My thoughts on reader being a descendent of the Sanderson sisters and they somehow meet.
Yn would be surprised that they get to meet her ancestors from a couple hundred years ago and that she has magic. She would guide them through the modern world and keep them out of trouble, while they (mainly winfred) teach her magic. In my mind, yn's hair at least has a color stripe (your choice ). The Sanderson sisters would be a bit freaked out by it, but they would also have some type of liking to it. Yn would create spills that would help them with stuff like chores and school, but also stuff they'd always wanted to do with magic like play pranks. Yn would love flying. She'd also customize her broom.
You can mix this with whatever show you want. Add tags.
A/N: I know there are many of us who had a crush on Sarah Sanderson and seeing the sequel brought those feelings back. I apologize if there are any mistakes in the old English parts, since English is not my main language, let alone old English!
Reading about the Sanderson sisters had unleashed a chaos inside you, awakening a curiosity that was beyond your comprehension. You needed answers, and you needed them immediately.
It is well known that every little corner of this world had a story, whether it was told through thousands of generations or told by a friendly neighbor who had lived in the village for many years, there was not an inch of the earth that was spared. Even the place where you were right now, what was it before it was what it is now? What was it a hundred or three hundred years ago?
These and countless other questions led you into what might be known as a dead-end tunnel. Many books of contemporary history left you sleepless, due to the uncontrollable desire to find out more about certain events, but it never happened to such an extent as when you went to the museum that used to be the home of the Sanderson sisters.
Something as simple as three sister witches who were hanged lived here should not provoke more intrigue than reading an odd book or asking an amateur, yet there was no text that made you feel satisfied in answering your questions. You felt you knew them from somewhere, as if all the events narrated about them were more memories than anything else.
The fact that they had been hanged hurt you irreparably. It was terrifyingly palpable that disappointment and also that sadness as if they had been parts of you that were taken away that day. It hurt too much, though it hurt more not knowing the reason. And as the days went by, you started to long for having a time machine and undoing your visit to the Sanderson sisters’ house. You were sad for nothing, especially for Sarah; she generated too much empathy, even though very little was known about her.
You knew you shouldn't have waited until the sorrow was unbearable to do it; you would have gone to an expert much sooner, but the time was here and now. You constantly questioned how a visit to the Sanderson sisters' house would cause you, months later, to find yourself doing a past life regression because it seemed to be the most accurate method for what was happening.
The images were blurry at first, and the cottages and people walking around were barely visible. Thanks to the questions you were constantly being asked by the expert, you were able to perform the regression successfully. You're not going to lie; panic was running through your veins, and you were too afraid of being even more damaged than before you set foot here. If your deductions were correct, you had something to do with one of the sisters, and the pain of losing her stayed with you for many, many lifetimes to come.
"Oh, I found thee!" A sweet voice made its presence very close to you, involuntarily earning shivers from you as well as a feeling of inexplicable happiness. You never thought a voice would provoke all that.
When you turned to see the owner of the voice, you were stunned. She was tall, her hair was a gorgeous platinum blonde, her makeup was dark and not at all discreet, and the thing that had left you in awe was that gorgeous smile that adorned her face. You knew immediately that it was Sarah; her features matched too closely with the books that described her appearance. Of course, you didn't expect her to be such a breathtakingly divine woman.
"Dearest mine!" You exclaimed, and she opened her arms, inviting you to be enveloped in a welcoming embrace. You gladly accepted, and it was amazing; you felt so safe. You felt that even if the whole world turned against you and set out to destroy you, if she was with you and you were with her, you were invincible.
"My sisters are absent," she suggested, nervously playing with her fingers. She looked so adorable! There was no way you could say no. "Mayhap thou canst…”
"Pssst! What did I tell thee? I am weary of thee keeping company with such inferior folk as... a Sanderson, enter immediately!" A woman exclaimed from the door of one of the cottages, perhaps it was your mother or someone who was taking care of you. When she uttered Sarah's last name, she possessed so much disgust, and it generated so much guilt in you.
The blonde ignored what the lady said and leaned close to your ear. "Secret locale, at sunset," she whispered. You had no idea what she was talking about, but you were nodding, for your former-life self knew exactly what she meant.
Once you entered your abode, you found this woman looking at you with deep disapproval. Apparently, you were forbidden to interact with the Sandersons. It was to be expected; frankly, everyone seemed to be repulsed by the fact that they were free. You always admired all three of them, and for Sarah, you felt something different, something beyond that.
After a sermon that never seemed to come to an end, where the Sanderson sisters were the target of criticism and derogatory remarks, you were told to do the chores, and of course, there were too many of them. It was an understatement to say that by sunset you were sweating, and there was no water to mitigate this fatigue. The irony? You did it gladly, and Sarah was in your thoughts all the time. You were certain, from the bottom of your heart, that a whole afternoon of scolding and punishment was worth it if, even for a fleeting moment, you could see the blonde girl.
By the time you finished, the sun was about to set, and darkness was consuming what little light there was in the sky. You peeked at the window, and there was that nightmare of a lady, sleeping in front of the fire with her mouth slightly open. You didn't hesitate to walk slowly away and then run towards what you assumed was the secret place you had been told about.
You ended up in a forest. You knew this forest! You had never entered it; you used to walk past it every time you went out and didn't give it more than a glance. But your past life self was very familiar with it, as you easily passed through it and knew exactly where to go.
There she was, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with her long hair falling around her shoulders, covering her face a little.
"I do beg thy pardon for this day, my mother is a witless fool," was the first thing you said to her.
She got up animatedly and kissed your cheek. "It is naught I am not accustomed to," the blonde held your shoulders and caressed this area slowly, "what engenders remorse within me is that because of me, she compels thee to scrub every nook and cranny of thy dwelling, she forces thee to prepare meals for thy parents and all seven of thy siblings, she obligates thee to embroider..." she confessed, with a look that was modernly known as puppy eyes.
"Yes, but being in thy company makes it all worthwhile," you reassured her, and she smiled. The beautiful moonlight allowed you to see her pale face, which had acquired a bright red in her cheeks. At that moment, you felt an indescribable feeling for her.
"I adore thee," she replied, taking your face in both her hands and leaned down to kiss your lips.
And you didn’t think you have ever in your life, or in your lives, felt anything even slightly resembling what you were feeling as she and you were kissing in the moonlight. It was a deep adoration, one that very few were fortunate enough to experience. You loved Sarah Sanderson, and she loved you, and it was a love so strong that, despite the adversities of the cruel world, you could sneak away from time to time to be together.
"I must depart; my mother slumbers by the hearth, and I am certain one of my younger siblings shall awaken her due to their raucous play," you said, with tremendous frustration. It hurt so much to live like this, under your parents' command and resigned to conforming to the rules and not to what made you happy. Sarah made you happy; in a perfect world, you could get married and live together, but that was dreaming too far ahead. The only thing you longed for was at least to be able to see her as often as you wanted.
"Oh, I wager she reclines with her head thrown back, drooling copiously... thinkest thou her head shall detach someday?" She joked, making you laugh out loud.
"I am uncertain, and let us not even commence discussing her snoring, ugh!" You protested, and subsequently mimicked how she supposedly snored. You obviously exaggerated to make Sarah laugh, "... and when thou dost awaken her, she doth get so scared, as if thou hast not woken her up but rather resuscitated her.
