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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Clingy | Black Noir x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: "You're supposed to be on lookout and yet you're here pestering me? Fuck off! I love you, but fuck off!" Black Noir?

summary: Noir's fine with you working for The Boys, but the one thing he can't stand is you being in harm's way, especially if that harm happens to be Soldier Boy and his allies.

tws: swearing, guns

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE BOYS SEASON 3 (although not huge ones!)

You had been working for The Boys for a while, and although your boyfriend Noir knew, he never felt much of a threat about it, especially not from you; when Soldier Boy entered the scene, though, he started to get a little more... clingy. He would join you when you were laid out on rooftops with a sniper rifle, sitting at the edge of the roof with his legs dangled over the edge, kicking his feet a little as he shared your earphones; usually, it was a mix of either Sabaton and Caliban, or Rammstein and Megan Thee Stallion. He didn't mind either way. He was happy to listen, and it soothed his anxiety a little to know that if Soldier Boy ever came knocking, he could at least try to protect you - plus, he might have gotten his revenge while he was at it; it was a win-win situation, as far as he was concerned.

Butcher had asked you to keep an eye on a Supe that the group had been tracking for a while, and you were more than happy to find a little nest atop an empty factory, your gun aimed and, after Noir's insistence, a couple of pillows beneath you; it would help your knees, he had texted, it would stop you from getting so stiff. Of course, Butcher had no idea of Noir's somewhat alliance, and you weren't about to tell him, but you did work well as a team; with Noir scouting the grounds to keep an eye out, you were sure that you had the Supe cornered like a stray cat. You were positive of it.

Every now and then, Noir would give you the check-in signal - it wasn't a particularly brash or obvious one, just enough that you knew he was there; a text here or a selfie there. Just to let you know he was still going, he was still on lookout duty; you would text back the same, hoping that the internet signal was good enough to actually send it. But after the first two hours, you didn't hear s thing, the third hour drawing ever closer, and when you decided to take a break, sitting with your back against the raised edge, you decided it was a better time than any to have a quick cigarette while you checked your phone. Nothing. Except something from Frenchie about how he had tried to watch one of the horror films you had told him about and he was still sick to his stomach; it made you laugh, but when you went to your conversation with Noir, you frowned. Still nothing.

A couple of loose bits of brick started to crumble, and although you started to reach for your gun, you stopped when you saw the tip of a black mask, sighing heavily as you swiped a hand down your face and chucked your cigarette over the edge.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Noir pulled out his phone, "worried."

You furrowed your brows, looking at the text for a moment and then looking back at him. "About what?"

"You." He started to draw closer.

"Noir... Christ..." you shook your head as you sighed and tilted your head back, daring to laugh softly. "Noir, you're supposed to be on lookout and yet you're here pestering me? Fuck off! I love you, but fuck off!"

Noir shook his head, almost insistent on staying as he planted himself at your side, taking the helmet off and putting it on your head as he nodded; he was fine with just the fabric covering him, but he knew that you would need the extra bit of armour if anything were to happen. He pulled out his phone again, "no. Too risky."

"What do you mean risky?" You scoffed, adjusting the helmet so that it was a little more comfortable, it was obvious why he had a secondary face covering, the damn thing was harsh. You dared to get back down on your front again, holding the rifle steady with one hand, your phone in the other.

He shrugged. "This guy's an ally of Soldier Boy's. He could hurt us."

"We'll be fine," you reassured, patting his shoulder. "Trust me. Between old reliable over there, and your strength, we can take that cunt down easily."

The gulp he made was audible, making you frowm as he drew a little closer still; it was as if he was trying to shield you from shelling in the trenches, so close that he was almost on top of you. He could withstand so much more, and he was ready for the fight if it came. You could feel his phone case against you when he held the damn thing.

"This is Soldier Boy. He's different. Brutal."

"You made it a point to lean into him a little, relaxing; if he knew that you weren't anxious, perhaps he wouldn't be so bad, either. "We're only here for a couple of hours. We just have to wait it out until Frenchie and Kimiko tell me they're ready to take over. After that, we can go home and, I dunno... how does Anthropophagus sound to you?"

Something that sounded similar to a scoff left him. "Can we watch la casa sperduta nel parco?"

"Yeah, we can watch that," you shrugged. "Just a couple more hours, alright? Then we can go home and I'll find the dvd... is it with the others?"

"I think so?"

"Good," you put your phone down next to you, still able to see the screen. "You wanna get a takeaway, too?"

"Italian?"

"Italian sounds good," you agreed. "You can order it, though, I hate ordering from websites."

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the-andromeda-effect · 6 months

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A knock at the door had Adira and Caliban’s heads turning quickly, as the medic came in to look at her hand. He let Caliban know that Svarog’s gunshot wound was only superficial and stitches had been all that was required, but there had been quite a bit of bleeding. He’d need some time off to rest and heal, but otherwise he’d be fine. Nothing to worry over.

After cleaning the cut, even Caliban could see how deep it was. She had gotten lucky though, none of the tendons had been cut. Whether there would be any nerve damage would have to wait until it started healing. The medic could apply stitches, but only a neurologist or hand surgeon would be able to do more. That would require a trip to the hospital, which Caliban had already been debating. In the end it was Adira who decided to just have the stitches at the mansion. Mircea knew many people at the hospital, and she didn’t want to take a chance on being recognized. Not yet. Not so soon. If there were problems later, they could figure out how to get a specialist involved.

After the stitches were in and the hand bandaged, Caliban took the bloody towel she had previously had her hand wrapped in. He had an idea on how to keep Mircea from suspecting anything, at least for a while. Once Adira was seen in public with him, there might be some talk that they would have to deal with; but for the short term it would be a solution. Her wedding rings from Mircea were still up in his bedroom. By putting her blood all over them and returning them to him, it would hopefully confirm somewhat in his mind that she was indeed dead. Then with having her secluded with him at his cabin for a while, where he could even work remotely, there would be time away to let everything settle within the society he ran in. Hopefully that would give her a bit more of a sense of security as well.

Once the medic had left, Caliban sat quietly with Adira waiting for Theron to arrive with a car to take her up to the main mansion. He figured the delay was that Theron and Lars were talking outside, and possibly others that had witnessed the shooting. No doubt Theron wanted to know how things could have gone so sideways so quickly, a question that he had himself. Once Adira was back up at the house and resting, Caliban was going to start demanding answers and someone better have some; or there was going to be hell to pay that would make Mircea Kalavati look merciful.

Finally Theron appeared, looking a bit drawn and frustrated. It was clear that whatever he had found out was not good. “Why don’t I take Adira back up to the mansion so she can rest while you handle things down here, Caliban?” While Theron was concerned about the woman, it was Caliban he was fully focussed on. He wouldn’t say more, not with her sitting there. Caliban was not a stupid man, he would have to figure it out. “Theron?” Adira was the one that spoke, looking between the two men. “I…I…” Now both men were looking only at her. She was trying to find words, but was failing, she was still so scared. She didn’t want to go with Theron, even if she trusted him. “No.” Her head shook as her voice came out shaky and quiet. “Caliban can take me up. I want him with me.” She was now looking at the floor and fighting not to completely collapse over the weight of all that happened. She was holding Caliban’s hand and her grip on it tightened, feeling like it was a lifeline to sanity.

Caliban pulled her to him and cradled her head on his shoulder, before Adira had even finished speaking. Someone was going to pay for what had gone on, more than just the dead guard outside. There had been more than one failure that got it to this point. Softly he kissed her head as his hand gently soothed her back as she softly began to sob against the side of his neck. His eyes closed, he hated not being able to do anything to soothe her, to make everything that had transpired that morning disappear from her memory.

Theron looked between the couple on the couch, he too was not a stupid man. “Of course, Adira. I’m sorry for thinking you would have no problem otherwise. I did not mean to upset you.” Things were about to be very bad, he could tell from the way Caliban was caring for her. Already both of them were accepting her into their lives in her new role, and that meant that whoever threatened her would face a severe retribution.. “He is going to need to come back down here at some point, unfortunately. The men need to talk to him. Who do you want to stay with you at the mansion, once you are settled? I promise that we are not going to leave you up there alone.” He was treading much more carefully now. His voice was warm and understanding, realizing that he might not fully know all that had happened. He was not going to ask either.

“I..I..I don’t know.” Adira said around choked sobs, her arms now around Caliban tightening as she clung to him. “Can anyone keep me safe from Mircea?” Her eyes closed and she pressed against Caliban; he was the only one that she truly believed and trusted could.

“Theron, why don’t you stay with her and I’ll send up two more guards when I leave.” Caliban again kissed her head. “Theron will stay in the room with you and the others will be right outside the room. You need to rest and I need to find out what happened to lead to this. We’ll get you settled first and comfortable.” His hand gently ran over her hair in a soothing manner. Keeping her calm was his top priority at the moment. “Mircea is not going to get to you. I’ll kill him first, do you understand me?” Caliban’s tone was soft and comforting for someone who had just promised death to her ex-husband. “No one hurts what’s mine.” His arms tightened around her as his eyes met Theron’s. The expression on Caliban’s face did not match his comforting tone, instead it was one of intense fury. It was one Theron knew, and knew well. It was one that the men outside had best fear.

“Ok.” It was said so softly that neither Theron nor Caliban were sure that they had heard it, but her nod reinforced that Adira had said something.

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badlydrawndrawnings · 3 months

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Even More ASOUE Characters (Still The Adults)

And the Beatles Songs I Can't Help But Associate Them With, Part Two.

Montgomery 'Monty' Montgomery, Penny Lane (~Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs/Of every head he's had the pleasure to know/And all the people that come and go/Stop and say, "Hello"~)

Josephine Anwhistle, Octopus's Garden (~We would be so happy you and me/No one there to tell us what to do/I'd like to be under the sea/In an octopus' garden with you~)

Isaac 'Ike' Anwhistle, Here Comes the Sun (~Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces/Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here~)

Gregor Anwhistle, Strawberry Fields Forever (~Let me take you down/'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields/Nothing is real/And nothing to get hung about/Strawberry Fields Forever~)

Hector, Blackbird (~Blackbird singing in the dead of night/Take these broken wings and learn to fly/All your life/You were only waiting for this moment to arise~)

Madame Lulu, Tomorrow Never Knows (~Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream/It is not dying, it is not dying/Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void/It is shining, it is shining~)

Olivia Caliban, I'm Only Sleeping (~Keeping an eye on the world going by my window/Taking my time/Lying there and staring at the ceiling/Waiting for a sleepy feeling~)

R the Duchess of Winnipeg, Boys^ as cover by The Beatles [~My girl says when I kiss her lips/Get a thrill through her fingertips] + I Want to Hold Your Hand* (~Oh please, say to me/You'll let me be your man/And please, say to me/You'll let me hold your hand/You'll let me hold your hand/I want to hold your hand~)

^Originally a song by The Shirelles about how a girl feels about boys, I picked the cover version for R because given the irony about a man (Ringo, who sings the cover) singing about boys, I feel there's more irony by associating the cover with R, an implied canon lesbian, by changing the context of the cover: a woman who loves women 'singing' about the boys her lover dated/kissed before.

*Given that a cover version of I Want to Hold Your Hand appears in the movie Across the Universe (2007) with change of context being about a female's singer unrequited love for her female friend who is straight, I couldn't help myself but associate the song with R.

Captain Widdershins, The Fool on the Hill (~Day after day/Alone on a hill/The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still/But nobody wants to know him/They can see that he's just a fool/And he never gives an answer~) + (~But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down/And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round~)

Fernald, Hey Jude (~And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain/Don't carry the world upon your shoulders/For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool/By making his world a little colder) + (~Hey Jude, don't make it bad/Take a sad song and make it better/Remember to let her under your skin/Then you'll begin to make it/Better, better, better, better, better, better, oh!~)

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night-market-if · 1 year

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i haven’t seen my best friend in almost 2 years until today.

we went on a coffee date to catch up for the first time in a long time because life somehow poked holes into our plans and something always managed to get in the way. we went out to a coffee shop that’s connected to an old book store. it’s the place where we first met when we were 13. we’re both 24 now and we decided that it was the place we wanted to be when we see each other again. we caught up on our lives and i brought up my fixation on The Night Market.

i went into details about the amazing world building and the fleshed out characters that have their faults and their flaws but nevertheless deserve all the love. she became invested and used my laptop to read the chapters and fell in love with characters herself, we laughed over our love for caliban, because everyone deserves a caliban in their life and cried over her relating a little too much with hazel wanting her brother back. we teared up and took a healthy break when malcolm was pulled through the gate.

i held my tongue so she could get to experience all the twists and turns of the world you created. she read the latest patreon released chapter and was in awe with the ending and how she turned all milo’s red flags’ green out of simple denial and love for him. she compared milo to peter pan if peter ended up in The Night Market instead of Neverland. we ended up sitting and talking for hours until the coffee shop had to close. we promised that we would find a way to make time and get together again once you release the wip of the second book so we can pick up where the book left off.

i could go into more details but i won’t. i’m honestly surprised there isn’t a word limit on here because damn. i apologize for this being so long. i doubt that me telling you about my day is the last thing you expect to read whenever you receive this but i just got home a little while ago and i just wanted to tell how much i appreciate the time and effort it took to create such a masterpiece of a story. i appreciate you as a person for sharing your work with everyone and your passion for all of this is shown through every word you’ve written over the past year.

you deserve all the support in the world and congratulations on your kickstarter almost reaching it’s goal. my best friend and i decided we want to support you whenever we have the financial opportunity to.

you created something that people can bond over and you must be a special, special person to be able to do that. i had a small fear that when i saw her today, we would’ve realized that we’ve grown too much as adults to be able to connect again but if anything today just pulled us together closer than ever and i have you to thank for being a part of that. i wish you nothing but the best for not just you but your loved ones too.

from the bottom of my heart again, thank you. 💐

Well you made me cry.

