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spellwoodmanor · 5 months
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10/10 enjoyable acting
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Sabrina: Hey Lilith , can we go with you to Hell?
Lilith: What did Zelda say?
Sabrina: She said no.
Lilith: So why are you asking me
Sabrina: Because she's not the boss of you.
Lilith, internally: it's a trap it's a trap it's a trap it's-
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jupiternomad · 3 months
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Fanart of this incredible shot with Zelda Spellman from the TV show "Chilling Adventures of Sabrina". Honestly, she carried the whole show along with Hilda Spellman. Great characters and actors.
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sireditsalot4 · 3 months
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A cry for help
Summary: After witch hunters attack you, you find your way into the Spellman family.
Relationships: Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader
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You don't know how long you've been running but you know you've gotten far from your attackers. "You're a witch! Witches should be burned!" The male hunter takes a swipe at you with his knife, and you duck out of the way. The female attacker joined and pretty soon both hunters have you cornered against a tree. You only had a second to think or it's all over-
without thinking, you kicked the guy in the family jewels. Bending over in pain, holding himself he yelled out loudly. "You stupid bitch! We'll find you. You won't get far!"
That must've been hours ago now.
You hug yourself trying to warm up from the cold but to no use. The sounds of wolves howling fill the woods and you jump, tears stain your cheeks. You know your mascara is smeared and look a hot mess. Laughing to yourself, you spot a good looking area to hang out for tonight and run to it. Making a hole not too deep in the ground, you gather little wood shards and place them in and rub your fingers together, “Incendio.” You say. The wood shards alight with fire and you let out a sigh of relief immediately putting your cold fingers over the fire. Over time the fire grew and your heart slowed. Fatigue and exhaustion taking over.
Tickle tickle.
You go to brush off the leaf that’s on your face and go back to sleep but immediately feel it again.
“What the-” you fully open your eyes and see a man there with his finger close to you.
“What the fuck! Who are you?” You start to back up.
“Wait-wait-hi! My name is Ambrose, I’m not going to hurt you,” Ambrose looks you over and you see sympathy in his eyes. “come with me. I’ll take you somewhere safe, away from them.”
Them? There is another question at hand.
“If you’re wondering, I am too a witch. Everyone is.” Ambrose gets closer and you flinch. He assures you he won’t hurt you and you let him grab you and bring you close to him. The both of you reach a road and across you see a giant mansion with what seems to have a cemetery. I’m going to die for sure.
“We’re almost there. You’re doing fine.” Making it to the house, he guides you up the stairs and grabs his keys from his pocket. Opening the door he lets you in and take a look around the giant house. “This is huge,” you look at the wallpaper and art on the walls and can tell an elderly woman lives here. Maybe a grandmother. “Thank you, my aunts have an eye don’t they?” Ambrose goes over to the stairs that open up into two. “Aunties! Sabrina!” You jump from his shouting and try to regain yourself. “Shit.”
Footsteps come from upstairs and seconds you see two older women, you assume to be the aunts and a young girl, maybe the girlfriend come down. “Aunts, Sabrina this is…what’s your name again?”
“Y/N.”
“Y/N, and she needs our help. She was attacked yesterday by witch hunters-”
“Oh! You poor thing. Are you okay?” The shorter woman came from behind the taller one and grabs your hands keeping eye contact. “Do you have family around here?” You shake your head. “She can stay here for as long as she needs,” You look at the older woman and was mesmerized. Her ginger hair was curled over her shoulders and the outfit she was wearing, a green blouse tucked inside a black ankle length skirt had you in a gaze.
“Oh shoot- we didn’t tell you our names! I’m Sabrina, his cousin, and these are our aunts. Aunt Zelda and aunt Hilda.” Hilda waved joyfully and Zelda gave you a pleasing look. You nervously wave.
“You poor thing. Come-let me show you to your room.”
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frost-queen · 5 months
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Witches hour (Reader x Ambrose Spellman)
Requested by: anon ,Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn
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.