The blonde was already a laughing mess, and seeing her laugh so energetically made you laugh more than because of your witticisms. So loud was your laughter that you might be singled out for being so outrageous if you were in public. That is why she introduced you to this place, to allow you to leave behind all that you were expected to be.
"Very well, I shall release thee. Tomorrow after the morning meal?" She asked, with obvious hope in her eyes.
You nodded.
"Thou mayest count on it, my beloved."
You gave each other a short but passionate kiss and walked in the opposite direction. The walk consisted of constant sighs and giggles thanks to the little encounter your darling and you had. She was a beautiful escape from the real world you had to face, the only real thing you knew, that spark of spontaneity in the midst of the monotony.
Arriving home, you didn't find your mother in the same place, only to find both parents in your room as you made your way to your room. In this room, there were two beds in addition to yours, where two of your siblings were resting. You could tell they were sisters.
"Whence didst thou wander?" The man asked. He was frighteningly tall, and his commanding voice gave you chills. Maybe your mother was just taking not-so-drastic measures like assigning you chores and reprimanding you; on the other hand, your father was apparently the worst of them all.
"For a stroll, to clear my mind," you replied, so calmly that even you believed it.
"Curious, one of our neighbors didst witness thee entering the woods."
You decided not to talk anymore. That forest was considered forbidden; no one besides the Sandersons ventured into it, and whoever did, didn't come back. It was a serious thing that you did return, and the only explanation was the one they both already knew; you had gone to see Sarah.
"Considering the fact that thou showest no improvement and dost rebel, despite all the effort I make, we shall send thee away. A carriage shall arrive today and convey thee to a place where thou shalt be taught to straighten up," your mother said. "In addition, thou shalt contract marriage, for it is high time."
A cold chill ran down your back, and you involuntarily took a few steps backward until you stumbled into a bed. The thought of being separated from Sarah was what you feared most, and they made it happen. You didn't want to get married; you didn't want to spend your whole life taking care of a husband you did not love, let alone have children with him. You were in love, and all you wanted was to be with her. How cruel it was to take away your happiness!
"No, no, no, no, I… I... I... she... I..." You stammered, unable to formulate correctly. Your mind was struggling superhumanly to find the right words that could convince them to let you see her.
Five, four, three, two, one...
"Wake up!"
You opened your eyes, and your vision was blurred; your face was soaked. You had cried uncontrollably, and that alarmed the psychiatrist.
"Now I understand everything. Sarah Sanderson was my girlfriend, or I don't know what to call it, but we were in love, and I couldn't prevent my parents from separating me from her," you concluded, once you had calmed down enough.
It hurt you deeply to think what happened next. Maybe Sarah thought you had abandoned her, or she found out you had been sent away. You didn't know if you ever met again, but one thing you knew for sure, you found out that both she and her sisters were killed, and it scarred you forever.
***
Time slipped through your fingers like a handful of sand, disemboguing and being dragged by the strong air along the way, but ending up in the same place: an endless desert full of that same sand.
At first, it wasn't like that. At first, that handful of sand wouldn't escape from your hands, and no matter how hard you tried to let go, somehow the sand engulfed you and got between your clothes and your shoes, making it invasive, unbearable, painful.
By this, it can be implied that you were indeed able to relive in the last regressions how you were taken away and married to someone you didn't love, which was something most people went through at the time, nothing new. This affected you a lot because you were in love, but not with the person who woke up next to you every morning, and you could feel very strongly that there wasn't a day that went by that you didn't wish it was her instead. Also, you hated the imposed system, and even without knowing how, you met the Sanderson sisters and admired them for completely opposing it. You didn't have any idea how you fell in love with Sarah or how she fell in love with you. You supposed in another regression you would have the opportunity to find out; all you knew was that you didn't achieve anything, and in each regression more and more years went by, but this time you went back to where you never imagined you would see again.
You clung to the idea that you went back because you were finally given the chance to be free. Probably your husband died and left you his money, which you didn't know if it was too much or too little, or maybe you decided to run away, which you doubted, otherwise you wouldn't have waited so long.
You were alone in a carriage heading in the direction of what you hoped was the Sandersons' house. Your hands were sweaty, and your breathing was quick, as if you had run all the way from what was supposed to be your home to Salem.
However, you were very surprised to have arrived at the cottage where you were living cramped with your parents and seven siblings. You didn't know anything about who you were and how the mind of your former-life self worked, but at this point, you wouldn't even consider passing by that place to see the two people who caused this misfortune.
In a bed, there was resting an older man, but he was not your father; he was still too young for that. His skin was as pale as snow, beads of sweat adorned his face, and dark circles circled his eyes. So someone was sick, someone too dear to you, because just a simple look was enough for you to turn your back to him and then start crying your heart out.
"I am overjoyed to witness thy presence, likewise," in his weak voice, he said wryly.
He reminded you so much of your best friend, always making jokes even in moments where laughing was the last thing you needed to do. And you were probably seeing your friend in his past life! Fate was kind enough to bring you together as best friends in this life, however, not so kind as to allow that to happen with the love of your life.
"Oh, my reckless brother, what impertinence to find amusement in such a circumstance," you reprimanded him, and he took a deep breath.
"May my final days be filled with laughter and tranquility," his optimism was admirable.
"May thy last days be free from remorse, and may thy family remember thee as the exceptional father and husband that thou art," you agreed.
"Mother, couldst thou grant us a moment alone? Shouldst thou attempt to eavesdrop behind the door, we shall be made aware," he warned, to your mother who was silently observing the interaction. She nodded, somewhat indignantly but proceeded to withdraw. Matthew patted a space on his bed, inviting you to sit down to which you agreed, "it is ironic that thou should make mention of regret when, from thy letters, I perceive that thou art yet to experience much of what life has to offer."
You remained silent for at least a minute, before replying, "Besides thee, Sarah was the only one with whom I felt the freedom to be myself, and she gave me the experience of genuine love. Thou didst want all that for me, and if only our parents had desired the same, I..." you didn't finish speaking; you just surrendered to his chest as you sobbed. He clung to you and stroked your hair, giving you the space to let out everything that had been stuck in your throat for years.
Matthew knew everything then, and he understood your frustration at what you had to live with just to fit into a society that wouldn't bat an eye at you for a second if not to criticize. What a treasure of a man to be from that era; this beautiful connection definitely had to transcend for more lifetimes.
"Pray thee, go to the Sanderson's abode anon, and promise me that I may depart with the peace of mind that thou hast ventured all to find happiness with Sarah," he asked, leaving you speechless.
It was so easy to lie and tell him that you would do it just so he wouldn't worry and would "go in peace," but you were not that kind of person. You knew yourself well enough to know that you were committed and selfless; both aspects would be affected if you didn't do what he asked you to do. But you were talking about something that would eventually doom you! Your husband, seeing that you wouldn't come, would look everywhere for you until he found you and forced you to come back. Or your parents would, as they also wrongly believed they had that right over you when they weren't in a position to command you that much either.
"I doth promise that I shall go to the abode of the Sandersons and profess my love for Sarah. Even if I must fight with all my might, I shall not be parted from my beloved," you finally promised him.
