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frost-queen · 6 months

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Witches hour (Reader x Ambrose Spellman)

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Summary: You are but a mortal friend of the Spellman's, working with Hilda in her shop as you become off interest to the Weird sisters and one wicked boy. They find it funny to scare you till it gets out of hand and you get hurt. Afraid and frightend you run to the Spellman's because you are too scared to be alone. Ambrose comforts you and considers to tell you magic is real and how he feels about you.

“Ambrose.” – you called out as he was blocking your way in the small row between shelves. He chuckled leaning with his arm on top of the shelves. – “I’m just standing here.” – he answered smiley. – “Yes in my way.” – you laughed out picking a book from the few books you were carrying. With a small novel you hit Ambrose against his shoulder. It startled him making him flinch. – “You know how much your aunt hates you slouching against her books.” – you said teasingly. Ambrose smiled sheepishly, rubbing his arm as you moved past him. You went to the next row to set the books you were carrying away. Noticing Ambrose had followed you. – “Shouldn’t you be at home helping your aunt Zelda?” – you questioned.

Ambrose pulled his shoulders up. – “Maybe?” – he replied mischievous. – “Wait till your aunt Hilda sees you here.” – you joked out. – “Alright, alright you sure can pester one way.” – Ambrose answered bothered as it made you laugh loud. – “Now go.” – you said slapping another book playfully at him. Ambrose moved his hands up, backing out of the row. – “Go.” – you mouthed laughable to him, seeing him linger. Looking over your shoulder you looked to see if Hilda was coming out of the back door or not. Ambrose exited with a grand gesture making you laugh loud. You kept laughing till you heard Hilda’s footsteps. She had come out of the back area carrying a box.

“Was.. was that Ambrose?” – she questioned seeing the last of a shim disappear into the night. – “Sure not, Ambrose is at home as he is supposed to.” – you told her with a cheeky smile. Aunt Hilda quirked her eyebrow up but was gullible enough to believe you. – “I’m just going to set this box away and we can start locking up for tonight.” – Hilda spoke showing the box your way. You hummed loud in response. Hilda left as you continued to stock the few remaining books away in your hand. On top of a shelf laid pumpkin lights as you smiled upon them. You blinked confused seeing a pumpkin light flicker. It was so briefly you weren’t sure if it was a trick of the eye or true. The lights appearing normal now. Leaning in closer you stared at the pumpkin light.

From the corner of your eye, you saw another pumpkin light flicker. Turning your head you saw it flicker clear as day. More lights started to flicker making you be stunned at bit, not knowing what to do. Then the flickering stopped, all the lights turned off from itself. Curious and confused you leaned closer once more, pointing your finger out to tap the light. The moment your finger touched the light you saw a scarier face appear on the light. It had scared you so much you dropped the book in your hand, jumping back against the bookcase behind you.

“Everything alright Y/n?” – Hilda asked lifting her head up from across the shop near the window. Looking back at the lights, they were normal again. – “Yes… everything is alright.” – you answered to pick up the fallen book. You quickly put it away. Meeting up with Hilda, you said your goodbye’s. – “See you tomorrow Y/n.” – she spoke giving you a hug. – “Happy spooky season.” – you called back to her, waving your goodbyes, knowing how much Hilda loved the spooky season of October. Only a few days till it would Halloween.

A cold breeze would creep up on you once you were outside. Leaves dancing in circles on the ground carried by the wind’s orchestra. Looking up to the night sky you saw a crescent moon. You started walking home in the dark of night. The trees rustling as a breeze swept underneath your coat sending your scarf up. It caught you off guard making you turn a bit around as if someone had touched you without permission. Your eyes went slowly up seeing a figure stand at the end of the street. Lighted up by a streetlight. It came you the chills. A loud scream carried away by the wind made you cover up your ears and duck down. Looking back up the shadow was gone. Panting and frightened you turned around only to be met up with the shadow.

You screamed your lungs out, swaying your arms around and take a run for it. You started running for your life, wondering if you had seen too many scary movies last night with Sabrina, Theo, Harvie and Rosie. That must be it. Your mind was still thinking about the scary movies you had seen. A dog barked loud making you jump away, picking up more speed to hurry up home. Out of breath you reached your house, hurrying to get the keys. Panicking his much you dropped them.

Scrambling to get them, your hand shook as you tried to stick the key in the keyhole. With one last scream of feeling rushed, you opened the door jumping inside. Without looking back, you shut the door behind you. Locking it immediately. Switching on the lights you felt more at ease. You jumped out of your skin seeing three girls in your living room. One of them sitting down, the other two sitting each on a side. – “Well hello mortal.” – the one in the middle purred out while checking out her nails.

“Who are you?” – you asked loudly. – “What are you doing in my house!” – The girl that sat clicked her tongue swaying her finger to the side. – “We’re but friends mortal.” – she slowly got up. – “Shall we play a game?” – she asked not expecting an answer from you. – “This one is called.” – the redhead on her left said. – “Hide and scream.” – the black-haired girl on her right filled in. With the snap of a finger went the power off. You squealed loud at the sudden darkness. – “Now run!” – A loud whisper filled your ears coming from behind. Lightning stuck all of the sudden, lighting up the room. You screamed loud seeing that the girl’s faces had become horrifying. Almost demonic. You started running for your life up the stairs. Hearing their loud giggling and cackling surround you.

