i LOVE your writing, you're so talented!! can i request a leo valdez x reader pirate au? leo is a pirate, reader's a witch he has his eye on for some time and it's slow burn and steamy and really magical overall lmao sorry i get too carried away (also sub whimpery leo pretty please)
oh my GOD i love these kinds of requests, let’s go right ahead
content warnings! there is smut at the end of this, containing a desperate leo, who very much gets off on his witch’s pleasure
The bell above the door rings and I don’t even turn around. “Sorry, we’re closed right now, come back tomorrow.”
There’s a pause, during which I assume whoever walked in had left. I jump out of my skin when there is a voice instead. “…Isn’t that bad for business when your shop is on the docks?”
I whirl around, magic singing at my fingertips like a reflex, eyes wide and glaring. Somehow, the voice matches the person; he’s short-ish, curly, very dark brown hair, tanned in a way that you only get from being on the sea almost every day. He’s got a loose shirt, billowy as a cliche, almost cinched at the waist with a belt laden with… general sailor crap, I guess.
His eyes are as wide as mine, and clearly the pause lasts a little too long for him to be comfortable. He clears his throat. “I was told there was a sea witch here?”
“That depends.” I hide my hands behind my back and straighten up behind the counter. “Who told you that?”
The guy slowly closes the door behind him, quieting the noise from the docks to a low hum. “You know that saying ‘that depends’ is always a ‘yes’?”
I roll my eyes and shrug, relaxing and leaning my forearms on the top of the counter, loose sleeves grey and dull against the dark wood. “Do you only talk in questions?”
He opens his mouth and promptly closes it. I smirk and I can see the way his cheeks go pink even in my shadowy shop and his tanned skin. Clearing his throat, he steps forward, a hand held out.
“Leo Valdez, first mate and engineer for the Argo II.”
My fingers curl around his, ringed and decorated against his rough, bare hand. “I’d say a pleasure, but it’s more a confusion. The Argo II? Really?”
“Hey, it’s my ship, I’ll call it what I want,” Leo frowns, and our hands break apart. “And I know it’s already been hours since I walked in-“
“Three minutes,” I correct him.
“-but do you think I could grab a couple protection charms before I reach my time limit and my captain gives me a verbal lashing worth ten physical ones?”
My eyes narrow. “How many is ‘a couple’?”
Leo does some mental mathematics, then counts on his fingers. “…five.”
“Five?” I run my hand over my head, barely brushing my bandana. “…fine, but payment first.”
His hands go to his belt, beginning to rifle through the pouches and pockets. “Oh, yeah, how much?”
With a cough, I rap my knuckles against the counter surface. “Not monetary, First Mate Valdez.” Yes, the capitalisation is verbalised. “I want a secret.”
He freezes, and slowly retracts his searching fingers. “You want a secret?”
I reach behind me towards the boxed shelves against the wall, and a beautiful curled seashell jumps into my hand. It’s a creamy-pink, and my rings clink softly against the surface as my fingers fit neatly into the grooves of the curl.
“A secret.” I set the shell down and look at him expectantly. “Better be quick for your captain and all.”
Clearly, this takes a minute for Leo to process, the whir of clockwork thoughts almost audible in the subdued atmosphere of my shop. I wait patiently; it’s on his head if he wants to take his time, I guess.
A minute goes by before he appears to reboot. Shaking his head a little, he exhales and braces his hands on the counter. “Okay, okay, a secret, huh? Okay… sometimes I make up problems in the underneath of the boat so I can go be by myself, and none of the others know because I can use complicated language that only the captain understands.”
The silvery thread of his words spins invisibly from his lips, something thin and delicate but reasonably strong. It’s a pretty big secret for Leo; not something I’m particularly impressed by, but maybe he just doesn’t have many secrets.
The secret fills the seashell neatly. I kiss my thumb and swipe it over the shell opening, sealing the secret. Leo looks baffled and intrigued, but has the sense not to ask, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet as I tuck the seashell back onto the shelf behind me.
“Five protection charms…” I mutter to myself, the wooden floor creaking under my feet as I search the shop. There’s no way I have five matching ones, so I end up with a mismatched collection of seaglass against misfortune, weather abnormalities, two for favourable winds and one for aiming true with a blade.
I dangle them in front of Leo’s face, each one strung on a leather cord, and explain which is which. “Good enough?”