As someone who connects with their best friend through stories and creativity, I get this one. Stories have been some of the best ways to connect with the people in my life and to know that this game helped you two in this situation is very personal to me. I didn't know my game could be considered something like that for someone else. The fact that it is only makes me feel so much gratitude towards all of you.

I am glad you and your friend were able to reconnect. I think the transition you are in right now is one of the hardest. You still have some really amazing connections in life but because you are trying hard to navigate how to do the adult world yourself, those connections can sometimes get lost. I promise you, good friends can go years without seeing each other, however, and pick right back up. And it will not always be this way. There is going to come a point where it can and will be different. You just got to give it time.

I have two amazing friends in my life. One, who I have known for 30 years. She is practically my sister but I only see her once a year because of life. The other, @mooreaux, who I rabidly see at least once or twice a week. Both of these individuals have always been story people with me and it's provided me with the best kind of friendship I could have. I hope for this for you and your friend.

I cannot wait for you two to start reading book 2 together. Please message me when you guys do. I would love to hear about your guys day.

With all my love,

Zinnia

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Unholy, holy trinity

Characters: Caliban x male reader, Nicholas Scratch x male reader

Universe: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Warnings: None

Being an angle and the prince of light, had his ups, you thought there were only ups to this position until Archangel Michael came to you in a hurry.

As hell began to break down, because of the disappearance of Lucifer, and the death of his daughter, one of the princes living there took the throne. One, without feelings. He declared war on humans, the moment he took the crown.

But before Michael would send the legions of heaven to stop the insanity, he wanted to try a diplomatic approach. That is where you came into play. Born to only do your job, you accepted of course. How could you say no to the general of heaven's army? Especially when he had drawn out his flaming sword?

That Michael and you had a hate relationship was nothing new. Your father had hidden you for a long, just to at one point, give you the status of a prince. Entirely to Michaels's dismay, because he thought this place was his.

Now you could see, how much he loved that you had this position because he could play you as he wanted.

You were sent down directly into hell. Your white aura and the golden wings, made me fear all of them there. Not one of them had a chance against an archangel. But the new lord of hell had only victory in his eyes.

„Even the all mighty angels are falling to my knees! Look at their pathetic weakness!“, you loudly exclaimed.

You could only scoff at his ignorance. „No, king made of clay. I was sent here to propose a marriage between hell and heaven. To stop an eternal war on earth, between the legions of heaven and the horde of hell.“

It was obvious, that you looked down at the king, on his throne, made out of lies. The magic he is wielding is heavenly in nature. What would he do if he knew?

„And who are you, that a marriage like this would bind both our homes?“

„I’m the crown prince of heaven. If my father should die, which is not possible, but if it should happen, I would ascent to become a god myself.“

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree after that. You could see the eagerness in his eyes. But he did not seem to understand that he would not become a god, it doesn’t matter what would happen.

As he walked down the stairs, you saw him half naked, a thin vest was over his shoulders and hid the sides of his toned body, while the rest was open to you. You would’ve lied if you had said, that he wasn’t attractive. You had feelings and lust too.

And born to follow your father, you did not care if someone was a man or a woman, but you still for yourself preferred the first.

Men like Caliban the king of hell. Even though he could be a bit bigger with a little more muscles, his athletic build was already good enough.

Shortly after he left his throne and came down to you, he walked around you, looking you up and down, even lifted your shirt a bit, at least the bit, that wasn’t held down by the armor you wore. He felt about your flawless toned body.

„I will talk to my advisors,“ he whispered into your ear before leaving you stranded with weak knees. You felt pathetic after all, so easily courted by a demon. But they were more or fewer children of your father and Lucifer, so nobody could tell, that you are weak, because both together have the charisma to break anyone.

You awaited his answer in hopes he would accept it. To be free from the shackles Michael had bound you to, would be a blessing you could not refuse. Especially not, if you eternity would have his look.

They came back not long after, a proud dirty smile on the face of the king. „We accept your offer.“

„We would also need a human in this alliance,“ you finally broke the last part of this agreement. At first, Caliban seemed disinterested. Until you told him, that it wasn’t important who would be chosen. As long as this person was a human though and through.

He was sold immediately after and even postponed the ceremony for finding the right person, which took alarmingly not even an hour.

As Caliban came back, with another man in shackles behind him, you immediately dissolved them, which also let Caliban’s smile fade, but you did not care. „An angel and a demon?“, the human asked with fear and curiosity in his voice.

„You really chose the ex-boyfriend of the last queen of hell?“ Your eyes couldn’t even as far into your head as you wanted.

„He already has experience with people like us, he is good-looking and as I heard from witches, a drug in bed,“ Caliban told you, while slithering around you, whispering in your ear.

Trying hard to not break your mask, you only nodded, „Okay, then let us bring this behind us!“

The day of marriage was not in hell or in heaven, but on earth, so symbolizes the trinity. All three tribes were there. Even Michael was there, but he did not look happy, that your mission was this successful. Strengthen your position as prince of heaven.

Just before you three, bound yourself to one another with an arm ring, which is normal in heaven, you were allowed to do something otherworldly.

„I’m allowed to give both of you a blessing. But before that, Nicholas? I will need to heal your broken soul.“ He looked stunned in your eyes.

„I thought only death could bring me peace?“

Again you scoffed loudly, „No that was a lie, Michael brought about humanity. We angels can heal broken souls, if you believe in us enough and ask for help. He just doesn’t want to have heaven full of beings he looks at as insects.“

While Nicholas stood there in stunned silence, you held your right hand above his head, while your left was over his heart. With a bright white light, everything vanished. His body was in perfect condition and his mind was free, from everything he had to endure.

„Your blessing will be immortality and in the same vain eternal youth.“ Another bright light, washed over Nicholas, as heavenly magic filled his body.

„And you Caliban were born out of clay and the wish of hell itself to have someone in power, that is from its own soil. I give you a real body, out of flesh and blood. To give me like Nicholas will, children to rule all the planes of existing one day.“

As the white bright light fell on Caliban this time, he screamed. Demons already wanted to attack, as the light vanished and a new Caliban stood in front of them. Longhorns, coming out of his head, his long blond hair became short. His eyes were black as the night surrounded by dark red veins. Taller and more muscles as you had wished. Now he looked like the king of hell, with four teeth two down and two up, sharp enough to rip someone into shreds.

His people stood there astonished, at the power you have in your and the new existence, of a real king of hell and not just a golem out of clay.

It was save to say, that the rest of the ceremony was a success as well. But what happened on the night of closing this holy, unholy trinity was just another story.

[Masterlist]

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zenosanalytic · 1 year

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Paintbrush, PlasGlue, and Holy Clippers: Day 8(+3): Base & Finishing

A day late cuz I decided to put Materials on the mini-stands and needed to seal that, but here we go!

Ok so: The Elf Rangers came with little seethrough stands of their own

which is an idea I actl like as it lets them fit well into any environment you might put together for an adventure, but the problem is the best way to transport minis is by gluing magnets to their bases and putting them in steel-or-iron-bottomed carriers, and these aren't recessed so a magnet doesn't have any place to fit. Of course, a wide enough one wouldn't settle the awkwardness and be stable enough for the mini to sit on, but you dont want TOO big a magnet or getting them off the carrying-surface becomes a pain. But: all that only occurred to me right now and I wanted to practice my basing anyway so I ditched these u_u

I had some small(23mm diameter) basic black minibases lying around so I used those instead. Since these are Roleplaying mini there's even less justification doing anything fancy for their basing that for GW ones but the thing is: I Want To u_u u_u So I stuck them to some painting stands with stickytack, and got out some caliban green and a #4 brush

I painted the bases green in two coats, and when that was dry, one at a time, painted some PVA glue onto their tops, then dunked them in battlefield rumble for ~10 seconds, gently pressed that in, then cleaned up the edges and gave it an hour to dry.

That's what it looked like at-application. I decided I'd try using varnish as a sealant for the bases this time so, after washing the brush under running water for a few minutes to make sure I'd gotten to glue out(as an aside: glue seems to help get stubborn paints out of the synthetic bristles on these brushes? Nothing rigorous about that aside, just me noticing the green pigment washed out much better when I was cleaning the glue from the brush than it did swishing it in the waterpot) and giving the glue an hour to dry and set, I got out my matte varnish(Stormshield again; I actl bought some vallejo matte varnish to try out but forgot X| X| X| I'll use it on the next project. I'd imagine they're pretty similar tho), painted that on with the same #4 brush making sure not to let it goop in all the recesses, then set them aside for a day.

So: back to the minis. I did my usual two coats of matte all over the figures over two day, but I DID decide to add a layer of gloss varnish to their hair just to make it POP that little bit more cuz 1)I FRIGGIN LOVE Hair, and 2)they're Elves, Dear Readers u.u u.u That meant another day of drying before I could do anything with them

THEY LOOK SO GOOD! And the photos really don't do them justice; the range of colors, spcl in Archer's hair, is Very Pleasing, and the gloss finish works particularly well with Handbow's dark hair :>(at somepoint I need to think up better names -__-) I DO feel like I maybe should have done a gloss finish on a few pieces of the armor, Archer's breastplate is spcl dull with the matte, but it still looks great; just something to file away for future projects. I suppose I COULD add a thinned down layer of gloss to a few places still but Im worried about putting too much varnish on.

Back to the bases. Here's the rubble after a day

I repeated the process to attach the grass; painting the PVA onto select areas(and being generous there to avoid the looseness with the Intercessors) then dunking it in the green field box. Simply because of it's nature as a bunch of small plastic threads I had to do some initial knocking off I didn't have to do with the rubble after the "pressing gently" step, and repeated the dunking a few times to get nice coverage. Here's how that looked at application, and then after an hour of drying.

Pre-sealing the grass is Beautifully, Fluffily Rambunctious, sticking up every which way, but the glue itself just wont be enough to keep it there, so I wanted to try sealing this with varnish too. But: I didn't just want to paint it directly On the grass, as that would flatten it. So instead, while sometimes spreading it to apply, I tried to kinda POKE the varnish at the base of the grass and onto the blades, kinda fluffing them as I went in an attempt to not lose all that wonderful chaotic frizz. Here they are at-application, and then a day later(friday morning) before I attached the minis.

I think I did a Really good job preserving the frizz on the left one(Archer's base), but kinda flubbed the technique a bit with HB's. It looked a BIT better after a day, tho.

So as you've noticed, and my above-the-cut alludes, the minis' include a little stand connecting their feet. Again: you don't really need to do anything about this, but I wanted to. The stand itself has a bit of a rocky or stone texture on it, so I COULD have painted it brown to present it as a sort of outcropping, or gray as just as large flat stone the characters are standing on, but I didn't want to do that SO: I got back out the caliban green and, using the same brush, painted THOSE, too, in maybe 1.5 coats, gave them an hour to dry, and... forgot to take any picks of it in my excitement to Get On With It -__- Oops

So I bscl did the same thing to incorporate the stands; I painted them with PVA, applied rock and then grass, sprinkling it on over their respective containers, let that dry for an hour, then painted on the varnish to seal. Here's some pics at-application

and some from this morning, after the varnish had dried

After taking these pics I used some PVA to attach some army painter tuffs(woodland, swamp, and meadow flowers) around the bases and here's how that looks!

And the Elves are Done!

