#his other nickname for himself was Caliban

[thequietabsolute]

Hounds of Love :: Caligula

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

for the ask game: 001 favorite character (sandman), character you felt the writers screwed up (any media), 002 gabby/pierce, calliope/corinthian [eyes emoji]

Oooh for favorite Sandman character, definitely the Corinthian! He’s just - he’s everything! He’s queer, he’s a fuck up, he’s weird, he’s *trying*, he’s constantly looking to partner up with other people to help him overthrow his boss, he’s manipulative but not necessarily *good* at it. I love that he loves life, and loves humanity in his own way. He’s a nightmare, so his love is nightmarish and monstrous, but he’s so capable of having fun and there is something tragic about him being punished for being true to his nature. I’m not sure he’s really capable of being any way other than what he is, and I adore that for him.

I especially love him contrasted against the collectors - they’re all so full of resentment and spite, they’ve all invented narratives where they’re justified in killing their victims, and the Corinthian doesn’t need that at all! He doesn’t hate his victims! He’s a monster, he doesn’t need to justify what he’s doing. His speech to them was kind of hilarious in that it sort of missed the mark about why *they* kill - most of them aren’t really killing to kill at all! And when they speculate on the reasons for his name, and he kinda demurs?? Because it’s just his name! It’s not some badass moniker he came up with for himself like the rest of them. It is literally just his name.

Character I felt the writers screwed up… urgh, not to drag myself back into the OFMD fandom (yikes), but as someone who binged season 1 and was hella excited where season 2 would take the story… I gotta say Ed Teach. I won’t get too far down this rabbit hole, but needless to say, if you choose to write your co-protagonist and romantic lead as an abusive monster, that’s fine, but please actually follow-through, don’t just hand-wave it all away when it starts to headbutt against the “sunshine friendship&romance” plot you wanna tell

Gabby/Pierce

when or if I started shipping it: Not until I saw that deleted scene a few months ago!! God, I’m still feral over it. That he calls her by a nickname - that there was clearly a friendship between them, if not more – and it makes so much sense with how hyped up he’s acting right after her death, like he’s keeping himself going on willpower and Ritalin, and the way he looks so solemn when he’s telling Caliban people don’t change?? GAH. It’s a ship I didn’t think about for YEARS but has grabbed me right by the throat.

my thoughts: That I love it. That I want it. That there’s an entire movie about Gabby and Pierce’s relationship we only catch glimpses of the tail-end of, and I’ll never stop screaming about that.

What makes me happy about them: That they were friends!! She’s a nurse and he was the Reaver commander, but he *knew* her well enough to know that she loved comic books (like him!) They’re very different people – she doesn’t strike me as someone that would be drawn in to his posturing, and he’s hinted at being kinda nerdy and quiet at points in the movie where he’s not fronting, and I love the implication that she saw a side of him he doesn’t normally show to people.

What makes me sad about them: y’know it’s a tough call, but probably the part where she gets killed either by him or his Reavers on his command 😭 although it does add a deliciously tragic edge to it too

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: that there’s not more of it!

Things I look for in fanfic: assuming there was more fanfic of the two of them, I’d probably look for fanfics that explored Pierce being… maybe not *softer*, but more vulnerable with Gabby, but without making him OOC (I like my boy with his off-putting, nasty streak!) Them being drawn in to the aspects of each other that they don’t feel as comfortable showing is *chef’s kiss*

My kinks: ooh definitely femdom, CNC (i can see them switching roles for that one), pegging, and MFM threesomes with a “forced bi” roleplay element, light bondage

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Probably Logan!

My happily ever after for them: Gabby was just faking being dead and digs Pierce out of the ground 😭😭 Always in love with endings where Pierce gets to be her extra good guard dog

Calliope/Corinthian

when or if I started shipping it: A while back (maybe a year ago now?) a friend of mine in a server drew a gorgeous piece of Calliope/Corinthian art (the one I attached to the tumblr post linking to my story, with their permission), and I was hooked after that!

my thoughts: Corinthian deserves a better master than Dream tbh, and I love him with an actual goddess who understands some part of his whole personhood situation. Someone who respects him as an individual, but also understands that if he doesn’t have someone holding his own leash pretty tightly (and giving him plenty of enrichment and affection), he’s gonna go off and do *sooo* many murders because that’s just who he is. And I love Calliope getting to indulge in some messy sex after her ordeal, with someone that just adores her for *her* and not that she’s a muse

What makes me happy about them: that their needs have the capability to balance out pretty well!! That I can see Calliope as someone who can survive and thrive with the Corinthian, and I think the Corinthian would be better off under her, too.

What makes me sad about them: when i remember they probably have met before, in happier times when Orpheus was still alive, and we’ll likely never see it 😭 did Calliope like Dream’s favorite nightmare?? Did she pamper him like a treasured pet? Was he jealous of her for her closeness to Dream? Did he adore having someone around that treated him with a softer touch?

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: again, that there’s just not really fanfic for them! 😭

Things I look for in fanfic: (assuming there was more to choose from!) really anything exploring the power dynamics between a nightmare with daddy issues and a goddess that’s spent the last 70 years imprisoned. I don’t think they could ever be regular boyfriend/girlfriend, free of power imbalance, but that’s what I adore about it

My kinks: femdom, Calliope as a masochistic dom, CNC with Calliope as the “victim” (specifically love her reclaiming herself and her sexuality & reconciling some of her trauma through some CNC), gentle domme, primal play, orgasm control/denial

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: honestly, I just love giving Call the Corinthian. I’m not sure I really ship her with anyone else - although Calliope/Destruction tickles something in my brain too. And for Corinthian, definitely Rose

My happily ever after for them: she gets to keep the Corinthian and he’s her pampered and very enriched monster 😌😌

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

(Just an idea to add on for fun)

(Warning for death and drinking blood)

Things had taken a turn for the worst when he was shown pictures of the bodies at the scene. The handcuffs prevented him from reaching up and wiping the saliva running down his chin. Things were becoming desperate, and it took every bit of strength Caliban had not to lunge across the table and sink his teeth into the officer’s flesh. Caliban could feel himself slipping away, unable to see straight. Suddenly, loud alarms blared through the building and officers rushed down the hall, yelling something about a break-in. The interviewing officer stood up to join, when he stumbled and collapsed, blood dripping from his mouth. Through blurred vision, Caliban glanced a the officer’s coffee…

Caliban’s vision grew dark, he was passing out. Suddenly, he felt someone tip his head back, and the delicious taste of iron graced his tastebuds. He coughed on it slightly, not expecting it and getting a bit in his lungs. “Shh… deep breaths, brother. Drink.” With every drop, he felt the urges and the unbearable pain die down. His eyes fluttered open. “Sister..” He muttered.

She grinned down to him.

“You owe me big time.”

. . .

You.

You get it.

(Side note: I usually see Caliban and Azalea addressing each other by their respective nicknames; Cal and Aza. Not that I'm complaining, because this is AWESOME! Thank you so much! You have no idea how honored I feel right now!!! ❤️❤️❤️)

[niqhtlord01]

Well folks, while the content may be dry we certainly aren’t here at the Rooster Teeth Championship! (Mostly because we are still drenched in blood from the last matches) Besides, we’re not going to let Mortal Kombat take all the glory of beating the crap out of each other!  So enough chit chat! It’s time for some bare knuckle to face fighting!!!!!

 Junior: *Walks in hefting rocket launcher* O’Malley: Put that away before you get hurt boy. Junior: You do know “Junior” is just a nickname, right? O’Malley: *Hefts his own rocket launcher* And you know that I’ve been using one of these since before you were born? ---------------------------------------------

Neo: *Walks in changing colors* Roman: I saw you in that last season. Neo: *Silently beams in delight* Roman: *Points gun cane and cap pops off* How many times did I tell you not to trust that red witch?!?! ---------------------------------------------

Nemesis: *Nano tech cloud comes together and forms body* Salem: Look at you; clinging to life in hope for what was lost. Nemesis: He-he-hello pot, I’m kettle. Salem: *grim arms start sprouting from her back* If you had a tongue, I would have removed it by now. ---------------------------------------------

Rufus: *Walks in handing Caliban data pad* Dr. Grey: Cranial manipulation is a hobby of mine; you simply must show me your notes! Rufus: I’m not about to share highly classified material with a mad doctor. Dr. Grey: *Evil glint in helmet* That’s alright; information extraction is another hobby of mine as well! ---------------------------------------------

Ruby: *Twirls in with rose petals* Yang: Feels like forever since we spared. Ruby: I’ll give you a break and only use one arm. Yang: *Hair glows bright* You’re lucky you’re my sister. ---------------------------------------------

