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thoughtsaboutshows · 3 years

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30 for the prompts

30. “Thanks for marrying me.

This one was requested twice, also by @nevergoinouttastyle

This is a continuation of my prompt from Take My Jacket where Sabrina and Nick meet as members of Ambrose and Prudence’s bridal party

Today was the day. She’d thought about this day a lot during her life. What she would wear, eat, dance to. Most importantly, who’d be waiting for her down at the end of the aisle while she walked down it. An aunt on each arm. In high school and shortly after she was dead-set on Harvey, with his floppy hair and goofy smile, to be the one waiting for her. In college she’d fallen for the exotic artist named Caliban and for a short time she thought she might marry him. That was until he’d decided that sleeping with the women who modeled for his clay sculptures was “a part of the process.”

Nick had come out of nowhere, breaking down her walls despite the awful first impression he’d made. Every day since, he’d complimented her headband and the way he reverently took it off when she told him to take her upstairs made it seem as if he adored it. He had been mysterious and charming and he’d made her smile in a way she hadn’t in a while. Maybe Ambrose was right and she needed to have a bit more fun. So she’d taken a chance in going up to his room, abandoning her cousin’s wedding early. She tried to steady her heart that beat with anticipation as Nick slipped his hand under the jacket that was draped over her shoulders and onto her lower back, leading her towards the elevator and away from the party so he could kiss her again.

She awoke the next morning wrapped in the arms of the man her cousin had partnered her with, feeling more sated and satisfied than she ever had. She hardly knew this Nicholas Scratch but already he had more than made up for his failed first impression, from the way he’d made her laugh or sang along to the songs when they danced to how his lips landed with perfect impassioned precision to her every inch of her body, knowing exactly how to make her shiver.

She had expected them to brush each other off, chalk it up to a single great night, emboldened by the romance of a wedding. But instead after kissing her soundly, wrapped up on his sheets, he’d ordered room service and a bottle of champagne. She slipped on his button down shirt to eat only for him to unbutton it and peel it off of her shortly after. Needless to say, they were late to the post wedding party her Aunties had thrown for the remaining guests. He’d stuck by her and didn’t let the weekend end without getting her number and a promise to see her again.

As her cousin had said, stranger things had happened than Sabrina and Nick falling in love with each other. But as Sabrina got ready before her wedding day to the man who had offered her his jacket two years ago, she came to the conclusion it wasn’t so strange at all.

Sabrina had no doubt as she geared up to walk down the aisle that Nick was the right one to be at the end of it. She had known it from the moment he called her a mere day after the wedding festivities had ended and when he’d invited her to travel with him the following Summer. Her knowledge was solidified even more when he insisted on having the wedding at the same place as Ambrose and Prudence’s, the very place he’d fallen for her.

So with all the people they loved by their sides, Ambrose in his party and Prudence in hers, they were married. Ambrose and Prudence insisted they needed to be partnered up.

“Because we look so good together, cousin.” Ambrose had insisted.

But Sabrina had figured it had more to do with how in love with his wife Ambrose was, and how he wanted to rub Prudence’s full and pregnant belly as they walked down the aisle.

Tears welled in Nick’s eyes as she made her way to him and he didn’t even try to keep them at bay, shattering every notion of toxic masculinity that had been thrown her way. He did that often, washing away the bad boy image that had been thrust upon him by whispers of people who didn’t even know him.

Nick held onto her hand throughout the entire ceremony, refusing to let go even when he needed to use both hands. He fumbled getting the ring from his best man because of it which made Sabrina snort and then smack him for pulling such an unattractive sound from her on her wedding day.

He thought about kissing her softly and sweetly, being that they were in front of her family and all. But once he heard the officiant declare them Mr. and Mrs. Scratch he realized that would be an impossibility. It had been the world’s biggest surprise when she’d announced she was taking his last name and she seemed just as eager as he was when she grabbed his bowtie and pulled him down for their first kiss as husband and wife. And not a sweet one at all.

Hilda had worked with the chef at the venue to ensure the food was top notch and from the way Zelda ran around like a drill sergeant Sabrina was sure the night would go off without a hitch. Their first dance was Elvis’ Can’t Help Falling in Love and he didn’t hold back from kissing her then too, holding her closer than ever.

They’d chosen to get married in the Fall because not only was it Sabrina’s favorite season but it’s when they met. And Nick would take any opportunity to utilize the chilled air to wrap his arms around her. As the night went on, it seemed he’d get his wish.

He’d been chatting with some friend when Sabrina waltzed over to him. They’d hardly been apart the whole night so when Sabrina leaned in to whisper in his ear. He quickly excused himself and made his way over to the balcony.

He found her leaning against the railing, her head-banded veil blowing in the wind. She was staring at him, her rosy cheeks and red lips inviting him to step closer. She was a picture perfect memory of when he’d found her out on that very same balcony two years ago. Except this time was better, this time she was his wife.

“Hey, Spellman.” He said when he reached her, automatically reaching for her waist and pulling her to him.

“Hey, Scratch.” She bit her lip and reached up, adjusting his collar. He’d undone his bowtie shortly after the reception began, and Sabrina always appreciated when he did so. “But you know my last name has been the same as yours for a few hours now.”

“You may be Mrs. Scratch, but you’ll always be Spellman to me.” He flirted with her as his fingers drifted across her exposed collarbone. Two years together or not, he could still make her tremble with just a touch. She couldn’t take it anymore then and pulled him down by his hair to kiss her. If their first kiss as husband and wife had been passionate, this one reached maxed out levels.

When they pulled apart she shivered and he didn’t hesitate to rip off his jacket and drape it around her shoulders. His smirk matched hers as they both were taken back to that first night.

“Thanks for your jacket.” She said with a wink.

“Thanks for marrying me.” He winked back and reached over to wipe at her smeared lipstick. “To be honest, I was surprised you ever gave me a chance.”

“Stranger things have happened, Scratch.” She shrugged and pulled him down to kiss her again. Her makeup was already messed up, they might as well mess it up more.

They stayed out there a bit more, enjoying a reprieve from the attention and soaking up being together just the two of them. When another gust of wind blew by and not even his jacket and his lips on hers couldn’t keep her warm enough he chuckled and made a suggestion.

“Why don’t we go inside, babe.” He pecked her lips one more time as she pouted.

“Why don’t you take me upstairs.” She suggested again, waving her eyebrows and daring him to do it. He nearly opened his mouth to agree, no one would miss them anyways, when Prudence poked her head out the door.

“Don’t you two even think about disappearing.” Even in her pregnant state she was scary, maybe even more so. “Sabrina your cousin is about to do something very embarrassing and I swear the agarvation will send me into early labor.”

“We’ll be right in, Prudence.” Sabrina said, laughing at her intensity. When Prudence didn’t budge from her place in the doorway Sabrina rolled her eyes and grabbed Nick’s hand. “Or we’re coming now.”

She stopped in the doorway with Nick and kissed him once on the cheek, and decided not to tell him that he had lipstick on his face. She leaned in to whisper in his ear again, first in thanks that he married her too and second all the things she was going to do when this night finally ended and they were alone. Needless to say Nick had to swallow heavy and breathe deep to keep himself from whisking her away right then. Instead they chased down Ambrose who had decided he was going to do his own version of the dollar dance, taking off a piece of clothing for every dollar he raised for the new couple.

Sabrina laughed and tagged teamed it with Nick to pour coffee down his throat. She wasn’t all that surprised that her cousin had pulled a crazy stunt at her wedding to Nicholas Scratch.

Because really, stranger things have happened.

#nabrina #otp prompts #nick x sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina #wedding fic

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know-the-way · 3 years

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I know it’s really stupid of me but I was kind of hoping for a redemption arc for Faustus. 😅😢

It’s not stupid, not at all! It’s natural to want to see the best in people, particularly when you believe they can be better than what they are now, so it’s completely understandable.

And, ya know, if the show gets picked up - he may have one yet still, we don’t know!

To me, this season really highlighted what the purpose of Faustus’ character is supposed to be, imo. Thinking of episode 4, we’re shown three different levels of corruption through three different characters.

The first is Harvey. Pure, sweet, golden boy Harvey is revealed to have some deep-seeded hatred of witches. Does he have any reason to hate witches? Well, let’s check - he lost a brother, got manipulated, controlled, and lied to by his first love, and has been in an endless cycle of extreme danger for the past year of his life. I think it’s fair to say we all understand that prejudice is not okay, but is it equally understandable why Harvey has some hang-ups about magic and witches? I personally think it is. (Not to the point of joining a literal witch hunt or angrily accusing your distressed best friend of killing your dad at her 17th birthday party 🙃, but understandable nonetheless.)

I personally think the intention with Harvey’s character being a cadet in Blackwood’s army was to demonstrate how, even when we believe someone to be morally good and just, they can become someone else when they endure pain and that pain is never properly addressed.

Did Sabrina apologize to Harvey for everything that happened between them? Yes. But did she repeat the same troublesome behaviors in different ways after that? Also yes. She didn’t demonstrate change in her actions, and a loootttt more happened with Harvey and the witch world in a negative way beyond his relationship with Sabrina, so the mistrust he feels isn’t entirely unjustified.

Then - “oh wow, oh my God, my second love has also hid being a witch from me, can I catch a fucking break here? Why should I ever trust another witch in my life?”

Answer: because they are humans, none being wholly good or bad, and they love you.

Roz talks to Harvey, tells him she believes he’s good, and demonstrably proves her own “goodness” by sacrificing herself to save others at Dr. C’s. Roz shows Harvey that she means what she says and her feelings for him are real - that she is a scared, broken human like him, just trying to do her best with what life has given her. Hence, when the moment of truth comes - Harvey remembers his humanity and proves his own “goodness” by saving her. But if Roz had never spoken to him, never acknowledged what he’d been through and that his feelings were valid... if no one had ever truly cared about his pain? It seems apparent that Harvey would have continued down a very dark path.

Which brings us to...

Mary. Mary has been literally murdered, had her identity hijacked by a demoness, her fiancé is dead, she doesn’t remember several months of her life, and her previous favorite student is a witch who has seemingly performed magic more than once on her.

Mary has every right to fear witches at this point. She has had zero trustworthy interactions with the witch world and from her perspective - her entire life has been stolen and no one cares. No one checks in on Mary, no one validates her pain, and as a result - no one in the witch world seems to have any compassion, humanity, or kindness in them. Enter the Pilgrims of the Night, who recognize her pain and fear without even knowing her, acknowledge it, and offer her solace in their congregation on the basis that her experience with witches is shared by the Reverend Lovecraft and his flock.

They prove themselves to her when the advice the Reverend/Faustus gives her (“let the dark in”) saves her life. My God, someone finally seems to care if she lives or dies!

People who care about others are good, so the church and the reverend’s mission must be good, too. Therefore, she is absolutely invested in whatever is asked of her and will blindly follow their lead in order to protect others from experiencing what she has. To me, Mary in the perverted universe represented the crossroads of corruption - where you truly believe what you’re doing is the right thing, even if it hurts others because those “others” have hurt you... and they will surely hurt again if you don’t stop them.

However, I think if Mary was finally told the truth - the full truth - and Lilith herself apologized for being the first piece in the puzzle... along with all the other witches... AND they showed that they actually cared about her well-being... Mary could find her way back through forgiveness. Or, at the very least, she could understand and process everything so that she could find a way to heal that doesn’t involve persecuting others.

And now, there’s Faustus. We aren’t entirely clear on Faustus’ history altogether, but we do know he’s had many experiences of being slighted by the churches of darkness (despite following the rules to a T).

He was rebuked by Edward for wanting to marry Zelda after mentoring him for who knows how many years, lost the office of high priest to him, and when he finally gets the title - here comes Edward’s self-righteous brat to fuck him over again. There he is trying to carry out the Dark Lord’s request to get Sabrina to sign her name in the Book of the Beast, even though she insults their doctrines and faith at every turn, and the coven and academy he’s had working like a well-oiled machine for the past 16 years is being slowly ripped apart. Why is the Dark Lord allowing this? Why is he having to endure a meddlesome child’s antics? Why is he not being rewarded for doing exactly as he’s been asked and returning the Church of Night to stability after Edward nearly destroyed it altogether? Like hello Dark Lord, can you throw me a fucking bone here?

Small victories - he finally secures Zelda’s hand in marriage and an audience with the anti-pope. This is what his life should’ve looked like two centuries ago, but no matter. He’s correcting it all now and by Satan, nothing is going to stop him this time.

But then...

Oh cool, Sabrina is here to intervene again and has presented the text of his old rival for consideration along with his (clearly superior) manifesto. What’s that, you say? Oh, she’s also gonna crash my wedding, accuse me of murder, and spread claims about my manifesto without having even read it? Wow, ahaha, sounds hilarious... except why am I not laughing?

He arrives in Rome and gets an inkling that the Dark Lord may finally be taking action about this heretical little monster because he’s offered the title of anti-pope by the unholy high council themselves. Finally, some appreciation! He just needs to hang on a little longer, eliminate these small meddlesome threats, and soon he will reside over a peaceful kingdom far removed from anymore mortal nonsense.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, what do you mean Sabrina convinces the council he’s unfit to be anti-pope? This is bullshit, man! You know what? Fuck this place, I’m gonna make my own damn church and ensure no other headstrong witches like Sabrina Buzzkill Spellman can ruin it. That’ll finally return things to ord- MY WIFE KEPT MY OWN CHILD A SECRET FROM ME?! WHAT THE FUCK?! Alright, that’s it, The Spellmans are clearly here to poison others (ironic foreshadowing) - time to wash my hands of them completely, I am so over thi- what’s that? The Dark Lord’s here? GOOD. About time this asshole showed up to set people straight and remind them that the values of his unholy church, which Faustus has exemplified perfectly, must be respected.

You mean for me to bow down to whom now? The halfbreed brat who has been directly and willfully wreaking havoc on the congregation he’s patiently and painstakingly lead back to greatness? Are you fucking serious, m8? No. Absolutely not. No. I’m getting out of here, and since I won’t have the little twat poison anyone else, I will literally poison them instead. Be free, sheep!

It’s up until this point that I believe Faustus was still mostly at the crossroads stage, same as Mary. He believed everything he was doing was the right thing, based on the teachings from the religion he devoted his entire life to, and that he’d be rewarded for serving the Dark Lord so faithfully - until the Dark Lord proved several times in succession that his religion was all a lie. That three+ centuries worth of groveling and abiding and waiting has meant absolutely nothing.

So now we have the Eldritch terrors. Beings more powerful than the oldest gods. He spends 15 years isolated in a time bubble purifying himself, devoting everything to them, and won’t it be so glorious when they welcome him into his ranks? He’s set them free now, after all, they owe it to him.

