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please write that zelda x cordelia x reader fic before I die😩 I haven‘t been able to think about anything since your post 🤍

If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

Here’s my attempt that’s clearly gonna have multiple parts… otherwise I’m not happy with myself 😭 fingers crossed 🤞🏼 and before you guys come at me with flaming torches, I named reader Celeste. Sorry not sorry. 😬

[ z. s & c. g ]

part 2 here

To say you were exhausted was an understatement. Yawning softly, you lean your chin over your arm, blinking softly as you force yourself awake. At least you were a witch that with a snap of her fingers could put clothes on and appear presentable. You had a class to teach that morning in New Orleans at the Robichaux's Academy of exeptional young ladies, and then another in the afternoon back in Greendale.

Technically you had one job but in two different schools at the same time. Why? Because you couldn't bring yourself to pick one, being emotionally connected to both headmistresses in a profound way. You grew up in Greendale and attended the Academy of Unseen Art, growing close to the Spellmans since the very first day when they took you under their wing. After finishing your studies, you obtained a specialization in both ancient tongues and herbalism. It wasn't difficult for Zelda to see your potential as witch. She praised you in a way that you never experienced before.

Honestly you felt like you owned her everything and more, because she showed you a love you had no idea could exist for someone like you. At the end of your academic journey, her role of High Priestess allowed her to easily offer you a job at the Academy, as teacher. Your eyes had twinkled with emotion and gratitude. You're pretty sure you shed a couple of tears and Zelda too, ended up feeling emotional, and blaming you for messing up her mascara.

Back in the day, Zelda had offered you a home, considering your unfortunate situation. You were adopted by a family of mortals, that loved you until they didn't. When you turned fifteen, they came to terms with your true nature, got scared and the rest is history. You never blamed them, or at least, you tried not to. After all, if your biological parents abandoned you, what could prevent your adoptive ones to do the same? Feeling like a burden, you left and found refuge with the Spellmans.

At first, Zelda was skeptical of you, a bit coldish and distant, however that facade soon faded, being replaced by a new sentiment. You learned the tragedy that affected her family, first the loss of an elder brother, and then that of her niece, Sabrina, and you told her about yours. Zelda grew close to you in her own way, a way that you soon came to see as love. It was through suble glances, soft touches, and sultry jokes, that she never failed to put a smile on your face, or result in a chuckle. You became her dearest. Your mutual second chance.

It wasn't unusual to feel her arms circle your waist, the pads of her fingers pressing against your skin, as she pulled your body against her front. The way her lips cracked upwards everytime she got you blushing, her voice calling you her dearest. When you were sick, Zelda was the first in line to look after you. You often asked her to stay the night with you, whereas other nights, you didn't even need to ask, that she was there.

You could say there was something between you and Zelda, that something being obvious to everyone in the house. But you never really put a name to it. Why? Because it wasn't unusual for witches to feel physical attraction towards one another and commitment, real commitment wasn't really something taken in consideration. And truth be told, an ordinary relationship hardly seemed possible for one like you. Why? Because your heart was split in two.

You loved Zelda to a fault, but she wasn't the only woman haunting your dreams. There was also a certain blonde witch that occupied your mind every day and night. The Supreme, your Supreme, the headmistress of the Robichaux's Academy for exceptional young ladies. You two met when the world had its days counted with the apocalypse around the corner. It was important by then that all witches joined forces to prevent a spoiled little child like Michael to destroy the world.

Not with little effort, the world was saved, but life had never been the same after that. Neither for you nor Cordelia. You two grew closer, she took a liking on you and your abilities, having never met a witch like you, with common interests such as herbalism, but also opposites in terms of general knowledge in witchcraft. Cordelia was gentle, extremely affectionate. If you had to use a methaphor to describe the two witches, you'd say one is a cat and the other is a golden retriever. Pretty obvious and simplified as explanation.

You were screwed. At first you thought the feeling growing towards Cordelia was only a crush meant to pass, but it never did. Ant it was confusing you to the bone, because the attachment to Zelda never subsided either You came to understand that you were in love with both witches. You couldn't explain why to your eyes that felt like a betrayal from you. If love was a sin, your stake was already burning. You were screwed.

You were a sinner, because you wanted both: the delicacy of your Supreme, and the fierceness of your High Priestess. When you told Zelda you had accepted a position at Cordelia's Academy, she was left speechless for a bunch of seconds, her eyes had welled up with angry tears that she had refused to shed in your presence. You explained her that accepting Cordelia's offer didn't mean erasing your duties at the Academy of Unseen arts, so eventually, she came to terms with it.

Whereas the Robichaux's Academy mainly focused on mastering the seven wonders, along with extracurricular subjects such as herbalism, Latin and sacred scriptures, which honestly were introduced after your arrival, the Academy of unseen arts dealt with occultism in more detail. Under Cordelia's guidance, you were able to learn to transmute and you were now mastering the pyrokinesis. Considering the great distance between the two academies, it was necessary for you to learn about transmutation first.

Each and every time, you lost your temper, because you couldn't perform the spell, she had to stifle a laugh, taking in the sight of your pouty face with nothing but pride and admiration. She never laughed at you, but with you. And even more when you childishly crossed your arms over your chest and called her meanie. Then she would click her tongue, briefly roll her eyes before prompting you to come give her a hug. You'd give in, obviously. You could never deny her a thing, even less a hug. "You're too pretty to pout, petal," she would say, making you blush and giggle.

Back to the present, you've been going back and forth for quite some time now, from New Orleans to Greendale and vice versa. Considering you often had a class to teach at both schools, you performed transmutation countless times a week. At first it didn't affect your health, but lately your body was sending you desperate signals for you to listen.

"Hi sweet lamb, here's your coffee with a pinch of cinnamon as you like it," Hilda speaks softly as she places the steaming cup right in front of you.

It was seven in the morning, meaning that you still had an hour before showing up at the Robichaux's Academy for exceptional young ladies.

You lift your head and meet her gaze, a grateful smile tugs at your lips. "Thank you, Hilda" you mutter, your voice sounding lower than intended.

You take a couple of sips, and sigh contently.

"Are you quite alright?", she asks, a crease forming in between her brows.

You nod quickly, sweeping your tongue over your lips, "Sure, just a bit tired," you chirp, "anything that your amazing coffee can't fix."

"I'm glad," Hilda chuckles at that, a light blush comes coloring her cheeks at the compliment just received. But a part of her knows it's not a complete truth. Her forehead creases, undecisive rather to say something or not, as you keep sipping your coffee nonchalantly. In that moment, a certain redhead comes down the stairs. You grin as you perceive her aura invade yours even before feeling her physically behind you.

When she places a hand over your shoulder, your eyes dart to her. Mesmerized by those red lips smiling down at you, she voices tenderly, "Good morning, dear."

A little dimple appears on your cheek, as you try to contain the butterflies in your stomach, but it's no use when the redhead brushes her lips against your forehead. Your lashes flutter close for a moment, "Morning, Zelds," you breathe out.

She takes a seat next to you, then greets Hilda, that had already placed her coffee on the table.

"So, Celeste, what's your plan today?", Zelda asks you.

The change in your expression doesn't go unnoticed neither by Zelda nor Hilda, as you take a couple of seconds to collect your thoughts.

"I teach at the Robichaux's Academy between 8 and 11, then I have a short break, which isn't really a break but a gap to use to plan my next class here later this afternoon at 3," you explain, before taking another sip of your coffee, "Oh before that, I also need to check on the bay tree that I planted at the greenhouse. Cordelia is as excited as a five years old to learn about the use of it," you add with a chuckle, however, Zelda doesn't find it funny.

Her eyes linger on your features with a persistent frown. Your face looks paler than usual as you speak.

"I'm still amazed sometimes when I think that they hardly deal with subjects like invocation or conjuring," you blabber absentmindedly.

Hilda takes a bite of one of the fresh baked cookies she churned out that same morning, "I don't blame Cordelia's choice on the matter, lamb. The knowledge of such things can be dangerous in the wrong hands," she points out, with a mouthful.

You nod amusedly, while Zelda winces, "You're probably right. But, they are so interesting," you emphasize, "I think she is seeing it too now," you grin proudly, "I'm this close to convince her to add demonology to the program."

Zelda laughs bitterly, making both you and Hilda to turn towards her.

"It shouldn't be your concern, Celeste. Seems to me you're taking on too much."

You saw it coming, you roll your eyes, knowing Zelda was being just... Zelda. Unnecessarily apprehensive. "That's not true, Zelds," you reach out a hand to touch hers. Her lips twitch in a brief smile, when you affectionately stroke her skin, "Besides, I'm happy to show her coven a different way to teach magic."

"I still believe she is asking you for too much."

You promptly shake your head, "She isn't asking for anything," you insist, but she doesn't buy it. Those were all your initiatives, your ideas, that Cordelia simply went along with, because she trusted you. "Zelds," you squeeze her hand, a hint of joke in your next words, "You shouldn't talk about Cordelia like that. She is the Supreme. Our Supreme."

Zelda groans dramatically, "And it's precisely for this reason that she should be able to plan her classes better. She lets you do all the work, way too convenient, if you ask me."

"That's not true, I--" you try to interject but she stops you, "If you want me to be frank with you, Celeste, I don't believe I've ever seen you so tired before starting working at the Robichaux's Academy."

It was coming again. You sigh and bow your head, withdrawing your hand from hers. A sense of nervousness rush over you, as you try to focus on your now cold bevarage.

"We are not having this conversation again," you state simply.

Zelda's brows draw together, "Too bad because we are."

You close your eyes shut and inhale sharply, "Can you just— not?"

You loved Zelda, you really did, but sometimes her fierceness took a significant toll on you.

She grins amusedly, before mouthing a simple and annoying no.

"Zelda, I have a class in half an hour and it would be really unfortunate to start off with a headache," you declare, stubbornly.

But she is Zelda Spellman, of course she doesn't drop it just because you ask her to.

"Why can't you be honest with me? For weeks you haven't been yourself. Did you reall think I wouldn't notice? " she sighs softly when you don't respond. She turns to face you before carefully placing a single finger under your chin, "Celeste..."

"Zelda, I'm fine. I'm just excited to get things done."

"Celeste, this isn't working anymore," your eyes snap open, in both shock and confusion. "What are you saying?", you ask hesitantly. She hushes you softly, noticing the sudden concern in your eyes. "I'm just suggesting that maybe you need to slow down, take days off..."

"No," you shake your head, "Zelda, you're overreacting, I truly don't know where this is coming from but I'm f--"

"Do not say you're fine or help me Lilith —" she spats, almost startling you. Hilda bounces on the spot, blinking softly, a crumble of cookie falls on the table, "Zelda," she interferes, however the redhead doesn't even listen to her and adds, "I'll forbid you to leave the house until you're properly rested."

You laugh bitterly at this point, "You can't do that!"

"Oh please dare me," she gives you that look, the sassy and bossy look that gets on your nerves sometimes. She has good intentions and you know it. Both you and Hilda understand her actions are guided by her heart, that is not for everyone.

"You're unbelievable," you mutter while rubbing your sore temples.

"You're clearly unwell," Zelda insists.

You feel like you're going to explode, "Because you're being a little overjudgmental, maybe?", you snap and she glares at you, not particularly enjoying your behavior.

"Zelda dear, I think we should all calm down and find a proper solution," Hilda stutters akwardly.

You turn to face Hilda, "So you too think there is a problem? Really?", you ask in disbelief.

