#eldritch terror x reader

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The Not-so-Terrifying Eldritch Terror

Well, we’re writing a fic about the second eldritch terror, the uninvited. And the reader is a hedge-witch who was wandering the forests alone. She’s a witch of herbs and healing but she also specializes in poisons, so hence she was always excluded from the coven.

So, the reader is at Hilda’s wedding and she proposes that instead of crashing other people’s parties, why not build his own home? The terror should build a place to belong or he can take shelter in her home.

And they relate to each other, because they were forever un-welcomed and now they have each other and it’s really fluffy.

Also, since she’s a witch of herbs and healing, she like yk cleans him up and heals his wounds. I mean, the man’s legs must be sore and blistered from wandering the cosmos for all of eternity.

Also, he’d totally rip the hearts out of anyone who hurt her.

Warnings: Mentions of the end of the world, mentions of homicide, implies forced marriage but it is her choice, scars and wounds

A hedge witch, that was what the coven called me, though I had been here even before their forefathers laid their roots in my soil. They always hated my kind, called us uneducated and unnatural.

So, now here I was, after centuries of wandering the wilderness alone, at the wedding of Hilda Spellman, surrounded by people who appreciated me and my talents.

To be quite fair, I was quite ready to eradicate the puny coven with the other hedge witches but as time progressed they grew on me, like vines they encased me with their warmth and I felt like I had a place to belong, a home.

~

The champagne was flowing and the band was moving the attendants of the party with their groovy beats. Hilda and her new groom looked happily in love, like the people around them ceased to exist in each other’s presence. I wish to have such a love, one day.

Then came the disastrous speech which quite frankly was hilarious. I mean I knew that the youngling shouldn’t have had so much gin but she was an adult, so what can we say?

I’m not going to lie, I quite enjoyed the music Sabrina’s friends were playing, particularly the song ‘Radio Gaga’ what an odd name but it was certainly groovy. But as the music slowly came to a close, the incubus in Theo kept body-hopping till it landed in the particularly fine gentleman in a dashing suit...who seemed to absorb the incubus.

And that’s where all hell broke loose.

 ~

Okay, why would they not keep Ambrose in-charge of letting the guests in, since he knew what the Uninvited looked like? Or they could have showed Sabrina and Nick a picture of the potential party-crasher, honestly these witches just make life a little harder sometimes.

Though, I’m a little sad that the little warlock got his heart pulled out, but who tries to try and boss around an Eldritch terror? Especially about clothes?

The Eldritch terror proceeded to propose a toast, to the end of days, promising to end each of us who attended the wedding, refusing Hilda’s invitation.

Just as the entity started approaching the crowd, Sabrina stepped forward but before she could get a word out I stepped in front of her, “What if you were always invited?”

The entity looked at me, curious at my question.

“What if you had a place to belong? A home. A place that you were always welcomed to. A place where you could finally rest? Would you spare these people in exchange?”

“I would, but I have no such resting place, hence since these people deprived me of my momentary reprieve, I shall deprive them of their hearts, for only those that are truly heart-less deserve to be so.”

He raised his arm to plunge into the nearest guest before I interrupted, “I could give you that. A home.”

“How?” His voice echoed through the silent hall.

“We could get married. That way, you’d always be welcome to my home. You’d always have a seat at my table, beside me and you’ll receive the warmth that was denied of you at the beginning.”

The Uninvited eagerly agreed, while the rest of the inhabitants of the hall were relieved to live another day yet appalled at my solution.

~

“Why would you do this? Sacrifice yourself to be chained to that-that monster?” Sabrina questioned, outraged.

“I feel- I sense his loneliness. I know how he feels, how it feels to not have anywhere to rest, anywhere to call home, so the least I could do is provide his weary soul with some comfort, dear friend.” 

“Still! It’s not right that you have to sacrifice so much for a coven who spurned you, only inviting you in when they had no other option.”

“Sabrina, it was my choice. My decision and I would appreciate it if you did not meddle with this. I do not wish to trap him in a trinket like we did the darkness, so please do not do that. Plus, I’ll be okay. And maybe he’ll be able to help us against the other terrors.” Sabrina’s protests died down but I knew that she would not let this go silently.

