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Sex Pollen

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Harvey Kinkle x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1317

Warnings: SMUT

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary: Harvey came in contact with an odd flower and now he's incredibly horny. You're the only one that can help.

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I was sitting at home working on some spells that we went over in class when my phone rang. I looked at the ID to see Sabrina was calling. I sighed and rolled my eyes, debating whether to pick up, but something told me I should. I answered with a sigh and waited for her to speak. 

“Y/N? I need your help.” She said, making me roll my eyes. 

“With?” I asked, checking out my nails. 

“Harvey, see we were walking through the forest and there was this flower that I’ve never seen before and we looked at it, but it blew something at him, and well…” 

“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?” I hissed into the phone. 

“Nothing, but um… He needs your help. Can you just get to his house as fast as possible, please?” She asked and I sighed. I hung up before mumbling the teleportation spell. I was in Harvey’s room and he was in a t-shirt and boxers with his cock straining. I turned to see Sabrina blushing and looking at me with guilty eyes. 

“What the fuck?” I asked and she bit her lip. 

“Listen, that flower blew some indigo powder at him and now he’s like this… I don’t know wha-” 

“Indigo powder? Are you fucking kidding me!?” I shouted and she shrunk into herself. 

“You know what it is?” She asked. 

“Sex pollen. He needs to have sex as soon as possible or he’ll die.” I said, already stripping my shirt off. 

“Oh… uh… well I’ll just… um…” Sabrina stuttered as she headed for the door. 

“Leave.” I glared at her and she quickly ran out of the house. 

“Y/N…” Harvey moaned, reaching for me. 

“I’m here baby, you’ll be just fine.” I said. Completely stripping and sitting on the bed. Harvey quickly ripped the rest of his clothes off and pulled me to him. He kissed me roughly and flipped us so my back was against the mattress. His lips moved over him and bit down on my lower lip. I gasped and he wasted no time pushing in tongue into my mouth. His hands quickly traveled down my body, feeling his way over each curve and settling one on my breast. He tweaked one of my nipples as his other hand kneaded my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. Harvey settled himself between my legs, his hard cock nestled against my stomach as he rutted against me. He grunted as I bit his lip, thrusting against my pussy, making me arch my back. He slipped his hand between our bodies and glided his fingers between my lips. He moaned when he felt how wet I was, using some to rub my clit. I arched my back, my hips thrust as he rubbed my clit harshly. 

“Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.” He said, looking down as he pushed two fingers inside. His thumb stayed on my clit. His fingers made me moan loudly, gripping the sheets. He lazily pumped his fingers, his thumb was really doing all the work. I could feel an orgasm building quickly, my hips thrusting against him. 

“Oh fuck, Harv, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. I felt the cord snap as I moaned loudly, cumming around his fingers. He let me ride it out before pulling his fingers out and popping them into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he licked them clean. 

“Fuck you taste amazing…” He growled. He gripped his cock, lining himself up with my pussy. 

“I need you now.” He said, slowly pushing inside, making me gasp. 

“Fuck you’re tight.” He groaned. I gripped his biceps, my nails digging into his skin. I relaxed as best I could with him pushing inside me. The sweat was almost pouring off him now and his pupils were so dilated that they looked completely black. His temperature was so hot and I was worried I was too late. Sabrina should have called me as soon as he got hit! God, she’s so stupid! He needed to cum now or things would turn back. 

“Harvey.” I whined, moving my hips. 

“Move, please. Just use me, baby, I can take it.” I said. 

“No. I don’t wanna use you. You deserve better.” He said and I smiled slightly. 

“I know baby, but you need to cum soon or things aren’t gonna end well. So I need you to use me, babe, please.” I begged, wrapping my fingers in his hair and gently tugging. 

“Fuck me, Harvey, fuck me nice and hard.” I said. His eyes glazed over and his brow furrowed with determination. He gripped my hips, tossing my legs over his. He thrust into me violently, making me scream. He was fucking me at a punishing pace, driven only by his need to cum. The pollen was taking over and all I could do was hold on for dear life. I could feel another orgasm building as his cock hit my G-spot over and over again. Without taking his dick out, he flipped me over and started fucking me from behind. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as gasping breaths left my mouth. I tried my best to keep my hips up as he fucked me into the mattress. 

“Oh yes, baby! Fuck!” I cried, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. This new position had me seeing fucking stars. He was so deep inside that each thrust brought me closer to my orgasm. 

“Harvey!” I screamed as I was pushed over the edge. My pussy fluttered around him, making his thrusts stuttered. He pushed all the way inside me as he came, screaming my name. He kept thrusting, cumming more than a normal mortal could. The pollen made the person so horny that they’d cum at least ten times the amount they normally would. It was making a mess as it flowed out of my very stuffed pussy and onto his mattress. 

Once Harvey was finally done we each stayed still as we tried to regain our breathing. He slowly pulled out, a squelching noise coming from my pussy as we both groaned. More cum dripped out of my already sore hole. I fell onto the mattress, my legs twitching a bit and my arms sprawled above my head. Havey lay next to me, breathing heavily. Once I thought I could move again, I shifted onto my side and faced my boyfriend. 

“Feel better?” I asked. 

“Yeah… Thanks, baby. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked and I smiled. 

“No, I’m alright. A nice hot bath and maybe a potion I’ll be all good.” I said. He pulled me into his chest and placed a loving kiss on my head. 

“What were you doing in the forest anyway?” I asked and he sighed. 

“‘Brina said she needed help looking for some ingredients for her Aunts, and asked if I could help.” He answered and I rolled my eyes. 

“And you just touched a random flower you’ve never seen before?” I asked, he blushed slightly. 

“I thought it was something you witches use…” He said and I giggled. 

“Next time, we don’t touch strange flowers without asking a witch who actually knows what she’s doing.” I said and he smiled. 

“Okay, next time I’ll ask you.” He said and I pecked his lips. 

“Good.” I laid on his chest. 

“Now we’ll relax for a bit and if the symptoms start up again then we’ll go for round two.” I said and his eyes widened. 

“What?” He asked and I laughed. 

“I don’t know how much you were exposed to, you could need to go for like ten rounds for all I know.” I said and he groaned. 

“I hate magic…” He mumbled and I laughed.

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[1-800-imagines]

Sober (Nick Scratch Imagine)

contains spoilers for end of season 2 / season 3

You knew how terrible it was for Nick being in Hell with Lucifer inside of him. You didn’t blame him for doing drugs and drowning himself in alcohol when he got back. That was a pretty valid response to trauma, especially what he had gone through.

But, it just kept getting worse and you were worried. You always had feelings for Nick but had never told him, but now he was back and really struggling. You had walked in on the sex demons whipping him and your heart sank, but instead of running, you just walked in.

“Out.” You said to them. “Now.” You were firm with your voice. They hissed and walked out of the room when Nick waved them off. Your face fell, “Oh Nicky, I didn’t know it was this bad.” You walked close to him.

He was sat down, looking pitiful and ashamed, “I’m sorry. I-“

“No, don’t be sorry. You’re obviously in emotional pain.” You ran a hand on his cheek, “Let me help you, let me take care of you.”

He nodded and leaned into you so his head was on your stomach. You ran your hand through his hair and the other one along his back which had welts all over it. “Up, let’s go. I got you.” You said softly. You didn’t want to stop hugging him and he didn’t either. He was so broken inside, how had you not seen it? How had anyone not seen it?

You released your grasp on him and pulled away which caused him to almost whine. You put your hand out so you could hold his hand. You needed to get him back to the Academy.

When you got there, you laid him down and grabbed a cold wash cloth to put on his forehead, “You have to detox and it’s going to be a bitch. Okay?”

He nodded weakly. The withdrawals were already starting since he had taken so many drugs. This wasn’t going to be an easy job but you were determined to do it for the man you were in love with.

But, it just kept getting worse and you were worried. You always had feelings for Nick but had never told him, but now he was back and really struggling. You had walked in on the sex demons whipping him and your heart sank, but instead of running, you just walked in.

“Out.” You said to them. “Now.” You were firm with your voice. They hissed and walked out of the room when Nick waved them off. Your face fell, “Oh Nicky, I didn’t know it was this bad.” You walked close to him.

He was sat down, looking pitiful and ashamed, “I’m sorry. I-“

“No, don’t be sorry. You’re obviously in emotional pain.” You ran a hand on his cheek, “Let me help you, let me take care of you.”

He nodded and leaned into you so his head was on your stomach. You ran your hand through his hair and the other one along his back which had welts all over it. “Up, let’s go. I got you.” You said softly. You didn’t want to stop hugging him and he didn’t either. He was so broken inside, how had you not seen it? How had anyone not seen it?

You released your grasp on him and pulled away which caused him to almost whine. You put your hand out so you could hold his hand. You needed to get him back to the Academy.

When you got there, you laid him down and grabbed a cold wash cloth to put on his forehead, “You have to detox and it’s going to be a bitch. Okay?”

He nodded weakly. The withdrawals were already starting since he had taken so many drugs. This wasn’t going to be an easy job but you were determined to do it for the man you were in love with.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine visiting Spellman Mortuary to make funeral arrangements. You realize the Spellman’s aren’t exactly normal and come to find out you’re more alike than you’d have ever thought.

GIF Credit: Account Deactivated 

Gen Fic X Reader

Standing outside of Baxter High, you await the arrival of one Sabrina Spellman. And in the dreary town of Greendale, she isn't all that hard to miss given she's always wearing something in the color of vibrant red.

When you finally spot her, she's arm in arm with her boyfriend Harvey Kinkle. They're talking to one another, laughing, and you almost feel bad when you step in their path. "Hi. Sorry to bother you guys, but can I have a moment of your time, Sabrina?"

The blonde girl grins and nods, and Harvey excuses himself with a smile after telling his girlfriend he'll wait for her inside. "So what can I help you with?" Sabrina then asks.

"Hi," you sheepishly mumble again. "Uh, my name is Y/N and I'm sorry to ambush you at school, but I have a question about Spellman Mortuary."

"Oh. Okay, shoot."

"Do you guys take walk-ins? Or am I going to have to schedule an appointment? The hospital has been giving me the run-around and took forever to release my mother's body to me since I'm her last of kin, and I finally signed the papers last night. I need to make arrangements for her as soon as possible."

"I'm so sorry for your loss," Sabrina tells you. "And to be truthful, my aunts don't usually take walk-ins, but if you call and explain your situation I'm sure they'll make an exception for today after school."

"Yeah. I'll give them a call." Reaching into your back pocket, you pull free your cell. "Can you program the number?"

