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leatherglovesandbutterflyknives · 4 years ago

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Madam Spellman Snippet: Wash Away the Day

Zelda’s day had been filled with one disaster after another and now, all she wanted was a little peace and quiet. Hilda had been in a fluster all day and Zelda had considered killing her and burying her in the cain pit more than once just to get a break. Unfortunately, Hilda was also the only person standing between Zelda and the melodramatics of Sabrina and Ambrose’s new experiments which had taken over the kitchen and filled it with strange smells, noises and the occasional fire.

Eventually, Zelda had retired to her study and refused to reappear until dinner time, when most of the chaos was over and the splitting headache she had been nursing had dulled to a throbbing.

“Shall we play some games?” Hilda said, having cleared away the plates.

Zelda shot her a look.

“You are quite welcome to but I am retiring for the evening.”

“Oh, Zelds, are you sure?”

“Quite. Do enjoy yourselves.”

Trying not to feel guilty at the disappointment in her family’s eyes, Zelda headed for the stairs, fighting back the headache that was returning with full force. She would run a bath, fill it with her favourite salts and oils and relax. The tension in her shoulders, her head and her jaw would fade eventually and then she would be able to sleep.

Zelda turned on the tap, sprinkled the salts and poured in some oil, before heading into her room, removing her jewellery. She sighed, massaging her earlobes as the earrings came away, and placed each item in its rightful place.

Her dress was next, pulling the zip down and shedding the material. Picking it up off of the floor and putting it in the basket, Zelda caught sight of herself in the mirror. She prided herself in always dressing her best, more for herself than for anyone else. The red lace was one she usually saved for special occasions, but for some reason she had chosen it for today. Running her fingers over the line between her breast and lace, Zelda pursed her lips critically and then shook herself mentally.

She reached for her stockings, intending to take those off next, when movement reflected in the mirror made her start and then spin around.

“Well, what a delightful treat.”

“Lilith,” Zelda breathed, scanning over the woman’s black leather coat and back up to blue eyes that were spreading their heated gaze all over Zelda. She felt suddenly naked. “What are you doing here?”

“You’ve been taking my name in vain all day, Zelda,” Lilith purred, her eyes flicking back to Zelda’s. “I merely came to see if I could be of any assistance.”

Zelda reached for her robe, pulling it on and wrapping it around herself.

“I’m fine.”

“Lying to your Queen?” Lilith tutted, stepping forward; her fingers reaching up to play with the tie of the robe. “Well that won’t do.”

“What do you want, Lilith?” Zelda sighed, the exhaustion of the day catching up with her. She didn’t want to play games tonight; all she wanted was to wash away the day and sleep.

Lilith studied her and pursed her lips.

“You look tired.”

“I am tired, so if you would like to leave me in peace instead of teasing me, your High Priestess would appreciate it.”

Lilith dropped the robe’s belt and stepped still closer, making Zelda freeze. She was so close and suddenly Zelda’s throat was dry.

“You’re tense.”

“You’re in my space.”

“Yes,” Lilith raised a hand, her fingers stroking Zelda’s hair. Against her better judgement, Zelda leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut, as Lilith’s fingers stroked, and her thumb trailed over Zelda’s cheekbone. “But you were tense before I arrived.”

“It’s been that kind of day.”

“Then let me take care of you.”

Zelda’s eyes flew open.

“What?”

“Come Zelda... even strong, capable women like yourselves are allowed to want comfort sometimes.” Lilith leaned in and pressed the lightest kiss on the corner of Zelda’s mouth, making her breath catch. “Allow me to be that for you.”

She pressed another light kiss against Zelda’s jaw, and then began trailing kisses along it, until Zelda’s breathing was heavy and her eyes were shut; her head leaning back to allow the woman better access.

Sure fingers undid her robe and pushed it off, leaving her in her lingerie again.

“What a sight,” Lilith hummed. “You would bring mortals to their knees.”

Zelda hummed, feeling lost in a fog of arousal, evidence beginning to darken the lace pressed against her centre. Lilith’s lips traced down her neck and then she was being backed against her vanity, gripping it as Lilith’s fingers pressed into her.

“Wet for me already?”

“Yes...” Zelda whispered.

Lilith rubbed at her through the lace, and Zelda gasped and hummed as the friction pressed against her clit. She could feel the material becoming slick, could feel Lilith’s fingers pressing more insistently, and then they were gone. She opened her eyes to protest and saw Lilith kneeling down in front of her.

Oh.