For some absolute Crap Minis I didn't particularly care about I think they came out alright ^v^ ^v^ ^v^ The underbrush around Archer's feet might be A BIT over done tho :p :p How to do Hair was an interesting puzzle and I really liked how it came out in the end, with the gloss finish really helping to integrate those metallic highlights with the darker recess tones. It was Tough but Rewarding to work around all the sculpt-problems these ones had, but also opened up interesting possibilities, like the headplates/armortiaras, that I ended up really digging. Generally I think the contrast paints worked well, despite their sticking issues to this prime/plastic, and I feel like this project gave me a real good feel for what they can be used for in minipainting, as well as practice building up complex colors through layering, and next time I'll def try using a gloss-finish on the armor bits for a more fantasy-look. Next time I'd REALLY like to experiment with fantasy skintones :> I had fun with the basing and learned allot using this sealing methods though next I'd like to give spray-seals a go, and maybe painting the base rather than just relying on the mats themselves. Generally I like how everything turned out, but I think from now on I might just stick to unadorned black bases for these D&D minis as I feel like this more adorned approach kinda pushes against their practical function u_u

So Onward and Upward! For my next project I'll.... Need more photospace as I've already used my limit for this post :p :p I guess you'll have to wait and see uvu

#zA Paints #zA Hobbies #Nolzur's Marvelous Miniatures #Elves #Rangers #Elf Rangers #Basing #Varnishing #Hair #Hobbyposts

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quoteablebooks · 11 days

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Genre: Fiction, Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Rating: 4 out of 5

Content Warning: Death, Violence, Blood, Sexual content, Body horror, Torture, War, Sexism, Suicide

Summary:

Pull three people out of prison--a disgraced paladin, a convicted forger, and a heartless assassin. Give them weapons, carnivorous tattoos, and each other. Point them at the enemy.

What could possibly go wrong?

In the sequel to CLOCKWORK BOYS, Slate, Brenner, Caliban and Learned Edmund have arrived in Anuket City, the source of the mysterious Clockwork Boys. But the secrets they're keeping could well destroy them, before the city even gets the chance...

*Opinions*

I was really excited to get to The Wonder Engine after I finished Clockwork Boys, especially since the ending felt extremely abrupt. Upon reading the Author’s Note I found that T. Kingfisher wrote the two books as a single volume, but it was far too long to be published, so it was split into two. Still, it makes it a little more difficult to rate and review this book because while it feels like one long story, it is supposed to be two books that stand on their own.

As I mentioned, this book picked up immediately after the end of Clockwork Boys, with the group in Anuket City attempting to find a way to stop the Clockwork Boys before their magical tattoos eat them or they are killed by individuals in the city. While the group is more cohesive, tensions run high when they work toward stopping unstoppable creatures that no one knows how they are mad or how they work. The tension gets even worse when Caliban and Slate continue to dance around one another and Brenner does not take kindly to that. T. Kingfisher does a great job of weaving in the main storyline with all the other plot threads that she dropped along the way. Nothing was super surprising because as soon as the answer was revealed you saw all the foreshadowing that had been laid out beforehand.

There are absolutely brutal parts of this novel, there is an assassin of the group after all, but none of it seemed to be done for shock value. Even the final enemy that they encountered was extremely disturbing, but in a way that made sense given it’s connection to the Clockwork Boys. The action sequences were thrillings and every character continued to have their strengths and weaknesses to make the group work. Kingfisher also finally answers what Slate did to make her leave the city in the first place and the final pieces of what Caliban suffered and did in service to The Dreaming God. It is hard to talk about anything else without giving spoilers, but this is a well constructed story.

Anuket City did not see like a fully realized city, but the areas that the group went to in them felt alive and visceral. The Grey Church was probably my favorite location that the group goes to, even with the Crow Cages, but the arcanists quarter and gnoll Quarter were teeming and living things, but Anuket City was just words. Kingfisher did do a good job of setting up a society in a large city, with the gnoles being vial but ignored, and moving through narrow spaces. The titular Wonder Engine was spectacular, if slightly horrifying, and an image that will stay with me after reading the novel.

I love the way that T. Kingfisher writes her characters. To start with, they are all 30 and over, aside from Learned Edmund who is 19, and they act like it. That is not to say that their relationships aren’t messy, but that they realize this and have physical limitations that seem to be forgotten in a lot of other fantasy novels. The banter and interaction between the entire group was also truly entertaining and something that Kingfisher does extremely well. You love to hate Brenner and something truly love him, want to smack Caliban for being so nobel, to want to shake Slate for not trusting what is in front of her, and Learned Edmund is just so terribly naive. Each one of them is a full character with pasts, desires, skills, and weaknesses. Something I have found in the three books I have read from Kingfisher, all fantasy, is that she really writes character and humor is a way that I adore.

The romance between Slate and Caliban is the most frustrating will they won’t they slow burn, and I absolutely adored it. The thing is that Kingfisher write miscommunication in a way that is completely relatable, aka one of the characters stick their foot in their mouth and the other character responds appropriately. I also appreciate that Slate acted appropriately after the destruction of fight around the Wonder Engine, but there was still a realistic happy for now for these two characters. Not my favorite Kingfisher romance, but one of my favorite romances overall.

T. Kingfisher is slowly working her way up as my favorite authors and how she writes characters and dialogue makes me happy as a reader. This is a 4 star book for a lot of small issues that add up to knocking off a star rating, but still a very enjoyable reading experience. I highly recommend this duology.

#book review #booklr #4 out of 5 stars #t. kingfisher #The Wonder Engine #Clocktaur Wars Series

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mxtantrights · 3 years

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The magic-spy and the bird

the best friends brother trope is in my top 5 tropes. but I've also got a thing for angst. So here we areeeee. enjoy! <3

dick Grayson x f!reader

Jason Todd had asked you specifically to ask his brother out. And he did use the word brother, which you made a point to bring up. He shot it down but still decided to push his message towards you. You should ask Dick out. It wasn’t that simple.

“Jay I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” you said.

He chuckled, “Of course I did. I wouldn’t say it out loud if it wasn’t a well-cooked plan.”

You made a face at him.

“Okay look, all I'm saying is you’ve got nothing to lose. If anything you're way out of his league.” he said and then gulped down the rest of his beer.

You didn’t like beer and so you worked on a Pina colada. You had done the whole beer thing for years now. As a trained spy it was your go-to for missions at bars. Safe to say you were sick of ales, craft beers and everything in between.

“Ah yes, the magic using spy.” you nodded your head.

Jason nodded along with you.

“Exactly. Bird brains would eat that up.” he said.

“And when would I tell him that I knew about his secret identity? Before I tell him about mine or after?” you asked.

Jason sighed and raised his hand for another beer. You rolled your eyes at this. Once he had a thought it was very hard for him to let it go. Especially when it included a thought about people he cared for- no matter how much he claimed the opposite.

“All Im saying is, you never know until you try.”

“What are you a fortune cookie?”

“Fuck off. I’m being serious and I do give great advice you can ask Duke.”

2 DAYS LATER

You look at Caliban with bated breath. He had just gotten info on a magic-based rebellion. Work was tight when you rolled with the good guys for too long of a time. You blame that on two men on your life, Jason and Constantine.

“I’ll put in a good word for you.” he says.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And any-”

Before you can finish telling Caliban that he can call in a favor from you at anytime your surroundings change. In a flash you go from one of the underworld crime bars to a room you’ve never been in before.

You look around and sure enough you see the culprit. Constantine.

“There she is!” he smiles.

Not only did he summon you, he did so in front of an audience. Circled around him is Gotham’s crime fighting family. All of them except Jason, Cass and Duke. All of which know about your secret identity and would’ve stopped Constantine from summoning you. The rest of the family are all looking at you liked you’ve grown a second head.

You look down at what you’re wearing. The long sleeve off the shoulder skin tight black dress was the perfect choice for the club you were supposed to be in. Maybe not so much for a meeting with the Bats and his birds.

You look right ahead at Constantine, “I don’t like being summoned.”

“Ah, but you’re the best person I know for this job. I had to get you over here.” he says.

You take a quick look at all the other people in the room. Then at the screen behind them. Your information is plastered on it. Well, the information that you’ve decided to let the government think was yours. Your codename was at the top of the screen.

“Constantine says that you’re the best way into the underworld.” Batman says.

You’re confused to say the least. Constantine was Constantine, why would he call you in order to get them into the underworld when he can do it himself? It defeats the purpose of having to call him.

“I’m sorry,” you direct to Batman and then look at your friend, “I need you to state specifically what I’m needed for.”

Constantine moved from the family over to you. As he did you watched as Nightwing followed him with his own eyes. Now Dick knows you’re not just Jason’s friend from around Gotham. Great.

“Bats got intel that something it going down with this magic group, the-” he starts. “hex mutiny.” you finish.

“You already know about them?” Nightwing says.

“I was just getting someone to put in a good word for me with them before you summoned me here. You’ve got great timing you know that?” you say to Constantine.

He smiles, “Well then it seems like you can be of great service, spygames.”

“And what exactly would I be doing, if I can even get a spot with them?” you throw out the question to the family.

Red Robin crosses his arms, “We need someone on the inside to tell us what they are planning for Gotham.”

“I doubt they’d let a newbie in on their plans.”

“Good thing you won’t be a newbie.” Batman says.

Constantine conjures an amulet in his hand. You want to hit him over the head. He could really be a pain in the ass. You grab it from him.

“With this, you’ll be in the perfect position to get in and get out. Easy.” he says.

You shake your head, “Every time you say that I get a new scar.”

“I promise sweetheart. No scars this time.”

“Yeah yeah, you owe me for this.”

EXACTLY ONE WEEK LATER

You knew you would end up wounded. Typically with Constantine it was nothing deadly, or nothing your own magic couldn’t fix. But you knew that your luck had to run out some day. And it wasn't his fault.

After finding out what the group was really up to you couldn’t just let them operate. They weren’t really rebels. No they used that name to paint a narrative. They were fascists.

You held the wound to your waist to stop the bleeding. This would have to be the farthest you could go. There was no way you could run out of this. Not with the blood seeping through the cracks of your fingers.

At least you brunt the members down to the ash. It took a lot out of you. And that’s why you weren’t prepared for a hit that tore right through you.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Jason, or Redhood, said through the comms.

You leaned against the hallway wall.

At least you’d die someplace pretty. When you first came in you didn't notice how clean and meticulous everything was. There were painting of famous magicians on the walls. Along with some stolen art, a Van Gogh or two.

You ripped the amulet off your neck and felt the illusion fade. The necklace fell to the floor and you let out a pained breath.

“I think,” you coughed and on the clean wall was not splatters of blood, “this is it.”

You could hear Jason shouting on the other end. He was calling out your name, calling out for Constantine to come and help you. Duke was calling for you too. And you could’ve sworn you heard Cass say your name once.

With your only free hand you tried to open a portal out of the base. You knew it would be useless as you had a mortal wound and portal magic works best under no stress and panic, or blood loss. The usual light from your hands glowed faintly until it didn’t.

“Constantine can’t summon you?” Dick asked.

At that you let your body drag down the wall until you reached the floor. When you did sit down more blood came out. So you decided to lay down horizontally.

“Hey hey- I told you I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.” you hear Constantine through the comms.

You want to laugh, but it ends out more of a chocked gargle.

“I screwed up the mission. I deserve it.” you said.

“You did good. Better than any of us.” Batman said.

“Constantine you need to call in whatever favors you have to get her out of there. Now!” Jason shouted.

“Dont,” you started.

“No. We’re getting you out of there-”

“Jason, I’m not a saint. I never would’ve imagined going out like this.” you said.

Once you were born you were thrusted in this world. All you knew was to use magic as a weapon. To get ahead, to get power, to get the glory. And that lasted you until you turned 19.

Then Constantine crossed paths with you. He was the one to show you that magic has other uses. Such as helping and healing. You learned the best stuff from him. And you took what you learned and began to help in ways you could.

You didn’t go on the straight and narrow. Never did you consider yourself a morally correct person. Sometimes the lines were blurred, or they need to be blurred. And so you took down seedy organizations, went on recon missions all over the world.

It wasn’t justice. But it was close enough that you could sleep at night or the odd hours of the morning for more than four hours.

“Sweetheart I don’t break my promises.” Constantine said finally.

You were just beginning to feel your eyes grow heavy. The pain was starting to be comfortably numb. Then above you appeared someone you weren’t expecting in the slightest.

“Caliban?” you asked.

“You owe me double.”

4 DAYS LATER

When you woke up you felt battered and weak You weren’t used to these feelings and you weren’t used to being so close to death. Everyday was a new experience when you’re the Priestess of Espionage.

You cracked open one eye to find a couple of deviants at your side. Jason, Duke and Cass. The youngest took the chair next to you while Duke and Jason seemed to take the floor. Since they weren’t in their gear you guessed that you were out for longer than a couple of hours.

“Not my version of hell but I’ll allow it.” you say in a raspy voice.

It wakes everyone up.

Jason and Duke bolt to your bedside.

“Why’d you almost die on me?” and “Are you feeling okay?” come from them both, respectively. It makes you want to laugh but when you feel the ache in your waist you stop yourself.