You ran into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. – “Oh mortal let us in.” – one of them spoke, knocking gently on your door. Covering your mouth to silence your breathing, you backed away. – “We only want to play.” – one of the other spoke. You backed up against your bed as it startled you. A sudden grip around your ankle made your eyes widen. Before you could utter a scream you got pulled at your ankle.

Falling flat forwards, your face smacking hard against the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a boy hide underneath your bed. His face half caught by a shadow. His wicked smile reflecting against the darkness. You screamed it out, kicking your feet at him. What is going on? You thought. Rushing up to your feet, you wanted to run for your door, remembering in the last second that those three girls were just outside.

The boy came crawling from under your bed. Your eyes stood wide with fright, pressed against the door. He started to rise his hands as fire light up from your flooring. Forming a circle around you. You screamed it out as he could only laugh. What kind of witchcraft was this? Your head was spinning trying to process the magic just happening in your room while trying to deal with the fear. – “Leave me alone!” – you called out to him. He pouted his lips. – “But we were just making fun.” – he slashed his hand down as it made your head turn with a gasp. Feeling a sting on your cheek.

With trembling hands you went to touch it. Fingers stained with blood when you looked at them. He had left a cut on your cheek. – “You’re the devil!” – you called out. – “Oh honey I assure you I’m not. I am merely a child of night.” – he answered with a grin. Not wanting stay here with him, you jumped over the fires to the back of your room. – “Oh we got a runner.” – The boy called out swiping his hand across. A force picking you up as you got flung out of the window. Glass shattering as you crashed through it. You fell onto the lower roof part of your porch, rolling over it to drop to the ground, landing in a bush.

Groaning loud you got up seeing the cuts all over your arms and legs. You got up, running for your life. Limping at bit from the fall as you didn’t want to be home alone anymore. The boy was watching you run from up your room. The three girls coming to stand beside him. – “Great you’ve chased her away.” – Dorcas said slapping his arm. Agatha sighed loud. – “Ambrose would be furious if he finds out we scared his little mortal friend.” – she spoke making Prudence roll her eyes.

“I do not care one bit for that Spellman. He should know better than to mingle with lame mortals.” – Prudence chuckled deep. – “Shame I couldn’t make her bleed more.” – the boy said with a shrug of his shoulder. Dorcas and Agatha quirking their eyebrow at him. – “We don’t want her dead you moron! We just want her scared.” – Dorcas called out. The boy rolled with his eyes not caring much.

“Ambrose!” – you shouted loud. Huffing and puffing out of breath as you reached the Spellman’s house. – “Ambrose!” – you shouted again running up the porch. – “Ambrose! Ambrose please open up!” – you panicked banging loudly at their door. The door opened as you exhaled deep pushing yourself inside, not wanting to be one minute longer in the dark. – “Y/n what are you doing here?” – Sabrina asked as she had opened the door. – “I…I…” – you tried to speak. – “What happened?” – Sabrina wanted to know as Ambrose came down the stairs. – “Y/n?” – he said widening his eyes at the cuts on your body.

“What happened!” – Ambrose demanded to know, rushing up to you. – “I…I…I fell out of my window.” – you told him still catching your breath. – “What?” – Sabrina called out. Ambrose stared confused and slightly worried at you. Sabrina pulled her shoulders up as she had no clue as well. – “Come.” – Ambrose said wrapping his arm around you to lead you upstairs. Sabrina closed the door giving her cousin one last worried glance. Upstairs seated Ambrose you down on his bed. – “Now Y/n tell me what happened. How did you get these cuts?” – he spoke worriedly.

You looked frightened at him. – “There were these girls in my house.” – you told him. – “Girls?” – Ambrose repeated confused. – “Three of them. Demanding to play a game with me. All the lights went out!” – you panicked explaining your story to him. – “Then upstairs in my room was a boy, hiding under my bed. Fire! Ambrose there was fire!” – you grasped for his hand, startling him with your sudden loud voice. – “Fire?” – he questioned. – “Yes. Poof fire.” – you gestured out. – “It was like he created it out of thin air.” – you said as Ambrose’s eyes widened. – “He gave me this cut without touching me.” – you showed your cheek to Ambrose to show him.

“When I wanted to run I got thrown out of the window by a force. Leading to my appearance.” – Exhaling deep you felt yourself slowly come at ease. – “Darn witches.” – Ambrose mumbled under his breath. – “Huh?” – you said hearing a whiff of his words. Ambrose chuckled nervously. – “Have I gone crazy, or did they do magic?” – you asked to be certain you weren’t losing your mind. Ambrose slightly nodded, not wanting you to feel insane. He carefully watched your reaction trying to see if it was perhaps a good idea to tell you he was a witch as well. – “Okay…” – you replied neutral not sure how to react to it.

“Why… why would they taunt me? Is it because it is almost Halloween?” – you slapped Ambrose his hand out of pure over-reaction. Ambrose shook his head. – “It is because you are with me.” – he told you making you furrow your brows. – “Why would they do that?” – you wanted to know. Ambrose took a deep breath pulling you closer to him by your shoulders. – “Y/n I’m going to tell you something and I hope this doesn’t change anything… or at least maybe a bit.” - he started.

