"Excellent!" He laughed victoriously as he turned to leave and you smiled and walked inside. You felt an uncut sense of happiness as you did so, like a glittering jewel had been unearthed in your heart, taking the place of the dullness which had pre...
Sooooo I noticed I like doing historical AUs. Here's one where you're the only real witch in Salem. It's short. Like 600 (or 666 exactly haha) words. ψ(｀∇')ψ)
{Lines indicate time skips, as is the custom.}
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"If the accused will rise..."
Seven women stood. All were sobbing. You leaned over, taking the hand of the man beside you. You were silent, and you felt less remorse than you should.
"You all have been found guilty of consorting with the Devil. The punishment for such a grave offence is clear. On the tenth of October, you will hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your souls, wicked brides of Satan!" You winced as the magistrate brought down his gavel. "Court dismissed!"
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"Well, that was uplifting." You leaned against the side of the courthouse as the wind rustled through the trees. An amber glow filtered down upon you as brown and golden leaves twirled around your feet.
"It was for me." You closed your eyes. He would make a joke of it. "I didn't know I had so many wives."
"You don't." You pointed at him. "Sebastian, you're far from Satan."
"Oh, come on, {Y/N}." He stepped forward, and you moved away from him, pressing yourself closer to the wood at your back. "I might as well be."
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You drummed your fingers against the hard surface of a kitchen table. It was getting colder out, and you wrapped a cloak around you as the only other tenant in your home smiled, humming to himself as he cleaned, prepared dinner and all the other household tasks simultaneously.
"Sebastian."
"Yes?" He turned around, partially, as the sunlight caught in his hair.
"The execution is happening." You looked beyond him, out into the skies above the brave new world you'd once found to be so inviting, and you felt suddenly horrible.
"When?" His reaction wasn't helping.
"Stop smiling." Your voice shook.
He obeyed. "Are you not happy that you got away with it?"
"I was." You wiped your eyes. "When I made a pact with you, I was. I was yesterday, when we did exactly what they accused those innocent women of doing." You inhaled, recalling how normal, how gentle and kind it all felt. "Yet, now, I just feel terrible. I'm the only one in Salem who's committed the sins they'll die for! I'm the real witch!" You shouted. He stepped forward, grabbing your face in his hands.
"Keep your voice down. I hardly want to burn down another village."
"Release me! Let me go!" You protested, struggling in his grip.
"Will you behave?" You nodded as he held your wrists held above you.
"Good girl." He dropped your hands, then turned to glance back out of the window. "Now, do you want to go watch?"
"No." You crossed your arms. "It's already begun. The whole proceeding will end soon."
"What should we do in the meantime? I'm sure they'll call another town meeting." He moved his hands to your knees. "I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?" You raised an eyebrow. He nodded, bowing. You smirked. "Any chance you'd dissolve our contract?"
"When I become a Puritan." You started to speak.
"Technical-" he stopped you. Your chest burned as his lips met yours.
He pulled back. "For real, I mean. I'm far from Christian."
"I know." You wanted him to shut up, to stop gloating. That's why you did it.
You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. You hated them. You hated what they did to your father.
Eventually, the innocent lives that were lost in your quest for revenge -the ends of the means brought about by the deal with the demon in your arms- would be replaced by the death of the one who really deserved to swing from the ropes he was presently commanding.
You'd see the Magistrate lose. You'd see him die, crash and burn, and it could only ever be truly worth the cost of your soul, the eternal expense you spared, if he was devoured by his own pack of wolves.
It was too easy to just tear him apart.
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A/N: Man, that was super short, eh? Well, either way I think it got the point across. I got stuck behind this truck that said "Salem" allllll over it, and was annoyed then inspired to write about the city. I was gonna go into more detail about what happened to "your" father and all, but my time was limited while being chauffeured around by MY FATHER, and was like, aight I'll write something brief.
Lemme know if it was entertaining and I can write some more (do a part 2 or 3 or 4...ya know...).
~ Britt
{Also, since I said "MY FATHER" here's a stupid ass gif of Draco.}
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{Also also, again, I stuck a character on some background and called it an edit for the header image...the foreground art is from the Funtom Cafe celebration thing and I cropped the teacup out super rapidly so that's why he looks so stupid and creepy in the corner.}