Weiss: *Falls in from roof and lands on glyphs* Don: “A” for entrance, but your attire is a “C-“ at best. Weiss: Says the man who dresses like a discount pincushion. Don: *Draws sword* I’ll turn you into a pincushion!!!! ---------------------------------------------

Valentina: *Removes stealth cloak* Griff: So are you a woman or a dude? Valentina: Does it really matter? Griff: *Hefts rocket launcher* Ah, have you seen the internet lately??? ---------------------------------------------

Julian: *Hologram appear* Ozpin: *Chuckles to himself* Julian: What’s so funny? Ozpin: *Extends cane* Two souls now but shadows of themselves fighting each other; the universe has a twisted sense of humor. ---------------------------------------------

Meta *Bursts through wall* Santa: Warning, you do not have access to this facility. Sigma: *Hologram appears* Interesting; I can’t wait till you are part of us. Santa: *Hologram glows brighter* Your failure has just been assured. ---------------------------------------------

Nomad: *Slowly walks in with wind blowing poncho* Felix: I hear you’re a straw man made with magic. Nomad: *Nods* Felix: *Draws knife* Let’s cut you open and see if you have a brain. ---------------------------------------------

Cammie: *Walks in and picks up nugget* Sarge:  Young girls shouldn’t bring pets to the battlefield. Cammie: And the elderly shouldn’t wander off from the retirement homes. Sarge: *Cocks shotgun* Hold on a moment while I see if this is a stand your ground state. ---------------------------------------------

Sun: *Swings in on tail* Caboose: Excuse me monkey man, but I will need to borrow your hand for a while. Sun: Ah…….why? Caboose: *Pulls out Freckles* I need to make a wish to see my best friend again. ---------------------------------------------

Sheila: *Rolls on to field* Miguel: Sounds like someone needs a new oil job. Shelia: The blood of my enemies I used to grease my treads has dried up; how fortunate you are here. Miguel: *Hefts wrench* It’s not even 9 and I already want this day to be over. ---------------------------------------------

Toth: *Walks in sheathing knife* Penny: I’m combat ready! Toth: *Looks her up and down* I severely doubt that.   Penny: *Swords emerge from her back* Maybe, but I’m full of surprises.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

OTP Prompt

@kh5160 requested 23 from the first prompt list.

“Take my Jacket.” 

This is a non-witchy AU. 

Sabrina was a little thrown off when Prudence asked her to be a bridesmaid in her wedding.  She wished she could say she was pleasantly surprised, but the way that Prudence shoved over the sequined box with the champagne and calligraphy note with a grimace led Sabrina to believe the bride didn’t want her in the wedding at all.  But as the closest thing to a sister that Ambrose had, it meant a lot to the groom to have her standing up on that day.  Sabrina had begrudgingly accepted Prudence Night into their family when she’d started dating Ambrose, so Prudence could do the same by letting Sabrina into her bridesmaid fold. 

The group consisted of her sisters, Dorcas, Agatha and Leticia, and Roz.  That was to no one’s surprise as the two of them had gotten closer in college in their occult studies classes.  Ambrose’s party involved a rag-tag group of guys from Oxford including the dark and elusive Nicholas Scratch.

Sabrina had never met said friend before, though she’d heard the tales spun of him.  He sounded like an enigma, all folklore and mystery, and she wasn’t certain the man who had been claimed to be the King of Campus even existed at all.  Dorcas and Agatha however, never ceased to shut up about him, always claiming he was the king of the bedroom as well.  Both begged and prodded Prudence to be the one to walk down the aisle with him, and Prudence had had enough when she and Ambrose finally announced the pairings.  

Sabrina was convinced Prudence had done it to piss Sabrina off, to intentionally get her sisters to turn on her.  But Ambrose had a completely different reason for pairing her with this Nicholas Scratch, the exact opposite of anyone she had ever been with, and anyone she would ever be with too.  

“Cousin, he’s loads of fun and you could use some fun.”  He’d told her at the co-ed bridal shower.  

“I have plenty of fun, Ambrose.”  Sabrina said as she crossed her arms and scrunched her nose at the way her cousin scoffed in return.  

“Not enough.  I’m not saying you should marry the guy, because well you shouldn’t, but he’s the good kind of ruffle in your feathers.” 

“Are you seriously encouraging me to have sex with one of your groomsmen.”  

“Stranger things have happened.” Ambrose shrugged and laughed again at Sabrina’s glaring.  Really, she needed to let loose.

“Isn’t he supposed to be here?  Some groomsman.”

“I think he’s in Santorini.”  Ambrose said as he took a sip of his champagne and became momentarily distracted by his fiancee who was calling him over with her finger.  “Or was it Spain?  Who the Hell knows.  He’ll show up on the wedding day, tolerably sober and all will be well.  Now if you’ll excuse me I am being summoned.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes again, though she couldn’t fight the smile creeping to her lips at her cousin’s happiness.  Never in a million years did she think that her cousin would get married before her, to Prudence no less.  But as her cousin said, stranger things have happened.  The strangest?  Discovering Nicholas Scratch wasn’t so bad.

He certainly made a terrible first impression.  He’d shown up late to the rehearsal, made fun of her headband, and asked her if she was the flower girl instead of a bridesmaid.  He was the kind of handsome that she swore should be displayed in the pages of a magazine and for a moment she thought James Dean himself had been resurrected.  She was also aware that he was the kind of charming and conceited that knew exactly how attractive he was and exactly what to do to make it work in his favor.

And he was fiercely determined not to fall under his spell.  

However his clever and incessant flirting wore her down inch by inch, though she’d never let it show.  He determidly ignored Dorcas and Agatha, and begged Sabrina not to leave his side all night, and the two would joke about the different guests in the room, inserting their own commentary and guessing what conversations were being had.  She noted he stopped stuck to one drink, and when he’d passed on the wine at dinner he returned her eyebrow raise with an explanation that he’s trying to be more responsible.  

It seemed the elusive and bad boy Nicholas Scratch was not so bad at all, and Sabrina thought she may have made a new friend.  A hot friend.  She’d think only to herself.  He was the type to flirt with anyone and she didn’t see herself as special, just his bridesmaid of the week.  

He found her later leaning against the balcony outside.  Nick had been taken with her immediately.  He’d heard from Ambrose about his cousin for years, had even seen pictures.  But no image could ever capture the enrapturing beauty of Sabrina Spellman.  She was like a sunset, completely existing in a world of its own, beauty meant to exist in its own reality.  Her moonbeam curls were a hue he’d never seen before and he couldn’t help but think about kissing her red lips the first time he’d seen them.  The first time they’d been turned down because of a dumb thing he’d said about her headband.  

Things seemed to be turning around for him though in the twenty-four hours they’ve known each other.  He didn’t let her fall while walking down the aisle, she’d turned completely to him at their table and gave him her attention when he talked about his travels, and she’d even let him hold her close on the dance floor.  Even his hand drifted dangerously low in her low-backed dress, to the area of skin not exposed to the elements.  

She looked cold but content as she leaned against the balcony.  It was Fall, but Sabrina Spellman seemed the type to enjoy any season.  Her rosy cheeks and warm smile stealing away any chill in the air.  

“Hey, Spellman.”  He said as he leaned next to her.  

“Hey, Scratch.”  She responded.  

So that was a thing.  She’d never had good nicknames with anyone before.  Not Harvey.  Not fucking Caliban who was twirling his new girlfriend from hell on the dance floor.  It was the two of them, who had somehow gotten an invite, that had her sequestering herself outside for a moment.  She had thought she wanted to be alone, but when Nick showed up she realized that was wrong.  

A chill washed over her with another breeze and Nick noticed immediately.  

“Here, take my jacket.”  He said, shrugging off the rented thing that Nick was glad to get rid of.  She took it but looked at him teasingly.

“Thank you, I didn’t shiver on purpose by the way.” 

“I know.”  Nick smirked back at her.  “You wouldn't have had to to get me to do that.”  He tilted his head to the side.  “Why are you out here anyways?”

“I needed some air.”  She shrugged.  “And I was sick of seeing the ex-boyfriends.”

“What about the current boyfriend?”  Nick asked suggestively.  He knew the answer but he wanted to see how much she would flirt with him.  She’d been tiptoeing into those waters all night. 

“That spot’s still vacant.” Sabrina said with a small smile.

Nick winked at her and held up his bourbon glass for her to clink with her wine one. 

“Cheers to finding the next candidate.” 

“Cheers.”  She answered back, suddenly aware of how close they were standing, how warm Nick’s jacket was, and how it smelled of something that was so new but familiar at the same time she immediately felt at home. 