Sabrina smiles as she takes the phone, she then programming it. Once finished, she hands it back to you. "There you go. My aunts are usually reading the paper right about now, so you can call before classes start. Once again, I'm really sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." Sabrina takes her leave and you're left staring down at your phone. A minute passes, then two, and you finally tap on the number to dial.

Holding the phone to your ear, you listen as it rings on the other end before someone answers. "Spellman Mortuary. Hilda speaking."

"Hi, Hilda," you say. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I was wondering if there was a chance I could be penciled in for a visit today? You see, the thing is my mother passed last week. As I'm her only kin and not exactly an adult just quite yet, the hospital wouldn't release her body to me until last night and I need to make arrangements for her as soon as possible. And I might also be wondering if you guys have any payment arrangements?"

"Oh you poor dear. You come in after school and we'll get you squared away."

You heave a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much Ms. Spellman. Now one last question, do you do pick-ups or should I find away to have my mother's body moved to your place?"

"Don't you worry about a thing, dear. All I need you to do is call the hospital as soon as we hang up and inform them we'll be picking up your mother. We'll take care of her and I'll see you after school."

"Sounds good. Once again, thank you so much."

"So precious," she coos. "I am deeply sorry for your loss. See you soon, dearie."

After hanging up with Hilda Spellman, you quickly make a phone call to the hospital to inform them that someone from Spellman Mortuary would be there sometime during the morning or afternoon to pick up your mother. They take note of it and the phone call ends just as the school’s first warning bell rings.

The day was going to be a long one.

After school you make the drive out to Spellman Mortuary. The Spellman's work out of their own home, which isn't too hard to find, and you park next to the cemetery. Climbing out, you then walk up the small pathway to their front porch. And there, sitting on the railing, is a dark skinned guy wearing a thin housecoat atop a purple shirt and even darker purple pants. He has a laptop balancing on one knee and when he spots you he smiles brightly as he lowers the lid of his computer.

"Well aren't you just a darling little witch."

You stumble to a halt, eyes wide. "How'd you know?"

His smile falters and his head tilts as he scrutinizes you. "What?"

"What?"

"You said-"

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't!"

"Ambrose, please stop harassing our client." The guy's attention on you falters and you exhale, unaware you had been holding your breath. The rather beautiful red-headed woman who's delicately smoking a cigarette nods at you. "Come along, Miss Y/L/N. My sister Hilda has prepared some tea as we figure out the arrangements for your mother."

"Thank you, Miss Spellman." Your gaze darts back to the one who's apparently named Ambrose and he smiles at you before giving up and going back to whatever he was doing on his laptop. You finally climb up the porch stairs, flashing Ambrose a tight smile as you pass him.

The Spellman home is as old fashioned as you guessed it was just by it's appearance outside, but it's a beautiful home nonetheless. You're seated at the kitchen table and Hilda Spellman, a plump blonde woman, fusses over you as her sister Zelda goes through the nitty gritty details of the services for your mother before her burial and the burial itself. You answer any and all questions they have, and even get a bit personal with them as Hilda doles out the steaming tea. Through it all, you take a look around their kitchen and one of their shelving units catches your attention. Because while it seems normal, the jars and vials are corked and labeled in such a familiar manner that it has you wondering about the Spellman family.

"Now if you just sign here and here, you'll be done and Ambrose can get started on your mother right away."

You take the paper from Hilda and sign your name, you then passing it back gently. As she pushes your cup of tea back at you, you finish it off and set it gently back on the table. Then as you sit there gathering your thoughts, you realize you've been a little too calm given you've been speaking about your dead mother and going over the details of what was to happen to her body and organs.

The cup is pushed back in front of you, steaming with fresh tea. Without thought you pick it up.. and then pause as the rim of the cup touches your lips. Blowing gently on it, you take a moment to subtly inhale the tea's scent. And sure enough, you notice a subtle hint of ginger.

Ginger, plus all the labeled jars of ingredients that you know aren't used for cooking, can only mean one thing. Witch.

But seeing as they've not harmed you, and have only given you an apparent calming draught without your consent, you decide to not open that can of worms. At least not yet.

The following morning you awaken to the noise of glass and furniture breaking downstairs. The noise of destruction can only mean one thing and you scramble out of bed before you can be caught off guard once again. Just as you're pulling on your jeans, your bedroom door is exploded open. Debris hits you, even as you shield your face from the most of it, and you're thrown through the door of your closet by an unseen force.

Throwing your hands up in front of your face projects a shimmering shield, and energy blasts slam against it. You whimper in pain and watch as a red demon with black tribal markings all over his face and exposed flesh shimmers into existence only a few feet away from you. "Where's that wretched witch of a mother of yours?"

"Screw.. you."

The demon tuts at you before waving his hand at you and your shield falters. Hand still held out, he quickly squeezes his hand into a fist and every muscle in your body seizes. You scream and the demon holds you under his power for nearly a minute. "I won't ask again, little witch."

"She's.. gone. She's gone!"

The demon squeezes his hand into a fist yet again and twists his wrist to the side, and your blood boils. You're screaming again, thrashing on the floor of your closet as you feel liquid start oozing from your eyes, nose, ears, and the corners of your mouth. Eventually he lets up and your body sags against the floor in relief. "I will find her and when I do I will make her watch as I flay you alive before I do the same to her. After I devour the organs of you and your mother, it will add to my power." The demon chuckles and waves his hand over you, and the tibia's in both your legs snap. You're screaming in agony as he says, "Don't go anywhere."

He stomps out of your room and you're left alone sobbing. There's more furniture breaking and doors being exploded open as he scours your home for your mother. You told him she was gone, but you didn't clarify exactly what gone meant so you're hoping he's searching for something you know he'll never find.

As the demon wreaks more havoc around your home, you quickly get yourself under control. You don't have enough time to heal yourself, so you manage to scoot yourself over to the back corner of your closet and grab a hold of your emergency to-go bag. Then forcing yourself to concentrate, you mutter the words of a hastily put together spell and hope it works. "Trouble comes, trouble goes. I need a place to lay low. Hide me now, hide me fast, hide me before my time comes to pass."

The room around you starts to go hazy and you close your eyes to keep from puking up your guts. Moments later glass shatters and you hear several gasps, and your eyes fly back open.

"Y/N?"

The entire Spellman family, with the exception of Sabrina, is sitting around their kitchen table enjoying breakfast and the morning newspaper. Crap. Why the Fates decided Spellman Mortuary was the perfect place for you to lay low is a bit obvious, but you're not exactly in the mood to explain yourself to them. Too bad things never go your way.

"Before I start explaining," you huff, holding your upper body weight up with your hands seeing as you're bleeding out all over their floor because of your broken legs, "I need someone to go burn my mother's organs. Now!"

Ambrose scrambles up from his seat, and Zelda and Hilda are cautious as they stand. "What's going on?" Zelda demands.

"There's a d-demon after us. More so my mother than I," you tell them. "My mother was a powerful witch and the devouring of her organs can give any demon a power up."

"Blasphemy!" Zelda spits.

"Oh dear," Hilda tuts.

"Yeah. So can someone please go torch her organs and possibly give me a helping hand here? He, uh, he did quite the number on me."

As Ambrose flees the room, Hilda immediately moves towards her shelving unit and starts pulling down vials. Zelda walks over to you and crouches as best as she can in her skirt, she then gesturing to your legs. "What he'd do?"

You shrug. "Broke them so I wouldn't move. I guess he forgot that my family was great at making up spells on the spot and left me alone as he went ransacking the place."

"So you made up a spell to bring you here?" Her eyebrow raises in question.

"Not necessarily. I made up a spell to whisk me away to safety and left it up to the Fates to decide where to stash me. Apparently they thought that safe place was here. I'm sorry for intruding."

"Oh, Satan, no." Zelda's eyes widen as she mockingly swoons, though you're nearly a hundred percent sure she's not doing it in a mocking manner and is just that dramatic. "The Fates? You're not a-"

"Child of the Night? No," you gulp. "You have your Dark Lord and I have my many Goddesses. I don't look down my nose on those you worship, so I'd appreciate it if you can do the same for me."

"Of course, dearie. A witch is a witch after all," Hilda says, bringing over a cup of what smells like tea. She hastily kneels and shoves the cup into your hands. "Now drink up. I added a little spice to speed up the healing."

"Thank you."

As you're drinking, Hilda and Zelda give you a look-over. Ambrose comes back into the kitchen, hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. He raises an eyebrow at you and squats at your side. "How did you know about us?"

"You're joking, right? If it weren't for the obvious witchy ingredients you have on display in plain sight, then the calming draught Hilda slipped into my tea when I was making arrangements for my mother was a dead giveaway." All eyes dart to Hilda and she sheepishly giggles. "Now if someone can please help me to a sofa, I need to concentrate on healing so I can get our of your hair and go ward my home from anymore demonic assholes breaking and entering." 

[stargazing-dreamer-girl]

Trust gone

Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Pairing: Ambrose Spellman x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of nudity, I guess

Requested: Yes - So this has been requested, but I can’t find the original request anywhere...

‘You should come over here right now!’

You reread the text Sabrina had sent you wondering what was so important that she would call you over in the middle of the night.

Getting out of your bed you replied that you were on your way and didn’t even bother to change. The only people who would see you were Sabrina and your boyfriend, Ambrose, maybe their Aunties, so you didn’t care.

Sliding on your sneakers you went on the five minute walk to the mortuary where you were greeted by Sabrina on the front porch.

“Sabrina, what is going on? Why did you have me come here at 2am?”

Sabrina felt uncomfortable under your demanding gaze. You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Nobody got you out of bed without a good reason. Nobody dared to.

“It’s about Ambrose!” She blurted out without any more explanation. The lack of information got you irritated. You raised your eyebrows questioningly.

“What about Ambrose? Come on, Sabrina, tell me! It’s cold and I’m tired and-“

“He’s having an orgy with Prudence and some others from the Academy.” She admitted.

It left you speechless. All color left your face. Sabrina wondered if she should have eased you into it more rather than just confronting you with that information, but you had to know! She loved her cousin, but she also loved you and you didn’t deserve this.

All the happy moments you had shared with Ambrose replayed in your mind. Weren’t you enough? Did you do anything that led him into the arms of other people?

You quickly shook these thoughts off.

If Ambrose decided to cheat on you, it wasn’t your fault. He was the one to make the decision to betray your trust. He was the one to lose someone who loved him with all they had.

Apparently, Ambrose wasn’t that person for you. He wasn’t the one who loved you unconditionally. He wasn’t the one who you should have put your trust in.

