#sarah sanderson x reader

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I got sick this week, but, I already have the visuals for the fanfics. I'm working as fast as I can.

[rodeo-clowns]

Hi can I request Sarah Sanderson x female reader who has like a not so great best friend who treats the reader terribly (making fun of pushes around etc) but the reader is too scared to drop her?

I Know How to Hex You

Modern!Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader

A/N: Ty for requesting this! So sorry it took me like fifty years to write it, I’ve been struggling to write a lot these past few months, I have a lot on my plate. I set this as if Sarah was born in the 20th century, so both her and the reader are around like the same age. Sorry if the insults are a bit much, I just felt like this request hit really close to home as I realized recently that a close friend of mine was just really mean and was always against me so this is a bit of a vent fic. Also if you can’t tell, I started watching SATC, so there are some references in the text lol. I hope you enjoy ! <3

Word Count: 1,250 words! (One of my longest yet!!)

Warnings: Angst that ends with fluff, Body shaming, cursing, drinking, kissing, horrible friends (never keep bad friends y’all! learnt that the hard way, ouch), usage of Y/N and unproofread text (let me know if I missed anything!)

It was that time of the year again. Halloween, your favorite holiday in the world. Only this year the warm, welcoming yet spooky feeling of the holiday wasn’t there. You were currently standing in the corner at a Halloween party hosted by your friend, Becca while nursing a cosmo. You see, you were initially excited to attend the party, that is until Becca began making degrading comments.

Earlier that night at your apartment.

“Okay!” With a bright smile you open your bathroom door, stepping out. You were dressed head to toe in a cute witch costume. The dress on you was black with deep blue details and you had on a pointy black witch hat, accompanied by red lipstick and dark eye makeup. “Sooo,” you twirled around, showing off your costume to your friend Becca, who was seated on your bed. “What do you think?”

She looked up from her phone with a bored expression and stared at you for a good five seconds before she chuckled dryly. “You’re not serious are you?” she says with a mocking tone as she stands up, pocketing her phone. Your expression drops.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N…you can’t wear that! It is NOT flattering at all! I mean, what were you even thinking when you bought it?” She laughs and plucks the witch hat off your head. You look down at your costume. Was she right? Was the costume that you spent so much time shifting through thrift stores trying to put together really that horrible?

“Oh…” You respond, keeping your head down. You were hoping that Becca would get the hint and realize that she’d hurt you with her words, but she continued.

“I mean like be so fucking for real look at it,” she points to your figure in the floor length mirror across the room. In your reflection, you can see tears welling in your eyes, but Becca doesn’t seem to notice. “Already, you don’t even have a flattering body. These kinds of dresses are made for someone whose body is hot and sexy.” She says as her hands refer to her own body.

“I am hot and sexy,” you interject, trying to speak up for yourself as you always did when she’d get like this. She laughs loudly, the sound ringing in your ears, continuing on with her degradation before she gives up and looks at the time on her phone, stating that the two of you were going to be late for her party and that you had no time to change out of your “ugly ass dress” or change your “atrocious” makeup.

Present

Eventually, you leave the corner of Becca’s apartment, but only because you’ve now finished your cosmopolitan and need another if you’re going to get through tonight. Before you can enter the kitchen you hear your name pop up in a conversation that Becca is having with some friends of hers. “Ohhh my god do you see what Y/n’s wearing? It’s just awful,” she laughs out, wheezing in the process. “I mean she actually bought that and thought it was a good idea like who lied to her!?” You hear a few of her friends agree before you’ve had enough and step into the kitchen, grabbing a can of a random alcoholic beverage and step in front of Becca, who looks surprisingly shocked to see you. You shake the can aggressively before opening it right in front of her, spraying it all over her before she shouts in shock.

“Oops,” you slam the drink on her face and grab another can before you step out, grabbing your coat and bag from her crowded front entrance and leaving her apartment. You make it about two blocks before you break down crying in the middle of the sidewalk. Thankfully this part of Salem was deserted around that time of night, regardless of whether or not it was Halloween, meaning there was no one around to see you cry, or so you thought.