The rest of the coven had mixed reactions. Zelda shared Sabrina’s sentiments, Hilda felt guilty as if the whole ordeal was her fault and Ambrose...well he was less than pleased. 

~

We had the wedding at the academy, in Zelda’s office with Zelda officiating, much to her displeasure. I wore a beautiful white dress decorated with real flowers, namely, white plumeria, aquelegia canadensis, baby blue eyes. hellebores and a plethora of other flowers. 

A flower crown sprouted from my hair, a courtesy of my nature based powers, or ‘flower-powers’ as Sabrina would call them.

When I walked into the room, everyone was stunned into silence. If it was under better circumstances, some would have smiled too.

The person who was the most stunned was perhaps my own groom, with wide eyes filled with adoration and wonder he extended his hands towards me. I placed my hands gently in his, noting the wounds from his years of travel.

I smiled softly at him, before the ceremony began.

The wedding passed by in a blur and before I knew it I was being escorted out of the office on the arm of my new husband.

~

We entered the main hall of the coven and I raised my arms, causing vines to sprout from the crevices of the hall. Flowers of a wide variety blossomed in the room. Everyone was in awe of the display. Music played through the air as the newly wed couple danced and the coven watched.

Soon they retired to her cottage in the woods that she had built over the centuries.

It was had two floors and was quite large. It looked like it had emerged from a fairy tale.

“May I carry you over the threshold?” Her groom asked tentatively.

She agreed and he carried her to her room.

Her room was decorated with vines and plants on every surface. Her bed was carved of wood with intricate patterns throughout. She also had a huge vaulted window through which moon-light poured into the room. Near the window was a window-seat laid with pillows and cushions that looked incredibly cozy.

Her groom gently set her down on her feet and looked at her.

She simply smiled and told him, “First, before we go further I want to give you a bath then tend to your wounds. I know they must hurt. Will you let me?”

Taken aback by his bride’s request, he simply nodded his consent.

She grinned and went to prepare him a bath.

~

When his wife was out of the room he began contemplating her actions. Why would she be so kind to him? He was the one who had threatened to kill her and all those she held dear to her. Why would she want to dress his wounds? No one had ever dressed his wounds before. Why did she care? Was it all an act? Was this some sort of trap? No. It couldn’t be. She was too kind and he sensed no ulterior motives from her.

He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of his new bride calling him into the bathroom.

The bathroom was a large room with a white bath tub at the center of the room. At the far end of the room also stood a shower as well as a few shelves with all sorts of herbs, essential oils, bath salts and bubble-baths- everything that one would need to take a relaxing bath. There was also a screen in the corner behind which the new groom took off his garments.

The bathroom glowed in the yellow lights of the candles spread across the room.

The tub was filled with sweet-smelling water. He could not place the scent but it was quite relaxing. Flowers of all kinds floated on the water and beside the tub stood his new bride, she had changed her clothes to something more comfortable, smiling gently at him she motioned for him to enter the tub.

~

As his back rested against the warm porcelain of the tub his new wife got to work, gently removing the knots from his hair before washing it clean of what seemed like centuries of grime. She proceeded to gently wash his face, being mindful of the cuts.

As she was washing his hands, he asked her, “Why did you marry me?”

“Hmm?”

“Why would you marry someone like me?”

“Why, husband? Are you regretting your decision so soon?” she chuckled before continuing, “Did I tell you how I came to be with the coven?”

He leaned forward, eager to hear her.

“I was what covens call a hedge-witch. I had no coven and no place to call home. So, a few hundred years ago I decided to lay down roots, to create my own home after wandering for centuries. That’s when I came across Greendale. There was something drawing me here so I followed that pull and built this house. But it wasn’t until the coven was faced by pagans that the other hedge-witches and I were included in their coven, in their little family. The point is that I sensed a deep loneliness and longing within you, something I had felt myself for a long time and no one deserves to feel like that, which is why I married you.”

He was silent after my revelation and the rest of the bath passed by in relative silence.

After an hour of moisturizing, conditioning and massaging her new groom the bath water was drained and she wrapped him in a fluffy towel-robe. (She may have lived in the forest but she was not a heathen.) She told him that she was going down to the kitchen to prepare something for his injuries and that he was welcome to join her.

