#like the Great Witch Maddi

[cryptidowl]

I love it when random side characters get blown out of proportion in a fandom.

It’s either “this is glupshitto he has 3 seconds of screentime and he is our lord and savior”

Or “this is cuntkenzie he is only mentioned in passing and everyone wants to crucify him and stomp on his shallow grave”

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: It's been a while. I thought you would still be sulking somewhere in the corners of hell. *smiles*

Maddi: *hasn't visited the Demon Lord's Castle for almost a month*

Maddi: I'm a busy person. I have important things to take care of.

MC: I see. *serves her refreshments and desserts*

Maddi: I'm here to see Diavolo.

MC: He's busy with tons of paperwork. You can't disturb him.

Maddi: Then how about Lucifer?

MC: He's busy as well.

Maddi: ...

Maddi: How about you?

MC: It doesn't seem like it, but I have things to do as well.

Maddi: Can't those wait?

MC: It depends.

Maddi: Mammon has been captured by witches. It will be your best interest to postpone them.

MC: ...

MC: Were you involved?

Maddi: No.

MC: Very well.

Mammon: Thanks for saving me, attendant! You're really a loyal and reliable servant of The Great Mammon!

MC: Yes, yes. Now be ready to get scolded once you get back to the House Of Lamentation.

Mammon: Wha—

Maddi: ...

MC: *turns to look at her* *hand on their chest* Thank you for helping us. Without you, I wouldn't have known that he was in danger.

Maddi: ...

Maddi: It comes with a payment.

Mammon: Huh?!

Maddi: A simple dinner in my house. You will accept it, aren't you, attendant?

MC: I will go to your house. Sure. But I have this firm belief to never trust a witch's food. Same with sorcerers, of course.

Maddi: I will order takeout then.

Mammon: Uh... What's going on here?

[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

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A sneak peek of the next part of Something To Sink Your Teeth Into

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Vampire/Witch!AU

Why didn’t you tell me? You can’t expect me to believe she forbade you to speak immediately. From the very first?

Sally tried very, very hard to keep her voice calm, even. Tried not to let judgement creep into her tone, tried not to let a hint of the panic that was clawing up her own throat, choking her breath, show in her words or her manner. Sebastian was a weeping mess in front of her, nearly plucking his own feathers out in his despair.

I’m sorry! he wailed, his wings fluttering and flapping as he struggled to rein in his wild emotions. I swear to you, I never thought it would go this far. He wasn’t…he wasn’t like this at first. She thought she could handle it, she thought they could work through it, that he loved her enough to change. And then…and then when it got worse she was afraid of what it would mean for the coven, for her parents. For Evan. You know his family could make life even more difficult for Evan; we couldn’t…we didn’t want to risk it. I begged her, Sally! Please believe me, I begged her to ask for help. She bound me to keep silent the first time he left a mark. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!

Sebastian dissolved once again into great, hiccoughing sobs, and Sally was struck anew by just how damned young he was. One of the youngest familiars in the coven. Maddie Buckley was his first witch. His first experience with the sacred duty to guide and protect the practitioners of the magic they served that all familiars took up when they took physical form in the human world. His first experience, and he had to contend with…this.

She had never liked Doug Kendall. She knew his type—too in love with power and prestige and his own image for the meat beneath the veneer to be anything good. She’d counseled her witch’s sister to look elsewhere for a match as best she could, but Maddie had been too eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of her parents’ house and her parents had been too eager to curry favor with the Kendall coven. Maddie Buckley, sadly, was not the first young witch to be offered up on the altar of coven politics and she would not be the last. Sally had not expected her marriage to be happy.

But she had not expected it to be violent, either.

She’d been arrogant, she saw now. So certain in her ability to take the weight and measure of any witch after so long on this plane of existence. Stupid. Stupid.

Anger burned through her, her magic crackling and snapping beneath her skin. Fury like she hadn’t known in centuries pulsed in her heart, so intense she barely knew what to do with it. She could almost hear her mentors from centuries past whispering in her ear. Who does anger serve Sally? What does anger help Sally? Channel it, Sally. Make it productive.

The problem was the obvious target for her anger was already dead…and so she was left to keep it from splashing all over every other available target.

She was angry with Sebastian. A familiar’s first duty was to protect their witch. There was no getting around the fact that he’d judged the situation between Maddie Buckley and her husband poorly; let Maddie’s desires outweigh what he had to have known was the best course of action and had failed in his duty.

She was angry with herself for not seeing signs that she absolutely should have recognized if she was so damned smart and observant. For not stepping in to help the woman she’d watched grow up, the woman her witch adored above all others in his life, even herself. For not realizing the desperate, foolish plan her witch had come up with to protect his sister until it was too late.

Heaven help her, she was angry at Evan. Why hadn’t he called to her when he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to just drive to his sister’s house and bring her back to their parents’ home? Why hadn’t he called? He knew she would have come. He knew there was nothing she would not risk, nothing she would not give up to protect him. Maddie had had no choice but to defend herself, and she would have stood proudly by her witch to testify to that fact. He had to know that. She was one of the few beings in the state that had the clout to even begin to mount a defense for Maddie, though it mightn’t have been enough. The laws around using your magic to take another witch’s life were strict and all but merciless, for good reason, but…

No.

No, she knew exactly why Evan hadn’t called for her.

She could have done more for his sister than just about everyone else in their coven, but there was still a very large chance that Maddie would be executed. Evan…Evan was still technically a child, by human and coven law. There were those on the Pennsylvania high coven that would push for his execution, as close to the age of majority as he was, but Sally was confident that they would be outnumbered by those who favored banishment.

Banishment.

Evan was facing banishment.

Her witch, her little love grown so tall and broad now, but forever small in her eyes. The boy she’d practically raised—alongside his sister—since he was ten years old. And that was the best case scenario. She was confident that the high coven would not vote to execute a seventeen-year-old boy…but she had been confident that Doug Kendall was only a political animal. Not a monster. She could not truly guarantee that Maddie would not have faced the death penalty, particularly with a coven and family as politically powerful as the Kendalls on the warpath, seeking revenge for their son’s death.

Foolish. Sebastian had been so foolish not to tell anyone the first time Doug Kendall lashed out at his wife in anger. Maddie had not recorded any evidence of the abuse she suffered with the human authorities, using her own magic and training to treat the worst of her wounds and hiding the rest until they faded from view. She had never come to her coven for protection, had never lodged any complaint that her marriage—an alliance between the Buckley and Kendall covens first and foremost, with certain rights and protections guaranteed to her because of it—was causing her harm. There was no paper trail, no evidence, nothing they could use to claim Maddie was justified in killing her husband. Intellectually, Sally understood. Oh she understood how well shame and fear and despair could work to silence even the strongest person. But Evan was in danger now. She cared for Maddie, but Evan was hers.

[devildomwriter]

Do you have any info posts about witches in game?

I do now

1. Witches are mentioned the most in season one of the OG game because Mammon is still under the thumb of three of them. He got into trouble with a particularly nasty group of witches, Mammon says it was three, other believe it was up to ten. They tried forcing him to make a pact but Lucifer told them to cut Mammon into pieces instead and somehow in the end he just ended up as a chauffeur/errand boy for them.

2. It’s mentioned Asmodeus once brought a witch home and she turned into a spider to hide from Lucifer but he still found her.

3. In a Devilgram, the Great Witch Maddi is introduced. She is apparently still youthful in appearance despite being thousands of years old and this is due to her power. She stayed in the Devildom and attempted to make Diavolo marry her. She also made Mammon cry once and whenever she visits, Diavolo avoids her and has Satan and Lucifer handle her because she likes attractive men.

4. Another witch mentioned only in season one is Helene. She was a strong witch who was trapped in a painting and villainized after having a relationship with Asmodeus which started a war.

5. Another witch mentioned in season one with some dialogue is Grisella. She created a book that switches bodies and predicted it would help Satan and Lucifer’s relationship and she is described as being their fan. She was later murdered by her helper when she refused to mentor him because she knew her time was coming soon. Her spirit helps solve her own murder before she moves on.

6. In a game event, Lucifer claims there are witches powerful enough to cover the Devildom in snow.

7. Mammon implies that witches are supposed to be able to see the future.

8. Witches are often mentioned as living in the Devildom which is something humans don’t do as Solomon and MC are mentioned as being the first, so witches are considered a separate species/Demi-human. Although in season one they are also mentioned to live in the human world as Mammon got into trouble with those witches too.

9. A witch mentioned only once is Artemisia. Diavolo says he hasn’t visited her in a while and Lucifer declined visiting as he owes her favors after what happened with Mammon.

10. Mammon believes novice witches are easy targets for scams and that he can pay Levi pack this way.

11. In season two Diavolo mentions a witch’s sabbath. He instructs how others should handle a witch who requests a summoning without an application in advance. This implies that demons and witches have contractual agreements and that witches have to request to summon a demon before doing so.

12. Solomon says he associates with witches on occasion.

13. Witches are the ones who let Solomon know when the strange phenomenon in the human world inadvertently caused by MC finally ended.

14. In season three Mammon mentions that once when Asmodeus fell sick a bunch of demons and witches showed up and turned it into a party.

15. In season three Mammon mentions he has to be used to the human world because of always serving the witches. It’s also implied Lucifer doesn’t know the extent of it and if he did he’d probably interfere.

16. In season three, Diavolo mentions doing business in the human world due to demand for magical products by the witches and sorcerers who live there.

17. Cats are a common familiar of witches. We know this because in season three Satan kidnapped a bunch of cats for a cat cafe and Barbatos returned them all to the witches who owned them.

18. Mammon is mentioned as often receiving shady items from witches. I’m season four it’s mentioned one gift was given to him by a witch as congratulations for repaying her.

[sheepheadfred]

Ectoberhaunt Day 16: Bloom

Summary: Jack and Maddie Fenton have been growing a special flower in secret for months, finally its buds are ready to bloom! But why is Danny becoming more avoidant than usual?

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At long last!

This rare flower, thought to be extinct, is finally blooming after all their hard work gardening. Well, mainly her hard work. Maddie took care of the more delicate and meticulous side of things. Jack tries but they both know he's not good at that sort of stuff. She can be hyper focused on the minute details but Jack gets bored easily if its not something he can freely do and has little patience for botany despite his best efforts.

A flower long thought to be gone for good grown right here in the lab. Sure they had to make a special enclosure for it but they didn't want ghosts or the kids with their rebellious, 'pro ghosts' phase, to mess with it before it could be ready to flower.

Heck, they were unaware it existed until one day when they were going through old Fenton Family Photos- the way Jack says it implies it is all capitalized- where they found notes by a witch hunting ancestors buried at the bottom mentioning how they were used to trap spirits and keep them from helping their witch masters.

It is said they are a great danger to the supernatural but completely safe, even delicious, for human consumption.

If enough bloom, they can use it in more anti ghost defenses if the stories prove true. Might even make a new weapon to capture a specimen if they get that far. The possibilities are endless!

While the kids were at school, they put it to the test. All throughout the house the blossomed flowers were arranged in every room. Red blooms decorate the walls and windowsills and other various surfaces connected by their black stems twisting around each other. Unassuming to those not in the know. Just a beautiful decoration to most.

And who else would even know about them? Not many for sure.

No ghost can leave the zone from their portal when the house has these flowers! If they come, they'll be trapped in the lab!

She's making a snack for her and Jack for the taste test, too!

Well, that and that she has been at this all day and does need a snack. You can't study and fight ghosts on an empty stomach after all!

Jack is in the basement lab working on a new weapon incorporating these plants.

The kids will never be safer here at home!

There haven't been any ghost attacks all day.

None of the ghost alerts they had set up around town have acted up. Sure, those only register ghosts above a certain threshold to compensate for the ectoplasmic background radiation the town is soaked in and that no good Phantom can seemingly hide in plain sight, but this has to mean it works on some level!

Anything coming through their portal will be trapped in the lab even when they're not home!

Oh, this is fantastic!

The kids will be happy that those spooks wont get in the way anymore. They should be, anyway. She can never really read them anymore, especially Danny. A shame, they used to be so close, too.

Speaking of the kids, it's about time for them to come home about now. Or it used to be before they both got so busy. Well, Jazz at least tries to be around them and return her bags before going back out or locking herself in her room to study.

