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[dreamland-library]

Imagine asking for Daemon's help...

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Imagine asking for Daemon's help after you finally escaped from Aemond...

He lets you stay in the Underworld for the moment, but you find out that he cannot interfere since you are a mortal, and starting a war with other gods is forbidden since the Dance that nearly caused their end.

Daemon wouldn't tell you the punishment for breaking this rule, so you start thinking about how to get around it, even if the fact that the God of War and Death shows fear whenever you bring it up freaks you out a bit.

The solution comes a few weeks later, when he has to deal with your quite frankly insane attempts to get rid of the consequences of what Aemond has done to you. The process is painful and almost kills you, but there's an aftermath, a spark ignited in you that can be nurtured into great power to transform you into a goddess.

As for now, still a mortal with increased magic, you can offer Daemon something no other could. To be an instrument in starting a war and getting his revenge for all the losses Aemond and his side caused during the Dance.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

magician!reader but theyre a monster and the reason they refuse to live in the city is because the regular cityfolk want to hunt them down, despite them just chilling and wanting to buy new teas and whatnot

which also leads do less than favorable opinions of humans

or the humans having awful opinions about the few who do go out of their way to talk to them. so the protection charms are to ensure knight!kali wont be deemed a traitor and killed because of their frequent interactions

Knight!Kali: Why do you hide yourself away from the city?

Sir, I thought you weren't going to ask Magician!Reader that. I'm so sorry, he's being curious.

What kind of monster do we think Magician!Reader is?

[bookof-xreaders]

Based off of a past headcanon I did. Linked here.

The start is fluff, and everything after that is under the cut.

* They chose to fight back.

Kris wasn't controlled anymore. Whatever was controlling Kris couldn't control anyone but itself, now. Surely, this meant nothing could go wrong.

Glancing over at their team, Kris smiled as they saw Y/N, Susie, and Ralsei passionately discussing something. They didn't know what the group was talking about, but they chuckled as Y/N levitated Ralsei's glasses away from him. "Poor fluffy boy had his glasses stolen again," they thought to themself as they approached the group.

"C'mon, Y/N, give them back!!" Ralsei sputtered, desperately reaching up for his glasses.

"Y/N, you're making the air nerdier than it already is!" Susie yelled out, giggling with Y/N.

"Now you wanna see the Wacky Antics, fluffer?" They teased, making the glasses float above Susie, "Joining the Wacky Side, a little?"

Upon seeing the antics, Kris attempted to suppress their laughter, resulting in a snort. "We can't-" they giggled, "We can't keep getting away with this!"

The first reaction came from Y/N, who gained a fierce blush that quickly spread across their face. Upon realizing that their face was fully flushed, Y/N immediately tried to hide in their hands. This caused them to lose their concentration, dropping the glasses onto Susie's face.

Upon having the glasses dropped onto her face, Susie quickly tore the glasses off while muttering a quick "Keep your glasses!" as she tossed them to Ralsei. Rubbing her eyes a bit, she turned back to Y/N and poked them in the side. Once she received no reaction, she turned to Kris and stated "I think you killed 'em."

Ralsei was still cleaning his glasses when Susie made her observation, not taking note of Y/N's flustered state or the cause. He was going to pat them to make sure they were okay, but Y/N reassured the group that they were perfectly fine.

Kris chuckled, before announcing that the group needed to continue forward. Everyone followed, still lightly joking around about the incident.

It was dark, Y/N quickly noticed. To be fair, it was a Dark World. However, the darkness surrounding the group appeared to be getting darker and darker...

Ralsei tapped Y/N's shoulder, quickly snapping them out of their daze. He quietly asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Y/N answered, earning a small smile on Ralsei's face.

After this interaction, there was an odd noise. At first, Y/N thought it was nothing, but it happened again. They only realized it was real when the group began to push away from the source.

Kris quickly pushed everyone that was behind them away from the threat, drawing out their sword and shield. Susie continued moving backwards, motioning for Y/N and Ralsei to turn around and book it. Ralsei followed through, turning himself around and running ahead of Y/N. Y/N was the last to react, being yanked away by Ralsei as something swung in Kris's direction.

Upon witnessing this, Y/N quickly yanked themself away from Ralsei and bolted towards Kris. Feeling the blustery wind hit them, Y/N quickly realized that they were both locked in combat with this new entity.