But doing the same action over and over and expecting a different result is what? The definition of insanity, friends. Of course the Eldritch terrors reject him, too... of course Sabrina gains their attention and veneration instead... of course he should have tried to seize their power for himself a long time ago... so, fuck it all, he’ll do that now. There is no right and wrong, there is no observed justice - if there was, he would have been rightfully recognized for all the time, effort, and pain he’s endured only to receive nothing in return.* No one ever acknowledged his pain... no one ever even considered it. Over time, that takes its toll.

(*Clearly, I mean this to be from Faustus’ perspective and not my own.)

Of course, he has inflicted more than his fair share of pain himself and I am of the personal belief he needed to pay for that, but... equally imagine being hurt over and over and watching those who did it walk away, not only without reprimand, but with the belief that they were right and just to do it? Could it slowly drain on one’s soul to watch the rules apply to some and not others? Debatable, I suppose, but I personally think yes.

So... I say all of this only to point out that there is still potential to acknowledge his pain. And thus, there is imo still potential to understand, communicate properly (I am very interested in any conversations he and Sabrina may have had during their training - I know he said she took a vow of silence, but clearly some talking occurred for Sabrina to learn so much about the void from him), grow, and finally - for him to be given the chance to repair everything he had a hand in breaking. It wouldn’t be an easy or painless task to get to that point, and no one would be faulted for not trusting him to do so, but I think there is potential for it. If they get picked up and they want to finally allow the characters some time to reflect and process shit, they could include Faustus in that.

#faustus blackwood #mary wardwell #harvey kinkle #caos #caos spoilers

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survivingthejungle · 4 years

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everybody wants to rule the world (caliban)

When Sabrina was 8 years old, her life got a little more unusual. Being a half witch raised by her two aunts and cousin (all full-blooded witches) in a mortuary was not a common experience for most children. But things became different when another cousin, from her mother's side of the family, came to live in the Spellman house. Her mother, Diana, had a brother, William; WIlliam married and had a daughter just two years before Sabrina was born. She was named Genevieve Sawyer, and she and her paternal cousin had been very close to one another their entire lives. When it was heard that William had been shot and that Genevieve's mother was not fit to parent, the girl's cousin and family immediately stepped up to take her in and be her legal guardians.

Despite Genevieve's unfortunate circumstances, she never lost her bright personality or kindness. She seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in the Spellman house from time to time, but it was a welcome change of pace for everyone who lived there. For the next eight years after she had gone to live with her cousins and aunts, she had grown into a compassionate, driven young lady. Growing with her were several pets she had acquired over the years. Genevieve had a special love for animals and so had adopted many. She had a spotted turtle named Tucker, whom she had rescued from getting run over by a truck one morning. She also had an orange tabby cat named Tex, a green budgie named Pico, and a blue pit bull terrier named Bambi. The latest addition to the family was an albino ball python, whom she was currently in the process of naming.

"Genevieve. I mean it this time," scolded her aunt Zelda. "No more pets. You have barely enough space for them all, and I won't allow any more of this."

"No more, aunt Zelda. I got it. This guy is the last," she affirmed, gesturing with the snake which was slithering over her shoulders and down her left arm. Her aunt shuddered.

"How you can allow that thing near you is beyond me."

"She's sweet!" she defended. "She's just curious."

"She stays in your room only. If I see a snake slithering about my house I won't hesitate to kill it."

"She won't go anywhere. Promise."

Once her aunt had finished scolding her and left her room, she turned her attention back to her new friend. "What do we call you, huh?" Genevieve said. She set the snake down on her bed and flipped on her record player against the wall to fill the silence, and an old Fleetwood Mac album started spinning. "Well," she said, "I have to take Bambi and Tex on a walk, so I guess we should put you in your tank, huh?" She moved the young albino to the mostly empty tank and placed the lid over it, promising, "I'll get you some decorations while I'm out." Then she put on a pair of socks, laced up her shoes, and grabbed two harnesses and leashes from the footboard of her bed, heading downstairs to find the only two of her pets that were mammals. "Morning, aunt Hilda," she greeted the small blonde woman.

"Oh, g'morning my love! Are you taking Tex and Bambi on a walk?"

"Yeah, once I find 'em." "Well you'll eat first, won't you?" She pointed to the table. "Some toast for you."

"You're the best," Genevieve said, sitting down to take a bite of it. The toast was covered with peanut butter and sliced bananas; simple, but a favorite of the girl's. She finished eating quickly and was off again in search of her cat and dog, finding them in the family room. Tex was lounging on the couch and Bambi had seemingly been banished by him, staring at the tabby from the ground. "You wanna go on a walk?" she said to them both, her voice increasing by about an octave. Bambi's ears perked up and her eyes widened; Tex hopped down from the couch and over to circle Genevieve's legs. "Hey auntie," she called into the kitchen, "Do you know where Beans went?"

"Yes," her aunt called back, "I believe she went to go see Harvey, Roz, and Theo?"

"Okay. Thank you!" She then strapped both of the harnesses onto Tex and Bambi and put them on their leashes, and then made their way outside to their usual walking route. About halfway through their walk she and her two companions made a detour to go to Harvey's garage, where Genevieve had guessed their band would be practicing and where her cousin had gone to find them. Heading around behind his house, she found the garage door unlocked and entered in to find the four of them seemingly discussing something important.

"'Vieve," Sabrina greeted as soon as she saw her cousin. "What's up?"

"I was walking Tex and Bambi," she responded, holding up the two leashes attached to both animals. "What's up with you?"

"Sabrina's trying to take us to Hell," Theo told her.

Genevieve's eyebrows raised and she went to take a seat on the couch closest to her. "Why?" she asked Sabrina.

"Nick." She said his name sadly; she knew her cousin missed him a lot and felt guiltier every day she left him trapped there. "I think I found a way to get him out."

"But, like… He's still…" Genevieve trailed off, not knowing how to formulate her thoughts exactly.

"Yes," she responded, knowing what the girl was getting at. "A flesh Acheron. But I might have a solution for that too."

—

Sabrina had brought the five of them through Dorian's portal to Hell with an incantation, where they landed on a cold, dark beach, coughing up the salt water that had gotten into their lungs. "Wait, so… Hell is a beach?" Harvey asked.

"The Shores of Sorrow," Sabrina whispered hauntingly.

Theo stood up and pointed out at the water. "Guys. Look. What are those?" There were tall wooden structures standing above the waves, and from them came pained groans and wails. Hands were reaching out, desperate to grab whatever would come close to them.

"They're the souls of the damned," called a deep, unfamiliar voice. The group turned their heads to look for the source, and saw a large sandcastle and someone walking out from behind it. He had blond hair and was wearing a flowing white shirt that he had left unbuttoned. "They drown as the tide rolls in. Over, and over," he said, looking out at them, "For all eternity."

"Bummer," Genevieve whispered to Roz.

"Hi," Sabrina greeted him as the group approached him. "We're looking for Lilith." He didn't respond. "Uh, Madame Satan? S-Queen of Hell?" The boy looked pointedly at her, on the verge of a smirk. "She's in Pandemonium, if you happen to know the way." He turned his head and pointed left. Sharp jaw, Genevieve thought.

"All blood flows to Pandemonium." Sure enough, there was a large rock through which blood was flowing, that seemed to turn into a path further up the beach. "Follow the blood-red road where it flows, and there you'll find the throne of Hell," he instructed, still pointing.

"Thanks," Sabrina said. He pushed his hair back from the wind blowing on the beach, smirk still present. What does he know that we don't? her cousin wondered. "And you are?"

He seemed as if he were about to respond, but decided against it. "Never step off the road," he advised. He looked at their feet then. "It's clever you're wearing dead men's shoes. Though… any demon worth his salt can smell mortal flesh a mile away."

Genevieve's brows furrowed. "Ew." The boy glanced at her and then turned back to his project.

"Come on," Sabrina said, "Let's go." The four trailed behind her, but Genevieve stayed still for a moment. "Hey! I like your sandcastle," she called to the boy. He looked back at her, intrigued. "Bye!" she waved. He lifted a hand in return, and she was on her way.

—

The journey through hell had been… adventurous, to say the least. Between the field of crucified people beating eaten by crows, to the forest with a magical flower and a bloodthirsty tin man, to a horrific mock-high school classroom, Genevieve and the others were exhausted, scared, and ready to go back to earth. After being rescued by Lilith's helper, a man dressed in a bellhop's outfit and being seated at some hellish feast, she and Sabrina began a conversation about getting Nick out of Hell and taking care of Theo's uncle's soul as well. The Infernal Kings weren't recognizing Lilith's newfound authority, so she struck a deal with Sabrina- the throne for her boyfriend and her friend's uncle. Sabrina, of course, agreed, and the process had begun.

—

"Infernal court, I bid you welcome," Lilith greeted from the throne. The three demonic kings stood before her in wait. "The city of Pandemonium has an honored guest. May I present to the hordes, Sabrina Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer Morningstar." Sabrina walked to stand next to the woman and looked around the throne room. "In his absence, she has come to officially declare me Queen of Hell. Isn't that right, Sabrina?"

"Yes, that's right," she told them.

"This is treason! Heresy!" the Kings protested. "Lilith is a concubine, not a queen. We do not recognize her. She was Lucifer's whore. The realms are in chaos, and the Earth, the Pit, the Heavens, the Cosmos, they all reject Lilith's claim to the throne."

"And who do you propose would rule?" she shot back.

That was the million dollar question, it seemed, because the Kings got a nefarious look in their eyes. "All hail Caliban, Prince of Hell. Molded from the clay of the Pit itself, native son of the inferno, born to restore and rule our dark domain!"

"Hello again," said the supposed Prince Caliban, in yet another open top. He maintained the smug look on his face that he was wearing at their last encounter.

"Uh, hi?" Sabrina said, mildly confused.

"What is this?" Lilith questioned. "This is salvation," he told her. "Since the Dark Lord's desertion, the Nine Circles of Hell have been breaking down. I, Caliban, will restore stability and do what Lucifer failed to do… conquer the earth. Remake it as our Tenth Circle, and enslave the tribes of mortal and witch."

Before anyone else could get a word in edgewise, Genevieve spoke up. "No? You most certainly will not!" she said. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Dude. You're… you're not even a real person." Her brow furrowed. "Someone gets one good blast with a hairdryer and what happens? You dry up and crack?"

"I'm afraid that's not how it works, darling." He stepped closer. "Though you are clever for that." Yet another smirk. Smug bastard. Closer. And closer.

She glared at him. "Thanks," she deadpanned.

"You are pretty, for a mortal," he said to her. "Maybe I'll have mercy on you." He lifted a hand to beside her face and toyed with a strand of hair that had fallen out of her braid.

"Don't touch me." She slapped his hand away, and he stepped back. Sabrina and Lilith had been whispering to each other from the moment that Caliban revealed his plan. But now, she was seemingly comatic; her eyes and Nick's were both glazed over in red and they were both catatonic. But when her senses came back and her eyes returned to normal, she had adopted a newfound confidence. "No, we won't," she said to Lilith. "I am Sabrina Morningstar," she announced to the hordes, "And that throne is mine. By blood, and by birth."

"Here we go again," Harvey muttered. Genevieve chuckled.

"Yours to give me, you mean," Lilith interjected.

"No. Mine. To claim." She sat on the throne herself, and her cousin had to admit that she looked rather regal.

"We do not accept this!" the Kings argued. "The witch lives on Earth. She cannot possibly rule Hell."

"You've obviously never been to high school."

"You are a child, not a queen," another King shot.

"I am a young woman." Right on, her cousin thought.

"You cannot fulfill your father's duties." "I can," she insisted, looking at Lilith. "With Lilith as my advisor." "What?" "Isn't that what kings and queens do when they're too young to rule?" she argued. "They appoint a…" "Regent," Lilith offered. "Yes. As a matter of fact, yes." "Then you, Lilith, are my regent."

"I dispute this." Caliban, of course.

"Okay, Dirt-Man," Genevieve said. She had begun to harbor a deeply personal sense of loathing for him, especially because of how he disrespected her cousin's authority and was a raging narcissist.

After an attempted challenge for the crown, Sabrina dismissed the court and he and his clique left Pandemonium. She and the rest of the group, along with Nick and his tongue, followed Dorian's instructions and used the flower and the incantation to return home.

—

Sabrina had royally fucked up— no pun intended. After fumbling her first soul retrieval and getting locked in an industrial freezer by her second, she was beginning to lose hope. And she was running out of time. While Lilith was out searching for the wayward queen, the clay prince decided to go on his own adventure.

—

Genevieve was occupied in her cozy, bright room when a gust of spiraling flames interrupted her peace. She had been lying in her bed, reading a book and accompanied by all of her pets (which was a rare occurrence). Pico had nestled onto Tuck's shell and they were both napping. Bambi was curled up against her side and Tex at her feet, and the new snake— whose name, she decided, was Rhiannon— was also curled at the end of the bed. "Quite the companions you've got," he spoke deeply, disturbing the silence. "You!" she said, sitting up and starting all but the python. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, exasperated.

"Here to see you, of course," he told her, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Genevieve

was still perplexed.

"...Why?"

"You amuse me, mortal. And you've caught my eye. Your friend may be the Queen of Hell—"

"Cousin," she corrected.

"Your cousin may be Queen, but it's you who's really captured my attention."

"I… Okay," she responded, brows furrowed.

"No one's ever spoken to me as boldly as you have. Especially for a mortal. If I wanted to punish you, in fact, it would be well within my rights. Even your cousin could not do anything about it; laws in Hell differ than on Earth."

"So, what. You're here to kill me? Because I threatened your ego?" Genevieve rolled her eyes and got up, Bambi following after her. She grabbed Rhiannon and carried her over to her tank, flipping the switch for her heater and closing the lid. She then grabbed Tuck, as gently as possible to allow him to keep napping, and put him in his tank as well.

"Of course not," he chuckled. "You're much too interesting. It would be a shame for your potential to go to waste." "Potential," she said, disinterested. Walking to her door, she slipped on a pair of shoes that sat against the wall. "For?"

"For you to align with me. You may not like me much now, but I'm sure you'll grow to."

"For me… I'm sorry, what? You expect me to betray my cousin for someone who wants to literally enslave my people and take over the Earth?" He said nothing. "No!" she waved her hand at him, signaling for him to leave. "Be gone. Or... whatever you say to banish demons." She left her room and headed down the hallway and to the stairs, but Caliban was not far behind. Neither was Bambi.

She made a pit stop in the kitchen to make herself a sandwich before she left the house. "Do you think me unreasonable?" Caliban asked, leaning against the counter while she worked.

"Well, yeah. Actually I do."

He grabbed her hand before she could continue. Making sure to never break eye contact, he pleaded, "Please. Let me prove you wrong." She pulled her hand away.

"Why are you so dead set on this?" she groaned. "I said no!" A frustrated laugh left her lips.