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“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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viikkah · 2 years
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Behind the scenes of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
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potter-head-phanatic · 7 months
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Masterlist Taglist ✰ He was a warlock and you were a mortal ✰ There was no reason for the two of you to meet, except for the fact that your younger brother, Harvey, was dating Sabrina ✰ You first met Ambrose when you were picking Harvey up from the Spellman mortuary one night ✰ Normally he would always be outside at the time you agreed, but he wasn't even answering your texts or phone calls, and you had enough ✰ Ambrose was walking towards the kitchen for a cup of tea when he heard the knocking at the door, and he wondered who could have been visiting at that hour of the night ✰ He couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the front door ✰ You were absolutely beautiful ✰ "Hi, i'm Y/N Kinkle, I'm here to pick up my brother, he's not answering his phone" ✰ He couldn't take his eyes off you which made you blush, but you couldn't keep your eyes off him either ✰ He invited you in for a cup of tea and you accepted, not seeing the harm in having tea with a cute boy ✰ You ended up giving him your phone number and you would text each other all the time ✰ You found yourself smiling when his name would appear on your phone ✰ That was when you knew you were in trouble ✰ You started visiting the mortuary more often, even if your brother wasn't there ✰ You and Ambrose would watch movies together ✰ Drink tea together ✰ Stargaze together ✰ Read together ✰ He quickly became your best friend, despite the fact that you found it odd that you never hung out outside his home ✰ But you never questioned it ✰ He was terrified to tell you about magic, after all those times he told Sabrina that witches and mortals couldn't mix ✰ To his surprise, and relief, you ended up having a very positive reaction ✰ You always had a feeling there was something magical about Greendale ✰ After the truth came out, you had an even closer bond than you did before ✰ He would show you all sorts of minor spells that left you amazed ✰ During the school year he would help you study for your college classes ✰ He was in awe about how smart you were ✰ It was one of the things he loved the most about you ✰ That and your never ending kindness towards others ✰ Sabrina shipped you two from the beginning, getting frustrated that the two of you denied your feelings ✰ She saw you as an older sister to look up to, coming to you with all her teenage problems ✰ The fact that you got along with his family is what really cemented his feelings for you ✰ He asked you out during one of your study sessions ✰ He had never been this nervous before, but he couldn't wait any longer ✰ He dressed nicely ✰ He made flowers appear out of nowhere ✰ He had prepared a whole speech ✰ He started panicking when you started tearing up, thinking he had said something wrong ✰ It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you ✰ He relaxed when you threw yourself into his arms, accepting his request, a huge grin taking over his face ✰ From then on you were both the happiest you had ever been ✰ He constantly had a hand on you ✰ Whether it was an arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, resting a hand on your thigh ✰ Your lips were addicting to him as well, he would take any opportunity to kiss you ✰ You would have home dates all the time ✰ He would call you darling and you would call him honey or love ✰ You would steal his clothes all the time, loving the smell of his cologne ✰ He thought they looked better on you anyway ✰ You would talk about the places you would visit together once he was no longer on house arrest ✰ He comforted you when Tommy died, holding you as you cried, knowing how much your brother meant to you ✰ You comforted him when he would get upset about his house arrest ✰ He would read to you while you were cuddled up in bed, his soothing voice lulling you to sleep ✰ He would place a gentle kiss on your forehead before drifting to sleep himself ✰ He no longer needed to dream because they all came true the moment you walked into his life
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flowerfairyboi · 6 months
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"Mother Moon, in the fullest of your form, we ask that you bless us with your gifts, your energies. As you ripen like a babe in the belly, make us whole again."
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Hare Moon (S3 E4)
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina directed by Viet Nguyen and written by Donna Thorland (2020)
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caossource · 9 months
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High res promotional stills from Hilda and Dr Cee's wedding (s4 ep2)
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gillianxmargo · 8 months
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Lilith: what is up with this neighborhood?! some van just pulled up and these creepy characters are getting out!
Hilda: that is a school bus Lilith, and those are children, my love.
Lilith: well i don't like the way they're looking at me
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The Very Chill Adventures Of Sabrina (2023)
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Lilith: like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill
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Comfort character tag game
Thanks for the tags, @sznofthesticks and @reyestrandd 🫶
Rules: List your top five comfort characters and include a gif of each!
1. TK Strand- 911 Lonestar
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2. Carlos Reyes- 911 Lonestar
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3. Elliot Reid - Scrubs
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4. Hilda Spellman - Sabrina the Teenage Witch (90s version)
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5. Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf (pictured above because I messed up the spacing)
No pressure tags: @dreamingofmickeywaffles @ellena-asg @hydesjackiespuddinpop @manicpixiedreamb0y @poppy-in-the-woods @omnivorousdilettante @baubeautyandthegeek @draculakells and anyone else who wants to do it 🥰
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ofc-fics · 1 year
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I See What I Do To People (NSFW)
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Warnings: Incest, smut (not epic yall, r focused, self indulgent), lots of abandonment, reader kinda sucks but everyone loves her
Times change. Everything does. With witches, it was slower. Whole families separated from the mortal world. But sometimes miracles happen: worlds collide. 
Split families can be mended. 
The sky was dark and gloomy on a day so full of hope. A family apart from five young adults spread like insects. They dispersed then vanished into nothing, one at a time. The four kids and a teen were the only ones left on the property. 
Well, not quite. A single silhouette stood by a car not owned by a resident. Curiosity donned on a single mortal blonde. The three siblings simultaneously brightened and the boy's eyes filled with tears. 
The eldest took charge and raced to the vehicle. Her hand landed on your shoulder, turning you to face her, before pulling you into her arms. Cinnamon whisky and tobacco engulfed your senses. You brought your own arms around her. Tears spilled over your cheeks. You exchanged words for a long moment, obviously needing your older sister's permission. 
Zelda led you back to the house. Her ginger locks billowed in the breeze; your gaze remained entrapped on them. You hadn't seen red hair in over a decade. You faced the group as you neared. You stared at the blonde before breaking into a smile. "You must be Diana!" You took her hand and gave it a firm shake; Zelda glowered at your joined hands over your shoulder. Your eyes fell to her stomach. The boy stepped forward and he instantly held every ounce of your attention. Your entire face lit up and the very flowers at your feet blossomed; even the off-season herbs. Your hands cupped his cheeks and wet drops flowed down yours again. A smile remained glued to your face. "Ambrose," you greeted your son fondly, if guiltily. 
The tall boy leaned down and wrapped his arms around your midsection, lifting you from your feet. 
"Oh!" you squeaked. Your hands traveled, one to his shoulder and one down his back. You cradled him to you as he held you up. 
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There was a lot of food, an international comfort tradition. You all sat around the kitchen table, Diana in her husband's lap.  
You raised an eyebrow at them, a faint smile painted on your lips. Ambrose had pulled a chair from the siting room and sat just off from the table, a little behind and beside you. Your full plate rested on your knees and you half-faced him. The family babbled pointlessly and no one bothered to ask about your time away. Looking at those around you, you took a deep breath and lived in the moment and the warmth of being with your family again. 
