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alexawynters · 1 year ago

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Scarlet Whispers pt. 8

Gif not mine, as always

Trigger Warnings: Smuttttttt. Horribly written smut.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-7 here

Chapter Eight

Translations: котёнок - Kitten; malyshka - baby; lyubov - love; dorogoya - darling; I probably missed some… I should have probably been doing this the entire time, no? Eh… My b.

A/N: Its uhhh.. My first time writing smut for the public so uh… be gentle pls? Lol. Lemme know how it went. Writing dialog and smut makes me cringe haha. This was also written while I was in the hospital. Is it bad that the 5 day stay was almost a vacation compared to life? Haha, living the dreeeaammm. Someone pls hit me with their car or something so I can go back and have 0 responsibilities for another week. Promise I won’t sue 😛

Once again, edited while floaty. Apparently that’s the only time I can get the motivation to open my laptop. In my defense, I’m currently in the middle of a move and starting a new job so pls forgive my laziness. I’m a tad overwhelmed. It’s finnnne.

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During your time at the aquarium with Wanda, you hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. Logically, you knew it was around dinner time because you both had just eaten, but you didn't realize until you both entered the dimly lit cottage that it was so dark outside. Despite the long day you’d had, you weren't ready to go to bed just yet. Body thrumming with an unfamiliar energy, and you could tell it stemmed from Wanda's hand still holding onto your waist. Now that you were home, it would be socially acceptable for her to let you go, but instead, she chose to linger.

Never one to enjoy having others in your personal space, regardless of if you were touch starved, you were thrilled to discover that you didn't mind the witch being so close to you. In fact, the mere thought of being separated from her made your stomach roil with anxiety. Looking at the redhead next to you as you traversed the hallway towards your room for the evening, a new kind of craving overcame you. This one was different from the hunger you had experienced just before dinner, and you realized that you couldn't get enough of the witch’s touch and presence.

Reaching your shared room Wanda finally moves to separate from you, and as she heads opposite from you, her hand falling away, you make a split-second decision. Well. Decision was being generous. More accurately you allowed your impulses to take over, unable to think logically - you couldn’t let Wanda get too far. Not that there was anywhere for her to go in a bedroom you both shared, but your brain wasn’t exactly running on all cylinders at this time.

“Wait!”

You don’t know what, or even if you were thinking, knowing only that in the scant few feet the witch was away from you, your whole world felt like it was collapsing. A lightly calloused hand shot out as you turned to grab her hand again, and in your exuberance, you accidentally ended up yanking the woman towards you. In an unexpected feat of grace surprising both of you, you managed to catch Wanda. Despite her velocity, you were able to use her momentum, spinning both of you. A small jolt of pain wracked through your bones as your back landed harshly against the smooth wall, with Wanda safely in your arms. Chests heaved for air, both of you having fully expected to collide, ending up in a heap on the floor.

After the initial surprise wore off, both women giggled, though neither made a move to separate. “What is it, Y/N?” the older woman asked. Amusement colored her gaze, mixed with something else you couldn’t quite decipher. You were still learning new facial expressions to this day.

“I-” You started then stopped, trying to assemble your thoughts and determine just how vulnerable you were willing to be. “Thank you, Wanda. For today. For… everything. This was..” you trailed off, unable to find the words. “Everything.”

You hoped Wanda would understand what you meant by that even if you yourself weren’t quite sure just yet. What you were sure of is that you wanted to return to Wanda at least a fraction of the care and devotion she had shown you in all this time. You knew you didn’t want her to walk away, heart aching at the concept. What you didn’t know was what you wanted to do next, you hadn’t exactly gotten that far, but you couldn’t stomach the thought of being apart from her.

The redhead’s gaze softened at your words. “You don’t need to thank me, lyubov. You deserve so much, and I just want you to be happy.”

The words “with me” went unspoken, though she was dying to let them out. Instead, well-manicured hands lifted the tips of her fingers to gently push some fallen strands of your hair from your face, as she studied you curiously. A feeling you both were on the precipice of something settled firmly within the witch’s chest. Wanda was fairly confident she knew exactly what that something was, but she wouldn’t plunge you into anything you weren’t yet ready to fall into.

Though certain in her assumptions, Wanda was unable to clearly read your surface thoughts. A jumbled mass of emotions, each thought no more than fleeting before another took its place, your mind was a whirlwind. The next steps had to be taken by you, and if you weren’t up for that yet, the redhead was content with where you both were at this moment.

A palpable tension filled the air, conveying an unspoken awareness that something transformative was about to occur. Anticipation lingered in the atmosphere, creating a delicate blend of nervousness and excitement. There was an understated, magnetic attraction that drew you closer to Wanda. Completely unaware as you were, enthralled by the alluring softness of her lips which stoked a longing within you to know if they felt as velvety as they appeared, you were unconsciously learning forward.

It was a moment of breathless expectation, where time seemed to stretch. The world had fallen away, leaving only the two of you suspended in the beauty of the impending inevitability. Eyes finally connecting with Wanda’s, a silent, mutual understanding was shared, and in that moment, you made a decision.

”May I…?” your voice a husky tremor, thick with emotion.

Never had Wanda found you more endearing than in that moment. Your innocent consideration that you would need to ask her permission after everything. As if she hadn't been waiting for this very moment for so long. As if this wasn’t what she had been waiting for since first discovering the Darkhold, and all the possibilities of a multiverse.

“Please, Y/N.” The witch’s reply was all but a breathy whisper.

As your lips and hers finally connected in a gentle, exploratory kiss, an electric current seemed to pass through their bodies, igniting a fire within your souls. It was a moment of pure magic, a culmination of all the emotions and desires that had been building between you both. Breaths mingled, blending together in a perfect harmony of passion and longing.

The softness of the kiss spoke volumes, revealing a depth of connection that you were certain words could never fully capture. A tender exchange, filled with a delicate balance of vulnerability and trust. Each touch, each movement of Wanda’s lips against yours, was deliberate, as if she was savoring every precious moment of this newfound intimacy with you.

With every passing second, the world around faded away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a bubble of pure bliss. Time seemed to stand still as you explored this uncharted territory together. A feeling as if something inside, you hadn’t known had been missing, was now perfectly slotted into place. Home.

When it came to kissing you, Wanda marveled at the stark contrasts between your Avenger variant, and you. While your other variant was self-assured, often taking command of a kiss with practiced skill, you, on the other hand, were gentle and tentative. It was evident that you were willing to let Wanda take the lead, which she found incredibly empowering, almost addictive. She knew she should probably take this first kiss slowly for you, however, your submissiveness was simply too delicious for her to pass up such an opportunity.

Long, slender fingers came to rest just under your jaw, firmly holding you close, Wanda using her body to press you harder against the wall, as if trying to merge your two bodies into one. A gasp escaped you at the length of the witch’s body pressed so intimately against you. Wanda, ever opportunistic, took advantage of your open mouth to deepen the kiss, her lithe tongue swiping softly at the seam of your lips in askance.

You couldn’t even fathom a moment where you would ever deny Wanda this request, opening your mouth to grant her the access she desired. Her skillful tongue sensually slid against yours, eliciting a barely suppressed whimper from you. With a little coaxing Wanda was able to entice your tongues to engage in a seductive dance, leaving you breathless and heady.

Eventually, the kiss broke, leaving both of you craving more. It had opened the door to a world of possibilities, and in that moment, everything changed. The bond between the pair of you had deepened more than you could know, and more than Wanda had hoped for. Despite initial reservations, your heart knew then you would follow Wanda anywhere, irrevocably tied to the witch forever. There was no one you wanted or trusted more.

While trying to catch your breath, no words were spoken. Taking this moment, your intrusive thoughts began creeping in because of course they were. Desperately you hoped the woman wouldn’t view the kiss as a mistake, praying that you measured up to your superhero counterpart. That you were truly what she had been looking for all this time, even if you weren’t anything special.

You would do anything to have her lips on yours again, and briefly a thought occurred to you that this woman could murder you, and you would probably thank her for the privilege. Therapy, maybe you should ask Wanda if she could get you in to see a therapist, because that wasn’t concerning at all.

It wasn't in you to feel ashamed just then though, not when the very thought resonated in your soul. Gods, was this what you had been missing your entire life? And it had been right under your nose, for ages you had been unknowingly depriving yourself, hellbent on self-sabotage.

As you finally caught your breath, the witch gazed at you hungrily, causing a shiver to race down your spine.

"What do you want, detka?" Wanda asked, voice sultry. She tilted her head as if curious, but in reality, she was relishing in your disheveled appearance, eyes raking over your blown pupils, and kiss-swollen lips. So responsive for her, and this was only a kiss. Your first kiss with her, to be specific. Wanting to completely ruin you, it took every ounce of self-restraint for Wanda to wait for your answer instead.

Chest heaving, your brain struggled to pull together enough brain cells in order to provide her with an answer. When you finally spoke, your voice had a throaty quality you had never heard before.

”You. I want you.”

Green eyes, the color of jade, sparkled in such delight they could have practically illuminated the room with their vibrant glow. As you stared into her mesmerizing gaze, you got lost in her presence. Your mind was a myriad of thoughts, unable to focus on anything else. Every word she spoke, every movement she made, had a profound impact on you. As if the witch had cast a spell over you, weaving her magic effortlessly, and you willingly succumbed to her enchantment, eager to be under her captivating influence.

A mischievous smile played upon her lips, adding an air of mystery to her already enchanting demeanor. The grin hinted at the hidden depths within her, the playful intentions that lied just beneath the surface. So, as Wanda’s mischievous smile lingered, you couldn't help but be drawn further into her web of enchantment, willingly surrendering yourself to the metaphorical spell she had cast.

"Oh, lyubov, will you let me ruin you?" she asked teasingly, her voice filled with impishness and a hint of excitement.

Swallowing nervously, you felt desire building deep within you. Your experiences in this matter were limited, but you trusted the former avenger all the same. Still, you had a sneaking suspicion that whatever Wanda had in store for you would likely test your limits, even if you had no idea what those were yet. Eagerly, you nodded, ready to throw yourself headlong into this unknown, trusting the witch implicitly.

The moment her silky lips met yours once again, a hunger ignited within her, surprising both of you with its intensity and passion. Wanda pulled you close, her fingers curled in your hair, keeping you in place as she plundered your mouth. You could do little but let her lead the way, trying not to embarrass yourself with how much she was turning you on. Her sharp teeth tugged on your lower lip before biting down hard enough to draw blood. A pitiful whine was barely restrained by you as Wanda lapped at the new wound she had caused.

Deciding to test your boundaries during the kiss, the redhead gently wrapped her other hand around your throat. Not tight enough to cut off your oxygen supply, but the pressure did restrict some of the blood flow to your brain, leaving you in a deliciously foggy haze. A breathy moan escaped you, which Wanda eagerly swallowed as you gladly ceded control of the kiss to her. Pride out the window, you were no longer capable of trying to withhold any sounds she could draw from you. Wanda found it delightful that so far you were proving to be the perfect little котёнок for her. The redhead eagerly anticipated discovering what other surprises you had in store for her.

The other hand not on your neck moved from your hair down to the first button of your shirt and hesitated. “Is this okay, Y/N?” She asked, voice surprisingly soft for someone who currently had one of their hands wrapped around your neck.

Sluggish thoughts hazy with lust, you nodded with what would have probably counted as an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm. Having someone as gorgeous as Wanda in front of you, asking for your consent, you found you couldn’t be bothered by your eagerness. You were a simp, and you were fine with that. Anything to get more of Wanda touching you.

The former Avenger grinned, finding you utterly adorable. She was charmed by how needy you were for her. Unable to help but revel in the power dynamics between you, relishing the opportunity to challenge your blissed-out mind and watch as you struggled to comply with her demands. It was a delightful game for Wanda, and she was going to have fun training you.

Before she could continue though, the witch wanted you to be absolutely sure. Regardless of how long she had waited for you, if you weren’t truly ready, Wanda didn’t want to push you. She wanted all of you, everything you had to give, but if you still weren’t ready, weren’t sure, she could wait. Wanda would wait forever if she had to.

“Lyubov moya, if you want me to stop at any point, just say the word, and I’ll stop immediately, okay? Full stop, I promise, and I won’t be upset with you.” she insisted, voice thick with longing as her nose grazed gently across yours in a reassuring manner.

Even now, Wanda was always putting your safety and happiness as her top priority, endearing her evermore to you. How could you have ever doubted that this woman had anything but your best interests at heart? The purest of intentions?

Knowing it was a bit over dramatic, while you appreciated her reassurances, if the witch didn’t do something in the next few seconds, you felt like you might combust. Releasing a needy whine, you hoped to convey your desperation to Wanda who only chuckled at your behavior.

“Relax, malyshka, I’ll take good care of you, I promise. But first, I need you to use your words, darling.” The hand on your throat easing its grip a little, allowing more blood to your brain, giving you back some of your intellectual capacity.

With Wanda’s body covering yours, you petulantly ground against her in the hopes of achieving any sort of friction, causing her lips to quirk upwards in an amused smirk. You weren’t going to get out of this until she had confirmation of your understanding, and if she happened to tease you into a petulant, writing mess in the process, well, that was just the cherry on top.

Giving in, you let out a keening whimper. “I understand Wands, please. Just touch me. Please!”

A wolfish grin overtook Wanda’s face at your begging. Green eyes locked with yours, and she could see the desire and longing in your eyes, mirroring her own. The way you looked at her, with a mixture of vulnerability and trust, made her heart flutter with a sense of joy and fulfillment. You were willing to surrender yourself to her guidance, to allow her to take the lead and shape you into the person she knew you could become. That kind of implicit trust and faith you had in her shot her arousal through the roof.

With each passing moment, Wanda's excitement grew, knowing that she had the opportunity to train and mold you into her perfect little котёнок. She relished the thought of all the fun games that lay ahead, confident in her ability to guide you towards your full potential. Your willingness to submit to her desires fueled her passion, making her all the more determined to own you completely. This power was the ultimate high, and she didn’t think she could ever get enough of it.

Her hand moved from your throat to wrap around your waist with a firm yet gentle grasp, pulling you closer to her in an undeniable display of ownership. The touch of her hand on your hip sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, igniting a fire within you that you had never experienced before. It was a possessiveness that transcended the boundaries of mere desire, a possessiveness that spoke volumes about the depth of her emotions for you.

Far from being suffocating, her dominance was a testament to the strength of your bond. A tangible manifestation of the passion that burned between the two of you, it was a flame that only grew stronger with each passing moment. Her assertive touch was a declaration, a proclamation of her utter devotion and fierce protectiveness towards you.

In that instant, you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings. A sensation that both thrilled and comforted you, it was a magnetic pull that drew you closer to her with each passing second. Feeling as if you were the center of her universe, the focus of her unfaltering attention, and you visibly preened under her attentiveness. Your hands which were clenching the bottom of her shirt held fast, unwilling to let her move more than a few inches away.

Now that she had your consent and had subtly established your place with her, Wanda's svelte hands returned to the task of unbuttoning your shirt. Unable to resist the allure of your lips for long, she passionately kissed you once again. As your lips moved against each other with a sensual rhythm, Wanda swiftly unbuttoned your shirt. Before you knew it, your shirt was completely undone, revealing your torso to her exploring hands. A shiver ran through your body as her slightly cool palm pressed against your abdomen for the very first time, the gravity of her body pressing you further into the wall. While you had felt her touch on your skin before, it had never been this intimate, this exhilarating.

As her hand glided over your bare skin, heat coursed through your body, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. The flames within you steadily stoked by every caress. Your breath hitched as her touch lingered, tracing delicate patterns along your abdomen.

Growing desperate you deepened the kiss. Your hands instinctively reach for her, moving from the hem of her shirt to tangle in her hair as you pull her closer. The magnitude of the moment was almost too much, feeling the desire consuming you from within.

Wanda's lips slid against yours with a fervent hunger. Her roving hands continued their journey, tracing every curve and contour of your torso with an almost reverent touch, sending pleasure coursing through your body. As your lips moved in perfect synchrony, heightening your senses, it left you yearning for more. The room was filled with a heady mix of desire and anticipation, as you both gave in to the draw of the moment..

Lost in the haze of passion, you couldn't help but give yourself completely to Wanda's touch. The way she explored every inch of your body with a delicate yet possessive hand left you breathless, craving more of her commanding aura. It was a dance of pleasure and surrender, a symphony of sensations that left you craving her touch like a drug. You had never needed anyone or anything as much as you needed Wanda to continue doing whatever she wanted to you.

As the kiss broke, both of you gasped for air. Wanda, still breathing heavily, leaned back to take in the sight of your newly revealed skin, her eyes darkening with want. Though never having been confident in your own body, often choosing to cover up, to hide in your self-consciousness, the way Wanda was looking at you now though left no doubt she liked what she saw. Yet still your insecurities plagued you, especially now that you were no longer covered up and there was nothing for you to hide behind.

The witch didn’t need to read your mind to know where your thoughts were going. The expression on your face, the way you tried to curl in on yourself made it plain. Voice thick with desire, Wanda needed to reassure you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. Don’t ever let yourself believe otherwise.”

Though you didn’t truly believe her words, her tone and the way she held you like she couldn’t get enough was almost capable of convincing you in and of itself. You decided then that throwing yourself into this was the fastest way to get out of your head. Throwing caution to the wind, you slammed your lips against Wanda’s again, desperate for more of her.

Impatient, you couldn't resist the urge to guide Wanda's hands lower, craving for her to touch you more. Deft fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, sending a surge of pleasure shooting through you, and tearing a quiet gasp from your mouth. Your body responded eagerly to her every caress, arching into her hands, silently begging for more. Emboldened by your response, Wanda's touch grew daring, her kisses to your neck pressing harder leaving red welts that would purple over by tomorrow. Her marks on you would tell all who you belonged to. Her fingers began exploring your body with a newfound confidence. The touch was both gentle and possessive, leaving you with the utter clarity that she wanted to mark every inch of you as her own, even the parts of you no one else would ever see.

The room was filled with the sound of your shared breaths, heavy with desire. Feeling the urgency building within you, your body pressed closer to Wanda's, seeking to ease some of the pressure within. Her touch was all at once overwhelming yet not enough.

Determined to elicit every delicious sound she could from you, one of Wanda's hands finally moved to your breast. Gently she cupped it while her thumb teased you by gliding around your areola, avoiding your hardened bud. She took great enjoyment in your whimpers and gasps as she teased you. If she had it her way, she would keep you like this, never giving you quite what you wanted. Wanda would ease you into that eventually though. For now, this was enough.

Eventually she had mercy on you, letting her thumb lightly graze across your nipple. A deep, throaty groan emanated from within you, your hips bucking against hers, unbidden. Taking the opportunity you had presented her with, Wanda slotted her knee between your thighs, applying firm pressure just where you needed it most. You whispered an exhaled curse as your head slumped forward onto the older woman’s shoulder. Your grip on her tightened, the urge to just rut against Wanda’s leg nearly overpowering what little was left of your rational mind.

Wanda could feel the subtle grinding of your hips against her leg, and she encouraged it, pressing harder each time you arched towards her. The witch grasped your hips firmly, helping to set your rhythm as you desperately sought more friction between the apex of your thighs.

For someone who hadn't even taken off their pants yet, you were surprisingly worked up, but you were far too focused on chasing your high to be overly concerned about it. Sensing how close you were, Wanda pulled away from you, calling forth a keening whine from you. The older woman chuckled softly at your desperation. Her raspy voice next to your ear made you shudder.

"Patience, dorogoya, I don't want you to come just yet unless it's in my mouth or on my fingers."

Wholly unprepared for her words as you were, they almost single-handedly threatened to ruin the witch’s plans as you nearly came on the spot. Wanda was aware that you had likely never edged before, and while she should have shown some mercy, she found no enjoyment in that prospect. Her intention was to have you so drunk for her to the point where you would become a helpless, trembling wreck, willing to do anything she desired just to reach that peak. Then, she planned to repeatedly push you off that ledge so many times that you would be a boneless, quivering mess for her by the time she was done with you.

As her words hung in the air, you felt a mixture of anticipation and hesitation. This was a new territory for you, one that you weren't entirely sure of what you were getting into. But as you looked into Wanda's eyes, filled with desire and a touch of mischief, you couldn't deny your feelings. You wanted to experience everything she was willing to show you, to give yourself fully and trust in her to guide you through this journey of pleasure.

With a deep breath, you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper, "I trust you, Wanda."

A smug smile played on Wanda's lips as she gently held your cheek. "Good," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "I promise you won't regret it. Now, let’s take this to the bed.” She didn’t want your first time together to be rutting up against a wall.

