#sarah sanderson x reader
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once upon a dream
Sarah Sanderson x Reader
Word count: 6,840
A/N: I know there are many of us who had a crush on Sarah Sanderson and seeing the sequel brought those feelings back. I apologize if there are any mistakes in the old English parts, since English is not my main language, let alone old English!
Reading about the Sanderson sisters had unleashed a chaos inside you, awakening a curiosity that was beyond your comprehension. You needed answers, and you needed them immediately.
It is well known that every little corner of this world had a story, whether it was told through thousands of generations or told by a friendly neighbor who had lived in the village for many years, there was not an inch of the earth that was spared. Even the place where you were right now, what was it before it was what it is now? What was it a hundred or three hundred years ago?
These and countless other questions led you into what might be known as a dead-end tunnel. Many books of contemporary history left you sleepless, due to the uncontrollable desire to find out more about certain events, but it never happened to such an extent as when you went to the museum that used to be the home of the Sanderson sisters.
Something as simple as three sister witches who were hanged lived here should not provoke more intrigue than reading an odd book or asking an amateur, yet there was no text that made you feel satisfied in answering your questions. You felt you knew them from somewhere, as if all the events narrated about them were more memories than anything else.
The fact that they had been hanged hurt you irreparably. It was terrifyingly palpable that disappointment and also that sadness as if they had been parts of you that were taken away that day. It hurt too much, though it hurt more not knowing the reason. And as the days went by, you started to long for having a time machine and undoing your visit to the Sanderson sisters’ house. You were sad for nothing, especially for Sarah; she generated too much empathy, even though very little was known about her.
You knew you shouldn't have waited until the sorrow was unbearable to do it; you would have gone to an expert much sooner, but the time was here and now. You constantly questioned how a visit to the Sanderson sisters' house would cause you, months later, to find yourself doing a past life regression because it seemed to be the most accurate method for what was happening.
The images were blurry at first, and the cottages and people walking around were barely visible. Thanks to the questions you were constantly being asked by the expert, you were able to perform the regression successfully. You're not going to lie; panic was running through your veins, and you were too afraid of being even more damaged than before you set foot here. If your deductions were correct, you had something to do with one of the sisters, and the pain of losing her stayed with you for many, many lifetimes to come.
"Oh, I found thee!" A sweet voice made its presence very close to you, involuntarily earning shivers from you as well as a feeling of inexplicable happiness. You never thought a voice would provoke all that.
When you turned to see the owner of the voice, you were stunned. She was tall, her hair was a gorgeous platinum blonde, her makeup was dark and not at all discreet, and the thing that had left you in awe was that gorgeous smile that adorned her face. You knew immediately that it was Sarah; her features matched too closely with the books that described her appearance. Of course, you didn't expect her to be such a breathtakingly divine woman.
"Dearest mine!" You exclaimed, and she opened her arms, inviting you to be enveloped in a welcoming embrace. You gladly accepted, and it was amazing; you felt so safe. You felt that even if the whole world turned against you and set out to destroy you, if she was with you and you were with her, you were invincible.
"My sisters are absent," she suggested, nervously playing with her fingers. She looked so adorable! There was no way you could say no. "Mayhap thou canst…”
"Pssst! What did I tell thee? I am weary of thee keeping company with such inferior folk as... a Sanderson, enter immediately!" A woman exclaimed from the door of one of the cottages, perhaps it was your mother or someone who was taking care of you. When she uttered Sarah's last name, she possessed so much disgust, and it generated so much guilt in you.
The blonde ignored what the lady said and leaned close to your ear. "Secret locale, at sunset," she whispered. You had no idea what she was talking about, but you were nodding, for your former-life self knew exactly what she meant.
Once you entered your abode, you found this woman looking at you with deep disapproval. Apparently, you were forbidden to interact with the Sandersons. It was to be expected; frankly, everyone seemed to be repulsed by the fact that they were free. You always admired all three of them, and for Sarah, you felt something different, something beyond that.
After a sermon that never seemed to come to an end, where the Sanderson sisters were the target of criticism and derogatory remarks, you were told to do the chores, and of course, there were too many of them. It was an understatement to say that by sunset you were sweating, and there was no water to mitigate this fatigue. The irony? You did it gladly, and Sarah was in your thoughts all the time. You were certain, from the bottom of your heart, that a whole afternoon of scolding and punishment was worth it if, even for a fleeting moment, you could see the blonde girl.
By the time you finished, the sun was about to set, and darkness was consuming what little light there was in the sky. You peeked at the window, and there was that nightmare of a lady, sleeping in front of the fire with her mouth slightly open. You didn't hesitate to walk slowly away and then run towards what you assumed was the secret place you had been told about.
You ended up in a forest. You knew this forest! You had never entered it; you used to walk past it every time you went out and didn't give it more than a glance. But your past life self was very familiar with it, as you easily passed through it and knew exactly where to go.
There she was, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with her long hair falling around her shoulders, covering her face a little.
"I do beg thy pardon for this day, my mother is a witless fool," was the first thing you said to her.
She got up animatedly and kissed your cheek. "It is naught I am not accustomed to," the blonde held your shoulders and caressed this area slowly, "what engenders remorse within me is that because of me, she compels thee to scrub every nook and cranny of thy dwelling, she forces thee to prepare meals for thy parents and all seven of thy siblings, she obligates thee to embroider..." she confessed, with a look that was modernly known as puppy eyes.
"Yes, but being in thy company makes it all worthwhile," you reassured her, and she smiled. The beautiful moonlight allowed you to see her pale face, which had acquired a bright red in her cheeks. At that moment, you felt an indescribable feeling for her.
"I adore thee," she replied, taking your face in both her hands and leaned down to kiss your lips.
And you didn’t think you have ever in your life, or in your lives, felt anything even slightly resembling what you were feeling as she and you were kissing in the moonlight. It was a deep adoration, one that very few were fortunate enough to experience. You loved Sarah Sanderson, and she loved you, and it was a love so strong that, despite the adversities of the cruel world, you could sneak away from time to time to be together.
"I must depart; my mother slumbers by the hearth, and I am certain one of my younger siblings shall awaken her due to their raucous play," you said, with tremendous frustration. It hurt so much to live like this, under your parents' command and resigned to conforming to the rules and not to what made you happy. Sarah made you happy; in a perfect world, you could get married and live together, but that was dreaming too far ahead. The only thing you longed for was at least to be able to see her as often as you wanted.
"Oh, I wager she reclines with her head thrown back, drooling copiously... thinkest thou her head shall detach someday?" She joked, making you laugh out loud.
"I am uncertain, and let us not even commence discussing her snoring, ugh!" You protested, and subsequently mimicked how she supposedly snored. You obviously exaggerated to make Sarah laugh, "... and when thou dost awaken her, she doth get so scared, as if thou hast not woken her up but rather resuscitated her.
The blonde was already a laughing mess, and seeing her laugh so energetically made you laugh more than because of your witticisms. So loud was your laughter that you might be singled out for being so outrageous if you were in public. That is why she introduced you to this place, to allow you to leave behind all that you were expected to be.
"Very well, I shall release thee. Tomorrow after the morning meal?" She asked, with obvious hope in her eyes.
You nodded.
"Thou mayest count on it, my beloved."
You gave each other a short but passionate kiss and walked in the opposite direction. The walk consisted of constant sighs and giggles thanks to the little encounter your darling and you had. She was a beautiful escape from the real world you had to face, the only real thing you knew, that spark of spontaneity in the midst of the monotony.