But it couldn't last. It never could. Lunch finished and the family returned to the sitting room. Ambrose remained attached to you, at the hip, though Zelda was throwing her weight around, elbowing her way to your other side. The couch was only supposed to seat 2 so you were somewhat pulled onto your older sister's lap. Your son continued to take up the majority of your attention, but your siblings tried to muscle in too. 
Edward and his wife re-told their meet-cute and your sisters were plainly bored while you were enraptured by the tale. Hilda reported on a new potion she was engineering. She claimed it would allow her to find anyone, anywhere in the world. You had your suspicions on its origin, though said nothing other than supportive claims which you felt deep in your soul. Zelda mumbled in your ear about the filthy novels her roommate had found an interest in, yet told no one. Your telepathic sister scoffed at the tattle tale before her focus slowly pulled to your thoughts. She flushed at the strength of your pride and knowing that you'd been waiting for the middle sister to find herself for decades. 
"Why did you leave?" Diana asked, gaining another glare from the eldest Spellman. You calmed Zelda on purpose with your hand, though accidentally with your laugh. "Let's not stir up that old drama. They're gone." 
Diana looked toward the cemetery behind the house, for Spellmans and autopsies left unclaimed. Her disapproving mother-in-law had just been lowered into the ground that morning so she could guess the root of the 'drama'. Nodding, the mortal woman let the topic drop. Looking at her husband, the blonde could see he had wanted her to let it go as well. It was worse than she thought. 
Ambrose touched your elbow to draw your attention next, back to him. "Did you visit Stonehenge?"
You flexed a stern eyebrow. "Did you visit the Vatican?" you reflected. 
Ambrose was coy as he turned away. He never wanted you to know the full story, and so you let the truth fade into his memories. No matter how much you wanted to know, you had little right to push yourself into your son's immortal antics. He had nearly 40 years left of his sentence and each year was marked by letters you sent on every special occasion. 
The sun touched the horizon and your magic was brewing again, seemingly of its own volition. You felt it when none of your surrounding family did. 
Hilda was off in the kitchen again, baking and cooking the evening's supper, humming cheerily despite having just buried her mother for the final time. Zelda was off preparing a spare room "without you knowing". Ambrose was clearly tasked with distracting you until Edward dismissed him to do so himself. Your only brother sank beside you on the same couch, though you were permitted to sit on a cushion now. "So, how long are you staying this time?" Anytime you visited back when the mortuary/home was owned by your now-dead parents, you never so much as stayed the night. Now that they were gone, clearly everyone thought your days of leaving home were done. 
You smiled adoringly at your older brother before turning your head to look out the window. 
Edward followed your gaze, then deflated when he realized. You didn't practice as they did. The moon phases and star placement and geographic leylines made all the difference when it came to your craft. He couldn't follow it well enough to follow or limit you, but he understood enough to follow a silent explanation. "One of these days..." 
You laughed. None of your family could control you, but that didn't stop them from trying. You were the youngest, if you didn't count your mortal in-law, though you were the black sheep. You were the most loved, though the most frowned upon. You bought into very little, borderline nothing, the family valued so highly. Your parents, your High Priest, even your oldest sister tried to alter your way of thinking, but you'd refused to change, to convert. Your father dropped to the ground, dead within a moment of you saying so. You almost thought he was faking, or being dramatic until he was buried later that same day. That was the longest you'd stayed in the Home until then and the longest since. Your mother had beaten you with mere inches of your life, and you'd lived that life, with them, for a month until Zelda first killed your older sister and buried her next to your father. You'd run away without another moment's hesitation, two years before your Dark Baptism. You only returned 20 years later, five measly years older, a powerful and capable witch of another brand. It wasn't for some time before your return that you understood Hilda was dead only temporarily. Your 16th birthday had passed without a hex or retrieving spell tossed your way, and you'd hoped they'd given up hope on you. You didn't return for nearly a century. 
It was the Witching Hour when you appeared in your sisters' room and interrupted their sleep. You'd had an enraged and petulant pre-teen Ambrose holding your hand. They started awake and sat up in their respective beds, taking in your young son and your tear-streaked face. You told them your son wanted to respect his family's tradition and craft and the boy vehemently agreed. He jerked his hand from yours and your sister nearly came out of her bed. They took him in and taught him their filthy ways. It broke your heart, but you left before your mother discovered your return. You started your letters that year. Untraceable yet undoubtedly from you, Ambrose read them out loud on those holidays. But he didn't respond until after the Vatican. He never informed you of his terrorist attempt, though you always seemed to know anything he tried to keep from you. You visited some years, though you only stayed when both your mother and son approved and when your mother swore not to start shit. Her vows were rarely kept, but she grew weaker and weaker with every broken oath bound to her power. 
The sun disappeared beneath the far land and you disappeared too, standing from the couch and pulling your jacket on. "Kiss that baby for me." Was all you said before turning into shadow yourself. 
Edward stared at the empty space you had just inhabited, wondering how you sensed when even your mid-wife sisters hadn't. 
The elder sauntered into the sitting room again, surprised to find Edward sitting alone. One shared look and Zelda sighed, shoulders drooping slightly. She wasn't even surprised. 
