Can't stop thinking about Clark acquiring some magical pocket pussy. Your a witch or sorceress of some kind and are friends with Clark. He either has no idea, or you have told him about your powers. Your just infatuated with him. You either haven't asked him out or can't have him. Your just so horny for him it is making you do some deranged things.
So one day when you break into his house , sneak into his room, and find his flesh light. It takes you a second, but eventually you are able to put some enchantments on it. Then dip out before Clark comes back home. Its been a while and he still hasn't used the damn thing. You almost think you might have done the spell wrong until you feel it.
It's the middle of the night when their is a slow deep stretch of your pussy. You let out a long groan. Only a couple of seconds pass before the tip of his cock reaches your stomach. It's so big, you can see the bluge poking outward. He goes slow at first, its agonizing. You honestly had hoped that would have been a little rought on that thing, but your not complaining considering how big he is.
It doesn't takes long before he picks up the pace. You can't sit up after this. He's tearing you open at this point. The slick has already started to settle down your thighs. It hurts but feels so damn good at the same time. You know this is wrong, but you just can't help it. You yell out his name whilst praying he's thinking about you too.
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[My Favorite Witch] -> "Same Blue"| Varka x GN Witch Reader.
Took forever but here it is! The finale! I do hope you enjoyed! I love writing for this series and thought of it oh so cute! This is primarily just fluff! Not entirely proofread! Find the rest of the series here! WC: 900+
The cool wind whirls past you, the leaves travel in the wind. Their destination? Unknown, but with how livelier the air has been, it seems as if the wind wishes their journey well.
Dandelion seeds were falling throw the air, the children in the city threw them all around and outside the cathedral shortly after the ceremony.
The bells from the cathedral ring in the distance, echoing across the land, symbols of celebration and joy for the nation. Cheers, screams, and hollers of joy were barely drowned out by the ringing.
But tucked away, sitting underneath a tree, you were reading another grimoire. One Nicole gave you as a gift on the occasion of your marriage. You were happily flipping through the pages, tale after tale enticing you. You were still seated in your wedding attire, only thing separating you and the plush grass was the coat your husband wore.
Only instead of his usual uniform and knightly attire, he wore a suit and tie for this event. But at your humble request, he happily “lent” you his coat to sit on.
It was hilarious in his eyes, here everyone was waiting to leave for the reception, but yet here you were. Sitting and reading a storybook, flipping through the pages as if this was any other day.
You looked magnificent, no, gorgeous, no! Strikingly beautiful! No matter the words he could come up with, Varka was no poet. But he knew you looked like something meant for the stars in your wedding attire.
The ceremony was one for the books. As soon as everyone heard of the Grandmaster’s engagement, it was like the nation of freedom buckled up for a knights wedding. The members of the hexrei added to the ambiance, Alice summoned so many cute dodoco for the wedding. Even when you scowled at her to cease her demonstrations, she simply told you about how proud she was.
“I can’t help it [Name]! You’re getting married, I though I’d never live to see the day!”, at her words you wanted to kick her out your dressing room, but instead just smiled. Her hugs of warmth and love reminded you how far you have come. How much of a family has grown on you and your heart.
Through the usual chaos concerned with any wedding, it seemed even Barbatos held his breath at your wedding, (the bard was in the wedding hall, so he did have a hand to play in all of this).
However, despite the chaos, the shenanigans, and even having to ring up your soon-to-be husband to clear out some messy people, the day wasn’t like any other. It was more than that, it was everything you’d ever ask for.
Your reading comes to a pause when Varka’s shadow overcasts you, you don’t even have to look up to see him, or the smug smile on his face.
“My lovely witchy spouse is spending their time in a book, rather than ogle at their new husband.”, he grinned at your eyes rolling, but a smile did appear on your face.
“How precious, its not like we have the rest of our lives to spend time with.”, you make room in the space under the tree for him. Varka eagerly takes you up on your word and scoots close as he can to you.
