Juniper's Jewels, Chapter 1: Talisman
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character, Bucky Barnes x Witch!Baker!Female
POV: 3rd Person
Summary:Someone that works at the Avenger's Compound made a BIG mistake. Not only did they cheat on the Witch they'd been secretly dating for several months but they also stole something from her and gave it to the sidepiece. Well, technically they stole multiple things. Can Bucky navigate the relationship weary road to a Witch's heart when she doesn't believe anyone ever stays and considers herself cursed?.
Chapter Summary: The compound's daily breakfast buffet wasn't up to standard. Morgan Stark sends out her pal Mister Bucky to find out why her yummy muffins were yucky but he discovers much more than just that.
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: Language, Confused!Bucky, Allusions to Cheating, Scheming, Slight Angst, Distress, Mention of Animal Cruelty, and potentially others I forgot.
A/N: So...I know I said I wasn't gonna upload anything until I finished Howling Witch, but I changed my mind. Tony Stark is alive and he and Bucky have come to terms with each other (largely under threat of Pepper). Steve is not present.
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Juniper’s Grove.
Finally.
He was never going to trust Tony’s vague directions again. Ever. Anyone that could fly around the city like that should have a better sense of direction.
Bucky had been wandering around the same four-block circuit for hours trying to find the bakery that had been supplying the compound’s breakfast goods for the past five months. Eventually he gave up and asked the first patrolling officer he saw if they knew of it. Once they nodded, after he finally convinced them that’s all he wanted and there wasn’t any threat to be handled, he asked where it was.
Bucky was sorely tempted to go back and give Tony hell but reminded himself of two things: 1. HYDRA used him to make Tony an orphan and even if they had worked through that, under Pepper’s insistent supervision, Bucky still felt bad about it. 2. Bucky had promised Morgan he wouldn’t come back until he got her the muffins they both liked.
Much to Tony’s frustrated displeasure his daughter had formed an attachment to the ex-assassin. Displeasure until it dawned upon him that he now had an overpowered bodyguard and babysitter for her that felt like he owed her father. Not that Tony took advantage of that…too much.
It was annoying at first, but it grew on Bucky pretty swiftly. Morgan was a sweet kid that everyone in the Avengers adored. They could disagree, and often did, on any number of topics, but Morgan wasn’t one of them.
So, when she expressed her disappointment at that morning’s muffin supply, Bucky was the first to offer to fix it. Tony gave him the name of the bakery he paid to make them and the vaguest directions ever to where it was found before taking his daughter with him to his office to get to work. It should not have taken Bucky this long to find it.
Well, at least he finally had. That’s what he was telling himself at least as he looked at the small storefront. Very small.
How had something so small supplied so many muffins, scones, rolls, bagels, and biscuits? Enough to comfortably feed all the staff, agents, and Avengers? With enough left-over people could take some of it home?
Looking at the soft pale green and white stripped awning, Juniper’s Grove stenciled in white on the door surrounded by a circle of trees he supposed it had to be bigger on the inside. Peering in through the glass at the warm oak flooring, several small white tables and chairs set out sporting little fake wooden trees sticking out of technicolor cupcakes as centerpieces, and trees painted on the walls that would make that Bob Ross guy proud, he figured it had to be. Stepping into it, the bell on the door jingling softly, the sound echoing in the distance past the doors to the back, he was certain it had to be.
Yet, in an instant all of those thoughts and questions were erased from his mind and then were replaced with something far more pressing when someone greeted him.
“I’ll b-be wi…with you in a mm-moment.”
The voice was female, soft, yet thick and sniffling. Barely held together. It had come from behind the counter. More specifically from behind the glass case fully filled with a huge assortment of vividly colored treats.
Brownies, mini-cakes, cupcakes, muffins, cookies in a variety of shapes from trees to cats to witch hats…in May. Well they were brightly colored and decorated with flowers so they were still themed right. Yet Bucky’s focus didn’t remain on them long, it shifted from what he saw through the glass to what lay behind the case itself.
Narrowing his eyes as he looked through it Bucky spotted someone on all fours, crawling behind it, searching as he stepped forward. Looking closer he saw it was no doubt the woman that had spoken. He couldn’t help but frown as he grew closer saw the distress on her freckled face. Deep green eyes past a round pair of glasses perched on her nose looked up at him through the glass. The look in them made him ache.
