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aboutcustardcreams · 5 months ago

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The monster within you

part three here

Lilith/Madam Satan x reader (most of all)

four

The air is crispy outside, the setting sun is turning the sky into a bluish tinge. A light breeze blows through your hair, and gently tickles your already rosy cheeks. Lifting your knees up, you rest your chin above them, then lazily circle your legs with your arms.

The relic is right next to you, on the porch bench where you too are sitting. The temptation to put it on is so strong to cause you a wave of sickness in your stomach. But you made a promise to both Zelda and Cordelia, that you intended to keep.

As you stare anywhere but there, you find yourself spiraling, thinking of all the possible scenarios regarding your family history. On one hand, you wish your parents were alive. It's true they gave you up, but maybe they had no choice in the matter.

It soothes you to think they wanted to offer you a better chance in life. However, there was another side of you that didn't believe that. It could be that they gave you up for selfish reasons only, or a tragic accident occurred, and just like that you were left orphaned.

You crinkle your nose and fidget slightly.

Turning around, your eyes bore into that piece of cloth again. As you do, you feel a chill run up your spine, both due to the chilly air outside and the irrational fear of the unknown.

You aren't scared of the possibility of getting physically hurt. It's more the emotional damage that keeps you stalling. You find yourself reviving your memories that dated back to your life with them, before Greendale, New Orleans, Zelda and Cordelia. You really thought they loved you. Up to a point, at least, they did.

When magic showed up, everything went south.

"My, my, aren't your thoughts loud?", it's the voice of a woman you've never heard before.

Blinking softly, you lift your chin and find a slim figure standing in front of you. Your eyes bore into hers, and when you do, you're sure to have never seen a clearer hue of blue before. Before you can ask her who she is and what she is doing there, the woman talks again.

"You need to be more careful, princess," her admission is meant to sound like a scold, but her gaze is soft and kind. "I've been watching you for quite a while and you never noticed," she chants with an arched eyebrow, as to prove a point.

You scoff lightly and can't help the amused smile curving your lips, "I wonder what's so interesting about me today to have so many visitors my way", there's a hint of sarcasm in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed.

The woman steps closer and hums, "many things."

You chuckle slightly, "careful there or I'll end up believing I'm special," you tease.

"You most certainly are," the brunette remarks firmly.

Your brows knit in confusion, failing to grasp her point. She lets out a sigh and takes the remaining steps left to close the gap between the two of you. She gestures to the empty spot next to you, as a permission to sit down. When you give her a hesitant nod of your head, she beams down at you.

"Every witch, of course, guards something special, and you aren't less of them."

"What's your name?", you inquire, completely ignoring her previous statement.

She gives you a subtle grin, eyeing you with the corner of her eye so as not to miss your reaction, "I'm Lilith, and before you wonder, yes, that Lilith."

Blinking in utter disbelief, your mouth parts slightly ajar, unsure of what's the best to say. Then, you shoot up, "I-I'm so sorry your... majesty, I had no idea," your cheeks flush a darker hue of pink.

Her calm response surprises you.

"There is no need to apologize, princess. And please, let's keep aside the formalities. Lilith will do," she insists, eyes roaming over you without any malice.

You blink softly, still partially in trance.

That behavior of yours elicits a fond smile to tug at her red lips. With a single finger the first witch prompts you to sit down again next to her and you oblige quickly, maybe too quickly because she laughs again.

"Do you wish to come inside?", you ask awkwardly.

She shakes her head, "that won't be necessary, no. Unless you want to," Lilith doesn't fail to notice the little goosebumps that have risen over your skin.

"I'm okay," you state quietly.

Lilith stares right into your eyes, as to make sure you are being honest with her. A part of her thinks you're not, but she decides not to pressure you further.

"Do you plan to use it?", she questions, referring to Lucia's relic, folded between the two of you.

You blink and look down, "I think so. It's the sole way that can help me understand who I am," your voice comes out almost whispered. It causes Madame Satan to feel a weird pang in her chest.

Taking it in between your hands, you later ask, "can you tell me more about it?"

Lilith shifts in her spot, scooting closer to you, "well, it's complex and unpredictable," her expression hides a veil of concern as she speaks.

"I've been told," you nod, a tad discouraged and frustrated to be honest.

"The relic's both blessed and cursed, and that's what makes it so powerful," when she tries to take it from your hands, you let her.

"Could it turn me blind?", your voice is hesitant and a bit fearful.

The way her eyes shoot open at your unexpected question almost elicits a giggle out of you.

"What in the world are you saying now?"

"Not my thought, but Zelda's," you clarify.

You spot a hint of amusement veiling Lilith's eyes, a warm flush to her cheeks as she shakes her head, remembering the redhead witch's temperament very well.

"When I mentioned that the relic belonged to Lucia, Saint Lucia, she totally freaked out."

Lilith hums amusedly, "I'd have been surprised if she did not," you feel yourself nodding at that.

"She's a weird witch, your partner. The softest matriarch I've ever encountered."

Scrunching up your nose, you comment, "You don't want to say that to her face."

It was funny how despite Lilith being Queen of Hell, you still 'feared' Zelda's reaction the most.

Lilith scoffs and pats your knee, "I already have, on several occasions," she mutters in a whisper, as if that was supposed to stay a secret between the two of you.

You never thought the Queen of Hell could be that fun. But you sure expected her to be more...intimidating. It was strange that she looked exactly like you expected her to be. Of a timeless elegance and graciousness, like someone that could bend everyone to her will, both with violence and softness. That's what probably intrigued you about her.

"To answer your question, I don't think the relic has the power to turn someone blind, simply because it's not its purpose."

You nod at that, reasoning out loud, "it's meant to help people see."

"True, but I'd advise you to be cautious regardless," she adds apprehensively. When she brushes some hair from your face, you're genuinely taken aback by what appeared to be an odd and unexpected display of affection.

You blurt out, "I will. I can do this," the intent to reassure her has also the aim to encourage yourself.

Playfully humming, she nods, "you do look like a badass."

"That's a huge compliment, thank you," your tongue peeks out of your mouth as you smile. A gesture that makes Lilith's insides melt and twist.

She scoots closer, and stays silent for a moment, staring into the starry sky above you. A pause follows in which both of you are comfortable, adjusting to each other's presence.

"You've got a nice family here, haven't you?", when she suddenly speaks again, your eyebrows shoot up. "Zelda and Cordelia are taking good care of you, are they not?"

At the mention of your girlfriends' name, your cheeks turn a deep hue of pink. You silently wonder how she knows of all these things about you, despite having a slight idea yourself.

"How do you know about that? About me?"

Playfully tapping your knee again, she says, "I'm Queen of Hell, princess. Nothing gets past me."

That answer seems reasonable enough. Sighing, you look up at the sky, only to close your eyes a moment after, "I just want to know where my place is; well, where it used to be," you exhale softly, trying to imagine the face of your mother and your father.

