You are playfully referred to as Coraline by many because of your natural blue hair and Hilda found you when traveling Michigan.
It was a witch funeral where your mother and father were both witches and killed in an accident leaving their infant daughter aka you.
No one wanted to take you believing you were bad luck but the moment Hilda saw you with that gummy smile of yours she felt a motherly connection to you.
When Hilda brought you home it was like Zelda was scolding a child for not bringing in a stray, but she too grew soft to your bright gummy smile. (She guesses you were a cute little beast.)
You grew to be an outstanding witch, one that Hilda and Zelda were very proud to call a spellman.
You were the top of your class and admired by many. (The weird sisters literally worship you and can’t believe Sabrina is your cousin, at least you’re adopted.)
You have the biggest soft spot for people you consider your underlings, or students, since you are forced to tutor at the Academy after a certain event that got you into trouble.
Sabrina is one of those people stuffed in that soft spot the moment she is born because she would follow you around like a little duckling.
You’re very protective of her and question anyone who is friends with her for her safety:
*Sabrina introducing you to her boyfriend Harvey*
Y/N *sipping on your milkshake*: “So, Henry? How old are you?”
Harvey *nervous*: “It’s actually Harvey, and I’m 15.”
Y/N: “15? You look 30.”
Sabrina: “He looks 22 at best and you know it.”
You honestly have no right in questioning someone’s age as you are 75 years old with the appearance of a 20 year old. (Ambrose and you are the same age.)
Speaking of Ambrose, you did grow up with him and eventually the two of you fell in love with each other.
You would get into trouble together, yet your ‘good little witch’ act prevented you from getting caught until Ambrose used your experimental bombs to blow up the Vatican.
At first he refused to tell them about where he got the bombs, because it was all his fault, but when they threatened to kill him you confessed.
This resulted in Ambrose being on house arrest, you on town arrest and the breakup between you both.
Of course you still love each other, but the grudge leads you to fight like cats and dogs:
*Harvey is outside with Sabrina about to kiss when a crash and the door slamming open interrupts them.*
Y/N: “Oh Brina there you are. Don’t trust men. They’re nothing but ASSHOLES!” *You turn to Ambrose who is racing after you*
Ambrose: “Y/N! Don’t walk away from me.” *You going to the car* “Don’t you get in that car, woman!” *You flip him off and take off.* “Damn!” *turns to a Sabrina and a bewildered Harvey.* “That girl is crazy. How I could love such a mad woman is beyond me. Goodnight, cousin.”
Harvey: “Wow.”
Sabrina: “My cousins are lively.”
Harvey *thinking cap*: “Wait, aren’t they cousins to each other?”
could I request a sabrina spellman x fem reader, where reader and sabrina are in an established relationship but reader is a werewolf and has been hiding from her girlfriend and then maybe sabrina gets attacked and were wolf ! reader saves her and they patch each other up afterwards? purdy please
No More Secrets
|| Sabrina Spellman x fem!werewolf!reader
|| Warnings; werewolf reader, blood mentions, screams, fear mentions, reader fights a wolf, light swearing, anxiety, injured reader
|| Summary; when Sabrina goes to the woods to preform a spell, she hadn't expected the encounter she would face. Or the hero that would save her.
Requests open!
Started; october 21st
Finished; october 22nd
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Full moons. Probably one of your least favourite things in the world. You often tried to keep yourself locked up in a cell down in the basement whenever they came around. You were a werewolf and you didn't want your secret getting out. Not even to your girlfriend. Sabrina Spellman, who was a witch so she probably wouldn't hate you for it. But you just couldn't. You were so scared of being seen differently. It's a fear that's been in the back of your mind ever since you became what you were. How would people react? What would happen to you? How many people would you lose? The freedom of people knowing wasn't worth the potential backlash.