Wanda grasped your hand, leading you the remainder of the distance to your shared bed. Once there the witch assisted you in removing the remnants of your clothes, gently pushing you backwards onto the bed. Before joining you, she took a moment to admire your naked body, as you looked up at her with a combination of desire and excitement. You were uncertain of her intentions, but the fact that you were willing to trust her filled Wanda's heart with joy.

With a gaze that could only be described as ravenous, she studied you and quietly uttered a curse. "Fucking exquisite" she husked, hoping to drive home her words from earlier.

Squirming under her intense gaze, you blushed deeply at her compliment. No one had ever called you that before, not in your entire life. The longer you laid there, alone under her scrutiny, the greater your need for Wanda grew. Before you could ask her to rejoin you, she was already removing her own clothes with purpose. You waited with bated breath, as Wanda revealed her body which you swore could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Honestly, you thought it was a little unfair for someone to look so perfect. You felt absolutely privileged to be in this moment with her, that she had chosen you of all people to witness her glory. No one you had ever seen, in person or even on tv could compare. Wanda was a goddess, and you wanted to worship at her altar.

The redhead knew she was an attractive woman, but your loud thoughts were giving her quite the ego boost. She had you right where she wanted you, but Wanda would be damned if she allowed your self-deprecation to continue. There was not a single doubt in her mind that you were equally deserving to be here with her.

“Your thoughts are loud, malyshka.” She almost giggled at how red your face turned when she called you out, reminding you of her powers, and your gaze dropped.

“While I’m flattered, darling, you need to know.” Wanda said with certainty as she began crawling up the bed towards you. Once she had crawled up the length of your body, the witch trailed her fingertips along your thigh, and up your torso to your face. Curling a graceful finger under your chin, she tilted your face upwards until you made eye contact.

“You are stunning, lyubov moya. There is no one else I would want to be here with right now. Not in the entire multiverse, believe me, I’ve looked. No one but you. Can you trust me on that, Y/N?”

Green eyes searched Y/E/C for any sign of lingering insecurity. With the witch looking at you so earnestly, your doubts faded into the background. They would likely never be completely silent, but in this moment, those thoughts were just white noise. Speaking was currently too difficult for you so instead you simply nodded at her words.

No longer able to hear your uncertainty as loudly, Wanda felt you were ready to continue. “Good, but just to make sure, I’m going to show you.”

Before you could ask what she meant, Wanda kissed you again. Her hand, which was previously under your chin, caressed down your chest and cupped your breast. She gave it a gentle squeeze, causing a soft sound to escape your throat.

As Wanda's touch re-ignited the flicker of pleasure within you, her lips and tongue traced a path of heated kisses down your neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva behind. Her skilled hand continued to explore your body, evoking an oeuvre of gasps and moans. Eventually, her lips settled on one of the places you desired the most, enveloping your nipple.

Once Wanda's lips closed around your hardened bud, a jolt of pleasure shot through your body, causing you to arch your back in response. Her tongue teased and circled the sensitive bud, sending ecstasy pulsating through your veins. While Wanda continued to lavish attention on your aching nipple, her other hand trailed down your body, caressing and exploring every inch of your skin. The combination of her skilled touch and the intense pleasure coursing through your body made it difficult to think or focus on anything else.

Her hand continued its exploration, gliding over your skin with a feather-light touch. Every brush of her fingertips, each flick of her tongue against you sent your arousal to new heights. Your senses were completely consumed by her, the world around you fading once again into a distant blur.

Completely at Wanda's mercy, you found yourself basking in her every touch and caress. The pleasure she was bestowing upon you was the best high you had ever felt, addictive and irresistible. Your mind was filled with a primal need, a craving for more of the pleasure that only she could provide.

Wanda switched breasts, moving to lavish attention on the other one ensuring it didn't feel neglected. Her hand continued to tease your flesh, raising goosebumps to form on your skin.

Unable to sit still, your own hands came up to tangle themselves in the redhead’s hair. Head held firmly in place by you, Wanda's hand slid lower, exploring the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. Svelte fingers teased your entrance, and you gasped as the anticipation nearly undid you. Back arched, begging for more, you whispered a “please!”

Helpless to deny your plea, Wanda's fingers dipped inside you, your slick allowing them to slide in with ease. You moaned lowly as she began to move her fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling and stroking against your most sensitive spots. The pleasure built within you, radiating through your body like an electric current.

Your hands tightened in her hair, pulling her closer to you as your hips instinctively rocked against her hand, seeking deeper pleasure. Wanda matched your movements, her pace increasing, driving you closer to the edge. Her lips found yours once again, swallowing your moans as the pleasure consumed you.

The room was filled with the sound of your shared breaths, the wet, almost obscene sound of her fingers moving inside you, and the symphony of your pleasure. Each stroke of her fingers sent you spiraling further into this rapturous euphoria, your body trembling with desire.

Lost in the carnality of the moment, you could feel the heat building within you, the pressure mounting until you were teetering on the edge. Sensing your imminent release, Wanda's fingers quickened their pace, driving you towards oblivion. Moans growing louder, they mingled with the sound of your ragged breaths.

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” She asked, voice dripping sweetly with lust, not letting up the pace even a little. The woman knew what she was doing to you, and couldn’t resist drawing it out just a bit.

Beneath her, you squirmed and bucked in place, desperation eeking off you in waves. You hadn’t exactly had many partners to begin with, and you had certainly never been especially vocal with any of them. Wanda couldn't have you being all shy on her now though. She wanted to hear each and every sound she could possibly draw out of you as proof of how good she was making you feel, her fingers hitting that special spot deep inside of you that had always been just out of your own reach.

“Now dorogaya, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me? If you can’t answer me then I guess I should stop.” Wanda slowed her pace and you all but wailed your frustration.

“Yes, yes I’m going to come. I’m so close, Wands, please don’t stop!”

Truthfully that should have been enough for her but sadistically she wanted to push your boundaries further still. She smirked at your pleas.

“I won’t stop, Y/N, but you can’t come until I give you permission.”

You didn’t think you had ever been on such a precipice of euphoria before. It was right there if only Wanda would let you. Part of you wanted to ignore what she said and let yourself go, but the part of you that yearned to be good for her won out in the end.

You begged pitifully. “Please Wanda, please let me come! I’ll be your good girl, please, just let me come!” You would say anything the woman wanted as long as she would let you finally finish.

It was positively sinful how your submission made Wanda feel. She wanted to experience you like this every day for the rest of your lives. The tremor of your voice as you begged, how quickly and completely you accepted her commands, it was positively sublime.

“Well when you beg so prettily for me, how can I resist? Be a good girl, Y/N - come for me.” Her fingers curled deliciously, mercilessly hitting your new favorite spot.

With Wanda’s permission, the world shattered around you as your orgasm crashed over. Your body convulsed with exquisite hedonism, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Wanda's name were the only words from your mouth as you rode the high, your orgasm careening over you in a tidal wave of pleasure.

For Wanda, feeling your wet heat tighten around her fingers, practically refusing to allow her to pull back to even help you through your peak, was so perfect. You didn’t know it, but it was enough to make Wanda topple over the edge alongside you, her head dropping to the crook of your neck while she whispered sweet nothings in your ear, struggling to bring you gently down from your high.

As the aftershocks of your release subsided, Wanda gently withdrew her fingers, her touch lingering for a moment before she pressed a soft kiss to your lips. She held you close, her presence a comforting anchor as you came down from the heights of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling of emptiness after being so joyously full.

Breathless and sated, you nestled into her embrace, feeling a profound sense of contentment and connection. And as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt that this was just the beginning of something beautiful between you both. You had made the decision to trust Wanda with your body, heart, and soul, and in this moment, everything felt so right.

Wanting to return the favor, and make Wanda feel as good as you did, but as you tried to shift in her embrace, the former avenger simply held you tighter. Feeling rejected, you wilted in her arms. Perhaps you had already failed to live up to her expectations, so much so that she didn’t even want you to touch her. How heartbreaking to have failed so soon, to never get the chance to prove yourself.

Voice soft, Wanda alleviates your fears. “Not tonight, darling. Tonight was all about you. Rest with me for a little while, detka, I just want to hold you. May I do that, Y/N?”

Murmuring a quiet assent, you settled into the comfort Wanda provided. You both laid there, basking in the intimacy you both had just shared, feeling content and happy. It wasn’t long until your eyes began to droop, signifying you were about to nod off.

Sensing how close you were to sleep, the witch gently roused you. She giggled at your grumblings for the disruption but insisted you both needed to clean up. Shaking your head, you whined as you tried to hold her in place with you, unwilling to let her go for any reason. Wanda had to actively restrain herself from cooing at your adorable stubbornness.

“Come on now, it’ll be just a few minutes and then we can go back to sleep, okay darling?”

Petulantly you shook your head, and Wanda full on belly laughed, holding you tightly to her while she did so. Her laughter was infectious, and you couldn’t help but chuckle as well, knowing you were being a bit ridiculous.

Eventually, both of you calmed down, and Wanda pulled away from your embrace, mentioning that she would be right back. You let her go, but you pouted the entire time she was in the bathroom. After a few moments, you could hear the sink running, and then the witch returned to you with a warm, damp washcloth in her hand. With an unprecedented level of care, Wanda cleaned between your legs, removing any trace of the night's activities, while being mindful not to overstimulate you.

“There we go, detka. All clean. Let me just throw this in the sink, and we can go to sleep.”

Doing exactly as she had said, Wanda quickly returned, swiftly maneuvering her way into the cozy bed beside you. With a few gentle movements, she skillfully arranged the soft sheets to envelop both of you, creating a warm and comfortable cocoon.

Once she was finished setting up the sheets, you wasted no time in crawling back into her arms, burying your face into the divot where her neck and shoulder met. You felt like you had been through the wringer, but in the best way. When she had gotten up to clean you both, with her no longer being in your arms, your emotions had run all over the place. Now all you wanted was to be as physically close to the redhead as possible, to reassure yourself that she wasn’t abandoning you after such a vulnerable act.

Wanda was not at all opposed. Quite thrilled in fact, and as she held you, one hand came to gingerly trace random shapes along the side of your face, whispering nonsensical words of love and solace. Pillowy lips placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

As you drifted off to sleep, feeling safer and happier than in your entire life, you heard Wanda whisper in her native tongue. You were curious, but too far gone to ask her what she meant.

“я так люблю тебя, дорогая. (I love you so much, darling.) I promise I will always keep you safe, and I will never let you go.”

A/N 2: ... Why do I have a higher word count for a chapter with smut than any other chapter? .... Reasons. We're going with "reasons". So uhhh... yay? nay? Yeet myself off a cliff? Also if anyone wants to be added to the taglist just lemme know in the comments.

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𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐒 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] — 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍

summary: when Katniss gets sick and doesn't show any signs of getting better, you fear the worst and have to do whatever you can to make sure she does.

warning/s: mentions of dying + usual warnings that come with writing for the hunger games.

author's note: thanks to everyone who voted on my first lil poll yesterday haha, here’s the katniss one that won! there’s 2 parts and it was written after i just reread all the hunger games books and became hyperfixated on katniss again lmao

i’ll post the jackie taylor yellowjackets one after this for anyone who voted that too :)

two / masterlist / wattpad

I tightened the woolly scarf around my neck, hoping it would do something to keep the cold, bitter air out despite its flimsiness. Winter in District 12 could be unforgiving, but by the look of things from the front window, it hadn't snowed anymore last night.

"I'm leaving, mum!" I called from the front door, grabbing my school bag.

"Have a nice day, hon!" she called back from the kitchen.

When I left my house, the first thing I stepped foot in was grey slush, and I wasn't sure if that was worse than a blizzard at this point. Nonetheless, I sucked it up and headed over to my best friend Katniss' house, not far from my own in the poor, ragged part of the district, the Seam.

We always met at her place before school since it was on the way and we could walk in together, but when I arrived, her little sister, Primrose, answered and looked worried.

"Hey, darling, what's up?" I asked, accepting the hug she gave me as I stepped inside.

"It's Katniss," she muttered. "She won't get out of bed."

Trying not to show my concern, I said, "I'll go check on her. You finish getting ready so we're not late, yeah?"

She nodded and I watched her go into the kitchen to finish her breakfast with her mum, the older woman offering a small smile when she saw me. I returned it before letting myself into the other room of their house, the bedroom that all three of them shared. Inside, Katniss was still in her bed, under the covers and blocking out the light. Whether she was awake, I wasn't sure, but this was certainly unlike her.

"Katniss?" I called, shaking her body slightly. "We're gonna be late, you've gotta get up."

She groaned slightly, not appreciating my interruption, and then seemed to realise what was happening as she rolled over, eyes squinted with confusion.

"Huh? What are you doing?" she mumbled, rubbing her face, and her voice was raspier than usual.

"It's time for school," I said knowingly, before frowning when I saw her cover her eyes with her hand. "Why are you still in bed? Prim has been trying to wake you."

"What...? I don't..." She stopped, before attempting to sit upright, but she squeezed her eyes shut and steadied herself on the bed.

"Hey," I said, much more concerned now, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "You're not okay. Is it your head?"

She clutched her forehead, breathing out slowly. "I don't know. It hurts, it– god, it's bright in here."

I frowned, taking in her pained expression and connecting all the dots. "You're sick. You should stay home today. Get better."

As if I'd accused her of murder, Katniss shook her head and pulled the duvet off her with determination. "I'm not. I'm fine, I–" But just on cue, a throaty cough rattled her.

"I can stay home if you want," I offered, already pulling the duvet back on her. "Help you."

The last thing I wanted was to leave her alone whilst she was ill. Technically her mother would be here, but she wasn't the most attentive since she'd lost her husband, so it was essentially like leaving Katniss alone.

"No, you don't need to," Katniss gave in with a sigh.

"I don't mind," I offered, resting a hand on hers. "I can–"

"It's one day," she assured me, before clearing her throat. "I'll be okay. Go. Please. Or you'll be late."

I sighed disapprovingly before nodding, knowing one day of rest would hopefully prove to be useful. I leaned forward to hug her, about to wish her well, but she shoved me back quickly.

"Don't or you'll get sick," she argued tiredly, making me rub my chest where she shoved me.

"Ow," I said with annoyance, before rolling my eyes and standing up. "Very well. Lay down at least."

Thankfully, she obeyed which was how I knew she must've really felt rundown. Pulling the duvet to her shoulders, I tucked her in before wishing her well and leaving the room. After letting her mum know what was wrong and to keep an eye on her, Prim and I left the house together.

"She's okay, right?" the twelve-year-old asked me as we trudged through the muddy snow.

"Oh yeah, of course," I reassured her with a smile. "It's nothing. Just that time of year."

This seemed to work, as Prim sighed with relief before smiling too. But deep down, a small part of me was a little worried. Firstly, Katniss never got sick, ever. And secondly, whereas a cold might not take some people out, it could be the difference between life and death in a place where it was freezing and had no electricity. I only hoped she'd be able to sleep it off and recover soon.

All day I was thinking of Katniss, unable to focus much at school. When the final bell rang and we were finally let out, I was relieved, only wanting to check on her and hopefully see some improvement. Our friend, Gale, accompanied Prim and I back home, since he lived in the Seam also, and we all went to the Everdeens to see if Katniss was okay.

When we reached their house, we saw Mrs Everdeen helping someone out as part of her job as a healer, so decided not to interrupt and instead headed straight for Katniss. When we walked in, Prim ran to her bedside whilst Gale and I took in the scene. Katniss was still under her covers, as if she'd not moved all day.

"Hey, Catnip," Gale said, hoping to lighten the mood and stir her awake, if she was even asleep.

An annoyed moan was the only response we got, so I settled by her bedside and pulled the duvet down carefully, revealing her face. Her eyes were closed, scrunched with discomfort, but she was sweating. I felt her forehead, surprised at how hot she was, and my worry was increasing.

"How is she?" Prim asked from behind me.

I cleared my throat, pulling my hand back. "Er, warm. But it could be nothing."

Clearly I wasn't the best liar, since she pushed me out the way and felt her sister's forehead before frowning immediately.

"That's not nothing," she exclaimed, before going for the door. "I'm getting mum."

I sighed, but knew it was for the best. When her and her mum returned, the four of us attempted to coax Katniss awake properly. She was reluctant, but finally opened her eyes when I closed the curtains, blocking out the light that was bothering her.

"You're burning, Katniss," I told her gently, taking her hand. Her mum rested a cold cloth on her forehead, moving her hair from her face, and I looked back to her tired eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm just tired," she said dismissively, yawning. "A little cold."

I exchanged nervous glances with Gale, who was as concerned for her as I was.

"You need to listen to your mum and sister," I told her. "They're gonna help you feel better, okay?"

"I'm fine, I just need to rest," she tried to assure me, but she wasn't very convincing.

"Katniss, please," I said quietly, and she looked to me with dark eyes, softening. "Just listen to them."

She nodded, giving in, and I offered her a small smile before looking to her mum for the next step.

"You should both go home," she said to Gale and I. "You can visit tomorrow."

I nodded, not keen to leave Katniss' side but knowing the best care she could be in was her family's. Gale and I said our goodbyes before walking home.

It was supposed to get better after that, Katniss was supposed to get better. But none of it did. She was still bedridden when I visited her after school the next day, though a little more awake than yesterday and itching to get up and leave.

"My legs work fine," she told me with frustration. "Why can't I just get up and push on?"

"Because you're weak, idiot," I told her, giving her a disapproving look. "You've still got a fever, too."

She frowned petulantly, staring off at the wall instead of me. I sighed, resting a hand on hers, and thankfully she didn't pull away.

"Your mum is taking good care of you," I reminded her. "You're gonna be okay, but you need to rest."

"You shouldn't visit me meanwhile," she said after a moment, finally looking at me. "What if I'm contagious?"

I tried not to smile, the thought of not visiting her sounding insane. "I'll live, Katniss."

She exhaled weakly, not bothering to argue. I swallowed hard, taking in her expression. Circles were becoming deeper under her eyes, showing her struggle to sleep properly, and she was still glistening in a thin layer of sweat. Even now, her hand was hot beneath mine, and it terrified me. But I tried not to think of the worst, instead manifesting positive thoughts the best I could.

Enough positivity to make Katniss puke, that was the goal.

Unfortunately, it only got worse from there on out. It was getting colder the deeper we got into winter, which wasn't helping, and Katniss was missing more and more days off school. And then we finally finished school for the year, and Katniss was still unwell.

Unlike that second visit, she wasn't fighting her weakness anymore, unable to play it tough when her migraines were ruining her. Her fever would break, then return, then break again. I didn't understand what was wrong and I'd never been so scared in my life. Gale and her family felt the same, but her mum was surprisingly consistent with her care, doing everything she could to make her daughter better.

But we all knew what nobody would admit – Katniss needed real medicine, none of this herbal stuff.

One day, I was visiting Katniss, going over more and more now that school was done, but she wasn't always awake when I visited. Thankfully she was today, and when I walked in, her head turned to the door to see who it was. When she saw it was me, she shook her head, unimpressed.

"You shouldn't be here," she said as she always did, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

Ignoring her, I took a seat at the edge of her bed, aware of her eyes following my every move.

"Prim," she began, but I answered before she needed to finish.

"She's at Gale's," I reassured her, making her sigh with relief.

Having Prim seeing her like this always worried her, but I was making sure that the younger Everdeen wasn't always around. Of course, she was stubborn like her sister and sometimes insisted. Today though, she was content spending the day with Gale's siblings.

I looked down at Katniss, noticing how much weight she'd lost these past few weeks. She was already skinny, a consequence of living in District 12, but this was sickly, haunting. I'd never seen her so rundown before and I was seriously terrified that if we didn't get her real medicine soon, she could die. Nobody had a cold or flu or whatever it was for this damn long. She was struggling to eat properly, to stand at all, and she looked like hell. I couldn't just watch her deteriorate like this. Not my best friend. Not the girl I cared way too much for.

"Stop it," she said, an accidental whisper. "Stop looking at me like that."

"I'm not doing anything," I defended, embarrassed I'd been caught.

She knew me too well though. "I'll be okay. In fact–" She paused, and then suddenly attempted to sit upright, but her arms were too weak to hold her up and she slipped right back down. The tears were quick to pool in her eyes, a matching scowl on her face, at her incompetence.

"It's okay," I said sympathetically, taking her hand in between mine.

She squeezed it tight, like a lifeline, but avoided my eyes. A tear slipped from hers, and I pretended not to see it for her sake.

"I need to hunt," she said with a hoarse voice, no doubt holding in her emotion.

"Gale has it under control," I said, only imagining all she'd been worrying herself with whilst stuck here. She was the sole provider for her family, and with her out of action, the responsibilities were piling up.