Heartbreak and panic.
Not because of him. No, Bucky knew what that looked like and this was different. This was someone holding onto the threads of themselves. Someone trying not to dissolve themselves with their own tears.
Then she stood up.
If her eyes weren’t red from previously shed salt he’d have found her adorable. Hell, he still did he just didn’t like that she had obviously been crying for quite a while and still was. That or the part where he understood very quickly she was about two of her dark juniper-colored hair strands away from a complete mental breakdown.
Perhaps one hair strand away.
She looked at him, but she also looked around him. Her eyes searched high, low, usually low, peering about as she tugged at the intricate braid her hair had been messily thrown into. Her clothes were grey. Light and dark, but they didn’t exactly match and looked like they’d been slept in from how they clumped and draped over her form with creases and wrinkles where they would have bunched as she lay on them. As appealing as he normally found the idea of a busty woman with matching hips, Bucky did not particularly find the upset look on her face to be something he wanted to see more of.
Maybe he was old-fashioned, but he didn’t enjoy it when, if he had to judge by how well put together everything else in the shop was, a lady was so distraught everything else became an afterthought. Glancing at the framed picture on the wall of a news article celebrating the shop’s continued success Bucky felt his theory that she didn’t normally look like this get validation. In that picture she was put together, smiling, glowing, and wearing a black choker with a triquetra pendant while holding a sweet-looking black cat in her arms.
His heart sunk as he imagined what would happen if something happened to his own ball of fur. He didn’t want to. Bucky did not want to imagine any moment of anything that involved something bad happening to his Alpine.
No.
She was his little fluffy snow angel of sass and cuddles. The world would burn if anyone tried to hurt her. The only one allowed to play with her that wasn’t him was Morgan…because Alpine allowed it. If she didn’t allow it then it wouldn’t have happened.
“I’m sorry but…did something happen to y-” he started and stopped as her eyes welled with tears into a shimmering pool of emerald and despair, “Hey…easy…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I am so sorry. I just…I have a cat of my own and…you just…you’re upset and I made it worse. Of course I made it worse…shit. I’m so sorry. I really am.”
She shook her head, grabbing some napkins to dab at her eyes while she did, gasping in sharply as she tried to hold everything together. This was not what he pictured when he set out to learn about their muffins. It didn’t mean he was leaving, though, no.
He was not raised…well he wasn’t raised to do a lot of things he’d done, but leaving a lady in clear distress definitely was not one of the things he was raised to do, “Um…do…do you want me to…put the closed sign up?”
She nodded as she wiped her eyes, ruby roads creeping towards an emerald oasis while she continued to look everywhere other than at him, “Please.”
Bucky nodded and went to flip the sign over. By the time he did and turned around he found her sitting at one of the tables sobbing into her napkins so pulled the blinds down enough her distress wasn’t going to be on display for the world to see.
“Do you want me to g-”
“I can’t find ‘em anywhere…” she sobbed, her voice muffled by the paper clump in her hands while she grabbed more napkins.
Bucky picked the trashcan up and brought it over, setting it down so she could put the snot covered ones into it. Slowly, he took a chair out and sat down. He was on edge, but anyone would be, and he just didn’t have it in him to leave her like this.
“You can’t find your cat? I can help you look. I’m really sorry for making you cry. I didn’t mean to. I just came in to ask about the muffins that were delivered to the Avenger’s Compound this morning.” Bucky explained slowly, calmly, and clearly.
Her attention snapped to him instantly. Her round, gold-rimmed glasses were dotted with drying tears on the lenses yet he could see confusion past the polka-dotted salt marks.
“What muffins?” she asked, nose a sweet soft pink and irritated red from the napkins, “I didn’t send an order there this morning.”
Bucky blinked with a suspicious scowl, blue eyes narrowed, “They were in the same boxes they always were when Mike brought them in.”
Something flashed through her eyes akin to a green fire of rage at the mention of the name. The tears were still there, but her pupils were constricted even in the low light as she twitched. The way her lips trembled brought his attention to them for a moment, yet he mentally slapped himself when she spoke.
“Mike…” she said, low, almost like one of Alpine’s little irritated growls whenever she spotted a cat or person she didn’t like.