Danny, though, keeps skipping school and ignoring curfew. When he doesn't skip, he has detention! That boy and his poor priorities. Why can't he be more like his sister? At least this way he will have more time to devote to his studies for once with his school getting attacked less!

"Mom! I'm home!" her eldest announces once she walks into the door. Dutiful and making sure they know shes home. What a good daughter!

Maddie, who was working on the Fenton Finder again, as its glitches keep detecting Danny, makes her way out of the kitchen to greet her oldest child.

"Hey, sweetie! How was school today? It's quite late, did you get some studying done or was it tutoring?" She couldn't help but gush.

Maddie is sure Jack would be asking the same, albeit with more arm pulling and back breaking hugs. She loves that man but he really doesn't know his own strength most of the time. Or keep it in check. There is a time and a place for it, after all.

"Things went fine, mom. What's with all the flowers, though? Didn't take you one for home decor."

There she goes, always questioning stuff. Such a strong, scientific mind.

Not that Danny doesn't but he tends to not want to use it. From what she has simply observed and all.

If something was truly wrong, then he would tell them. Right?

"Oh, just trying something new. Do you like it?"

"Um, yeah. I guess? But, why so many? And... you put these in every room?"

"Can never have too many flowers! These are a rare breed after all. They have special cleansing properties to ward off ghosts!" Maddie is excited to share this good news! They don't have to worry about one of those nasty ghosties waking them up anymore!, "And don't you worry about your rooms! Jack and I still remember your lectures on 'privacy' and 'personal space'. I just left a vase full in both yours and your brother's room, nothing too obstructive, on your windowsills."

"Uh huh. How did you find out about these flowers? What are they called, anyway?"

"Blood blossoms! We found an old journal from one of Jack's ancestors, Jack Fenton-Nightingale that held fascinating records we couldn't wait to see if they worked. I'm so glad you asked! You're welcome to join us if you want, sweetie."

Jazz looked more unnerved than enthused, but she's always busy with her own passions rather than wanting to focus on theirs, much to their chagrin.

"That's great, mom!," Jazz's enthusiasm sounds strained, "I'll let Danny know about the new floral arrangements before he gets home. I need to go study, they gave us a lot of homework today and I spent all afternoon torturing. Call me when it's time for dinner." And she is rushing out, clearly done with this conversation.

For some reason, it stings Maddie's heart at how flighty and avoidant her kids are. She knows they are at that age but it hurts her to feel them drifting.

"Wait," Maddie stops her daughter before she could leave, "before you hole yourself up. Where is Danny? Do you know? He usually tells you nowadays. I just... really do hope this helps him."

"He's with his friends like usual, mom. They have a project coming up and he might be staying over with them tonight. How do you think these flowers will help him?"

Jazz is fishing for information but Maddie can't bring herself to care. She desperately needs to share this worry with someone else. She has Jack, but sometimes he doesn't get it in a way that she needs and her social circle is depressingly small. A sacrifice she was willing to make for her studies and passion even if it's lonely.

"Your brother," Maddie begins, hoping the explanation will be able to let her oldest know her worries for her baby boy, "is always so frightened and runs away whenever ghosts attack. He can't even handle a conversation about them. I'm hoping that these ghost warding flowers will give him some peace of mind. Make it easier to sleep and study and catch up on school stuff. Where his priorities need to be if he wants to do well for himself. I know he has done well when given the chance. A mother worries, after all."

Jazz gave her a thoughtful, pensive look, like shes warring with herself, before settling on a sad, small smile.

"I get it. I'll make sure to let him know about the Blood Blossoms so he won't be caught off guard at the sudden change."

"Thank you for understanding, dear."

"Who knows, maybe Sam might think it's cool. She does have an interest in nature and preserving rare species."

It's obvious that she's trying to change the subject delicately and Maddie appreciates her thoughtfulness and more than willing to change it herself.

"That is a wonderful idea! I will have to bring that up next time I see her."

Maddie's joy at such a suggestion made her almost miss her daughters face fall, when she thought her mom wasn't looking. Such a sad, fragile smile as she made her way to her room.

I can feel the gap between us widening, but I'm unsure why or how to fix it.

It's been days and Danny still hasn't come home, not even to say 'Hi.'. Always at a friend's place for one reason or another. Maddie has grown increasingly worried. Sure, sometimes he skips curfew and sometimes he's not in his room at night, but outright avoidance is unlike him!

And she knows he didn't just up and leave. He still goes to school and is seen around town. Just never comes around here anymore.

What did they do to make him outright shun them? Shun her?

It wasn't until he did finally come home and stay the night that she saw something.

He's always been a bit withdrawn, more so since the portal activated, but this was a whole new level.

He was pale and shaking for at least an hour of him being home and out of his room. He avoided any food with the black stemmed rose-like buds, claiming to not be hungry when he hasn't left his room all day. He just smiled shakily that night, pretending nothing was wrong and claiming to just be tired. But his head drooped when he thought Jack and Maddie weren't looking. The bags under his eyes were more pronounced and he seemed to get worse the longer the night dragged.

Danny seemed nervous and on edge like something would come out to attack him. Which is silly, with our new defenses no ghost has left through our portal since they made these changes.

But, for some reason, he's more hesitant and distant from us. Like he expects us to hurt him.

Ridiculous.

I miss my baby boy. We used to be so close. I thought this would help him but it seems to have driven him further from me. I don't know what I did wrong.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 37!

another week, another list of brilliant brilliant fics <3 i hope you find some new favourites here!!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings and some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

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[cherry-flavoured-thot]

HII!! Its my first time requesting here!! But i have thought about this idea just a minute ago while daydreaming

So, mc was back in the human world and basically, lucifer or satan was forced to get married to maddi. And when mc came back it was the wedding day, and mc was so surprised, scared, angry qbout the news she heard and she feels betrayed so she immediately went to confront him about it and yeah. Idk how will this go but you can decide the ending!!! Thank you so much and have a good day/night/afternoon when u are reading this

Lucifer would not put such a responsibility on any of his brother's shoulders. While conversations of the Wedding Day come about, and your visage dances around his mind, his decision remains the same. "It's gonna break their heart, you know?" Asmodeus, might not be the person responsible for your upcoming heartbreak, but the thought of your sorrows gut him all the same. "Is there really no way out of this?" There's not. Had there been he would have made it so. But it looks like everyone's hands are tied in the situation.

"What would you have me do?"

"Do what you always do and figure it out!" There was nothing left to figure. The ceremony is in a week. Supposedly, The Great Witch has invited all of the guest, picked the venue, and her dress. He'd already been measured for his suit. You already knew, not that he told any of the others. He had gone to the Human World himself to inform you, it was the right thing to do.

You'd been furious. Tears streamed down your face, as you continued to ask how he could do this? His response of that he had to, did not console you, it instead made you all the more irate, sentencing to leave and wishing him a happy life. His only regret, was that in that moment, he could do nothing to soothe you. That after all the times you'd brought him comfort and joy; he brought you misery without any means of alleviating the pain.

The night before, Lucifer dreams of you. Dreams of your smile, of your humour, of the precious memories that he'll keep with him for centuries down the road. Only to awaken with a start upon watching it crumble. The image of you crying and asking how he could do this to you, haunt him right up to the altar as he stands awaiting for it all to end.

"Should anyone wish to object, speak now or forever hold your peace." It's like something out of those movies you'd used to sit and watch with Asmo, the doors slam open, followed by your angry shouting.

"I object! I seriously object!" Lucifer takes a good minute to get over the shock of seeing you.

"How did you get here?" When a certain white-haired demon, who had been missing for a suspicious amount of time, stumbles in behind you, Lucifer can't even prevent his name from falling out of his mouth. "Mammooooon!" Mammon, just hides himself behind you.

"It doesn't matter. You can't stop this, it's for the betterment of the Devildom after all." Maddi, isn't bothered by your interruption, merely shrugging at your presence.

"What if he's already my husband?" The whole room turns to you, Lucifer quirks a brow, surely you don't think your lie is going to convince an entire room of nobles? Especially while, Diavolo sits in the front row, who would have known straight away if this was the case.

"Excuse me?" Maddi now seems to be very irked.

"You heard me, we're already married!" He's got no clue where your confidence is coming from, or how you even concocted this whole idea, but he wants to laugh. "You'd really break the first ever human-demon marriage for something that's been done time and time again?"

"And why was no one of aware of this?" Lucifer thinks your lie has come to an end, especially from how shrink ever so slightly at her questioning.

"You'll have to forgive me Maddi, but I requested the pair to keep it a secret." Only for Diavolo to chime in. "In fact everyone will have to forgive me, because I can't allow for this ceremony to continue, especially given the importance for the Devildom's future that these two remain together." The room break out into murmuring, and Maddi is outraged.

"Lord Diavolo, what about-"

"Yes that agreement, Barbatos found something most interesting about the information you presented me that I believe requires a private discussion." There's not much time for Maddi to react, while Barbatos comes up beside her dragging her through a portal.

The events that follow are almost a blur, until it's just Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo and yourself in the room. Diavolo lets out a loud laugh, turning to you with a signature grin. "I must say, you're always full of surprises! I had a feeling you were going to appear, but I didn't think you'd be bold enough to tell an outright lie in a room full of Demon Nobles."

"What can I say it's part of my charm." You match his grin with one of your own, something that amuses the prince even further.

"Indeed." Lucifer chimes in almost immediately, and the two of you exchange a wordless glance. There's several words that linger on both of your tongues, eagerly awaiting to be said. But as you both stare at each other neither of you are entirely sure where to even begin.

"...so you guys aren't actually married, right?" Mammon does not help. Neither does Diavolo as his laughter starts up again.

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 1: what's lost can be found

"She won't make a sound, alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. She wants to be found, the only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down. So stand in the rain, stand your ground. Stand up when it's all crashing down. You stand through the pain, you won't drown. And one day, what's lost can be found."  -Stand in the Rain by Superchick

Regent Masterlist Part 2

The decayed ghost siren echoed through the abandoned streets of Amity Park's Witching Hours. Its residents were well acquainted with what that sound meant, fear and exasperation a potent (strange) mix to keep them tucked in their homes, their beds, as the Fentonworks building seemed to come alive.  

Of course, figuratively speaking. 

(Nothing was truly alive there anymore.)

Jasmine Fenton had just arrived back from the Infinite Realms, muscles pleasantly sore from training with Pandora and very much looking forward to hugging her little brother before he begun his nightly patrol. The siren caught her attention before she’d stepped fully out of her portal, dread filling her gut like a rock dropped into a lake. 

Oh no. 

Team Phantom were young, no one could ever argue that, with some scars to show for all their battles to protect Amity from those that would claim their haunt- but no one outside the team understood just how paranoid they’d become since Pariah Dark and Dark Dan

The contingencies had begun when Jazz started to remember bits and pieces of a timeline that Danny himself had erased using the reality gauntlet. He’d never told anyone of what had happened, with Freakshow’s plan to make himself ‘ringmaster of all reality’ and all, but Jazz had somehow recalled flashes of sheer panic at watching her little brother accidentally reveal himself as Phantom on live tv, in the Fentonworks kitchen on that little box set. The white rings of light that emerged from his core to switch from half-alive to half-dead and vice versa damned him. 

The elder fentons had gone on the offense immediately, Jack’s screech of ghost! Echoing in the house and they raced down to the lab to get whatever latest weapon they’d built to capture Phantom. 

It didn’t matter that their son was dead, that he had died, that their ‘greatest work’ was Danny’s grave. That Jasmine was…well, she wasn’t entirely human anymore, not when she turned on her heel to follow her progenitors down down down into the darkness, sword tightly grasped in hand as her teal eyes glowed a sickly green.  

She hadn’t hesitated then, to protect her little brother. One slash, two, three

Danny hadn’t known she killed their parents in that timeline. She would never tell him. 

She would never tell him how they hadn’t even noticed her presence, her ever loyal weapon Faithkeeper about to take their lives, how she hadn’t even needed to summon her armor. She would never tell him how they begged for their lives, not to protect their children, but to kill the ghostly menace. 

Danny never knew she’d dumped their corpses in the landfill.

(Right where they belonged.) 

WIth the rewrite of the timeline, reset to the same day of the ill-fated Humpty Dumpty concert, Jack and Maddy Fenton’s deaths were undone, but not the blood on Jasmine’s hands. 

