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sawyerconfort · 2 years

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Juliet To Your Juliet | Sarah Sanderson x Fem!Reader

This one counts for my spooky season special also ;)

Okay, this account is officially a multifandom account, guys, sorry hahahahaha

So I was watching Hocus Pocus yesterday and I immediately fell in love with Sarah. That's when that old quest started to look for imagines around here to be able to read, and I realized that we have few stories with her.

So I thought: well, since my profile is full of aloto imagines, and my followers probably can't take it anymore, I think it might be nice to try out a new character. And since all the characters that I start to like out of nowhere always get imagines, it wouldn't be different with Sarah, right?

Here it is, a super cute (and kind of sad) imagine with the best of the Sanderson sisters (and that's not open for debate).

Enjoy!

Got any request? Send me an ask!

Prompt: What price to pay when you fall in love with an immortal witch?

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Sarah knew it would be impossible for such a thing, but she believed in the destination and wanted it to take care of the situation. She believed that after 300 years, her corrupted soul still had salvation. And salvation inevitably would be falling in love with someone like you.

Someone human, someone who had a pure and beating heart, someone who smelled of kindness. That alone could be able to change the heart of a witch created to be the monster she was.

But Sarah knew that, as much as she tried, loving you was impossible for numerous factors: she was bad, you were good. She was immortal, you could get older. She couldn't get out in the sun, you could burn your skin.

And especially, her sisters would never approve such a love. Also, you were at the moment their main prey.

At night, Sarah was going to be a witch again, riding her broom and went out singing in search of children to be young, and when her sisters were distracted enough with those small little creatures, following them mesmerized, she took the opportunity to turn around and watch you sleeping at home, in the tranquility of being a deadly person and no problem. That made Sarah sad because she knew that at some point in your life, the days of you would be told.

* * *

"I already hath decided on," Winnie said on a troubled night at the Sanderson sisters' house. “today shall beest the day at which hour we shall becometh imm'rtal and quite quaint, mine own sist'rs!” She walked around, watching the spell book with caution. "let's wend out f'r hunting, and alloweth's wend backeth with one of Salem's most quite quaint girls!"

Sarah was listening to everything with a pertinent animation, because she loved to go out with her sisters to hunt, loved to sing and bewritten the children. But as soon as Winnie mentioned the most beautiful girl, her expression changed, from radiant, to surprise.

She knew this day would come, she just didn't knew it would be anytime soon.

“Sarah, what is wrong? Aren't thee coming?”Mary asked, her dog-painted eyes and the keen bearing to see if she could smell a problem with her sister. She was grabbing her broom, while Winnie was already outside. But Sarah remained stopped, petrified.

"Thee wend," she said in a sad whisper.

"Ah, please!" Winnie returned to the house, holding Sarah by the arm abruptly. "we needeth thee and thy voice, sarah, what is this bullshit?"

She swallowed hard. "You’ll did hurt h'r, wonneth't thee?"

“It's for her good and for our good, my sister!” The oldest shouted, exultant. "Let's look beautiful and young for all eternity!"

Sarah sighed.

Winnie gave her no choice. She needed to go, or would dishonor her sisters. Sarah set up in her broom and gave boost so that she fly over the sky. With the characteristic cry of Winnie, she began to chant the usual song, smelling the children approaching. And she passed the window where you were standing, awake.

Sarah despaired, but she knew she couldn't stop singing. She thought of landing at your bedroom window and closing the window, just so that her voice stopped and stuffy, so you wouldn't fall into the spell. But it was too risky, you didn't even know each other yet. And it was inevitable, you needed to fall into the Sanderson sisters' spell, or the plan would fail.

A few seconds later, you were flying over the bedroom, your feet landing on the floor and walking out of the house. Sarah waited until you arrived outside to go down the broom and grasp you abruptly. She held you in her arms and smelled the life of you, the smell of good feelings, regretting what she would do.

“I won't let them hurt tee,” she whispered, holding you, taking the words while you were hypnotized. "Never," she promised, giving one more impulse and loosening the touch to her body, not to hurt you.

* * *

When you first opened your eyes, you were tied in a chair. You tried to move your body to prove that you couldn't get out and widened your eyes when you saw the scenario ahead of you. It was the house of sisters Sanderson, the most famous witches in Salem.

The smell of smoke flooded your nose and made you even more confused, and the will you had to scream was present when three ugly sisters approached, with even uglier and horrifying smiles.

One of them, the tall blonde, looked at you with a little more affection.

“Is the lucky rat tail there?” The redhead witch, Winnie, asked her high blonde sister Sarah. "because thee shall needeth that gent..." and a harmful laugh has invaded your ears. "Now, my dear, what is your lovely name?"

"(Y\N) ..." you replied, stuttering. “Will you let me get out of here? I thought you just wanted to get children, not adults like you! ”

Winnie gave one more giggle. “Yeah, we prefer, you know? It has a better taste. But this is a special occasion, my dear.” She turned to Sarah. "Please, my dear Sarah, do the honors... you suck her life and beauty first."

"What?" You and Sarah said in unison. Mary laughed, although it seems a little scared than Winnie. “You can't do that!” You defended yourself. "Spear my life, I promise I won't be intruding with you anymore, I swear for my life!"

"Sarah, now!" Winnie shouted.

She knelt in front of you, a sad look adorning her expression, and then squeezed your cheeks with both hands, closing her eyes.

She pouted her lips, ready to suck your life.

You closed your eyes too, ready to accept your fate.

And then suddenly Sarah buried her head on your legs, sobbing.

"I can't do that ..." she whispered, more to herself than for the sisters. "I ..." Sarah looked up, staring at you and still holding your cheeks. "I would rather die than let thee go ..."

"What are you doing, Sarah?" Winnie shouted. "Take her life!"

"No!" Sarah shouted, and purple rays traveled to Sanderson's house, destroying the nearest objects. "I love her! I'm in love with (Y\N), and I won't bear to lose her.”

Your eyes widened. A witch? In love with you?

"I can't kill her, sisters, I'm sorry." When you least waited, Sarah left the house, and you fought against the more loose strings thanks to the radius of the blonde witch, freeing yourself and going after her. "Go back, (Y\N), please get back, or they will kill me too."

“Then we'll die both together,” you said, suddenly holding her hand. You didn't know why you were doing it, but you could feel that something was pulsing in your heart by Sarah Sanderson. Always pulsed.

"Don't do that, please ..." she asked, and turning to you, took your lips in an unexpected kiss. A few countless seconds later, she broke the kiss. “Please don't get things worse for me. Run. Run away and never return to Salem. Find a way to disappear. ”

"Are you coming with me?" You whispered. "If I escape, will you run away too?"

"The sun will rise..." Sarah whispered, absorbed. “Our love is impossible, (Y\N), and I wouldn't want to turn your life into a mistake because of me. Escape. Escape from Salem, and I promise that if I have a second chance, I shall find thee again. Even if thee get older and get white hair, I shall find thee and make thee know that I don't give up on us. ”

She kissed you once more. "I shall loveth thee f'r all et'rnity, (Y\N). " she promised, and then let you go.

* * *

Twenty-nine years had passed since the last appearance of sisters Sanderson in Salem. And of course time had passed to you too. You never heard of Sarah again, but she tried to change her life and settle away from Salem, as she had asked you.

That gave you huge treasures. Including your daughter, Becca.

And now, you were back, in the middle of Halloween, and she had gotten real friends to be able to live in the new city. You were happy for her, but you couldn't stop suffering from the memories that went and came because of that city.

"Mom?" Becca called suddenly surprising you. "We have guests."

"Of course, honey ..." you exclaimed, smiling. "Come in! I'm in the living room! ”

Becca came in, as you had asked, and you didn't even have the job of turning your head to face those who followed it. I thought it was the two friends who always walked with her.

"Mom, you won't believe it!" Your daughter said, looking excited. And then you turned, staring at the sisters' curious looks for the first time after twenty-nine years. "We light the candle!"

Sarah returned her eyes, shocked, and let a smile escape her lips when she recognized you. She didn't seem disturbed, not even hurt by all that. She was only happy, because after years of suffering, she had finally fulfilled her promise and found you.

She had found a way to find you, as she promised she would do.

