A world of magic awaits. Filled with deeper meaning and a world hidden behind shadows. Inside you will find the adventures and tales of many magic users. Witch (or thaumaturge if you prefer a genderneutral term) are classified into twelve types: Mag...
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Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader
Genre: Fantasy Smut
Word Count: (currently at 1.5k+)
Rating: M
Warnings: Adult Content, please be advised.
Summary: Tucked away in a small corner alley is The Magic Shop. It's a quaint store that you work at on the weekends. You've seen your fair share of 'tourists', the ones who come in just to oogle the products or joke about the potions just being for show. Most days you wish they would just buy that transformation potion and drink it, because then they'd know that this really wasn't a joke shop. Sometimes you get the 'aggressive tourists', the ones that try to bait you into using magic, but you stick to the law: Witches and Wizards are free as long as Mortals don't witness magic being performed. One weekend you notice a boy, well a man actually. His stark blond hair a harsh contrast to the darkened interior of the shop, easily recognizable as you see him come and go a few more times that same weekend, always eyeing the goods but never purchasing anything.
Teaser:
A cough from behind startles you as you stretch to place a box on the top shelf. "Do you work here?" A slightly accented voice whispers against your ear.
Pulling back, you whip around to face the man, "Yes I do." You eye him, his mouth and nose covered by a black face mask and a dark ball cap pulled down low over his eyes. Small tufts of stark blonde hair peek out at the edges, you plaster a smile on your features, "What can I help you with today?"
He reaches out and grabs you by the elbow, dragging you toward the back of the building, "I need help with-" he pauses, his eyes darting around the room, "with a product I purchased here." He looks back at you, "Is there a back room we can go into?"
"Um..." You look him up and down before deciding that you could probably take him if he tried anything. Walking to the nearest employee-only door, you show him into the employee lounge. "Now what can I help you with?"
As soon as the door closes he rips off the mask and hat, "I hate those things." Tossing them onto the nearest couch his eyes return to yours, "I bought one of those love potions," he points over his shoulder and you roll your eyes, "I was told there would be no side effects. But," his gaze roams your figure, "I keep seeing you in my dreams." His voice drops as he stalks toward you, backing you up against a wall.
Your breath catches in your throat, an overwhelming feeling of familiarity washing over you, "I- I- don't know you." You stammer, fighting your racing heart as it tries to beat its way out of your chest.
A wide, sensual smile spreads across his lips, "The name is Wang, Jackson Wang."