Y/N followed Kris's lead, quickly defending themself to avoid harm. Kris took some damage, dodging magic while remaining so close to it. Y/N thought this was an odd strategy, but they were too busy dodging attacks to think much of it. Maybe this was one of Kris's usual tactics?

Upon watching Kris's health drop along with their body, Y/N quickly realized that this wasn't a usual tactic. They didn't know why, but something snapped inside of them while watching their friend fall.

Then everything warped in front of Y/N.

In front of them, there were four buttons: Fight, Magic, Item, Defend. Staring at the enemy in front of them, they quickly selected Magic.

Many of the spells were familiar to the young mage. Most of them were harmless. Scrolling, Y/N noticed an unlabeled spell: it had no name and no description. They selected it.

They remembered falling down. No, everything was falling down in front of them. They were screaming, along with everything else in this abyssal world.

Strings of numbers rung in their vision. It was so dark, yet so bright. Was this what freedom felt like?

Y/N couldn't find out because they were quickly woken up. Looking up, they noticed the faces of their team. All of them looked shaken up for a reason Y/N didn't know. Y/N tried to ask what had happened, but no one answered.

They still didn't know, but everyone attempted to go back to joking around. Maybe it wasn't something to worry about, if no one was worried?

[illusionsofdreaming]

Hello! Could you write a headcanon/imagine of Rosalyn mentoring a magician reader?? Thx i really love your fics!

Notes: Illu talking about magic theory as if they know what it’s all about-

Ft: Rosalyn

“You remember the basics of spellcasting don’t you? Breathe and deeply, collect it in your core…”

Breathing- you realise was the last thing you could focus on when Rosalyn’s hand rested lightly on your abdomen guiding you from behind, her breath as soft as a butterfly’s wings fanned over your ear.

As one of the top students of the Magic Tower, spellcasting was but of simple matter to you. Rather you’ve been practicing on raising your efficiency in chaining spells one after another, reducing the time cost between spells. One drawback mages often face would be the window of vulnerability they leave themselves to when they’re chanting, if you could learn to reduce that, then continuous spellcasting wouldn’t be so farfetched a dream for you. There was only one person you’ve seen capable of seamlessly weaving spells one after another in your lifetime, so obviously you would seek their advice on the matter.

You went with the expectations to be rejected - after all, not just anyone could ask for the Tower Master’s guidance, so you were surprised that not only did she recognize you she even agreed to teach you personally.

“Most spells end the moment they are born. Like creating a spark from flint for a moment of light, the initial burst of fire wanes with the lack of fuel. Some would let it die as it’s completed its purpose and then proceed to build another pyre, but perhaps there’s a simpler method.”

You understood the theory immediately. The ‘fuel’ Rosalyn was talking about was mana. The natural energy from the world mages have been taught to circulate within their bodies for magic. The logic was simple. Instead of dousing the flames and setting up anew every time, you’d just have to feed the flames to keep it alive.

Rosalyn smiled when she saw the look in your eyes, “I see you get it, why don’t we see if you can apply it.”

Which led to your current predicament. That the Archmage would offer to watch you practice personally was already an honor of the highest grade - you didn’t realise she was going to join in and mentor you directly.

“..yes, just like that.. remember this feeling..” her fingers tapped against your abdomen and you nearly lost your focus then and there. Sweat beaded against your neck as you swallowed nervously. You weren’t completely sure if the churning in your gut was due to the fact you’ve been continuously trying to cycle mana within your body for the past few minutes or the fact someone as alluring as the Tower Master was so close to your side, guiding your hands. “and keep it there even after the first spell. Ready?”

You dipped your head and focused on the target on the opposite end. You took a deep breath and released the first spell. It was a basic fire spell but you immediately felt the pull of mana being drained from you the moment the fireball formed and released. Immediately you tried to halt the drain of mana from leaving your body but it was like trying to catch a wriggling eel in waters. The collected mana was leaving fast and in a desperate attempt to keep it in, you forcibly began circulating mana back towards your center. A sharp pain tore through your body as the mana within you was torn two ways, the pain so acute it nearly made you lose focus. A sudden pressure against your stomach reorientated you as a burst of warmth collected in your core.

“Just like that. Prepare your second spell.” a voice urged you and without thinking much, you followed as instructed. The cast of the second spell was much easier than expected and this time you let the mana go, the building pressure within disappearing as your second fireball connected dead center of the target.

