A/N: Oh hi there. Yep. It's me. I'm not dead! Surprise! I know it's been a while since I uploaded anything, so have this little fic! Enjoy!
"So it wasn't a dream," Asami exclaimed excitedly as she shot up from her sleeping position, memories of the previous days surging through her head. "I'm actually here! I'm going to learn magic!" It was a morning routine for her at this point, her mind still overawed by where she was and what she was being allowed to experience. Filled with the energy the thought brought her, she hopped up from her sleeping bag and hurried to dress herself, stumbling downstairs in an undignified manner that her father would have found simply appalling. She couldn't find it in herself to care however, considering where she was, and the once in a lifetime opportunity she'd been granted.
She arrived in the kitchen, eager and ready to begin the day. "A Witch's Apprentice," she mumbled to herself eagerly, as she set the table. "I'm going to be a real Witch's Apprentice!" She couldn't help the massive grin on her face. She sat down at the table, hands clasped, watching the doorway, eagerly awaiting her Mentor's arrival.
Her Mentor, who apparently had other ideas, as Asami, now slumped on the table, her chin resting on folded arms and stomach grumbling, watched the clock and the door, an hour and a half having gone by and still no sign of Korra, self-proclaimed, "Polar Bear Dog Lady," and, "The Most Powerful Witch On The Boiling Isles."
Asami sighed, as she heard snoring coming from the living room, pushing to her feet, and grumbling, "More like, 'Most Powerful Lay About'," to herself as she went in search of her erstwhile teacher. She found the pointy-eared, dark-skinned witch napping on the couch, snoring away, a line of drool running down from the corner of her mouth.
She sighed again, her expression dropping, and she knew, if this had been an anime, this would have been where the disappointed tuba sounds came in. Frowning, Asami thought for a moment, before an idea popped in to her head. She was the heiress to a multi-national corporation after all. There were all sorts of ways she knew of to get people to do what she wanted.
Grinning wickedly, she leant over the napping woman, taking in her appearance, Korra wearing a white tank top, blue sweatpants, and adorable Polar Bear Dog slippers. Cute, she thought briefly, her face heating slightly before she shook her head. Focus Sato. You can't afford to let your gay out right now. Magic first, pretty girls later. And speaking of pretty girls…
Korra's face scrunched up and she snorted, cracking an eye open, only to startle, clearly not expecting Asami to be hovering over her the way she was. "Huh? Ahh!" The dark-skinned witch settled after her little outburst, staring up at her with squinty, unimpressed eyes.
"Oh Korra," Asami cooed, a bright, shining smile plastered on her face. "Have I told you how sexy your fangs look today?" She fluttered her eyelashes just in case, for added effect.
Korra's unimpressed expression deepened, and she let an arm drop to the floor, the other going across her stomach. "Whatever it is, no," she declared.
Undeterred, Asami continued. "And your hair is like, giiirrrll." She added hand motions for that little bit of razzle-dazzle, grinning down all the while.
Blinking at her, and blowing a strand of said hair out of her face, Korra responded with a raspy voiced, "I'm not teaching you magic right now. I'm sleepy." She grabbed a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over herself, curling up on her side. "I'm a sleepy little Polar Bear Dog."
Asami pouted, deciding now would be a good time to pour on the charm. "Please Korra, please," she pleaded slightly childishly, going for the, 'I'm adorable, so how could you possibly resist me?' angle. "How am I supposed to earn my Witch's Staff if I don't know any spells?"
Clearly Korra was more than capable of resisting, however, seeing as her response was, "No. Sleep." And she subsequently pulled the blanket completely over her head. "The morning is, evil."
Even though the last words were slightly muffled, Asami could still hear them as plain as day. Frowning, the heiress considered her options, before an evil grin spread across her lips. Ok, she thought to herself. If you want to play hard to get, Korra, then it's time I brought out the big guns. Reaching up, she deftly undid the topmost button of her blouse, making sure it made an audible popping noise, which seemed to echo throughout the room. She then repeated the action with the next few buttons, until a tasteful, but enticing amount of cleavage could be seen.
