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So, when my dad wakes up, he won’t remember anything? No. It’ll be like he had a dream.
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I still want to kiss you.
Nick reacted with a harsh palm against Harvey's face, pushing him back a step. "Easy, farm boy. While I don't mind the sexual persistence," Nick admitted, "I prefer my mortal make out sessions free of compulsion." Nick knew a love curse when he saw it. "What did you take?"
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“is all witch stuff so… dark and edgy?”
“Not always.” Nick completed the chalk circle on the floor before fully facing the inquisitive fairy. “But,” he added smoothly, “those parts aren’t as fun.”
#sigh
@forhellsake / Spotify Wrapped Challenge — 100/100
Nick flicked the knotted stem back into the wicker basket. “Shame to have all those cherries go to waste.” Temptation lingered as he glanced over at Agatha, to the sweet space between her thighs. “But I can't have what I want.” Nick pressed a hungry kiss to Agatha’s neck, under the watchful eye of Lucifer and the Lupercalian moon. “And neither can you.”
@soulsofcaos / Spotify Wrapped Challenge — 11/100
Nick slid his finger along the unruly curl beneath Harvey’s ear: an umber semi-circle that matched the rings in his eyes. Nick sighed gently. They’d been through this before. “I’ve got my heart made up on you, mortal. No one else.”
Instead of having a guardian angel, you have a guardian Demon. His methods are often much more violent. But much more straightforward.
My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.
❥ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 !
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It’s a shame we never got to see farm boy (derogatory) shift to farm boy (affectionate)
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@devilscratch asked: ❛ I wish you’d drop by more often. ❜ for Sabrina
okay play it cool Sabrina. It’s only Nick freakin’ Scratch, most handsome of all the warlocks, possibly flirting with you.
“Why, Nick, are you saying you enjoy my company?”
Smooth! Now, don’t say anything dumb.
“Because if you are, I could definitely come by more often.”
"Maybe I am.” Nick held the door open for her. Partly out of some outdated warlock chivalry, but mostly to watch Sabrina walk ahead of him. “Can you blame me though? Who wouldn’t want you around all the time?”
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“Jealous? I’m sure you’d enjoy that Scratch… but no.” maybe a little. “I merely mention this out of an act of self-preservation.” It hadn’t escaped her notice he’d placed down the text they were trolling through to apparently give her his full attention and green eyes looked at him over the top of her book before trying to refocus on the text. “I don’t usually have any issue with the Weird Sisters, daddy issues tend to bond witches… but the entire Academy does see how, protective, they are off you. So not jealous, just merely trying to realign what sinful thoughts may or may not be going through that gloriously wicked mind of yours… now, demons, Astaroth, how to banish?”
“That almost sounds,” Nick pushed her book down with a finger, “like you’re telling me who I can and cannot do.” He kept her gaze for a moment, reading the color of her eyes for a tell. “I’m not dating The Weird Sisters anymore. Prudence, Dorcas, Agatha, and I have a bond, sure. But don’t all witches?”
Nick sighed gently. “Depends on your style. Do you resist temptation? Implore the guidance of a saint? Or,” Nick shrugged, “do you simply ask him how?” Charlie’s eyes, Nick decided then, reminded him of unholy basil, dried and crushed by mortar and pestle. He slid his book into his bag. “Astaroth is a compulsive answerer.”
Nicholas Scratch in every episode of part 4
You mean to tell me there’s a whole episode of Part 4 in which the dead are coming back and we weren’t given Nick’s reunion with his parents?
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the pain from having the weird removed lingers, but far be it for sabrina to say that to… anyone. exhaustion is a feeling she’s made friends with, recently, and migraines may as well join that party if it means one less eldritch terror’s lurking around the corners of greendale. today, though, the throbbing has her stopping in the middle of one of the academy’s many hallways, finds her leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. a low hiss escapes from between her teeth, she resists the urge to rub at her temples.
she can’t have anyone thinking it’s all getting to her, and she definitely doesn’t need anyone deciding to poke around in her head to discover just how much it all is — namely, prudence.
so when sabrina opens her eyes and sees nicholas down the hallway, she immediately straightens, ignores the way her vision swims, and offers him a small smile as she approaches. “ hey, nick. ”
Nick fought the urge to kiss her forehead, her eyelids, the very tip of her nose. “Hey, Spellman. How are you?” he asked genuinely. “I kind of feel like you’ve been ignoring me after,” Nick lowered his voice, “the extraction.” He paused momentarily as a group of students walked past. It was impossible to differentiate gossiping versus practicing hexes. It all sounded the same. “Which I completely understand,” Nick continued in near-whisper. “After you saved me from hell, I wasn’t myself. Even now...” The warlock tasted his words before he spoke them: sanguine and saline, like a bad batch of truth serum. “I— I know he’s gone, but I still feel him most days. The Dark Lord’s breath against my neck. The pain. The emptiness...” Nick trailed off. “If you need someone to talk to, or sing to.” A small smile graced his lips. “I’m here.” He placed a comforting touch to Sabrina’s arm. “We can even play hooky if you'd rather do that instead. I’m game for whatever you want.”
" You will always lose her. "
“No.” The word barely escaped Nicholas’ crushed throat. The Dark Lord always had the upper hand, the strong arm around his neck, the eternal claim on his soul. The bars of his spell-bound cage were bending. Copper coated the inside of Nick’s mouth like sweet syrup. "I won’t. I won’t... lose her,” he gasped. Fingernails raked across the Dark Lord’s immortal skin in vain. Everything Nick did was useless. Nicholas Scratch: the flesh Acheron. The sacrifice. The worthless excuse of a warlock. Sabrina had probably forgotten all about him. Darkness blanketed across his eyes. “I... can’t.”
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