Lilith removed her stockings first, slowly, pressing her lips and teeth to Zelda’s creamy thighs, leaving them covered in red lipstick and the beginning of bruises. Then she pulled down her panties, depositing them to the side before pressing a kiss to Zelda’s mound.

Her tongue slid against Zelda’s swollen clit gently, and Zelda gasped, her head falling back as she gripped the vanity for support. Lilith was tender, slow and all consuming; sucking at Zelda’s clit before sliding her tongue over her folds and lapping at her.

“Lilith...”

Hands gripped her, lifting one leg over Lilith’s shoulder, baring Zelda further to her touch. Fingers slipped inside her as Lilith sucked her clit again, curling inside Zelda’s hot, wet cunt.

Zelda’s knuckles went white as she gripped the wood underneath her; the tell tale quivers of her approaching orgasm making her rock into Lilith’s touch.

Lilith coaxed her on, until Zelda was practically mewling with need. Then, with a moan that echoed deep in her throat, Zelda clenched hard around her, and came.

Lilith lapped up the juices that flowed from her, pressing kisses to her wetness, still curling her fingers to guide her through her orgasm. Zelda shivered and then sank further onto the vanity.

The sight of Lilith, kneeling in front of her, that sly smirk slick with her juices, made Zelda’s stomach flip. Her Queen stood, wiping her mouth with her thumb, before leaning in and kissing the witch, giving her a taste.

“You are, without a doubt, the sweetest witch I have ever tasted.”

Zelda moaned again, releasing the vanity to tangle her fingers in Lilith’s hair and pull her into a deeper, longer kiss. When they both separated, their heavy breaths mingled.

“That was...” Zelda swallowed, lost for words for once.

“Mmm,” Lilith hummed, reaching around her to undo her bra, gently pulling it from her and tossing it to the side. “Come now. Your bath is waiting.”

Lilith led her to the bathroom, turning off the water and dipping her fingers in to check the temperature. Then she turned, and began removing her clothes. Zelda watched as her figure came into view; beautiful lines and curves that were sinful in every beautiful way.

Lilith stepped into the tub, offering her hand to Zelda, inviting her in. Zelda stepped in, feeling the warm water against her aching feet with a sigh of relief. Lilith sat and then spread her legs, inviting Zelda into the space. She eagerly complied.

“So beautiful,” Lilith hummed as Zelda leaned back against her chest. Her nose brushed into Zelda’s hair and she inhaled, kissing her head. She trailed her fingers over Zelda’s arms, leaving trails of water over them before rubbing her thumbs into Zelda’s shoulders.

Zelda moaned softly, feeling the tension easing with each circle of Lilith’s thumbs. She felt tired, boneless and the more she leaned into Lilith’s touch, the more relaxed she became.

“It’s hard,” Lilith hummed into her hair, running her fingers slowly over Zelda’s breasts, brushing her nipples in a circle before returning to her shoulders. “Being the one in control. The strong woman in charge. It eats away at you until all you feel is tired. When you feel that, call for me. I will always answer.”

She began to comb through Zelda’s hair pulling the few pins in it loose, kissing her neck and Zelda, for the first time in her life, melted into her touch completely.

She let Lilith wash her; gently sponging over her back, down her arms, over her breasts and between her legs. She leaned back as Lilith washed her hair, scratching her nails against her head until Zelda’s little moans filled the room. She rinsed her, ran her fingers through her hair to untangle any knots and then eased her out of the bath.

Zelda reached for her towel but Lilith took it, drying her off and then herself, before leading her back into her room. Zelda slipped on her robe and then began to moisturise herself; a habit formed over many years. Lilith watched, slipping into Zelda’s spare robe; her eyes never leaving the woman for long. When Zelda was finished she turned.

“Will you stay?”

“Yes.” Lilith stepped to her and tangled her fingers into her damp hair, pulling her in for a kiss. “Lie down. I’m not quite done with you.”

“I’m too tired to-”

“I know. Lie down.”

Zelda did as instructed and Lilith took up the bottle of moisturiser and sat at the end of Zelda’s bed. She squirted some into her hand, spread it over them and then took Zelda’s foot. She began to massage it, deep into the arch, soothing away the stubborn aches from a day spent in heels with too much to do. Zelda sighed. Somewhere, in the part of her mind that was too tired to focus, she wondered why she was accepting this. She normally hated sweet softness, or someone trying to take care of her.

But Lilith did not make her feel weak for being tired.

Lilith shifted to the other foot, rubbing up Zelda’s calf as she did so, summoning another pleasant moan.