“Hello pretty,” you hear a voice say. You look up in shock, not expecting anyone to approach you. In front of you was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, sporting long blonde hair and a whimsical look in her eye. You sniffle before greeting her back. “What’s the matter?” She asks gently, staring deep into your eyes with a look of compassion, brushing hair away from your face.

“Oh…uh…just got into an argument with someone I considered as a sister,” you mumbled. ‘What is the matter with me?’ You thought to yourself. Why am I telling this beautiful stranger about my life? I just met her!’ Nonetheless, you disregarded your thoughts and continued to confide in the stranger, finding her presence comforting. Strangely she felt familiar, like…home.

“Oh?” She replies after listening to you rant your heart out. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, no one should treat such a beautiful creature such as yourself so horribly.” You felt flushed at her words, a sharp contrast to what you’d put up with with Becca. “You don’t believe me?” She says as she steps closer to you, crowding you against the pole of the streetlight behind you. Gingerly, you shake your head. “That’s okay,” she says, “I can prove it to you.”

“Y-you can?”

“Sure,” she smirks an award winning smirk, your breath hitches. “But only if you want me to,” her voice lowers, asking for your permission. You take a moment to look around, noticing that the street remains empty except the two of you. You nod and she laughs lightly, shaking her head. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes, I want you to prove it to me.” With that she smiles, and leans in, pressing a light kiss to your lips, it lasts less than three seconds but still you feel the wind knock you off your feet. As she pulls away, you look at her with awe. She smiles and speaks again.

“I’m Sarah.”

“Y/N.”

She smiles again and tells you that she’s never heard a name so beautiful in her life. This time, you’re the one who initiates the kiss, which leads into a small but heated make out session against the pole, your lips moving fervently against each other, like you can’t live without it. But before you can get too carried away, you hear footsteps behind you. You pull apart and look up to see Becca.

“What the fuck! Who’s this? Is this why you made such a scene back there? So you can go make out with this…Bimbo!?” She yells out, both invalidating your feelings and insulting Sarah. Sarah looks at you and whispers in your ear.

“Is this the friend that treated you horribly?” You nod in confirmation. She smirks, “Watch this.” Suddenly she flicks her wrist and Becca is gone. You gasp in shock.

“You’re-you’re a-”

“Witch?” She laughs. “I know, fun isn’t it? Don’t worry I didn't do anything bad to her, she's just back at her apartment complex, where she won’t remember this encounter.” She says it like it’s no big deal and at that moment, you couldn’t find yourself to care about Becca anymore, instead you wrap your arms around Sarah’s neck, leaning in.

“So what…else can you do with your magic?” You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with her. She laughs and raises her eyebrows. Before you can blink you’re suddenly in your own apartment, your arms still around Sarah.

“Let’s find out shall we?”

[sawyerconfort]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD!

New era, new masterlist!

Here we go!

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RULES (I know is pinned as heathers but is the same for every other fandom ;))

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HEATHERS

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN

YELLOWJACKETS

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RANDOMS

chiquitita | robin buckley x reader

juliet to your juliet | sarah sanderson x reader

a witch’s fear | sarah sanderson x reader

car’s outside | elizabeth olsen x reader [part 1 | part 2]

i see stars | cady heron (mean girls the musical) x reader

stargirl | wanda maximoff x reader

every breath you take | barbara minerva x reader (ongoing...)

take my breath away | nica pierce (chucky!nica) x reader

enjoy the silence | lorraine broughton x fem! reader

dancing with the devil | verna x reader

[msntoon]

Headcanons for when our favorite girl has a bad day :(

Sarah cries a lot, especially whe something happens that specifically affects her

The problem could be something small like a sly comment from a stranger, but it would be enough to ruin her day

To her everything after that would just make it worse

She gets overwhelmed really easily, but is so good at hiding it you don’t notice until you’re both in bed

You only realize something’s wrong when she insists you hold her

Which is unordinary because usually she wont sleep unless she gets to cuddle you like a teddy bear

So you agree to let her lay on your chest and she seems fine

But you notice her crying 

The girl has a skill for being silent while she cries sp you only realize by the slight dampening of your skin

When you ask she refuses anything is wrong

It takes a great deal to get her to spit it out

But once she starts talking about it she goes on and on

And feels a lot better once she gets it out of her system 

You feel so horrible that you didn’t notice sooner that something was wrong

But she refuses your apologies and attempts to make it up to her

Insisting that just being with you is enough to make it better

You both fall asleep with you braiding her hair

Here are some headcanons before i sleep. If they’re bad it’s because its like midnight 💜💜💜

[miscellaneous-obsession]

Love Knows No Bounds

Request: @alwaysforladyesdeath 'Can you make one where Sarah gets her immortality and she finds her love from the past who is now an immortal witch like her (female reader pls).'