Error in judgement on your side.

“Where is he?”

“In his room. But, Y/N, I don’t think you should-“

“Don’t worry! I know what I’m doing.”

You walked past her into the house and up the stairs with confident steps. Sabrina didn’t mean to but she couldn’t resist following you to find out how the situation would play out.

You couldn’t believe the time you have wasted on the warlock who had been assuring you of his love again and again since the first time he had told you. All for nothing.

Opening the door to his room you realized how Sabrina might have thought that you shouldn’t see this, but you weren’t as innocent as you seemed to be.

Ambrose wasn’t even the first one to notice you.

“Y/N! What an honor!” You were greeted by Prudence who sat up with a smirk. She was surrounded by a bunch of naked people. You could make out her sisters, Ambrose, Nick and another guy you didn’t know.

By the mention of your name, Ambrose’s head jerked up. He turned to you with wide eyes.

Immediately he freed himself from the pile of people wearing nothing but his underwear which you were thankful for. Breaking up with him while he was completely naked would be really awkward.

You turned around and descended the stairs certain that Ambrose was following you.

“Y/N, I can explain!”

“There’s nothing to explain, Ambrose. You threw our relationship away to… I don’t know, fuck a bunch of people at the same time. I get it, dream come true for you, huh? I mean, I remember the time you asked me to be exclusive, but I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”

Ambrose was surprised, to be honest, that you were so calm. He would have expected screaming, crying, but not you casually talking about it. The words you said didn’t quite fit your calm voice which creeped him out. It was weird. Shouldn’t you be more hurt?

He was, anyway. The second he saw you standing in his doorway he regretted what he did, what he agreed to do. Willingly. How could it happen? He loved you. He was certain of that. Until this evening he had thought that nothing would ever come between you, that your love would surpass everything, but he was wrong. Tonight, he was the one that came between you and him and your love and happiness.

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I fucked up.” He wanted to go in for a hug, but you stopped him by holding out your hand in front of you.

“Prudence is Queen of the Feast, as you know. I couldn’t resist her will.”

You scoffed.

Of course! Of course he would play that card.

He still had a free will, whether the Queen of the Feast asked him to do something or not.

He could have said no.

He could have put your relationship over this.

He could have been faithful.

But he wasn’t. He didn’t.

Where were the promises that he had made you? Empty promises, apparently.

The things he whispered into your ear late at night didn’t seem to mean anything.

He kept trying to touch you, but you always avoided him.

“Ambrose. I can’t trust you after that. As much as I would want to. My trust in you is gone.”

“Please, Y/N! I’m so sorry. I will work on it. I will win your trust back. Just, please, don’t leave me. I’m so in love. I need you.”

You lifted your hand and gently touched his cheek seeing the despair in his face. He looked at you with so much hope in his eyes at your gesture.

“But I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone who goes behind my back and breaks my heart.”

You let go of him and turned to the door.

You knew your worth. And Ambrose wasn’t worth your time nor your tears. Not after what he did.

“I hope it was worth it.” You added over your shoulder before stepping out the door.

Ambrose wanted to follow you. He wanted it so badly, but he knew. He knew that there was no way you would listen to him now, no way for you to take him back in this moment.

Be he would try. He would try to be better and win your trust back. He would do so until he took his last breath, he swore to himself. And hopefully, you would be by his side and he could look into his, so it would be the last thing he would see in this life.

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Can you do #3 with nick scratch please

Okie!

What I Needed

Nick Scratch x ReaderWord Count: 661

Nick was absolutely giddy at the idea of going to see what mortals call movies, and to be fair, so was I. It was Exciting to go do something that we had never done before, something that was different and new. The two of us walked up to the front of the cinema, and Nick, as chivalrous as he was, paid for both of our tickets. Of course, I complained about it, because I felt bad that he had to pay so much money. We grabbed each of us drinks from concessions, along with popcorn for the two of us to share. Nick stuck his arm out and I giggled, linking our arms together as we presented our tickets to the usher, who let us in. The theatre was already dark when we entered and we found some seats in the very back of the theatre. It was a horror movie, but honestly, it wasn’t even close to scary compared to the Weird Sisters. 

About halfway through the movie, my head was rested on Nick’s shoulder and his left arm was draped around my shoulders. I felt Nick’s other hand begin to creep its way to sit on my thigh, moving up and down, making me shudder slightly. I gave him a little look trying to tell him off, but he just gave a mischevious smile and crept his hand further. He always knew when I was lying to him because although the setting is inappropriate and I really shouldn’t, I wanted to so very badly. Nick always had this effect on me that never ceased to make me excited about what he could do.

I felt his hand trail further up my thigh and under my skirt. He ran his fingers over my clothed cunt, and I whimpered slightly. Nick grabbed my chin so that I was looking at him and whispered as not to be heard by the other movie-goers.

“Baby, you have to stay quiet or else we’re gonna get caught,” he said, grazing my clit through the thin, soaked through panties. I tried to focus on the movie but it was a futile attempt as Nick only furthered his actions by pulling my panties off. His fingers teased at my folds before one finger delved inside of me. I bit my lip so hard that I drew blood. My eyes couldn’t focus on anything that I was looking at on the screen as Nick’s middle finger pushed in and out of me, curling to hit that special spot inside of me. It was all I could take not to cry out as he slowed his speed and pushed a second finger inside of me. I reached out my hand and began to palm Nick through his pants. His jaw clenched, as we both focused on getting each other closer instead of our own orgasms in an attempt to keep quiet. 

 I freed Nick from this cloth confines and my hand went up and down Nick’s dick, twisting and coming up to brush over the tip with my thumb every time, as Nick added another finger inside of me and used the heel of his palm to grind into my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I let go, the familiar knot in my stomach untangling. My legs twitched and toes curled as I felt Nick’s own release on my hand. I took what mess was on my hand and cleaned it up. I relaxed back in my chair, not completely being able to see, as Nick went ahead and cleaned himself up. There was this air of love in the room, and I knew that all I really wanted was to be close to him. Once Nick got himself all the way clean, my head made its way to the same spot that it was before, and his arm wrapped around me tighter than before. It was soft and caring, exactly what I needed.

[honeysunned]

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Cursing

Here this goes even though literally no one asked.

He leaned against the wall, shoulder pressing into the wood with his arms folded over his chest as his brown eyes drank you in. His body buzzed, tingling with the after effects of the alcohol you had both consumed earlier that evening, something fruity still lingering on his breath. He watched as you hummed along to the music you’d put on as soon as you entered the apartment, completely oblivious to his hungry gaze as you danced around the spacious room.

Your bright orange floral dress billowed around you as you swayed your hips to the melody that filled the air, ends brushing along the floor, the color contrasting against your skin. It tied at the waist, crossing over at your stomach to allow so, neckline plunging with the slit showcasing a teasing view of your bare leg every now and then. You spun on your tippy toes, wild hair framed around your face and eyes sparkling as you stumbled a bit, laughing at yourself as you did so. Just then, one of your sleeves slid down your shoulder, fabric caressing the skin in a way that was Ross’ undoing.

He pushed himself to stand upright, approaching you as you spun again, reaching out to grab your hand. Your fingers clutched his as you spun into his awaiting arms, your chest colliding with his own. A tinkling laugh escaped your lips, and the brunette grinned down at you.

“I was wondering when you were going to join me. What were you doing?” you asked him, humming at the way his arms slid around your waist.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself a little too much. I didn’t wanna interrupt…”

“What changed your mind?”

His grin changed, eyes darkening in a way that had your heart skipping a beat.

“…I wanted in on the fun,” he replied, voice lowering just a tad.

You bit your lip to keep from grinning, failing miserably when he bent down to nip at the skin on your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, fingers pressing into his back as he curved you backwards, chest pressing against his even more. His lips ghosted up over your chin, your breath mingling together as he held his face a hair’s width away from your own. He began to sway to the beat of the music as the song changed, bringing you along for the ride.

You slid your hands from behind his back, trailing them around to land on his skin. The yellow floral shirt was barely buttoned, the top half of his chest exposed as it was sloppily tucked into his jeans. You drew patterns into his heated flesh, feeling his heart beat beneath your hand as you held his heated gaze.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you all night,” he confessed, his words making your heart flutter.

“…yeah?”

The same could be said for him. His messy brown hair practically had a mind of its own after your night out, glitter sparkling on his cheeks in the low lighting. His large hands dug into your waist as he pulled you closer, pinning your pelvis against his own.

“Mm,” he hummed his confirmation. “…and now I don’t wanna take my hands off of you.”

You swallowed, heat swirling in the pit of your stomach at his loaded confession, the meaning behind it all too clear. Neither of you broke eye contact as he took a step forward, backing you up towards the couch.

“…then don’t.”

You kept walking until the back of your legs grazed the large piece of furniture. Your eyes held his as you lowered yourself, his hands sliding from your waist to your shoulders to gently push you into a sitting position. His hand moved under your chin, fingers tilting your head up just the slightest. One of his knees came up to press down beside you into the couch, forcing you to lean back just a bit.

You reached up, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, hands pressing down into the base of his spine as he leaned over, lips covering your own in a heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth, one of his hands holding himself up while the other fumbled with the belt of your dress. A shudder passed through you when it slid down around your frame, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. You were quick to wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer and forcing a groan from in between his lips.

“Ross,” you breathed, feeling his hand dance down in between your legs, a finger slipping into the parted flesh there.

You hissed as he curved the digit inside of you, teeth nipping at the now exposed skin of your chest, lips wrapping around a lace covered nipple. A breathy moan escaped you when he added a second finger, hand working you in a way that had you squirming beneath him. Your nails dug into his shoulder, parted shirt slipping down his arm now as your other hand twisted into his dark locks.

He giggled into your neck, visibly enjoying how he had you falling apart underneath him. His thumb brushed over your clit, causing you to jerk, hips lifting just the slightest before his own pinned them down. Through an erotic haze, you were somehow able to undo his jeans, slipping your hand beneath the fabric and wrapping your fingers around him. Now, it was his turn to hiss, and you grinned, delightfully surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Fuck,” he breathed into your neck, hips bucking against your hand.

He seemed determined to get you off first, though, fingers twisting and thumb circling in a way that sent you tumbling over the edge with his teeth gently digging into your neck. Your legs shook around him, hand stilling for a moment as you contracted around his fingers, Ross leaning back just the slightest to watch you come undone.

When you finally came down from your high, Ross had completely removed his shirt, reaching down to tug his pants off, removing your hand from around him in the process. You whined in protest, moving to sit up when he pressed his mouth against yours, teeth biting at your lips. You sighed into him, reaching for him again when he pushed you back down. His jeans landed on the floor, and he reached for your underwear, sliding them down your legs with a crooked grin.