“One day, darling, I shall do this properly. I shall have you on your front and get into that lovely back of yours, and those shoulders. But for now...” She rubbed into a particularly tender spot and Zelda arched into the touch. “Let’s just make sure you feel relaxed enough to sleep, shall we?”

Zelda was so relaxed that it felt as though the bed underneath her might never let her emerge from it again. Her eyes were closed, and she could feel sleep pulling at her. Lilith’s thumbs soothed her and then gently lowered her foot to the bed.

She heard her moving, putting back the moisturiser and then the bed dipped again. She felt a blanket being placed over her and then Lilith was pulling her into her; Zelda’s back against Lilith’s front.

“Sleep, my Priestess.”

“I...” Zelda was so close to sleep, her voice husky and tired. “Thank you, my Queen.”

“Hush, darling Zelda. No need for that.”

Lilith’s lips brushed against Zelda’s cheek in a soft kiss and then Zelda had slipped into sleep, wrapped up in the arms of Lilith, her Queen, who listened as her breathing evened out, before closing her own eyes, and drifting off too.

#soft #aftercare #zelda x madam satan #zelda spellman #lilith caos #madam spellman #wash away the day #massage #yes this post is targeted #MGAS server

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thoughtsaboutshows · 4 years ago

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OTP Prompt

@kh5160 requested 23 from the first prompt list.

“Take my Jacket.”

This is a non-witchy AU.

Sabrina was a little thrown off when Prudence asked her to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. She wished she could say she was pleasantly surprised, but the way that Prudence shoved over the sequined box with the champagne and calligraphy note with a grimace led Sabrina to believe the bride didn’t want her in the wedding at all. But as the closest thing to a sister that Ambrose had, it meant a lot to the groom to have her standing up on that day. Sabrina had begrudgingly accepted Prudence Night into their family when she’d started dating Ambrose, so Prudence could do the same by letting Sabrina into her bridesmaid fold.

The group consisted of her sisters, Dorcas, Agatha and Leticia, and Roz. That was to no one’s surprise as the two of them had gotten closer in college in their occult studies classes. Ambrose’s party involved a rag-tag group of guys from Oxford including the dark and elusive Nicholas Scratch.

Sabrina had never met said friend before, though she’d heard the tales spun of him. He sounded like an enigma, all folklore and mystery, and she wasn’t certain the man who had been claimed to be the King of Campus even existed at all. Dorcas and Agatha however, never ceased to shut up about him, always claiming he was the king of the bedroom as well. Both begged and prodded Prudence to be the one to walk down the aisle with him, and Prudence had had enough when she and Ambrose finally announced the pairings.

Sabrina was convinced Prudence had done it to piss Sabrina off, to intentionally get her sisters to turn on her. But Ambrose had a completely different reason for pairing her with this Nicholas Scratch, the exact opposite of anyone she had ever been with, and anyone she would ever be with too.

“Cousin, he’s loads of fun and you could use some fun.” He’d told her at the co-ed bridal shower.

“I have plenty of fun, Ambrose.” Sabrina said as she crossed her arms and scrunched her nose at the way her cousin scoffed in return.

“Not enough. I’m not saying you should marry the guy, because well you shouldn’t, but he’s the good kind of ruffle in your feathers.”

“Are you seriously encouraging me to have sex with one of your groomsmen.”

“Stranger things have happened.” Ambrose shrugged and laughed again at Sabrina’s glaring. Really, she needed to let loose.

“Isn’t he supposed to be here? Some groomsman.”

“I think he’s in Santorini.” Ambrose said as he took a sip of his champagne and became momentarily distracted by his fiancee who was calling him over with her finger. “Or was it Spain? Who the Hell knows. He’ll show up on the wedding day, tolerably sober and all will be well. Now if you’ll excuse me I am being summoned.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes again, though she couldn’t fight the smile creeping to her lips at her cousin’s happiness. Never in a million years did she think that her cousin would get married before her, to Prudence no less. But as her cousin said, stranger things have happened. The strangest? Discovering Nicholas Scratch wasn’t so bad.

He certainly made a terrible first impression. He’d shown up late to the rehearsal, made fun of her headband, and asked her if she was the flower girl instead of a bridesmaid. He was the kind of handsome that she swore should be displayed in the pages of a magazine and for a moment she thought James Dean himself had been resurrected. She was also aware that he was the kind of charming and conceited that knew exactly how attractive he was and exactly what to do to make it work in his favor.

And he was fiercely determined not to fall under his spell.