“He’s a…security agent…at the compound…he brought them in with his girlfriend this morning…” Bucky said lowly and suddenly it felt like the room around him grew smaller and darker as she looked at him…into him almost.
He swore he heard the stud beams behind the walls creak and bend inwards with it.
“Girlfriend?” she asked in a hiss and he nodded slowly, every warning siren and alarm bell going off in his mind to get the hell out of there…but he didn’t; he couldn’t move.
“Okay…look, it’s not a reflection on you or anything you’re goin’ through, but I’m confused. It happens from time to time still for me, and…I don’t like it, so can you please kindly explain what the hell is going on?” he asked and glanced around him as it felt like the space took a deep breath and relaxed.
Even the sparkling and warm sweet smell of the goods returned. Almost in a rush of it as if everything light and airy had been previously sucked out by misery then rage. Of course he could have been imagining it.
“I’m sorry, Sargent Barnes.” She sighed and he blinked until he figured he’d given himself away with telling her where he came from, still not many people instantly recognized him unless he wasn’t wearing his gl…gloves…which he wasn’t.
Right.
“It’s fine. Well, it’s not fine you’re upset and everything, but I’m not upset with you. I wouldn’t be talkin’ if I were.” Bucky replied with as friendly of a smile as he could manage despite his growing confusion, “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to or are uncomfortable telling me. Like I said, I just came here to ask about the muffins because they weren’t up to their usual standard.”
She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, shakily before wiping her nose once again, “Okay…I did not make or send muffins to the Avenger’s Compound this morning. I never got paid for them yesterday, so I did not make them for this morning. The person that usually paid me to make them was Mike. He came in to pick them up and would pay for the next day with a company card.”
“Okay. That tracks just fine so far.” Bucky nodded, giving her his full attention, “Why didn’t he do that yesterday?”
“Well, he said he forgot the card but he’d bring it by later because we had dinner plans.” She answered, the emerald darkening down.
Oh…he did not like where this was going.
“I take it those plans didn’t happen…”
“Not with me. I stopped by his place a bit early, not by much, half an hour…and when I get to the door all I hear are the sounds of loud, overdramatic sex. She was faking it, and I know she was because he’s nowhere near that good in bed…which I chalked up to inexperience but he’s just really a selfish douchekazoo.”
Well that was a new one.
“I wasn’t happy…obviously…but…y’know…shit happens and it wasn’t anything new. Anyway, I left and went home. He called later asking where I was and I told him quite calmly that we were done because I do not tolerate being run around on and I hung up.” She said, her tone calm, deliberate, reporting the facts even as she wiped her eyes with a clean tissue, “He showed up within the hour at the door, after I’d just gotten out of the shower and finished cleansing myself. Then, once it became clear I wasn’t having any of his sorry excuses or denials he decided it was my fault he cheated on me. That I drove him to it by being unable to give him what he really needed in a woman in a sexual capacity. Of course he put it more vulgarly than that, but it’s all the same in the end. He blamed me for it.”
“That’s stupid.” Bucky said and she nodded, sniffling a bit again.
“Yeah. We got into it. Things were said…and then he kicked Ixy. My cat. I don’t remember much after that other than a look of terror and him running once he got back up. He wouldn’t have but I went to look after Ixy, but I couldn’t find them and I can’t find my talisman.” She said and sniffled again, blinking rapidly as she fought back the tears while looking up, “I don’t care about him. Just another drop in the bucket…but I do care about my baby and that talisman. I thought maybe I left it in here, I take it off when baking because things get messy and it was busy yesterday, but it’s not here.”
“Your talisman…” Bucky said and she nodded while gesturing to the picture he’d seen, “Oh, that. I can help you look for your cat if you’d like. I’d lose it if anyone did that to Alpine…and then they’d lose their leg.”
“He would have if I wasn’t worried about them being alright. Ixy takes precedence over him. I’ll be upset about him later; I just want my baby back. I need to find my talisman.” She said and held her face in her hands before shaking her head, several strands of her hair pulling free from the braid as she did, “I swore I had it with me when I got home, but I’ve torn my place apart trying to find it.”
His phone rang. The sudden sharp sound made them both jump.
“Shit!” he jolted and sighed looking at his phone, “Sorry. It’s Tony. Morgan probably wants to know where I am.”