"He has his own family to worry about," she snapped, before catching herself, instantly feeling bad. Quieter, she said, "It's not enough."

She wasn't wrong, of course, but I would never let her know that. Gale barely found enough to feed his own family, especially during winter, and he was sparing what little he could to keep Prim and her mum afloat. I did the same with what scraps I got, but I was no hunter and couldn't offer extra game like he could.

"We're sorting it," I said confidently. "Your mum and Prim are okay, aren't they?"

She finally met my eyes, hers glassy and exhausted. "For how long?"

It was much harder to lie to her when she was looking right at me, so I cleared my throat and forced a small smile. "All the more reason to get better, right?"

She pursed her lips, looking away again. It was quiet as she laid there, me holding her hand and keeping her company. I knew how horrible it could be when you were sick and alone, so I made sure not leave her side, as her eyes began to flicker close, struggling to fight the tiredness. I moved closer, pushing the hair from her eyes and raking my hands through her roots, knowing she liked the feeling but would never admit it. I was proven right when she let out a deep breath, squeezing my hand in approval, and I smiled softly at how cute she could be when she didn't even know it.

Only when she was out of it did I feel my tears blur my vision, unable to pretend that I was okay. She wasn't looking any better, and I couldn't just watch her like this, unable to do a thing.

I leaned forward, kissing her forehead, and closed my eyes briefly, praying to whatever God was out there that she'd be okay.

Everyone had their special something, a skill they had perfected or a hobby they could get lost in. Mine? I hadn't discovered it yet. I suppose I was doing pretty well in school, so taking tests could count, though it was a shit skill to have, impractical. But hunting, that was Katniss' and Gale's thing. No, definitely not mine.

They'd taken me out once, letting me join them on their weekly escapade. Gale found it hilarious that I moved too loudly, scaring away the prey, or that I stepped in my own trap, getting my foot stuck in the rope. I let him enjoy himself at my expense, knowing it was inevitable. Katniss however, despite the small smile that would ghost her lips at something stupid I'd do, was adamant on helping me. She took it too seriously, showing me how to use her prized bow and how to sneak around better. I'd like to say it worked, that I learnt something, but it didn't. It was safe to say they never took me again.

So, when I found myself in the forbidden woods outside the District 12 fence, with Katniss' bow in hand, I felt like a foreigner. I wasn't familiar with these woods, especially not in winter when it was a completely different ballgame to what I'd 'practiced' in last summer. Katniss' bow was too big for me, and no matter how hard I tried to take her familiar hunting routes, my approach always scared away the prey.

I was out there for two hours, certain my fingers would fall off from the cold, but I refused to give up. I couldn't return empty handed. Gale hadn't been successful last week, and family responsibilities had kept him from hunting today like he usually did. So, I took it upon myself to do it, especially because Prim was so hungry, her little face shrinking the longer Katniss was bedridden. I couldn't let her down, any of them, so I pushed on.

But every arrow I let fly missed its target, and every squirrel I approached scampered off. The sun, hidden behind thick clouds, was setting and it was getting dark out, even though the afternoon was barely over. I had to go home, but I had nothing to show for it. I couldn't even pick any edible plants because everything was frozen. I was a failure.

I couldn't catch a thing; the one job I had, to keep Prim fed, was failing; Katniss was dying and I couldn't do a thing to change any of it.

Tears streamed down my face, hot against the cold of my cheeks, and I collapsed in the snow, unbothered by it melting into the cotton of my trousers. It didn't matter anymore.

She wasn't getting better. Every day I visited her, she looked worse for wear. If it wasn't her fevers, it was her migraines. And if it wasn't her migraines, it was her throat. I was losing her day by day and I felt powerless. I couldn't even shoot a fucking squirrel to help. Nothing was working.

I was going to lose her.

Admittedly, I wallowed in self-pity for a little longer, appreciating having somewhere private to let it all out. It was hard playing it positive and tough all the time, for Prim's and Katniss' sake, when the truth was I was scared shitless. Living in a world without my best friend, the girl I so deeply loved to the point that she'd laugh if she ever found out, was terrifying. I didn't even want to envision it.

It was dark by the time I returned to the Everdeens home. I would have much preferred to go straight home, but I couldn't not update them on my false promise.

"Y/N!" Prim exclaimed when she opened the door, before tugging me in instantly.

"Hey," I said, forcing a smile, and I was glad the redness from the cold disguised my red eyes from crying.

"You're freezing," she realised, before calling for her mum. "You were gone for ages! Come, sit in front of the fire."

I pulled back as she attempted to drag me to the fire, and then her mum appeared and noticed the same thing Prim did.

"Y/N, you need to warm up–"

"I will, at my house," I promised her. "I just came to tell you that I– that–" I paused, afraid of the shakiness of my voice. Swallowing thickly, I said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't– I'm not–"

Fuck, why was this so hard?

"I'm gonna figure it out," I changed my words, nodding confidently. "I'll get some food. I'm sorry. I–"

Prim suddenly hugged me, arms wrapping around my torso and squeezing so tightly that I could have snapped in half from how frozen I was. But I appreciated it nonetheless and returned the gesture, letting out a shaky breath.

"Don't do it again," her mum said gently, resting a hand on my cheek before hugging me too.

I blinked back my tears as I let myself relax in their comfort.

I couldn't just stand by and do nothing anymore, and there was only one thing that I knew I could do. None of us could ever afford the medicine Katniss needed from the doctor in town, unless we traded something valuable, like food.

If I used my tesserae, adding my name another time into the potential tributes for District 12, I would receive a year's supply of oil and grain. Participants could only apply once for themselves, and once for any of their family members if they were between the ages of 12 and 18. I'd used mine for this year, but I could still use it on behalf of my parents. They never wanted me to, but this was an emergency and they didn't need to know.

So, on behalf of them, I used my tesserae and traded that two years' supply of oil and grain with the doctor in exchange for the medicine that would make Katniss better. After describing all her symptoms, he explained how it was some complex form of a cold, rare but deadly. I was lucky I'd got to him in time.

Gale didn't approve of my plan when I told him, trying to talk me out of it. Just like Katniss, he cared about whether I used my tesserae without needing to. I could see it was killing him to watch me do it anyway, wanting to do it himself if he could, but he'd already used all his family's tesserae for the year. It was the first thing he did every time it was available, having no choice since he had a big family.

After I collected the medicine from the doctor, I was quick to return to Katniss' house, giving a rushed explanation to her mum about the medicine and what the doctor said about administering it and how it would save her life.

"Y/N, how did you get this?" she asked once I finished to catch my breath.

"It doesn't matter," I said to her. "But it'll help. We can give her the first dose now."

"Y/N–”

"Mrs Everdeen, please," I pleaded, and she must have seen the desperation in my expression because she nodded slowly and went to make Katniss some tea with the medicine in it. It was a syrup of some sort, so the mint tea should have made it a bit more palatable.

Eventually we both went to Katniss' room, where Prim was sat beside her, holding her hand and chatting quietly. When she spotted us both, she perked up and smiled a little.

"Hey, Prim," I said, returning her smile and joining her side. "How's the patient?"

"She's got a headache," Prim answered, and I looked to Katniss who had a wet towel pressed to her eyes, both cooling her down and also blocking out the light.

"Y/N?" Katniss whispered, though unmoving.

"Yours truly," I said playfully, needing to disguise the permanent concern that was in my voice. "We brought you some tea, Katniss."

She groaned quietly. "I don't want it."

Her mum glanced at me, unsure how to proceed, so I took the mug from her hand and placed it on the bedside table.

"It'll help," I promised her, before gently pulling her duvet down. "Can you sit up for me, please?"

She sighed but thankfully obeyed, allowing me to help her sit upright. She leaned against the bed frame and let me remove the towel from her eyes. I smiled when I saw her blue eyes, though they were fatigued as they had been since she'd gotten sick. Not for long, hopefully.

"Drink up," I encouraged, offering her the mug.

She silently accepted it, blowing on the tea before taking the first sip. Her face scrunched up with disgust. "What is that?"

"New herbal remedy," her mum answered before I could struggle to.

Katniss wasn't impressed, but managed to drink the whole thing, probably because she knew I'd let her go to sleep if she did. After laying back down, I pulled the duvet back over her and pushed her hair behind her ear, smiling reassuringly.

"You should feel better with that," I told her with certainty.

She didn't reply, eyes avoiding mine, something I'd noticed she'd been doing for a while now. It was like she knew she wasn't getting better and was scared to admit the truth, but this was different. This would finally work.

Prim and I stayed by her side until she fell asleep, and that was when I told her about the medicine. The pure joy and relief on her face was enough to let me know I'd made the right decision, and she hugged me so tightly that I almost lost my breath.

"I told you she'd be okay," I said with a small smile, accepting her hug. "And so will you."

"Thank you," she muttered into my shoulder.

I squeezed her gently before we stayed there, sat side by side. She didn't want to leave Katniss' side, and neither did I, but it was getting late and, at some point, Prim had dozed off on my shoulder. Only after I had tucked her into her mum's bed did Mrs Everdeen politely kick me out, forcing me to get some rest of my own at home. For once, I didn't argue it, my exhaustion catching up to me. Plus, I could sleep well knowing Katniss would already be doing a lot better tonight.

As soon as I woke up and remembered the medicine the next morning, I headed straight to the Everdeens place, hoping to see some sort of improvement with Katniss. So you can imagine my surprise when I walked into her room and saw her sat upright in bed, eating an actual breakfast on a tray.

"Katniss!" I said with disbelief, before rushing to hug her. "You're eating!"

She returned my hug and I pulled up a chair beside her bed, studying her curiously. She'd looked like she'd had a better sleep than she usually did, and she was actually holding up her own weight which was an achievement in itself. The medication was working!

The sight of her looking a lot healthier and actually improving from her poor condition brought tears to my eyes, but I willed them away. She'd hate to see me crying over her, but I genuinely couldn't believe it.

"I'm not stupid," she said with a raspy voice, eyes narrowed my way.

I furrowed my brows. "What?"

She frowned. "You think I don't know that you gave me actual medicine last night? There's no other explanation for why I'm feeling better. And I know it's not because of a damn herbal remedy. I was doomed, Y/N. So, what the hell did you do?"

"So you do feel better?"

"Y/N!"

I sighed as she raised her voice. "Okay, look, I'm sorry for lying to you, but you wouldn't have taken it if I'd told you."

"Damn right I wouldn't have!" she snapped, glaring at me. "We can't afford that! Which brings me to my next question. How the hell did you get it?"

I shook my head, looking down at her breakfast tray. "It's not your concern."

"Y/N, I swear to God I'll–"

"What?" I cut her off, meeting her hard stare with my own. "You'll what?"

Her eyes flickered between mine before softening. "Y/N. Please."

I could have given in so easily, just from a simple glance, but I refused to let her bait me. I ignored her instead, shaking my head and returning my gaze to her breakfast tray.

"You traded something," she guessed, back to her irritated self. When I didn't answer, she said, "What? What did you trade?"

Again, I said nothing, neither confirming nor denying, but she wasn't having it.

"Goddamn it, Y/N!" she shouted, but her voice was still weak so it was more of a broken yell. "You can't just sit there in silence whilst I–"

"Stop it!" I raised my voice too, glaring at her.

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

I frowned, eyes pooling with tears. "I was thinking that I couldn't just sit here and watch and not do anything! I was thinking that I was terrified that you would die! That you were getting worse and worse every day, and that I would lose you, Katniss!"

Her eyes were glassy as they met mine. "How many times?"

I scoffed, looking away. "Katniss, not now."

I expected her to yell again, but she said in a quiet voice, "Please. How many times is your name in there?"

I clenched my jaw, crossing my arms over my chest stubbornly. But when I glanced at her, she was watching me like a little girl who'd just lost her puppy, and I couldn't not respond.

"Not a lot," I tried to sugar coat it. "Only twelve times." At this, she released a sharp breath. "I traded two years of food with the doctor. It was enough to get the medicine."

She pushed the tray off her lap before pulling her knees to her chest, hiding her face between them. She was shaking her head and I knew she was crying, the sniffling giving it away. Feeling insanely bad, I sat on the bed beside her and pulled her in for a side hug the best I could.

"It's okay," I told her, rubbing her arm. "I chose to do it, Katniss. And I'd do it again, over and over, if it means you'll be okay."

She shook her head. "You shouldn't have," she said with a muffled voice, her head still tucked between her legs.

"You shouldn't have got sick," I tried to joke, but she only looked up at me with red eyes and quivering lips. I lost my smile, admitting, "I wasn't going to lose you. You don't get it."

I love you, I wanted to add, but I couldn't.

"Neither do you," she mumbled, before shoving me off her childishly.

I didn't get to question her because she pulled the tray back onto her lap and tried to finish off the remainder of stale bread in her plate. I returned to my seat next to her bed, watching as she sulked, ate and gave me the temporary silent treatment. I didn't care too much, as long as she was eating.

Once she finished, I took the tray and put it to the side momentarily, flashing her a supportive smile.

"You finished every last bit," I pointed out. "I'm proud of you."

She rolled her eyes, but that only made me smile more because it meant she had the effort to be annoyed at me, which was something she hadn't had for a while now.

"Did you have your morning dose of medicine?" I asked reluctantly, but needing to know.

She nodded, crossing her arms. "My mum gave it me earlier."

I relaxed. "Good."

Before I could say anything else, the door to the bedroom opened and Prim ran in, a bright smile on her face. Despite Katniss' annoyance with me, she couldn't resist returning her sister's smile, accepting her onto the bed and hugging her.

"You already look so much better," Prim was saying with amazement. "I was so scared."

"Well, there's no need to be," Katniss reassured her. "You didn't struggle too much without me, right?"

Prim shook her head. "Gale and Y/N have been helping. Y/N wouldn't leave. Mum had to kick her out a lot."

I facepalmed, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. It only deepened when Katniss glanced my way with an unreadable expression.

"Yeah, she has a tendency to not listen," she said, making me roll my eyes.

"She saved you," Prim said to her.

Katniss licked her lips. "I know."

I felt awkward, definitely not wanting the credit, I just wanted her to be okay. But then Prim changed the subject, catching Katniss up on all she'd missed, so I was able to sit back and witness it all, chiming in whenever Prim needed.

For once, Katniss was able to listen and actually hold a conversation. It was heartwarming to see, and if this was what she was like after one dose, I couldn't wait until she'd had the full thing.

#katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen imagine #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games #jennifer lawrence #katniss everdeen x you

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boowomp · 1 month ago

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What part of the calorie post is pissing you off, just the tone or like the content of it?

both bc like. in trying to make anyone who would ever want a low calorie meal sound like an idiot that person just ends up sounding really ignorant and patronizing. i might go on a short rant here and pls keep in mind that as someone who has been fat my whole life and like. pretty traumatized by fatphobia and medicalized weight loss shit im not advocating for diet culture as a whole but like

ok first of all. not everyone is an idiot i think most people who want low calorie meals know more or less what the function of a calorie is. unless someone is like. idk, anorexic and on the verge of death, they probably comprehend and accept that they need calories every day to function and stay alive.

obviously i'm against framing of calories as inherently evil and something to be avoided at all cost. but like. there are reasons someone might want a meal that is filling and high in protein but low in carbs. just because calories aren't the devil doesn't mean the only moral mindset to have is "i must have as much as possible." especially when it's a detriment to someone's goals with their own body.

it honestly just feels like another side of the moralizing health and diet coin- obviously not as harmful or powerful as the mindset of fatphobia, but like. idk. i think there are mentally healthy and body neutral reasons for someone to lose weight.

also the "haha this idiot thinks that putting cheese on broccoli ruins its nutritional value" shit is like. just willfully obtuse i think. like obviously nobody thinks that putting cheese on broccoli will take away the vitamins and fiber and shit. its obviously just referring to the fact that it makes the meal more calorie dense. and like. idk. anyone who's talking about the calorie density of their broccoli is probably someone with access to most of the calorie rich food our society has to offer. the whole "BUT CALORIES FUEL US!!" thing is like... idk. kiiind of irrelevant when it's kind of assumed that that person is getting enough to fuel them anyway. like. humans weren't built to have office jobs. our needs can change when we aren't running around hunting mammoth and shit.

honestly i get the feeling sometimes that some people kind of overcorrect for all the fatphobia in the world by acting like keeping track of one's diet, or god forbid, losing weight, means you're taking the opposing side in the cosmic health-moralizing war. and like. we KNOW fatphobia is bad and fucks up people's lives and makes it just hard to navigate the world as a fat person. so idk why we get surprised when people want to escape that. i mean. i've kinda been trying to lately too. in part because i'm trying to get approved for a surgery, but also bc of back pain, wanting to be stronger, wanting to do more, and also, yes, because fatphobia makes my life harder. it doesn't mean that i worship skinniness or even that i want to be skinny because honestly i don't feel the need to take it that far.

so yeah idk a big viral post willfully misinterpreting the entire point of anything being "low calorie" is pissing me off. i really don't want to start anything with op because i'm all for tearing down diet culture but i really don't think this kind of overcorrection is the way to do it.

#btw i'm not saying all or most of weight loss stuff out there is good or has a healthy attitude about weight #in fact i'm having a hard time finding specifically motivational stuff that isnt along the lines of 'WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SEXY BEACH BODIES!#but just sharing a recipe on its own is like. fine #i mean the whole point of a low calorie recipe is being able to eat MORE.

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So this isnt a pride req but you still don't have to answer!! But how do you draw so quickly?? I swear you draw like 2-4 times a day? I wanna get on a really good schedule about that so I can keep up with a art blog but idk how to draw fast! How'd you do it?

I hope it helps If I go over my entire process here because I've been wanting to showcase my process for awhile anyways :}

Haha! Yeah, i usually try and draw ~4 things min a day. Now, let me clarify, to run an art blog you don't have to draw fast! I do try and take breaks if I need them!!! But a lot of my speed has to do with the fact I've just been in a very art-inclined mood as of late :} It's a lot easier to draw if you WANT to draw! and knowing people like my stuff is a huge motivator.

Long post below where I explain my process and some of the shortcuts I take!! :]

For more skill-based tips though, my method definitely helps. Drawing lineless and paying attention to my stabilizer helps a lot. I'm definitely not a perfectionist when it comes to my art and I do tend to reuse poses I KNOW im comfortable with if I'm not in the mood to go all out.

I sketch freely with loose stabilizer using a pencil-like pen that allows me to get a good idea of the details I want down... Ex:

I have a very good grasp on the way i draw slugcats and how their bodies are shaped! Depending on the characters you're drawing, you should try drawing them a TON to get to a point where you can sketch them without even looking at a ref of any kind. My designs tend to stay consistent as I have a solid idea of each slugcat in my mind! It helps me pace myself as I generally don't need refs! :}

Next, I blot out my main body shape. I then, using a clip layer, add in lines and line in limbs! Generally I do this all in the same colour, get the main shapes down before you add detail and all that...

I blot out different regions of my character in different colours and section off areas to ensure I can later select these and go over them! Doing lineless helps me a ton as I don't use a lot of layers! it's just the style im more used to :}

Lastly, I add in my colours and adjust places where I can adding in all markings and details and recolouring where I need to! I use the selection wand to help me and I also use clip layers.

The details are relatively easy for me, most of the time its just getting to doodle whatever I want to make the colour combo look the best I can!!! :} The final result of this one will be posted on its own, but I just use CSP tools to add an outline-- I'm not sure if you use Clip Studio Paint, but if you do, you can use the effect feature!

Its just a little thing I add to make my drawing pop against the background!!!! :D

Anddd thats how I pump out art at an inhuman rate! Drawing is one of the few things I can do without my chronic pain kicking my ass so a lot of my day is spent at my computer cozy n' arting! Drawing for too long does cause fatigue in anyone though! I reccomend listening to something engaging in the background (if your attention can take it) and taking regular breaks every ~15-30 minutes.

This piece took me 30 minutes?? maybe a little more! I hope this gave you what you were lookin for :D!!!!! I wish u well in ur art blog n' make sure not to stress urself!!!!!

#moons - talks #long post #art guide #art tips #art advice #I hope this is actually helpful lolll ive been wanting to talk about this for a stupidly long time

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woniebunny · 4 months ago

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ITS JUST SOME HOCUS POCUS

PAIRING: SIM JAEYUN X BLACK CAT SANDERSON!READER, PLATONIC!BINX X READER

GENRE: FLUFF, SLIGHT ANGST, DARK HUMOUR, FANTASY

WARNINGS: CURSING, MENTIONS OF DEATH/DARK THEMES, SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE THEMES

WORD COUNT: 18.2k

A/N: Heyy lovies! Sooo originally I wanted to post this for Halloween but then a bunch of stuff came up in my personal life and I didn't get much time to write... so then I decided to make this a birthday fic for our Ikeu but uhh it's slightlyyy late whoops😬. I ended up getting way more into this than I originally thought I would (aka going from estimated 5k to 18.2k) but I'm very proud of myself and I feel like it came out just how I wanted and ngl I did pour some blood, sweat, and tears into this.. it's officially my first baby. I did proof read and fix things a couple times but there might still be some minor errors, please let me know if y’all see any 🙏🏼. I hope you guys enjoy and as always likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated!!💕 P.S if you would like to be tagged in future fic posts let me know.