Arriving home, you didn't find your mother in the same place, only to find both parents in your room as you made your way to your room. In this room, there were two beds in addition to yours, where two of your siblings were resting. You could tell they were sisters.
"Whence didst thou wander?" The man asked. He was frighteningly tall, and his commanding voice gave you chills. Maybe your mother was just taking not-so-drastic measures like assigning you chores and reprimanding you; on the other hand, your father was apparently the worst of them all.
"For a stroll, to clear my mind," you replied, so calmly that even you believed it.
"Curious, one of our neighbors didst witness thee entering the woods."
You decided not to talk anymore. That forest was considered forbidden; no one besides the Sandersons ventured into it, and whoever did, didn't come back. It was a serious thing that you did return, and the only explanation was the one they both already knew; you had gone to see Sarah.
"Considering the fact that thou showest no improvement and dost rebel, despite all the effort I make, we shall send thee away. A carriage shall arrive today and convey thee to a place where thou shalt be taught to straighten up," your mother said. "In addition, thou shalt contract marriage, for it is high time."
A cold chill ran down your back, and you involuntarily took a few steps backward until you stumbled into a bed. The thought of being separated from Sarah was what you feared most, and they made it happen. You didn't want to get married; you didn't want to spend your whole life taking care of a husband you did not love, let alone have children with him. You were in love, and all you wanted was to be with her. How cruel it was to take away your happiness!
"No, no, no, no, I… I... I... she... I..." You stammered, unable to formulate correctly. Your mind was struggling superhumanly to find the right words that could convince them to let you see her.
Five, four, three, two, one...
"Wake up!"
You opened your eyes, and your vision was blurred; your face was soaked. You had cried uncontrollably, and that alarmed the psychiatrist.
"Now I understand everything. Sarah Sanderson was my girlfriend, or I don't know what to call it, but we were in love, and I couldn't prevent my parents from separating me from her," you concluded, once you had calmed down enough.
It hurt you deeply to think what happened next. Maybe Sarah thought you had abandoned her, or she found out you had been sent away. You didn't know if you ever met again, but one thing you knew for sure, you found out that both she and her sisters were killed, and it scarred you forever.
***
Time slipped through your fingers like a handful of sand, disemboguing and being dragged by the strong air along the way, but ending up in the same place: an endless desert full of that same sand.
At first, it wasn't like that. At first, that handful of sand wouldn't escape from your hands, and no matter how hard you tried to let go, somehow the sand engulfed you and got between your clothes and your shoes, making it invasive, unbearable, painful.
By this, it can be implied that you were indeed able to relive in the last regressions how you were taken away and married to someone you didn't love, which was something most people went through at the time, nothing new. This affected you a lot because you were in love, but not with the person who woke up next to you every morning, and you could feel very strongly that there wasn't a day that went by that you didn't wish it was her instead. Also, you hated the imposed system, and even without knowing how, you met the Sanderson sisters and admired them for completely opposing it. You didn't have any idea how you fell in love with Sarah or how she fell in love with you. You supposed in another regression you would have the opportunity to find out; all you knew was that you didn't achieve anything, and in each regression more and more years went by, but this time you went back to where you never imagined you would see again.
You clung to the idea that you went back because you were finally given the chance to be free. Probably your husband died and left you his money, which you didn't know if it was too much or too little, or maybe you decided to run away, which you doubted, otherwise you wouldn't have waited so long.
You were alone in a carriage heading in the direction of what you hoped was the Sandersons' house. Your hands were sweaty, and your breathing was quick, as if you had run all the way from what was supposed to be your home to Salem.
However, you were very surprised to have arrived at the cottage where you were living cramped with your parents and seven siblings. You didn't know anything about who you were and how the mind of your former-life self worked, but at this point, you wouldn't even consider passing by that place to see the two people who caused this misfortune.
In a bed, there was resting an older man, but he was not your father; he was still too young for that. His skin was as pale as snow, beads of sweat adorned his face, and dark circles circled his eyes. So someone was sick, someone too dear to you, because just a simple look was enough for you to turn your back to him and then start crying your heart out.
"I am overjoyed to witness thy presence, likewise," in his weak voice, he said wryly.
He reminded you so much of your best friend, always making jokes even in moments where laughing was the last thing you needed to do. And you were probably seeing your friend in his past life! Fate was kind enough to bring you together as best friends in this life, however, not so kind as to allow that to happen with the love of your life.
"Oh, my reckless brother, what impertinence to find amusement in such a circumstance," you reprimanded him, and he took a deep breath.
"May my final days be filled with laughter and tranquility," his optimism was admirable.
"May thy last days be free from remorse, and may thy family remember thee as the exceptional father and husband that thou art," you agreed.
"Mother, couldst thou grant us a moment alone? Shouldst thou attempt to eavesdrop behind the door, we shall be made aware," he warned, to your mother who was silently observing the interaction. She nodded, somewhat indignantly but proceeded to withdraw. Matthew patted a space on his bed, inviting you to sit down to which you agreed, "it is ironic that thou should make mention of regret when, from thy letters, I perceive that thou art yet to experience much of what life has to offer."
You remained silent for at least a minute, before replying, "Besides thee, Sarah was the only one with whom I felt the freedom to be myself, and she gave me the experience of genuine love. Thou didst want all that for me, and if only our parents had desired the same, I..." you didn't finish speaking; you just surrendered to his chest as you sobbed. He clung to you and stroked your hair, giving you the space to let out everything that had been stuck in your throat for years.
Matthew knew everything then, and he understood your frustration at what you had to live with just to fit into a society that wouldn't bat an eye at you for a second if not to criticize. What a treasure of a man to be from that era; this beautiful connection definitely had to transcend for more lifetimes.
"Pray thee, go to the Sanderson's abode anon, and promise me that I may depart with the peace of mind that thou hast ventured all to find happiness with Sarah," he asked, leaving you speechless.
It was so easy to lie and tell him that you would do it just so he wouldn't worry and would "go in peace," but you were not that kind of person. You knew yourself well enough to know that you were committed and selfless; both aspects would be affected if you didn't do what he asked you to do. But you were talking about something that would eventually doom you! Your husband, seeing that you wouldn't come, would look everywhere for you until he found you and forced you to come back. Or your parents would, as they also wrongly believed they had that right over you when they weren't in a position to command you that much either.
"I doth promise that I shall go to the abode of the Sandersons and profess my love for Sarah. Even if I must fight with all my might, I shall not be parted from my beloved," you finally promised him.
You stood up and wiped the remaining tears from your face, then kissed his forehead and clung to him for what might be the last time. Uncertainty was your worst enemy, and it was best to make the most of every little moment.
"I adore thee, little scoundrel," he gave you a smile, to which you responded weakly.
"Likewise, thou fool."
Leaving the room, you made your way towards the carriage, not caring at all where your mother had gone; you didn't intend to exchange any more words with her anyway. You were going to fulfill your promise immediately, and from this moment on, you were about to live in earnest, to leave behind everything you knew and awaken to a new horizon.
Once you were in that house, you took a deep breath of air and with slow but sure steps, you headed for the front door.
Knock, knock, knock...
No answer.
Again.
Knock, knock, knock...
Still nothing.
"They be not present," you heard a voice very close, making you startle and scream. Damn it! You were so scared to be seen here, especially by your parents, and for someone to have addressed you was so inopportune.