However his clever and incessant flirting wore her down inch by inch, though she’d never let it show. He determidly ignored Dorcas and Agatha, and begged Sabrina not to leave his side all night, and the two would joke about the different guests in the room, inserting their own commentary and guessing what conversations were being had. She noted he stopped stuck to one drink, and when he’d passed on the wine at dinner he returned her eyebrow raise with an explanation that he’s trying to be more responsible.

It seemed the elusive and bad boy Nicholas Scratch was not so bad at all, and Sabrina thought she may have made a new friend. A hot friend. She’d think only to herself. He was the type to flirt with anyone and she didn’t see herself as special, just his bridesmaid of the week.

He found her later leaning against the balcony outside. Nick had been taken with her immediately. He’d heard from Ambrose about his cousin for years, had even seen pictures. But no image could ever capture the enrapturing beauty of Sabrina Spellman. She was like a sunset, completely existing in a world of its own, beauty meant to exist in its own reality. Her moonbeam curls were a hue he’d never seen before and he couldn’t help but think about kissing her red lips the first time he’d seen them. The first time they’d been turned down because of a dumb thing he’d said about her headband.

Things seemed to be turning around for him though in the twenty-four hours they’ve known each other. He didn’t let her fall while walking down the aisle, she’d turned completely to him at their table and gave him her attention when he talked about his travels, and she’d even let him hold her close on the dance floor. Even his hand drifted dangerously low in her low-backed dress, to the area of skin not exposed to the elements.

She looked cold but content as she leaned against the balcony. It was Fall, but Sabrina Spellman seemed the type to enjoy any season. Her rosy cheeks and warm smile stealing away any chill in the air.

“Hey, Spellman.” He said as he leaned next to her.

“Hey, Scratch.” She responded.

So that was a thing. She’d never had good nicknames with anyone before. Not Harvey. Not fucking Caliban who was twirling his new girlfriend from hell on the dance floor. It was the two of them, who had somehow gotten an invite, that had her sequestering herself outside for a moment. She had thought she wanted to be alone, but when Nick showed up she realized that was wrong.

A chill washed over her with another breeze and Nick noticed immediately.

“Here, take my jacket.” He said, shrugging off the rented thing that Nick was glad to get rid of. She took it but looked at him teasingly.

“Thank you, I didn’t shiver on purpose by the way.”

“I know.” Nick smirked back at her. “You wouldn't have had to to get me to do that.” He tilted his head to the side. “Why are you out here anyways?”

“I needed some air.” She shrugged. “And I was sick of seeing the ex-boyfriends.”

“What about the current boyfriend?” Nick asked suggestively. He knew the answer but he wanted to see how much she would flirt with him. She’d been tiptoeing into those waters all night.

“That spot’s still vacant.” Sabrina said with a small smile.

Nick winked at her and held up his bourbon glass for her to clink with her wine one.

“Cheers to finding the next candidate.”

“Cheers.” She answered back, suddenly aware of how close they were standing, how warm Nick’s jacket was, and how it smelled of something that was so new but familiar at the same time she immediately felt at home.

Another chill ran through the air and not even Nick’s jacket or his fiery gaze could keep her from shivering. In fact, it was his eyes burrowing into her, begging to know more, that made her shiver in the first place.

“Why don’t we go inside?” He suggested.

“Why don’t you take me upstairs.” She blurted out without thinking. She was feeling bold, and she hadn’t been drinking that much, but something about Nick was intoxicating. She wanted to drink deeply of it, so she kept her gaze steady and sure on him and raised her eyebrows so he knew she was serious.

His eyes didn’t break their focus on her as he leaned down and brushed that beautiful hair out of her eyes and kissed those red lips that were so damn inviting. She melted into it and pulled him closer, anxious all of a sudden to taste more of him. When they broke apart she repeated her request and he didn’t deny her.

Two years later at another wedding in the Fall, with Prudence as a bridesmaid and Ambrose as a groomsmen, the newlyweds stole some time away to spend on the balcony and recreated their first kiss over and over. Ambrose had told Sabrina not to marry Nicholas Scratch, but she was deliriously happy. And well?

Stranger things have happened.

#nabrina #fluff prompt #Nicholas Scratch #sabrina spellman #otp prompt

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ptersparkers · 4 years ago

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hell froze over

summary: it’s a thursday afternoon and caliban’s taken you by surprise when he teleports to earth and asks you out on a date. not that you’d ever say no.

warnings: mentions of religion and typos, probably.

a/n: lol i can hear my parents sh*uting so i’m gonna write instead because!! we love distractions!!

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Sabrina Spellman swore that Hell would have to freeze over the second she saw Caliban get “soft” and care for mortals.

That day was today.