"Sweet lamb, Zelda is simply worried about you. And so am I. Your aura is feebler than usual, and that's probably due to the amount of magic you perform daily which is extreme even for the Supreme herself."

Your fingers start trembling, your entire body actually feels like it's out on a limb. You stand up and starts pacing in the attempt to calm your nerves. Zelda never drops her gaze from you. Deep down, she knows she can't keep you nor force you to do as she pleases. She would never forgive herself if you stared growing hard feelings towards her.

"I simply didn't get enough sleep last night, but it doesn't mean I'm worn out or unable to do my job."

Zelda gets up, taking careful steps towards you. She can feel your magic crackling, the air getting thinner and tenser.

"I never said that, dear. All I'm saying is that you should slow down," she pleads. Hilda is looking at you as if you're a defenseless little creature. "She means good, lamb. We just want to help you," the youngest interferes.

"I'll think about it," you say curtly. It was still early for your class, however, you needed a change of scenery for your own sanity. "Now, I'm sorry I have work to do," you mutter waving your arms and performing transmutation.

"Celeste, wait-", when Zelda calls out your name, it's already too late and you're gone. She groans loudly, now pissed off for real, "Mother of Demons grant me the strenght."

#american horror story #sarah paulson x reader #miranda otto x reader #zelda spellman x reader #cordelia goode x reader #ahs #chilling adventures of sabrina #ahs coven #wlw

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weemsicallygay · 1 year

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get to know the user + writing info

please read. i beg of you, before you request or shit on my profile /pos

first of all, helloOoOo!! so if you're here in my profile, you've probably read my fics about principal larissa weems, or even regina mills (and some other milfs/characters i forgot i wrote for), and y'know, i don't blame you for falling down in this rabbit hole.

my name is nina, short for aranina! it's not my real/legal name (of course) but i do like the name and i'm more comfortable going by it. my pronouns are she/they, but i use them interchangeably! i'm a filipino queer woman who likes to write about women for women (mostly).

now when i say i write about women, i definitely mean *about* women. most of my x-reader fics are written with y/n as a female at default or at least feminine in nature, hence why i use she/her pronouns, because i am more comfortable that way and that's just how i write. i'm not saying that i'm not open to writing using they/them since i've done it before, but until then, i'll need to get used to writing using the latter.

i also do tend to create original characters based on the fandoms i'm in (example: edith sinclair for wednesday, lilith morningstar for ahs, evonne irving for ouat and more that are on my ao3) so hehe.

most of my recent writings are intentionally written in lowercase, i don't really proofread my works that much because i'm lazy as fuck (really that's all there is to it.)

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writing info

ah, so you've found my fics. like in any other platforms i write in (wattpad and ao3), i do take requests when i can. granted, i won't be able to finish them soon as they're sent in bc i prefer daydreaming the prompts rather than writing.

i mainly write domestic and fluff since those are my favorites to read about, but i'm also open to other genres and tropes like: - friends to lovers - fake dating - (consensual!!) forced proximity - coffee shop/bookstore aus - high school aus (granted that BOTH the reader and character/s are students or teachers) - royalty aus - age difference (no minors.) - jealousy tropes - enemies/friends with benefits to lovers - hurt/comfort fics

please note that i'm also very open to writing smut, just no degradation. :)

what i am NOT open to write about are the following: - miscommunication trope - cheating tropes - major character death with no happy ending (all good vibes here please) - yandere behavior/stalking tropes - incest - unresolved conflict - de-aged character - any kind of dead dove fics. i just can't.

writing is an outlet for me, writing stuff is just as imaginative and creative for me just as how it is for you reading it. i'm a fellow reader of fanfics of the characters that i write too, so please if you don't like what i write, please just scroll away or some other stuff.

anyway, here's a list of all the people i write for (currently) and plan on making a masterlist for all my fics for: - gwendoline christie and characters - lana parrilla and characters - cate blanchett and characters - miranda otto and characters - michelle gomez and characters

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last disclaimer/warning: if you see any of my fics/headcanons on wattpad or archive of our own under the username "deliasgaelle", that's me too LOL. please don't report them or this account for plagiarism 😭 it's been done to me before, so please 😭😭😭

okay that's all <3

#weemsicallygay #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #cordelia goode x reader #lana parrilla x reader #cate blanchett x reader #miranda otto x reader #michelle gomez x reader #pls i wanna write for missy and mary wardwell

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zeldas-cigarrette · 6 months

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ೃ⁀➷ Imagine Zelda comforting you during a thunderstorm ·˚ ༘

Both you and Zelda had spent the afternoon at the kitchen table, each following their own trail of thoughts, when suddenly a loud rumbling from outside started to sound. A lightning strike followed. You flinched at the abrupt sound, making Zelda jolt from your sudden movement. “Scared of a little thunderstorm now, are we?”, Zelda sighed heavily and put down her newspaper. Brushing a strand of hair out of her forehead, she decided to soften her expression.

“No… I just didn’t expect the sound”, you folded your arms in front of your chest. Unwilling to believe your hesitant stuttering, Zelda got up and motioned with her hand to follow her. The older witch stood in front of the great living room window waiting for you to join. You’ve always hated thunderstorms, something unpredictable about them creeped you out. You slowly walked over to her unbeknownst to what she wanted you to do now. As you stood next to her, Zelda wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her. The witch pointed out to her yard, which was currently watered by the heavy rain that accompanied the ongoing thunderstorm.

"There, there, my dear. Thunderstorms are a part of nature's grand performance”, her raspy voice was almost soothing. “Think of it as the sky's way of cleansing the earth. The storm will pass and you'll see, it won't last forever”, Zelda brushed her lips against your temple and swiftly caressed your side before taking a step back from you. You remained at the window, recalling your girlfriend's words. Although it seemed messy, the storm slowly appeared calming to you and your fears were slightly calmed.

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elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

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Ok guys pleaseeeeee please I need more Lilith x Reader or Lilith x zelda fanfic I've read every one possible and I'm sooooo desperate.

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kingpreciouswrld · 3 years

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Scratch (Miranda Otto x Reader)

Based on a bts video of the Rain On Me M/V where Lady Gaga is trying to put Neosporin on a scratch on Ariana's face that she gave to her by accident.

Also, this is totally self indulgent and my first time posting an actual fanfic and I don't even know how to post on tumblr so like..just go easy on me man ;-;

Also just realized the gender of the reader isn't mentioned so :)

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You and your on-screen girlfriend Miranda Otto just finished filming a scene together. That was a wrap for the day although during your last take, Miranda accidentally scratched the side of your face with her nails.

It honestly wasn't that bad of a scratch. It was practically nonexistent. Of course, Miranda thought otherwise.

Since you guys were done, you laid down on the floor of the pre-call tent scrolling through your phone. Your other costar, Michelle Gomez, was also in the tent and started to take a video of you after you told her what happened.

"So what happened?"

You smiled dreamily at the camera, "Miranda Otto scratched my face. I hope it scars."

"How does it look?"

"It looks hard," you checked your face on your phone camera. "I feel like I was in an action movie."

Miranda came in and kneeled at your head with some Neosporin in her hands.

"NO!" you rolled away from her and onto your stomach. "NO NEOSPORIN!"

Miranda immediately followed you, walking on her knees to get to you.

The redhead dog piled you, placing a small blob of the ointment on her finger as she put her full weight on you.

"Y/n..give me your face." She chuckled as she looked up at Michelle.

You squealed and shielded the scratch with your hand, "No no no no no no no!"

Miranda softly held your head down to the side and tried to put the neosporin on you. She tutted as you tried to wriggle away from her finger "Ah ah ah ah ah-"

"I want it to stay!" You kept leaning further away from her hand.

"Listen to your mom!" She grunted.

When you were far away enough from under her body, you started to push yourself up from the ground. "Oh my god, we literally eat each other's faces on screen." You shrugged Miranda off your shoulder in the process and she landed on her ass, her hands still up to keep the neosporin on her finger.

Miranda was already starting to stand and you backed away slowly.

"Listen to me!"

You put up your hands as if you were prepared to fight her.

She walked towards you and you sped up your retreat.

"You have a scratch on your face! You can't get infected before we go to comic con!"

As Miranda started to quicken her own approach, you turned around and ran out of the tent.

She was right behind you, chasing you down all the while holding the neosporin on her finger.

"Please?! Come here!"

Michelle was still filming the whole thing, laughing as she captured you guys running out of the tent.

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a/n: when I say based on, I meant verbatim. Yes, not an original work but like I said, I wanted a pairing with this situation and I didn't know how I would do that with Zelda or even Lilith but I mean hey, I might try it later...y'all have no idea how many times I've had to watch the video to get everything down.

#miranda otto #miranda otto x reader #michelle gomez #caos #zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman imagine #should i even be tagging zelda spellman?#yeah idk #anyways #caos imagine

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stayevildarling · 3 years

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Cordelia Goode x Zelda Spellmann x Alma Peregrine x Reader - A common matter

word count: 4.7k

warnings: angst, hurt, comfort, mention of violence

Prompt: Three women with magical powers, all headmistresses to schools, providing young witches and warlocks with peculiar talents a home, share a common interest- you. What happens when the person they care about most is in possible danger?

A/N: This idea is based on a recent post of mine about these three characters. It‘s somewhat an AU based in this current time period. I haven’t written in a while or done a crossover before, just a heads up. Hope everyone enjoys reading!

Taglist: (if you wanna be added or taken off, send me a dm or an ask)

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Cordelia had a feeling, an unsettling one as soon as she woke in the middle of the night, chest rising and falling fast as if the breath was knocked out of her lungs. Her intuition or maybe it was her supreme power but she knew something wasn‘t right. However, she couldn‘t quite put the pieces together or understand what exactly was causing this feeling within her. After all, she wasn‘t at home, wasn‘t near the coven or her witches, and she sure as hell wasn‘t going to call the academy in the middle of the night, worrying and alerting the others.

If it wasn‘t for the council meeting she was currently stuck in, with academies from places all over the country, she would have observed, found the source. As she wanders the halls of the academy for warlocks that are holding the council meeting this time, trying to find whether there was a source within this school waking her, she was unaware that another witch and headmistress was ripped out of her dreams, almost the same agonizing feeling keeping her from sleep.

As Cordelia gently wanders the hallway of the upper floor, where her bedroom was located for the amount of time she was staying here, she passes a balcony, overlooking the gardens of the academy and she is surprised to find another person awake at this time. However this wasn‘t just any woman with red, almost ginger hair, overlooking the said gardens, holding a cigarette in her hand gracefully, inhaling and exhaling the smoke slowly.

The blonde headmistress had seen this woman quite a few times, even remembering some snarky comments from some of the many council meetings they had both attended, representing their academies. As Cordelia steps out into the cold chilly night, a set of green eyes finds her brown ones and an eyebrow raising on both of the women‘s features. There is silence for a moment, both of the witches admiring the sky filled with stars.

„Can‘t sleep either hm?“ Zelda speaks up, in between her drags. Cordelia simply nods, having a feeling that there was also a reason the woman standing in front of her was awake at this time, the cigarette in her hand surely not the only reason. „I‘m C-“ she tries but Zelda stops her. „You‘re Cordelia Goode, supreme and headmistress of Miss Robichaux‘s“ Zelda finishes and is met with a surprised glance from the blonde.

„You know me?“ she asks in return, somewhat used to getting recognized amongst other witches but not particularly in this setting, as her and the redhead hadn't been officially introduced.