Lilith glances at you with soft eyes, remaining wordless. She reaches for your shoulder, offering you a light, encouraging squeeze. Another display of affection in which you find a surprising comfort.

"Wait, considering you know so much about everything, any chances you know about my parents too?"

That question stunned Lilith, however she tried her best not to show. Her mouth falls agape, in search for an answer buried deep down her throat. And suddenly her chest feels too small for her heart to fit, for her to breathe.

"I'm just joking. Don't try so hard," you tilt your head to the side, chuckling slightly.

"Right, sure," she admits with a wry smile. You frown, feeling like there's something she isn't telling you. Maybe you caused offense, without noticing?

"About your adoptive family," your breath halts in your chest as she speaks again, "what was it like?"

Her face dims a little, when you take an extra minute to think about it.

"I had a happy childhood," your voice is thick with emotion, there's honesty in your words, mingled with some blatant white lies you hoped she wouldn't notice. "Everything a kid could wish for: a nice house, the prettiest room— a couple of close friends in the neighborhood."

Leaning forward, the Demoness runs a hand across your back, up to the tip of your hair. You crane your neck towards her, and she takes advantage of the opportunity to tug a piece of hair from your face, to better grasp the shades of your eyes.

"They loved me until they couldn't."

You blink away the beginning of some tears, while Lilith's hand freezes on the spot that's now your cheek, "What does it mean?", you bite your lip, your eyes are slightly averted now.

"When they discovered I was a witch, everything changed and they started ...fearing me," you sniffle, eyes shutting closed for a moment, "but they failed to see that behind my powers rising, there was still the same old Celeste. Their... daughter."

Feeling her hand brushing against your cheek, you turn around, to look back into those icy eyes. "Oh, princess," she coos sadly, and you try your best to compose yourself. The pain in your eyes is hard to mask and stabs Lilith's chest like dozens of celestial daggers.

You exhale shakily, forcing a smile out of you, "when I decided to leave and they made no effort to stop me, I knew it was for the best."

Lilith's features morph into so many different emotions that you struggle to identify. She appears haunted by questions piling up into fragile sand castles swaying in the wind. You're not sure anymore if she is mostly mad, concerned or incredulous. It's probably a mix of these.

"Yet you think of them as good people, why?", she breathes out in disbelief. Her features hardened a bit, as well as her posture, however, her eyes remained soft, even veiled with tears she wasn't allowing herself to shed.

The answer came out as easily as ever.

"They took me in, loved me in their own way. Even if I wasn't theirs," you point out.

Lilith tries to say something but you beat her to it.

"I will not discredit that love just because it didn't last forever," it sounded reasonable to you, despite the deep crease between your brows.

Lilith swallows a lump in her throat and stays quiet, despite having many things to say.

"You're so sickly sweet," that's the response she decides to go for.

Your hum quizzically, "why does it sound like an insult?"

Lilith bites back a laugh as she takes in the priceless expression on your face, "maybe because it is," she jokes, with an arched eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, but smile amusedly, "you know, for being the Queen of Hell, you're wildly nice."

"Excuse me!", Lilith fake gasps and pats your hand, shooting you a glare. "You got some nerve saying that to me, princess," there is no seriousness in her features, despite her best attempts. You see a spark of joy in her eyes, but you could be wrong.

"What in Hecate's name is going on here?", you'd recognize her voice anywhere.

You suck in a breath before pressing your lips in a thin line.

"Zelda, my dear friend," Lilith makes a face before begrudgingly pulling away from you to take in the two witches standing at the front door. "It's so nice to see you again," there's a hint of sarcasm in her tone that makes you sputter.

How bold and fearless she can be?

The witch stares at Lilith eerily still and calm, too calm, "I must admit you got a great timing," she reasons with a scoff, "always showing up when there are matters to sort out."

It sounded like an accusation to you, a devious one but still.

Lilith groans and waves a hand nonchalantly.

"Celeste, who's this?", Cordelia asks you, a look of concern in her brown eyes.

"Well, she...", you sit up, leaning a bit forward, as if in need to introduce her properly and with due respect. However, the first witch spares you the trouble.

"I go by many names, I'm known as the mother of demons, the dawn of doom, Queen of Hell, but you can call me Lilith."

Zelda winces in disgust, whereas Cordelia's eyes grow bigger. Her brain momentarily feels like going short-circuit. "Oh my," her mouth parts slightly, "It's a pleasure meeting you, your majesty," she bows her head as a form of respect, causing Lilith to grin from ear to ear.

She likes being praised, you thought.

"Cut the crap, and state your business," Zelda spats.

Both you and the Supreme glance at the redhead as if she had grown a tail. As for Lilith, she remains unshaken, absolutely unbothered by her tone and ways in her regards. Probably because she was used to being treated like that by the eldest of the Spellmans.

Sighing, she gets up and smoothing her skirt while doing so.

"Can't I answer the prayers of one of my witches in need?", she asks, sure to have a point.

You decide to keep to yourself that that was a lie. You didn't know why you felt the need to have her back. Maybe because she had yours without even waiting for you to ask.

"Celeste's name is not even in the Book of the Beast, why would you care about her?", she questions, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ouch.

"I do not discriminate, for your information," the Demoness states as calmly as possible.

Zelda lets out a humorless chuckle, "since when you're so benevolent?"

You knew of their troubled history, as you have been told by Zelda herself, plus the perspective of both Hilda and Ambrose. They didn't start off on the right foot, but eventually things went better. You knew Lilith had manipulated Sabrina into following the path of the Dark Lord, but you also knew that in the end, Lilith turned her back on him, and killed him herself. It wasn't exactly a redemption, you're well aware of that, but who, in this life, is sinless?

Lilith's aura gets a bit darker, a clear sign she is growing impatient, "do I need to remind you I kept your beloved Sabrina alive countless of times, while you were totally unaware of her doings?"

Low blow. You suck in a shaky breath, spotting your girlfriend's face turning pale. Cordelia, as well, winces as if she had been the one to take the blow.

"Wipe your mouth before talking about my niece," she warns, dangerously low. "We both know you did what you did because it was convenient to you."

"I believe we already talked about this," Lilith talks back. She later drops her shoulders, and when she does you realize her last intention is to fight with her or anyone of you. "I do come in peace, Zelda. No funny business."

"It's true," you decide to intervene on her behalf, standing tall next to her. "She's been nothing but nice to me. If you don't want to believe her, believe me."

"Nice?", Zelda echoes in disbelief. "Since when the Queen of Hell performs kindness on a daily basis?", she asks you, but eyes her.

"Ah, you know, I felt up for a change today," Lilith pipes up with a fake smile.

Chuckling bitterly, she comments, "say that to someone that doesn't know you."

You feel yourself rolling your eyes, before tiredly pinching the root of your nose. Why did everything turn out to be a big deal?

"Alright Celeste," a brief, nervous smile crosses the Supreme's face, "you should come inside," reaching out a hand towards you, she eyes you with hope in her eyes. Concern hidden behind a mask of composure.