So you kept quiet. Keeping your head down, often choosing to say fewer words or nothing at all. Sabrina didn't mind that. She often told people it was "just part of your charm" to be quiet. She mistook your quietness for shyness, which wasn't the case. You liked hanging out and being around others. It made you feel less alone. You just... didn't really trust yourself to talk. Because every time you did you wanted to tell them. Something in you would just stir and you'd feel the need to spill your deepest secret.
The sun was held in the sky as it slowly made its decent for the night. Trickles of pinks, purples and oranges painted the clouds and you couldn't help but admire it. You loved sunsets. To you, they were like a calm before the storm. Sabrina had gone off into the woods, not going too far but far enough she could do her spell away from you. Practicing some heavy magic that needed her focus. You'd offered to tag along, though when you got to a certain point with her in the woods she'd told you to stay behind. Reluctantly you did, but only because you knew you'd be able to hear if she was in trouble. Smell if anything was coming. In your human form, your senses weren't as heightened as your werewolf ones. But they were still there.
Your eyes shifted between the trees, feeling all the hairs on your back go on end as the sun got lower. Shit. It had completely blanked your mind that tonight was a full moon. And you definitely weren't about to just leave Sabrina here, especially knowing how dangerous the woods could be at night. Much less on full moons. You'd been so lost in your anxiety about it that you hadn't seen the last rays of the sun go down. Or the scent you should have noticed... it wasn't until Sabrina's scream that you'd realized something was wrong. Your legs reacted before your mind could keep up. "SABRINA!"
Sabrina had been in the middle of a ritual when she found herself face to face with a wolf, she'd screamed. Hoping that you would hear her and be able to help. She doesn't know what you would be able to do, as far as she knew you were mortal. She slowly backed up until she felt that she could no longer back away. Finding herself pressed against a tree. Heart racing, hands sweaty. She swallowed thickly and tried to think of any spell she knew that could help. But she ran out of time. The wolf lunged and she scrambled, moving to behind the tree. Then she heard a howl and a whimper.
What Sabrina hadn't seen, was a werewolf leap the same time as the wolf. Taking it out mid air. The werewolf howled and the wold whimpered and scampered away.
What Sabrina did see, was the werewolf now standing before her. Mouth dripping with wolf blood. Her eyes widened. But, she realized something. Taking a closer look Sabrina recognized those eyes. They were unmistakably yours. She's spent enough time staring into them that she would know. She would know that colour anywhere. Plus, the werewolf didn't seem to harm her. Or have any intentions of doing so. The eyes looked... soft. Like how you looked at her. As though she had hung all the stars in the night sky just for you.
"Y/N...?" She asked slowly, daring to take a step forwards. She could have sworn her heart stopped for just a moment. The werewolf nodded. It nodded? Sabrina lifted her hand, slowly. Carefully. Your head came down and pressed against it and Sabrina felt relief wash through her. This was you. But how? When? Why didn't she know about it? "Oh, baby... you could have told me." She murmured. A whimper like sound escaped your throat and she sighed.
Sabrina spent the rest of the night with you, keeping an eye on you until she eventually fell asleep. Curled up against your own sleeping form. When morning came, you and Sabrina both woke up to the early morning chill of the woods. Curled up and intertwined with each other. Her eyes met yours and she cupped your cheeks, giving you a soft kiss that you easily reciprocated.
"So you're a werewolf?" She asked when the kiss ended. Her voice barely a whisper, laced with early morning raspiness.
You nodded and looked down," are you mad?"
"No.. no, of course not. I just wish you'd told me. But we're okay." She assured you, her thumb brushed against your cheek and you leaned into her touch," I love you, okay? Promise me no more secrets?"
"No more secrets.. I love you, too." You whispered and that seemed to relax her. No more secrets.
It took Sabrina a moment to see it. As her hand slid down to your arm, she felt something wet graze her fingers. She looked down to see that your arm had been sliced from just above the wrist to past your elbow. Sabrina's heart sank," Y/N..." What she had felt was blood.