You looked around until, on top of one of the wooden boxes, you found a black cat watching you with relief. There was no human trace anywhere, but you swore someone had spoken to you.
"Oh, little one," you laughed lightly, "spakest thou unto me? I would be deemed insane if..."
"Nay, thou wouldst be deemed insane if thou stayed here any longer," interrupted you the cat.
You knew about Thackery Binx; anyone who had read about Salem's most prominent witches knew about him. However, it was obvious that your former-life self was unfamiliar with a talking cat because the screams you let out as soon as you knew the cat was talking to you were probably heard all over the country.
"Did the Sandersons adopteth a feline and gave it the power of speech? How perverse! I wager it was Sarah. She would oft say that we should adopt one if we..." You paused for a moment, and shook your head to stop your ramblings. You were there with a purpose. "Knowest thou where they art?"
He jumped up to get down from his seat and stood in front of you.
"Verily, they were hanged after they had taken my little sister. When I attempted to thwart them, they turned me into this," he replied, lowering his gaze, and somehow, his facial expressions were very well marked.
"Art thou referring to Sarah, Winnifred, and Mary? Themselves?" Your voice trembled, and you began to breathe shakily with your mouth open. "Nay... they merely punish those who meddle with them, they cannot perform such a heinous act," you denied, as if twenty years hadn't been long enough for the version you had of them, especially Sarah, to fade as greed whispered in their ears, tempting them to sacrifice everything to be powerful and young.
But Thackery Binx said nothing, and you seemed to give the matter a lot of thought because you didn't flinch at all either, perhaps refusing to accept that the Sarah you fell in love with had been replaced by a ruthless, selfish witch, "Sarah did this to thee as well?"
"All three of them were culpable in this madness," he confirmed.
"Winnifred is a bossy one who doth nothing but order her sisters around and insult them, I think her capable of worse; Mary is much more docile, I still think her capable of this, but Sarah... Sarah, the love of my life," you paused for a moment, to proceed to sit on the bleachers that stood at the entrance. "She, whom I have comforted for so many nights as her elder sister's words wounded her pure and beautiful heart. She, who loved to bake and looked adorable with flour on her face. She, who blushed and bit her lip at the slightest kind words. She, who read stories to me every night and used to narrate in an overly dramatic way. I remember she used to criticize me for not reading to her as well as she would like." You snorted, in the form of a laugh full of sorrow, and regret for having let go of all that being with Sarah Sanderson entailed, which was nothing but bliss in all its forms.
You had lost her to the hanging that caused her death, but you had already lost her without knowing it, and you missed a version of her that had surely ceased to exist way before this.
"I humbly beg thy forgiveness," Thackery Binx placed her furry paw on your lap. If you weren't so sad witnessing the suffering you went through, you might have laughed at it.
And yet, it wasn't just Sarah's death that caused this pain to travel inside your soul for three centuries, it was learning that the real loss wasn't really due to death, it was due to the cruel life, it was the inevitable course of years, it was the fear.
"May thy soul find peace, and mine shall find its own."
"NO, PRITHEE WAIT..."
Everything went black.
And you woke up by your own in the psychiatrist's office, with beads of sweat running down your forehead and your back was so drenched in sweat too that your blouse was sticking to your skin. You did not get to see with what exactly you took your own life, but it was a fact that you did.
What happened next, you wondered, did your brother Matthew find out about it, or he never did? Did your parents regret for a moment the miserable life they forced you to live? Although, if you had been a quarter as brave as Sarah was, you would have lived a full life by her side, but you gave up during the first real challenge that came your way.
You knew enough about what had happened, your most urgent questions were answered, and most importantly, you had discovered who your soulmate was, whose transcendence was not equal to your own.
This was a sacred moment, where you were one of the few fortunate people presented with the opportunity to know their past life mistakes, to make amends, to break the chain of suffering your soul had been subjected to for dozens of lifetimes. You knew exactly what to do. You had no intention of waiting any longer.
So palpable was the yearning to do what your self of three centuries ago would have given anything to achieve, which was to have the courage to love Sarah Sanderson the way she loved you; passionately and without fear. If she was as meant for you as, from the depths of your being, you knew she was, what you were about to do was going to work.
And there you were, after three months of hard work, you had made your very own black flame candle. Not only was it about dedication to the smallest detail, it was also about being patient enough for the required moment to arrive; a full moon on a Halloween night. You thought those months would feel like an eternity, and that making a candle would be no big deal. Oh, but it was, you even thought you wouldn't be able to finish by Halloween night and would have to wait another long year. However, as you said before, if you were destined to be reunited with Sarah, the universe would work in your favor.
"All right, it's time," you found yourself sitting in the middle of the woods, the exact same spot where your beloved and you used to sneak off to so long ago. You knew that, finding yourself here, you were going to feel a huge wave of nostalgia, but you were calm because you knew the reason. "I owe all this to you, Book. I didn't think you would believe me when I came to implore your help, but you already knew my soul even though it was in one of the many bodies it has passed through. And I hope Sarah feels it too... and what am I doing talking to a book? I'm losing my mind," Book glared at you with his one eye, which made you laugh. "I'm sorry, you have to admit it's weird. Still, none of this would be possible if it weren't for you."
You sighed deeply.
You were about to perform a reunion that would mark a before and after in the course of your eternal soul. It was time. The full moon was shining, as if even she knew how big this was, and after so much effort, everything happened as it should.
You took a match, and lit the candle. Its flame immediately took on a black color, as it was set to. The next thing that happened was terrifying, for everything beneath you began to tremble with tremendous force, so much so that you thought a crack would open up in the ground big enough to send you straight into the subsoil. This stopped after a few moments.
Silence ensued, as did fear, had you done something wrong? Did you summon something else? Or in the more sceptical case, there just happened to be an earthquake at the very instant you lit the candle.
"Ha! We are returned, sisters!" A outrageous, shocked voice exclaimed, close to you but perhaps not close enough to see you. "This world is full of knaves and inquisitives; I knew it would not prove too difficult for someone to be a little of both and bring us back."
"Winnie..." It was Sarah's voice! And your heart started pounding, your breath caught immediately, and a huge smile broke out on your face.
"What?" She replied rudely.
"Dost thou sense anyone here? Someone we know, perchance," she inquired. That's when you experienced the greatest happiness that you knew only she was capable of generating within you.
The silhouettes of the three women became visible, until the moonlight allowed you to observe them clearly. And how incredible it was, to see your great love, not anymore in the depths of your subconscious, but in front of you.
"Yes, here is someone you know, who is in love enough to bring you back," you couldn't take your eyes off her. Throughout your life, you have possessed standards regarding a partner, and unknowingly, she fulfilled and surpassed absolutely all of them because these were created from someone who existed out there, who was everything you ever wished for.
"Thou... thou art not who I... do I know thee?" She had a disappointed expression on her face, maybe she was waiting to meet you, from three hundred years ago, who was probably decomposing underground somewhere.
"It's me... it's a long story, and you don't know what it took me to remember a lot of things, and maybe I need your help to remember others," you were stumbling over your own words, and it was so frustrating. You swear that all this time you were also planning what to say to her, but seeing her, it's as if your mind had become a blank mess willing only to process the beauty of the blonde standing before you.
"Thou art so witless thou mak'st me sick!" Exclaimed Winnifred, and Sarah abashedly lowered her gaze. "It is the bloody fool who abandoned thee. Same timid spirit, different body," the redhead blurted out, glaring at you with an expression that, you must confess, you deserved, though you were not entirely to blame for it.