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October 31st 1963

Come little children

I’ll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment.

Come little children

The times come to play here in my garden of shadows

Arises an eerily mellifluous voice emanating through the foggy village of Salem like a siren under the full moons glow, summoning sweet little Emily Binx as if entranced. Giggles and whispers permeate through the village as she skips heading towards the dark forest, her white nightgown flowing in the wind and her dirtied bare feet crunching fallen dead leaves and twigs as she nears the edge, oblivious of the calls of her name from her older brother Thackery Binx running behind her, begging her to stop.

Follow sweet children

I’ll show thee the way

Through all the pain and the sorrows

Weep not poor children

For life is this way

Murdering beauty and passions

As Thackery trudges through the rugged forest he comes across a dark lonely cottage with a water mill, rushing to hide on the side he can hear the sounds of cackling from three sisters. The Sanderson sisters to be exact. Peeking through a window he can see their figures crowded around a chair holding Emily. Staying hidden as they flutter around the room gathering ingredients for their potion, he overhears their plans of using Emily as a life source to make themselves younger and more beautiful. Determined to save his sister, he sneakily climbs the powerless mill and enters through a secret window accessing a slight platform that overlooks the whole room only then noticing a beautiful young teen tied to a chair with tears in her eyes, glaring at the witches from the corner. Mary Sanderson catching a faint whiff of a familiar scent begins slowly sniffing around the room, “sister I smell a child”. Winifred Sanderson the eldest of the three, turns to her with an incredulous expression grabbing her by the shoulders and points at Emily stating “what does thoust call that”. “Oh, right”. “Make yourself useful, unlike our bratty baby sister over there, and bring me a dead man’s toe and make it fresh” orders Winifred, “dead’s man toe *sniff* fresh haha”. Mary and Sarah begin goofing around and throwing dead man’s toes at each other accidentally throwing one at the eldest. “Will you two stop that! I need to concentrate” she exclaims as she whips back around to finish up the potion, completing it with part of each of the three sisters tongue. Scooping some into a big wooden ladle, she commands the sisters to hold Emily as she makes her drink a sip of the potion. The young teenager, Y/N Sanderson, immediately begins trying to undo the silencing spell her eldest sister put on her while silently screaming at them to leave the child alone and struggling against the cursed binds keeping her in place as she watches Emily begin to glow and her body turning almost transparent as that of a ghost. Delighted by the success of the potion, Winifred suggests that her sisters hold onto her so that they may share the life source together in celebration. As they begin to inhale, slowly sucking in the energy from Emily, Thackery jumps down and tries to attack the sisters bringing their attention to him. Winifred irritated at the interruption zaps him with cracks of lightning, using her magic to keep him in place as they finish sucking all of the energy from Emily making him watch. After transforming into younger, healthier, more beautiful versions of themselves as a result of the spell, Winifred decides to punish Thackery by cursing him to be a cat and live eternally with the guilt of failing to save his sister. “NOOOOO!” screams Y/N after undoing the silencing spell and binds, feeling helpless and horrified at not being able to help either of the Binx children. “Oh don’t worry sweet baby sister of mine, I didn’t forget about you. Since you wanna care for these mere mortals so badly I’ll give you the same fate. You will get to live the rest of your life with the guilt of not being able to save any of you, as well as betraying your sisters!” Winifred proclaims turning Y/N into a black cat before she could even get a word or sound out. At that moment the villagers led by the Binx parents show up banging on the door calling on the witches to surrender themselves. Y/N quickly exits out one of the windows and goes to hide, watching as the villagers break down the door and grab the sisters, forcing them down to the town hall to be hanged for their actions. Angered by their turn of fate, Winifred calls upon her book and with her last words vows

“Fools!

All of you!

My ungodly book speaks to you,

when all hallows eve and the moon is round

a virgin will summon us from under the ground

ahahahah ahahaha

we shall be back

and the lives of all the children shall be mine!”

Thackery after being ignored and kicked at by his father goes to find Y/N, together they decide to take turns watching over the house vowing to protect and prevent anyone else from having a similar fate to Emily.

October 31st 1993

Poor Thackery Binx not his mother nor his father nor anyone knows what became of him those 300 years ago and so The Sanderson sisters were hanged by the town folk. Now there are those who say that on Halloween night a black cat still guards the old Sanderson house warning off any who might make the witches come back to life haa! She whips around and throws a soft fabric at a student, Ahhhh! Loud laughter echoes off the classroom walls as the young teens witness their classmate get spooked from the teachers tricks.

"Give me a break" scoffs Jake, "Uh huh. We seem to have a sceptic in our mists.. Mr.Sim would you care to enlighten us with your California laid back, tie dyed point of view?" "Okay." Jake straightens in his seat to continue his thoughts. "Granted that you guys here in Salem are all into these black cats and witches and stuff, Halloween was invented by the candy companies. It's a total conspiracy." He snarks. Boos and come ons breakout among the class. "Actually, it just so happens that Halloween is based on the ancient feast called All Hallow's Eve” starts a blonde girl named Allison, "It's the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to Earth." Yeahs and whoops get cheered from the enthusiastic crowd. Jake shakes his head while continuing to doodle in his notebook. Exiting the building he walks straight to his bike and starts his 10 min ride home, passing Allison on his way, "Jake!" he stops as he hears a call of his name. Turning around he sees Allison walking up to him. "You just moved here huh?" she asks. "Yeah". "Must be a big change for you." "Yeah that's for sure" he replies sarcastically. "What, you don't like it here?" "Oh noo, the leaves are great! But... idk it's all this Halloween stuff” “You don't believe in it?" "What you mean like the Sanderson sisters?" Allison nods, "No way". "Even on Halloween" she asks, "especially not on Halloween". "Hmmm.. trick or treat?" She asks handing him a piece of paper and walking away, opening it up Jake sees it's a paper with her number on it. Shaking his head in disbelief, he continues his trek home cutting through the cemetery. As he approaches a set of headstones a tall blonde teen with hair to his shoulder and a black leather jacket and another heftier teen with a fedora pops up “halt who are you?” “Jake, I just moved here. “From where?” “Los Angeles” the two teens turn to each other confused not understanding what Jakes talking about “LA”. “OHH” says the blonde. “Dude tubular” says the heftier one. The blonde begins to introduce himself “I’m Jay, this is Ernie” as he points at the other teen he grabs Jay by the collar and claims “how many times I gotta tell you my name ain’t Ernie no more, it’s ice” Jay just nods his head and continues “This is ice” who at the new and approved introduction turns around showcasing an undercut with ice marked out on the back of his head. Jake just continues almost grimacing at them. “So” starts Jay “do you gotta butt?” “nah I don’t smoke”. “They must be very health conscious in LA” claims Ice, “you got any cash Hollywood?” “No”. “Gee! We don’t get any smokes from you, we don’t get any cash from you, what am I supposed to do with my afternoon?” “Idk, maybe you could learn to breathe through your nose” Jake says with disgust. “AHAHAHAH EHEM” Jay bursts out with laughter but tries to cover it with a cough after seeing Ice’s facial expression. Looking down at Jake he notices his trainers “whoa, check out the new cross trainers”, Ice now excited at hearing something he could use against Jake says “cool lemme try em on” Jake trying to turn and leave not wanting to deal with such nonsense gets stopped by Jay shaking his head with a smile “uh uh” together Jay and Ice grab him and steal his trainers. As he rides away, heading the rest of the way home, he can hear Jay yell out “later dude” followed by Ice’s snarky “see ya Hollywood”.

Jake glides into his driveway right after the town clock bells chime. Parking his bike and locking his kickstand, he jogs up the few steps to the front door barging in with the door slamming shut behind him stomping past his parents unpacking in the kitchen. “Hey Jaeyunie! Hey, how was school honey?” his mum asks. “It fucking sucked” he harshly replies heading towards the steps to go upstairs to his room, his father hearing his tone shouts after him “hey, hey, hey watch your language”. Jake just scoffs retorting back “ I can’t believe you made me move here!” and continues upstairs to his room. Once in front of his door decorated with a mini California license plate with his name engraved on it with a “JAKES ROOM STOP DO NOT ENTER” sign, he proceeds to bang his head 3 times on the door, his baseball cap slowly sliding up his head, bangs his fist one time and then slams his door shut behind him. Heading to his bed he begins to chuck off his hat, bag, and bomber jacket throwing them haphazardly around the room. Plopping onto the edge of his bed he opens the lid to his fish tank with a resigned “hey guys” as he drops in some food for them before sprawling out completely on the bed. Meanwhile in the kitchen as his father is testing out one of the kitchen appliances they’re unpacking, Jaeyun's mother realizes something was off “huh” “what honey” “he wasn’t wearing any trainers?” “Idk must be some form of protest, don’t worry yourself too much about it”. As Jake tries to relax a bit, he hears his closet doors slide open and a loud “BOO!” “NI-KIII” he exclaims. “I scared you, I scared you ha ha ha ha ha ha” Ni-ki giggles “mum and dad told you stay outta my room!” Jake says annoyed that his silence was disturbed. “Pshh don’t be such a crab Jakeyyy and guess what” “what” “you’re gonna take me trick or treating!!” Ni-ki exclaims excitedly. “No”. “Mum said you have to take me” “well she can take you” “can’t, her and dad are going to the party at town hall” “well you’re eight go by yourself” Jake says walking over to his drum set in the corner beginning to play them loudly. “No way! This is my first time I’ll get lost besides it’s a full moon tonight the weirdos are out tonight!” Seeing that Jake’s not interested and gonna keep trying to ignore him Ni-ki walks over wrapping his arms around his neck in a side hug “ come on yunieee can’t you forget about being a cool teenager just for one night pleaseeeee? Come on, we used to have sooooo much fun trick or treating together remember? It’ll be like the old days!” “The old days are dead” claims Jake grumpily. “It doesn’t matter what you say, you’re taking me” demands Ni-ki irritated now. “Wanna bet” Jake deadpans looking Ni-ki straight in the eyes. Throwing his drumsticks down, he gets up climbing some of the steps to his lookout and sits on one of them with his arms crossed looking out the window. Ni-ki annoyed and sick of trying to convince him the nice way screeches out “MUMMMMMMM”.

Jake knowing theres no getting around it now gets changed into jeans, a sweater, and a bomber jacket with a grey and black baseball cap throwing on some shades, hoping to hide his appearance even just a little bit. "Let's go the bewitching hour is about to begin!" sings out their father trying to rush everyone out the house. Heading down stairs Jake sees his parents dressed up for the town party while fussing over Ni-ki's outfit. Ni-Ki dressed as a warlock happily jumps at his dad pretending to cast a curse, while their dad feigns being petrified "Ahh nooo he's got me, HE'S GOT ME!" while their mum laughs. After everyone calms down a bit they decide to take a family pic, Jake begrudgingly joins for the photo knowing it'll be quicker to get it over with. "What are you even supposed to be?" asks their father "a rap singer" "oh, shouldn't your hat be sideways then" he says turning his hat. "Say Halloween" calls their mother with her camera ready "HALLOWEEN!!". Jake and Ni-ki leave to go trick or treating around their new neighbourhood while their parents head to the town hall party. For the next half hour Ni-ki and Jake go from house to house filling up Ni-ki's jack o lantern bucket with sweets and goodies. Sitting on the last step at the present house, Jake checks his watch and asks Ni-ki if he's ready to go home as he comes back down the steps to join him. "Oh lighten up Jake, we still have a bunch more houses. Lets go!".

Hearing a loud commotion, Jake looks up and realizes Jay and Ice are harassing the other trick or treaters and tries to grab Ni-ki to go another way to avoid them. Too excited at the prospect of more candy and not really caring about the older boys Ni-ki goes to walk past them. Jay and Ice immediately stop him "Ding Ding, Ding Ding" and tells him that he needs to pay a "toll fee" if he wants to get through. "Ten chocolate bars and no licorice" "yeah! dump out your sack!". "Drop dead, morons" Ni-ki says with a glare. " Yo twerp, how would you like to be hung off that telephone poll?" "Please" Ni-ki scoffs out, "I'd love to see you try, my brother would kick your asses" "Jake!" "ohhh if it isn't Hollywood, haha doing a little trick or treating are we?". "Im just taking my brother around." "Ohh thats nice, loveee the costume, but.. what are you supposed to be? A new kid on the block? Hahaha". " For your information, he's a rapper. Not that you morons would know anything about that". Jake just rolls his eyes and grabs Ni-ki's hand while trying to leave but Ice blocks his way. "Hey, no one leaves without paying the toll. So pay up". "Oh shut it zit-face" Ni-ki exclaims completely over this interaction. Ice getting mad at being insulted, turns to go after Ni-ki but Jake stops him and hands him a spare pillowcase filled with some candy "Ice, here. Pig out" he says pointedly. Grabbing Ni-ki's hand he speed walks away trying to get the both of them as far away as possible from them. "You should've punched them" exclaims Ni-ki annoyed, "I can't take on a whole group Ni-ki they'd kill me" "At least you'd die like a man!" "Hey! You just humiliated me in front of half the guys at school so collect your stupid candy and get outta my life!". Ni-ki hurt, betrayed, and shocked at Jakes outburst tears up and runs away trying to find a spot to cry without anyone seeing him. Jake immediately regretting what he said and feeling bad for letting his stress and frustration about everything that happened that day affect him, goes to follow Ni-ki to apologize. After walking past a few houses he stumbles upon Ni-ki sobbing and whimpering into a bail of hay. Jake slowly sits next to him and gently starts rubbing circles into his back trying to comfort him. "Ni-ki Im sorry" he sighs out sadly "it's just that I hate this place.. I miss all my friends... I wanna go home!" "Well this is your home now" sniffles out Ni-ki "so get used to it." "yeah" Jake resigns "give me one more chance?" "why should I?" exclaims Ni-ki "cause I'm your brother" Jake says with an exaggerated pout and pleading puppy eyes. Ni-ki turning to him starts giggling at how silly he looks. Gently pulling him into a hug and tickling him, both of them stand up and check out where they ended up. "Whoa" says Jake in awe "check out this house".

Ni-ki tilting his head up to look at the mansion like white house with big columns and grand staircases shrugs "eh rich people, they'll probably make us drink cider and bob for apples" he feigns exasperation. Both giggling and nodding as they look at the other start walking through the front door to see whats inside. In the entrance is a beautifully laid out 8 course meal with candles and ornate decorations, in the middle of the room is a giant ceramic bowl filled to the brim with full-sized candy bars. "Jackpot" they exclaim running towards it grabbing handfuls of treats. "Jake Sim" a feminine voice calls out, looking up at the staircase Jake sees his classmate Allison making her way down the steps. "I thought you weren't into Halloween" "Im not, just taking my little brother Ni-ki around. "Thats nice" "eh I always do it" "Well aren't you gonna introduce us" "Ni-ki this is my classmate Allison, Allison this is my brother Ni-ki". Allison analyzing Ni-ki's outfit "Ni-ki I love your costume! Im really into witches and warlocks", Ni-ki looking her up and down in disinterest already knowing that she's only talking to him to try and get at his brother blankly says "thanks". "Would you guys like any cider?" "No thanks" the boys respond in sync but Allison already left to grab a few cups. "So Ni-ki" she attempts to start a conversation again "what do you think about the Sanderson Sisters?" "The witches we're learning about in school?" "Yeah!" "Eh they're all right, Im more of a Merlin fan" "Oh thats too bad" Allison exclaims "I was gonna say I could show you their old house, my mum works for the museum with all of their stuff" she trails off hoping he'll take the bait. "It's here?" asks Jake. Happy that he seems to be showing some interest "Yeah! Im gonna change really quick and then I can take you guys to show you. Stay right there" and Allison runs up the stairs excited to have a chance to hangout with Jake while Ni-ki and Jake look at each other confused. Neither of them interested in seeing it but not wanting to be rude continue to wait for her. About 10 mins later Allison comes back down in casual clothes and tells them to follow her.

Five minutes later after following her down the dirt road, they come across the dark gloomy cottage with the old water mill. Climbing up the steps Allisons states in an excited tone "Legend has it that there's bones of a hundred children in these walls" "oh great" states Ni-ki under his breath. Opening the door they are met with complete darkness and the scent of old books, wax, and various other unpleasant scents. Scrunching his nose Ni-ki asks if there's a light. "There should be a switch here somewhere we just have to find it" says Allison. While trying to find the switch Jake bumps into a table and feels the cool metal of a lighter under his hand, dusting it off on his pants he tries lighting it and luckily it works, with the help of the flame they're able to find the light switch. Flicking it on the dusty, cobweb filled house is bathed in light allowing the trio to see all of the witches books, ingredients, potions, etc. that fill up the house. While investigating all of the knick knacks and magic related objects, the children fail to notice the two little shadows watching them from outside the window. "What are they doing in there Binx?" asks the smaller black cat guarding the Sanderson home "Im not sure Y/N but whatever it is can't be good." replies the other "I know... with it being Halloween we cant risk anything Binx... we need to get them to leave." Allison walks over to the case in the center containing a large book "this is the spell book of Winifred Sanderson, it was given to her by the devil himself, the book is bound in human skin and contains the recipes for her most powerful and evil spells" "I get the picture" states Ni-ki with an eye-roll. "Whats that?" asks Jake noticing a Candle in the corner of the room, "Thats the Black Flame Candle" walking over Jake dusts off the little plaque with information on the candle and reads it out loud "hmm Black Flame Candle.... made from the fat of a hanged man? Okayy then.. Legend says that on a full moon it will raise spirits of the dead when lit be a virgin *scoffs* on Halloween night.. what a bunch of hocus pocus" he states in disbelief walking back to Ni-Ki. Thinking that this would be the perfect opportunity to impress Jake, Allison walks up to the candle with another lighter she found and giggles saying "Lets light it and meet the old witches.. would you like to do the honours?" she asks Jake. "No thanks" he states uninterested, him and Ni-ki already heading towards the door to head home. "Come on let's start heading home it's late" states Ni-ki "oh come on don't be buzz kills, lets light it and see what happens" says Allison starting to move her hand to light the candle. "Fuck, now Binx!" harshly whispers Y/N urging Thackery to stop the blonde from lighting the candle. Binx quickly runs up a shelf and jumps onto Allisons shoulder trying to bite and scratch her to get her to stop. "Ahhhhh! Owww! Stupid cat!" she yells out after grabbing and throwing Binx off of her. "Okay Allison, you've had your fun and now its time to go" says Ni-ki "Yeah, let's go its late and this isn't funny anymore" agrees Jake. "Oh come on, you just said its a bunch of hocus pocus right Jake?" she states going to light the candle "seriously, thats enough let's go" states Ni-ki but it's too late as Allison lights the candle. The Flame turns black and whispers start to be heard "uh oh" states Allison realizing her mistake as every bulb starts to blow and the windows bang open and close with massive gusts of wind sweeping through the home. Just as they think everything has calmed down, all of the floor boards start aggressively shaking with a bright green light shining underneath. Jake screaming along with Ni-ki grabs him and holds onto him as close as possible trying his best to keep him from being thrown away by the floor boards, while Allison grips onto one of the tables as hard as she can. "What happened?" asks Allison "a virgin... lit the candle" states Ni-ki peeved as he puts his costume hat back on.