“I don’t wanna come in your hand, babe,” he started, helping you fully remove your dress and bra, eyes boring into your own as he did so. “…I wanna come inside of you.”

His words resonated with you, a shudder traveling down your spine. You reached for him as he moved to hover over you, firm hand wrapping around your ankle and curving your leg around his waist. A broken moan filled the air when he entered you, sliding inside of you with ease.

He moaned too, eyes fluttering closed, his eyelashes kissing his glittering cheeks. His pink lips parted slightly as he stilled, relishing in the feel of you wrapped around him, and a shudder noticeably passed through him as he fought to keep himself from collapsing on top of you. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, and you involuntarily clenched around him, causing him to let out a hiss.

He started to move, hips almost dancing against yours as he thrust into you. The chain of his necklace dangled above you as it hung from his neck, and you leaned up to brush your lips against him, teeth grazing the skin there. The room was filled with the sound of your moans as Ross fucked you into the couch, the occasional swear leaving his lips, the soft sound of his labored breathing filling your ears.

His hands trailed down your naked body, fingers digging into your back as he pulled you up against him, naked chest brushing against his own. Sweat coated your frames, fingers sliding along his back and shoulders as he brought you closer to your second orgasm of the night. Your legs had tangled around his, making it hard to discern where one ended and the other began.

His name tumbled from your lips, clenching around him, a sign that you were close. He tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you with him as he leaned back, pelvis pushing up against yours. You wrapped your own arms around his neck, hanging onto him as his lips pressed against whatever skin he could reach, head tilted up to nip under your jaw.

You pulled your head back then to gaze at him, jaw clenched with his brown hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were fluttering open and closed, body wracked with pleasure, and when he opened his mouth again, a moan fell from his lips, a beautiful sound, and you saw stars.

He came with you, the feel of you tightening around him pushing him over the edge, arms trembling as he held you up against him. His name flew from your lips again and again, and when you finally came to, still shaking in his arms, you were on your back again, Ross pressed down against you. He was leaving lingering kisses on your warm skin, lips making their way back up to your face.

He looked down at you, your eyes sparkling with the afterglow of sex, hair even wilder than it was before. Your naked chest was heaving, skin glistening in the moonlight that bled through the balcony windows. He was spent, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up, and take you to bed. That’s where you both would fall asleep in each other’s arms before waking up in the early morning, no doubt, for another round, but instead he lay there, eyes roaming over your features, unable to take them off of you.

[sizzy-ling]

i can’t stress enough how much i appreciate just how soft the boys in tcaos are!! they are just so gentle, all of them! and (mostly) with no ulterior motive!!! 

[mostlyghoestly]

This is what they mean | Ambrose Spellman

Disclaimer: obviously I don’t own Ambrose or you sooo... I planned on this being full of Angst

Also Female! Reader.

This is what they mean when they say you shouldn’t fall in love with a mortal. Ambrose and yourself met seventy-seven years ago, two years before his house boundment. What two years that was for both of you.

You both fell in love with each other, spending every second of the day next to one another scared of losing each other. Ambrose kept you safe.

In those two years you didn’t know of Ambrose being a warlock. So, when one day Ambrose disappeared into thin air you had no idea why and where he could be. He disappeared the day you had to tell him something important.

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“How are they? Are they well?” It’s been three years since Ambrose has been locked up in the Spellman’s mortuary and two years since he found out he had a son. A beautiful son, that was a beautiful combination of Ambrose and yourself.

“They are very well Ambrose, look at your boy!” Helga squealed , handing him pictures of the two of you walking or doing errands. His aunties would always give him updates on his favorite two people, always bringing him many pictures.

“Maybe if you didn’t blow up the Vatican, you’d be with your mortal and half-breed.” Zelda sips her tea staring into Ambrose���s sad eyes.

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“How are they? Are they alright?” It’s has been 10 years since he found out he had a son.

“My dear Ambrose, they look absolutely splendid!” Helga, as always, says excitedly. This child was family after all.

He looked at the pictures and noticed how your face was getting older but you still looked young. You looked carefree and concerned, by now you would be thirty-one years old. He loved you very much.

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“How are they? Are they okay?” He repeated that statement for what seemed for the millionth time, it’s now been 12 years. Only sixty-two more years left and then he could be with his love.

“Ambrose, Dear, she wasn’t out with your son. “

“Oh, so she was out by herself again? She’s a excellent mother, she deserves a break-“

Helga cut off Ambrose by throwing the pictures onto the table. Each picture showed a man and yourself, smiling, his arm around you. Ambrose choked, eyes brimming with tears and a feeling brewing in his stomach. Jealousy. He wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. You were still young and beautiful, you deserved to be happy but it hurt. It hurt to know another man was by his kid, it hurt to know that he wasn’t the one to make you smile. He grabbed the scissors and cut out the man from the pictures.

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“How are they? Are they alright?”

“Yes, my dear. Your son, might I say had grown into a very handsome half-breed.”

You were now in your forties and his son, in his early twenties. Helga was right, his son was indeed handsome. He had to thank you for that, obviously the kid got his looks from you. He was a charming young man, who he knew was a warlock because ever since his sixteenth birthday a snake would always be around him.

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“How are they?-“ His head shot to the not-so mysterious man In-front of him. “Oh you’re not Helga.” No, he was not Helga but his own son.

“You’re -you’re him! You’re actually alive!” His son’s eyes grew wide as he pointed a shaky finger at Ambrose.

“Never thought I was dead, who might you think I am?” Ambrose tired to play dumb.

“My father! You’re my father!” He exclaimed, stepping closer to Ambrose.

“I think you’re mistaken, i’ve never had kids. Now, what are you here for?” Ambrose could only hope it’s not what he think it is.

“Look!” The adult shoved a photo of Ambrose and yourself towards Ambrose. “So stop messing around dammit.” He breathed in deeply and then his face fell. “I’m here to make funeral arrangements.”

Ambrose’s heart dropped, his hands got sweaty and he started to studder. “I- is it f-for her?” His eyes started to burn from tears that wouldn’t come out.

“Yes.”

“How did she.. How did she..?”

“How did she die? She was at the grocery store and a robber was there.. and I guess you can guess the rest.” He said staring sadly at his shoes.

“I can- I can bring her back!” Ambrose exclaimed.

“Dad.. Can I call you that? Anyways, she’s done her time on earth and we both know it’s going to hurt us more when she dies of old age. “

“But, you can’t mean that..”

“Dad, stop.”

“I HAVENT GOT TO SPEAK TO HER FOR YEARS BECAUSE IM BOUNDED TO THIS HOUSE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY WITH NOT BRINGING HER BACK.” Ambrose screamed at his son, dropping to his knees, crying.

“And you don’t think I want to? Trust me father I do, I want to bring back the only women that’s been there for me.” His son pulled him into a hug, letting memories of their favorite girl pass through their minds.

[sprinklesandsugarcubes]

By Fang Or Blood: Behind The Scenes

I’m not going to lie guys, this is probably the most excited I’ve been about writing something in a good, long while. I’m still finishing up a few of the ongoing projects I already have, and I’m prepping for some Christmas goodies, but this one right here is going to be my main ‘work in progress’ baby for a while. That being said, I thought there were a few things that those of you interested in reading By Fang Or Blood, might like to know!

Non-Canon/Alternate Universe Aspects:

This is a Crossover piece between The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Riverdale. Because of that, canon events will shuffle around or be altered. There will also be an addition of each fandom/show’s influences to the other.

Supernatural!AU Riverdale- So, for this story, the world of Riverdale is going to be a bit different than what you might be used to. I know there was talk of a Riverdale/Sabrina crossover, but I’m really unsure if we’re going to get that now. Even if we did, it wouldn’t be like this!

Some characters will be of Supernatural heritage. Not all, but definitely some.

This might make some characters a bit OOC, considering they will be the same character but with a major life change. 

NSFW/Age of Consent- I am choosing to base Riverdale/Greendale in the state of New York. According to multiple sources, the age of consent in the state of New York is seventeen (17). That being said, I am personally not comfortable with writing NSFW scenes for characters who are below the age of eighteen (18). Because of this, a few things will be changing.

Ages/School Year: Riverdale “Kid” characters will be entering their Senior year of high school, and will all be almost eighteen, or eighteen. 

I will NOT be detailing any NSFW scenes between characters who are not of age. I just won’t. Please don’t ask me to.

Supernatural Aspects

There will be many references to ‘supernatural’ or ‘magical’ aspects in this piece of fiction. Creatures, magic, abilities, etc. 

All mentions of these aspects will come from previous experience with other fandoms that contain them, as well as information from the internet. And my lovely friend Google.

That means there is plenty of room for error and false information.

Important!: Please keep in mind, this is a work of pure fiction. It’s for fun, it’s for fantasy, it’s to have fun with readers and to let reality go for a while. If you have any concerns with the information that is used in the story, please feel free to contact me. I am more than willing to discuss it with you. Anything I use in this story is in no way meant to offend or harm others. 

I am aware there are practicing witches/warlocks/magic users, and those who follow a Wiccan or Pagan lifestyle. I am also aware that I have zero experience with any of these. You have all of my respect. If I somehow misuse information that I have found, and it concerns you, please send me a message! I would rather correct a mistake than continue to offend anyone. 

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina show the beloved characters of Sabrina in a much darker light, right from the start. This means that a darker side to the supernatural will more than likely be explored here. Please review all warnings when listed at the beginning of chapters, and on the story summary/masterlist page.

Original Characters

This story absolutely features Original Characters, and many of them. I will not allow the characters of Sabrina/Riverdale to get lost among them, however. My plan is to introduce them in a way that makes it seem as if they have always been there. With the way I write the Sabrina-Verse, it will be exactly that. If OC’s aren’t typically you’re thing, but you’re really interested in this crossover, give it a shot. For those of you who love OC’s, well...enjoy!