"She's not witless," was the first thing you said. Despite everything she stated, the fact that she called Sarah that was the priority to respond to. You proceeded to walk over her, as you said, "She's loyal, smart, wonderful, and above all, much stronger and more passionate person than I will ever be," you cupped her face with both of your hands. She gasped and shivered, her green eyes wide open. "Can you feel me? It's me, my love."
She removed your hands from her face, taking you by surprise, and her features hardened, turning into the same expression of contempt her sister possessed.
"I never wish to see thee again, ever!"
***
Like those autumn leaves that fly and fall, your love was collapsing without resistance. Sarah's heart always took a thousand steps forward for every step you took, and you could not catch it. You clung to faded memories, trying unsuccessfully to restore all those lost seasons that the cruelty of time had taken from you, but you were not ready to give her up.
There was a spell, one that didn't necessarily require an act as cruel as the one they committed years ago and the one they tried to commit on Halloween. Book had shown it to you before you brought them back when you told it you didn't intend to perform the black flame candle ritual if it meant affecting innocent people. It loved the sisters too much, you knew, so it didn't take long to find an alternative. Of course, it was more complex and more thorough, nevertheless efficient.
The witches were back, and all this time, you suffered nothing but rejection and scorn whenever you tried to get close, especially from Sarah. All you needed her to do was to listen to the cries of your heart calling out to her, for a future without her was cold and terrifying.
So you found yourself at the Sanderson house again, begging for a chance. You didn't care what Winnifred and Mary thought or said to you; in the end, it was an attempt to protect their little sister. You just needed to give one last effort, one last sign that you were meant to stay together.
"I told thee I do not wish to talk, stubborn wench," the blonde answered the door this time. Those words hurt you, but meeting her was a great relief.
"Your sisters aren't home?" You asked, fiddling nervously with an envelope you were holding. In it was a long letter in which you expressed your deepest regret for the great mistake you had made in your previous life.
And the present life brought you various challenges that forced you to learn what you did not learn in your previous ones, which is not to succumb to social pressure, but instead to succumb to your own concept of happiness and stick to it. The only thing left was to be accountable to the person you let down the most and to prove to her that you could try again if she wanted you to.
"Nay," she was curt and direct. She proceeded to close the door, but before she did, you stopped it with your foot. You paid so little attention to the pain you felt once the screeching wood impacted against your shoe that nothing useful was done to reduce it.
"Do you remember what used to happen when your sisters weren't home? I don't, unfortunately," you spoke.
Her features softened slightly, and she noticed that it was perceptible to you, and it didn't take long for that resentful countenance to return. "We had the entire abode to ourselves. We enjoyed enacting the books we read as though they were theatrical productions, and we claimed dominion over the entire parlor for our performances. That is the most notable feature.”
"Well, do you want to try?" You proposed. She wasn't ready to listen to you, and the most opportune thing seemed to be to relive unforgettable experiences you went through before remembering the negatives of your journey.
And so it was that you ended up with strange artifacts in your heads, which would distinguish you among the characters you would play according to the scenes in act three of Macbeth, the play your beloved had chosen for you to dramatize.
"... full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance lives," Sarah exclaimed, and you must say her intonation was so perfect. So palpable was her passion for this art in every word that came out of her mouth. It was to be admired.
And you, for some reason, were acceptable without even having a notion of it, though not as good as her. Not surprisingly, you did it too many times back in the years, that this was more about remembering than learning from scratch.
"But in them nature's copy's not eterne," you read your own copy of the book the woman handed you. It was tucked away in a small old chest hidden under the floor of her room. There were also several sheets of paper whose color made the handwriting barely legible.
"There's comfort yet, they are assailable. Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown," she needed to read absolutely nothing. She knew every word by heart and there was not a single moment when she hesitated. It was so incredible. "His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate's summons..."
"Sister!" A voice came from outside, in the doorway, causing the blonde to stop in mid-sentence, removing what was supposed to be Macbeth's crown, and almost reflexively, you removed the ribbon from your hair, which identified you as Lady Macbeth. Both were also in the previously mentioned chest.
"Good day, dear sisters. I had thought thou wouldst tarry longer," Sarah commented, her voice a little shaky, not taking her eyes off the book in your hands. You knew at once that you had to hide it, for a reason beyond your knowledge. You put it in the small rucksack where you also placed the envelope you were about to hand her in due course.
Soon, the two sisters, Winnifred and Mary came into the house, and it was not to their liking that you were the first person they saw in their living room.
"Ugh, we cannot take a leisurely stroll for this idiot hath arrived, and our even more idiotic sister hath allowed it," Winnifred blurted out. As far as you knew, Sarah always lowered her gaze when she received hurtful insults from the redhead, this was not the case.
"Well, this idiot is the only one with whom I can be myself," she retorted. At that, a smile appeared on your face almost automatically, "This idiot is the sole person with whom I can express myself in my truest form. With whom I can share my passions without the condemnation of 'mortal nonsense.' I am more than a subordinate sibling who doth follow thy edicts. I have aspirations and dreams that extend beyond the bounds of thy dominion, and I am endowed with the full range of human emotions. A vast expanse of life, spanning the eternity, lies afore me, and at this present moment, I am awash with an abundance of love, which I no longer intend to cloak in obscurity."
Neither of her two sisters batted an eyelid in reply. As much as they tried to hide their indifference, the undeniable shock was more than explicit in their looks. And you were so proud of the way she stood up for herself.
"Then, my dearest and beloved sister, anyone who doth make thee feel as special as we have failed to do so deserveth our eternal gratitude. We humbly ask for thy forgiveness," Mary finally spoke up, "Winnie?"
Winnifred sighed and it didn't take long for her whole face to soften. "Apologies, dear sister. Thou art more than a mere little sister who must follow orders; thou art a being full of passions, aspirations, and feelings. Verily, an eternity of life awaiteth thee, and we shall do our utmost to support and cherish thee as thou pursuest thy dreams.”
With tears in her eyes, Sarah mumbled a "thank thee" along with a warm hug. Subsequently, she took your hand to lead you out of the house, her breath hitching in agitated steps.
"Where are we going?" you questioned.
"To our secret locale," she replied. How happy you were to hear that.
As soon as you arrived, the blonde stopped, and leaned down to take your face in her hands and press her lips to yours.
She didn't meet any resistance, because she was your salvation and everything you needed. That kiss was enough to make you feel back home after a challenging road full of obstacles that were worth it at the end of the day.
When she separated from you, her glowing green eyes burned your soul. The tenderness her lips possessed was unmatched. There you confirmed the fact that, even if the sky is covered with dark clouds again, you were inside an eternal dream.
"Sarah, you... I'm so sorry you left without explaining yourself to me. You weren't as brave as I was to put your happiness above other people's wishes," you began, pulling out the aforementioned envelope, but she stopped you.
"Keep it," she replied simply. "The grudge that doesn't exist was always negligible in comparison to the third part of what you bring into my life. I shall not relinquish that, for one mistake shall not shatter our bond."
"Even for another three hundred years in the future, you want to be by my side, can you be my only one?"
Her firm hands held your waist, and as an affirmative answer, you again felt the bliss of a kiss coming from her, "in truth, my dearest, on the morrow you may rest assured that our mutual company shall be cherished beyond the very conclusion of this earthly existence," she stroked your hair with a glance of adoration.