You stood up and wiped the remaining tears from your face, then kissed his forehead and clung to him for what might be the last time. Uncertainty was your worst enemy, and it was best to make the most of every little moment.
"I adore thee, little scoundrel," he gave you a smile, to which you responded weakly.
"Likewise, thou fool."
Leaving the room, you made your way towards the carriage, not caring at all where your mother had gone; you didn't intend to exchange any more words with her anyway. You were going to fulfill your promise immediately, and from this moment on, you were about to live in earnest, to leave behind everything you knew and awaken to a new horizon.
Once you were in that house, you took a deep breath of air and with slow but sure steps, you headed for the front door.
Knock, knock, knock...
No answer.
Again.
Knock, knock, knock...
Still nothing.
"They be not present," you heard a voice very close, making you startle and scream. Damn it! You were so scared to be seen here, especially by your parents, and for someone to have addressed you was so inopportune.
You looked around until, on top of one of the wooden boxes, you found a black cat watching you with relief. There was no human trace anywhere, but you swore someone had spoken to you.
"Oh, little one," you laughed lightly, "spakest thou unto me? I would be deemed insane if..."
"Nay, thou wouldst be deemed insane if thou stayed here any longer," interrupted you the cat.
You knew about Thackery Binx; anyone who had read about Salem's most prominent witches knew about him. However, it was obvious that your former-life self was unfamiliar with a talking cat because the screams you let out as soon as you knew the cat was talking to you were probably heard all over the country.
"Did the Sandersons adopteth a feline and gave it the power of speech? How perverse! I wager it was Sarah. She would oft say that we should adopt one if we..." You paused for a moment, and shook your head to stop your ramblings. You were there with a purpose. "Knowest thou where they art?"
He jumped up to get down from his seat and stood in front of you.
"Verily, they were hanged after they had taken my little sister. When I attempted to thwart them, they turned me into this," he replied, lowering his gaze, and somehow, his facial expressions were very well marked.
"Art thou referring to Sarah, Winnifred, and Mary? Themselves?" Your voice trembled, and you began to breathe shakily with your mouth open. "Nay... they merely punish those who meddle with them, they cannot perform such a heinous act," you denied, as if twenty years hadn't been long enough for the version you had of them, especially Sarah, to fade as greed whispered in their ears, tempting them to sacrifice everything to be powerful and young.
But Thackery Binx said nothing, and you seemed to give the matter a lot of thought because you didn't flinch at all either, perhaps refusing to accept that the Sarah you fell in love with had been replaced by a ruthless, selfish witch, "Sarah did this to thee as well?"
"All three of them were culpable in this madness," he confirmed.
"Winnifred is a bossy one who doth nothing but order her sisters around and insult them, I think her capable of worse; Mary is much more docile, I still think her capable of this, but Sarah... Sarah, the love of my life," you paused for a moment, to proceed to sit on the bleachers that stood at the entrance. "She, whom I have comforted for so many nights as her elder sister's words wounded her pure and beautiful heart. She, who loved to bake and looked adorable with flour on her face. She, who blushed and bit her lip at the slightest kind words. She, who read stories to me every night and used to narrate in an overly dramatic way. I remember she used to criticize me for not reading to her as well as she would like." You snorted, in the form of a laugh full of sorrow, and regret for having let go of all that being with Sarah Sanderson entailed, which was nothing but bliss in all its forms.
You had lost her to the hanging that caused her death, but you had already lost her without knowing it, and you missed a version of her that had surely ceased to exist way before this.
"I humbly beg thy forgiveness," Thackery Binx placed her furry paw on your lap. If you weren't so sad witnessing the suffering you went through, you might have laughed at it.
And yet, it wasn't just Sarah's death that caused this pain to travel inside your soul for three centuries, it was learning that the real loss wasn't really due to death, it was due to the cruel life, it was the inevitable course of years, it was the fear.
"May thy soul find peace, and mine shall find its own."
"NO, PRITHEE WAIT..."
Everything went black.
And you woke up by your own in the psychiatrist's office, with beads of sweat running down your forehead and your back was so drenched in sweat too that your blouse was sticking to your skin. You did not get to see with what exactly you took your own life, but it was a fact that you did.
What happened next, you wondered, did your brother Matthew find out about it, or he never did? Did your parents regret for a moment the miserable life they forced you to live? Although, if you had been a quarter as brave as Sarah was, you would have lived a full life by her side, but you gave up during the first real challenge that came your way.
You knew enough about what had happened, your most urgent questions were answered, and most importantly, you had discovered who your soulmate was, whose transcendence was not equal to your own.
This was a sacred moment, where you were one of the few fortunate people presented with the opportunity to know their past life mistakes, to make amends, to break the chain of suffering your soul had been subjected to for dozens of lifetimes. You knew exactly what to do. You had no intention of waiting any longer.
So palpable was the yearning to do what your self of three centuries ago would have given anything to achieve, which was to have the courage to love Sarah Sanderson the way she loved you; passionately and without fear. If she was as meant for you as, from the depths of your being, you knew she was, what you were about to do was going to work.
And there you were, after three months of hard work, you had made your very own black flame candle. Not only was it about dedication to the smallest detail, it was also about being patient enough for the required moment to arrive; a full moon on a Halloween night. You thought those months would feel like an eternity, and that making a candle would be no big deal. Oh, but it was, you even thought you wouldn't be able to finish by Halloween night and would have to wait another long year. However, as you said before, if you were destined to be reunited with Sarah, the universe would work in your favor.
"All right, it's time," you found yourself sitting in the middle of the woods, the exact same spot where your beloved and you used to sneak off to so long ago. You knew that, finding yourself here, you were going to feel a huge wave of nostalgia, but you were calm because you knew the reason. "I owe all this to you, Book. I didn't think you would believe me when I came to implore your help, but you already knew my soul even though it was in one of the many bodies it has passed through. And I hope Sarah feels it too... and what am I doing talking to a book? I'm losing my mind," Book glared at you with his one eye, which made you laugh. "I'm sorry, you have to admit it's weird. Still, none of this would be possible if it weren't for you."
You sighed deeply.
You were about to perform a reunion that would mark a before and after in the course of your eternal soul. It was time. The full moon was shining, as if even she knew how big this was, and after so much effort, everything happened as it should.
You took a match, and lit the candle. Its flame immediately took on a black color, as it was set to. The next thing that happened was terrifying, for everything beneath you began to tremble with tremendous force, so much so that you thought a crack would open up in the ground big enough to send you straight into the subsoil. This stopped after a few moments.
Silence ensued, as did fear, had you done something wrong? Did you summon something else? Or in the more sceptical case, there just happened to be an earthquake at the very instant you lit the candle.
"Ha! We are returned, sisters!" A outrageous, shocked voice exclaimed, close to you but perhaps not close enough to see you. "This world is full of knaves and inquisitives; I knew it would not prove too difficult for someone to be a little of both and bring us back."
"Winnie..." It was Sarah's voice! And your heart started pounding, your breath caught immediately, and a huge smile broke out on your face.
"What?" She replied rudely.
"Dost thou sense anyone here? Someone we know, perchance," she inquired. That's when you experienced the greatest happiness that you knew only she was capable of generating within you.
