Hiiiiiii! I’m not sure if you had any plans for the “Big bad vampire and his little witch” series yet or if someone beat me to the punch with sending in any ideas for a fic in the series. But I was thinking what if there was like a little mixed up potion incident with the reader and David, followed by any sort of shenanigans you can think of? Like, mixed up love potion or mixed up truth potion or something. Either way it’s a potion David wasn’t supposed to have and then something something follows.
Big bad vampire and his little witch ~ Chapter 3
David x Fem! Witch! Reader
A/n: Thank you so much for this request! I'm so sorry it took so long to write it. I'm so excited about this one!! I loved coming up with little tidbits of lore for Reader and also for how the magic works in this world. This could have gone in a lot of directions, and I was debating whether I should put more interactions between David and Reader in here. But for the overall plot, I decided it would be better if they just kept yearning for now heheh.
Summary: David is interested in learning about potions, especially because you're so enthusiastic when explaining to him. But a little mixup forces him to experience just what potions can really do.
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David let out a small, pained sigh. It was the third one this night. You glanced over at him with slight concern, wondering what might cause a vampire to make such a sound.
“Are you okay?” you asked tentatively, eyeing the tension in his jaw and the frown on his face.
“I’m fine, sweetheart, it’s just a migraine,” he replied, sending you a small smile that did nothing to convince you.
Your eyes widened in curiosity. “Vampires get migraines?”
He grimaced a bit. “Sometimes. Although not as much as humans. And of course their pain meds don’t work for it.”
You hummed in contemplation, storing away this new information into the back of your brain. Then you pulled out your notepad, scribbling down a few things. You tapped your chin with your pen as you thought for a few seconds before your eyes lit up and you continued writing. You could feel David’s gaze on the side of your head.
“I’m writing an ingredients list for a potion. I think I might be able to mix something up for you that will help.”
He blinked at you sceptically. “Have you done something like this before?”
You sent him a flat stare. “Pain meds for vampire migraines? No, I haven’t. But I’ve spent centuries studying herbs and natural remedies, and I’ve created the composition for every potion I sell. I think I can figure this out, thank you very much.”
This earned you a chuckle.
“So what? I’m going to be your guinea pig for this experimental new potion of yours?” He replied, his voice taking on a teasing tone.
The corner of your mouth twitched. “This,” you pointed at your notes, “is not an experiment. It’s pretty simple actually. I just need to tweak the doses of a few ingredients to count for your body’s stronger resistance. That,” you pointed at the little jar sitting tucked away at the back of your counter, “that is an experiment.”
David reached over, taking the jar in his hand and holding it up in front of his face. It was filled with a blue liquid that seemed to shimmer in the artificial light.
He sent you an amused look. “You made it and you have no idea what it is?”
“Technically, it’s not even finished. It needs to sit for a few more days for the ingredients to really fuse together.”
He handed it back to you and you put it away to its previous place.
“So this is something you enjoy? Coming up with new potions?”
His lips curled into a smile as he watched your face light up, and you launched into an enthusiastic explanation.
“Making potions is very similar to cooking in many ways. If you know what you’re doing and you know what effect each ingredient has, then you get an idea of what combining them would result in. Some potions you can just throw together and it’s done. But for some of them, you need to wait for the ingredients to settle and mix properly for the desired effect. Just like how some foods need to simmer longer to really bring out the flavour you want.”
He nodded, signalling that he’s following you so far.
“Now,” you continued, your eyes practically sparkling. “The added beauty with potions is that the result is not always as easy to predict. Mixing together a few ingredients that you know the individual effect of is one thing. But when you add a dash of magic, in some cases it can produce something completely unexpected.”
“So you’re playing mad scientist,” he commented, his smirk growing wider when you fall for his teasing.
“Please,” you scoffed. “That stereotype was born because men with an unhealthy amount of audacity thought they could use our practices for their own gain.” Your smile looked deceptively innocent as you added, “There’s a reason most of them suffered an unfortunate end.”
David was intrigued. He kept watching you as you interacted with customers, sold your trinkets, leaning into the mystical witch persona you created. And all the while he kept wondering what other secrets he might get to learn about you. Every time he thought he had figured you out, you shared another tidbit of your past, let another crumb of information slip that hinted at the depth of your knowledge and experience. It added a new piece to the puzzle that was you – and he was wondering if you will ever let him see the full picture.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
The next night was crazy. The Boardwalk had been swarmed by people even before the sun set and you were barely keeping it together. You’ve rearranged your display for the third time in the last hour, because curious kids kept messing it up, you’ve performed palm readings for what must have been a whole high school cheerleading club and your jewelry and crystal sections started to look pretty bare. And it was only 10 pm.