#hocus pocus #hocus pocus x reader #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x reader #lgbt #romance #oneshot #imagine #i love sarah i'm obsessed with her #i was trying to do an archaic dialogue but i'm not to good #please request more imagines #sarah jessica parker #disney

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in-most-fandoms · 2 years

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To celebrate pride month here are some things/characters that give me gender envy but I can't explain most some of them

#gender envy #akise #eve #wall e #the moon #crows #that cat from hocus pocus #binx or something #literally the whole gang from night in the woods #Niko from oneshot #nabstablook #undertale #vendetta #l lawliet #duh

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moonagemeadows · 2 months

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𝐿𝐼𝑃𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝐾 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝐾𝑆. — 𝑆. 𝑆𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁

𝐴/𝑁: halloween's over when i say it's over 👹👹

𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑌: who would have ever guessed that a costume party could be so eventful?

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆: lowercase intended, fluff, mentions of brief smut, partying, bright lights, alcohol consumption and groping, sarah calling y/n "pet", "lovey" and "silly girl"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

max, dani, and allison would kill you.

what was meant to initially be the plan of finding winnie, mary, and sarah took an abrupt turn for the chaotic worst once you found yourself wandering around in hopes of finding the three witches and only finding sarah, instead.

which would've been a fantastic thing in retrospect — if the few cans of beer chugged and the lazy kisses that she trailed down your neck didn't result in you both going back to your house and ending up in your bed, your costume (that left nothing to the imagination) and sarah's dress haphazardly strewn on the floor.

for a witch that's like a thousand years old, she definitely knows what she's doing with her tongue and fingers, you mused internally while idly staring at the wall in front of you.

your head felt cloudy. like the kind of feeling that you get after boredly spinning in one spot for too long. whether it was because of the blindingly bright strobe lights that left the little polka-dots in the corner of your vision, the mind-boggling orgasm sarah just drew you to or whether it was the alcohol finally taking its course, you were wrecked.

that feeling of sleepiness didn't last too long before sarah was speaking.

"lovey," you almost, for a split second, had a hard time believing she fed off children's souls to stay youthful with how incredibly soft her tone was, "pet, are you awake?"

"mmh."

"i know you're awake, silly girl," the velvety purr in her voice had goosebumps erupting on your skin, "how did you like it?"

you felt the blonde's hand idly shift from where it was previously coiled around your waist beforehand to your ass — eliciting a high-pitched yelp from you, causing sarah to chuckle.

"g-good." you stuttered shyly.

"good."

as soon as it happened, her hand left your ass and you almost found yourself missing it. until sarah shifted and pulled you up against her.

"good," the blonde sighed contently, "try and get some rest, lovey."

"but what about mary and wi-"

"i'll deal with them when i see them again," the blonde interjected, clasping a finger against your puffy lips, "rest."

and you were to comply to her command. you were exhausted, after all.

yep. max, dani, and allison would kill you.

#sarah sanderson #hocus pocus #lgbtqia #queer #halloween #she was my first ever crush besides princess ivy from sofia the first #planning on also making a oneshot for her based after 'ivy's true colours' too 🤭🤭#im really gay #like really gay #also I LEARNT MY GERMAN VOCABULARY FOR A TEST I HAVE TOMORROW AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF :DDDDD #k bye <3

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mayiwritesomething · 2 months

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Echoplex (One-Shot)

This is a oneshot from LIAUN Series (Masterlist here)

Wordcount: 2,3k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, SMUT, teasing, sex (p in v, no protection), oral sex, cursing words, etc.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago while writing the chapters of love is an unfamiliar name (still 2 more chapters to go), i didn’t like it at first but anyway i decided to give it a chance haha. Considering the upcoming chapter 8 will be quite sad, let smooth things with a smut one 😜

Btw it fits somewhere between chapters 6 and 7 but can be read as a one shot on it’s own.

You jetted off to LA on Monday night. Since you and Pedro hadn't met before your departure, you kept exchanging messages. Back at home in your satin sleep dress, feeling gorgeous, you decided to send him a selfie lounging on your sofa with the caption: Movie night. Wish you were here 💔

Almost immediately, you heard the notification sound. It was Pedro. His response was, "Don't you tease me like that baby." Smiling and feeling a rush of heat, you replied with a picture in front of the mirror, the dress slipping from your arms, revealing the curves of your breasts, and the caption, "Or what? Gonna make me pay? 😇"

Forgetting that Pedro preferred calling over texting, you were surprised when he video-called as you returned to the sofa. He was eager to see you, and you wanted him right then and there.

"Oh my god... this looks perfect on you," he said mischievously, then added, "It makes me wonder so much about what's underneath it—why the fuck do you do this?"

"Well, I can show you if you want," you replied with a naughty smile.

"I do, baby... I really do want to see—fuck," his smile faded. "Baby, I have to answer this; it's my manager. I'll be right back."

"Okay," you muttered, frustration taking over as you sank back onto the sofa, scrolling through your Mubi main screen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, but there was still no call from Pedro. You decided to watch Bowie's Labyrinth, a movie that always made you feel at home.

Nearly two hours later, Pedro finally called, his excitement palpable through the phone. "I've got a fantastic project opportunity," he exclaimed while you listened, intrigued and staring at the screen. "Sorry for the delay in getting back to you, baby. I had to sort a few things out."

"It's alright," you replied, feeling drowsy. "I understand we can't ignore a manager's call."

"Well, the good news is I can make it up to you in person," he teased, causing you to melt a little inside. "Are you free on Thursday?"

"I'll be working on some mixes in my studio, but you're welcome to stop by. I’ve seen you working much more than I’d like; now you can watch me do my thing," you said with a smile.

"I'd love to," he responded eagerly. His enthusiasm was endearing, and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation; you couldn’t wait to see him in person.

On Thursday morning, anxiety enveloped you as you meticulously organized your home, ensuring everything was precisely in place. Seeking distraction, you headed to the studio on the other side of your yard to begin mixing a song you were producing. A few hours later, Pedro arrived, bringing your favorite coffee in a thermal cup along with a pack of peanut butter M&Ms.

Engrossed in conversation throughout your mixing session, you were captivated by Pedro's curiosity and respect for your work. You knew that for someone not directly involved in music production, watching someone tinker with synthesizers and create sounds could be quite boring.

"You're like some kind of witch with this whole hocus pocus thing," he marveled, seated in front of you.

Walking over to him, clad in a tank top and sweatpants, your inner music nerd emerged as you explained, "It's not that complicated; I just piece things together and tweak transitions. I'm not sure if it's good yet; I'll have Tim take a look tomorrow."

Pedro rose, drawing nearer to you, his hands gently tracing your face. "Sometimes, a simple 'thank you' is enough when receiving a compliment babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead, leaving you feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm sorry, thank you," you murmured.

"No need to apologize, mami," he reassured, cupping your face to kiss you tenderly. Chuckling at the new nickname, you kissed him slowly, feeling the desire building as he lifted you onto the wooden part of the mixing table. Craving his touch, you pulled him closer, kissing his neck and sensing his longing for you as well. While trying to position you on the table and removing his shirt, his hands accidentally slipped, nudging some buttons.

"Careful, man! This is some expensive shit," you cautioned between kisses as your hands fumbled.

"Sorry," he responded, stepping back. "Don't be mad at me, but I'd love to fuck you right here on this table, like right now." You felt a surge of conflicting desires—a battle between primal urges and rational thoughts raging in your mind. Drawing nearer to kiss you again, you reciprocated, feeling his intensity.

"I want you to fuck me now," you confessed, beginning to remove your top.

"Leave it," he instructed, laying you back on the table, as your primal instincts won this round. "Let's not rush," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck, as you moaned softly, feeling him between your legs, yearning to shed your clothes.

In a frenzy, you attempted to reach for his pants, but he firmly grasped your hands and gently guided them back to the table.

"Come on," you pleaded in exasperation between kisses as he began to trail kisses along your collarbone, slipping a hand under your top to caress the softness of your breast. Sitting before him, his warm touch in the air-conditioned room momentarily stole your breath, causing you to gasp silently.

"We have no neighbors now, baby. I want to hear you; I know I haven't seen everything yet," he murmured, locking eyes with you as his hand continued to tease beneath your top. Your attempts to remove it were thwarted once more. "I told you to leave it," he gently reminded you, guiding your hands back to the table, leaving you burning with frustration inside.

"Seriously? This isn't some master and servant kinda shit," you snapped, annoyed.

"You can have your revenge next time," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he gently removed his hand from under the top and adjusted it on you, the fabric showing how stimulated you were. "These are your words, not mine." He said it ironically.

Frustrated and conceding defeat, you seethed, "I fuckin hate you," while he chuckled, slipping a hand inside your pants and teasing you slowly. Involuntarily, you parted your legs, moaning softly and closing your eyes as he continued to explore.