With Danny’s defeat of Pariah Dark, came another revelation. 

Jasmine was still mostly alive. Somehow she’d survived her childhood, but Danny hadn’t. She’d looked away for five minutes, forgotten to lock the lab after their parents left and he’d died for it. 

With the weight of being schrodinger’s hero, could her little brother withstand becoming king of the infinite realms? 

Perhaps not while he was still learning, still gaining his own grip on his strange existence. In time, he would become a great king- one of mercy and benevolence, but he still had a long ways to go. 

Jasmine had borrowed ancient ghost law books from Ghostwriter and locked herself away for three days, cycling between crying for her and Danny, reading through the complicated laws of ye olden times, and writing down her findings- just in case another reality rewrite was due. 

Jasmine had accepted Regency on Danny’s behalf with a grace she didn’t know she possessed. 

It had been a small ceremony, with Danny and his friends present and Pandora, Jasmine’s mentor, acting as sentry as she accepted the Crown of Fire. She knew it was a long road till she could pass it down to its rightful owner, but Jasmine was prepared to shoulder the burden for her little brother. 

Pandora had simply laid one of her many hands on Jasmine’s shoulder with a solemn air, in understanding. There was work to be done before any of them could have peace. (Not even the afterlife was safe from paperwork.)

Her favorite journal contained the scraps of her hope and dreams bound in maroon leather, soft with age and imprinted with every emotion Jazz had unwittingly (and later knowingly) poured into every word. 

Its pages were a kaleidoscope of her life. 

Sure, it began with the soft tinge of curiosity-exasperation-fondness, some sentiment of better times before her progenitors began working on that damned portal, constructing the future grave of their son without the slightest clue. 

The emotions began turning a darker turn when the work turned into an obsession. Jazz had plunged into her schoolwork and part-time jobs to afford whatever was needed for the siblings to survive, fondness becoming slowly poisoned by anger. Anger for the portal. Anger for the food other kids had, that they didn’t have to work so hard for. Anger that she knew what starving felt like. 

Anger that she was so weak. 

Then the day of Danny’s death. 

The darkest part of her history, the last embers of her hopes and dreams, of the siblings escaping smothered. Danny’s death scream forever etched into her brain. 

(It should’ve been her.) 

She hated those pages of her journal, the emotions of grief-anger on her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to rip them out. No more than she could destroy the confessions of protect-rage-grief, the confessions of the darker timeline she shouldn’t remember. 

On very last page was the contingency plan Jazz herself had created.

Code Graverobber.

That siren wasn’t any ordinary ghost siren, no, it was the one Tucker had programmed himself- it was the quickest way to alert every member of Team Phantom and Tucker had made sure that none of them could mistake it for a Fenton ghost alarm. No, Code Graverobber was in effect. 

Phantom had been captured by the elder Fentons. 

(Fate has a way of setting itself right.) (Death wants its due.) With a bleeding, sobbing and vivisected Danny cradled in her arms, Jazz left Amity Park behind for what she prayed to the Ancients was forever. The Fentons died that night, though the official records would claim they were killed in a explosion due to the highly unstable inventions they created, taking the lives of their children as well. No one really dug around in the wreckage of Fentonworks, not for the bodies of the family within, with the chance of another explosion happening should rubble be shifted the wrong way. 

Jack and Maddie Fenton died.. 

But Jasmine and Danny Nightingale lived on, in Gotham City.

The last of those three days she spent locked in her room, Jasmine wrote a letter to a future version of herself, tucked inside one of her favorite books now lost in the destruction of Fentonworks. To my future self, Forget me in your happiness.    Love, your past

A/N: BEHOLD!

Ahem. This is the original chapter 1 that I never finished or published. It's not my favorite or my best, but I unburied it for the 300 milestones. Thanks for reading!

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October Sun

summary: it had been settled. everything had gone to shit and then everyone had had front row seats to watch how that'd happened. back in the theater, no one had known what to say, how to describe what they'd seen, how to reconcile that whoever had been behind the circumstances haunting Split River High could've been anyone.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.27

"Love this for me."

Charley scanned the area, confused, disoriented, nervous. We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto, he shuddered, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself as he began to trek in the direction he hoped would take him back to civilization.

This wasn't how he imagined finally being free from the school. Lost in the middle of nowhere, dense trees as far as the eye could see. There weren't many wooded areas around Split River. A couple of parcels here and there, wilderness parks, but not like this, and he had to wonder if the forest was actually native to the land.

Finally, he found a trodden path in the dirt and decided to follow it. What did he have to lose? There was no danger. He couldn't die twice. Food, sleep, shelter weren't required despite he and the others keeping up those habits in the afterlife at Mr. Martin's guidance. Still, what you'd mentioned on the rooftop the night before—about how your great aunt or your mother could blast his soul into oblivion—made Charley paranoid.

What if he'd landed here just for an evil witch to use his ghost for some nefarious plan to make her young and beautiful again? He'd seen Hocus Pocus. And it didn't matter that he was technically too old for that spell to work. He was stuck at 17 until he moved on and he wasn't keen on having a wicked witch absorb him for the sake of vanity.

Which, okay, Charley reasoned, sounded ridiculous, but one couldn't blame him. After a tornado had manifested in the theater and he'd been transported to some creepy, dark forest alone; he wasn't going to criticize himself for the insane theories his brain churned out.

He followed the path until it brought him to a winding, unpaved road. Turning left, he trailed down the edge of it for what felt like hours. It'd started raining halfway through his journey to wherever the hell, and night had fallen before the road widened into a bare plot of land stretched in front of a dilapidated farmhouse, its shadow a fanged monster raking toward Charley's ankles.

"Oh, that's not freaky at all." Charley muttered, quickly glancing over his shoulder and debating whether or not to go back the way he'd come. The darkness blurring the unpaved road seemed to push toward him as if discouraging him from turning around. He groaned in despair, "I hate everything about this," wanting the universe to take pity on him and return him to—God help him—the safe and familiar halls of Split River High.

It was Movie Night, he winged internally, and Wally had agreed (with conditions) to watch Ghost—shut up—and Katelynn and Bernadette were in charge of snacks which meant there'd be a smorgasbord of good options because Mr. Martin always filled the table with carrot sticks and his homemade tuna salad ("Just like my mother's! Doesn't it taste like home?"—"Why is it encased in jell-o?"—the 50s were a heinous decade, Charley thought, green around the gills at the memory).

Today was supposed to be a good day. A day of progress. A day of togetherness. He and Rhonda and Wally, and now Maddie, a united front against the mystery of Maddie's.....well, not "death", Charley supposed, because you'd debunked that. But against the mystery of Maddie's situation, nonetheless. Except he was here, wet and cold and lost; an Addams Family-esque farmhouse towering in front of him like a bad omen and no one to turn to for answers.

"It can't get worse," Charley sighed, about to ascend the first of the front steps.

As his foot set down on the wood, the screen door creaked and someone emerged, using their back to push the door open so they could exit. When they turned around, Charley nearly jumped for joy. He knew that face! That was your face! Your face... Charley reeled back. Your face was coated in blood. You were coated in blood. Hair, hands, jeans.

"What happened!?" He questioned, pitching toward you to scan you for injuries. You didn't seem to be in any pain, not favoring a leg or curling over a gut wound. Beneath the thin red film on your face, Charley couldn't spot a gash, a cut, a scrape, nothing. He panned to the front door, speculating in startled flashes what lay beyond it. The color drained from his face as he thought about it and he decided, no thanks, he didn't want—didn't need—to know.

The most unnerving part, however, wasn't the Evil Dead amount of blood on you. It was how your eyes stared ahead, completely blank; the same dissociative gaze Charley had witnessed on Emilio's face in the wake of Charley's death. Like Emilio's mind had evaporated while his brain repressed every bad thing that'd ever happened just to keep him upright.

Charley wanted to ask if you were okay but the words lodged in his throat when he finally noticed that you had something—someone—bundled in your arms. Small, child-sized (probably because it was a child, Charley, he chided himself), wearing Spiderman rainboots and a Looney Tunes sweater. A queasy sensation flushed through him as he watched you fumble down the stairs, gaze fixed ahead, arms fastened around the little body.

When Charley shifted to follow you, the screen door creaked again then slammed closed. Another person hurried out, clomping down the steps to chase after you. Small. Child-sized. Spiderman rainboots and a Looney Tunes sweater. Charley's expression twisted with sorrow. He bit the inside of his lip as he turned and walked beside the little boy who contemplated his boots as he squelched through the mud.

"Where are we going?" The little boy asked you, stomping into and out of a puddle.

You answered, "I'm taking you home," your voice light as a feather and far, far away.

"Will mommy be mad at me?" The little boy paused, big green eyes on your back, worried that he'd be in trouble for...for what? Charley couldn't discern. For dying?

"No." You said, dragged your feet with effort, your Converse not made for soft, sinking ground. "She'll know what to do. She'll make it all better, Aiden, I swear." On the last word, your voice cracked, but your face didn't change, your gaze still distant.

Charley kept pace with the little boy, Aiden, until you came to the end of the unpaved road. You were shaking, probably freezing, soaked to the bone and in shock. The unpaved road intersected a tarred section of old, narrow highway, a rusted mailbox keeping vigil in the tall grass that lined the shoulder. Part of the name was scraped away by time and weather. Still, Charley could make it out: Meheive. A name Charley had had hammered into his skull in Grade 7 History. The name of one of the four industry men who'd founded Split River in 1850.

"Oh," He commented mildly, "It gets freakier. Fantastic." Then, as he lifted his foot to continue after you, he simply couldn't. He tried again, again, again, walked in place as if on a treadmill while an invisible force kept him at bay. "Never mind," He gulped, "Now it's freakier." At least he wasn't being shot back to the cafeteria at speed, he mused glumly when he took the time to feel the identical vibrations he felt when he got too close to the one around the school.

Slanting his attention to the side, he saw Aiden standing alone, face pinched, lower lip trembling and eyes filled with tears. "Sissy May, wait... I can't follow you..." He stuttered several breaths, hands balled into fists at his sides. "Sissy May!"

You didn't turn around. "It'll be okay, Aiden. Mom will fix it. She'll know what to do." Charley heard you murmur, dreamlike, detached, as you began to walk along the shoulder of the highway, adjusting Aiden's weight in your arms. "She'll fix it..."

Charley came up beside Aiden, watching you blend into the dark the further away you got. Aiden sniffled, squeaked before he coughed out a sob. He craned his neck to look up at Charley in devastation. Briefly, Charley was surprised though that settled into sympathy the longer Aiden blinked those green eyes up at him.

"I don't want to be alone," Aiden whimpered and took Charley's hand, his grip limp, his fingers tiny.

There was nothing to say to that. Charley didn't want Aiden to be alone either, and if he had to stay with Aiden for eternity, he would. He knelt down and pulled Aiden into a hug, his voice wet as he said, "You aren't alone, buddy," the way he would've comforted his younger cousin, Luca.

Unfortunately, the moment the words slipped out of him, Charley was snatched away and dragged through the farmhouse door.

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Where Charley couldn't follow, Ajay did. Down the shoulder of the unlit highway, stomach rolling as he observed how you swayed and stumbled as you pressed onward, Aiden's dead weight becoming more and more difficult to manage. A car had stopped, a woman had called out to you, and Ajay had heard her on the phone with the police, asking for help.

It was as if you hadn't heard her. Ajay doubted you had, the state you were in, mumbling gentle promises to your brother as you carried him home. "Mom will know what to do, Aiden..."

Twenty minutes came and went before an ambulance and two squad cars screeched to a halt meters in front of you, lights flashing, red blue, red blue, red blue. When the EMTs tried to take Aiden from you, you put up a fight; kicked, gnashed, snarled, screamed. Not words, just noise, like a provoked animal. Deputy Baxter managed to get you in a submissive hold so an EMT could sedate you before he helped settle you into a stretcher. Strapped you in, just in case, the corners of his mouth severely turned down and his eyes shuttered to conceal the heartbreak Ajay had caught a glimmer of.

"Take them to St. Vincent's." Deputy Baxter instructed the ambulance driver. "I'll call their mother." He moved on to order the second unit that'd arrived with him to follow the ambulance, that he would check the road, "For anything that'll tell us what the hell happened here."

