𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, greek gods imagines

━ ̥˚✧ OO3. magic wands (p!hecate)

Y/n knew that pr/ns would never be able to get the girl/guy. They were just way too far out of pr/ns league. No matter how hard pr/ns tried, pr/ns just wasn't able to get them.

Y/n, ofcourse, eventually realized that maybe getting the girl/guy was the only thing to do in life. Maybe you just had to focus on you and what was important to you, then to let everything fall into place later.

Yeah, just play it cool. Play . . . it . . . cool . . .

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You slammed your head into the wall repeatedly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" it took all your willpower to not succumb to the embarrassing memories.

You had tried to go for the girl/guy anyways and did nothing more than embarrass yourself completely and wholeheartedly. They stood there, in all their glory, while you had to keep yourself from crying.

So you turned to your most recent hyperfixation; witchcraft.

You believed that your patron goddess was Hecate, the goddess of magic herself. Then again - you only picked up this hobby about a week ago, and were relying on tiktoks and the internet to help train you.

You were by no means a successful witch of any kind.

You began cleansing a few jars to do another spell that you had found (from, naturally, tiktok) - it was a luck spell. Then the next one you would try would be a love spell. You thought that maybe the combination of the two would give you better luck at love.

Maybe I should have tried to connect to Aphrodite or Tyche . . . or both.

You shakily picked up a vial of mixed herbs and began to murmur the words the video had told you to say in what you called your 'chanting voice'. It made you feel like a real witch - though it was very different from your actual voice, so it made you feel a little less like yourself.

Halfway through the luck spell, you felt the magickal energy in the air suddenly grow. You smiled widely. Maybe you weren't such a terrible addition to the witchy community after all.

As you continued the spell, however, you heard a knock on your door. You hissed under your breath. "Shit." It must have been someone who came to report you because of the smoke.

Scratch that 'not a terrible addition' thing, you couldn't even join.

The person at the door knocked even louder. "COMING!" You yelled, quickly huffing and puffing to spread the smoke around the room so that it would not spread.

Well damn. Even if you had had any chance of a successful spell earlier, it was surely ruined now.

The knocking grew ever louder. At this point, you thought it was just rude, but didn't yell or curse at the person behind the door. Perhaps they just really didn't like the smell of incense?

You stood, somewhat shakily, and went to answer the door. Outside stood a petite woman with long, dark hair that went to her waist. It was curled, and it truly suited the greek styled dress she wore.

"May I come in?" The woman asked, despite the fact that you had never seen her before.

"Uh," You looked behind you. "I mean . . . why are you here?"

She smiled and tilted her head, as if the answer was obvious. "To help you with your magic, of course!"

You blinked repeatedly. You hadn't told anyone, not even your best friends, about the fact that you had picked up witchcraft. So how did this random lady know about it?

You slowly opened the door wider, even if all your senses told you not to. Somehow, you had a feeling that this lady could be a lot of help to you.

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She took only four minutes to unscrambled the mess you had made and set up for a luck and love spell. A completely new and different one that wasn't from some sketchy online person.

"You may be doing a spell that helps them and not you," the woman had pointed out a few moments ago. "It is always best to use the spells that are tried and true."

"How do I know that you aren't trying to trick me? You did just randomly show up at my door . . ." You trailed off.

The lady looked at you with kind eyes. "Do you really believe I would do such a thing?"

Somehow, you couldn't bring yourself to say yes. You agreed with her, and let her continue to do her work.

She handed you a lit match. You took it into your hands, marveling at the little fire that rested in your fingertips.

The woman cleared her throat and you turned back to her. She seemed powerful and wise, somehow. Perhaps it was the literally ancient styled dress, or maybe the way her hair flowed without there being even so much as a breeze in the room.

She raised her hands and motioned for you to do the same. "It's simple," she explained. "Do as I do, and say as I say. Then the spell should work perfectly."

"You sure we aren't doing some sort of satanic ritual . . ." You gulped, the woman's eyes now piercing through you. Your heartbeat fastened by the second, each of which went by without her uttering a word.

Then suddenly, a minute later. "Do you want to become successful at the craft?" You nod. "Then do as I do, and say as I say."

She moved her arms around in a circle motion, drawing a triangle in the middle of it with her other hand. She murmured words that you couldn't quite catch, but felt yourself speaking them anyway, somehow.

Perhaps it was the still burning matches and the sheer amount of incense being burned at the time, but you felt like the room, and your vision in general was becoming lighter and lighter. Until finally, the light exploded in a little bomb in front of your face, forcing your eyes shut.

When you opened them, the woman infront of you seemed just fine. Nothing about the room had changed. Nothing except your clothes.

Looking down, you found yourself in a traditional mage's outfit from the medieval times. And now, looking up, you realized that the woman had been emitting energy from her the entire time.

It didn't take you too long to put two and two together; the magickal energy had increased with she had began knocking on your door, she somehow knew perfect spells, could convince you without even putting in effort, and survived the flash of light unscathed. Her eyes were not dilated as any other normal human's would be.

"Who . . ." You finally looked her in the eyes. "Who are you?" You felt as if you already knew the answer. As if your previous witchly intuitions hadn't been so wrong after all.

"Why, I'm Hecate of course."