Another chill ran through the air and not even Nick’s jacket or his fiery gaze could keep her from shivering.  In fact, it was his eyes burrowing into her, begging to know more, that made her shiver in the first place.

“Why don’t we go inside?”  He suggested.

“Why don’t you take me upstairs.”  She blurted out without thinking.  She was feeling bold, and she hadn’t been drinking that much, but something about Nick was intoxicating.  She wanted to drink deeply of it, so she kept her gaze steady and sure on him and raised her eyebrows so he knew she was serious.  

His eyes didn’t break their focus on her as he leaned down and brushed that beautiful hair out of her eyes and kissed those red lips that were so damn inviting.  She melted into it and pulled him closer, anxious all of a sudden to taste more of him.  When they broke apart she repeated her request and he didn’t deny her.  

Two years later at another wedding in the Fall, with Prudence as a bridesmaid and Ambrose as a groomsmen, the newlyweds stole some time away to spend on the balcony and recreated their first kiss over and over.  Ambrose had told Sabrina not to marry Nicholas Scratch, but she was deliriously happy.  And well?

Stranger things have happened.

[hessafeelsfordayss]

I'm not the type of person who likes to drag others down for having different opinions.. so please don't think this post is aimed to do that. Because I promise you it's not, this is just my opinion on the matter.

I personally don't think Harvey, nor Nick is good enough for Sabrina. Here's the reasons why, and why I ship Caliban and Sabrina.

Reasons I don't ship Nabrina:

· Nick blamed her for imprisoning Lucifer inside him and him getting sent to hell, when in all actuality he's the one who volunteered.

· When she confronted him about cheating on her he turned the tables on her and said she was 'making his suffering about her'.

· Yet when he catches her and Caliban trying to save Roz he accuses her of had been cheating on him, when he was the one being unfaithful.

· Not to mention he calls her out for not yet sleeping with him, and then brings Harvey into it implying that she's saving herself for him.

· He flat out told her that she wasn't worth going to hell for, for no reason might I add.

· When Sabrina was trying to get Lucifer's essence out of him he kept saying 'I HATE YOU SABRINA'

· In fact Sabrina spent almost this whole season trying to help him and he kept blaming her and throwing insults at her.

· Not only all this, but last season he was lieing to her a lot.. if I'm not mistaken, about his familiar and about the Dark Lord asking him to keep an eye on Sabrina.

I admit they have had really sweet moments, but I personally can't bring myself to like them together given all these reasons. Especially after this season.

Reasons I don't ship Harbrina:

· Just like Nick, Harvey has blamed Sabrina for a lot of things. Like her being the reason Tommy is dead, and he and Roz (two people who have known and loved her for a long time) blaming her and thinking she's the one who took Roz's sight away. Over jealousy might I add.

· He wasn't able to accept her for who she was for the majority the first two seasons, though I will admit he's gotten a lot better about that.

· If I remember correctly, he pushed her away when she needed him the most.

· He seems pretty committed to Rosalind right now, and if he and Sabrina were to get back together it would cause a rift between all of their friendship.

· I personally think they're better off as just friends.

Reasons I ship Calbrina:

· We've seen Sabrina be in a relationship with Harvey and with Nick at one point or another.. we haven't got to see what Caliban and Sabrina in a romantic relationship would be like.

· Sure he betrayed her a lot, but unlike Harvey and Nick they weren't in a relationship or hadn't known each other very long.

· That's the big difference; Harvey had known Sabrina for a long time and was really close to her, yet he still thought she could have had something to do with Roz going blind.. and she and Nick were in a relationship when he said all those hateful things to her and cheated on her. Where as Caliban barely knew her when he betrayed her.

· They already have chemistry and this is just Caliban's first season. Imagine how much chemistry they would have if we get to see their relationship grow and evolve through the seasons.

· Though he betrayed her twice, he actually helped her too, which he didn't have to. He helped her try and bring Roz back, and he willingly took the lashes for her.

· His nicknames for her; My Queen, My Lady, Princess, etc.

· He got upset when she showed disappointment in him, which then led to him volunteering himself to get the 100 lashes for her.

· Like a lot of great EPIC loves, they have that enemies to lovers excellence. Ex: Delena, etc.

· He's obviously attracted to her. This was proven true when he suggested their alliance to be carnal, plus he seemed upset when she told him she and Nick might get back together.

· I feel like she was attracted to him as well, but she didn't realize it because she was still in love with Nick and because of their competition.

· They're not afraid to challenge each other and put each other in their place.

· Not to mention the way he looks at her, and the way she looks at him.

· Other people can see their attraction towards each other. For example: Ambrose, Lilith, Nick, that guy that was imprisoned with them, etc.

· I'm not sure if it was an accurate site, but 'TV Guide' said Prince Caliban will be back and his and Sabrina's relationship will grow.

· I probably have more reasons but I honestly can't think of them right now.

I'm just really hoping and praying that they bring him back for next and future seasons. I'm also hoping for them to at least explore their relationship romantically. They could be amazing together.. or they could be awful together. The truth of the matter is we will never know unless they give it a chance. I personally think they could be great together. But once again, these are just my opinions. They're not intended to invalidate people and their ships.

[mariamermaid]

All the good girls go to hell

Caliban x fem Reader

Summary: Going after a witch, that follows dark blood bathing rituals, you met a certain prince of hell…

Does not really follow the plot of season 3!

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: drinking, mentions of death and blood

 Paris.

The unannounced city of love was filled with void. There was a dangerous witch on the loose and you were right on her track. Unlike many of your friends, who enjoyed the casual safety of a coven, you were an eclectic witch. You had your very own, individual approach at magick and yet, you were widely known beyond the horizons of the gods. And sometimes, they would seek your help in cases that blurred the borders of heaven and hell. Bridged Bishop left you a legacy, she was the first witch from the Salem trials and she was hung at the Gallows Hill in Salem Town. And like so often in the curses of history, there was something seething.

Her name was Serena Westwood and she had begun to perform several blood-bathing rituals in order to become more powerful herself. It was going against many witch rules and humans were starting to become warry as well. For now, she had killed six witches and eight humans, all of them very specifically chosen. You recognized the pattern, which was why you found yourself at a lingering club within the dusty streets of Paris.

 My Lucifer is lonely

Standing there, killing time

Can´t commit to anything but a crime

Your friend, Ambrose, had helped you with the research and he warned you about the recent events of hell. However, you hadn´t expect hell to bring up their own player to the game. But when you caught eye of the tall blonde leaning against a wall in the club, you immediately knew something was up. Turning away, so he wouldn´t be able to see your face right through the crowd, you pulled out your compass. The dark compass was a present, Lilith had given it to you in her earlier days and it was still of good use. The needle spun around a few times, until it landed on the red “H”  at the bottom, where usually the south corner laid. H like in hell. The compass showed you the path the witch of warlock was following and the closer it got to the extremes of heaven or hell, the more alerted you were. You decided to put the compass away and searched the crowd again, but the attractive blonde was gone.

“Looking for me?” He was leaning against the bar top, a few golden locks falling over his eyes. He had an angular face with deep, glistening eyes and a devilish smirk. “Do I know you?” You asked interested and sat down at the stool. He continued to grin, but shook his head. “No, not yet.”

“What can I get you to drink?” He asked instead and gave the bartender a wink. “Gin Tonic.” He nodded. “And a whisky”, he added for himself. “What is your name?”

“Scott.” You leaned closer to him, quickly and fluent, you knew the game all too well. “You´re lying, Scott.” He let out a rough laugh, the drinks came and he took a large sip. “What is your name?” You leaned back again and watched his eyes waiting.

“You´re not stupid, Scott. You already know my name.” Loud screams interrupted your conversation and you let the drink wait, instead running through the crowd. In the middle laid a man´s body, eyes wide open, his heart not beating anymore. His shirt was ripped open and several symbols were craved into his skin. You leaned down and your fingers brushed against the still fresh blood. The crowd had begun to circle the corpse, you looked up to find a door in the very back closing. Serena.

Hurrying after her in the dark streets, you found yourself close to the La Seine. She struggled trying to pull her body up the railing, seeming weakened after her bloody voodoo ritual; your chance. You ran after her. “Serena!” Your voice echoed in the dark alley leading to the river. She lurked back and threw a spell into your direction. You jumped in order to avoid getting hit. Only a few feet were left between her and you and with a big leap, you felt your hands grabbing her. She didn´t expect you and lost balance, making you both fall into the freezing water of the Seine. Surprised by the sudden fall, you both wrestled under water until she fired a spell at you. It was dark as night underwater; you barely could see anything but the light glistening from above. The fire spell she used enlightened the water, then you felt a burning sting at your shoulder. The fire had burned you and threw you back against some kind of wall or metal pillar, you lost orientation. Blinking heavily, you eyed the water around you, but Serena was gone. She had used a fire spell to distract you. You let out a scream, last supplies of air left your lunges and gasping for more, you swam back to the surface. It wasn´t necessary to mention how frustrated you were. Your shoulder continued to burn, which made it hard to even move with your entire left side. Luckily, your right hand was able to hold onto some kind of lug. Then two other strong hands grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the water.