"I'll make you a deal," he pressed. She returned her attention to her sandwich and refused to look at him. "Submit to me, and I will abandon my plan to enslave the tribes of Earth." Still, silence. Genevieve pretended that he wasn't even there anymore, slipping Bambi a piece of turkey in between the two of them. Once again, Caliban brought his hand up and grabbed her chin; she couldn't turn away.

"You won't get the chance," she spat. "My cousin is the Queen. Your plan will never happen." He opened his mouth to argue, but in a split second, decided against it.

"If that's truly how you feel, then I concede. But know my offer still stands." Genevieve shrugged, straight-faced, unsure how to respond.

"Will you leave now? I have somewhere to be," she told him, putting her sandwich in a baggie and walking to the kitchen table where a backpack was hanging off the back of a chair.

"Will the lady allow me to escort her?" he countered. She threw her food, a water bottle, and a sports drink into the bag as she considered it.

"Fine, I guess." She slung the backpack over her shoulder before kneeling down to scratch and kiss Bambi's head. "Bye, Bambi!" she said, her voice having gone up at least an octave. The blue pit thumped her tail and opened her mouth in a typical pit bull smile. Without a word, she stood up and passed Caliban to go retrieve her sneakers which were sitting by the front door. He followed, attentive to her every move. She locked the door behind her on her way out and began walking into town.

"Where are you headed to?" he asked her.

"The gym. I coach junior high volleyball."

"Is that a mortal sport?"

"Yeah. I played for a long time."

"Why did you stop?"

Genevieve stayed silent for a beat. "When I was still in high school, a few colleges wanted to recruit me for their teams. I would have gone to any of them, but…"

"But what?" "Well, I don't really know what I want to do with my life. I didn't want to just up and leave my family with no plan. So after I graduated this spring, I decided to take a gap year to figure out what I want to do."

"Have you figured it out yet?" he asked. His tone seemed genuinely interested.

She stayed quiet for a while longer. "No," Genevieve admitted, dejectedly.

"Maybe you should work with animals," Caliban offered. "Really? Why?"

"You seem to like them enough, you've got several as pets."

"Yeah, that's fair. But I don't think I could ever be a vet," she claimed.

"Then don't. Try something else."

"Like what?"

"You're the mortal here, not me," he chuckled. "You know more about your options than I do." Genevieve let out a little laugh as well. "Think about it," he advised her.

"I will. Thank you, Caliban."

—

Sabrina didn't return home until well past midnight. As she walked through the front door and quietly closed it, her cousin broke her silence from the stairs. "Where you been, Beans?"

Sabrina nearly jumped, startled. "I was— Oh, Aunties," she muttered, finally facing all three of them.

"Well, do you care to explain yourself?" Zelda questioned. Sabrina glanced at Genevieve, who was leaning over the top of the banister and mouthed I didn't say anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry I missed your first day at the Academy," she apologized. "I had this prob-"

"How many secrets are you keeping from us?" Zelda interrupted.

Hilda piped up in typical good-cop fashion. "You didn't happen to go to Hell, bring back your father, the Dark Lord, and stick him in the bowels of the Academy without telling us, did you?"

"Putting what's left of the coven, not to mention the entire world, in grave peril, just so you can see your boyfriend."

"That's not why I did it," Sabrina argued.

"Oh, God. Here we go again," Genevieve muttered as Tex jumped up onto the bannister beside her. She gave his head an absent-minded scratch as she watched the scene unfold.

"Oh, I know why you did it. Cassius delivered a stack of books with rituals about soul transference… I thought the Dark Lord was bad. I thought he was dangerous, but Lilith preserve up from his demented, lovesick daughter."

"Aunt Zelda!" Genevieve shouted. "That was so uncalled for!"

"I couldn't just leave Nick in Hell!" Sabrina defended herself. "Every second he was down there, he was in torment. Aunties, every second he was in pain."

"We know, darling," Hilda tried to comfort.

"And it's my fault." Her cousin began to tear up with the thought of Nick's suffering. "He did it for me. I couldn't just… wash my hands of him." Hilda stepped off of the stairs and went to Sabrina to try to comfort her. "I owed it to Nick to at least try and get Lucifer out of his body and into someone else's."

Zelda had begun to abandon her condemnation of Sabrina's actions, instead demanding that she come up with a well thought-out plan. "Whose? Where do you expect to find another vessel strong enough to withstand being turned into a flesh Acheron for the Devil himself?"

In a moment of perfect timing, Ambrose and Prudence appeared in the front hallway with a raggedy, bearded man at their feet. "Aunties," he greeted. "I'm home." It was evident in his tone and lack of breath that he was exhausted. "Any chance of a cuppa?"

Genevieve went downstairs and followed her cousin and Prudence into the kitchen. 'Whatcha want, 'Bose?"

"Something to help me sleep, finally," he rasped. "Thank you, cousin." (They weren't really cousins, but it was how they had referred to each other since Genevieve had come to live with them those 8 years ago.)

"You too?" she asked Prudence. "Yes, please."

—

The next night, Sabrina returned home and immediately headed to Genevieve's room to de-stress from her arduous day. "That jerk Caliban challenged me for the throne," she sighed, laying down on Genevieve's bed. "Again. Legally, this time. And I had to accept it."

Her cousin took a deep breath. "Wow. He's really not letting it go, huh?"

"No. I wish he would, though."

"Well, what was the challenge? What do you have to do?"

"We're both supposed to search for the Unholy Regalia. It's a Hell thing," she explained at Genevieve's confusion. "The first item is Herod's Crown."

"H- King Herod? Like 'kill the babies' Herod?"

"That's the one."

"Jesus," Genevieve exhaled. "...No pun intended." She had been sitting on the floor with Rhiannon, watching as she explored the room, but stood up to sit next to her cousin. "Beans, you've got a lot on your plate right now. Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

Sabrina considered her question for a moment. "No. Actually, I'm not sure. But I have to do this." She shut her eyes tight for a few seconds before opening them again and sitting upright. "And I have so much homework on top of this."

"You know what? I don't have anything to do tonight. You go to bed, I'll do your homework tonight." Sabrina smiled softly at her cousin.

"Vieve, you don't have to do that—"

"I know. But I want to. You need to rest. Besides," Genevieve said, "I already got through all of those classes once. I can do a few assignments tonight."

—

It was about eleven o'clock that same night and Genevieve was on a productive streak- in terms of getting her cousin's homework taken care of. She had advised Sabrina to talk to Ambrose the following day about looking for the crown and, subsequently, the rest of the regalia. In the midst of her focus, a gust of heat hit her and she could sense a presence in her room. She didn't even bother to turn around from her desk. "Go away, Caliban."

"I take it you've heard about my challenge, then?"

Genevieve set her pencil down and stared at him. "Do you have any idea the shit Sabrina's been going through, lately? I know you don't care, because all you want is power, but she's an actual person with other responsibilities and an entire life that she's dealing with on a daily basis. You're made of clay and you're from Hell, I get it, you must not have any sense of empathy, but this is taking a toll on everyone. You are such a raging narcissist." Caliban's smirk had dissipated by now. "Get out of my house, Caliban. I'm busy."

"You're wrong," he said. He was uncharacteristically quiet. "I can be empathetic." He sat down on the edge of Genevieve's bed, and Tex had allowed him to pet his head. "I do have emotions."

"Showing them from time to time might do you good." He said nothing, focusing his attention entirely on Tex rather than making eye contact with Genevieve. "Why are you here?" she asked, adopting a gentler tone. She felt as if she had been hard enough on him to get her point across. "Don't you have a crown to find, or something?"

"I've not yet located it. I was wondering if you've considered my offer?"

"Of course not," she scoffed. "I don't think you're gonna win. Beans may be busy, but she's smart. And talented."

"Well, she is the Dark Lord's daughter."

"Regardless. No, I haven't considered it. Is that all?"

"I hear there's a carnival in town."

Her brows furrowed momentarily. "What do you care?"

"Would it please the lady to accompany me? Tomorrow night?"

Genevieve went stiff like a deer in headlights. "Um… sure, okay. I guess?"

"You seem confused," he observed.

"Yeah, I- I am. A little. Surprised. Why do you wanna go to the carnival?"

"Is this not how mortals court each other?" he asked, standing up to lean against the desk she had been working at. He seemed his usual self again, another smirk crossing his face. "Or would you rather skip the formalities?" He winked, grinning down at her. Though she was still sitting, it was obvious that he was taller than she was.

She scoffed lightly. "Fine. I will go to the carnival with you tomorrow," Genevieve conceded. "Are you done now?"

"Are you sure you wouldn't have me spend the night?" he teased.

"Don't push it, Dirt-Man."

"As you wish," he told her, and threw his arms up, creating a vortex of fire and returning to the pits of hell.

—

Genevieve finally retired to bed at about quarter till 1 in the morning. Rhiannon was cozy in her tank and Tuck was in his; Pico was sleeping in his cage and Tex was curled up at the foot of her bed. Bambi was laying with her back to Genevieve's, but the blue pit had been awoken by a sudden presence appearing in the room. In the dark, Caliban had returned once more to the girl, this time having astral projected. Bambi's head stuck up, sniffing at him. He put his finger up to his lips and whispered to the dog, "Shh." Bambi was convinced and went back to sleep, leaving the boy to himself. He walked around until he was facing her, and he knelt down at her bedside. He rested his head on one arm while his other hand brushed some stray hairs away from her face. She looked so peaceful he was almost afraid to touch her. "Sleep well, darling girl," he whispered. "And forgive me for what I must do." Without another word, he kissed her forehead and promptly returned to his physical body in Hell.

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Infernal - VI

Summary: In your sleepy little town of Greendale, nothing ever slept for long. And ever since October, everything felt like it was waking up. Everything except for you, that is. One teensy trip to Hell (and an infuriatingly cute guy) later and suddenly you felt wide awake.

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A/N: so i just wanted to thank you guys for the support you’ve given Infernal!! it really makes my day to see you reading and getting feedback is just 💓💓 anyway this is the last part for this series until the next season comes out, but i have a few caliban wips. should i start posting those and tagging you in them?? thanks again and i hope you like this!!

Light streamed through the blinds when you woke up, landing softly on your covers and gently covering Caliban’s face. He’d never looked so calm when he was awake; always putting on a show, whether it was for you and your friends or for the courts of hell. Look at me, his face screamed when he was awake, I don’t care. I am in control.

Now it was silent. Dreamy.

You reached out a slow hand and moved some blonde curls out his face, letting it rest on his chest when you were done. Smiling to yourself, you thought about how absolutely mundane this morning was. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. You wouldn’t change a thing.

“I have the strangest sensation of being watched,” Caliban murmured as he stretched out next to you. His arms extended overhead and you watched how Harvey’s too-short hoodie crept up to his elbows. When you looked at his face, it featured a barely contained teasing grin.

“Well, we’ll have to get that sorted out right away,” you said as Caliban rolled his eyes and propped himself up on an elbow to face you. Your hand moved from his chest to the side of his neck, thumb tracing his jaw. “Tell me, sir, what did the perpetrator look like?”

“Beautiful.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, careful not to crash into you or get too tangled up as your hands rose to the sides of his face. His laugh tickled your face. It made your heart beat a mile a minute.

You pulled away ever so slightly to look in his eyes. Breath caught in your throat as you asked, “Don’t go back to Hell.”

Now his face said he was confused, something that he didn’t feel very often. Caliban sighed and rolled back to his side of the bed, slipping through your fingers to stare up at the ceiling with a half-open fist resting on his forehead.

“I just mean-” you slid closer, getting up to your forearm to face him. You lifted your hand to his chest but your palm hung millimeters above it. Unsure fingers tapped at the air. “For one day, stay here. Sabrina won the challenges, right? So there’s no real rush and I- I could show you what it’s like to be human for a day. And you could-”

Caliban took his fist off his forehead and wrapped his hand around yours, holding it to his chest as he took a breath. His eyes moved from the ceiling to you. Your heart stopped. “I’m not going outside looking like this.”

“Deal. There’s a Target like ten minutes away and you can pick out whatever you want,” you said. Before he could argue, you turned and started climbing out of bed. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Caliban looked at you with equal parts amusement and bewilderment before shaking his head and moving to his feet. “Surprise me.”

You reached out a hand to lead him to the kitchen, but stood still in front of the door, shoulders tense as you turned to face Caliban. “I should warn you,” you said, looking at the spot between his eyebrows. Apparently, people couldn’t tell you weren’t making eye contact if you looked there. “My dad can be a little … much. Lilith said he has something like the cunning, but I think it’s more like early-onset dementia. He means well, he just- he gets a little confused.”

Caliban’s jaw clenched as you spoke and you watched him make a conscious effort to relax it. In the most controlled voice you’d heard, he asked, “And does he hurt you when he gets confused?”

You couldn’t even look at the spot between his eyebrows. Coward. “He doesn’t mean to. He just-”

“That night you had a bruise on your arm, that was him?”

“You remember that?”

There was something fiery in him when you looked at Caliban again, slithering just below the surface. You cupped his face and drew his eyes off the door and back to you. His skin was hot to the touch.

“He needs help. You can’t hurt him,” you said. He was going to say something biting so you talked over him. “Please, just for today, let it go.”

Silence. His jaw clenched.

One.

If looks could kill, your door would be nothing but a pile of splinters and you would be dust.

Two.

“Just for today,” he conceded.

You held up a pinky and all that anger faded into amusement. He even laughed when you picked up his hand and forcibly intertwined his pinky with your own.

“This means that I get to keep your pinky in a jar if you break your promise,” you said, sounding far too serious for someone making a pinky promise before nine o’clock in the morning.

“Is that another promise?” Caliban asked, leaning down slightly.

Still, after everything that had happened, the action made you nervous. In a (probably failed) effort to seem cool and unaffected, you dropped his hand and turned to open the door. As soon as you did, the smell of pancakes hit you in the face like a ton of bricks. Your dad was awake, and he probably wouldn’t remember the past few days. Would that make this easier or harder to explain?

Too busy thinking to come up with clever and endearing things to tell Caliban about your house as you wandered your way to the kitchen, the two of you walked in silence while you absentmindedly gripped his hand.

‘Silence’ wasn’t really the best word to describe it because, although neither of you were talking, the house was filled up by your dad’s music. When you got closer, you could even hear him singing along as he flipped pancakes.

