Daughter of a Witch

Dreamcatcher Crafting Night

Y/n's restless nights had been following her for over a week now. She brushed off the worry when her mothers asked about her sleep, saying it was nothing. But the truth was that something dark seemed to lurk just beyond her reach, pulling her from sleep repeatedly. So tonight, when she shuffled into the living room with another yawn, she wasn't surprised to see her moms exchanging concerned glances over her tired face.

"Couldn't sleep again, sweet girl?" Agatha asked softly, her eyes filled with understanding as she wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulders.

Y/n leaned into her mother's warmth, nodding. "It's just...every time I close my eyes, it's like there's something there. Like I can't shake it off."

Rio's brow furrowed as she brushed a gentle hand along Y/n's arm. "Then we're going to help you. Together."

Agatha's eyes lit up as an idea formed. "How about a little crafting session?" she said warmly. "We'll make some dreamcatchers and fill them with some magic."

Y/n's eyes brightened with curiosity. "Dreamcatchers? I haven't made one since I was little."

"Not just any dreamcatchers," Agatha replied with a wink. "We'll add protective spells. It'll be something special, just for you."

Rio smiled and stood up, heading toward the storage closet. "I think I have the perfect materials in here," she said, gathering an assortment of hoops, threads, beads, and feathers from the shelves. The supplies, organized in neat rows, felt like they were waiting for this very night. She placed them all on the coffee table, which quickly transformed into a crafting station under the cozy glow of the living room lights.

As they started, Agatha sat beside Y/n, gently guiding her daughter's hands through the steps of creating the dreamcatcher's web. "Start with the hoop and thread," she said softly, looping the thread through the frame with expert hands. "Each knot you make is a promise of peace. Every thread connects to the next, like a spider's web. Imagine it catching anything harmful before it can reach you."

Y/n looped the thread carefully through the hoop, her brow furrowing in concentration as she tied the first knot. Agatha watched with a warm smile, occasionally reaching over to adjust a thread here or there, blessing each movement with quiet words of protection.

Rio picked up the delicate feathers and beads as they worked, adding them to the dreamcatcher with a practiced touch. She threaded in a small blue feather, tying it gently in place as she murmured, "Feathers to guide good dreams toward you, mi amor."

The rhythmic act of crafting filled Y/n with a quiet peace. Each gentle instruction from her mothers and each touch of their hands reassured her. Little by little, the feeling of safety settled into her, filling her heart with warmth.

After a moment, Rio carefully added a silver moon charm to the hoop, brushing her thumb over it before passing it to Y/n. "This will help light up the darkness," she whispered, placing it in her daughter's hand. "Just remember that nothing can reach you here. We're here to protect you."

Y/n nodded, watching Agatha reach for a tiny crystal that glowed faintly in the soft light. "And this little one," Agatha murmured, threading it into the web, "will catch anything that doesn't belong and send it right back where it came from. A little ward, just for you."

Feeling their shared care in every twist of thread and every added charm, Y/n's heart filled with gratitude. The simplicity of creating something so meaningful together was a quiet, grounding reminder that she was loved and protected.

When the dreamcatchers were finally finished, Rio held one up, inspecting it with a proud smile. "Perfect, cariño," she said, brushing a hand along Y/n's cheek. "You made something beautiful, and it'll protect you. Nothing will get through this."

Y/n smiled, admiring the intricate design of her own handiwork, guided and shaped by her mother's care. Y/n walked back upstairs to her room, and both her mothers followed after they cleaned everything up. Y/n carefully hung it above her bed, watching the delicate feathers and beads sway softly in the dim light.

After it was set, Agatha and Rio stayed close by her side, watching her settle under the covers. Y/n felt a warmth spread through her as she lay back, watching the dreamcatcher cast faint shadows on the walls. Agatha sat beside her, smoothing her hair back, her eyes warm with love. "Just close your eyes, sweet girl. Nothing will hurt you," she murmured, her voice like a lullaby.

Rio sat on the other side, taking Y/n's hand in hers, her thumb rubbing gentle circles over her knuckles. "We're right here, my love," she said, her words soft but steady. "Just let yourself rest."

Y/n's heart settled into a gentle rhythm as she closed her eyes, surrounded by the gentle presence of both her mothers. She felt Agatha's hand gently brushing through her hair as Rio leaned over to press a kiss to the top of her head, grounding her in their warmth. With each soft word of reassurance, the tension in her body finally melted away.

Gradually, Y/n's breathing evened out as sleep pulled her in. But her mothers stayed by her side, watching over her with tender patience until they drifted off. Eventually, Rio and Agatha lay on either side of Y/n, their hands intertwined across her, forming a shield of warmth and love.

The dreamcatcher above them swayed softly in the dark, casting its gentle, protective spell over the family. For the first time in weeks, Y/n's dreams were filled with nothing but light and warmth, and her heart rested, deeply and fully, in the safe haven created by her mother's love.