You open your mouth to say something but Lilith precedes you once again.

"She is right" when you frown in response, she continues, "you're actually freezing out there, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," you concede, with a small smile that Lilith soon reciprocates. You Cordelia draw you close and can't deny the fact that you feel immediately warmer and better in her arms. However, you feel sorry for Lilith. A part of you doesn't want to say goodbye yet.

"Would you like to stay?"

She laughs softly and shakes her head, "I think I've intruded enough. You three should rest, it's pretty late now."

"That's probably for the best, yes," the redhead agrees with a firm nod of her head. She takes a mental note to ask you as to why in Hecate's name you would invite the Queen of Hell for a sleepover.

Your pout doesn't go unnoticed by Lilith, whose lips half rise in a brief smirk. She approaches closer and nudges you playfully, "don't be sad, princess. I'm not dying."

She's right and you know it. "Will you be back?", Zelda raises an eyebrow at you. Even Cordelia remains stunned by your sudden interest towards the Queen of Hell. "I mean, if I need a piece of advice," you mutter tentatively.

Lilith couldn't hide her pride, if she tried. "I'm only one prayer away, princess," she promises, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zelda is sure to have never heard her use such a soft tone before. Maybe just once or twice, but in very different circumstances. Your eyes mirror the flames of Hell as Lilith disappears into a vortex of fire, back to Hell.

Woah, very scenic, you think to yourself.

Cordelia takes a sigh of relief right after. She holds you closer to her front, and buries her face in your hair, "you got us worried, again,” there is a hint of playfulness in her tone, but you know it’s not just it.

"Sorry I lost track of time," you mutter apologetically.

Zelda's nose scrunches up as she narrows her eyes at you, "what was that?"

Shrugging cutely, you echo innocently, "what was what?"

The redhead rolls her eyes at your antics, while Cordelia lets out a warm chuckle. Placing both hands upon her hips, she continues, "shouldn't we talk about what happened tonight?"

Suddenly feeling tired, you let out a yawn in response.

"Maybe tomorrow," it's Cordelia's response, her lips press a kiss on top of your head and your lashes flutter slightly.

Zelda huffs and rolls her eyes before looking at the two of you alternatively, "You two go ahead, I'll catch you up in a minute," she mutters, suddenly in need to have a smoke.

"Don't be long," you mutter lazily. She brushes her hand against your cheek, telling you not to worry.

While you and Cordelia walk inside, Zelda sits on the porch's bench. Tired, confused, worried. Her eyes glance down at Lucia's relic still there, as a reminder that troubles have not finished yet, if anything they've just started. Summoning a cigarette in her hand, she lights it up, before taking a long, well deserved drag.

"Whatever it is you're not telling, Lilith?", she asks in a faint whisper, letting out a big puff of smoke, "What were you doing here?"

The Queen of Hell hears her loud and clear, while sitting uncomfortably on her throne. Running a hand through her hair, she lets out a sigh. Her eyes fall close, as she breathes softly in and out. Hearts pounding in her chest, annoyingly. She wish she knew.

#caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #lilith morningstar #madam satan x reader #michelle gomez #lilith x reader #miranda otto #zelda spellman x reader #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson

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zeldas-cigarrette · 1 year ago

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Trying to come back:)

I haven’t been myself in a long time, I’ve lost interest in things I loved doing (like writing, and coming up with fun ideas for new fics). Slowly, I think I’m coming back to enjoy it again. I was totally out of energy to follow requests I’ve got or even come up with my own ideas to write. So I stopped. I missed sitting in my room and writing for hours on end, fussing about little details I loved putting in my stories. Honesty is important, especially when I want to continue this. It’s the end of October and it might be the season, which made me passionate about starting to write again, but I desperately want to get into it again.

With this post, I’m trying to officially come back to this community. So I’m inviting you to send requests again, this is my masterlist, and I hope I can measure up to how I wrote back then and maybe even improve.

Thank you to those who still read my stuff, even though I haven’t posted in ages.<3

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neuroprincess · 1 year ago

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☆ CAOS MASTERLIST ☆

MAIN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | open requests

♡ fluff | ☆ smut | ❀ angst

⤷ Hilda Spellman

To be written...

⤷ Lilith/Mary Wardwell

To be written...

⤷ Zelda Spellman

To be written...

⤷ Headcanons

Zelda Spellman NSFW asks | Part Two | Part Three ☆

⤷ Preferences

To be written...

⤷ Special | Fanfiction

To be written...

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #hilda spellman x reader #madam satan x reader #lilith x reader #mary wardwell x reader #zelda spellman x reader #headcanon #one shot #fanfiction #preferences #neuroprincess

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matoniluvr · 8 months ago

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oh hi there!

i disappeared. but i'm back again!

with a new story!!! it's a zelda one :D

i will be discontinuing my monika story, but hey, at least in this one, i could project since i actually do practice witchcraft.

anyway, check it out! i won't promise any updates but who knows (i'll also be starting college soon so.. hehe)

-- luv, nina.

#zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman #sabrina spellman x reader #sabrina spellman #sabrina morningstar #chilling adventures of sabrina #mary wardwell #lilith morningstar #hilda spellman #the sabrina/reader tag isn't romantic at all #zelda one is DEFINITELY romantic wink wink #no i won't be posting anything on tumbler anymore aside from updates #i'm fully hibernating in ao3 <3

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katsuthelittlekitten · 2 years ago

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Ok guys pleaseeeeee please I need more Lilith x Reader or Lilith x zelda fanfic I've read every one possible and I'm sooooo desperate.

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danisnotmyname · 4 hours ago

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in case you forget I'm an attention whore, here are a few fics I did amidst of...whatever that is *gestures life*. ya thought wrong if you think I'd forget to self-promote here.

The ghost (of a ghost of a ghost)

Miranda Croft x reader, rated M, 1k, if you look at the hits and kudos now you'd be satisfied to see a gorgeous number of 666

Buttercup, hold me, lie to me (tell me there's peace inside to be)

Zelda Spellman/Diana Spellman, rated M, 1k, 🚨angst🚨

I look to you and I see nothing (I look to you to see the truth)

Sabrina Spellman/Original Mary Wardwell, rated G, 2.6k, this one I'm thanking @euphoricnyctophilia for giving me the inspo 🥹

Hey there, little stranger

Sabrina Spellman/Lilith, rated M, 2.8k, I really like this one but idk if it feels as realistic for readers?

the yearly word count arrived at 191k...I think this is it for 2024, I mean I wrote 6k more compared to last year so I probably have to save my writing juice for my fucking graduation thesis god help me

#miranda croft x reader #zelda x diana #sabrina x og mary #sabrina x lilith #black sabith #miranda croft #zelda spellman #diana spellman #sabrina spellman #lilith #the flight attendant #chilling adventures of sabrina #also prompts i see you #i promise i. will. get. it. done

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madamspellmans-met-tet · 5 months ago

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Miranda Croft

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You’re Miranda’s former assassin-colleague and after five years, you’ve decided to pay her a visit on her olive farm.