“Dad?” you asked hesitantly as you rounded the corner to the kitchen. The batter sizzled uncertainly as he looked up at you. All of the carefree happiness drained from his face when his eyes landed on Caliban. “Dad, this is-”

“That a monster should be such a natural.” His voice wasn’t quite as venomous as the last time you heard him speak, but it was icy. “Caliban, son of the witch-hag Sycorax. Native son of the-”

“Dad, no.” You let go of Caliban’s hand to take a step closer, putting one hand on your dad’s and using the other to try and pry the angry spatula from his hand. “Caliban is a friend. He-”

“O, it is monstrous, monstrous: Methought the billows spoke and told me of it-” Your dad broke eye-contact with Caliban to stare holes in your soul. He whispered to you like a child trapped in a horror movie, “The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder - that deep and dreadful organ-pipe-”

“Dad-”

“Be not afeard. This isle is full of noises,” Caliban said. His voice was almost as gentle as it was when he showed you how to conjure light, and he walked closer very slowly and carefully. “Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices that, if I then had waked after long sleep-” He held out his hand, palm up, like someone would to frightened animal “-Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, the clouds methought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.”

Your dad blinked once, twice. He looked at you. He looked at Caliban. He looked at Caliban’s hand.

“Oh, crap, that one’s burnt!” He jumped out of your grip to shut off the stove and scrape out the burnt batter before something caught alight.

Caliban held onto your shoulders in an effort to comfort you as you stared at your dad. No matter how often it happened, you still couldn’t understand what made him like this. One second he was making pancakes, the next he was cursing you in Elizabethan tongue, and then he was making pancakes again.

“So let me guess,” your dad said with a wry smile as he turned back to the two of you, pan successfully scraped clean. “Long lost cousin of Sabrina’s-” he pointed the spatula harmlessly at Caliban and continued to the stove “-And you’re working on a … History project? Fell asleep at the desk?”

“You’ve always been a good guesser,” you said through gritted teeth.

Your dad laughed as he poured the next lot of batter in the pan. “Chin up, Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. There’s some pancakes over there and the syrup’s in the fridge.” He smiled over your head at Caliban. “Help yourselves.”

“Thank you,” Caliban said with a thin smile.

---

You sat in the car for five minutes, tinkering with the seat and mirror settings while Caliban sat politely in the passenger seat. Never did you imagine using the words ‘Caliban’ and ‘polite’ in a sentence without the words ‘is not’ sandwiched between them, but a lot of things had changed since then. Sighing, you sank back into your seat and looked over.

Polite, amused.

“Okay, you need to put your seatbelt on before we start moving,” you said. Caliban arched an eyebrow at you. “I’m being serious. Belt on or you can stay in Harvey’s old clothes the whole day.”

“Are you that bad of a driver or did you forget that I’m nigh-indestructible?” Caliban asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Wanna find out exactly how indestructible you are?” you asked, leaning over the armrest and getting distractingly close to him.

Caliban’s eyes dropped to your mouth. “Do you want to try?”

“Nope!”

You yanked the seatbelt forward and kept it with you as you flipped back into your side of the car, clicking it into the socket when you could breathe again. You shot him a grin and he shot you a glare. Oh well.

Switching on the engine, you tried to string together a coherent thought. “So this car is old - older than me, probably older than you - so she’s a little sensitive. She’s also a piece of crap who’s been stuck on the same cassette since I learned to talk,” you told him as you rolled out of the driveway. “The air con’s busted. There’s a spring sticking out of the backseat. Is that a cloud? We can only turn right if it starts raining.”

Caliban let out a laugh next to you, craning his head to try and spot the cloud. “Why don’t you just get another car?”

“Because she’s part of the family.” You smacked the dashboard twice. “Aren’t you, Sugar?”

The speakers started blasting Tiffany’s I Think We’re Alone Now in response and it was the first time you’d ever seen Caliban look truly startled, even if it was just in your peripheral vision. It made you smile the whole way to Target.

Despite your worries, finding Caliban something to wear was pretty easy, even if you had to coerce him into picking out a jacket. It didn’t take long for something to burst your bubble though: you heard Harvey laughing somewhere nearby.

“Shit,” you whispered, grabbing Caliban’s arm. You pointed over some shelves to where Harvey and Theo were looking at graphic socks. “Shit. Scatter!”

“Excuse me?”

“Scatter! I-” You shoved the clothes into Caliban’s arms. “Go try these on. Don’t come out until I come to find you.”

“Don’t you think this is a bit of an over-”

“No!”

You pushed him back towards the changing rooms and got ready to confront Harvey and Theo when Caliban’s hand caught your wrist and pulled you back with him. You didn’t argue until he latched the door.

“Don’t know how to get dressed by yourself?” you asked in a low voice.

“If I said yes, would you show me?” Caliban asked, lifting the corners of his mouth. He sighed before lifting Harvey’s old sweatshirt over his head. “I didn’t think you wanted to explain all this to your friends. Hence the - uh, what was the word you used - scattering?”

You bit your cheek as you weighed your options. Deciding it would be easier to think without looking at Caliban’s chest, you handed him a shirt. You focused on Caliban’s hands as he buttoned up the shirt, long and dainty-looking as he worked his way up the fabric slowly.

And then there weren’t any buttons left, just Caliban watching you watching him. It made your heart stop. Again.

“Right, all done?” you asked, moving your things so you could stand up. You became intimately aware of how small these changing rooms were.

“Unless you want to stay for the pants part?” Caliban asked.

“I think I’ll take my chances with Harvey and Theo, thanks,” you said and carefully stepped around him to get to the door.

While Caliban was busy, you did some impulse buying and tried to catch your breath. Thankfully, Harvey and Theo seemed to have left. The whole situation left you feeling conflicted; all you wanted was to tell them about Lilith and Caliban but you were scared that they wouldn’t understand.

When Sabrina finally told you all about her being a witch … to say it didn’t go over well was an understatement. When you finally told them, would it go over any better?

After getting Caliban something to wear and something to eat, you took him to a parking lot of a long-abandoned strip mall. Still debating whether this was a good idea or not, you took a breath and turned in your seat to face him.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you said carefully, resting your hands on the gearshift. “Do you want to learn to drive?”

“That depends. Am I going to learn in this car?”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the front, the beginning of a biting comment coming out of your mouth before Caliban laughed and leaned over, placing his hands over yours on the ignition.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, stifling the rest of his laughter. “I’d be honored if you’d teach me to drive.” You didn’t say anything. He leaned in closer. “In this car.”

You turned your head to look at him, underestimating just how much he leaned in. Almost nose to nose, you said, “Say please.”

“Please?”

“Like you mean it.”

A smile sparked on his lips. “Would you, please, teach me how to drive?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” you said dryly, unlocking the doors and stepping out while Caliban shook his head and did the same.

Teaching Caliban was just as infuriating as you expected; he sped up when you said he couldn’t, he rode out the clutch, but - worst of all - he didn’t appreciate the background noise of the broken mixtape. Round and round the old parking lot he went, muttering swears and curses all the while.

“Okay- okay, babe, you need to stop.” You put your hand on the gearshift, over his tight white knuckles. He let out a heated breath as he shut the car off. “You’re sticking the shift from second to third. Sugar’s old, remember? You need to be more gentle.”

“I’m being plenty gentle.”

“You’re definitely being plenty something,” you said. He didn’t appreciate the joke. “Take a breath. Let’s try again.”

Caliban didn’t say anything as he started the car up again, but he did everything you told him when you told him to do it. With your hand guiding him, he didn’t stall for the first time in over an hour and he only swore once (at a pigeon, but in his defense it really was stopped in the middle of nowhere).

Finally, Caliban parked the car squarely in the middle of four spots and turned to face you, much like you had some time ago but without propping up any legs. “We’ve been doing human things the whole day,” he said. “I’d like to add something to the itinerary.”

“Oh, would you now?”

“Do you trust me to take you there?” Caliban asked, ignoring your teasing.

“You mean, like, letting you drive on the road?” you asked. “Where the other people drive?”

“Unless you’d like to teleport there,” Caliban offered.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Okay, you can drive but you have to listen to me exactly like you did just now. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Bad music blared over the speakers as Caliban drove, windows down, to his mystery location. You pretended not to notice whenever he damn near stalled the car, he pretended not to notice whenever you messed up the words to the music, and you both pretended not to notice how right it felt to have your hands intertwined.

It was absolutely mundane. A drive for over-eager teens with nothing better to do. You wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Caliban turned down a gravelly road that you were sure led to private property, but you didn’t mention it. He seemed very sure of himself in your piece of crap car. Even as he rolled to a stop and the car wheezed its way to sleep, he looked like he was made for this moment.

“So is the part where you make me dig my own grave?” you asked, moving to face him and lifting your hand from his to the side of his neck. “Because you should know that I’d rather kill myself than do manual labor.”

Caliban let out a laugh as he mirrored your movements, except his hand lifted to his mouth, thumb running across his lower lip. “No, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a while longer, love.”

You weren’t entirely sure how to answer that one, so you took a breath and looked down at the gearshift. “So what exactly is the plan?”

“Swimming,” Caliban answered. He unbuckled his seatbelt before you could ask more questions - of which you had plenty - and got out of the car.

You had to rush to keep up, slowing your jog once you could grab his hand. “Woah, slow down. Swimming? In a Greendale Lake?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Uh, yeah. For starters, it’s January.”

“I can cast a spell to keep you warm.”

“You got a spell to protect me from Hep A?”

Instead of answering, Caliban rolled his eyes and lifted his hand, palm up, in front of you. He nodded to it when you didn’t answer him. “Do you trust me?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked at his hand. Not everything had to be a show of how tough you were, and you got the feeling that Caliban already knew how tough that was. You put your hand in his, trying your best to memorize the changes in his face when you did.

The two of you walked in silence, joined at the fingertips, until Caliban slowed down at the mouth of a cave and you made a disapproving noise. You held up your other hand when he looked at you, to show that you were trusting and not criticizing. At least not externally.

The cave wasn’t anything like the one you’d found Medusa in, nor was it like any of the ones you and Harvey played around when you were kids. It was smooth and dark, with air far less musty than you expected. Water was running somewhere and Caliban led you to the spot where it ended. A small, pitch dark rock pool.

Then Caliban let go of your hand and started taking off his brand new shirt.

“Okay, what are you doing now?” you asked.

“Swimming,” Caliban said without any hesitation. “Do you not remember?”

“I-” You broke off. He said you were going swimming, did you think he just magically had a swimsuit in your size hiding out in this cave? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not taking off my underwear.”

“It’s going to an awfully uncomfortable drive home,” Caliban said with a devilish smile as he threw the shirt at you. “But whatever you prefer.”

You stood awkwardly as he finished undressing and slid into the pool. He was considerate enough to turn around after your first complaint and then you begrudgingly took off your layers. At least it was dark enough in here that he couldn’t see you blush.

Dipping in your toes, you pulled away with a tiny shriek. “It’s fucking freezing!”

Caliban laughed as he waded around to look up at you. It was unnerving, though he didn’t mean it to be. “It’s going to be cold for the first few seconds. Diving headfirst is the best way to do it.”

“Yeah, if what you’re trying to do is get a concussion.”

“Just get in,” Caliban said slowly, “And it’ll get better after that. I’ll warm you up if it doesn��t.”

“No way in Hell. And I mean that with a capital H,” you said, refolding your arms over your chest. “The only way I’m getting in there is if you drag me.”

Caliban’s head tilted to the side for a second before straightening up as he waded closer to you. When he was right in front of you, the water only came up to his naval, but he gestured for you to lower down to him like he was telling you a secret. In a dangerously low voice, he asked, “What was that again?”

You blinked back your surprise. “Uh, what was what? That I’m only getting in here if you- Don’t you dare!”

Before you could run away, Caliban had scooped you up and twirled you into the icy water. But you couldn’t focus on the cold when everything that he touched was on fire. And when the screaming and splashing and laughing died down, it was just you and Caliban alone in the dark. Nose to nose. Holding your arms to his chest. Too afraid to breathe and mess up the moment.

Your heart was trying to break out your ribcage.

“I think you were right,” you whispered. “Diving in headfirst is the best way to do it.”

Caliban’s heart was slow and steady, but you could swear it skipped a beat right there.

“You’re sure about that?” he said softly.

“Without a doubt.”

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A Little More than a Crush

Harvey Kinkle x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1765 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader wants to go to the Carnival with her best guy, the only guy in the world that she loves.

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The carnival was in town and you couldn’t have been more excited about it.

Carnivals weren’t very common in Greendale but the fact that one had sprung up was more than welcome. It was a distraction and at this point, with hell and monsters and all of that-you wouldn’t say no to that.

You wanted nothing more than a good, old fashioned, night on the town. In fact, it was something that you would kill for at this point.

You were desperate.

“Please come with me, Harv” you begged, clasping your hands together dramatically. All of your friends were going but more than anything, you wanted his company.

You were trying to ask Harvey on a date, but he hadn’t really connected the dots yet. That much was obvious, because all he did was smile.

“We’re all going as a group silly, of course I’ll be there” he hummed, bumping your chin with his finger in a playful manner.

The gesture was sweet and soft but something about it also broke your heart. No matter what you did, you doubted that Harvey would ever really understand the feelings you had for him.

It just wasn’t in the cards.

Perhaps you should have been glad for it, after all-you knew that you would be crushed if he rejected you. It would break your heart but there was nothing you could do about it.

Not if he didn’t like you, if he didn’t love you.

Still, you should have considered yourself lucky to even get to spend time with him at all. You got to hang out with him, even if it wasn’t under the circumstances that you hoped for.

“Right, you’re right” you shrugged, feeling the heat rush to your face. You had to get out of here...before you made a fool out of yourself.

It was bad enough that you’d fallen in love with your childhood best friend, but now you were pining after him like a lovesick puppy. You couldn’t handle it, you felt like you were standing on pins and needles when you were with him.

The only problem was that you couldn’t make him understand that without risking looking like an ass.

“I’ll see you later then Harv” you hummed, practically running away from him toward where your car was parked. If you were lucky, he wouldn’t ask any questions about your odd behavior.

Sometimes he could be pretty spacey, and you only hoped this was one of those times.

You heard him call after you, letting you know that he was looking forward to it. You wanted to tell yourself that you didn’t feel it, that it didn’t matter, but you couldn’t ignore the pit in your stomach when he did.

It was bad.

This was a love like you’d never felt, and it just so happened to be for the only person in the world you couldn’t lie to. It was only a matter of time before he figured out why you were acting like a coked out squirrel around him.

He wasn’t an idiot, as much as you wished he was right about now.

You had to figure out some way to chill out before the carnival tonight...and luckily, you knew just the witch to help you out with that.

“Sabrina, I need help” you called, rushing into the Spellman mortuary without so much as a knock. You two had started out as relative strangers but over all this time, you had grown to really like her.

Things like that changed when she and Harvey broke up and you actually got to know her without being attached to his hip.

She had even saved your life a few times.

…But right now, you just needed her witchy powers to keep you chill for the night.

“What’s wrong?” she wondered, appearing at the top of the staircase after a few seconds. At first, she assumed that maybe something bad had happened or one of your friends was in danger but you were quick to put those concerns to rest.

