okay I was gonna do this as a one-shot but I loved it to much so I just fuckin wrote it. you’re amazing anon
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It was a little cottage, one which her mother and her kept in an unruly ordered chaos. It had an old thatch roof that fell over slightly on the ends of the roofing and a soft wooden paneling that looked worn and brushed. There was a garden on the side, full of all types of herbs and doolittles that her mother collected from travels and bets with gypsies. All the windows were stained glass and floral, and all the rooms were dressed up as witchy as could be.
There were horses off on the side, five strong animals that ate around on the grass, shaking their manes. Bunnies and butterflies, kittens and critters of all sorts fluffed around the cottage.
Y/n hummed to herself as she stirred the copper worn cauldron over the pastel mint stove her grandmothers witch hat falling over her forehead slightly and her cheeks blushed by the heat. Her bare feet tapped softly along the wood floor, a broom swifting in the background and cleaning by itself and behind her, a small orange kitten pawed around on the floor, tickling with her tail.
The sun set slightly, and the melting sun cascaded over the forest trees in a soft hue of orange and red. A small letter flickered in through the window, landing softly on the windowsill in front of her bubbling light brown pot. She raised her brows, the black hat falling back on her head as she leaned forward to get the letter.
The letter felt warm in her fingers as she opened the note, a soft smell of honey and spices filling her note, the penmanship of her mother showing itself.
Hello my darling,
I hope all is well at home. I’ve just arrived here and there is so much to see. I will bring back more spices and books to help with your studies, my little growing witch. Remember to lock the doors after seven, hopefully the Carmen have been sought by the Order, but just to be safe. Love you with my heart, and my Our Mother the Moon protect you.
Sincerely,
Your Mother.
Y/n smiled, kissing the note softly and pressing it to the wall, slipping it to a clothes pin that hung along a string on the wall.
Outside of the forest, on the edge of the highway road which sat on the brink of the Middlewind Forest stood four young boys, leaning against a red Chevrolet car, bottles stuck in their hands. The moon hung high in the skin, clear and bright, their laughs loud and echoed.
“Fuck, Shawn,” one wheezed, pointing at one of the boys who had a soft grey sweater pulled over. “I dare you, you fuckin pussy, to walk through the forest, by yourself, and we’ll meet you on the other end.”
Shawn’s eyes widened, a gulp easing down his throat.
“What?”
“You heard me, pussy.”
“Jack,” Shawn mumbled, the beer bottle falling to his side. “You can’t be serious. You know about the disappearances.”
“P-u-s-s-y,” his friends laughed, shaking their heads.
Shawn rolled his eyes, walking forward and pushing the bottle into Jack’s chest.
“Fine,” he spit, narrowing his eyes at them. “I’ll go.”
The forest loomed before him, his friends chuckles wavering behind him. His breath shook, cheeks pink from the cool breeze and curly hair soft in the wind. His tall form stumbled along the branches and logs, the darkness engulfing him and his environment.
There was a dark creek in the bushes, and Shawn’s eyes widened and his body jumped, a shout evoking from his throat.
“Wh-Who’s there!” he called out, stumbling forward and falling against a tree. “I-I’m not afraid!” lie. He shook, lip quivering and eyes wide. He cursed his high school friends, cursed the dare, and cursed his stupid mind for allowing this to happen.
There was a dark chatter, like a clatter of teeth and suddenly in the darkness, there was an eerie white pair of eyes that awoken in the trees, another clatter chipping through the air. Shawn lost his breath, a shout ripping from his throat as he stumbled back along the tree veins, the eyes moving forward, bright and horrifying.
“Fuck!” he screamed, his legs sharply impaling on an exposed log, a cry escaping his chest.
He cried, her voice sharply exhuming as the figure closed in on him, teeth visible and sharp. His heart beat tightly in his chest, and when he saw his life flash before his eyes, there was a bright silver sparkling light behind him which glowed luminously around him, causing the creature to shriek into the night, dissipating before Shawn’s eyes. He fell backwards, eyes looking up into the starry sky, closing at the vision of a woman above his head.
She was only out for a walk, trying to find the small orange kitten that she found down by the brook. The small kitten had jumped out of her arms when she was closing the doors and ran off, and she knew she couldn’t just leave him. So there she was, scavenging the forest when she heard the taught shouts from in front of her through the trees. She strung her oak wand tight to her fingers, the curving and decoration of the carved wood roughing along her skin as she edged herself through the trees.