"Are you sure of that?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on you. "Cause your body is telling me otherwise... Or are you wet like this all the time?" You could see how he was enjoying his little torture session.

"Stop—ah—stop fucking teasing me," you protested, feeling a mix of pleasure and anger.

"One word is missing, baby. Where are your manners?" His voice dripped with lust as his touch alternated between pleasure and torment.

"Please," you mumbled, trying to resist the urge to give in completely.

"I know you can do it a bit louder; I almost didn't catch that," he taunted, quickening his movements before abruptly stopping, holding your jaw with his other hand. You couldn’t think straight anymore.

"Please... PLEASE… PLEASE DON'T STOP," you cried out of sudden, your hand gripping his arm as you bit your lower lip, urging him to continue. "Please, Pedro—please, baby, don't stop," you pleaded, a mixture of desperation and desire in your voice.

“I didn’t see that coming this fast,” he said, still holding your jaw with one hand, then kissing you as you moaned, grinding on him. Surprised and aroused by your response, he resumed his ministrations, and as the pleasure intensified, you could only whisper, "It feels so good... it feels so good—please," your plea trailing off. "Just like that—please keep going like that, baby," you urged, locking eyes with him as you kept moaning adrift in the moment.

"It's so beautiful to see you swallowing this pride of yours and begging like that," he remarked, cupping your face tenderly. "I'd do anything for you—fuck, you’re so wet—I want to hear you scream for me," he whispered in your ear, his words causing you to melt in his arms.

"You could start by letting me do what I want," you protested, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “What about that?”

"Today there's no negotiation," he laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" This time, you drew him closer and whispered, "Not even if I ask you nicely…”Taking his hand from inside your pants and gently sucking his fingers. “Please?”

Once again, he maintained control better than you. "Not today, baby," he reassured, planting kisses along your neck and holding your face tenderly. "Just lay down," he instructed, gently guiding you onto the table and slowly taking your pants off, though you felt a pang of worry as your knee knocked against something. As you settled into a comfortable position, a sudden intrusive thought crossed your mind: There goes a $10,000 synth.

Letting the tought aside, you longed for his touch as he focused on taking you to new heights, his attention focused between your tights. Gripping his hair, you let go of any concerns about the noise of your pleasure filling the room as you were fully immersed in the moment with him. It was just the two of you, lost in pleasure, clearly enjoying the experience.

As you finally screamed his name and struggled to maintain your balance, he crawled closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss so you could taste yourself. He was so caught up in his own pleasure in between your legs that he didn't even notice you slipping off your top, the last piece of clothing remaining.

Drawing you closer, he whispered, "You're so perfect," his words a mix of adoration and desire as he gazed upon your exposed body, then kissing it as you tried to hold him closer. You wanted to feel him inside.

"Tell me something I don't know," you chuckled playfully.

"Your humility brings tears to my eyes," he teased, planting kisses on your breasts. Your hands roamed freely over his body, eliciting goosebumps from feeling him as he teased you before giving you what you wanted. Returning to kiss you, the sensation of him finally being inside you was fenomenal. Suddenly, your hand accidentally hit a button, causing a burst of bass sound that startled both of you, leading to shared laughter.

"I'm pretty sure I broke something this time," you fretted, concerned about the unexpected noise.

"Wanna go down?" he suggested, worried, ensuring he kept you close. You nodded in agreement, indicating the armchair where he had been seated.

Taking a seat, he maintained eye contact with you, holding you close. The desire burning in his eyes was a sight to behold as you gently pushed him back and cupped his face, a smile playing on your lips. "I want you inside again," you whispered almost inaudibly, your words filled with longing.

"Babe, please," he murmured in response as you trailed your fingers over his lips, settling on top of him to ensure you could move and fully feel him.

The way he gripped your hips left you with no control over your own movements; he was once again in charge after the brief moment of stillness you both shared. Your hands clung tightly to his back as one of his hands guided your hair gently, not forcefully, exposing your neck as you ground against him, feeling every inch filling you. Even the fact that he was controlling your movements didn’t bother you this time.

You wouldn’t let him know this easily, but he knew what he was doing. You loved to feel how harder he would grip you each time you moaned. His laughter ringing out, asking, "Does it feel good?" at every curse word that escaped your lips. How lovely he kissed your body, muttering “es tan rica” while hitting you firm but slowly. The way he touched you. How In those moments of almost silent, heavy breathing, your eyes locked in a wordless understanding as you both discovered the perfect rhythm.

The pleasure building within brought you to tears as you reached your climax. Right after hearing his voice calling out your name as he held you close tightly in his own moment of release, which felt so warm inside of you, a mix of cries, laughter, and trembling filled the room. Struggling to kiss him back, you felt his heavy breathing and sensed his shaking body as he rested his head against your chest, muttering words you couldn't quite make out.

Seeing his smile, you returned it, both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. He tenderly kissed your chin as you held him close, both of you sweaty despite the air conditioner running. Without a word, you simply gazed into each other's eyes for a while, sharing smiles and kisses.

"If we keep this up, we could compete in Iron Man," you remarked with a chuckle.

"Sure," he agreed, clearly out of breath.

"You should quit smoking, old man," you teased, laughing. He shot you a playful yet judgmental look in response. "Don't give me that look; I’m aware of my glass ceiling," you defended yourself, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You destroyed me,” he laughed while kissing your breast, his beard tickling you and causing you to chuckle.

“Want to take a shower?” You asked shyly.

“Yes, we made a mess.” He adjusted your hair and kissed you, pulling you as close as he could.

“Consider yourself lucky because I’ve never had sex here,” you laughed.

“I’ll help you tidy things up,” he said, trying to be useful, “and we can check if everything is working because if it’s not, I—” You sensed his anxiety.

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford,” you said, kissing him. He just gave you a surprised look. “All I want is to have a shower and another round, if you’re up to it,” you teased.

“I think I can handle another one,” he smiled back at you.

"So, what are we waiting for?”

I can't believe that life's so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love

That I'm feeling

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedrohub #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro x reader #Spotify

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dear-yandere · 2 years

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hello, hope you're doing good.first of all, I love your blog.Thank you so much.

Also, can you recommend good dark male yandere books with female pairing? manga, manhwa, fanfics anything.

hi nonnie!

i couldn't think of many off the top of my head, so i asked my yan server for some manga/manhwa/webtoon reccs! most of these are oneshots, and please be warned that a good deal of them are dead dove!

smut = ♥

tonari no seki no hen na senpai ♥

kishinmura ~ kami no matsuei × nie no shoujo~ ♥ [highly reccommend]

ucyu no siso sama no tugai ni narushikanai! ♥

isekai-saintess tries to escape the harem-type yandere ♥

a false confession

the beast tamed by the evil woman

i tamed an emperor then ran away

my broken vampire ♥

your majesty please spare me this time

the villainess is a marionette

i failed to oust the villain!

paradise of deception ♥

i'll twist the neck of a sweet dog

if you are reincarnated as the villain mob's daughter ♥

hocus pocus ♥ [highly reccommend]

please dont eat me!

the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

the broken ring: this marriage will fail anyway

the baby isnt yours

never ending darling

the male lead won't let me be!

the elegant sea of savagery

sacrificed

#*chats #recommendations #vanya.txt

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nekodere07 · 1 year

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Can someone recommend me Team ZIT fics? + technically fic recommendations also for those who want to read them

Preferably completed and platonic but if it's not, its ok as long as it's not obvious enough that I can still convince myself that it's /p

They can also be either Tango, Impulse, or Zedaph-centric as long as the 3 of them are there I'm ok with it

Team ZIT fics I already read so far to avoid repetition (and maybe people might also want to read them):

The Call of the Void (my most fav Zedaph centric fic so far)

Labs Were Not Made For Littles

Your Message: Come Get Me Please

cura te ipsum

The TIZ Team

What is a Tango?

When You Wake Up, You'll Be Forgotten.

Here is Home

My Behaviour’s Crazy, Can’t Phase Me!