You smiled, doing your best to act like a person who wasn’t about to lose her mind. “Is there a spell or something to make me completely chill? Like, less anxious and weird than right now?” you rambled, gesturing furiously down at yourself as if that would help.

You were losing your mind, and even if using magic was a bad idea, you had to try.

You weren’t ready to lose Harvey over some stupid crush.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” she grinned, trying her best not to laugh at you. You had come here immediately after seeing Harvey and your heart rate hadn’t even slowed yet.

You could have at least sat in the driveway for a few moments.

“I’m fine, I just need help” you assured, pressing both of your hands to your temples. Sabrina smiled again, making her way down the stairs toward you before wrapping you in a hug.

This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten yourself all worked up but Sabrina had never quite seen it like this. “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll find something...let me look and I’ll bring something to the carnival for you” she suggested, knowing it would take a few hours for Ambrose to help her find something.

There had to be a spell for it.

“Anything else I should know?” she prompted, there had to be something else.

You never acted like this for no reason.

“I have a crush, and I’m trying to keep it a secret” you shrugged, thanking her again and then heading out before she could showering you with more questions than you were ready to answer.

Harvey was just a topic you weren’t going to discuss with her.

It wouldn’t do any good and you didn’t want to make things between you any more awkward than they were after your odd little ask. Besides, you didn’t want anyone other than you to know about your feelings for Harvey.

You were doing a bad enough job keeping it a secret yourself.

You could only imagine how bad it would get if other people knew too. You would give it a few hours from when Sabrina found out before she told Roz and Theo and once they knew, it was all over.

That just couldn’t happen.

You were satisfied enough with the fact that she could bring you something to take him off your mind for now. At least you could get ready in peace without having to think about-

Harvey.

There was a knock at your bedroom door, a signature knock that you’d created with him in middle school that told you that Harvey had let himself into your house.

You should have assumed that he would be here at some point but you didn’t expect him so soon.

“Can I come in?” he called, knowing that you were in there, especially because he could hear the slight sound of your radio on the other side of the door.

You hummed, loud enough for him to hear you, you weren’t completely confident in your tongues ability to form words. You had no idea what was going on with you today but you just couldn’t focus.

Harvey was just imprinted on your brain, more than ever before.

“That’s cute, new sweater?” he asked casually, sitting on your bed right behind where you were currently standing, at your vanity. You were trying to get your makeup finished but you could hardly focus now.

Something was wrong with you, and you didn’t feel right. Harvey had never made you feel this way before but you could practically feel your heart beating in your chest.

“Yeah, it’s new” you allowed, swallowing the panic you were feeling before turning around toward him. You felt like you were submitting the look you’d crafted for his approval but Harvey only smiled at you.

A smile that made your stomach flip.

“It’s perfect, you ready to go?” he asked, standing from his spot and offering a hand to you which you took after a second or two of trying to not swallow your tongue.

You nodded, following him out to his truck without so much as a thought. The second you touched Harvey, you felt like your brain was nothing but static and you couldn’t think straight.

Sabrina knew that something was wrong as soon as you left her house, but it wasn’t until she consulted Ambrose that she realized what it was. At some point, you had been subjected to something magical, she just wasn’t sure what it was yet.

You were under a spell.

The one clue that she had was that you said something about a crush, something she’d never known you to do before today. That led the two Spellman’s down a path, until they figured it out.

Sabrina rushed to the carnival as quickly as she could, Nick on her heels. She had to find you before something terrible happened. They didn’t know how’d put the spell on you which meant that they weren’t sure what it would do.

Something horrible could happen if they didn’t figure it out soon.

“Y/N, there you are” she started, just glad that she found you before something absolutely awful could happen. “I think that someone put a spell on you” she whispered, pulling you in a hug to make it less obvious.

You weren’t sure what she meant but perhaps that was why you were feeling this way lately.

“It must be a love spell right, that’s why I’ve been feeling this way about Harvey?” you reasoned, realizing out of the blue that that was the only explanation. You had been able to keep it under wraps forever but today changed everything.

It wasn’t until you’d already said it that you realized you practically announced it to the entire group, including Harvey.

...But that wasn’t even the most awkward part.

“Actually no, it’s a truth spell” she allowed, the words leaking into the air through tight lips. She knew that it was going to make everything super awkward now, considering you’d just been really open about your feelings.

However, it was better that you knew that truth.

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Uneasy Lies the Head - Dark Lord/OC - Chapter 6

Chapters - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Chapter 6 - Marigold and Fire

Back at the Spellman House, while Nick and Sabrina were getting the Hand of Glory from Aunt Hilda, Samara ran upstairs to her room. She held out her hand as she approached her armoire filled with potions and ingredients. A bag flew into her hand and she quickly began picking potions out and filling her bag. While she hoped they’d get to the Academy before the Witch Hunters did, she wanted to be prepared if they didn’t. While a couple potions could be used as weapons, most of what she gathered were to help the fallen. Phlox paced around the room ready to go.

“Phlox, I know you want to go with me but you have to stay here. I can’t fight the hunters, help the injured and worry about you too. You’ll be safe here.” Samara’s words were met with fierce protests from her familiar. She huffed out a breath and knelt down. She extended her hand towards him.

“I know. I know. I’m the worst Witch alive and the most neglectful familiar. But I can’t have you go. I need to know you’re safe, here. Please Phlox.” Her voice was pleading and soft. She fought a smile as her familiar huffed and padded over to her, bumping her hand with his snout. She scratched his head before hurrying downstairs.

“Sabrina. Sabrina!” That sounded like Harvey Kinkle. Samara strode down the stairs, bag slung on her shoulder and clinking against her hip. Sure enough, that was Sabrina’s ex-boyfriend standing in their entry. Sabrina came running from the botanical room.

“Harvey!”

“Oh, you’re okay!” Harvey enveloped Sabrina in a tight hug. Samara’s brow quirked at that. From what Sabrina had filled her in on, Harvey and his friends hadn’t been very nice to Sabrina. Judging her for her witch power and other things. It just lowered them in her mind. Samara never did have a high level of empathy for mortals.

“Well, yeah. I’m fine. But what are you doing here?” Sabrina pulled away as she spoke. Samara continued down the stairs, joining Nick at his side.

“Sabrina, someone was trying to kill you. How could I not come?” Samara rolled her eyes at his comment while watching her Aunt melt at his words.

“How’d you know about that?”

“I was with Roz when she had her vision. I rushed over to make sure you were okay. I’m so sorry for what I said and how I acted. Roz and I both are. It was shitty. It’s just… Roz has been hurting and I don’t know how to help her.” Harvey continued to ramble. Samara rolled her eyes again at his excuses. She heard Nick scoff at her side and shot him a smile.

“It’s fine, Harvey, truly. But we have to go. Witch-hunters are attacking the Academy.” Samara blew a sigh through her nose as Sabrina spoke. Now the boy would want to join them and help save Sabrina. Typical.

“Witch-hunters are attacking your other school?”

“Yeah, we better hurry.” Nick’s answer was short as he clapped Harvey on his back as he passed by him. Samara squeezed her Aunt’s hand and began to leave with Nick.

“I wanna come too. To help.” Bingo.

“No way, Witch-hunter.” Nick was firm in his response.

“No. Uh.. Nick’s right, Harvey. It’s too dangerous.” Sabrina tried to speak some sense into the other boy.

“Yeah, and we don’t need anymore Witch-hunters.” Nick spit out. Samara moved forward and rested her hand on their magically repaired door, ready to go.

“I told you the night of the Greendale Thirteen, Sabrina. I’m done being a coward. If there are people-” Harvey began on a tirade.

“Witches.” Nick corrected.

“Whatever, in trouble, you’re gonna need as much help as possible.”

“Oh for Satan’s sake, let him help. He just wants to put things right. We don’t know how many Witch-hunters there are do we? So the more the merrier. Come on, sweet Harvey. I’ll catch you up on the way, my love.” Aunt Hilda cut in corralling everyone out the door. Always the one with a big heart. Samara couldn’t care less if the mortal came. So long as he actually proved useful and not a hindrance.

The group of 5 entered the Academy to destruction. There was blood spattered along the tile and the statue at the center of the school was rubble.

“Baphomet! What unspeakable thing could have done this?” Nick breathed out. Staring in horror at the pieces of stone strewn on the ground. Samara continued around the room, looking for the students or professors.

“Are we too late?” Hilda asked the question on everyones’ minds.

“Prudence? Agatha? Dorcas?” Sabrina called out.

“Where is everyone?” Nick asked as he left the fallen statue. Just as he did, someone collapsed onto the floor over a chair in the next room. They all rushed over to see the heavily bleeding man.

“Ambrose? Ambrose!” Samara ran forward and fell to his side. She helped him onto his back and began scanning his wounds. She stared in horror at the dagger sticking from his chest as he seized. Blood poured from his mouth and wounds, soaking his clothes and staining his teeth.

“Thanks for the chicken, Aunt-” He began speaking but was cut off by choking and seizing. Aunt Hilda knelt across from her as Samara began rummaging through her bag.

“He’s losing a lot of blood. I’m trying to find something for him. Try to stop the bleeding and get that Satan-forsaken dagger out of him.” Samara snapped as she continued to search for the vials she needed.

“Okay. This is going to hurt a tiny bit okay?” Aunt Hilda soothed before wrapping her hand around the dagger and ripping it out of his chest. Ambrose’s torso rose from the ground from the pain. Both let out ear-piercing shrieks.

“Ohh, I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry. Okay. Rivers may flow that blood may not. Blood be bound, and blood be clot.” Aunt Hilda chanted and continued under her breath as the blood flow paused. Samara finally found the vials she’d been searching for and began pulling them from her bag. Setting them onto the floor beside her.

“Ambrose, where is everyone?” Sabrina leaned over her cousin and asked him.

“Two...angels…..took them.” Ambrose managed to groan out. Samara’s head shot up and stared in shock at the rest of the group.

“Angels?”

“Aren’t angels supposed to be nice?” Harvey’s questions broke through Samara’s shock.

“Have you ever actually read the Bible? Angels are the ones with fiery swords.” Samara bit out, double checking the vials beside her.

“Took them where, Ambrose? Do you know?” Sabrina pressed to her gasping cousin.

“I do, Miss.” Came an otherworldly voice of a little boy. Sabrina leapt up and rushed towards the figure.

“Quentin! What happened?”

“The angels, they tried to take me and the other ghost children to Heaven, but we ran and hid.” The boy walked towards Sabrina. Samara felt sorrow slash through her at the thought of these Angels trying to uproot the children from their home.

“Did he just say ghost children?” Harvey asked full of disbelief. Samara snorted.

“So where did the angels take the witches, darling? ‘Cause we need to help them.” Hilda’s distraught voice interrupted, her eyes filled with tears. Ambrose began choking again and Hilda’s attention was drawn towards him.

“Our desecrated church.”

“Our desecr- Why would they go there?” Sabrina asked in confusion.

“To convert them probably. That’s what they do. Convert then kill. They call it Cleansing.” Samara answered as she began pouring potions down Ambrose’s throat. Blood replenishing, pain numbing, energizing, plus others.

“Let’s go then!” Sabrina was filled with determination.

“No you can’t Miss. They found the Church from us. Sealed it with Holy Water and reconsecrated it. No witches can get in or out.” Quentin interrupted. Samara felt herself droop at his response. All those witches.

“Okay, well. It’s not safe for you or the other ghost children here. Go back to your graveyard and hide, okay?”

“Yes, Miss.” Quentin disappeared before their eyes, presumably to return home.

“Sabrina I’m gonna have to tend to Ambrose’s wounds, so- He’s still losing blood.” Aunt Hilda despaired. Samara growled and started pulling more vials from her bag. The group behind her began figuring out how they were going to break into the Church. Samara forced some more potions into Ambrose.

“I’ve already given him as much blood replenisher as I can for right now. He’ll have a reaction if I give him any more. Here, these 3 purple vials are it. If he’s still bleeding like he is in 15 minutes then give him another vial. Same thing 15 minutes after that. Yes?” Samara gave the instructions to her Aunt, feeling anger well within her that her potions weren’t working how she wanted them to. It must’ve been a blessed blade.

“Yes, my love. Thank Satan you brought your bag.” Aunt Hilda cradled her cheek in a bloodied hand, leaving behind streaks of blood on her pale skin. Samara heard her cousin storming out of the room, presumably to head to the desecrated church. She spun around and demanded Nick’s attention.

“Nicholas. Aunt Hilda will need help. Ambrose isn’t clotting, even with everything I’ve given him. I think it’s because the blade was blessed. Keep chanting and keep him breathing. I’ll figure something out when I get back.” Samara commanded and stood up, turning to leave the room. Nick leapt up and grabbed her arm.

“Whoa, we just went over that no witch can get in or out of the Church. What do you think you’re going to be able to do?”

“Over my dead body is Sabrina facing avenging fucking angels alone. I don’t care if I have to raze that bloody building to the ground myself. Nothing is going to happen to her.” Samara growled out, her eyes flashing with fury. Nick quickly recoiled at her tone. He also ripped his hand away from her skin, feeling like he was holding hellfire. Samara spun around and stalked out of the Academy.

Her trip to the Church was short but filled with violence. Unconsciously any bush, tree or leaf in her path burst into flames as she walked. She found herself before the now consecrated church and glared. She took a deep breath and walked forward with single-minded determination.

She reached the front door and felt like she’d hit a wall. Even though the doors were open, it felt like they were closed to her. Samara bared her teeth at the barrier and placed a hand against it. She felt it shudder at her mere touch and grinned a wicked smile. She dug her sharpened nails into the barrier and drug down. She felt as she managed to worm a sliver of a hold into the shield. Her grin grew at the small success and began channelling all of her energy, power and focus into creating a rip just big enough to fit through. Her Shadows swarmed around her, lending her extra energy as she expended hers. She felt herself begin to waver, her strength waning. She grit her teeth, solidified her spine and continued to pull and push and rip and rend. She felt a scream build in her chest as her magic threatened to fail. She released it with a haunting wail as blood began to drip from her nose. Finally, she could tell the hole she’d made was just big enough for her.

Samara rested her hands against the still standing parts of the barrier, panting as she recollected herself. She finally squirmed her way through the barrier. She flicked the loose hair out of her face and used the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her nose. She squared her shoulders, straightened her spine and marched towards the internal doors of the Church.

Samara stood in the doorway of the room as she watched Sabrina fall to the ground, arrow-riddled and a thorn crown upon her head. She remained silent as she took in the scene before her.

The mere observer would’ve kneeled before her as they saw the fury within her eyes. Her dark hair flowed from her shoulders, her chin held high and set in determination. The glint of hellfire that shone in her eyes. The unholy shadows that danced around and caressed her. The coven that trembled before her would always picture this when her name was mentioned.