I adored this request, such a lovely ask!

Finally free of the shackles that once bound her to the black flame candle, the youngest Sanderson chose not to heed Winnie's trivial warnings of mankind, opting to take to the skies just as she once had three centuries prior. Unfamiliar terrain sprawled beneath her flight path, though undeterred Sarah glided through the air, eyes closed shut as she relished in the breeze that tickled her face. Tresses of blonde hair twisted behind her frame, warping with every shift in directionality she made at random.

After minutes of flying blind, cerulean orbs snapped open as Sarah's senses became overwhelmed by nostaligic scents reminscent of a past long forgotten. The heady smell of lavender wafted through the air, persuading her with ease to search for its place of origin. The closer the blonde became, the more prominent the undertones of sickly sweet honey emerged, leading her directly toward a cottage that once held significant meaning.

Landing safely, Sarah hastened her steps as the house materialised through the treeline, the wooden structure constructed deeper within the forbidden forest than most. Smoke plumed from the chimney column, a shade of ash grey, unnaturally tinted with tones of fushcia as the light hit it. Soon Sarah raised her fist to knock, though her efforts were in vain as the door swung open in haste, a stunned woman appearing on the other side.

Unchanged, despite the passage of time, was Y/N standing stock still in the doorway. The blonde felt her heart palpitate within her chest, threatening to escape the confines of her ribcage if it continued for a moment longer. A shaking hand was proffered, unsure of what it reached for, landing gently upon the blonde's cheek in an affectionate manner. Slowly, a thumb smoothed over Sarah's red-flushed skin, tracing nonsensical patterns as she ensured the woman before her was in fact real and very much alive.

"Please tell me that thine own eyes do not deceive me... Sarah, is it really thou?" Sarah's smile grew ten-fold in response, her head nodding furiously to wordlessly answer the question. Those lips then parted with a squeal as she found herself being spun in place, lithe arms holding her close and secure. Throughout which a flurry of kisses were then pressed across her face, the majority peppering the blonde's forehead and cheeks, leaving stains of lipstick in their wake.

"Pray tell how is it that you are here... for I recall your hanging so vividly?" The momentary pause and involuntary shudder that followed conveyed how traumatic the sight must have been. In an attempt to distract from horrid memories, Sarah clasped Y/N's hands within her own emphatically replying, "Oh but that matters not, Y/N for all I wish for is to be with you? Doth thou still feel the same?"

Abating the doubts that lingered within the blonde's head, Y/N replied with a question of her own, "My sweet Sarah, was that ever in question?"

Leaning forward in order to close the gap of mere inches that separated the pair, Y/N kissed Sarah passionately as though no time had lapsed at all. Reciprocating in kind, the blonde melted having sorely missed the intimacy so freely offered by the other woman. Willingly, Sarah allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold of the abode with a tantalising whisper, "I have missed thy immensely," all too eager to partake in their familiar game of cat and mouse once more.

[mxxncxven03]

SARAH SANDERSON X FEM OC FANFICTION (PART 2) 🖤🥀✨

Hey! So, as you guys liked the first part, here's a continuation to that little fic of mine. Maybe this one's a little shorter, but I hope you like it nontheless.

As I mentioned before, english is not my mother tongue so please be patient if you find any mistakes. Also, if you do find those errors, please be kind and let me know so I can correct them. I appreciate any form of feedback!

Hope you enjoy it!

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A whole flock of obscure ravens rushed across the night sky. The moon’s soft glow wasn’t nearly enough to light up their feathers, so Lyra couldn’t see them surround her standing figure as they violently escaped the forest, only being able to hear their evil squawks. Not that she cared at all. She was absorbed in the uncontrollably shaking trees around her, as they danced to the sound of trembling rocks.