Sabrina looked up into your eyes, seeing the pain hidden in them for the first time. She frowned, coming up with an idea as she moved to be sitting in your lap." Can I help?" She asked, wanting to ask before using her magic. Remembering the times she didn't and the backlash it had... Harvey...
"Yeah, yeah that's fine." You nodded and she kissed your lips. Feeling you flinch against them as her hand put a little more pressure on the wound. She silently shushed you, her lips moving against yours before she murmured a healing spell. You could feel the warmth from it. The buzz that flooded your entire arm. You relaxed and Sabrina pulled away. Giving your cheek a little squeeze with her other hand as her thumb brushed your skin.
"Thank you." You whispered and she smiled. Glad that her magic could actually help for once.
"Of course." She whispered back, helping you to your feet as she stood." Let's get back so we can clean the blood off you."
You quietly agreed and she took you back to the Spellman Mortuary. Hand in hand.
Masterlist
Taglist
✰ He was a warlock and you were a mortal
✰ There was no reason for the two of you to meet, except for the fact that your younger brother, Harvey, was dating Sabrina
✰ You first met Ambrose when you were picking Harvey up from the Spellman mortuary one night
✰ Normally he would always be outside at the time you agreed, but he wasn't even answering your texts or phone calls, and you had enough
✰ Ambrose was walking towards the kitchen for a cup of tea when he heard the knocking at the door, and he wondered who could have been visiting at that hour of the night
✰ He couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the front door
✰ You were absolutely beautiful
✰ "Hi, i'm Y/N Kinkle, I'm here to pick up my brother, he's not answering his phone"
✰ He couldn't take his eyes off you which made you blush, but you couldn't keep your eyes off him either
✰ He invited you in for a cup of tea and you accepted, not seeing the harm in having tea with a cute boy
✰ You ended up giving him your phone number and you would text each other all the time
✰ You found yourself smiling when his name would appear on your phone
✰ That was when you knew you were in trouble
✰ You started visiting the mortuary more often, even if your brother wasn't there
✰ You and Ambrose would watch movies together
✰ Drink tea together
✰ Stargaze together
✰ Read together
✰ He quickly became your best friend, despite the fact that you found it odd that you never hung out outside his home
✰ But you never questioned it
✰ He was terrified to tell you about magic, after all those times he told Sabrina that witches and mortals couldn't mix
✰ To his surprise, and relief, you ended up having a very positive reaction
✰ You always had a feeling there was something magical about Greendale
✰ After the truth came out, you had an even closer bond than you did before
✰ He would show you all sorts of minor spells that left you amazed
✰ During the school year he would help you study for your college classes
✰ He was in awe about how smart you were
✰ It was one of the things he loved the most about you
✰ That and your never ending kindness towards others
✰ Sabrina shipped you two from the beginning, getting frustrated that the two of you denied your feelings
✰ She saw you as an older sister to look up to, coming to you with all her teenage problems
✰ The fact that you got along with his family is what really cemented his feelings for you
✰ He asked you out during one of your study sessions
✰ He had never been this nervous before, but he couldn't wait any longer
✰ He dressed nicely
✰ He made flowers appear out of nowhere
✰ He had prepared a whole speech
✰ He started panicking when you started tearing up, thinking he had said something wrong
✰ It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you
✰ He relaxed when you threw yourself into his arms, accepting his request, a huge grin taking over his face
✰ From then on you were both the happiest you had ever been
✰ He constantly had a hand on you
✰ Whether it was an arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, resting a hand on your thigh
✰ Your lips were addicting to him as well, he would take any opportunity to kiss you
✰ You would have home dates all the time
✰ He would call you darling and you would call him honey or love
✰ You would steal his clothes all the time, loving the smell of his cologne
✰ He thought they looked better on you anyway
✰ You would talk about the places you would visit together once he was no longer on house arrest
✰ He comforted you when Tommy died, holding you as you cried, knowing how much your brother meant to you
✰ You comforted him when he would get upset about his house arrest
✰ He would read to you while you were cuddled up in bed, his soothing voice lulling you to sleep
✰ He would place a gentle kiss on your forehead before drifting to sleep himself
✰ He no longer needed to dream because they all came true the moment you walked into his life
Summary: Whatever Dorcas wants, she gets. And She wanted you.
