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Sunshine || MistyxReader || Oneshot

Request: I was wondering if I could request a mini Misty/Reader fic where they are cuddling and it turns into a tickle fight?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 476

Warnings: None

Her untamed curls tickled the side of your nose. You pushed yourself away from her side a bit, loosening your grip on her hip. Leaving a small gap inbetween the two of you. Misty let out a faint whimper as she felt the absence of your warmth.

“Awe, baby.” You whispered as you sat up from the bed. “You know I’m right here.”

Misty flipped around, to face you. She puckered her lip outwards and she stared into your eyes. The sun light beaming through the window rested upon her tan skin. Her lithe body was fully wrapped in a large blanket. Misty’s wild locks laid splayed upon all across the pillows.

“Now don’t go giving me that look.” You said in a playful tone.

“What look ?” Misty tilted her head a bit.

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The Swamp Mud is a metaphor, her metaphor. She’s a sophisticated witch with extraordinary gifts. Hiding out as a hippie swamp rat. From humble hillbilly stocks, she’s been a witch since birth. Her power and humanity separating her from everyone around her. In fact, those around her tried endlessly to destroy her in order to mask their own evil purposes. Yet she rose from the ashes stronger than ever, more fully realized. A living testament to the greater ideals of our coven. Power, compassion, and uniqueness. We are lucky to have found her and she us.