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most-stylish-competition · 2 years ago

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Most Stylish Competition official bracket!

list under bracket since the image quality died

List:

Group1/2:

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) VS. Sans (Undertale)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) VS. Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) VS. ENA (ENA)

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) VS. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader)

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives) VS. Eugene Finch (Drawtectives)

Elliot Goss (Search Party) VS. The Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Draculaura (Monster High) VS. Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Group1:

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.1

Papyrus (Undertale) VS. Waluigi (Super Mario Bros)

Mettaton (Undertale) VS. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Cecil (Welcome to Nightvale) VS. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh) VS. Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

The Onceler (The Lorax) VS. Harry Dubois (Disco Elysium)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo) VS. Hunter (The Owl House)

Teruki "Teru" Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS. Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Group2:

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) VS. winner of 1/2.2

Yor Forger (Spy x Family) VS. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Miss Piggy (Muppets) VS. Rarity (My Little Pony)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) VS. Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Marz (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) VS. Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Lelouch (Code Geass) VS. Consul Valerius (Arcana)

Sensei Garmadon (Ninjago) VS. Taako (The Adventure Zone)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun) VS. Rias Gremory (High School DxD)

Group3:

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS. winner of 1/2.3

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase) VS. Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon) VS. Gumi (Vocaloid)

Dr. Starline (Sonic series) VS. Jinafire Long (Monster High)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV) VS. Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)

Frank N Furter (Rocky Horror Show) VS. Dean Pelton (Community)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) VS. Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Gonzo (Muppets) VS. Gyro Zeppeli (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Group4:

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) VS. winner of 1/2.4

Red Hood (DC Comics) VS. Nightwing (DC Comics)

Professor Venomous (OKKO Let's Be Heroes) VS. Noisemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Inspector Cabanela (Ghost Trick) VS. Shelby Presipence (Plainview)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Coco Adel (RWBY) VS. Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Susie Greene (Curb Your Enthusiasm) VS. Boyd Crowder (Justified)

Al Calavicci (Quantum Leap) VS. The Obituary Writer (Death By Dying)

Group5:

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls) VS. winner of 1/2.5

Kuranosuke Koibuchi (Princess Jellyfish) VS. Nana "Hachi" Komatsu (Nana)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) VS. Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House) VS. Sanji (One Piece)

Link (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) VS. Spock (Star Trek)

Apollo (Hades) VS. Zagreus (Hades)

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (Hey Arnold) VS. Malfina (Conneticut Clark)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS. Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo)

Group6:

Steven Stone (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.6

Yuki Rurikawa (Act! Addict! Actors!) VS. Nikki (Love Nikki Dress Up Queen)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS. Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) VS. Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

Grillby (Undertale) VS. Spades Slick (Homestuck)

Prosciutto (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Mr. Compress (My Hero Academia) VS. Swatch (Deltarune)

Group7:

Loki (Marvel) VS. winner of 1/2.7

Castiel (Supernatural) VS. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Hypnos (Hades) VS. Alucard (Castlevania)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) VS. Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

Luce (Drawfee) VS. Mac McDonald (Always Sunny)

Villager (Animal Crossing) VS. Blathers (Animal Crossing)

Jurgen (Sam & Max) VS. Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Group8:

Joker (Persona 5) VS. winner of 1/2.8

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Doctor (Doctor Who series) VS. Sissel (Ghost Trick)

Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton) VS. King Dice (Cuphead)

Jolyne Cujoh (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Bayonetta (Bayonetta)

Samus (Metroid) VS. Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Harper Finkle (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Fran Fine (The Nanny) VS. Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Good luck to everyone who's voting and have fun!

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aboutcustardcreams · 4 months ago

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I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes, I've written most of it on the beach earlier today and I might have had the sun in my eyes :P Hope it's enjoyable anyway!

The monster within you

Five

Six

"So, how do we do this, exactly?", you can't hide the fact that you're nervous, it shows in your eyes.

Cordelia is leaning over the kitchen counter, across you, whereas Zelda stands next to her, rather pensive. "We should cast a protective spell, to begin with," the Directrix nods at her words. You can tell she is equally nervous and tense.

"That would definitely help, wouldn't it?"

Cordelia nods at your hopeful tone and reaches out a hand towards yours.

"It surely can't hurt," Zelda continues, sounding mildly ironic. You're well aware a part of her believes you shouldn't be doing this, for the simple fact that the artifact is both cursed and blessed. And it means so much that she is letting you decide freely, despite being completely against it.

Sighing, you turn towards her and call her name in a soft plea. Her clear eyes stare up at you, as she hums back.

"Don't be so scared, it's gonna be alright. We are a great team."

You weren't just saying those things because you wanted to reassure her. You were saying those things because you believed them. A whole family of powerful witches had your back, so what could possibly go wrong?

"Ehm, there's something you should know, Celeste...", it's Ambrose speaking now.

All eyes turn towards him at once.

"What is it?", Zelda questions, with a certain urgency in her tone.

He stalls and rubs his hands together, " So , as I already told you, I read about Lucia's relic before, and everything they have told you about it, is true. Meaning that, you'll see your family, but it could happen anywhere , and in any timeline."

"Timeline?" You frown and he nods.

You're pretty sure Zelda cursed under her breath but it was too subtle to be heard.

"You could be jumping back, forward in time, or staying in the present, the possibilities are quite a few."

Nodding hesitantly, you later add, "it doesn't sound so bad."

Zelda almost chuckles, "Sweetheart, there's nothing worse than time traveling."

You lightly roll your eyes at her dramatics, "But maybe I'll stay in the present, so no damage can be done."

Cordelia sighs tiredly, "Zelda has indeed a point," she remarks, "but so do you," she looks at you, making you smile.

The redhead shallows, feeling her throat suddenly too dry for her liking. She then circles the kitchen's counter so that she now stands by you.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully," she takes your hands in hers, her thumbs immediately skimming over your skin, "you can't, under no circumstance, change a thing about the past. If you do, you will affect our very present irreversibly," her voice falters for how scared it sounds.

You hum and nod, "now you listen to me," mimicking her tone, you lift Zelda's hands to your mouth to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. The sole gesture arises a blush upon her cheeks, but you don't mention it, preferring to cherish it in silence.

"Why on earth would I ever want to change the past if it led me to you and Delia?", Zelda bows her head slightly, as to hide the small smirk that has just played out on her features, "I'd be an absolute idiot," you finish sarcastically.

Her eyes lock back with yours and then lets out a quiet chuckle, "you can say that again."

You roll your eyes, "I believe I deserve some credit here," you mutter, playfully poking her shoulder.

"We trust you," Cordelia interjects, touching your forearm.

"Oh, really?", you mock teasingly, and both snort.