You found yourself on the ground. “Y/n are you okay?” You almost flinched when you heard his low voice murder your name. “Nice for you to show up, Scott”, you gave back and rolled your eyes. He was knelled next to you, eyeing the wound, but after your failed hunt down, you weren´t specifically in the mood. “Let me help you” He added and softly touched your right arm, but you jerked away. “Help me? You could´ve helped me five minute ago, before I almost drowned.” His piercing blue eyes blinked, but he waited until you stood in front of him again. He wasn´t used to being treated like a mortal. You huffed when looking down at him, he avoided your glance and starred at the ground, knowing it was your right to be pissed.

“Caliban.” You stopped in the middle of the streets and slowly turned back to him. He was still kneeling, where you had sat seconds ago. “What?” It felt like a cold wind howling down your spine. “My name is Caliban-“ 

“Prince of Hell.” He looked up to find you already starring at him.

 Peter´s on vacation, an open invitation

Animals, evidence

Pearly Gates look more like a picket fence

Once you get inside´em

Got friends but can´t invite them

 You decided to go back to the hotel room you had booked. Money was never a problem for you; you had come from a rich family and being a powerful witch also helped. The room was big, with high ceilings and a stunning view over the nightly city. Baroque details lingered at the edges of wall and ceiling and long curtains moved within the wind from an open window. The large bed had beige covers and golden side lamps. The couch was red satin.

Caliban had followed you, arguably like a lost puppy. First you had guessed that he didn´t trust you enough to leave you alone. But as he watched you, you came to the realization, that he didn´t have a clue either. He was young to rule and didn´t have your experience. He wouldn´t admit it, but he needed your help. Your shoulder continued to burn and you hurried to the cabinet with expensive liquor. You poured yourself a glass of whisky and eyed Caliban, your eyes asking him. He nodded and you took out a second glass. You poured down the glass in one go, Caliban only sipped. After you had poured down a second one, you hazily walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind you. You took off the arrangement of dress you were wearing and in underwear, you examined the wound.  Then you heard Caliban steps, until he entered the bathroom as well. He eyed you and drowned his glass as well, just to put it down on the edge of the tub. In the rather cold light of the bathroom, he looked more human. He had taken off his jacket and only wore a loose shirt. The tension not to mention here. 

“Let me help you”, he explained and watched as you hesitated. “I´m good around fire.” Caliban added and stepped closer. You couldn´t help but let out a chuckle. You observed in the mirror how Caliban carefully brushed back last strands of your hair and eyed the wound. “Stay still”, he advised and then laid his hand onto the wound. You hissed but then a hot feeling spread. The wound slowly vanished and when his hand left your skin, it was feeling cold again. But you missed the feeling of his soft touch. You breathed out and turned towards him. “How…”

“I´m the prince of hell.”

You felt him leaning closer, but he was unsure. However, the second whisky was beginning to hit in and you pulled his collar down until your lips crashed together. His hands quickly grazed your hips until he lifted you off the ground. Your kiss deepened in the meantime and none of you seemed to be bothered by the fact, that Serena had gotten away anymore. He sat you down on the counter top of the sink and your fingers started fidgeting around the bottoms of his shirt.  But then his hands stopped you. Abruptly, you pulled back and starred at him. 

“Cal? Is something wrong?” You asked whispering, but his eyes remained close until he completely left your bodies touch. You didn´t know how his heart stopped when you called his nickname.

“I need to go back to hell”, he explained groaning. “Oh, sure”, you couldn´t help but sound a little disappointed. Caliban finally looked at you, his stunning eyes gazing at you. “Don´t worry, we´ll meet again.” His hand softly grabbed your neck and pulled you closer, giving you a last peck on the lips. You grinned.

“Sure, all the good girls go to hell.”

 Hills burn in California

My turn to ignore ya

Don’t say I didn´t warn ya

 You did meet again, however the circumstances had drastically changed. Serena had taken an entire coven hostage, after two more successful murders. It was a full moon light, obviously. You had to take her down before she could sacrifice them. Serena was hidden in a cave close to mountain where Walpurgis bonfires where often hosted. It wouldn´t be easy, but you had prepared several weeks, it was now or never.

The sun had begun to sink and it was time to leave. However, when you examined yourself in the mirror a last time, a certain wave of warmth was felt from behind. You caught a glimpse of flames hollering, when Caliban was suddenly stood in front of you. You let out a chuckle.

“Look at you, needing me.” He rolled his eyes, not admitting how right you were. Against the anticipation of hells most famous demons, he still had problems adjusting to his title. The easiest way for Caliban to find Serena, was to follow you. “How can I help you, my prince?”

He overheard the mocking tone of your voice, in which you hid your disappointment. After your meeting in Paris, you had hoped he would visit earlier.

“Thought you might want backup”, he paused. “You´ll want the devil on your team.”

You turned to him, stepping closer. Then, after eyeing him, checking if he meant it, you nodded. “All hail the king.” You whispered.

“You´d make a good queen.”

You ignored that comment and hoped that Caliban didn´t see you blush.

 All the good girls go to hell

´cause even God herself has enemies

And once the water starts to rise

And heaven´s out of sight

She´ll want the devil on her team

 Serena had found herself a cozy spot on the top of the mountain, a bonfire burning in the middle. The members of the coven were tied up around, high trees offering somewhat of protection. A high cliff at the back, where you could watch the moon rise. With Caliban following you, you eyed the circle and established a spot, where she couldn´t see you.

Serena had changed due to the blood rituals; her once human form was almost completely gone. Instead of her brown hair, black dreads framed her face and dark red veins covered her skin. Her eyes had a poisonous green and parts of her skin were ripped open, beneath lied a dark seething blood substance.

“What is she planning?” Caliban asked whispering. “Burn the witch”, you explained.

“It is to be said, if you burn a witch on a blood moon, you´ll receive her powers.” You added and watched how his eyes flickered. “How do we stop her?”

“She doesn´t know that we´re here, or that we work together. We have the surprise.”

“I´ll distract her”, Caliban started but you immediately denied. “No, I´m going to distract her. You free the coven.”

“But-“ “You´re reigning hell, you´re plan B. If I can´t stop her, you´ll do it.”

You wanted to sneak away in order to go closer to Serena, but Caliban held you back by grabbing your arm. “If you can´t stop her, she´ll kill you.”

You grinned and Caliban saw certainty in your eyes. “I´ll see you in hell then.”

 You snuck up on her, trying to lure her away from the hostages.

“Serena!” Your screamed, while your voice echoed across the glade. Glancing at the rising moon, you knew that the time was running. “Missed me?”

She sighed and turned towards you, letting the hostages in her blind angle. “I thought I had gotten rid of you”, she explained with despite in her voice. “I´m not easy to get rid of.”

She nodded agreeing, in her fingers playing strings of dark magick. “Unlike this wannabe prince of hell.” “You met him?” She nodded half-heartily.

“I wanted to see who sat on my throne.”

“You´re not capable of ruling hell.”

“Watch me!” You knew that each of your statements provoked her and it was finally enough to get her to attack. The first spells she threw at you were nothing, you either dodged or blocked them. “With that you want to rule?” You yelled laughing.

She grew angry, you knew it. Getting closer to her, you noticed that with each spell, a small spark of silver ran under her skin. Her body couldn´t handle the amount of power. You threw her on her back with a powerful spell and she groaned in pain. But then she teleported and appeared behind you again, a dagger suddenly in her hands. You felt the sharp pain in your side, yet you were able to changed into fight mode. A series of knife attacks followed, until you were able to kick the dagger away with your foot. The dagger slid across the ground and ended up closely to the bonfire. Sadly, it made Serena aware of what was happening behind her back. She saw multiple witches and warlocks already freed and screamed in agony. “YOU!” Her long claws pointed towards Caliban, who wore his usual grin. It was your turn to attack again, with her back turned to you, Serena didn´t even see it coming. Her skin continued to break and she stumbled dangerously closely to the fire. It was the final throw, where she fell over a stone on the floor and her body landed in the fire. Infernal screams followed as she experienced the burning pain.