“I’m alive, so there’s that. Positives.” you answer.

Jason shoots his younger siblings a look and they scurry out the room. You try to sit up to ask what it was for but he puts his hands up for you to stop any movement. So you lay back down.

“He would kill me if you tore your stitches.”

You shut your eyes, “Jason I don’t think Constantine would kill you per say.”

You hear the door opening so you decide to open your eyes. And sure enough you see Jason leaving the room and someone coming in. Dick Grayson, out of his suit as well.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t read his face. Besides the clear betrayal that was there. He definitely knew that you knew he’s Nightwing.

“Hi.” you say.

His face softens, “Hi.”

“I just want to say that I would’ve told you about who I am. Sooner that you think actually but this mission kinda derailed all of that.” you say.

With his arm crossed over his chest he nods, “How long did you know I was Nightwing?”

You wince.

“For about two years now. Once Jason told me he was Red it was hard to not notice the similarities of the Wayne family and the Bat one.”

He laughs at that and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must be going good if he wants to laugh.

“And when did he tell you that I like you?” he asks.

“He didn’t explicitly say that.”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you. But he’s the one who seems to be holding his breath this time. You try to hide the smirk you feel forming on your lips.

“What?” he asks.

“Jason had told me that I should ask you out. He didn’t say anything about you liking me.” you answer him.

The red tint that covered Dick Grayson was absolutely adorable.

He nods his head to himself. Twice.

“I- I’m gonna get Jason for you.” he moved to the door. And you don’t really know what to say. All your words get jumbled in your brain and you can’t put them together in a way that is smooth enough so you deicide to just try your best.

“If you were to ask me out, I would say yes.” you say.

He looks directly at you. Then his signature smirk appears.

“I’ll bring back some food for later.” he says.

“it’s a date.” you answer.

#dc x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #Dick Grayson imagine #nightwing imagine #dc imagine #dc #nightwing #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd x reader #Jason todd imagine

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ellewritesathing · 3 years

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Infernal VIII

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

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Masterlist Prev. | Part 8

Ever since you were eleven years old, you’d been going to the Paramount once a week with Theo to share a large popcorn with m&ms poured over the top, two large sodas, and the biggest bag of Sour Patch Kids that money from dog walking, tutoring, and scrounging between the couch cushions could buy. The dark was a blanket of safety and anonymity for an hour or two, and you loved it more than anything. It was two hours of you, Theo, and whatever rerun was showing that weekend. One of only two movie theatres in Greendale, The Paramount stood as a testament to friendship and the enduring power of bad cinema.

Sharing the Paramount and all its memories with Caliban was nerve-wracking.

If he noticed your non-stop fidgeting, he didn’t say anything. He was perfectly composed as he watched stressed out parents corral their screaming children - shoulders relaxed, mouth upturned, and hand easily laced through yours.

“You know, I never cared much for children,” he said. He suppressed a laugh when one of the kids threw pieces of popcorn at their dad. “But I’m starting to think they may not be such loathsome little creatures after all. Given a little direction, they could surpass any of Hell’s torturers.”

You would have laughed at his joke if you’d been listening, but you were too busy watching the specials board light up his face red, orange, and yellow that caught on the edges of his hair. “Is this your first date?” you asked.

Caliban raised an eyebrow as he turned to you and you stammered out an explanation. Impulse control had never been one of your strong suits, and it had been on the decline lately. Putting you out of your misery with a sly smile, he said, “Yes.”

“Wait-” you tugged on his hand slightly as the two of you moved forward in the line “-does that mean I’m your first kiss?”

Caliban laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “My first kiss was with a succubus.”

You weren’t sure what kind of answer you were expecting, but that particular one caught you off guard. “Oh. That’s pretty cool. Do you guys keep in touch?”

“Are you in touch with your first kiss?” Caliban asked, throwing another smile at you as the two of you walked over the counter. He let you order and pay in peace, but he asked again when you were flavoring the popcorn, clearly amused by your awkwardness.

You were in the middle of explaining that your first kiss had been on a dare at one of the worst, least supervised birthday parties you’d ever been to when someone bumped into and spilled your popcorn all over the floor. They kept walking.

They only cleared a few feet before the Darkness lashed out and you yelled at them. “Hey! Are you going to apologize?”

You recognized them once they turned around. He was one of the kids from the lacrosse team who’d bullied Theo back in freshman year. With possibly the fakest smile you’d seen, Charlie said, “Chill. It was an accident.”

“Apologize.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Say you’re sorry.”

His body relaxed and his eyes took on a familiar glassy, hollow quality as he mumbled an apology. You smiled.

“Good.” You took a step forward to close the distance between you. “Now give me your wallet.” He did so without a word, the charm overwhelming any reservations he may have had. He faltered slightly when you took out most of the cash, but you told him to be quiet. With a smile, you handed his wallet back to him. “Enjoy your movie.”

Charlie blinked twice, slowly, but then he nodded. “You too,” he said uncertainly. He stumbled down the hall and looked at you again as he rounded a corner, completely dumbstruck.

You waved at him, turning back to Caliban with a smile. “Ready to watch the movie?”

The easiness from earlier was gone; Caliban’s jaw was tense and his eyes were narrowed. He didn’t move from where he leaned against the wall. “What was that?”

You shrugged. “I wanted him to apologize.”

“Are you sure that’s all you wanted?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall. His movements were easy, but his words were strained.

“Yes,” you lied, unclenching your fists. When you stole a glance at your palms, they were coated in a thin layer of darkness, smudged around the area where you’d dug your nails in to keep from knocking the false smile off Charlie’s face.

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“Wait, so you’re like … Hannah Montana if she was a teenage witch and he’s like- what is he? Your Jesse?”

Out of all the reactions you’d imagined after telling your friends that the mother you’d spent your whole life looking for turned out to be a literal demon, a Hannah Montana comparison hadn’t even made the top ten.

“Harvey, don’t you think you’re being a little-”

To be fair, they’d handled the news about Lilith better than expected. Harvey was confused, Theo was happy you found your mom even if she’d tried to kill them all before, Sabrina helped smooth things over, and Roz admitted to having her suspicions for a while.

“What? I’m just trying to understand why the guy that tried to rule Hell and enslave us all is sitting on my couch.”

It was only when things came to Caliban that their understanding faltered. Even Sabrina, trying her best, didn't quite understand.

“I’m sitting on your couch because I was invited, Huckleberry Finn.”

After defeating the Darkness and unbinding your powers, you’d gone to Sabrina’s with a tub of ice cream and explained everything. A weight that had been slowly crushing you was lifted off your chest that night, but it came back in full force with every angry word from Harvey. It wasn’t like you’d expected him to understand, but you’d hoped he would at least try.

“Okay!” Standing up, you let out a weighty breath and held out your hands to stop them from speaking. “Will you two stop antagonizing one another for five minutes?”

Reluctantly, Caliban nodded as Harvey collapsed back in his chair and grumbled, “Fine, but I still don’t like him.”

“You don’t have to like him. You just have to respect that I like him,” you said. Harvey didn’t seem convinced, so you sighed and tried to come up with a new strategy. Finally, you stopped pacing and turned to Harvey. “Do you know what it’s like to feel like a piece of you is missing?” To Roz, “Like there’s something wrong with you because you just don’t fit in with everyone else?” To Theo, “And then you figure out what it is and you can’t tell anyone because you don’t think they’d care about you anymore if they found out?” You wiped your face haphazardly and stared at the Smashing Pumpkins poster peeling off the back wall. “It fucking sucks.”

“And I’m sorry you had to go through all that,” Harvey said, standing up and blocking your view of the poster. “I am. But you can’t expect me to be okay after finding out that you spent the last three months lying to everyone and dating that asshole.”

“I didn’t want to lie to you!” You felt the Darkness rising in your throat and did your best to push it down. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you looked back at Harvey and tried not to cry. “Is it so hard to believe that I was scared to tell you, or did you forget when you cut Sabrina out of your life when she told you?”

Harvey frowned. His hand twitched at his side as he glanced at Sabrina. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Yeah, I know, because she was the most important person in your life and I’m just the kid that lives next door.” Your voice broke and Harvey stepped forward to give you a hug. The Darkness lurched at the movement and you stepped back to keep it from hurting him. Taking another step back, you started gathering your stuff. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Hey, just hold on a second, okay?” Harvey tried to grab your wrist to stop you, and you couldn’t stop the Darkness from lashing out this time.

“Don’t touch me.”

Harvey frowned, his hand outstretched and frozen, and a familiar, glassy film cloud covered his eyes. The air was sucked out of the room as Harvey blinked and tried to recover. His hand still hung in the air. Your heart broke.

“I need to go,” you rushed out, scrambling for the door. You didn’t care about the stuff you dropped or the fact that Caliban was sitting on the couch the last you saw - all you cared about was getting out before you did anything worse. Still, you froze in the doorway. Over your shoulder, you mustered up all your courage and said, “I’m sorry.”

You weren’t sure if any of your friends heard you over their concern for Harvey or if they just didn’t want to respond, but at least Caliban caught up to you in the silence. He didn’t reach out for you for the rest of the night, all he did was stare at you with stormy, unfathomable eyes.

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Hilda Spellman was the closest thing you’d ever had to a mother; she was warm and inviting, and always made your favorite cupcakes if you were having a bad day. She made sure that your dad always had something on the table for dinner. She took you shopping every year before school started. She let you stay in their house for almost a month when you were convinced that your bedroom was haunted. Hilda Spellman deserved nothing but happiness.

So why couldn’t you suck it up for one day and give her the perfect wedding that she deserved?

Because, despite your best efforts, you were still upset at how things had unfolded with your friends. While Theo and Roz forgave you for lying and accepted you for being a witch, they weren’t sure they could give Caliban a chance after he lashed out at Harvey. Talking to Harvey might have solved that problem, but he was pretty much set on avoiding you. You didn't blame him after what you did to him, even if he didn't know what exactly it was you did to him.

All this drama might not have been an issue otherwise, but they were the only people you knew at this wedding. So far, the only other people to show up were witches that were preoccupied with either the Uninvited or the incubus on the loose.

When you noticed Nick had disappeared from door duty, you finished your drink and set the glass down. Sliding in next to Sabrina, you bumped her arm with your elbow and held your hand out for some of the programs. “Need a hand?”

“Not really, but I’ll take the company,” she said with a smile. She handed you a stack of creamy pink programs and laughed wistfully. “Nick was supposed to help me with this but he’d rather get busy with Prudence in the coat closet.”

You tried not to laugh as you handed a program to a very solemn-looking witch. “Yeah, well, at least he’s talking to you,” you said, watching the witch disappear into the steadily growing crowd.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Harvey will come around,” she said, pausing to smile as she handed out another program. “He’s just scared of losing you in all this.”

“You know, Caliban actually said something similar after we left the other night.” This time, you didn’t bother hiding your laughter. Sabrina didn’t bat an eye at taking on an eldritch terror, but the possibility of Caliban having a valid point seemed to shake her to her core. “He said that I shouldn’t be so hard on Harvey because all he wants is to keep me safe, but this is the one thing that he can’t protect me from. The magic and … getting my heart broken.”

Sabrina tried to reign in her surprise, but she still seemed stunned as she handed out another program. “That … actually makes sense.”

“Weird, right?” You stole a look at the line forming outside the church and your heart ached when you saw your friends lugging their band equipment through the parking lot. It was going to be a long night.

Sabrina followed your gaze and sighed. “So ... where is Caliban? You RSVPed that you were bringing a plus-one but I don’t see him anywhere.”

You tore your eyes away from the band to hand out another program. Shaking your head, you said, “I was going to bring him, but then I figured that this was Hilda’s special day and she didn't need a fistfight between her lead singer and a plus one.”

“Well, I think you should bring him,” Sabrina said. “What? Just because I’m going to be sad and alone the whole night doesn’t mean you have to.”

So, after a quick check with Hilda, you invited Caliban. He agreed to come, if you promised to talk to him about your lesser angels creeping in.

You could feel Harvey staring at the back of your head throughout the whole ceremony, but Theo sat next to you and Robin said he’d save you guys a seat at the reception. Things were starting to look up, even if they were a little weird.

As awkward as the ceremony had been, the reception was great. Caliban was as charming as ever, winning over Theo and Robin and making witches swoon left and right. Despite all your time together, you’d never seen him this comfortable around others. A room without demons or humans, it seemed, was where you found common ground.

Until Sabrina’s toast.

She lost credibility before she even opened her mouth by stumbling up the stage steps. Opening with a joke, she had a solid two and a half seconds before she started drawing attention to every couple in the nearby vicinity - starting with Harvey and Roz, glossing over Theo and Robin to mention you and Caliban, and eventually landing on Nick and Prudence. Sabrina tried to save the toast by circling back to Hilda, but it was too late. She crashed into the drums, said she’d be single for a century and a half, and was dragged off-stage by Zelda while the Fright Club scrambled to perform their set.

