Maybe it’s just me but I feel like redesigns that are done
for fun or as some kind of personal challenge with no malice attached are
always better than redesigns done for “woke” points or because the artist hated
the original design.
Summary: The world doesn’t know about all the dark things that live in it. Your boyfriend, Bucky, is included in that sheltered populace. You hide your secret from him and it eats away at you daily, but you don’t want to lose him. You’re a witch; a leader of a large coven, at that.
Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky x Witch!Reader
Warnings: Language (as always), NSFW, 18+, Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this, ya dumbos)
Word Count: ~4,218
A/N: Second in the Monster!Bucky series. May or may not write more depending on the reception.
“Alright, everyone. That’s enough for now. The sun’s coming up,” you said, standing up and stretching in your spot at the front of the room.
The young witches and wizards groaned around you, griping about how they didn’t want to go to bed.
“Please, Miss (Y/L/N)? Just a little while longer?” one of your students asked. His name was Avery and he was inquisitive but polite. His friend, Gabrielle, nodded her head eagerly in agreement with Avery’s sentiment, eyes pleading silently with you.
“We’ll continue tomorrow, I promise. Your potions need time to mature, anyway,” you said as gently as you could. With a wave of your wand you sent a few messages out to the other adult witches and wizards who helped you keep your students in check. “The full moon will make them even more powerful than normal, so it’ll be the perfect time to finish them,” you explained.
You see, you were the leader of a coven of witches and you took in any and all abandoned young people with the gift, teaching them how to control their powers so that they could one day leave your sanctuary and live out in the world.
Of course, not all wanted to leave once they came of age and were competent with their powers. Many chose to stay on and help tutor the younger generations, and your operation had grown so big you knew you needed their help.
To the outside world, you were Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), matron of St. Joseph’s Orphanage in New York City. You used your powers to ensure your coven stayed under the radar, a strategy which has been working for a very, very long time.
Your pupils muttered their displeasure, but eventually began filing out one by one, ushered to their rooms by the staff.
You were in the middle of packing up your books and potion supplies when your friend Anne popped her head in the door.
“He’s here, (Y/N),” she said cheekily, lopsided grin on her face.