Korra's gasp could be heard underneath the blanket, and her quiet exclamation of, "I know that sound. Boobies," made Asami grin.
"Gotcha," she muttered quietly, even as Korra popped up, blanket adorably draped over her head, staring intently at her. "Oh," she continued more audibly. "These?" Her hands gestured to her chest as she wiggled it back and forth enticingly.
Korra jumped to the arm of the couch, crouched there like some sort of predator, her eyes transfixed on the jiggle and sway of Asami's chest. "Ooooh," she admired quietly before reaching out, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth in concentration, and making a grab for the pale woman.
Asami stepped back deftly out of her way however, her casual, "Nope," helping prevent herself from bursting in to laughter as the muscled witch crashed to the ground. "Teach me one spell, and you might get to have a closer look," the raven-haired woman declared with a wink, buttoning her blouse back up, and crossing her arms.
Korra looked up at her from the floor. "I respect your cunning," she declared sourly, "But I also hate you for it." She pointed at the other woman accusingly.
Asami merely grinned.
Korra cleared her throat, the witch now standing, Asami sitting attentively in front of her on the floor. "If you want a witch's staff like mine," Korra began, leaning heavily on her shining, white staff, with the seated polar bear dog atop it, as she looked like she could fall back asleep at any moment, her head tilting even as she spoke. "Don't make me…repeat…myself." She jerked her head back up, looking slightly more awake than before as she continued her lecture. "Witch's staffs have power embedded in to them."
Asami grinned, making eager hand grabbing motions. "Gimme," she declared eagerly, wanting the power of a staff of her own.
Korra gave her a deadpan look. "But before one is earned, every witch needs to know how to cast spells on their own," she declared as she popped the staff up and held it in both hands. "Now," she cast the staff away as if it was nothing, though Asami watched as it sailed elegantly across the room and settled itself safely against the wall. "We'll start with something simple. I am going to teach you how to create, light." With casual ease, she raised her hand and traced a circle in the air, blue light appearing in the wake of her finger. Once the circle was complete, a shining orb of light appeared in the air, floating down in front of the entranced Asami's face, before dissipating with a faint popping noise.
The industrialist gasped in wonder.
"Yawn," came the disinterested response from the ferret-like demon behind her.
Asami glanced over her shoulder as the little demon stood up, declaring, "Who needs another boring spell lesson when you could be learning all the fun ways a demon could kill you?" In demonstration, he held up a childishly drawn picture of a human being decapitated by a large toothed demon. "Look how teethy. Bite, bite."
"Be quiet," the engineer dismissed him disinterestedly. "I need to focus." She fixed her attention back on the witch in front of her.
Seeing that Asami's attention was back on her, Korra continued. "Now, humans think magic is made out of thin air, but that's stupid." She even trailed a little finger circle in the air, (though no magic followed this time, much to Asami's disappointment) as if to illustrate just how foolish the concept was. "Everything comes from something." She splayed her arms out with a smile. "Let me ask you, hot stuff," she bopped Asami on the nose with a finger, the nickname making the pale girl blush, not to mention the lovely view she got as Korra bent over in her loose tank top. "Where do you think magic comes from?"
Don't say 'from the tits.' Don't say 'from the tits.' Don't say from the tits,' Asami counseled herself, even as she enjoyed the view, the blue gem on Korra's chest providing a nice contrast against her dark skin. "Er, from the…heart?" She blinked at Korra's expression, as if the witch was disappointed in her. The expression just screamed, "Seriously?" as Asami had given perhaps the most fairy tale answer possible. She gave herself a mental face palm for that one. Seriously Sato? You couldn't have thought of anything more original?
But then the witch's expression brightened in to a pleased smile. "Actually…you're right!"
Asami couldn't help but gasp, feeling herself blush in wonder.