The silhouettes of the three women became visible, until the moonlight allowed you to observe them clearly. And how incredible it was, to see your great love, not anymore in the depths of your subconscious, but in front of you.
"Yes, here is someone you know, who is in love enough to bring you back," you couldn't take your eyes off her. Throughout your life, you have possessed standards regarding a partner, and unknowingly, she fulfilled and surpassed absolutely all of them because these were created from someone who existed out there, who was everything you ever wished for.
"Thou... thou art not who I... do I know thee?" She had a disappointed expression on her face, maybe she was waiting to meet you, from three hundred years ago, who was probably decomposing underground somewhere.
"It's me... it's a long story, and you don't know what it took me to remember a lot of things, and maybe I need your help to remember others," you were stumbling over your own words, and it was so frustrating. You swear that all this time you were also planning what to say to her, but seeing her, it's as if your mind had become a blank mess willing only to process the beauty of the blonde standing before you.
"Thou art so witless thou mak'st me sick!" Exclaimed Winnifred, and Sarah abashedly lowered her gaze. "It is the bloody fool who abandoned thee. Same timid spirit, different body," the redhead blurted out, glaring at you with an expression that, you must confess, you deserved, though you were not entirely to blame for it.
"She's not witless," was the first thing you said. Despite everything she stated, the fact that she called Sarah that was the priority to respond to. You proceeded to walk over her, as you said, "She's loyal, smart, wonderful, and above all, much stronger and more passionate person than I will ever be," you cupped her face with both of your hands. She gasped and shivered, her green eyes wide open. "Can you feel me? It's me, my love."
She removed your hands from her face, taking you by surprise, and her features hardened, turning into the same expression of contempt her sister possessed.
"I never wish to see thee again, ever!"
***
Like those autumn leaves that fly and fall, your love was collapsing without resistance. Sarah's heart always took a thousand steps forward for every step you took, and you could not catch it. You clung to faded memories, trying unsuccessfully to restore all those lost seasons that the cruelty of time had taken from you, but you were not ready to give her up.
There was a spell, one that didn't necessarily require an act as cruel as the one they committed years ago and the one they tried to commit on Halloween. Book had shown it to you before you brought them back when you told it you didn't intend to perform the black flame candle ritual if it meant affecting innocent people. It loved the sisters too much, you knew, so it didn't take long to find an alternative. Of course, it was more complex and more thorough, nevertheless efficient.
The witches were back, and all this time, you suffered nothing but rejection and scorn whenever you tried to get close, especially from Sarah. All you needed her to do was to listen to the cries of your heart calling out to her, for a future without her was cold and terrifying.
So you found yourself at the Sanderson house again, begging for a chance. You didn't care what Winnifred and Mary thought or said to you; in the end, it was an attempt to protect their little sister. You just needed to give one last effort, one last sign that you were meant to stay together.
"I told thee I do not wish to talk, stubborn wench," the blonde answered the door this time. Those words hurt you, but meeting her was a great relief.
"Your sisters aren't home?" You asked, fiddling nervously with an envelope you were holding. In it was a long letter in which you expressed your deepest regret for the great mistake you had made in your previous life.
And the present life brought you various challenges that forced you to learn what you did not learn in your previous ones, which is not to succumb to social pressure, but instead to succumb to your own concept of happiness and stick to it. The only thing left was to be accountable to the person you let down the most and to prove to her that you could try again if she wanted you to.
"Nay," she was curt and direct. She proceeded to close the door, but before she did, you stopped it with your foot. You paid so little attention to the pain you felt once the screeching wood impacted against your shoe that nothing useful was done to reduce it.
"Do you remember what used to happen when your sisters weren't home? I don't, unfortunately," you spoke.
Her features softened slightly, and she noticed that it was perceptible to you, and it didn't take long for that resentful countenance to return. "We had the entire abode to ourselves. We enjoyed enacting the books we read as though they were theatrical productions, and we claimed dominion over the entire parlor for our performances. That is the most notable feature.”
"Well, do you want to try?" You proposed. She wasn't ready to listen to you, and the most opportune thing seemed to be to relive unforgettable experiences you went through before remembering the negatives of your journey.
And so it was that you ended up with strange artifacts in your heads, which would distinguish you among the characters you would play according to the scenes in act three of Macbeth, the play your beloved had chosen for you to dramatize.
"... full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance lives," Sarah exclaimed, and you must say her intonation was so perfect. So palpable was her passion for this art in every word that came out of her mouth. It was to be admired.
And you, for some reason, were acceptable without even having a notion of it, though not as good as her. Not surprisingly, you did it too many times back in the years, that this was more about remembering than learning from scratch.
"But in them nature's copy's not eterne," you read your own copy of the book the woman handed you. It was tucked away in a small old chest hidden under the floor of her room. There were also several sheets of paper whose color made the handwriting barely legible.
"There's comfort yet, they are assailable. Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown," she needed to read absolutely nothing. She knew every word by heart and there was not a single moment when she hesitated. It was so incredible. "His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate's summons..."
"Sister!" A voice came from outside, in the doorway, causing the blonde to stop in mid-sentence, removing what was supposed to be Macbeth's crown, and almost reflexively, you removed the ribbon from your hair, which identified you as Lady Macbeth. Both were also in the previously mentioned chest.
"Good day, dear sisters. I had thought thou wouldst tarry longer," Sarah commented, her voice a little shaky, not taking her eyes off the book in your hands. You knew at once that you had to hide it, for a reason beyond your knowledge. You put it in the small rucksack where you also placed the envelope you were about to hand her in due course.
Soon, the two sisters, Winnifred and Mary came into the house, and it was not to their liking that you were the first person they saw in their living room.
"Ugh, we cannot take a leisurely stroll for this idiot hath arrived, and our even more idiotic sister hath allowed it," Winnifred blurted out. As far as you knew, Sarah always lowered her gaze when she received hurtful insults from the redhead, this was not the case.
"Well, this idiot is the only one with whom I can be myself," she retorted. At that, a smile appeared on your face almost automatically, "This idiot is the sole person with whom I can express myself in my truest form. With whom I can share my passions without the condemnation of 'mortal nonsense.' I am more than a subordinate sibling who doth follow thy edicts. I have aspirations and dreams that extend beyond the bounds of thy dominion, and I am endowed with the full range of human emotions. A vast expanse of life, spanning the eternity, lies afore me, and at this present moment, I am awash with an abundance of love, which I no longer intend to cloak in obscurity."
Neither of her two sisters batted an eyelid in reply. As much as they tried to hide their indifference, the undeniable shock was more than explicit in their looks. And you were so proud of the way she stood up for herself.
"Then, my dearest and beloved sister, anyone who doth make thee feel as special as we have failed to do so deserveth our eternal gratitude. We humbly ask for thy forgiveness," Mary finally spoke up, "Winnie?"
Winnifred sighed and it didn't take long for her whole face to soften. "Apologies, dear sister. Thou art more than a mere little sister who must follow orders; thou art a being full of passions, aspirations, and feelings. Verily, an eternity of life awaiteth thee, and we shall do our utmost to support and cherish thee as thou pursuest thy dreams.”