“Samara Spellman! As your cousin was forsaken, there is still a chance for you! Kneel before the Lord and repent!” Jerry shouted, his arms raised before him. A crossbow held in one hand. Samara raised an eyebrow in response, feeling as though something otherworldly was influencing her.

“You dare come into my Community. You dare push your beliefs onto us. You dare slaughter innocent Witches in our Church of worship! I promise you, angel, you will come to regret what you have done. You will live the pain you have caused. You will not know peace for as long as I walk this Universe!” Samara’s voice echoed around the church with promise. The witches shuddered at the truth that rang through it. The male angel sneered at the tiny fearsome witch before him.

“Then you will meet an end like your Coven.” With quick movements he sent an arrow soaring through the air where it found its home in Samara’s abdomen. She looked down at it, prepared to approach the angel who shot her, when a blow from behind caused her to fall to her knees beside Sabrina. The dagger buried in her back was blessed. She could tell from the molten burning it riddled her with. A scream burst forth as a thorn crown was also placed upon her head. A second arrow flew and buried itself in her chest.

“When you have died, know this Earth was cleansed from an aura of Darkness such as yours.” The man spat before her and turned towards the rest of the witches. Samara fell to her hands as blood spilled from her lips. She looked upon her cousin’s face and rested a hand on her cheek. She could feel as the end approached. She could feel and see her Shadows fluttering about, waiting for direction. She bowed her head and rested it on Sabrina’s, eyes closed as she struggled for another breath.

When she was about to give up, fight leaving her, she felt it. The same presence that had accosted her at her Dark Baptism. The same thing that filled her and blinded her when Blackwood touched her in his office. She felt as it’s fury licked up her spine, the worry it clenched in her belly, the determination it set in her jaw. She felt as it shared its own breath with her. She felt as it shared its own power with her. She felt herself smile at the gifts it was bestowing upon her and sent it a short prayer of thanks.

Her eyes snapped open to stare at her cousin’s still face. Everything was hazed in gold and blue. She felt raw power coursing through her veins. She placed her lips upon her cousin’s cooling forehead and whispered against the skin.

“It’s not your time to leave, my Sword. Rise and finish them.” The words danced upon the girl’s skin. Samara watched as Sabrina’s eyes snapped open, no color to be seen but a glowing white. Samara knew that if she could see her own they’d be glowing the blue of hellfire.

She watched as Sabrina rose into the air and extended her arms towards the angels. Samara stood below and behind her cousin as she continued.

“That’s enough. I offer you a chance to survive the night. Convert, Hunters.” Her voice was not her own. Filled with the power and strength she now possessed, it sounded like dozens of voices combined to one. With a wave of her arms the angels were forced to kneel.

“Take Lucifer Morningstar into your hearts, and I promise you mercy. But you must say His prayer. O’Mighty Dark Lord, by whom all things are set afire….” She waited for them to repeat her.

“Never.” Samara glared as the man spat. She felt satisfaction fill her at the shocked gasps and awe as Sabrina’s hand became fire.

“Say the prayer! It’s your one chance. Come on! Say it with me or you’ll burn in Hellfire.” Sabrina warned. Samara had a dark wicked smile curl on her face as she saw the angels’ resolution crumble and they began to repeat her cousin.

“O’Might Dark Lord, by whom all things are set afire. Thy power be thy path. Thy will be my desire. In Hell as it is on Earth. Praise Satan!” The prayer was finished with horror and fear fixed on the angels’ faces. Samara clapped and laughed.

“Well done. But my, how quickly you turn on your False God.” Samara drawled as she slowly walked towards the kneeling angels.

“Neither one of you is a witch. What are you?” The man breathed in fear.

“I am the Dark Lord’s Sword!” With Sabrina’s declaration she caught them up in Hellfire. Samara grinned at the action as the witches around them shrieked in fear. Samara glanced at the dead witch on the floor with her throat slit.

“Arise, Sister!” Samara shouted, her hands extended towards the fallen woman. The witches around her jumped as the dead woman gasped and began to sit up.

“Arise, Brother!” Samara did the same to the man laid on the floor, his throat slit too. Again those around him jumped as he sat up.

Sabrina floated down to join Samara on the floor, both their eyes still glowing. They clasped hands as the other got closer.

“‘Brina? ‘Mara?” Came the shocked voice of Harvey behind them. Both girls tilted their heads as one to look at the mortal behind.

#caos #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar x oc #lucifer morningstar x ofc #lucifer morningstar #dark lord x reader #dark lord x oc #dark lord #ofc #oc #spellman #sabrina #hilda #zelda #ambrose #nick #scratch #still hate tagging

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Episode 2 liveblog

Omg it’s Lucy the kid that Lilith rescued! Noooooo her mother was killed! No Lucy stay away from the scary dude!!!! Noooooo

Yellow wallpaper room. Loving that reference. Also the two failure of dates from Sabrina. I’ve been there girl, I have so been there

Roz’s cunning to the rescue with making sure harvey doesn’t get his heart ripped out by the Uninvited. But like the guy’s feet are putting me off my empanadas.

Lilith not into this caliban marriage at all even before Lucifer mentions the threat to her child. But when he says caliban looks good shirtless Lilith is literally like wtf ew no I do not want to look at that clay abomination shirtless you big creep freak.

And then we cut to mary and Michelle’s voice is so different. Amazing actress. But omg mary is well in with the Blackwood lot, laying out flyers and being called a sister. And mary knows about the eldritch terrors now??? And accepts it??? Mary and Agatha are church sisters now?

All Hilda wants is a nice small wedding with everyone dressed as movie monsters, love it love it. But omg so much sisterly arguments over it is so perfect I love it. Hilda to Zelda: ‘Which you will not commandeer, SPELLMAN’

Omg Lilith just turning up at the door I’m dying. And then immediately figures out there are two Sabrinas. I love her so much! She’s perfect. And I love this whole conversation between her and Sabrina; it’s how I wish the whole fucking series would be. These two constantly pairing up and Lilith being essentially the third aunt. This series’ version of Vesta

I love that Sabrina S thinks a way to break up caliban and Sabrina M Is to wax lyrical about Hecate

Prudence deliberately tormenting Caliban is pure perfection.

Ah they have to exorcise Dr Cee’s incubus and the poor love is fucking terrified OMG IT JUMPED INTO FUCKING THEO. Although I’m laughing at Theo’s little shirt flick as he left

Roz going a wee bit phoebe halliwell in this episode

‘They are not monsters they are entities beyond comprehension’ eldritch terrors meaning big shit to come

Zelda to the boys; you had one job ONE. I need to make that gif because iconic! Also her refusal to stop her Hilda’s wedding even for the terrors is also iconic

Omg Theo possessed by the incubus and getting grabby with Robin. I can’t look!

Mary trying her teach skills with the Uninvited. My god woman you’re going down the wrong path!!! Adam would be a wee bit horrified. And so was mary when Blackwood got Agatha to bring a tongue.

Wait caliban has something in a box. Has he gelded himself????? Omg clay balls

Mary: where did you get that tongue? You know for someone who condemned witches and other stuff she’s being pretty accepting of all this bullshit

Also they should have gone with Lilith’s plan just to kill Caliban. For so many reasons.

Omg Richard is making me laugh at the way he’s looking so expectantly at the uninvited

Wait no EWWWWWWWWW no Faustus!

Hilda looks gorgeous!!!! And Hilda giving the most realistic love talk haha like there’s nothing wrong with being alone or single and why want to rush to a relationship but enjoy the fun and the process

And now mary is bathing a terror. Woman what are you doing?

And because they cleans up the uninvited Sabrina and Nick didn’t know to invite him on pfft

Is that a different actress playing Gryla??? No I love Heather. I’m presuming it’s because she was having her baby

Sabrina’s speech is starting to sound like Holt when he just went ‘PAIIIIIIIN’ omg Sabrina is so drunk on gin I’m legit dying at this it’s perfect. We’ve all known one of the moments

And Hilda being like ‘please make it stop’ omg Sabrina is knocking over shit and freaking Zelda dragging her off the stage

Omg I’m loving mambo marie dancing to the band. I’m loving what she’s wearing. Actually I’m loving EVERYONE’s clothes

I am not getting enough Lilith in these episodes. I feel we’re getting a wee bit more mary instead possibly to balance out part 3

Oh no Theo and the incubus! Omg it’s body jumping!! It’s in Melvin!! No it’s in the Terror! And wow he just outright devoured the incubus

Stranger reveal thyself. Zelda you badass

Omg HE KILLED DORIAN!!!!!!!!!???????

Can’t believe Hilda’s beautiful wedding has been fucking crashed

Omg Hilda put her hand up to speak to the uninvited. She’s adorable. But now Sabrina taking the uninvited to Hell and then leavin LILITH TO LOOK AFTER HIM?????

Lilith is so very much the third aunt

Omg i did burst out laughing at Lucifer bursting in on the two Sabrinas and being like ‘why am I seeing double?’.

Ooh even he’s afraid of the terrors.

I do love sabrina M’s wedding dress too, all the red and the lace.

Omg Sabrina S has proposed to the Uninvited. Why do I now feel bad for him knowing he’s being tricked??? It feels so harsh so harsh so harsh

Ewwwww he did kiss her ewwwww ewwww. He looks so enamoured of her. He wants to carry her across the threshold. Omg I hate it why do I feel bad for him????????? He said you’ve broken my heart!!!!!! Owwwwwwwwwwwwww

Also Lilith’s dress for the wedding is amazing

Aaaaah Hilda got to have her horror movie themed wedding and Zelda is in a witch costume. And Sabrina is dressed as the Archie comics Sabrina!!

I loved their personal vows; so sweet! It even made Zelda cry! ‘For Hecate’s sake just kiss the man!’

#caos p4 spoilers #CAOS p4 liveblog

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gayce-ventura · 4 years

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Through Sickness and Health

Prompt given to me by @honeybee-babe (I found that kids website btw!) Cross posted to AO3

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There was something wrong with Robin. Theo couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew something was wrong. The taller boy would barely talk to anyone at school, picked at his food without really eating, and shied away from Theo’s affection. This all made the smaller boy scared. Was Robin having regrets on his decision to leave his family? Was he pulling away from Theo to ease the breakup? The boy didn’t know, but he was going to get to the bottom of this.

When the boyfriends got home, the first thing Robin did was run upstairs to their room and shut the door. Theo frowned, the walk home went fairly ok. Robin responded softly every now and then, and he held his boyfriend's hand loosely. Sighing, the smaller boy dropped his backpack by the door and made his way upstairs.

His bedroom door didn't budge when Theo went to open it, letting him know Robin had locked it. Frowning heavily, the smaller boy put his ear to the door, listening to what his boyfriend was doing. He could hear Robin coughing, sniffling, and sneezing. Was his boyfriend sick? Was that what was going on? No, Theo thought to himself, Robin would have told him, wouldn’t he?

“Robin, are you ok?” Theo asked through the door.

He could hear the taller boy shuffle something around. “I’m fine Theo, could you just...give me some space?” He asked.

Theo felt a sharp pain coming from his chest. “Oh...ok yea. That’s...that’s fine, I can do that.”

The last thing the smaller boy heard from the room was a sad sigh, and he made his way downstairs. He wasn’t going to cry. He told himself that he wouldn’t, but the pain in his chest kept growing. He sat down on the couch, and the tears fell. Hugging a pillow to his chest, he grabbed his phone and called Roz.

After the third ring, the girl picked up. “Hey Theo, what’s going on?”

The boy sniffled, trying to keep his tears at bay. “Roz, can I come over?”

“Oh honey, of course! What’s wrong?” Concern dripped from her voice.

“Can I just tell you when I get there?” Theo asked.

Quickly agreeing, the friends hung up. The boy went to put his shoes on, and as he opened the door, he heard steps coming down the stairs. Panicked that Robin would see him crying, the smaller boy rushed out the door, slamming it in the process. Without looking back to his house, he made the trek to Roz’s place.

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Roz threw open her door when she saw Theo walk up her driveway. Theo had gotten ahold of his emotions, but that strength left him as he was enveloped in his friend's hug. Tears streaming down his face, Roz escorted the boy into her home, and sat him down on her couch. The girl rushed up to her room, grabbing her comforter, and ran back down the stairs. She wrapped up Theo in the blanket, and then her arms.

“Alright honey, tell me why you’re so broken up.” The girl said softly.

Theo took a minute to control his emotions. Wiping his eyes, he told her everything. How Robin was acting at school, how he was acting the past few days, and lastly, how he acted when they got home. By the end of his story, he was heaving from trying to keep his emotions in check. Roz, on the other hand, was absolutely livid. No one treated her boy like this. But she had to control her emotions, because Theo needed her.

The small boy sniffled. “Is he going to break up with me Roz?”

Roz smiled sadly and hugged her friend tightly. “I don’t know honey. I don’t want to tell you wrong, and make you sadder or get your hopes up. I think you just need to talk to him.”

Theo sighed sadly. “I know, but I don’t want to go back tonight.”

Roz looked at the clock on her wall, it was already 7pm. Roz looked back to Theo and smiled softly. “It’s late, and it’s Friday night. Why don’t you call your dad and ask if you can stay the night? My dad’s out of town this weekend, so he wouldn’t care.”

Theo smiled softly and nodded. After getting the ok from his dad, the two friends tried to lighten the situation. For the rest of the night, they watched movies and gossiped. Roz tried to keep Theo’s mind off of his boyfriend, but she knew he was always in the back of the boy’s mind. She could tell by the sadness in his eyes when she left the room. She knew that she couldn’t do much to help the boy, but for now, she could keep him smiling.

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Saturday rolled around quickly, and soon enough, Theo had to leave to go home. Roz saw him off with an order to call her if anything happened, good or bad. He agreed, and made his way back to his house. When he got to his front porch, he saw his dad’s truck was gone. Sighing, he opened his front door and kicked off his shoes. Turning around, shock ran through his body. He had expected Robin to be upstairs, but the boy was lying on the couch asleep, with his shirt off and a blanket by his feet.

Theo sighed quietly and sat down on the couch. He frowned when he noticed sweat covering his boyfriend’s body. He placed his hand on Robin’s chest, only to jerk it back to his body. His boyfriend was burning up! Running into the kitchen, he yanked open the freezer and grabbed two cold packs. Rushing back to the living room, Theo placed one cold pack on Robin’s chest, and one behind his head. The packs made Robin jerk awake, but he quickly sighed at the cool feeling on his hot skin.

Robin glanced up at his boyfriend, and smiled shyly. “Hi Theo.”

The smaller boy frowned at his boyfriend. “Is this why you’ve been acting weird lately. Because you’re sick?”

Robin nodded slightly, and Theo sighed. “Why didn’t you just tell me Robin?

“I didn’t want you to worry.” His voice was horse as he answered his boyfriend.