“Ambrose you are scaring me a bit.” – you answered. – “Don’t be.” – he made sure. He took another deep breath before speaking. – “I am like them. I am also a witch, so is Sarbina and my aunties.” – your mouth fell open with shock. – “But I assure you we mean you no harm Y/n. We aren’t all bad, besides we adore you. Specially me… I…I…like…no love you Y/n. That… that is why the weird sisters, and that boy tormented you. It is because they can see I care for you, and I am so sorry for that.” – he finished.

You slowly smiled kissing Ambrose by surprise. Ambrose pulled startled away. – “I’m not scared anymore, knowing you won’t let anything happen to me.” – you told him. Ambrose nodded still trying to process the surprise kiss. – “Also I like…no love you too Ambrose. I just didn’t think you saw me in that way.” – Ambrose laughed loud, grabbing a hold of you to kiss you. This time longer and deeper. – “I promise you no harm will ever come to you.”

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chillingaudrina · 6 months

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[ 18 / 23 ] INTRO TO MORTAL STUDIES. chilling adventures of sabrina. nick/harvey. explicit. post-part 3.

We saw you across the bar and we really love your energy.

Now with music.

#intro to mortal studies #caos fic #caosedit #narvey #nick x harvey #chilling adventures of sabrina #fic

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madamwolfe · 2 years

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Everything will be alright (Zelda x fem!reader)

Well, here it is. Thoughts turned into a fic.

Summary: Reader has startling news for Zelda, which could bring them both more happiness that they would've thought possible. (Some angst, then fluff)

PS. these things always end up WAY longer than I initially thought...

Enjoy!

Everything will be alright

You stood in Greendale, facing the Academy of Unseen Arts, feeling positively sick. Upon entering this door there would be no going back. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you pushed the double doors open. It hadn’t changed much since you visited last, perhaps half a decade ago, visiting Zelda. Your love affair with her had lasted for centuries, meeting once a few years. Seeing her always led to fireworks, in all the best of ways. It had always been easy with Zelda; she could be herself around you; and you around her.

The last time you had seen her, however, something was different. There was an urgency to her, as though seeing you was a remedy to whatever struggle she fought. You didn’t ask questions, you simply were. You were there for her in whatever capacity she needed, whether it was intimacy or a listening ear. And this time, after seeing her, had left you wanting more, too. Wanting her; the moment she stepped outside your house, you felt cold, missing her warmth. It was more than that though, a physical change you couldn’t explain. It had led you to seek healers world-wide, seeking an explanation. To state that the answer was unimaginable, was the understatement of the century. Thus, here you were, walking up the stairs to the chambers of the Directrix, to tell her something even you had difficulty to understand.

Knocking tentatively, you entered.

“I said I did not want to be disturbed, Hil-“. Her stern voice broke off as she lifted her gaze, removing her glasses.

Zelda was as stunningly beautiful as ever, her auburn hair shining in the afternoon sun. Her gaze softened as she met your eyes, searching, “Y/n?” She rose, stepping around her desk to meet you. “This is a pleasant surprise.” She husked as she moved closer to embrace you. As she placed her arms around your frame, you knew she could tell something was different. Felt it against her. She slowly let go, her eyes travelling down to your abdomen. Her face stiffened, the warmth you knew so well, faded.

Your heart sank.

“The child is yours. Ours, Zelda.” You said, feigning conviction.

Zelda scoffed, “That’s impossible.” She turned, finding her seat behind her desk once more, establishing a physical barrier between you.

Though saddened, you had anticipated this, “I understand that you’ll need some time.” You paused, drawing your coat closer to you in an attempt at hiding the slight swell of your stomach, “I’m staying at the Inn, close to town, once you’re ready to talk.” You finished in a statement, that she would, at some point be ready. Zelda didn’t respond, so you turned and left her office.

You were so consumed with your own thoughts that you didn’t look ahead, bumping into someone, “Y/n!” Hilda’s surprised voice shook you from your thoughts.

With some effort, you smiled at her, “Hello, Hilda.”

Hilda considered you for a moment, looking at the entrance of Zelda’s office, and back at you, before seemingly connecting the dots.

“Come on, dear, I’ll make us a nice cup of tea.”

Sipping tea in Hilda’s drawing room, seemed to lift some of the fog from your mind. So, you told Hilda everything. Of your surprise at discovering your pregnancy, thinking it impossible, as the last person you’d been with was Zelda, a woman. You told her of your travels across the continents to meet healers, to offer an explanation. To your great astonishment, they had all said the same. A pregnancy such as this was not impossible, but exceedingly rare. Only the most powerful magic of the realms could have led to it. Love.

Hilda drank her tea calmly, seeming not at all surprised at everything that you’d just said. Setting down her cup, she looked up at you, “Y/n, darling, I could have told you that.”

You sighed, “Yes, but I needed to be sure. To find out for myself. At least before coming here and confronting Zelda.”

Hilda leaned across the table and took your hand, giving at a reassuring squeeze, “Zelda will come around, she’s a midwife, she knows it’s possible. You know how she is, she just needs some time.”

“You’re right, Hilda. She will get the time she needs.” You rose from your chair, thanking her for the tea, and walked towards the door.

“After all,” Hilda said, “She loves babies. And she loves you.”

You stared at her in disbelief for a moment, but didn’t comment, leaving the academy in search for some cold Greendale air.