To Lyra’s delight, the mossy ground was soon enough cracked open. It was her sign. They were coming. Lyra took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down by focusing on her respiration, as a choked gasp left her ruby lips. She felt like she would faint any moment. The young witch tightly clasped her hands together, unconsciously playing with the silver ring on her petite finger, distracting herself from the cold drops of sweat that slid down her back.

Was she actually ready for this? She wasn’t so sure anymore. Did she desire it? Her soul was yearning for it. Would she be enough?

There were three of them. Three sisters. Three witches. Three faded silhouettes, slightly drawn before her eyes. Coal-dark mane, fiery red curls, snow blonde waves. Barely colored shades, alive shadows (not so alive) that slowly started to gain shape. Lyra felt her heart fill up with excitement as a rush of powerful magic, dark magic, ancient, diabolic, blood magic ran through her veins. She suddenly found it hard to blink. Small, crystal teardrops threatened to pour out of her eyes, blurring her vision. Three devious laughs resonated through Salem’s night air. Lyra couldn’t help but let out a soft moan in pain as her legs weakened, giving out to let her fall on the ground.

- ¡Oh, Winnie…we’re back! - Mary Sanderson’s shrill voice once again broke the settled silence.

A mischievous grin adorned the redhead’s mouth.

-Indeed we art my dear sister! We’re gonna burn this town to the ground!

Mary and Winnifred’s spooky laughter was interrupted by the softest of the voices. A velvety, sensual whisper grazed Lyra’s ears.

-Who art them? – Sarah inspected Lyra from afar, seemingly lost in utter curiosity.

All of a sudden, all six eyes were on her. The three witches approached Lyra at an unsettlingly quick pace, causing their young liberator to unintentionally retort a little out of nervousness. Lyra’s parted lips revealed her labored breathing. She wasn’t paying any attention to that fact, though. All she could bring herself to care about at that precise instant were those icy blue eyes, expectantly observing her. She could barely hear Mary sniffing around, unable to concentrate in anything else.

-They’re one of us, sisters! I can smell the magic inside them-Mary excitedly announced, startling Lyra up.

-What do we have here? How…lovely. – Winnifred firmly held her chin between her fingers, her emerald eyes examining Lyra up and down, maybe just trying to decipher whether they should trust her or not-Whoever they art, they can’t seem to keep their pretty little eyes off of Sarah-the oldest witch laughed.

A rosy blush covered Lyra’s frozen cheeks, heating her face up with embarrassment. She couldn’t help but to lower her gaze, visibly ashamed.

A cold finger lifted her chin up, guiding her eyes to take a closer look at Sarah’s. The cheeky grin drawn across the youngest Sanderson’s gorgeous lips made her flustered, leading her to unconsciously slip her gaze away once more.

-Look at me.

Sarah’s warm, sweet, yet demanding tone made her weak to her core, sending shivers all over her body. She couldn’t help but oblige.

Lyra’s expectations for that night, already over the roof, had been greatly surpassed by the overwhelming reality of the blonde woman touching her, looking at her and even talking to her the way she did. She could swear she had fallen under some kind of spell. She couldn’t care less.

If Sarah wished to lure her right to her death, she would obediently comply.

-Oh, dear sisters, let me play with them…

[monsterswitchblog]

Ive given in im gonna write the most self indulgent comfort fic you have ever seen nobody can stop me

[msntoon]

Im working on it just very slowly because quality control

If I don’t see more Sarah Sanderson x Reader content I am going to shit myself😭

[naturesapphic]

So, you don't have to do this obviously it's your choice, but lady D x a reader whos kinda like Sarah Sanderson (hocas pocus). If you haven't seen that film think crazy kinda dumb blonde but naturally reader dosent have to be blonde.