However, the final act wasn´t over yet. It was a millisecond, where your eyes traveled towards Caliban. A second of not paying attention was all it took. Serena gathered all the power she had left and mixed it with her pain. You didn´t feel pain, all you did was hear Caliban´s screaming. But it was too late. You were thrown back and before even realizing how your body had left the ground, you felt weightlessness. The cliff was high, and when Caliban stumbled to the edge, you were already gone…

 There´s nothing left to save now

My god is gonna owe me

There´s nothing left to save now

 He barely remembered coming back to hell, sitting on his throne and watching as the demons pulled Serena away. The eternal punishment was sentenced. But all Caliban wanted to do is rip her up with his own hands. He was making sure, that her time in hell would be the worst possible. Afterall she had killed you and he felt the numbness. And now you were gone.

The guilt didn´t help him and the crown on his head felt heavier than ever.

“My king, the newcomer has requested an alliance with the king”, the demon butler interrupted his thoughts. Caliban stood at the window in the study room in his palace, looking down on hell.

“Serena can rot in the darkest holes of hell.”

“I sure hope so.”

Caliban spun around to find you in his room. A dark red dress with golden details on your body.

“Why are you here? You don´t belong here!” He said, his voice first a whisper, then almost an angry exclaim. But you felt his voice shaking. You stepped even closer, until you could lay your hand on his cheek. He grabbed it, making sure you were actually real. And you were.

“All the good girls go to hell.”

Caliban couldn´t help but let a soft laughter as he leaned down and kissed. His hands cupped your face and you smiled.

“I also remember you saying something about me being a queen…”

[steviemae]

flirting // sam corlett

anonymous: Would I be able to make a request for Caliban for the prompt "I'm not moving, your lap is comfortable" ? If not that's totally fine! You got other things to do so I understand

@caliban-is-my-girl Hey:) can you write a sam corlett x reader where you're backstage and he has a crush on y/n and always trys to flirt or grab your attention somehow? ^^ Thank you!

“Wow, Sam. I almost didn’t recognize you with your shirt on.” You joked as Sam walked into the wardrobe trailer. He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, clearly not meant to be on set today.

“Want me to take it off?” He asked, winking playfully at you. You rolled your eyes, laughing with the wonderful ladies in wardrobe. He made his way over to the empty chair next to where you stood in front of the mirrors.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as he plopped down in the chair.

“I need to try on another loin cloth apparently. ” He took a second to look over your costume for an upcoming scene — a free flowing white lace dress bits being a little more sheer than the other, showing off your blue bralette.

Sam has had a giant crush on you since the first scene the two of you filmed together. He loved your energy and of course you were gorgeous as well. He found himself looking for you whenever he’d come on set. Constantly wanted to be around you. He was drawn to you. The rest of the cast knew, mostly because he never shuts up about you, but because it’s pretty obvious. You, on the other hand, just pass it off as him being nice. Which he was, but there’s an underlying message in everything he says to you.

“I’ll see you later, Sammy!” His heart fluttered at the sound of the nickname you gave him. He waved bye to you as you walked out of the trailer, heading to where you’d be filming.

“When are you actually going to buck up the courage and ask her to dinner?” Mary asked as she handed him the loin cloth for him to try on.

“Not you too.” He whined, taking the item from her and disappearing behind the curtain.

—

The next day you were sitting on the bed next to Kiernan looking over lines for your next scene together. It was a slow day on set. A rarity for the show considering how fast the seasons are pushed out.

“Hello, ladies. Come here often?” Sam asked as he plopped down on the bed next to you.

“Well, i do work here so I’m gonna have to go with yes.” You joked. Kiernan and you continued to run through lines as Sam made himself comfortable, laying his head on your lap while you subconsciously played with his hair.

Soon everyone had come into the room to film the scene, making you lightly pat Sam’s head to get him to move so you can go to your mark.

“I’m not moving. Your lap is comfortable.” He said, his eyes still closed as he snuggled deeper into the bed.

“Sorry, lover boy. You’re going to have to.” Kiernan smacked him with her script, getting off the bed to go to her mark. Sam shot Kiernan a look before reluctantly getting off the bed and walking behind all the crew to allow you guys to film. A slight pout on his face.

[laserdog10]

Basically Cinder in my headcanon: part 50

Citrus: Thanks so much for letting me spend the night, Mrs. Fall!

Cinder: If by "spend the night" you mean sneak you out of your house, with the help of your mother, so your idiot of a dad won't bury my son six feet under, just so you two could be together with no worry, then you owe me.

Ash: She means thank you, as much as it would kill her to say it outright.

*In context, the youngest child of the Arc-Rose family has a crush on Kain, the eldest child of Cinder and Vlad. This would be a great thing, if her father Jaune Arc, didn't exactly...approve of the relationship. Neither did Ruby, but she was at least making an effort to believe Cinder has changed for the better, viewing the pyromancer's family as proof of such. So when Ruby heard her littlest daughter ask (moreso beg) to get to know the family better from the inside, Ruby and Vlad, Cinder's vampire bat Faunus husband, devised a plan to sneak Citrus out of the house without Jaune's knowledge, and have her stay at the Fall-Caliban's for one night*

Vlad: Please be nice, Cindy, it wasn't easy sneaking her out of there.

Citrus: Thank you Mr-wait, "Cindy?"

Ash: Dad's pet name for mom. *Citrus snickers at the information, earning a look of annoyance from Cinder* Your folks have any nicknames for each other?

Citrus: My mom calls dad "Vomit Boy," while he calls her Crater Face.

Vlad: Awwww!

Cinder: Ew.....

Kain: *coming downstairs in a gray t-shirt and black sweatpants* Alright, enough of the lovey-dovey talk, is dinner done dad?

Vlad: *gasp* The meatloaf!!! *speeds off to the kitchen*

Citrus: Wow, and I thought mom and Aunt Blake had fast Semblances...

Ash: No Semblance, just magic and weird physical prowess.

Citrus: Well alright then! *they two girls walk to the kitchen, but Citrus stops as she gets to Kain, just for a brief hug* It's good to be near you.

Kain: You too, Half-pint. *pecks her on the cheek, making her gasp in surprise*

*Dinner went wonderfully. Everyone made small chit-chat, jokes, or told stories of times past. Citrus went into detail about how she could communicate with animals, how it was a surprise for her, and how it was probably the greatest of her life, being able to speak to the family corgi, Zwei, and the five wolves Ruby adopted, Null, Drei, Vier, Funf, and Sechs. The table was a little speechless about the wolf part but laughed it off as it was just Ruby being Ruby. Kain and Ash told how they discovered their Semblances too, what they're weapons were, and that Ash was an unplanned baby, but a happy unplanned baby for her family. All in all, Citrus could tell that the family before wasn't as bad as her dad said it would be. As dinner ended, Kain had an idea before they all turned in for the night*

Kain: Hey Citrus, mind if I show you something?

Citrus, Uhhh, yeah, what is it?

Kain: Well, hang on. *gets up and pushes his chair in* I'll be right back, we're gonna have to go outside for this, lemme get some socks first. *he said as he jogged upstairs*

Ash: Oh geez, he can't be serious?

Cinder: This late at night?

Vlad: ...

Citrus: What, what's going on?

*The three family members looked amongst each other, very unsure of what to say*

Vlad: Citrus, sweetie, uh...a long time ago, when Kain was maybe eleven and Ash was 6, they...made a little friend, out in the woods.

Cinder: *irritated* It's an abomination is what it is.

Ash: Hey, Scarr only scratched me once, and it barely hurt or left a mark!

Citrus: *"Scarr??? Who-er, what is he and why did hurt Ash?!" Before her inner worries could go further, Kain returned in black socks and proceeded to the back door to put on his tennis shoes with a red flame decal*

Kain: Ready! Wanna come along? It's about time we fed Scarr something, poor guy must be starving by now. Mind grabbing the steak from the fridge, I'll be waiting outside!

Citrus: ...

-Later in the woods-

*The short huntress walked alongside her half-Faunus boyfriend, holding a cold steak in a tupperware container, the moonlight cascading in a wave of silver beams through the trees*

Citrus: Kain, if you don't mind me asking, and sorry if this comes off as rude, but who the heck is Scarr?!?!?!

Kain: You'll see. *he said calmly, hiding his childly excitement*

*They made it to a small clearing, moonlight illuminating the area, to the opposite of them was a gnarly looking hut, comprised of dead twigs, branches, dried leaves, and old stones holding the thing together. What stuck out to the young redhead, was the series of gashes and claw marks around the entrance and trees near the edge of the clearing, hundreds of red flags going off in Citrus' head*

Citrus: *gulps, "Okay okay, big scary ominous hut in the middle of clearing in the dense forest, but it could be fine?! Maybe it's just a homeless person living off the land and Kain and his family are taking care of him, yeah!"*

Kain: C'mere Scarr, here boy! *claps hands* Got some food for tonight, you want some buddy, c'mown out and get it!