With tears in her eyes, Sarah mumbled a "thank thee" along with a warm hug. Subsequently, she took your hand to lead you out of the house, her breath hitching in agitated steps.
"Where are we going?" you questioned.
"To our secret locale," she replied. How happy you were to hear that.
As soon as you arrived, the blonde stopped, and leaned down to take your face in her hands and press her lips to yours.
She didn't meet any resistance, because she was your salvation and everything you needed. That kiss was enough to make you feel back home after a challenging road full of obstacles that were worth it at the end of the day.
When she separated from you, her glowing green eyes burned your soul. The tenderness her lips possessed was unmatched. There you confirmed the fact that, even if the sky is covered with dark clouds again, you were inside an eternal dream.
"Sarah, you... I'm so sorry you left without explaining yourself to me. You weren't as brave as I was to put your happiness above other people's wishes," you began, pulling out the aforementioned envelope, but she stopped you.
"Keep it," she replied simply. "The grudge that doesn't exist was always negligible in comparison to the third part of what you bring into my life. I shall not relinquish that, for one mistake shall not shatter our bond."
"Even for another three hundred years in the future, you want to be by my side, can you be my only one?"
Her firm hands held your waist, and as an affirmative answer, you again felt the bliss of a kiss coming from her, "in truth, my dearest, on the morrow you may rest assured that our mutual company shall be cherished beyond the very conclusion of this earthly existence," she stroked your hair with a glance of adoration.
"It will be more than a pleasure, my love," you pulled out the book you were previously dramatizing. "In the meantime, shall we continue with one of our many wonderful evenings together?"
Warnings: Angst, grief, crying… but they get to hug the cat and the ending is more happy or at least hopeful
Notes: This too started out as an imagine...in theory, but is now an insert reader. Also, I apologize for all of the possible misused ' thou's and such.
Summary: The Reader was a friend of Thackery Binx, but ever since the Sanderson Sisters took Emily Binx so unnaturally, no one knows what has become of Thackery. The Reader visits the witches’ house in their wanderings and finds a black cat.
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Early in the morning, when sounds were scarce and even some of the farm animals were still resting peacefully, you were not. Through the long pale grass of the meadow, you walked. You only peered back toward the village once to check for any wandering eyes. Letting your legs carry you onward, your mind itself strayed.
Could this have been the path that dear sweet Emily took when she was lured by the witch, and too, Thackery Binx? No one had a single answer as what had become of Emily’s older brother, it bothered you.
Soon, the grassy meadow turned to woodland, and you were surrounded by trees. You walked on carefully until the house of the late Sanderson Sisters came into view as if unveiled by the trees. It was deathly still as if no creature wanted to venture near.
It had been a few days since that fateful day, and you could not think of anything else. Thackery Binx was such a dear friend of yours and—
“Aah!”
The rustle of brush and the movement of something within startled you. Though you let out a breath in relief when you saw what it was.
“Thou hast given me a fright,” you laughed at the black cat.
He meowed up at you with the kindest eyes.
“And what art thou doing over here all alone?” You asked, watching as he approached your legs, rubbing up against your skirt briefly. “Though, who am I to judge? Worry not, I’m not going to enter that house, and I do not think you should either.”
Taking a seat on a nearby rock, so too did the cat, jumping up to join you.
“Thou art a sweet one, aren’t you?” You praised, petting the top of his head gently as he nuzzled your palm. “I do not usually walk such a distance from home. Especially into the woods. But I fear that I have been troubled as of late,” you began to explain to the well attentive feline. “Elijah was the last to see my friend, Thackery. He ran off to save his sister, Emily from the three foul witches that lived here……I miss him terribly, and Emily, of course. I do not wish such a fate on anyone.” You paused, feeling the prickle of tears beginning to pool around your eyes. “Oh, I wish Thackery were here,” you sobbed. “How could he disappear? Surely the witches did not have that kind of power.”
As the tears spilled over, the cat began to mew and nudge you with his head. Taking him up into your arms, you hugged him closely, hearing his soft sounds until your sobs subsided and you collected yourself.
Looking the cat in the eyes, you said, “You are a great listener.”
He held eye contact, as if he truly was.
“How would thou like to live with me? I’ll giveth you a loving home and you can keep away any…critters. How does that sound?”
The black cat proceeded to meow softly up at you, placing a paw atop your hand.
“Then it is settled,” you smiled. “Now, all thou needs is a name.”
Though the cat could not replace your heartache, he could surely comfort you through your time of grief.
You're Still Beautiful to Me (Sarah Sanderson x reader)
Description: you had prepared for Sarah to be upset when you told her you were a guy, but her reaction ends up being the complete opposite to what you'd thought it'd be
A/n: I know a lot of the queer girlies have been writing some wlw fics with Sarah, and while I love those I've been feeling kind of dysphoric lately so I've decided to write one where the reader is a trans guy coming out to her instead. Enjoy 😌✌
Warnings: modern au where the sisters were brought back but didn't die (also they don't eat the souls of children anymore btw if you liked them better when they did then I'm sorry), transmasc reader, coming out insecurities, Sarah is pretty heavily implied to be on the bisexual spectrum (and she might also be slightly out of character since I've never written for her before)
Today was the day. You were finally going to do it. You were going to tell your girlfriend you were trans.
Of course, since she was from another century, you'd most likely have to word it more in a way she'd understand, but that was besides the point.
When you arrived at the small cottage she live in with her sisters, you found that she was outside, frolicking in the grass.
"Amok, amok, amok, amok, amok," she said to herself over and over again, dancing about as she did so.
"Hey, Sarah," you called out, greeting her.
Her face immediately lit up the moment she heard your voice, and she traipsed over to where you were, wearing the biggest grin while she did so.
"Hi, sweetie!" Sarah waved at you, giving you a hug before she began happily bouncing around the yard.
You watched her with a smile, having to mentally remind yourself why you were there in the first place.
"Sarah, I have something important I need to tell you."
"What is it?" She only paused her excited jumping momentarily, letting you know you had caught her attention before she started bouncing around again. "What is it?" She repeated. "Tell me, tell me, pleaseee."
You let out a somewhat nervous laugh at her silly shenanigans before continuing. "It's about... it's about me, and who I am."
"Oh?" She looked at you quizzically while tilting her head.
"I, um, I don't think I'm a girl anymore, actually. I think I'm a guy. I hope you're okay with that." You closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for her reaction. It was quiet for a second, before you heard her give out a very loud exclamation of joy.
"Yippee!"
You opened your eyes to see Sarah doing cartwheels all around you.
"Wait, you're- you're okay with it?"
"Of course I'm okay with it, silly!" She insisted, stopping in front of you. "This just means that now instead of having a super awesome girlfriend, I have a super awesome boyfriend!" She giggled. "Either way, you're still beautiful to me."
You gave her a heartfelt smile. "Aw, thanks, hun."
She squealed again before wrapping you in the biggest bear hug ever. "I love the twenty first century! We never got the chance to change our genders back in the olden times!"
Laughing, you hugged her back. "I'm just glad you accept me for who I am, unlike some people."
She let go of you, looking at you with a somewhat serious expression on her face, which was incredibly rare for her. "What people? What kind of people don't accept you? Just tell me who they are, and then I can go get Winnie and Mary to help me deal with them for you."