Warning : 0
Length:1673 words
Pairing: Dorcas Night x OC (fem) reader
PS- didn’t PR so have fun with that 🤣
“Jake I already told you I have plans this weekend” Jake Hells once again was asking me to “hang out” this weekend with him. It’s not that I had anything to do this weekend. It’s just that he was one of the horniest guys I ever met. I mean Nick was one but he never harassed someone like this.
“Oh come on, it will be fun.” Jake could never take no for an answer. Never. “And maybe we could- '' He started to raise his hand to touch my hair but I gently pushed his hair out the way. “Jake, I already said I have plans' ' I need to get away from him, and far. But I just can’t. “Right, and with whom you have plans with,again?”
I don’t know why my mind went blank. He was making me uncomfortable. With that he was just getting closer and closer. I had to make up something, ANYTHING!
“She has plans with me, Jake” I couldn’t see who was coming up behind me but I could always recognize that sweet strong voice anywhere. Dorcas. “Yes, I have plans with Dorcas for the weekend” I look to my right and see the redhead. Her hair was in the braids crowns and her brown dress. She had a smile on her face that I couldn’t make out.
“And what plans do you have with a weird sister? I never seen y’all talk, like ever ""Will- I” for being a witch, I can be a bad lair. I started to mess with the bottom of my shirt. And a habit I had picked up over the years. I couldn't think of anything but Dorcas grabbed my hand into hers. Interlocking her fingers with mine.
“If you must know, she’s my girlfriend.” I looked at her with confusion but then I realized Jake was still in front of us. I just kept a smile on my face.
“So she has plans with her girlfriend for the weekend.” Dorcas kept it together. Holding my hand and giving Jake the death stare. At this moment, Jake looks like he is going to shit himself.
“Now if I see you come near or talk to her, well you know what my sisters and I can do. Come on bae, the girls are waiting for us” with another word, Dorcas pulled me with her. Not a single word comes out of our mouth. She still had her hands together walking down the hallway. I thought she was gonna let go once we were out of Jake's sight, but she never did. I don’t understand why I just went with it.
She walked me to the lunch room where most of the students in the academy were. Still hand in hand, she walked me to where her sisters were sitting. She sat across from them. “You can sit down, my love” Prudence and Agatha looked up at me from their conversation with a smile. Jake was right, I never been around the sisters. Let alone a conversation. I couldn’t run and hide. Everyone was looking. So I did what I was told. Why? I have know fucking idea!
“So sister, I see you found her” Prudence was the one to speak.
I was never scared of the sisters, I just know not to cross them. I’m very powerful myself but I never tried to show it. Coming from being a New Orleans witch and a harvests girl. I just come with a lot of responsibilities when people know who you really are. I just try to stay out of the spotlight with certain things.
They kept on talking, I wasn’t paying attention to anything with we’re saying. Until I could feel Dorcas hand on mine again. “Come with us”
Walking down the hallway, they were in the regular formation. I stayed in the back. Right behind Prudent. They took me into their dorm room. Walking in, the door closed behind me. Now that we are behind closed doors, I feel as if I can breathe and speak again.
“What the Heavens just happened?” All three of the sisters of Night looked at me.