„Of course, I‘d recognize my supreme anywhere“ Zelda replies, a smirk playing on her lips before introducing herself. „I‘m Zelda Spellmann, high priestess of the Academy of Unseen Arts“. The two of them shake hands, before something catches their attention, a bird flying near them and interrupting the peace and quiet just momentarily.

Before either of them know it, the bird more specifically falcon vanishes into the dark night sky. Both women part ways before the cold creeps up on them and their tired bones, from carrying the weight of responsibilities, both leading academies for witches and warlocks, back to their beds to rest, the feeling in their chest, however, still present.

It's not until midday and in the middle of the council meeting when the strange feeling in both of the women's chests finally make sense and give them some answers the next day. ''Miss Goode, there is an urgent phone call for you'' their meeting is interrupted and the supreme leaves behind preoccupied witches and warlocks, going on about introducing and making plans for their schools, only a set of green eyes follow the blonde leaving the room as Zelda had noticed Cordelia's reaction and the fear in her eyes as she hastily picked up the phone upon exiting the room.

''Zoe?'' the supreme asks, her voice matching the shaking of her hands as she knows the only reason they would call her mid-council meeting, would be some kind of emergency. ''Cordelia, I'm so sorry to bother you but it's Y/N'' the brunette witch explains, having been by Cordelia's side, as her student first but soon after helping her around the academy and becoming an active part of life at Miss Robichaux's.

As soon as the blonde hears your name, her heart stops for a moment and instantly she thinks back to the feeling in her chest, that seems to be intensifying by the minute. ''I'm on my way'' she simply says before returning the phone and walking back inside the room full of people. She picks up her things before clearing her throat and getting the attention of the people around her. ''I'm terribly sorry but I have to head back at once'' she explains, a few empathetic smiles and nods allowing her to leave.

Zelda's gaze instantly focuses on Cordelia and even though she hardly knows the woman and only ever exchanged words with her the night before, something in her gut tells her to go after her and follow the blonde. Just as the supreme is about to teleport back to New Orleans, she hears the sound of heels tapping fast against the wooden floor and approaching. Her eyebrows furrow as she sees Zelda heading towards her.

''Is everything alright?'' she asks a little out of breath, knowing the question is totally out of line as it isn't her right to ask or know the supreme's whereabouts or reasoning for leaving. Cordelia hesitates for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing, which doesn't go unnoticed by the high-priestess.

''It's just, I have had this strange feeling in my chest since last night that something is wrong and when you got that phone call it only seemed to intensify'' Zelda explains.

The supreme's eyes widen, not expecting this to be the outcome of this conversation and at the same time terribly confused. ''It's just I have had this same feeling'' Cordelia mumbles before composing herself and explaining ''It's just my- one of my witches seems to have gone missing'' she explains. Zelda's eyebrows furrow in synch as she doesn't understand the meaning of them sharing the same feeling since the night before. ''Her name is Y/N'' Cordelia explains, searching the redhead's eyes.

''Y/N?'' Zelda repeats, the color fading from her face as she realizes they share more than their witchcraft and the fact they are both leading academies for witches. They share another common interest, you. Cordelia looks at Zelda a little puzzled before the pieces finally fall into place and she remembers you telling her about this other academy you had attended, before eventually finding your home in New Orleans.

''I- she used to be one of my witches'' Zelda explains, remembering you were one of her most promising ones but understanding you wanting to find your way outside of Greendale. Instantly her heart rate picks up, despite not having seen you for such a long time, she had always and still cares about you deeply. ''I remember her telling me about another academy once'' Cordelia remembers and thinks back to the conversation you two had when first joining.

The two women realize that it's important for Cordelia to get back and so the supreme gets ready to teleport before Zelda hands her a card. ''Could you please let me know if she's okay and in case not please also call me?'' she almost whispers as the thought of you getting hurt, causing for an aching to fill her heart.

''Of course'' Cordelia replies with a smile, noticing that there must have been a deeper connection between the both of you. As they part ways, Zelda heading back into the council meeting and Cordelia heading home, they both have you on their mind, worrying about you and flashbacks of memories you had shared with them both, replaying in their minds.

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''Let me go'' you struggle to find any words describing the feelings inside you. Everything is buzzing, the pain in your head throbbing and making it impossible to think clearly or notice much around you. You aren't sure if it's sweat, tears, or blood currently streaming down your face as you still feel their hands on you, holding you in place as you tried to fight your way out of their grasp.

It all happened so quickly, you simply wanted to follow your routine by going on your early morning walk as you often woke early even on weekends, unable to fall back asleep. You enjoyed the gardens and greenhouse of Miss Robichaux's Academy but sometimes you just wanted to see more, outside of the white building and its gardens. So you took your coat and headed outside but soon you heard footsteps approaching fast and multiple. Before you knew it everything went dark before you felt an excruciating pain in your head.

As you are now awake, barely being able to keep all of your feelings inside, feeling both mad, scared, and exhausted, you try and calm down to check your surroundings. The building you are in is dark and cold, with barely any light source and you can just barely notice the shadow of a person. Judging by their voice it must be a man, possibly middle-aged but you can't make out his silhouette.

''What do you want?'' you shout, the taste of blood suddenly filling your mouth. You notice him taking a few steps closer and instantly you flinch, expecting more bruising and beating but to your surprise he stops in his tracks.

''Well well, I'm surprised you witches haven't figured this out even after all this time''. His comment is enough for you to remember the stories about witch-hunting that you had heard in Greendale but mostly from Cordelia, her telling you about the attacks on the coven and their witches, even amongst their own at the time before you joined them.

''You will bring them to me'' he mumbles, before walking into the other end of the room, to the light source you still can't figure out. Before his words set in, you slowly begin to lose consciousness, the only thing on your mind blonde curls and a set of brown eyes, that you are so used to staring into at this point.

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''What happened Zoe, Queenie?'' Cordelia asks, almost a little helpless as the thought of you disappearing so suddenly almost takes her breath away. She cared for all of her witches of course and normally she wouldn't be this concerned, however, she knows this is very unlike you, not returning by afternoon after leaving the house so early.

The two witches face their supreme, feeling bad as they can't seem to give her any answers about your whereabouts. They hadn't seen you since last night, however, Madison telling them she saw you head out for your morning walk, while she was standing by her window, barely awake smoking a cigarette. ''She should have been back by now'' Cordelia mumbles, checking the time and closing her eyes, searching for any signs or any clues as to what is going on. Of course, they tried calling you but the calls went straight to voicemail every single time.

''I have to find her'' Cordelia explains, before heading to the greenhouse. It was usually her safe and sacred place, just her and the peace and quiet of the many plants residing in the house, mostly built of glass. Instantly the supreme gets to work, trying every book, for a sign, a spell, or something so she could locate you. She gets a little frustrated mid-way however, as the thought of you being in danger continues to creep into her mind, only filling her brain with horrible images.

''An item'' she reads the pages of the book, a little while later, after composing herself and realizing she has got to stay focused in order to find you. She is quick to find an item of yours, one of your rings with a little diamond that you would usually wear, that you must have forgotten this morning. With a flick of her wrist and some latin words spoken, she manages to successfully locate you and being able to see a reflection of your whereabouts in the very diamond of the ring she is holding.

She gasps as soon as she sees the image of you on the chair and she is determined to teleport to you immediately before her hand reaches into her trouser pocket, Zelda's card suddenly on her mind. Cordelia knows she can do this by herself but something about the conversation she had with the redhead earlier causes for her to dial Zelda's number and inform her of what is happening.

''It's Y/N, she is hurt, I'm not sure what happened but I'll send you the address'' Cordelia explains and without many words exchanged, the two witches teleport to your exact location, finding themselves in front of what seems to be a warehouse. It looks intact and not abandoned which confuses both the redhead and also the blonde.

''What happened?'' Zelda snaps, her fear of something happening to you, overtaking her. ''I used a spell to find her whereabouts and it led me here, I had a vision of her sitting in a chair and-''. However, before the supreme finishes her sentence, the horrible image creeps back into her mind and she stops herself from inflicting the same feeling onto the witch standing next to her.

A set of green eyes locks with brown ones, fear in their eyes, however not of what's to come and what or rather whom they would have to fight, more the fear of what state they would find you and also the possibility of not finding you at all. ''Ready?'' the blonde asks gently, only to be met with a very determined redhead in return. ''More ready than ever'' Zelda replies before both women head inside.

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You aren't sure how much time had passed, hours, possibly days as the pain in your head still robs you of the ability to think clearly, use your magic, despite being restrained or to fight back. As you open your eyes, through your blurry vision, you can see the same light source and silhouette standing at the other end of the room.

''Just in time'' you hear the same man from before mumble, however, this time more footsteps echoing in the large warehouse. Everything in the next few moments feels like it's sped up. You hear talking, for a second mistaking the voices for more feminine ones, not realizing they are far more familiar than you initially believed.

You fight with all of the strength left in your body to keep your eyes open, however, you keep losing consciousness due to the wound on your head. Unaware that at the moment both Cordelia and Zelda are fighting the witch hunters with their combined witch powers and strength. However, as they left in such a rush, none of them even gave the possibility of this being a trap a thought, you a deliberate target to lure them into the warehouse as they were after bigger powers, both the supreme and head priestess ones.

Cordelia tries to not focus on you and keep her eyes away from you, however, it proves to be impossible, seeing you in such a state. They planned this very detailed, not only trapping you here but also using everything in their power to keep the witches from using their full magic, actually having to fight with their bare hands as well. One of the witch hunters grabs Zelda, knocking the breath from her lungs and causing for her to gasp in pain. As much as Cordelia tries to fight the men coming after her, they are a little too strong against the two.

As you are about to lose consciousness again for a moment, you suddenly hear an all too familiar sound. It's not a voice but simply a chirp and you'd recognize that sound anywhere. Instantly your blurry gaze aims upwards and there you see the glimpse of a bird, but not just any bird, more specifically a peregrine falcon. A smile creeps its way onto your features as you knew now that you weren't alone. A lot of questions fill your mind like how Miss Peregrine had found you and how long it had been since you had last seen her, however, the pain blocking the thoughts as you are on the verge of losing consciousness again.

Even though Cordelia's struggling she is surprised when she sees the falcon, knowing it can't be a coincidence. Suddenly she is pulled into a memory, of the night before, meeting Zelda and standing on the balcony and seeing the same bird. Her eyes widen when it suddenly transforms into a human, a woman with black hair, streaked with blue, wearing an all-black outfit, that looks just a little old-fashioned to the supreme. With a flick of her wrist, she frees Zelda and Cordelia, allowing them to fight back and with the combination of the three women's powers, they are finally able to fight the witch hunters back.

It doesn't take long for the unknown men to fly across the warehouse and losing consciousness themselves, Cordelia also making sure they lose any memories of this event or their plans to ever threaten or hurt you or the witches again. The supreme took care of this as a safety measure so neither of them or any witches for that matter would have to deal with them again. For a moment there is silence, Cordelia, Zelda, and Alma looking at each other both confused but also grateful to each other for fighting them together. That's until they hear a groan coming from the other end of the warehouse and instantly they make their way over to you, still unable to move in the chair the witch hunters had tided you in.