... ... ...

Citrus: Kain, who. Is. Sc-

*Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

*Citrus froze, a deer in headlights, her entire body running cold as the blood-curdling growl broke the silence in the forest. She slowly and fearfully turned to face the hut...the world around her shattered, she stared face to face with the eyes, well, eye of a Grimm Creep, its right eye marred over by a hideous scar, two prominent canines on its lower jaw. It's nightmarish appearance didn't stop there, as it put forward one of its brutish claws the other following soon after, Citrus' heart ready to explode out of her chest as the..."Creep" was now in the light of the moon. It's back was practically a hunch, in its right shoulder was a dagger and broken arrow, the front-left of the creature's back was massive gash, presumably left by a massive blade form a previous Hunter encounter. It's legs were more put to the back, thought still on the sides and appearing like hands, in front of the larger hands were two smaller and forked claws, the outer claw longer than the inner one. Could she even call this...thing a Creep at all? She snapped out of her thoughts when the beast looked at her, maw drooling and lips forming into a snarl. With a lunge, it bounded towards her, Citrus responding by shielding herself with the tupperware, however...*

Kain: *leaps in front of the Creep, holding his hand out to stop it* Easy there, Scarr, she's not gonna hurt you...

Scarr: *growls but backs down*

Kain: There ya' go.

Citrus: ...h-huh...?

*As she opened her eyes, she saw Kain slowly and gingerly lowering himself to his knees, Scarr doing the same onto his belly, occasionally letting a short growl as he breathed*

Citrus: K-Kain...???

Kain: This, is Scarr. He's an...Alpha Creep? At least that's what my mom thinks. Ash and I met him when we were kids, er-I say "met" when we actually stumbled into his pack's territory, and mom and dad killed all but him, poor guy was so out of it and barely had any fight left in him. You can only do so much with a wounded eye and back, y'know? Go ahead an pet him, his face is really smooth!

Citrus: Okay...*she carefully walked towards Scarr, holding the steak in front of her in case her leapt at her again, but found he was staying on the ground,, calm as can be. Raising her free hand to pet his boney plated face, she found it similar to bone, but had a granite like smoothness to it* Wow, there's barely any friction...!

Kain: Weird ain't it?! Oh you can give him the steak now, almost forgot about that. We don't you want starvwing now would we, no we don't! *he said in a playful cooing voice, scratching the bottom of his beastly friends' chin.*

Citrus: Ah, right! *she pops the lid off, pulling out the frozen steak. Doing so, Scarr almost immediately broke out his comfortable trance, snapping at the delicious, meaty morsel and scarfing it down whole*

Kain: Damn, someone's been hungry!

Citrus: *giggles* And I thought Garnet was a fast eater.

Kain: *laughs heartily, but his smile fades a little* Hey, Citrus, I'm sorry if this scared you tonight. I was just really excited to show you this tonight. If I would've shown my friends at school Scarr, they would've almost immediately called some Hunter to come kill him. He may be on his last legs, but I at least want Scarr to pass knowing what kindness feels like, what with the "Grimm feed on negativity" mumbo jumbo.

Citrus: *goes quiet for a moment, but smiles* No, it's alright Kain. I had a wonderful night. I got to sneak out of my house, I got to meet your amazing family, and I got to pet a Grimm, name one person on Remnant that could do that! Well, besides you, heh.

Kain: Really? That's awesome. *pulls arm around her, causing her to blush* The best part tonight though? I get to look at you under the stars~.

Citrus: *red as a tomato* C-cool. *She stammered out. As they began to sit there, Citrus looked back to Scarr, still laying down, breathing more laxly. She then focused her sight on him, eyes glowing their lime green color as she used her Semblance to talk to Scarr...maybe. Right out the gate, she was bombarded with a million thoughts, all in a gravely voice, saying word after word, no sentence structure or pause to break*

"Master. Happy. Comfortable. Fed. Peaceful. Quiet. New person. Kind. No danger. Caring. Harmless. Loving."

*Citrus stopped, taken aback by the sudden rush of words, but smiled when she thought on it more. Scarr actually liked her and Kain's presence, and found no threat to them being there. Sure he could easily slaughter them right now, as could they, but...he didn't want to, he found no need to. That alone was enough for her to feel safe.*

[nikky-the-writer]

Who we were

Part 1, Part 2

Donald Pierce x Reader

Masterlist

Request: Yes

Summary: You are a powerful mutant that had to leave everything behind.

It’s been so long since you could just stop for a second and breath in the fresh air. Your life has become a constant nightmare with no hope of waking up. Just a few years ago you buried your family, your friends, pieces of you that you’ll never forget. Still, you were here alive, partially alive with your thoughts full of grief and with your body full of drugs. Sedatives and everything that could keep you from waking up. Nobody did it to you to get revenge, the survivors of your family did that to save you. A friend who let the world to think that he destroyed hundredths of lives, but it was you. Now when you were spending time only inside your brain you loved to go back to the memories when you were happy, when you had your best friend who was probably dead or didn’t even care where were you for so many years.

˝So… ˝You started nervously tugging the hem of your shirt.

˝I was wondering if you would like to come to my place tonight. ˝ Donald asked impetuously waiting for your answer. Your brow furrows and your smile faded.

˝Oh.. yeah, like usual. ˝ Your fingers still didn’t let go of your shirt and you avoided his eyes. After almost ten years of knowing each other, you really thought that he will ask you to go on a date with him.

˝No.. I thought.. ˝He scratched the back of his neck, searching for the right words. You were his best friend and he didn’t want to lose you because he was too selfish wanting you to be more than a friend to him. ˝… something like a date. ˝

˝What? ˝ Your voice was a little harsh, you were surprised and you weren’t really sure what was happening in the moment. ˝

˝Y/N/N, look, don’t worry, let’s just forget… ˝ his fingers were repeatedly going through his hair and you could see on his face that he was afraid.

˝Yes. ˝ Stepping closer to him you placed your palm over his other hand that was playing with his keys.

˝So, okay then, we’ll just be fr.. ˝

˝No, Yes to the date. ˝ You let go of his hand, realizing that you were holding it for too long.

˝Really, you.. really? ˝

˝Yeah, don’t make it weird. I thought about it, but if anything goes bad, we.. ˝

˝We stay friends. ˝He finally smiled with relief

˝Pinky swear. ˝You placed your finger in front of him.

˝Pinky swear. ˝ You weren’t kids anymore, but things never change.

˝See you tonight. ˝You said, walking to your front door.

˝See ya. ˝

For the first time ever you get nervous about going to his house. It sounded ridiculous you have known him for so long and now you were in front of his door with your palms sweating and the lump in your throat, you weren’t kids anymore, but still you felt like it. You had your dark blue sweatpants on, they were a part of your pj’s and a black tank top with your leather jacket. You wanted this date to be casual as usual. Your house was just a few houses down the road. It wasn’t unusual of showing at each other houses in just pj’s. You were about to knock when the door opened. Donald was wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, obviously, he had the same idea as you did.

“Were you even going to knock?” Donald asked with his thick accent. It still surprises you that after so many years he still had an accent, honestly you were glad, but it was still confusing.

“What? Me? Yeah… just got here.” You shrugged it off little more dramatic than socially.

“So, you weren’t standing here for the last five minutes, maybe even more?” He leaned on the frame of the door, smirking at you.

“Screw you, Donald” You joked, using his name what you never did. You would always call him by the silly nicknames. You walked in and he turned on his feet after closing the door. He already prepared your usual place on the couch with a few blankets and some junk food.

“Pizza will be here in five.” You took your jacket off, placing it on the hanger.

Nervously walking to the couch. You sat down and you could feel his eyes on you.

“What’s wrong with you, man?” You turned your face towards him, but he didn’t have time to respond causes the bell rang. He grabbed the money from the counter going to the door. He was back with the pizza, he placed it in front of you opening the box. He walked to the DVDs searching for a movie. It took him longer than you thought.

“Why are you acting so weird?” You asked being hypocrite ‘cause you were also weird.

“I’m not. ” he placed himself next to you, taking a slice and snuggling closer to you. The movie started and you turned your face to face him.

“I see that we are both confused and strange. We should just get over with this.” You didn’t give him time to process what you said leaning into his face. He closed the space between you and you smiled into the kiss. The kiss was so sweet and gentle. You pulled away, lowering your head on his chest.

“We good, or we go back?” You asked hopefully he won’t let you go. You felt   kiss on your head and heard him saying. “We are definitely good.” You smiled and he sneaked his hands around you, pulling you back on the couch so that you both were lying down watching Star Wars.

