Rozz Stories

Youth feels immortal, so it easily befriends Death. But Youth dies inside a million times. Maturity thinks and remembers, crying ugly tears. Written on November 6, on Rozz Williams's birthday. About a bright, bright candle which burned at both sides. And about unrequited love, on Earth as it is in Heaven. As imperfect as this might be, after all these years living on with his memory, I finally decided to write something for him. Or so I hope, that he is somewhere, like I think he ultimately believed. What's certain, I wrote this for myself. Read if you know him, or read if you wish. If you find you don't like it, or disagree, please respect: of all things, this was written out of love.

When Y/N L/N moves to a small city called Greendale, she never would've thought that her new life there would lead her to a certain Prince of Hell, let alone a girl who's whole family are witches. During her first few days in the town, she makes friends with this girl - Sabrina - and her little clique. Although these five individuals seem like your normal teenage high schoolers, they hold many secrets behind those welcoming smiles they just so happen to show Y/N. So, how will Y/N react when she finds out all of those secrets, and even the secrets of her very own? Plus, when she meets the (alleged) Prince of Hell who has his eyes on her? *** "Woah... Sabrina?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Whose that?" She turned to the mystery man, stuttering out a sentence. "O-oh, um, that's Caliban. He's, uh, from Riverdale." She informed. "Hm, he's fine as hell." I said, discreetly checking him out. I thought he was paying no attention to me, and I thought I was being quiet, but his next words brought a blush to my face in automatic embarrassment. His accent didn't help. "Yes, I do believe that would be quite an accurate description... love." *** CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 Started: April 4th, 2020 Ended: ??? Cover by honeykixxed (my best friend 🥺🤧)