Have a good day thank you for reading my ask! <3

Headcannon: reader being like Sarah Sanderson and being lady dimitrescu partner

Lady dimitresu x fem!reader

Warnings: none

- alcina was very surprised to have fallen in love with a mortal like you

- when y’all first met she was shocked at your boldness and flirting with her at the get go

- even though she was shocked, she was very amused

- she realized quickly that you were also very clumsy

- the first few weeks of you living in the castle being a maid

- it was a sight to see

- you knocked off more pots than her daughters did and that was a lot

- she got mad but then you flashed your puppy dog eyes at her and she oddly always let you get away with it

- alcina thought you may be hypnotizing her and may have her under a spell but you were mortal so that wouldn’t make sense

- you were also very seductive to get your way

- you would always tease your lady and sometimes it worked and other times it did not but it mainly worked when y’all got together

- alcina loved it though either way. It showed her how bold you are

- you were crazy and sadistic

- you would help her daughters catch men and women in the village.

- you would use your seductive charm and her daughters would come once they were distracted by you and would kill them

- you had fun helping them and thought it was a good bonding experience for all four of you

- alcina adored watching you get along with her daughters

- they were her life so it meant a lot to her

- once you two got together you became more crazy and sadistic but alcina loved it

- you may be slow in some aspects but you are hella smart

- alcina loves how happy and cute you are besides being a crazy bitch

- she just adores you for the way you are

A/n: hey anon I hope you enjoy this and I hope I got some of the character right haha and I hope you have a good day too! Thank you for the request. I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too and remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all!

[macabraa77]

31 days of Halloween movies 🎃🕷️🐈‍⬛👻

October 7th, Hocus pocus 🔮🧹🕯️🍂

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I am happy to announce that I have officially finished another semester of college.

Which translates to, I'll be able to have more time to be able to write fanfiction and I'll also be able to catch up on the multiple ff's I owe.

Thank you so much for your patience and love. I really appreciate it very much. I love you all ❤️

[rodeo-clowns]

Masterlist

Feel free to request for any of these characters, except for Cassie Howard. 

-Rory Gilmore 

nothing yet!

- Sarah Sanderson

She's My Witch

Sarah Sanderson with a female s/o: Headcanons

- Beth Harmon

nothing yet!

- Deena Johnson

nothing yet!

- Alice Cullen

What Alice Cullen with a Vampire Gf would be like headcanons

Alice Cullen: Snuggle and Kissing Headcanons 

- Bella Swan

nothing yet!

- Lexi Howard

nothing yet!

- Lexie Grey

nothing yet!

- Cristina Yang

nothing yet!

- Monica Rambeau

nothing yet!

- Rachel Green

nothing yet!

- Monica Geller

nothing yet!

- Phoebe Buffay

nothing yet!

-Cassie Howard

Lover

You know I’d do Anything

- Pietro Maximoff

Dream a Little Dream of Me

[msntoon]

Hey! Can I request a protective Sarah Sanderson maybe someone was bothering us in public and leave us alone?

“Boys will love me!”

Salem was quite simply the worst place you could have chosen to live. You had hated halloween since you were a kid because of how easily you were frightened, and this town went all out every year. Once again you 're sitting out on the front porch waiting for trick or treaters, like you did every year. Your friends always invited you to parties, and without fail you continued to make up excuses as to why you couldn’t go. This year you suffered a terrible migraine and just had to stay home. 

It was already quite late, most of the kids had gone home. You suspected it was near the early hours of the morning. 

“Hey, I thought you were bed ridden,” you jumped at the voice, and looked up to see your friend's boyfriend standing on the sidewalk. You sighed, standing up and getting ready to go in, it was getting cold anyways.

“I was,” you replied, “but i brought up enough energy to sit out here and wait for kids to come by,” you put the empty candy bowl on the bench where you were just sitting. 

“Sounds like you were just scared,” his words slurred and he began to walk towards you. You had dealt with him before but never drunk.

“I'm gonna go inside, have a great night!” You faked your best smile and tried to walk in the door, but he grabbed your arm.

“Hey-“ 

“Shut up, I don’t like little girls who lie,” he pulled you out of the doorway, knocking the bowl out of your hands. The glass shattered on the porch. 

“Unhand thee!” You were pushed backwards into the door, and his grip loosened on your arm. 

“Sarah! Idiot girl, get back here! We’ve no time for messing around with mortals!” 

“But Winnie! That horrible boy was attacking her,” you looked up with blurry vision. At this point, the boyfriend had run off and you were left half passed out on the porch.