“Fuck…” she panted, holding her heart, her eyes wide as her glasses sat slightly askew on her nose. “That scared the shit out of me…”
Bucky chuckled briefly as he nodded before answering. It was Morgan as he expected.
“Mister Bucky…what’s takin’ so long?”
“It’s almost lunch time, Barnes. You’re gettin’ slow in your old age.” Tony’s voice said afterwards and Bucky took a deep breath in.
“Your directions were terrible. I had to stop a cop and ask for directions. That was a mistake. It took way too long to convince him that nothing was wrong and I just wanted directions. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here with…um…I don’t actually know your name…” Bucky began and looked at the woman he was sitting with.
“Right…I never introduced myself.” She realized and he shook his head.
“No, no you didn’t. I mean I can guess you’re Juniper but…that doesn’t mean I’m right.” He said and she huffed out a short laugh.
“True, but…yes. I’m Juniper.”
“I’m sittin’ here with Juniper and she told me she never sent any of her goods to the compound this morning.” Bucky said and heard a long silent pause he knew was never a good thing when it came to Tony.
“You spit the muffin back out right, sweetie?”
“Yeah…it was yucky.” Morgan answered and Tony sighed in understandable relief.
“That’s my little foodie. Okay…I’m gonna talk to Mister Bucky some more, why don’t you and Happy go bug Aunty Natasha for a few minutes. Kay?”
“Okay! Tell Mister Bucky I want my yummy muffin.”
“I will. Mwah, love you. Bye…” Tony replied and after several long moments spoke again, “Put me on speaker.”
Bucky did as he was told, setting the phone on the table between them before grabbing another napkin container for Juniper. She had emptied the one already there on the table.
“What do you mean that you didn’t send in anything this morning?” Tony asked with a feigned but direct calm.
“Just that. I didn’t send in any goods this morning. I never got paid.”
“Umm…” Tony started and they heard several clicks and taps, “Yes you did. The money was taken ouuut…wait…that’s not the right routing number. Everything else looks the same but…”
Juniper set her hands down on the table and looked at it before speaking, her voice starting low yet steadily growing louder and higher pitched as she went on.
“Mister Stark…I am about two-tenths of a nanosecond away from blowing my top. Mike never paid me yesterday morning. He said he would do it later because he left the card in his office. We were supposed to meet up last night for dinner. I went to meet up for our dinner date, he was in the middle of a different kind of date entirely, he came to my place after I told him to go do several things to himself because I do not tolerate that kind of behavior, he kicked my cat, and now I can’t find my cat or my talisman and now…now someone is impersonating my business and goods?” Juniper asked, eyes wide and twitching.
She was just…done. As if the day weren’t bad enough. Now there was this.
“Wait…you two were dating? I thought he was dating…Linda…Lana…something with an L.”
“Laurie? I don’t know either. I don’t like her so I never bothered to learn.” Bucky said in reply and paused as he looked at Juniper and saw her eyes were a slightly different color than before and…different.
“You know…thinking about this in depth…this could all go back to her. Pep said something about how cute her necklace was this morning. Like Junebug’s. Celtic knot thing with a cat on it.” Tony said and the room felt like it shrunk again, but then it was back to normal again as Juniper spoke.
“That’s my talisman.”
“I don’t think so. This one was part of a set. Ring, earrings, bracelet. Bit much.” Tony replied and the room blinked again yet Juniper just took a deep breath before speaking once more..
“Mister Stark…I’ve had that talisman for many years. There aren’t any others like it. So…as far as I can tell…Mike has been lying to not only me, but you, and potentially her.”
“I doubt it she’s a snot.” Bucky said as he looked around at things, “She probably knows.”
“I’m digging into it right now…” Tony said as they heard tapping and clicking, then tsking, “You just can’t find good help these days. What is it with women named Lorraine?”
“How did I not remember that? I remember Steve gettin’ in big trouble with Peggy because of her. Well, that Lorraine.” Bucky said and shook his head again, “Doesn’t matter. How’s she tied into this?”
“Looks like Mikey has been playing a long con. The funds went to the doppelganger Juniper’s Grove but it’s an account registered to Lorraine.” Tony said and Juniper stood up, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she started pacing.
“Let me…lemme get this straight. You know what, no, how long have those two been dating?” she asked and the two men paused, both thinking.