''Y/N'' Cordelia chokes out as she finally reaches you and for a moment she panics, seeing the blood on your face and your eyes that are closed. She notices your shallow breathing before grabbing your hand and squeezing it. ''Sweetheart, can you open your eyes for me?'' she tries gently. For a moment you manage to get a glimpse of the blonde and a smile creeps its way onto your features, knowing whatever may happen now, she has got you and you are safe with your supreme.

''We need to get her somewhere safe'' Alma speaks up, her voice sounding a little rushed as if danger was still so close and present. Cordelia and Zelda turn to the unfamiliar woman a little confused, and maybe even a little unsure, despite her being the reason for their own safety. However, both women put the questions aside, caring more about your wellbeing at this moment. ''Let's get her into the academy'' Cordelia ushers and takes you into her arms, as Zelda frees you of the restraints, frowning when seeing your bruised wrists.

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As you wake up the next time, unaware yet again how many days, minutes, or hours had passed, you notice the change of environment and also your vision more clear than before. It allows you to see the bedroom inside the coven, instantly giving you a sense of calm and safety as you see the familiar white curtains and the smell of Cordelia's perfume lingering in the air gently.

''She is going to be out of it for a while'' you suddenly remember Cordelias voices explaining, a flashback, bits of a conversation your subconciousness must have picked up while being asleep. After taking you back to the coven, the three women made sure to look after you in their own ways, Cordelia taking care of the bruises, Zelda helping her with healing potions, and making sure your body is hydrated while you would recover.

Alma stayed, wanting to understand more about the exact reasoning for the events that had taken place, as she could only predict them, when it was almost too late, being able to time travel to the night before, to the balcony where Zelda and Cordelia stood and introduced each other. She found the answers eventually, figuring out that this was unrelated to Hollowgasts or the loops.

''How did you end up knowing then? if it was unrelated to your portals or the monsters you have to fight?'' Cordelia had questioned after Alma formerly introduced herself as headmistress to her home for peculiar children, explaining about how you had walked into one of her loops a while ago, traveling back in time and staying in touch afterward and that she never quite wanted to lose sight of you and wanting to make sure you are okay, even after all this time, as for her many years had passed.

Cordelia understood, having heard about this specific type of magic before, remembering Myrtle, her true mother figure reading about it in books to her when she first joined the academy. Zelda was skeptical, never having heard about loops before and more bothered about arguing what type of bird Alma truly was. However, they shared a common interest, you. And despite the responsibilities they both have, Zelda, needing to get back to her academy and family, Alma needing to get back to her children and keeping the loops intact, they wanted to truly make sure you were okay as they both still cared deeply about you.

Not even a day had passed since the three of them find you, as you wake up. Despite feeling the peace, you worry, wanting anything but to be alone at this moment. ''Delia?'' you mumble out, a little croaky as you hadn't properly spoken in a while, only mumbling or shouting being possible in the days before.

You also weren't quite sure if you were hallucinating, whether any of this happened and whether you got a glimpse of Zelda and Alma, or whether that wasn't the truth. After all, it had been years, they couldn't be here could they? You knew Delia would be here as she had been by your side for many years now, sharing the very room with you that you had woken up in moments before.

It didn't need a lot, the slightest change of the peace that had the bedroom occupied for the last hours, instantly alerting the supreme that you had woken up. The door opens and tears instantly fill your vision as you see Cordelia, as in those dark moments, trapped in the chair, fighting the battle with consciousness again and again, you had doubted whether you would get to see her again, look into her brown soft orbs and having her hands cup your cheeks, just like they are now, as she gently wipes your tears. ''Shh sweetheart, it's okay you are safe with me now, I have got you'' she reassures, seeing the hurt and scared in your pretty eyes.

''What happened?'' you ask confused, still not having all of the answers. Cordelia hesitates, not knowing whether the truth was the right answer at this moment, not wanting to add to your state. ''You are safe my love'' she repeats before gently taking your body into her arms and rocking you back and forth gently. For a moment you sob into her chest, letting the fear and emotions out, knowing you are safe with her now. After a little while, the questions hit you like a slap from reality in your face, a wake-up call to not ignore the things you saw or believed you did.

''I- you saved me?'' you ask and Cordelia simply nods in return. ''But there was someone else there, Zelda? and and'' you stumble over your words, not wanting to sound crazy and also realizing you hadn't shared all of your stories with the supreme just yet. ''And Alma'' she finishes with a soft smile, a confirmation that you hadn't imagined the falcon or the familiar sound of Zelda's voice and that it was true. ''How?'' you ask confused, not being able to comprehend how the three of them could end up in the same place, specifically rescuing you by the looks of it and the things you remember.

''Would you like to ask them yourself, my love?'' Cordelia asks gently, and as she sees the little sparkle in your eyes, she finds herself smiling. ''They are here? still?'' you question, only to be met with a nod from the blonde. ''Yes please'' you exclaim, still so many questions on your mind.

She leaves the room for a moment, only to return with Zelda first. You instantly smile, having fond memories with your old headmistress and the connection you had to her family once, remembering the many nights spent with the Spellmanns and the memories you had made with them. ''Zelda'' you smile and instantly you are met with a relieved smile as she realizes you are truly okay and your head looking much better due to her and Cordelia's healing.

''How are you darling?'' she asks, before sitting at the edge of the bed, Cordelia giving you both some space. ''I'm fine'' you reassure before questioning ''What are you doing here?''. Just like her usual humor, she jokes ''Can't I visit one of my most promising witches?'' and you both find yourself chuckling. The two of you end up swelling in memories, Zelda talking about her sister and the things that had happened in Greendale since and you fill her in on the things you had learned since joining Miss Robichaux's. ''I'm proud of you darling'' she tells you.

A little while later, the two of you are interrupted by Alma entering the room and Zelda joins Cordelia, giving you both some time to catch up as well. ''How is your head little one?'' she asks, causing for your chin to quiver a little as you remember the first time she had called you that name, as you stumbled into a loop, completely unaware time-traveling excited and very shocked to learn your witch powers make you a peculiar as well. She fills you in on the children and how much they have missed you and how she can't wait to tell them about having seen you again.

As time passes, Alma checks her pocket watch, and you knew what this meant, there was barely time left and she had to get back to her children to reset the loop. ''I've got to go little one'' she explains and you simply nod, hating goodbyes but understanding at the same time. ''I shall see you again soon'' she explains before disappearing in front of your eyes, however kissing a gentle kiss to your forehead before leaving. Slowly you make your way to the window, seeing her falcon form one more time and smiling contently.

''She's gone?'' Zelda questions as she enters the room with Cordelia once again. ''Yeah she had to go back to-'' you start but the blonde finishes your sentence ''Reset the loop''. Zelda rolls her eyes in a playful matter ''Ugh loops, time travelling, I have truly seen everything'' she scoffs and you find yourself chuckling, especially cause she hasn't changed at all, even after all these years.

As she approaches you, she takes your hand into her own ''I have got to go back too, make sure I don't have a bunch of drunk teenagers in my academy'' she jokes. You smile before Cordelia asks ''Will we get to see you again anytime soon?'' and Zelda is quick to reply ''Of course, I wouldn't miss the council meetings, especially since having an actual reason to look forward to now, seeing you two'' she replies before winking in the supreme's direction and squeezing your hand a little before teleporting back to Greendale.

''What a crazy few days'' you sigh as they had both left, now the peace and quiet and feeling of safety back of just being with your Delia. ''It really has been'' she confirms while taking some steps towards you. ''Let's get you back into bed now sweetheart'' she worries, still not too keen on your head injury despite her best healing efforts, but also worrying about the emotional consequences of the past few days.

''I'm fine Delia'' you sigh a little in protest but she simply lifts you up into her arms and carries you into bed, before scooping you back into her embrace. Her two strong arms, wrapping around you softly, before pressing a very gentle kiss to the bruises and small scar on your forehead. ''I get to determine that my love'' she replies before kissing you and whispering words of affection and how proud she is into your ear, making you feel more at peace and calm than ever before.

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For Chapter 1, click (here)

Chapter 9: Spellbound (NSFW)

(Reader x Zelda Spellman) (NSFW)

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The purple hazing sky hung well before 4 in the morning - she awoke you with an arousing chuckle, her hand rubbing your thigh with gentle pressure.

"You make the most scrumptious whimpers in your sleep, I couldn't help but miss you in the most delicious way"

Your eyes began to open, the words like a silent call that suddenly awoke all of the cells in your body. Her eyes, amber and green, her staggering piercing eyes; like stardust and spitfire, bore into your chest, gifting you sudden lucidity.

She moved towards your mouth, her eyes closing for a moment before the softened, shyly contemplative look met your gaze. Her lips brushed yours with a warm, enticing growl in her teeth.

"How could I be so rude?"

She cocked her eyebrow, as she adjusted her touch, the thumb to be resting on the back crease of your thigh and buttocks. Her other hand reached towards your scalp, and siphoning slow bewitching circles at the base of your crown. She reigned you in with slow pressing kisses warming you entrancingly.

"You really got in my head…"

She started, her purring tone coaxing you as she moved to circle the backs of your ears.

She quickly fastened her legs around you, flipping you both over so that she is nimbly on the other side of the bed. Then, sitting up, she tosses her hair over her shoulder, as if she were on the silver screen. A confident moaning stretch arched through her torso as she reached towards the nightstand; flicking her fingers, opening it magically to feel within her own, several floors away. She retrieved a silver case, opening the face of it, with engraved in spiraling chinese dragons. She snapped her fingers striking a thinly rolled cigarette, with the twitch in her nose. Satisfyingly, Zelda sparks her cigarette between her nimble, perking lips. You couldn't tell with her casually impressive magic, if she was simply showing off to you - or if you hadn't quite realized how smitten you'd grown. Heat rose from your cheeks, her words sent it firing to your ears ��

"To think I have gone this long without a cigarette — mind you -"

She couldn't complete another sentence before the warm sweet smoke circled the ceiling of your wicked, wonderful nest.

"Did you wake me for a cigarette chat?"

She turned to you with her daring look ,before a small smile lit between her lips.

"You're very charming when you do that, you know."

Her words seemed to ring in and outside of your mind as she lifts your hand to kiss just below your knuckles.

Your heart began to whip rapidly in your breast —— 'Wait, am I in a dream?'

You knew better than to think aloud in your mind, her close and startling proximity affirmative when you suddenly felt a bubble of connection surround you both in shimmering waves of light blue ripples.

"Did I make you nervous? Or have you not spoken in solely one person's mind before."

You felt as though you might be dreaming, reality awakening something you had told yourself over and over had been in your head.

"I can see here in your history, there is a wonderful editions of affirmations..."

She smiled softly, before blush brightened your cheeks, her kind lips meeting your fingers again. Knowing full well she had heard the history of your thoughts made you not only amazed, but unsure of the amount of time she'd experienced when she turned my mind's pages in seconds.

"I know there is much more to know about you then 'Y/N the spiritualist',"

She raised an eyebrow, inquiring politely as her mind seemed to whir like the tail of a flickering cat would; darting politely and intricately back and forth as she contemplated every syllable.

You went on to talk for what felt like hours, 3 minutes tops in her shimmering bubble of light, as she released it, caressing your soft locks before pressing your lips against hers.

The feeling of her warm body against yours would make anyone swoon, the way her movements rocked yours, like oceans waves deep beneath the surface - you could've sworn it had all been a dream if it weren't for the eyes on that woman. They could shake anyone down through their core.

