𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈

D. Weekes - Witch Hunters

!! yoooo, daddy long legs tho !!

also, please suggest a plot for twenty øne piløts- it's been lonely w/o them here :>

takes place around 1700's 

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"Where did you last see her?" You asked the grieving mother as you sat down next to her. She sobs, wiping a tear as she did. "Near the woods. Please, find my daughter."

You smiled faintly, holding her hand. "We'll do whatever we can do, Ma'am." You turned to your partner, but he wasn't there standing behind you anymore. You mentally groaned and turned your attention back to the woman, "I want you to rest and we'll look for her as soon as the first light shows up."

"Thank you, young woman." She smiled and patted your hand before standing up, leaving the small room. As she closed the door, you groaned, standing up on your two feet. "Dallon," She grunted, climbing out the window.

"And then I said,-" Dallon's sentence was cut off when you jumped on his back, making him fall over. The two ladies giggled and waved at him, walking away from the chaotic scene. "What the fuck, Y/n?" Dallon groaned as you sat on his stomach.

He struggled under your grip and you slapped his forehead. "We're supposed to be hunting witches, not hunting women." You glared at him as he rubbed the swelling part. "But aren't witches women as well?" He wittily asked, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, standing above him. You stretched out your hand for him to grab, "Get up, Weekes. We leave first thing in the morning." He grabbed your hand, helping him up. "That early? I was planing to have fun with the ladies."

You punched his jaw. "Shut up, Dallon."

- - -

You yawned as you opened the door to Dallon's room. Your eyes landed on the tall figure passed out on the bed. You leaned your back against the doorway, admiring his peaceful state.

Soft bed hair and light snores, Dallon was adorable during the mornings. You smiled, walking up to him. "Dal?" You softly said, running a hand through his hair. He hummed and opened one eye, locking gazes with you. "Five minutes, Y/n." He mumbled as he relaxed under your touch.

You nodded, scratching the top of his head softly. He purred, smiling faintly. You blushed, pulling your hand away and walked out of the room. You blinked a couple of times before putting a hand atop of your heart, feeling its steady and fast beat.

"The things he does to me without even trying," You whispered, shaking your head.

- - -

Your eyes followed the trail of blood on the dirt. You slowly crept towards the smal cottage, where the trail of blood led, gripping your gun tightly. You stopped in front of the door, examining it before looking around.

Dallon was nowhere to be found, as usual. You sighed, rolling your eyes. With one swift kick, the door flew to the other side of the house.

"Hands where I can-," Your eyes widen as the witch lunged at you, hitting your back on the ground.

The witch wasn't like the others you've encountered. No, he was gorgeous. Soft brown eyes, silky hair, and a smirk on his lips. "Dallon?" You hazily asked, your eyelids becoming heavy.

"So, Dallon is the one who fills your heart?" Dallon asked in a disoriented voice.

"Dallon," You breathed out.

- - -

"Okay! Maybe I shouldn't have left to go to the pub!" Dallon shouted, flinging his knife at the tall grass. He looked around the forest, looking for you. "Y/n!" He shouted once again.

"Ah, fuck. Where are you?" He mumbled to himself, biting his lower lip. His eyes landed on the trail of blood on the ground. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking up to where it led. His eyes landed on a small cottage with no door. "I'm guessing she's inside." He told himself as he cautiously walked towards inside the cottage.

"Dallon?" His eyes landed on the girl in the middle. Long brown, cunning eyes, and a long black dress that fitted her. Dallon lowered his knife, disbelief on his face. "B-breezy?"

"Dal, I'm scared. Let's go home." She wickedly said, walking towards him. Dallon stepped back, raising his knife again. "No. I don't want to go back to you. Y-you,-" Dallon clenched his hands into fists.

"I need to find my partner."

"Aren't I your partner?" She smiled. Dallon shook his head, "No, you buried that along with our memories. Go away, I need to find my partner."

Breezy sighed before laughing, her hair and appearance melting away. Dallon stood back, looking intently as the witch showed its' true form.

"This Breezy that you speak of is in your mind." The witch spoke. "But you have another person in your heart." "I don't really need to know that," Dallon smirked, preparing his gun.

"Too bad she's already on her way to be sacrificed." That triggered something in Dallon. He charged towards the with, and before the witch could move, Dallon shot her in the stomach.

Dallon heard a scream from the other room, that made him swiftly run towards it. He opened the door, seeing his partner on the chair with a large cut on her cheek. "D-dallon!"

Dallon ran to her and took out her restraints, hugging her when he succeeded. "I was scared. I thought,-" He sighed, tightly hugging her. "I'm sorry." He added.

She hummed, looking up to Dallon. "You look petrified. What happened?" She asked. Dallon ripped off a part of his shirt, dabbing it into her wound. "Nothing that you should know." He smirked.

She pouted and Dallon pecked her lips. Sparks igniting from within their bodies. She blinked and smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Did the witch do something to you?" She asked, a playful smile on her lips.

"Nah. You're beautiful, you know?"