“I remember Natasha saying something about it…three and a half months ago?” Bucky guessed and Tony followed suit.
“Yeah. They showed up at the party together about then.” He said and Juniper’s eyes lit up before narrowing slightly as her head tilted.
“You know…I’ve never been to one of your parties.”
“I’ve told Mike to invite you. Even gave him the invitation. You never came…it…it was starting to hurt my feelings until Pepper explained you might not have the time to do that and be up in the morning for the bakery.” Tony replied and she shook her head.
“Nope…never got ‘em. Something is rotten in an already putrid swamp.” She said and Bucky nodded, thinking.
“Why would he want to hide you? How long were you dating him?” he asked.
“Five months about.” She answered and cleaned her glasses off, “I knew something was off…it’s not the first time…but…I just chalked it up to me being paranoid about it. I should have listened to my gut.”
“Well Bruce is running diagnostics on the muffins. Says they’re not poisoned or anything, just…terrible. Boxed like yours and everything. I don’t like that. I have another party tonight I was paying you extra to make a cake for…but that’s obviously not happening.” Tony sighed, “You know what. You’re invited. You can be Barnes’s plus one.”
“Sure.” Bucky agreed instantly.
“Now don-wait, you’re not arguing?” Tony asked, clearly dumbfounded, “Why are you not arguing? Do I need to get Sam? Should I call Raynor? Please tell me I don’t have to call that woman. She’s severely lacking in actual therapy skills. Hell, if I can understand you weren’t in control of yourself when what happened happened then so should everyone else.”
“No. You don’t need to get Sam. I walked in here and she was upset and started cryin’ and he kicked her cat. You know what I’d do if someone kicked my cat?”
“I don’t want to know, but I already do. Okay, it’s settled then. You come tonight as Barnes’s plus one. We’ll get to the bottom of this, we’ll get your stuff back, I’ll put out an APB on your cat, and-”
“You still want me to bake a cake, don’t you?” Juniper asked with a sigh, scarily calm at that moment though obviously annoyed.
“Yes, please. I’ll pay you triple. No more third-party payments. Straight deposit.” He answered and she shook her head silently with a sigh as she looked at the ceiling, “Please? Quadruple.”
“Fine. Just…email me what you want. It’ll be a good distraction until later. Make sure they’re both there…and she still has the jewelry. I want my property back.” Juniper answered while glancing down at the phone as if she would hold it personally responsible.
“You got it. Meanwhile, I’m gonna dig into this a bit more. I’ll have to send someone subtle to go probe the pair.”
“I’d say Natasha but you have her distracting Morgan right now.” Bucky answered while watching Juniper head behind the counter and take a box out to fill with an assortment of muffins.
“She’s still the best option. I’ll get her on it when you get back here.” Tony said and Bucky agreed before hanging up then accepting the box of muffins Juniper handed him.
She looked like she was teetering on the precipice of a pyramid. Any sudden movement would send her tumbling down into deep sadness, worried panic, blind rage, or calculated revenge. To him at least.
On the surface she just looked numb, but he knew much better than that. One wrong move and she’d go careening down one side or another. It was all just bubbling there.
“So…um…what…time…” he started and she shook her head.
“I’ll be there at seven. I have to bring the cake so I’ll be driving myself. Probably best to go in the staff entrance because…well I need to get the cake in the building. Just…thank you, Sargent Barnes. For everything. I just…I’m not kicking you out…I just need to get to work.” Juniper answered and he nodded.
“Of course. Look…here’s…my number…” he said as he looked around for a pen and accepted the one she handed him to write it down on a napkin, a clean one, “Just let me know if you need anything. Even if it’s just someone to help lift whatever massive cake Tony’s havin’ you make.”
“Thank you, Sargent Barnes.”
“Bucky.” He replied and she smiled a bit nodding, “If you’re my plus one tonight…might wanna call me Bucky. Y’know…to sell it.”
She smiled a bit more and huffed a soft laugh before nodding, “Yeah. Well…I better get to work on this massive cake.”
“See you at seven.” Bucky nodded and left once she nodded, texting Sam on the way out, “Mike the security guy is a total MORON.”
“And she’s your plus one tonight?” Sam asked as they sat in the park at a table, several food wrappers scattered on it and Bucky nodded while chewing his food as his friend looked at the information about the bakery online, “He picked Lorraine over this?”
