Male reader x missy (editing cos I'm dumb:))

Witch finders

The doctor kicks missy's chair harshly making her jot up and spill her drink.

The doctor gestures to the hallway before you could protest. Missy shoots a glare at the doctor but her face softens as she looks as you.

"Becka wasn't kidding. These are hard times for women. If we're not being drowned, we're being patronised to death. Becka's bedroom. In here, quick." The doctor drags you in. You hit your head against the door.

"Fuck!" You shout. She just smiles.

"Sorry" she mutters before looking away. You cat catch her stifle a laugh.

"We are going to help them though, right, Doc? I mean, otherwise this place won't exist by the morning. Not now those two have hit it off. I don't know who's more barking." Graham spoke.

You flipped through a copy of King James' Daemonologie by beckas bedside laughing and rolling your eyes as you read the words.

"A dozen hankies. That's a lot." The doctor places a hand on yours to stop you reading and waves the hankicheifs in your face.

"Well if I was her I would Cry myself to sleep too" you roll your eyes flinging yourself on savages bed.

She chuckles slightly before facing Graham. "Don't worry, Graham. We're staying here and sorting it, even if I am just a woman."

"Where's missy?" You muttered looking around the room she pokes her head from the bathroom door applying lipstick of course.

"Well doctor to be fair to King James, you are snooping." You remove yourself from the bed to missy who is sniffing the contents of a small bottle and passing it to the doctor.

"I'm investigating." You roll your eyes as the doctor exclaims.

"Hey y/n! You missed a bit under the bed." Ryan spoke as he pulls a woodsman's axe out from under the bed.

Missy takes the axe swinging it nearly taking the doctors head as she did. "Now it gets interesting!"

"This Becka is seriously paranoid, man." Ryan mutters.

"Yeah paranoid!" You state.

Yaz bursts in, missy swings the axe that hits the door frame inches from yazs face. "Christ missy! Anyway I've been creeping round this place looking for you. I found that girl Willa at her granny's grave doing some kind of ritual, and the next thing I know, this big kind of mud tendril thing attacked her."

"Mud tendril?"
"Ritual?" You ask.

She looks at the doctor. "Coming up out of the ground. I had to smash it to pieces. Got it all over me." You roll your eyes.

"Just the one mud tendril? How big? And when you say ritual, do you mean like a spell? Like she conjured it up?" You say as the doctor scans her.

"She was scared of it. Whatever it was, it wasn't friendly." Yaz exclaims.

"Just seems to be like good, old-fashioned Lancashire mud. Here's the plan. You, me and missy need to check out that mud and talk to Willa. You three, stick with Becka and King James. Keep them here. Make sure they don't kill anyone else." Oh great their playing with rituals and you get to stick with a paranoid murder and the king.

"King James?" Yaz speaks being out of the picture.

"It's a long story. I'll explain on the way. Remember, no more witch hunts." She smiles taking yazs hand in her own. You smirked as Yaz tensed up before pulling the doctor out. Missy gives you a smile and a peck on the lips before heading out to.

"So king James?" You gesture to the door with your face reddening.

You three made your way back to king James. "This is Alfonso, my personal guardian. He guards my witchfinding tools with his life." James explained gesturing to Alfonso who places a small wooden chest on a table and opens it.

"Time is against us if we are to get to the village and hunt down the witches from their hiding." Savage speaks.

You open your mouth to protest but Ryan speaks up. "No. No, we're fine. I bet you have all the best kit, Your Majesty."

"I have a great many artefacts. Torture implements, charms, and a wide selection of body parts." He gives a not so secret wink to Ryan who looks at you all calling for help.

The King takes out a black hat. "Here. It belonged to my first Witchfinder General, Scottie, who saved my life in Berwick. Then later betrayed me, so I had him shot." He passes you the hat And put your finger through the hole in the hat. Well great. Well now you know not to fuck up.

"I'm sure you will serve me better. You may wear the hat." He geastures. You sigh before placing the hat on your head it was rather itchy.

"You can trust us. sire." Graham speaks.

"I can trust no one. That is why I need all these. To ward off evil spirits." James pins a metal brooch with a light blue stone in the centre to Ryan's jacket.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you" you cough at Ryan's red face as he prances around avoiding the kings touch. "What's this?" He spoke picking up other objects from the box.

"Careful. That's my pricker." He spoke closing into Ryan again. "Essential for inspections. A true witch will not bleed if her mark is pricked. Madam, do you have a one of these?" James spoke gesturing to becka who had been very quiet since the arrival of the king which you were very thankful for.

"No, sire." She muttered.

"You may use this. It's my spare." He places it in her hand before trying to leave the room. Ah shit.

"Ryan, do something." You muttered.

"But, er, there's still some really, really fascinating... body parts in here that you could tell us about." You burst out laughing.

"Yes, perhaps later." James looks at you as you sniffle your laugh.

You bring yourself together. "Well before we depart, we should make a list of all the, villagers, and names of suspects, background info. It's all in the preparation." You spoke.

"Well, there is no need. I know everything about this place and my people." She smirked leaving  the room.

"And I know everything about Satan. Together, we will find where he is hiding and cut him out. By nightfall, every last witch in this village shall be destroyed" you rushed after them as they left.