“Yeah, but-why not use some of that time now? Never know when I’m going on another expedition, or if I randomly get injured-”, he pauses his statement when he catches your side-eye.
“Perhaps then you’d finally go seek a doctor, a real one.”
“Why? Why when I have you!”, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. His wedding attire was dashing; the fitting of the suit was absolute perfection on him. From the way it fit around his chest and arms, to the way it made Varka look mature yet captured his boyish self. It perfection in the making.
But he forwent his suit blazer in favor of wearing the white button up underneath, his tie was wrapped in his hand as he pestered you. Was it pestering if you enjoyed it secretly? To the outside view, some would question why the newlyweds weren’t running off to the reception yet, they should be cutting the cake by now, dancing even!
But no, your waning interest in the grimoire was replaced by just gazing at your husband.
Husband..
It was no longer a foreign word on your tongue, but a truth now. One you can repeat day after day, night after night. You’d never grow tired or bored of such, because Varka would always ensure you were entertained.
He must have caught your eyes and simply in return he smiled softly, his eyes softened as he leaned on your shoulder. Your fingers curled around his hand, tickling his palm.
You didn’t need to say those “three special words”, because you could already feel them. In his laugh, his smile, his dad-jokes, and in his care. You can always feel them.
You should be heading to the reception; everyone was waiting for you two showstoppers.
But instead, you pressed a kiss to his temple, and your hands remained intertwined.
Varka hummed a tune he’s heard from his travels; the wind blows by once more carrying a small sound of laughter within in. Oddly it mimicked his humming.
No words were shared, but this day marks all the memories to be made in the future.
A future with him, a happy one at that.
You don’t know how long you stayed under that tree, sharing a small moment of harmonious ease, but all you knew was that you were happy. You were guaranteed to be happy as long as your sweet, goofy, charming knight of a husband loved you. Luckily for you, he wasn’t planning on stopping soon.
-> Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, this small finale was all I had left in me!-Berri
A beautiful witch seduces deamon so that she can bear his child and have her blood in the targaryen family. She leave the baby with her father (doesn't have to be fem yn). Deamon knew that she was his daughter from first sight, he also knew that there was more to this babe than dragon blood. As soon as yn stepped in his life, he never wanted to let her go.
Yn can not only cast spells and have bonds with dragons, but due to the witch and dragon blood mixing, she can transform into a beautiful dragon herself.
OOOOOO ronin x reader hcs where the reader partakes in witchcraft.. hah... I totally don't!!!! (lies). or maybe even a fic where ronin finds out the reader put a spell over him?????
this JUST came to me while I was doing my thing and I'm not too sure how he would exactly react but... YOUR CHOICE!!! u da real fanfic.
xoxo, 🌀anon
the you da real fanfic got me yes sir or ma’am or anything else on it as hell
Ronin x Witchcraft!Reader headcanons
You weren’t planning on letting him in on your ability to cast spells, but he IS Ronin, he could tell something was up.
He just didn’t expect it to be witchcraft.
The first time it’s explicitly revealed to him that yeah, YOU CAN CAST SPELLS is when it’s the middle of the night, you’re too sleepy to thing straight, and you just so happen to be thirsty. The mistake? You use a spell to cast water into a cup you just somehow have and holy shit Ronin wakes up from the glow and stares you straight in the eye.
You look at him very dazed and confused.
“Did ya just… summon water?”
He’s studying you from then on. Very, very interested.
Gets you instruments to conduct energy from via… sources. Finds out about anti-Christ related black magic and genuinely freaks.
He’s even more in love.
My dear writer turns into “my dear enchantress/my darling mage”
You know that “can you save me saint Maria” matching bio thing he did with Angel? You’re getting some sort or recreation.
“To Hell with leviticus, my Heart is only For you, sorceress/sorcerer.”
“cast A Spell on me, Darlin’”
You’re tired of this guy.
Need him for some spell practice? The loser’s laying limp on the ground at your mercy and you’ve never seen someone so smug about it.
“That is the most wobbly protection circle I’ve ever seen, darlin’”
You magically appear at his house because that’s DEEFINATELY not where you wanted to teleport.