Amidst the chaos, Caliban ducked his head closer to yours and brought his drink to his lips. “You know,” he said, pausing to take a sip, “If you’d told me how much fun these gatherings were, I would have come with you a long time ago.”

Rolling your eyes, you took his drink and shifted in your seat so you could lean against him. “Does that mean I can sign you up for the book club?”

“That depends. What are we reading?” Caliban asked. He looked away from the stage to meet your eyes.

“The Feminine Mystique.”

“Oh, okay.”

Laughing, you tilted your head up to kiss his jaw. Settling back into your seat and intertwining your hands, you said, “Well, if it counts for anything, I’m glad you’re here now.”

If you thought the worst part of the night was Sabrina’s toast, you were totally and completely unprepared for the incubus attack. It jumped from Theo to Harvey to Melvin before landing in the Uninvited. Their eyes were wild for a moment, but then the Uninvited shuddered as their eyes returned to a deep, empty brown. They’d eaten the incubus, and moments later they bit into Dorian’s heart like an apple.

There was something unbearably sad about the Uninvited, and the Darkness within you ached to fix them. It didn’t matter that they toasted to the end of all things, all that mattered was that they were alone. You started reaching out for them when Caliban took his hand in yours and pulled you closer to him.

“I am the Herald of the Void. I feast on the hearts of those that reject me. And someone here turned me away, therefore, death to you all.” The Uninvited smiled and downed whatever had been in their glass.

Tipping your glass towards the Uninvited, you drank to their toast as Hilda apologized for turning them away. She tried to invite them, but the Uninvited said it was too late. They’d already been turned away.

Nick stepped forward as the one that had turned the Uninvited away to sacrifice himself, but Sabrina tugged him back by the edge of his sleeve. Prudence was one step behind, holding Nick close to her chest as Sabrina offered the Uninvited a heart of sorts. She explained that she’s been wandering a cosmos of her own lately, feeling hopelessly alone, and just wanting to belong somewhere with someone. If they got married, the Uninvited would have her heart and a place to belong, always. Forevermore, they’d be the Invited.

The Darkness grew unruly as the Uninvited considered her proposal, and for a moment you thought they’d do as the Darkness wanted and rip Sabrina’s heart from her ribcage. Instead, all they did was nod.

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Cold bit at your fingertips as you sat, knees pulled up to your chest, on the wall outside the desecrated church, but the stolen Mother’s Ruin kept your stomach warm. The sun had disappeared somewhere between the fake wedding and trapping the Uninvited in Sabrina’s old dollhouse, October chill coming in with the night sky, but you welcomed the change. Indifferent sunshine to apathetic stars.

Pouring out a bit of gin on the dead flowers below, you said a silent prayer for the Uninvited. Not for forgiveness, but maybe understanding. Hoping it would make the Darkness subside.

The crunching of dried grass underfoot interrupted your thoughts.

“This seat taken?”

You shrugged but moved over all the same to make space for Harvey. He threw a lanky leg over the side of the wall as he let out a deep breath. When he was settled, you offered him some of the Mother’s Ruin but he shook his head.

“No, uh, I’m good. Thanks though.” Harvey drummed uncertainly on the sides of the wall, watching carefully as you drank his rejected share of the gin. “So I was thinking about something the Uninvited said back there - about wandering around all alone until the terrors welcomed them to their club?”

Raising an eyebrow, you asked, “Are you about to call my boyfriend a terror?”

Harvey laughed, a deep, unsure sound, and looked down at the wall again. “Well, he is, but no.” He sighed and tried to get back to his point. “Look, I know I’m not the best at handling change. When Sabrina … I don’t know. It just- it kills me that you felt like you felt so alone and didn’t think you could talk to me.”

“Harvey-”

“Wait, let me finish.” Harvey took another deep breath. His nose was red, either from the cold or because he was holding back tears. “I never ever wanted to be the reason why you got hurt. But I was, and I’m sorry that I made you feel like that.”

You slid your hand over his. “Thank you,” you said quietly.

“I’m still not done.”

“Of course, you’re not.”

Harvey choked out another laugh and smiled. “Don’t tell Theo but you’re my best friend. And if Caliban makes you happy then … I kinda owe it to you to give him a shot.”

“So you’ll stop antagonizing him?” you asked, sitting up a bit straighter and pointing the bottle of gin at Harvey’s chest.

“Well, I never said that,” Harvey said dramatically. He laughed and pulled his other leg over the wall, taking the bottle from you and pulling a face after he tasted it. “Okay, what stars are we looking at tonight?”

You threw your legs over the side and let out a deep breath as you leaned against Harvey’s arm. “Fuck if I know. Tommy was the one who remembered all that stuff.”

“You just wanna make some up?” Harvey asked. He put his arm around your shoulder and handed the bottle back to you.

Hugging the bottle to your chest to keep the Darkness warm as it slept, you looked up to the sky and pointed to a cluster of stars. “That one’s you because it’s ugly.”

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topazy · 3 years

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The fierce and broken

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“Anya, look! Over there.”

You glanced at a fire in the distance. Oh, great. Burning alive would probably be better than whatever Anya had planned for you. You didn’t understand why she hadn’t just killed you? Was she toying with you? Anya stood up, “a signal fire.”

“Reapers.”

Anya glared at you before turning to face Tristan. “Let them know we see it. I'll send my fastest rider to warm the commander.”

“Is the boy dead?” Anya asked the masked grounder.

He nodded. No, no, no. Finn couldn’t be dead. How could you have let them kill him? You should have done more. He was your friend and he trusted you to have his back. You fought back tears not wanting to give the grounders the satisfaction of seeing your pain.

“Good,” she looked down at you. “Kill the girl, then catch up.”

The moment Anya turned her back you tried to run away, but the masked grounder yanked on your chains.

______

The first thing you saw when you awoke a two headed horse. You said nothing, pretending to still be unconscious. Try and live a little longer. The horse suddenly came to a halt at a hilltop, where the grounder surprisingly let you down gently.

You took a few steps back, prepared to run when a rustling noise from behind caught your attention. Tears of happiness threatened to spill from your eyes when Finn appeared from behind some trees. You ran over and hugged him, “Finn. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I don't understand how...”

“Lincoln saved my life. He killed one of his own people to do it.”

You turned to see the masked grounder remove his mask, it was Lincoln. “That signal fire? That was you?”

He nodded, “we needed a distraction.”

“And I’d say it worked.”

Lincoln looked at Finn before shaking his head, “not well enough.”

You and Finn turned to see another signal fire in the distance. Finn looked worried, “what does it mean?”

“It means Anya knows Alba is not dead,” Lincoln turned away and started to walk towards the tree lines. “We need to hurry. Let's hope they follow the horse.”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Somewhere they won’t follow.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, as Lincoln lead you towards some caves. “where does this lead to?”

“Everywhere. There's a tunnel to your camp. If we make it through, we should get there before Tristan.” Just as you reached the tunnels arrows started to fly pass you. “Go. Go!”

______

Once I’m the Reaper tunnels, Lincoln lit a small fire to make a torch and told us we needed to keep moving. I noticed him limping slightly, it was hard to notice in the dim light but I eventually saw the arrow sticking out of his side.

You interrupted Finn and Lincoln’s conversation about reapers to offer Lincoln some help. “I should clean that before it gets infected.”

Lincoln shrugged at your offer, “I've fought battles with worse wounds than this.”

“We're not in a battle right now,” you pointed out.

“Yes, we are.”

You looked at him curiously for a moment, watching as he pushed the arrow out of his side. “Why are you helping us?”

“This can't just be about Octavia,” Finn added

“You don’t need to tell us,” you shook your head. “Give me your knife, I’m going to heat the blade. You might want something to bite down on.”

Lincoln scoffed. “You people are so soft. If you don't learn to be more,” he let out a whine of pain as you pressed the blade against his skin to stop the bleeding. “What my people are doing to yours is wrong.”

You gave Lincoln a minute to rest before he insisted on walking again. Finn studied the grounder reading a map. “Wait. If you never were down here, how'd you map it?”

“Spoils of war.”

Finn shook his head still confused by Lincoln’s comment, but you understood it straight away. He had taken it off a dead body. You put a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a noise of disgust when you saw trailers piles of bodies. Finn put his arm in front of you, “did you hear that?”

You shook your head, and waited. Then you heard it, shouting in the distance.

“What is that?” You asked in a whisper.

“Reapers.” Lincoln handed a book and knife to Finn, “make sure Octavia gets them.” The shouting was getting louder, meaning the reapers were getting closer. “I'm gonna lead them away. Wait until they follow me, then run.”

You frowned, “I’d they catch you they will kill you.”

Finn spoke with Lincoln briefly before he went off. You and Finn ran as far as you could until a reaper found you. The reaper shoved you to the ground and held a knife up to Finn’s throat. Oh shit. Finn reached for a rock and bashed the reaper of the head with it. A look of horror washed over his face when the realisation of what he did sunk in.

Grounder, reaper, sky crew. It didn’t matter. All of them were human.

You rushed over to Finn and pressed your hands to his face, trying to get his attention away from the dead body by his feet. “Don’t look at him, look at me!” Finn slowly looked at you. “I know how it feels, I slit Caliban's throat to try and save myself, save you, get back to camp and warn them.” You suddenly felt your own tears threatening to spill. “We need to keep going okay?”

You stop by a stream where Finn begins to wash the reaper blood of his hands, while you did your best to clean your face of dried blood, dirt, and sweat the best you could. You did this in silence until Finn cleared his throat. “Do you think I should have fought for her?”

“Finn, don’t.”

“Clarke, I love her.” He stopped washing his hands and sat on the ground. “I’m in love with her.”

You could sense his hesitation, “but?”

“I love Raven and...”

“You broke her heart,” you sighed. “Finn this isn’t any of my business, please don’t drag me into this. We need to focus on getting back.”

“Yeah, your right.” He stood up again, and offered you a hand to your feet. “I just want to say one more thing, thank you.”

You looked at him puzzled, “what for?”

“Coming on this adventure with me,” he said with a chuckle. “Al you would have tried to save that grounder's life even if I wasn’t at risk. You have been there for Octavia, Raven, hell you even look out for Murphy. And if I wasn’t for you I’m sure I would be dead.”

“Lincoln would have saved you.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at you, “I don’t know if he would have fought so hard for just me.”

You opened your mouth to argue that he was wrong when a loud explosion came from the direction of the camp. “We need to go now.”

______

“Alba and Finn! They're back!”

Bellamy, Miller, and Octavia rushed to the gates when they saw you entering the camp. “Is everyone okay? We heard an explosion. What happened?”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, “Murphy happened.”

You noticed the bruising that was around Bellamy’s neck. Murphy...you couldn’t dwell on what your friend might have done. Jasper ran over to the small group, “Thank God! Where have you been? Where's Monty?”

“Monty’s gone?” You asked, shocked.

“We need to leave, now.” Finn said cutting in, “All of us do. There's an army of grounders, unlike anything we've ever seen, coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.”

“Like hell we do!” Bellamy snapped. “We knew this was coming.”

“Not like this,” you said stepping forward. “Believe me when I say we aren’t strong enough to fight them off, if it wasn’t for Lincoln we would be dead. I don’t know what your decision is, but you better make it fast.”

Octavia turned from her brother to face you, “you saw Lincoln?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He killed one of his own to save us.”

“You expect us to trust a grounder?” Bellamy scoffed. “This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind that wall in this ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away. They think that because we came from the sky, we don't belong here. But they're yet to realize one very important fact. We are on the ground now, and that means we are grounders!”

A few delinquents began chanting with Bellamy while Finn gave Octavia the gifts from Lincoln. Clarke walked over and added her input as well, while you looked around the camp for Raven.

Just as you opened your mouth to ask if anybody had seen her, you noticed her. “Raven!” You screamed running towards her, “Raven!”

You heard Bellamy saying that Murphy shot her. Finn caught Raven before she fell to the ground, “get her into the drop-ship!”

_______

You clenched your teeth as Raven squeezed your hand painfully tight as Clarke cauterised the gunshot wound.

Finn was pacing back and forth, “how did Murphy even get a gun?”

“Long story.”

“We got lucky.” Raven smiled. “If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we'd all be dead.”

You frowned not finding the joke funny. Raven had become a good friend to you, and truthfully you’d be lost without her.

“Wait, there's rocket fuel down there? Enough to build a bomb?” Clarke asked.

You eyes Clarke suspiciously, you had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking. Raven tried to sit up, “enough to build hundreds of bombs... if we had any gunpowder left.”

“What about the reapers?” Bellamy asked, changing the subject. “Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?”

You share a look with Finn before shaking your head, “they won’t help, trust me.”

