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Onomichi, Hiroshima, Japan // pilsung

Witches

Mediaeval fantasy au

Goth Natasha X fem reader

Warnings: swearing (minor)

A/n: hey this is why my posts have been delayed recently and why I've not been on as much. This is inspired by a DnD thing I saw from a YouTube video by @Zacspeaksgiant. Enjoy some fluff after my last depressing fics :)

The video ^

Natasha wasn't a witch. She wasn't. No matter how many people she told. No matter how much she protested Natasha was always considered the witch in the woods. Only because she fit the normal stereotype. Gothic clothes. Lives in the woods in a cottage cabin type home. Lives off the land. She fits the direct witch stereotype. And she hates it. Natasha won't change. Natasha would never change for anybody. Ever. This is who she wants to be. But the whole witch thing is irritating. What was worse though was the actual witch lived only a few miles away. Not far enough if you asked Natasha.

Wanda was a witch. Only she didn't fit what people consider a witch. She was bright and used fun colours and flowers everywhere. She shopped in the store and ran a flower stall in the town square. Her house was a cosy looking cottage that a grandmother from fairytales would live in. Vines covering walls and a pie usually on the window sill cooling. Flowy dresses and bright clothes. That was Wanda. But she was a witch. And nobody believed her. Everyone would laugh and smile thinking she was joking. It was exhausting. Especially since everyone assumed her neighbour was a witch when she wasn't.

It was yet another day and another person knocking at the door. At this point Natasha was used to being called on for help for some issue or other and she was prepared to turn them back in Wanda's direction. Something she did way too often if you asked Natasha. It was the same conversation. The same "no I'm not the witch she is" and then a finger pointed to Wanda waving excitedly from her doorway. It was a routine at this point. One Natasha despised. Nothing was ever different. The moment Natasha closed the door after turning away yet another wayward soul she leaned against the doorway and sighed. This was almost as irritating as her childhood had been. But Natasha wouldn't change. She wouldn't give in to society like that.

It had been a few days since the last traveler had come by asking for the witch and Natasha couldn't help but be relieved. No knocking. No tired and irritated interactions with idiots who refused to leave her doorstep because Wanda couldn't be the witch she was too bright. People needed to get these colour rules out of their heads. But Natasha couldn't do much about it. She could move further into the woods but then she'd been too far for any medical care she may need. And that wasn't something Natasha wanted to risk. The woods weren't friendly. That's why she lived in them. That's when the familiar knocking was on her door. Natasha closed her eyes tightly and groaned. Straightening her clothes she walked to the door and opened it.

Natasha was caught off guard. This wasn't the normal wayward soul she normally had. This was one of the village girls. Y/n she thinks her name is. She had seen her a couple times when she went to show a traveller to Wanda in the market.

"I'm not the witch. She lived down there."

Natasha speaks coldly pointing to Wanda's house. Not even looking. She knows Wanda will be there waving. She knew that y/n must know that Wanda was the witch. But surprisingly y/n didn't move. Her face was a bit red too. Weird.

"no I know.. she sent me here.."

Y/n was soft spoken. Always had been. But even with her soft tone this nearly made Natasha stumble. Natasha glanced over to where Wanda was. She was standing out her doorway with her thumbs up and a big grin on her face. It wasn't hard to connect the dots. Red faced y/n at her doorstep and a grinning Wanda. Natasha hesitated. She had only ever really spoken to Wanda in small passings. The only real conversation they had was when Natasha admitted to being slightly lonely. And now Wanda was setting her up. Not what she had expected.

Natasha turned back to y/n. She was cute. Pretty y/h/C and pretty eyes too. Definitely Natasha's type. And the red face said everything to Natasha about y/n's feelings. So she stepped aside to let y/n in.

"come in."

Natasha said gentler this time. Now feeling guilty for how she had acted before. Y/n stepped into the threshold. Glancing around with slight curiosity. Not that Natasha blamed her. She collected some... Interesting things. Skulls and bones. Snake skins and plants that looked unnatural. But instead of looking disgusted y/n just looked fascinated.

"do you want some tea or coffee?"

Natasha asked hesitating slightly. How was she meant to act in this situation. Y/n glanced back at Natasha and smiled. Natasha nearly stumbled again. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen y/n smiling before. But it was never at her. Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight or true love. That was a romantics thing. And Natasha prided herself on not being the romantic type. But Natasha may need to change her views because if she could she would burn the image of y/n's smile into her mind so it was the only thing she would ever see again.

"tea actually. Black."

Natasha nearly missed y/n's response. But pulling herself together slightly she nodded and walked to the small kitchenette.

Why was she acting this way. Natasha never noticed y/n before. Well she had. But never romantically. Natasha never even second glanced at the woman. But now. Knowing her feelings and looking at her properly Natasha was struggling to focus on anything but her. She needed to get a grip or else she could fuck it up. Natasha made the tea quickly and walked it out to y/n. Sitting it on the coffee table. Y/n sat down and took a sip. Natasha frozen for a moment just staring. Was y/n always this pretty? When did she suddenly look so radiant. Granted this was Natasha's first actual look at y/n but she had seen her before... Briefly. But still. Natasha never did pay much attention to anyone... Natasha shook out of it and sat next to y/n.

The night went quickly. Most of it talking. About each other. What they wanted in partners and life. Personal details. Basically a small get together to see if the two fit or liked each other aside from looks. And to Natasha's surprise y/n was... Just as pretty on the inside as she was out. Natasha didn't even think y/n could harm a fly. And surprisingly y/n agreed to come back. She was gonna come again tomorrow. Natasha was still processing how pretty she looked. Natasha had officially decided on one thing. Y/n's laugh was the prettiest sound in the world and if she could bottle it up and keep it forever she would. Just so she could listen to it forever.

The next day came and went. Just as good as day one. Natasha set up a picnic near the creek. It went well. Really well. They met up again. And again. And again. Natasha didn't really know a day anymore that y/n wasn't in. She was everywhere. In everything. The wood she cut for the fire. In the water running by her home. In the flowers that sprouted along the edge of her home. Natasha couldn't find a place in the world y/n wasn't. And it was wonderful. A state of bliss.

Natasha officially asked y/n to be her girlfriend a year after they met. Granted Natasha wanted to do it sooner. But she was so nervous that it was too soon. It wasn't. Y/n found it perfect. They kissed that night. Under the moonlight. Cliche but to Natasha it was perfect.

Natasha wasn't a witch. She wasn't. But she didn't have to tell anyone that anymore. Y/n always protested for her now. Natasha was no longer considered the witch in the woods. She still fit the stereotype. Gothic clothes. Lives in the woods in a cottage cabin type thing. Lives off the land. She fits directly with the witch stereotype. But she doesn't hate it. Natasha changed. She changed for y/n. She was still who she wanted to be. But now y/n dispels rumours of Natasha being the witch. And now everyone went to the real witch who lived a few miles away. Well barely. She was over so often as a friend it was hard to tell.

I need to focus as I procrastinate clean

And then inevitably forget as I get distracted by something else leaving half my room in a mess

Oo she autistique

*cups ao3 author's face in my hands gently* please. you are the only one who understands the blorbos correctly. you must write more.

One day at a time.

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