"It will be more than a pleasure, my love," you pulled out the book you were previously dramatizing. "In the meantime, shall we continue with one of our many wonderful evenings together?"
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Hey, can you write relationship headcanons for Sarah Sanderson with a female s/o? I’m lowkey obsessed with her and there’s barely any content on tumblr about her :((
Sarah Sanderson with a female s/o: Headcanons
A/N: Tysm for requesting this! I agree there's hardly any Sarah Sanderson fanfic which sucks bc after watching the second movie my childhood crush on her came back quick! Kinda glad though bc it made me take matters into my own hands and come out of my writer's block. Sorry if there are any typos I wrote this while coming down from a caffeine high lol.
Word count: 395 words
Warnings: None really except a song reference that is supposed to sound like a smut reference lol!
If you're a witch, the two of you would practice spells together and she’d convince her sister to let you join their coven.
If you’re not a witch then she’d constantly do magic to try to keep you entertained.
For example, if you were sad she’d conjure up a cat for you (not Binx unfortunately).
Scaring children together (as well as helping her steal some yknow).
Flying around on her broomstick together.
Pissing off Winnie together (unintentionally or intentionally who knows?).
Her telling you about Billy Butcherson.
Constant back and forth compliments over each other's outfits.
She tries to do silly hairstyles with your hair and fails.
If you have curly hair you take the time to teach her though (she’d still fail but).
If you’re living in the modern world then the two of you have a cute cottage together deep in the forbidden forest where it looks like it's Halloween all year long.
If you're living in the past though, the two of you live in secret in the forbidden forest together.
Constant hand-holding as well as kissing.
Winnie is sick of you two, Mary loves it.
Making each other jewelry.
Making potions together.
Causing chaos in Salem together.
Say you weren't burnt at the stake with the sisters, you stay alive all those centuries waiting for them.
You’re absolutely beaming when she’s revived in the 90s and show her all your favorite things about modern life.
When she fades at the end of Hocus Pocus 2 you cry uncontrollably because she keeps slipping away from you.
She constantly gifts you flowers or random things she found while walking around because they reminded her of you so much.
She gives you the best hugs when you’re sad.
Together, you make such a great duo that even her sisters joke that you should have your own coven (although Winnie would never let that happen).
Swapping outfits.
Trying to stop her from eating beauty products. You’d be like “no, that's not meant to be eaten you could die!” then she looks at you all confused while still drinking facial serum.
Having to explain to her technological advances, which really bloody gets you in the mood (if you know, you know).
Falling asleep in each other arms all the time.
Takes naps anywhere.
Literally anywhere like it gets ridiculous.
Always saying “I love you,” to each other.
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Quick, I'm going to be the most irresponsible person on the planet and drop out of college to write 2 Sarah Sanderson x Reader fanfics just because it's October.
Send in your request! ❤️
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i NEED more Sarah Sanderson x reader content, please 🛐
I mean, just look at this baby 🥺🫶🏻
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You're Still Beautiful to Me (Sarah Sanderson x reader)
Description: you had prepared for Sarah to be upset when you told her you were a guy, but her reaction ends up being the complete opposite to what you'd thought it'd be
A/n: I know a lot of the queer girlies have been writing some wlw fics with Sarah, and while I love those I've been feeling kind of dysphoric lately so I've decided to write one where the reader is a trans guy coming out to her instead. Enjoy 😌✌
Warnings: modern au where the sisters were brought back but didn't die (also they don't eat the souls of children anymore btw if you liked them better when they did then I'm sorry), transmasc reader, coming out insecurities, Sarah is pretty heavily implied to be on the bisexual spectrum (and she might also be slightly out of character since I've never written for her before)
Today was the day. You were finally going to do it. You were going to tell your girlfriend you were trans.
Of course, since she was from another century, you'd most likely have to word it more in a way she'd understand, but that was besides the point.
When you arrived at the small cottage she live in with her sisters, you found that she was outside, frolicking in the grass.
"Amok, amok, amok, amok, amok," she said to herself over and over again, dancing about as she did so.
"Hey, Sarah," you called out, greeting her.
Her face immediately lit up the moment she heard your voice, and she traipsed over to where you were, wearing the biggest grin while she did so.
"Hi, sweetie!" Sarah waved at you, giving you a hug before she began happily bouncing around the yard.
You watched her with a smile, having to mentally remind yourself why you were there in the first place.
"Sarah, I have something important I need to tell you."
"What is it?" She only paused her excited jumping momentarily, letting you know you had caught her attention before she started bouncing around again. "What is it?" She repeated. "Tell me, tell me, pleaseee."
You let out a somewhat nervous laugh at her silly shenanigans before continuing. "It's about... it's about me, and who I am."
"Oh?" She looked at you quizzically while tilting her head.
"I, um, I don't think I'm a girl anymore, actually. I think I'm a guy. I hope you're okay with that." You closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for her reaction. It was quiet for a second, before you heard her give out a very loud exclamation of joy.
"Yippee!"
You opened your eyes to see Sarah doing cartwheels all around you.
"Wait, you're- you're okay with it?"
"Of course I'm okay with it, silly!" She insisted, stopping in front of you. "This just means that now instead of having a super awesome girlfriend, I have a super awesome boyfriend!" She giggled. "Either way, you're still beautiful to me."
You gave her a heartfelt smile. "Aw, thanks, hun."
She squealed again before wrapping you in the biggest bear hug ever. "I love the twenty first century! We never got the chance to change our genders back in the olden times!"
Laughing, you hugged her back. "I'm just glad you accept me for who I am, unlike some people."
She let go of you, looking at you with a somewhat serious expression on her face, which was incredibly rare for her. "What people? What kind of people don't accept you? Just tell me who they are, and then I can go get Winnie and Mary to help me deal with them for you."
"Sarah, no. We've talked about this, you can't just use your magic on every single person who upsets you," you gently scolded her.
"Sarah, yes," she grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Sarah, no."
"Aw, but- it's fun," she pouted at you in an attempt to get you to change your mind.
You simply shook your head at her in disbelief. "What are earth am I going to do with you?" You playfully asked.
"Love me to bits," she responded before giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
And indeed, you did.
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Weird, But Fucking Beautiful
Pairing: Sarah Sanderson x gn!reader
Summary: Sarah Sanderson helps you see the world on her first and last day
Warnings: reader is legally blind, written in the second person, yk, really shitty writing, fluff, my limited knowledge on everything, spelling mistakes, r is also adopted, but it’s not mentioned (so they can be any race/ethnicity 😊)
Word Count: 1.5k
In all honesty, you were scared shit-less when your little shit-head of a brother decided to lead you into the woods. He whispered into your ear that he was trying to impress a girl, Allison, by taking her to the old Sanderson sisters’ house. Max was fucking crazy, that’s for sure. Though you had only been in Salem for a week, you had heard all about the Sanderson sisters. Witches.
He had lit the Black Flame Candle (the one thing you’re not supposed to do in Salem as a virgin) and the witches had come back. At least that what you had been told. Everything was imperceptible, blurred beyond reason. Three blobs that cackled demonically and hiding. Not to mention the running. God, you were so confused as to why this was happening. There was no way your brother would resurrect three dead witches, right?
You had sat down to catch your breath. It felt like Big Foot was standing on your lungs. But your brother had continued walking, not noticing your absence.
“Hiya!” A high pitched voice said, when you got left behind by your brother.