Just then sudden crackles of fire started jumping from candle to candle, and fire-pit to fire-pit, lighting up the whole room. The giant cauldron in the middle of the room set itself on fire and began brewing a green bubbling liquid. Loud cackling could be heard as the old front door flew open revealing the three Sanderson sisters. The kids all scattered as quick as possible to hide in various spots throughout the cottage. "Ohh we're home, ohhh sweet revenge, do you see sisters! My plan worked perfectly." "Thats because tho' art perfect Winnie" states Mary "I knew I left this cauldron on didn't I tell you?" Sarah reaches up on her tiptoes trying to grab something from above the doorframe "My lucky rat tail, just where I left it!". Winifred getting distracted by the candle starts contemplating on whose responsible for bringing them back "Hmm but who lit the candle?" turning her head she spots her spell-book and perks up, running to it giddily. "Wake up, wake up sleepy head" she coos at it "oh I missed you, did you miss me? Wake up we have work to do." Mary hovers over her shoulder hesitating before she whispers "uh Winnie, I smell children". "Sick em" commands Winifred. The three sisters begin creeping around the cottage trying to find the source of the smell, "its a little boy... about seven... maybe eight.. and a half" claims Mary. "Ohhh I wanna play with him!" squeals Sarah. "Come little children, I’ll take thee away" she sings as Winnie goes to cover her mouth and Mary points at the case they're in front of "come out me dear we will not harm thee" coos Winifred "we love children" states Mary slamming her palm onto the case causing Ni-ki to shriek and shoot up from his hiding spot. "I thought tho' would never come sisters" states Ni-ki trying to act nonchalant "greetings little one" replies Winifred, "it was I who brought you back" "imagine.. such a pretty.. little child" they all giggle. "He's so well fed isn't he?" states Mary "shish-ka-baby hahaha" "tell me sweet dumpling, what is the year?" "1993" states Ni-ki as he gets dragged by the sisters towards a chair "Sisters" gasps Winifred "we have been gone 300 years" "well Winnie how time flies" "when you're dead!" cackle the two sisters. "Ha ha... Its been great fun but I better be going" states Ni-ki "oh stay for supper" "I-I-I'm I'm not hungry" "oh but we are" Ni-ki tries to get up from the chair and make a run for it but the sisters all grab him and force him back into the chair as he starts screaming. "Hey!" shouts Jake shooting up from his hiding place "let go of my little brother" he growls out. "Roast him Winnie.. no let me play with him" Winifred ignores her sisters and throws a green blast of electric energy at Jake throwing him back with a grunt. She then walks closer to him and using the same energy starts moving him around, sliding him into furniture then points at him and says "You. There." and throws him into the wall face first then turning him around and keeping him in place as all three sisters surround him. "Hahahah I haven't lost my touch sisters see" "JAKE" shouts Ni-ki trying to break free and run to his brother. "Hello.. goodbye" cackles Winifred as she uses the same energy to pick Jake up and start lifting him towards the ceiling. In that moment Binx and Y/N find their way back into the cottage. Seeing whats happening Y/N runs to attack Winifred and Sarah stopping them from hurting Jake while Binx runs to save Ni-ki. "Ahhhhhh get this retched beast off of me, get it off!!" "Ahhh let go of me you little demon" shout the sisters.

Taking their chance to escape the Sim brothers start running towards the door, Jake stops trying to think of a distraction to help them escape, tells Ni-ki to go and starts climbing towards the part of the roof with the emergency sprinkler system for fires. "HEY! You messed with the great and powerful Jake, you now must suffer the consequences, I summon the burning rain of death" as he lights the lighter "Gasp, he made fire with his hand" he puts it on the sprinkler causing it to go off " Ahhh Ahhh burning rain of death, burning rain of death! Hurry you idiots seek shelter" shouts Winifred as they all go running to hide from the "burning rain of death". Jake jumps down and attempts to leave slipping by the front door, Binx quickly jumps on his chest "nice going..Jake" he states sarcastically. Jakes eyes widen "you can talk" he states in shock "yeah no kidding, now get the spell-book" after seeing Jake not move he hisses at him and shouts "come on move it!". Jake then gets up and finds an old book stand and uses it to smash the glass and grab the spell-book. Quickly they all run away as the sisters continue to fret over getting burned. "Confounded" Winifred puts her hands out and tastes the sprinkler water "Shut up! It is but water" the other sisters try it "most refreshing" states Mary "idiots, the boy has tricked us and stolen the book, after them!" commands Winifred. The sisters all run out in hopes of catching the children, once reaching the edge of the smooth black road they all freeze expecting it to be a black river "perhaps it is not too deep" inquires Sarah while leaning slightly forward to take a closer look. Mary and Winifred after a passing glance both push the youngest from behind as she screeches thinking that she's gonna sink only to be amazed that the surface is smooth and firm. "Why its a road, Sisters, after my book" demands the eldest. Together they walk side by side in a crouched position syncing their steps together while grunting "nghh" "nghh" "nghh" after each step. Right, left, right, left, right.... until they are alerted by the sirens and honking of a firetruck with the red flashing lights appearing in the distance. They screech out of fear and grab at each other as they run away.

Meanwhile, the children with the guidance of Binx come to the entrance gates of the town cemetery "Woah woah woah, come on, this is a graveyard" exclaims Jake "its hallowed ground witches can't set foot here" assures Binx as Allison and Ni-ki stare at Jake in bewilderment "yeah he talks" shrugs Jake. "Follow me" calls Binx as he slips through the gate and starts running forward, the others realizing their only option of being safe and getting an explanation is by staying with him follow his lead. "Over here I want to show you something, give you an idea of exactly what we're dealing with" as he stops in front of a headstone engraved with the words "HERE LYES Y BODY OF M" WILLIAM BUTCHERSON DIED Y 1ST OF MAY 1693 LOST SOUL". "William Butcherson, lost soul" reads out Jake, "Billy Butcherson was Winifreds lover but she found him sporting with her sister Sarah so she poisoned him and sewed his mouth shut with a dull needle so he couldn't tell her secrets even in death. Winifred always was the jealous type" states Binx. "Your Thackery Binx" exclaims Allison "yes" "so the legends are true" "yes, now come along I want to show you something else" Binx states as he starts running in a different direction. Back at the old Sanderson house the sisters hide behind an old sign as the firefighters search the house and make their exit. "Teenagers again" "I hate Halloween" "this is the worst night of the year" the two firemen exclaim as they climb into their rig. "W-Who are they?" asks Mary "Boys" says Sarah excitedly "witch hunters, observe how they wear black robes and carry axes to chop the wood to burn us" "hold me" "this is a pretty spider". Winifred turns to her sisters as she smacks Mary and starts choking her "let me make one thing clear, the magic that brought us back is only good for tonight on all hallows eve when the sun comes up we are dust...fortunately the potion I brewed the night we were hung will keep us young forever... unfortunately the recipe for that potion is in my spell-book that those wretches have stolen! Therefore its terms to reason that sisters dear we must find the book, brew the potion, and suck the life out of all the children of Salem before sunrise. Otherwise its curtains, we evaporate, we cease to exist! Dost thou comprehend?" "You were splendid Winnie the way you started with a little adventure then explained.." "explained what?" questions Sarah "Come!" Winifred beckons annoyed "fly" as they all search the house for something to fly with. After finding their old brooms they all take flight beginning their search for the children and their spell-book.

"Because of me, my little sisters life was stolen." explains Binx to the children back at the cemetery. "For years.. I waited for my life to end so I could be reunited with my family but Winifreds curse of immortality kept me alive. Then one day... I figured out what to do with my eternal life, now I'd failed Emily but I wouldn't fail again so when Winifred and her sisters returned I made sure I'd be there to stop them. For three centuries I guarded their house on all hallows night, when I knew some airhead virgin might light that candle". Ni-ki immediately side eyes Allison murmuring "nice going air head". "Hey look, I'm sorry okay!" she yells slightly flustered and embarrassed. Standing up with the book, she goes to turn away from everyone while pacing "We're talking about three ancient hags versus the twentieth century here right, how bad can it be?" "Bad" states Binx "stay out of there!" he reprimands Allison as he sees her trying to open the spell-book "why?" she questions startled "because it holds Winifreds most dangerous spells. She must not get it." "Why don't we just torch this sucker" states Jake grabbing the spell-book from Allison and throwing it on the ground. Pulling out his lighter, he attempts to set it on fire however the flame, no matter how hard he tries, keeps straying from the book as if wind is blowing it "Its protected by magic" they hear a slightly deeper and more feminine voice state, turning around they all see another all black cat slightly smaller in size with beautiful (y/e/c) eyes. "I would hold onto that and hide if I were you" Y/N states turning to the bigger black cat she says "they're coming Thackery" before running off. "Eee hahah haha" comes Winifreds cackle, looking up the three kids and Binx see the Sanderson sisters hovering over them. "Ahahah ahah its just a bunch of hocus pocus" sings out the eldest, "Sarah" she murmurs as she points right, "Mary" she murmurs as she points left commanding them to help block the children to grab Ni-ki. "JAKE!" shrieks Ni-ki as he sees Sarah getting closer, all of them shooting up from there hiding spots and stumbling back as a group "brave little virgin who lit the candle, I'll be thy friend" comes Sarahs sultry voice "oh take a hike" states Jake swinging a branch at her swatting her "ouch" as she flies away. "Ohhh booooookkkkk" sing songs Winifred "come to mummyyy". As the book begins to shake and levitate, Binx jumps on top causing it to drop with his weight "afraid not" "Thackery Binx thou mangey feline, still alive?" taunts Winifred "and waiting for you" retorts Binx with a hiss trying to claw at her. The kids all rush to help Binx hold down the book. "ohh thou hast waited in vain... thou will fail to save thy friends just as thou failed to save thy sister" she snarks "rrreowwwrrr" hisses and snarls Binx as she tries to charge at him.

"What are you doing, grab the book" exclaims Jake picking it up as they all scream running away, dodging Mary, the kids stand on one side hidden between the trees while Binx stands on top of a rock. "They can't touch us right?" asks Jake with Ni-ki wrapped under his left arm and the book under his right arm "well.. they can't" replies Binx giving Jake and Ni-ki an unsettling feeling "I do not like the way you said that" huffs Ni-ki. "Unfaithful lover long since dead deep asleep in thy wormy bed, wiggle thy toes and open thine eyes, twist thy fingers toward the sky, life is sweet be not shy, on thy feet so sayeth I! WAhhahahah"cackles Winifred manically as the Butcherson grave begins to quake and a bony skeletal hand shoots up out of the dirt. "Jake JAKE" shouts Ni-ki as he tries to hold onto his brother while Allison grabs onto him on his other side. The rest of Billy Butcherson's body emerges from his grave with a groan shaking off all of the dirt from his hair and body, he turns to the kids as they all look at each other and scream running away. "Hi- Hello Billy" Sarah calls frantically waving almost falling off the broom. Billy looks up at her and gives a closed mouthed smile with an almost dreamy glint if he didn't have dead eyes. "Catch those children! Get up, get up!" demands the eldest while Billy glares at her "get out of that ditch, faster!" as he gets up and starts heading towards where the kids ran off. The kids come to a halt as they see a huge bolder with an opening at the bottom "quick in here" calls Binx running inside with Ni-ki and Allison following him. Seeing that Billy was catching up to them, Jake grabs onto a thick branch pulling it towards him and then letting it go once he was close enough knocking Billy's head off "Yes!" proceeding to follow after them.

"Woahhhhh" they all yell out as they fall through the tunnel "oof", "ouch". "Are you okay?" "Yeah" "What is this place Binx?" asks Jake "it's the old Salem crypt" answers Binx "it connects to the sewer and up to the street". "Charming" replies Allison in disgust as Jake pulls out his lighter using it as a makeshift torch so they can see where they are going. Looking around the dark grey bricked tunnel, Jake could see cobwebs and skeletons of both humans and big rats hanging from the ceiling "Ughh don't look Ni-ki" "don't worry I won't" he replies slightly disturbed. "Relax I've hunted mice down here for years" calls out Binx "You say that as if it's supposed to comfort them Thackery" drawls out that same dulcet voice from earlier "the girl looks like she'll throw up in a minute" the youngest Sanderson states as she comes out of a hidden passage to stand next to him. "Hey..it's you..from the cemetery" exclaims Jake surprised "yeah.. who are you?" ask Ni-ki suspiciously "Y/N Sanderson, I would say its nice to meet you but given my family history I don't think you'll care. Did you get the book?" "yeah.. wait Sanderson? As in you're related to the three Sanderson sisters?" "Unfortunately. I've never agreed with their beliefs and methods. When they attempted to take Emily my sisters bound me to a chair and put a silencing spell on me to prevent me from meddling. When Thackery came to save her and they were distracted I was able to undo the spells but it was too late. As punishment for not following my eldest sisters demands she decided to curse me the same way she did Thackery." Y/N explains to them. "May I have the book please?" she gently asks Jake whose holding the book "uhh sure here" as he puts it down for her unsure. Opening the book she incants a spell to prevent it from lighting energy into the sky not wanting to alert her sisters "just in case, really don't want them showing up". Flipping through the pages she comes across the spell she's looking for to undo the curse and become human again. Silently casting the spell, a dull purple aura like glow begins to surround Y/N's cat form as her body begins to revert back to its natural state. They all watch as she stands at five foot three with beautiful long wavy (y/h/c) hair with soft curves, a well-defined bosom, and striking feline eyes. "Wow" murmurs Jake under his breath completely enamored and awestruck at how beautiful she is. Allison witnessing Jake fawn over Y/N in a way he's never done for her, feeling jealous and wanting to bring his attention away from her, asks "so what are we doing now, whats the plan to fix this?".

Back at the cemetery the Sanderson trio fly around looking for Billy, seeing his headless body Winifred yells out "oh cheese and crackers he's lost his head.... damn that Thackery Binx damn him! Billy which way did they go? Ughhhh Billy listen to me, follow those children you maggot museum and get my book. Then come find us" she finishes her command just as Billy finds his head and screws it back on. "We'll be ready for them. Quit staring at me! Get moving down that hole. Damn damn double damn! Broom ho!" she orders flying away with her sisters to go back home and come up with a plan. Billy begrudgingly goes to follow the kids with a moaned grunt. "This way" calls Binx trying to guide everyone out of the tunnels with Ni-ki in front leading Jake and Y/N, with Allison right behind them. Jake slows down his steps to be inline with Y/N in hopes of striking up a conversation he asks "soooo, you were cursed by your older sisters and turned into a cat for eternity? That kinda sucks... does that mean now that you're human your mortal?" Y/N slightly intrigued by the really cute boy with longish hair falling into his face, pretty puppy eyes, and plump lips slightly smirks "it does suck a bit, luckily I had Thackery to keep me company which wasn't too bad" getting slightly closer to him she whispers with a mischievous glint in her eyes "but don't ever tell him I said that... I kinda like him being slightly scared of me". Jake snorts out a laugh as she giggles, he thinks its the prettiest sound he's ever heard not including her voice. "To answer your question no.. I'm still immortal, the spell I used to turn myself back reverted me to my original state aka a witch" "huh interesting" states Jake slightly amused. "So you can do magic then?" asks Ni-ki joining the conversation "yes among other things" "like what" "hmm like this little one" she says as she silently casts a spell summoning a cute little purplish white ghost puppy that runs around Ni-ki's leg, slightly jumping on him trying to get him to hold it and give it affection. "Woah! Cool!!" giggles Ni-ki as the phantom puppy licks his cheek. Jake watching their interaction with a slight smile turns to Y/N as she looks at him with a triumphant smirk and winks at him. Shaking his head in giddy awe at her silliness and how well she's doing with Ni-ki lightly bumps his shoulder with hers as they continue to follow Binx. Allison grudgingly follows behind them green with envy, feeling like she has steam coming out of her ears with how annoyed she is seeing Jake continue to give Y/N attention and even Ni-ki seeming to like her.

The Sanderson sisters land at the entrance gates for the Old Burial Hill expecting to find the children "they're here, I know they're here. I know they're here but where are they? Sniff them out Mary!". Taking in a deep whiff, Mary stutters "they're...they're...ohh I can't they've gone too far. I've-I've lost them". Angered at her sisters lack of assistance Winifred grabs Mary by her ear dragging her towards the sidewalk "I'll have your guts for garters girl! Confound you!" throwing her to the side a bit she begins to ponder " hmmm very well... we must outwit them. When Billy the Butcher gets here with my book we shall be ready for them!" "Book? Ready" "Sarah! SARAH!" the eldest yells at her seeing her dangling and swaying on the gate like a child on a set of monkey bars "let us start collecting children" she states walking off as the two younger sisters follow her. As the walk Mary confused inquires "why?" "because you great buffoon" states the eldest halting her step and turning to her with a scowl on her face "we want to live forever not just until tomorrow. The more children's lives we snatch, the longer we shall live! Do you understand?" "Right! Let us fly" suggests Sarah excited. "Wait! Sisters" calls Mary after them "I have an idea. Since this promises to be a most dire and stressful evening... I suggest we form a calming circle." " I AM CALM!" shouts the eldest "oh sister, thou art not being honest with thyself, are we, huh? Huh? Come onnn... gimme a smile" she says pointing at the her whilst Sarah giggles in the back, together they form a circle and begin the process of "calming". "Come along now, not much further" calls Binx slightly ahead of the kids "let's see, which way, which way? I can't remember. Oh look, down here!" he says turning to a tunnel on the right and scurrying off as they follow. "Think soothing thoughts.. rabid bats, black death, Mummy's scorpion pie. Mother!" they sisters chant as they spin in a circle trying to calm down. "AHHHH" the yell hearing a loud horn blearing as a bus pulls up with the door creaking open "bubble, bubble, I'm in trouble" says the driver intrigued at the woman. "Tell me friend, what is this contraption?" asks Winifred "I call it a bus" "a bus" "a bus" "and it's purpose" "to convey gorgeous creatures such as yourselves to your most forbidden desires" he flirts. "Hahaha well fancy" replies Winifred flustered turning away and fiddling with her robe nervously "we desire children" "haha hey, that may take me a couple of tries but I don't think there'll be a problem" the conductor states not quite catching on to what she means. "Hop on up" he commands "marvelous! Thank you" they say as they all climb up the small steps and try to find a seat that will fit their brooms. "Mmm mmm mmmm I need one of those ice packs, you girls are giving me a fever! Yow!" he whistles as Sarah passes.

"Go Binx", "come on guys this way" Billy hears as he starts following the kids voices in the tunnels getting closer. "Up the ladder" commands Binx trying to get the kids to rush, Jake going up the ladder first followed by Ni-ki, then Y/N, then Allison. "Hey buttercup, anyone ever tell you you're very easy on the eyes?" the bus driver ask as he lets Sarah sit on his lap and steer the bus. A few feet ahead Binx opens the sewer pipe cap hopping out into the middle of the road, Max with his head poking out and holding onto the cap seeing that the Bus isn't gonna stop shouts "Binx, look out!" but it's too late as the headlights shine on Binx and he freezes as max ducks back under. *Boom* *Crunch* "Whoa speed bump" shouts the driver not realizing what just happened. "Binx no!" yells Ni-ki panicked after hearing the slight collision, together they all climb out unfortunately seeing Binx squashed from getting run over by the wheel leaving a large indent on the middle of his body. "Nooo" cries Ni-ki turning into Y/N's embrace seeking comfort as tears stream down his face. "It's all my fault" Jake blames himself disheartened wiping at his face trying not to cry as his eyes get watery. "Hey, it's not your fault" Allison starts wanting to take this chance to comfort him in hopes it'll help her have a chance with him, just to get cut off as he also seeks Y/N's embrace. "Jake, it's not your fault or yours Ni-ki, it's okay. Binx is immortal, give him a few seconds and it'll be okay I promise. Okay?" she says making both boys look at her as she wipes their tears and tries to give them a comforting smile to easy their pain and worries. Just as Ni-ki goes to ask if she's sure they hear cracking sounds as Binx starts to expand and his body reverts back to normal and he becomes conscious "ugh.. I hate it when that happens. What? I told you I can't die. Ni-ki are you alright?" "Yeah" Ni-ki replies feeling slightly better knowing Binx is okay. "Okay, then let's go" Binx says starting to lead the group somewhere else, they all follow with Jake and Ni-ki still sticking to Y/N's side while Allison stays behind with a scowl. Mary looking out the window and catching a faint whiff of what she thought were kids abruptly stands up and shouts "STOPPPPP" as the driver and Sarah slam on the brakes causing the whole bus to jerk. "I smell children" she sings out in the eldest's ears "marvelous" as they all get up and start leaving the bus. The driver wanting a shot at being involved with Sarah grabs onto her wrist and stops her "hey cupcake, don't I get your phone number, your area code? You want my route schedule?" "Thou wouldst hate me in the morning" she replies trying to take her leave "No I wouldns't" "Oh believe me, thou wouldst" intervenes Winifred "party pooper" he blanches after them annoyed he's going home alone.. again.