Co-Writer/Brainstormer/Beta

For the first time ever, I have one of these beautiful creatures. She is absolutely amazing in the way that she helps me keep on track, and give life to so very many plot bunnies. Couldn’t do it without you, love! @becca-in-the-southside

[tartareus]

CAOS MUSES CANON DIVERGENCE; not unlike many here, i too found the third act of sabrina’s adventures a bit…lacking, to say the least. bad writing got me more and throwing character development to the bin made me finally decide that i am not going to accept most of what happened as true -  i will, however try to keep the changes to mininal as a say to make canon complying muses’ interactions with mine run smoothly.

for starters: my edward, salem and my della are primarily based on the comics (the chilling adventures of sabrina and sabrina the teenage witch) + my own head canons, therefore do expect their nature to be a bit darker\different than the show presents them. with that in mind…

edward did not die - he was in a circle of hell trapped inside a tree. once lucifer’s power over hell waned, the prision that kept the warlock there started to weaken and, thus, eventually he got out, finally free… only to find himself in…

queen lilith’s hell - yes, i am not going for that idea of lilith not being their queen, more than anyone else she does deserve the title, she worked for it and there is no point to not make all the effort during pt1 and 2 to go without a reward; for that to happen, though, i still accept the plot that sabrina went after nick, but instead of just taking satan back to earth…

edward becomes the morningstar’s host - besides being more than capable of taking him, edward is a known, talented, conjurer, had a somewhat deal or even relationship with empusa (a shape shifting demon), he knows how demons work. he knows what to expect and, other than that, he knows the boy will struggle. he won’t. although his very own existence is kept a secret from sabrina, in a similar fashion of b.ckwood, instead of struggling for dominance, edward will try and strike a bargain with lucifer (unknown to anyone else), if only to be sure that everything goes along with his own secret agenda…

he still helps zelda, though - as he is in hell and is not dead but trapped there, he makes use of some of lucifer’s powers to cross the veil and go for their aid.

della still remains a head witch - that is, still works for the council in rome, but with a slighly different twist. she herself is a hedgewitch. i’ve thought about this, and what it would mean for her character (originally in the sttw comics as sabrina’s mentor and the one that tried to guide her to the path of night, and them also as the queen of sabbath in the tcaos comics) and it seems that it just might fit her character altogether. hedgewitches are, after all, very old, powerful, lone witches who are but a few - which was what i was going for her originally. with that in mind, i have come to an hc that

della has her own very unique abilities - much like gryla, sycorax, and pesta, della possesses her own abilities as her own deal was slightly different. instead of having an aggressive ability like pesta and sycorax, she has a spiritual one - although not too similar from gryla’s ability to gather the spirits of her lads - that is very subtle: she can walk through the veil between the living and the dead, roaming in the in between without the fear of never returning (unless, of course, it is her time). that means that in her astral projections the psychopomps do not acknowledge her presence at all, one of the reasons she was hired by the council.

her age is hard to determinate -  she is clearly younger than the members of the council, but way older than the spellmans. to maintain her youth and looks, and not require a powerful glamour that would make her tired and weak if she kept holding for years, della consumes babies, mostly mortal orphans, in order to survive. that ritual is only required after some centuries (if it is a witch baby) or after the lifetime that mortal would’ve had. for that, it is needless to say that…

her relationship with gryla is of mutual hate and disdain - for the two of them are rivals in their quest for younger souls. although gryla herself has no choice but pick orphans, della prefers them because it usually avoids the whole ordeal of stealing a child. imagine how complicated it must’ve gotten when she answered the distress call from the coven in greendale…

although she is part of not coven, per se, della goes to their aid - or rather, is summoned against her own will, but she’s never going to admit that. particularly taking great joy at hunting the pagans, chasing them off greendale in the timeline that was fixed. in the broken timeline (aka the end of the world), not unlike ambrose (however using slightly shadier strategies) she managed to survive and remained hidden, safe in a witch’s cell in the vatican’s necropolis. sadly, she does end up going a little mad, but before she loses it all…

she manages to send ambrose some books that once belonged to the council - in hopes that these unholy scriptures, that had never been to the access of other witches and warlocks other than the scholars of rome, would help, hoping that he would be able to do what she had failed to: figure a way out of this mess.

salem is not a goblin but, in fact, a mortal curse by a witch he scorned centuries ago. cursed to become her familiar, after the witch he was forcibly bound to died during the salem trials the dark lord himself appeared before him, telling him that he would only lift the curse if he sold his soul to him - which he did, however what samuel (his mortal name) failed to realise was that he had not been specific as the date he should be free and, as such, the father of lies told him he would only be free once he had met, served and protected a white haired witch that was and was not daughter of night. it took centuries for him to find her, but when he saw sabrina he knew inside his old bones that it was her. 

he has come to terms to his current situation - he used to be a good christian, yes a bit reckless and an asshole with how he treated women, but he changed.  it was a hard lesson he had to learn. as he learned to repent, he also learned to understand the nature of witches better. they reacted with what they had. as such, he started to grow fond of sabrina and her family, even her friends (although he does not fancy being treated like an ordinary house pet).

he never liked robin nor lilith (when she was pretending to be ms wardwell), hissing soundly at them as he deemed them a probably threat to his witch.

lucifer granted him a couple of gifts to endure his long life - magical abilities akin to a warlock’s (but never enough to turn himself into human again, at least not for a long while) and speech (although he spent such a long time silent that he wonders if his throat still can produce anything other than a felinesound), as well seven lives. he is currently on the begining of his last life.

in both timelines salem tries to protect the spellmans - in the broken timeline, salem is dead (with satan no longer on the throne to secure his powers, the cat, much like the witches he served, started to weaken), probably trying to find sabrina and failing miserably. in the fixed timeline, he stays with zelda and mambo, refusing to leave her side. as they escaped, salem found that a good way to distract them was by attacking blackwood with the last remnants of his strength, unaware that faustus beared the mark of cain. wounded, he hides behind vinegar tom, trusting that the protective magic surrounding zelda’s old familiar (which she insisted that was still alive, just his vessel dead), would keep them from fiding him. he eventually recovers his strength and rejoins the spellmans, but feels something off, as if there was something wrong with sabrina.

overall, my main pet peeve with this season was how poorly handled some archs were. as much as i love the new order of hecate (which btw sounds very pagan to me but okay), i wish they had kept the church of lilith and, as such i will accept both realities and place them in different timelines, especially for hilda. 

i do hc that she still prays for her, away from zelda’s hearing of course, because when she was in the pit (unaware that they were praying for hecate) and in the in between when zelda and edward left, she prayed for her even though she is not the religious type, and came out of it alive. it was only after all that mess that she realised that maybe her prayers were in vain, but she didn’t mind at all.

i also hc that, after her spidey-incident she's been getting a bit uneasy near her own familiars (and they seem to notice that too, being slightly worried for her), she also decides to take a break from her relationship with cee; even though she loves him, and he proposed, she almost killed him ( and may or may not have tried to make him fertilize her eggs , unholy fuck that sentence shall haunt me for some good while) and that starts to make her realise that their relationship might be too dangerous for him, as a mortal. he already faced a witch hunter to protect her and now this? the last thing she wants is to cause him harm.

with mambo being around to look after zelda, hilda just might look for a place of her own, perhaps a little cottage in england as she so desires. it's not that she doesn't want to be part of the coven, or better the order, but even for her, non-religious and almost skeptical, bouncing off from deity to deity is not proving to be a good thing. besides, she's grown quite a backbone (about damn time) and she will no longer endure how she has been treated by her sister - i will elaborate further on the domestic abuse and the ptsd hilda suffers from being killed so many times and the mutual codependency of her relationship with her sister on a separate post, eventually

sometimes hilda puts a few drops of a soothing draught on zelda's food, because apparently if she asks for her sister to take a deep breath or watch her blood pressure it is a reason to receive a dark look. Sl instead of fretting and being pushed away, she just gets it done anyway. it is also comforting for her to know how easily she could kill zelda by putting something lethal on her food. whilst she does entertain herself with these thoughts, she knows she would never be able to kill her ow flesh and blood.

she raised ambrose almost mostly by herself, back when she lived in England. as her first child,she did spoil him rotten. Hilda never really thought of having kids herself, being demiromantic/demisexual she couldn't find it in herself to partake on the coven's festivities and enjoy lupercalia with a random witch or warlock, zelda was the baby crazy one, who had held sabrina almost possessively. she spoiled sabrina as well, perhaps due to Edward's recent death or because she knew how much her murders took their toll on her young niece, but not enough to "ruin" her as zelda always made sure.

although she could easily wear glamours to look more like the rest of her family (tall and slender), hilda learned with time to love herself, being more positive both inside and out.

[fanfics4all]

Devil's Blood: Part 3

Request: Yes / No Hello I am sorry for sending this just after you posted but I absolutely love your Sabrina Devil's blood series. Would you be up for a part 3 of the siblings bonding as Y/N starts harnessing his magic abilities and they go on another hunt? @jamiedc-they-them

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Sabrina Spellman x Brother!Reader 

Word count: 1353

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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The first lesson went way better than expected. I sat at the table with Sabrina and Ambrose, both of them watching as I absentmindedly flicked my wrist, causing the candle in front of me to light instantly. 

Sabrina blinked. “Okay… that was fast.” 

Ambrose crossed his arms, studying me with mild amusement. “I’ll admit, I was expecting some struggle, maybe a little frustration, but no, you just pick it up like it’s nothing.” 

I shrugged. “It feels natural, I guess.” I held up my hand again, and the flame on the candle doubled in size. “Like I already knew how to do it, I just needed a reason to try.” 

Sabrina shook her head in disbelief. “That’s insane! It takes most witches years to master this kind of control.”

Ambrose smirked. “Well, he is the son of Lucifer. I suppose it’s not that shocking.” 

I gave him a look. “You say that like it explains everything.” 

Ambrose gestured at the candle, then at me. “It kind of does.” 

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. Sure, I knew I had magic in me, but I never really used it, never cared to. I was a hunter- magic had always felt unnecessary. But now? It felt right. Like it had been waiting for me to tap into it. 

Sabrina leaned forward. “Alright, since you’re apparently a prodigy, let’s try something harder.” She pushed another candle forward. 

“Light this one without saying the incantation.” 

I raised a brow. “Just… will it to happen?” 

“Exactly.” 

I focused on the candle, exhaling slowly. I didn’t think too hard, just let the power flow, and- 

Fwoosh. 

The candle lit instantly, the flame burning bright. Sabrina and Ambrose exchanged glances. 

“Alright.” Ambrose said, nodding approvingly. “That’s impressive.” 

Sabrina grinned. “I think you might actually be a badass warlock!” 

I smirked. “Took you this long to realize I’m a badass?” 

Ambrose chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, if this is how quickly you’re learning, I suppose we’ll have to speed up your training.” 

I leaned back, feeling a little smug. “Bring it on.” 

Maybe magic was my thing after all. 

A few weeks later, my magic had only grown stronger. Too strong. Every spell I cast came effortlessly. Every incantation rolled off my tongue like second nature. I didn’t need potions- just a flick of my fingers, a thought, and things happened. It should’ve felt incredible. It should’ve made me feel powerful. Instead, it made me feel sick.