You looked up and jumped to your feet when you saw a purple blob like one of the three from the witches hut before. “A-are you one of the witches?” You asked shakily.
“Yep!” She grinned and you looked down, furrowing your eyebrows. “Doth thee not recognise me? She frowned.
“I… I can’t see you.”
“Oh, don’t be silly! Thee has’t eyes, don’t thee?” Sarah asked confusedly. Gently placing her hands on your cheeks and making you look up. She gasped at your cloudy irises and pupils. “I has't not seen something so weird yet beautiful.” Sarah said giddily.
You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment. It’s not everyday that someone compliments you on your blindness. Though, the more you think about it, the more you realise that this isn’t a person. This is a witch that sold her soul to the devil over three hundred years ago for power. This was a psychopath. “Please let me go.” You asked quietly. Maybe if she saw that you were scared, she’d let you go. You weren’t a child, so you weren’t who she wanted.
Sarah frowned and looked at you, dropping her hands. “I am not a monster.” She said, seemingly reading your thoughts. “Here, behold!” She exclaimed, grabbing your hands and bringing them to her face.
You flinched when your warm hands met her cold face. “You’re freezing.” You announce. “Cold-blooded, like a reptile.” You infer. Though, you always thought that witches being called cold-blooded was just another common insult.
You felt Sarah smile as her cheeks got tighter. You smiled too as your hands rose slightly, thumbs going across her eyebrows. Sarah then took your hands in her’s once more and removed them. “See? I am still human.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that you sold your soul.” You argued.
“You’d do it to if it meant you could be happy.” Sarah frowned at you.
“Being hanged and sucking the lives out of children isn’t my idea of happiness.” You scoffed.
“You could see.” Sarah said and you hesitated.
“Could you make me see?” You asked, looking down.
Sarah grinned from ear to ear. “Come with me!” She exclaimed, dragging you along.
You nearly tripped over your own feet as you tried your hardest to keep up with the quick-footed, blonde. She held onto your arm and lead you back through the woods of Salem before chuckling.
You tried to figure out what was funny before you heard two other witches cackle. “Oh, dearest Sarah. Good job.” She said before getting a better look at you.
Sarah let go of you and went to her sisters, leaving you defenceless. “S-Sarah?” You asked, stammering.
“Aren’t they just the prettiest, sisters?” Sarah gushed, grinning at Winnifred and Mary. “They can’t see because they’re blind, but what if Book has a spell to cure their blindness?”
“Sarah, art thou forgetting why I sent thee out?” Winnifred said, making her sister furrow her eyebrows in confusion. “Thou was’t supposed to get us the girl that called thee ugly.” She spat, elbowing her youngest sister in the stomach.
“Oh.” Was all Sarah said before widening her eyes. “But now we hath leverage over the girl and her brother! They will come when they find out that we hath their sibling.” She said.
There was silence for a second before Winnifred cackled again. “Well done, Sarah. Bravo!” She clapped. “Bring them in.”
Sarah nodded and walked back over to you. “They won’t hurt you, I promise it.” She whispered into your ear before dragging you into the house.
Sarah sat you down on a chair and Winnifred ordered her to tie you up, which she did, but loosely. “Sarah, please.” You didn’t quite know what you were begging for.
“I’ll find the spell, okay? I’ll find it before sunrise.” She said, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
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You were sat there for what felt like hours before a giddy Sarah came back with something in her hands. You sat there in silence as she began searching around the house for ingredients to a potion. She mixed them in the cauldron before taking some on a spoon and pointing it at you, telling you to drink.
Hesitantly, you did drink it. Your head began aching terribly and you reached up to hold it. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry. It’s okay.” Sarah repeated, not knowing what to do as your body convulsed and spasmed in pain.
Sure enough, the pain subsided as quickly as it started and you were you left clenching your eyes shut. Sarah was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, trying to encourage you to open your eyes, but a million thoughts ran through your head. What if when you opened your eyes the world wasn’t what you imagined it to be? What if it was ugly and disgusting like your brother had described it to be? What if the sunsets weren’t as pretty as your sister had described?
But worst of all, what if it hadn’t worked? What if the potion didn’t cure you of your sightlessness?
“Please, my love. I know for a fact that it worked.” Sarah begged. The sun was rising soon and she wanted to see your reaction to seeing the world and it’s beauties.
“How do I know that you’re not lying?” You whispered.
Sarah took your hand and placed it on her bosom, murmuring a small, ‘just trust me.’ You opened your eyes, looking at where your hand was placed over her heart. Her heart beat was fast, but all you could focus on was the fact that you could see her corset and the details on it. You then looked up with teary eyes at her. She was blushing and looking at you with wide, doe eyes.
Sarah quickly untied you and you jumped up to hug her. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You repeated, your arms around her neck.
“Oh, it’s no problem, really.” Sarah shrugged, looking at you with a proud smile, biting her lip. “Here, look at yourself.” She shoved a mirror into your hands.
“Oh, I…” you shrug before handing the mirror back. You really didn’t care for what you looked like, only for what you could see now. You walked past Sarah and out of the old Sanderson house and looked up. Through the branches of the leafless trees, you saw the sun rising. It was more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined.
You turned to Sarah, but froze at the sight of her turning into red dust. “I must leave thee now.” She said as you approached her.
“Why aren’t you with your sisters?” You asked.
Sarah smiled and held your face despite the fact that her fingers was disappearing, leaving a tingly sensation on your cheeks. “I wanted to make your wish come true. Now, not only can thou see the sunsets and world, but you can see your mother and father and brother and sister!”
You frowned and held her face too. “You’re so weird, Sarah. You’d rather grant a stranger’s wish than be with your dear sisters, your kin. Weird, but fucking beautiful.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” Sarah asked, her smile dropping, looking like a dear in the headlights.
“Of course I do.” You grinned at her. “Thank you Sarah.” You whispered, placing your forehead onto her’s.
And in a few mere seconds, she was gone. Your brother came running up to you and tackled you in for a hug. “I’m so sorry I left you with them. I didn’t mean to, but I was trying to protect Dani. I’m so sorry.”
You just laughed. “Thank you for leaving me.” You told him, confusing the boy as Allison and Dani came into sight. “Sarah cured my blindness. I can see! I can finally see you.”
Max was skeptical at first, raising three fingers and his eyebrows. You chuckled and put his hand down, hugging him once more. You becomes your sister over and she grinned, rushing over to you. You were forever indebted to Sarah. Nothing compared to having your wish granted.
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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?
* * *
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.
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Love Knows No Bounds
Request: @alwaysforladyesdeath 'Can you make one where Sarah gets her immortality and she finds her love from the past who is now an immortal witch like her (female reader pls).'
I adored this request, such a lovely ask!
Finally free of the shackles that once bound her to the black flame candle, the youngest Sanderson chose not to heed Winnie's trivial warnings of mankind, opting to take to the skies just as she once had three centuries prior. Unfamiliar terrain sprawled beneath her flight path, though undeterred Sarah glided through the air, eyes closed shut as she relished in the breeze that tickled her face. Tresses of blonde hair twisted behind her frame, warping with every shift in directionality she made at random.
After minutes of flying blind, cerulean orbs snapped open as Sarah's senses became overwhelmed by nostaligic scents reminscent of a past long forgotten. The heady smell of lavender wafted through the air, persuading her with ease to search for its place of origin. The closer the blonde became, the more prominent the undertones of sickly sweet honey emerged, leading her directly toward a cottage that once held significant meaning.
