Witches Au - Veronica/Logan/Dick - powerful witches aren't born, they are forged. Broken & rebuilt. There are stories told of the Witch in the West, of the triumvirate, of death, blood, lust, and power. They are just trying to carve out a life.
“Oh for cryin’ out loud - Attono!” Veronica stomped her foot and watched as a wave of energy rippled around her, knocking the warlocks to the ground.
“Overkill much, Ronnie?” Dick teased.
“They were pissing me off,” Veronica muttered. “And they ruined our … date … night.”
“Shit!” Logan caught her just before Veronica hit the concrete. “Wore herself out.”
“Like always,” Dick said, walking with Logan back to the car. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s cheek before Logan got Veronica into the backseat. “I’ll sit with her while you drive home.”
Logan nodded and got Veronica buckled in before sliding behind the steering wheel, checking to make sure Dick was in the car before speeding back to their place. It had been quiet for the past couple of months, quiet enough that they had all become a little lax in their constant vigil. Which had clearly been a mistake - there would always been someone trying to usurp them, trying to take Veronica’s seat of power as the Witch of the West. It was a silly title and Dick teased her mercilessly for it, but the name had stuck.
Logan glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled at the sight of Dick running a hand through Veronica’s hair. He drove through the front gates of their compound and parked by the front door of their house. He climbed out and found Dick already out with Veronica in his arms.
“I can walk,” Veronica muttered.
“Bullshit,” Dick said. “You’re as weak as a newborn kitten.”
“Used too much energy in too short a time,” Logan agreed as they all headed inside.
“There were eight of them all coming at me at once,” Veronica protested. “And they ruined our date night!” The ground beneath them rumbled a bit as she yelled.
“Hey, we get it,” Logan murmured, kissing Veronica’s hair as they made their way through the house to the master bathroom where Logan immediately ran a bath. “You got pissed, made a statement.”
“And now you’re paying the price,” Dick added. “Wiped out, unstable magick, cranky.”
“‘m not cranky,” Veronica pouted.
“That lip says otherwise,” Logan pointed out, tapping Veronica’s bottom lip. “You’re going to take a bath, regain control over your magick and sleep.”
“Fine,” Veronica mumbled. “Only if you two take a bath with me.”
“Don’t be handsy and we’ll be fine,” Logan teased.
“Too tired to be handsy,” Veronica hummed.
Dick laughed and helped Veronica out of her clothes and into the tub. He and Logan both stripped down and joined her, wrapping themselves around her in a protective cocoon. There were good days and bad days, days filled with blood and retribution and days filled with knowledge and reverence. But they had long figured out that as long as they stuck together, they could survive anything.
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