Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Character/Pairing: Salem, Harvey/Sabrina, OCs
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Monday Challenge: Crazy Road Side Attractions
Warning(s): Future Fic
Word Count: 844
Date Written: 29 May 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Archie Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Oh, please, Sabrina!” Salem wailed, his razor sharp claws kneading his niece’s arm. “I don’t ask for anything any more! Not ever since the babies were born!”
“You asked for ice cream just last week!”
“That was different! You were all having it!” His long, black tail swished. “Just because I no longer have a human body doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have my own bowl of cream when everybody else is having it!”
“He does have a point, sweetheart,” Harvey remarked, keeping an eye on their children as they chased each other around the huge ball of yarn. “What could it hurt any way? You’re always telling the kids it’s okay to play with magic as long as nobody sees them.”
“I can’t keep them from practicing all the time. At least if they only use it when they’re home or in the other realm, I can make sure they’re safe.”
“And what happened when your aunts used to deny you the basic fun of being a young Witch?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.
“Easy, lover boy,” Salem muttered, reminding him that he was still in Sabrina’s arms as Harvey pulled her close.
“I’m not going to squish you, Salem,” Harvey assured him. “I’m arguing your case!”
“Argue it a little harder,” Salem said, twitching his tail. His green eyes gleamed as he gazed upon the huge statue of yarn. “It’s such a shame really that something so big and so beautiful should be made of stone! It should get to know life at least once! Everything should have a chance to live! Wouldn’t you agree, Sabrina?” he asked at the same that Harvey pouted at his wife.
She laughed and slapped the hand that wasn’t tucked around Salem at Harvey’s chest. “Fine! Fine! You two win! Just make sure the children don’t get run over by it or anything!”
“You’re going to do it, Mommy?”
Sabrina sighed as she turned toward the two little voices to see her children had stopped chased one another and come closer to overhear their argument. “Uncle Salem is right!” Harvey Junior spoke excitedly. “Everything should have a chance to live!”
“Just remember,” Sabrina told her husband, raising her finger between them. “You supported this idea.”
Harvey held up a hand as though taking a solemn oath. “I did, and I still do. Let the boy have some fun, Sabrina. He’s what? Nine hundred years old now?”
Salem swiftly reached over and stuck a single claw in Harvey’s wrist.
“Hey!” Harvey cried, grabbing his wrist where a small trickle of crimson blood was already beginning to appear. “I’m on your side, remember!”
“Watch the age, sonny!” Salem chastised jokingly though also swatting him with his tail.
“Oh, go chase a great, big ball of yarn!” Certain there were no other tourists or cars coming by at the time, Sabrina pointed at the statue. Her children squealed and clapped with glee as her magic took hold, transforming the statue into real yarn. Salem’s eyes grew larger with excitement. His mouth opened in a silent, gaping meow.
The yarn ball toppled off of its pedestal and rolled straight toward them. Salem launched himself at it with a yowl, all four, furry feet and his tail spreading out as he jumped. His twenty claws reached out from deep within him as he tore the yarn and gained purchase. “Oh, yeah, baby! Come to Papa!”
Quickly zapping, Sabrina set up road blocks a mile down the road on either side and formed an invisible, protective barrier around her children. Only then, when she was satisfied that it was safe for Salem to play with his enormous, new toy, did she allow Harvey to draw her back into his arms. “You knew you wanted to do that all along,” he teased her quietly.
She shrugged, grinning as she looked up at him. “I had to make him work for it.”
“Like you made me work for you, Missus Kinkle?”
“I always thought I was the one doing the working,” she teased back.
“I think we both worked hard enough to make this happen,” Harvey said, suddenly growing serious, “but it was worth every moment of it.”
“You still don’t mind being married to a Witch?” she asked, wrinkling her nose up at him.
“Oh, no! I love every minute of it and every part of you!” he declared. He kissed her then and would have kissed her longer despite the presence of their little ones if it hadn’t been for the very sensual, satisfied sounds coming from the oldest member of their little family.
“Salem!” Sabrina chastised, lifting her head first from their sweet, passionate kiss. “Remember the kids!”
“Uncle Salem, what are you doing to that ball of yarn?”
“I’m showing it who’s boss, Zelly!”
Sabrina and Harvey quickly covered their children’s eyes. “And you thought it was a good idea!” Sabrina chastised.
Her husband grinned sheepishly at her and shrugged his shoulders. “I told you we needed to find him a girlfriend!”