She saw the boy fall back, leg straight through a shard of wood sticking upwards. He shouted, eyes wide. Human she rushed forward, the Carmen reaching towards his body. Her wand glowed silver and she pushed it outwards, singing her mother’s enchantment and banishing the clout of bleakness into the air around them. The boy fell backwards, eyes softly shutting from shock. Y/n bent down, hands pressed to his face, black skirt fanning around her thighs. She pushed his hair off his face, her cheeks reddening at his handsome physicality. She looked down, wand pressed to his wound as she dissipated the stick puncturing his leg. She huffed, linking her arms around his back and bringing him up on her body, pulling him tall and forward. His body enlarged over her’s and she struggled to pull him along because of his weight, sensing his muscular tone under her fingers.
She ushered the cottage doors open, the candlelights and Edison Bulbs of the house igniting softly at her return. She pulled him into her room, laying him softly on the bed. Her black hat shuffled on the side table, and she pressed a hand to the rim of it to steady the soft fabric. He let out puffs of air, his curls falling all over his forehead. She pushed him back, face in frown as she steadied his pulse point along his neck. She rushed to the kitchen, pulling jars of herbs and her mothers medicines from their places and to her cauldron. The thick cream colored liquid bubbled in the copper bowl as y/n stirred and stirred, looking back through the opening of her bedroom door to look upon the boy sleeping.
When the cast was done she took a ladle to the medicine, saying a soft spell over it to awaken the ingredients, then put some into a bowl, the thick liquid spreading over in the peach ceramic. She walked to her bedroom, hair pulled into a bun and orange sweater fluffed around her body as she kneeled beside him, setting the bowl on the table and lifting her hands to his leg.
His pants had to be removed, and she knew she couldn’t just take them off. She shut her eyes, taking her want to his jeans and drawing a square around the wound. Sorry she mental told him as the seams of his pants ripped and scuffed softly around the line drawn. Her wand sparkled at the ends, soft light beaming from the tip. She took the square piece of jean from his thigh, placing the fabric on the table next to her and took the bowl to her hands, fingers stifling through the past as she brought the brew to touch.
Y/n pressed the cream to his stab, his body shivering in response. The boy huffed, his face pulling in his sleep. She furrowed her brows, placing the bowl on the table and taking her other hand to his, softly caressing his palm and hand in hopes he would relax. His fingers laced in hers, and she bit her lip at the feeling, his mouth relaxing at the touch.
After she applied the cream she left him in the room, hoping he would get some sleep. She took to the kitchen and living room, searching around for spells and medicines.
Shawn stirred when he heard a clacking of kitchen wear around him. He opened his eyes, pupils straining slightly as he looked up and around him. His brows furrowed when he looked up, his hands touching the soft fabric of quilting and a tickle along his foot. He jumped slightly, the sound of a soft meow raising his brows as he leaned on one elbow, looking down at a small orange kitten nipping at his toes. His mouth opened, but no words came about as the animal jumped from the bed and scurried out of the room. He noticed the healing wound, nothing more than a scar now, and his mind jumped all together.
“You little beast!” he heard someone exclaim quietly, their voice soft and sweet. “I had been looking everywhere for you!”
Shawn felt nervous. Was he kidnaped, going to be killed or sold off? He began to say prayers as he moved from the bed, heart skipping at the image of a tall black hat and shuffles of books with latin and symbolic writing along the edges on two tall bookshelves, bowls of flowers and powders scattered with a jar of glowing insects on the edge of the last bookshelf. Where the hell am I he thought to himself, lip pulled with his teeth.
He pushed open the wooden door, eyes wide when he saw a young girl picking up the kitten and placing it on the counter beside a cluster of bubbling pots. There were a gather of cleaning instruments in the living room, scurrying around and collecting dusts. Her black skirt softly wavered around her thighs, burnt orange sweater big along her small form. Her hair was braided messily, big reading glasses placed along the top of her head, her toes tapping along the floor as she stumbled over herself as she turned to look behind her, Shawn creating a sound as he stepped forward.
“Holy Merlin!” she exclaimed, hands pressed to her chest as she took a deep breath. “You scared me!”
His mouth was parted, cheeks red and hearts leaping out of his chest at the images before him. She bit her lip, brows curving as she looked around then moved forward to him.