"Noah, are you sure you want to do it alone? If someone's responsible, they could still be out there. They could be armed." Deputy Hayes voiced her concern through the passenger-side window. She was new, too new to understand a protocol had been established between Deputy Baxter and Sheriff Stallow when it came to your family. A grandfathered in whatever it takes that often involved doing things off-book.

Deputy Baxter shook his head and reassured, "I'm just going to see what I can find along the road. If anything comes up, I'll call it in." He straightened and peered down the highway in the direction you'd obviously come from, a deep-seated foreboding frosting beneath his skin.

He was at a crossroads, his gut told him. Something terrible waited for him in the dark and whatever choice he made to deal with it would change his life forever. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. He just prayed to God that he'd still be able to be there for his own little boy in the after. That he'd have the chance to hug Xavier and tell him the world might not be safe, but his dad will always be there to protect him.

In the side mirror of his vehicle, Deputy Baxter stared at the retreating image of the ambulance and squad car as they blared down the highway toward the town. Once the sound of the sirens faded, he shifted the gear into drive, gravel crunching under the tires, and he drove to the only building in the area for miles.

Once Deputy Baxter was gone, Ajay vanished through the farmhouse door.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Question Five.

Does the Monster die?

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Simon's eyes flew open and he jolted upright, waking abruptly in a cold sweat. The sky was dark outside his window, his room pitched black, and his mom was tugging at his shirt. He barely registered her words, you told the police you'd return the phone tonight, get up, as she fussed over him, fuming, lecturing him in Tagalog as she switched on the overhead light and pinned him with a strict expression.

He scrubbed his face to wake himself up. Dragged his hands through his hair, eyes drifting to his closet. He could've sworn... Hadn't there been...? The door was open and, apart from the two rails of clothes and the shoe rack, it was empty.

"Hurry up, iho! Before your father gets home." His mom commanded before she turned on her heel and left the room.

In English, Simon responded, "I'm going, I'm going..." and rose from his bed. He felt weak, exhausted despite having apparently slept through the day. Again, his gaze settled on his closet as if the person who'd been crying in there had just tucked themselves in the corner and would pop out any second now that the coast was clear.

But nothing happened.

Taking a deep breath, Simon stood and treaded to his closet. Just to make sure; just to see if it had really all been a dream. There was nothing inside to indicate anyone had been hiding there. No displaced clothes to suggest Simon had shoved them aside to get a better look at the little boy who'd quivered beside the shoe rack. No puddle from the rain that had dripped from the little boy's hair and Spiderman rainboots. No scuff marks in the carpet. No mud. No little boy.

"She's gonna hurt him," The little boy wailed into Simon's hip. "She's gonna take him and she's gonna hurt Sissy!"

Simon tripped backward, away from the closet, breath suddenly ragged as the memory flooded his mind. Because it had to be that. A memory. He'd had vivid dreams before, but never like that. He could still feel the little boy's tight grip around his waist, could still feel the wet and cold of the little boy's body through his Looney Tunes sweater when Simon had instinctually returned the embrace.

"She wants t'take them!" The little boy sniffed thickly, "You gotta help! You can't let her!" And then he added as if he'd been reprimanded enough times by his mommy, imploring "Pleeease!"

"Who are you talking about?" Simon asked. Leaned back and crouched so he was eye-level with the little boy, his hands holding the little boy's boney shoulders, "Who's going to get hurt?"

Simon grabbed his sweater and his car keys, calling out, "I'll be back soon," to his mother who'd installed herself in front of Wheel of Fortune. He had to get to the school. He had to see Maddie. To tell her what he'd dreamt or prophesized or hallucinated because, guess what, he'd apparently graduated from unwitting medium to Nostradamus.

As he trotted down the front walkway, he checked his phone. 7 missed calls from Nicole. 2 missed calls from Mathilda. 3 texts from Nicole asking the same question—are you okay?—and a novel from Mathilda that detailed the lessons he'd missed and what he'd have to make up over the weekend, but don't worry, I'll help you. And 1 text from you. Short and sweet, sent that morning just after Simon had returned home from the police station.

"We found something to get Mr. A. I'll meet you at the bus stop when you get here."

Simon hoped it wasn't too late. That you'd stayed behind to wait for him even though he hadn't answered you. Unlikely, but he tried to remain optimistic, even as he took a moment to collect himself once behind the wheel of his car. That dream...it lingered like a bruise.

The little boy's voice stuttered through rough breaths, "Sh-she said because M-Maddie's gone, she needs s-someone else now and that she still wants Sissy. But she can't do it w-without trapping more people."

Simon started the car and pulled into the road.

"What do you mean, 'gone'? You mean because Maddie died?" Simon pushed, but the little boy wasn't listening, sobbing about 'him' and 'Sissy' and how they were in danger. Simon grabbed the little boy's face between his palms, soft but firm, and god, his cheeks were so cold. He looked the boy straight in the eye, "What can't 'she' do without trapping more people?"

He rolled down the window to let the fresh air soothe his anxiety.

Eventually, the little boy quieted though tears continued to stream down his face, "She can't have a new body." He said in a little voice. "Now she needs more people because Maddie got away."

And what the gentlest fuck did that mean?

Simon still didn't know who the 'Sissy' and 'him' were that the little boy had referred to. The little boy had been too distressed to divulge their names, talking as if Simon should already know everything. Just 'Sissy' and 'him'. 'Sissy' and 'him' and Maddie and someone named Janet. Did Simon know a Janet? He wracked his brain, trying to summon the names of everyone in his class who could have a connection to Maddie's death. There was a Jessica and a Jennifer and a Jayden. No Janet.

Then there was the matter of 'she' wanting a new body. Because that was sane. And impossible. Right...? Fuck, what if Maddie's death had been some nutcase's idea of a ritual sacrifice. What if another teenage girl was about to be murdered because, lo and behold, magic isn't real and Maddie just died instead of ceding her body.

The devil on Simon's shoulder quipped, "But ghosts are real," which, fair. If ghosts were real, surely they weren't the only eldritch phenomenon to exist in the world. Maybe there were cursed mummies or body snatching aliens out there scheming to take over America via its youth. No child left behind. Jesus Christ. Simon was spiraling, brain spitting random images of every creature feature he'd ever seen at him. Had the little boy been trying to warn Simon about mummies? Aliens? Was. it. aliens!?

As he stopped at a pedestrian crosswalk, he stared—definitely too intensely—at the young woman who passed in front of his car. Like he could see straight to her bones and determine whether or not she was really human. The woman picked up her pace, shoulders up, head down, and folded her leather jacket tighter around her.

Don't be suspicious, Simon, he admonished himself, ashamed of his behavior, eyes darting to his lap until the woman was safely on the other side of the road. "What even is my life anymore?" He wallowed. Ghosts and Mystery Inc. side-quests and pinning crimes on teachers. He felt he'd lived a hundred lifetimes in the last week and was seriously considering becoming a hermit the minute Maddie moved on.

There wouldn't be much reason to stick around after that anyway...

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Mina Volkov hadn't left the theater since 1987. She was a looper. She performed the same tasks every day, from morning to night to morning. She didn't sleep. She didn't eat—except for the paper bag lunch she'd brought with her the day she'd died. She didn't stray. Mina had to make sure that what had happened to her wouldn't happen to someone else.

There was safety in her loop. Not just for the living students she protected through her hard work, but for herself. Her loop allowed her mind to remain clear, focused entirely on the task at hand. She didn't have to think or reflect or question why her soul had lingered after being squashed by a stage light. Rhonda had called it denial when she'd visited Mina a week after Mina's death. Rhonda had been sizing Mina up, prodding and poking to see how Mina would react.

Mina had simply gone about her safety checks and Rhonda had eventually gotten bored. And had never come back.

Sometimes, her loop veered off-course. Sometimes Mr. Martin came to check on her. Just to say hi. Never to invite her to those stupid meetings he hosted in the gym. The ones Ajay attended and would tell Mina about later when they picnicked on the stage or between kisses in the green room.

She liked Ajay. He was kind and thoughtful, and he respected her loop. He didn't complain when she prioritized double-checking the lighting cables and tightening ropes and cordage for the dropdown scenery. He'd simply sit and talk to her. Recite poetry or passages from books she never intended to read. Ajay was smart. Ajay was handsome. Ajay was...

Ajay was comatose. Slumped on the floor along with the others, his face, like theirs, twisted in anguish. Whatever measures Mina used to wake him up didn't work and she had no idea how to help. But she knew she needed to. Not because New Girl had brought Mina flowers. Or because Hawaiian Shirt Man had caused her so many headaches since the start of the school year and they'd found something to make him stop banging around under the stage. But because Ajay needed Mina to be brave.

He needed help and she was going to help him. Which meant Mina had to leave the theater. She had to find Mr. Martin.

Though Ajay often thought Mina didn't listen when he spoke, he was wrong. She held onto every word like a treasure that she'd tuck away in her heart and savor in the moments she was alone. Mr. Martin took his privacy in the fallout shelter in the basement. Mina had been there before she'd died. Several times, in fact. It'd been an opening night ritual conducted an hour before curtain. The cast and crew piled downstairs and hid in the fallout shelter to pass around a spliff.

No, Mina hadn't partaken, much too responsible, but she'd wanted to participate in some way even if that was just being there. She'd wanted to feel like part of the group when she'd so often felt like an outsider the actors and other crew members made fun of, "for being so snooty and uptight, God, Mina, chill out."

Standing slowly, Mina regarded the theater door. Her heart slammed against her ribs, palms clammy as she tightened and loosened her fists. A comforting motion to calm her nerves as she stepped carefully to the door and placed her hand on the exit bar.

Mina hadn't left the theater since 1987. But today, she would.

For Ajay.

She spilled into the hall, the world spinning in her panic, and took off at speed to the other side of the school. Down two flights of stairs, through the door that led to the basement.

Most of the basement had been bricked off which had narrowed the hallway, making it feel like a catacomb. Poorly lit and spooky. The fallout shelter was at the far end, directly below the gym. Its vault door was open as Mr. Martin usually kept it. A practical solution given how regularly he had to come and go during office hours.

It hadn't been his idea originally. No. It'd been hers. The woman currently speaking through the janitor's mouth as she stared Mr. Martin down.

"I've had someone canvas the area and several others every night since that traitorous little bitch escaped." Mr. South stated, "There's no sign of her."

Helplessly, Mr. Martin explained for the second time, "I don't know what you want me to do, Amelia. I've done everything you asked me. I'm doing what I can to keep the kids present, like you said, and I need to concentrate on that. I've already noticed a shift in sentient ones since Maddie joined us."

Mr. South—Amelia—snarled, "I'm not asking you to participate in a search and seize, Everett. I simply want you to tell me where that conniving piece of shit would have gone! She confided in you, you told me that. So, tell. me. where she's most likely to go!"

Mr. Martin shook his head, a cowardly expression miring his face, "I've told you everything I know, Amelia, please. I've given you her notes, her journal. Every piece of information I had is already in your hands."

Quite unexpectedly, a frightened voice interrupted from the vault door, "Mr. Martin?"

Mr. Martin whipped his head to the side, his eyes going wide in panic when he saw Mina stood just over the threshold, inside the fallout shelter. She looked ashen. Scared. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her brown eyes slid away from Mr. Martin's face to rest on Mr. South for a second before returning to Mr. Martin.

Mr. Martin swallowed, opened his mouth to say something, anything to explain why he was mid-conversation with the live and well school janitor, when suddenly it didn't matter anymore. Mr. Martin choked as he watched Mina glance down her body. Her chest seared like paper in a candle flame. She looked back up, fear contorting into betrayal, before she quietly burned away into oblivion.

Unable to reconcile what he'd witnessed, Mr. Martin merely stared at the spot Mina had just been standing, expression slack in horror. His chest rose and fell heavily, "Why?" he rasped, and it took every ounce of self-preservation not to lash out.

Behind him, Amelia lowered Mr. South's hand, scoffing, "Oh, don't look so sad, Everett. She didn't feel a thing," but Mr. Martin didn't believe it. Still, he was too intimidated to argue. He knew what Amelia was capable of and he didn't want to be on the wrong end of her wrath.

Virtuously, Amelia commented, "You'll have to find me another to replace that one. So, two more, I suppose,. And we need someone to step in for Janet," breezy, as if she'd killed nothing more than a house fly. "And soon. We can't have any more delays." In Mr. South's lumbering body, she picked across the floor like a debutante, "Time is running out." She finished, already out the vault door and returning Mr. South's body to the storage room Mr. South used as his office.

