#co2 fic

[justateenagewitch]

Hi, Calbrina fans... it's been... a while, but I have good news! I finally finished a Calbrina fic!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here are the last two chapter of my old fic 'Cherry Pies, You and I (P.S the Devil Lies)'

Aka that one fic I wrote based on a fever dream I had that one time.

If you are a fan of my Calbrina fixit 'Cult of Two' stay tuned, the final outline of the rewrite is complete and I hope to start posting this summer.

Until then, if you are a fan of Agatha all along please check out my new fic 'Cleopatra. It as an au where Agatha the director of the series adaptation of 'The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo' starring the enigmatic Rio Vidal.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Love, Ava

@laurlovez @rqtcaos @rdqt

[justateenagewitch]

Work in Progress Wednesday

Who wants some CO2?

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“What are you going to do?” She gestures to black sludge dripping down the academy wall. “When this is all over?”

“Besides win you back?”

Sabrina scoffs but smiles regardless. “Be serious, Nick. Please?”

“All right,” he sighs. For a few long moments, he stares silently at the wall. The black sludge has almost reached the floor. “I’ll write that book I always wanted to.”

“The one about shapeshifters?”

“That’s the one.” He sighs and elbows her gently on the shoulder. “What about you, Your Highness? What are you going to do?”

“It’s Your Majesty,” she corrects. “Not Your Highness.”

“I’ll make sure to remember that. You own my soul, after all.”

Somehow, the thought never occurred to her, even when she saw Dorcas’ name crossed out in the Book of the Beast. She owns souls. Not just the dead, but the living. Hilda. Zelda. Prudence. There’s a coven in Riverdale. Does she own their souls, too? 

She looks at Nick. He may have broken her heart, but he doesn’t deserve to burn in Hell for it. How many people in the Book, her Book, don’t deserve it either?

“I’m going to…” Do what? Tear up the contracts? She doesn’t even know if that’s possible. They were made in blood, and not with her. She only has them through inheritance. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do. About the book. About Lucifer. About Hell. But, she does know one thing. “I’m going to turn seventeen.”

She’ll figure out the rest as she goes.

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So there's a fun little Easter egg about a future fic in here. Maybe you can guess what it is from some of my recent reblogs.

[justateenagewitch]

Caliban: Dorcas doesn’t look very happy.

Sabrina: That is her happy. She's just a bitch.

[justateenagewitch]

Dorcas: We all have our demons.

Sabrina, grabbing Caliban: This one’s mine!

[justateenagewitch]

Caliban: I love you, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Sabrina: Aww, we're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Caliban: Yes!

Dorcas: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.