“I..” as the smoke cleared so did the realisation finally hit you. “I did it!” Your excitement was short-lived however as your knees buckled.

Rosalyn seemed to have expected this as she caught you before you could hit the floor, rubbing your back soothingly as you retched from the nausea that suddenly overtook you.

“That’s the drawback of continuously circulating mana without releasing it.” she said sympathetically, handing you a handkerchief when you’re done. “There’s a reason why we’re taught to cast the way we do. Our bodies aren’t meant to hold the world’s energy for an extended period of time. Actually without proper balancing and control..”

You looked up wearily, “..what would happen?”

Her smile was gentle, “Mana always seek to return to nature by any means. Many mages have been torn apart without proper experience.”

You felt the blood draining from your face upon realising you’d just brushed past death’s door without realising but startled when Rosalyn laughed.

“Why did you think I decided to tag along?” she grinned. “To let our best prospective mage die that easily would be a waste. The potential you showed today.. I’m excited to see where it’ll lead you.”

Your face warmed at the praise. As a mage, it was almost a dream come true to be acknowledged and guided by the famed Archmage known for her overwhelming talent for handling mana, who was also acknowledged by not only one but two dragons. “Thank you.”

Rosalyn seemed surprised by the genuine happiness and her eyes softened with fondness as she patted your head lightly. “You did great. With more practice the kickback from long term circulating mana gets easier to handle. For the time being, I can help with managing your mana flow until you get the hang of it. Are you ready to try again?”

Taking a breath, you straightened your back and faced the singed targets at the other end. “I’ll be under your care Master Archmage.”

Her smile was wide and filled with teeth. “That’s the spirit.”

She moved to stand behind you once again, the steady pressure of her mana pressed against your stomach, a guarding presence to protect you. Her breath tickled your neck.

“-and none of that Master stuff. Call me Rosalyn.”

[javelon]

Enemy Unknown

You sighed, eyes traveling over the items you were using for your tracking spell. It looked like everything was there that the spell required. Then why..?

"You need a break, meine Liebe. "

The sudden voice caused you to jump before turning away from your desk to your door and to the concerned doctor standing there.

"What am I doing wrong, Hen? Why isn't this spell working? It's always worked before."

Henrik frowned and looked over at your desk.

"I'm afraid I know nothing about magic. There is little I could do to assist you here." He walked over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, "I do know about keeping a body healthy. And right now you are not doing vhat's necessary to keep your body functioning vell. You vill not being doing Chase any good if you vork yourself to zhe point you pass out. Anti and Jackie are out looking for him too. It's not like we're abandoning zhe search."

You balked at Henrik's suggestion, "I can't, Henrik. Not while Chase is still missing. It's been days! He's probably hurt or, or lost, or...." You trailed off, not wanting to continue. Henrik knew what was left unsaid. It was a fear they all had but no one wished to say outloud. To say it would make it more real, more possible that Chase.... "What point is there in having magic if I can't use it to find a missing family member?"

Henrik's thumb rubbing against your cheek brought your attention to the tears making their way down your face. You looked up at his face, taking in the sight of the liquid pooling in his own eyes, "Oh Y/N..." He pulled you into a tight hug, one that you gratefully accepted, holding onto the doctor like he was your port in this storm. Judging from how he clung to you, he seemed to need that hug just as much as you did. Emotions had been running high in the house since Chase hadn't come home from his shopping trip almost two weeks ago. And those emotions came crashing down on you both now as you wept in each others arms.

Later after you both had calmed down, Henrik managed to coax you to at least come get some food. It was while you were eating the sandwich he made for you that Marvin abruptly popped in front of you two.

"Jackie needs help!" He gasped out, holding up his hand to show you guys the glowing amulet. He had made an identical one for Jackie to use when he was in trouble, both amulets lighting up when he grabs it. You and Henrik shot to your feet, the doctor grabbing your arm while you grabbed Marvin's hand. Soon as Marvin saw you were both holding on you felt the familiar warm tug of teleportation magic focus through the amulet, following the connection to its twin.

When your senses cleared from popping into existence at the new location, your brain couldn't make sense of the scene before you. Jackie was currently on his back barely holding off someone in a hoodie who was hell bent on stabbing him with an odd looking dagger. 

"Jackie!" You cried, using your magic to fling the stranger away a few feet.

