#Lilia Calderu

[anti-anticheese]

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.04

[incorrectagathaallalongquotes]

Lilia: Are you ok? That's a lot of blood

Agatha: Oh, it's not my blood

Lilia: And that's supposed to comfort me?

[five-milfs-and-a-twink]

[harknesspet]

i found this on pinterest the other day i’m pissing my self😭

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

Sea, Salt, Thirst

wc: ~1.5 k

tags: TRIGGER WARNING, mommy issues, nonverbal reader, severe depression, angst/comfort, nursing kink but non-sexual ig?, Lilia's boobs could cure my depression, writing pathetic stuff so I don't kms, unnecessarily poetic, not sure if I'll put it on Ao3 might delete later anyway bc what even is this shit, not edited, not beta'ed

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You had been floating on a piece of driftwood, too far out perhaps. And then, out of nowhere, the white whale had leapt out of the abyss and swallowed you whole, taking you down with him as it crashed through the surface. In the belly of the beast, acids dissolved more of you each day, erasing the evidence of your existence.

And Lilia... Lilia tried. It was in her nature to fuss and nurture, but her helplessness in regards to your condition brought it to new heights. She hovered. She worried. She pleaded and held her peace.

Today, you had awoken in the middle of the night, as if a bucket full of ice had been chugged over your head, and had been unable to go back to sleep or do anything except weep. Weep and bawl and wail like a hungry infant. Because you always came back to this place no matter how many miles of running had hardened your soles. Everything you wanted had manifested as a fata morgana out of reach, appearing in the middle of the desert, induced by thirst, the promise of better. But every drop of water in your body had already evaporated in the flaming sun, and you could run no more. The heat struck you down and made you a crinkling, rotting heap in the sand, buried between dunes, whose endless stream of tears were but sand corns falling from your eyes, chafing and scratching your decrepit cheeks.

Lilia came to check on you again in the afternoon, carrying a fresh cup of tea and a burning bundle of sage to "clear your spirits," as she liked to say. You hadn't even touched the cup she'd made you for lunch; it sat next to the equally neglected food that had done nothing more than bother you with its nutritious smell. Your position was the same she'd left you in—curled up in a ball in an unmade bed with crinkled sheets that Lilia couldn't change since you hadn't left it for days, shaking with quiet sobs, tears streaming down your face.

Sitting on the bedside, she put her hand to your forehead and brushed your hair back to get a better glimpse of you. "Sweetheart." A heavy sigh left her. Her voice was distant and muffled, and your eyes as if paralysed. You couldn't look or blink. You could only cry. "What's with all those tears, hm? I hate to see them."

The only reaction your body produced was a fresh wave flowing from your waterline. Lilia tutted and cupped your cheek, moving her thumb in crescents. "Baby..."

You whimpered; something about the word struck a chord within you. Her hand was so warm and tender on your skin, not burning like the sun that made you fade and bleach, but warm like a home warmed by an old, rusty oven; thick and enveloping.

"I'm going to close the shop early," she said and stood up. "Be right back."

When Lilia returned a moment later, she climbed into the narrow wall bed with you and settled against the headboard. Without another word, she pulled you into her lap and began to stroke your head. Her fingers threaded through your hair, separating the strands along your scalp and thereby giving it a gentle massage, and her rings would graze your skin from time to time. Her plush thighs in the very leggings she sold cushioned your heavy, leaden head; a taste of weightlessness to sink into... and the tears fell easier.

"Still not better?" Lilia asked, a helpless edge to her voice.

She wiped at your cheeks with the pad of her thumb. Before she'd removed the first layer of salt, a new one pooled and draped over the finger. She took out a tissue as her next line of defence, but you soaked it within minutes. Your lips, hands, mouth—all dried out and desertificated. You hadn't found water in so long, and all that you'd held within had left you.

"Is there nothing mommy can do?" Lilia's fingers tangled in your unkempt hair, causing a pinch-like pain to shoot across your scalp, but even the pain couldn't find you, brushed right past your weary mind. "For her sweetheart?"

Your eyes squeezed shut with the spillage of more tears, sweeping overboard, pressing through the creaks, and leaving their previous confinement sore and aching dull. You lifted your hands to your burning eyes and clawed your fingers against them, wishing to tear them from their sockets. Your nails sank deeper and deeper into the thin layer of skin until Lilia's fingers curled around your wrist and drew your hands away.

"None of that, baby," she cooed and gathered your loose limbs closer, bending her arm to provide you with a soft place to rest your head while her other hand kneaded your hip. You crumbled more with every touch, like a dry slice of bread for the chicken to pick from the ground with their sharp beaks. "Let mommy hold you. I'll make it all better, I promise."

You closed your eyes, succumbing to the sensations of the infinitely overflowing well and Lilia's arm being the only thing keeping your head above water. It didn't matter what happened to you out there on the ocean, alone amidst the tall, black waves, drifting on a mouldy raft that had infested you already and would die with you before you were washed ashore.