*
A decade and a half, and some change, later, a summons crossed your mind and the source was your blood so you were helpless to resist. You were home in an instant and you didn't pause for greeting, instead choosing to step forward and hug your niece. She held you back, just as tight, and it felt as though all was right in the world. The loneliness, your constant companion, faded for a time. You'd met Sabrina a few solstices back and you'd exchanged a few letters. She mostly had questions about boys and relationships.... Because parenthood apparently constituted successful love connections. Most of your advice consisted of encouraging her to follow her instincts and feelings. It didn't feel like helping to you, but she kept writing so she must've gotten something from your communication. Now, she had bigger things to discuss with you. 
"It's... about my 16th birthday."
You paused. All Hallow's Eve was her birthday and that was tomorrow. You smiled faintly. "Big plans with that boyfriend?" you asked optimistically. 
Sabrina stared you down until the brightness dimmed and you accepted that she was discussing her Baptism. You just hoped she wouldn't ask you to attend. You'd nearly been turned away from Ambrose's and you weren't sure you could face that High Priest, your brother's mentor and successor, and walk away unscathed again. 
"Auntie, there's a lot we need to talk about." 
Your heart sank. 
*
Your heart pounded, for several reasons. You sat at the more often used, though smaller, kitchen table. 
Sabrina hovered around, setting a cup of tea and Zelda's in front of you. She even started breakfast out of nervous energy. 
Hilda and Zelda descended the steps late that morning. You knew why and you'd have blushed if you'd been in the mood. Hilda squealed and barreled toward you for a swift hug before moving to stand by Sabrina. She seemed shocked by your niece's proactive actions. 
Zelda slowly trailed into the room. "You're here," she commented un-intelligently. 
You brought an eyebrow up on your face. Your eyes slowly turned to bore into your oldest sister. The chair immediately to your right slid from the table. 
The women's eyes all bulged while something clattered overhead in the attic. The ladies had never seen you power after moving on from their religion. 
One person left alive had, though hard footsteps pounded on the steps - and that person crossed the overhead hall, looking over the banner at you. "Mum!" 
You smiled up at him fondly. 
Zelda tried to sit across from you. The moment her ass hit the seat, a wave washed over her, leaving her in the seat you'd originally indicated for her to use. Her ginger locks were instantly frayed, borderline fried, and her faux fur was ruffled. Livid eyes met those of her youngest sibling, living or passed, and were started to find the stone buried within them. 
"I've heard..." The room began to tremble, the glass jars, vials, and china clinking against whichever surface it touched. "... disturbing news." Zelda looked around. "...of you." She met your eyes suddenly and showed a great deal of fear. "...killing my older sister." Zelda's favorite cup, the outer screen of the oven, the window behind where Zelda usually sat, and that stupid clay sculpture you'd formed with Satanic powers all shattered. The delicate shards transformed into sand, rose petals, or simply disappeared before they inflicted harm. 
"Vesta," Zelda warned in a low tone. 
"Zelda Phiona Spellman," you growled back, practically pushing yourself to your feet with your hands flat on the table. 
The ginger cowered in her seat. "What did you tell our niece?" she mustered the maternal strength to demand. 
Your stare didn't falter and you enjoyed her submissive reaction far too much. You sat back down. "Nothing. If you witness the Priest and his... recommendations, the least you can do is the same for me." You raised a cup to your lips. 
Hilda watched with awed pride. She didn't dare speak to Zelda like that unless it was well and truly necessary. Apparently, you felt her murder made it so. The blonde's heart warmed
Sabrina bravely took Zelda's usual seat. She was allowed to do so. "I'm not quite sure where to start." 
You set your joined hands on the table. "Then I will. A Dark Baptism will bind you to my sisters' deity. It will lock you into their religion." 
Sabrina frowned. "That sounds horrible."
Zelda went to speak, but you got there quicker. "There is an upside. A few, if that's how you chose to look at them. This is how you were raised. You know exactly the changes that will occur. You already have the shaky morals and your power can only grow once you sign. This is our family's tradition and our magic." 
Sabrina was deadly serious. "What do you use?"
No one said anything, including you, for a breath. That was the 30 silver pieces question. "That doesn't matter. I'm not a teacher and I made it up." Still, no one said anything. Your forehead suddenly wrinkled with compassion. "Wanting to sign the book is valid. Do you not?" you asked. 
Sabrina looked down. "I don't know. Something doesn't feel right." 
"Mortal influence," Zelda spat out. "Sull-"
Your eyes were hardly exceptional, but the ferocity of your sudden glare made your older sister mute. "I'll have you remember our brother had a very mortal influence and he remained a very powerful and respected Warlock."
Another set of teacups cracked. Zelda's eyes cast down in guilt. Hilda looked away too and you were even referencing anything about or to her. Sabrina looked touched at the reminder. "Now, you." You regarded the blonde. "Questions?" 
"Does signing the book mean I'll go to Hell when I die?"
"Yes, but the fun side."
She frowned, alarmed. 
"How the fuck should I know? Am I dead? Next."
"Is it possible my parents were killed?" 
You frowned at the question, but answered it all the same. "Absolutely not. I had the whole planet searching for an answer. It was an accident."
Sabrina nodded, finally accepting that answer. 
*
When Sabrina had all of her answers, she left. When only 3 sisters were in the kitchen, after a quick hug from your son, you released Zelda. You thought she would leap up, possibly hit you, but instead, all she did was light a cigarette. She offered you a drag, but you shook your head, leaning back in the chair. 
Hilda snuck up behind you, hugging you from behind. You smiled and put your hands on hers. Zelda flicked her ashes already and the ashtray fixed itself. The ginger smirked at you before opening her newspaper. "Was Edward and Diana's deaths really accidental?" Hilda asked by your ear. 