Marvin and Henrik scrambled to Jackie's side to check on the hero as you stood with your magic at the ready should the stranger charge at you guys. Jackie was a superhero and he had the speed and strength to prove it. That this stranger was able to pin Jackie down was nothing short of terrifying, especially when you had no idea what else this person was capable of.

"Jackie, are you alright??" Henrik asked, hands fluttering over Jackie in search of wounds. 

Jackie shook his head frantically, scooting back away from the stranger. "I...I can't. I can't fight him! I can't hurt him!" The hero's anguished cries confused you.

Then the stranger stood up from where you had flung him away, his hood slipping off to reveal his face. Your jaw dropped and you felt your magic sputter away due to your shock, "Chase?!" 

"What??" Marvin's and Henrik's heads shot up, their mouths falling open when they saw him.

All this time you all had been searching high and low for Chase only for him to come to you. But something was horribly wrong. Other than trying to stab Jackie, Chase now had wispy blue glowing eyes and the skin you could see was unnaturally white. In his hand he grasped a dagger made of some dark metal, with a skull on the hilt that had glowing blue eyes just like Chase's.

"Move mage. You are not the one my master wanted dead."

From behind you someone gasped as your own eyes bulged in shock, chills running down your spine. His voice...Chase's voice was all wrong. It echoed as if he was speaking from far away through a tunnel instead of just a few feet away out in the open. In all your years you had never come across anyone that sounded like that. Not even the supernatural creatures you and Marvin interacted with often. A soul deep fear gripped you, your primitive instincts telling you to run. This creature was dangerous you needed to flee!

Only sheer willpower kept you standing where you were though you could feel small tremors in your hands. "Chase! Oh god what happened to you?!" Marvin came to stand next to you, disbelief in his eyes and voice.

Chase's cold glowing eyes narrowed, "I am not this Chase you all keep insisting I am. And I do not have time for trivial questions. Step aside before I am forced to make you."

Marvin shuddered beside you, making you wonder if he felt the instinct to flee too. Your eyes went to the dagger in Chase's hand again. Maybe that was the source of this? Faint yet very dark magic emanated from it. Cursed no doubt. You had to get it away from him. You took a step forward, forcing yourself to stay when those eyes immediately flicked to you. "Chase please! We know it's you! We would know you anywhere!" You pleaded with him.

Those horrible eyes remained cold and unfamiliar, not even a hint of recognition in them, "I warned you."

Before you had a chance to react, Chase lifted his arm up, tendrils of shadowy magic arching from his hand and wrapping around your neck. A screech of pain tore from your lips, the tendrils burning into your skin. You felt the tendrils jerk back, your body flying through the air to land with a thud in front of Chase. Cries of "Y/N!" vaguely drifted to your ears as you scrambled to right yourself. You couldn't hold back your own cry of fear when you looked up and saw Chase's impassive gaze staring down at you, dagger glinting in the light as it swung towards you. Rapidly pulling on your magic to protect yourself you threw up yours arms just as you heard and felt a burst of static. You looked up just in time to see a blur tackle Chase from the side.

"̡Wh͠a̛t t͞he͢ ́f́u͡ck̶ ąr҉e͟ y̸ou d͢oi͜n̨g͜,͘ ̛Ch͝ase̷?!́" Anti's voice shrieked.

Scrabbling to your feet, you watched Anti wrestle Chase to the ground. Anti had the element of surprise on his side but as you watched you could see how the glitch was struggling to grapple Chase. Not even Anti was strong enough to hold down Chase?! Even worse you could see the dagger now laying in the grass next to you and yet Chase remained unchanged. Marvin must have had the same idea though as you saw him rapidly pick it up when he, Henrik, and Jackie ran to your side, banishing the dagger away only to look dismayed as he watched Chase and Anti still trying to grapple each other.

"́Ẃha͜t̕ th͜e ̶he͝ll is ̶w͡ro͠ng̀ ͠w͝i͠th you?!͢ We'͡r͠e͡ ͝your ̷family, ̨C̕h̡as̀e!̵ ͡A̢r҉e͏ ͝yo̡u se̛ŕi̸o͡usly go͞ing ҉ţo͟ ̧f͏u̡cki̡ng͏ k̛ill͠ ͟us̶?!" Anti snarled though you could hear the fear under his anger.