Theo scoffed. “Do you know how you made me feel? Robin you made me cry my eyes out yesterday! I thought you were going to break up with me!” He yelled at his boyfriend, who flinched at his tone. “Communication is the key to a healthy relationship Robin! You can’t do this to me!”

By the end of his rant, the smaller boy was once more shedding tears. Robin sighed sadly and sat up slowly, wrapping his arms around his smaller boyfriend. He apologized immensely, and spoke sweet words into Theo’s ear to calm him down. After a few minutes of quiet crying from the smaller boy, he finally got a hold of his emotions, and sniffled.

“I forgive you Robin, but please don't do this to me again.” He said into Robin’s chest.

The taller boy nodded, and went to speak up, but got cut off by a round of vicious coughs. Theo laid his boyfriend back onto the couch and put the cold packs back on his body. Robin was shaking and absolutely burning up. His breaths were coming out in gasps, and the coughing continued. Theo didn’t know what to do. His boyfriend was a Hobgoblin, and Theo doubted that human remedies would help him.

“Robin, do you know what will help you?” The smaller boy asked concerned.

The Hobgoblin shook his head. “No, normally when I got sick, Circe would say a spell, touch my arm, and I would be better.”

Theo frowned and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s head. He grabbed his phone and called Sabrina, hoping she would answer. She picked up almost immediately. “Theo? What’s up?”

“Sabrina, Robin’s sick and I don’t know how to help him.” He said in a panic.

“Alright Theo, hold on, I’ll be right over!” With that, she hung up.

Not even 5 minutes later, Sabrina showed up on his doorstep. Rushing into the living room, she was quickly followed by her aunt Hilda. Hilda let out a small ‘oh no’ when she caught sight of Robin, and rushed to his side. The boy had fallen asleep, but was tossing and turning on the couch. Hilda touched his forehead and let out a gasp.

“Oh, this is not good. He is very sick.” She said worried.

Theo frowned, “Can you help him Hilda?”

The older witch pursed her lips and nodded. “I do believe so, but we’ll have to act quickly. Hobgoblins can’t take human medicine, so I’ll need you and Sabrina to grab a few things from my greenhouse.

Sabrina and Theo nodded. Hilda gave them a list of herbs they needed to grab, and off they went. Sabrina went to grab Elderberry syrup and Echinacea root, while Theo grabbed a jar of dragons blood and bandages. Once they had the ingredients, they quickly made their way back to Theo’s house. Hilda had placed new cold packs onto Robin’s body, and had set up a mortar bowl.

Hilda quickly took the ingredients from the two friends and placed them into the mortar. She ground them all up into a paste and spread a heap of the mixture onto the bandages. She then placed one bandage onto Robin’s head, one on each of his legs, and one on his stomach. Once she was done, she turned to the two younger friends.

“I’ve done all I can. Now we wait.” She said with a small smile.

It took four hours for any signs of improvement. Hilda had to leave, but Sabrina stayed with Theo. Over the hours, Sabrina had called in the fright club, and Harvey and Roz showed up. They couldn’t bear to see Theo in this much pain. The first sign of improvements were Robin’s fever breaking. His breathing returned to almost normal, and the sweat dried from his body.

Theo held his boyfriend's hand the entire time, and noticed the fever break. The fright club shared an excited smile when Theo told them, and the mood in the room shifted. From then on out, it was smiles and giggles. Theo was so glad that he had his friends there to help him. He would probably be an absolute mess without them.

A few hours later, Robin opened his eyes. The friends were watching a movie, so Theo only noticed when his boyfriend squeezed his hand. Whipping his head over to look at the taller boy, Theo saw a small smile on his lips. Jumping up from his spot on the floor, the smaller boy grabbed the Hobgoblins face and gave him a firm kiss.

Sometime during the kiss, the movie paused. His friends walked into the kitchen to give the boyfriends some alone time. Pulling back from the kiss, Theo rested his forehead on Robin’s. “Don’t you ever do this to me again, you hear me.” He giggled out.

Robin smiled widely and nodded. “I promise Theo. I’m sorry, and it won't happen again.” And with that, Robin gave his boyfriend another long, sweet kiss.

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Okay so we all know who your top ships are... who are your unpopular ships? Or obscure ships? What characters from what series do you think about often in either good or bad ways? Who is a character that you hate that others love? If you could rewrite a story or part of a book, what would it be and what would you do differently?

Ok I am digging through my brain right now bc if I’m not able to hyperfixate on something then I tend to forget I even liked it. Ok buckle in bc this is gonna be long af. YOU ASKED FOR THIS, REG.

I’m putting a readmore so as not to torture my followers lol

Thinking about Veronica Mars. About Veronica/Logan. Do they have a ship name?? But I love that show and i was THERE for them. They were kind of a surprise ship for me, in that when they got together I was like, wait, WHAT? Like I was totally caught off guard. But there first kiss is, like, sooo romantic to me haha. It’s my fave scene in the show. But Logan is suck a prick sometimes. And they break up like every five minutes. And every season Logan gets accused of murder which of course he ends up not being the murderer. And they get back together eventually and I’m like really? But deep down I am rooting for them lol. I really enjoyed the new season of Veronica Mars that came out last year, actually. The ending made me SO SAD THO.

I also used to watch Supergirl and I thought Kara and Mon-El were adorable. He was very Carswell Thorne-esque, RH, I *think* you would like him. I never watched past season 3(?) though, and he shoots off into space and I never caught up so a few months ago I actually googled what happens and [spoiler] he ends up marrying someone else in the future or something so I was like, ok I’m not investing any more time in this show lol. (Also I had to google Mon-El’s name just now bc i forgot which is a bad look BUT I WAS REALLY RIDE OR DIE FOR THEM FOR A WHILE lol). Also I loved Martian Manhunter in this show, he was my favorite character. But the CGI for him was awful, omg. He had practical makeup at first, they should have just stuck with that.

Speaking of Martian Manhunter, I also used to watch Young Justice and loved Miss Martian/Superboy. Am I basic??? lol oop. But I love basic love stories. Anyway, I thought they were super cute. In season 3 though they’re kind of on the rocks. I haven’t watched season 4. I also loved Artemis/Wally West, but of course that had to end tragically.

Also, let’s talk about Nightcrawler. Allow me to set the scene. Little Kat is 13 and just rediscovered the cartoon she saw a few times as a kid called X-Men: Evolution. And thus, a weird obsession with the German, blue demon boy began. I loved Kurt Wagner. In the cartoon he starts a relationship with Amanda Sefton and I thought they were a-dor-a-ble. She accepted him for who he was, and they had a really nice healthy relationship. A lot of ppl shipped him with Kitty too which i am honestly all for idec I JUST WANT THE BLUE BOI TO BE HAPPY.

Can we talk about A:TLA too??? Like, obviously Zutara, amiright? Power couple. Like, Kataang is.. fine, but its probably my least favorite part about the ending, haha. Also, consider: Tokka. Toph is bae and can get anyone she wants, and she clearly had kind of a crush on Sokka and I think they could have been awesome. It actually kills me that they never say who Lin and Suyin’s father is in LoK. I had a whole theory that it was that kid The Duke from Jet’s band based on like 2 scenes from the series. There’s a tumblr post I made about it somewhere in the ether lol.

I also just remembered Tahnorra (Tahno/Korra) from Legend of Korra. It’s hard for me to explain this one. It’s a weird combination of being hyperfixated on the first season of the show when it came out, and I think I stumbled upon some fic or something???? And I thought Tahno was hot or something??? And FUN FACT, he was voice by Rami Malek BEFORE HE WAS COOL. So like before Rami really got big I knew who he was. He also basically played the Avatar in Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 and I thought that connection was hilarious. It was kind of a problematic crack pairing but there was one author in particular whom i follow to this day hoping she’ll update her Tahnorra fics…. *sigh*

Okay one last ship…. I used to be ride or die for Outlaw Queen in Once Upon a Time (aka Regina/Robin Hood). Like, before TLC, I had a personal tumblr renaissance for that ship alone. My only existing published fanfic is for that ship. Taylor Swift’s 1989 came out that year and I related every dang song to that ship. I loved Regina so much and I just wanted her to be happy. That show is a dumpster fire, though, and spat all over my hopes and dreams. *sigh*

Also, lightning round for obscure pairings I ship and/or never talk about:

Frank Castle/Karen Page (The Punisher) ok this one isnt that obscure but I never talk about it… but the pining, oh god the pining

Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth (GoT) THEIR 5 SECONDS TOGETHER ARE THE ONLY WORTHY PART OF SEASON 8. everything after that never happened

I already listed Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye (FMAB) as a top pairing previously but I feel the need to mention it again bc it was for real my OG OTP… LIKE U WANNA TALK ABOUT PINING…. *sobs*

Percy/Annabeth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) This used to be my fave book series and i loved how their relationship developed over the course of the books

Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter) ok can we TALK ABOUT THIS??? They were both badass misfits and they were perfect for each other. But noooo JKR has to announce they marry some nobodies…. this is the only change the last movie did right

Midna/Link (Zelda: Twilight Princess) I honestly have no explanation for this lol

Qui-gon Jinn and Shmi (Star Wars) CAN U IMAGINE if anakin had a proper father figure and didnt have to abandon his mother to slavery

Obi-wan/Satine…. (Star Wars: The clone Wars) we know whats up

OK, to answer some of your other questions: character I hate that others love. HMMMM…….

This one seems too easy/obvious but Professor Snape? Like obviously there’s already a ton of discourse surrounding this but he was gross, mistreated his students for years, committed atrocities, couldn’t get over his high school crush, and we’re supposed to believe he’s a hero in the end and HARRY WOULD NAME HIS SON AFTER HIM….. uh no. “Always” is gross.

I’ve literally been wracking my brain for days and I can’t think of any more characters for this. OK I did some googling and I remembered some LOL.

Ross from friends…. I literally can’t stand him. He’s so entitled and just the worst. He tries to act like he’s the nice, sensitive guy, but really he is so full of himself. Joey on the other hand is portrayed as a womanizer but is actually super sweet and I love him

Archie from Riverdale… I have only seen the first 1.5 seasons ish but he is the worst…. we’re supposed to believe he’s some easygoing musically gifted football player but instead he manages to pull off being bland as heck and actually kind of a terrible garbage person

Nick from chilling adventures of Sabrina. I hate characters that are like hitting on the main character even though she has a bf and are like dark and broody and sexy blah blah blah…. I liked Harvey way better. I never finished season 2 tho

Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time? Idk she was fine she just got old after a while

If you could rewrite a story or part of a book, what would it be and what would you do differently?

HM. First, Harry would name his son Remus Rebeus Potter LOL. Ok but real talk there was a headcanon floating around forever ago that Harry should have become a professor at Hogwarts instead of an auror and I am 100% on board

Ok, ok….. what abouuuttt…… OK, is star wars when Han and Leia get together. I like them as a couple, but the entire first half of the movie Han is being such an ass. And when they kiss the first time, he’s being SOOO creepy. It’s like so quintessentially 80s romance. and HERE’S THE THING. They actually filmed (or maybe just wrote?) a version of that scene that WASNT CREEPY. And i’m like WHY DIDNT YOU USE THAT?!? So I like to pretend that’s the version that actually happened.

This part is way harder than the shipping portion. If I think of anything else i’l dm you. I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS NOVEL LENGTH POST OF ME RAMBLING ABOUT MY FIXATIONS OVER THE LAST 10 YEARS. If anyone actually read this far, you deserve a cup of hot chocolate and a blanket

#regolithheart #ask #answered

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lost-n-stereo · 5 years

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A/N: Nabrina Prompt #18 “Did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

and I keep waiting (but I won’t say I’m waiting)

They say time heals all wounds.

That would be great if she wasn’t practically immortal, in an odd limbo where her body is barely changing but her friends are growing up and moving on.

You would think that it would hurt less as the days go by, since it’s been nearly two years since Nick sacrificed himself for the greater good and Lilith took him to hell. Except, he didn’t sacrifice himself for the greater good, he sacrificed himself for her. And that makes it a hell of a lot tougher to let go.

The first few months were the worst, when it was still fresh, always there in the back of her mind that he was possibly suffering in hell because of her. She took solace in Lilith’s promise to watch over him but it didn’t keep her from imagining horrible scenarios of torture and pain.

The Fright Club met often, dreaming up ways to go into hell to rescue Nick. They plotted ways to get Lucifer out of his body, searched tomes and spell books for clues or incantations, but always came up just a little too short.

Things changed within their friend group gradually over the last two years of mortal high school. Theo started dating a sweet girl from Riverdale and started spending less time with them. Roz and Harvey took a break in their junior year, in which time Sabrina and Harvey gave it another shot. They soon realized their mistake, that their love was one based in their past, and it wasn’t long before Harvey and Roz were back together for good.

Sabrina wasn’t waiting for Nick, exactly, but she always had him in the back of her mind. And always in her heart. She went on dates with nice boys, mortal and warlock alike, but never felt the connection she’d had with him.

“Tell me again why I decided to go to school all the way across the state,” Roz says, her voice pulling Sabrina out of her mind and back into the room her best friend is currently packing up.

“Because it’s fun and exciting,” Sabrina says, shaking off her inner monologue, as she grabs a pink stuffed bunny off of Roz’s nightstand. “Are you taking Mr. Wiggles with you?”

Roz laughs. “I’m eighteen now. Do I really need to bring my childhood toys with me to college?” She nibbles on her bottom lip and both girls speak at the same time.

“Yes.”

Sabrina giggles and sets the bunny on an already packed suitcase. “I think he’ll fit right in. Are the boys still meeting us at the diner before you head out?”

“Yeah, Theo said they would meet us around five.”

It’s been a summer full of the four of them, which isn’t to say it’s been much different than every summer since before she could remember.

Summer always comes with an expiration date. The days are long and warm, afternoons spent in Sweetwater River playing and splashing around with the kids from across the water and nights spent at bonfires and house parties. Fall is always a surprise no matter how much you’re prepared for it. She used to wait all summer long for autumn to hit. It meant her favorite season, her birthday and all the fun witchy holidays that she loved so much.

Now it’s just a reminder that high school is over and everyone is going their separate ways.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be all alone here for awhile,” Sabrina says wistfully. “Greendale won’t be the same without you guys.”

Roz stops packing, drops the dress she was holding into the open suitcase in front of her without folding it, and curls up on her bed with Sabrina. “You have so many responsibilities at the academy, time is going to fly by and before you know it, it’ll be Christmas break.”

“Winter solstice,” Sabrina amends and they both laugh. “You’re right. I’m just going to miss you all so much.”

They hug and Roz gives a watery laugh as she pulls away. “Okay, no more crying. We’re going to go have fun and we won’t be saying goodbye tonight. Just a ‘see you soon’.”