I sat outside our house, staring at my hands, clenching and unclenching my fingers. The more I used magic, the more it felt like something was calling to me. Not just any something- him. Lucifer. My so-called Father. 

Sabrina and Ambrose found me there, noticing my silence right away. 

“What’s wrong?” Sabrina asked, sitting beside me. 

Ambrose leaned against the railing, arms crossed. “You’ve been distant the past couple of days, cousin.” 

I exhaled sharply. “I don’t like this.” 

“Don’t like what?” 

“Magic. How strong it is. How easy it is.” I shook my head, looking away. 

“It feels like I’m being pulled toward something. Toward him. Like this is exactly what he wants. Like the more I use it, the more I become his.” 

Sabrina’s face softened, but Ambrose just hummed, unsurprised. 

“Well, I hate to break it to you.” He said. “But this is part of who you are.” 

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it.” 

“No, but it does mean you have to accept it.” 

Sabrina put a hand on my arm. “Y/N/N, I get why you’re freaked out. But magic isn’t good or evil- it’s about who wields it. And right now, you wield it.” 

I clenched my jaw. “But what if using it makes me more like him?” 

Ambrose scoffed. “You’re nothing like him, mate.” 

Sabrina nodded. “You’re using this power to kill demons, Y/N. The very creatures he thrives on. If anything, you’re throwing it right back in his face.” 

I let out a dry laugh. “You really think that?” 

Sabrina squeezed my arm. “This is the only way you’re going to keep slaying demons. Your magic makes you stronger. You have to use it.” 

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. They weren’t wrong. As much as I hated it, I needed it. 

“Fine…” I muttered. “But if I start growing horns, you have permission to kill me.” 

‘Brina smirked. “Deal.” 

The next hunt came quicker than I expected. I caught wind of a demon terrorizing a small town just outside of Greendale, and this time, I wasn’t going to hold back. If I was going to use my magic, I was going to use it. 

We found the demon lurking in the basement of an abandoned house- a grotesque, snarling thing with glowing red eyes and jagged claws. It lunged at me, but before it could get close, I threw up my hand and sent it crashing into the far wall with a flick of my wrist. 

Sabrina whistled. “Well, damn.” 

The demon recovered fast, charging again. I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. With a muttered incantation, black chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around it’s limbs and yanking it backward. It howled, struggling against them. 

I took a slow step forward, my palm heating with energy. “You like hunting the weak, don’t you?” I said. “Well, let’s see how you handle someone who fights back.” 

The demon growled something in a language I hadn’t studied, but I didn’t give it a chance to speak further. With another word, the chains tightened, and my magic ignited around it, consuming it in black and red flames. The demon shrieked as the fire swallowed it whole, leaving behind only ash. 

Silence filled the basement. 

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders, and then turned to my sister. She stared at me, arms crossed, one brow raised. 

“Well,” She said. “That was… efficient.” 

I smirked. “You sound surprised.” 

“I am surprised. Last time, you nearly got yourself killed. This time? You barely even moved.” 

I shrugged. “I told you I was gonna use my magic.” 

Sabrina shook her head, still processing. Then she smirked. “You know… after seeing that, maybe Aunties won’t be so against you hunting alone again.” 

I chuckled. “You think?” 

She nodded. “Yeah, I mean, they’ll still be mad, but at least they won’t be as mad if they know you can actually handle yourself.” 

I grinned. “That’s the best I can hope for, I guess.” 

Sabrina laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of here before something else crawls out of the shadows.” 

With one last glance at the demon’s remains, I followed her out. Maybe she was right. Maybe our Aunties would let me hunt alone again. Either way, I wasn’t stopping. 

*3rd Person POV*

In the dimly lit basement, the air was still thick with the remnants of power. The only trace of the demon that had once lurked was a pile of ash, faintly glowing with residual energy. From the shadows, a figure emerged. 

Lucifer Morningstar stepped forward, his steps silent against the cold concrete floor. He knelt, reaching out to brush his fingers over the ash. A smirk tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes, feeling the lingering magic in the remains. It was unmistakable- his son’s power. Strong. Raw. Unrestrained. 

And growing. 

Lucifer let out a low chuckle, opening his eyes as he studied the glowing embers between his fingertips. 

“As expected.” He murmured, amusement flickering in his voice. 

“You’re coming along beautifully, my boy.” 

He straightened, dusting off his hands before glancing toward the entrance of the basement, where his children had just left. 

“And dear Sabrina…” He mused, tilting his head slightly. “Always so stubborn. Always so righteous. But in the end, I knew she would be the one to push you toward this path.” His smirk widened as he stepped back into the shadows. 

“It was only a matter of time.” 

With a final glance at the ashen remains of the demon, Lucifer disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the faint echo of his laughter lingering in the empty room.

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Happy

Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Pairing: Ambrose Spellman x reader

Word Count: 607

Requested: Yes -  Can you do a jealous Ambrose X gender neutral reader please - @galxctic-tears

A/N: I’m sorry it’s so short, but I hope you like it anyway xx

Settling onto the couch for movie night with Ambrose you let out a content sigh.

“How was your day today?”, you asked him.

You knew that sitting around at home all day wasn’t the most entertaining, but from time to time, Ambrose had the best stories for you. Mostly because Sabrina got into some kind of trouble and Ambrose had to help fix it.

He was one of the smartest persons you knew. He was kind and humble and you admired all that and much more.

“The usual,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Reading, handling some stuff for Sabrina, not that exciting. What about yours?”

“Oh, I went to get coffee with my friend Chris. I hadn’t seen him in a while, so it was really nice. I had a lot of fun. He’s a funny guy.” You chuckled to yourself at the thought of your afternoon. Chris had burned his tongue at the coffee and spit some of it out, leaving you laughing at the mess he was and had created.

It took you a few moments to realize the way Ambrose’s eyes were averted and he got quiet.

“Chris, huh?”

“Yeah, we went to High School together. He went out with a friend of mine for, like, a year or so. That’s how we met. I haven’t told you about him? Huh, I thought, I did, well, now you know. He’s actually...”

“Can you, please, stop talking about that Chris guy?!” he cried out.  

His arm left its place around your shoulders, as he leaned forward. He rubbed his face and let out a groan. It sounded frustrated, but you weren’t sure.  

You looked at him kind of worried. He rarely acted out. Usually, he was the calm one, the rational one, so this outburst was something new.

“Are you jealous?” You asked him, even though the question was ridiculous. He had nothing to worry about. He should know that.

“Of course, I’m jealous. I can’t take you anywhere and now I can just listen to you going on dates with other people!”

You gently placed your hand on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t a date, Ambrose. I can assure you of that. He’s an old friend. And he’s married.”

“Married, you say?” He asked, glancing at you.

“Yes, married.” It was ridiculous that he even had to ask, but you could understand his insecurities. You never minded the fact that he couldn’t properly take you out anywhere though. You were perfectly content with your evenings in, cuddled up, watching movies, talking, reading. They were perfect.

“I love you. Only you. There’s no other. No boy, no girl. You’re stuck with me and it would take a lot to change that. I’ll be with you and at some point, you’re gonna be so sick of me.” You laughed, just now noticing how close Ambrose got.  

You could feel his breath on your lips. In and out. Steady. His gaze went from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes.

“Oh yeah?” A small smile grazed his lips.

“Yeah.” You nodded slightly before placing a kiss against his lips.

No matter how often you’d try to explain it, you’d never find the right words to describe how you felt with Ambrose. But there’s one that fits pretty well.

Happy.

You were genuinely happy. And that’s why there was no other for you. Ambrose was the one for you. You were sure of it.  

You might still be pretty young, might not understand everything, might change your mind about certain things, but there was one thing you knew for sure. That Ambrose and you belonged together.

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Nick Scratch 36

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Other Ways

Nicholas Scratch x Reader smut

Word Count: 1212

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The day was long and my patience was already running short. I was frustrated beyond belief, and I could not wait to get this damn suit off of me. It was too tight in so many places and I just couldn’t stand it. 

You know, it really sucks being me some days. I mean, you’d think that having the ability to turn people into your very own personal slaves with a single touch would be so cool, but in reality it was torture for me. Being so shut off from the rest of the world was absolutely miserable, it was lonely and sad. Today was just the kind of day that I couldn’t handle it. I retreated back to the only place that I knew I would be ok, or better yet the person.

Nicholas Scratch, my absolute best friend. The playboy of the academy, and longtime crush. No matter how hard I tried to get over this boy, I never could. I needed solace and comfort, and he was always there for me when I needed it. So, when I told Nick that I needed his time, he was more than happy to oblige. 

The two of us sat in his room as his hands toyed with some sort of object, as I sat upside down with my legs and feet against the wall and my back to the bed. I let out a large sigh as my head once again hit the bed as I continuously smashed my head against the sheets in a futile attempt to gain some sense of calm.

“So, what’s going on?

“What’s going on?” I said, “What’s going on is that I cannot touch a single living being without making it my personal slave and I hate it! Do you know how insane it feels? Not being able to do all the normal things that a person should do, like hugging or having a real relationship, it sucks, ok?” Nick gave me a look, it was soft and nice, with that gleam of wickedness that was an ever present constant in his eyes.

“I don’t think that it will prevent you from dating, Y/N,” he said, turning back and forth in his chair. 

“Yeah, I think it will. I mean, I’m a witch. Witches are so inherently sexual that it’d be nearly impossible to find someone who didn’t expect me to put out. The worst part is that I want to too, but I physically can’t without making them virtually a sex slave.” I let out a scream in frustration about the whole situation.

“Y/N, there are ways to have sex without touching eachother, you know that, right? Also I know plenty of people who would love to have you as their special somebody, you should also know that,” he said, with that classic shit eating grin on his face. 

“Oh yeah, then who? Who would? Because I can’t think of a single person, really,” I told him, my eyes rolling and I watched from my upside down point of view as his face blushed and he looked as awkward as a person physically can be. Nick was never this awkward or scared, never. He was the confident, cool, and collected king of the students at the Academy.  This was definitely a first. 

His hands fidgeted around with the object even more furiously as he tried to formulate his response. “Well, there is someone, this one guy I know, who’s been absolutely in love with you for the longest time, like since you got here. He’s been absolutely infatuated with you, but you’ve never seemed to notice, now tell me. Does this guy have a chance?”

“Well who is this mystery guy?” I asked him, winking in his direction. He moved closer to me and my breath quickened, scared because of how close he was. 