Staying at the Inn was tedious, days passed and there was little you could do. Insecurities invaded your mind, would you even want to raise the child by yourself? The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind before; so consumed by the notion of being with Zelda, that you hadn’t permitted yourself to consider what this all meant for you. Would you be a good mother? Could you do it alone? You knew you didn’t want to, yet this child was Zelda’s, yours, a manifestation of the powerful love you held for her, that you held for each other. But waiting here for Zelda, not knowing whether she would show up; it was agony.

Being physically unwell didn’t help either, draining you of strength, of hope.

Rising from bed, you swayed, blood rushing in your ears. You took a deep steadying breath, deciding to do something. You were tired of waiting, afraid to admit that Zelda wasn’t coming. Packing your bag with a simple charm, you summoned all your belongings into your bag. Your movements were hurried, afraid if you slowed down, you’d change your mind. It had been a week, and while you’d told yourself that you’d be patient, it was harder that you’d thought.

There was an abrupt knock on the door, and before you could answer it swung open, Zelda gazing determinately at you. Swallowing a sigh of relief, you dropped the blouse you held in your hand, and it fluttered silently to the floor.

“You are not staying here a minute longer.” Zelda said, her voice stern as her eyes swept the room with a disapproving look. She picked your blouse off the floor, along with your bag and turned to leave.

Without a word you followed her into the Spellman Mortuary hurst, closing the door with a loud thud.

The ride was silent, neither you nor Zelda uttered a sound. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as the car rolled out onto the main road. Immediately, you felt a violent wave of nausea hit you, not now, you thought, not now! There was nothing for it, “Zelda, you have to pull over.” You said, with all the calm you could muster.

“What?” she asked, but looking over at your ashen face, she hurriedly halted the car.

No sooner had the car stopped, you flung the car door open and vomited onto the road. You heard Zelda unbuckle her seatbelt, her hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles.

Groaning, you sat up.

Her face was etched with concern as she considered you, “Are you alright?” she asked, passing you a tissue.

You could’ve cried at the look of worry on her face. A strange feeling of relief passed your mind, she did care. You wiped your mouth, nodding, but felt disgusting, the taste of vomit lingering in your mouth.

Zelda gave your thigh gentle squeeze before turning back to the road and driving the short distance to her home.

Walking up the stairs to the Mortuary, you felt as though the steps below you moved. Reaching out a hand towards the railing to steady yourself, you felt a warm hand clasp firmly in yours, supporting you up the stairs. You felt horrendous, perhaps it was the culmination of worry over the past months, along with the relief of being around Zelda again. The thought that occurred over and over was, she does care. Yet, you were afraid of hoping for anything else; whether she believed you, whether she loved you.

The recognisable red door of the Mortuary opened, and two curious faces met you: Sabrina and Ambrose. They both grinned at you, flooding the silence with “How are you” and “so good to see you”. Zelda put up a hand to quiet them, and their eyes flitted between you, and letting you pass. You felt a rush of gratitude towards Zelda, you really had no energy to speak to them. With your hand safely in Zelda’s, she led you to the sitting room. She guided you into the sofa, her hand separated from yours, only to briefly caress your cheek, “’I’ll be right back.” She whispered.

You could hear the clicking of her heels as she walked towards the kitchen as she spoke to her niece and nephew, “We are not to be disturbed. When Hilda returned, tell her.” Zelda spoke in a low and rather stern voice.

You heard faint answers of “ok” and “will do” from Sabrina and Ambrose. Letting out a sigh, you settled back into the sofa, finally relaxed. The darkness outside was growing with every minute, the last rays of light slinking away as evening set in. You absentmindedly rubbed the side of your stomach, settling the knots of worry there. At that moment Zelda entered the room once more, carrying a trey of tea. She paused briefly as her eyes fell onto your belly, and you halted your movements.

Setting the trey down onto the table, she sat down next to you. Pouring a cup of tea, she handed it to you, and you accepted it gratefully.

You both gazed at one another then, unsure of where to begin. Opening your mouth to speak, you closed it again.

“When?” Zelda asked. At the look of question in your eyes, she continued, “When did you find out.”

You took a sip of your tea before placing the cup back onto the saucer, “A few weeks after you left.”

There was a look in her eye then, you couldn’t quite tell if she was disappointed or tired, or both, “Why didn’t you tell me?” her voice was still low, but as commanding as you’d ever heard it.

“I had to be sure.” You answered.

Zelda’s response was the same as Hilda’s had been a week ago, “But I’m a midwife! I could’ve told you.” She said in an exasperated voice.

“I just…” you started.

Zelda broke you off, “There was someone else then?” she said, anger flaring in her beautiful eyes.

“No, Zelda, there was only you.” You looked down at your hands before gazing up at her again, “I didn’t know it was possible for us.” You faintly gestured between you.

“So you risked the safety of our child, traveling across country lines to find out?”

Your lip trembled, but you managed to keep your tears at bay, “You believe me?” you whispered.

The anger in her eyes faded immediately, “Of course I do.” Conviction in her voice now. She reached out and placed a hand on your arm, rubbing her thumb soothingly over your clothed skin, “When I saw you, I..” she hesitated, tears welling in her eyes, “I realised how much I’d missed you. And when you told me of your pregnancy it felt like a betrayal.” She blinked, and at noticing a tear rolling down your cheek, she reached up and wiped it away with her thumb. “A child of my own is something I have always wanted.” She paused gazing intently at you, “A child with you is beyond what I could’ve hoped for.” She cupped your cheek and leant in to kiss you. It was a kiss that told you everything you needed it to; how she felt towards you, and the babe. Her soft lips tasted like Zelda, cigarettes and tea, intoxicating and sweet. You melted into her, relief flooding your limbs.