“Good enough.” He grabs the charms with a bright smile and brighter eyes. “Thanks, witch!” And he bolts.
Damn, guess that captain of his is serious.
/// /// ///
I barely spare Leo a thought until a few weeks later when he bursts through the door and making me jump out of my skin again. He’s soaked, head to toe, dripping onto my floor, and somehow steaming.
“…Can I help you?” I raise an eyebrow as he pants, raking wet curls out of his face.
“You got something for not being the unlucky motherfucker that got squid-ed?”
I blink. A smirk twitches at my lips. “I’m sorry, ‘squid-ed’?”
“Squid-ed.” Leo takes a breath and grabs a piece of seaglass from around his neck. “I got squid-ed. Tentacled. Non-consensually ejected from my own ship by a multi-legged bitch with a beak.” He drops the protection charm on the counter, where it becomes evident it’s split in two. “Anything to help with that?”
There’s a beat before I’m able to swallow my laugh. “Okay, first of all, stop dripping on my floor.” I brush my hand out like I’m sweeping dust, and the puddle that’s accumulated at his feet creeps back out the door like a scolded child.
Leo watches with abject fascination until I clear my throat. “Oh, oh, yeah-” And the steam around him intensifies, clouds of warmth seemingly produced from him until he’s almost completely dry. I shoo the steam out the crack of a window, a chill facade masking wonder at what the hell just happened.
“Now that’s sorted,” I clap my hands, rings clinking. “You’ll need something specifically against aberrations or something that dulls your aura enough that monsters won’t be able to detect you.”
Leo sucks in air through his teeth. “Sounds expensive.”
“But worth it.” I’ve already turned around, searching my shelves for what I need. “I’m guessing you got stuck with the charm for true aim, right?”
“Yeah,” Leo sighs, his eyes darting over the contents of the shop for apparently the first time. Well, it’s only the second time he’s been here, I guess. “I was late so I got stuck with the useless one.”
I shoot him a stern look over my shoulder as I pull and snip a length of copper wire. “Word of advice? Don’t disparage a witch’s spells in front of her, especially when she’s currently making you a new one. And anyway, the glass split, so the charm did its job.”
He makes an absentminded sound and I watch as he pokes at a jar of coral. I snort in amusement as the coral snaps at him with needle teeth against the glass. Leo shakes his head again, pretending to casually saunter back to the counter. “Yeah, once. I had to throw my sword into the squid’s beak ‘cause it was going to eat me so I wanted to piss it off.”
“And you’re still here, so my magic did its job,” I point out, setting copper wire, pink sea glass, six wooden beads and a bottle of lily oil. “It only had one use because that’s all I had last time you were here.”
Leo frowns at my materials, but it’s a look of curiosity, of looking for a solution he can’t quite solve. After a moment or two, he looks up at me. “Payment first? I got some good secrets.”
“Payment first,” I agree, but hold up a hand as he opens his mouth. “But I don’t want a secret. I want to know how you dried yourself off.”
“…but I had a secret prepared.”
Leo shifts his weight from foot to foot, and I grin at his discomfort. “Clearly, but I don’t care about that. Tell me how you did it, and I’ll make you a strong aberration deterrent.”
I think I can see the scales being weighed in his head - I’ve only met him twice, and he’s had more thought processes in a sum of ten minutes than most people have in a day.
“Percy could probably save me… but I really don’t want to be squid-ed again,” he mutters, fingers drumming against the counter before his hand lands flat. “Okay, deal.”
I gesture with my hand, as if to say ‘you have the floor’. Leo lifts his hand and his fingers spark, sputter smoke, and light. A controlled flame, barely enough for candlelight, flickers at his fingertips.
My eyes widen, glancing between him and the almost playful fire dancing and throwing light onto my shop walls. Slowly, I reach under the counter and grab a small jar, setting it down. I hold out my hand, barely an inch away from his. “May I?”
Leo raises his eyebrows but nods. Carefully, like I’m handling something delicate and breakable, I take the flame from him and gently place it in the jar. I replace the lid on the jar and the flame dims, wiggles, and brightens again like it just realised it can breath just fine.
“Perfect,” I whisper, setting the jar off to the side. Leo watches the whole thing, his lips pressed together like he’s physically holding his questions in his mouth.