“I can see riiight through ya baby.”
Thinks you’re tarot cards and you summoning Baphomet on a whim is all “aesthetic”.
He’s a Baphomet fanboy trust (not projecting)
“Baby I’d love a witch as much as the next guy but when d’ya think is the limit for ‘too many candles’.”
When he’s feeling particularly romantic even HE’S surprised by it; “damn, didja cast a love spell on me while I was sleeping last night?”
“Nah all you Ro”
So many “a love forged with Satan in sin” metaphors.
Devil x Witch makes for a good ship.
Everyone thinks you’re cursed.
Half the server is convinced you genuinely did cast a love spell on him but no he’s just like that leave him alone.
Hi, first of all, I hope you're having a good day, I love your content! :D
Well, I'd like to make a request about a female reader x the male versions of Trix. Specifically, how would each of the three feel if they discovered that the reader was in love with the male version of one of the Winx members?
Like, unrequited love, because Reader already deeply loves someone else, so it would be impossible for her to love them.
And thank you for your time ✨🐿
Genderbend trix x fem reader unrequited love
A/n: I love this idea!! Thank you for the request!
⚠️: witch reader, wizard trix, fairy winx, jealously, obsessiveness, stalking, maybe fluff, i went a little dark and crazy, oh well!
Icy
He is heartbroken
Icy's heart will freeze over again
Definitely the cold and calculating type
How could a which of your power be in love with a fairy bloom of all people too
Definitely might try and make you avoid the winx
If you reject him, he might go literally insane
Will try his best to be civil but might attack someone
Darcy
You love a fairy
How
He is mainly confused
Spends his time asking what they have that he doesn't
If he gets desperate enough
Which he will I can 100% tell you that
Darcy will use magic on you or who you love
To make you hate them or to fall for him
If he ever gets you good luck man
Stormy
Angry at first
And later too
The moment tou confessed to loving a fairy over HIM
He almost fried the lights
After he was alone, he blew something up
He will stalk you
And he won't hide it
Stormy will make his feelings very well known, and you better get used to it
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My Future Haunts Me - Tyrion Lannister X GN (Witch) Reader
Title: My Future Haunts Me
Tyrion Lannister X GN (Witch) Reader
Additional Characters: Oberyn (Mentioned), Ser Gregor (Mentioned), The Mountain (Mentioned), Tyrion's father (Mentioned), Shae (Mentioned), Cersei (Mentioned), Joffrey (Mentioned), and Jaime (Mentioned)
WC: 2,582
Warnings: GOT canon violence mentioned, banter, death mentioned, GOT stuff in general mentioned, friends to ???, angst, and light fluff
The cell Tyrion was stuck in was cold, and the bits of sunlight shining through the small, high-up windows did hardly anything to warm it up. The walls were dirty gray stone, covered with stains and dirt from who knows how long ago. There wasn’t even any furniture or other decorations in the cell. Only a simple wooden bed for him to rest and sit upon. It had been so long since Tyrion had watched Oberyn's duel with Ser Gregor and then his untimely death by The Mountain. Tyrion was horrified, his fate had been sealed. He was going to die.
The sun was setting in the sky, the cell darkening further, the air chilling. Shadows surrounded the youngest Lannister sibling as he sat on the uncomfortable wooden slab, trying not to shiver in anticipation of the cold that would soon come when the night arrived. His hands were clasped tightly together, fingers rubbing against each other in an attempt to keep himself warm. His lips were chapped, and his eyes and throat dry. It was quiet, aside from the voices he could hear in the far distance. A breeze of crisp air blew past him, making goosebumps appear along his skin, making him rub his arms and shiver once more.
"Cold?" A voice asked, making Tyrion snap his gaze around the room. His eyes landed in the dark corner of his large cell. Squinting his eyes, he could hardly make out the figure; he didn't have to look for too long though. Stepping out of the shadows, covered in a black cloak, hood raised, Tyrion could faintly make out the face underneath the hood, but couldn't see much more than that due to the darkness of the cell. "What have you gotten into this time?" At the sound of the person's voice again, Tyrion let out a sigh, casting his gaze to the side.