“Please don’t be scared, I promise, I’m a friend!”
Shawn didn’t say anything, only looking at her.
“If its the jeans, I’m sorry! You were gonna bleed out, and I wasn’t about to take them off!”
“Jeans?” Shawn said quietly, looking down and realizing there was a square cut in the fabric.
She looked towards him, her eyes pleading. Shawn took a gulp.
“I’m dreaming.”
“No, you’re not,” she said, hand coming up and pinching his arm. Shawn shook a little, yelping at the contact. She backed away.
“Sorry!”
“Who are you?”
“Y/n, I live here with my mother but she’s on a trip and I was only supposed to lock the doors but then my cat Lucifer ran out and I had to get him, and then I saw you and the Carmen-”
“Carmen?”
“That thing,” she seethed, eyes shutting tightly. “That creature you encountered last night, it would’ve took your heart out with one swipe!”
Shawn opened his mouth but no words came.
“I saved you,” she finished, hand pressed to her forehead. “You’re safe. What were you doing out there!”
“It was a dare!” he protested, hands high in defense. “How was I supposed to know this would’ve happened!”
“Ugh!” she complained, running her hands down her face.
Shawn looked at her, watching her soft form in comparison to his own. She was pretty, beautiful even, and Shawn grew warm at his mind thinking such things in this situation.
“You’re a witch?”
“I like to call myself an experienced woman, but yeah, witch works, I guess.”
Shawn nodded, looking at her. “I don’t understand what the fuck is going on.”
She sighed, turning back to the boiling pots. “You humans think everything is just you, you and your world and problems. There’s a lot you don’t know.”
Shawn watched her stir around, standing on her toes to grab a jar of cinnamon sticks on the shelves. She huffed, unable to reach the glass, and pulled at the stick slipped in her skirt. Shawn moved forward, hands reaching upwards and grabbing the jar for her, chest close to her back as he brought it down.
“Here.”
She turned her head, faces close as she looked at him. “Thanks.”
“What did you do to that thing.”
“I killed it.”
Fuck thats hot Shawn mentally groaned as he looked at the girl, her face almost too innocent for her own good.
“Thank you.”
She smiled softly, reaching forward to slip a fluff off of his nose. “Sure.”
“You’re here, all by yourself?”
She nodded, looking back to the pot. Shawn leaned against the counter watching her. “Yea, you’re actually the first human boy I’ve ever met-only read about you in books.”
Shawn chuckled slightly. “Am I everything you imagined?”
“No.”
Shawn’s smile dropped.
“You’re actually more,” she said softly, looking at him from the side of her eye.
He blushed, hand pressed to the back of his neck. “You’re not what I expected, you know, for a witch.”
She laughed at that. “You think we’re all green with big noses that cackle in the night?”
“Yeah,” he responded honestly. She shook her head laughing.
“You’re cute, for a human boy.”
Shawn smiled, biting his lip as he ran his fingers through his curly hair.
“You gonna be okay, with these things out here?”
She smiled, a smirk forming on her soft lips.
“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll be okay.”
Shawn felt himself die at that, her organs caving in. She poured the liquid in the largest pot into an elixir bottle, handing it to Shawn softly.
“Keep this with you. You should be safe in the light, they don’t like sun. But just in case, throw this at them and you should have enough time to run away.”
Shawn looked at her blankly.
“I’ll spark a signal light that’ll walk you back to the human town.”
Shawn gulped, slightly disappointed as she lead him to the door.
“Will I ever see you again?”
“Probably not,” she mumbled. “Mortal and Magics are forbidden to be seen together. I’m breaking, like, a hundred laws right now.”
“Bad girl,” Shawn smirked. She gave the same expression.
“Before you leave,” she began before he left, his tall form turning at her. “I want to know your name, you know, for my studies.”
“Of course,” he smirked, moving forward closer to her, her heart beating in her chest. He was so handsome. “I’m Shawn.” he mumbled, looking into her eyes.
“Shawn,” she said breathily. “For studies.”
He licked his lips, the sight making her light headed.
“Go before someone sees,” she rushed, pushing him forward, a smile gracing his lips at her urgency.
She watched him walk through the trees following after the soft white light she created, his tall form leaving her sight, and she couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped her lips as he disappeared, her hopes of seeing him rising too high for her own good. She would be in so much trouble.