"Come here, silly," you find yourself smiling from ear to ear when the Supreme pulls you into her protective arms for a hug. You can feel the thumping of her heart against yours, so intense, you try your best to soothe it, by brushing her hair with your fingertips, "we just want to be sure you're really sure about this."

"I am," you mutter. "This isn't a decision I'm making lightly. It's important to me."

Cordelia pulls away just a bit so that she can cup your cheeks, "alright, then. Zelda may not say it out loud but we are on your side and we will always be."

Zelda clicks her tongue, feigning annoyance, "you're both so frustrating."

"Are we?", you quickly turn around to peck her lips.

You whimper when she bites your bottom lip, then mutters, "you have no idea."

"I hate to interrupt this moment, aunties, " Ambrose clears his throat, feeling like he is seeing way too much for his liking.

"I don't know how I feel about being called auntie," you whisper to Cordelia, who simply giggles in return.

Zelda sighs and looks at her nephew, "what now?"

"There's more to say, I'm afraid."

"We are listening", Cordelia says.

"Basically, if something were to happen, we cannot reach you there," he looks directly into your eyes, as he speaks. You clench your jaw, not daring to interrupt him just yet. "We can try to pull you back with a spell, but our success depends on you."

"I wasn't exactly expecting all of you to jump into my reality, if I'm honest," you give a nervous chuckle as you cross your arms over your chest.

Zelda's hand slips protectively around your waist, squeezing more than she would like.

"Oh and one last thing..." Ambrose trails off, as if he has just remembered something very important. "A minute here is like twenty there, or something. Time runs differently for some reason."

Your eyes open wide then, as you just remember what the salesman told you about the relic, "the globetrotter said I shouldn't keep it on for more than one minute. I thought it was silly because, I mean, what can you possibly do in one minute? But now it makes sense."

Zelda pulls her hand back and scoffs indignantly, "and when exactly were you going to tell us such an important thing?"

You gwan at your bottom lip, "I'm sorry!", you didn't mean to keep it a secret, it had simply slipped your mind.

Even Cordelia seems disappointed, but you can't blame her.

"You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your neck," she snaps.

You had it coming, so you accept the tease with shoulders down, "a tad exaggerated, but I suppose I deserve it."

"Any important detail we should know before getting started?", Cordelia asks, rather impatiently now. You and Ambrose share a look as to see if he had more in store for you but that seemed to be all. So you shake your head, "I believe we are all sorted out."

"Alright, let's move to the lounge room, then," she continues.

You nod, taking the first steps, with everyone else following behind.

Zelda leans closer to your ear, "If you get killed, I'll resurrect you and kill you myself," her fingers tangle in your hair a bit possessively.

You chuckle and tease back, "I give you my permission."

"But I don't", Cordelia quickly interjects, stepping in between the two of you.

You groan. "Ladies, make up your mind while I go find my parents," with the relic in your hands you sit down on the couch.

Zelda snorts, her attention quickly shifts to the object in your hands and you find yourself looking at her.

"Help me out?", she nods softly and takes it from your hands before sitting down behind you. Cordelia kneels down on your front instead and keeps her hands on your knees, offering you an encouraging smile. Ambrose stands next to the chimney.

"Are you alright?", she whispers.

You nod your head, "I just hope everything goes well with them. "

"It will, babygirl," there's something incredibly reassuring in her warm brown eyes.

"You can't promise me that," you sigh, with a small smile. "But I appreciate your words."

She chews on her lip before adding, "Promise me if something seems off, come back to us. We can figure it out together."

"Pinkie promise," you lift your finger and she chuckles softly as she intertwines it with hers.

"I wouldn't bet on it, Cordelia. Celeste has, after all, the savior syndrome," the redhead replies dryly.

You scoff, "you have no choice but to trust me on this."

She frowns as she leans closer to you, "I do trust you," her lips curve in a coy smirk, "most of the time..."

Your mouth falls partially agape, "excuse me?"

"Girls ," Cordelia interjects with a firm tone, before you and Zelda can start one of your usual bickering. She feigns innocence and you glance at her with narrowed eyes, but decide to drop it.

"Let's get this over with," you announce, nervously rubbing your thighs, "Zelda, go on please."

The redhead hums and wets her lips, repeating to herself like a mantra that's just one minute. Her breathing is so close to your ear it sends goosebumps over your neck as she carefully puts the blindfold over your eyes, making sure it's nicely tied.

"Relax, Zee..." you tell her, feeling her fingers trembling.

"I'm very relaxed, thank you very much."

When she is done with that, she puts her hands down so slowly, as to be prepared to take the relic off any moment from now.

"Now, what?", you ask, a bit impatiently.

"Try closing your eyes, babygirl," Cordelia suggests.

You nod your head and do as she says.

Zelda wants to add something but Cordelia gives her a look, mouthing "not now," at her direction.

She eyes her confusedly, but then understands that you probably need to focus. And as you do, something shifts rather quickly. Your body turns stiff, and when she tentatively calls your name, you don't answer.

"What's happening?", she can't hide the fact that it alarms her.

Cordelia takes a steady breath, "it's like what Ambrose said, she can't hear us. But she is fine."

The boy nods when his auntie looks at him for confirmation.

"But... how can we be sure?", she insists, placing a hand upon your back.

"I'm the Supreme, silly. Trust me," her voice is soft but slightly teasingly.

"Let's get started with the protective spell, then," Cordelia nods at her words, and takes her hand in hers, while still keeping one on your knee, "Ambrose, you count the seconds from now."

He nods, giving her thumbs up, "I'm on it, auntie."

It all happens in a blink of an eye, both figuratively and literally. You're not sitting in the lounge of the Spellman's Mortuary anymore, but standing in the most unreal landscape you've ever seen in your life. Neither Zelda nor Cordelia are in sight, exactly how Ambrose had anticipated. You're on your own.

You wonder if you disappeared from their sight too, or if maybe your soul kind of astral projected, while your body was at the house. Sighing, you take hesitant steps towards what appeared to be a cave crossed by a stretch of water, much wider in the distance.

It's desolate, cold, and heavy there. The air is crispy, but also suffocating in a way. You don't know whether to blame the cold or the deafening quietness. Without having real indications as to where to go, you follow the path along the river, keeping your eyes open to spot anything that could serve your purpose.

After a while, your steps come to a halt, your eyes spot something on the other side of the river, like a shadow in the water. As you squint your eyes, you lower yourself on your knees and lean as further as you can, burying your palms in the dirty soil underneath, "Is anybody there?"

You're sure there's something in there, the water seems rippled in that same spot. Your eyes open wide, when you hear a sound very similar to a grunt, "Hello? Can you hear me?" Now you're sure there's somebody there, staying very still in a frozen river.

