#polleen

The witch first became suspicious when the imposter brought her a book instead of another plant. Debling always brings her a plant. One that is often replanted in a certian part of the garden so Penelope does not forget about it, despite those plants not being very useful for spells or potions. This book the imposter gave, though, Penelope found herself at a loss for words. The next gift was a new inkwell made of a precious gem that sparkled in the light. It was gorgeous and possibly the most beloved gift Penelope has ever received.

Well, the imposter certainly gave better gifts than her betrothed.

Her next suspicion arose when the imposter twirled Penelope in the rain. The imposter had snuck up on Penelope when she was feeling a bit giddy, splashing and dancing through the puddles in the square. The imposter fell into perfect step in her dance. There, they found themselves laughing like school children. Penelope also noticed that for one reason or another, the imposter was having some trouble holding his form. Brief flashes of brown curls instead of slicked blonde, green eyes that glowed like emeralds, instead of plain blue. Debling would have never danced with her like this.

Penelope asked the imposter for a kiss. By this point, she felt she could call the imposter her friend, and maybe at least once she'll know a kiss of someone who sees her more than a convenience to his responsibilities. The imposter clung to her during their kiss and it felt glorious.

By the time they were two weeks away from the wedding the imposter got acting like Lord Debling down to perfection when they were around others. Penelope doesn't like it. Lord Debling was always indifferent to her, she was a solution to his problem of needing someone to run his estate while he chased after his work. At times, it felt like the imposter knew more about Penelope than her old betrothed did. The imposter certainly picked up on Penelope's emotions better. Always subtley changing the act to make Penelope smile.

When they were alone though, on the rare occasion the imposter seemed to refuse to not being in constant skin contact with Penelope. From hand holding, to kissing, to that one carriage ride where Penelope found her betrothed ravishing her chest. It was like a flood gate opened after the imposter got a taste of Penelope with that first kiss. Penelope found herself participating more eagerly with each new experience. But she always stopped before the imposter could get under her skirts.

There was one thing the imposter always had trouble hiding. He had a bigger appetite than Lord Debling ever did. He also wasn't as picky as Lord Debling, whose vegetarian diet always made him weary of what was being served to him. Actually, the imposter always seemed displeased when they couldn't eat all the options available.

Portia seemed to catch on and when the imposter came to call she made sure there was only had vegetarian options available.

"You must keep your betrothed happy, Penelope," the older witch said. "You will be rewarded with security."

Felicity also didn't like that the imposter could pull off a perfect imitation of Debling. Nor was she afraid to voice these thoughts out loud. "You should go back to how you were a couple of weeks ago. It made my sister happier."

The imposter chuckeled. "I'll keep that in mind."

When Penelope married the imposter, she was carried away to a home in Bloomsbury. The imposter swiftly pulled Penelope in for a kiss and laying her on the bed. One hand firmly planted on Penelope's breasts while the other explored the rest of her body. She could feel that hand pulling up her skirts.

Penelope pushed the imposter away. Cheeks flushed, and chest heaving for air. "You can drop the disguise. I rather see you."

The imposter blinked before laughing. Running a hand through Penelope's hair, and kissing her forehead. "Oh Penelope, my clever witch."

The form of Lord Debling melted away into a beautiful woman, too beautiful to be human. Brown curls fell down her back, with green glowing eyes, a coy smile on her face. A pair of rams horns curl around the sides of her head. She had nails that looked to be as sharp as knives. She's taller than Penelope's former betrothed, damn. Now Penelope is gonna have to learn some levitation or flying spells just to kiss her wife. Well, at least she was right about the imposter being a demon.

Penelope's magical energy brushed against her wife. She felt hunger, one that food would not satisfy.

"You're a succubus," Penelope said, eyes wide. She wasn't scared. If her wife truly wanted to, she could have sucked out Penelope's energy long before now. There were plenty of opportunities to do it before the wedding.

FUCK YES LEMME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE BEE QUIRKS!!!

I never even thought about using bee’s wax as the main aspect for bee-quirk having characters, seriously that is so creative! I’m thinking of all the possibilities for her beeswax weapons <3 I do wonder if she needs to consume a lot of nutrients to continue making beeswax 🤔 does pollen stick to her? and OOO can she turn pollen into honey as nutrients?? 👁️👁️ 

Aw, it’s such a shame using her wings is painful to her, but I suppose she makes up for that loss with how good she is at climbing and sticking to walls. I love that she’s a walking ray of sunshine~ and how intolerant she is of people trying to come for her friends, that’s very charming 💛

This is my Monster High oc Polleen! She’s a plant monster! Her outfit didn’t turn out how I wanted so it got cropped.

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