Finn stepped back, “can Raven walk or not?”

“No.” Clarke answered, “we will need to carry her.”

“The hell you will.” Raven tried to get off the table, “I'm good to go.”

“Hey, your not going anywhere.” Raven pulled at a face at you, “the bullet is still inside you. Until we take it out you can’t go anywhere, it’s not safe.”

You felt guilty, but you were determined to keep Raven safe. You listened to Finn and Bellamy bicker between themselves before you had enough. “Will guys stop it?” They both turned to stare at you. “The grounders are coming now, if we are going to leave it needs to be now. Finn I need you to help me find a stretcher.”______

Bellamy started to lead the delinquents into the forest with Clarke, and Finn standing beside him at the front. Octavia was on lookout, you had a brief reunion with your friend before you left camp. Octavia hugged you and filled you in on what Murphy had done. Sighing you glanced down at Raven, who looked pissed. She wasn’t happy about being carried on a stretcher.

Suddenly everybody came to a halt, something was wrong. “Everybody get back to camp now!”

The delinquents quickly turned around and headed back to the camp, as the gunners went back to their posts as you helped Raven get back inside the drop-ship.

You helped her sit down, “are you okay?”

“I am,” she nodded. “I’m glad you are back...I was so worried when you and Finn never came back.”

You crouched down to Raven’s level when she started to cry. “I’m not going to lie it was rough, but me and Finn are fine. And you will be too, soon as this is all over Clarke will fix you up.”

Raven shook her head, you for the feeling something else had happened. “That’s not it...I got...I don’t even know what I was thinking. When you guys were gone I slept with Bellamy.” You stared at her wide-eyed not knowing what to say. “You guys were almost being killed while I was-”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut her off. “What happened before doesn’t matter, we need to focus on surviving tonight.”

Raven opened her mouth to reply when Finn, Clarke, and Bellamy entered the drop-ship. “We've got twenty five rifles with twenty rounds each, give or take. Roughly five hundred rounds of ammo. While you two were gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined.”

You watched as Raven shifted awkwardly, you wondered if she had any feelings for the leader of the camp. “Partly minded, thanks to Murphy.”

“Still, it's the main route in.” Bellamy pointed out. “If the grounders use it, we'll know. She also built grenades.”

Clarke frowned, “it’s not many.”

Raven flung her head back, “again. Thank you Murphy.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, looking even more pissed than before. “We'll make them count. If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back.”

“Then what?” You asked.

“Them we close the door and pray,” Raven said softly.

While you half heartedly listened to the others talking you tried to think what you could do. Hearing Raven say how she had no gun powder gave you an idea. “What if we don't use a bomb, what if we blast off instead?”

Raven smiled at you. “Draw them in close, then fire the rockets. A ring of fire. I like your thinking Al.”

“Will it work?” Finn asked, obviously not convinced.

“If we give Raven enough time it will.”

______

You, Clarke and Finn were underneath the dropship, looking for its ignition system when you heard Raven calling out. “Somethings wrong, we need to go back.”

You quickly claimed back towards her, you walked towards her worried. “Raven what’s wrong?”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

You shared a knowing glance with Clarke.

“Okay let me check you again,” Clarke said helping Raven turn over. “Al can you give me a hand.”

After Clarke checked Raven over you discovered she was bleeding internally. The bullet was lodged somewhere in her spine. Finn had left to go find coagulant stuff that the Grounders use, while Jasper revealed he could split a wire and had come in to lend a hand.

You and Clarke had decided that one of you needed to stay with Raven. “You should stay Al,” Clarke said in a low voice. “She needs you more than me, besides I’m going to go check how things are going. Call me if you need anything.”

You nodded in agreement, “okay, be safe out there.” You turned and walked back towards Raven and Jasper. “Tell me again how this is going to work?”

Raven rolled her eyes at your question. “Told you five times already. Current flows to the electromagnet. That opens the poppet valve. Rockets fire.”

You fought the lump in the back of your throat, you knew Raven didn’t have long left. If the grounders weren’t attacking she would maybe have a chance, but without the time or correct equipment she didn’t have a good chance. You just prayed and hoped Finn found what he needed, because you needed Raven to live.

“Clarke! I need Clarke!” You yelled as Raven started to become unconscious. “Please don’t die on me,” you sobbed. “You are a fighter Reyes, don’t let go.”

You stood up, “Jasper keep wiring. I’m going to see what’s going on.” You stepped outside the drop-ship and ran towards Finn the moment you saw him, “you got what we need?”

He nodded, and handed you the medicine before picking up a gun. The grounders had breached the wall. You ran alongside Clarke back into the drop-ship, you rushed towards Raven and injected her with the coagulant, and prayed it was enough.

Hearing a loud screaming noise you turned to see Anya had joined you in the drop-ship. Clarke glanced at you before yelling, “Jasper now!”

You saw Jasper hitting the button, but it didn’t work. Anya suddenly jumped towards you with two blades in hand when Miller, along with some others, stopped her. “Stop wait!” You yelled when you saw Miller was about to kill her, “you can’t do this. We aren’t grounders, we don’t do this.”

Just as you finished talking Jasper hit the button again, and this time it worked. You tried your best not to think about Octavia, Finn, and Bellamy who weren’t inside with you. A few moments after the ship landed again Clarke opened the doors to reveal the devastation outside.

“Aren’t you coming?” Clarke asked looking back at you.

“No, I’m going to stay with Raven.” Kneeling down to Raven’s level you sighed, “you done it Reyes, you saved us all.”

She remained completely still, you started to blink tears away. She wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be dead. You stood up hearing a commotion coming from outside.

You grabbed a spare blade that was lying around and stepped in front of your unconscious friend protectively. The room was quickly filled with a thick red smoke that made it hard to breath.

You fell to the ground gasping as men in hazmat suits walked towards you.

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seershaa · 3 years

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*rolling my eyes

my issues with caos part 4, & possibly the show’s entirety? because what the actual fuck was that?!

killing off the main character; ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY WAYS TO PREVENT HER DEATH!

i’m sorry but, the cain pit exists.

robin could’ve easily grabbed everyone and pandora’s box in time. (they just chose not to for the sake of having her die.)

mambo or whoever they were, gave a box to zelda for her to shake when she needed something; SHAKE IT AND ASK FOR SABRINA BACK???

nick is a necromancer, so what the hell? he could’ve found a way. let’s not play games here.

if we were to accept her death (even though i wil not), you couldn’t at least let her reunite with her mother instead of nick?

there’s no way diana wouldn’t meet her daughter at the pearly gates okay? it’s dumb that they didn’t at least include her appearance at the end, or at all?

making nick kill himself was a bad decision. point blank.

it sends a bad message and it also makes their relationship completely toxic. he should have been written better, there’s potential for him. he doesn’t only have to exist just to be sabrina’s love interest.

this is just my opinion but, having both of her fathers reject her was extremely lame.

EDWARD SPELLMAN

i find it really hard to believe that edward didn’t love his daughter. that sends a terrible message to us as well.

write it like harry potter and have him love his daughter, even after death.

(i know technically their souls were a little wacked out, and it was possible that edward didn’t mean what he said but, have it confirmed somehow instead of letting us assume he was fuck face in the end.)

excuse my language and word choice lol.

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

even though the sabrina you were given was the one you grew attached to, doesn’t make earth sabrina any less your daughter. she still came from your nutsack bro. she’s still yours.

they gave the most plain ass writing for prudence. she’s a great character and they could’ve gave her more important things to do with her screen time. at least she got to rip apart her dad, so there’s a plus.

Both judith/leticia and judas were just wasted potential.

they could’ve had them go their separate ways by having judith side with the spellman’s while her brother chose faustus. it may have been predictable but it would’ve been better than nothing.

the actors just stood around and did nothing the entire time; that just disrespectful to the actors.

i hate that there’s been a few ways to prevent death and end immortality (the spear, the mark of cain, etc.) WHATS STOPPING ANYONE FROM ASKING FOR THE MARK OF CAIN? LILITH COULDN’T GIVE IT TO HERSELF?

the spear could’ve been really handy back in season 2??? that would’ve been one way to end lucifer back then, huh? better yet just don’t have that kind of thing be written in because it causes too many issues.

alsooooo i’d like to mention that satan’s angelic form was only brought back after sabrina blew the horn, right? (i can’t remember)

WHICH MEANS he has always been a goat man since after falling from grace. so, there was no way in hell he would’ve looked human when making the deal with the satanic metal band.

THAT’S A PLOTHOLE and it doesn’t make any sense.

lucifer wouldn’t keep caliban around after discovering he tried to kill his unborn son, so that’s another stupid thing. it just doesn’t make any logical sense. THE HOT MAN OF CLAY WAS TRYING TO OVERTHROW YOU.

i’m still a little frustrated right now, so i’m probably going to come back and write a part two, i just can’t think right now lol. so here, tell me what’s y’all think.

#caos.#seershaa; complains.#the chilling adventures of sabrina #sabrina spellman #caos #caos part 4 #fuck that ending.

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years

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Welcome back fans to yet another match up of the ROOSTER TEETH CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

Today we have a dynamic duo of fighters stepping into the ring who’ve been a constant thorn in our heroes rear since season three!

First up we have the temptress of fate, the illusionist supreme, the simp queen that’d make anime harem protagonists seem like hugh hefner, give it up for EMERALD!

Next up we have her counter part, the man with the plan which involves mostly kicking, has shotguns in his legs, and was trained by an assassin father who he immediately murdered when finished, iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s MERCURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let the fight begin!

Yang: *Rides in on motorcycle and jumps off* Mercury: Ready for a rematch blondie? Yang: I’m just here to break your other leg. Mercury: *Takes fighting stance* Aw, sounds like someone’s still upset from out last fight. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Draws both pistols and twirls* Carolina: Do you really think you can hurt me with those toys? Emerald: *use semblance to turn into Text* Tex: We both know I don’t need a gun to hurt you. Carolina: *Draws pistols* What the hell is going on!? ------------------------------------------------------------------- Mercury: *Walks in and shotgun kicks the air* Caboose: I knew one day you would come for me. Mercury: I don’t even know you. Caboose: *Pulls out freckles* You can’t make me take tap dancing lessons again, I won’t let you take me! ------------------------------------------------------------------ Don: *Walks in brushing off lint* Emerald: I have to fight a butler? Don: If I wanted to talk to a street rat I would have brought in Toth. Emerald: *Draws guns* Oh, I’m going to enjoy this. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Wyoming: *Walks in stroking mustache* Mercury: Oh joy, another prick with an accent. Wyoming: Oh goodie, another cripple with anger issues; how original. Mercury: *Kicks the air* You shut your mouth! ------------------------------------------------------------------ Nemesis: *Nano tech cloud slowly forms Nemesis* Emerald: *Attempts to hide with illusions* Nemesis: *Eyes rotate towards her* I-I-I-I-I Seeee you. Emerald: *Draws weapons* What are you?! ------------------------------------------------------------------- Nomad: *Walks in, wind blowing poncho* Mercury: Listen straw man; just turn around an leave. Nomad: *Shrugs and turns around* Mercury: *Shoots leg at Nomad but misses* Damn, almost worked. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Walks in twirling weapons* Sarge: My principles don’t allow me to hit a lady. Emerald: That’s what i thought old man. Sarge: *Cocks shotgun* And just like the end of an election my principles just changed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Mercury: *Leaps in kicking air* Kazu: What, do you have a thing for bruce lee? Mercury: Who the hell is that? Kazu: *Cracks knuckles* Someone who can beat your ass with two fingers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Walks in twirling guns* Cinder: I told you to stay at the base. Emerald: But I wanted to help. Cinder: *Glows red with fire* Your wants mean nothing to me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Mercury: *Leaps in kicking air* Carolina: Let me guess, your daddy never loved you? Mercury: I killed my father. Carolina: *Draws pistols* Get in line. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Walks in twirling guns* Pyrrha: I learned what you did to me at the arena. Emerald: If you had made it any easier to trick you you’d be on our side. Pyrrha: *twirls rifle into spear* It saddens me to know there are people like you in the world. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Cammie: *Walks in and picks up nugget* Mercury: Kid, you better scram before you get hurt. Cammie: *hacks legs and makes mercury kick himself* Mercury: Scratch that, now I want to hurt you. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Skout: *Walks in and drops backpack* Emerald: This isn’t afield trip kid. Skout: I’ll have you know I was trained by the Toth herself and can handle myself. Emerald: *Draws pistols* Oh no, you’ve been trained by a failed bounty hunter; whatever will I do? ---------------------------------------------------------------- Felix: *Walks in twirling knife* Mercury: If you’re going to tell me you don’t want to fight because of my legs you can save it. Felix: Oh no; I’d beat the ever loving crap out of you regardless if you had real legs or not. Mercury: *Kicks the air* Finally, someone I can relate to. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Walks in twirling weapons* Locus: You can still turn back; find a better path. Emerald: It’s too late for me.....I’ve come too far to turn back now! Locus: *Activates cloak* It’s never too late to do the right thing. ------------------------------------------------------------- Mercury: *Walks in kicking air* Cinder: I told you to wait at the hideout. Mercury: I never was one to follow the rules. Cinder: *Lights up with fire* Then suffer the consequences. --------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Walks in twirling weapons* Rufus: For all your wonderful abilities you waste them on being a petty thief. Emerald: Fitting that someone whose never lived on the streets cold and hungry telling me what Is best for me. Rufus: *Caliban walks in but is stopped by Rufus* Yet another victim of our worlds greed. --------------------------------------------------------------- Mercury: *Walks in kicking air* Dr. Grey: What fascinating prosthetics; can I study them? Mercury: Touch me and you die lady. Dr. Grey: *Pulls out scalpel* That’s okay, I’ll study them once I pry them off your lifeless body. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Walks in twirling weapons* Neo: *Stares sarcastically at her* Emerald: What do you want you creepy mute? Neo: *Eyes change color and sword tip extends from umbrella.* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mercury: *Walks in kicking air* Qrow: You’re helping Salem to destroy the world, don’t you get that!? Mercury: From what I’ve seen it deserve to be burned down. Qrow: *Draws scythe* She really knows how to pick the broken ones doesn’t she. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald: *Walks in twirling weapons* Tyrian: Aw, it must hurt loving someone who feels nothing for you? Emerald: You don’t know cinder, she cares about me! Tyrian: *Throws off coat and extends axes* Keep telling yourself that; it’ll make the moment she cuts you loose all the sweeter hehehahahahahahah!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------ Penny: *Hero Lands* Mercury: Didn’t we kill you like twice now? Penny: I am fully functional and combat ready! Mercury: *Shrugs* Aw well, third times the charm. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Grif: *Walks in scratching balls* Emerald: hope you’re not afraid to hit a girl. Grif: bitch I will curb stomp you into the ground for waking me up from my 3pm nap. Emerald: *Draws weapons* But it’s 8am.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Church: *Walks in with sniper rifle* Mercury: If it isn’t the sniper who can’t hit anything. Church: I’d mock you back but you’ve had such little screen time last three seasons you might as well be Whitley. Mercury: *Kicks shotgun at Church who dodges* you take that back!