He knew that voice.
"Come here to mock me, have you?" Tyrion asked as he turned his head back over in their direction, a deep frown on his face as he spoke.
"Really now? After all these years..? Tyrion, do you really think so low of me?" You asked, sounding amused as you stepped closer, stopping to lean against the large wooden pillar in the middle of the cell. Pulling down your hood, you crossed your arms, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face as you peered at the young Lannister.
Tyrion had known you for a couple of years, meeting you once when he was at a celebration in Joffrey's honor. He had noticed you, standing in the corner, eyes wandering the room until they met his. He was slightly taken aback, your eyes were piercing, like daggers, sharp and intelligent.
Despite the intimidating appearance, you seemed friendly enough. You even smiled at him, and he felt his chest tighten at the sight. That moment, however brief it might've been, changed Tyrion's life. In fact, you made it impossible for him to forget you. Throughout the years, you and Tyrion had grown close, exchanging pleasantries when passing, and even conversing on certain topics a handful of times.
However, there was this sort of odd feeling Tyrion always got when around you. And it wasn't long until he figured out why he was feeling that way. To say it simply, you were a witch. Your magic and power were well-known to most people that you had encountered. And you were feared by many who fell victim to your wicked-witch ways. But to those you did not know, they simply thought of you as just a regular human being. But you were so much more. Your powers were not just any ordinary spell or hexes; they were something else entirely, something special. And Tyrion was fascinated with it and by you.
Though, it was not always easy. You and Tyrion had many different views on many different things which led to you both not agreeing and verbally fighting with one another most of the time you interacted. One thing was for sure, you were both stubborn, and most fights led to you disappearing or Tyrion leaving the room entirely.
He sat, unmoving, with still the same frown on his face and hesitance in his green eyes as he stared at you. "If there is one thing that I do know," He started, shifting slightly in his seat, "Is that you are not to be trusted."
Sputtering a laugh, you rolled your eyes, "Not to be trusted?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the man, "So I've played a few tricks on a few... Let's say, hardly innocent bystanders... It was purely harmless." You said, shrugging your shoulders innocently.
Tyrion huffed, "A few too many, I say," He retorted, glaring at you for being so dismissive, "Some of those who had been foolishly tricked by you, should not have had it done to them in the first place." The younger Lannister scowled, "You can't just turn people into puppets like that, not even for amusement."
"Amusement?" You repeated incredulously, letting out a little snort, "Oh, please. You know that they deserved it. I may be a witch, living a life led by darkness, but I know who is worthy enough for my tricks. In all honesty, Tyrion, dear, I’m doing this world good."
"Good? Is that truly why you did it?" Tyrion asked, looking up at you, "To punish Cersei with one of your tricks?" Tyrion asked, shaking his head, "You could have gotten hurt." He muttered under his breath, though you heard him.
"I can defend and take care of myself, Tyrion. You of all people know that of me." You responded matter-of-factly.
Tyrion sighed softly, nodding slightly. "I do not doubt that you are capable of taking care of yourself." He said, "It’s just-" He paused, trailing off. He took a deep breath in and out, closing his eyes briefly, and shaking his head once more. You hummed, looking around the cell. It was quiet before Tyrion spoke up once more, "Why have you come here?"
Your expression softened a bit, your gaze flickering over towards him and staying for a second before returning to where your feet rested against the floor. "I have come to see you, of course." You answered simply. Tyrion opened his eyes to look at you once more, and he was surprised to see the slight smile that graced your features. "I have heard about your young nephew's death. I know that you have been accused of it. Poison. I know that you have done no such thing..." You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, and Tyrion continued to stare at you as you trailed off.