"No." They both look at you abruptly. "But I got the little Satanists. They aren't on the the fun side." You had your own wicked grin, none that neither woman questioned and both felt pride at your darker side just for family. 
"You're staying for the Baptism?"
You looked up at your oldest sister, eyes on the offense. "Wasn't aware outsiders were welcome..."
Zelda looked caught. 
It enraged you. You were not signing a contract just to see someone else sign the same rotten book. "I'll stay for the decision." You placed your feet on the ground and went to stand. 
Zelda didn't dare try her magic, instead choosing to straddle you. Her hands on your shoulders kept you back, but her weight kept you pinned. 
"Zelds-"
Your protests seized in your throat as she trailed one hand down your hair. The last time you'd been intimate was with Ambrose's father and he'd been far from kind. Your breathing shallowed and your eyes slipped shut. "Zelds," you whined, head instinctively following her tender hand as it trailed down your locks and away from your scalp. 
She retracted all the way and stared down to see you pout up at her. Your older sister cupped your chin and turned you to see your ecstatic other older sister. "Look, Hildie, our kitten's back." Her hand trailed down your face, thumb catching your bottom lip to pull it away gently. "Our little Kitten."
Hildegard caught you off guard and lunged forward, cupping your face. Zelda rested her digits against your throat as Hilda pressed her lips to yours. 
This was inevitable. You'd always known, if you'd stuck around, your sisters would always be your everything. Your love for them now came at a second to Ambrose, as you came at a second to Sabrina. But this was still everything. The way she held your face, the gentle massage of her lips against yours. The eternal, but now combined scents of your sisters wafting your nose back so many memories. You drowned in them. Kissing her back with a passion you drowned in her. The two of you moaned together and Zelda tightened her grip around your throat. Your whines cit off and gargled like a grunt. 
One of the baker's hands floated up to fist similar locks and pulled. 
The rough handling from the two of them left an obvious wetness between your legs. 
Zelda's grip on your neck loosened and you greedily suck in as many lungfuls as you could. "Hildie, do that again." Pale red locked trailed over her shoulder as Zelda tilted her head in observation. 
Your head jerked back and Hilda just kept going. Your scalp burned most deliciously and you couldn't restrain the deep gasp as your eyes slipped shut. 
"Ooh," Hilda crooned enthusiastically. Her fingers scrabbled for more locks to hold. 
"I knew it," Zelda gloated smugly. She leaned closer to you, knees hugging your hips in a way you couldn't forget. She eyed your lips obviously then re-placed her hands on your neck. 
"Now- now-" you attempted to protest, purely on morality. 
Her lips completed you before you had the chance. Your eyes slipped shut of their own accord and she moved against you in a way very similar yet os different from Hilda. Only when your lungs had been burning enough for colors to dot the nothing you saw, did Zelda pull away. She remained leaned in, though, the phantom feel of her nose against yours. 
Your pupils were massive, staring up at your eldest sister. Your breaths came in fast and they went likewise. 
*
You weren't out of your family's sight for a moment, from the heartbeat you arrived. They feared you would run away. You contemplated teleporting away out of spite, but were distracted by Hilda's smile as she pulled you into the kitchen. She showed you your mother's recipe for the World's Best almond biscuit. You decided to give it a whirl, much to the delight of your sister. 
You thought hard on how many you wanted to make, debating with your sister, very aware Hilda would be out of the house for much of the day. Footsteps taped down the stairs and into the kitchen. Just as it was before, Ambrose smiled wide at your continued attendance of the home. 
He was the one to break the tie, saying they could take the extras to Sabrina's baptism. 
"So, she said?" you asked, looking up at him firmly. Hilda tensed from where she stood. 
Ambrose stammered, not sure what to say as he wasn't sure the truth. That could be bad in many ways and your temper was frightening to say the least. You abhorred lying. You knew when he was lying. Fuck. 
"I don't know what I'm going to do!" Sabrina admitted as she turned the corner, entering the room. She didn't slow her pace, though her eyes lit up at the recipe in your hand. "Aunties, help me!" she pleaded. 
"We can't make this decision for you," you informed the girl sagely. 
Hilda smiled behind you. 
"Well, can't you-"
You nudged Ambrose. "Flour, the good stuff." You flicked your fingers at your sister. "You, butter." 
"Aunties! Ambrose."
"Hilds, when are you leaving?" 
"Cousin, mother is correct," Ambrose admitted, eagerly going to work with your newest whim. 
"I have 20 minutes-" 
Sabrina spun and stomped, going to leave the room. 
"You can't lick the bowls from your room, my love!" Hilda called after the blonde. After a hesitation, the teen re-entered the room. 
You'd paused in anticipation at her decision and grinned widely at her return. "I have a plan, dearest. Fetch me all the small bowls, mortars, anything for something to be mixed in." The girl set off. 
The routine was easy, remembered. You used to brew with your mother , and with Hilda when you were little and Ambrose used to bake with you when he was young. Mostly, he just sat on the floor, and on your foot, for you to cart him around. 
"So, 2 sticks of butter?" Hilda asked, not feeling right about those measurements. 
You grinned out the side of your mouth, the picture of mischief. "No, I'm thinking you should set out a few." You wiggled your eyebrows, leaning closer to your son. "Wanna experiment with your gran's cookie recipe?"
"Biscuit," Ambrose tried to correct you. 