You reach out a hand towards the water, dip your fingers in and immediately hiss at how cold it feels, " Fuck, someone should really kick on the heat in here," you mutter to yourself. You get up again, desperately thinking of a way to reach the other side of the river, without having to pass through the water. You try to call upon your magic, once, twice, but it doesn't work out. All you can manage to summon is a pathetic sparkle at your fingertips, barely warm enough to dry your skin. "Look, I'm here to help you, alright? Are you stuck?", you can't hide the concern in your tone; if there's a person lingering there, they are probably freezing to death. Moreover, there's a high possibility that whoever that is, is part of your lineage.

"Please , answer me," your voice slips louder than intended and it echoes through the rocky walls of the cave. You're not sure if you had caused it, but the ripple expands, almost to your side of the river. You bend down again, a glint of hope flashes through your eyes, when you spot a bit more clearly that same shadow of before, slowly moving.

It's a man. Maybe...

It breaks your heart when you finally lock eyes with him. It seems like he hasn't slept in days, despite the tiredness glazing his bluish orbs. He's not shivering, which you find impossible considering you are freezing.

"What got you screaming like that?", he whines, "I was finally sleeping," you can't help the crease forming in between your brows.

How can someone fall asleep in a frozen river?

"With all due respect, sir, I don't think you should fall asleep in there," you stutter out, feeling kind of dumb for having to state the obvious.

He chuckles as first response, "This is the Cocytus, dear, my new forever home, so I'll do as I please."

Your eyes snap open as you start to collect the dots. If that's true, it meant that you had ended up in another realm. Hell precisely. "So we are..?"

The man nods, "In Hell, I'm afraid, yes," a cloud of vapor comes out of his mouth, "welcome to the land of the damned!" He echoes almost theatrically.

You grimace in response, feeling suddenly uneasy. Your mind is filled with so many questions, but time is hardly on your side. Ambrose gave you twenty minutes to figure everything out, and it didn't help that you had no idea of how much had passed already. If that man was who you thought he was, it meant he was a bad person considering where he was confined. However, he didn't exactly look like one to you.

"Can you get out of there?", you ask, without really looking at him now. Your eyes roam around your surroundings, to mentally calculate the distance between you and him.

"Out of Hell? I don't think so", he scoffs. You wet your lips then swallow nervously, hating to be thinking what you're thinking. "Besides, I can't feel my limbs anymore, I can barely turn my neck and blink. So no, I can't think of anything that would work."

You nod slowly, arms over your hips as you take slow, steady breaths as far as possible.

"Alright," you announce, then take off your shirt.

The man squints his eyes in disbelief, "what exactly are you doing?"

If he was shocked by the choice you were making, you were shocked by his indifference to his fate. The fact that he accepted his punishment had been enough to unsettle you and turn your stomach upside down.

"It's okay, don't worry," next thing you do, you take off your shoes, "I can help you," staring at the river you try figuring out how deep the water is.

The man's frown deepens, "you don’t want to do this."

You ignore him. He is probably standing, not floating, which means the bottom isn't as profound as you had previously thought. You can tiptoe till there, get him out, and gather the answers you're looking for. It sounded so easy in your mind, while in practice it was the stupidest plan ever made up.

"Respectfully, you’re insane," he insists.

You huff and roll your eyes, "Funny. I get that a lot."

"Why would you willingly enter the river?"

You gesture with your hand kind of exasperatedly, " Because I need to pull you out, obviously."

"You really don't," he quips. "I'm cursed here. If they were to find out..."

"Who?" Shrugging you look around you, spotting absolutely nobody else. "Plus, I know the Queen of Hell, I'm sure she will be lenient," you're not one hundred percent sure Lilith will be on your side on this, but she did tell you you could count on her if you ever needed a hand. That alone had to mean something.

"There's a Queen now?", he half yells, "what happened to Lucifer?"

You chuckle amusedly, before answering, "You've really been stuck in here for quite a lot, haven't you? He died, was killed actually," you clarify. "But it's not important, he deserved it."

When you finally dip your feet in the river, you inhale a long shaky breath, "Oh my— Fuck! " You bite your tongue then mutter a quick apology. The water is colder than you had imagined.

He grins, and looks at you like he is enjoying a show, “don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”

“I don’t need lessons right now,” you exhale deeply then hold your breath in the poorest, useless attempt to unfeel the cold. You trick your mind that it actually works before forcing your body within the river until your feet touch the bottom. In a matter of seconds, you start gritting your teeth, "this is an absolute nightmare.”

"That's why I was pissed when you woke me,” he deadpans.

"Oh I'm so sorry I'm trying to save your life!"

"I'm already dead, what are you talking about?", he frowns incredulously.

You groan, and lift your hands up, "your s-soul then!", your limbs feel as heavy as boulders already. It's hard to move, to breathe and focus and that man isn't making it easy.

He clicks his tongue and nods slowly, as he studies you, " Yes , you're completely insane," you're not sure if he is mocking you, scolding you or showing you some sort of apprehension. Whatever that is, you ignore it and focus on your steps towards him.

"Do I know you, perhaps?", he later adds, noticing you’ve fallen quiet.

You take a moment to think about it. Does he? How funny would that be if you were trying to save a soul that had nothing to do with who you're looking for.

"Well, I don't know... maybe?”, you wiggle your fingers underwater to see if they are still responsive. It’s like when you try texting someone in the middle of winter without wearing gloves, but ten thousand times worse. “My name's Celeste Payton. Do you remember how you died?"

You wait to see if your name elicits some sort of reaction, but he remains unfazed. You’re good at pretending it doesn’t hurt though.

"I was killed— one would call it an accident, but it really wasn't. Let's just say that the woman I thought I fell in love with wasn't exactly who she said she was."

Could that be your mother?

"S-she killed you?", your voice trembles.

When you're finally standing next to him and you take a moment to better observe his features.

He has blue eyes, deep and full grayish eyebrows, maybe black once, his hair is short, damp and slightly grizzled to the sides. His lips are blue, the shape of his jaw is angular, well defined, the shells of his ears as red as fire, probably in response to cold.

When he nods, your heart drops, "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. It's not that I didn't try to do the same," he blurts out, with a cheeky grin.

"I'm sorry, do you mean taking your own life?", you ask carefully.

He scoffs, "of course not. I meant killing her."

" Oh , o-okay." You're not sure if he is serious or joking about it, however it creeps you out. "Relationships can be quite... challenging."

That's probably the stupidest comment you could think of. But he laughs, so you don't take it as a total failure.

"We need to get out of here."

You find his hands underwater and squeeze them as much as you can while pulling him towards you, however it's harder than you had anticipated considering he weighs like a lifeless chunk of ice.

"I told you I can't feel my limbs. It's been too long."

You let out an exasperated grunt, not directed to him but to the entire situation. "I know. It's not your fault."

If only your magic had worked, you'd have transmuted him out of the river, but of course, Ambrose had failed to mention that to you.

"Try to lean on me. I'll drag us both out," you have no idea how you were going to do that, but you were willing to try.

"But this is where I need to be. My soul is damned."

You click your tongue, "I'm not exactly sure what you did to end up here, but from what you told me, you didn't kill anyone, have you?"

