Hey!! May I request c!purpled x reader where purpled is best friends with a witch?
contains; gender-neutral reader, platonic pairing, in game AU
There was an odd thing about Purpled and that is the fact that he wants to be known and remembered but not seen. He’d rather take to the forest and be a memory in peoples minds rather than be an active part in their lives. He was always one of secrecy
Perhaps this was why meeting you was easy. Being a witch, most of the people on the server had it out to get you and your people. Not saying that Purpled’s initial thought wasn’t that, but he did quickly realize you were probably less of a threat than he originally thought. You seemed to be more of a ally than anything
When you first met, he had wandered into your hut as you were brewing a potion. Startled by the presence of each other, your wide eyed expression was the last he saw of you before you threw a glass bottle onto the ground. A cloud of grey smoke engulfed the hut only to quickly vanish, and with the smoke, went you and your brewing stand. The only remnants of you being in his memory.
Intrigued at how quickly you just up and vanished, he went out to search for you. No matter how long and how hard that task would be, though he quickly started getting angry at how hard you were to find. It was almost like, you never existed. As if this was the worlds way of bringing him back to reality
Just as he was going to give up, somehow, you were there. Or your house specifically. Off in a clearing in the dee dark forest that no one dared to travel far, was a quaint cottage. It didn’t seem to belong, far too beautiful and peaceful to be in such a horrid forest but yet, there it was!
Approaching it carefully, Purpled kept his hand on the handle of his sword as he hesitantly knocked on the door. He was shocked, to say the least, when you actually opened the door: someone who seemed to be close to his age but was living alone in the woods with no apparent signs of outside connections.
Tilting his head to the side as he studied you briefly, he opened his mouth to say something before your table littered in glass bottles and cauldron lined wall caught his eye. The shelves filled with various potion ingredients were next and slowly, he pieced the clues together.
"You're a witch!" He said a bit too eagerly.
"And you're an alien." You replied in a less energetic tone than his though your smile mirrored his. Puprled felt youd be stuck with him for awhile, whether you’d like it or not, eventually you’d grow to like his company but thankfully, the two of you got along quite fine.
He was glad the two of you got off on the right foot. Despite having only met you a few minutes prior, he was immediately surrounded by this warm and comforting energy as he'd described it, coming from you. Perhaps it was the way your house reminded him of a safe haven or simply the fact that you reminded him of home. Whatever it was, he relished in the feeling greatly.
As Purpled started spending more time at you little hut, up until you gave him his own room because he’s start staying after sundown to which he just never left, you started to realize just how much you grew to enjoy his company. He didn’t interfere with your work all to much, often times it was just his curiosity but he never went out of his way to disturb you, which you were thankful for. At one point, he even started helping you out which put you both into a comfortable rhythm: he would help you with your work in the morning and once the sun began to set, you would help Purpled with his UFO.
Though you were skeptical of him at first, he grew on you, even becoming someone you’d consider a friend and while you’d never outwardly tell him, you would take an arrow in a heartbeat. And if some man owning a casino thinks he could trick him into joining him when he’s already had enough with the people from his past than he was going to get quite a surprise.
“Where are you going?” Purpled asked as you shoved bottles of potions into your satchel. “And why do you need strength?”
He knew you rarely ever used your splash bottles of strength. Usually harming along with your sword was enough to keep enemies at bay but for safe measures, you’d like to keep your options open.
“Just some business down in the desert, I’ll be back before dinner but feel free to eat without me.” You told him, shooting him a small smile before heading out the door.
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