Time Travel Zedaph

Repulse

Don't Go Pretending You're Okay When You're Not

Everything or Nothing

Furious Cocktail AU

Arctic Blaze

Lava is Thicker Than Water

Even in Death

Tapping on the Glass / Falling in a Forest

Home With Me / Home From You

Hunt the Haunt

When Everything Burns (I'm There To Calm The Blaze)

Camp ZIT

magic misfits au

Wax Covered Eyes and Void Filled Mouth

“I’m a blaze hybrid.” (my most fav Tango centric fic so far)

Magic (We All Need a Helping Hand)

Team ZIT Intro (Working Title) (DBH au is pretty interesting)

Maybe I've done enough

impulse you idiot please take a nap

Chicken and Man (No Alfalfa Here)

Tell Me I’m Frozen, But What Can I Do?

potholing

Bite Tongue, Deep Breaths

here was a man mourning tomorrow, who tried but finally drowned in his sorrow

Everything Moves (in which Team ZIT experiences the laws of motion)

Colors- aka nearly 3000 words of the author having no clue what she is doing

The Strange Being That Is Zedaph

Location Unknown

stomach bugs and self-care

Achievement hunter

Fulfilled

Omen of Death Tango

A Guide to Urban Exploration and Animatronic Repairs

Stressed Till Regressed

Losing Face (my most fav Impulse centric fic so far)

The Sun Could Go Out, We're Gonna Be Okay

i can't carry the weight

A Crack In The Egg (not a platonic fic but it's not obvious enough that I can still read it as /p, surprisingly I also loved it)

ZITS Oneshots

a little help from my friends

Lava goes "sloosh sloosh," people go "AHHHH"

I’ve Got You (ZITS angst)

Sliiping Lately

Crystals and Candy

Security Breach (my most fav non HC au fic so far)

Hocus Pocus, Zedaph’s the Focus

Broken Red Line

friends in odd places (my other most fav non HC au fic so far)

✨ UPDATE ✨

Trapped in Paradise

count your blessings, not your flaws

Cause We Are Whole (Robot Tango for the win!!!!!)

Out for slaughter

You’ll Dig a Grave With Me - 00FFFF - Hermitcraft [Archive of Our Own]

Another One Bites The Dust

Character Building with Tango Tek and co

Team ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

Armour Makes the Man

Automaton Blokes

Chocolate and a Miracle or Two

You Called?

Toil and Trouble

And your just a burden.

Phasmozits au

Grade-A Pranksters

Parare Ad Convivium

It’s Just a Jump to the Left

These Hands Are All We Have

At Least You

Holes in Judgement

Swallow Your Fears

#nekodere07 #hermittober #hermitblr #hermitcraft #hc tango #tango #tangotek #hc impulse #impulsesv #hc zedaph #zedaph #zedaphplays #traffic smp #trafficblr #fanfic #ao3 #someone recommend me fics I'm desperate :(#I think I read too many Grian centric/Desert duo fics that the recent ones have been less entertaining #hopefully if I read Team ZIT I can enjoy Grian/Desert duo fics again

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raainy-daze · 2 years

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Your Best Story

halloween special !

rottmnt leo x gn!reader

summary: midnight’s the perfect time to tell your ghost story, right?

word count: 1,352

warnings for creepypasta-esque stories! i was lazy with it so i doubt it would actually shake anyone, but just in case

a/n: second halloween oneshot of the month! i was somewhat happy with the first half of this, but i feel like i got a bit lazy in the second half. either way, happy halloween!

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Ah, October, the month of spooks and scares. There’s a chill in the air, and celebrations have begun.

On this particular night - October 5th, if you were to be exact - you were all cozied up in your apartment, wrapped in a blanket, sharing a bowl of popcorn with Leonardo Hamato himself as the credits to Hocus Pocus rolled.

“And that’s why the Sanderson sisters are icons.”

“Because they tried to eat a bunch of little children?”

“No, because they looked fabulous while doing it!”

“Whatever you say, blue.” You pressed a kiss to Leo’s cheek before you grabbed the now empty, save for a few unpopped kernels, popcorn bowl. A quick glance at the time told you the time was now approaching midnight, and the stars you could see through your window certainly seemed to agree with your clock.

“I can’t say the story was all that scary, though. I mean, come on, that was supposed to scare people in this town?”

“It’s a kids movie, Leo.”

“Ah, yes, a kid’s movie where they make fun of the main character for being a virgin every five minutes.”

You sat back down with Leo, leaving the bowl ‘to soak’ (yes, all that was in it was popcorn, but it wouldn’t hurt). “Fair point, but my own point still stands. I doubt they’d want to scare away all the five year olds.”

Leo shrugged, moving closer to you. He opened his arms, one end of the blanket in each hand, signaling for you to join him. “Well, I say that Allison’s a horrible storyteller, and I can do it better.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Tell me a scary story, then.”

“Ohh, you sure about that?” There was an all-too familiar light on Leo’s eyes. “It’s getting late. I wouldn’t want to disturb your sleep.”

“Try me.”

“Well…” A grin had spread across Leo’s face now. “Have you ever heard the tale of… The Gumbus?” He waggled his fingers for a dramatic flair, but you just raised an eyebrow.

“I have.”

“Well, you’d better brace yourself then, because the Gumbu- wait, you have?” His smirk fell right off his face. It was kind of sad, really.

“Yeah, he was a robot some ten-year-old stock boy built. Mikey told me all about it. There was a chicken involved too, wasn’t there?”

“Oh, that little story-stealer- okay, that’s fine, that’s not all I’ve got. Why don’t I tell you about the…” Leo’s voice trailed off. “… Okay, yeah, that’s all I had.”

“How about I tell you a story, then?” It was your turn to wear the malicious grin.

“Depends. Is this the same one you told Mikey that freaked him out enough that he slept with a flashlight for a week?”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of stories. It’s up to you how scary you want it.”

“Give me your worst.”

“My worst, huh? You’re sure about that?”

“Your worst.”

You shrugged. “Your choice.” You cleared your throat, getting into your ‘spooky zone’. You would’ve got the light, but the switch was on the end of the room, and you were way too comfortable to get up for that.

“Have I ever told you about my friend Skye?”

“No, you have not. Let me guess, she’s haunted?”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not all. Wait, one sec-“ You grabbed your phone from your pocket, and quickly typed in ‘scary music’. You pressed play and turned back to Leo.

“‘Ghost Story Music’?” Leo read the playlist name. “Really?”

“Atmosphere, Leo, it’s all about the atmosphere.” You cleared your throat, and began telling your story. “About a year ago, my friend Skye and I went shopping. Skye was a nice girl - platinum blonde hair, brown eyes. She always gave to those less fortunate than herself.”

As you described your ‘friend’, you began hearing raindrops fall on your window. It truly was a night that just aligned itself for you, wasn’t it?

“Was?”

“I’m getting there. Now, we were in this old thrift shop. I don’t remember its name, or the address. I do remember that we only bought one thing, however. A pair of ruby red earrings that Skye had found. She told me she felt drawn to them. Little did I know just how drawn she was.”

Thunder. Leo jumped a bit, to your delight. “Scared already?”

“Yeah, right. You haven’t even told me anything weird yet.” Leo - albeit jokingly - rolled his eyes.

“Sometimes, the anticipation is worse than the story itself, y’know.”

“Sure.” When had he grabbed your phone? “And that’s why you need an atmosphere playlist.”

“Oh, just shut up and listen to the story.” You grabbed your phone back from being waved in front of your face and continued.

“So, Skye started wearing these earrings like, all the time. And I mean all the time. About three months after she’d bought them, I went to visit her. It was early in the morning, and I guess her alarm didn’t go off. I found her sleeping in these earrings.”

“Mm hm.”

“I woke her up, and asked her if she’d just forgotten to take them off. After all, you could rip an earlobe like that, these were dangly earrings.” You pulled on your own ear to illustrate your point. “She told me she couldn’t take them off.”

“And why’s that?”

“The voices wouldn’t let her.”

That seemed to catch Leo off guard. “Excuse me?”

“She told me about a week after getting the earrings, she began hearing voices. They told her how special the earrings were, and how special she was. I remember her eyes glazing over like she was in a trance when she told me what they referred to her as.”

“What?”

“Food.”

Leo’s eyes widened. He was the type to pretend to not be scared, but you thought you were getting through to him.

“After that, I told her she had to take them off, but the next day she came to school with them. And the next. And the next. The fourth day, she didn’t show up at all. So, I went to check on her. Her parents told me that Skye had been gone since that morning, and they thought she’d been sleeping over at a friend’s. I went upstairs to check her room, and there on her bed were the earrings. Laid out neatly, on the perfectly made bed. No Skye to be seen. I picked them up for just a moment, and I heard nothing but screaming.”

When you paused, you were met with silence.

“I dropped them back on the bed. No one’s seen Skye since. I suppose in the end, she really did become food.”

As you ended your story, Leo remained silent. Until…

“Still not as scary as the Gumbus.”

“Oh, screw you! The stock boy industry isn’t even a real thing!”

“Sureee, just go on thinking that.” You flicked his nose - or at least, where his nose ought to be, it wasn’t really the same as a human’s nose.