Going back from his morning run alone, he ran past your house, but he stopped when an unknown car stopped in your driveway. He looked at the car until the door opened. A man with red glasses came out and he helped an older bald man to get him in the wheelchair. He thought that you probably had a guest that is the reason why you didn’t go on the run with him.

He ran back home taking a quick shower, his phone was vibrating on the bed where he threw it, but when he came out from the bathroom it already stopped. He was nervous about today. He decided to make you lunch and asked you to move in with him. You lived with your parents in your family house, you would always tell him that it’s too small. He lived alone, his parents died a long time ago. You remember that day, he was broken. You stayed with him for weeks not going home. He would cry in your arms and you would hold him all night kissing his head. You loved him from the start and he loved you.

It was already one pm and you still weren’t there. You were late for half an hour. He grabbed his phone and went outside to your house. The car from earlier was gone and his stomach twisted. He knew something was wrong. He walked into your house and everything was gone. He looked around and he saw somebody’s foot. He came closer round the corner and there was your mother lying on the ground with her body half missing. Her body what was left of it was covered with some kind of substance, like a dust. He took a better look around and it was all on the ground, small particles in different colors like everything turned into the dust. He ran to your bedroom calling your name and nobody answered. There was blood on the broken mirror and his heart skipped a beat. He broke down to his knees. He couldn’t find any reason that you would be alright. The packed bag was placed at the foot of the bed and he wanted to scream. He took his phone out wanting to call you when he noticed that there was a voicemail from you. He played the voicemail and it felt like he was drowning

“Donny, they will come for me…. they searched for me for so long and….” Your voice was cracking and he knew that you were terrified and he wasn’t there to help you. “They’ll kill me. I’m so sorry baby. Forgive me…..I wished that we could’ve been happy. I love you, baby…. don’t forget….˝ The sound was breaking ˝….. fuck… fuck… I love you.”

The message end and he was clenching his fist around the bed sheet, trying not to cry, but he couldn’t hold it in. If he just stopped by your house after his run when those came for you. He should have been there for you. He failed you.

˝Y/N! ˝ The voice was breaking the illusion of your dream. It was forcing you to wake up, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let yourself that. You were a monster, there was a good reason why you weren’t awake.

˝Y/N! ˝

˝Logan, Logan, she is not going to wake up! ˝ Charles said to his friend who was in a hurry.

˝We have to leave Charles, they found us. ˝ Logan placed Charles in the wheelchair and he put your limp body in Charles’s arms.

˝Logan, the girl. Don’t go. We gotta go back to the girl. ˝ Charles pleads as he holds your body close to him.

˝No! ˝ Logan quickly brought you both to the limo, placing you first in and then Charles, but it was too late.

˝Logan, we mustn’t forget about Laura. ˝

˝She’s not our problem. ˝ Logan said, closing the door of the limo. As he saw cars coming his way. ˝Fuck. ˝

He was trying to drive away, but the cars surrounded him and there was no way out. Your body was lying next to Charles legs behind driver’s seat. As Logan stopped driving Pierce came to the limo leaning on the window. He looked in, seeing Charles brought memories, bad ones to him.

˝Charles Xavier, the man that I searched for so long.˝

˝Where is Caliban? ˝ Logan asked and Pierce glanced at him.

˝I left him in the same ditch he was gonna leave me. ˝ The blond said, turning his eyes back to the Xavier. ˝Where is the girl? ˝

˝What girl? ˝Logan asked, getting out of the car. Getting out a few men attacked him, pulling him to the ground.

You could hear the whispers in your head, you also thought that you actually heard Donny’s voice, but it wasn’t, you were going crazy. You missed so much time. Logan hasn’t given you your dose so you were more conscious than before.

˝Y/N? ˝ Charles’s voice brought you back and your body felt so tired. You couldn’t move you lazily opened your eyes, seeing Charles in the car. What was going on?

˝Wh… W… ˝ Your throat was dry and it hurt to talk.

˝Stay quiet˝ After hearing Charles voice somebody came in the driver’s seat driving fast and just a minute after a small girl falls inside from the car roof.

˝Where.. re we.. goi..? ˝

˝She is awake? ˝Logan asked, surprised. He drove fast and you could hear the train coming. A girl was trying to cover yours and Charles body from the bullets.

˝Where’s Cal… ˝ Your voice was barely a whisper.

˝Pierce has him. ˝

Pierce? Your Pierce? Was that really his voice?

Logan drove away just a second before the train came.

˝Stop the car! ˝

˝Y/N, we have to leave. ˝ Logan said and he hasn’t stopped.

˝Now! ˝At your words he stopped the car and you turned to Charles, who already knew what you’re gonna ask. And he had the answers from Logan’s head.

˝Yes. ˝He simply said and you struggle to get out from the car, you had to see it with your own eyes. Stepping out you turned around where the train was still going and you saw him standing there. He stepped closer, you could see him saying your name. He had a hopeful smile on his face, but it disappeared as you screamed from your lungs. ˝Murderer! ˝ You fall to your knees the pain in your chest was so strong that your heart struggled to beat. You felt somebody’s arms pulling you from the ground as your eyes didn’t leave Donny’s. The man you loved, the boy with whom you have grown turned against those who saved you, to stand with people that searched for you for years. You left from him to keep him safe that he could stay alive and that he could be happy and now….. he’ll be the one who will haunt you until the day you die.

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[shattered-catalyst]

Catalyst

“ I think I stole this dudes Vespa once.....”

Full Name: Isaslan Three/ Shatterstar II/ Catalyst Nickname(s):  Isa, Aslan, Izzy, Cat, Shakes.Sparta, (caliban-verse dependent). Age: 14-17 Date of Birth: ?? Zodiac Sign: Capricorn- estimated by personality Place of Birth: lab on Mojoworld  Ethnicity: n/a Nationality:  not affiliated with any earth nation (verse dependent) Gender:  male Sexual Orientation: identifies as Gay Romantic Orientation: demi-romantic Religion: none  Occupation: illegal fight club contestant. bouncer. and detective. Language(s) Spoken: Cadre, English ,(verse dependent Spanish speaking at an elementary level) Accent: Cadre

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Hair Color:  brown-wavy messy just passed the shoulders Eye Color:  blue right eye. because of genetics the left eye will fluctuate between white and blue.. Height: 5′5 currently, will grow to reach around 5′9 Weight: hollow bones so around 65lbs

Distinguishing Characteristics: black star birthmark over left eye. lots of freckles. Irritating eye roll. Shaking.

“I do not understand, the garish colors, the amount of energy, the happiness being shoved down your throat. Demonic boxes with eyes and arms. I am quite certain Mc-donalds is an invention of Lord Mojo....��

Abilities: All for your Entertainment, huh?

Seismic blasts and manipulation

 healing factor

Enhanced abilities including strength, stamina,balance, reflexes,senses,durability co-ordination,dexterity, and speed.

portal travel: however this is under developed and causes him great pain or unconciousness depending on the locations distance and the temporal location. (he could get you to a bar down the street with a lot of effort. But want him to take you to the coast or somewhere in the future or past and he will pass out after you arrive) This was a latent and supposed to stay latent genetic mutation that was activated after his time in Arize’s lab. Therefore he is not fond of it.

Psychic Immunity: psychics cannot read, control, alter, or affect his mind in anyway.

Noticeable attributes: hollow bones , always cold, star one left side of face

“What would a Bell accomplish for your under developed hearing and lack of awareness??”

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: loyal, honest,protective,noble, tactical, tolerant, sarcastic, introspective,curious, and studious 

Negative Traits: reckless, zero impulse control, stubborn,blunt,fixated on being good enough, perfectionist, paranoid, easily manipulated, easily frustrated with himself,low self esteem

Goals/Desires:  thrive and understand his own abilities better, go to the Grand Canyon,finish one crossword a day for over a year, live in a cabin, own all of STAR TREK!!, buy a motorbike, own a camera. 

Fears: wide open spaces, anything relating to mojo world, Arize, bright lights, hospitals,. Failure. Is more afraid of being loved than of being considered unworthy. scared this is all a plot of mojos and he won't be able to protect anyone he finds because he has self esteem issues 

Hobbies: punching people, binge watching Bill Nye and Star Trek, collecting paper stars, training, getting to know other mutants and other transient peoples , riding public transport, lurking in diners, aiding others normally by breaking up fights or finding their missing spouse or dog, and gardening. 

Quirks: sleeps in a closet, only sleeps when a tv is on for background noise, collects paper and rolls them into star shapes, easily bribed with starburst candies, carries an old advertising poster for Shatterstar from mojo world in his inside jacket pocket at all times- it's lucky don't try and tell him otherwise, does one crossword a day, lip syncs to grocery store music enthusiastically, quotes movies constantly. So. Competitive. Criticizes the movie but keeps watching it.

