#netflix caos

[habrina-was-wronged]

[nabrinaendgame]

🚨 IT’S OFFICIAL, COVEN! 🚨

Roberto Aguirre and Audrey Mok will continue the story of “Chilling Adventures of Sabrina” in a new Archie Horror comic book titled “The Occult World of Sabrina”!

The comic series will pick up where Netflix’s “Sabrina” series left off in Part 4!

[littletheories]

Wouldn’t everyone be happier if it were the Chilling Adventures of Zelda instead ? She’s the real deal.

[cacoetheswriting]

in a trance - nicholas scratch

Warnings: none Word Count: 619 Requested By: anonymous : “I was going through the nick scratch x reader fic and i love your fics of him lmao could i please have him teasing an introvert reader? like when she's reading books for a long time and he just wants her attention? thanks ^_^”

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The academy was always quiet on a Friday night. Every witch and warlock dressed up head to toe to enjoy the one night of the week they could truly do whatever they wanted. 

Echo bounced through the empty halls of the school. While your fellow students left to get wasted, you headed for the library. The solitude and peace was exactly what you needed after a long week, plus partying the night away wasn't really your style.

You made yourself comfortable, placing the book down at the table in front of you. Your fingers trailed the cover slowly before you opened the page you were previously on. 

In an instant you were absorbed, almost in a trance, your mind racing with every read word. You studied the sentences, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinting in concentration.

“Why am I not surprised to find you here?” A familiar voice rang in your ear. You looked up from your book for a brief second to find Nick hovering over you with a cheeky smile. “Leave me alone Nick.” You breathed ducking your head back in your novel. 

Nick ignored your request and sat down beside you.

“So what are you reading?” He enquired. When you didn't respond he raised his hand from his lap and with two fingers lifted the book cover, your skin brushed against his causing you to momentarily hold your breath. 

“Ah, ‘Madame Bovary’.” He let his hand fall. “An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.” Nick quoted. Surprised at his knowledge of the novel, you tilted your head slightly and locked eyes with the dark haired warlock. There was a brief moment of shared silence. 

“Surprised?” Nicholas teased. “A little actually.” You indulged him, as he beamed at you. “I’m not just a handsome face Y/N.” Nick responded still smiling. 

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall back into the book in front of you. Trying to read on and ignore the presence of the dark haired warlock, you let out a soft sigh. 

“Read to me.” “What?” “Come on Y/N, read to me.” 

He shuffled his chair a little closer to you so that your arms were now touching.

Knowing that he wasn’t going to give up that easily you cleared your throat and went back to the beginning of the sentence you were just on. 

“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.” 

Nick was lost in the sound of your voice - in a trance. He was so mesmerised he could barely concentrate on the words.

“She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Nick leaning forward. He crossed his arms on the table as if they were a pillow and lay his head down, still watching you intensively. 

“But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.” 

That night you finished the book. Nick listened to every word, quoting out loud parts familiar to him. He walked you back to your room and promised that next week he’d bring the book, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

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masterlist

[chillingsuggestions]

ft. @victoriansuggestion

[jadegrey711]

Don’t Mess with What is Mine

Dark Lord x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello darlings! I’ve got another request for a Dark Lord x Reader pairing and I really liked this one. I didn’t necessarily make them angels because I didn’t really like the angel killing in season 2, for my own personal reasons, so I kind of made them hunters hope that’s okay ANON. 

*NOT MY GIF*

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)

*No Warnings, except maybe like Gore* 

ANON Prompt: Hey really like your Caos stories so I was wondering if you could do one where the hunter Angel's attack the academy but you (of course) manage to kick there feather ass however they mange to stab you and everybody freaks out none more so then the Dark Lord himself (you don't mess with what's his!) So a Dark Lord x Reader if you get the chance Thnx!!!

There was a piercing scream that seemed to radiate through the entire academy. Your head immediately snapped up along with everyone else’s who was in the dorm.

“What in the heaven was that?” Prudence asked.

“I don’t know. But we better find out.” You quickly grabbed a wicked looking knife from your bedside table; the weird sisters doing the same as you, and just as you came out of the dorm, you heard someone scream.

“Hunters!” Before they were quickly silenced.

You and the weird sisters were quick to charge into action. Quickly forming a strategy that would distract the hunters before you swooped in behind them surprising them and catching them off guard.