She shifts her body weight on top of you, before your hands meet hers at your thighs, pulling them back behind her back - you move your left leg assertively between hers. She gasps, taken aback with her curt little grin before suddenly my hand moved off of her, wrist over wrist fastened neatly behind her back with the effortless twitch of a finger. "I don't make habits of… that."

She said before returning your hands to her hips releasing control back to your hands, with the brush of the bridge of her nose against yours.

'—Not when I know what you could do to me with that infatuating demure and pouty lip of yours. There might be a few things I'd let the little witch do to me~.`

Her confident purr hung in the air for merely two beats, before her eyes widened, your hand gripping more generously than just her waist.

" And when, I persuade you?"

Your voice, the only breath of space between your lips, before your tongue is slipping into her mouth, capturing every gasp. Before returning your fingers to her black laced panties, her wetness gleams breathtakingly against your fingers. The moonlight shimmers across their surface before taking them into your mouth, sucking on her warm sweetness gently. Who was she to deny you in her condition, after kissing you the way she did, she bit her lip, nodding in hungering approval. Your hand presses, caressing against the lace, gliding your fingers across her begging slit, your dexterous tips shifting her panties towards the crease of her inner thigh. Gliding across her core, the palm of your hand glides in careful pressure, feeling the wetness slick your skin as you encircle her clit in a slow, clockwork motion. Pressing deeper against her heat, your fingers move to slip —just he tip, at the peak of her entrance - her sudden short whimper causing you to slip completely inside of er. Her arousing gasps exhaust, warming your hot, blushing face. Her legs open for you, wrapping her ankles around your calves, pressing her forehead gently to yours. Your heart skips, before curling forward to inspect her g spot. Massaging it gently, you feel the tender arousal that has built over the evening - what seemed to only be an hour or so by the time dinner had ended. Her sounds were like magics getting you drunk off of the sound of her, her soft sultry whimpers.

Your body practically tingled, a relaxed mist of drunkenness slipping between your muscles. A powerfully quiet reign of silence captured you together, aside from your intense breathes. Entangling your your movements, you drew in closer, pressing her hips against yours. Her gasp ignites you to flex your fingers, adjusting your thumb over her clit before taking a deep, and smiling inhale, as you begin to massage her aching. The drawn out circles make her shiver and moan, yearning cloaking her limb and curling toes. Her moans seem to melt her seriousness, her smile drifts leisurely, melting her usually neutral expressions. Her cheeks and eyes soften as you watch them travel up your stomach and chest. Waning like the light of the moon, her sounds wane quiet, then grow as your swirling fingers build her from intense slowness and adoring to desperate for kisses. Her lips draw up to yours and for the moment you forget what it is to be alive. Your name, what it is to live and sleep and breathe. In this moment you connect so deeply… that it feels as though you have become truly apart of everything.

"Good..?"

You manage to whisper, hazily easing her orgasm as you slip her off your fingers, melting in a puddle beneath you, your own coming to a blissfully and numbing lull. Her expression looks much softer than what you are used to seeing. In fact, it crosses Zelda's mind to pull you closer to kiss her, but in this moment there is so much more suddenly swirling within her. The Earth shattering affliction, having moved her in some way, her fingers shake to open her lighter. You assist her, small flames emerging from your lips as you lean towards her. This was not something you had done before, but as you lean towards the cigarette, it ignites, crackling embers singing it's stick as ringlets of smoke circle her face. If it wasn't for her eyes on you, perhaps you wouldn't have known - but it was as if everything had just replayed for her again just now, a slight shiver rippling across her skin as she lets a small smirk appear on her lips, nodding to answer your pondering.

"You're incredibly talented little seer"

Zelda smiles, taking another drag of her cigarette.

It could've been any day, any morning, but this morning you had spent here with Zelda, had been a fleeting favorite. You both had awoken with such warm radiance, only a time distorted evening could begin to assist. Enough time was spared, the sun still not risen, to share a bath and biscuit with coffee while getting ready for the afternoon's engagements. You rearranged your purse on your armour, before feeling the woman brushed past you - then Zelda's grip began to tighten on your forearm.

"You will look for a message from me"

Her words pressed coldly to your ear causing you to turn to her and scrunch your face against her wet nose, her hair fixed up in a pinned bun, something you had gotten off of your nightstand; An Ethiopian fire opal with braided silver and the sliver of a moan at its side. Her eyes sparkle in the dim candlelit bathroom before the two of you dressed, fastening the buttons on one another's backs. Of course Zelda did the writing trick on the armoire doors and pulled out a high necked, black dress with victorian sleeves and skirting. Black lace trimming her wrists and neckline, each crease anointed itself with acidic black pearls. Hues of purples, greens, and yellows swirling towards their center.

"Do you suppose we will have time with Sundays lesson preparations and - blasted. The Litha fires…"

Zelda grumbled under her breath, leaning back to gaze upon you, before a cigarette appeared, smoking between her lips.

"What is it?"

You turn to face her, eyeing the lin fastened neatly in her hair before adjusting your own olive draping skirt and black button up top (with buttons along its spine) in turtleneck fashion, as well as dramatic waving ruffles down the breast. I pin my earrings before swinging my legs towards her, the light of her popping embers catching my eye.

"Next Weekend will be the Litha fires ceremony and I've hardly prepared - I was going to ask if we'd have time for our check-ins Sunday with lesson planning, and preparation for the Litha fires, and I completely lost the notion that the time had arrived so quickly. Would you be interested in helping to prepare me for the Litha fires advent st the academy - and before you answer - I' would like to spend some time working on my practicing' ,"

The proud woman erects her spine, ashing into the abalone shell in front of her before eyeing the clock and clutching her cost at the side of her chair.

"I'll be honest with you, I'm a bit nervous at the alignment of our ways - my practices and yours"

Her eyes connect with yours, her handsome wrinkled brow and vivid green eyed piercing mine as if to hold me from the inside

"Your perspective and supernatural excellence will be welcome amongst our Coven."

She affirms, a shock hitting my system miss my spiral sparks into a sprinting rhythm, as I notice the Directrix leaning forward, clasping my knee with her forefinger and thumb, rubbing the side of my thigh reassuringly - and I swear to you the shivers up my spine are her… ecstasy.

I'm spellbound.

She gasps, in delicious ecstasy. The gorgeous yearning that devours her, nipping at the peak of her need for you. Watching you wince at her touch sent a sudden luscious warmth between her thighs as hot blush mists her cheeks pulling you closer to her betwixt the sheets, adjusting to adjust a curl behind your ear, kissing your soft neck.

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Each morning you wake up to the birds. To the call of ducks, and mourning doves, the laugh of happy seagulls and the huddles of mother black capped chickadees, their newly fed younglings, anointed with coats of dashing young feathers. Mornings are the inevitable dawning of the sun. The primal ceremony of singing beetles and stretching dragonflies. The chorus of fed, shimmering frogs, and dew diamonded sweet grass. Mornings are the declaration of nature. Conquering and choosing to wake up and chorus every morning. A ball of fire circles in space around us and we rejoice for the warmth of it's rays every single day.

For me, it is the warmth of your smile each morning that feels like the birds song and sunshine on my face.

We may not know it yet, but I think waking up to warm beaches with you, feels like heaven. Perhaps it's the fiery licking locks of her sunshine hair. The golden warmth of her smile, and eyes like young juniper sprigs against the belly of a young buck. Her laugh, warming my belly like sleepy temple kisses from your lover. I am choosing to trust in the universe - when I understand the feeling growing inside of me, and feel myself yearning to say - she is a woman I can see home in.

The morning sun begins just to rise, far earlier than anyone on a weekend would allow, but with only the peak of your blinds, you urge yourself to make coffee with the twist of your fingers, brewing into your warm teakettle. It was gorgeous mornings like these, with a fantastic woman tangled in you sheets, that you realize the world is to be taken by storm. Tea, then coffee for Zelda.

(A little known fact and intuition you picked up on during a collection of kisses post coital… her thinking about breakfast with you the next morning. - meant everything to you.)

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I knocked at the red wooden door of Spellman's mortuary house, fidgeting nervously, picking at the skin on my fingers.

"Coming!"

A sweet and pitched voice came from inside, and I could hear rapid footsteps aproaching the door.

I remembered the first time I came to that house, shivering, disheveled, crying. I had just lost all that was dear to me, my family and my friends, because... well, because of my sexuality. Living in such a small and old fashioned town was, at time, beautiful and relaxing. You knew everyone and everyone knew you. But, precisely for that, it was dangerous. When word spread that I was attracted to the same sex, everyone became cold and distant. They shot glares my way when I passed by, and they all decided that it was best not to speak to me. It was rough, it felt like the world crumbled and I was underneath it.

But Hilda and Zelda Spellman weren't like the others. They took me under their wings, made me a part of their family.

That horrendous night, Zelda was the one who opened the door. She immediately caught my eye, but I was too broken to understand that feeling in my chest. At first, she was distant and cold, just like everybody else, but, with time, she changed, she was sweet, and warm, and she made me feel at ease. She was my family, but I knew I wanted more. I just hadn't the guts to tell her, I was too afraid she would reject me, just like everybody else did.

"Oh Y/N dear! Please, come in, come in."

Hilda said, making me come back to the present. I smiled, thanking her.

Hilda was the sweetest woman I ever met. She was my new aunt, making me breakfast with all her love and dedication. When she saw me that night, she started tearing up. She was the one begging Zelda to let me in, and I was grateful she did. I was grateful for anything she did, really.

"Zelda, look who came!"

She said, almost jumping, with a wide smile on her face. I giggled, following her to the stairs.

At the top, I saw her, in all her glory. While Hilda was a cupcake, with her pink dress and white apron, Zelda was warm tea, with her red curls and black dress. She made me melt, the room suddenly caught fire and I was extremely hot.

I blushed when she shot me a glance, coming my way. I watched her every move while she descended from the stairs.

"Hey."

I said, almost screaming. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I never thought a woman like her could exist but there she was, existing.

Her lips curved up, just for an istant, almost imperceptible, but I saw it. My heart jumped, and I almost felt like fainting.

"Whatever do we owe this visit to?"

I gulped, starting to play with the hem of my blouse.

"Well, I..."

I looked down, not bearing to look directly at her eyes. Those blue eyes, piercing right through my soul, I couldn't hold the gaze.

Hilda looked at me worried, putting a hand on my arm. I offered her a smile.

"Well, whatever you came here for, let me make you a cup of hot chocolate, what do you say?"

I nodded, clearing my throat.

"Y-yes, I would love that."

She hurriedly left the room for the kitchen, leaving me and Zelda alone. She was still gazing at me, with one lifted eyebrow. Maybe she could sense my nervousness, maybe not, but she came closer and, with one hand, she took my chin and made me look at her.

I gasped at the contact, gazing into her eyes.

"You seem nervous, Y/N."

I shook my head slightly, trying to regain my composure.

"Do not lie. I know there's something that's making you uneasy. Please, do tell."

I closed my eyes, inhaling. Well, here goes nothing.

"I-I... I like you, Zelda!"

I screamed. I opened my eyes, holding my breath.

Zelda looked at me shocked. Hilda came from the kitchen in a hurry.

"I heard screaming. Why are you screaming? What happened?"

She looked at me, than at Zelda. Both of us stood in silence, looking at eachother.

"Zelda! Did you do something?"

Zelda shifted her attention to her sister.

"I did certainly not. Now please, scurry off to the kitchen and leave us alone. We have a matter to discuss."

Hilda shot a glance my way, asking silently if I was alright. I nodded, smiling weakly.

