hocus pocus.

i put a spell on you, and now you're m i n e . you'd better stop the things you do, i tell you, i ain't LYING. you know i can't s t a n d it, you're runnin' around, you know better DADDY. i can't stand 'cause you put me down. i put a s p e l l on you and now you're MINE. you know i l o v e y o u, love you, love you, i love you anyhow.

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childofwulf:

‘ no, i’m twenty-two, ’ she answers indignantly, a scowl taking its place on her features. ‘ what does it mean ? i’ve heard it said a few times, but no one ever wants to tell me what it means. ’ des scoots somewhat closer, though, still hoping he’ll take mercy and scratch her back. ‘ i don’t know what salem is. but being burnt at the stake does not sound like fun. ’ her chest puffs up, which might be intimidating if it weren’t for her petite stature. ‘ i am very much a werewolf, thanks. wanna see me phase ? ’ eyes flash amber and she prepares to shift.

“and i’m twenty-eight. what’s your fucking point?” usually, atticus is much more mild-mannered than this. he’s not inherently rude to people he doesn’t know but after spending nearly two days trapped in a warehouse all tied up with a bunch of hunters torturing him, he wasn’t really in the mood for small talk. he watches the smaller girl scoot closer to him, his gaze weary as he scoots away. “salem’s a town in massachusetts, it’s the home of the salem witch trials.” letting out a sigh, he held up a hand as her eyes went amber and shook his head. “stop it. i don’t wanna see. i believe you.”

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childofwulf:

‘ i don’t know what ‘fucking’ means, but i’m not a dog, ’ she huffs, obviously unhappy with the comparison. ‘ are you a ‘fucking’ - ’ she sniffs the air, disappointed when she only smells magic. ‘ i don’t know what to compare you to. i was hoping you were a vampire so i could call you a leech, or a bat, but i don’t know much about witches. either way, it’s mean to call me a dog. i’m a werewolf. ’

“it’s an adjective, are you five?” atticus clicks his tongue, wiping the edge of his mouth slightly. he’s obviously annoyed with the small girl, narrowing his eyes at her. “witches don’t really have horrible reputations- unless you count being burnt at the stake back in salem and all over america and europe. that’s the way the cookie crumbles. --- don’t seem like much of a werewolf.”

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childofwulf:

‘ hey, hey, i really need your help with something, ’ the pup whines, squirming in distress. ‘ there’s a REALLY BAD itch right in the middle of my back, and i can’t reach it !! can you please get it ?? ’

‘ are you a fucking DOG OR something? ’ atticus asked with a smirk, spitting the blood from his mouth as he dusted off the dirt from his jeans. 

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imessage to ????

MICAH: do you want out or not?

ATTICUS: ugh fine

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imessage to ????

MICAH: i'll get you out.

ATTICUS: ok but what about my woman

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imessage to ????

Kennedy: you're not?

Atticus: I'M KIDNAPPED

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imessage to ????

MICAH: shall i come fetch you?

MICAH: you just have to let go of all that negativity...

ATTICUS: are you gonna get me out or everyone out??

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imessage to ????

Kennedy: I mean okay but I can't just walk in

Kennedy: it might be a bit strange for your partner.

Atticus: DO YOU THINK I'M HAVING SEX

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MICAH: that's not all i care about

MICAH: where are you?

ATTICUS: that's a lie but i don't care right now

ATTICUS: i have no clue

ATTICUS: it's dark and i'm tied up but it looks like a warehouse or smth

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imessage to ????

MICAH: i'll pass

MICAH: but that gives me an idea...

MICAH: fitz isn't stuck with you lot, right?

ATTICUS: no

ATTICUS: that's all you care about

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imessage to ????

MICAH: no

ATTICUS: fuck you

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imessage to ????

ATTICUS: so

ATTICUS: i'm pretty sure i'm getting rope burn???

ATTICUS: it'd be great if someone could come save me

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areumffs:

“cotton eyed joe isn’t fine music, babe. pretty sure everyone but you thinks it needs to be burned from existence. classical ?? it could’ve been worse, at least.” her cheeks burn brightly at the action, her hands falling from his clothing as she grins. “pretty sure one of those people who want you gone is a friend, so whoops ??” she pauses, stepping even closer. “unless you like, super fuck up, you’ve always got me. on your side, i mean.”

“it’s a catchy song! haters, all of you.” he watches as her cheeks grow pink, a small smile gracing his features. “who’s your friend? i’ll fight them. i’ll fight for you.” his breath hitches in his throat as the girl steps closer and he moves a hand towards the base of her neck, letting his thumb run along her jaw. “you’ve got a death wish,” he mumbled before leaning down and pressing a kiss against her lips.

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areumffs:

she’s more AMUSED more than anything, and her fingers fix his suit up unprompted, gaze flicking from them to his face. “you were trying to get the place pumping, even if you did almost die from it.” it’s said with a grin, her head shaking side to side. “you’re ridiculous you know that ?? i kind of like having you around, believe it or not, so i’d appreciate it if you don’t get yourself six feet under tonight.”

his gaze FLICKERS down to areum’s small hands fixing up his suit and he can’t help but smile fondly. nobody really noticed stuff like that- it was comforting in the nicest way possible. “well, i just think nobody can really appreciate fine music when it’s played. plus, she asked me to play classical music? is this the 1800′s? hard pass.” at the confession of her actually enjoying being around him, atticus perked up slightly and he instinctively brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “i mean, no promises since i’m a pretty wanted man but...i’ll try my best.”

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areumffs:

her eyes sweep the ballroom, champagne in hand. her free hand smooths down her dress every few seconds       she can’t help it. areum wouldn’t admit it on her death bed, but she was NERVOUS. there were two reasons       one being she hated ROOMS, which yeah, makes no sense, she knows. being stuck in one room all night long with a bunch of different types of people, some who would want to kill her ?? doesn’t exactly sound like a good party, but she’s willing to go with it. secondly ?? a date is something she hadn’t been on a LONG TIME, more so because well       she’s never been the best at courting, but she’s willing to give it a try. so she’s waiting to get atticus       or uh, waiting for him to get kicked out at this point, if him getting yelled at by other people at the dj booth is anything to go by. instead, she drowns her glass, before making eye contact with the person closest. “you look like you’re having a good time !!”

truly, atticus was appalled that nobody was bowing down nor APPLAUDING his insanely amazing music choices as dj. in all honesty, he wasn’t ever really good at parties- that much had been evident at the halloween party. this was a bit different --- he was trying to impress areum and probably looking more STUPID than anything. climbing down from the dj booth, the male let out a little sigh, until he found his date once again. “HEY! uh, i mean, i was until some short blonde threatened me. are you okay? enjoying yourself? i’m being a shitty date.”

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micahjpg:

“well, it doesn’t matter to me.” he smiled, knowing he was getting on the witch’s last nerve. it was like training a dog not to bight. “it only matters if you want to keep them alive.” it was an empty threat. lucifer wouldn’t waste his time like that, but he needed to set the tone for atticus.

“are you seriously threatening to kill my friends? why? they haven’t done anything to you.” atticus could feel his anger rising. “if you want my help keeping micah alive, you’re not gonna do anything to them.”