"No really!" The blue-eyed witch reached in to her cleavage, dug around a moment, and pulled out a piece of paper, unrolling it and displaying a heart and some sort of…sack-like…thing…attached to it, that frankly, Asami thought looked like some sort of giant, deformed leech. "It comes from a sack of magic bile attached to a witch's heart," Korra elucidated.
"Euugghh," Asami exclaimed in mixed disgust and fascination, and then after a heartbeat… "Can I keep that?" Her interest was purely scientific, or in this case, perhaps, magical, of course. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that the paper had been nestled, (magically or otherwise) between Korra's beautiful chocolate breasts.
"No," Korra told her evenly, re-rolling the paper, sticking it back from whence it came, and standing straight again. "Now, everything depends on the spell circle." She traced a much larger circle than before above her head. "The bigger the circle, the more powerful the spell." A much larger ball of light than previously emerged from the circle, momentarily shining brightly, before popping in to several smaller balls of light and dissipating.
Asami was quiet for a moment as a thought hit her. "But how can I," she ventured, tapping her fingers together. "Plain, human Asami, do magic, if I don't have a magic…bile…sack?" She squinted up at Korra in question.
Korra went silent, scrunching her face and seeming to consider the question for a moment. "You know I'm not actually sure," she answered after a moment, face looking distantly surprised.
"What?" Asami couldn't help her surprise. How was she supposed to learn magic without this apparently essential biological component?
"I know witches did magic differently in the past," Korra declared casually, giving the taller woman a moment of hope, before crushing it as she continued, "But I never bothered to figure out how." She snorted as she chuckled.
"Korra," Asami complained, not nearly as entertained by the conundrum, as her witch counterpart seemed to be. But then again, Korra didn't need to worry about it so much. Korra could already cast magic as easily and as naturally as breathing. What was Asami supposed to do?
"Don't worry," Korra assuaged her, squatting down and ruffling her hair as if she was a child, making the engineer frown. "You'll figure it out. Now," She straightened, supporting her back with her hands as she stretched, Asami hearing her spine crack and pop. "Oof. I need to lie down." And she began to shuffle back towards the couch.
"That's it?" Asami turned and watched her, calling out in protest. "Wait! I need to watch you do the circle thingy again! I'll record it on my phone this time!" She breathed heavily, whipping out her phone, and feeling the blush on her cheeks. Circle thingy, she chided herself lightly. Good job Sato. Very professional and scientific…though can you really get scientific when it comes to magic? Isn't that sort of the polar opposite of magic after all?
"Smile," Asami declared chipper and upbeat. "You're on camera. One more spell won't kill you."
Korra looked thoroughly done with the exercise already, hunched over slightly with an exhausted look on her face. "Uggh," she groaned, dragging a hand over her face. "Fine." She raised a hand, and began tracing another spell circle, this one's edges wavy, far less elegant, and not quite as defined as the last two. "Now you see, the…spell circle is…is really key because…" Korra broke off, her eyes drooping as she yawned loudly, the spell circle dissipating. Her loud yawn culminated as her head reared back. "Ooh boy," she exclaimed quietly, before toppling over and landing flat on the ground, face down and arms splayed out.
"Welp. Looks like one more spell killed Korra," Pabu declared nonchalantly, the little demon peering over at the witch.
"Guaaahh!" Asami lowered her phone, staring at the prone witch in shock. "Oh no!" She clutched at her hair. "My lust for learning magic killed Korra!" And all before a lust of an entirely different nature could be satisfied, she noted grimly. Hesitantly she crawled forward, reaching out and nudging at the witch. "Korra?" Her voice was quiet. "You in there? Oh please don't actually be dead. That'd be just my luck."
A vague mumbling sound from the prone woman, and the clear inhalation and exhalation of breath as Korra flopped over to lie on her back was her answer, making the aspiring magic student breath out in relief. "Thank goodness." She closed her eyes for a brief moment of respite.
"Bap!"
The sudden noise made her open them again almost immediately, to the sight of Pabu smacking his furry little hand in to Korra's face, with accompanying sound effect.
"Bap, bap," the demon declared, following up his initial, "attack" twice more. He eyed her critically, before crossing his arms. "Yep. She's totally out of it," he declared.