There’s an odd kind of calm that descends over the shop, a bubble of magic that focuses me as I weave Leo’s aberration protection. I douse my hands in oil of lily, and thread the beads around the sea glass in the centre with the copper wire, green strings of my magic tightening the knots and the loops and stabilising the sea glass into a proper, durable talisman.
At the quiet snap of my fingers, Leo passes me his broken protection charm, setting it in my outstretched palm. I separate the broken glass from the leather cord and string the cord into the talisman to make a necklace.
I know he can’t see it, but the talisman glows with a soft but steady green-pink light, and I hold it out with a smile and sense of satisfaction.
Leo accepts the necklace with something like reverance, and slips it over his head, tucking it under his shirt. “…no more getting squid-ed?”
I laugh and nod, leaning on the counter with my elbows. “No more getting squid-ed, while you have it on.”
He nods in satisfaction, glances briefly at his flame in the jar, and heads for the door. “My appreciation, witch, is all yours.”
“And the pleasure,” I wink. “Is mine too.”
Leo missteps at my wink and manages to miss the door handle. His flustered exit is soundtracked by my cackle.
/// /// ///
It’s a whole year before I see Leo again. The oddly charming, easily flustered first mate of the Argo II fades to the background of my life as I deal with familiar clients, gain new ones and lose a few old ones.
His flame still glows happily in its jar on my shelf, flickering and dancing within its confines to some invisible music. It’s through this that I know Leo is okay- the flame is linked to him, it used to be a part of him, so it has a connection. Whether or not he knows this, I have no idea, but he’s hardly unique in this; I have many jars containing a tiny link to people, a little something so I know who is nearer.
And… maybe it’s a reminder that there is a world beyond my shop.
I know that, of course, but being a witch of Amphitrite can have some stigma attached to it around the docks. Sticking to my four walls is safe, people come to me if they know me and need me, and I don’t do much beyond that.
It’s late when there’s a knock on my door, past dusk, past even the night fishers heading out for the evening.
“Come back tomorrow,” I call out, sat in the middle of my shop on the floor with a notebook and pencil.
“But I haven’t seen you in so long,” comes the voice, and it takes me a minute to place it as the voice speaks again. “I don’t want anything, can I come in?”
“…Leo?”
The door creaks open, and he peeks inside. His hair is longer - obviously it is, it’s been a year - but his eyes are exactly the same. Wide, curious, filled with more questions than the universe is equipped to answer.
“Hey, witch.”
I expect to bristle at the term, so often used in fear or anger or anxious reverence. Instead, his mouth wraps around the syllables with something like affection.
After a moment, I beckon him to come in. He does so, and promptly sits on the floor with me. “What are we doing?”
I smirk a little at the ‘we’. “I’m taking stock.”
Leo cocks his head, leaning over to look at my notebook page. “…from the floor?”
“From the floor.” I nod, resuming my stock-taking. My eyes go over my shelves, letting the contents speak; which ones need more, which ones can wait, which ones are sure they will be used soon so I should get more just in case.
Leo is quiet, just watching me as I make notes in my book. His hands reach into his pouches at his belt, seemingly unconsciously, and fiddles with whatever he finds.
After a while, I pause my note-taking, looking over. “…Why are you here?”
He doesn’t seem surprised by the question, and his lips pull into a soft but real smile. “I missed you.”
Not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. “You… missed me?”
Leo nods, spinning a thin, short wooden dowel in his fingers. “Yep. I missed you, so when we docked, I came over. That okay?”
Warmth pulses in my chest, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. There’s a long quiet, or at least it feels long, before I find the words to respond.
“Yeah, that’s… that’s okay.”
Leo stays until I’m done, quiet and occupying his busy hands with anything in reach. When I’m finished, he helps me stand up and asks me if I need anything, then gives me a small, honest smile before leaving.
I’m left with a strange longing in my chest and a coolness in the spot he was sitting. He missed me.
Hm.
/// /// ///
This time, it’s only two days before Leo is back. This time, he has a wrapped box in his hands and a skip in his step.
My eyes narrow as he waltzes through my door. “Can I help you?”
“Yes.” He sets the box down on the counter with a flourish. “I have fruits that need to be eaten and a need to spend time with my favourite witch.”