Alone in the fallout shelter, Mr. Martin buckled to his knees.

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Operating with half his mind still on aliens and mummies, Simon waited in the bus shelter. He was grateful you hadn't left, had responded to the text he'd sent when he'd arrived at the school: "See you in 5," you'd told him. At the metal crack of the side entrance opening, Simon stood up from the bench and faced the school. He frowned when he saw who emerged.

Steps uneven, Xavier exited the school. He stopped when he noticed Simon, stood still like a deer in headlights. Damn, Xavier looked like his whole world had been turned upside down. More so than it already had been, that was. Pale and bug eyed and jittery. They watched each other for a moment. Simon nodded his head in greeting. Xavier didn't return the gesture.

Instead, he lifted the hood of his sweater and turned toward the parking lot, skulking off with his head down. A minute or so later, the door opened again and this time it was you. And Maddie. Together. Followed by a tall guy in a varsity jacket, a girl in a newsboy cap, and a boy with frosted tips wearing a Canadian tuxedo. The trio of strangers stayed by the door to watch as you and Maddie—together—approached Simon.

When you and Maddie were within earshot, Simon said, "Okay. What the hell is this?"

You at least had the decency to look apologetic.

"So you can see ghosts." Simon stated, irritated.

"So can you." You shot back, but it didn't sound like your heart was in it. In fact, you looked just as rattled as Xavier had when he'd come out of the school.

Although he wanted to chew you out for having lied to him, Simon wanted to make sure, "Are you alright?" His demeanor softened as he took you in. Puffy eyes, flushed cheeks, red nose. You'd been crying. And Simon would never be angry enough to let that trump being there for a friend who needed him. He bundled you into a hug, one hand rubbing your back, and asked Maddie with his eyes what was wrong.

In his periphery, he saw Varsity straighten and move to take a step forward. His friends each grabbed an arm and appeared to shut whatever idea he'd had down because he shifted back before shaking them off.

Urgently, Maddie told Simon they'd discuss everything, "Later," and ushered him back into the bus shelter. He kept an arm slung around your shoulders, a shoulder to lean on, though had to release you when you decided to lean against the interior glass. Simon took what was becoming his usual seat on the concrete base and Maddie folded herself onto the bench.

When neither you nor Maddie spoke, Simon took the lead, "Mr. Anderson totally played us," he began, glancing between you and Maddie. "I mean, the cops are convinced I helped Maddie run away."

Maddie immediately defended, "Seriously? That's—"

"I know. They only let me come back here because I promised I'd get Anderson's phone and turn it in."

You cleared your throat, "Okay, well, before you do that..."

Maddie continued where you trailed off, "I think we might've found something that can help maybe keep the cops off your back." She fished something out of her back pocket and handed it to you which you, in turn, handed to Simon.

Stunned, Simon gawked at the piece of paper, eyes darting between it, you, and Maddie several times before finally resting on the paper. "We're just...not going to acknowledge how insane this is?" He sputtered, flapping the paper to indicate what he meant.

"Just go with it for now, Si." Maddie implored, "Let's take down Mr. Anderson first."

"Yeah," Simon agreed and examined the paper. It was a receipt for new band uniforms. He pulled out his phone when Maddie informed him he'd have to call the company the receipt was from and punched in the number. As the line connected, Simon cast to the three people at the school entrance. "Quick question, and not to alarm anyone, but who are they?" He asked as he waited for someone to answer the phone.

You and Maddie looked to the three people then at each other, Simon, the three people, each other, and ended with open-mouthed stares at Simon.

"They're dead, aren't they?" Simon deadpanned. You and Maddie nodded. Simon kissed his teeth. "Of course they are."

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

After all was said and done, you, Maddie, and Simon had watched Wally—the tallest of the three ghosts Simon had seen outside—drape his varsity jacket over your shoulders and stamp a kiss to your head. Simon had watched Wally hold you protectively in the wake of Simon's impassioned announcement to the table of Split River High staff.

He'd heard Wally whisper comforting words and stroke your cheek with his thumb and, wow, you hadn't been joking about saving yourself for the hot ghost on campus.

It was a mindfuck, to be sure, but Simon adjusted. Or he was in shock. Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe. Wally had mentioned to the group at large as they huddled in the hallway that he and Charley—Canadian tuxedo—had needed to go lest Mr. Martin—whoever that was—get suspicious of their absence at Movie Night. Which could've been dead dove, do not eat, or could've been ghost code for watching the living go to the bathroom.

"Dude, we don't do that." Wally had cringed, offended.

Charley had raised his brows in consideration, "Well, not all of us."

Simon was beginning to double-down on putting together a personal bestiary à la Teen Wolf just to aid him in navigating this shitshow.

Afterward, you, Simon, and Maddie had holed away in a classroom to watch Mr. Anderson be escorted into the back of a squad car. In a line at the window. Discussing in solemn tones what you and Maddie had seen in the theater. How it related to Mr. Anderson. How whoever was behind Maddie's death—no, not death, Simon emended, since you'd brought him up to speed. How whoever was behind Maddie's missing body could be literally anyone. That was if her Maddie's circumstances were related to the terrors you and she had experienced in the theater earlier.

"What do you think's gonna happen?" Maddie asked faintly as she watched the deputy closed the back door of the squad car.

"He'll be questioned." Simon said. "Probably arrested."

Angry, Maddie replied, "But not for abduction. Not for bodily injury." A weighted pause. "I swear to God, if he did this to me over some stupid band uniforms..."

His voice tinged with hope, "Maybe he'll confess."

"Or," Maddie offered the alternative, "You'll hand that phone over to the cops and we'll never know who he was working with. Or why he said he gave me money... I'll never know what really happened to me."

Maddie turned. As soon as she settled, you shuffled closer to her on the windowsill and put a supportive arm around her shoulders. Fuck if that didn't make Simon's heart ache. He wanted so badly to be the one to do that for her. To be there for her. To comfort her.

"We'll figure it out, Mads." You reassured, though your eyes still looked haunted.

"At least for now," Maddie said, gazing up at Simon, "some of the heat will be off you."

Her words struck Simon's soul. After everything she'd been through, she cared about what happened to him, and it made him yearn to show her how much that meant to him. Seeing you in Wally's varsity jacket gave him an idea. Slowly, he peeled off his sweater and hung it over the back of a chair. It wasn't enough, but at least he could do this.

"What are you doing?" Maddie asked.

Voice rough with emotion, Simon said, "I was thinking... I can't hug you, but my sweater can."

You hopped down from the windowsill and positioned yourself between Maddie and Simon, voice pitched just as low as Simon's as if not wanting to disturb the somber atmosphere that had befallen the classroom.

"I can do you one better." You said with a small smile and placed one hand on Maddie's shoulder. Your held out your other hand to Simon which he took, curious as to what you were going to do. It seemed Maddie knew because she came closer and then—god—she wrapped her arms around Simon and held him tight.

Without a second thought, Simon returned her embrace with his free arm, putting everything he had into it. All the grief, all the solace, all the love. He hiccupped a weak sound of overwhelm and pulled Maddie as close to himself as he could. She felt warm. Alive. Like she was right there in her body.

With wet eyes, Simon peeked up at you, "Thank you."

"You're my friend, Simon." You said easily, "I'd do anything for you in a heartbeat."

He dragged you into the hug; you and he and Maddie holding each other, leaning on each other, needing each other. And for that small segment of time, the weight of the world didn't feel so heavy.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Mr. Martin was surprised when Rhonda marched into the gym and pulled up a seat. It wasn't the first unusual thing Mr. Martin had noticed of his Support Group that night, though.

Something felt off. Ajay had been morose when he'd entered, but Bernadette and Katelynn had puppy piled him on the stack of gym mats and were comforting him with cuddles. Always upbeat and charismatic Wally had been reserved until halfway through the film. Perhaps he was truly taken by Demi Moore's performance, though Mr. Martin suspected there was more to it.

Charley hadn't made any sarcastic comebacks to Mr. Martin's purposefully cheesy jokes about the film before Mr. Martin had started it, either. Keeping an eye on Charley and Wally, Mr. Martin had entertained the idea that the two had had a falling out. Teenagers were fickle beings. Even those in their forties and fifties.

Of course, Mr. Martin could be seeing things that weren't there. Reading too much into every small shift in behavior because he'd been on edge since Amelia's impromptu visit. A shiver ran through him, cold as ice, as he recalled what he'd witnessed and what he'd been ordered to do.

Banishing the memory, he forced a smile to his face, "Rhonda. You usually boycott movie night."

Rhonda stiffened in her seat, gaze fixed determinedly on the screen even if it seemed to go against everything she believed in to do it.

"Is everything alright?" Mr. Martin probed when she didn't say anything. His first priority was always his students' wellbeing, no matter what Amelia felt about it.

Rhonda took her time to answer, but eventually, "I've been here for sixty years. Sixty graduations," She explained, jaw tense, as if her words were being forced out of her. Rhonda rarely shared and, when she did, she'd smother the sentiment beneath myriad barbed wire remarks and threatening stares so no one would examine what she'd revealed too closely.

As Rhonda disclosed what had motivated her to join Movie Night, Mr. Martin heard Amelia's voice in his head, "we need someone to step in for Janet."

"—I've made my peace with it because nothing changes...but now..." Mr. Martin listened, giving Rhonda his full, undivided attention. Rhonda didn't elaborate on how her views had shifted, rather redirecting to claim, "I know I'm not always a joiner but," her voice was raw, "I gotta get outta here."

She was outright doing her damnedest to hold back tears and it shook Mr. Martin to his core. The sight made Mina's image flash in his mind, the pain and fear in her eyes as she'd silently begged Mr. Martin to help her before being disintegrated into nothingness.

When Rhonda admitted, "I'm willing to try anything," Mr. Martin was brought back to the present, Mina fading from his mind. What Rhonda said next made his smile falter, a pang of regret in his heart. There was nothing else for it, his hand forced, because everything was easier when the participants were willing. But Rhonda needed to say it right. She needed to mean it without Mr. Martin's direct interference.

And, just like that, she did.

He ignored how his gut wrenched as he heard Rhonda speak into the air, "So, whatever you did to help Janet, I want in."

Mr. Martin felt Rhonda's words vibrate through the veil, the gears shifting as the pieces on Amelia's board were recast.

Mr. Martin forced another smile. However, turning back to the screen, his smile faded completely as Mina's final moments crowded his mind again. The fear. The helplessness. One of his students...gone. His conscience kicked and screamed and berated him. Challenged him. Brought his face right up to the hundreds of mistakes he'd made leading up to Mina's permanent erasure from this earth.

He'd had no choice, a milder, more detached part of him reminded, and it's too late to undo what'd already been done. There was no going back.

All Mr. Martin could do now was offer Rhonda his bowl of popcorn and tell her, "I'm glad to hear it."

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PART TWENTY-SIX - OCTOBER MOON

note: i will definitely be tinkering away here tomorrow 💀

Act 1 was written to The Night We Met (Slowed & Thunder Storm) by Lord Huron. Act 5 was written to You're Somebody Else by Flora Cash. finally, Act 6 was written to Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites.

i can't believe it, guys. we made it. (ignoring that i now have less that 3 weeks to accomplish Series 2 before the second season airs...) thank you everyone who's still clinging for their lives on the sides of this chaos canoe. you're all legends and i love each and every one of you to the moon and beyond 😭

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[inhuman-obey-me]

First of all, love your analysis!! They are legit my favourites <3 second, do you think the brothers have had past relationships before MC? Were they intimate or just some fwb kind of thing? Do you think that some nobles try to get with one of the brothers? Sorry if I sound nosy!! Just wanna know your guys opinions cause you guys always have the best answers! >:D (ps. you guys are my favourite obey me blog hehe)

Ahhhh thank you, you're so sweet!! Σ(O///O) (,,>﹏<,,) Apologies for the delay in answering this!

As far as past relationships before MC go, yes we think there probably have been some. It is a dating sim, so of course they want to make it that MC is ✨special✨ for them, but let's think realistically about it. They've all lived an incredibly long time before MC!