“Helping me out with Jake, which I really appreciate by the way but calling me your girlfriend and then holding me hand in front of everyone” I need to get everything out of my chest. If it was a plan or anything going on, I at least had the right to know. “I just want, no. I need to know what that was about”
Dorcas come up to me and put me on the bed. Now she’s standing in front of me and Prudent and Agatha are standing on to the side. “You are my girlfriend now. And it will stay the way from a while” she said with know hesitation. “Why me, you could have anyone. Literally anyone from this academy”
“I wanted you” “why?” “There is know, why?” Am confused, so confused. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. “Think of this, you can date me. And Jake won’t mess with you know more. Call it a win win” “I never agreed to this Dorcas, don’t get me wrong. You are a beautiful person but I never agree to this. I don’t know you” she got down on my level and touched my knee. Somehow. I got this sense of relaxation from someone who loves to hurt people in their free time.
“Okay, you really want to know?” “Yes, I do. '' Dorcas looked at her sister. They both gave her a head nod, and walked out the room. Once the doors were closed she started talking. “Today in class, I heard some boys talking about how Jake had a special surprise for you this weekend. And it wasn’t good. For some reason I had a feeling to protect you” she stopped mid way to look away from me. “I needed to do something. I overheard them talking about how Jake was going to be the first one to have you”
I have been at the academy for over 3 years now. I keep up with school work. I have only one friend and try to make my family proud. Having to learn double the spells from being a New Orleans witch and A sister of the night. I didn’t want to get mixed in with the people here. And that means dating. I guess the boys are keeping track. I just never thought Dorcas Night would be too.
“I didn’t want that. So I claimed you before anyone else did. So like I said, date me. You are going to be under my sisters and I's protection . And no boy will try anything” I didn’t know how to feel about any of this. But it doesn't seem so bad. But at the same time. I never asked for this. “Am sorry Dorcas but I can’t. Am sure I I’ll be fine” I knew I fucked up when I walked out the door but everything was going wrong for me. I needed to keep my head in the game.
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“Okay witches and warlocks, that’s us for today. You may now leave” I grabbed the rest of my things that I had for the day and started to walk out the door. Around the corner, I came to see the one and fuckin only Jake Hells. He was just so pushy. He had his back against the wall with his feet crossed. Once he saw me I tried walking past him. “Hey, Hey, Hey. You’re not gonna say Hi to me”. The more I think about it. Jake is such a pick-me boy.
“What do you want Jake” not even stopping, he was still in my ass. “So, are we still on for this weekend?” “Heavens I could never get a break from you. Why are you so pushy?”
“I know you fake that shit with Dorcas Night, so come on.” I should have thought through what I was going to do next. But I didn’t. I saw Dorcas walking down the Hall with her sisters. I looked at Jake in the face with a good gummy smile. The closer the sister got, I turned my body to the girls.
“Watch and see,” I said to him.
When my back was away from him, I gave Dorcas the ‘help me get this fucker away’ from me eyes. Her and the sister stopped 6 feet away from us. “Hello Dorcas, Hello sisters' ' The girls all said hello at the same time. I walked up to Dorcas, give her a kiss. At this point I wanted it to be real. To get Jake off my back. I even pulled my left hand in her neck to make the kiss go deeper.
I pulled away from her with a soft small smile. She grabbed onto my hand so I could be by her side. “Did my sister worry about what would happen if you go near her girlfriend again?” Prudence started off with. “You can just not take the hint?” Agatha finishes off. “Now we have to go back on my word” Dorcas had a stone cold face.
“Sleep well tonight” they all said together.
Not giving Jake enough time to respond, Prudences pushed him out the way. Not far along, Dorcas had both of her hands on my arm. She leaned her chin on my shoulder.
“So what made you change your mind, my love” she whispered in my ear. I looked to my right to see her with a soft smile. “Maybe this won’t be a bad idea, I just want to know what comes out of it for you” I told her
The Weird Sisters x Fem!Reader: Beneath a Hungry Moon
Summary: The Weird Sisters + 101 -- "This feels dirty." "That's because it is."
Prompts found here!
AO3
A/N: This fic made me realize how much I miss CAOS. Might have to rewatch at some point soon!