My confused silence clearly makes him nervous, and his bravado cracks somewhat. “…is that, like… okay? Is it weird, did I make it weird? It’s Piper’s idea, blame her-“
I laugh as Leo starts rambling, holding up a hand to stop him. “No, no, it’s not weird- well, it is, a bit, but I like it. No one has ever brought me a box of fruit.”
Nor wanted to spend time with me without wanting something.
Leo relaxes, sighing in relief as he runs a hand through his hair. “Thank fuck, I was gonna have to throw myself to the Kraken otherwise.”
“Drastic, and fortunately unnecessary,” I reassure him, pulling at the knot of the fabric surrounding the box to undo it. The wrap falls open, a sweet scent bursting from the box and curling around me like a hug. “…Wow.”
We end up behind the shop, where I actually live. It’s small, contained, but Leo fits neatly into the space like a piece of my puzzle. The fruit covers my dining table once it’s unboxed, and we eat with our hands, fingers sticky with juice. He tries to roast a blueberry and I almost fall off my chair laughing at the face he pulls when he eats it.
The sun has set by the time the fruit is gone, our voices softer and a little tired but persisting anyway.
Leo’s eyes meet mine, warm and brown and happy. “You know I like you, right?”
My heart does a funny little thing in my chest. “Yeah, I know.”
The lull is thick but not uncomfortable. Leo taps his fingers and opens his mouth again. “I can wait. I waited a year to see you again, I can wait some more.”
“Wait for what?” My voice is quiet, curious, a little hesitant.
He shrugs, standing up and picking up the empty fruit box, putting the fabric wrap inside it. “For you to like me too.”
His lips meet my forehead and he leaves, the bell above my shop door echoing his departure. I stay sat for a while, my magic humming in my veins like it knows something I don’t, and wonder if I’ll have to wait another year to see him again.
/// /// ///
I only have to wait a month. Then I only have to wait a week and a half, and then suddenly I’m seeing Leo every few days. Sometimes he asks me for spells, a charm for someone or other, but mostly he just… talks to me. He asks about the magic, the spells, the components and what they mean. I explain his talisman, replace one of the wooden beads that has cracked, and I ask him about his ship in return.
Once he comes with a blonde, grey eyes that sing with intelligence. She doesn’t introduce herself, Leo simply stares at her, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
I feel a little like she’s scrutinising, opening me up with surgical precision and examining what she sees. Apparently, I pass whatever exam she had in her head, and she gives Leo a nod before turning and leaving without a word.
Leo beams, hops up on my counter and launches into a spiel about recent repairs he’d made on the Argo II.
He doesn’t say he likes me again, but I’d have to be utterly ignorant to not see the way he looks at me, the way his flame in a jar on my shelves glows a little brighter whenever he comes in, the way he looks like a puppy with a treat when I thank him or tell him he did a good job.
He fixes shelves and sands down my counter, and when I say I can do it myself, he simply winks and replies, “I know, but those hands should focus on magic. I like helping you, chica, please let me.”
Slowly, he becomes a part of my shop. Regulars know him, and Leo knows where everything is on my shelves, even anticipating some of the more common components I need and gathering them for me.
Leo becomes a part of my magic.
/// /// ///
The knock on my door feels like someone is hammering directly on my head. My magic, always a little more volatile when I’m annoyed or exhausted, buzzes like a wasp under my skin.
“What?” I snap at whoever is outside, honestly harsher than I’d meant to but I don’t have the energy to take it back.
Leo’s head peeks inside cautiously as he opens the door a few inches. “…You don’t sound happy.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not,” I gripe, rubbing my temples with my fingers to try and alleviate the throbbing behind my eyes. Leo slips inside and pads over, and I don’t even have to see him to know the look of concern across his face.
“Anything I can help with?” He offers. “Gathering something? Assisting in murder? Do you need a hug?”
All three propositions are said in an equally earnest tone that brings a tiny smile to my lips. “Thanks, Leo, I’m just pissed off - some twat wants ten infatuation charms and no matter how many times I told him I don’t do that, he kept pushing and said they better be done by the end of the week or he’ll throw me into the sea.”
Leo’s eyes widen in alarm. “That sounds really very not good.”
“I can deal with him,” I shrug, rubbing the heel of my palm into one of my eyes. “Bit pointless throwing a sea witch into the sea, but he can try. I’m more inclined to go warn everyone in the village that there’s a creep wanting love spells.”