We certainly do know that nobles and others are interested in them. Barbatos mentions that all of them have fan clubs, and there's even a memory UR card titled "Popular with the Ladies" after all! And Great Witch Maddi is infamously aggressive for trying to get with some of them, including frustrating the hell out of Satan and Lucifer -- as well as a rather dark implication about what she might have done to Mammon once.

As to the particular nature of their past relationships, though, it probably varies a lot from brother to brother!

Lucifer doesn't do anything half-assed, and he's way too prideful for anything that could damage his or his family's reputation. He might go on a few dates for political reasons, but he thinks of those as work, not romance. If he actually gets into a relationship, it's serious. That said, he's such a workaholic that past relationships are probably pretty few and far in between except with Diavolo.

Mammon is the type to hook up intending it to be a casual one-night stand, and end up in love before he knows what's happened. He falls in love fast, and though the relationships may have burned up just as quickly, he really loved them -- even if he might never admit it.

Leviathan prides himself on being a hardcore shut-in, so his relationship history is probably mainly littered with online relationships with fellow gamers. He may have been too shy to actually ever meet up with any of them, or maybe not.

Satan has a lot of acquaintances and is generally well-liked within the Devildom, so he's undoubtedly had his share of admirers. And he's always trying to expand his horizons by trying new things, to get away from being "only wrath." So yeah, he's probably tried dating casually, maybe had some that were considered more serious, but didn't really have that full-blown understanding of love until MC came along.

Asmodeus is, well....let's just be realistic here. He's the Avatar of Lust. We saw the brothers giving him shit for hitting on everyone even when he was an angel, so of course he's probably hooked up with tons of people before MC. But the whole reason MC has been so special to him is because they're the first one that he feels like really loves him for more than just his beauty, so they're the first serious relationship for him.

Beelzebub is one of the "popular with the ladies" guys, but it just isn't really a priority for him. Still, he's not one to say no if someone invites him out for a meal, so he's definitely gone out on dates from time to time, even if some of them may have been accidental. But it seems MC is really the first to be equally important to him as his family, so any past relationships probably weren't nearly as serious.

Belphegor isn't a total shut-in like Levi, but frankly he just doesn't care a whole lot about anybody outside of his family. So he might have had casual flings with those who showed interest, but he likely would have hit a point where he would have decided it's not worth the effort.

[mads-is-a-bit-strange]

Hello loves!!!

Welcome to my page!! i hope u doin great today, and that you choose to stay here!! this is a safe spot for everyone (except for my DNI…), and you can ask me random shit all the time!! All of my info is under the cut!! Have fun darling!💗

Here's some things abt me☟

Name: Madeleine

Nicknames: mads, maddie, marie, mad, maggie, em, juniper, daisy, linnie (pls call me these nicknames i fuckin love them [maybe other than mads and maddie] )

Age: minor‼️

Pronouns: she/they

Sexuality: Bisexual, Demigirl/Non-binary

mbti test results: ENFJ-T (main character vibes😝✌️)

aura color: blue💙💙💙

Now some random facts abt me☟

♡here are my ocs accounts!!

@the-giver3

@b3c0m3-insan3

@lemme-die-rq666

@bibi-hates-u2

@sun-and-moon888

@talkingisntrllymything

💛i listen to music more than i should…(specifically my musical playlist with way to much heathers😆)

💛baby witch (i havent done any spells before but i do tarot a lot)

💛i love all of my friends <333 Im so lucky to have them and i would literally die for them❤️❤️❤️❤️and my mutuals idk how the hell i got those but i’m very grateful

💛i’m otherhearted!!! i have multiple hearttypes and my main ones right now are prob German Shepherd and Raccoon :3

💛cabin 10!!! (aphrodite)💗🐚

🩷 “this is modern feminism talking” “i expect to rule the world in shoes i cannot walk in”🩷

💛"Everyone's pushing, everyone's fighting. Storms are approaching, there's nowhere to hide. If i say the wrong thing, or i wear the wrong outfit, they'll throw me right over the side. On the tiniest lifeboat."💛

💞V, K, H, C, E, A, B, J, E, E, A, S, L💞

🇵🇸river to sea, palestine will be free🇵🇸

💛Fandoms☟

Owl house, Stardew Valley, Craig of the Creek, Superstore, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, Big Bang Theory, She-Ra, Adventure Time, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, PJO, etc. (ik ik i’m a nerd) (p.p.s, if you want to know all of my fandoms and shit like that, go to my pinterest!!)

💛I do theatre and student council

DNI: DMs (im not allowed to talk to strangers online but if ik u irl then u can dm, or if you want to ask a simple question), Transphobes, homophobes, racist ppl, Z00s, N@Z!, s3xists, p0rn bots (im a fucking minor), p3d0s, nsfw.

💛Links☟

𖤐Pinterest

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𖤐Decorate my tree for Xmas!!

𖤐My userboxes are here: (im still working on it so i dont have a link 😔😔😔 srry)

Just remember that you are amazing <3 Like literally the best and i know that hearing that from a total stranger may sound crazy and creepy, but i genuinely care about my friends and mutuals. Have fun here, so yeah byeeee :]

[thegreatwitchmaddi]

Lore on the Skibidi M's

//heyyy ppl, so I decided to write the lore for all the blogs that I'm running cause I'm tired of answering constantly who's who, and also cuz I forget lore myself at times, and have to improv.

The Great Witch, Maddi:

So my Maddi might not be the most canon

She's OLD OLD

Originally a human

Was abandoned by her parents

Took in by a man, who she later found out was a serial killer

Killed him, went to jail, yada yada

Lost hope for humanity, because they sent her to jail for killing a serial killer hello???

During her jail time, meets this old ass lady, who's her roommate

Accidentally kills all her jail mates

Gets transported to the guillotine grounds (this happened in like the OLD days)

Burns the guillotine and somehow ends up in Hell

Self-teaches herself on how to use magic (how do you think she killed all those people?)

Meets Mammon

Falls for him

Tries to hypnotize him but ends up nearly killing him

Meets Diavolo after that fiasco

Becomes dead set on dating him

Gets rejected so bad

Meets Markov

Falls in love

He's her only friend so duh

He ends up becoming too evil, and threatens her own power, so enter Midas, who manipulates Maddi into killing him.

Ends up depressed, and after the War, goes into hiding

She's back on a "divine mission" and is very tight-lipped about it

She may love someone, but she's know for manipulation, and won't hesitate to kill even those she loves *cough* Azazel *cough*

Has hypnotization powers, has hypnotized Norman and Bow anon before

When she was super evil, her way to kill was the sound of tinkling bells (the anklet on her feet), and if you turned around at the sound of it, she would kill you

The Grim Reaper's sidekick, Markov:

In case you didn't know, this dude's an OC

HE'S NOT CANON

Been alive since the universe began

Friend to Maddi and then eventual lover

Basically his job was to collect the dead?

He's tied to the Grim Reaper

What he touches dies, mostly

He originally was an angel, but committed a HORRIBLE crime after falling into Midas's trap

As a result, instead of becoming a demon, he was forever tied to the Grim Reaper

He hated this, and so, saw Maddi as a way out

Never actually loved her

Used her distress as a way to get close to her

Found a way to break connection with the Grim Reaper

But little did he know, Midas would go behind his back to manipulate Maddi into killing him.

Dies.

But....he never actually broke ties with the Grim Reaper

Which means...

He never truly died...

The Evil Incarnate, Midas:

Not a lot known about him

He's an entity that can shapeshift, and hypnotize, and practically everything else

His most basic form is his human one, which can be found on his blog

He's the evil inside every being, the Yin.

Once again, not to much is known about him

Had a lover called Her

Although, it's not know if She actually loved him or not

He goes psycho is anyone dares to talk about Her

Calls Maddi "little girl", because PLOT TWIST, the serial killer she "killed"? IT WAS HIM

AAAAAA

Also fyi, the serial killer used to call Maddi "little girl"

[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

Fic: Something to Sink Your Teeth Into 17/?

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Vampire/Witch!AU

Read on AO3

It was so cold.

Icy cold. The kind of cold that hurt your cheeks whenever the wind blew, the kind of cold that made every breath a cloud of steam that floated around their heads like smoke from a fire before drifting away. The snow-covered ground seemed to glow under the light of a full moon as they walked slowly across a deserted field. Two figures, swathed in coats and scarves, each carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle. One was much smaller than the other.

He stood in the center of an intricate rune circle, laid out in polished river stones, and waited for the figures to approach him.

He was cradled in his father’s arms as he and his mother marched across the snowy field, the cabin they’d rented for the week—where Maddie was still asleep—fading into the distance behind them.

He was slumped in a comfortable armchair in a house he had no business feeling safe enough to fall asleep in, exhaustion he could no longer ignore pulling him under.

He looked down at the sigil the stones formed in the snow. The lines were meticulously straight, the snow underneath them packed down in a perfect circle to form a smooth surface for the stones to lay on. He wondered if it would make it better or worse if there were signs of hesitance—a crooked stone where a hand had trembled; disturbed snow in other places in the field where someone paced back and forth, arguing with themselves or their spouse. Something to show that his parents had ever had a second thought. Had struggled with their decision for even a moment. Would it hurt more or less?

He lifted his head from his father’s shoulder, blinking as the cold, cold wind made his eyes water. He was tired and achy—he was always hurting and tired these days—and frowned as the bundle of blankets in Mom’s arms whimpered softly.

“It’s too cold for Ev to be out here,” he mumbled, the effort of holding his head up becoming too much. He snuggled back under Dad’s chin, felt his father’s arms tighten around him.

“It’ll be fine,” Dad said, but his voice sounded funny, fast and clipped, the way it got when the doctors started talking about things like ‘hospice’ and ‘pain management,’ the way it got when he didn’t want to hear what the person was saying. He licked his dry, cracked lips and kept watching his baby brother with a worried frown.

He heard Kinard’s voice across the room, but it sounded like the vampire was speaking through a long, long tunnel. He couldn’t make out the words. God, he was so tired. As soon as Grant’s coven stepped out of the house, it was like the entire day had caught up to him; he couldn’t keep his eyes open if he tried.

He watched his parents stop at the edge of the rune circle , watched his mother take a deep, steadying breath. She looked up at the moon, the silvered light doing nothing to soften the hard, determined lines of her face. Her familiar Gregor, a sharp-eyed Cardinal, was nowhere to be seen, nor was Hepzibah, the great gray cat his father was bonded with. He’d never known if his parents had forbidden their familiars from following or if they’d chosen not to, and he’d never had the courage to ask Sally. She’d always treated Gregor with the same polite disdain she treated his parents but she and Hepzibah had been cordial, if not exactly friends.

His mother walked into the center of the rune circle and he automatically stepped to one side, even though some part of him was aware that he wasn’t really here. He watched as she turned to face his father, shifting the tiny—so tiny, he was only a few months old when this all happened—bundle of blankets into one arm as she held out her hand to him. His head ached with the strange triple perspective of his experience: he was standing in the rune circle, he was curled in the surprisingly comfortable armchair in Kinard’s house, he was huddled in his father’s arms as he too stepped into the sigil lines and took his wife’s hand.

Kinard’s voice came again, louder this time, closer, but still muffled. The vampire touched his shoulder, shook it gently, but all he could do was mumble to himself, his eyes feeling weighed down, glued shut, his whole body feeling heavy and useless—the teleportation and the little display with Grant’s familiar had taken too much out of him for him to be able to shake himself out of the visions that always seemed so much harder to escape when he felt like this. His magic was a sputtering glow in the back of his mind, flickering tiredly as the vampire’s voice washed over him.

It was all right. He was safe with Tommy. He knew that.

He frowned, something in that thought catching at his brain, but he was too tired to parse it out.

He blinked slowly, watching with dull eyes as his mother knelt down in one section of the rune circle and laid the baby that was him down on the packed snow and unwrapping the blankets that swaddled him, exposing one tiny, tiny arm to the cold, cold air.

He stirred in his father’s arms, lifting his head again as his brother started wailing. “Dad—Dad it’s too cold,” he whispered urgently. “Mom? What’re you doing?”

“It’s all right Danny,” his mother said over her shoulder, pulling something out of her coat pocket that glinted briefly in the moonlight. She started chanting, the familiar language of spellcasting, but it sounded weird, somehow. Different. Not smooth and musical and warm…this sounded like music that was being played on a broken instrument.