As you separated, she cupped your cheek once more, “You’re tired, you need to get some rest.” She stated.

Nodding, you rose from the comfort of the sofa, “I take it the guestroom is free?” you said, grinning.

Not having looked at you, she failed to sense your sarcasm, “Don’t be ridiculous, of course you’re staying with me.”

As she looked up, she saw the look on your face, “That wasn’t funny, y/n.” You saw the twinkle of mirth in her eye, and you let out a soft laugh.

Sometime later, you lay in bed, Zelda’s bed. Dressed in your satin night dress, you sat upright; watching and Zelda moved towards you. She lay down next to you on her side, appraising you.

“There was one useful thing I learned on my travels”, you started.

“Oh?”

With a little effort, you hoisted up your nightdress to reveal your stomach.

Zelda’s eyes watched the expanse of exposed skin, marvelling it, as though it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She reached out a hand, her perfectly manicured fingers tracing your soft skin.

You smiled at her, before muttering, “montrant matrem.” At once, a sliver of gold rose from the swell of your stomach halting momentarily in the air above you. Zelda stared with wide eyes as the golden thread split in two, one traveling to your chest, the other to her own.

Once your gaze met once more, both your eyes were welled with tears. A deep understanding formed between you, and at a loss for words, Zelda’s hand came to rest at the small swell as she leaned in to kiss you again. You parted, brushing your nose against hers, before settling in her arms and falling into a deep and restful sleep. Everything would be alright.

#zelda spellman #zelda spellman x reader #caos fic #chilling adventures of sabrina #x fem!reader

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jyou-no-sonoko19 · 5 months

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Hello everyone who reads my work, I'm so sorry, I couldn't get the next chapter of SoL out before I flew and just after landing I developed a horrid sore throat which a local clinic said is acute pharyngitis *and* laryngitis, and it's felt like swallowing shards of glass for three days now, just with spit, not even food. I'm at my wits end yet SoL's been sitting open on my laptop since landing, just waiting.

This wasn't the plan.

#caos fic #seasons of Lilith #Answers for Mary #AfMverse #caos Lilith #Mary Wardwell #I just know it was that group of coughing bastards sitting near me on the plane without masks

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glossyybabie · 2 years

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uno

Summary: You deliver a pizza to a mysterious woman in a quiet cottage. Things escalate from there.

Warnings: NSFW. Nothing too explicit, though, and all consensual. Female reader. Hidden threats/implications of murder. Naked Uno.

Word count: 1358

Notes: Sometimes I write things like this and wonder what I’m thinking. Honest to God, this was a concept I came up with in the very early hours of the morning, as most of my stories are, but then it got away from me. I can’t tell if this is wholesome or disturbing, maybe both. Enjoy, besties.

Unsure of whether there was a doorbell hidden by the bushes or not, you knocked on the door. The lights were on, so someone was home, and if not, you were fully prepared to eat those two pizzas yourself.

It had been a long shift, as weekend shifts often were. You were tired, running on only two energy bars for the last 5 hours, and were more than relieved that this was your final delivery for the night.

You saw a shadow move in front of the window and moved your hand back under the stack of pizza boxes again, ready to pass them over. The door in front of you creaked open, and you smiled, just as you had automatically been doing all night.

"Hi," you said, forcing brightness in your tone to conceal your tiredness. The more tips you could get from this, the better. "You ordered pizza?"

The woman in the doorway paused, brushing away her blowout curls from her eyes to enable her to see better. Her dark green robe was . . . definitely very low cut. You fought with yourself to keep your eyes on her face.

"I did," she answered hesitantly, and then looked you up and down. "You're not a man, are you?"

You shook your head, glancing down at your jeans and blue bomber jacket. "They didn't design this uniform with women in mind. I'm not even allowed to show any ankle as it's 'too distracting'. Anyway, here's your order –"

The woman interjected with a sigh before you could hand the boxes to her. "Would you mind setting it over there for me?"

She pointed behind her into the house. Slightly hesitant, you nodded and stepped past her, dusting away any dirt from the soles of your shoes on the doormat as you entered. You usually were in too much of a rush to actually deliver pizzas into a house, but it wasn't like you had any more deliveries to get done that night.

The house wasn't nearly as brightly lit as you'd expected it to be. There were one or two lamps on, sure, and the glowing fireplace crackled away in the living room, but it definitely felt just a little dark and ominous. You made a note to yourself to dawdle as little as possible while you were there.

You set the pizzas down on the small dining room table. They were still fairly warm, you observed when part of your glove slipped off and your hand made contact with the boxes.

"I'm sorry if this came later than expected. Traffic today has been pretty bad," you said. You stood up, adjusting your gloves ready to leave, and gasped suddenly, nearly tripping over in fright. "You have a raven?"

"Yes, he's a friend of mine," she replied, picking up the wine glass she'd set down on a side table. If not for her small smirk, you would’ve assumed she’d been oblivious to your shock. "Any plans for this evening?"

