Susceptible | DenNor AU

Lukas.

My name is Lukas. I never knew my last name because neighbors never cared and my mother died very early in my life. Tragic, yes. My heart hurts every day and I wish I could feel her touch at least one more time. But that isn't what my story is about. I am Lukas. Lukas, the witch. How does that work? I do not know. My mother simply told me so. She told me I'll grow up fine being a male witch, she also told me I'll be safe because men weren't typically accused. I don't remember much from my past, but I do remember that. I have a little brother, Emil. He's adorable, I wish you could see him. Cutest little thing ever, beautiful violet blue eyes just like mine. Everything about him reminds me of mother. Especially the way he screams...

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I woke up and yawned, seeing my brother sitting in the bathroom trying to shave again. The last few times he did so, he cut up his chin pretty badly. I watched in amusement before as I was waiting for he began crying and ran over to me.

"Hey, L-Lukas I'm bleeding!" He cried out, grabbing my arm and blubbering. I chuckled, pulling the blankets away from myself and walking over to the closet, grabbing the first aid.

"When will you let me teach you?" I asked, pulling out some unlabeled gel I knew was for cleaning his cuts.

"I'm old enough to do it myself!" He protested, crossing his arms and glaring. He was only three years younger than me. I'm 19, he is 16.

"You'll be old enough when you stop chopping off your chin, now stay still." I said, putting the gel over his cut. He winced.

"It hurts, why can't you just put a bandaid on it and leave it alone?" He asked, smacking my hand away.

"Oh, do you want an infection?" I asked, trying hard to sound sarcastic.

"Maybe I do." He said, sticking out his tongue. I reached quickly and pinched his tongue hard, making him whine. "Stop it you ass."

"Timeout, Emil. Go sit on the bed."

"What, why? I'm too old!" He yelled, heading to the bed anyway. I shook my head, grabbing a bandaid and a candy I kept hidden in the kit.

"If you'll let me help, I'll give you this." I said, waving the poorly wrapped candy in front of his face.

"Fine. Put on the stupid bandaid." He said quietly, holding out his hand for the candy. I chuckled and placed it in his hand.

"You're quite silly." I whispered, putting the bandaid over his chin. "It's not like you have much to shave, anyway." He nodded a little in agreement.

"I just want you to stop treating me like a baby."

"When you stop acting like one, I will."

"I don't-" There was a short, loud knock at the door.

"Hush up." I demanded, glaring. He nodded, looking at me. We don't usually get visitors, and the ones we do get don't knock like angry madmen.

"Luke, I'm scared." He whispered, and the person knocked again. I held his hand tightly, mouthing 'It'll be okay' to him. I stood up, inching towards the door. I grabbed my knife from my altar, a small area that didn't look like much other than a mess.

"Lukas." Emil whispered fairly loud, pointing. I looked to the door where he was pointing. Just at the crack between the floor and the door, something slid under it. As I was distracted by what was a rock, a man kicked the door in.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I almost yelled, holding the knife out to them. It was a man. Quite rough looking man, too. He grinned, looking directly at me.

"Hello, fairy boy. We've received an order from the castle..." He looked around the house simply, not taking a step further nor back. He glanced at Emil, "We must check your house. You have been accused of witchcraft."

"But he's a guy! And my brother!" Emil shrieked from the bed, running at me.

"Emil, stay back!" I yelled, lowering my knife and turning to glare at him. Emil stopped, almost falling into me. He looked up at me with obvious fear in his eyes.

"It'll be okay, we'll let him look around and then we're back to normal." Emil bit his lip, trying not to cry out. The man shoved past me, looking down at my altar. He saw it was different.

"What's this fancy table for, eh kid?" He asked, pointing at my brother. My eyes widened slightly.

"It's where he keeps his medicine." He said weakly, tapping his chin. "He fixes me up a lot." The man shook his head, grumbling.

"What'd ya do?"

"I was shaving." Emil said weakly, his eyes trailing the man.

"Trying to shave? Why don't you get your brother to help? Is he too busy with magic?"

"That is enough." I growled, and Emil shook his head no.

"Figures you'd try to stuck up for your big brother. You've got nobody else in this pathetic town." The man said, spinning around to face us. "Don't you know I was the man who executed your mom?"

"You bastard!" Emil screeched, and I pulled him back. "Let me go! Let me go!" He kicked at me, crying.

"Emil stop!" I hissed, tearing up a little.

"Seeing how your mom was a witch and how you act like her, I'm sure you're a witch." The man stated simply, grinning again.

"That's not enough evidence!" He cried, holding onto my arm.

"He's right you idiot." I growled, glaring at this man. I don't even want to know his name. I'll address him as idiot and no less than that.

"But you're not in charge, boy. I am." He said with a smirk. "I make the rules. Come with me you dirty witch."

"Stop!" Emil screamed, kicking me away and attacking the man weakly. Emil was crying a lot, smacking him. The man easily pushed him off and picked me up, hauling me over his shoulder and winding me. He walked out our front door, letting the world see me in all of my pajama clad glory.

"Here's a new one, a witch!" He yelled, grinning. The small crowd booed as more civilians gathered around.

"A witch!" A few chanted back, pumping their fists and spitting and sneering at me. He dropped me on the ground, the air being knocked out of me again.

"L-let me... Please..." I asked, searching for the first closest person. "My... Brother..."

The last thing I heard before I passed out was my brother's piercing scream.