You did have a secret, you cared for Tyrion deeply. It was hard to ignore the feelings you felt towards him, even when you had tried. Ever since that celebration, your eyes locked on his... You were drawn to him, you were captivated by the sight of him. It scared you. You never wanted anyone to get close to you... Even if they were Tyrion Lannister. So you kept your distance, not wanting him to see how much he affected you, how much he meant to you. How much it hurt to lose him. This resulted in many arguments in addition to your other fights.
But you loved him. You knew it was true. And after you heard that he was going to die, after everything... You had to save him. You could not and would not let him die. You would do everything in your power to save his life.
"Why?" Tyrion's voice was soft, but firm, "Why have you come to see me?"
Letting out a sigh, you answered, "Whether you agree with me or not, I like to believe that we are friends. Even though we may not always see eye to eye on certain topics and issues... I still care... If something were ever to happen to you..." You trailed off and looked away from Tyrion. "I needed to see you. Even though I wish it was under different circumstances." Your voice was small as your words ended, glancing at him. Clearing your throat, you pushed off the wooden pillar, pushing past your nerves to look at him, "I have come to help you. To warn you. This whole world is going to hell." You warned him, "You need to know that your brother Jaime will be coming here soon. In the darkest of the night, he will arrive to help you escape." You spoke with a tone that told the younger Lannister that you were absolutely serious about what you were saying, you were not fooling around.
Tyrion's eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth twisted, "Jaime will come to my aid?" He asked, his brow lowering slightly.
You nodded, "Yes, but I must tell you that the events that follow will not be pleasant." Taking another step towards him, you bent down beside him, looking up at him as he stared down at you, "I can get you out of here, I can send you to Pentos or anywhere else that is safe that you wish to be. But I have seen the future, going with your brother will lead to disastrous doom for all those involved." He was silent as you continued, almost frantic but staying calm, "I know that I can not force you to come with me, nor can I make you not do whatever you choose. I only ask that you trust me. Please." You raised your hand to cover one of his.
At the contact, Tyrion’s green eyes widened ever so slightly as his gaze moved to your hand holding his, and back at you. Staring into your eyes, seeing the desperation and fear that you hid within. You had never seemed more sincere in your plea than you did right now. You were worried for Tyrion. You were worried about his safety. Why him? Why did you seem to care about him out of all people? His insecurities were murmuring in the back of his mind, it was hard to ignore it. "Tell me what will happen." He eventually spoke, his voice soft.
"I do not think I can tell you... But I can show you." And with that, he nodded. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes, dropping your head briefly, "Are you certain you want to see it? I... I do not believe that you will like it... I know for sure that you will hate it... Despise it... And therefore, despise me." You mumbled as you lifted your head back up. "I do not blame you if you do not go with me."
Tyrion remained quiet, mulling over your suggestion for a moment. He knew that, whether he liked it or not, you were right. He was going to hate whatever he was going to see. "I could not ever despise you." He assured you, his free hand covering yours in his, "But I must see what is to happen." He added.
Nodding your head slowly, you squeezed his hand gently, "If you insist." With his hand still in yours, you shut your eyes. Hesitantly, you connected your mind with his, and Tyrion watched as images flashed through his mind. Shae, his father, their deaths... Arriving in Pentos, drinking, depression clouding and swirling in his mind... Then darkness.
He opened his eyes, wide and stinging with tears; but he would not let them fall. You let out a deep breath, feeling a bit light-headed, as you felt his hand drop from yours. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was staring down at you with a shocked expression. "I am sorry," You whispered, not really knowing what else to say. "I... I did not mean for any of this to happen... I only wished to warn you."
He shook his head quickly, "It... I... No... No! That is not true!" His voice was filled with dread. You swallowed thickly, your heart clenching painfully in your chest at the agony that sounded in his voice.
"Everything that you have seen in your mind will occur if you follow him." You said, trying your best not to let your voice waver as you watched him grab at his hair and give it a forceful tug.
"And if I choose to go with you?" Tyrion questioned quickly, "How can I know that anything you show me is real? How can I trust that all that you have shown me is not one of your tricks?"