"Sarah, no. We've talked about this, you can't just use your magic on every single person who upsets you," you gently scolded her.
"Sarah, yes," she grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Sarah, no."
"Aw, but- it's fun," she pouted at you in an attempt to get you to change your mind.
You simply shook your head at her in disbelief. "What are earth am I going to do with you?" You playfully asked.
"Love me to bits," she responded before giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
And indeed, you did.
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{Divider by @silkholland}
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Honestly, can’t get enough of my obsession with HP1 and HP2, and there isn’t enough Sarah Sanderson x reader fanfics so...
This prompt is based on a video that I saw on YouTube (or Twitter idk) of Sarah Jessica Parker trick or treating with little kids. I pictured Sarah perfectly in this scenario!
This is kinda more cute than the first one, here we go!
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Prompt: It’s Halloween again. And you are supposed to make this night count for you and your dearest girlfriend, Sarah.
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"Oh Lucif'r, but is't possible yond coequal on Halloween i wonneth't has't peace?!"
Winifred groaned nervously before opening the door for you. Your eyes looked the red-haired witch up and down, a little disappointed that your girlfriend wasn't waiting for you at the door like she promised she would.
"Come in, mortal idiot," Winifred said, trying - in her own way - to be kind. You looked at her again and nodded, stepping into the Sanderson Sisters' old house with the same smile on your face. Suddenly, the red-haired witch was behind you, the high-pitched voice rang in your ear. “SARAH! YOUR DEADLY GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!”
“I'm not a mortal girlfriend,” you replied, whispering. Your eyes darted up the stairs, spotting Sarah as she descended, in the company of her inseparable sister Mary, who, unlike Winifred, seemed to like you. “Sarah, hi!”
“(Y\NN)!” she yelled, coming towards you and jumping into your arms, her hands cupping your face and kissing your lips carefully. “I did miss thee, I did miss thee so much!”, she smiled. “Alright, I know we saw each other yesterday, but still, I MISSED THEE!”
You laughed. “I missed you too, my love.”
“Where are we going today?” she asked, curious.
Your eyes flicked to Mary and Winifred, who were staring at the two of you with very different expressions. Without thinking too much, you took Sarah by the hand again and led her towards the door.
“It's a surprise,” you explained, your voice lowered on purpose.
“Sounds perfect!” Sarah said, laughing. “I love surprises!”
It was already customary for you to do some kind of ritual to be able to leave the Sanderson house in the right way. You imitated a noble gentleman from the 1600s, curtsying so Sarah could pass first. She would nod and pass first, then hold out her hand for you to take. It was also customary for the other two to keep spying on you.
Mary usually did it on Winifred's orders, but that didn't really matter.
“Please don't come back late!” the eldest shouted from the window, and you smiled. Poor Winnie, she was dying of jealousy and worry for her little sister, even though she was never able to admit those two things.
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"We already came here yesterday, what are we doing at thy house again?"
You smiled, opening the door to your house calmly. Your eyes roamed the small but comfortable rooms and glanced in Sarah's direction just to see if she was following. You cleared your throat, hoping she'd get your idea of the perfect date.
“So today is Halloween,” you began, voice low and controlled. “And I thought, as is tradition, you and I could hand out candy to the kids who are going to be passing by in a few minutes, you know?”
Sarah looked at you, tilting her head a little.
“Thou mean the little devils dressed up as ugly things?”
“Yeah, I think I do,” you laughed at the question, finding your girlfriend incredibly adorable. “What do you think? Then we can go out and get candy ourselves. It's just that I find it kind of hard for adults to give us candy at our age, so..."
She didn't seem to show any reaction, but she did seem to be tense with what you had just said. Calmly, you picked up the pumpkin basket you had made to hold the candy and looked at it.
“Sarah, love? Say something, please.”
"I don't know, it's going to sound stupid, but..." she whispered, scratching the back of her neck and ducking her head. "I'm kind of afraid of little devils dressed up as ugly things..." she said quickly. “I mean, don't get me wrong, (Y\NN), I know that Halloween for you guys is the date you celebrate the existence of witches like me, and the date that the most appetizing, life-giving children see costumed devils, but..."
You caught yourself smiling. I'd never imagined a thing Sarah was afraid of, actually. In your mind, witches like her were never afraid of anything, not even the worst children, as they would face any obstacle to steal their lives.
But it was cute, and it was funny to see your girlfriend being human and taking on the things that scared her the most in this huge world.
“It won't sound stupid, love, don't worry,” you replied, trying to cheer her up. "Stay calm. I'll make your Halloween day amazing, I promise. The costumed devils are going to be adorable, I swear it!”, you took her by the hand. "Here, I made you a pumpkin basket too!"
She picked up the object and examined it calmly. “What am I supposed to keep in here? The potion to steal the souls of children?”
You smiled and kissed her cheek. “No, silly. Put the sweets in your basket, and we'll get plenty more when we're done sharing with the little monsters...”
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You were sitting on the steps outside your house first, as the kids would come by quickly to ask for sweets. Sarah was visibly curious and anxious about this moment, as she kept looking at the sweets in the basket as if they were new. You'd forgotten, for a minute, that they were as new to her as they were to you.
“Look, love, a jelly worm!” she would say excitedly. “Well, I've never tasted any real worms, let alone gelatin, but it looks colorful and delicious, don't thee think?” she looked at you quickly before reaching into her candy basket and looking for something. “No jelly spiders? Or a real spider, perhaps?”
"No Sarah, this year I unfortunately didn't find any spiders," you said, laughing. “But you have to taste the chocolates, baby, really!”
She looked a lot more excited now, examining the basket more carefully. Suddenly, a child dressed as an astronaut appeared, accompanied by another crowd in ET costumes. You smiled and looked at Sarah, hoping she knew what to do.
“Trick or treat?” the children said, and she looked shocked.
“Now you have to give them a candy, one or more,” you explained, taking two candies and a huge chocolate from your basket. She took any and threw them into the boys' baskets, a little confused. “Very well, Sarah.”
“Did I make it?” she asked, whispering. “Did I really make it?”
You nodded, smiling. And turned to the children. “Happy Halloween, guys!”
The astronaut and his ETs left quickly, and a few more children came to you. Some recognized Sarah's fantasy, but believed she was just someone imitating the real Sarah Sanderson, as she always did. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her fear and anxiety slip away as she shared the sweets with the kids, and felt your chest swell with happiness at it.
“Once, the first time we found out that All Hallow's Eve had become Halloween,” Sarah explained, eating a huge bar of chocolate while waiting for other kids, “my sisters and I saw a little girl dressed as… angel… ”, she shivered as she said this. “Damn, that was horrible! And she even blessed me, believe me, (Y\NN)! I think I've been scared of Halloween ever since..."
You raised an eyebrow, amused. "I can imagine...", you laughed to yourself. “Winnie must almost had a heart attack, no?”
“She shook more with fear than I did, that crazy girl,” Sarah whispered. “But please don't tell her I told you, love. It stays like a secret.”
You two linked your fingers together and laughed together. Not long ago, you had taught Sarah how to make a pinky promise, and she had loved the game, even if it wasn't really a game.