"Fine. But please, be gentle with Y/N."

"Oh, I will be."

Hilda made her way to the kitchen, leaving me and Zelda alone, again.

"Pray, explain yourself."

I pulled at the collar of my blouse. I suddenly couldn't breath properly.

"W-well, I..."

Zelda got closer, towering over me. I felt so unsure and powerless, while she radiated confidence and power.

"Did the cat got your tongue?"

We were so close, I could smell her parfume, a hint of whiskey and smoke. Although I didn't like smoke, on her it smelled divine.

"I-I can explain..."

"Well, please do. That's what I'm waiting for."

She crossed her arms, and only then I noticed that the neckline of her dress let little to the immagination. And with her arms being crossed, her breasts looked so more inviting than usual.

I gulped, not being able to concentrate. I heard her chuckle and my eyes shot to hers.

"You like what you see?"

My face went red with shame. She probably thinks that I'm a pervert.

"I-I didn't mean... it's just that..."

She took one of my hands and put it on her breast. I looked at her in disbelief.

"W-what..."

We where so near I could count every little freckle on her face. A shiver went down my spine.

"Shush, you don't have to say anything, I know what you want."

"You... you do?"

She let out a guttural sound, low and dark.

"I sure do."

I licked my lips, instantly glancing at hers. She smirked.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I... please, kiss me."

I mumble. She gently pressed her lips to mine, only for a couple of seconds. The softness of her lips remained ingrained in my brain, and even when they were no longer on mine, I still could feel her kissing me.

"Is that enough?"

She said, her voice merely a whisper. My hand was still on her breast. It was as soft as her lips.

I looked up at her, trying to think straight but I just couldn't. All I could hear was her voice, all I could smell was her scent, all I could sense was the softness of her skin, all I could see was her.

"Speak, or else I'll let go."

I jumped slightly, not wanting for that to happen.

"N-no, I need more."

She arched an eyebrow.

"Please..."

She smirked, coming closer again. But once the gap between us was almost closed, we heard Hilda's voice from the kitchen.

"Hot chocolate on the way!"

Zelda quickly let go of my hand, making sure she was as far away from me as possible. Hilda came with a mug, as joyous as ever.

"Here you go, my little lady."

She handed me the mug and I didn't waste any time, drinking the warm chocolate. It was topped with whipped cream and marshmallows.

"It's delicious, thanks."

Zelda looked at me intensely while I tried to focus on the beverage. Hilda stood in front of us, smiling happily.

"I guess it's time you leave now, Y/N."

I looked up at Zelda, sadly.

"Why? She has just arrived!"

Said Hilda with her acute voice.

"She already took what she wanted to. She must leave."

I gazed at the floor. So that was it. She didn't like me, not how I liked her. Was she playing with me, then? Just a few moments ago... what was all of that? What did it mean to her?

"I insist, she should stay here for a while longer."

I finished the chocolate in one, big gulp and handed the mug to Hilda, who looked surprised.

"It's ok, I'll leave."

"But..."

"It's alright. Thank you for the chocolate, aunt Hilda."

I said, looking at her. Then I shifted my gaze to Zelda. I wished I could kiss her again, taste her on my lips, but I couldn't.

"Goodbye, Zelda."

I spinned around and left.

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awritersometime · 2 days

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If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

[ z. s & c. g ]

part 1 here

I guess another part is in order after this, what do you think? Hope you're enjoying it as much as I'm enjoying writing it! 🫡🤞🏼

When you appear in front of the Robichaux's Academy of exceptional young ladies, you take a moment to collect your breath. You inhale for three seconds, and exhale for six, a little trick you've learned that helped you get it together. You're glad to be early, everything is so peaceful and quiet. However, it would be way more enjoyable if it wasn't for that annoying ringing in your ears, a constant reminder that Zelda had a point.

Making your way inside the academy, you walk on your tiptoes, heading to the kitchen to fetch yourself a glass of water. You easily find your way there and help yourself with what you need. Your hands tremble as you take sips of your water. After that, you put it in the sink with a sigh. Maybe, it's a simple lack of sugar, you think to yourself. It could be considering you didn't have time to eat anything back home.

You're not normally one that snoops around, but you're desperate to hide that annoying trembling of your fingers, that you're sure, Cordelia would notice. Lifting on the tiptoes you open the top shelf, trying to find anything with a pinch of sugar in it. You're happy to know that at the academy you're not the only witch with a sweet tooth. You find chocolate and nuts bars, rice cakes, plain biscuits, crackers, honey and cookie jar, marmalade and cereals.

You don't really have time nor the patience to sit down and eat properly so you decide to go for a spoon of honey, hoping it would boost your energy. You hum contently as you taste its sweetness on your tongue. It feels nice, you can't deny it. As you do that, a quite familiar chuckled comes to your ears. You immediately recognize the voice, and a wave of warmth rushes over you. You lick your lips, trying to wipe your mouth from any residual of honey, before turning around. There she is, still in her white dressing gown, looking absolutely ethereal.

"Craving sweet stuff, I see," she voices, taking graceful steps towards you. You bite your bottom lip, trying to suppress your own guilty smile. Your lashes flutter, when she is few inches from you, "I'm sorry, I should have asked," you quickly apologize.

"Nonsense. This is your house," she places her hands upon your shoulders, offering you a gentle squeeze, "You're here early, though," she adds, tilting her head to the side, as to grasp any sign of discomfort in your eyes. The way she looks at you makes you feel both safe and vulnerable. Being the Supreme allows her a lot of things, one of them being a mind reader. But she is way too respectful to do such a thing, without permission.

You wince playfully, "you said that like it's a bother to you," your teasing causes a chuckle out of her, "I can leave and come back later, if you want," Cordelia clicks her tongue, and reaches out to grab both your wrists, "You know that's not what I meant by that, Celeste. I'm always happy to have you around," she confesses, her thumbs graze your skin affectionately.

"Are you now?", you hum, a little sarcastic, earning an eye roll from her. You feel her breath against your cheeks, calm and steady. She hums with a coy smile. You need a lot of willpower to keep your breathing at the same regular rhythm. She seems to notice that and decides to play a little with you, "Don't move," she whisper, and you frown, "Let me just—", she doesn't finish her sentence and you freeze in place when her hand brushes against your side, as she places it over the counter behind you to stabilize herself. Her thighs almost touch yours while she leans forward, "Grab this," Cordelia knows what she is doing, the grin on her face says so.

You hold your breath as her golden hair tickle your shoulder, her arm reaching out to grab herself a glass from the shelf just above your head. You blink in trance, feeling flustered by how Cordelia's front feels against you. Looking down, you spot her breast, and you suck in a breath. Her pupils gape at you doing that, but you don't see it, considering your eyes are elsewhere. You can't help the amused scoff that comes out of her right after. She's surely got a skin in the game. "All done," she mutters simply, backing away.

Your cheeks turn the same color of the setting sun on a summer day.

"Awesome," you reply awkwardly.

She takes a sip of her water, "would you fancy a proper breakfast instead of random spoons of honey?"

You shake your head, "I'm fine with this, thank you," when she gives you a skeptical look, you add, "t's perfectly nutritious," you allow yourself another mouthful of it. She giggles at the way your cheeks fill with honey, the tip of your tongue goes grasping some of it above your upper lip.

"You remind me of those little singing squirrels--" you scrunch up your face at that comment, "Don't tell me you mean the chipmunks?", the Supreme starts chuckling, giving you the answer you're looking for. You want to pretend you're annoyed, but truth be told you find it as funny as she does, if not more.

"No need to be embarrassed, they are adorable," she points out, mesmerized by how pretty you look when you blush.

You cross your arms over your chest, "You know, flattering me will get you nowhere"

"Would you bet on it?", she adds, with slightly narrowed eyes. She playfully pokes your chest, the tip of her tongue showing as she smiles almost wickedly at you. You hesitate for a couple of seconds, opening and closing your mouth in search for a proper answer, but nothing comes out.

"Wise girl," she praises against your lips.

"Cordelia", your breath falters. If only were you brave enough, you'd take that single step needed to shorten the gap between the two of you. Melt against her body, become one with her.

In that moment, other girls make their way to the kitchen, saving you, or cursing you, you weren't sure. Cordelia pulls back a bit. You couldn't bet on it, but a part of you believes to have grasped disappointement by their intrusion.

You recognize some of your students, which happily wave at you, some of them even tackle you in a big hug. Cordelia melts at the sight before her eyes, her hand comes stroking your back and when you turn to glance up at her, you see pride and gratitude in her eyes.

"Morning, Celeste!" Mallory is the next to greet you, "Morning to you," you respond with a kind smile.

Zoe greets you with poke on your shoulder and a cheeky grin. She briefly glances over Cordelia, who's now rummaging in a pack of pop tarts, "You're here early,"

You snort playfully, placing your hands over your hips, "Glad to see everyone is always so thrilled to have me around," you mutter sarcastically, making a clear reference to what Cordelia had told you before. She freezes as she bites into the pop tart, "Stop it," she half whines, looking absolutely adorable with food in mouth.

"Don't be silly, we all are head over the heels for you," Mallory gushes.

You hum jokingly, before remembering one of the reasons why you showed up earlier, "I actually wanted to check on the bay tree's soil before the class."

"Mind if I come with you?", Cordelia is quick to ask.

You bow your head and attempt a knightly curtsy to impress her, "How can I say no to you?"

She peeps her tongue between her teeth. She leads you the way, turning her head just a bit to keep eye contact as you follow her right up, with a lopsided grin.

As the two of you walk towards the greenhouse, Zoe grabs the box of cereals, "I tell you, they will end up sleeping together within the next 10 days."

"I bet you twenty dollars it will happen even before that," Mallory replies with the same confident grin.

The other witch grins, before sealing the deal with a shake of hand.

"There you are," you gush, taking a careful look at the cute little bay tree you planted almost three weeks ago. If it hadn't been for your magic, you'd hardly see it stand like that, considering this peculiar specie takes a lot to flourish, years even.

Gracefully, you wave your fingers in midair, whispering an incantation to help speed up the process of growing. Cordelia is just behind you, in utter trance, she doesn't dare to spill a word as you do your magic. Her eyes glimmer with admiration as you proceed to tell her the story of the tree. Words spill out freely and passionately, considering you spent years at the Academy of Unseen Arts to learn everything you could regarding herbalism.

"It's ancient tradition to leave a leaf to dry for a day and then place it under your tongue until it dissolves. The Greeks believed it was synonymous of fortune and victory," your mouth curves into a smile as you take in Cordelia's astonishment.

"Have you tried it?", she asks with genuine interest.

You crinkle your nose at that, "I never dared to," you chuckle, meeting Cordelia's confused gaze, "They say its bitterness isn't for everybody," you explain.

She hums in understanding, "what other use does it have?"

"I'm so very glad you asked," you grin, mischievously, "It's an essential ingredient for potions that have to do with another marvelous subject, that I'm sure your students would love by the way," you point out.

"Mythology?", her attempt at guessing is cute, you can't deny that.

The tip of your tongue shows up in the next smile you give her, "Conjuring of pagan gods," you say it as if it was like mentioning a trifle.

She hums amusedly, "I adore you, I really do, but that's a no go," you frown at that, your bottom lip wobbles a bit. Cordelia chuckles softly, "You're too cute for your own good," she teases, lightly shaking her head and poking your chest. "Yet your sense of responsibility is stronger than my charm," at your teasing, her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink.