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Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix
Warning(s): Unconventional Relationships
For as long as you could remember, you dreamt of participating in the Lupercalia celebrations. The idea of running beneath the moon with someone and losing yourself in the pleasure that followed sent a shiver down your spine—or did, before you found three witches you couldn’t tear yourself away from, and realized the matching would tie you to a man for the night.
You look down on the preparations with thinly veiled upset. Father Blackwood had forced your hand, all of your hands; you would participate in the Lupercalia celebrations or face strict punishment. His eyes had settled on Prudence when he let those words spill from his lips and you gave in to assuage the fear rolling from her.
Forcing you to participate didn’t mean you would follow the rules, though.
It’s a perfect plan. You’ll play along, circling the young warlocks until you inevitably have to choose one, but that will be as far as it goes. The night would be yours to experience with your three favorite witches with the tricks up your sleeve in play.
Hands wrap around your waist and you lean back. A soft pair of lips kiss your neck.
“What are you thinking?” Dorcas asks curiously.
“Nothing,” You pat the hands around your waist, all too aware of listening ears, “Just taking in the scene.”
“Are you still upset that we can't celebrate together?”
You want to spill your whole plan because Dorcas sounds so sweet, worrying for you even though you know she’ll enjoy tonight no matter what. She has her eyes on a few of the more devious warlocks. Nick Scratch, if you’re being specific, though Sabrina Spellman will fight her every step of the way.
Turning in her arms, you kiss her sweetly. She deserves nothing less for how considerate she’s being of you—how considerate she always is.
“I’m not thrilled about it,” You say honestly, “but I want you to have fun.”
“I don’t think I’ll participate—past the Matching, I mean.”
You raise a brow, “Dorcas, you love warlocks.”
“It will upset you.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll be okay. Your heart will still be mine at the end of the night, won’t it?” You ask.
Dorcas nods so hard you fear for her neck. As if to send the point home, she kisses you, pulling away to press similar kisses on any swath of skin she can see. It makes you laugh, holding tight to her.
Her smile is relaxed and sweet and you know you’ve said the right thing. You haven’t lied—you don’t mind who any of your witches physically engage with, as long as their heart remains with you—but you don’t really intend on Dorcas enjoying whatever warlock she ends up with. It’ll just throw a wrench in your plans if she isn’t in the woods on Lupercalia.
“You’re so good to me.” Dorcas sighs dreamily.
You hum, “Don’t let anyone else know that. It’ll be our little secret.”
She giggles and steals another kiss, before rushing from your arms and back to her room in a whirlwind. You should be preparing too, but you’re more worried about getting everything in place than dolling yourself up.
A flash of color in the corner of your eye makes you turn. Leaning against the bannister, watching you with an inquisitive stare, is Sabrina Spellman. You’re really not in the mood for her dramatics but plaster on a pleasant enough look anyway.
“How are you okay with it?” Sabrina asks.
“Okay with what?” You ask, tilting your head.
Sabrina moves closer and stands at your side, the two of you looking down on the set-up with matching expressions of distaste. One of you does a better job masking it than the other.
“Dorcas spending the night with someone else.”
Ah, you think. You shrug and try to see it through Sabrina’s eyes; it must be odd to go from the image of married perfection to a world where monogamy is an old idea. You can understand the institution of marriage, as your parents were married, but they both engaged in their fair share of witches and warlocks. Being a witch is sin and that’s never been something you saw as an issue.
Looking at Sabrina, you try to take her in, wishing you could read her thoughts. Does the sin and lust bother her? Her aunts raised her, but how much did they really show her of her magical community? Maybe Sabrina’s idealism towards humanity isn’t entirely her own fault.
“It’s just sex,” You shrug, “It’s fun and pleasure, but it isn’t what we have.”
“But Dorcas is yours. They all are, aren’t they? You’re not bothered by someone else having them?” Sabrina prods.