“I think you’re just bluffing so you seem cool.”

Leo scoffed. “When have I ever done such a thing?”

“That’s rhetorical, right? Because the answer is literally always.”

“Aww, you don’t think I'm cool? My own significant other thinks I’m uncool?” He put a hand over his heart. “I’m hurt!”

“You’ll be more hurt when I rickroll you at 3 AM while you’re asleep.”

“That is the weirdest threat I have ever received. Actually, no, second weirdest.”

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Approximately an hour later, Leo had fallen asleep against you, still on the couch. You were just about to drift off to sleep, but you were debating with yourself.

Of course, Skye wasn’t real. The story wasn’t actually meant to be the scary part at all.

The ‘scary’ part was that you’d modeled the story on a pair of earrings you had gotten for your birthday last year that you never wore.

Would it be mean to get up and set the earrings on the counter before Leo woke up? You could even hide in your closet.

As you drifted to sleep, you decided it depended on who would wake first.

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #leo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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marsbarsjars · 1 year

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Welcome Home Twisted Forest AU

This randomly came to me at the middle of the night, before a blasted wedding too Alrighty, so, this is basically fantasy n so on buuuut, the dark side of the fantasy world is at your doorstep. Here are my ideas for the current cast,,, (be warned, there will be graphic oneshots and little stories with this, understand this is just my idea and Val, you make fun of me n I'll chunk you off a roof/j /I love you too much man lmaooo) Also, I will warn you, these little guys aren't too... Kind to new comers, I mean, Eddie was one of the victims! Wally - A trickster, often leading those unaware to the dark pits of the woodlands. He is known for his manipulation over the creatures of the woods, guiding them along in his sick and twisted game. He is the main guardian, besides for Home. Both of them seem to be a demonic, if not eldritch entity. Barnaby - Seen as the big bad wolf of this dark forest, Barnaby is typically chasing those who are unknown down, taking each and every one of his prey to the ground until his dearest friend is satisfied. Barnaby was found alone, and taken in by Home. He and Wally think of each other as brothers practically. Julie - She is the witch, alongside Sally and Poppy (think Hocus Pocus kinda), often dragging young children into the woods. She lies about a world of treats and always full of sun, and once they are within her clutches, she takes their lives and they become one of the lost souls upon these twisted lands. Frank - Ah yes, the little elf who once attempted to run from the crude world he lives in and was given a punishment no other should receive. He is now unable to offically speak and hides from any newcomer, including the lost souls. He trusts only Julie, Eddie, and Howdy to protect him from their guardians, Wally and Home. Eddie - Instead of being a mailman in this world, Eddie is the one who brings the words from the gods of above to his guardians, entrusted to withhold this information from everyone. He is a valuable member of the family to Wally, often protected by Barnaby or Howdy and giving advice to his dearest Frank. He is a former mortal, shifted into the undead creature he is now. Howdy - Howdy is seen as Wally's second closest companion, never let out of his sight and practically as butler if not significate other in Wally's case. Howdy is respectful and keeps his tongue whenever another speaks up, allowing opinions to be spoken but not daring his to be heard. Sally - One of the three witches, Sally is in charge of potions and spells, casting them upon those who are near. She is the one who blocks the idea of freedom from the others, but she herself dares not to cast it upon Frank, the poor soul unable to speak. She can typically be seen skipping and hopping around while singing a twisted tune. Poppy - Poppy is the third and most beloved witch, healing her comrades and daring not to speak against her guardians. She enjoys her life with them either way and loves her two other witch friends, talking to them about her worries. She is genuinely the sweetheart out of all of them. Home - The second most beloved guardian of this twisted realm. He stands before all, as not one entity, but all. Not much is known about him... He seems to be only around once a year, as the cool air of fall shifts into winter.

#welcome home #welcome home twisted forest au #wally darling #frank frankly #barnaby beagle #julie joyful #sally starlight #howdy pillar #home #poppy partridge #eddie dear #horror #y brain is going fuckin crazy over this idea. uhhh #probably gonna go brrr and die soon #art soon of the goobers

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boyzcatchingfire · 7 months

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Spooky ~ *Son Youngjae*

Summary: You promised Eric no spooks or scares tonight. It was just supposed to be a wholesome movie marathon with candy. So why did the lights just go out all of a sudden?

Pairing: Son Youngjae X G/n!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1149

Warning: Bad attempt at a prank, swearing

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter

A/N: Happy Halloween!

Ever since Changmin found out how easy it was to scare Eric, he has never known a moment of peace. Any chance Changmin can freak out his friend, he takes it. As Eric’s beloved girlfriend, you know you should be supportive and tell Changmin to stop. However, every time he got scared, he ran into your arms, crying about how terrified he was and how thankful he was that you protected him. So really you can’t complain.

When spooky month finally rolled around, you planned on watching some tame Halloween movies with Eric in costume. That is the best part of the holiday: the costumes. He was wearing a Jack Skellington onesie, while you were in your Sally onesie. You even had a Zero plush in between the two of you. It was super comfy. You both had just finished the Halloweentown series and were just starting Hocus Pocus.

It was the perfect night, really. Eric needed a night to take a breath after working so hard on their latest comeback. You also missed being curled up against him, with his arm slung protectively over you. Not only that, but it was fun to eat as much candy as you wanted and watch cute Halloween movies together. Everything was great.

And then the power went out.

“Aw man.” You groaned, blindly looking for your phone. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know.” Eric answered, sounding just as surprised as you. “I think a fuse might have blown? But I could be wrong…”

Turning on your phone’s flashlight, you frowned. “Damn. Do you know how to fix it?”

He shook his head. “Unfortunately, no.”

“Well, we can call maintenance I guess.” You were about to dial the number when a strange noise reached your ears.

You felt Eric stiffen next to you. “Did you hear that?” When you nodded, he then asked, “What was that?”

“I’m not sure. But it’s probably nothing.” You glanced over at him to see him pale considerably. “If you’re scared, I can go check it out.”

“What? No!” He sputtered, grabbing onto your arm so you wouldn’t leave him. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go wandering around the dorms alone when you could get hurt? Besides, I’m not scared at all!”

You couldn’t help yourself as you asked, “Are you sure?”

He scoffed. “Positive. Weren’t you calling maintenance?”

Just as you were about to reply, the noise sounded again and you stood up. “Here, you call them yourself. I’m going to go check it out.”

“What! No! Absolutely not!” Eric’s grip on your arm tightened, telling you just how scared he pretended not to be. “Haven’t you seen any horror movie ever? You go out there and something bad will happen to you or to me!”

“Oh, don’t worry about little ole me. I’ll be fine!” You assured him. “But if you’re so worried about my safety, I’ll get a knife from the kitchen and then go hunt for some monsters! It’ll be fun!”

“No! It will not be fun!” He whined. “Just stay here, with me, so I can keep you safe.”

You chuckled. “I don’t know, I think I’m the one who needs to keep you safe.”

“Rude.”

The sound was a lot closer this time. “Okay, seriously, Eric. I need to go see what’s out there. I promise I’ll be safe but I need to see what’s happening.”

“Y/n!”

But you were not deterred as he continued to pull at your arm. Grabbing your phone, you kissed him on the cheek before finally shaking him off you and leaving with the light. He watched it disappear into the kitchen with you. When the light didn’t move, he thought you were just being picky-choosy over which knife to use, but it still wasn’t moving.

Despite the feeling of imminent danger, he called out, “Y/n?”

The light went out, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Now Eric was terrified beyond belief. What the hell just happened? Fumbling with his phone, he turned on the flashlight and made his way into the kitchen. You weren’t there but your phone was. Confusion and fear made him start to shake. Why didn’t you just listen to him and stay with him on the couch?

“Seriously, Y/n, this isn’t funny! Come back right now!” But nothing happened.

Taking matters into his own hands, he started to search for a knife for himself. But he found that all the silverware was missing. Instead of pondering why the spoons were also missing, he started to hyperventilate.

“THIS ISN’T NOT FUNNY ANYMORE Y/N! COME OUT NOW!” He shouted, his voice wavering with fear.

The door opened and Eric rushed to see if Y/n had come back. But it wasn’t her. It was Changmin. Anger started to overtake his fear as he grabbed his collar.

“Changmin! I knew you were behind this! Where’s Y/n? This isn’t funny! What are the two of you planning?” Eric snapped.

His friend looked at him like he was crazy. “What are you talking about? I just came to steal some of your candy because Sunwoo won’t talk to me after I took him to that haunted house yesterday.”

“Then why is the power out and WHERE IS Y/N?!”