“Mom?” he tried again, trying to wiggle out of Dad’s arms, but Dad just held him tightly. His stomach dropped, fear starting to spark through him. Mom just shook her head, still chanting, and she grabbed Evan’s (his, this had happened to him) arm and made a quick motion.

Evan (he—this had happened to him) started screaming. The high-pitched cries echoed in the snowy field and he tried to wiggle harder in Dad’s arms, tried to make him let him down so he could go to his baby brother. Evan was crying, Evan was scared, and this was wrong, this was all wrong. He didn’t have a familiar to help him with his magic, yet, but he could still feel it through the coven bonds and there was something wrong with it.

“Mom? Mama, don’t…don’t, he’s scared! Mama, you’re hurting him!” he cried, tears welling up in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks, the sick swoop of fear spreading through him, hot and cold at the same time. Something was wrong. Something was wrong, something was wrong, something was wrong…

A few drops of blood spattered on the snow underneath his baby brother.

He tried to blink away the vision—the memory—tried to banish it, to shake himself out of it, but he was so tired. He couldn’t force his eyes open, couldn’t make himself wake up. The fearful shouting, the discordant chanting, the wails of a baby in pain, it all blurred together and he tried to cover his face with his hands, to block out the sights, but he couldn’t…he wasn’t here, this wasn’t happening, this had already happened, and he couldn’t change it, couldn’t…

Solid arms slid under his body, and he was dimly aware of being lifted. Held. His head came to rest against someone’s shoulder, his cheek and forehead brushing strangely cool skin. Tommy. Almost instantly, the horrifying vision faded, growing dim and shadowy as Tommy’s strong, solid presence grew sharper in his senses. He wanted to ask what was going on, wanted to lift his head and see what the vampire was doing, but his body stubbornly refused to cooperate. It was all right. Tommy had him.

His magic hummed contentedly in the back of his mind, the calm certainty that all was well spreading over him like a warm blanket, pulling him further down into darkness. Tommy had him.

He was safe as long as Tommy had him.

*

Waking up in strange beds with only the vaguest notion of how he’d gotten there was starting to become a habit Evan reflected muzzily when he opened his eyes. He peered around the room a moment, trying to figure out what time it was—perhaps unsurprisingly, the windows were all fitted with thick blackout curtains, making it impossible to judge the time by the sunlight coming through the window. When he got up and flicked one curtain aside curiously, he found the window was also shuttered on the outside. Shaking his head, he made his way over to the room’s ensuite and did his morning business, taking a moment to examine his reflection in the mirror above the sink.

He looked better, if he did say so himself. He thought his face had more color, and there were no dark circles under his eyes. His five o’clock shadow from yesterday had crossed the line over into full-on scruff, but a cursory search through the cabinet under the sink turned up no shaving supplies, which he supposed made sense. Not like dead bodies (even if they were only technically dead) continued to grow hair.

Although…now he wondered how fixed a vampire’s appearance really was. He knew they could heal from just about any injury, barring beheading, incineration, or the classic stake through the heart. Though he was pretty sure he remembered Sally mentioning that said stake had to take out a pretty big portion of the vampire’s heart. Which implied that the heart’s ability to circulate a vampire’s blood had something to do with its healing, which implied they weren’t really dead. And back to his original point, if they could heal from any other injury in a matter of minutes or hours, did that mean their hair would grow back if they cut it or shaved it? How fast? Like, if a vampire was turned with a full beard, were they stuck with it forever? Or if they shaved it off, was that it? If they really overestimated how good they’d look with bangs, or had been one of those monks that did the weird, bald bowl cuts when they were turned, did they have to stay that way for all eternity?

He blinked, shaking his head before he could fall too far down into a rabbit hole of his own making. Like the bathroom at the loft, there was an only slightly suspect bottle of mouthwash under sink (he knew the brand, but he didn’t think the labels had had that design since he was in high school) and he took a swig of it, the sticky feeling in his mouth overcoming any worries he had about expiration dates.

He wondered why Tommy would keep mouthwash in his places at all…did he have human friends? Lovers? He paused at that thought, an odd feeling rushing through him. Tommy didn’t seem the type to keep a coven pet—one of the humans who gave themselves up as blood donors in exchange for money or protection or the promise of being turned eventually—and the lack of first aid supplies or, you know, food and drink in his safehouses didn’t indicate to Evan that humans were regular guests.

Shit, Evan was probably lucky there was toilet paper in the bathroom.

Sometime in the night, Tommy had deposited the bag of clothes he’d let Evan pick out from what he had on hand at the loft just inside the door, and Evan quickly changed into a fresh sweatshirt and a pair of track pants before wandering out of the bedroom and down the hall.

“Tom—” He stopped, suddenly realizing he’d been calling the vampire by his name in his head all morning…was about to call it out loud. “Uh, Kinard?” he finished, blinking rapidly and running a hand back through his hair. What the fuck? No. No, no, no that wasn’t good. Getting comfortable around the vampire was not a good idea, no matter how calm his magic felt around him, no matter how many times he seemed to be risking himself to protect Evan, no matter how generally…decent…Kinard seemed to be. A witch was never safe in the company of a vampire, and Evan needed to remember that.

The fact that he’d felt safer in the vampire’s company in the last day than he had in the last year (even if they had spent part of it fighting for their lives) didn’t matter.

Couldn’t matter.

“In here!” Kinard’s—Kinard, Kinard, Kinard, damn it—called from the living room. Evan made his way down the hall to find Kinard scrolling through his phone on the couch, a local news channel playing softly on an honest-to-God radio Evan hadn’t noticed sitting on one of the bookshelves last night. “Hey. Feeling better?” the vampire asked, looking Evan up and down as he walked over to the chair he’d fallen asleep in last night and dropped into it again.

He very determinedly did not think about the fact that Kinard must have carried him to bed like…okay, like some Victorian debutante last night. He tilted his head slightly and took stock of himself, closing his eyes for a moment and murmuring a mildly difficult conjuration spell. His magic leaps to his fingertips, the power coming easily and without strain.

He opened his eyes again with a smirk and lifted the steaming paper cup that had appeared in his hand to Kinard in a little toast. “I’m good, actually. Told you—sleep and carbs, and I’m good as new.” He lifted the conjured coffee—oatmilk latte, perfect—to his lips and took a sip, sighing in pleasure at the warm sweetness. He looked up to find Kinard staring at him intently. “What? Promise, I’m good.”

“If you’re sure,” Kinard said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Just out of curiosity, how much of a side-eye would Howie be giving that fact?”

Evan sat up a little straighter, taking another deliberate sip of his drink. “Why do you ask?” he asked carefully. Kinard nodded to himself, as though Evan had answered his question. In a way, perhaps he had. Evan sighed. “It’s…complicated,” he allowed, twisting the paper cup back and forth in his hands. “I don’t—I don’t want to talk about it.”

Unbidden, the hazy image of a snowy, moonlit field rose in his mind—the sigil lines laid out so carefully, the echo of an infants wails, the splash of blood on the snow, black under the moonlight.

Memories.

Memories that weren’t his, but were indelibly etched in his mind and heart.

Kinard watched him for a few tense heartbeats, and then gave a short, sharp nod. “Fair,” he said. “All I ask is that you be honest with me if it’s going to affect our chances of survival, okay?”

Evan looked up at that, startled by the vampire’s easy acceptance of what had to be a very suspicious statement. “Fair,” he agreed. He frowned down into his drink. “So, uh, so you really think this is gonna come down to more fights? Your friends aren’t going to be able to figure everything out before the high coven catches up with us?”

Kinard cocked an eyebrow. “Evan. I may be a vampire, but I haven’t lived this long by believing in fairy tales.” His look turned assessing, and Evan was struck with the uncomfortable feeling that Tom—Kinard was really seeing him, in a way not a lot of people in his life ever had. “I kind of get the feeling you haven’t, either.”

Evan didn’t know what to say to that. He covered his discomfort by standing up and moving to the kitchen, setting his latte down on the counter so he could grab the remaining sandwich from yesterday out of the fridge. He gave the paper wrapping more attention than it strictly needed, listening with half an ear as Kinard levered himself to his feet and joined him.

“Howie texted me a list of places that Greenway hung out at a lot, as well as his home address last night. If we’re going to bait the high coven into that snipe hunt, we should probably be seen snooping around some of those places. Would they have been able to tell you recovered that flash drive from the, ah, the sideways?”

Evan chuckled, shaking his head. “The between,” he said deliberately, “wouldn’t be a very good hiding place if it was easy to tell when someone had been fishing around in it. I doubt anyone would be able to tell I took something from Greenway’s.”

“Then we should probably start at Greenway’s apartment—it’s likely they’re already watching the place.”

“What about the vampires we ran into?” Evan asked, taking a bite of the sandwich. It wasn’t nearly as good after sitting all night in the fridge, the vegetables wilted and a little slimy with the vinegar and oil dressing, but he was too hungry to care.

Tommy—fuck, Kinard, what was wrong with him?—crossed his arms over his chest, drumming the fingers of one hand against his opposite bicep thoughtfully. “Depends on how good Greenway was at covering his tracks.”

Evan frowned in confusion. “You don’t think they were working for this Gerrard guy?”

“That’s the most logical thing,” Kinard said slowly, but he didn’t sound as though he believed it. When Evan said as much, Kinard smiled ruefully. “Gerrard’s better at coven politics than I’ll ever be,” he admitted. “But this kind of conspiracy bullshit isn’t really his style. If Gerrard’s gunning for you, he wants you to know it. And I still don’t see any scenario where he didn’t keep you for himself if he knew Greenway was sending you to that party.”

“Maybe Greenway was just double crossing him? Trying to get him in trouble with the SoCal high coven?”

“The high coven has definitely been trying to find grounds to drive Gerrard out of LA,” Kinard mused.

“What? Why?”

“You mean apart from the fact that our kinds have hated each other as long as anyone can remember?” Kinard asked sardonically, and Evan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, besides that.”

“Truce or no, witches don’t like having older vampires in their territory. The high coven doesn’t like me much, either. We’re harder to kill, we’re better at keeping discipline in our covens, and we attract more vampires to an area for the chance to join a powerful coven.”

“But you’re not the leader of your coven?”

Kinard shrugged, a faraway look entering his eyes. “I’ve never been interested in being anyone’s coven master. I still have standing in the local covens that my friends can benefit from—they either respect me too much or they’re too afraid of me to give my coven much shit. It works for us.”

Evan paused, setting the sandwich back down on the wrapper. He hadn’t realized Kinard held such a place of importance in his coven—although he probably should have. What, did he think a nearly thousand-year-old vampire would be low man on the pole? “Are you—are they gonna be able to help us any?”

Immediately, Kinard shook his head. “I don’t want them anywhere near this. Most of them are less than a century old—Sal and Alonzo could’ve handled that blond fucker in the office building yesterday just fine, but the rest? Especially with witch blood in the mix. Too dangerous.”

Evan swallowed hard. It was crazy, feeling anything like sympathy for a bunch of vampires. Hell, Kinard’s coven master had ordered him to kill Evan. But…they hadn’t asked to be involved in any of this any more than he had. And as much as he wanted to deny it, Kinard had proven to be a lot different than he’d been led to believe vampires were. Even knowing him for such a short time, Evan felt confident that Kinard wasn’t the same as Vincent Gerrard. Wasn’t the same as the vampires who had attacked them at Greenway’s office.

And Evan couldn’t see Tommy staying in a coven that was.

Kinard. Kin, God, all right, fuck it. Tommy.

His magic fairly sparkled in the back of his mind.

Tommy had a coven that obviously cared about him. That he cared about. Two days ago, Evan wouldn’t have really believed vampires were capable of caring about each other like that. Tommy had a coven. He described it as just a political alliance, but it was clear from the way he talked about them that Tommy considered his coven his family. Tommy had a coven.

Evan had no one. A familiar he had betrayed and humiliated. A sister he couldn’t contact without putting them both in terrible danger.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he said, not looking at Tommy.

“I don’t mind—not like our coven politics is a secret or anything. Alonzo won’t care what I tell you.”

Evan bit his lip. Nash’s familiar had sat next to him nearly the entire time Chimney was trying to open the files on Greenway’s flash drive. The familiar’s aura—not nearly as strong as Sally’s had been, nor even really as strong as Grant’s familiar’s was, but still so hauntingly known…like opening of a song he hadn’t heard played in forever but could still sing note for note—had pulsed against Evan’s magic, so much like the touch of Sally’s power and yet so completely different it hurt. Yet he hadn’t been able to bring himself to move away, to put distance between himself and the feeling of a coven bond. He hated the desperation that had swirled through him, the way he’d instantly craved any scrap of connection the familiar was willing to give him.