For the first time, Chase seemed to falter momentarily before he was growling right back at Anti. Marvin gasped beside you and stepped forward, "What about your kids Chase?? Little Sammy and Gray! What would they say?" 

Again Chase froze, this time blinking then clutching at his head, "No...master said..."

Anti was thrown off when Chase snarled and a mini blast of dark magic erupted from him. "You cannot distract me from my master's mission!" Chase growled as he faced you all.

Marvin turned his head to you and Jackie, "Help Anti hold Chase down. I have an idea!"

You both nodded and Jackie leapt forward to Anti's side. The two of them tackled the younger ego to the ground. You pulled your magic forth, focusing on using it to weigh Chase's limbs down. Several long minutes passed as you three struggled to hold Chase still while not hurting him. Tears blurred your sight despite how you desperately tried to blink them away. You couldn't afford to cry now. You had to stay focused or else you would lose the tight grip on your magic that you needed to help the others. Taking a deep shuddering breath you bit your lip as you concentrated on strengthening your magic's hold on the snarling, raging creature that Chase had become. 

Marvin had been working on his own spell and when Chase was finally held relatively still he stepped in front of Chase. "You have to remember us, Chase! Please!" Marvin placed his glowing hands on Chase's temples, his eyes glowing with the same magic. The second Chase and Marvin locked eyes they froze in place. It was disconcerting to see the two become still as statues, only their hands twitched occasionally. Anti and Jackie looked quickly back and forth between their two brothers, obviously very worried. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Henrik stepping forward, "Is...is zhat supposed to happen?"

You chewed on your lip, "I-I don't know. I don't know what spell he used."

Suddenly Marvin let out a blood curling scream, startling everyone but Chase. His hands had tightened to fists but they remained on Chase's head, his glowing eyes still locked on his brother's. You could see blood start to trickle down Marvin's wrists. Henrik jumped forward, "Marvin?! Stop Marvin! Let go!" The doctor tried to pull Marvin's hands away but it was like they were permanently stuck. Marvin's screams of anguish continued, making you want to cover your ears, your heart echoing Marvin's screams. What was happening?! 

Abruptly Chase fell like a puppet that had his strings cut, only Anti and Jackie keeping him from hitting the ground. Marvin jerked away and fell to his knees, scrambling blindly before vomiting, shoulders heaving with violent sobs. You immediately released your magic and ran to Marvin's side, kneeling next to Henrik who was rubbing circles on Marvin's back.

"Marvin! Are you alright?!" 

Marvin shook his head rapidly, pausing in his sobs to vomit up more. His arms trembled and finally gave out. Henrik was quick to grab him and hold him upright.

"Ma..Marv?" 

Marvin froze. You looked over at Anti and Jackie and saw them holding a trembling Chase. His glowing eyes were still there but now they were filled with a sorrow and agony that chilled you. For a moment Marvin and Chase just looked at each other but when Chase reached a shaking hand outwards, Marvin threw himself at Chase, wrapping his arms tightly around Chase as he started sobbing again, repeatedly whispering "I'm sorry!" inbetween sobs. Chase shook in the magician's hold, echoy sobs coming from him. You looked up at the others hoping for some sort of clue what was going on but they looked just as lost as you were.

It took a long time for Marvin and Chase to pull away from each other. Chase kept his head firmly down, refusing to do more than glance up for a moment but you could hear him sniff occasionally. Marvin kept his own head down when he was asked what happened with the spell.

He glanced at Chase then down at his fists, "I...I saw..." Marvin shuddered, "I showed Chase memories of us. Of his kids. And that spell unlocked the memories buried in him since..." He took a deep breath, "Since Chase...disappeared. And I saw..." Here Marvin starred crying again. Chase shrinked into himself as best he could and Anti wrapped an arm around him. You and Henrik each grabbed one of Marvin's hands when you saw blood well up under his finger nails again, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand as he struggled through his words. You were taken aback when Marvin looked up into your eyes and you saw the grief in his own eyes, "Y/N....Chase...he's been turned into a death knight."

You dropped Marvin's hand in shock and backed away a step. "What??" Your voice cracked. That couldn't be possible! "But...how?"

When Marvin shook his head you cried, "Marvin, how?! Who is even strong enough..??"