Landing safely, Sarah hastened her steps as the house materialised through the treeline, the wooden structure constructed deeper within the forbidden forest than most. Smoke plumed from the chimney column, a shade of ash grey, unnaturally tinted with tones of fushcia as the light hit it. Soon Sarah raised her fist to knock, though her efforts were in vain as the door swung open in haste, a stunned woman appearing on the other side.
Unchanged, despite the passage of time, was Y/N standing stock still in the doorway. The blonde felt her heart palpitate within her chest, threatening to escape the confines of her ribcage if it continued for a moment longer. A shaking hand was proffered, unsure of what it reached for, landing gently upon the blonde's cheek in an affectionate manner. Slowly, a thumb smoothed over Sarah's red-flushed skin, tracing nonsensical patterns as she ensured the woman before her was in fact real and very much alive.
"Please tell me that thine own eyes do not deceive me... Sarah, is it really thou?" Sarah's smile grew ten-fold in response, her head nodding furiously to wordlessly answer the question. Those lips then parted with a squeal as she found herself being spun in place, lithe arms holding her close and secure. Throughout which a flurry of kisses were then pressed across her face, the majority peppering the blonde's forehead and cheeks, leaving stains of lipstick in their wake.
"Pray tell how is it that you are here... for I recall your hanging so vividly?" The momentary pause and involuntary shudder that followed conveyed how traumatic the sight must have been. In an attempt to distract from horrid memories, Sarah clasped Y/N's hands within her own emphatically replying, "Oh but that matters not, Y/N for all I wish for is to be with you? Doth thou still feel the same?"
Abating the doubts that lingered within the blonde's head, Y/N replied with a question of her own, "My sweet Sarah, was that ever in question?"
Leaning forward in order to close the gap of mere inches that separated the pair, Y/N kissed Sarah passionately as though no time had lapsed at all. Reciprocating in kind, the blonde melted having sorely missed the intimacy so freely offered by the other woman. Willingly, Sarah allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold of the abode with a tantalising whisper, "I have missed thy immensely," all too eager to partake in their familiar game of cat and mouse once more.
#hocus pocus#hocus pocus 2#hocus pocus sarah#sarah sanderson#sarah sanderson x female reader#sarah sanderson x reader#fluff#fanfiction#fanfic#hocus pocus fanfic#my writing
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Hey! Can I request a protective Sarah Sanderson maybe someone was bothering us in public and leave us alone?
“Boys will love me!”
Salem was quite simply the worst place you could have chosen to live. You had hated halloween since you were a kid because of how easily you were frightened, and this town went all out every year. Once again you 're sitting out on the front porch waiting for trick or treaters, like you did every year. Your friends always invited you to parties, and without fail you continued to make up excuses as to why you couldn’t go. This year you suffered a terrible migraine and just had to stay home.
It was already quite late, most of the kids had gone home. You suspected it was near the early hours of the morning.
“Hey, I thought you were bed ridden,” you jumped at the voice, and looked up to see your friend's boyfriend standing on the sidewalk. You sighed, standing up and getting ready to go in, it was getting cold anyways.
“I was,” you replied, “but i brought up enough energy to sit out here and wait for kids to come by,” you put the empty candy bowl on the bench where you were just sitting.
“Sounds like you were just scared,” his words slurred and he began to walk towards you. You had dealt with him before but never drunk.
“I'm gonna go inside, have a great night!” You faked your best smile and tried to walk in the door, but he grabbed your arm.
“Hey-“
“Shut up, I don’t like little girls who lie,” he pulled you out of the doorway, knocking the bowl out of your hands. The glass shattered on the porch.
“Unhand thee!” You were pushed backwards into the door, and his grip loosened on your arm.
“Sarah! Idiot girl, get back here! We’ve no time for messing around with mortals!”
“But Winnie! That horrible boy was attacking her,” you looked up with blurry vision. At this point, the boyfriend had run off and you were left half passed out on the porch.
“Fine, be quick!”
You here picked up, carried inside, and layed on the couch.
“There, you’ll be safe here,” you looked up, but by then she was halfway out the door.
“Wait!” You called. She paused, “what’s your name?”
“Sarah!” She called back, and before you could respond the door slammed behind her.
***
“Oh please Winnie, let me stay a little longer to make sure she’s ok,”
The voice was foggy and muffled. You groggily opened your eyes. Three women sat in your living room, each in a brightly colored cloak.
“You’re awake!” The blonde one, Sarah, jumped up and ran to your side.
“How.. did you get in?” You sat up, slightly startled by the fact that you didn’t wake up at them coming in.
“Sarah, we must go, we have little time left,” Sarah pouted, looking at her sister, the one in the green cloak.
“Oh Winnie please! Please let us stay!” You found yourself admiring the way her hair was braided, intertwined with purple yarn and beads.
“Fine! Must you whine at me Sarah?” Sarah giggled, jumping up onto your lap.
“Winnie,” the woman in the red cloak said, “I smell children,” Winnie jumped out of her seat.
“Let us go then-“ Sarah pouted at her once again, “Fine! Stay, you wouldn’t be of much use either way! We’ll come for you later,” and with that they both left. You were left with Sarah… alone.
***
She wasn’t as bad as you thought she might be. She refused to leave your side and insisted on braiding your hair.
You had tried to go to bed but she wouldn’t allow it.
By the time her sisters returned it was well into the morning. 4am at least.
“Sarah!” There was a shrill yell as they walked in.
“Winnie! Mary! You’ve returned-“
“Yes, just as I said we would. Come we must go, that horrid cat is causing trouble, you’re not getting out of it this time,” Winnie grabbed Sarah's arm and yanked her off the couch.
“Winnie! The boy is here!” Mary, as you had learned her name, smed very on edge.
“Yes yes I know, come now sisters!” They rushed out the door, and the house was left eerily quiet. No sound was heard but for Sarah's faint whining as they left.
You had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t be back any time soon.
***
Sorry i gave it a sad ending ill make up for it later. 💜💜
took my own spin on this request, hope you guys enjoyed it xx
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Hey so I was thinking of,maybe, uploading some Sarah Sanderson fanfic material. Since I've found very little Sarah Sanderson content everywhere and it's safe to say I'm pretty addicted to her, I ended up writting a few words that maybe someone would appreciate. Writting a fanfic is not as exciting as reading it but I guess I just needed to take it off my chest so yeah. Not that I am that great of a writer anyways. Would you guys like me to post it???
#sarah sanderson#hocus pocus#sarah sanderson fanfiction#sarah sanderson imagines#sarah sanderson x oc#sarah sanderson x reader
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If I don’t see more Sarah Sanderson x Reader content I am going to shit myself😭
#sarah sanderson#sarah sanderson x reader#crying pissing shitting#how am i meant to live laugh love in these conditions
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Gays, my requests are now open !! <3
#sarah sanderson x reader#alice cullen x reader#agatha harkness x reader#please send requests#wanda maximoff x reader#wlw#cate blanchett x reader#requests#robin buckley x reader#fem reader#sapphic#lesbian pride#lgbtq
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Hi can I request Sarah Sanderson x female reader who has like a not so great best friend who treats the reader terribly (making fun of pushes around etc) but the reader is too scared to drop her?