You shrugged, still giving the raven a nervous side-eye. "I don't know, watch a movie, perform Satanic blood rituals, play Uno with my roommate, the usual," you responded, pausing for a moment. "The second one was sarcasm."

"I assumed so," she agreed.

Picking up the open wine bottle, she filled an empty glass that had been left on the table and offered it to you. Usually you wouldn’t have accepted it, but one look at the label on the bottle suggested that this was definitely some high-end expensive stuff, and you really weren’t in a position to say no to that.

Besides, it wasn’t the first time you’d gotten yourself caught up in the antics of a random customer. One woman had spent the evening getting you to move her furniture around and given you a tip afterwards.

You very hesitantly took a sip. “Is there a reason why you’re offering me alcohol?” you asked, feeling like it was something that definitely needed to be questioned.

“I’m . . . deciding,” she murmured quietly.

As she approached the table, you looked at her apprehensively and placed the glass down. “On what?”

“How ravenous I’m feeling tonight,” she responded. As she placed her glass down on the table beside yours, she leaned forward, hands resting against the table edge, head slightly bowed. “Leave us, Stolas.”

At first, you’d assumed she was talking to you, asking you to go, but it was once she’d said “Stolas” that you froze in place. There was the sound of the soft flapping of wings, accompanied by the sensation of a gentle breeze flowing past your head. You glanced at the windowsill; the raven was gone.

You blinked and looked over at her. She glanced up at you, eyes narrowed at first, but slowly beginning to smile. Now you were beginning to build up an understanding of what was happening.

“Oh.”

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You were on your back across the bed of a woman whose name you didn’t even know. Something Wardwell, maybe, but you hadn’t really paid much attention to the name of the customer beforehand.

Your jeans were somewhere nearby, not that you exactly knew where, but at least you knew that your jacket was still beneath you. You were barefoot at this point, and gloveless. How you’d let yourself get into that situation, you had no idea.

But it was too late now. You were too far gone, being fingered so perfectly that thinking logically and making an excuse to leave was out of the question. It was the end of a long week, you supposed. There was nothing wrong with some harmless fun with a woman who was probably 20 or so years older than you.

An unadulterated moan, followed by a heaved profanity or two, left your mouth as you came beneath her for the second time that night. She swallowed any further moans with a deep kiss that felt powerful enough to bruise your lips.

Harmless fun, you assured yourself.

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You were both pretty spent. It had been just under an hour of whatever that was, and the previously cool room was feeling considerably more humid. Both of you were breathing fairly heavily. In fact, you could feel the woman’s body heat beside you and you weren’t even making physical contact.

“I guess that was better than any other Saturday night plans I had,” you muttered as you sat up, pulling a throw blanket towards yourself to provide some partial coverage.

“Better than Uno?” the woman asked, clearly mocking your previous statement.

You nodded frankly. “Ever played Uno?”

“No,” she answered, and then sighed exasperatedly when you slid off the bed and towards your discarded jeans on the floor. “Let me guess: you brought a pack of Uno cards with you.”

You climbed back onto the bed, laying on your stomach with the blanket loosely draped over you. “Of course I did,” you replied as you began to deal out the already shuffled deck accordingly. “Consider this a payment for having sex with me.”

“Prostituting yourself for a card game?” she questioned as she reluctantly turned over. She mirrored your position on her stomach but with her knees bent and ankles crossed in the air. “That’s new.”

You pushed a few cards across the bed towards her. “So those are yours. You're better off not showing me. Uno’s a really easy game to play, you’ll pick it up quickly. The aim is to put down all of your cards, but obviously it’s not that easy. You usually end up picking up more cards in the process and screwing your opponent over.”

She picked up the box the cards had been packaged in, read over at the instructions at the back, and laughed shortly. “Easy. So what do I win?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. But if I win, I get one of the pizzas I delivered. I haven’t eaten in hours, actually.”

“Well, in that case, I suppose I’ll play for a bite to eat too,” she said quietly, almost as if there was a darker double meaning to her decision, but she didn’t give you a chance to question it. “You first, my dear.”

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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.

#The uninvited x reader #the uninvited #caos #caos fic #caos x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #sabrina spellman #sabrina netflix #Eldritch terror #Second Eldritch Terror #Eldritch terror x reader

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isingonly4myangel · 1 year

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Realised I never actually posted this ao3 link, so happy anniversary to this fic fuelled by vodka and election stress

#caos #the chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina #zelda spellman #edward spellman #faustus blackwood #fanfiction #caos fic #ao3 #my writing

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sabrinaandlilith · 2 years

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if anyone has any black sabith Sabrina/Lilith one shot prompts or ideas of fics that I can write feel free to send me an ask! There’s currently 80 fics in the Sabrina/Lilith ao3 tag and I want to get it closer to 100 👀

#sabrina spellman #madam satan #black sabith #lilith #caos #the chilling adventures of sabrina #caos fic

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judy--21 · 1 year

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Just binge watched all 4 series a few weeks ago and this idea came to me. Feedback welcome.

#caos fic #mary wardwell #lilith #caos adam #CAOS

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habrina-was-wronged · 1 year

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Fate is a funny inescapable thing.

Chapters: 3/10 Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018)

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fenistee · 2 years

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#fontecchio #relateable #photografy #being alone #i'm sad #black 🖤#artists on tumblr #tumblr problems #caos fic #tumnblr #sunset

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chillingaudrina · 7 months

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the final girl [ 38 / ? ]. chilling adventures of sabrina. multi-POV and multi-pairing.