“Dude, I don’t know, but whatever you think is happening, it isn’t me. Y/n told me to give you a break tonight, so I decided to just torture Sunwoo instead. I have no idea what’s going on here!” He explained.

Eric’s fear doubled. Someone was in the dorm room and they had taken his girlfriend. “Then where’s Y/n…”

“She’s not here anymore.” A voice whispered in his ear behind him.

Letting out the loudest scream ever, the lights flickered on. Kevin was laughing his ass off and even Changmin was doubled over laughing. Eric could feel a few stray tears slip down his cheeks. He wanted to throttle both of them for this stupid joke!

“What the hell Kevin!” He screamed. “That’s not funny!”

“It wasn’t supposed to be funny!” Kevin said. “It was supposed to be scary and I got you so good!”

“Shut up, where’s Y/n?”

Jacob then appeared, with Y/n by his side. You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. “Jacob grabbed me when I entered the kitchen. Seriously guys, I said we’re not doing the scary thing tonight! Now apologize to Eric, or so help me, I’ll get you back five times as bad as you got him.”

Kevin and Jacob quickly apologized to Eric. “We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you that bad.”

He just scoffed and pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your shoulder. Stroking his hair, you whispered in his ear, “Want to keep watching movies with me? I can kick these idiots out too.”

Eric nodded, smiling that he had the best person ever in his arms right now.

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theauthor2103 · 9 months

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Hocus Pocus one shot between the Sanderson sisters as young girls before they got their powers.

A/N: I just watched hocus pocus 1 and 2 for the first time yesterday YES I KNOW I AM EXTREMELY UNCULTURED AND VERY LATE >:( but I am now completely hyperfixated on Sarah😛 she’s my favorite and I’ve guessed she’s a lot of other peoples favorite too. I really enjoyed the backstory of the Sanderson sisters in Hocus Pocus 2 and decided to make a oneshot about them. Really hope you enjoy it!^^

Salem, 1652

During a time long before the Sanderson Sisters wreaked havoc on the Salem villagers, they lived among the townspeople as villagers themselves. They were just as vulnerable as the rest, they got sick, their bodies could get hurt, and they were expected to follow the traditional housewife style every other village woman was expected to follow.

But, Winifred Sanderson and her sisters were not like the other village women, especially Winnie herself. No, she was cunning, feisty, ferocious, and she took no guff from anyone. She was completely herself and she would always be herself, whether the villagers liked it or not.

And it was no secret that none of the villagers, especially the Reverend, liked it.

They took pity on the poor girls after their parents had died and tried to understand the young girls’ anger and pain. But I’m their minds, the villagers figured that enough time had passed for the Sanderson sisters to move on from their past and fall in line like the rest of them. Go to church and praise the Lord every Sunday, present themselves to the men in the village and become a housewife, bred children and follow along like every other village woman.

Winnie hated the very thought of becoming a housewife, in fact, she despised it! She would never be like those other foolish women, she would make a life of her own with her sisters.

Fifteen years old, parentless and orphaned, the eldest Sanderson sister stood inside the butcher’s shop dying the cuts of meat. She had found some work in the village and managed to procure enough money to finally feed her and sisters.

As the eldest, it was up to her to take care of her younger sisters, Mary and Sarah. Foolish and dim-witted as her younger sisters were, Sarah vowed to take care of her kin and protect them till the day she died. She always made sure they were fed, cleaned, and had a roof over their heads.

“Ah, young Sarah,” Samuel, the village butcher said as Winnie entered the shop, “what might thy want today?”

“Depends on what meat thou would have today,” Winnie said, matter-of-fact.

“Thine son hast prepared only the finest and tastiest of lambs this morning,” Samuel offered, smiling. to the young woman.

“I hate lamb,” Winnie replied, most unimpressed.

“Hmm, well perhaps thou would like a cut of fresh chicken?”

“Pass.”

“Er- perhaps thee would like porkchops? There’s have just a bit left from last-”

“No!”

“I’m, er, afraid that there’s not much more options to choose from, young Winifred.”

“I heard talk in the town of a cow that thou hadst prepared. Perhaps thou could procure a cut of meat for my poor, parentless sisters and I?” Winnie looked up into the butcher's warm face, luring him in. The man had a heart of gold that Winnie could easily prey upon.

Samuel scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Heh, well indeed, thou does have a cut of the freshest beef. But, it’s er, bit on the priced side,” she said.

“Oh, thou couldn’t perhaps offer up a small discount to thee?”

“Well, er, thou would, but alas. Thine wife forbids it. Only members of the church and personal friends and family get that discount, dear Sarah.”

“Hmm… Samuel,” Winnie said, sighing out. She had him on the line now, she just had to keep reeling him in, “thou hast been shopping at your store for… how long now?”

“Er, ever since your parents passed.” Winnie shifted her weight in her foot and tapped her mouth thinking.

“So that would be-?”

“Oh, about… two, maybe three years.”

“Thou hast surely paid thine rent with the money I’ve given you. Samuel, are you to send me off to my poor orphan sisters, hungry and tired? Surely you couldn’t help three young girls this time? The beef would surely keep us fed through next week!”

“I, uh… well… oh, I sup-pose,” Samuel said, hesitantly accepting Sarah’s deal. “Beef half off of for thou and her sisters.”

“Bless you,” Winnie forced herself to say, feeling the words burn in the back of her throat. The meat was cut and paid for half off, Sarah handed over the money and took the meat in a paper bag, curtsying the butcher before exiting the shop.

She stopped outside, closed her auburn eyes, and took a deep breath. She smiled cunningly to herself and swaggered away from the door. She could play that man like a fiddle every time. “Foolish imbecile,” she muttered to herself.

Winnie continued walking past the village people off towards her house where her sisters should be. She hoped they had both completed their chores by the time she came home.

“Sisters,” Winnie greeted, opening the door of the Sanderson house and stepping inside.

“Winnie,” Mary greeted from the living room, sewing holes in some of their clothes that had been ripped. “How I’ve missed thee today! How was your day?

“Tiring, Sister Mary,” Winnie said, setting the bag of meat on the table and coming over to her younger sister. She sat down on the chair opposite Mary and crossed her legs, holding her head in her hands.

“Thou does look exhausted,” Mary agreed, continuing to knit away. Winnie yawned and curiously looked around the house, suddenly noticing her youngest sister Sarah was nowhere to be found.

“Sister Mary?”

“Yes, Sister Winnie?”

“Where is Sister Sarah?”

Mary rolled her eyes and sighed before replying, “out in the gardens finishing her chores.”

“She hasn’t finished picking herbs and spices from the gardens,” Winnie asked, “it’s nearly supper time! What could possibly be taking her so long?”

“Oh, Sister, Winnie! Thou know how much fun that child hath in the woods! She be out playing in a field of flowers, singing to all the animals, and what not!”

“She needs to do her chores and grow up, that damned child! She be almost a woman now,” Sarah said, rubbing her aching head.

“I do agree with thou, Sister Winnie,” Mary agreed, nodding her head as she finished stitching up one of Sarah’s dresses. “That girl will soon be a woman in a few years. But, I say let her hast some fun before then.

“Hmmf,” Winnie responded, rolling her eyes.

“If she isn’t back by the time I’m done cutting the meat, I shall go search for her,” Winnie said, about to get up from the chair and prepare supper for herself and her sisters. Mary put a hand on her thigh and stopped her, getting up and cutting the meat herself. She knew how tired Winnie was after working today and allowed her older sister to relax a bit.

“Thank thee, Sister Mary. I can count on you, at least.

“Oh, Sister Winnie, thou know thou can count on both of her sisters!”

“Yes, of course! However, you, Sister Mary, don’t get distracted so easily!”

“I shall not argue that!” The two sisters shared a hearty laugh together before the front door burst open.

“Sister Mary, thou will never guess what happened!” Sarah Sanderson, the youngest of the three yelled, running up to Mary excitedly and not noticing her eldest sister had returned home. Winnie smiled at the girl’s cheerfulness, it was a nice break from the usual gloomy life the adults lived.

“Oh? And what might that be, dear sister?” Mary asked, taking the slices of beef out of the paper bag Winnie brought home and cutting them up.

“I made a new friend today! She’s only the most kindest, and most beautiful woman I hath ever seen!” At this Winnie perked up and brushed her red curls back with her hands.

“Even more beautiful than thy own sister?” Winnie asked. Noticing her oldest sister in the house, Sarah gasped excitedly before running over to Winnie and jumping into her lap.