Business was booming. But you definitely felt like your mouth would fall right off from how much you’ve been talking.
You barely even noticed when David showed up. There was a short lull between customers, and you finally got to breathe a little. That’s when you sensed his presence.
“How long have you been standing there?” you asked, turning toward the dark shadow looming between two temporarily closed booths.
A cloud of smoke slithered forward lazily and a moment after David stepped forth, his signature quiet smirk on his face.
“Long enough to see you chase away that drunk guy before he threw up right in front of your shop.”
You groaned, burying your face in your hand.
“Don’t even remind me. I’m glad you at least enjoyed the show. Instead of being helpful,” you sent him a pointed glare, but there was no real bite behind it.
“I was under the impression that you could take care of yourself.”
Oh, he’s being cheeky today.
“I can. Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a bit of chivalry every now and then,” you commented with another side glance toward him.
He chuckled, but before he could respond, a new wave of people passed by your store, many of them stopping to stare at your goods. Between greeting them and answering questions, you called over to him.
“Oh, I finished your pain killer by the way. It’s the little jug over at your end. Let me know later how it worked.”
You saw him pick up the jar with a clear liquid inside, then he nodded a quick thanks your way. He stood there for a few more minutes, at least until he finished his cigarette, but there seemed to be no end to the constant barrage of customers. Concluding that you would probably be busy for the rest of the night, David went to join up with his boys.
By the time you put up your closed sign, your display had visible patches of empty space where you sold out. Despite the bone deep exhaustion, you felt satisfied with the day’s work. While you were packing up, you made a quick mental note to make yourself a chamomile tea when you got home to help quiet your still buzzing brain. Looking forward to getting some rest, you glanced over one more time to your little jar of experiment, just to check on it before you truly closed up for the day.
Your heart dropped when you noticed it wasn’t there. It dropped even further when you saw what should have been David’s pain medicine still sitting in its place.
He must have taken the wrong one by accident. The liquid in your experiment potion has turned clear by this morning, so they looked basically identical. Of course you kept them separate just to be sure, but things were moved around so much on your counter tonight.
You had no idea what that potion would do. It wasn’t even fully finished!
David would be back tomorrow night. Then you can investigate. For now, all you could do was hope it wouldn't have an adverse effect.
David, in fact, did not come back the next night. Or the one after that. By the third, you seriously started to worry.
Sure, you used one or two pretty potent ingredients in that potion, but you were confident they couldn’t cause serious harm, not to a vampire. So why haven’t you seen him in days?
You were debating whether you should go visit him for a change, just to see that he was okay. He didn’t mention where he and his friends stayed, but you could find out if you wanted to. If you were worried enough.
Fortunately, it didn’t have to come to that.
The three boys came to your store a few hours after sundown. You took one look at their faces and you knew that something was going on.
They exchanged a glance that seemed to convey a whole conversation you weren’t privy to. Like they debated how much they should tell you.
“He’s been weird the past few days,” Dwayne started.
“The other night he was talking about how much we mean to him,” Paul shuddered. “Real soft, lovey-dovey stuff. It was kinda creepy.”
That definitely didn’t sound like him. You’ve known David for a little while now. And although it was clear he was close with his boys, you never took him for the affectionate type.
“He was talking about you too,” Marko remarked, the corner of his lips turning up into a cheeky little smile. That is, until an elbow connected with his side and he stumbled. He turned to glare at Dwayne, who pointedly ignored him.
“What was he saying about me?” you asked, suddenly more curious than worried.
Paul broke into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling like he was about to share some really juicy information, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Dwayne slapped his hand across it. Paul’s muffled protests immediately died down when Dwayne levelled him with a stare.
“Nothing important,” he replied instead.
You very much doubted that, but his message was clear. They were not going to snitch on him, no matter how much the two loudmouthes wanted to.
“Does he have any other symptoms? Nausea, itching, any changes to his appearance?”
Paul wrestled Dwayne’s hand off of him just to ask, “Girl, what the hell? What did you do to him?”
“Nothing like that,” Marko answered your question, ignoring Paul’s outburst. “But he does behave like he drank a love potion or something,” he joked.