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cvriolanus · 4 years

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pretty thing | caliban imagine

a/n: hello! this is my very first oneshot for caliban, as well as my first time writing again in over two years... please be patient with me, any mistakes or errors are my own. if you want to request something caliban related, just message me! i’ll be happy to write for you! also, feedback is always appreciated! thank you.

plot: you and caliban get up to some fun in Hell’s library.

warnings: fem!reader, manipulation, cocky caliban, sexual tension, fluff but not really??

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Caliban didn’t know what to make of you.

You confused him, so oblivious of his affection towards you. Caliban was drawn to you the moment he felt your presence, lingering next to the daughter of the Dark Lord, Sabrina Spellman.

Your bright eyes, shining in interest at the setting around you. Completely unaware of the hungry looks half the court was making at you, it made his insides burn. Unfortunately, he could do little to stop it. You weren’t his, you didn’t belong to him. The only thing Caliban could do was watch you from afar, making sure nothing happened to you, he made sure you were safe. That nobody would lay a finger on you or he’d drag them to Hell himself and make sure that their bodies were unrecognizable once he was finished. He could be cruel, he was aware of that already, but for you — he wasn’t sure how far he’d go to make sure that nobody would harm you. The thought alone infuriated him and he had no idea why.

You would often accompany Sabrina to Hell, asking if she could bring you along since the first time you went to Hell, something making you want to go back to that horrid place again and again — you just didn’t know what exactly what or rather more, who it was. It all started when you, Roz, Theo, Harvey and Sabrina went to Hell to get Sabrina’s boyfriend back.

You weren’t completely sure what it was, but the feeling was there all around you. You felt warm, protected and safe. You didn’t know if the warmth came from Hell itself, but you knew for sure that Hell wasn’t exactly a safe place... If anything, you’d most likely be killed the moment a demon laid their greedy eyes on you.

Sabrina listened to you, at first thinking that you’ve gone mental, but after hearing you out she decided that it wouldn’t hurt. As long as you stayed close to her and didn’t wander off, then you could go. The only downside was that you had to wear a pair of deadman shoes again.

Today was your third time in Hell, Sabrina was sitting on the throne discussing business with Lilith as usual, the only unusual thing was that there was now a man there that you recognized from the ‘Shores of Sorrow’. He was standing next to the Plague King’s, whispering to each other while the nameless man, with dirty blond hair and flawless skin, watched you with piercing eyes.

You didn’t know who he was, just that he was gorgeous and apparently likes building sandcastles. He also seems to like watching you, since the moment you’ve arrived, he hasn’t looked away. His eyes were intense, his face blank of emotion and he did nothing but stand there with the Kings and listen, occasionally giving a nod of understanding.

You swallowed, shrinking more and more into the corner, until Sabrina called your name. You had to practically tear your eyes away from the man, or else he’d probably think you’re the crazy one. You looked up to find Sabrina frowning at you, before opening her mouth. “Why don’t you and I hit the library? Lilith was just telling me that Hell has its very own personal library, one that my father used to use when he wanted to be alone. It has all these ancient texts and I know how much you love to read.”

You smiled softly, nodding. “Yeah, that sounds lovely. Show me the way, ‘Brina.” Sabrina smiled brightly, before taking your hand into hers and leading you to the library. Once the two of you got there, Lilith immediately pops up in a tornado of raging flames, giving Sabrina a hard glare. “I told you that you could visit the library after your duties were finished for the day.”

Sabrina looked sheepish, opening her mouth to make up an excuse, but you beat her right to it. “Oh, Sabrina was just showing me the way here since she knows how much I love to read, she was afraid I’d get lost and felt that I needed to escape since I looked a little out of place,” you replied smoothly.

Lilith looked like she didn’t believe you, which she probably didn’t, but she nodded anyways. “Quite. You will stay here until Sabrina is finished, and then, and only then, she will come back to collect you to bring you back home, mortals don’t belong here anyways.”

You frowned, “Alright.” Sabrina shook her head, clearly disapproving of the way Lilith seemed to talk down at you, instead of with you. “Come Sabrina, we still have much to discuss.” Lilith spoke, clearly feeling impatient by the way she was tapping her foot against the hard marble. Sabrina gave you an apologetic look, promising you that she wouldn’t be long.

Once the two of them left, you went ahead and went through the many isles of bookshelves. This had to be the biggest library you’ve ever stepped foot into, it was at least twenty times bigger than the one at the Academy, it just had to be.

You roamed the different isles of books, running your fingertips over the spines of books gently. You wondered if you could do some research and find out why you were so drawn to Hell. As you collected the books you found that would be helpful, you made your way to the back of the library, seeing a bunch of cherry-wooden tables lined up with chairs for your pleasure.

You grinned, grateful as you hurriedly dropped the books on the table with a huff, they were absolutely heavy. You sat down, taking the first book in your view and opening it up, trailing your finger down the table of contents. Of course, there was a massive fireplace crackling away, keeping the library warm and comfortable.

A hour had passed, with you already halfway through the giant book when you heard the large, oak doors slam shut. You jumped, easily spooked out by the loud sound. You lifted your head, wincing slightly from your neck cracking. “Hello?” you asked, wondering if Sabrina had returned.

Nobody answered.

You were certain that you heard the doors to the library open and close, so you decided to get up and investigate. With your heart pounding against your ribcage frantically, you carefully got up and made your way to the nearest isle of books. With a shaky breath, you called out again. “Sabrina? Is that you?” Maybe whoever it was couldn’t hear you since this place was so massive, but it was so quiet in here... surely, that couldn’t be the case.

You walked slowly, your sneakers luckily not making any noise which you were thankful for. You heard another sound suddenly, and it sounded like a cry for help, a woman’s cry. “H-Hello? Please answer me,” you begged, beginning to really panic now. The crying grew closer with each step you took, seeming to get louder and louder as the person crying was full on screaming now, shaking the walls of this place.

You quickly ran down the long isle, not noticing a pair of eyes on you. As you went to go another way, the crying stopped. It was silent, except from your heavy breathing.

“You have the most beautiful heartbeat.”

You let out a loud cry, grabbing a heavy book from the shelf and swinging it at the intruder behind you, before they abruptly grasped your wrist tightly to stop your movements.

It was the man from the beach.

Your eyes immediately widened, “Y-You again, how did you—“

“I followed you. Figured a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be left alone down here, where anything could get to you and tear up that pretty face of yours.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, making your nose scrunch up a bit. “Who are you?” you asked, your voice stern, eyes ablazed. “You nearly gave me a heart attack, I thought someone was hurt or worse—“

“I’m sorry I frightened you, sweetheart. But I must admit, I do like a game of cat and mouse quite a lot. As for who I am, I’m Caliban, Prince of Hell,” Caliban spoke, his voice deep and smooth like velvet.

You instantly felt your heart sink at his words, like a giant grenade bomb going off in you. “Oh,” you spoke dumbly. “Prince of Hell?” you questioned, still slightly shaken from this whole encounter. Caliban, the Prince of Hell, smiled. It was breathtaking. Caliban hummed softly, still holding your wrists in his strong grasp. “What would the Prince of Hell be doing following a mortal girl like me?” you wondered aloud.

Caliban chuckled softly, finally letting go of you and taking a step back, running long fingers through his blond hair lazily. “I’ve been following you, for the last couple of weeks... don’t tell me you haven’t felt my presence near you, I know that you could feel me,” Caliban purred, taking a step towards you, daringly.

Your mouth went dry, not sure you heard him correctly. “But why? You don’t know me, I’m just—“

“Beautiful,” Caliban interrupted, his voice low as his eyes seemed to dilate. You let out a nervous laugh, shifting from foot to foot. Caliban’s pink lips curled up into a smirk, “Would you like to join me in bed?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head, “What? No! I don’t—I don’t even know you! You could kill me!” Caliban let out a small laugh at your naive tone, backing you up against a bookshelf, his arms trapping you. Your breathing increased, pressing your back against the shelf until the hard wood was digging into your back uncomfortably, making you let out a small wince. His eyes lit up at the noise.

“I won’t hurt you, not unless you enjoy pain,” Caliban spoke, looking down at you with a hungry look in his eyes. Caliban bent so that his face was just mere centimeters away from yours, now breathing the same air as you. The familiar feelings of warmth surrounded you again, but you didn’t feel safe this time. Your lips parted, about to tell this guy to fuck off, but Caliban was quicker, pressing his lips against yours desperately.

You let out a low whine, immediately gripping Caliban’s arms just as he deepened the kiss, swiping his hot tongue over your bottom lip, making you whimper. You didn’t even notice, but you began kissing him back just as fiercely, craving his hot mouth on yours. “Please,” you begged, brokenly. You didn’t know what you were asking from him, but he seemed to know exactly what you needed.

Caliban pressed his entire body against yours, your nipples hardening at the feel of his hard body against your own. Caliban brought up his right hand, cupping the side of your face while continuing to kiss you passionately, his tongue now stroking yours eagerly, his thumb gently stroking your jaw. The Prince of Hell noticed how sensitive you were, he could smell the honey pooling between your legs. It was making him crazy, feral almost.

“Let me fuck you,” Caliban rasped, pulling only a inch away, grinding his hardness into your hips, making you let out a shaky moan. You didn’t know what the fuck was going on, one minute you were desperate to get away from this man, the next he had you pinned up against a bookshelf, kissing you senseless.

You were about to respond, but the library doors slammed open, your eyes following the sound of footsteps grow closer and closer. You swallowed, your skin beginning to feel damp with sweat. A voice you recognized called your name, making your heart begin to race once again. It was Sabrina. “You have to go,” you pleaded Caliban, who only seemed annoyed at being interrupted from his time with you.

A idea seemed to pop into his head only a second later, his lips forming a gorgeous smirk, “No,” he purred, bending down so that his lips ghosted over your ear. His lips began trailing down your neck, peppering wet kisses against your soft skin, lightly sucking on your pulse point.

You let out a needy moan, throwing your head back with a soft thump as it collided with the hard bookshelf, though you paid it little attention, too focused on this man that was making your legs weak.

Sabrina’s voice broke you out of your little world once again, startling you. She was coming closer. “Pretty thing. Are you scared of your friend finding us back here?” Caliban growled, nipping lightly at your neck before he pressed his lips against yours once more, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “She’d be so disappointed with you...” he trailed off, leaving you to your dark thoughts. “Just think, you’re getting felt up by the one person who your dear friend Sabrina is fighting against to claim the throne of Hell, is now about to fuck her best friend in the back of her father’s library. How scandalous,” he tutted, before letting out a soft laugh as he pressed another kiss against your plump lips.