Lilia's clothes shifted around you; sails rustling in the wind. Soft skin brushed against the tip of your nose, and then it bumped against a peak. You opened your eyes and found Lilia's rosy nipple in front of you. She cupped your tear-stained cheek and looked down on you, her face tear-blurred, with an encouraging smile on her lips, nodding.

You opened your mouth just an inch, and Lilia ran her hand over her nude breast, spreading her middle and index finger to slip her nipple in between and guide it between your lips. It was the lightest of brushes. You closed around the small tip and gave a tentative first suck. Lilia let out a long breath, relief, as you did, and nudged her breast around until you found the right angle to suck comfortably. The soft flesh touched against your face as it settled, and she lifted her hand away to tuck a hair behind your ear instead.

"That's it, sweetheart. Latch on to mommy."

It was odd. A terrible vulnerability clutched your heart, but the uncertainty in Lilia's own voice, the rawness, told you she felt the same. Yet, as you continued to nurse, lazy and unhurried, your tears stopped. It went quiet. Everything did.

Her rings and knuckles caressed your cheekbone, slow and languid, falling into a calming rhythm.

"Shhh," she cooed. "No more tears, baby. I've got you."

Cradling the back of your head, Lilia pushed you a bit further into her breast, making you suck her nipple deeper into your mouth. The shape of it pressed against your tongue each time you pulled it in and left a stamp of tingles behind that filled your stomach with a viscous sweetness, chasing away the sickening churns you'd battled for days.

"My sweet girl," Lilia whispered, continuing to hold and caress you, settling into a soft rocking motion. "Mommy's taking care of you now, see? Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about. Just my sweetheart suckling so nicely, like a good girl."

Your breathing evened out, and expelled the spirits from your haunted bones until all that was left was the sensation of your tongue laving against Lilia's breast, growing more hungry for her comfort, diving your nose deeper into the supple swell of it. Muffled noises escaped you, and their subtle hum soothed you just as much as Lilia's gentle voice did.

You spent a while like this; Lilia had sunken further into the pillows supporting her back and sat half-lidded, her hand protective on your waist. You had lulled yourself into sleepiness yourself and slowed, only giving small kitten-licks on occasion. Before either of you could fall asleep, Lilia changed your position so that you lay more comfortably between her legs and your head was pleasantly tucked between her breasts, her slow and steady heartbeat in your ear.

"Feel a bit better?" she murmured into your hair as she combed her fingers through it.

"Yeah," you breathed, nuzzling against her bosom despite already being impossibly close.

"Then just stay like this as long as you want. I'm here just for you," she pressed a kiss into your hair, "and I'm so happy to be able to comfort you, my precious one."

Lilia's arms tightened around you, making it impossible to slip away. All you could do was nestle into the solace of her embrace and let it console you, to surrender into her soft body that moulded to yours and provided you with a place to rest.

"I love you so much, baby. So, so much." She showered you with more kisses, one for each breath you took in her arms. "I'll do anything for you."

[musicismypreferredlanguage]

The coven: *begrudgingly playing Monopoly at Teen’s request*

Agatha: *flips the table*

Alice: Agatha!

Agatha: this is why your mother is dead

Jen: Agatha!

Agatha: this is why you’ve been bound for a century

Teen: Agatha, stop!

Agatha: this is why you’ll never see Witch Bitch Mommy, Robo-Papa or Toby ever again

Rio:

Agatha: this is why I fucked Wanda

Rio: I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!

Lilia, looking at Teen: I told you this would all go to hell in half an hour

Teen:

[notinmyvocab]

[arclic-stuff]

I found an old fic idea that would work for Lillia ohhhhh ✨️recycling✨️

[jubshead]

Question: how do you guys feel about a fanfic with lactation kink?

[draco-glacialis]

Lilia: Who wants to go out of the country on a road trip?

Billy: Yea, I could drink legally!

Rio: I could hang out with The Boystm!

Agatha: I could hide from the consequences of my actions.

[awlwgeneraldinosaur]

Chapter: 2/?

Words: 5.2k

Given up on the tumblr battle. They can have this war. Have another link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63696049/chapters/163803559

Where All That's Wrong Is Right. Ch1

Pairing: Lilia Calderu/fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Chapter: 1/?

Words: 8.8k.

Tags: Divorced, impromptu reunion, reunion sex, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, love confessions

Summary: Lilia and Reader haven't seen each other in a decade. The same day Agatha and Teen visit Lilia, she gets another surprise visitor.

Just me back again being fueled by my horny demons, and sappy demons, and i want to have a wife demons.

Once again, thank you @imorynn for keeping me company, fueling my horny, and genreally sending me into mild heart failure when you say nice things.

I lost the tumblr battle. Have an Ao3 link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63696049

[anti-anticheese]

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.04

[incorrectagathaallalongquotes]

Lilia: What are you, twelve?

Jen: Yeah, on a scale of one to ten.

[five-milfs-and-a-twink]

[nightmare-of-homophobes]

This is exactly how I picture Patti every time I write something along the lines "those beautiful big brown eyes of hers..."