You stiffened your face and straightened your posture, sticking up one finger. Ambrose sank, clearly familiar with this. "I am your mother. I am not to be corrected." The boy mouthed the words in sync with your voice and received a light pop on the back of his head for his antics. 
He turned his head to glare at you. "You want to experiment with the best biscuit ever? What're you gonna discover?" 
You held up your hands. "Maybe not the best, but maybe another good cookie."
"Biscuit," Ambrose and Hilda corrected together. 
"You're both wrong," you gloated, superiorially. 
Hilda huffed,  a laugh, dropping bulk amounts of every ingredient needed for mother's cookies and a few not. 
"Thought about this before, have you?" you asked suspiciously. Hilda leaned closer to you, smirking with a confidence you'd never seen on her. Your gaze dropped to her lips and suddenly desperately wished she would- Something suddenly latched onto your leg. Looking down, you found Ambrose sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped around your leg, head laying against your hip. You paused before smiling sentimentally. You rested your hand on his head, officially stationary. 
Hilda left with a kiss blown at the kids, and a quick peck on the cheek for you. 
The three of you came up with a dozen different recipes and you'd gone through all of the spoons in the house, letting the kids taste each of the dough mixes. You recognized the greedy leer of a child in Sabrina's gaze as she side-eyed the sheets full of freshly baked experiments. She casually inched toward a few of her favored raw dough when she thought you weren't noticing. Your back was actually turned at one point, courtesy of her favorite cousin. You separated the recipes in an old book, clearly yours, and Sabrina's hand eased across the open space. She hovered by one cookie and a snapping cracked over her knuckles. She jerked back and her hand was red. 
Ambrose turned around and smirked at the guilty pout. "Eyes in the back of her head. I never got away with anything until I moved in with the aunties." 
"You still don't 'get away' with anything. Or have you forgotten your commuted sentence?" You turned around and the book was gone. 
Sabrina rocked up on her toes. "Can I have a cookie?"
"You may gorge until you are ill." 
The girl grinned, fingers pinching to snatch   one. 
"After you finish your diner."
Sabrina deflated. "Just one?" she pleaded. 
You faced her, going about cleaning up. "Later." 
A smug smirk traveled her face. "I'll give you the antidote to Aunt Hilda's lust spell," she sang in negotiation. 
You raised an eyebrow. "My sister' magic, and Ambrose's, comes from a very dark place. Mine comes from somewhere very different. I'm not concerned with Devil Potions." You took a haughty sip of tea. "You've been eating raw cookie dough all afternoon. Now, out before you're tempted to ruin your supper." You watched her retreat with set shoulders and stern eyes. You took a deep breath and watched Ambrose steal more than enough for him to leave the room. "Give 'em to her. See what happens."
The mischievous boy paused and looked over his shoulder at you. At an expression related to his aunt Zelda in relations to severity, the boy ducked his head in disappointment. He wordlessly lamented at the sweets in his hands. He waited a whole minute, eluding to him thinking. He suddenly stuffed them all in his mouth. You barked out a laugh at the action before organizing the mess and grabbing a rag. 
Your sisters were almost out of Ziplocks by the time all the desserts were packed away and labelled. Of course, the names of the cookies were of your creation and therefore utterly useless for indentificational purposes. 
Zelda entered halfway through and she gawked at the massive amounts of sugar. Nonetheless, she smiled at the fact that you were here and occupied. "Good afternoon, sister."
You looked over your shoulder and smiled instantly, shining like the sun. You wiped off the flour-covered counter. "Hey." 
The ginger smiled, moving further into the room. She came to stand behind you, resting her hand on your back. A subtle tremble rocked your spine and you shivered. Zelda smiled at the reaction and she propped her chin on your shoulder. "What's this?" 
"The distraction you were hoping would come along," you deadpanned in response. 
Zelda smirked over your shoulder. Her hand trailed down your back. She reached the bottom of your shirt and her smirk turned devilish. Her fingers wiggled, loosely curling them up under your shirt. She ran her skin along your, just above your pants' waistline. You shivered again. Her delightful laugh rang like a bell in your ear; then her voice did. "Hilda and I have errands to run and preparations for the Baptism to finish." 
"She decided?" you asked, turning your head slightly to Zelda. 
"It isn't a decision. Like you said, you can't teach her and, without magic, she'll age as a human or be Hunted down."
"And that's her decision."
Zelda raised her nose. "In any event, see to it that she doesn't leave the house until after sunset."
"You're not my mother," you quipped. 
Zelda froze halfway to the door. She slowly traveled back to you, a predatory glare threatening to consume you. "No..." she drawled, walking back where she was before, behind you. Taking the lesson gleaned from her younger  sister, she knotted her fingers in your hair and she pulled. She stared down at your stretched face smugly. "No, I'm your older sister." 
You leaned away from her hand and ghosted your lips just away from hers. "And that's always meant so much in the ways of obedience." You laughed darkly, deep in your throat. 
An enraged fire lit within the woman, but she was on a deadline. She viciously attacked your lips and took your breath, gulping down every gasp and moan which ripped from your throat. She pulled the slightest bit harder and you whined, the sound quickly fading into a moan. You accidentally bit her lip and she pulled away. You were dazed and oxygen deprived. Your swollen lips were pried apart and consumed again. She had wandering hands and she squeezed your backside. It sent a jolt to your heat. 
