A very belated birthday gift for my dear friend @kuresoto, who requested Witch Rey/Demon Kylo! Read it on AO3 here.
“Blood of Hestia, Elf leaf, lamb mint, scaldhead,” Rey muttered to herself, running her finger down the intricate page. It was an ancient spell book, though new to her. It was a treasure she could not and would not share with anyone.
She was brewing a tea for one of her dearest friends, Rose, who was expecting her first baby in the spring. Finn was already a proud and doting dad, and fussed over Rose every day. He had offered to trade anything with Rey for the tea, but she refused, insisting that it was the least she could do.
The tea smelled amazing as it simmered on the stove, and Rey wiped her brow. Absentmindedly paging through the spell book, both her eye and finger were drawn to a mysterious, untitled spell. One of the book’s previous owners had added her own annotations to it, along with a warning.
“Do not use in close proximity to a religious institution or iconography. Beware the witch hunters.”
Rey sighed and said a blessing for the dead, knowing far too many of her foremothers and sisters had died for the secrets she held in her own hands now. History had come a long way, with Rey able to communicate via Instagram and Tumblr with witches all across the globe, though she still chose to live in a small village and build her close-knit chosen family wisely. She tried to put the mystery spell out of her mind, but her eye continued to be drawn to the various symbols on the page, symbols she did not recognize.
Before she knew it, it seemed as though her lips were moving of their own accord, chanting an incantation in a language she did not know.
Her small kitchen became altogether too warm, even though it was storming outside. Flames flickered and danced before her; her heavy blanket slipped down from her shoulders while her hair dampened with sweat.
A man appeared before her. He wore thick black high-waisted pants, though his well-built, muscular chest was bare. He had thick, dark hair, and plush pink lips, altogether too tempting. His eyes were dark and shadowed, adding to his allure.
Rey found herself speechless for a moment. “Who are you?” she asked, drawing backward in her chair.
“I am Kylo Ren,” he replied. “You have summoned me.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Rey answered, still stunned. “What are you?” she asked, afraid she already knew the answer.
“I am a demon servant,” he answered, his words bolstered by his devilish smile.
“What do you mean by servant?” Rey asked once more, still unsure of what she had done.
“I live to serve your every wish,” the altogether too handsome demon in front of her said with a flourish and a wink. He knelt before her, still appearing entirely human, and looked her directly in the eye.
Gazing into his eyes, Rey knew she was lost.
(Blood of Hestia - chamomile; Elf leaf - lavender; Lamb mint - spearmint; Scaldhead - blackberry)