Evan had no coven. No family to go back to. No home. Evan…Evan had nothing more to lose, not really.

Tommy did.

“No,” Evan continued, still not daring to look the vampire in the eye. “No, I mean…all of it. You, uh, you can get out. You should. You should get out of this while you still can.” He finally took a peek at Tommy. The vampire looked as though he’d just been hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat. He was staring at Evan, his mouth slightly agape, a look of stunned surprise on his face.

“Evan—” he started, but Evan plunged on. While he still had the courage to do the right thing. Evan’s life was a mess, and had been from the moment he’d gotten a frantic, terrified call from his sister five years ago. And maybe Tommy’s life was just as complicated in it’s own way…but it didn’t have to be this complicated.

“No, listen,” he interrupted. “You said it yourself…you don’t want your coven anywhere near this. There’s no guarantee it doesn’t come back on them no matter what we do. And those vampires knew who you were! Next time, they’ll be ready for you. The high coven will have put a kill order out on you. Tom—Kinard, you don’t have to be involved in this. I’m the one they’re after.”

“Pretty sure my chance to back out of this ended with that fight in the office, kid,” Tommy said dismissively, and Evan shook his head in frustration.

“Just say I spelled you! You can pin all this on me! I can put a hex on you. Something minor, something you can break easy…your coven can lodge a complaint with the high coven and they’ll sense the magic still on you. You go in all pissed that I controlled you, give them some details, show you’re cooperating. As old as you are, they’ll believe I wasn’t able to hold a hex long term. They’ll be so focused on finding me, they should leave you guys alone. You can walk away.”

Tommy was still staring at him, a new light in his eyes that Evan wasn’t sure he wanted to identify. “Evan,” he said again, softly.

But whatever he was going to say next was interrupted when the alarm box by the front door suddenly went off with a piercing, insistent wail.

[hazyny4]

It’s official bro like this show cannot be canon…Spoilers for arcane last part.

Okay so jinx dying:…my girl found peace somewhat got her child taken away, spirals slightly again, then dies….ok

Ambessa dying: GREAT CHARACTER GREAT DEATH !

Maddie dying: …lol girl what u thot🙂‍↔️

Again jinx dying….i get maybe that was her happy ending cuz she suffered so much and just wanted peace…but likeee…that was so ass like genuinely ass like this story was obviously rushed but hey🤷🏽‍♀️

Cait and vi sexy scene: uh…honestly don’t wanna make the gays upset but could’ve been better…

Sevika: Now my girl may have not gotten the screen time she deserved…BUT WHO ON DA COUNCIL NOW, AND SHAWTY BEAT THE HORRID DEATH ALLEGATIONS LMAOOO YUUHH OH IM SO HAPPY SHE WAS LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT

Vi: vi is a very confusing character to me…and personally I could never really connect with her and Caits ove story. But I feel bad for her, the only person she has left is cait all her family dead lol like the whole story of jinx, vi, silco, vander all of it is so sad and that’s y personally I chose to look at it like this story isn’t canon it’s just one universe. It sucks to know that in another world jinx is alive but vi is dead and this one vi is alive and jinx is dead but whateva

Jinx again: At least u at peace and with isha gurl like my goodness u been thru it

Vander: fuck u nigga

Ekko: you really are the boy savior you did it all, like u really did it all ( standing ovation)

Mel: literally the scarlet witch headass but u did it gurl

Isha: you will be missed sweetheart dk why u were brought in this to begin with this wasn’t ur battle but I bet u playing wit jinx rn so mwah!

SEVIKA: HI HONEY IM SOOO PROUD OF U U DID SOOOO GOOD SWEETHEART!!!!

The end of my thots soooooo…when the spinoff lol

[heckinconfusedparade]

hello I don’t know if you’ve wrote this before but what about the wachowski family going to like a spirit Halloween I love your prompts too

Hello, hello!! I haven’t wrote about the fam going to this lovely place yet, and I’m disappointed in myself for not thinking of it, since it’s literally my favourite store! So thanks! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING MY PROMPTS!

Let’s get this shit on the ROAD!

Tom & Maddie:

These two knew they had to take their boys to Spirit Halloween the second it opens. It’s a must. What kind of parents would they be if they didn’t take their children to the greatest seasonal shop on Earth?? Not parents they wanna be, that’s for sure! When they brought it up, Knuckles and Tails are confused, but Sonic is stoked! He’s seen the place and peeked in through the windows, and HE WANTS IN ON THAT! Next thing they knew, they were standing at the doors of Spirit Halloween, unsure of what shenanigans could unfold in there, because every outing with these kids is an adventure.

Knuckles:

You know those big displays they put up, where you step on a little pad on the floor, and it activates the robot? Yeah. Knuckles is responsible for so much damage because Sonic thought it would be hilarious to step on the pad so Knuckles could be jumpscared as he was walking by. In Knuckles’ point of view, this witch came outta nowhere, so naturally he took a swing at her, sending her head across the store, leaving everyone, including his poor family absolutely gobsmacked.

The employees are in too much shock to kick him out, so Knuckie is able to go on his merry way! He likes looking around at all the costumes and props! There’s so many interesting ones! The blow up one’s interest him the most, but he’s not wearing that. It’s embarrassing, and his spines will pop it before it can stir up any joy within him.

Knuckles spots an Indiana Jones costume and thinks it’s perfect to go with his new hat!!

Sonic:

You know this dude was gonna be a little shit from the moment he entered. While the result was the should be expected, but unexpected, he did get a good laugh at scaring Knuckles with that witch. He also spooked Tails with a ghost, and he was unamused, and going to get revenge. He also puts a spider on Knuckles and nearly became the Spirit in Spirit Halloween.

All these costumes, so many choices and possibilities! They’re all so cool and detailed, like the grim reaper one he’s pondering on.

And then he sees it.

The Mario wall.

It’s perfect. He is going to become Mario, and he is going to rock it. He is going to slay. He’s gonna dress Ozzy up as Yoshi, because the best boy has gotta get in on the fun too! Today was great.

Tails:

Sonic’s fate was sealed the moment he scared him. Not much scares the hedgehog, but Tails just so happens to know what gets him uneasy. Clowns. Sonic does not like clowns. So when he spots a huge one, he knows what he has to do. He lures Sonic over by getting him to talk, making him unaware of his surroundings, then points behind him. Sonic slowly turns to face the clown. He looks up at it. Yeah, hate that! Tails sloooowly reaches his foot over to press the pad, activating the clown, making it jump at Sonic, who leaps back in terror. He turns around to scold Tails, and to his horror, his little brother has donned a clown mask and scares him a second time. His quills are so puffed out, he looks ridiculous. Once he calms down, he’s able to laugh about it.

Tails then gets to look around! So many cool things! He’s drawn to the props, and he and Sonic fight with giant swords before their mother tells them to put them away. He makes it to all the ear headbands and tails, and wonders why people would want these. Then he remembers all those folk who like to dress up as animals, and chalks it up to that! He’s not looking around there anymore, it’s a little creepy seeing ears and tails that aren’t attached to anything.

Tails locates a pair of broken goggles and a lab coat and decides he’s going to be a mad scientist! There’s some alterations to be done, but this is his decision.

It was an eventful outing. Knuckles got out with a warning because he genuinely did not know about the jumpscares, so his reaction was totally believable. He did have to pay to replace it though, even though Tails asked if he could fix the head. For some reason, they didn’t take up his offer!

[luckymousey]

EAH x TWST

⚠️English is not my first language⚠️

Part 2

I'll be using one of my Ocs, Bellatrix.

Enjoy!

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"Bella!"

"Uh? Raven!" The orange haired girl smiled at her.

"What's up, Raven?" Madeline Hatter, the Mad Hatter's daughter, waved at her. "Fancying for some tea?" She took out a cup of tea from her hat... which was a cup or tea too.

Raven Queen, the Evil Queen's daughter stopped running and took her by her arm.

"No thanks, Maddie, I'm a bit of a hurry." She said before looking at Bella with a nervous look. "My mom says she want to talk with you."

"Your mom? Why?" The witch tilted her head.

"Is this the start of a new frienship?" Maddie wondered, with expecting eyes.

"I dunno...it's not like Bella has ever talked with her, or with her mom, imagine my surprise when she told me she wanted to have a conversation with her." She crossed her arms. "You don't have to go if you don't want you, but I felt I needed to tell you, mom seemed to really want to talk with you."

"Class have ended long ago." She opened her pocket watch, 9 pm, it said. "Well," She abruptly closed it and put it back into her pocket. "It's not like she could hurt me, she's still trapped in that mirror, right?"

"You're not wrong, but are you sure? She might be using you to escape."

Bella simply shruggee, not caring about the possible danger she was approaching to.

"Don't worry, she managed to escape from it only one time, and we trapped her back anyways, it's not like anything bad will happen."

"But Bella, are you sure? I mean, maybe this is not a good idea." Maddie looked at her friend with a worried look too, this was weird, normally, she would've been delighted to think that the Evil Queen just wanted a new friend.

"Sometimes I feel like you two have changed a lot, and everyone else, like as if I've spent a lot of time away from you." Bella chuckled.

Her two friends tensed and nervously laughed.

"What are you talking about? You've been with us since forever." Raven took Maddie's hand. "Anyways, we have an appointment with...with headmaster Grimm, you know, he still wants us to follow our destinies and everything."

"Yes, yes!" Maddie agreed with her. "Just don't go to talk with the Evil Queen, she might want to curse you." She joked.

The two of them quickly left her alone, hurriedly walking down the hall.

Bella stayed there, smiling and looking at the corner where the girls disappeared.

"...that's not the way to Grimm's office." She mumbled to herself after a long silence.

The girl turned around and walked, the sound of the steps of high heels being the only thing that could be heard in that empty hallway.

"Alice in Wonderland," She started singing as she walked to the room where the Evil Queen was trapped in a mirror. "How do you get to Wonderland? Over the hill or under land? Or just being a tree?" She lengthened the letter 'e' and stopped right in front of a enormous door.

The girl pushed the left door with little difficulty and entered the dark room, which had a mirror in the center.

"Bella." The Evil Queen made her appearance, showing up behind the glass with a delighted smirk. "Long time no see."

"I don't think we've met each other, Regina."

"And yet you talk to me as if we were friends, however, we did talk with each other before."

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying."

"Honey, don't you think you're forgetting about something?" She smirked again, slowly disappearing.

"What a nice conversation." Bella sighed.

She turned around, walked to the door, took the knob and had to stop her hand when she heard someone calling her.

"Bella."

It was a boy's voice.

"Fugya! It's really you, Bella! You know how long has the Great Grim been looking for you!?"

She turned around and looked at the mirror again, which showed nothing but her reflection.

"...!"

For an instant, she thought she saw herself, wearing a black uniform with gold accents.

"...what the actual hell?"

She approached the mirror again and stretched out her hand to its glass.

"Miss Mirrorheart."

It was Milton Grimm, the school's headmaster.

"I thought we clarified the issue about not touching the mirror."

"...yes you did, old man."

"Next time you're visiting the Evil Queen, you must notify me in advance, now, let's take you to your room, it's past the curfew."

"Ok." She simply said, turning around.

Grimm also turned around, and just when she was going to take a step, a gloved hand appeared from the mirror, covering her mouth as many other hands also appeared and took her into the mirror.

"Mhm! Grmm!" She tried to free herself.

"I told you, Bella, you've forgotten about something."

Regina's laugh was heard through all the room, alerting Grimm, who looked back and saw no one.

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This is a one shot I've been thinking about, like if Bella, who appeared in TW and made friends there, went back to EAH and the boys went mad (something like yandere) and after 2 years of investigation they managed to find Bella.

Bella's an Oc of mine, and well, she's a witch and a Rebel in EAH, I'm to lazy to write more about her, so I'll just write it tomorrow or something xD.

I forgot to put that Grimm would be the one who took Bella back in order for her to follow her destiny and he took away her memories in TW so she didn't try to go back, that's why she felt there was something different with everyone.

The song she sings is 'Main title' from Alice in Wonderland