You frowned. "I do not think there is anything that I can do..." You spoke, defeated, as you reached for him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. Tyrion stared at you with wide eyes, then lowered his gaze. "Do you not trust me?"
"Of course not. I should know better than to trust a witch." He murmured, and you dropped your hand as you straightened up again, staring off up at the window.
Shaking your head, you pulled your hood up over you; feeling foolish, "I would not lie to you. It is all true. What I have shown you will happen if you follow your brother, whether you wish to try and change it or not. It will always end up the same." You let out a sigh, your shoulders drooping, "I know you. I know of your affection for Shae. I know why you wish for her to remain alive and well. The very fact that you even tried to protect her during your trial shows that there is an abundance of love for her in your heart." You fell silent for a moment, thinking carefully. When you finally turned to look at him, you could see that he was watching you closely, listening intently. "I understand why you had decided to keep her safe; lying during your trial. She means quite a lot to you, does she not?" You asked softly, his eyes widened slightly and eyebrows raised as you continued, turning away, "If only you..." Your voice trailed off, not wanting to finish.
Tyrion shook his head, standing from the wooden slab and taking a step towards you, "I must go with my brother. If what you say is true... Even though I do not wish to even fathom it... I must." He looked up at you, and you nodded.
"I understand... Completely. If that is what you wish to do, I will not stop you." You spoke before raising your hands and unclasping the necklace you wore around your neck. Holding it by the chain, you offered it to him, dangling between your fingers. "If you ever are in need of me. Use this. You are an intelligent man, you will know how to use it when it's time." Reaching up, he hesitantly took the necklace, staring down at the silver chain and the green gem that hung from it. “I can assure you, Tyrion, after the many years we have known each other; that I am a witch you can trust.”
Tyrion looked up to ask you something, but when he did, you were gone. Closing his eyes, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, then placed the necklace around his neck before sitting back on the slab; lying down.
It wasn't even moments later when he heard the door to his cell open, his brother calling to him with a torch in hand.
Summary: As a last attempt to defeat Jon Snow, the Kings and Lords gather for a meeting, during the meeting an idea comes up in order to defeat Snow.
A/N: This story doesn't follow the story of the series/books.
“The King in the North has started to reach our borders. He is a threat to us.”
The Kings and Lords looked between one another.
"Jon Snow is nothing but a bastard. We can crush him easily." said one.
"I think you forget that the last party you sent to kill him, he easily defeated." replied another.
Everyone began to murmur between themselves when a Lord came up with the idea.
"Let us kill his wife. He holds her so near and dear if he was to lose her, he would surely crumble." everyone stayed quiet.
"His wife... is a witch. My men had seen her, while she is a beauty, she holds powers, powers not even a dragon could win against."
"I will send my men, my best, to kill her. We will come up with a plan which for sure will work. Witch or not."
"Didn't someone try to poison her before?" another King spoke up as a Lord nodded.
"Yes, she drank the poison and wasn't even phased by it. I'm telling you all, it is a bad idea to go after her."
But of course, no one listened.
Ten men were sent for Jon Snow's wife.
At the time they didn't know, but none would return.
---
Mornings like these were always your absolute favourites. With your husband still in bed next to you, you played with the ends of his hair.
You smiled to yourself as he moved just a little in his sleep.
Soon, Jon woke up as he moved to lay on his back, you moved to his chest as he let out a soft sigh. The fur now pooled around his waist as your hand ran up his chest.
"Good morning." you said with a soft voice, not quite ready to get up just yet.
"Morning, My Goddess." you smirked as his fingers began to roam your naked back.
He never opened his eyes as you just kept staring at him.
"Our Kingdom is growing, this will come with many enemies." you said.
"More than what we already have?" came his reply with a yawn.
"If they only knew that the King of the North is this lazy. It is almost mid-morning and you still refuse to wake."
"It is my wife's fault. She kept me up all night." you smiled as he finally opened his eyes, looking at you with nothing but pure love and admiration. "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly his eyes filled with worry upon seeing your expression.
"The wind came with bad news, people are brewing a plan against you."