“Oh no, Sister Winnie! For no one is as beautiful as…” Winnie waited, narrowing her eyes and looking expectantly at her youngest sister, holding her in her lap.

“As thy own sister?”

“As… as me!” Sarah teased Winnie.

“Oh, you wretched little minx!” Winnie yelled, tickling Sarah’s torso mercilessly.

“Ah! No, Sister Winnie! It was only a joke, I swear it!” Sarah laughed.

“Swear it!” Winnie yelled back.

“I do! I swear it, I swear it!” Winnie let her sister go and smiled as Sarah laughed, climbing the ladder and plopping onto her bed.

“Tell us of your new friend, sister!” Mary yelled, finishing the last cut of meat.

“Oh sister, you should have seen her! For she was an enchanting woman, nothing like you’d ever seen before!”

“Really?” Winnie asked curiously.

“Really! She claims to live on the outskirts of the village, just south of the river.”

“Hmm, I didn’t know there were villagers that lived that far out.”

“Me neither, but I guess they do. She helped me pick the plants, even let me have some candy!”

“How curiously kind of a stranger to help thee with your chores.”

“She says she knows what it’s like to have sisters just like us! She wanted to help me,” Sarah explained.

“Well, I suppose no harm done then,” Mary said.

“Did you happen to pick all the herbs and spices we needed, Sarah?” Winnie asked.

“Yes sister,” Sarah yelled, gesturing to the door, “I left the basket outside, all the herbs and spices you told me to pick are in there.”

Winnie signed out in relief, at least Sarah had managed to complete her chore without getting distracted for once. She would sort through the plants Sarah picked later on that night and helped Mary prepare for supper.

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That night, Sarah lay in her bed fast asleep. She was exhausted from the trip to the woods today and soon fell asleep after supper. Winnie had helped her up the ladder and put her to bed as Sarah’s was the highest in the house, a small landing with her bed and an end table at the top of the house.

Winnie and Mary had stayed up only a little while longer, talking about gossip among the village before beckoning each other goodnight.

Fast asleep, each of the tired sisters lay in their beds. The moonlight shone through the skylight of the attic in Sarah’s makeshift room, making her blonde hair glow in the light.

“Come little children,

I’ll take thee away,”

The most hypnotizing, luring voice Sarah had ever heard in her whole life suddenly woke her.

“Into a land of enchantment,”

It came so suddenly to her, her eyes grew wide and her mouth sprung wide open, she could feel herself in a trance and allowed the beautiful, soft voice to lull her.

“Come little children,

the time’s come to play,”

Sarah lifted the covers off her and stood from her bed, beginning to descend down the ladder.

“Here in my garden of shadows,”

Dressed in only her nightgown,

Sarah opened the door and stepped barefoot in the cold, wet grass walking outside in a complete trance. She felt so relaxed and calm, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

She needed to find this mysterious woman that was singing, needed to be with her. Sarah knew she would be safe with this woman, she could feel it in her heart. With a voice this pure and gold, what harm could ever fall onto her?

“Come little children, the times come to play,”

A cold breeze swept through the house, making Winnifred shiver and hide under her blankets. She scrunched up her face as another cold wind swept through the house. “Confound it!” She cursed. Winnie sighed and threw the covers off her, jumping out of bed and climbing down the ladder.

She only needed to climb down a few steps as her room was the closest to the floor, and the biggest in the house.

Winnie walked over to the door that was sprung open by what she assumed to be the wind, and turned her attention to the fireplace. She added more logs into it and blew on the fire to make it grow. Satisfied once the fire grew, she warmed herself for a bit before walking back over to the ladder. She looked up at her sister's beds seeing Mary snoring in her bed fast asleep, and Sarah’s sheets on the floor. ‘Good, they’re sleeping,” she thought tiredly.

Wait, Sarah’s sheets on the floor? What?

She stepped back and took another look up at the attic and rubbed her eyes. Sarah wasn’t in her bed it seemed. Perhaps she was in the outhouse? Winnie looked outside and rolled her eyes before making her way over to the door. She knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep unless she knew where Sarah was.

It was pointless really, she knew this. Sarah would come back inside in no time and go back to bed, but Winnie needed to make sure. She already had to bury her mother and father, she wasn’t going to bury one of her sisters. She’d be damned if she ever let that happen.

“Sister Sarah? Are thou in there?” Winnie asked, pounding on the door of the outhouse. “Sister?” There was no response. “Sarah? If you don’t answer me I shall break down the door and force my way in!” She waited a few seconds before cupping her nose and kicking the door open. It was completely empty, Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

Winnie closed the door and stood there before opening it again as if her sister would magically appear. “Sarah? Sister Sarah? Where are thou?”

Winnie began to panic and looked around the yard for her youngest sister. “Sarah? Sarah!?” If she wasn’t in the house or in the outhouse, then where could the blonde possibly be? Where oh where was her youngest sister!?

Winnie ran around the yard, frantically searching behind the house where the laundry was hanging, but finding no Sarah. “Sarah! Sarah, where are you!?” Winnie yelled out, looking around the yard desperately. She ran back to the front of their house and saw all the lanterns lit on the other houses, but saw no shadow of her sister

“Sarah!” Winnie screamed. She was terrified that something horrible had happened. Where was she? Why would she leave the house at night? Where could she possibly have snuck off to? Winnie was sure it wasn’t to see a boy,

Sarah had never expressed any interest in boys to her or Mary and she was still so young. “SARAH!!!”

She stood and waited listening for a cry, a scream, an answer, anything!

“Come little children,

The time’s come to play,

Here in my garden of magic.”

What? Was that- singing? Winnie furrowed her brows curiously and looked around towards the voice. It seemed like it was coming from every direction.

Another cold breeze swept past her and Sarah turned towards the wind’s direction seeing a small child from afar walking to the forbidden forest. “SARAH!” Winnie yelled. Immediately she understood, the townsfolk had always wanted their young not to wander off to the forbidden woods. Witches were known to lure children into the forest and take them away. Winnie herself never believed in the rumors, but after hearing the strange lullaby and seeing a young child walking toward the voice in a daze-like state, she was not going to leave her sister's life to fate.

The child continued walking to the forbidden forest. It had to be Sarah, Winnie couldn’t tell for sure, but she knew it was her. She immediately sprinted to the blonde as fast as she could, holding her dress up to keep herself from falling.

Sarah was close to the forbidden forest, continuing to walk in a daze ever so slowly towards the enchanting voice that continued lulling her. All she could hear was that same song over and over on repeat in her head. She hadn’t even noticed that she had left her house.

“Sarah! Come back to me!” Winnie yelled desperately to her sister, but the voice seemed to grow louder and drowned her voice out.

“Come little children,

“No! NOOOOO! SARAAAAAAAHH!” Winnie shrieked, desperately screaming as loud as she could hoping her voice would make Sarah snap out of it. She used all her might to race to Sarah and catch her before it was too late.

“The time’s come to play,”

She was so close, at the edge of the forbidden forest now, getting closer and closer to the melodic voice. Sarah could see a figure in the distance far away beckoning her over and making a ‘come hither’ motion with her hands.

“Here in my garden of magic,”

“SARAH!”

Winnie grabbed Sarah right before she stepped foot into the forest and pulled her back so hard that both Sanderson sisters fell down on the grass, Sarah on top of Winnie. Winnie held Sarah tightly to her as the blonde shook on the older girl’s torso utterly bewildered.

“W-Winnie?” Sarah asked, shivering in the ground. “What happened?”

“I was going to ask you that!” The winds picked up and blew hard and ferocious, almost as if the forest itself was breathing. Together they stood back up, Winnie not letting go of Sarah, and sprinted back to their house. “Go! Run!” Winnie yelled, pushing Sarah back to the house and following behind her making sure her little sister made it back to the house safely.

They burst through the front door of the Sanderson house and panted. Winnie quickly shut the door and locked it, clutching the stitch in her side. Sarah rested her palms on her thighs and caught her breath.

“W-Winnie?” she asked. “What hast happened? Why were- we walking into the forbidden forest?”

“Arg! You stupid girl!” Winnie suddenly stormed over and grabbed a confused Sarah’s shoulders, shaking her. “What is the matter with thou!? Are thy crazy? Have you a death wish?”

“Wass going on?” Mary asked from her sleep, waking up.

“Winnie! Sister! What are thou doing?” Sarah asked, pushing Winnie off her and shrinking back. “I do not understand!” She was confused and scared, not understanding what had just happened and didn’t know why her older sister was furious with her.

