#caos fandom

Was tagged by @mishwanders (thank you, hun).

Tagging whoever wants to join in. I'm honestly not sure who has multiple OCs.

P.s.: This was incredibly hard for me since I have so many OCs. I had to write them all down, categorize them, then pick the one that suited the category best. If you have any questions about them, please let me know. The drawn art on some of them was done by me. 

very openly checking you out

him falling in love with your eyes

“a mirror to your soul.”

hugs from behind

calling him “your highness” as a joke

talking about your hopes and dreams, together

d y n a m i c  d u o

play fighting

and whatever that leads to

being called the “princess of hell”

lots of smirking and winking

lip biting

exploring hell together

he has an opinion of everything

s t e a m y  s e x

being the only person he truly opens up to

secret inside jokes

loads of flirting 

stargazing together

“how are you true?”

soft kisses

mainly on your behalf

teaching him about love

(part II)

note: this is a little more fluffy than i had anticipated, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless !

warnings: [ emetophobia, swearing, mentions of smut, mentions of s.a ]

word count: 1715

read part 1 here

When you woke up the next day, your head was spinning. You had to blink the black spots out of your eyes, and practically fought to sit up. You hadn’t felt this hungover in ages. You allotted yourself a little extra time to get out of bed, as you lay in limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness. Memories were all swirling together, from dancing to cliché 90s music, to the mortal girl you made out with in the bar, and finally ending up at the mortuary door. However, there was a deep seeded feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach- something you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Just then, your stomach lurched, and you had just enough time to lean over the bed and throw up into the bucket at your side. How did that bucket get there, you wondered? You brushed it off, figuring you’d have plenty of time to think when you fully regained consciousness , and made your way to the bathroom. Upon looking at yourself in mirror— seeing your smeared eyeshadow, smudged red lips and swollen, puffy eyes— you pieced together that you had had a rough night.

“My fucking head…” you groaned as you reached into the cabinet to take a few aspirin. “What happened?”

More of your senses were awakening, slowly, and you caught a whiff of yourself.

“Ugh, sweet Satan,” you muttered, swallowing back a bit of your own vomit as you turned the shower on.

You undressed, stepped in the shower, and allowed the steam and hot water to open up the rest of your blocked senses. The shower acted as a catalyst towards sobriety, and once you stepped out, you had enough sense to walk in a straight line and to get dressed.

You made yourself look presentable, at the very least, and decided it might be best to wander into the kitchen. You hadn’t thrown up in a while and thought maybe some food would help clear your head of its fog.

“Good afternoon, love,” Hilda called as she saw your head peek into the entryway. “We missed you at breakfast, but you’re just in time for pie.”

“Pie? I missed breakfast?”

“I’m afraid so, dear. It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon..”

“Two o’clock? Why didn’t someone wake me? I mustn’t have set my alarm, I—“

“Slow down, Y/N.” It was Ambrose who spoke now, lifting his head out of the book he was reading. He was perched in a chair at the dinner table, feet perched up on it. “It’s Sunday. Plus, we heard you had quite the night last night. Auntie Zee told us to go easy on you,” he added, cheekily, before burying his nose back in his book.

“Ambrose,” Hilda chided lightly.

Your body stiffened when he mentioned Zelda, and some memories soon came flooding back, the familiar feeling of dread creeping upon you.

“And, ah…where is Zelda, at the moment?”

“She’s at the academy, love” Hilda informed, pulling a lovely looking pie out of the oven.

“Father Blackwood called her to a meeting. She said she’ll be back ‘round suppertime.”

“Oh…Well, I needed to talk to her about something.”

“Whatever it is can wait until after you’ve tried some of my pie, I’m sure. It looks positively delightful, doesn’t it?” she asked, giddily.

Her excitement caused you to smile slightly, and you couldn’t help but to indulge her. You grabbed a slice and sat down at the table with Ambrose. The taste of the pie was exquisite, and you were almost sure Hilda had enchanted it. Your worry had ceased to exist, by the time you had finished.

The rest of the day was spent doing menial chores for the family. You helped Hilda clean the kitchen, tidied up the mortuary, and even helped tend to the garden, for a short while. After having dinner, Hilda asked if you could help her tidy that up, as well. You agreed, always eager to please the family that took you in. As you were drying dishes, you heard the front door open. Your dread instantly came back, and your blood ran cold when you heard the sound of Zelda’s heels clicking against the wooden floor.

“Hilda, I do hope there are some leftovers. I’m absolutely famished,” Zelda began, taking a puff of her cigarette. “Oh, hello, Y/N.”

She regarded you with pleasantry, and it drove you mad. Throughout the day, you had managed to put together the missing pieces from your memory. You knew what you had told Zelda, and it almost felt as though she was mocking you.

“I can finish cleaning, Hilda,” you said, placing the drying towel down on the counter.

“Well, if you’re sure. Dr. Cee has been wanting to see me all week, so this will be absolutely lovely. Thank you so much.” She grinned at you and was already practically out the door, bouncing with excitement.

Once Hilda left, you placed a plate of warmed leftovers in front of Zelda and took a seat across from her.

“Thank you,” Zelda said, plainly.

Silence consumed the room as Zelda ate, and you were growing increasingly tense. However, you were not one to run away from a conflict— no matter how embarrassing it was— without talking about it, at the very least.

After a few more rounds of vexatious silence, you blurted, “Um, about last night. I’ve had all day to think about it, and I just wanted to apologize...”

