Oneshot stories| FireWeaver

Bewitched AU | Part I

references: medieval era, Spain inspired fictional country, fictional kingdom of Lastratis, nobility x humble bard, curse or is it?, third person perspective.

Featuring present and future characters: Miguel O'Hara, Gavin Stacy, Esmerelda Costello, House O'Hara, Duchy Costello, House Stacy, and other cameos.

If the song isn't available it is Bewitched by Laufey, which inspired this entire short. Swipe to the image for a concept art that took me three days to draw❤️ have fun lovelies.

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𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗.

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎...

There was a just a spider...

And a boy...

who fell for a girl...

And they called him,

— – - 🕸️⚜️вєωιтɕнєԃ⚜️🕸️- – —

The quaint town of Santa Sol was louder than the babbling river next to it, filled with your average tourists and merchants by day, and even more lesser fellows at night.

The lanterns lining the street glowed a gentle honey onto the flooded street. Laughter breached the night air as dancers formed a circle in the town square, heels tapping and bangles jingling. Daughters rejoiced, sons cheered and a harvest festival wrought jubilee. It was truly a wondrous occasion for any newcomer to watch as costumed performers walked on stilts through the streets while musicians sang their merry tale.

For one such visitor by the name Esmerelda, nothing could be more wondrous than the faerie lights. She looked up at those enchanting honey orbs, its light piercing through cloth and revealing a pair of extravagant green eyes. Cat like curiosity shaped by dark lashes, those eyes seemed to cut through light itself. She quickly drew her hood further down, shielded from the light once again.

She shifted like sand through the crowd, two shadows moving with her towards a more congested part of the street. She looked up when a certain shoulder refused to budge for her, biting her lip as she caught sight of the tightening crowd. Standing on her toes, she managed to look above shoulders just in time to hear a sharp shout among the music. The men in front of her stepped back as another landed on the ground by their feet.

His clothes were of reds and greens, noblemen robes. Though his face was adorned by the finest sneer one could set eyes upon. She followed his gaze to a burly man, his weathered clothes drenched down the middle. His eyes were dark. Esme could just barely make out the tavern sign behind him, but the stench of alcohol was clue enough.