“N-No, you can’t,” you wailed, trying to break free of his power over you. Caliban smiled, shaking his head. “Yes, I can.” Tears were prickling at your eyes, making them burn with angst. “Please, Caliban—I’ll do anything,” you whimpered.

Caliban seemed to pause at your words, hearing Sabrina’s heels clicking against the marble flooring, most likely trying to find you in this maze, but unbeknownst to both of you, Caliban had the two of you cloaked. Caliban pulled back slightly, looking at the tears pooling in your pretty eyes. He frowned, letting out a aggravated sigh. “Anything?”

You nodded frantically, your lips parting to try and compromise with this man. “Yes,” you breathed. “I promise.”

Caliban smiled, showing off his straight, white teeth. “Alright, well since you promise...” he trailed off, playfully. Caliban looked at you for a minute longer, savoring the way you looked to his memory. You were perfect in his eyes.

“I’ll be waiting for you tonight,” Caliban said, pulling away from you, though staying close. “Make sure you’re awake, or I’ll be very displeased.”

“Tonight?” you asked, puzzled.

“In your bedroom, midnight. See you then, pretty thing.”

With that being said, Caliban disappeared into a whirl of flames, making you jump. The second he was gone, Sabrina came around the corner, a smile on her face. “There you are! Sweet Satan, I was looking all over for you. Are you okay? I’m so sorry I left you alone, but business in Hell is a little... overwhelming.”

You shook your head, smiling as you tried blinking away your tears. “I’m fine, let’s get out of here, yeah?”

Sabrina sighed, nodding at you. “Absolutely, I’m starving. You want to grab something to eat? Maybe we can catch a movie later to, if you’re willing to stay over.”

You agreed happily, “Sure, I just can’t be out too late.”

Sabrina wiggled her eyebrows at you, walking by your side to the entrance of the library. “Ooh, you’ve got plans with someone or something?”

You grinned, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of him. “Or something.”

Sabrina laughed, taking your hand so that she could bring you back to earth. You would never openly admit it, but you were looking forward to later that night.

fin

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the-neverletmegoxo · 4 years

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The Fae and the Prince

Author: Ok people! This is a doozy! Too be honest I love a good build up! Stay tuned for the next part where Y/N and Caliban spend the night.. :)

Summary: The Carnival!! FINALLY!

Part 6:

Your eyes quickly readjusted to the inside of the dim tent. The smell of jasmine and incense were so overwhelming, you had to hold a cough in. You glanced around the intimate room, noticing a few candles lit with some plush velvet floor cushions scattered in various places and an old gramophone with a broken pavillon.

“Hello?” you said announcing yourself.

You sat down hoping whoever was telling fortunes would find you ready to spend your tokens. You saw a book that looked as though it had been read over 100 times. Being your curious self, you reached out to turn it towards you, Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft.

‘Why would a fortuneteller have a book on—Oh no. Oh shit.’ As you went to stand up and get the hell out of there, a voice interrupted your next move.

“Here to get your fortune told?”

“Oh, uh, actually I have to leave. I completely forgot I left my oven on at home.”

“I don’t think you’ll be heading home after what happened earlier this evening.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

You stopped in your tracks, slowly turning toward the fortuneteller. She looked as though she had stepped right out of a silent film from the ‘30s. Her short, curly bob was perfectly pinned to frame her face. She was wearing a velvet shawl and a shift nightie. The woman’s eye makeup smoked to make her purple eyes pop out of her face. ‘Purple?’ Normally, this would terrify you, but there was something alluring that made you walk towards her.

“What did you just say?”

“Sit, child. Let me read your fortune.” She formed a smile that caused your heart to start thumping out of your chest.

Some force made you sit back down. “Now let’s read the cards.” She laid out three cards. You had seen readings done before, and you knew this wouldn’t be a typical reading.

“The Devil. Interesting. Opposites attract they say and with where this is placed it could be very pleasurable for you. In way, though, it could mean enslavement for you.”

You glanced away from the card and looked at the woman. She had an enticing smirk on her face. She licked her lips, and it gave you the chills.

“The Tower. Now this does not seem to match, but it could coincide with The Devil in the sense of disaster. It could also mean that you may be challenging outdated beliefs. A lover maybe. Something has been tormenting you, my dear.”

You thought to the conversation you and Caliban had, about never being able to be together. Maybe, somehow, someway, you could figure out a way for the two of you to be together.

‘Y/N. What are you thinking? You ca—. What’s that?’ It sounded like a hum.

You titled your head and looked at the woman. Her grin had grown into full on Cheshire.

“Everything alright, my dear?” Her voice had an angelic tone to it, but at the same time sounded muffled. You nodded your head sleepily. “Now that I have your full attention, let us finish the fortune.” She flipped the last card. Death. ‘How perfect?’ you thought. You giggled to yourself, pulling your hands up to your mouth to try to hush the chortle.

“Yes, my dear, Death. How befitting? Now, let’s get you something to drink.”

She grabbed both of your hands and pulled you out of the chair. The woman twirled you towards the back room. The lullaby still ringing in your ears.

She pushed you onto one of the floor pillows. The weight of your head flew back. It was as if you had no support from your neck. Your body felt completely limp. You were a dead weight. With nothing to support your head, you slowly turned toward the fortuneteller, who was concocting some by her bar cart.

‘Hmm. How funny. Such a silly, silly room.’ You giggled once again.

“Hush, my sweet child, this won’t last for very long.” She walked towards you, carrying what looked like a gold goblet.

Everything was blurry now. You rolled your head back. Something in your gut told you this wasn’t right, but something else said that this song was so sweet; everything was going to be ok. Your eyes slowly rolled back in your head.

A strong scent of what you thought was bubblegum, brought you back to your “senses.” The gold glass was now directly in front of you.

“Now sip, my dear. The warm liquid will just sting a bit, but I promise, you and I will go to someplace fun.”

You tried lifting your head to take a sip, suddenly realizing how dry your mouth was. Something to drink sounded perfect.

The woman reached for the back of your neck to help lift you up. Her hand, surprisingly cold. Your bottom lip touched the stark, cold, metal cup. All of the sudden the liquid spilled all over the pillow.

The cold hand supporting the back of your head disappeared. A warm one replaced the support of your neck. You no longer felt the plush pillow on your back, but instead the cold, autumn air. Your arms were completely limp, but you could feel a body beneath your left one, that was tucked by your side. Someone was carrying you and fast. You could feel the wind whip your hair over your face and suddenly it stopped. You felt the damp grass press into your back. You heard muffled voices moving around you. You moaned and rolled your head to the side, and then everything went black.

A warm breath tickled your ear.

“Y/N. Y/N, please wake up. Why isn’t it working? You call yourself a witch?” a voice said through their teeth.

“It should work. Just give it time. It needs time. At least that’s what my aunties said.”

You could feel that same warm hand, that lifted your neck, hold onto yours. Every so often, it would squeeze yours to reassure you, whoever it was, was still there. Your mind, still groggy, recognized that hand. ‘Caliban.’ You moaned from the pain you felt in your head. Your eyes slowly blinked open, and then immediately shut. Too much. You rolled over, forehead against the grass.

“Y/N” a husky tone said, no louder than a whisper. A hand immediately went to the small of your back and then to your shoulder to help you sit up.

“Y/N! Oh, thank Satan! You’re alive!” You slowly opened your eyes and saw Sabrina, Roz and Theo kneeling in front of you. The three of them went in for a hug.

“Oh!” you yelped in pain. The three pulled back, realizing you were sore from whatever happened to you. You didn’t know what the hell happened to you. You just remember a hum. You looked up and saw Harvey, Nick and Robin standing over the group of you. You glanced behind you, remembering the hand at the base of your backside. You looked up to the eyes of your protector, Caliban. He gave you a small smile, accepting your thank you.

“Y/N. What in Lucifer’s name happened to you?” “I have no idea. I walked into the fortuneteller’s tent to get my tarot read and then the last thing I remember is hearing a lullaby and smelling bubblegum.”

Sabrina’s face drained of its natural color. “What? What is going on? What do you know?” you asked the group in an exasperated tone.

“Well we were all doing our own thing at the carnival and Nick and I met up with Roz and Harvey, when Roz saw Caliban running toward the tent you described,” Sabrina said.

Roz jumped in, “Then all of the sudden I received a cunning vision of a mermaid with a drink and she was singing. Harvey had to jerk me awake because my lungs started filling with water.”

“And then Robin and I saw Roz choking and ran over to see what was up. When she woke from the vision, she ran towards the forest. That’s when we saw Caliban kneeling over you trying to wake you.”

“A siren,” a deep voice interrupted the explanation. “It was a siren, not a mermaid.” Caliban turned toward you and went on to tell you the rest of what you couldn’t recall. “I called for Sabrina and told her what I thought had happened. You were pulled into a trance by a siren. I didn’t think you drank any of her potion, so I explained to Sabrina what happened.”

“Well you should have mentioned the bubblegum smell, Caliban. If she had, things would have been a lot worse and that spell wouldn’t have worked,” Sabrina snapped at the Prince of Hell.

“I flung all of the contents out of that siren’s goblet. And besides her color was normal” Caliban gritted through his teeth.

“What do you know about that kind of poisoning, you couldn’t even save her!”

“Enough!” you screamed at the two of them. “Please. Please the ringing in my ears hasn’t gone away yet.”

‘Sorry,’ Sabrina mouthed to you.

You gave her a reassuring smile. “Can someone just, please, take me home?”

“I will,” Caliban whispered to you.

“Caliban. Why must you insert yourself into our problems?” Sabrina snorted.

“’Brina. Stop. Enough already, the both of you. I think Caliban has proven himself worthy to be trusted by our group.” You gave her a glare and she gave in. “Besides, you guys need to figure out what the hell that was that hypnotized me and make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else in Greendale, ok? I’m going to go back to your place, ‘Brina, and sleep this day off.”

She gave you a warm smile. With that, you hugged the group, said your goodbyes and made your way back to the mortuary with Caliban.

As the group walked away to go figure out what was going in this carnival, you still sat on the ground.

“Are you ok to walk? We can wait here for a while, until you feel comfortable to go.” Caliban looked at you with sorrowful eyes.

“I’m totally good. Besides, I wanna get the hell out of here. I never want to see those pagans again.” You went to push yourself off the ground, as you stood for a second, to regain your balance, you wobbled and knew you were head straight for the ground. Caliban immediately caught you. Your hand grasped onto his upper arm. You looked up your savior. “You always seem to be saving me.”

“Someone’s got to” Caliban said in half whisper. “I’ll help you walk, just wrap your arm around my waist.” Your eyes went wide looking back up at the prince.

“Trust me, fae. I’m not going to try anything, especially since you’re incapacitated.” You gave a small laugh. He wrapped one of his hands around your waist the other held your arm that wrapped around his waist.

The two of you walked slowly towards the Spellman’s House, for you were too weak to partake in Caliban’s “fire transportation magic trick.”

Every now and then, you would look up at the Prince of Hell. The moon was perfectly accenting his facial features. You were careful not to stare too long, in case he caught you admiring him. “Like what you see, fae?” he said in a sarcastic tone.

‘How did he know?’ you gave a small laugh-cough. “No it’s just—ha! Umm, how much longer?”

“Well at this pace, we won’t be there until dawn.” Without even giving you a chance to respond, he hoisted you up into his arms, as if you were as light as a feather.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “What, fae? You said how long and that you wanted to get the hell out of there. And besides you’re too weak to walk, not to mention teleport.”

You shook your head in defeat.

Before you knew it, Caliban was setting you down, carefully, on the Spellman’s porch.

Surprisingly the lights weren’t on. You knew Sabrina and Nick wouldn’t be there, but were a little confused as to why the aunties weren’t. On your way in, you saw the guest house lights on. That was reassuring to know your mom was there. You sent her a text, letting her know that you were back safe, although she probably wouldn’t respond, for it was well past her bedtime.

You turned toward Caliban, not realizing his hand was still on your waist. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“You sure you’re going to be ok? I’m happy to escort you inside, fae.” “Caliban, I’m fine. I promise you.”

“Ok, well I’ll be out here. I’ll see you in the morning.” “What? What do you mean you’ll be out here?”

“You think I’m leaving you in this house alone? No way, fae.”

“It’s too cold out her—.”

“Fae, I’m the Prince of Hell. I don’t get cold.”

“Ok, well at least come inside for some tea.” You went to walk towards the door, and your legs felt like Jell-O. You started swaying to the left and Caliban caught you again.

“Ok, this is getting really old…” He laughed, wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you inside. You didn’t know how long he would stay, but it was nice to know you wouldn’t be alone tonight.

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