Climbing out of the bus they walk into the chaos that is Halloween night. Children and families running around dressed in costumes, trying to fill their bags with as much candy as possible from trick-or-treating, homes decorated from the roof to the street with lights and ghosts and all things spooky. Winifred turning to her sisters asks "What is this sisters? Odds bodkins" as Mary begins sniffing and they children run by. "Farewell, mortal busboy" calls Sarah waving him goodbye. "What are those? What's that? Who's that?" ask Mary slightly perturbed "hobgoblins" answers the eldest as a little girl dressed in angel costume with wings does a curtsy and says "bless you" causing the younger sisters to scream in fear and disgust. "Enough!" reprimands the eldest, embarrassed at their behaviour. "Oh sisters" starts Mary while continuing to sniff around "I'm very confused, I-I-I I smell children but I don't see children... I-I've lost my power!" she cries out in despair beginning to sob. "Enough, enough, enough!" commands the eldest slapping her back and forth "we are witches, we are evil.. what would mother say if she could see us like this" she states all they all raise their brooms and bow their heads in her honour. "RRRRRAHHHH" growls out a man stepping onto the front of his house fully decked out in a Devil costume scaring some children as they run away. Seeing this the sisters all bawl "MASTERRRR" running up to him, "what kind of costumes are these" he asks watching as they all continuously bow to him, "it's the Sanderson sisters right?" he guesses not knowing that they're real or that they think he's the actual Devil. "At your service" states Winifred elated that he remembers them, "haven't seen you for centuries, but what the heck, why don't you come in? Come into the non-smoking section" he states chuckling as he invites them into his home. "Come on, come on right this way" he beckons as they follow, "I can't believe it's him!" cheers Mary in disbelief, "don't step on my tail" he jokes as Winifred turns and growls at the children effectively scaring them off so its just the sisters and their "master".

The children, after getting out of the sewer tunnels and continuing to run away as fast and as far as they could with Y/N and Binx following them stumble across what they assume is a officer on his motorcycle "officer officer" calls out Allison running towards him. "We need your help!" she states "what's the problem?" he asks. Turning to Jake, she immediately tries to grab him and pull him forward demanding "go ahead tell him" while Ni-ki rolls his eyes thinking she can't be serious... he's a cop not a witch expert or hunter. Jake grabs his arm back from her not wanting her touch him and steps back a step as he begrudgingly starts explaining what happened when he realizes she's not gonna let it go "Well you see.. the thing is I just moved here and we may have broke into the old Sanderson house and she" he states pointing at Allison "decided it would be a great idea to light the candle and brought the witches back from the dead" subconsciously Jake hides the book behind his back thinking it's not a good idea while effectively glaring at and shutting Allison down from opening her mouth to mention it. "You lit the Black Flame Candle" asks the "officer" looking directly at Allison as she tries to hide flustered that the attention is on her now "yeah..". Getting off his bike, he walks around the front beckoning them onto the sidewalk and standing right in front of Allison "and she's a virgin" throws out Ni-ki with a slight smirk feeling happy to get a jab at the blonde he clearly dislikes. The "officer" look at her trying to hold his laugh in "are you?" "yeah" "really?" "Yes! Oh my god yes I did it okay! I'll even get it tattooed on my forehead at this point jeez!" she slightly blows up with her cheeks puffed up and fire red from all the attention on her mistake. "This isn't a prank" she states annoyed "Hey! I put my life on the line to protect this community and you punks pull this?" he states while Allison stares at him in shock and boys look at her with indifference "get outta here and take that cat with you" he demands before turning his head and seeing Y/N "me-oww.. but her you can leave" he says taking on a sleazy tone as Y/N begins to scowl glaring at him. Jake immediately grabs her wrist pulling her behind him as he growls out at the dude "watch it" dragging her with him. "Come on" he softly beckons her and Ni-KI to start walking with Allison following behind envious that yet again someone else is interested in the young witch. As they walk away they miss the "officers" lady friend coming out of the shop asking him whats so funny, "just a bunch of kids pullin' my chain, they thought I was real cop" he tells her as they ride away laughing into the night. As they go to turn a corner, they pass the sewer pipe cap where the kids came out as Billy Butcherson closes it hiding but unfortunately getting his fingers run over and dismembered from his hand.

"I want you to meet the little woman" states the "devil" walking away from the Sanderson sisters "he has a little woman?" "sounds tasty". In the other room the man walks up to a woman in a colourful robe, smoking a cigarette with curlers in hair watching TV "petunia face?" "what" she demands. "Will you stop clicking?" he asks taking the remote from her "we have company". The woman pissed off at getting interrupted from trying to relax gets in his face as she snarls "I don't care who..I'm sick and tired of.." beginning to argue with him as the sisters gasp mumbling to themselves at the opening of the room "sisters, Satan has married Medusa see the snake in her hair?". "I don't wanna play in this, I don't wanna play" she continues before he grabs her by her cheeks and turns her head so she sees the disturbing trio "my three favorite witches" "aren't you broads a little old to be trick-or-treating" the woman snarks out with her cigarette and drink in hand. "We'll be younger in the morning" retorts Winifred cynically "yeah sure, me too... excuse me" states the woman getting up to leave and move upstairs, already over her husbands game tonight. Meanwhile a group of children go to walk past the house and notice the sisters broomsticks they left outside, getting excited the steal them moving onto the next house. "Forget the kids, I'm serving you from my cauldron" he states making his way around the room "Winnie! For you" "yes?" she replies taking the candy bar "master I thank thee... what about the book?" "We'll get to the book later". Next he moves onto Mary "Mary! Go long" as he throws a candy bar to her and she catches it cheering "yeah you could be a tight end!". Sarah then runs up to him taking off his cloak "master would thou dance with me?". While they begin to slow dance around the room Winnie enters the kitchen looking around and picking up random objects thinking she's in some kind of torture chamber. Mary walks toward the recliner and sits down picking up the remote beginning to flick through channels intrigued by this box that produces images and sounds. As the woman of the household begins to descend down the staircase she calls out "Honey, I've lost five pounds according to the bathroom .." immediately coming to a halt at the sight of her husband and Sarah dancing so intimately while Sarah keeps referring to him as "master". Infuriated she turns on all the lights yelling "that's it party is over! Get outta my house now!" starting to shoo them out "now now puddin" "shut it Satan" "oh" calls Sarah "though should not speak to master in such a manner" she teases shaking her head. "They call me master" "wait till you see what I'm gonna call you" she threatens "now tart-face take your Clark Bars and get the fuck outta my house!" she commands "Make us" goads Winnie. The woman looking her dead in her eyes calmly orders "Ralph. Sick em" as her small terrier dog immediately starts barking and growling as he chases them out of the house. Running away they notice their brooms are gone as Mary tries the bar the man handed her "uggh phew eww its candy. Why would the master give us candy?" she questions "because he is not our master" retorts Winnie "he isn't" "no.. and these are not hobgoblins" she remarks grabbing one of the children passing by and lifting their mask up to show their face. "Sisters, All Hallows Eve has become a night of frolic where children wear costumes and run amok!" "Amok, amok, amok, amok, amok, owww" Sarah chants jumping up and down before the eldest hits her in her stomach. "Oh Winnie, just one child" "nip" the eldest shushes her trying to think of a plan as time keeps passing by with no solution yet.

On the other side of town the kids come to a stop in front of the Town Hall building as they hunch over trying to catch their breath. "Are you okay?" Jake asks Ni-ki and Y/N with their wrists still in his grasp and they both nod in reply. He lets go of Ni-ki's wrist and gently moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with Y/N instead as she lets him, feeling slightly warm tingles at his gentleness and care towards her and smiles up at him. Ni-ki watches from the side with a slight smirk feeling proud of his big brother for making a move on her, already feeling bonded to her. Allison on the opposite side green with envy, tries bringing the attention back to her again "what are we gonna do now?". "I think you should go home" Ni-ki mumbles annoyed she's still with them. She turns slightly and glares at him as he discreetly flicks her off and she gasps "you brat" she snarls wanting to lunge at him before Jakes voice cuts her off like a drench of cold water, "Go home Allison.. I think you've done enough and we'll fix it ourselves now that we have Binx and Y/n" he commands with a cold look. She scoffs embarrassed and annoyed at feeling like an outsider "are you serious right now? This whole time you guys have been blaming me for what happened and all of a sudden this witch and cat show up and gets your attention and now you're just throwing me away?". "Hey don't talk about her like that!" barks Ni-ki "we didn't even want to be involved with this in the first place but you were too busy being pathetic and vying for hyung's attention that you made up the whole trip and dragged us along to the Sanderson house and then, as if that wasn't annoying enough, you couldn't take no for an answer and decided to light the candle, despite both of us and Binx trying to stop you, and now you wanna play innocent? We should've dropped you a long time ago... at least Y/N noona is knowledgable and has tried to help!". "Ni-ki" calls Y/N softly, shaking her head gently as he turns to look at her and pulling him behind her, seeing how close Allison got to his face, "it's not worth fighting right now little one, we need to work together to solve the issue". Allison scoffs "says you little miss perfect, I don't even know what he sees in you that could be better than me... do you even know who my family is?" she snarls getting in Y/N's face. Jake fed up with having to deal with Allison and her nonsense all night and the mess she caused, and also not favoring how she's speaking to Ni-ki and Y/N stands in front of them blocking Allison "enough" bites Jake sternly "go home Allison. I won't tell you again" pulling Y/N and Ni-ki after him as Binx follows. Y/N stops and growls out in her ear tone cold "do anything like that to Ni-ki again and I'll make sure its the last thing you do" with a pointed glare before letting the boys drag her away, leaving Allison to stand alone outside with a shiver going down her back. Allison huffs and begins her trek home cursing and whining about the group making people look at her like she's crazy.

Inside the group are met with loud music, bright lights, and a gust of warm air from all the body heat in the room. Observing everyone dressed in costumes the Sim brother turn to each other asking if they see either of their parents. After confirming that they don't they split up, Y/N with Ni-ki and Jake with Binx, to hunt down their assigned parent. Running around, turning people around to see their face, asking questions took them a while with no luck for at least 10 minutes. "How are we supposed to find Mum and Dad in this place?" asks Ni-ki stopping in a corner with Y/N. Right as she opens her mouth to try and encourage him she gets bumped into from behind "oh sorry" calls out a kind elder voice. "Mum?" inquires Ni-ki looking straight at her in disbelief "what are you wearing?". "You can't tell? Im supposed to be Madonna..." "oh" "I think you look amazing Ms.Sim" "why thank you honey.. who is your friend Ni-ki?" "Y/N" sighs out Jake after finding Ni-ki and Y/N to tell them he couldn't find their father. "Have you seen Dad?" he asks his mother "it's not Dad.. its Dad-cula" he states with a mock Transylvanian accent resting his hands on Jake's shoulder trying to spook him before catching a glimpse of Y/N "oh my goodness... who must this charming young blood donor be?" he asks intrigued. "Y/N a friend of theirs it's nice to meet you" she replies sticking out her hand to shake as Mr.Sim gently grips her hand and places a kiss on top of it. Jake immediately puts her behind him "we need to talk" and then drags his parents aside. "Something bad has happened" he starts off "what? What is it? " "While Ni-ki and I were trick-or-treating a classmate of mine dragged us to the old Sanderson house and when we were trying to leave she kept messing around and lit the Black Flame Candle bringing back the three sisters from the dead and now they're after us so that they can use Ni-ki to stay immortal before the kill the rest of the children of Salem" he rants out letting out a big breath. His parent's thinking that the two of them are just playing games begin to quietly argue between each other not noticing as the Sanderson trio walk into the ballroom. "Cause there's no nicer witch than youuu" sings out the lead singer of the band painted as a skeleton man pointing directly at the eldest and winking at her while she keeps a scowl on her face. "I put a spell on you, and now you're mine" Winnie now intrigued and flattered puts her hand to her cheek whilst raising a brow and watching the man perform. "Enough is Enough" quietly demands Mr.Sim "don't you see how crazy this sounds?". "Pardon me sorry to interrupt.. but may I borrow Jake for a moment its kind of urgent" "of course darlin', it was a pleasure meeting you" he replies slipping back into character and gently guiding his wife away to dance.

"They're here" Y/N states grabbing onto Jakes arm and looking him in the eye "what do you wanna do?" Jake looks around a bit before gently moving Y/N's hand and telling her to wait there with Ni-ki before rushing onto the stage. "No I ain't lying.... No no I ain't lyin-" "Hey cut the music" Jake cuts him off turning to face the confused crowd "I'm in the middle of a song" whines the singer "yeah well it can wait it's an emergency... Can everybody listen up? Your children are in danger" he begins to warn the onlookers "three hundred years ago the Sanderson sisters bewitched people and now they've returned from their grave" some of the people begin to laugh thinking its just a silly prank "Look I'm serious okay, it's not a joke! I know this sounds dumb but they're here tonight.. they're right over there" he points them at as a bright spotlight shines on them showcasing the three sisters trying to hide their faces and behind each other. "Thank you Jake, for that marvelous introduction" announces Winifred already hatching up a plan to ensure she has the best shot at no adults getting in her way. Continuing the song she starts "I put a spell on youuu and now you're mine... You can't stop the things I do, I ain't lying" singing she adds playful shakes of her head and dance moves getting into the act of fooling the crowd "it's been three hundred years right down to the day, now the witch is back and there's Hell to pay... I put a spell on you and now you're mine" she shouts with a flare of her cape making her way onto the stage with her sisters to perform. "Hellooo Salem, my name's Winifred. What's yours? I put a spell on you and now you're gone gone gone" the younger two harmonize with her, backing her up "my whammy fell on you and it was strong, your wretched little lives have all been cursed cause of all the witches working... im the worst" she trills smugly. As she continues to sing, Jake starts running back to the group as he realizes the adults will be of no help and aren't taking them seriously. Reaching them he sees Y/N and Ni-ki's slightly panicked faces as she grabs his arms and commands "we're leaving now" after having caught a glimpse of the Butcherson zombie boy, dragging him along with her as they head outside. As the sisters finish up their curse on the crowd and Billy gets caught up dancing with a woman dressed with a mask and an intricate victorian ball gown the kids stumble across the back of a restaurant trying to seek cover. Jake slightly frustrated at how the day is playing out kicks a near by bin "Fuck! Could this get any worse!" he yells irritated wiping his hands over his face and pushing his hair out of his face aggressively. "Hey hey" Y/N starts gently cooing at him, grabbing his face and turning it to her making him look at her "breathe Jake" "Jaeyun" he interrupts with a pout, for some reason wanting her to say his real name and comfort him "Jaeyun" she purrs sweetly "we're gonna figure it and everything's gonna be okay.. okay?" "okay" he sighs out resting his forehead on her shoulder as Ni-ki joins and leans into her torso as she comforts the boys... her boys.

Hearing the back door of the restaurant bang open and somebody walking out, the trio and Binx hide behind a couple of crates "okay guys, who's goin for the Jacuzzi?" before grabbing one of the lobsters from the tank and heading back inside "Angelo..too bad". Standing up thinking the coast is clear Ni-ki begins to ask what the plan is before Binx calls out "uh oh, hide" after spotting the witches coming up the street. Jake pulls Y/N with him and hides behind a big blue dumpster bin, Ni-ki hides in an old oven, and Binx hides in a crate. "I smell...Winnie I smell" "yes? Yes?" "I smell scrod!" Mary exclaims giddily "Scrod, it's a bottom dweller. You cook it sometimes with lovely bread crumbs, a little bit of margarine or olive oil is good" she stammers not hearing a reaction from either sister. The eldest grabs her roughly by her cheeks and drags her away on the hunt for the children, beckoning Sarah to follow. Binx, slightly peeking out from his crate, keeps an eye on them and waits until the coast is clear before alerting the kids that they could get up. Emerging from their hiding spots Y/N, after seeing Ni-ki pop out of the oven, gets an idea as Jake guides them to the Jacob Bailey High School. "What is this place?" asks Sarah mesmerized by the school building. "It reeks of children" retorts Mary "it must be a prison for children" explains Winifred as they begin walking into the building. "ARRHHWOOOOO!" playfully howls Jake "welcome to High School Hell" he begins talking into the microphone in the office as if hosting a podcast. "I'm your host Boris Karloff jr.... HAHAHAHAHA *evil cackle* it’s time to meet our three contestants Sarah, Mary, and Winifred Sanderson. Read any good spell books recently?” he goads, just as Binx cuts off the Sanderson sisters in the empty hallway barking and growling at them. "Hag tracks!" commands the eldest as the three sister get in formation side by side and do their infamous weird grunt walk chasing after him. "Hello, welcome to the library" calls out a female voice halting the sisters "bonjour, bienvenue a la bibliotheque", they turn down another hallway and begin following the voice. Sneakily moving against the wall they come across a boiler room, as they run in squealing and cheering thinking they've gotten a hold of the children Mary realizes there are voices coming out of a radio boombox positioned on one of the shelfs. While the trio are distracted by the box, they don't notice Y/N and Ni-ki closing the door to the room and turning the huge walk in ceramic oven on causing it to be engulfed with flames. Watching as the sisters burn, the kids turn and exit the school beginning to jump around and cheer now that the sisters are gone.

As they jubilantly run down the street continuing to cheer and spin each other around, they stop by a park that'll help them cut across, making the walk shorter to the Sim residence. Binx climbs up a tree as Jake leans against the tall black metal bar fencing "we did it Binx!" he cheers "I've wanted to do that for three hundred years since they took Emily" sighs out Binx feeling accomplished but reminiscent. Jake hearing his tone retorts sympathetically "you really miss her don't you? You really can't keep blaming yourself for that man. That happened so long ago" "Take good care of Ni-ki, Jake. You'll never know how precious he is until you lose him" he replies hopping down from the tree and beginning his trek to the tunnels. "Hey Binx!" Jake calls after him causing him to stop and turn around "where do you think you're going? You're a Sim now buddy, one of us." "Come on Binx!" calls Ni-ki "let's go home" "home" sighs out Binx, feeling a sense of belonging he hasn't felt in three hundred years, following after Ni-ki as Jake rolls his eyes with a big smile on his face. Walking through the front door, Jake turns on the lights as Ni-ki calls out "Mum? Dad? We got a cat!" not hearing a response as they all head upstairs. Opening all of the doors to check, Jake replies "I guess they must still be partying" while everyone gathers in his room. Back at the Town Hall party where Winifred casted the curse upon the crowd to dance until they drop dead, the Sims unfortunately are caught up in the middle of the crowd with the spell manipulating them. In Jakes room Ni-ki curls up on his bed as Binx drinks some milk from a small ceramic dish. "You're my kitty now. You'll have milk and tuna fish everyday and you'll only hunt mice for fun" Ni-ki proclaims as Binx jumps up to join him on the bed. "You're gonna turn me into one of those fat, useless, contented house cats aren't you?" "you betcha" Ni-ki giggles almost mischievously looking over at Jake as him and Y/N cuddle up to each other on the stairs with a blanket, smiling back at him happy to see him and Binx so content after the chaotic and treacherous day they had. Eventually they all doze off into a deep slumber, exhausted from running around and fighting all day, completely unaware that the challenges are yet to be over.

At the High School, the Sanderson sisters somehow having survived through the fire, break down the door stepping out. " Hello. I want my book" dead pans Winifred, repeating her statement in french, then continuing to pat herself to get off the ashes and dirt as her sisters cough and do the same behind her. "You wanna smash some pumpkins?" drawls out Jay "no" "... you wanna look in windows and watch babes undress?" he tries again, listing off things him and Ice could do to pass time, as they sit on the steps of a dark house covered in toilet paper eating the candy they stole as "toll fees". "It's 3 in the morning... they're already undressed" Ice deadpans, "well then you think of something" Jay glares smacking his shoulder, "I don't feel so good" Ice retorts, "cause you're eating too much candy you oinker!" bites back Jay as they begin to argue and push each other. In the middle of their bickering the Sanderson trio, after continuing their hunt for the children, go to pass them on the sidewalk until Mary almost breaks her neck coming to a halt after catching a whiff of Jake's trainers on Ice's feet and bends down as she starts smelling them. "Yo witch, get your face off my shoes" demands Ice in disgust "ooohh wrong boy Winnie, I'm sorry" she begins to whine and apologize to the eldest "why, why, why was I cursed with such idiot sisters" Winnie complains already planning on dragging Mary away while Ice and Jay watch in amusement, slight smirks on their faces. "Just lucky I guess" retorts Sarah distracted by a piece if toilet paper and swinging it around as Mary tries to hide her giggle. "Oh man, how come it's always the ugly chicks that stay out late" sneers Jay nudging Ice and causing the sisters to abruptly halt in their step. Turning slowly towards the young teens, the eldest orders her sisters to grab them as they head back home deciding to use the boys instead of searching for Ni-ki. In their cabin, after stringing Jay and Ices who are locked in cages from their ceiling, the eldest rambles as she tries to recollect the recipe for the potion they need before the end of the night "we haven't much time left...we shall-we shall have to make the potion from memory" stresses Winnie. "Hey" cries out Jay, "let us out of here, we're sorry" he whines, "we think you're really cute". "HUSH" Winnie silences him, too busy feeling stressed over the lack of her spell book "remember, remember, remember... now I remember! I was here. The book was there. You, Mary, you were here. Sarah you were in the back dancing idiotically and the book said... I remember it like it was yesterday. Oil of boil and a dead mans nose". "Dead mans toes" chimes out Sarah correcting her but getting ignored, "no no his thumbs? Or was it his gums? A dead mans buns? Sounds like mums, funs, funs, chungs! Dead mans chungs!". "Chungs" whispers Jay scared "theres no such thing as chungs" corrects Mary "your right" whines Winnie "it's no use, I don't remember the ingredients. I-I-I've got to have my book!" she cries out running away distressed with Mary following her and Sarah grabbing onto Jay's cage spinning him as he cries out that he's gonna puke. Opening the window the eldest begins to call out in a sing song voice "booooookkkk, come home or make thyself known" she sobs.