"The girls once summoned the Axeman using a Ouija board and, to keep it short, he almost got us all killed."

Your mouth falls agape, "Oh shit, I'm sorry," you breathe out, "I had no idea."

She dismisses it with a small smile, as if it now became a silly story to laugh about. "I don't want you to think I don't trust you because I do. This Coven's just been through a lot, so I've learned you're never too careful," she explains, and you reach out your hand to grasp hers. She smiles at the gesture, her eyes lock in your now intertwined fingers, "I'm trying my best to not make the same mistakes of my mother."

"You're nothing like her," you say, beyond any doubt.

"Thanks, petal," that pet name sends you a tingle in your stomach.

You smile and give her a nod of your head, before refocusing on the bay tree on the table, already missing her hand in yours.

"It looks like a lollipop, doesn't it?", you chirp.

The Supreme hums in thought, as she examines the plant more closely, "Well, now that you point it out, I see it," she giggles, leaning against the table with her elbows.

You reach for the water can to dampen the soul around the tree's roots. Her eyes drop to your hands, and you put all your efforts to stabilize your tremor, but it doesn't work out as much as you'd like to. The water can shakes visibly and you mentally curse yourself, sure that Cordelia's noticed that too. You clear your throat, trying to switch her focus on your voice rather than your actions, so you start telling her more about the bay tree's needs and care. But Cordelia isn't stupid. She sees what you're doing when along with the uncertainty of your hands comes a sudden stuttering of your voice.

"Sweetheart, hey," she coos softly, eyebrows knitted in a frown, "What's wrong?"

You almost shudder, when her fingers move a strand of hair from your face, behind your ear, "Nothing, I—“, your lashes flutter close for a moment. While your mouth troubles you with mixed feelings about her, your tremor intensifies, making it impossible for you to hide. Your own legs feel like jelly, and you wish there was a chair behind you to sit down. "Let me just," you need to get out of that situation, so you turn around, pretending you're in need for a trowel, but you move too abruptly.

"Shit," your curse under your breath, having dropped the watering can on the floor, sending splash of water on both yours and Cordelia's legs. You bow down so abruptly that a wave of dizziness washes over you keeping you there, unable to get on your feet by yourself. Concern etches across the Supreme's features, "Celeste," she kneels down right next to you, "You need to tell me what's going on, please."

You shake your head wearily, "I'm fine," you insist, trying to stand up, but your wobbly knees don't let you. With a wave of her hand, Cordelia dries both the floor and your clothes, "You're not fine," she counters softly. Your face is rather quickly losing its natural color, but you can't see it. However, she does.

"Sweetheart, you can be honest with me," she wants to read your mind, grasp that information herself, but she can't. It wouldn't feel right.

"There's nothing to say, I felt a wave of dizziness, that's all," avoiding meeting her gaze, you look at the time on your wrist, noticing it's time to go in class.

"How about we ask Coco to cover for you? Just for this time?"

You make a face, "With all due respect, Coco isn't exactly specialized in ancient tongues," you point out, earning an eye roll from the Supreme, "Fair point," you give her a - glad we both agree - look, before heading out the greenhouse, or trying to. Cordelia walks right beside you, with no intention to drop the topic.

"Celeste, you're not listening to me," she pleads, concern vailing her voice, "Zelda, she said—“

You freeze on the spot, then turn around, "Zelda? Wait, so, you talked to her?", you narrow your eyes, in disbelief.

"She called me this morning, yes," she admits with a nod, "She was worried about you and now I see why."

Cordelia had promised not to say a word about it, but she couldn't help it considering you're being both stubborn and unreasonable, as always trying to hide how you truly felt around them. It was a mystery to both witches why you acted the way you did. You gave them mixed signals, because on one side, you were always so eager to spend time together, but you also shut them out every time something was bothering you.

"So you studied me, to see if she had a point."

Cordelia groans and rolls her eyes, being used to your passive aggressive behavior whenever you feel like you've been tricked, "Why is it so hard for you to understand that we care for you?"

If only you could see the truth, you'd know what both Zelda and Cordelia truly felt for you. It was more than a mere fondness, more than a pathetic interest, a fleeting crush or whatever. Both witches were in love with you, but they just didn't know how to tell you, without risking upsetting you, or worse, losing you.

"Why did you transmute here this morning, despite feeling unwell?"

You stay quiet, nibbling on your bottom lip as a wave of nervousness washes over you. How could you tell her the real reason why you kept going back and forth despite the exhaustion that has taken over you.

"I wouldn't have been mad if you asked for a couple of days off, you know," she coos softly.

Her heart breaks when she spots tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Your eyes well up with tears, because you feel like shit, both physically and emotionally and it pisses you off.

"I-I..", your own voice betrays you. Suddenly your blinking intensifies, as long as your heartbeat. It quickly escalates as your feet and hands turn cold and clammy. Cordelia's eyes snap wide open as she calls your name a couple of times, her voice sounds like a far echo to your ringing ears. You know what's coming, and it absolutely enrages you.

"'m s-sorry," before you know it, everything turns pitch black.

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little-lemon-lattes · 3 years

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The Set Up

🌜Zelda Spellman x fem! reader

—— Word count: 2.2k

—— Warnings: none, just a little bit fluffy 🥳

—— Summary: You are left home alone with Zelda one weekend and you’re full of nerves! She has been nothing but an ice queen since you met, and now seems like the perfect opportunity for her to tell you exactly what she thinks of you while everyone else is gone.

It was just the two of you in the house this weekend. Just Zelda, just you.

It shamed you to admit it, but when Hilda had told you that she was going to test the waters in staying the whole weekend with Dr C- followed closely by Ambrose and Sabrina’s revelations that they, too, would be spending the next few nights with their respective partners – it had been hard to contain the strange bubbly feeling that had ignited in your belly. Only you and Zelda in that enormous house, for two whole days and nights?! It would be an understatement to say that it was making you nervous.

Zelda Spellman was a formidable woman, to say the least. It had been close to three months now since Hilda had extended the Spellman hospitality to you, offering you a large and handsome room, along with all the usual luxuries everyone had grown so jealous of the Spellman cousins for. Hilda had never explained why she did it – you expected she had her reasons in there somewhere – but you were now, and in every essence, a part of the Spellman family. And it was no exaggeration to say that from almost the moment you had walked through their colossal front door (nothing but a rucksack in hand), all signs had pointed to Zelda’s utter disapproval of you.

You were desperate to gain even a simple ounce of her obviously hard-won trust. It was important to you that she see the magnitude of exactly how thankful you were for her hospitality at a point your life of Hades-bottom. You delivered blackcurrant-nightshade tea to her study, as she worked in her dressing gown to the late witching hour; astral travelling to the most obscure countries, to collect the newspapers for Zelda’s morning reading; and, on the odd occasion, hexing anybody you heard whispering unsavoury things about her in the hallways of the Academy.

And yet, for what? What had it all earned you?

Nothing but calculating scans and narrowed eyes.

Thus, you thought it seemed only natural to be nervous, alone in the mortuary with her. To be honest, it wouldn’t have totally shocked you if Zelda took the opportunity to finally tell you exactly what she thought of you, away from the ears of the other Spellmans. What the pair of you didn’t know, however, was that this was exactly what these ‘other Spellmans’ had in mind when vacating the house for that weekend.

At first, there had been an awful lot of plain staring coming from Zelda; and this alone had been enough to pique the interest of her sister Hilda. Hilda hadn’t been sure, at the time, if anyone else had noticed much out of the ordinary. But, having been by Zelda’s side for numerous centuries now, it almost immediately struck Hilda as strange the lack of comment supplied from her sister. She had always known Zelda to be a reasonably opinionated, and if she were caught looking for longer than usual at anything, it would be certain it was because she had something to say about it. Hilda supposed it was because her sister was unaware in those times that she even had an audience to provide commentary for. The younger Spellman sister had eventually cooked up a competition in her head of how many times a day she would look up from her little world at the stovetop and catch Zelda watching you. At first, it was all stoically and quizzically, as if analysing exactly what your every move meant; but later changing into something more girlish and slightly wistful, often with her cheek resting in the palm of her hand. Hilda would never dare mention it, of course. She suspected that Zelda wasn’t even aware that she was doing it.

Another such thing that Hilda suspected had emerged from her sister’s subconscious was the large percentage of conversation with Zelda that your name seemed to find its way into. Whether the younger witch was asking her if she wanted her pumpkin roasted, or her thoughts on the newest appointment of Transylvania’s High Priest, talk would always return to how illusive you were.

“ Do you mean to tell me, sister, that you don’t feel it every time she is in this damn house?”

“Erm... feel what, exactly, Zelds?” Hilda had peeped.

“I don’t know what it is, Hilda, you tell me!” she had exclaimed, “ some form of heaven-bent , wicked energy. Like electricity, one might say. Yes. I’m almost certain that y/n is slowly but surely cursing the entire mortuary, because – Hilda – it seems I can’t escape the nauseating feeling in my stomach, no matter what wing of the house we are in!”

Hilda had to draw on all the power of the mortal and immortal realms she could muster in order to keep a fit of laughter at bay. Her sister was definitely the smartest and most impressive witch she knew, but this little bout of oblivion where you were concerned totally provided some much-needed comedy to Hilda’s day. Her certainty at what was going on was only confirmed further, when Sabrina had come to her with interesting reports of a mystery master of hexes striking in the hallways of the academy.

“ - and naturally, I had to do a bit of digging,” Sabrina continued,

“ Naturally,” her aunt had agreed.

“ So I took it upon myself to do a bit of… ‘Q and A’ with the victims, let’s call them. And, once I’d persuaded them to loosen their tongues a little bit, a pattern begin to emerge: they all admitted to having a little word or two about Aunt Zelda. Interesting, huh? But just wait for it, Aunty, here’s the kicker. Guess when the hexing started?”

“Hmmm... I don’t know, my love, when?” Except, she was pretty sure she did know.

“ Three months ago! Right about the time that-“

“- Y/n started teaching at the Academy.” Ambrose finished for her, as he materialised in the kitchen next to Sabrina and their aunt.

“ Forgive my interruption, cousin, Auntie. Coincidentally, I was looking for Sabrina to discuss with her whether Satan had finally removed my frontal cortex, or if I wasn’t the only one who had noticed the abnormal, puppy-like devotion for Aunt Zelda that constantly radiates from y/n?”

“YESSSS!” The women shouted together.

“ Ah good. My cortex lives to see another day.” Ambrose remarked.

“Well, to be fair though,” Hilda started, “I do think it’s partly because the poor dear feels as if she has to move Hell and Earth just to melt away even a teensy bit of that awful ice that Zelda has gone and put up around herself.”

“Yeah, what is with that? I swear I haven’t seen her so closed off, like... EVER. And what did y/n ever do to her?” Sabrina remarked.

“Why, isn’t it obvious, cousin? She’s put a spell on dear Aunt Zee. And not the kind that can be cast, if you take my meaning.”

You had finally arrived home for the evening. Shrugging your midnight-blue coat off and replacing it on the coat rack, you called into the open abyss of the house: “It’s just me, Zelda!”

Hilda, Ambrose, and Sabrina had all left that morning, meaning it was just you, Zelda, and Uncomfortable Tension left in the house.