You pulled away defiantly. Both of your chests were heaving, and you allowed each other to see as you both calmed down then Zelda was gone. She cleaned the lines of her makeup effortlessly and entered the sitting room where Ambrose and Sabrina were talking. "Hilda and I will be out of the house, preparing so you're to remain here with Ambrose and Vesta. You should read your verses. And you, Vesta will watch Sabrina with you and aid her in her way; you keep an eye on Vesta." She nodded one good time and Ambrose understood. Keep you both in the house. 
*
It didn't take long for Sabrina to decide to go out. She planned with Harvey to go to Roz's party and you got roped into helping her prepare. You mentioned how little you partied in your day and even now, but Sabrina insisted she wanted your help. You paused at the dress hung up on her wall and smile at the sentimental energy floating off of it. You weren't sure what or who's it was but you felt it would strengthen Sabrina. She got into it and was the prettiest flower, a little lily, ready to bloom her petals. You used little makeup, but a bit of yellow on her eyelids to compliment her blonde locks and dark pink lips. You straightened her hair slowly and carefully so as not to burn her and it came out looking pretty clean, framing her face beautifully. Not that her light curls weren't beautiful. 
You and your niece walked down the steps to find Ambrose with a vaguely attractive boy. He was stunned by your beautiful niece and you grinned at him while standing beside Ambrose. "She looks lovely." 
"She looks like her mum," Ambrose answered, sentimental as well. 
The boy stumbled up to her and babbled every sentiment he could. 
You rolled your eyes. "Get out, honestly. Seriously, before my sisters get home." You gestured them out, following with flaring fingers. 
"Sisters?" the boy asked as his girlfriend ushered him out. 
"Yeah, Harvey, aunt Vesta; Auntie, this is Harvey, my boyfriend." She flashed you a grin then she was down the foyer. 
"Don't be like me!" you shouted as the door shut behind them. 
Ambrose pouted at you. 
"Ohh," you huffed. "Baby...." You walked over to him and the two of you locked arms. You sat in the sitting room and talked for hours. Then, Hilda and Zelda came home. They scoured the house before saying a word to you or Ambrose. 
"Have either of you seen Sabrina?" Hilda asked worriedly. She clearly didn't think you two would let her leave after Zelda's instructions. 
"A birthday party for her, from her friends," Ambrose admitted guiltily. He caved immediately, the coward. 
"And two fully grown witches couldn't stop her?!" Zelda demanded from the door to the mortuary. She stomped into the room and Ambrose retreated. He raced up the steps and you were left to face your kin alone. 
You rose from your seat, standing tall. "It's her decision," you repeated that infamous phrase you'd mantra'd since your return. 
Zelda glowered. She could've breathed smoke from her nose, but instead she stepped over to you too quickly, too easily. 
"She will meet you there, she said," you amended. 
"Enough." Zelda threw her clutch on the couch and growled low in her throat. "If you'll not be of aid, you're a hindrance!" She grabbed your throat, dragging you closer to her. 
"Zelda, your blood pressure!" Hilda urged her older sister to have care. 
"You will remain here until after the Baptism and we'll deal with you then. And execute your punishment." She grinned wickedly at you, letting you know whatever she did, she'd take great pleasure in it. 
You didn't speak. You were absurdly arrogant about your capabilities to resist their magic, but even you had limits and weaknesses. Your sisters were two big ones. So when Zelda threw you down on the adjacent couch, you paid no mind to the foreign words spilling from her lips. And then you were sinking down, into the couch's softness, the nights temptation, the darkness of your mind. You rested good and well, needing it. 
*
You were trapped in a deep sleep with your magic turned off and muffled beneath a thousand magic pillows. A spell tried to ignite in your body, but the sleep pushed it down until it fizzled out. 
*
You slowly came around, when you finally did. You were warm and your brain moved as if held by tar. You felt your magic, muted and silenced, like hands around a snuffed wick. You slowly blinked awake, trying to fight the heavy pain behind your eyes. A hand moved along your hair, an attempt at soothing, but you simply found it suffocating. You jerked away, inadvertently grunting at the effort. Your center of gravity readjusted as you landed and you slowly lifted yourself. 
"Mother- calm- don't!" your son attempted to scold you as you rose against his advice. 
Your ankles threatened to roll as you rose to your feet, but you stumbled through the house you grew up in with only mild confusion. 
A shout from outside drew both of your attentions and you both jerked to look at the door. Your son made for the voice, but you called, "Boy." and he returned to sling your arm over his shoulder. You moved down the stairs as quickly as you could, you moving your legs as best you could. You were summoning your powers inside you, trying to break through the blanket attempting to suppress you. You managed to open the door telekinetically and the two of you stepped onto the lawn. 
Sabrina was in her slip, running toward the house. She was caked in mud and the three of you met in the middle of the yard. 
"You won't believe what happened!" the blonde wheezed out, bent over. 
The cult-coven moved in behind her, the High Priest leading his flock. 
Sabrina stared at the moon above her, the deadline of this ritual. She refused. As cults always do, he was enraged at the refusal. he turned to his pet orphans and the three attempted to summon a hex for obedience. 
You shoved yourself off of Ambrose. "This is Spellman property. You will not harm a member of this family on their own property, if I must drive you out myself!" you shouted much like Sabrina, gesturing her back with a hand on her shoulder. 
The three witches honed their chanting on you. 
You glowered at the whole damn coven. "Boom, bitches." A mist rose in the air, then lifted further into the sky. It moved fast, too fast. A loud crack pierced the air and the spots of empty land between the witches were struck by lightning, perfectly in the center. If that wasn't a show of precision, you didn't know what you could try to prove your capabilities. "Get the fuck off my land," you demanded, a fire in your eyes. 