You were vaguely aware of Chase burying himself further against Anti, the glitch running his hand up and down Chase's arm, whispering concerns over how cold Chase was. You tried to get a grip on your emotions, you didn't want to scare Chase away now that you guys finally had him back. But if what Marvin said was true...

"I didn't see who turned him. Only heard their voice." Marvin whispered.

"Wait you saw him get turned?" Your heart shattered when Marvin nodded. Now you understood why Marvin had reacted so poorly after breaking away from the spell.

"Turned? Marvin what are you talking about?" Jackie shifted from foot to foot, looking from Chase to Marvin and back. 

"I...I've only...read about death knights....they're..." You trailed off as the horror of what Marvin said truly hit you.

"They're undead soldiers of necromancers. Usually commanders as their....violent deaths make them stronger than the average undead. The...more violent the death...the stronger the death knight." Chase spoke up softly.

Grief and horror warred on the others' faces when they realized what Chase was saying. "How...strong are you, Chase?" Jackie whispered. 

Chase and Marvin both flinched, "I-I was told I'm 2nd strongest death knight the necromancer created."

Silence descended on the group before Anti let out an enraged scream and glitched out of sight.

"Anti!" You called after him despite knowing he was gone.

"I'll go after him. You guys take care of Chase." Jackie said before taking to the air. But not before you saw the tears creating rivers down his face.

"I'm sorry." Chase rasped out, curling in on himself.

You, Marvin, and Henrik were immediately at his side, wrapping him up in a group hug.

"No no don't apologize, Chase! Zhis isn't your fault! It's going to be ok. We're here. It's ok." 

Chase looked up with the most heartbroken look you'd ever seen, "How is this ok, Hen? I'm a monster."

"You are not a monster! I don't know who did this to you or how but they are the monster not you." Marvin was quick to interject, his voice angry. He tightened his grasp on Chase, "It doesn't matter right now. A problem for another day. C'mon let's get you home where you belong."

Chase nodded and tucked himself into Henrik's side as you and Marvin worked together to create a portal home. On the other side the rest of the family greeted Chase with excitement then grief when they learned what happened to him. But they made sure he still felt loved and accepted. Robbie was even thrilled to have another undead family member. 

Later that night you slipped into Marvin's room and sat next to the weeping magician. He immediately buried his head in your shoulder.

"How could someone do that to him, Y/N?" Marvin rasped out, "He's already been through so much! The way that fucking bastard killed him!!"

You rocked Marvin gently when his sobs renewed, at a loss for words. There were no comforting phrases in any language that would ease Marvin's grief, having witnessed the horrible things done to Chase. 

When he calmed down again his eyes started glowing as he growled, "That necromancer will pay for this. I will find him and make him suffer the way he made Chase suffer!" 

You weren't surprised by the magician's rage as you felt a desire for vengeance as well. But you knew it would do more harm than good if you let that rage blind you. You pulled back to look Marvin in the eye, "Just don't go hunting him down without us. I know when Jackie and Anti get back they'll be itching to find this bastard. And I know I want a piece of him too. But for now we just need to be there for Chase and try to help him adjust. Promise me you won't go alone, Marvin."

Marvin gave you a firm nod, "I promise."

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Oof this was a hard one to write. But I told some that I was going to do it so here it is. Also for those who haven't seen a death knight I've added a gif so you can see what Chase's eyes looked like along with a video clip to give you an idea of what death knights sound like. Thank you @clanwarrior-tumbly for helping me figure out the plot!

[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine being a world-famous illusionist with genuine magical power currently touring in Central City, where you meet a starstruck Cisco after foiling a robbery with your "stage" magic.

Your heart was racing with excitement as you faced off with the robber, still in your stage clothes after your show. “Didn’t expect me back yet, hmm?” you hummed, tipping your top hat. “Don’t you know it’s rude to sneak into someone’s dressing room without permission?”

He ran for you. You threw down a handful of smoke pellets from a hidden pocket in your sleeve and he tackled the air. “That’s no way to say hello, is it?” your voice was tinted with amusement as you leaned against the wall, now behind him and across the room from where you had been previously. You pulled out a deck of cards from another pocket and began to shuffle them absently, watching as he floundered to understand what had happened.

“You know, someone ought to teach the two of you some manners,” you continued, folding the cards into elaborate patterns as you moved them from one hand to another.