Dorcas and Agatha did just that, sending swirls of smoke and mist to bend unnaturally to their binding, twirling around the hunter’s feet and blinding them from seeing you and Prudence jump from the railing and landing softly like cats behind them, weapons at the ready.

But just as you were about to deliver the first blow, suddenly one of the hunters spoke.

“Enough of your games witches!” He said before the fog vanished in one massive vortex and then vanished revealing you to the hunters, knife in hand. The hunter laid his eyes upon you and smacked you with an unearthly force that sent you flying across the room and having you collide with a wall; knocking the wind out of you, causing black to cloud the edge of your vision.

The sisters screamed as they ran to attack the hunters, but suddenly they stopped. The sisters were all clutching their throats, nails digging into throats, as they tried to rip away the invisible force that was wrapped around their throats.

You staggered, as you tried to pull yourself up using the wall as leverage, your head was throbbing and the black on the edge of your vision was growing steadily and you knew soon enough you’d be unconscious on the ground and at their mercy. You picked up your knife and whilst the hunters were distracted you charged again, flattering and gaining one of the hunter’s attention. She was quick as lightning and you didn’t know what happened until you felt a warm sensation spreading across your chest; you staggered, clutching your chest, gasping. You pulled your hand away and saw it was covered in blood.

The weird sisters would have cried out in horror but they too were losing the battle against the unknown hunters; Dorcas already having fallen unconscious and was then dropped unceremoniously to the floor in a heap.

“Filthy things.” The girl hunter said as she watched you. Watched as your breath became shallower and the blood spread across your t-shirt. You could hardly see now as you felt yourself drift into the darkness.

“Shame. That you killed her, she won’t have a chance to be redeemed like the others will be.” One of the male hunters said.

“Not my problem-” The girl said before she was cut off by a loud boom, that seemed to shake the very earth.

Your vision finally failed you as you drifted, the last thing you heard was the sounds of screams and the feel of warmth like a searing fire was set right in front of you.

******

Prudence watched in awe as the hunters burst into flames one by one, screaming as they looked on at the person; no entity that had did this to them. It was the Dark Lord himself. Prudence and the other sisters, stood there dumbstruck before they feel to their knees before him, discarding the burning hunters all together. The Dark Lord nodded towards them, still watching the hunters burn before he turned and strode towards Y/N. He picked her limp body up from the floor and Prudence watched in awe as he cradled her close to his chest, whispering reassuringly in her ear.

“Take me to a place where she can rest and heal.” He said to Prudence, that trace of softness in his voice long gone, the prince of darkness the only presence.

“Yes, my Lord.” Prudence said before getting up from her knees and passing the charred bodies of the hunters now dead and slumped against the floor, still burning in that brilliant blue fire; hell fire.  Prudence didn’t dare look behind her as she heard him whisper again to Y/N, as she led him to the infirmary with an efficient quickness.

“You’re not escaping me, little witch. Death can’t have you. You’re mine, little witch.” 

******

You could feel yourself being ripped from the darkness, and then there was a voice. It spoke softly almost broken like as it pleaded with you.

You didn’t open your eyes, but you were acutely aware of the fact that you didn’t feel the hard marble floor against your back anymore. Instead you felt the softness of a bed, and then the warm soothing feeling of a hand being swept across your forehead, pushing your hair back from your face.

You stirred, reveling in that warm feeling, letting it draw you back to reality: to life. You opened your eyes to find the most handsome man you’d ever seen at your bedside; his hand didn’t move from your hair as you woke. Then you realized who he was and tried to sit up, but he held you down easily.

“Calm down little witch. I mean you no harm. In fact, quite the opposite.” He smirked to himself and continued stroking your hair.

“Where am I?” you asked, letting him continue with his soft petting; since you had no other choice.

“The school infirmary.” He said simply.

“Why are you here? Where’s everyone else?”

“They are wisely positioned outside of the infirmary doors, as per my orders. As for my being here…” he paused, looking at you intensely. “I felt the blow you’d received from the hunters, as if it had been delivered upon my own body and I knew you were in grave danger. So, I took it upon my own hands to dispatch those hunters with a fiery efficiency and then I healed you.”

“Why though?” You said, looking into his fierce gaze. 

“Simple.” He said as he stroked your cheek. “Nobody messes with what is mine.”

[thetwistedgeminigirl]

#a mood

[iguanasarecute]

*turns brightness on max bc of watching caos*

*exits netflix*

what. the. fuck. my. eyes.