The High Priest couldn't face the Spellman family and win, the others would help with how diminished you were. Your bare feet ensured a deep connection to the earth and you could conduct as much magic as needed when you were set up properly. He made an indifferent face and turned away. The coven followed. 
Zelda stormed past you, and Sabrina, and Ambrose. She made a beeline for the door. Ambrose helped Sabrina and you bent over, spent despite your limits. Hilda made for you and you clung to the blonde. "What happened?" 
"Sabrina couldn't go through with it." She said it as though she were expecting that result. 
You gathered your strength again as you approached the house, trying to gain some independence before entering your sister's domain. 
The family dispersed throughout the house and Hilda tended to you. You suspected she needed something else to focus on to deal with the major plot twist. You didn't drink anything and you didn't speak, but Hilda wouldn't be deterred. She determinedly maneuvered you until you were in her and Zelda's shared room. You smiled at the same room they always shared. You remembered sneaking in when their beds had been much shorter and you didn't want to sleep alone. Hilda loved having someone to cuddle with as well and Zelda would pretend she was burdened by your needs, but they loved you and they accommodated you anyway. 
You stood at the foot of Hilda's bed, watching her go about undressing and cleaning her face of her makeup. The door to their personal bathroom opened and Zelda emerged from the room. She smiled faintly at the sight of you within those walls again. She passed her own bed to reach for you. Hilda watched with her own peace as you seemingly completed the puzzle between the three of you. 
Zelda's painted fingertips tipped your chin up so you looked up at her. She twiddled your hair and relaxed as she took you in. "And which will you be sleeping with tonight?" she asked, as if she didn't already know the solution. 
You still played coy. She was getting old, perhaps she had forgotten. "You know I can't stand sleeping with someone." 
Your older sister smirked knowingly. She knew. The beds moved in unison to meet in the middle of the back wall. Green eyes stared down at you and, despite the wickedness in her face, you saw the delight in her eyes. You saw how happy she was in that moment, and you knew how sad she'd be when you next left. You opened your mouth to remind her you weren't staying the night, the decision made, but your center of gravity was flung over on top of the beds, right in the middle. Not the most comfortable, but Hilda got onto the bed next, and she had not changed into night clothes, though she still wore her undergarments. Zelda snapped her fingers, the most efficient (impatient) of you three, and she was naked. You were the only one on your back and you were a bit anxious about that, but you also wore the most clothes. 
The two women went to work remedying that. You moaned into Hilda's mouth while Zelda worked on undoing your jeans. She 'accidentally' missed a few times and bumped and rubbed along your legs and so close to where you needed her. You were burning hot, your clothes uncomfortable. You moaned and whined as your blonde sister explored your mouth and groped your chest. Zelda dropped her game and straight up rubbed you through your jeans. Her hand slipped into the open fly and she grabbed at your bare thighs before pulling your pants down. She couldn't get far and grabbed your hips, pulling lightly to get you to lift. "Up, dearest." She laid a kiss to your belly. You were unable to deny her anything and whined at your helplessness as you obeyed. She got your pants and underwear in that one go, sneaky woman. 
The ginger licked her lips at the feast offered before you crossed your legs. She caught your knees and Hilda grabbed the tops, prying from your thighs. "Come now, pet," Hilda cooed, easing you to relax. You panted. Zelda went to work down there, kissing and stroking your thighs before going for your sopping center. You clamped your lips around a whine, losing yourself to the sensations.  
Hilda slipped her hands up your shirt, ghosting her fingers along your abdomen. You writhed beneath her, accidentally jostling Zelda's work as you wriggled your hips. She pinched the exposed muscle between your cunt and your thigh just as Hilda slipped her hands beneath your bra to palm your breasts. Her soft yet firm warmth caused more wetness to flood by Zelda's head and Hilda quickly removed both your bra and your shirt. This had to be the most impatient, non magical way to strip someone. You reached around Hilda and unclasped her bra next. She was hesitant to drop the garment, but eventually did. You latched onto her breast just as Zelda started lapping at your wetness. You whined and accidentally tried to close your legs around her. 
Zelda held your thighs open. "Now, now, kitten. You're going to let me see. Honestly, I don't know how two of my sisters can shy from their bodies so." She licked a long strip of arousal. "You're both beautiful." She kissed your lower lips. "So beautiful." The ginger closed her lips around your clit and Hilda took the chance to manipulate you while you were high on pleasure. She let your head tip back and she suckled at your neck. Zelda moved lower to lap at your weeping core again and she took Hilda's hand to stroke your clit. 
Your hips jerked and you felt the fire light up in your lower back. Hilda gripped your throat tight and moved her lips to connect with yours again. She licked your parted lips in time with her rotation against your clit. You bubbled with abrupt moans and Hilda tightened her grip. Your breath caught by her hand and the feeling made you dizzy. She bore down on your hard clit and nibbled on your bottom lip while Zelda stuck her tongue out, into your hole. You moaned with the weak breath that could escape your lips and tensed. Your hips jerked, but everything else was paralyzed as you went out of your mind with pleasure. 
You never quite tuned back into reality before you succumbed to sleep. You remembered vague flashes of your sisters around you, warm and comforting. Perhaps you'd slept together for some time. Another spell tried to ignite in your body, and without the sleeping spell to push it down, you and your every belonging turned into shadow. 
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