There was no answer to your call, and it felt pretty chilly in the house on that midwinter’s evening. Pulling the pins from your French twist, you flicked a lazy hand at the hearth. Orange flames sprung to life where seconds before had been merely dust. You decided that Zelda was probably busy in her study, and wanted to be left alone. You would take a plate of food to her later. So, you began climbing the stairs to your room on the third floor, directly above the Spellman sisters’, unwinding your scarf as you went. Letting it dangle open around your shoulders, you turned the corner of the second floor staircase toward your chambers. Your eyes slid past the sisters’ door out of habit. As you raised your foot to continue your ascent, you stopped. Zelda was sitting on the edge of a meticulously perfect-made bed that you could only assume was hers, staring glassy-eyed into space. The expression on her face made your heart hurt for a moment; it looked as if she were in slight pain. She was gently biting her lip, and the outer corners of her eyes were tilted down. She fiddled nervously with her fingers.

You backed up a few paces, coming to rest outside her door. Crossing your arms, you leant your head against the frame, waiting to see if she would acknowledge you. But, it seemed as if she had no idea that you were even there.

“Zelda...? Is everything alright?” you ask tentatively. Suddenly, her obvious anxiety began to make you anxious. Though you seemed to have broken her from her trance, because at your words, her eyes flickered to your place at the doorframe, and her expression morphed into something a little nauseous. It was evident that something big was on Zelda’s mind. You had crossed the room in seconds to her, and sank into the mattress next to her.

“What is it? What’s wrong? I know you don’t trust me, Zelda, I get that... but just know that you can tell me anything you feel you need.”

The Spellman let out a tiny puff of air, as if she had been holding her breath. There was silence for a minute as you watched her. It was clear that was carefully choosing her words.

“It’s just...” she tried to begin, “I just... I have had something playing across the many facets of my mind lately, y/n, and-“ she sighed, “I have become briefly overwhelmed by exactly how unattainable to me it is.”

You were shocked. Something unattainable to THE Zelda Spellman? Impossible. And you told her as much.

She smiled at you ruefully.

“Unfortunately, y/n, I think this time that you are wrong.”

You frowned.

“Why? Why would I be wrong? Why is this thing so out of your reach?”

Your mind, as keen as ever, was desperate for answers.

Zelda swallowed, and glanced at you. You replied with an inquisitive raise of your eyebrows. She inhaled, expelling everything in her breath out: “Because my prime came and went centuries ago. I’m nothing but an old crone!” She buried her face in her hands.

That was it; that was all it took for your heart to break into a million pieces.

All reservations out the window, you took her hand fiercely and turned your body to completely face her. Your knees were touching hers.

“That is the most utter nonsense, you hear me? You’re easily the most powerful, awe-inspiring, shining witch in any given room, plus the fact that you’re definitely the most stunningly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen! You can-“ Your words were beginning to catch up with your brain, and it seemed that everything you felt for her that you had desperately tried to quash was deciding to make an appearance too, “-you can... do anything you put your mind to.”

The sentence ended on nothing more than a whisper. Shit. Well, that wasn’t exactly the way you would have appreciated being exposed.

You had convinced yourself that Zelda was something of a role model to you and that you were ongoingly gracious for her hospitality- when in truth, she had probably been the least hospitable to you of the family. That explanation had been easy to tell yourself- she was just SO great that you wanted to be her! Not be with her, right? Wrong. The time for a taste of reality had come.

Zelda looked gobsmacked. She frowned a little, as if trying to work something out. After a brief pause, she asked: “Does that mean what I think it does?”

You swallowed.

“What exactly do you think it means?”

The other woman looked a bit meek for a moment. You could tell that her inherently Zelda-ish fear of being wrong was toying with her.

“That maybe... it’s not so out of my reach after all?”

The way her voice raised at the end of the sentence had the astounding effect of transforming her into a scared little girl in a millisecond. Could she BE any more vague, though? She wasn’t addressing your slip of the tongue at all!

Oh hold on.

Unless...?

You chose your next words very carefully.

“That’s precisely what I’m saying.”

It seemed that you had thrown her! She let go of your hand and looked away from you to her feet, all while biting her lip again. She dug her nails into her palm.

When Zelda looked up at you again, she seemed ten times braver than she had moments ago, when she had looked to the ground.

“Would I be overstepping my place if I were to do this,” the High Priestess slid her hand up your thigh, “or this,” she placed her hand on your cheek, “or this?”

She finished by leaning in so close that your foreheads were touching.

By Hecate, she took your breath away. You stilled for a few seconds, just to really see her this close, and to admire every single pore of her being. You could feel Zelda’s laboured breath on your skin, dripping with want.

Finally, you spoke.

“Not at all.”

And it was you who closed the space between the pair of you, smiling against her lips. ✨

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zeldas-cigarrette · 6 months

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Trying to come back:)

I haven’t been myself in a long time, I’ve lost interest in things I loved doing (like writing, and coming up with fun ideas for new fics). Slowly, I think I’m coming back to enjoy it again. I was totally out of energy to follow requests I’ve got or even come up with my own ideas to write. So I stopped. I missed sitting in my room and writing for hours on end, fussing about little details I loved putting in my stories. Honesty is important, especially when I want to continue this. It’s the end of October and it might be the season, which made me passionate about starting to write again, but I desperately want to get into it again.

With this post, I’m trying to officially come back to this community. So I’m inviting you to send requests again, this is my masterlist, and I hope I can measure up to how I wrote back then and maybe even improve.

Thank you to those who still read my stuff, even though I haven’t posted in ages.<3

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thewriting-dragon · 3 years

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Body Illusions of Grandeur

Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader

Summary: This was inspired by @zeldasbitch‘s response to this post of mine the other night I hope you enjoy this and thank you for that unexpected addition to my post it inspired this cute little short dealio (?). x Reader Fans looking for some soft Milf Zelda, eat your hearts out I live for fluff and I love me some milfs.

A/N: I haven’t properly watched the last 1.5 seasons of CAOS so forgive me if I have said anything she wouldn’t have done? But I do know Vinnie is back and that’s all I WANT okay? Give that poor woman her baby boy back.

Warnings: Slight 18+ at the end okay? Okay.

Zelda sighed heavily as she entered the room finding you lounging on the bed, Vinegar Tom curled nearby his tail wagging as you scratched behind his ears. Your eyes moved from the book in your hand to look up to the red-head as she entered the room rubbing her temples.

“Students causing a ruckus again, love? Or perhaps this time Ambrose’s experiments got the best of the lad?” you asked gently as Zelda walked around towards the elder witch’s closet getting out of her stern Directrix clothes and into her far more relaxed nightgown. You scrunched up your face at that before you noticed the time of day it really was getting up to do the same.

“No Y/N I simply had a long day. The paperwork from still reforming a few classes, to meetings with the other teachers. I had a such a long day I didn’t even noticed the time. I was trying to write the sermon for the next black mass and noticed it was almost nearing the witching hour. I simply teleported home to get some rest.” Zelda replied as she elegantly walked out of your shared closet and towards her vanity and full-length mirror to further get ready for bed. Her head shook as she heard you giggle and walked out wearing your own usual bed clothes. A stark contrast to her own silk nightie and dressing gown you were dressed in soft pajama pants but had a soft and loose-fitting crop top in a matching blush pink to the pants.

You smiled at her as she wiped the makeup from her face, going back over to the tall bed to attend to the small beagle who had been patiently waiting on the bed and looked over on the table on the other side of the room to your own familiar sleeping curled up in their terrarium. It still surprised you that Zelda had allowed you to move the darling into the shared bedroom, but after a long talk about how both of your familiars where steady presences in your life she had allowed you to set up the small creature’s home in the master bedroom on the side where Hilda’s bed had once been.

Zelda’s own bed had been replaced by a larger one, to accommodate you both plus the very often beagle. Vinnie T had become a constant for you as well, and you’d seen Zelda small talk or once coo at your own familiar, despite the very different breed. It made you smile to see the softer side of your strong Coven leading partner. It was nice to see her act like a normal person; instead of the cold, stern, and austere persona she often wore everywhere else.

You didn’t register as the older witch finished removing her heavier makeup and got up from her bench set to go stand in front of her full-length mirror. It was a common occurrence in the eldest Spellman’s routine. Get out of one heavily manicured outfit, into another albeit more comfortable but still manicured one. Pull the pins and what-not out of the chosen hairstyle for the day, allowing her long hair to tumble down to the top of her back and remove what major makeup she’d put on to match her daily outfit. Then once all is said and done, go check herself over in the full-length mirror.

The last step was always an interesting event. In the mornings it was accompanied by occasional humming and preening noises that Y/N was sure Zelda never realized she did. Sometimes the occasional curse if something wasn’t just right, or if you had somehow disrupted the previous steps in the elder woman’s routine and left obvious markings of such disruptions. Those were some of your favorite times though, as she tended to blush and was only mock angry as she’d grab extra concealer ‘So as to not cause a stir amongst the young witches and warlocks of her academy.’ But then, rarely, and usually at the end of the day preening there was a less enjoyable noise that would come with Zelda checking over herself.

Silence.

You didn’t really register it at first, thinking perhaps you’d both just warn yourselves out for the day. That was until you heard your love’s second heavy sigh of the day. You turned at almost the same moment her words exited her beautiful mouth.

“I look like an old woman, or crone even. I’m not nearly as fit as I used to be.” she whispered barely loud enough for you to even hear but you did. “I’ll have to ask Hildie to let out my dresses again if I gain anymore weight.” She said louder a large, disapproving pout forming on her face as her hands went to the sides of her stomach. “I’m getting fat and ugly, it’s a wonder you stay.”

It seemed to take you only seconds to go the few feet from your side of the bed to the where Zelda was standing as you pushed your arms underneath hers to wrap around her firmly holding the same spot her hands were in a flurry of pink. You used your more practiced physical strength and pulled the taller woman to you.

“Take that back Zelda Phiona Spellman right now or I’ll fight you myself. There is nothing ‘fat’ or ‘old’ about you. You are a beautiful witch well in her prime.” You said standing on your toes to perch more comfortably on her shoulder looking her in the eyes via the mirror. “So, you are softer around the middle than you used to be. You know who cares for you to change it truly? No one who blood well matters. I love it, it means your living well.” You said turning to kiss her on the cheek. “Besides, that is one of my favorite spots to lay, if you change it I shall have to revolt won’t I Vinnie?” You said calling over to the familiar without moving your eyes from Zelda’s. The answering bark caused Zelda’s pout to falter from a tight line across her face as the edges reached up towards her eyes.

“Ahh there we go, that’s my lovely High Priestess smile. Come on now.” You cooed at her giggling as she turned quickly and pulled you to her kissing you firmly. After a moment she broke apart and leaned her forehead to yours her hands now around your waist.

“Y/N you are an incorrigible demon. Thank you my dear.” She said her eyes fluttering as she fought back a yawn. “Come now, your ‘Favorite Pillow’ is tired and it’s past the witching-hour. If we are both to teach tomorrow, we should get some rest.” She said a wicked gleam in her eyes. Oh yes, ‘rest’ was definitely on her mind. But you followed her hand holding your as she lead you both to the bed Vinnie having hopped off and went to his enclosed bed near the table holding your familiar who’s light was luckily off for the night.

Zelda might have doubts, and they might always creep up on long nights spent thinking too much, but you knew you’d always be there to remind her that no matter she thought matter to others it never did to you. You loved every inch of Zelda Spellman. From her perfectly manicured outfits, to her perfectly lovely body, and you weren’t about to ever let her forget it.

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