Sam showed Bucky a picture of Juniper on Halloween. She wasn’t in a stereotypical “sexy Witch” outfit sold in stores. She was in a dark green dress that hugged every curve of her body tastefully with a huge black and green Witch’s hat decorated with moss, ivy, lace, and feathers, her full lips tinted black, hair twisted and braided over her shoulder, glasses perched on her nose, and the same black choker from the other picture…yet this one had a cat curled up in and around the triquetra’s openings around the knots. Bucky could have sworn the other photo’s pendant did not have a cat in it.
There definitely wasn’t a cat anywhere in this picture of her giving out treats to the children that stopped by the bakery. Or in the video Sam hit play on. Just Juniper being a bubbly sweetheart with the children.
“I love every bit of this. A fairy princess with her own sword. What cookie would you like?”
“The itty ones!”
“Of course you can have the kitty cookies, here you go. Uh oh…I think Mister Stark had an accident and shrunk himself…” Juniper said after handing out the bag of cat shaped cookies when a little boy in an Iron Man costume walked up, “You’ll definitely need some cookies to help you get back to normal size.”
She paid attention to each child, talking with their parents and guardians, making sure everyone was happy. Nothing about her in the video was numb or as upset as she had been earlier. She was an absolute sweetheart, a knock-out gorgeous sweetheart.
“I told you he was a moron.” Bucky said while nodding, “Thing is…why? I mean…c’mon that’s a lot of work to go through over baked goods. Amazing as they are…they’re just muffins, rolls, and scones. I love ‘em. Morgan loves ‘em…but…y’know?”
“Yeah. I love them too. We all do.” Sam nodded while thinking and shook his head, “I don’t know, but it’s messed up. Lorraine is in on it, she has to be, but…I don’t get it. You’re right, which pains me to admit, but you’re right. Fantastic as they are, and as much as I’m sure Tony pays her for them, they’re just muffins, rolls, scones, and stuff for the breakfast bar. Not…I don’t know. Not…caviar.”
“Caviar I’d definitely understand. The market on that is one of the reasons they have task forces in Russia just to combat the mob there.”
“Wait…seriously?”
“Yeah. We’re talkin’ hundreds of dollars an ounce in some cases.” Bucky nodded and sat back in his seat to think, “But these are just…it’s all just breakfast food…and a cake. Tony paid for her to make a cake. A big one.”
“You think they wanted to poison the cake? Take everyone out at the party tonight?” Sam asked and Bucky shook his head, unconvinced.
“No. They could have done that with the muffins this morning. Tony had them analyzed by Banner and they’re normal…just disgusting.” He said and Sam nodded with a groan.
“I had better out of a packet of week-old field rations.”
“I’ve had better in a HYDRA prisoner of war factory in Austria strapped to a gurney.” Bucky said and Sam grimaced.
“That’s cold, man.”
“Still true. Morgan spit hers out the first bite in and wouldn’t even pretend to feed the rest to her toys.” Bucky countered with a pointed look and Sam shook his head.
“Yeah…that’s bad. She’ll feed them anything. I still don’t get it. What’s the angle, and what’s the deal with the jewelry? Miss Juniper is more upset about that than Mike cheating on her or him and Lorraine stealing her business and money.”
“Said the ‘talisman’ is something she’s had for a very long time. Somethin’s weird with it, though…I swear the first time I saw it in a photo it did not have a cat on it, but…it does in that one and in the video and she said the one Lorraine was wearing today is hers…with a cat on it.”
“Could be one of the big three.”
“That is not a thing, Sam.”
“Yes it is. Androids, Aliens, Wizards.”
“No…it’s not.”
“Yes it is!”
“No it’s not!”
“You were one of them. That metal arm of yours makes you a cyborg. A cyborg is a kind of android, aliens are a thing and you know they are, and wizards are real. Doctor Strange counts. Sorcerers count as wizards.”
“Why do I even talk to you?”
“Because no one else is gonna put up with your stare-prone, grumpy ass. That’s why.”
A/N: That's part one. Part two should be up next week (hopefully. There's a lot going on in my offline world) Howling Witch is still underway and I know I said I'd finish that first but I wanted to get this out and moving along. Let me know what you think of it. I appreciate all likes and reblogs and thrive on comments as they motivate me more than you could ever imagine.
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