“Shut up, freak!” he snapped, his fist cracking across your chin before you could think to duck. You saw stars and suddenly he was grabbing your arms, forcing you to drop the cards. You rolled your eyes and let him manhandle you, listening to his muttered threats as he tied your hands. He stood back and you arched a brow dubiously, rolling your jaw to ease the pain.

“If you think tying me up is going to do anything, you clearly haven’t heard of Harry Houdini.” With a snap of your fingers, the ropes disappeared from your wrists and reappeared around his.

“What the hell-”

“Normally you’re supposed to clap but I’ll let this one slide,” your lips quirked into an amused smirk as he struggled. “That’s what you get for trying to steal from a magician, my criminal friend.” You tipped your top hat as he swore at you and gave a deep bow. You had always been the showman, perhaps too much for your own good.

You grinned as wide as Cheshire cat when a team showed up to take him away until you noticed a younger man with long hair staring at you off to one side. You arched a brow and stepped towards him. “You don’t look like your usual cop,” you observed.

His cheeks flushed pink as if he hadn’t actually planned on talking to you, “Oh, I’m, uh, my friend works forensics and he said they got a call about you and I, uh, I-”

You dipped your head and gave a mock bow, “Always a pleasure to meet a fan that isn’t trying to rob me. [f/n] [l/n], at your service.”

He took your hand and shook it, eyes twinkling with excitement, “Cisco Ramon from Star Labs. I’ve been following your career. Your illusion work is incredible. Some say you’ve even got real magic.”

Your practiced smile didn’t falter. You were a showman- you knew how to take the rumours in stride. “Of course I do. Would you like me to introduce you to Harry Potter or perhaps Gandalf?”

You decided you liked the way Cisco sounded when he laughed. “Would you like to come to my show tomorrow night, Cisco Ramon from Star Labs?” you offered suddenly. “I’ve decided that there’s something more to you than meets the eye. As a magician, I am obligated to find out what.” You flashed a wink and produced a pair of tickets seemingly from nowhere. “Feel free to bring your friend in forensics if you want to see what real magic looks like.”

His grin was answer enough to your question.

Gif Credit: Magic / Showtime

[dreamland-library]

Imagine Aemond holding you captive...

Imagine Aemond holding you captive after he crashed your seance, killed most people in your circle, and took you against your will, right in the middle of the bloody scene he caused.

And if all those crimes weren't enough, he kept you for his amusement for months, or maybe it's years now. He keeps you drugged and weakened, lusting for him despite you trying your best to fight it off each day.

You lose all hope and prepare to end it all when the drug starts to lose its effect, and you start to feel your powers emerging again.

Putting up a facade of starting to develop feelings for him, you wait for the opportunity when Aemond's guard is down, and you finally escape from his grasp, but you know he'll come after you, so you go to the only one this dreadful God of Conflict and Misery fears. Death.

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So like there was this one theory going on in the ut fandom that the humans stealing the monsters away in the underground were magicians (which i firmly believe cause otherwhise how would that be possible??) , So if that's okay could i request Kris with a gn magician human s/o? And like, they're pretty skilled with their magic but mostly use it to pull harmless pranks or getting out of dangarous situations. Just curious to see how would they react!

I think that might be canon, or just really accepted at this point. This request sounds fun, so I hope you like the result!

If anyone wants to request a fic, or make a fic, I wouldn't be opposed!

Kris x Human!Magician!Reader

At first they were surprised. Their searches for learning magic only resulted in dumb sleight of hand stuff, but you can actually use magic... and you're a human! How do you manage??

If you didn't use your magic for a long time, they wouldn't be entirely surprised. Kris didn't understand how magic worked for humans, but they knew that monsters needed to regularly practice their magic so it wouldn't fail. They also knew that magic capabilities grew with age, which is why their mom baked pies with her magic.

If you regularly used magic, Kris would only witness you using it for harmless pranks. Knowing how your magic combined with your personality instantly enamored them, making them wonder if your magic truly reflected who you were.

Once they knew you long enough, they basically asked "can you teach me magic? 👉👈". It was a long process, but they levitated their bird cage!

After your short lesson, you two began training your magic by doing harmless pranks. Susie also began to join you in your pranks, and tried to learn magic with Kris. It didn't fully work, since humans and monsters are different, but she managed to levitate a pencil!

The only time they saw you use magic was when you were in a Dark World. That was the only time they saw a Darkner soul dodge magic... They don't like thinking about it.