Your whole body went rigid.
No. There’s no way. Although come to think of it, some of the ingredients did indeed have a combined effect of altering behaviour. But when you were explaining the unpredictability of magic in potions to David, you certainly didn’t think this was how it would turn out.
You let out a long sigh, then started explaining everything to the boys. The migraine, the painkiller, your experiment and the mixup. Unsurprisingly, they found it hilarious.
“Well, that explains it,” Dwayne chuckled.
The other two had shit eating grins on their faces. They shared a mischievous look that promised David would never hear the end of their teasing. You felt kinda sorry for him.
On the other hand, you were just glad it wasn’t something more serious.
“Do you know how long it will take until the potion loses effect?” Dwayne inquired, but all you could do was shrug.
“It’s honestly hard to tell. Could be a few days, could be a week, maybe even two. Love potions usually last a pretty long time. Or at least until someone loses a head. Or a heart.”
“Oh, fun,” Marko muttered.
“But since this is a special case, and he’s also a vampire, I’d say just keep an eye on him, and he should be back to his normal self pretty soon.”
“That should be easy. He’s been brooding in a corner for days,” Paul snickered. “He doesn’t even talk to us in case anything embarrassing slips out.”
Now you had to admit, that was a pretty amusing mental image.
“Just come back and tell me if his condition changes for the worse or some new symptom appears. I’ll see what I can do.”
“What, like make him another potion? You sure he would want that?” Paul joked.
A muscle in your face started twitching. Marko could have sworn that the temperature dropped around them by a couple degrees in the next moment.
Your sickly sweet smile was a chilling match to your icy tone as you started to speak.
“First of all, this little incident was an honest mistake that was completely out of my control. Second of all, the potion I made for David works. My other potion would have been fine had it been sitting undisturbed for a few more days. Then I would have been able to test it in a controlled environment. I have been practicing magic for far longer than you’ve been alive, let alone been a vampire. So don’t question my capabilities, boy.”
Paul was pretty sure that if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead before the first word even left your mouth. Suddenly, he started to wonder whether you could actually obliterate him just by looking at him. He didn’t want to find out.
“S-sorry ma’am,” he muttered wide-eyed.
The sunny brightness returned to your face then.
“Alright then. Be good, guys. Tell me if anything changes with David.”
They left your shop feeling whiplashed.
“Dude, she was totally about to kill you,” Marko nudged his friend.
“I know, man, I think I saw my life flash before my eyes,” Paul replied.
A wide grin stretched across Paul’s lips.
Dwayne just shook his head. He was going to enjoy telling David about this.
Another week passed before that familiar shadow darkened the front of your store once again. You sensed him coming, and when you turned to his usual spot with a smile, David was leaning against the corner of your counter, smoking a cigarette like nothing even happened.
He snorted. “That’s your first question?”
Your lips quirked up just a bit further. “I’ve heard about everything else from the boys. And that was my main concern anyway.”
There was something strange in his eyes when he looked at you then. But he blinked, and it was gone.
“My head is fine. The migraine disappeared the day after I last saw you.”
You felt relieved. “Great! Everything turned out well then.”
Comfortable silence settled between you. You continued stocking your display while David was people watching. It almost felt like it did before.
“What did they tell you?”
You cast him a sideway glance. “Nothing incriminating. Just that you were acting like you drank a love potion.”
He let out a long sigh, but you couldn’t quite decide whether it was from relief or exasperation.
“It’s not exactly what I expected, though some of the ingredients can have a behaviour altering effect. Still, it must have been quite the sight if they came all the way to me for help.”
Your lips quirked into an amused smirk when you caught the tips of his ears turning a lovely shade of red.
“It was just a shame that I didn’t see you for so many days,” you added lightheartedly.
Your hand stopped its movement, the pendant you were holding hanging midair – just like his confession.
You stared at one another for a moment, his face mirroring your surprise. Now he was flushed all the way down his neck.
“I think there’s still some of that stuff in my system,” he stated.
You watched him for a moment longer then gave him a slow nod.
Before you had a chance to answer, he was already going, pulling up the collar of his coat further.
He left you with a flutter in your stomach and a small, silly smile on your face.
You were probably right, David thought, that potion did alter his behaviour. But what he didn’t tell you, what he didn’t tell the boys either, was that it didn’t alter it in a way you all thought. Because he didn’t get the unnatural urge to profess his love, he got the unnatural urge to profess the truth.
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