Asami couldn't help but smile a bit at his antics. "Looks like it," she agreed, her eyes running over Korra's, (tantalizing) muscled form. She never would have expected a magic user to be so unfairly buff and attractive. She sighed. "Alright, well let's not leave her on the floor at least. Come on. Let's get her in to bed." And her face immediately darkened at the implications of those words, mind swimming with a variety of other scenarios involving herself, the witch, and a bed.
"Scoop," she proclaimed with a grin as she managed to pick up the, surprisingly heavy, (though then again, all those muscles had to weigh something) witch from the floor. Asami had to pause then, a shiver going through her body and her blush deepening as Korra's body pressed against hers, and her hand may or may not have wandered just a bit, because wow, muscles and wow, abs. In the end, she managed to get Korra up the stairs, in to her room and on to her large, round, (suspiciously like a dog's bed back home,) bed without too much trouble, and, thankfully without banging Korra's head in to any walls or anything.
She watched the sleeping witch for a moment, blush ever-present on her face, even as the back of her mind turned the problem of her casting magic without a magic bile sack over and over and over, sifting through it as she tried to find some sort of solution. In the end, she sighed, turning to give Korra her privacy as she left the room, pulling out her phone. She had some studying to do.
"Uggh," Korra groaned as consciousness returned to her, eyes flicking down to the straw in her mouth in confusion as she realized it was in a partially drained bottle of her elixir. She noticed the remaining patches of fur on her arm…and one of her eyes was still black…Hurriedly, she sucked the rest of it up, her eye returning to it's normal blue, and the fur receeding. "Oh Titan." Her hand came up to massage her temple. "My head. What the hell happened?"
"Oh, you turned in to a slavering, mangy, polar bear dog beast and tried to kill us," Pabu stated casually from where he was drawing on the floor by her bed. "But don't worry! I, in my brilliance," he gestured to himself dramatically, making Korra smirk. "Managed to stop you, and get you back to normal…Oh, and Asami helped…a little." He gestured to the elixir bottle. "We found that in your closet."
"Pabu?" The witch looked surprised, and then angry. "You stole my elixir? I oughta break every bone in your adorable, easily chokeable little body!"
"Korra," Pabu spoke up again, somewhat timidly, and she looked over to him. "You're probably right. I really messed up. I never should have taken your elixir. I never had any idea that would happen. Sorry."
Korra frowned. "You're damn right you messed up, and I've got a whole heap of dirty chores for you to do to make up for it." And then something else the demon had said struck her. "Wait. You said Asami helped? Is she alright? Where is she?"
"She's fine," the little demon assured her. "And look." He pointed.
The witch followed his gesture to see Asami sitting in a corner of the room, surrounded by little floating balls of light. As she watched, the human did something, drawing something on a piece of paper, and the sheet crumpled, transforming itself in to a ball of light, which the human guided in to the air to join the rest of them, a massive smile on her face, her expression alight with wonder. "Wow," Korra couldn't help the wonder in her voice. "How's she doing that?"
"I don't know," the little demon admitted. "But she did it all on her own."
Korra watched the girl as she made more light spells, producing them from drawn glyphs, unlike anything the Isles had seen in centuries. Pride swelled in her chest. That's my apprentice, she declared proudly in the confines of her mind. If she keeps up like this, she'll go far.
As if she felt the eyes on her, Asami paused, turning and met eyes with Korra, who gave her a tired grin. The raven-haired girl put down her pencil, pushed herself to her feet, and walked over, looking down on Korra hanging off the bed. "Korra, are you alright? You had me worried."
Korra gave her a smile, sighing a bit. "I'm fine. I haven't been completely honest though. When I was young, I was…cursed."
Asami gasped a little, looking nervous. "Cursed?" Her voice was quiet. "A-are you ok? Are you dying!?"