“Still,” Leo frowns, leaning on the counter and gently pulling my hand away from my eye. “He shouldn’t have threatened you. How about a hug, then we go cause some murder?”
I laugh, tired but real. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
Leo grins and makes his way around the counter to be on my side, not hesitating to wrap me up in his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth soaking into me. My arms loop around his waist, and the tension in my body loosens just a little.
“I’m sorry that guy was a dick,” he mumbles into my hair, lips brushing my temple. “My witch doesn’t deserve to be threatened.”
“I can take him,” I murmur, eyes closed as I bury my nose into his shirt, the smell of the sea perpetually clinging to the material. I pull back, looking at him with a tired smirk. “You don’t get to fuck with a witch and just leave.”
His arms squeeze me tighter for a second, his grin directed full power at me. “That’s my girl.” And he kisses me on the cheek.
We both freeze.
For four, long, agonising seconds, nothing happens. Then Leo opens his mouth.
“I didn’t mean to do that, I swear, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it- well, no, I did mean it, definitely meant it, but I didn’t mean to actually do it- I mean, I kinda did, ‘cause I like you a lot and I think I might love you- shit, I didn’t meant to say that-”
“Leo.”
His jabbering mouth snaps shut and he looks very much like he’s trying not to set his cheeks on fire from how red they are. I make him wait another four seconds, just because I can, then… “Do it again.”
Leo makes a noise of confusion, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not grin like an idiot. “You heard me. Do it again.”
Slowly, cautiously, like he’s approaching a feral animal, Leo leans in and gently kisses my cheek again. He barely moves away, his lips hovering over my skin so close I can feel his shallow breaths. “Again.”
It feels like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop but wants to make the most of the situation while it’s still in the air. He kisses my cheek again, a little closer to my lips. “Again.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, barely a touch of his lips to mine, and I swear I can feel his heart trying to escape his chest.
“Again.”
He hesitates, big brown eyes looking into mine like he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating. I quirk my eyebrow. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
And just like that, Leo surges forward to capture me in a kiss. His hands fly from my back to my cheeks, slightly shaky as he cups my face. The kiss is hot, meltingly so, and Leo becomes breathless immediately as he presses kiss after kiss like he wants to memorise the shape of my mouth.
My hands grip at his sides, fingers curling into his shirt as I keep him close, my tongue swiping at the seam of his lips and earning myself a tiny whimper as Leo lets me deepen the kiss.
“Oh my gods,” he mumbles into the kiss, the words coloured in disbelief and tentative excitement. “I’m kissing you- you’re letting me kiss you, oh my gods, thank you-”
I laugh into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip to get him to whimper again, the sound crawling under my ribs and curling up next to my heart. “You’re thanking me?”
“Yes.” He says it like it’s obvious, of course he’d thank me, why wouldn’t he? “It’s a gift.” Another deep, longing kiss. “Should always be grateful for gifts.”
“Gods, you’re so cute,” I breathe, my hands running up from his waist into his hair. Leo honest-to-gods wobbles on his knees, a single compliment enough to have him wavering with what little composure he has.
“Don’t do that,” he whispers, kissing me again like he’ll forget how to breathe if he stops. “Don’t do that because then I’ll have to get on my knees and I don’t know if you’d be okay with that.”
Oh, that just sounds like an invitation. A wicked grin spreads across my face and I tug lightly at his curls. “Aww, but you’d look so good on your knees for me.”
“Fuck-” Leo inhales sharply, visibly shuddering. “Is that what you want? I can do that, shit, I’ll do anything you want, please, just let me taste you.”
His begging simmers hot and heavy in my stomach. I slip a hand down from his hair to the back of his neck, and gently push.
Leo, eyes wide and kiss-swollen lips parted, goes down beautifully easy. His knees land with a soft thud on the wooden floor, his hands reaching out to tangle in my loose, layered skirt. I was right - he looks so fucking good on his knees.
“Go on,” I murmur after a moment of him just looking at me like he’s not sure I’m real. “You wanted to taste me, right?”
He nods so quickly I’m briefly worried he’ll give himself whiplash. Trembling but still dexterous hands undo my belt and pull down my skirt, his breath audibly catching. My shirt falls over my hips like it did it on purpose, and Leo actually whines as the fabric obscures his view.