“Fine, be quick!” 

You here picked up, carried inside, and layed on the couch.

“There, you’ll be safe here,” you looked up, but by then she was halfway out the door.

“Wait!” You called. She paused, “what’s your name?”

“Sarah!” She called back, and before you could respond the door slammed behind her.

***

“Oh please Winnie, let me stay a little longer to make sure she’s ok,”

The voice was foggy and muffled. You groggily opened your eyes. Three women sat in your living room, each in a brightly colored cloak. 

“You’re awake!” The blonde one, Sarah, jumped up and ran to your side.

“How.. did you get in?” You sat up, slightly startled by the fact that you didn’t wake up at them coming in. 

“Sarah, we must go, we have little time left,” Sarah pouted, looking at her sister, the one in the green cloak.

“Oh Winnie please! Please let us stay!” You found yourself admiring the way her hair was braided, intertwined with purple yarn and beads.

“Fine! Must you whine at me Sarah?” Sarah giggled, jumping up onto your lap.

“Winnie,” the woman in the red cloak said, “I smell children,” Winnie jumped out of her seat.

“Let us go then-“ Sarah pouted at her once again, “Fine! Stay, you wouldn’t be of much use either way! We’ll come for you later,” and with that they both left. You were left with Sarah… alone. 

***

She wasn’t as bad as you thought she might be. She refused to leave your side and insisted on braiding your hair. 

You had tried to go to bed but she wouldn’t allow it. 

By the time her sisters returned it was well into the morning. 4am at least.

“Sarah!” There was a shrill yell as they walked in.

“Winnie! Mary! You’ve returned-“

“Yes, just as I said we would. Come we must go, that horrid cat is causing trouble, you’re not getting out of it this time,” Winnie grabbed Sarah's arm and yanked her off the couch. 

“Winnie! The boy is here!” Mary, as you had learned her name, smed very on edge.

“Yes yes I know, come now sisters!” They rushed out the door, and the house was left eerily quiet. No sound was heard but for Sarah's faint whining as they left. 

You had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t be back any time soon. 

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Sorry i gave it a sad ending ill make up for it later. 💜💜

took my own spin on this request, hope you guys enjoyed it xx

[miscellaneous-obsession]

Take Off

Request: @emsmultiverse 'Can you make one where it's based on hocus pocus 2, and we are one of the girls older sister and Sarah falls for us stealing our first kiss.

Apologies for taking so long on this request, work had me quite busy these last number of weeks!

Losing out on Sandy's infamous candy apples made the ride home with dad all the more tortourous. He was unable to go a single minute without letting out a dissappointed sigh and neither a joke or humourous costume was able to pull him from his misery. The silence that persisted in the vehicle shattered as we pulled into the driveway, as Cassie and her friends screamed for us to stop. The reason as to why was revealed as the garage door opened, uncovering three figures, all hastily shielding their faces from the illumination of our headlights.

Hefting my costume's skirts up off the ground I clambered from the car, muttering countless apologies to the three women. Although, as I glanced towards them properly, I paused mid sentence while confusion flooded my body. Each wore outfits befitting of another era, all adorned with intricately embroidered details and patchwork fixes. The look as a whole was reminescent of the legendary Sanderson sisters, almost too accurately if stories from the Dennison family were to be believed.

Cocking my head to the side ever so slightly, I remained ignorant to my dad approaching until his hand tapped my shoulder in passing. As he came into the view, all but one of the sisters were transfixed. The blonde peered at me with vivid blue eyes, before offering an overly enthusiastic greeting of, "Hello, young maiden."

Before responding in kind, the redhead painfully dug her elbow into her sister's abdomen forcing a shift in her attention. Deterred by the interruption, I inched forward with the intention of retiring for the evening only for Cassie to call aloud, "Wait, Y/N, dad!" Ignoring her antics I pushed on, rolling my eyes at her dramatics once more. As I passed by the trio, I threw a shy smile to the blonde who had become embroiled in my sister's idiotic prank.