"You and your powers, My Love... what is the worry this time? A coupe? To kill me? A trap for my armies?"
"Men had been sent to kill me. I can deal with them, once know who they are. Please, Jon, much like before, we act as we don't know."
"Of course," he nodded. "As always, oblivious. Do you know how many?" you shook your head, no.
"I hope, I pray to the Goddess that one day we won't face such dangers. That our children won't have to grow up in fear." you said as Jon sat up, you followed suit, holding the fur to your chest.
He smiled.
"You always speak of children, I like it when you do that. It gives me hope, a reason to fight for a future."
You smiled right back before kissing him.
Oh, yes, mornings like these were your favourites.
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Staying away from Jon was something you didn't really like to do.
You prefer to stay with him at all times but you understood that he had duties and so did you.
You looked after the young wolves and cared for the pups who were left without a mother after the war.
The feeling of dread didn't leave you.
Ever since you woke up, you had this feeling, and you knew better than to ignore your instincts.
Your life was in danger as always but now, you won't be merciful.
Last time, it was during your wedding when they tried to poison you. You drank the wine without a problem but the taste of iron never left your mouth. You chose not to speak, Jon only was told years after.
You decided not to tell him because you feared his reaction.
But now, after the wars, after the many lost lives, you were ready for anything.
Their first try came while you were taking your daily bath. One dared to barge in with a sword, trying to kill you. But the man's fate wasn't fortunate.
When Jon heard the news that you have been attacked he was furious. But the scene he saw when he entered the bath wasn't what he expected.
The man now laid, with his head by his lifeless body, his blood filled the bath which you still occupied.
"I'm almost done." you said with the calmest tone Jon had ever heard.
There was something about you, in a bath of blood that just turned Jon on beyond belief. He had seen you covered in blood before, but somehow, this was different.
That night as you two got ready for bed and he finally joined you, you just said "There are more of them." which made Jon nod, he knew you would take care of yourself, but he will also have to look out for himself.
The second and the third man wanted to take no chances. One watched by the door while the other ran into the library to kill you.
But when everything inside went quiet the other man also emerged from the door and was met with the same fate.
Both dead, surrounded by symbols drawn with their own blood. It scared the servants, even some knights found themselves to be scared by the drawings.
But not Jon, never Jon.
He simply entered the room and kiss you on the lips.
Seven men were left. All of which decided to catch you at night. First, they found out that the King was occupied and they all hurried to your chambers.
But instead of meeting with a sleeping Queen, you have been waiting for them. The door locked behind them and only their screams were heard in the night.
No one dared to approach the chambers. No one dared to open the door.
Jon arrived again, seeing the blood seeping out from behind the door, he opened it and saw a scene that almost made him throw up.
All bodies were kneeling around you in a circle. Kneeling, holding their own heads in their hands as you sat in the middle of them, he wasn't sure if you were praying.
"Darling?" he asked, knowing better than to cross any lines. Knowing the powers you were often playing with.
You looked at him, familiar eyes staring at him as he knelt down to your eye level.
"Let's go to bed in another room." he suggested and you agreed.
Of course, your loving husband avenged the attacks against you.
In his eyes, no matter if you were never injured, he saw these attacks as an attack on him, because they were.
And Jon never took lightly to harm against you. He would never stop at anything when it came to you. Even if he wasn't king.
Jon Snow would never let anyone take you from him, you were his.
I had married Westley so I got a burst of needed endorphins. It’s also a AMAZING game. Pls I need mutuals who play this game
Summary: A rainy day on the farm calls for some needed cuddles with your newly acquired puppy of a husband
“Darling, you are just drenched-!” Your husband would shout, as your soggy body entered the home. Everything was soaked, and your boots were even filled with water. That rain storm came out of nowhere, and it was hitting hard. With lighting cracking outside.
“Seem’s to me Violet may have made her incantation a little too potent.” You admit, as you would pull your shoes off. You swore a fish came out of it even. Cleocatra would enjoy it, at least.