Whilst the new mini family slumber with light snores and slow deep breaths, Allison having followed them from a distance after being sent home, tries the front door which is fortunately unlocked, and ascends the stairs trying to be as quiet as possible. Sneaking up to Jakes room, she gently opens the door and squeezes through starting her search for the spell book. Quietly she lifts random books, loose pages, articles of clothing, etc while checking over her shoulder every once in a while for any signs of the groups waking up she doesn't find anything. About to give up feeling like she wasted her time, she gets an idea that the young witch must've kept the book with herself and tip toes to where she's sleeping not noticing at first that the boy of her obsession is under Y/N. Getting close, she gently lifts the blanket begrudgingly noticing that Jake has the witch wrapped up tight in his arms with his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck. Irritated and trying to hold in a scream of anger, she catches a glimpse of the book near the witches head and grabs it quickly before covering them back. Despite feeling envious, Allison slowly starts inching towards the open door trying to leave in hopes she'll be able to read it and find something to get rid of the sisters and gain Jakes attention... if she's lucky then also get rid of the young witch so there's no competition. As she heads down the stairs opening the book and reading as she goes, the new lovebirds rouse from their slumber gently nudging each others noses as they look into each others eyes. "You okay?" mumbles Jake sleepily while gently pushing some of her hair behind her ear and gently holding her by the junction between her throat and jaw " 'm okay" she slurs a bit with her eyes closed and softly nudging her nose against his, still exhausted. "Just worried a bit.... I don't know why but I feel like we're missing something" "what do you mean?" he asks gently tilting her head up so she'll look at him again "it's just earlier... I heard Winifred mention something about 24 hours and it got me thinking. They're set on getting Ni-ki to use him for the spell right? However they only have until the end of All Hallows Eve aka tonight which explains why they were so adamant. What I don't get and is making me slightly nervous is... how exactly does the spell she used work and how it affects not only them but Thackery. I can't help but feel like we're missing something. I think he should've been released from his curse and able to cross over if we defeated them... but he's still here and I feel bad saying that knowing how attached Ni-ki is to him now but I'm a little worried Jaeyun" she looks away a bit. "Hey, we're not going anywhere and we're in this together okay? I'll help you however I can but don't stress yourself too much right now lets take it step by step my love" he soothes her "my love huh?" she quirks a brow at him with a knowing little smirk and a twinkle in her eyes, "sorry it um it kinda slipped out" he scratches his head abashedly looking away, "I love it, my love" she coos pulling him closer by the nape of his neck and kissing him softly. Breaking apart from their soft moment with little stars in their eyes, Y/N suggests they check the spell book so she can figure out more about the curse and how to help Thackery. Passing her hand by her head, her brows furrow together as she feels nothing turning to Jake and asking him if he moved the book. Confirming that he doesn't know what happened to the book and helping her search they both look up at each other with wide eyes as they hear the front door close tripping over each other and the blanket whilst trying to quietly run down the stairs as quick as possible without waking Ni-ki and Binx.

In their cabin Mary is still trying to comfort a disheveled and sobbing Winifred "Winnie do you want to hit me? Would that cheer you up? No..okay" she concedes lifting Winnie's legs up to rest as she grabs a round hand fan and begins to fan her. "This is the end... I feel it" Winnie cries solemnly "we are doomed. I feel the icy breath of death upon my neck. Mary? Take me to the window... I wish to say goodbye" "yes Winnie" Mary gently lifts her and helps her walk to the open window. "Goodbye...goodbye cruel world...goodbye to life....goodbye...goodbye...goodbye to all that" she mourns before looking up and catching a glimpse of a beam of light, with her eyes widening in shock she begins to elbow Mary gaining her attention "Sister! Observe" she points her crooked finger directly at the beam "they opened it! HAHAHAH! Just when our time was running out, come! We must fly!". Gathering the youngest they all search the old cottage for anything that they may be able to use as a flying device. Winnie finds an old broom, Sarah an old mop, and Mary... an old vacuum? Together they take off heading towards the light. Unbeknownst to Allison who is still hovering on the sidewalk, when she opened the spell book it produced a blinding orangish light unseen to mortals that alerts the true owner aka Winifred Sanderson of the exact location of her book, inevitably leading them to the Sim household. Jake and Y/N after making it downstairs throw the front door open and run towards the sidewalk in hopes of catching whoever stole the book. Seeing Allison Y/N grabs Jake's arm stopping him from going any further "let me handle her this time Jaeyun" she softly demands as he nods and lets her take the lead. "I should've known you'd be the thief, you seem to have a knack for doing everything you're not supposed to" "what's the matter witch afraid I'll find a way to take Jake from you" "don't you think it's pathetic that you keep doing all of these dangerous and idiotic things in hopes of gaining his attention? Any spell you find in that book will be more of a curse than a blessing.. he'll never legitimately care for you" the young witch tries to reason with the young blonde. "Does it matter? He'll still be devoted to me and not you" "you know I've tried to be nice to you and figured you'd learn your lesson and take accountability like a big girl but you seriously need some help....don't worry my services are free" she drawls in a saccharine voice before casting a temporary spell on Allison turning her into a mouse. "I'd scurry along if I were you, Thackery loves a little late night snack" she taunts watching as Allison scurries away and picks up the now closed book before turning back to Jake who's trying to hold in his laughter. "What?" "That might be the funniest and sexiest thing I've ever seen anyone do" he giggles pulling her in by her waist "oh you liked my little show" she asks with a playful smirk and twinkle in her eye. "I like you being protective over me" he taunts raising a brow at her while biting at his lips to hide his cheshire cat smile as she scoffs and rolls her eyes "she'll be back to normal in 12 hrs if you want her to chase after you so badly" she taunts "too bad I only want one girl to want me" he grabs her throat looking into her eyes. "Okay Romeo, let's get back inside before Ni-ki thinks something happened" she guides him back inside trying to hide her smile and slight blush as he quietly laughs. Suddenly feeling a chill and uneasy Y/N falters with Jake wrapping himself around her as she shushes him "what? Whats wrong" he whispers "somethings wrong I can feel it... stay behind me" she warns starting to creep up the steps with Jake following close behind.

Jake and the young witch having been caught up with Allison and getting the book back, were too distracted to notice when the three Sanderson sister's made it to the Sim residence and broke into Jakes room. The sister's made quick work of putting Binx in a sack and grabbing Ni-ki with a hand over his mouth to muffle his screams. Sarah hearing the door open and close downstairs hid under the covers planning on scaring the two teens as they left all the lights off minus the bedside lamp. As Jake and Y/N get to the top floor they check each room looking for anything peculiar before coming to Jake's door. Turning to look at each other they give a quick encouraging nod and silently count down from three before throwing open the door. Jake cuts in front of the young witch and goes to move the covers off the bed to check on Ni-ki when Sarah jumps up at them causing him to shriek and stumble back into Y/N as Sarah cackles. "Looking for these" taunts the eldest stepping out of the closet holding the sack with Binx and Mary holding Ni-ki "give me back my brother" demands Jake trying to run at them before Winifred zaps him sending him into his drum set and knocking him unconscious. Y/N quickly runs in front him with her right hand out ready to protect him while trying to keep the book tucked under her left arm "watch it" she warns. "Oh it's no matter you traitorous wench! We have the child and now all we need is the book... be a good girl for once and hand. it. over." "never" she hisses trying to fight off Sarah and Mary. Putting up a good fight she's able to knock both of them on their asses before the eldest zaps her as well forcing her to her knees, as Mary struggles but ultimately ends up ripping the book out of her arms. With everything back in their possession, the sister's head back to the window they snuck in through and take their leave with Sarah holding Ni-ki, Mary holding onto the book, and Winifred holding onto Binx. "Come Sister's, the candles magic is almost spent and dawn approaches" she reminds them before taking off, leaving the two teens a crumpled mess on the floor. Y/N after overcoming the pain bestowed upon her from the eldest hears a groan and fights to push herself up and throw all of the broken debris off of Jake and help him up. "Are you okay?" "Ughh I'm fine, are you? Where is Ni-ki?" Y/N's eyes get blurry as she feels like she failed and didn't fight hard enough. "I'm sorry I'm s-so sorry I tried to fight them off but she shocked me and then th-the-they took him and I'm so sorry Jake it's all my fault" she sobs "hey hey shhh you tried okay? You did way better than me anyway I was literally unconscious... it's not your fault baby. It's not your fault" he soothes holding her in place forcing her to look him in the eyes "it's okay, we're gonna find him and get him back okay?" "okay" she whispers out brokenly as he helps the both of them up off the floor.

"Use thy voice Sarah!" bellows Winifred as they fly over lakes heading back to their cabin "fill the sky. Bring the little brats to die. EEEHAHAHAH HAA!". Sarah with the encouragement of her sister and having wanted to play all day begins singing, her eerily mellifluous voice resonating through the city below. "Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment" her body begins slithering up, arms stretching towards the sky as if feeling the energy flowing through her body like static "come little children, the time's come to play. Here in my garden of Ma-agic". The streets of Salem begin to fill as every child and teen under 18 put in a subconscious trance, sleep-walk out of their homes and begin their trek to the old Sanderson cottage. Hearing the singing and humming Jake and Y/N run up the steps to the lookout tower and see the herd of children roaming the streets allured by the voice. "Hey! HEY! You guys don't listen to her! Hey, up here!" Jake shouts trying to grab their attention "They won't hear us Jake, they're entranced. Let's focus on getting Ni-ki home and how to get rid of them". "Okay, how do we do that then?" he inquires "Well we know they'll take Ni-ki back to the cottage because that's where she's the most prepared so that's not an issue" she states pacing back and forth trying to critically think about the entire situation. "Yeah, but then we still have to figure out how to get rid of them or they'll just keep following us and we'll be repeating the same cycle over and over again" Jake adds matter-of-factly. "I know" starts Y/N fiddling with her necklace before coming to a stop in front of him as a lightbulb goes off "Wait! Winifred said earlier while you were unconscious that the candles magic will soon be spent..and emphasized that dawn approaches. The Black Flame Candle! It must've only brought them back for the night of All Hallows eve meaning... that unless they can recreate the spell and collect the lives of the children of Salem.... then when the sun comes up they'll perish! That's why she was so set on getting everything done so quickly and why the boiler room didn't work. They had the power of the candle protecting them but once it runs out they're dust!" she concludes eyes slightly widening as Jake grabs her by her throat smashing his mouth onto hers in a deep sensual kiss stealing her breath away before slightly separating keeping his nose touching hers "God I fucking love how sexy that big nerdy brain of yours is" he moans out before pressing one more fiery kiss on her lips "let's go get Ni-ki" Y/N mumbles feeling slightly giddy and flustered while trying to push him away before he loses focus "right... one more kiss?" "No. Come on Jaeyun" "Oh come on" he whines out pouting behind her. Stopping in his door frame, she turns to him pulling him in by his shirt "the faster we save Ni-ki and get rid of those broads the faster we can come back... if you're a good boy we can do more than kissing" she coos and flutters her eyelashes at him as he immediately nods and races out the house "what are you waiting for slow poke, move it!" he rushes as she shakes her head with a slight smirk following quickly behind him.

"The children are coming" coos Sarah "excellent! Well done sister Sarah" praises Winifred as she continues preparing the potion now that she has her spell book back. Ni-ki is tied up in a chair with rope struggling to break lose while Binx fights to get out of the burlap sack they have him in hung by the fireplace "Let me out of here!". Jake after nabbing his parents keys for the family SUV begins trying to carefully but quickly drive through the crowd of zombie-like children "Come on. Move it!" he honks and yells out at them trying make a clear path. "I'm gonna ralph" "no more candy please!" whine out Jay and Ice as the sisters try to fatten them up even more "soon the lives of all thy little friends will be mine" snarks Winifred making her way towards her book "and I shall be young and beautiful again forever". "It doesn't matter how young or old you are" remarks Ni-ki "you sold your soul to the Devil! You're the ugliest thing that's ever lived and you know it" demeans Ni-ki. "You. Die. First" hisses Winifred infuriated that some little twerp has insulted her before turning back to the potion and spitting into it causing it to foam up and flash a bright green colour. Jake and Y/N begin to pull up to the cottage trying to be as silent as possible, while Y/N thinks of a quick plan to get Ni-Ki and Thackery out so they can head back to the cemetery. The young witch stays outside as she puts tinted films over the headlights to mimic the sun as Jake goes to retrieve Ni-ki and Binx. "Tis ready, pry open his mouth" "gladly" Mary states as Winnie scoops out a bit of the potion as they all try to force Ni-ki to open his mouth and drink it. "Don't do it Ni-ki, don't drink it!" calls Binx still trying to break out. Ni-ki bites Mary and stomps on Sarahs foot as Winnie comes closer and tries to put the giant wooden spoon near her mouth, at that moment Jake bursts through the door "prepare to die! Again." he states coldly "You. You have no powers here you fool!" Winnie snarls. "Hollywood!" cries out Jay thinking he's gonna be saved "maybe not" Jake continues ignoring Jay "but there's a power greater than your magic and that's knowledge" "come on man" jay whines "and there's one thing that I know that you don't" "and what is that, dudeee?" asks Winnie sarcastically as Sarah bursts out in a wheezy cackle. "Daylight savings time" says Jake cockily as Y/N turns on the headlights making it shine a pinkish red with the tint, fooling the sister's into thinking the sun is coming up as they all start screaming and dramatically "melting" complaining about how much it "hurts". Jake immediately runs over to Ni-ki untying him before running to grab Binx "Hot. Hot. Hot cat. HOT CAT!" bellows out Binx in slight pain as they untie him "hold on Binx" placates Ni-ki as they all run towards the door. "Hey Hollywood, help us out of here?" tries to beg Ice and Jay but Jake ignores them and takes back his shoes off of Ice's feet "tubular" he mocks running out. "Hurry up Ni-ki we gotta go!" he tries to pull Ni-ki to the SUV "wait. I wanna see her turn to dust." demands Ni-ki before hearing Y/N whistle out to them and pointing out the clever little trick they pulled with the tint and headlines "on second thought.. pump it!" he rushes out as they all pack into the vehicle and speed off.

"Noona!" exclaims Ni-ki reaching over to hug her just happy to be away from the witches. A couple moments later after not feeling anything as the lay in a huddle on the floor "damn that boy! He tricked us again" bellows Winifred vexed. "Oh you're right, you're always right" claims Mary "Its my curse.... that and you two. Get off me you thundering oafs!" they immediately shoot up from their spot scared of the eldest's wrath. "Look the candles almost out. My potion... my beautiful potion.. look there's just enough left" she states annoyed "for one child, get the vile!". The mass of children are getting closer to the cabin as Jake tries to drive through them "oh come on, seriously move it!" as he honks and swerves, getting closer to the cemetery. "Oh joy just enough... this is perfect for that little toe-headed brat" "but we have a child. Actually two children" states Sarah pointing at Ice and Jay "and look Winnie, more children are arriving" Mary calls opening the windowing showing the yard now occupied with children. "Winnie, we'll make more potion because we have the book!" cheers Sarah "we haven't the time" reprimands Winnie "besides I want to get that little rat-faced kid that called me..." "oh don't say it, don't even say it" "ugly?" and Winnie starts crying "oh honey, I know" tries to comfort Mary. "he really hurt my feelings" "he's just jealous" "he doesn't even know me" "I know" Mary placates her. "You know, I've always wanted a child and now I think I'll have one..on toast!" Winnie screeches before storming outside to take flight with her sisters. "Step on it hyung!" commands Ni-ki "are they following us?" asks Jake as Y/N turns to check through the back window "no" "good" he lets out a relieved breath picking up the pace on the now deserted road. The sisters catch up to the kids as Winifred lowers herself to be in line with the drivers window "pull over. Let me see your driver's permit?" she cackles choking Jake and trying to pull him out of the car, as Y/N fights her off and Ni-Ki tries to help hold the steering wheel in place so they don't fly off the road. Jake throws her into a bush right as he brakes in front of the cemetery whipping the vehicle into park. Rushing to get inside where the Sanderson trio can't touch them "Hurry, Hurry! Come on, let's get a move on" beckons Binx running to the center, as Jake closes the gate and tries catching up with the group but runs straight into Billy Butcherson's body falling over. Y/N and Ni-ki hearing a thump and Jakes grunt stop and turn around to check on him before Ni-ki freaks out seeing the butcherson boy hovered over his hyung trying to run to him as Binx and Y/N stop him " No Ni-ki, wait". Jake pulls out a switch blade from his pocket and rushes to stand up threatening Billy with the Blade "run, Niki, run" as they trio take off and Jake keeps the zombie distracted. "Billy! Billy listen to me, kill him if you must. Just bring me that child Ni-ki" commands Winifred as she hovers near the gates "and put some wiggle in it, you putrid festering sore!". Billy holding Jake in a headlock grabs his blade and uses it to cut open his sewn mouth coughing up dirt, cloth, and worms "kill him, do it now!" "wench" spits out Billy for the first time shocking himself and Jake. "Trollop" he starts feeling excited he can finally tell her off and say everything he's been holding in "you buck-toothed, mop-riding, firefly from hell... I've waited centuries to say that" he turns his head to murmur to Jake. Trying to prevent a gag from the smell and twisting his face away "ughh say what you want man, just don't breathe on me please" he begs in disgust. "Billy! I killed you once.. I shall kill you again you maggoty malfeasance" she chides as he waves her off, giving her his back as he leads Jake to the rest of the group.

As they join the group, Ni-ki runs into Jake holding onto him "I'm so glad you're okay" "I'm stronger than you think lil man" "whatever" he laughs pushing him away. "Come on. We'll have to hold them out until Dawn" reminds Binx as they try to hatch a plan to save Ni-ki "it's our only hope". "Hi Billy!" greets Ni-ki kinda excited to speak to a real zombie as he turns to smile at the kid thinking he's cute "you'll be safe in here" he gently guides Ni-ki to his grave as Y/N begins a spell to make a protective barrier. "You okay ki?" "Yeah, feels a little weird standing in a grave while I'm alive... but I'm not one to complain" he giggles causing the others to laugh and watch him with a fond smile. Jake practices some boxing moves as the young witch finishes her spell just in the nick of time "here they come!" alerts Thackery "Billy, guard Ni-ki. Y/N and Jake spread out" as everyone rushes to their station. "For the last time, prepare to meet thy doom" threatens Winnie as she lowers herself as close to the ground as possible "you little pest. I've had enough of you!" she begins chasing him before he trips over a branch narrowly avoiding her grasp. Y/N using some holy water she has saved in a little vile splashes it at Sarah burning her as she tries to get her, effectively warding her off while Billy tells Winifred to fuck off after she strikes a tree in hopes of it incapacitating him. Seeing how that didn't work she instead swoops down and kicks Billy's head off temporarily immobilizing him as he tries to search for it, Ni-ki not fully thinking about it leaves the safety barrier Y/N created for him and runs to give him back his head "here Billy, I think you need this". Noticing the opening she's gotten, Winifred quickly snatches Ni-ki off the ground trying to fly away with him as he screams for his hyung to help him. "NI-KI NOOOO" he screams as they all rush to try and go after him "bye-bye big brother" taunts the wicked witch as they all come to a stop in the middle of the field, the witch still hovering on her broom with Ni-ki in her lap. "All right you little trollimog" she sneers pulling out a bottle with the leftover potion "this'll teach you to call people ugly" she spits out after taking the cork off with her bucked-teeth "open your mouth!" she demands fighting with the child, as Binx runs up a tree and jumps at her trying to claw at her face getting her to drop the potion. Fed up with the demon cat she throws him down onto a hard stone knocking him unconscious. "Give me that vial!" she demands seeing Jake catch it "Put him down or I'll smash it" argues Jake "smash it and he dies!" retorts the witch. Having a quick debate mentally Jake tilts his head back and downs the potion as if taking a bitter medicine "hyung no!" screams out Ni-ki terrified "now you have no choice" growls out Jake with his raspy voice "you have to take me". Enraged but knowing she has no choice with dawn approaching soon she begrudgingly lowers Ni-ki to the ground "what a fool to give up thy life for thy sister's" she sneers with a twisted scowl before grabbing him and ascending up "NOOO JAKE!" cries out Ni-ki as Billy and Y/N hold onto him. Jake tries choking her and fighting her as to prevent her from sucking his life source out of him. Calling for help, her sisters all rush to assist but the group grab onto the cord of Mary's vacuum creating tension as Sarah grabs onto her hand trying to get her. Seeing the sun starting to peek through Y/N shouts "now" as they all let go sending the two witches flying.

