choso x fem! reader
content: witchcraft, fluff, first-met, modern au, alt!choso, whimsigoth!reader.
alt!choso enters a witchcraft store without knowing that he would met the beautiful whimsical owner!
The rain was falling softly outside, turning the city streets into dark mirrors. Choso pushed open the door of the little occult shop and was instantly greeted by warmth and the rich smell of incense.
He looked like he belonged more to the night than to daylight — tall and quietly handsome, with long, messy black hair that fell past his shoulders, a bit damp from the rain. Purple eyeshadow was smudged around his eyes in that effortlessly cool way, silver piercings glinting along his ears and lower lip, and the dark tattoo across the bridge of his nose standing out against his pale skin. He wore simple but dark clothes: a loose black long-sleeve shirt and charcoal pants, making him look both mysterious and approachable at the same time.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes found her.
And something inside him just… stopped.
She was moving behind the counter, bell sleeves in deep burgundy and teal flowing around her arms like they had a life of their own. Her long skirt, a mix of forest green and soft white lace, brushed the floor as she walked in comfortable boho slides. Delicate fly’s wings earrings swayed gently from her ears, catching the golden light every time she turned her head. Dragonfly pins shimmered in her hair. Her hands were covered in crystal rings that clicked softly with every movement.
But it was her face that hit him hardest.
Burgundy eyeshadow blended into something soft and smoky, plum lipstick making her lips look full and warm, and those long bottom lashes coated in dark mascara gave her eyes a wide, doll-like beauty that felt both innocent and strangely magnetic. She smelled like wilting lilacs after rain, soft violet, damp earth, and a deep, velvety warmth that made the whole shop feel intimate.
Choso felt his heart stutter. Hard.
He had never believed in love at first sight until this exact second.
She looked up and offered him a gentle smile. “Hey… come in. You can look around as long as your soul like.”
Her voice was soft, calm, and kind. Choso swallowed and walked closer, trying to act normal even though his pulse was racing.
He stopped in front of the candle section and picked up a tall, deep red candle with rose petals pressed into the wax.
“What’s this one for?” he asked, his voice low and a little rough.
You stepped closer, your fly’s wings earrings swaying. The warm scent of lilac, petrichor, violet, and oud drifted with you.
“That red candle is for love, passion, and desire,” you said, a small playful smile tugging at your plum lips. “It’s the kind people use when they want to spark something intense… or call someone closer.”
You tilted your head, eyes sparkling with light teasing.
“Planning a love ritual tonight?”
Choso’s cheeks flushed instantly — a visible pink spreading across his pale face and up to the tips of his ears. He looked down at the candle like it had personally betrayed him, long messy hair falling forward to partially hide his expression.
“I… uh, no,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “I was just curious.”
He looked so genuinely flustered that it was unfairly cute. This tall, tattooed, alt guy with piercings and a nose tattoo, blushing like a teenager because of your teasing.
You laughed softly, not wanting to torture him too much. “I’m just messing with you. A lot of people grab the red one out of curiosity.”
Choso managed to look back up at you. His purple-shadowed eyes were softer now, almost shy, but still intense.
After a quiet moment, he spoke again, his voice lower and more serious.
“I’ve always felt this strange connection with blood and death,” he admitted carefully, watching your reaction. “Not in a creepy way… It’s just part of who I am. Like old bonds that don’t disappear, even after everything ends. Being in here, talking to you… it feels like maybe you wouldn’t think that’s weird.”
Your doll-like eyes softened, long lashes framing them beautifully.
“I don’t think it’s weird at all,” you said gently. “A lot of us carry pieces of shadow with us. It doesn’t make us dangerous… just deeper.”
The air between you felt thicker after that. The rain continued outside, but inside the shop everything seemed quieter, warmer, more intimate.
You reached under the counter and pulled out a nicely made beginner’s witchcraft book.
“If you have a lot of questions — and it seems like you do — this is a really good one,” you told him, sliding it over. “It explains candles, herbs, crystals, all the basics without making it complicated.”
Choso took the book carefully, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. The small touch sent a spark through both of you.
He ended up buying the red candle, a purple grounding candle, some black tourmaline, and the book.
As you packed everything into a paper bag, Choso stood there watching you with quiet admiration. When you handed him the bag, he spoke again, his tone gentle and sincere:
“Thank you… for explaining everything so patiently. And for not laughing at my questions.” He paused, then added softly, “I’d really like to come back. There are still a lot of things I want to ask you… if that’s okay.”
You smiled, your plum lips curving warmly.
“I’d like that too, Choso.”
He gave you one last long look — full of quiet wonder and something much deeper already forming — before stepping back out into the rainy evening, long black hair swaying behind him.
Even as the door closed, he could still smell your soft lilac and oud fragrance on the air.
And for the first time in his life, Choso felt like he had just found something — someone — worth coming back to, over and over again.