"No, but I've tried," he admits, and again you spot no shame nor regret. You genuinely don't know how to respond to that until you do, "and failed. That must mean something. You don't deserve to be here."

He laughs lightly at your comment, but there's something dark in the way he sounds. You really hope you're doing the right thing. You can almost hear your girlfriends' disappointed voices telling you how irresponsible, reckless, completely insane your idea is. And maybe it is, but there’s nobody here stopping you, so you decide to take that as a free pass to do your thing.

You lift both his arms and pull them around your neck, "Time to get out of here."

"Alright..." he doesn't have much willpower to fight your movements, so he just lets it happen. "Are you even dead?", he wonders.

You shake your head no, "if we don't hurry, I will be," when his body finally leans over your back, you feel yourself go down a bit. Water gets up your nose and you cough a little, curse again and readjust yourself as quickly as you can. "Sorry," he chuckles, and this time the sound is genuinely amused.

"No worries,” you grunt ironically.

"So you decided to ‘save’ my soul, right? But why? I don't know you."

"Let's speak about complicated matters once we are out of this river," you groan when you feel his body slip a little, out of your grasp. You bend your back to allow him to crawl back over you, and damn if it hurts. Normally water should be able to reduce the weight of things, but that rule doesn't seem to apply there. Everything feels heavier. Everything is heavier.

"I know it's hard but, please, hold tight. "

Breathing becomes painful at every passing second, and you wonder if the struggle you're feeling is showing at the Spellmans Mortuary somehow. If yes, you're sure both Zelda and Cordelia are already trying everything in their power to bring you back. But you wouldn't allow it before getting a couple of answers first. With one last great effort, having reached the border of the river, you try to pull yourself up.

The man's hands reach out the soil for the very first time, and suddenly a wave of energy, maybe the adrenaline kickin in, rushes through him and he crawls on top of you, climbing over your back and shoulders and forcing you underwater.

A sudden piercing headache hits you hard the moment your head goes down. You hear the whispers of so many souls in that exact moment, so loud, your ears feel like bleeding. It takes you longer than you'd hoped to reemerge from the river and when you do, you feel being pulled out. You gasp so loudly, when your back finally touches the ground and your chest rises and falls so quickly, you need to place a hand upon your heart to calm yourself.

He had saved you. Fair enough considering you saved him first.

"Are you alright, kid?"

"I-I'm no kid. B-but yes, I guess," you stutter, desperately searching for your shirt. Why wasn't he shivering? "J-just.. free— zing."

He chuckles, "you'll get used to it."

"Y-you n-never t-told me your ..name," you later add, blinking repeatedly, as droplets of water freely fall from your hair and lashes.

"You never asked," you roll your eyes at his response. He’s got a sense of humor. "Anyway, it's Peter. Peter Blake."

You nod and sniffle, wiping your face with the back of your hand. The globetrotter had been right after all, Payton wasn't your real last name. Blake was, hopefully.

"Would you like to finally tell me why you saved me?"

When he turns to look at you, you bite your bottom lip nervously. That was the moment of truth. When you’re about to explain yourself, a very familiar voice comes in your head, muffled as if it was from underwater. A pull in your shoulders is what follows, but nobody is touching you. You ignore it.

"I-I have no idea how you'll feel about this, but I'm a w-witch," you trail off. "I'm using a powerful relic to be in two places at the same time, here and on earth. And I..." you pause a second, noticing something darkening Peter’s eyes. "I'm not here to hurt you. I believe you're my father and I'm so sorry you're..." you're speaking so fast right now, feeling on the verge of a sudden panic attack, because the last thing you want is him fearing you.

"My.. daughter?", he repeats, his face turns even paler.

You nod, giving him a hopeful smile, “Yes. I finally found you.”

Celeste, that's enough! Your time is up!

It's Zelda, you hear her loud and clear this time. But you can't leave now. Not yet.

"So you're hers," his voice is veiled with disgust as he speaks, but you don't understand what he means.

Your heart breaks at the venom of his tone, “what?”

"I thought you were dead!", he looks mad and you don’t know why.

Slightly shaking your head, you try to reach out for him, to touch his forearm, but he withdraws from you, glaring at you as if you had just grown a second head.

"Don't you dare touch me," he snaps angrily, crawling backwards from you. "You're just like her! A disgusting monster!"

A single tear slides down your cheek, "a-a monster?" I don't understand..."

"Just like your mother. That would explain how you ended up here without being dead."

Now you’re sure it’s your mother to be the witch of the family and your father is indeed a mortal, with a very ill regard about witches. That's what he meant by you being a monster, you suppose. The mere fact of having powers was enough for him? It sounded too much like a dejavu to you. Your adoptive parents turned their back on you for the same exact reason. You couldn't be doing this again. It was too much.

"Please, I'm not a monster. You have to believe me."

You feel your entire body tingling and when you look down at your hands, you notice you're ... fading. No. They are pulling you back.

"I want nothing to do with you!"

You want to pretend his words don’t hurt you, but they do. The woman that killed him is your mother, but why did she do that in the first place?

"Who's she?", you urge, quickly getting on your feet, "my mother, who is she?"

Baby girl, follow my voice, I beg you.

"So don't you know?", his voice is barely above a whisper now.

You shake your head helplessly, "Please—!"

Next thing you hear is a painful stinging in your ears that forces you to cover them and shut your eyes with force. You don't grasp your father's answer; you're not even sure he gave you one at this point. When you open your eyes again, you see black, then white, then crimson red, until you finally put to focus the faces of two very concerned witches. Zelda and Cordelia are hovering over you with eyes glazed with tears. Their hands are all over you and you frown when you spot their fingers covered in blood.

"What?" you gasp, finally opening your eyes wide and quickly sitting up, "what happened to you?"

"To us?", Cordelia shakes her head in disbelief. If it was possible to breathe fire like a dragon, Zelda would be doing that right now.

"You're bleeding," you point out. "Both of you."

"This isn't our blood, you idiot," Zelda's voice is a mix of worry and slight annoyance.

Your eyes knit in a frown. Her hands run on your cheeks and her thumbs graze over your skin, with a certain urgency and care, working as if they were pushing away some sort of dirt from your face.

"I don't understand...", you feel a bit lightheaded, but overall you're fine.

"You were out for more than three minutes," she gnaws at her bottom lip while her hand reaches out towards yours.

A wave of guilt rushes over you, "I’m sorry, I- I was busy and–"

“Busy?” a snort comes from behind you. You hadn’t even realized she was there. And you thought she wouldn’t know you invading her kingdom.

“Lilith, I–I can explain,” you stutter as if you were back in the lake. She hums incredulously and clicks her tongue mockingly, "you could start by telling me why you would do something so dumb like voluntarily dive into the Cocytus,” she crosses her arms over her chest and stares deeply into your eyes, while both Zelda and Cordelia’s faces lose color.