The price paid in blood.

post-Part 4. now with music.

#the final girl #chilling adventures of sabrina #harvey kinkle #caos fic

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Return to Greendale

Zelda Spellman x fem reader

Here is a small snippet of a much longer fic I posted on AO3 a while ago, but in case you're not familiar...

Summary: Takes place in the immediate aftermath of Sabrina's death, the reader returs to Greendale and Zelda after decades apart. Full fic available here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31503407

A/N: reader (you) is referred to as Vera, I found it a bit simpler that way, in this long fic.

First time I’m writing on Tumblr🫣

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Something odd was going on in your mind, flashes of memories from years past flooded your attention as you stepped into the Academy. It was as though you were a mere student again, late for class and planning mischief with Zelda. The sentimental moment passed quickly as you laid eyes on the statue of a young girl. Without knowing what exactly had happened here, you felt it. Evil had passed these corridors, lived in these walls. More frightening than Satan himself, a darkness, an emptiness that left nothing behind. You shuddered, goosebumps trickling your skin.

You came to a halt, regarding the statue once more. The room was lit by hundreds of candles, providing warmth on this sad day. The last time you had set foot in the halls of the Academy, nearly two decades ago, the foreboding eyes of the Dark Lord had stared down at you. A sinking feeling settled in your stomach, as your eyes travelled away from the statue, falling upon the woman with glorious auburn locks.

She stood beside her sister, speaking in a hushed tone, “She looks beautiful, doesn’t she, Hildie?” Zelda was unmistakable where she stood, gazing up at the stone girl. She did not move, not noticing you only a few paces away. You stood frozen, listening to their conversation, your intuition telling you to let this pass uninterrupted.

“Yep.” A pause, “she really does.” Hilda whispered, seemingly unable to find words. A heavy silence filled the large space, and you noticed Hilda turning slightly towards her sister, hesitating, “Zelds, I… Uh- was thinking that Doctor Cee and I, um, we’ll probably just move back into the Mortuary. Because we Spellmans should stick together, I think.” She let out a strangled breath, moving her gaze to the statue once more.

Zelda regarded her for a moment, “All right.”

“Good.”

“If you think so.” Zelda’s eyes remained locked on her sister, hands folded tightly in front of her as she stood, “Why?” she whispered then, a tortured look crossing her face, one that caused your heart to clench in sympathy. Zelda’s hands came up to cover her face as a sob escaped her, “Why did you not preserve her, Dark Mother?” she looked upon the statue of Hecate, a fire of blame in her eyes.

Hilda struggled to remain composed, mumbling her agreement, “I don’t know.”

“It’s not right, Hilda. It’s just not right that she’s gone!”

“No.”

Even seeing her like this, shoulders hunched forward, only her auburn hair to identify her, she evoked every warm and tingling feeling in you, your heart skipping a beat. It was excitement at being close to her again, to know you were about to reach her, fingers touching her skin. It was a dream, yet it was a nightmare. For the one fleeting moment of happiness, there was a darkness looming in return. It was a prominent mist swallowing the light, and you were powerless to it. You could only let yourself be consumed and hope you would find the air to breath. This was the waking nightmare that was watching Zelda in her despair. You allowed yourself this moment, to feel the horror of your love. But it could not be lingering, you had to sustain it for Zelda. Searching within yourself, you pulled at your inner strength, pushing aside your own feelings. This time, you would be everything Zelda needed, even if it killed you.

Swallowing hard, your throat constricting with the threatening tears, you took a deep breath and spoke tentatively, seizing the moment, “Zelda?”

Through the cloud of grief, Zelda’s eyes widened in surprise as she realised who stood before her as she turned, “Vera?” She croaked.

In that moment, you could sense Zelda’s world caving in, instinct telling you to leap forward. Gathering her in a strong embrace, Zelda let out a cry of pain in her dismay, not caring that the entire Academy could hear her. The sound brought tears to your eyes, blurring your vision, and threatened to spill. It was a sound that pierced your core, tearing your very soul. You felt Zelda’s weight against you as she sagged to the floor. Her hands frantically gripped the fabric of your blazer. Desperate to offer any comfort, you started whispering words of comfort into her ear, words of love and affection.

The sound of running feet alerted you, and you looked up to see several students staring at the scene. With a gentle waive, Hilda ushered the others away, a hint of relief in her eyes.

“Vera?” Zelda repeated, as though not quite believing her eyes. She pulled away to regard the woman whose arms were wrapped tightly around her.

You gave a nod, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead in confirmation. In that moment, reality hit you like a tidal wave. Fear and anxiety simmered within you, but you managed to push it away. Having set your inner turmoil aside, you reached forward and stoked Zelda’s soft cheeks with the tender touch of your hands, “Oh my love, I am so sorry.”

Zelda opened her mouth to speak but was unable. Her body slumped once more, and you took her into your arms. Yet again, you found herself focusing on your mantra, lacuane magicae. With your renewed energy, you teleported the two of them into the High Priestess office, seeking privacy. You knew her well enough to know what Zelda needed; she had never been comfortable at openly revealing her state of mind.