“I think you already know.”

This would have been the normal moment where a normal person would kiss the other, but instead I grabbed his hand with my gloved one and squeezed. My face twisted into a perfect smile and my eyes lit up. It was the kind of moment that came out of a fairy tale, the rebel girl never gets the guy, it’s just facts, but not this time.

“Hey Nick,” I said, giving him a bit of a smirk, “Do you think you can show me how to do this whole, sex without touching thing?” Nick leaned back in his chair, and immediately tore his shirt from his body. My eyes widened as I raked my eyes over his bare chest, over the chiseled divets in his chest. I did the same, throwing my shirt to the floor, exposing myself, along with the gloves coming off as well. Nick groaned at the sight and it just turned me on even more. 

His pants began to come off, and I started to rub myself through my leggings. I watched as his cock sprung free from his jeans, and I moaned out at the sight. It was big and thick, and so very arousing. I teasingly unclasped my bra, and slowly slid my bra off of my arms. 

Nick had his hand around his cock, his eyes boring into me, small moans and groans spilling from his mouth. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I kicked my leggings right off of my legs, and yet again teasingly slipping off my panties. My hand trailed down my body towards my core, while my other hand began to toy with my lift breast, squeezing and rolling my nipple between my fingers. 

We both watched each other so intently, both of us so desperate, but just the simple action of watching each other was so intimate. We both chased our orgasms in unison, his hand moving at the same time as mine delved into my core. 

Loud whiny noises continued to come out of me as the knot in my stomach began to grow and tighten. I looked into his eyes, and a knowing look was returned. I let the heel of my hand brush against my clit as I continued to fuck myself onto my fingers, staring at Nick’s face as his hand sped up, moving faster against his dick. I couldn’t help but let go.  My body shook violently as I came all over my fingers, watching hungrily as I watched Nick came all over his own. 

The sound of heavy breaths filled the room, as we both recuperated. After finally catching my breath, I went to go put my suit back on, the suit of fabric that kept me from turning anyone on accident. Nick tried to get me to stop, but I pushed a gloved finger to his lips.“No, I want to cuddle, and we can’t do that unless I am suited up” I said, finally putting on my little veilish hood thing that covered my head to make sure yet again. I tapped on the bed, telling him to come over, and he did, situating his hands around my waist. His head was placed on top of mine, and my hands grabbed at his. I fell asleep in his arms, thinking about what would happen tomorrow, once the sex high wore off.

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Sober (Nick Scratch Imagine)

contains spoilers for end of season 2 / season 3

You knew how terrible it was for Nick being in Hell with Lucifer inside of him. You didn’t blame him for doing drugs and drowning himself in alcohol when he got back. That was a pretty valid response to trauma, especially what he had gone through.

But, it just kept getting worse and you were worried. You always had feelings for Nick but had never told him, but now he was back and really struggling. You had walked in on the sex demons whipping him and your heart sank, but instead of running, you just walked in.

“Out.” You said to them. “Now.” You were firm with your voice. They hissed and walked out of the room when Nick waved them off. Your face fell, “Oh Nicky, I didn’t know it was this bad.” You walked close to him.

He was sat down, looking pitiful and ashamed, “I’m sorry. I-“

“No, don’t be sorry. You’re obviously in emotional pain.” You ran a hand on his cheek, “Let me help you, let me take care of you.”

He nodded and leaned into you so his head was on your stomach. You ran your hand through his hair and the other one along his back which had welts all over it. “Up, let’s go. I got you.” You said softly. You didn’t want to stop hugging him and he didn’t either. He was so broken inside, how had you not seen it? How had anyone not seen it?

You released your grasp on him and pulled away which caused him to almost whine. You put your hand out so you could hold his hand. You needed to get him back to the Academy.

When you got there, you laid him down and grabbed a cold wash cloth to put on his forehead, “You have to detox and it’s going to be a bitch. Okay?”

He nodded weakly. The withdrawals were already starting since he had taken so many drugs. This wasn’t going to be an easy job but you were determined to do it for the man you were in love with.

But, it just kept getting worse and you were worried. You always had feelings for Nick but had never told him, but now he was back and really struggling. You had walked in on the sex demons whipping him and your heart sank, but instead of running, you just walked in.

“Out.” You said to them. “Now.” You were firm with your voice. They hissed and walked out of the room when Nick waved them off. Your face fell, “Oh Nicky, I didn’t know it was this bad.” You walked close to him.

He was sat down, looking pitiful and ashamed, “I’m sorry. I-“

“No, don’t be sorry. You’re obviously in emotional pain.” You ran a hand on his cheek, “Let me help you, let me take care of you.”

He nodded and leaned into you so his head was on your stomach. You ran your hand through his hair and the other one along his back which had welts all over it. “Up, let’s go. I got you.” You said softly. You didn’t want to stop hugging him and he didn’t either. He was so broken inside, how had you not seen it? How had anyone not seen it?

You released your grasp on him and pulled away which caused him to almost whine. You put your hand out so you could hold his hand. You needed to get him back to the Academy.

When you got there, you laid him down and grabbed a cold wash cloth to put on his forehead, “You have to detox and it’s going to be a bitch. Okay?”

He nodded weakly. The withdrawals were already starting since he had taken so many drugs. This wasn’t going to be an easy job but you were determined to do it for the man you were in love with.

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Devil's Blood: Part 5

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Warnings: Going slightly crazy I guess?

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The following days blurred together in a haze of unease and silence. I stopped using my magic, cold turkey. No spells, no chants, not even a flicker of energy. The moment I felt that familiar hum under my skin, I shut it down. Hard. If Lucifer wanted me for my power, then maybe I didn’t need it at all. But the silence didn’t last… 

It started with whispers. Faint and curling like smoke in the corners of my mind. A soft velvet voice threading its way through my thoughts when I was alone. 

“Why do you deny what you are?”

I whirled around, fists clenched, but no one would be there. I told myself it was stress. A trick of the mind… But the whispers grew louder… more insistent. They didn’t just haunt me in the quiet moments. They followed me into my sleep. The dreams were worse… 

In them, I stood on a throne of black stone, surrounded by fire and shadows. Creatures knelt at my feet, their eyes glowing like embers. Chains clanked in the distance, screams echoed far below. Lucifer stood beside me, looking smug as ever. 

“You see?” He whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“You were born for this. The next ruler of Hell.” 

I woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, breath caught in my throat. My sheets soaked, hands trembling. And always, always, the same feeling pulsed deep inside me. Like a dormant volcano rumbling in my chest, desperate to erupt. I didn’t tell my family. How could I? They already looked at me like I was a ticking time bomb. If they knew the dreams and the whispers… would they still trust me? 

So, I isolated myself more. I trained less. I avoided the books. My magic still lingered under the surface, a caged beast, restless and angry. But I kept it locked up. I had to. 

One night, after another dream where I sat on a throne built from bones and flames, I found myself standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. My reflection looked tired. Pale. Like I hadn’t slept in days, and maybe I hadn’t. 

“You can’t run from destiny, my son. It’s in your blood. In your soul.” 

I slammed my hand against the sink, breathing hard. 

“Shut up!” I hissed under my breath. 

“I’m not yours!” 

No response. 

Just heavy silence, and the way light above the mirror flickered like it was mocking me. I turned the faucet on, splashing water on my face, trying to cool the panic crawling up my throat. But when I looked up again, for just a moment, I didn’t see my reflection. I saw his. 

Lucifer. Smiling. 

And behind him… that throne again. 

I stumbled back, nearly slipping, and when I looked again… it was just me. But that was the moment I knew… I couldn’t outrun this. My Father had plans for me, and they were getting harder to ignore. The line I’d been trying so hard not to cross? I wasn’t just close to it anymore. I was already standing on the edge… And if I wasn’t careful… I’d fall… 

The morning sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the kitchen, casting kaleidoscopic colors across the worn wooden table. The smell of fresh tea, toast, and Hilda’s rosemary potatoes filled the room, but it did little to cut through the storm brewing in my chest. 

I sat in silence, nursing a lukewarm cup of tea between my hands, my gaze fixed on a crack in the table. Sabrina, across from me, was watching. I could feel it… the way her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me like a puzzle missing half its pieces. Aunt Zelda sat at the head of the table, reading the morning paper but glancing up more than usual. Aunt Hilda, sweet as ever, gave me a soft smile as she set down another plate of food. Ambrose was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, chewing the end of a piece of toast with the same intensity he reserved for questionable alchemical ingredients. No one had said anything yet. Not until Sabrina set her fork down and cleared her throat. 

“You look like hell.” She said bluntly. 

“Have you slept at all?” 

I blinked. “I’m fine.” 

“Love…” Aunt Hilda said gently, taking a seat beside me. 

“You’re pale as a ghost, and you haven’t gone on a hunt in two weeks. That’s not like you.” 

“Indeed.” Aunt Zelda added, setting her paper aside. 

“You’ve been avoiding your magic like the plague, and quite frankly, I’m concerned. We all are.” 

Ambrose raised an eyebrow. “You’ve gone from conjuring hellfire without blinking to barely lighting a candle. That kind of suppression had consequences.” 

“I said I’m fine.” I muttered, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. 

Sabrina reached across the table, resting a hand over mine. 

“Y/N… talk to us.” 

Before I could answer, I felt it again. The chill… The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My chest tightened. And then… he was there. Standing in the corner of the kitchen, calm as ever. Lucifer Morningstar. My Father. Dressed in black, looking untouched by time, a cruel smirk curled across his lips. No one else reacted. Only me… He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his boots echoing in my ears though they made no sound against the floor. 

“You think you can hide from me?” He murmured, only loud enough for me to hear. 

“From what you are?” 

I shot to my feet so fast y chair fell back onto the tile. 

“Get out!” I barked. 

Everyone froze. 

Sabrina stood up slowly. “Y/N…?” 

I backed away from the spot Lucifer stood, my eyes wide. 

“You’re not real… You’re not real. I’m not listening to you!” 

Lucifer tilted his head with a mock pout. 

“Now, now, is that any way to speak to dear old Dad?” 

“Stop it!” I yelled, my voice cracking. 

“I’m not yours! I’m not-” My knees buckled. 

Sabrina caught me before I hit the ground. I collapsed into her arms, shaking, the adrenaline crashing like a wave. The tears came fast, unrelenting, like floodgates thrown open. My breath hitched, and I clung to her like I was drowning. 

“He won’t leave me alone…” I gasped. 

“I see him. In my dreams… When I’m awake… He talks to me, whispers… he wants me to take over Hell. To rule. He shows me thrones, fire, blood… I try to shut him out, but he keeps coming back!” 