Korra chuckled. "It's not too bad," she tried to assure her student. "So long as I take my elixir, and no one steals it," she looked pointedly at Pabu, who rubbed the back of his neck. "It's…manageable. Besides, it's nothing you really need to worry about." The witch waved her hand as if waving off her concerns. "I've got it under control."
The human eyed her warily for a few moments, as if silently weighing her options and the truth of her words, before sighing. "Ok, if you say so. I'm just glad you're ok." Her look changed to one of genuine relief.
"Thanks." Korra grinned at her. "Now, would you say you've learned a spell?"
Asami nodded eagerly, her bright smile and bouncing hair beautiful as ever to the witch. "Yes! Yes! It was so exciting! The glyph showed up in your spell circle, and I could see it thanks to my phone going a bit haywire!"
Korra's grin widened. The human's enthusiasm was contagious. "Well congratulations are in order. Asami Sato, you've officially learned your first spell, and have started your path to becoming, as far as I know, the first human ever to become a witch. Congratulations. I'm proud of you."
Asami blushed, kicking her foot shyly and looking at the ground. "Ah…thanks. I couldn't have done it without you, even if your teaching methods are…slightly unconventional."
"Well of course not." Korra winked at her, her grin widening. "I'm the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles. It only makes sense I'd be the greatest teacher as well." She winked cheekily.
Snorting in amusement, Asami blushed, shaking her head. "And clearly the most humble as well." The sarcasm was obvious as she crossed her arms and looked down at her mentor.
"Now you're gettin' it." Korra shot her a casual finger gun.
Asami merely rolled her eyes.
"Now then." The witch cracked her fingers. "On to more important things." She traced a quick spell circle in the air, and Asami gave a surprised little yelp as she was suddenly gently tossed on to the bed, Korra straddling her hips, hands braced on either side of her head, and looking down at her hungrily. "I believe I was promised compensation for my teachings. I intend to collect. How does that sound to you Ms. Sato?" She wiggled her eyebrows at the blushing woman splayed out beneath her.
Asami stared up at her, blinking owlishly, her mouth working for a moment before she was able to summon words. "G-gay," she stuttered out, before her eyes widened, her blush deepening. "I-I mean good! Sound good! Words good sound yes!"
This made the witch laugh. Asami was so adorable all flustered like this. "Sure, sweet thing," she readily agreed. "Sure." And she leaned in, pressing her lips to the ruby red ones beneath her. After a shocked second, the other woman began to respond eagerly, hands coming up to rub at her arms, then her toned back, her neck and bury themselves in her bob cut, pulling the witch more firmly in to the lip lock, as if Korra had any intention of pulling away any time soon. The very idea was completely laughable to the love struck witch, and, if the way the human was kissing her back, Asami's feelings were the same.
Korra barely registered it as Pabu dipped out, saying something about not wanting to stick around if the women were getting hot and heavy, but there were more important things for her to focus on at the moment. Such as the sensation of Asami's tongue against her own, or how wonderful their bodies felt pressed up against each other, or the little sounds of wonder and delight the human made every time her tongue brushed up against the witch's fangs, the other woman clearly finding the teeth fascinating, (and arousing if the moans she released every time her tongue made contact with them, or when Korra used them on her tongue and or lips were anything to go by) making Korra smirk in to the kiss.
Not even Naga, the ever loyal, ever lovable, if somewhat dimwitted, polar bear dog tube's calls from downstairs that she was still on the floor, could ruin this moment (she'd help the poor thing later, but right now her focus was needed elsewhere). And Korra, ever the conscientious mentor, intended to teach her student about all of the different magic she could produce.
Needless to say, Asami got a very thorough lesson that day from the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles.
A/N: Any The Owl House Fans out there? Seriously, that show is so good. I binged through all of it so far in like, two days. If you're a fan, you'll recognize that I took a few liberties here, but it's fanfic, so that's kinda the point. Anyways, hope it didn't lessen the experience for you. Either way, I hope you all enjoyed this. I know it's been a while since I posted anything, so sorry for the wait! As always I would love to know what you all think! Comments, favorites and follows are all encouraged and appreciated as always! Enjoy!