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The Weird Sisters x Fem!Spellman Reader: Six Pills

Summary: You are Sabrina's older sister and instead of Sabrina being the one refusing to sign her name and being the cause of the events afterwards, it's you instead. Set a few months after the Church of Lilith has been established, you haven't been doing too well and with how busy your family has been in cleaning your messes, you mainly tried to stay out of trouble and avoid everyone as much as you could, wandering around the woods and backroads of Greendale...and on one occasion you meet a kind stranger...with less than noble intentions when he offers you something to help with the pain...

Warning: Drug Addiction, Withdrawal Symptoms, Allusions to Character Death (Not really you're just unconscious)

You stared up at the ceiling of the infirmary of the Academy of Unseen Arts, eyes unseeing as you lay down in one of the beds, barely registering the sounds of frantic arguing and panicked questions fluttering around you as you heard your Aunts, Ambrose, Nick and Lilith and the Weird Sisters talking loudly trying to figure out what was wrong with you, the Sister's having found you collapsed in the entrance hall of the school, unconscious and shivering.

Sabrina was holding onto your left hand tightly, and you felt her eyes on you, counting your breaths, assuring herself you were still breathing, you could hear the frustration in your Aunt Zelda’s voice but also the fear as she just didn’t know what was wrong nor did your Aunt Hilda or Ambrose or any of those surrounding your bed.

You couldn’t help but relish having your Aunts, older cousin/brother and your sister near you, though the fact Prudence, Agatha and Dorcas were also present made your heart flutter which was the sodding reason why you were in this mess in the first place. Your head turned to the side and then you spotted that damned bottle filled with those damn pills that left you reduced to this, someone had taken it out of your pockets as you were laid down on the bed.

You struggled to sit up, catching your head in your hands making the others snap in your direction as they watched for a moment as your eyes darted around the room as though trying to make sense of what you were seeing. You struggled to get your thoughts straight then as though finally you had gathered the strength to explain your latest mistake once more…seemed to be the only thing you could make these days as a merciless, self-hating smile spread across your face as your broken mind pulled into being the song you had come up with on one of your...trips.

You gazed directly at Nick and urged your best friend and sister’s boyfriend to listen which he did sitting on your bed and held your free hand, urging you to use him and Sabrina as a way to anchor you to the present. And so, you sang:

“In the woods I met a man.

Old as oak and staff in hand

Sunken eyes but gentle smile

We sat down and talked awhile”.

Lilith’s eyes narrowed at the description of the man but said nothing as you continued.

“And he said I can see it in your eyes.

You've been hurt a couple times.

I've got the perfect antidote.

To cure a heart of stone

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle”

Your Aunts and Ambrose flinched at the comment of having a heart of stone while Lilith’s eyes narrowed onto the blue bottle of pills, an uneasy feeling in her chest began building in her chest.

“He put them right in my hands.

Said this stuff can do wonders take you to Nirvana.

Make you a better man”.

You smiled mirthless, your eyes straying to Agatha, your eyes on her neck exactly where you had slit her throat and once more the guilt began building in your chest and stomach making you pull your hands out of Sabrina’s and Nick’s clutching your chest shaking your head, your eyes closed tight but you kept singing, your tone irritated in the next two lines but shifting to numb as you continued.

“I should've known something was amiss.

When I saw his smile turn to a grin

But

Then as he left me

There so perplexed

He turned and said”.

You ticked off on your fingers, your eyes opening and staring directly into Ambrose's telling him to focus on what you were about to say…

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You ticked them off on your fingers again just as the old man did for you and what you recited on your way home.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You sighed and shook your head angrily at yourself, your drugged and messed up mind repeating that you should have shown the pills to your Aunts or Ambrose when you got home but you didn’t.

“So, I went home.

My heart confused.

Didn't know just what to do.

I popped the cap.

And took a dose.

After all what could I lose”

You shrugged, a bitter tone on the last line but lightened with the next your eyes shining with childlike innocence.

“And then I touched the clouds and bathed in sky.

A magic broom a carpet ride

Before I fell and woke in bed”

You struggled as though acting out what you did yourself on that day, finding it hard to remember what he said.

“Tried to repeat the words he said.

One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

What did he say next?

I forget the rest.

But several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You shrugged your bright usual happy smile back again at the thought of being fine making your Aunts and Ambrose flinch at the confirmation you weren’t fine, while Sabrina and Nick tightened their hold on your hands. The Sister's reaction however shocked you as Dorcas had visible tears in her eyes though they didn’t fall while the tightness around Agatha’s eyes and her clenched fists said plenty, Prudence’s eyes were filled with protective rage and promise of vengeance on the one who made you like this, as her lips tightened near turning them white even through her dark lipstick.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

Five could never hurt.

Just to calm my nerves

Several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You scratched your head looking up as you tried to remember the number of pills the man said you should take but shrugged as if it didn’t matter and continued, your expression going dark and you pulled a knee to your chest.

“Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle

Wish I had the strength back then.

Need to get a refill chase away the evil

All the whispers in my head”

You shook your head once more, your hands going to your ears as you shook it again as though trying to make the whispers going away.

“But I can't find the man I knocked on his door.

His neighbours say no one lived there before.

So now all my days

Just blur in a haze

They go like this”.

You sat back in despair, perplexed at the fact the man didn’t exist but merely confirming Lilith’s suspicions but she waited till the end just to be sure.

“One to stop the chills"

Your body broke out into chills.

"Two to ease the pain."

You clutched at your chest, the pain and guilt surging through your body.

"Three to wash my guilt.

Forget all my shame."

You flashback through everything, you’d done that put your family and the girls you loved in danger all because you couldn’t leave well enough alone.

"Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been.

Here we go again”.

Your eyes darted everywhere before zeroing in on that blue bottle and you sprang for it only to be caught by Ambrose and Nick as they held you up while you struggled to try to get to the bottle needing the words and murmurs in your head to quiet down all the while you sang desperately.

“One to stop the chills”.

Your body once more broke into chills.

“Two to ease the pain”.

You clutched your chest above your heart.

“Three to wash my guilt”.

“Forget all my shame”.

Your eyes darted to Agatha again, hers, Prudence and Dorcas eyes widening along with Ambrose, Nick’s and Sabrina’s as they realised what you were referring to.

“Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been”.

Tears began tracking down your face a broken smile on it as you doubled over once more the two boys picking you up and laying you on your bed as they all watched in suffering as your activeness wore you down you murmured the last few words.

“Here we go again.

Here we go again.

To stop the pain

Forget my shame.

Ah”

Your head rested on a pillow your eyes connecting with each person as you counted.

One

Aunt Zelda and Lilith

Two

Aunt Hilda

Three

Ambrose

Four

Nicholas

Five

Sabrina

Six

With the last number, your eyes met the Sisters, a small sweet smile on your face as you somehow gazed into the three of them at once your view began to darken and as everything faded to black you barely managed to get out the last three words:…. “I love you”.

#the weird sisters #the weird sisters x reader #caos #caos x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina x reader #griffinsstories

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