I Know How to Hex You
Modern!Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader
A/N: Ty for requesting this! So sorry it took me like fifty years to write it, I’ve been struggling to write a lot these past few months, I have a lot on my plate. I set this as if Sarah was born in the 20th century, so both her and the reader are around like the same age. Sorry if the insults are a bit much, I just felt like this request hit really close to home as I realized recently that a close friend of mine was just really mean and was always against me so this is a bit of a vent fic. Also if you can’t tell, I started watching SATC, so there are some references in the text lol. I hope you enjoy ! <3
Word Count: 1,250 words! (One of my longest yet!!)
Warnings: Angst that ends with fluff, Body shaming, cursing, drinking, kissing, horrible friends (never keep bad friends y’all! learnt that the hard way, ouch), usage of Y/N and unproofread text (let me know if I missed anything!)
It was that time of the year again. Halloween, your favorite holiday in the world. Only this year the warm, welcoming yet spooky feeling of the holiday wasn’t there. You were currently standing in the corner at a Halloween party hosted by your friend, Becca while nursing a cosmo. You see, you were initially excited to attend the party, that is until Becca began making degrading comments.
Earlier that night at your apartment.
“Okay!” With a bright smile you open your bathroom door, stepping out. You were dressed head to toe in a cute witch costume. The dress on you was black with deep blue details and you had on a pointy black witch hat, accompanied by red lipstick and dark eye makeup. “Sooo,” you twirled around, showing off your costume to your friend Becca, who was seated on your bed. “What do you think?”
She looked up from her phone with a bored expression and stared at you for a good five seconds before she chuckled dryly. “You’re not serious are you?” she says with a mocking tone as she stands up, pocketing her phone. Your expression drops.
“What do you mean?”
“Y/N…you can’t wear that! It is NOT flattering at all! I mean, what were you even thinking when you bought it?” She laughs and plucks the witch hat off your head. You look down at your costume. Was she right? Was the costume that you spent so much time shifting through thrift stores trying to put together really that horrible?
“Oh…” You respond, keeping your head down. You were hoping that Becca would get the hint and realize that she’d hurt you with her words, but she continued.
“I mean like be so fucking for real look at it,” she points to your figure in the floor length mirror across the room. In your reflection, you can see tears welling in your eyes, but Becca doesn’t seem to notice. “Already, you don’t even have a flattering body. These kinds of dresses are made for someone whose body is hot and sexy.” She says as her hands refer to her own body.
“I am hot and sexy,” you interject, trying to speak up for yourself as you always did when she’d get like this. She laughs loudly, the sound ringing in your ears, continuing on with her degradation before she gives up and looks at the time on her phone, stating that the two of you were going to be late for her party and that you had no time to change out of your “ugly ass dress” or change your “atrocious” makeup.
Present
Eventually, you leave the corner of Becca’s apartment, but only because you’ve now finished your cosmopolitan and need another if you’re going to get through tonight. Before you can enter the kitchen you hear your name pop up in a conversation that Becca is having with some friends of hers. “Ohhh my god do you see what Y/n’s wearing? It’s just awful,” she laughs out, wheezing in the process. “I mean she actually bought that and thought it was a good idea like who lied to her!?” You hear a few of her friends agree before you’ve had enough and step into the kitchen, grabbing a can of a random alcoholic beverage and step in front of Becca, who looks surprisingly shocked to see you. You shake the can aggressively before opening it right in front of her, spraying it all over her before she shouts in shock.
“Oops,” you slam the drink on her face and grab another can before you step out, grabbing your coat and bag from her crowded front entrance and leaving her apartment. You make it about two blocks before you break down crying in the middle of the sidewalk. Thankfully this part of Salem was deserted around that time of night, regardless of whether or not it was Halloween, meaning there was no one around to see you cry, or so you thought.
“Hello pretty,” you hear a voice say. You look up in shock, not expecting anyone to approach you. In front of you was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, sporting long blonde hair and a whimsical look in her eye. You sniffle before greeting her back. “What’s the matter?” She asks gently, staring deep into your eyes with a look of compassion, brushing hair away from your face.
“Oh…uh…just got into an argument with someone I considered as a sister,” you mumbled. ‘What is the matter with me?’ You thought to yourself. Why am I telling this beautiful stranger about my life? I just met her!’ Nonetheless, you disregarded your thoughts and continued to confide in the stranger, finding her presence comforting. Strangely she felt familiar, like…home.
“Oh?” She replies after listening to you rant your heart out. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, no one should treat such a beautiful creature such as yourself so horribly.” You felt flushed at her words, a sharp contrast to what you’d put up with with Becca. “You don’t believe me?” She says as she steps closer to you, crowding you against the pole of the streetlight behind you. Gingerly, you shake your head. “That’s okay,” she says, “I can prove it to you.”
“Y-you can?”
“Sure,” she smirks an award winning smirk, your breath hitches. “But only if you want me to,” her voice lowers, asking for your permission. You take a moment to look around, noticing that the street remains empty except the two of you. You nod and she laughs lightly, shaking her head. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”
“Yes, I want you to prove it to me.” With that she smiles, and leans in, pressing a light kiss to your lips, it lasts less than three seconds but still you feel the wind knock you off your feet. As she pulls away, you look at her with awe. She smiles and speaks again.
“I’m Sarah.”
“Y/N.”
She smiles again and tells you that she’s never heard a name so beautiful in her life. This time, you’re the one who initiates the kiss, which leads into a small but heated make out session against the pole, your lips moving fervently against each other, like you can’t live without it. But before you can get too carried away, you hear footsteps behind you. You pull apart and look up to see Becca.
“What the fuck! Who’s this? Is this why you made such a scene back there? So you can go make out with this…Bimbo!?” She yells out, both invalidating your feelings and insulting Sarah. Sarah looks at you and whispers in your ear.
“Is this the friend that treated you horribly?” You nod in confirmation. She smirks, “Watch this.” Suddenly she flicks her wrist and Becca is gone. You gasp in shock.
“You’re-you’re a-”
“Witch?” She laughs. “I know, fun isn’t it? Don’t worry I didn't do anything bad to her, she's just back at her apartment complex, where she won’t remember this encounter.” She says it like it’s no big deal and at that moment, you couldn’t find yourself to care about Becca anymore, instead you wrap your arms around Sarah’s neck, leaning in.
“So what…else can you do with your magic?” You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with her. She laughs and raises her eyebrows. Before you can blink you’re suddenly in your own apartment, your arms still around Sarah.
“Let’s find out shall we?”
#fluff#lesbian#wlw#sarah sanderson x reader#angst#sarah sanderson x fem!reader#sarah sanderson blurb#sarah sanderson drabble#sarah sanderson imagine#sarah sanderson#sarah jessica parker#hocus pocus#hocus pocus 2#modern au#modern!sarah sanderson#modern!sarah sanderson x reader#modern!sarah sanderson x fem!reader
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What if I write a Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader fanfic? Would they read it? You know, for Halloween.
HERE
Second fanfic
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#hocus pocus#sarah sanderson#sarah sanderson x reader#sarah sanderson x fem!reader#sarah sanderson imagines#hocus pocus 2#sarah jessica parker#lgbtq#lesbian#bisexual#halloween
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Ive given in im gonna write the most self indulgent comfort fic you have ever seen nobody can stop me
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I'm not saying I'm going to be writing for Sarah Sanderson once I rewatch Hocus Pocus...but it's very well a possibility
#its not a guarantee bc idk for sure#however#shes very cute and i would very much like to hold hands with her#sarah sanderson x reader#sarah sanderson#hocus pocus#hocus pocus 2#mosses random thoughts
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