Nervous quirks: leg jiggling, weapon grabbing, pencil chewing,pacing,lip chewing, and sarcasm 

”You have come at a very inconvenient time, Star Trek is on...”

Likes: starbursts, challenges of physical or mental strength, Star Trek, the weather channel ( don't knock the tunes, man), detective shows, Spartacus, a sense of purpose,lattes or coffee,adrenaline. Motorbikes. Gardening and hiking.

Dislikes: mojo, I mean really it goes without saying, being controlled, authority, not understanding what someone is saying, being lied to, bright lights, heights, hospitals, bubblegum, gambling, emotions, and game shows. Laundromats also.

Weakness: over competitive, impulsive, trusting,easily manipulated, desires to be worthy, confused about emotions ( to an extent) and basic human culture. and lack of self preservation.

Easily defeated by: manipulation, gas, electricity, and traps

” Fatherhood indicates a parental bond of filial affection and of being raised or grown with an individual’s care. I have no fathers, only donors.”

Donors: Gaveedra Seven, Julio Esteban Richter.

Friends:Comrades: (transient mutants NPC’s) Sedna, poltergeist, record, pixie strike, and rebound.

Pet(s):  rat named Acorn Financial Status: independent- Loaded from fighting money but he doesnt understand the value of it so he mostly gives it away. 

Digging a little deeper?? Cool!

“I do not know if I like laughing. But each time I do I feel a piece of Lord Mojo dying inside me. I know I like that quite a lot.”

MBTI: ISTJ:  honest and direct (Integrity), strong willed and dutiful (Patient) ,responsible (Loyal), calm and practical, creator and ensuring of order (hates chaos).

Resistive to new ideas, stubborn, insensitive, by the book, self blame for failures.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Ilvermony: Horned Serpent.

Wand: Holly, Phoenix core( or unicorn), 14 inches, swishy.

Alignment: True Neutral

Chaste ◌ ● ◌◌◌  ◌◌◌◌◌ Lustful Energetic ◌◌◌ ● ◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lazy Forgiving ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ ● Vengeful :^) Generous ● ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Selfish Honest ● ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Deceitful Just ◌◌ ● ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Arbitrary Merciful ◌◌◌ ◌◌◌ ● ◌◌◌ Cruel Modest ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ ● ◌ Proud Naive ◌ ● ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Worldly Prudent ◌◌◌◌◌ ◌◌ ● ◌◌ Reckless Temperate ◌◌ ● ◌◌◌  ◌◌◌◌ Indulgent Trusting ◌◌◌◌ ● ◌◌◌◌◌ Suspicious Valorous ● ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cowardly

Stats:

Intelligence: 3

Strength: 3

Speed:4

Durability: 4

Energy Projection: 4

Fighting Skills: 6

Level: without training; alpha. with training: omega

Last Match Fought: Scattershot VS Catalyst.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

45. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

Takes place after crash into me:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24738121

And the prompt after it:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27183004/chapters/66876949

You probably don’t have to read them first but there’s the links If you want to!

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It really was the perfect time for a wedding. The fall air was just starting to crisp and the trees had shed their green hue and were an ocean of colors. The terrors had been defeated, Blackwood dealt with and eradicated completely and Sabrina herself was whole.

Lucifer had been a hard sell, but he granted her permission to leave the realm of Hell in exchange for the rededication of the Church of Night. It would take a while, but Sabrina was certain that things could fall back into place and their coven could find its footing again, possibly with Edward’s tenants in place.

Nick was on the mend too. His head and eyes had been clear enough to make a substantial impact on the battle with the terrors and he found himself by Sabrina’s side again. He had determinedly held her hand when she and Sabrina Morningstar merged, armed with the knowledge that she may full and well choose to stay in Hell. That she may choose Caliban and a throne over Greendale and her family. And him. But he would support her in everything, even if that meant saying goodbye to her forever.

They still weren’t together, but in the days leading up to the battle and her merge they had grown closer. She’d leaned over and brushed his curls or grabbed his hand, and he’d even pressed his lips to her hair a few times, Sabrina shuddering beneath his touch. They were close. Their crash course was set to arrive.

The coven was happy and healed and Hilda wanted to get married. There was no threat so yes, it was the perfect time for a wedding.

It was a beautiful ceremony and Hilda had never looked happier. Cee was over the moon, dripping with joy over his new bride. His incubus friends proved to be a lively bunch and brought an extra special something to the party.

Sabrina couldn’t help but look at Nick throughout it. Every time the officiant spoke of love and forever and going to the ends of the earth for the one you love, she thought of him. He must’ve been thinking the same because their eyes would catch each other’s and have a million wordless conversations. He’d smile a small smile at her and she’d blush, and the whole thing would happen again. Sabrina didn’t know what they were waiting for really, there were no wars to wage, she was in one piece, and he seemed to be better. Even more important, she was unmistakably in love with him. And Nick? His heart physically ached every time he saw her and couldn’t hold her.

The guilt and the fear didn’t have as tight a grip on him anymore, but he was still worried. Sabrina Spellman was the love of his life. The most important person, his person. He couldn’t hurt her. So he hadn’t told her how he felt, how much he wanted to hold her again.

He’d still danced with her though. She pulled him close and rolled the curls at the base of his neck through her fingers. His hand had wandered up and down her back that was exposed by her bridesmaid dress. When the song was over though he’d slipped away.

He was drinking a coke and leaning against the back porch when she came up to him. He’d been thinking about her and weddings and how he would give anything to have one with her someday, even if it didn’t happen for hundreds of years. He swirled the glass in his hand, and stared at it. Months ago it’d be filled with bourbon but now alcohol tasted like ash in his mouth. He avoided it like the plague.

He straightened when she leaned against the railing by him and eyed her curiously.

“Hey, you.” She said with a small smile, the genuine Sabrina Spellman one that she’d reserved for him back when they were dating.

“Hey, Spellman.” The corners of his mouth were turned upward slightly and the use of the old nickname caused her heart to miss a beat. He’d been calling her that more lately and she couldn’t help but hope that they were making their way back.

“What are you doing up here by yourself?”

“Just thinking.” Nick looked down at his hands, hoping his face didn’t give away that it was her he was thinking about. He always thought about her.

“About?” She asked him and when he looked at her her gaze was soft, inviting. So much so that the words poured out of him before he could think twice about it.

“You.” Her breath caught in her throat at his words as she registered what he was saying.

“Me?” She asked him as she scooted closer. He didn’t flinch away and almost seemed to lean into her.

“Yes, Spellman. It’s always you.”

Her face was close to his own, and she could smell his sandalwood cologne. Breathing him in reminded her of their trip to the Unholy Land, he’d been so close that night but they’d slipped through each other’s fingers. She wouldn’t let that happen again.

“Nick.” She whispered, lips only inches from his. “I miss you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sabrina.” His fingers brushed her cheeks. “I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.”

“And you’re okay?” She asked him with a raised brow, looking at him in the eyes.

His eyes were clear and his gaze was steady and sure.

“I’m okay.” He brushed runaway curls out of her eyes and she was certain they would crash now. “Better than.”

“What are we waiting for then, Nick?” She leaned in even closer as if she were speaking directly to his lips. “Kiss me.”

She begged, hoping he wouldn’t deny her this time.

“If I kiss you right now, Spellman, I won’t be able to stop.” He warned. He wanted so much to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so damn badly in that cabin. In the library when they found the inferno charm. But he knew if their lips met again, they wouldn’t stop, and back then it would have been a disaster. But now? Things were better. They could make it now. Still, for him it was her choice.

“Then don’t stop.” She said breathing him in and grabbing his collar with one hand, his neck with the other. “Ever.”

He sighed as he pulled her in to close the small distance, a hand buried in her hair while his arm wrapped fully around her waist. He crashed his lips to hers and it was like the whole world clicked back into place.

He groaned as she bit down on his lower lip and she used the opening to deepen the kiss, slipping her tongue in his mouth and gripping his hair even tighter. She’d missed the feeling of his lips on hers, her whole body pressed against his. The world could end and they wouldn’t care, they’d crashed together already and were dealing with that crazy beautiful and perfect fallout.

It was minutes later when they pulled away, both chests heaving and breathless from the kiss. They barely heard the whistles, likely Ambrose, too transfixed by the others gaze and hands that were still on their bodies.

“Does this make you my girlfriend again?” Nick asked slightly cheekily but also because he just had to know. Sabrina smirked at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, gluing her forehead to his.

“Well I hope so.” She said, using his words from so many months ago.

He kissed her again, this one a littler as rough. But just as passionate. And he kept his promise to never stop. Ever.