A short time later, three children of different sizes walked up to you. Sarah's eyes widened and you went into a state of alert. The three children marched up to you, and asked the main question. Only then did you notice why Sarah was so scared.
“It's us!” she said, a little confused. “Winnie, Mary and me!”
"You're right, it's you...", you laughed, handing candy to the three Sanderson sisters. “And they're really pretty, you know?” Sarah nodded. “Hey kids, I think it was a great choice. I adore the Sanderson sisters!”
Sarah looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Are you really Sarah Sanderson?” the little girl dressed as Mary, who must have been about ten at the most, asked Sarah, who nodded, handing her a candy. "Wow! That looks cool!”
"Yeah, it’s cool, I think..." Sarah whispered. "It's nice to see people love us."
“She's not the real Sarah Sanderson, Georgia, can't you see?” the older sister, who was dressed as Winnie, whispered. “It's just a goddamn fantasy. Now come on, Mom doesn’t want to see us far away!”
Sarah stood up, watching Georgia and the sisters leave. She was going to try to prove to the bigger girl that she was the real Sarah, but you stopped her with your arm and a “not worth it” look.
"I swear if this girl doesn't get big by the sun rises, I'll lure her with my singing!" Sarah swore under her breath. You thought that was adorable, but she didn't seem to be amused. “Seriously, (Y\N), I felt bad for Georgia!”
“Winnie being Winnie,” you joked, to get a laugh out of her, and it worked.
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"Can we go out for Halloween more often?"
You smiled, opening the door to the Sanderson house, almost for daybreak. Sarah came in but turned to you and smiled, putting her arm around you.
“You mean you've lost your fear?”, you asked, in a playful tone.
“Yeah, I think I lost it,” she realized, and smiled again. "It saw? I lost my fear of Halloween! Winnie won't believe me when I tell her!”
"Tell what?"
You turned around, walking back a little in fear of the scolding. Sarah looked at her sister, then at you, and then at her again, smiling more and more radiantly. “(Y\NN) took me to Halloween night! We had so much fun and I lost my fear of those kids in costumes!”
Winifred raised her eyebrow. “Is this serious?”
You shrugged, chuckling softly. “We saw the Sanderson sisters everywhere, you know? I think the people in Salem love you,” you turned to Mary. "You know, you should try going to Halloween next time, it would be nice to bring the whole family together..."
“FAMILY?” Winifred scolded, and closed the door in her face. As you walked away in a fit of laughter, I could hear her cursing her family and cursing you for making Sarah a little dumber than she already was.
After all, you considered the Sanderson sisters your family, even though they had considerable problems with you...
I might start doing requests for hocus pocus (mainly the original, I didn’t really like the remake) so if anyone is interested in that please send some requests in :)
You were supposed to be mine (Mary x Werewolf!Reader)
a/n: first time writting for Mary, hope she’s not too ooc
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She always knew that there was something there, hidden among the trees, in the cold wind that caressed her, in the blackness of the night. Something that always knew where she was, something that saw her. But she never really cared for it.
Winnie said they were just stupid hallucinations and nothing could hurt her or Sarah anyway, not while she was there, especially now that her father's beloved book had been passed down to her.
Her older sister could be cruel and rough with them at times, but she was always ready to protect them, especially her, who was always her favorite sister (although they wouldn't tell Sarah). But even Winnie's magical protection couldn't make the feeling of being watched go away.
Mary felt it all the time. Whenever she went to the forest to collect ingredients for potions, something would see her between the trees, or when she was cooking, the feeling that there was someone outside the window would come over her. No matter what she was doing, she knew that she was never alone.
However, she was never able to find traces of anyone...or anything. Over time, she learned to ignore it, to act as if it didn’t affect her at all. She was one of the most powerful witches of all time, not to mention Winifred’s presence, who would be stupid enough to even try to hurt her?
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But you didn’t want to hurt her, not at all.
Since you were born, you knew there was someone destined to be your mate, someone whose soul was tied to yours even centuries before any of you were born. It was the nature of your kind, how things should be. The pack depended on every werewolf to find their other half, in order to keep growing, protected, and united.
When you turned 18, your father took you to the forest, where you would finally get the blessing of hunting, a privilege only adult wolves were allowed. You made a promise that night, you promised to find good prey, something big enough to feed the pack all week, and to find the first traces of the bond that tied you to your mate.
You were successful on both.
You returned with three male deer and your father greeted you with a proud smile on his face. But you didn’t smile back. After giving the deer to the council, you looked down and whispered to your father the secret you’d carry since then: you were tied…to a witch.
To say that it was a chaotic night, would be an understatement. The adults tried to keep the children’s attention on the feast that you had brought, but the council was confused and disturbed. For someone to have a mate from a different species wasn’t uncommon, a lot of times, humans had to be converted in order to keep the bond. But to have a bond with another magical creature? Even more, a witch?! Impossible. Witches and werewolves hated each other, more than anything because of the witches’ tendency to kill your kind to use the blood for their spells.
You didn’t know how to feel about it. You guessed having a witch mate was better than not having one at all, but a part of you knew this was big, in case the witch would agree to seal the bond (you weren’t allowed to convert other magical creatures), one of you would have to give up on their nature and be transformed into the other. You dubbed any witch would want to be a werewolf, and you didn’t think you were capable of such a thing.
But in the end, you didn’t have to make any choice. The leader of the pack, Ankor, made it for you.
“You will not hunt her” he said “You won’t get near her, you won’t even learn her name. You will live as a lonely wolf from now on”
“But the pack-” you tried to argue, shutting up when he fixed his yellow eyes on you
“We will be better off without her, it’s a sacrifice you’ll have to do for the pack, my child” he said. But then, he made a mistake, he gave you her last name “No Sanderson sister will set a foot on our land”
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It took you some time to learn who where the Sandersons. It was as if Ankor had done everything in his power to erase their existence from the pack’s memory. No one wanted to talk about them, the young part was just as confused as you and the elders seemed afraid to even mention them.
It was strange because no other witch was banned from the pack’s mouths. Elizabeth? Sure! Ask what you want! Bridget, Susannah, Rebecca, anyone you wanted! Except for the Sandersons. It was weird and only made you look like an outcast in your own pack, which hurt a little. But after some time doing your research, you managed to find someone willing to tell you why the Sandersons were special.
You see, it didn’t even have anything to do with them but their fathers. As far as the elder who talked to you about them knew, there were three sisters, each of them from the same mother but a different father. The eldest was the daughter of a powerful warlock, the younger of a simple human. But the middle one…the middle one was yours.
Born from a werewolf who broke some laws, rejected his bond, and took a witch for a mate (even if it lasted only one moon), the middle Sanderson sister had the blood of your kind running through her veins, and her soul tied to yours. It took you some time to convince the elder to give you her name.
Mary Sanderson. Your witch, your mate. And so the hunt began.
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You growled as you watched from the shadows how Winifred slapped Mary for the third time that day. You couldn’t understand how could she hurt her own blood, her own sister! But if you had learned anything from the time you had been watching the Sandersons, was that witches didn’t care for anyone but themselves, not even their own families. Maybe that was one of the reasons your kind hated them. Werewolves did everything for their packs, no matter what.