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When called upon, I reluctantly agreed to see that Cassie returned after sending her friends home for the night. Offering a tired smile to Becca and Izzy, I slouched against Gilbert's trolley as I listened to their successful efforts to rectify petty squables and introspective revelations. As the minutes passed by the chill of the night crept through my costume. Forcing myself off of the cart I called over my shoulder,"I'm all for you guys making up, but Cassie it's cold and I would prefer not becoming a popsicle."

The group chuckled at my lack of patience as Cassie replied, "Yeah, coming now Y/N. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

As we began to retrace our steps back to the house, our feet lost contact with the ground without warning. Letting out a squeal akin to my own sister's, I grappled with my captor despite the drop that awaited me should I fall. "Oh sweet maiden, how lovely it is to see thy again."

Peering upward I was greeted by lips, painted in red, turned upward in a smile. The young woman's cerulean eyes were alight under the glimmer of the moon, creating a bewitching aura above curling locks of blonde hair.

With little effort, Sarah hoisted my body to sit snuggly against her own frame, revelling in the contact she initiated. Lithe fingers teasingly danced across my hand before traversing the curves and dips of my figure, their final resting place being on my hip. Any tension held within my body melted away with her gentle ministrations, allowing myself to string together a coherent answer, "Tis a pleasure to be in your company once more."

Carefree laughter peeled from her lips in glee at the response, yet halted as a voice screeched into the night chastising the youngest sister, "Sarah, why hath thou lifted the other Traske, for we only needed one, you fool!"

The arm that clung to my waist tightened as the insult hit its mark, "Very sorry Winnie, very sorry."

As her head dropped onto my shoulder, I instinctually reacted, running my fingers comfortingly through unkempt tresses of blonde hair, "If it is of any help, I do not think thou is foolish in the slightest."

Neither action or comment were anticipated on Sarah's behalf, who could not recall a time when someone defended her so passionately. Allowing the shock to dissipate, she eased into the affection so freely given, muttering a quiet, "Dear maiden, thou is too kind."

She too reciprocated in kind, tracing across the features of my face with delicate motions, each with the intention of turning my head in her direction. Naively, I allowed this to happen and was not opposed to the kiss she then planted on my lips. I rather enjoyed the sensation of our lips moving against one another, so much so that I chased after her own as she retreated to catch a breath. Had we not been flying at that very moment and very nearly lost our balance, there would have been no stopping us.

[belamourelysianlimerence]

Come home, or make thyself known!

Winifred has loved you since you were children. Yes, she shared a kiss with Billy. But, knowing she could never put your life in danger by opening up to you, as a witch, she had to make sure everyone believed she was obsessed with him.

Yet, as she and her sisters grew strong and powerful, her longing for you had pierced her heart, and finally she became destitute without you.

So, one night she and her sisters show up on your door step. Her sisters had been your best friends with Winifred, and you had loved to cater to their distinct personalities.

As you obviously remember the three, and haven't seen them in such a long time, you give Winifred a tight hug. This makes her stiffen, yet she hesitantly hugs you back. Looking to her sisters for help as they grimace at the show of affection.... However!

Her behavior is immediately modified when she sees your face, and senses how thrilled you are to see her. 'Are you alright Winnie?' 'Yes. I am.'

Every little thing you say to them tickles their fancies in the most enchanting of ways. You have seen Mary and Sarah laugh and jeer before, but never, NEVER have you seen Winifred Sanderson blush and giggle like a school girl! She was entranced by every word on your lips, and most of them were compliments, so... ego boost.

They secretly stole you away to their home in the night, and showed you around. Winnie was a little anxious about how you'd feel about all the witchcraft that surrounded you, but you were fascinated!

You delicately touched hanging dried flowers and herbs, browsed the shelves that were filled with all sorts of macabre oddities, and when you looked at the book, and the book looked at you, you smiled. So did Winifred.

Soon you would slowly leave your old life behind to join the trio in the woods. You had no magic, but you could still help with mundane chores that magic couldn't do, or would waste unnecessary energy doing. You would also go into town every now and then to fetch things that were needed. The sisters lived off the land most of the time, but you were happy to go and treat them to little luxuries from time to time. The villagers thought you were crazy, or hexed, but you never posed a problem, so they let you be. Though they were wary of you.

To be continued...?