Distracted by her sister's screams as they fly over her, Jake uses this opportunity to throw her off her broom, as they both fall onto the ground. Forcing her self off the floor, she grabs onto Jake hoisting him above her head sucking at his life source again, before feeling a sizzling heat working up her feet and to her legs. Turning her head doing a triple take with Jake after seeing the sun she desperately calls for her book, getting cut off as she turns to stone and Jake rips himself off landing crumpled on the floor. All three sisters one by one fulminate giving off burst of pinks and greens, and poor Thackery hidden away in a corner slightly forgotten, opens his eyes watching them disintegrate and lets out one last pitiful meow as he lays still. With them gone and the spell wearing off, Jake begins to gain consciousness with a slight groan. "JAKE!!" Ni-ki calls running to help him up "are you okay?" he asks worried "yeah.. I think so" "you saved my life.." he starts getting teary eyed "I thought I was gonna lose you" he sobs as Jake engulfs him in a bear hug. "I'm your big brother of course I did and didn't I tell you I'm stronger than you think lil man" he scoffs out with a playful eye-roll causing Ni-ki to giggle just happy his brothers okay "I love you jerk-face" "I love you too". Getting up they join Y/N giving her hugs before turning to Billy as he starts lowering himself into his grave "bye Billy, have a nice sleep" encourages Ni-ki "hey Billy" calls Jake drawing his attention as he looks up "thanks" he says wholeheartedly meaning it. After the Butcherson boy yawns and falls back asleep in his grave Ni-ki begins looking around "hey... where's Binx?" as they start searching for him. "Binx? Binx? NO BINX" Ni-ki cries out seeing Binx unmoving on the floor running to pick him up as Y/N and Jake sadly watch knowing how attached they got to each other. "He can't die remember? Binx, BInx wake up.. wake up!" he screeches as Y/N pulls him close trying to comfort him "Ni-ki? Come on, please don't be sad for me" calls out Thackery in the distance. Looking up they all see the ghost or spirit of Thackery Binx "Binx is that you?" Ni-ki sniffles out "yeah.. I look a little different as a human again huh" he tries to joke and comfort Ni-ki "the witches are dead and my soul's finally free. You freed me Ni-ki... thank you. Hey, Jake? Thanks for letting that crazy girl light the candle" they all laugh to themselves. They all watch with teary eyes as a beautiful little girl, beautiful little Emily, steps out of the woods calling for Thackery and asking him what took him so long to find her "I'm sorry Emily, I had to wait 300 years for some virgin to light a candle" he tries to explain as the walk through the gates. "Let's go home boys" beckons Y/N pulling them close as they head home, one boy on each arm as she gives both of them a peck on the check. Back at the town hall the spell the witches put on the party finally wore off with all of the parents trudging out sluggishly, drenched in sweat "man and I thought the parties in LA were insane" Mr.Sim tells Mrs.Sim. Jay and Ice are still trapped in the cages and have started sing "Row,Row,Row your boat" to entertain themselves until hopefully someone finds them. Allison's spell wore off as she was returned to her original form fortunately with no memory of what happened curtesy of a crafty little witch. Speaking of the pretty little witch, the Sim family adore her and are already counting on wedding bells and grandkids in a few years and Jake feels ecstatic that she's attending school with him and getting to spend as much time as possible with his girl. Somehow she was able to get the house next door to them but the boys prefer not to ask as some secrets are more fun.

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Whumptober 19 - Blood Trail

title: washed up

fandom: hermitcraft smp

cw: blood and violence

It was his own fault, really. His own fault that he didn’t check the durability on his elytra, that he hadn’t bothered to enchant them with Mending. How was his laziness more pressing than Mending?

So Etho had tumbled out of the sky, drifting where he could on his damaged wings, until he managed to crash into a tree and fall through its branches, where he landed on the ground just at the edge of a forest.

Etho groaned, pushed himself up onto his knees. His face stung from the lash of the branches against his cheeks, his entire body sore from the impact against the ground. He might have broken his right wrist, caught under his body. It was already swelling up, his hand practically useless.

He wiped his other hand across his face, grimaced when it came away bloody. A quick look down showed he was bleeding from a multitude of different scrapes on his body, his clothes torn here and there. None of them looked serious, or even all that deep, so that could have been a lot worse.

A wrist and some scrapes wasn’t the end of the world, but the dull pain coming from his ankle told him that wasn’t all. He shifted to sit, tugged down the sock of his right foot to check it.

Yep, it looked about the same as his wrist, already swelling up. Maybe broken, maybe badly sprained—either way, he wasn’t walking out of there.

It wasn’t too bad, he supposed. He could be in a lot worse of a situation. Sure, night was falling, but if he messaged the main chat for help, someone would come get him.

<Etho> hey anybody on-world and awake

<Docm77> Hello

<Cubfan135> I never sleep

<Tango> so not bdubs? haha

<Etho> my elytra broke far away… ://

<Tango> oh etho

<Cubfan135> no mending?

<Etho> I haven’t gotten around to it

<Docm77> how far away are you?

<Etho> idk pretty far out

<Etho> [COORDINATES]

<Tango> oh dude that’s forever away

<Etho> yup

<Cubfan135> needing some help?

<Etho> well I think I broke my ankle

<Cubfan135> oh nooo

<Docm77> no potions?

<Etho> nope

<Cubfan135> suiting up now

<Docm77> omw

<Etho> thanks guys haha

Etho set his communicator down in the grass, dug through his satchel. He usually carried a couple of bandages, so he could at least wrap the ankle, get it some support.

He did find an ace bandage, thankfully. He set one end against his ankle, started looping it around the arch of his foot and the joint of his ankle. He moved with practiced efficiency, pinning the loose end and pulling his sock and his shoe back up over it.

He tested it carefully, putting a bit of weight on that foot. Not too bad, but nothing that he thought he could reliably walk on.

A groan sounded from the treeline, and Etho’s head jerked up, scanning the trees for movement. Had the sun already set enough for monsters to spawn?

He wouldn’t be able to wield a sword all that well. He last practiced left-handed combat . . . two or three years ago, probably, on a consistent schedule, he just hadn’t needed it in so long. . . .

“This is why you stay on top of your skills, Etho,” he told himself. Maybe he could construct some sort of shelter? Or—

Another groan from the forest. He’d never been that fond of building, so he didn’t tend to carry that kind of stuff on him. Especially not when he was just flying out to find some unexplored cave, his pockets as empty as they could be. Sure, he had torches, but that wouldn’t be enough to fend off a horde of zombies.

He passed over a village not too long ago, didn’t he? If he could find a large enough stick to lean on, maybe he could make his way back toward it. Surely it wouldn’t be too far of a trek—he remembered seeing it just before he crashed.

Etho glanced back at the forest, the most likely place to find a stick. No sun filtered out through the thick canopy of trees, the darkness much deeper than it ought to have been, even at this late hour.

Yeah. That probably wasn’t going to happen.

He had to lean on his sword, then, and hope that it was enough. Luckily, the ground was dry enough that the tip shouldn’t just sink into the earth. Etho counted that as a blessing and started off, adjusting his left-handed grip on the hilt after each step, trying to find what worked best.

It wasn’t all that helpful, to be honest. The sword was just too short to work the way he wanted it to, and he would have preferred it on his other side. Just his luck that he happened to break the wrist and ankle of the same side of his body.

He probably should have wrapped his wrist, too, but he wasn’t in the habit of carrying more than one ace bandage, and he didn’t really have time. His arm shoved into his sleeveless coat, held in place by the halfway-zipped zipper, would have to do.

He should message the others, let them know that he was moving and heading toward a town, but when he reached for his communicator at his belt, he found the holster empty.

Uh-oh.

Etho turned (slowly, too slowly), spotted his communicator on the ground where he’d left it, ten feet behind him, resting in the grass.

Come on.

“Okay,” he breathed, staring at it. How long had it taken him to walk those couple of steps? Not too long, surely, mere minutes, but minutes were everything at sundown.

Should he risk it? Grab his communicator, or keep making his way toward the village?

It was more important to be able to update his friends, probably.

He tightened his hold on his sword, started to hobble back to his communicator. He tried to keep his uneven footsteps quiet, careful not to disturb any monsters in the woods, but the grass underfoot was dry and crunched, and his gait wasn’t particularly suited for quiet at the moment.

He made it to his communicator, though, and puzzled for a moment with the concept of picking it up. He could bend forward if he put his weight on his sword, but he wouldn’t be able to pick it up with his free hand. Not to mention, when he attempted to bend over, his back shot through with stiffening pain—deep tissue bruises from his fall, no doubt.

Right. How was he meant to do this?

He could crouch, he supposed. On one leg, though? Well, his right leg might not take much weight, but it could at least steady him. He would have to put his sword into its sheath, unable to hold it and unwilling to drop it.

He fumbled with it, awkwardly trying to work his sword into the sheath with his left hand. He managed to slide it in, though, and was about to crouch when he heard the snapping of underbrush.

Etho looked up, eyes trained on the dark woods. He scanned them, back and forth, and quickly identified the source of the movement—a bush, right up at the edge, trembling as something pushed its way through—

A rotting hand shoved aside the last branch, and a zombie stumbled out, arms reaching toward Etho.

Now, Etho didn’t usually have any problems dispatching zombies. A quick stab and slash, maybe a running jump, and they were down. One of the easier monsters to handle, honestly. Far easier than creepers or skeletons.

But this zombie was . . . different.

Etho had seen zombie villagers before. He’d always shuddered at their twisted features, their not-quite-right noises. He’d killed those as well, if they were too far gone to be restored.

This one was, quite notably, not too far gone.

It was a farmer, once. Its wide-brimmed hat protected it from the last rays of the sun, its blood-stained overalls not thick enough to save it from whatever zombie bit it, blood staining the jean. Gloves hung from its belt, one almost entirely slipped out, just a finger pinning it in place.

It wasn’t quite a zombie, though, not yet. Sure, its skin was splotched with green, its mouth hanging open to show rotting teeth. Its eyes were completely clouded over with white, its fingernails cracked and blackened. But something about it screamed human, something in the way it checked right and left before lurching toward Etho, something in its repetitive swallowing of saliva instead of letting it all drip down its chin.

This was a freshly-turned zombie villager. Its reflexes were likely to be quicker, its bites stronger. Usually, Etho would turn the thing back, but as proved earlier, of course he didn’t think to bring an Ender chest with him.

He didn’t want to kill it, though. It was just a farmer, maybe still conscious enough to recognize that something was wrong, and he hated to condemn it to death for not being able to defend itself against a monster—not when he should have been able to help it.

Ah, well. He cared more about surviving this encounter than feeling bad for a zombie.

“Whoa there, buddy,” Etho said, hopping back a bit on his uninjured foot. His communicator remained on the ground as he tried to get his sword back out, sweaty fingers pulling fruitlessly on the handle. “If you want to just hang tight for a minute, my friends are on their way. They can turn you back.”

He didn’t think that the zombie could understand him, but there wasn’t any harm in trying.

His sword came free—

The zombie lunged—

Etho missed. Etho missed, and the zombie reached for him—he did his best to twist away, but his good foot slipped out from under him. He hit the ground and swung back blindly with his sword, pulling himself away on his bad arm. His wrist buckled under him and he gasped, pain surging through it.

Before he could properly turn around and defend himself, the zombie was on top of him. Etho writhed, tried to shove it off, but before he could get any leverage, it was biting down on his upper left arm.

A pained noise escaped his clenched teeth as he felt his flesh break under the zombie’s teeth, fire spreading from the bite. Involuntarily, his fingers released the sword, letting it clatter to the ground beside him. He shoved back, managing to dislodge the zombie—but a glance down showed several of the teeth still stuck in his bloody flesh. Etho rolled onto his back, scooted backwards as quickly as he could.

The zombie threw itself at him again, and Etho had nothing to defend himself with—

It bit into his chest this time, and Etho kicked and kicked and beat at its head with his fist, grimacing as its soft head gave way partially under the heel of his palm. White-hot pain burst from his chest as its jaw clamped down on him—Etho’s arms spasmed, but he just forced himself to breathe through it and kept trying to push the zombie away.

Without warning, his broken ankle erupted in pain. For a moment, he couldn’t make sense of it—the zombie was still on top of him, pulling away with a mouthful of flesh, blood dripping everywhere: how could it have grabbed his foot?

There was a hand wrapped around his bad ankle, and as the zombie pushed off of him, Etho saw it.

Another zombie villager, and this one was a teenage boy. It was a farmer as well, made clear by its jeans and straw hat, and Etho had a moment of staring at the two through tear-blurred eyes before he realized that they were probably father and son.

Then the son pulled, and Etho had a second realization.

He’d only seen this happen once. A villager reported missing from one of his villagers, that had been seen dragged away by multiple zombie villagers. Etho had ventured out in search and discovered an entire zombie villager family, feasting on the kidnapped villager.

These two were taking him to their family.

That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all.

“Hey,” Etho gasped, trying to spot his communicator as they started to haltingly drag him toward the forest. “Hey, I don’t really appreciate this. I’ve got—things—”

There it was, glinting in the grass—he reached for it—

The farmer’s boot came down on it, the screen cracking and fizzing out.

Maybe it still worked?

Etho twisted around onto his stomach, gritting his teeth against the scream that tried to tear from his throat at the turn of his injured ankle. His efforts were wasted, anyhow; his communicator was already out of reach.

He kicked, grabbed the grass, tried his best to fight, but the father growled something like a warning and Etho let himself go limp. He just had to wait for an opportune moment.

They breached the treeline, and Etho groaned aloud when the branches and roots of the underbrush began to pull at his clothes, scraping his skin up even worse.

This was going to be fun.

“Uh-oh,” Cub said as they landed at the coordinates that Etho had sent. Doc made a noise of unease.

Before them was Etho’s communicator, a large crack splintering down the screen. His sword lay abandoned a couple of feet away.

More ominous than anything, however, was the clear sign of something heavy being dragged through the broken grass and into the woods, the trail dotted and smeared with darkness that shines in the light of Doc’s torch. Blood.

They looked at each other, a quick analysis of the situation passing between them.

No discussion was needed. They turned toward the forest and charged in.

Following the trail was easy—blood marred it, of course, but whatever had taken Etho had made sure to drag him through the worst of the underbrush, making a clear path all the way through. Cub kept one eye on the ground while Doc followed close behind, his mechanical eye whirring.

Then they heard a sound that chilled their very bones.

A scream, cut-off and choked, sounding from not too far within.

Without a word, Cub broke into a run. Doc followed right behind.

Etho was still pretty sure he could make it out of this alive.

They hadn’t reached the rest of the zombie family yet, and the two dragging him hadn’t shown any signs of tiring out, but Etho was just resourceful like that.

He’d managed to roll back onto his back (terrible for his elytra, which he just knew were getting as destroyed as his mask already was), and from there he had pulled his satchel onto his stomach and begun pawing through it, ignoring the quickly-failing mobility of his right arm and the pulsing pain and slow seeping of blood from his chest.

He had torches, a pickaxe repair kit, some basic redstone. Food. Some finer instruments for chiseling. Not much, but certainly enough.

His left-handed throw would be rough, but surely he could launch something at these guys. If he could catch the kid in the face with his chisel, it might loosen its grip enough for Etho to sit up, then swing the miniature sledgehammer at the leg of the father. That should shatter the bone, give Etho a moment to grab his pickaxe off his back and swing.

He grasped the chisel, rubbed it between his bloodstained fingers. He had this. He just needed to breathe, ignore all the pain, and. . . .

Before he could take aim, they broke into something of a clearing—still with heavy tree covering, but few obstructions.

Sitting in the clearing were three other zombie villagers: the farmer’s wife, a baby, and another son.

Oh, no. He’d better not have left this too late.

“I really don’t want to die,” Etho said, as casually as he can manage. “I know that’s kind of your thing, but—”

He threw.

That part worked, somehow. The boy dragging him let go as the chisel hit him square in the nose, stumbling back and covering his face.

The next part . . . didn’t. Etho tried to sit up, tried to swing the sledgehammer at the farmer, but his back seized up with all-encompassing pain, just as it had earlier. He was stuck on the ground, muscles jerking, he couldn’t sit up—

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Etho muttered frantically, doing anything he could to roll to his feet. He’d run on a broken ankle, he didn’t care anymore, but this was getting dangerous and he had to go.

He was too late, not even able to turn onto his stomach as the farmer’s hands closed around his right foot and twisted. Etho screamed, briefly, at the horrible jolt and drag of pain as he felt his bones crunching together—he shoved his forearm into his mouth to stifle the noise, tried to focus through his watering eyes.

He threw the sledgehammer—missed. Just his luck. And now the other zombies were stalking toward him, and the older son was back to it, reaching toward his other leg with his mouth open—

The father bit down on his foot, his teeth held at bay by Etho’s shoe. Etho jerked, tried and succeeded in kicking him in the teeth, despite the added pain to his ankle. The farmer dropped him, but the son had his other leg and bit down on his shin—it hurt, it hurt, and the little baby was crawling toward his face, green hands reaching for Etho’s eyes—

This was it. Etho was going to die here.

He had a good run, he supposed. Friends, laughs, some redstone contraptions. Looking back, he’d had more good times than bad times, and that had to mean something. He must have done something right, right?

He didn’t have the energy to fight anymore, but he didn’t give up. He still tried to get away, still struggled and kicked and flung out. He still shoved the baby away.

But his energy was flagging, and soon enough, he would be nothing more than zombie food. The farmer’s wife, bent over him, tore into his stomach—the other son was gnawing on his shoulder—this was definitely it—

He’d never been this bone-chillingly terrified before, it washed over him like a tropical storm, he was dying—

Etho didn’t hear the thud and twang of the crossbow firing, nor did he see the bullet land, but he did see the wife zombie stumble away from him, landing hard on its back. He watched it, confused, his left hand coming up to uselessly try to staunch the bleeding from the gouge in his stomach.

This time, he did hear the whistle of an arrow, which buried itself in the older son’s throat and sent him crumpling to the ground, dropping Etho’s leg.

Etho looked back, over his shoulder and to the left, and there—

Cub, Cub drawing another arrow, Doc tossing a crossbow to the side and coming forward, sword already drawn.

Etho could have cried.

They had come for him. They were going to get him out of here.

The other zombies were taken out with relative ease (though Doc did splash a weakness potion on the baby and led it away to give it a slice of golden apple), and Cub was at Etho’s side in mere moments, light touches cataloging each wound.

Cub’s face had never looked so beautiful. And Doc’s.

He was going to survive.

“Hey,” Etho rasped, trying to smile. “Took you long enough.”

“Dude,” Cub shook his head. “We can’t leave you for one second.”

“Yeah, I’m a noob.” He felt a bit lightheaded. Probably the blood loss. “Got any . . . uh, potions?”

Cub clicked his tongue. “Yeah, but we’re gonna want to clean these out before you have anything. Which ankle did you hurt?”

“Uh, the right one. My wrist, too.”

Cub examined them both, his frown growing deeper and deeper. “You’ll probably want to get these checked out by a real doctor, off-world. I don’t wanna give you a potion if it isn’t set properly.”

“Whatever,” Etho said, biting his lip to keep his teeth from chattering. Now that the danger was over, he couldn’t seem to stop shaking. He watched as Cub uncapped a bottle of disinfectant, pouring some onto a piece of cloth and beginning to wipe down the wounds—it stung, of course it stung, he knew it would. Etho tried not to make too much noise.

“No head trauma?” Doc asked, approaching. Etho hummed, still gritting his teeth against the sting of the disinfectant.

“Don’t think so,” he said. “Don’t even remember hitting it on the fall.”

Doc knelt beside his head, took his face between his hands—surprisingly gentle, considering the cold metal of one of them. Etho’s mask was ripped to shreds by now, but Doc still straightened it as he stared into Etho’s eyes, his mechanical eye flashing.

After a moment, he smiled. “You can sleep, Etho. We’ve got you.”

Honestly? Sleep sounded really good.

So Etho fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was home, wounds bandaged and a soft glow coming from the lamp at his bedside.

He was safe.

He closed his eyes again and let sleep take him.

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