You sigh, “I don’t own anyone, Spellman, that’s the point. We share things. Bodies aren’t sacred things to be hidden away for witches and warlocks, their vessels of lust and greed and pleasure. Why would I ask my girls to deny the very thing we were all made for?”
“You say witches and warlocks don’t consider bodies sacred, but my Father did.”
“Your Father was an anomaly. He had a few points about getting along with mortals, sure. But his views were… are odd for our society.”
Sabrina is the one examining you now. She looks at you like she’s missing something and the answer is in your face. When you give nothing away, she sighs and puts her head in her hand.
Teen angst radiates off of her. Whether it’s a Sabrina thing or humanity thing, it’s annoying, and you put some distance between the two of you. You don’t completely walk away though. Something feels unsaid and you’re in no rush, so you follow her line of sight to none other than Nick Scratch.
You bite back a laugh.
Nick Scratch is an entertaining guy, sure, but you’ve never understood why all the witches fawn over him. You remember a whole host of stories Prudence used to tell you about him when they were going out and he seemed like any other warlock. But Sabrina has latched herself onto him and you feel a kind of empathy for her.
It’s hard when you love someone more than they love you. You remember the feeling before you found your witches. Nobody deserves to feel it, not even Sabrina Spellman, magnet for chaos.
“You were upset when the rules of the Matching were explained to you and now you’re not. Why?” Sabrina says.
“I was upset I couldn’t spend the evening with my witches,” You shrug, “But my enjoyment and theirs doesn’t depend on if we’re together. I just wish we were.”
“Witches are weird.” Sabrina decides.
You laugh and pull back from the bannister, patting her on the shoulder, “Okay, half-witch.”
Sabrina rolls her eyes so hard you can practically feel it, but you continue past her and down the stairs back to your room. Dorcas is nowhere to be found and neither is Prudence, though her things are laid on her bed. Agatha sits at the mirror painting her lips a shade close to black.
You walk over and lay down on her bed, watching her work. Agatha tilts her head when she looks at you.
“You’re not getting ready.” She says.
“I will,” You shrug, “I’m not in any rush.”
“Are you still upset?”
“No, just… disappointed. Warlocks aren’t really my thing, so it cuts the enjoyment.”
Agatha sets down her lipstick and comes to sit next to you. She runs a hand through your hair, looking down with a smile, curious. You try to sit up and kiss her. A hand in the center of your chest stops you, her small smile now a wide grin.
You pout and lay back down, folding your arms over your chest.
“Don’t pout, I just applied this lipstick.”
“You can reapply it.”
She pauses as if thinking it over and weighing the time she has. A small spark of hope sits in your chest and you turn, propping your head up on your hands. Agatha looks gorgeous in white. It’s rare to see the gloomy coven in bright color and you can’t say you mind the change; black is good for any occasion, but white makes them look good enough you forget the occasion.
You’re most excited to catch a glimpse of Prudence. As long as you can remember, she’s wrapped herself in deep blacks and purples, even an occasional red. The only thing you recall being brighter is the cream-colored slip she wears to bed sometimes.
A pair of lips is pressed to your own and you startle before Agatha’s hands on your face soothe you. She takes her time and thoroughly explores your mouth with her own. It’s like being drunk and you feel like you could sway despite sitting down, clasping her arms to remain upright.
It’s different to Dorcas’ quick kisses and Prudence’s teasing ones, Agatha kisses like she’s putting you in a trance. And you almost hate to admit that it works every time.
When you pull back and stare up with glossed eyes, Agatha giggles, and wipes at your mouth. The dark color is spread all across her face and you can only imagine how it looks on you.
“Are you happy now?” Agatha asks.
“Extremely.” You smile.
She shakes her head, but looks just as happy, “You really should start getting ready.”
You open your mouth to offer an excuse.
“She’s right.” Another voice interrupts.