The room was silent but heavy. A thick tension settled into the air like smoke. 

“He says it’s in my blood. That I can’t escape it…” I choked out. 

“And I thought if I stopped using magic, I could stop him, but he’s still there. Every time I close my eyes, he’s waiting.” 

Aunt Hilda kneeled beside me, her eyes glistening as she gently rubbed my back. Aunt Zelda knelt too. Aunt Zelda, always composed, now looked shaken as I felt. Ambrose’s expression had gone dark, a storm brewing behind his eyes as he crouched down beside us. Sabrina held my face, thumbs brushing tears from my cheeks. 

“You should’ve told us.” 

“I was scared…” I admitted, voice barely a whisper. 

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” 

“Well, tough luck, brother.” she said gently, pulling me into a hug. 

“We see you, and we’re not going anywhere.” 

Lucifer was gone. Just like that. No whisper. No flicker. Just silence. But this time, I wasn’t alone in it… 

The following days blurred together in a haze of unease and silence. I stopped using my magic, cold turkey. No spells, no chants, not even a flicker of energy. The moment I felt that familiar hum under my skin, I shut it down. Hard. If Lucifer wanted me for my power, then maybe I didn’t need it at all. But the silence didn’t last… 

It started with whispers. Faint and curling like smoke in the corners of my mind. A soft velvet voice threading its way through my thoughts when I was alone. 

“Why do you deny what you are?”

I whirled around, fists clenched, but no one would be there. I told myself it was stress. A trick of the mind… But the whispers grew louder… more insistent. They didn’t just haunt me in the quiet moments. They followed me into my sleep. The dreams were worse… 

In them, I stood on a throne of black stone, surrounded by fire and shadows. Creatures knelt at my feet, their eyes glowing like embers. Chains clanked in the distance, screams echoed far below. Lucifer stood beside me, looking smug as ever. 

“You see?” He whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“You were born for this. The next ruler of Hell.” 

I woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, breath caught in my throat. My sheets soaked, hands trembling. And always, always, the same feeling pulsed deep inside me. Like a dormant volcano rumbling in my chest, desperate to erupt. I didn’t tell my family. How could I? They already looked at me like I was a ticking time bomb. If they knew the dreams and the whispers… would they still trust me? 

So, I isolated myself more. I trained less. I avoided the books. My magic still lingered under the surface, a caged beast, restless and angry. But I kept it locked up. I had to. 

One night, after another dream where I sat on a throne built from bones and flames, I found myself standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. My reflection looked tired. Pale. Like I hadn’t slept in days, and maybe I hadn’t. 

“You can’t run from destiny, my son. It’s in your blood. In your soul.” 

I slammed my hand against the sink, breathing hard. 

“Shut up!” I hissed under my breath. 

“I’m not yours!” 

No response. 

Just heavy silence, and the way light above the mirror flickered like it was mocking me. I turned the faucet on, splashing water on my face, trying to cool the panic crawling up my throat. But when I looked up again, for just a moment, I didn’t see my reflection. I saw his. 

Lucifer. Smiling. 

And behind him… that throne again. 

I stumbled back, nearly slipping, and when I looked again… it was just me. But that was the moment I knew… I couldn’t outrun this. My Father had plans for me, and they were getting harder to ignore. The line I’d been trying so hard not to cross? I wasn’t just close to it anymore. I was already standing on the edge… And if I wasn’t careful… I’d fall… 

The morning sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the kitchen, casting kaleidoscopic colors across the worn wooden table. The smell of fresh tea, toast, and Hilda’s rosemary potatoes filled the room, but it did little to cut through the storm brewing in my chest. 

I sat in silence, nursing a lukewarm cup of tea between my hands, my gaze fixed on a crack in the table. Sabrina, across from me, was watching. I could feel it… the way her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me like a puzzle missing half its pieces. Aunt Zelda sat at the head of the table, reading the morning paper but glancing up more than usual. Aunt Hilda, sweet as ever, gave me a soft smile as she set down another plate of food. Ambrose was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, chewing the end of a piece of toast with the same intensity he reserved for questionable alchemical ingredients. No one had said anything yet. Not until Sabrina set her fork down and cleared her throat. 

“You look like hell.” She said bluntly. 

“Have you slept at all?” 

I blinked. “I’m fine.” 

“Love…” Aunt Hilda said gently, taking a seat beside me. 

“You’re pale as a ghost, and you haven’t gone on a hunt in two weeks. That’s not like you.” 

“Indeed.” Aunt Zelda added, setting her paper aside. 

“You’ve been avoiding your magic like the plague, and quite frankly, I’m concerned. We all are.” 

Ambrose raised an eyebrow. “You’ve gone from conjuring hellfire without blinking to barely lighting a candle. That kind of suppression had consequences.” 

“I said I’m fine.” I muttered, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. 

Sabrina reached across the table, resting a hand over mine. 

“Y/N… talk to us.” 

Before I could answer, I felt it again. The chill… The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My chest tightened. And then… he was there. Standing in the corner of the kitchen, calm as ever. Lucifer Morningstar. My Father. Dressed in black, looking untouched by time, a cruel smirk curled across his lips. No one else reacted. Only me… He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his boots echoing in my ears though they made no sound against the floor. 

“You think you can hide from me?” He murmured, only loud enough for me to hear. 

“From what you are?” 

I shot to my feet so fast y chair fell back onto the tile. 

“Get out!” I barked. 

Everyone froze. 

Sabrina stood up slowly. “Y/N…?” 

I backed away from the spot Lucifer stood, my eyes wide. 

“You’re not real… You’re not real. I’m not listening to you!” 

Lucifer tilted his head with a mock pout. 

“Now, now, is that any way to speak to dear old Dad?” 

“Stop it!” I yelled, my voice cracking. 

“I’m not yours! I’m not-” My knees buckled. 

Sabrina caught me before I hit the ground. I collapsed into her arms, shaking, the adrenaline crashing like a wave. The tears came fast, unrelenting, like floodgates thrown open. My breath hitched, and I clung to her like I was drowning. 

“He won’t leave me alone…” I gasped. 

“I see him. In my dreams… When I’m awake… He talks to me, whispers… he wants me to take over Hell. To rule. He shows me thrones, fire, blood… I try to shut him out, but he keeps coming back!” 

The room was silent but heavy. A thick tension settled into the air like smoke. 

“He says it’s in my blood. That I can’t escape it…” I choked out. 

“And I thought if I stopped using magic, I could stop him, but he’s still there. Every time I close my eyes, he’s waiting.” 

Aunt Hilda kneeled beside me, her eyes glistening as she gently rubbed my back. Aunt Zelda knelt too. Aunt Zelda, always composed, now looked shaken as I felt. Ambrose’s expression had gone dark, a storm brewing behind his eyes as he crouched down beside us. Sabrina held my face, thumbs brushing tears from my cheeks. 

“You should’ve told us.” 

“I was scared…” I admitted, voice barely a whisper. 

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” 

“Well, tough luck, brother.” she said gently, pulling me into a hug. 

“We see you, and we’re not going anywhere.” 

Lucifer was gone. Just like that. No whisper. No flicker. Just silence. But this time, I wasn’t alone in it… 

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Hellfire and Heartstrings

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Word count: 605

Warnings: Caliban being a bit of a dick and possessive 

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Caliban’s POV*

The fires of Hell burn eternal, but right now, none burn hotter than the jealousy raging inside me. Y/N stood beside Harvey Kinkle, laughing at something he said, her eyes bright with amusement. She reached out, playfully nudging his arm, completely unaware of the way my jaw clenched, my fists curling at my sides. 

Harvey. Of all people. 

The moral boy. 

The boy who had once been Sabrina’s beloved and who, in my opinion, had no business being this close to my witch. I knew, logically, that Y/N’s heart belonged to me. She had chosen me, despite my infernal origins, despite my past mistakes. She was my Queen, the one soul in all the realms who truly saw me. And yet, watching her with Harvey, so effortlessly comfortable, so… familiar, made my blood boil. 

I’d had enough. 

Striding over, I placed a firm hand on Y/N’s waist, pulling her slightly toward me. She blinked up at me in surprise, but I ignored it, my eyes locked onto Harvey’s. 

“Kinkle.” I said coolly. Harvey raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh… hey?” Y/N frowned, glancing between us. 

“Caliban, what’s with the-” I cut her off, my grip tightening just enough to make a point. 

“Tell me, mortal, do all friends look at each other the way you look at Y/N?” Harvey looked bewildered. 

“What? Dude, she’s like my sister.” I scoffed. 

“Sister? Strange, I was under the impression that siblings don’t flirt.” I groaned. 

“Oh for Satan’s sake!” Harvey rolled his eyes. 

“Man, I don’t know what kind of weird jealousy thing you’ve got going on, but trust me, Y/N’s the last person I’d be into. No offense.” He added, glancing at her. 

“None taken.” Y/N muttered. I wasn’t satisfied. My lips curled slightly, my usual arrogance slipping through. 

“Then why do you insist on being so close to my Queen?” Harvey scoffed. 

“Uh, maybe because she’s my friend? You know, normal human relationships?” 

“Human.” I echoed mockingly. 

“That explains it.” Y/N had had enough. She turned, swatting my arm. 

“Oh my Satan, stop it! You’re being ridiculous!” I huffed, crossing my arms. 

“Am I? Because from where I stand, you seem far too comfortable with another man.” Harvey made a noise of disgust. 

“Alright, I’m out of here. You two figure out your weird demon relationship drama.” As he walked away, Y/N turned back to me, exasperated. 

“What is wrong with you?” I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I looked at her, frustration evident in my molten gaze. 

“You give him parts of you that should be mind.” She blinked. 

“What?” 

“You laugh with him, touch him, let him close.” I swallowed hard. 

“You trust him.” Her expression softened. 

“Caliban… of course I do. He’s my friend, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on my chest. 

“You are my King. My partner. The only one who holds my heart.” My jaw tensed. 

“Then tell me… why does the sight of you with him enrage me so?” She smiled slightly. 

“Because you’re a jealous idiot?” I scowled. 

“I don’t like this feeling.” She laughed, tilting her head. 

“Welcome to love.” I exhaled, the tension finally easing. I let my hands settle on her waist, pulling her closer. 

“Then let me make something clear.” I murmured, my voice lower, more dangerous. 

“You are mine. And I do not share.” Y/N smirked, standing on her toes to brush her lips against mine. 

“Good. Because neither do I.” And then she kissed me, erasing every trace of doubt from my mind.

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