“I’ll go fetch you a change of clothes.” Weasley said, as he would hurry to the closet. He did his best to be careful, as it had been past sunset. Big paws and all. He’s had years of practice, and you made it your soul mission to write your own mending incantation. Just for him. That way he could stress less. Gramma would have been so proud.
“The chores are all done, at least. Frozen over here.” You shivered, as you had to take everything off. Even with being married, and having had many an encounter that resulted in damaged clothes, your husband still got so bashful around your naked body. You two have long since enjoyed a wonderful honeymoon, but here he was. Covering his eyes with sleepwear he grabbed for you. Had you giggle. That’s the man you married.
“I’ll get some underwear on, don’t worry.” You teased him. With a peck to his furry cheek you were off. Left him all a fluster. How you adored teasing him. Your big ‘scary’ wolf of a husband, still able to be so gentle in such a massive form.
With proper undergarments on, you returned to the living room. You might wear was laid out, and you could hear him already working in the kitchen. If the mutters of Russian curses at dropped items said anything to you.
Warm clothes, a warm fire place, and the works of tea. That’s what your cold skin needed. Also, cuddles. Lots of them. He was more than happy to provide such, as he would return with a tray of needed treats.
“Figured I would try something a little different. My mother loved to make warm drinks for me, and my brother, whenever we returned hunting. Even in the snow you can lose a lot of fluids. She liked to make it a little challenge for herself. To try and make something a little different.” Westley would explain to you, before he laid on the floor. Now your big pillow to cuddle, as the towel he had also grabbed was in your hand. Ruffling at your hair to dry.
“Oooo. Hot chocolate!” You perked up, and were excited. Something sweet. Oh he knew you well. Hardly bothered with your hair anymore, before you were quick to take your cup. Nearly burned your tongue, but it was so worth it.
“Kai always finds the best chocolate.” You cooed, as you laid against your husband. Enjoying his furry touch, and the way he breathed. Such big breaths. How his heart beat was so visible. Some call it morbid. You call it beautiful.
“He really does. Maybe if we were to ever reveal ourselves one day, he should be who we speak to first. He seems the most likely to be open minded.” He figured, as he yawned. Poor man was exhausted, but he was always willing to wait for you.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if he already has met some FaeFolk. He’s been all over the place. Maybe he never brought it up because of that. He knows better than to risk their secret. Respects nature, after all. The way he talks about the water just seems too whimsical…” You would agree, as you watched the fire place.
“Exactly. Along with the books he seems to enjoy, and how whatever I recommend seems to be something he’s aware of. World travelers tend to be more open minded.” Your husband would agree, as he gave a long stretch. Made his joints pop just right, as he would yawn.
“Today was a good day.” You would nod, with pride. You finished some candles, have potions and time freeze spells stacked for your mining trip tomorrow, finished some aging wines for your hubby to enjoy, the animals were checked on, you did alot in one day. Busy, but that’s how you liked it.
“I’m so glad. I wish I could do more for you, but I can only be in two places so often.” Your husband would sigh. That made you kiss his fuzzy little ear. He was doing so much. He deserved rest all the same. Just because you two had different jobs didn’t mean he didn’t deserve any less rest.
“You are doing the best you can. I love you so much for that.” You would finish your drink, before you simply curled up against him. No need a bed tonight. He was just perfect like this. The warm fire place, the rain storm outside, and the heavy breathing of your Westley. What more could you want?
“Suppose I’m stuck here for the night.” He chuckled, before he would nuzzle his muzzle against your cheek. His wet nose kissed your cheek, and that made you giggle. You loved his little doggy kisses. And in turn, he loved giving them. It made the burden of being a werewolf not so bad. You loved BOTH sides of him. His human, and fae, sides. Him. Simply him.
“Good night, sweetheart. Love you. Love you so much.” He whispered, in that gravely voice of his. A sleepy ‘love you more’ was returned, and he chuckled. Hardly could stay awake any longer. It was just a slice of heaven in that moment. Warmth, and love.