She looked up at you, a straight expression on her face that was rather hard for you to read.

“I accept your apology,” she stated simply, and took another bite.

“That’s it?”

“Well, no, that’s not it. We have to take into consideration new means of exchange for your staying here. But I do appreciate the apology.”

Was she not getting it? You wondered, did she not understand that this wasn’t about your workload, or was she purposely trying to ignore it? You kept to yourself for a while longer, and this time, Zelda broke the silence.

“How was the rest of your night? You were in quite a lamentable state when I left you.”

“What? Oh, ah, I threw up for probably another hour after you left, though I can hardly remember. But, ugh, I couldn’t care less about that, Zee. Right now, I’m trying to talk about the other lamentable thing. What I said, about fucking you.”

Her eyes widened at your crudeness, and even you were taken back by your sudden urgency.

“Oh…” it clearly made her uncomfortable, as she averted her eyes when the subject was brought up. Zelda then took a deep breath and pushed her plate out of her way.

“The manner in which it was brought up was terribly embarrassing, and I despise feeling that way. But, there was some truth to it, I must admit.”

You blinked the surprise out of your eyes, staring at her in disbelief.

“Some truth to it?”

“Mm, yes...Perhaps I was so embarrassed because I found the idea rather pleasant, even though it felt wrong. Also, I thought you were mocking me, at first. I do find my eyes lingering on you, from time to time. And I was, perhaps, too indisposed to admit it.”

You were staring at her intently now, your teeth nervously gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“What’s that?”

“That you want to fuck me too?”

Zelda let out a deep chuckle at your attempted humor.

“Perhaps put less crudely.. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m rather repentant that this matter was not discussed sooner. It’s foolish of me to deny it any longer. I do have feelings for you, too.”

You were shocked, your mouth left slightly agape. Zelda took your hands from across the table, giving them a gentle squeeze.

She continued, “I just thought it would be rather inappropriate to have relations with an employee-carnal or otherwise- but if you feel as though it could work, I could be so inclined as to take your opinion into consideration. And, besides, you are much more than an employee now.”

A smirk played on her lips, and you took this as an invitation to stand and walk over to her.

“May I?” You asked, looking down at her lap.

She hesitated, just momentarily before nodding and biting her lip. You straddled the older witch, cupping her face gently in your hands before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Well, my opinion is yes. If that wasn’t obvious already.” You giggled, and Zelda smiled tenderly. This is the most relaxed you had felt in weeks. As you leaned into her embrace, you smelt the intoxicating mix of cigarettes and rosemary upon her clothing. Zelda’s touch was warm and gentle, and you could have easily imagined yourself lying in her arms for the rest of the night.

“I never thought that it would end like this,” you murmured, against her lips after kissing her again.

She hummed in response, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears as she cupped your cheek in return.

“Nor did I, but I’m glad it is. Your lips are as soft as I had imagined.”

You blushed, letting out a soft giggle into her lips.

“You’ve imagined what my lips felt like before?”

“More often than I should like to admit.”

You moaned as she rested her hands on your thighs.

“Eager little witch,” she teased gently, which caused you to whine in response.

“You have no idea how long I’ve kept this to myself, Zee..”

“Well, you no longer have to.”

She pulled you in for another kiss, letting her tongue run over your bottom lip.

“Ambrose and Sabrina are still home,” you reminded.

“Right. And Satan knows how long Hilda will be gone,” Zelda added. “Shall we continue upstairs?”

You nodded altogether too eagerly, which caused Zelda to chuckle. You moved off of her lap and she stood, offering you her hand. You took it and together, walked up the stairs, to your bedroom to continue where you had left off. This could be the start of something that you had been wanting for as long as you had known her. Perhaps you could finally call her your Zelda.

Despite the fact, there is no wrong thing. I mean unless you’re saying ‘yes, I wish Zelda had stayed under Blackwood’s spell and been raped repeatedly’ or things like ‘women are weak for being abused’ or other generically offensive opinions that go beyond the world of CAOS and into the real world, then I think your opinions are probably absolutely fine.  I’ve even had people message me saying ‘I really like this character, but I don’t want to post about it’ because they think they’ll get anon hate or judgement for it and that’s just wrong. 

For example, I ship Adam 2.0 with Lilith, I loved it, but I feel I can’t say this freely because a lot of people attack me for it. They attack the character of Adam or say Lilith shouldn’t be with a man, or the relationship was bad or whatever. But I should be allowed to ship that. 

Storylines; some people like a story arc, others don’t. It doesn’t mean one is bad and one is good. Some people like cheesy twists, some people like mythology, some people like angst. Some people accept where there’s issues but just happily ignore them for some fun TV. Some people like to over analyse. But stop judging one for the other.

I know some lovely people in this fandom, especially via RP, who I chat to, but as a whole group energy, the fandom feels very aggressive and judgemental, that sometimes you can find yourself thinking ‘ooh should I say this about this plot/character/ship for fear you’re not saying the ‘right’ plot/character/ship. 

Don’t condemn those who accept full canon and enjoy it, don’t condemn those who ignore canon and like to live in their own AU instead. 

I mean I personally don’t think Sabrina should be on the throne, and I think she’s a bad fit, and I want Lilith on the throne. But I don’t think people are wrong to say ‘Yay! Queen Sabrina!’ and support the canon outcome. Because neither opinions are wrong. They’re just opinions. And you shan’t be changing mine, haha.