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Okie doke, since you didn’t specify people/fandom I’m gonna guess BNHA and MomoJirou? I hope you like it!
“Don’t Flirt With Death Cause It Will Kiss Back”
Momo has always been a good witch, in terms of both competency and humour. She receives nothing but praise at the academy for her skills and her virtue: her aptitude in conjuration is especially remarkable. She can pull objects out of thin air as easily as breathing, when such spells would leave other magic-users drained for days.
There is, however, a problem.
See, Momo can’t conjure living things. She can’t conjure creatures at all, for two reasons. First: she seems to have some kind of magical block. It is a source of constant embarrassment and annoyance to her that even when she tries to cast the very, very simple spell to conjure her familiar, all she gets is a dead raven. That leads rather neatly into the second problem: Momo can only conjure dead things, and conjuring dead things is necromancy, and necromancy is very much not the sort of the thing that Good Girls do.
But that’s not enough for Yaoyorozu Momo. Because she’s clever, and she’s powerful, and she’s powerfully curious and there has to be a reason that all she can bring out of the Other Place is dead things, right? There has to be a cause?
With all the guilt and pent up tension of a girl who’s spent far too long behaving, Momo starts going on late night study sessions, creeping into forbidden parts of the library and learning more and more about necromancy. It turns out that she’s an even better necromancer than she is a conjurer, and Momo is one of the most gifted conjurers in the land.
So one day, Momo finds herself in a graveyard, giving herself a continuous mental lecture that sounds oddly like her best friend, Shouto. It’s the middle of the night, and it’s cold. She finds a tree, an old tree: a Yew standing at the corner of plot. Nervously, she pulls candles out of her satchel, and draws a pentacle in the dirt.
Yaoyorozu Momo conjures her Familiar.
There’s a shiver in the air, the whole fabric of reality ripples, just for a moment. And then, casual as anything, a young woman steps out of nothing into the pentacle. She’s got short black hair and dark eyes and pale skin. Her lips are painted black, as are her nails. She smirks at Momo.
Then she steps forward, and breaks the pentacle, and kisses her.
“Took you long enough.”
(Or: the many adventures of Momo the witch and her maybe-possibly-reincarnated-possibly-infernal-undead-girlfriend )
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