So there he was, sat at her kitchen table, watching her flutter around the kitchen grabbing bottles, plucking leaves from the potted plants, mixing, grinding and chopping while humming under her breath.

He simply watched her motions, intrigued by her mundane activities.

She turned to him, smiling and wrapped his wounds in gauze. Smothering his wounds in the green colored paste she warned him that the medicine would sting but he sat there, unflinching at her ministrations. 

She paid special attention to the wounds on his feet which he no doubt incurred while on his long, tiring journey.

After bandaging him up she prepared a hearty stew with vegetables, meat and bread. They sat at her kitchen counter, side-by-side partaking in the delicious spread. He polished off his bowl in record time and was offered a second helping, which he graciously accepted.

~

After centuries of wandering the cosmos he felt...not angry. Well, not as angry as he used to feel. He felt warm in his chest. Was this what being cared for felt like?

After she they were sated she smiled tiredly at him before escorting him to her bedroom. She’d made it clear that she was tired from the events of the day and thus did not feel up to consummating their marriage.

He protested, at the beginning but eventually gave in, agreeing that his wounds should heal before he spent intimate time with his new wife.

They laid on her bed, side-by-side with their hands intertwined and talked to each other. Both wanting to know more about their new spouse.

He told her about his journey through the cosmos and how everything came to be and she told him about her life on Earth, her love for plants and the friends she had made through her life.

“Why did you not cut my hair?”

“Hmm?”

“A man called Blackwood cut my hair before sending me to your friend’s wedding. Why didn’t you?”

“You’re going to find this silly, but I find men with long hair particularly enticing.”

“Is that so?”

“It is, dear groom.”

“Well, I find women who bloom flowers particularly enticing as well.”

Hearing this, she grew a red chrysanthemum and gave it to him before she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The uninvited twirled the flower between his fingers before gripping the stem tightly, hoping to preserve it, and went to sleep.

For once his sleep was comfortable and warm. His heart was full and so was his stomach, all thanks to the little witch that laid by his side, who looked past his exterior and saw the lonely tortured soul hidden deep within.

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Their Mother

I do not know why I wrote this, but it just came to me, like, what if the Eldritch terrors had a mother and she came to get them back and release them?

Warnings: Mentions of apocalypse. mentions of genocide?

Part 2

The eldritch terrors were once one, they all came from the same source, the mother, their progenitor. She had been, has been and will always be. She was the manifestation of creation and destruction. The beginning and the end. She was and is.

From her, her children came, there came the elements, the beings of creation and there came the eldritch terrors, the beings of destruction. Together, the elements and the terrors created balance, the elements created life, they explored the beyond, going father than anyone had ever before, spreading their gifts of life while the eldritch terrors destroyed their sibling’s faults.

Sometimes creations got out of hand, they became dangerous, they destroyed themselves as well as provided harm to the others, this chaos is what attracted the eldritch terrors.

But as time went on, among creations emerged the first deities, the gods and goddesses who were capable of controlling parts or certain aspects of the elements. Their powers, gifts from their element parents. Soon, these deities started creating worlds of their own, expanding their territories and giving rise unto more deities until the cosmos was filled with deities. 

As time ticked these deities came to see the terrors as a hindrance to the chaos they could reign and the elements came to be seen as competition so the deities banded together and locked the terrors away, in a dimension far away, from where their powers could never harm them.

The mother, of course was infuriated and destroyed most of the gods who dared to imprison her children before setting them free on the worlds which the pathetic deities fought so hard to protect. Once her thirst for blood was quenched she gathered her children and created an alternate dimension for them so that they could all live together, at peace without harm from the so called ‘Gods’.

~

It had been millenia since they had been called upon. Their mother had long since faded from their minds, only whispers of her existance remained. They answered the call, their beings craving destruction, chaos, tasting the sacrifice of the priest of the void, they came as they were called, to the mortal plane, to the town of Greendale. They came to destroy as they once had, but this time it was different, they were destroying, not only to maintain balance but to feed the hunger of the void.

What the terrors did not expect, however was the resistance the mortals bore against them. The mortal coven managed to trap the eldritch terrors, but they didn’t know that once they did so, they awoke something older and more terrifying than even the eldritch terrors. They awoke the mother.