The next moment, you were positioned in front of the office fireplace, seated opposite one another in the velvet sofa. Sparing a glance at your surroundings, you saw the office had hardly changed at all. The room was dimly lit, adding to the late-night atmosphere. At the centre of the room, in front of the windows stood a massive oak desk, the very same, as centuries prior. The only changes you could see were a few of Zelda’s personal belongings: an exquisite crystal ashtray; a photograph of Edward with baby Sabrina in his arms; and an ancient sphinx in copper which you recognised to be an object you had once gifted Zelda.

Your eyes locked onto Zelda’s watery gaze, it seemed as though she was carrying the weight of the universe on her shoulders. Reaching out to take her hand, Zelda grasped it between both her own. The touch seemed to have a reassuring effect, grounding her to the present. She took a deep, steadying breath and proceeded to recount the events having passed over the last months. You couldn’t help but wonder how mere months could have wrecked such havoc in their long lifespan. At every harrowing detail, you felt a piece of your heart breaking. Your worst fears were confirmed by Zelda’s words. You had only ever heard tales of the Eldritch Terrors. You could never have imagined that they would manifest themselves in Greendale. Nor could you have imagined it would cost Sabrina her life. Sweet, young, and clever Sabrina. Your gut churned with guilt, settling there with no intention of leaving. If you were honest with yourself, you were at a loss of words. How could you ever be enough for Zelda through this? How could you be so very blind to think you could ever be enough? These voices in the back of your head were incessant, but you managed to push them away. You were here for Zelda; you could not fall victim to your own insecurities. Taking a deep breath, you knelt to the floor in front of the other woman, placing your steady hands on Zelda’s trembling thighs, “I am so sorry, no words I offer could ever be enough.” Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, hot and unwelcome. You would give anything to take Zelda’s pain away.

Zelda let out a strangled sob, “I killed her, Vera!” Her voice a harsh whisper, as though she was confessing a great secret. She fell forward into your strong arms; all you could do was to catch her and share her pain. You were unable to find words, so you merely held her, placing tender kisses to the side of Zelda’s head. Your own tears mingled with Zelda’s, this grief surpassing all else. No words could ever be enough. Zelda had lost a child. It was a loss you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy; the cruelty of it.

Many moments passed in each other’s arms; you wished you could stay like this for a little longer. But Zelda was exhausted, not that she would ever admit to such a thing. You knew her, truly knew her, even after all these years.

Summoning strength, you rose to your feet, pulling Zelda up. You never let go of her hands, your link everlasting. Gazing into tired blue eyes, you spoke quietly, “You need rest, Zelda.”

The High Priestess straightened her back in at attempt at composing herself, “We haven’t finished talking, and-”

“Hush, love.” Your velvet voice was enough to persuade her, and she shut her mouth. You regarded her once more, taking in her impeccable stance and beauty. How could she look this perfect, while feeling broken inside? You wondered what she yourself looked like now. Taking her hand, you led Zelda to the adjoining room. It was, as you knew very well, the personal quarters of the Directrix. A brief excitement tingled in your belly as memories flashed by.

The room was dark, but with a whispered spell, candles lit, illuminating the room in warm light. A large bed stood at the centre of the room, sheltered in a canopy of heavy drapes. Without the exchange of words, you guided a numb Zelda to the bed, who immediately laid down on one side, drawing her knees up to her chest. You sat down on the edge, next to her, “Try and sleep.” You whispered gently before bending down to place a soft kiss on Zelda’s lips. Even this fleeting kiss was everything you remembered it was. Soft, she tasted a hint of wine and cigarettes, the sensation spreading warmth in your chest. The moment between you lingered, and you felt Zelda’s hand reach up to caress your cheek, “I have missed you.” She whispered; eyes closed.

“And I, you.”

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I hope you like it, would love to hear if you did!

Feel free to suggest something, and I'll see what I can do ;)

#zelda spellman #zelda spellman x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #caos fic #x fem!reader

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jyou-no-sonoko19 · 1 year

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A Longing for the Fugue State | April 1970

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, s3 finale | April 1970

Answers for Mary | April-August 1970

You Have Not Earned My Name | July 1970

Upon Whose Ear, These Confessions? | August 1970

Impatient, The Spirit Twists | September 1970

Since The Beginning | September 1970

Not In The Room | September 1970

Housekeeping | October 1970

It’s Been Too Long | 22 October 1970

What is the Worst Thing (and Why Is It Me)? | 31 October 1970

Flying Into Walls | November 1970

Mary’s Birthday comic | 17 November 1970

Components of the Season | December 1970

Dreadfully Sincere & Sentimental | 31 December 1970

Consumed | February 1971

Smothering | 2 March 1971

Seasons of Lilith | March 1971

Aftermath | September 1971

Missing Pieces | November 1971

The Strange and the Familiar | December 1971

No Saints, No Paper Hearts, No Sacrifices | February 1972

#Answers for Mary #AfMverse #Mary Wardwell #caos Lilith #caos fic #As you surely know:#CAoS starts in 1969 according to the pilot script #even if they went off-calendar later on #And thus I've been sticking to real life calendars for the entire AfMverse timeline #also don't worry about the unlinked stuff #It'll be going up very soon #And others that I just need to name #So! While nothing between AfM and SoL is crucial reading #it certainly enriches the experience to know what they went through together #in that long series of months #Seasons of Lilith *will* extend beyond March #but I don't know the exact dates yet

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dd122004dd · 2 years

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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

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