“No, come back-”
It’s impossible to stifle my laugh as he paws at my thighs, pushing the edge of the shirt up to my stomach with trembling hands. Leo pouts up at me, but his sulking lasts maybe two seconds before he drags his nose over the tops of my thighs. “Gods, you smell so good.”
The first touch of his lips between my legs is soft, barely a kiss, but it sends a shiver up my spine and a ripple through my magic. With gentle hands, he coaxes my thighs further apart and I lean back against the counter, bracing my hands against the edge with a steadying breath.
The second touch is firmer, a little more confident. Leo grips at my thighs, fingers dimpling the flesh as he presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to my folds. The soft noise I let out is lost under the wanton groan that Leo makes, like he’s been looking for something for forever and has finally, finally been allowed to find it.
There’s no more hesitation, Leo burying his face in my pussy with reckless abandon. Each moan vibrates through my entire body, his tongue hot and eager as it laps up the mess already weeping from me. His hands squeeze at my thighs, like he’s physically holding himself back from digging his fingers in to ground himself as he gets utterly lost in my taste.
One of my hands remains gripping the edge of the counter, but the other finds a new home amongst his curls, tangling in the strands. Each accidental tug earns a muffled moan until they’re no longer accidental, and I pull his mouth to exactly where I want it to be.
He doesn’t resist, following my lead. His lips wrap around my clit and suck, and he visibly shivers when the action pulls a sharp gasp from my chest. He does it again and again until I forcibly pull him off, redirecting him a little lower. I can feel my release glowing hot and bright in my stomach, my breathing shortening as my heart pounds and stutters in my chest.
“Leo,” I moan, and he opens his eyes to look up at me. Words vacate my head as our gazes meet, my mind going blank at the shiny glaze of his eyes, his pink cheeks pressed to the insides of my thighs.
My restraint breaks as the sweet boy whimpers against my pussy. Head thrown back, my fingers grip his hair painfully tight as I come on his tongue, a breathy cry pulled forcefully from my lips. Leo whines, licking up every drop of release, drinking it down until my legs are shaking and I have to push him away to be able to breathe. My magic shimmers around me like waves of heat, distorting the air above my skin with a silvery shine.
He sits back on his heels, panting, his lower face glistening, and I watch with aroused fascination as a droplet rolls down his neck. The smile on his face is almost pure despite the debauchery that inspired it, and his hands lay still on his lap. My shaky hand cards through his hair and if he could purr like a cat, he would.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. Leo shifts on his knees, swallowing, a hint of nerves in his voice as he speaks. “Did I- Was it- good?”
“Yeah, sweet boy,” I huff a laugh, hand leaving his hair to cup his chin, thumb stroking over his jaw affectionately. “That was… yeah, you did a really good job.”
He melts, leaning into my hand as his body sags in relief. “Oh, thank the gods, I think I would have cried if you’d said anything else.”
I laugh again, gently lifting his chin up until he takes the hint and stands up on wobbly knees. Leo grabs onto the counter either side of me, slightly shaky, and he rests his forehead against mine. “Did I help, lovely witch of mine?”
“You did.” My hands loop around his waist, pulling him closer until his front is flush with mine. A short hiss escapes his lips and I raise an eyebrow. “…you okay, sweetheart?”
Leo has been blushing this entire time, but he’s never been more red than the moment after I asked that tiny question. “I-I’m fine, just…” He shifts a little and damp fabric brushes again my lower stomach.
My eyes widen, heat and delight curling in my gut as I look down, then back up. “Did you-?”
“I really, really liked eating you out,” he confesses, quiet and shy. I cup his face with both hands this time, pulling him into a messy, fierce kiss, moaning as I taste myself on his tongue. He makes a noise of surprise before sinking into it, his arms weaving around my waist.
I break the kiss, giggling as he tries to chase my lips with a needy whine. “Oh, I’m keeping you.”
Leo closes his eyes and grins nuzzling into my cheek. “My captain might have something to say about that.”
“Nah,” I whisper, shaking my head with a mirrored grin. “I’m a witch, honey, I can do whatever I want.”
“…can you do me?”
this is over 5k words, it’s a monster, I was gonna make it longer but i wanted to get it out to you so much! if you read all the way through, well done, you get a seashell charm from the witch’s shop, but remember the price…
