𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃! (Hunter x GN!Reader)

SHE'S A FOOL AND DON'T I KNOW IT?

REVISED 9/9/24

Nights like these aren't uncommon in the Boiling Isles.

The stinging, almost acidic-like rain pouring down on your skin. It's not a pleasant feeling. All of the witches of the Boiling Isles know wiser than to go out during these harsh nights.

Of course, I'm a fool.

The door opens and the bell rings, alerting the shop keeper. The man behind the counter takes a look towards the door with an expression of confusion.

I step over, taking one glance at him. I stare at him for a few mere seconds before walking over to a nearby shelf.

"Oi, what are you doing out here during night? It's raining. You can get serious burns going out there without cover," the shopkeeper speaks.

I gaze upwards towards the shelves, quickly scanning each and every one before grabbing a few bottles of elixir and walk towards the counter, placing it down.

He looks down at the elixirs, then back up at me. He stares. His stare feels as if it's piercing through my soul, despite the black mask covering my face.

"Alright then, just the elixirs. It'll cost you 30 snails," the man hums.

Reaching into my cloak and taking out my satchel, I take out the required amount of snails and hand it to him. The man hands me back the elixirs and I swiftly put them within the satchel and then back into the cloak, away from sight.

The man looks for a few more moments.

"Aren't you that wild witch?" He asks.

I've been recognized more times than I can count -- being someone like me means you're bound for trouble.

I walk towards the door, glance back, and give him a nod. I open the door and move my gloved finger in a circular motion. A barrier appears above, shielding me from the boiling rain. I begin heading down the woods towards home.

My life is simple, well, for me. Others might beg to differ. I wouldn't blame them.

Being a wild witch isn't all that easy. Running away from coven scouts can be a little draining. To think I owe my current status just because I didn't want to stick to a coven. 

I'm glad I didn't. Curfews, sticking to one magic type, strict rules, conforming to this world's standards? That's not my kind of thing.

The Emperor enforced this rule, however. If I could guess, I'd say it's because he fear the witches. If anyone got too powerful, they could overthrow him. Apparently wild magic is dangerous if left unchecked or untamed.

So I went against the system, and ever since then, I gained a lifetime of resisting and running.

But I got used to it.

Nobody should have to get used to it.

The path down the woods ends as I reach the vicinity of my home. I head over to the door and knock.

A familiar screech fills my ears and I sigh, anticipating for what's to come next.

"Hi! How was your little walk?" The voice says as a large tube descends downwards and arrives at my side.

"Uneventful. Anything happen while I was gone?" I ask as Hooty swings the door open and followed me inside as I stop the barrier above my head and remove my cloak and satchel, taking out the elixirs.