The redhead was lucky you weren’t allowed to claim your mate, because you would have broken her hands and destroyed her face a long time ago for even daring to treat the black-haired woman like garbage.
Maybe she didn't bear your mark, and probably never would, but after years of watching her from afar, hidden and silent, you had begun to develop feelings for who should have been your mate by divine right.
It was inevitable, really. Mary was an interesting creature, full of life and cute smiles, in contrast to her older sister, and not lustful like her younger sister. Even her love for food seemed cute to you and a part of you didn't believe that she belonged to the witch kind.
"She belonged with me" you thought
But then she would do things like steal children's souls or damn humans for the sheer joy of doing it and then you would feel divided because such malice was frowned upon by your kind. Werewolves hunted out of necessity, witches killed for fun.
And yet... she had a charm that made you want to protect her from everything, that made you hate Ankor for forbidding you to claim her. Something that took you further from your pack and brought you closer to her.
"You put a spell on me" you thought as you watched the witch run following her sister's orders "but you'll be mine"
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She always knew that she was not alone.
For so many years she felt observed, persecuted, and stalked. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, how hard she tried to believe Winnie that it was just her imagination, she always knew.
Just like you knew that damned book and her sister's ambition would be her downfall. After nearly getting caught by Ankor while trying to save a child from Sarah's clutches, you learned to stay out of the sisters' affairs.
No matter how many children or adults entered their perdition in the woods, you could not intervene. You had to decide between saving them and losing Mary or staying in the shadows. You didn't even doubt, you knew for years that she would always be your choice, no matter if she knew about you or not.
But not interfering had been costly. It didn't bother you to see her age, she still looked as beautiful as ever, but it hurt to see that she hadn't done it by your side (although technically werewolves stopped doing it at 35). When she rejuvenated after stealing Emily's soul, you weren't even surprised, you didn't have time.
The next blink, your witch was hanging from a tree, her hands tied and her life draining from her chest. You did not pay attention to Winifred's warning, because you doubted that any magic was powerful enough to fight death.
You prepared yourself to feel that huge void that all wolves talk about when they lose their mates, that bittersweet pain of a shared life coming to an abrupt end. You assumed the blow would be slightly weaker for you since you hadn't even marked Mary.
And yet...it never came.
You frowned and not really wanting to face the scene in front of you, slowly opened your eyes. Mary's body hung limp next to her sisters’, but the bond (or what it should be) was still there, beating inside of you.
It didn't make sense, and anyway, you were too heartbroken to try to find an explanation for it. You just walked away from there, fury coursing through your veins.
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Losing the love of your life once was terrible. Wandering the earth broken and alone was martyrdom. In the end, Ankor had found out about it all, about the years you'd spent watching Mary, and even though you'd never marked her, the council voted to call what you'd done hunting anyway, and you were expelled from the pack.
It hurt you to see the disappointment on your father's face, the sadness in your mother, and the fear in the eyes of your brothers. The anger and disgust of the rest were more bearable, and over time you got used to loneliness. But you could never forget your witch.
That's why it was a huge surprise and joy to see her again, alive, breathing, and as beautiful as ever. 300 years. 300 years and a little more, and the bond was still as strong as the first day you felt it. You didn't know how to act.
A part of you wanted to run to her, mark her as it always should have been. You no longer had a pack to protect, there was nothing binding you to prevent it. Nothing, except your own doubts and time. One night wasn't enough to make up your mind, and before you could react, the day had come, the human children and that mangy cat had won, and your witch had slipped through your fingers again.
Your only consolation was that, once again, the bond hadn't broken. You knew at that moment that Mary would return, and you would be patient, it didn’t matter if it took 300 more years, you would be there when she returned and you would not hesitate that time.
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"Who are you and why have you followed me, even after so many years?"
The witch's voice took you by surprise. You didn't expect that she could locate you in the middle of all those people, especially not in the dark. As you expected, the sisters had returned (and you were thankful that it didn’t take them 300 years old, but only 29), and you had dedicated yourself to tracking down your witch from the moment you heard those girls enter your forest with a black flame candle.
You had promised yourself that if you got her in front of you again, you would not lose her again. That you would not doubt and mark her, that you would allow her to meet the person who had silently loved her for almost 400 years... but you had not been able to find your voice or courage.
However, it seemed that your witch did know you, or at least knew of your presence in her life, and had decided that it was enough, that if you were not going to step into the light, she herself would take you out to face you.
"Who are you?" she repeated in a demanding voice
"...someone who loves you very much" you answered, suddenly feeling too small in her presence.
The idea must have seemed silly or funny because she smiled at you sarcastically, even though she still couldn't see your face. Mary looked around her, aware that Winnie would be upset if she found out that she was wasting her time when she would have to be looking for the mayor.
But you'd been an annoying presence for too long and this was a unique chance…okay, maybe not annoying, and she'd put a death hex on herself before she'd admit it out loud, but the truth was, you'd been the only truly constant thing in her life.
Winnie was kind to her one moment and ruthless the next and Sarah could be incredibly dependent on her or fucking cruel by rubbing her many lovers in her face. Her sisters were changeable, but you... you were always the same quiet, comforting presence. You had made her feel less alone for years, though you had also made her doubt her sanity on many occasions.
"What's your name?" she asked, moving closer to where she could feel you.
"...Y/N"
A werewolf wasn't supposed to tell its real name to anyone outside the pack and you knew it, but you hadn't had a pack for years, and this was the woman who should have been yours.
"Y/N" she repeated, sending a shiver down your spine at her way of saying it "...nice name for a shadow"
"I'm not a shadow" you said
"You were to me for years" she countered "who are you and why do you follow me?" she asked again
"I am someone who has loved you for years" you repeated, evading the second question
"Loved?" she laughed "do you love me?"
"More than you can imagine"
"Prove it"
"Excuse me?"
"Prove it"
You looked at her from the night for a moment, analyzing the way she was standing, staring at where she thought you were. Her words and her tone of voice were mocking, but the way she played with the edge of her cloak and her racing pulse told you there was something else.
She really wasn't used to someone saying those words to her, and a feeling of guilt washed over you for not having been brave enough to say them years ago.
"I was there from the beginning" you said "I never approved of any of your plans, but I never intervened. I allowed you to steal lives for years because they were insignificant sacrifices compared to your happiness. I protected you from as many witch hunters as I could, I lost my family for you... I have waited for you for 329 years, I don't know what more proof you need"
Mary frowned for a moment, analyzing your words. Unlike you, she didn't have a face in front of her that she could analyze, so she had to rely only on your voice. Fortunately, you hadn't told a single lie, and she was quick to catch on.
"...And why have you gone to so much trouble?" she asked "I don't even know you to deserve such faithful devotion"
"You're right, you don't" you said "but I still had to do it"
"Why?"
You took a deep breath and slowly stepped out of the shadows, allowing her to finally see you. The witch took a few seconds to admire you, and she gasped silently as she watched your eyes turn yellow. You didn't give her time to react, and you let your wolf take control.
You took her face firmly, but without hurting her, delighting in the sensation of finally being able to touch her, of feeling her skin under your fingers after centuries of silent desires. You leaned over her, smiling as her cheeks flushed with color from your closeness and you whispered in her ear.
"Because you were supposed to be mine, Mary Sanderson"