~

It had been millenia since she had been awake. After she created the dimension her children resided in, she eventually fell asleep, trusting her children to be able to keep balance within the dimension. 

She was connected to her children, bound to them by strings that vibrated within her very being. She felt each of her children being imprisoned by the mortals, she felt their pain and anguish and when they finally captured the void, the last of her children, she awoke.

Her pink eyes, made of stars and galaxies far older than time itself, burned with a fire that had not raged since the time the self-proclaimed gods were killed. The mother had awoken and she was angry.

~

She followed the pull of her children, through galaxies and dimensions till she reached the sleepy town of Greendale. She made her way through the forest, assuming a mortal visage. Clothed in starlight, she made her way to the Spellman’s mortuary, following the cries of her children.

She stood in front of the house, on a gravel path as two women emerged from the house, one was short and the other was tall, the Spellman sisters.

“Who are you?” called the taller one.

“You have something of mine, return it to me before anyone is harmed,” the mother said elusively.

“I-I don’t think we have anything that belongs to you. Are you perhaps confused, lovely?” The shorter woman asked her this time.

“Lies. You have my children, you have trapped them and if they are not returned to me in three days, terror shall reign over this galaxy and everyone in it shall perish, including those pathetic immortals you call gods,” saying this, the mother disappeared, the only trace she left behind were her footprints burned into the cobbled stone.

~

Ambrose came rushing into the kitchen, stumbling over his feet with an ancient tome in hand, yelling, “I’VE FOUND IT! I FOUND IT!”

“Aunties, I found it!"

“Pray tell, Ambrose, what did you find that has you rushing so much and panting like a dog?” Zelda questioned, unimpressed with his shoes marking the freshly waxed floors.

“So, you know aunties how that woman threatened us two days ago, well I found out who she is.”

“Well, go ahead, tell us.” Zelda pushed the young warlock to answer.

“Okay, so I was looking through some ancient tomes when I came across a myth, a myth that dated back to the creation of the gods. Robin and I were looking through old books when he started telling me the story of creation, of how even before the eldritch terrors and the beings that created the universe, there was one who had always been. She was never born and never died. She was the creator, the progenitor of the Eldritch terrors, she was-no IS their mother.”

The revelation terrified the Spellmans, who would they lose now? In the battle against the Eldritch terrors, they had already lost their beloved Sabrina, how would they survive another loss?

“Do we know anything about her, or her powers?”

“All we know is that the last time anyone threatened her children, half of the gods were wiped from existence," answered Robin.

“So then, we’ll fight her, put her in Pandora's box like the other Eldritch terrors. I will not be losing any one of you ever again.” Zelda vowed.

~

It was the third day, the rays of the sun slowly trickled through the trees illuminating Greendale. 

The mother once again appeared in front of the Spellman’s house, she’d been watching the witches, even though they’d put up protective barriers around the house, she merely tore through them as if they were wet pieces of paper. They’d gathered the coven, ready to face the perhaps the most powerful of foes they’d ever face.

The witches emerged from the house along with their coven, with Zelda Spellman at their helm. The older woman desperately grasped the wooden surface of Pandora’s box, fingers shaking slightly.

“Have you decided to give me back what is mine, or shall we, as the mortals say, ‘do this the hard way’?”

“We have accepted your offer. You will be united with your children.” Saying this, Zelda opened Pandora’s box, attempting to contain the cosmic being in front of them.

To her shock and horror, the woman simply smiled, her eyes turned deadly as she chuckled at the witches’ pathetic attempt at containing her.

“Ha Ha, you thought that a mere trinket would work on me? ME?! It might have worked on my children, but unfortunately for you, I am uncontainable. Now, I gave you a chance to return my children peacefully but you did not, so now I’m simply forced to take them.”

Saying this, the wooden box was pulled out of Zelda’s hands by an invisible force right into the hands of the mother.

“How stupid of you, to bring your only bargaining chip to the battlefield. One thing you seemed to have forgotten about Pandora’s box, is that it released all the plagues on the Earth.” Saying this, she opened the box, letting her children out once again, to destroy the Earth and consume it.

Part 2