Prudence stands in the doorway, clad in a figure-hugging white dress. It’s longer than either Agatha’s or Dorcas’ with a split up the right side, exposing one of her legs. She looks practically ethereal. Something about the color brings out the glow in her cheeks and makes you swoon.
She walks down the steps and makes her way to your side. When she looks at you, there’s something in her eyes you can’t decipher. But you forget it just as easily when she leans down and kisses you, slowly, but not long enough. She laughs when she pulls away and you try to follow.
“You agreed to participate, darling. It’s time for you to get ready.”
“Why? I won’t get much from Lupercalia.” You challenge.
Prudence’s eyes are knowing and she smirks, “Oh darling, I don’t believe that at all.”
Somehow, she knows. You can’t ask how with Agatha in the room, but she knows, and you know it. You nod and get off of Agatha’s bed to get your things from your chest. Kneeling at the end of the bed, the lock is warm in your hands, a sign your spell is holding tight.
There’s an audible click! When you whisper the incantation under your breath and the lock opens. You sift through your valuables until you find the outfit you chose for the evening. It stands apart from that of your witches, but isn’t different enough that it’ll make you feel alienated. It’s a lovely silver garment that feels like silk in your fingers.
Agatha and Prudence eye it with interest, eyes curious and lustful, but say nothing as they leave the room to let you get ready.
Everything goes according to plan at the Matching; everyone is paired up, including yourself. You luck out with your friend Zander. He’s like a taller, wider Ambrose Spellman, with dark dreads he’s dyed white at the ends. Fortunately for you, he shares your lack of… interest.
You’re careful to go through the motions and not arouse suspicion. The Courting is actually fun for the two of you. You paint one another with the blood and milk but lay under the moon talking. It’s nice, a relief to be near a warlock who isn’t driven by his lust for the festivities of Lupercalia.
Then comes the Hunt.
Your witches look stunning. It takes everything in you to even let them out of your rooms, but you give in, if only because your real plans involve being in the forest together.
Ambrose blows the horn to signal the start and the chase is on. You do your best to keep your eyes on Dorcas and Agatha; you trust that Prudence will appear when the time is right, since she’s managed to catch onto your plans.
You catch Agatha and her match first. The place they’ve chosen isn’t hidden well and before he can lay another kiss on her, you’ve stuck an eldritch root under his nose. His eyes roll back in his head and he loses consciousness.
“Are you going to help me?” You ask Agatha, laying her match gently on the ground.
She’s pouting, “I was having a good time.”
“I had plans for the four of us… but I guess if you’d rather stay with him…”
“No, I’m coming.” Agatha sighs.
You kiss her sweetly, just long enough to assuage any lingering upset.
“I’ll let you have some extra fun with him at Dorian’s tomorrow.” You promise
Her beautiful face splits into a giddy smile and you laugh. Grabbing her hand, you pull her with you through the crowds of still-running matches, ignoring the screaming of a few girls, though it threatens to grate on your nerves.
There’s dozens of girls wrapped in red, but you can’t seem to find the one with red hair. Then you hear it. Somewhere ahead is Dorcas’ voice, declaring something in hushed tones.
You don’t look to see who she’s hanging on before shoving the root beneath his nose too. He drops and you catch Dorcas before she can fall too. She fights your hands and turns, freezing when she sees you and Agatha.
“I see what’s going on here,” Dorcas giggles, “This feels dirty.”
“That’s because it is.” Prudence says.
She’s appeared seemingly out of nowhere and leans against the tree behind you. Her smile is devious. You can’t help the excitement in your chest at everything falling into place.
“Shall we, darling?” Prudence asks you, making Agatha and Dorcas turn to you as well.
With a smile, you flee into the woods, laughing. You hear them laughing and calling behind you. It doesn’t take long before you’re captured and the four of you finally engage in the Lupercalia celebration, mad with desire, beneath a hungry moon.
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.
Here we go again.
Oh
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”.