Sabrina nods and stands, wiping the corner of her eye with her thumb. “You’re right. Let’s get you packed up. You’ve got a long car ride ahead of you in the morning.”

*** The sun is shining high and bright when she wakes up the next day.

A look at her bedside clock tells her that it’s after nine, which means Roz and Harvey are already on the road and headed to their new school. Sabrina wasn’t surprised when Harvey told her months ago that he was applying to the same school as his girlfriend. Their relationship was built to last and it made her happy knowing they would have each other living so far from home. Theo wasn’t going far, only a short two hour drive away, so Sabrina knew she’d see him more often than the others.

She tried not to think about how she was losing her mortal friends to the real world. Instead, she decided to focus her attention to her non-mortal side and all of the people she still had here at home.

When Father Blackwood took off the Church of Night was left with only a handful of people, not many students at all. But with Aunt Zelda becoming High Priestess it brought forth a whole new group of witches and warlocks that were eager to study under her new leadership.

“Sabrina!”

Speaking of Aunt Zelda…

“I’m up!” She calls, popping up out of bed refreshed and ready to begin the next chapter of her life. Salem meows from his window perch and Sabrina smiles, scratches him on the head behind his ears the way she knows he likes. “You may not be a real cat, Salem. But you sure do purr like one.”

Twenty minutes later they are on their way to the academy, with Aunt Hilda and Ambrose in tow. Rebuilding the Church of Night was a family effort, one that Sabrina has not yet lived full time because of her dedication to finishing mortal high school. Now, she can not only help her family in their quest to make the church one that is wholly inclusive and thriving, but she can finish her dark arts studies without having to juggle her mortal ones.

“Conjuring today, eh Sabrina?” Ambrose asks as they walk through the doors of Gehenna Station. After passing all of her general courses last semester she’s finally able, and more than ready, to start her conjuring training.

In reality, she doesn’t need schooling or classes or spells, even. Learning you’re the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, with power most witches and warlocks can only imagine, was difficult to come to terms with. She decided that she wouldn’t use those powers unless absolutely necessary and instead sticks to the magic used by everyone else.

“I’m excited,” she says as they pass the new sculpture in the center of the room, Lilith in her true form, beauty and power emanating from the carved stone. “Conjuring was always Nick’s favorite...”

Ambrose frowns when he sees Sabrina’s face fall. “I’m sorry, cousin. I know it doesn’t get any easier. But one day, maybe…”

“It’s a big maybe, Ambrose,” she says sadly. “Plus, there’s no use thinking about it constantly. Thinking about it changes nothing. I’m going to focus on what is happening in the here and now.”

“Good on you, Sabrina.” Aunt Zelda steps up beside her and looks up at the statue of Lilith. “I’m sure the Queen of Hell is watching over your young warlock as we speak. She knows how important he was to you.”

“Is,” Sabrina corrects gently. “How important he is to me.”

***

August turns into September and then into October with little fanfare.

She keeps in touch with Harvey, Roz and Theo over group chats and Skype sessions. There are tentative plans for Halloween, also known as her birthday, but she knows there are no guarantees when it comes to long distance friendships. They have mortal responsibilities that she just doesn’t have any more.

Besides, even if her eighteenth birthday is spent with just her aunties and Ambrose, it will still be fun.

“I love this weather,” Sabrina says to Ambrose as they walk through the woods on their way home from the academy. “The sky looks like it could crack open at any time. I can’t wait for the rain to begin.”

“Agree completely, cousin. All feels right in the world when it’s dark and gloomy.”

Sabrina kicks a small rock out of the way of the path with the toe of her boot. “How’s Prudence? Have you spoken with her?”

Ambrose shrugs and offers a small smile. “Still on the hunt for her father, o’course. I wish I could be out there with her but…”

“But Aunt Zelda needed you,” Sabrina finishes for him and he nods.

“She’s a strong girl, that one. I know she’ll find him and when she does…I’ll be there to help take him down.”

It’s been strange being at the academy without Prudence, especially considering two thirds of the Weird Sisters are still attending students. Dorcas and Agatha have been unlikely friends, although Sabrina thinks sometimes it’s her heritage they admire in her and not her personality.

Still, it’s nice to have friends.

“So what’s the big plan for your birthday this year, cuz? Your friends making the trip?”

Sabrina sighs. “I’m honestly not sure. They are so busy with school and the distance is a lot. I’m hopeful but won’t be disappointed if they can’t make it.”

“Very mature of you,” he says with a grin and she smacks him on the arm.

“Well I am almost an adult.”

Ambrose snorts, winds his arm through Sabrina’s and leads her towards their house.

“Trust me, cousin. You’re nowhere near an adult. Now your 118th birthday? That’s when the real fun begins.”

***

A knock on the front door wakes her up at 12:03 am on October 31st.

“Can’t even get a good night’s sleep the night before my birthday,” she mumbles as she climbs out of bed, slipping into a robe and a pair of slippers to save her bare feet from the cold wood floor.

No one else in the house woke up to the knock, which surprises her not at all. Her family sleeps like the dead most of the time and the knock isn’t particularly loud or demanding. In fact, she’s shocked that she heard it at all.

It doesn’t occur to her to maybe be wary of a knock sounding at midnight. There could be an untold number of dangers awaiting her on the other side but she doesn’t feel fearful at all.

Nothing can prepare her for what’s actually on the other side of the door.

“Happy Birthday, Spellman.”

Sabrina’s breath catches in her throat and she’s scared this is some kind of trick. An evil manipulation, perhaps, although she has no current enemies that she can think of. Except Lucifer, obviously, but he’s supposed to be in hell. In Nick. Except…

“Nicholas?”

“Hello, Sabrina.”

He looks exactly the same as when she last saw him, except his eyes aren’t red with the devil inside. There are no marks or blemishes on his skin, no visible signs of torture like she was afraid of.

“How…? What…?”

Nick chuckles softly. “Two very excellent questions. Sabrina…”

Her name is barely out of his mouth when she flings herself at him, her hands coming up to touch his hair, his face, his shoulders. He’s so solid and strong and real.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” she says, relishing the feel of his arms around her waist. “I don’t know how this is possible but I almost don’t care.”

“Lilith,” he whispers. “She found a way to contain him in Hell. I can explain it all to you but right now…”

His fingers card through her hair and she smiles against his lips when he presses them to hers.

“Your hair is longer,” he says when they pull apart. His eyes are intense when he looks down at her and she blushes.

“What?”

“Did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are? Because the memory of them has kept me sane for the last two years and now, looking into them…it’s like a dream come true.”

Her blood warms at his confession. “Nicholas.”

He kisses her again and she can feel in that single moment the amount of love and devotion that he has for her. Nothing that’s ever happened in her life thus far feels like this.

“I know we have a lot to talk about,” he says, his eyes downcast. “So much happened before I left and I know how angry you must be with me.”

Sabrina shakes her head, puts her hand on his cheek so he’s forced to look at her. “I was angry, Nick. But I also missed you terribly. And I know why you did what you did. It doesn’t make it easier or excuse it but I do understand.”

“I’m so sorry, Spellman.” He practically collapses into her when he hugs her again and she can actually feel the wave of exhaustion roll off of him. “I promise to make it up to you.”

“Stay here tonight,” she whispers. “Come with me.”

She holds her hand out and he takes it, bringing it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

There is a piece of parchment on her bed that wasn’t there before. She turns it over in her hands to see a simple line etched in black ink.

Happy Birthday Sabrina. I told you I’d take good care of him.

“What is that?” Nick asks, coming around behind her to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“A birthday present from Lilith,” she says as she leans back into him.

“The parchment?”

Sabrina laughs, turns around in his arms and brings his head down for a kiss. “No, silly. It was you.”

***

She wakes up hours later to her aunts’ surprised voices.

“Nicholas? What are you doing here?!”

“And in Sabrina’s bed, no less!”

“Aunties,” she says, pulling her blanket up around her and Nick. “I’m eighteen and my boyfriend just escaped hell. Can you cut me a little bit of a break?”

Hilda mumbles something about baking a cake and Zelda eyes Nick carefully.

“We’ll expect a full report of how exactly you’re back,” she says and Nick nods earnestly. “Well then, have a good morning you two.”

Ambrose passes by the doorway as Zelda is leaving. “Happy birthday, cousin.” He does a double take when he sees Nick. “Nicholas, good to have you back, friend.”

Nick laughs when the door closes again. “Your family is something else, Spellman.”

She turns so they are lying face to face. “I still can’t believe you’re here. In the flesh, lying next to me right now. I thought this day would never come.”

“Not me,” he says seriously. “Every single day I had to be away was just one day closer to being with you again.”

Sabrina sighs happily and lets him pull her body flush with his so he can kiss her. “Nick…what would you have done if I had, you know, moved on?”

“Cried.” They both laugh and he drops feather light kisses to her nose, then her cheeks and forehead. “It wouldn’t have mattered. As long as you’re safe and happy, that’s all I care about. You’re all I care about.”

He snuggles closer to her and kisses the top of her head.

“It would have really fucking sucked though.”

Sabrina laughs out loud, pulls him so he has to brace himself on both hands over her.

“Good thing for you the other boys I dated were so bland.”

Nick kisses her, presses his body down on hers a bit before sitting up with a start.

“Wait…what other boys?”

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What do u think of the season in general?

what i thought of the season ?? sweet baby jesus lemme TELL U

i loved it sooo much. i really really love that the season had an even theme and i loved every single episode ( except for doctor cerebrus’ house of horror, that i only liked bc it was like an hour of hypothetics yknow ). i wish that they had focused a little more on sabrina’s feelings for nick because it felt a little one sided at times, and i wish that they would have given a little more depth to roz and harvey’s relationship.

i especially adored episodes that focused on sabrina’s relationships, mainly lupercalia. it was so nice to see more of the witch lore, see development for nick, and see her relationship to roz and nick deepen and gain more texture, that was super nice. then on blackwood,,, blackwood was a Trip, but seeing the Spellmans in conflict was super interesting. we were so used to seeing them always working as a unit, or at times ambrose and sabrina’s aunties being a unit on raising sabrina, it was interesting to see these other sides of him where sabrina is the voice of reason, zelda is the stubborn one that doesn’t want to listen, ambrose being moody and hilda trying to keep the house functioning. that was super interesting and i just wish it had been resolved before leviathan’s untimely death :/

about lupercalia, i adored the costumes and i loooved nick and sabrina in it from the start. they just have such great chemistry and they look so good together and their characters just compliment each other SO well. plus, gavin is an amazing actor and i loved watching him shine during this episode.

another episode i really really loved was the mandrake. godd kiernan was SO good in that episode ! she was so great playing mandrake!sabrina and i loved that they put old wardrobe pieces on her, while the og sabrina had her new black and red leathery wardrobe on. i loved nick’s role in it and i love that he was a key point in her discovering the truth about miss wardwell. another thing i really loved was theo and mandrake!sabrina’s scene -- theo SCHOOLED her ok ?? and i loved the formation of the fright club ( well, the mortal side of the fright club ) when theo woke up on the mandrake first and freed them, then roz explained what was really going on and harvey was,, there.

speaking of harvey, they reeeally need to give him something to do bc he is literally the only powerless character on the show. doctor cee is possessed, dorian grey is dorian goddamn grey, roz has her cunning, theo can communicate with his aunt dorothea ( and perhaps more spirits ? ), ambrose is an amazing warlock TA, hilda and zelda are powerful and super smart witches whose personalities compliment each other, the weird sisters are The Weird Sisters, nick is the greatest conjurer since edward spellman aka one of the strongest warlocks ever, sabrina was given her powers by LILITH HERSELF and she is also part SATANS DAUGHTER as well as part EDWARD SPELLMAN’S daughter so she is literally the most powerful witch Ever, and heavens, even mortal!wardwell has more play than harvey because she is the unofficial town historian, so she knows all about the witches in greendale and can at least help the fright club with research. meanwhile what does harvey have going for him ? his gun and the mine maps he steals from his dad ? give the boy something to do !! you’re wasting a perfectly good ross lynch !!

and now let’s talk about nick. i know that there’s really no valid reason for him to betray sabrina like he did, but i understand why he did what the dark lord asked. he is an orphan and his only parental figures were a werewolf and blackwood. blackwood also had a hand in raising the weird sisters, and look at how deep and non-faltering their faith in the dark lord is. they’d do anything for him, even if he doesn’t directly ask them to ( see feast of feasts -- the three of them would love to be queen of the feast to honor him ) and that is what nick grew up with/around. so when he gets access to edward spellman’s texts, it sends him and his faith for a loop. there’s this new figure that is just so opposed to what he has been taught, of course he becomes a big fan. he starts believing in his word and it changes him, but what does he do when the dark lord himself shows up and simply asks him to keep sabrina en route to the path of night, it’s obviously hard for him to refuse because opposing to an ideal is one thing, but opposing to such a powerful and dark force face to face is something else entirely. however, he never asked him to fall in love with her, nor did he ask him to spend so much time with her, and mainly, he didn’t ask him to break so many rules and traditions for her. plus, the fact that nick went against witch law and against every tradition in the book for her despite knowing he was being watched by the dark lord only heightens how much he knew he was risking. i just don’t think nick had any idea of how far that simple request really went, i think he just pushed it to the back of his mind after he fell in love with her.

ambrose and prudence have soooo much potential and it will be very interesting to see how the weird sisters act when they are separated, as well as seeing the church of lilith rise with our queen zelda as high priestess and the queen of hell lilith as their main deity.

now on to the ending,,, god oh GOD. i can’t. first of all, everyone looked SO good and i can’t BELIEVE harvey deigned himself to cast a spell on someone. the musical number was gorgeous and i love everyone’s voices, i also love luke cook’s face and i think he did a great job in the role he was given. i wanted nick and sabrina to make it out of the season safe and sound SO bad but alas,,, that had to happen. it really goes to show how much he truly is willing to risk for the girl he loves. plus that shot of madam satan carrying him into hell was STUNNING ok

i squealed when i heard sabrina say “let’s go to hell and get my boyfriend back”. i really love that her friends ( mainly roz and theo ) are willing to support her in all of these crazy supernatural missions and i realy appreciate that harvey is beginning to dip his toes into all of this magic stuff with the three of them.

i would really, really love it if they are able to get back nick because he is such an amazing love interest for sabrina and he is a very fun character, not to mention a male character that i need to see more of ! ( also, i want gavin to stay on because he kills the role and he deserves all the notoriety !! ) also, i want to see lucifer wreak more havoc because who else is gonna be the villian, then ?

overall, i really liked this season and i liked it better than the last one. i wish they would’ve focused more on sabrina’s side of her relationship with nick and that they had used that cerebrus’ episode better, and i really really want to see sabrina and the weird sisters become real friends, and maybe they could include roz in their friendship. i can’t WAIT for part three.

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