Homestuck x reader

The hunter (Hunter! human! Terezi x witch! reader) (a fantasy au)

(Featuring: John!)

You were so. Damn. Tired. All night, you had been up crafting potions and charms and recipes for the next day, which was today. You had to. You couldn't afford to get as much money as you had last year. You had barely been able to pay enough to appease the tax collector's demands. After you paid the taxes, you'd had to go some days without food. You couldn't stand another year of barely having enough to provide for yourself. If this year failed as well, you may have to (you hated to think about this) go to the kingdom and give yourself to a brothel. 

The Magic Market, the most important sales event for all magic users in the land. Dozens of magic users showed up every year from across the land to sell their wondrous wizardry and every year, hundreds of customers from nearly everywhere arrived to buy enchantments and remedies and talismans of every sort. All kinds of enchantments were present at the market, like alchemy (which had aided in many advancements in this age), demonic magic, divine magic (for those who wished to become better people), elemental magic, healing, fortune-telling, and even more. All were available at the Magic Market.

Also, there were events such as Magical Combat, where witches and wizards could compete in fights to win large sums of gold. And there was the Matchmaking, where the Leijon sisters, who were soothsayers who specialized in love, were visited by couples wanting to see if they were meant for each other. 

As for you, you didn't exactly apply to any of the labels. You were more akin to a pawn shop. You sold potions of healing and sickness and strength and love, you sold handmade charms of luck and protection, you sold recipes for foods that induced good dreams. You sold little bits of everything. 

As you crossed over the hill, your heavy bag slung across your back, you surveyed the marketplace. People were still setting up their stands. You sighed in relief. You weren't late, like last year. 

You lived a fair few miles away and you would've hitchhiked on a cart except for the fact that when you had tried to hitchhike, the man had kept trying to sneak his hand to your corset to feel you up. You had turned him into a ground hog and taken the horse and cart to the nearest outpost to report a missing person. You made up the story that you had found the horse and cart by the side of the road, abandoned. The man at the counter had bought it, and relieved you of them.

You found your assigned spot and set your bag on the ground. You rubbed your hands together and then held them over the space. Your palms glowed (f/c) and out of thin air, a large oaken stand appeared. You went behind the counter and opened up your bag, beginning to pull out your works. Your crystal amulets twinkled in the morning light as you laid them across the table and hung them up. You created a collection of shelves on the back wall and carefully set your potions up. The healing ones glowed gold and the sickness ones glowed green, while the strength ones glowed red and the love ones glowed hot pink. You couldn't help but admire how well you'd done on your potions and how lovely their soft lights were.

Suddenly, everything went dark. You felt something warm across your eyes.

"What the-" 

"Guess who!" said a familiar voice. You peeled the hands away from your eyes and turned to see that John Egbert was floating above your counter, grinning. He wore simple clothes; black trousers, a white shirt and a blue cloak. He was barefoot, something that he often did, seeing as he could float.

"John, you should know not to do that! Remember what happened a couple years ago?"

"But you fixed me!" he said, gesturing to his body.

Indeed, a couple years ago, John had been staying at your cottage and he had played the 'guess who' game on you while you were creating a spell. You had been so startled, you'd accidentally turned him into a chipmunk. You felt incredibly guilty and had spent all night trying to find a counterspell. He'd spent most of his time rolling around on your desk and attempting to find out how many nuts he could fit in his cheeks. He'd nearly choked himself. It was a good thing you found the counterspell when you did.