“You! You walked to the forbidden forest! Out of thy bed, I only realized after adding more wood to the fire!” Winnie yelled, pointing to turning to the ladder, Sarah’s bed where the sheets were still askew, and the fireplace.

“I-I walked to the forest?”

“You almost stepped foot in it, confound it! What the hell were you thinking!?”

“I-I don’t remember… I, I don’t know.”

“Thou doesn’t remember?” Mary asked from her bed.

“I went looking for thou when I realized you weren’t in thy bed!” Winnie explained. “I thought thou were perhaps in the outhouse, so I checked but thou weren’t there! Next I know you’re out walking into the forest!”

“I-I don’t remember!” Sarah exclaimed, stepping back from Winnie and holding her arms. “I don’t know why I was walking to the forest, I… I don’t know what what happened.”

“The stories of the forbidden forest,” came Mary’s soft voice as she sat up in bed. “So, they’re true?”

“Whatever does thou mean?” Winnie asked.

“Thou know what I am referring to, Sister Winnie! The old stories of wi-”

“Confound it, sister Mary!” Winnie yelling, shutting Mary up instantly. “Thou know it it’s only a rumor! It isn’t real!”

“A-are you sure Winnie?” Sarah asked, the young girl’s ocean blue eyes wide and staring frightenedly up at Winnie. “What if the rumors were true? What if I was lured into the woods by a wit-”

Winnie clamped a hand onto Sarah’s mouth and shushed her. “Oh, come now Sister Sarah! There’s no such thing as witches! Tis but an old wives tale! Scary stories that village parents come up with to keep their children from, ah, you know, wandering about and what not!”

Mary instantly understood what Winnie was doing and shook her head eagerly. “Oh yes, you’re right Winnie! This but an old wives tale, nothing more, of course.”

“Come, little Sarah. Let us put thee back to bed,” Winnie said, leading Sarah over to the ladder.

“Sister Winnie?”

“Hmm?”

“May I sleep with thou in thy bed? I don’t want to be alone, I’m scared!” Sarah cried, her eyes glistening with tears. The very sight of the poor girl made Winnie’s heart break for her. She stopped walking and hugged her little sister close to her. Winnie kissed the top of Sarah’s head and shushed her cries wiping her tears away. “Of course, Little Sarah, of course. Come now, I shall tuck thee in.”

Mary too joined her sisters in Winnie’s bed. It was small, but big enough to fit all the sisters together. Sarah slept in between her two older sisters, Winnie and Mary holding her through the night and cooing the younger girl as she cried.

“There there dear Sarah, tis over now,” Mary said.

“Don’t worry, Little Sarah. I shall never let anything dreadful or deadly befall upon you,” Winnie promised. She wrapped her arms around Sarah and held Mary’s hand. She was the oldest sister, all Mary and little Sarah had left. It was her responsibility to keep them safe and she would do anything for them, rip out her heart and give it to her sisters. She loved them both so much and held them close to her.

Soon Sarah’s sobs died down and she quieted, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Winnie held both of her sisters through the night and ensured nothing like this would ever happen again. She kept a watchful eye on her youngest sister after that night and always made sure the door was locked at night from now on.

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A/N: please lemme know what u think of this in the comments^^

~TheAuthor😛

#Sanderson sisters #hocus pocus #hocus pocus one shots #Sarah Sanderson #winifred sanderson #Winnie Sanderson #Mary Sanderson #Salem witches #fluff

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magic-hcs · 11 months

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✨✨Thatch x Reader✨✨

Title: One Interesting New Friend

Pairing: (Horrorfell Papyrus) Thatch/Reader

Important information: gift for LeftBlind, Soulmate au, part 2 of One Interesting Cashier, angst, insecurity, past implied cannibalism, happy end

Words: 7595

Summary: There’s a simple reason why Thatch goes to this 24/7 store. It’s open at night, meaning there won’t be any crowds to make him feel suffocated, the horrid stares will be less. It’s close by, meaning he can just get there by foot, no need to use the public transport. There’s you. He knows where everything is located. But most important there’s you. His soulmate

You don’t feel the same soulmate tugs Thatch does. But Thatch makes it wrk. Indulging only in the brief chats you two share.

Until one day, you’re not at the store anymore…

…

Fate really does have a sick sense of humor…

#hocus pocus oneshot!#undertale #papyrus #sans #undertale x reader #papyrus x reader #horrorfell #horrorfell papyrus #horrorfell sans #horrorfell x reader #horrorfell papyrus x reader #thatch #fluff #angst #angst with happy end

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sawyerconfort · 2 years

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A Witch’s Fear | Sarah Sanderson x Reader

SECOND ONE WITH MY BABIEST BABYYYY

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!

Masterlist is pinned on the blog!

Got any request? Please send me an ask!

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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.

* * *

"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.

* * *

"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...”

* * *

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.

* * *

"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...

#sarah jessica parker #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x reader #hocus pocus #hocus pocus x reader #oneshot #spooky season #lgbt #romance #fluff #funny #i love sarah #this was such a cutie oneshot guys omg #winnie being jealous of all her sisters boyfriends or girlfriends is my headcannon #and also sarah being all excited when she tries new things

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carladuquette · 1 year

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I was tagged by @dragonsoftheeast. Thank you, this was really fun!

1. What is your AO3 account?

CarlaDuquette. And yes, Carla is my real, actual first name.

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

Ok, so here's the problem: Since I already updated Close your eyes, count to ten this year, AO3 doesn't count it for 2022. At least the fic doesn't show up in my stats for 2022, so I'm assuming that means none of the words I wrote for it figure into the word count either. Which means there's a lot missing. But then it counts all the words of fics I started in 2021 and wrote just one chapter of in 2022, so…

As it stands, according to AO3 I wrote 65,384 words in 2022. (For reference, it claims I wrote 168,090 in the seven days of 2023 so far, because it counts all of Close your eyes, lol.)

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

I continuously updated one long-running fic and added to two oneshot collections that I started before 2022. I published five new stories in 2022, three of which were oneshots and two were multi-chapters. All of them were in the Elite (Spanish Netflix teen drama) fandom, except for one Casa di Papel oneshot.

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

My longest fic was Close your eyes (unsurprisingly, considering that it's still ongoing after 2+ years), a Lu-centric future fic and my first foray into fanfiction writing. If we go by fics I started and finished in 2022, it's there goes Princeton, a pre-canon Lu-Guzman teen pregnancy/abortion fic. The shortest was Joy to the World, an AU… Christmas fic? Or more accurately a heartbreak AU Lu/Valerio oneshot.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

My most popular fic by hits that I started and finished in 2022 was there goes Princeton. Least popular by hits was 12 points go to… in which some of the Elite kids watch the Eurovision Song Contest.

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

"Perform" sounds weird and is pretty vague. I'll take it to mean comments, because that is what makes me the happiest. Based on that, I'd say I put a spell on you, a retelling of the movie Hocus Pocus with Carla/Samuel as the leads. Some people commented on the first chapter, but all but one dropped off after that. Not the end of the world, since I enjoyed writing it tremendously, haha. But of course it's always a little sad to see that you're basically just writing for yourself (one of the reasons why there aren't many OG Elite fics anymore, I'd venture).

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

Missing her is like trying to know somebody you never met. It was the first (and so far only) fic I ever wrote outside of the Elite fandom, centering on my favorite Casa di Papel/ Money Heist character: Nairobi. I didn't really expect it to reach people, since there isn't an active ship in it and Helsinki is the only show character that actively appears in it. But it got several really kind comments, which made me happy 😊

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?

Ooof. I mean, I'd have to say Close your eyes. But outside of that… Probably there goes Princeton. I'm proud of the character work in it, and of the Lu/Guzman relationship. But it had also been on my mind for a WHILE before I finally wrote it down, something I've always wanted to work on. I'm firmly pro-choice, and it's an issue really close to my heart, and I think I managed to tell a story where that comes through without overpowering the characters' journey.

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

So many options! I really enjoyed the Casa di Papel fic Un Buen Dia (currently on hiatus, I think) by queen of Nairobi fics AndraB74. On the rare occasion that @cupcakeb still writes Lu/Rebe, I'm there – last year it was her great "sort of canon compliant" fic hate to be lame. And the Archie/Veronica masterpiece hymn for the missing by @andsmile (10,000x better than the disaster of a show these two are on)

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

Any fanfic writers, consider yourself tagged! Additionally I tag @booksandabeer @cupcakeb @lavandulacosmos @carlarosonn (you write fanfic, right? if not just disregard lol) @voidstilesplease @andsmile @theimprobabledreamersworld

#fanfiction #writing #elite #casa di papel #money heist

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