Greendale, being the small town that it was, housed many local favorites which included Dr. Cerberus’ diner, also dubbed as the local hangout of the Fright Club. There wasn’t much to say about the whole situation about who was running Hell with Sabrina’s clone down under and the Sabrina you knew alive and well, talking your ear off about Nick this, Harvey that, and Caliban this and that.

If you were being completely honest, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

So when Caliban teleported back up to Earth’s surface and caught you off guard leaving school grounds, you let out the loudest yell imaginable and dropped all of the books and stray pieces of paper you were carrying.

“Jesus Christ,” you said, clutching your heart. You bent down and started to pick up what you had dropped.

Caliban chuckled. “Not quite. Doubt he’s ever going to come to Earth.”

You didn’t pay much attention to his comment in favor of gathering everything that was on the concrete and Caliban frowned, bending down to help you pick up some notebooks that were closer to him than you. When you finally stood up, you moved strange of hair out from your face and huffed, annoyed.

“If you’re going to scare me, at least do it where people won’t see because I’m pretty sure I’ve embarrassed myself enough for this entire school year.” The corner of Caliban’s mouth lifted into a smirk when he saw you try to reassure your schoolmates and tugged on your backpack strap to get your attention.

“It’s a Thursday afternoon,” he stated.

“Yes?”

“Do you have any plans?”

You were taken off guard.

“What are you planning?” you asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing bad,” he promised. “Since Sabrina number two is down in Hell dealing with things for the weekend, I figured why not come up here and spend the day with my favorite mortal.” You laughed at the sentiment and fixed your backpack to keep the straps from falling.

“Well, I’m headed to the diner to study for a little bit before I head to cheerleading practice,” you explained. “I have about two hours before I have to be there so might as well eat and study. You know, kill two birds with one stone.”

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“You want to watch me study for two hours? It’a gonna be kind of boring,” you explained.

“Think of me as your study-buddy.”

“Where did you even learn that phrase?”

“Sabrina’s rubbing off on me,” Caliban said with a low laugh. He gestured away from you. “Lead the way.”

The diner wasn’t too packed when you arrived and you chose a table big enough to let you put your laptop and notebooks on while having a plate of food beside you. Your water bottle sat proudly in Caliban’s hands as he looked at the various stickers stuck to it.

“This is quite peculiar,” he said.

“It’s a bunch of memories,” you explained. “This one’s from the camp grounds Harvey and I used to go to when we were younger. The orange one is from when Sabrina and I first became friends and that red one is the first sticker I saw with the world ‘Hell’ on it after coming back from, you know, Hell.”

Caliban smiled at that one. “You’re odd.”

You tilted your head and chuckled, not knowing how to respond to such a comment. You turned your attention to the screen in front of you, reading online articles assigned to you for your AP World History class.

“What is ‘AP’?” Caliban asked, looking at the textbook that sat beside your computer.

“It stands for advanced placement. It’s basically a college course for high schoolers so we don’t have to take it when we get to college and it gives us school credit.”

“Sounds complicated.”

“It is,” you said, clicking out of the article you had finished taking notes on. “I think this while ‘Hell’ ordeal set me back because I haven’t been studying as much as I used to. At the end of the school year, everyone who takes AP classes has the chance to take a test that determines a score, which determines college credit.”

“You humans are so overachieving,” he commented, stealing a fry from your plate. “But I suppose being knowledgable isn’t bad.”

“Sometimes I feel like I put too much pressure on myself,” you confessed, your gaze back on the man sitting in front of you. “Like, does this really matter? Whether I ace or fail my AP tests won’t matter in the long run and it’s not like I can avoid going to Heaven or Hell.”

Caliban quirked an eyebrow, realizing that discovering the secrets of witches, Hell, and Heaven had left you in a turmoil that no one bothered to discuss. Sabrina was a witch and had accepted her fate on her sixteenth birthday. As for the other three mortals, they had some sort of lineage in magic that offered them solace. You did not.

“Going to Hell really messed with you, didn’t it?” You didn’t want to say anything in fear of offending Caliban. When he wasn’t trying to steal the throne from Sabrina, he was a decent person, you thought.

“Um,” you said, pausing, “I think it made me realize some things. I think those things are making me confused about the next step in my life and if what I’m doing is worth finishing.”

Caliban looked at you and the various books, notebooks, and writing utensils sprawled out on the table. He saw your color-coded planner, binders that kept your articles and paperwork in place, and the dark tint underneath your eyes. That was all he needed to know.

“I think you’re on the right path. From the looks of it,” he said, gesturing to the messy table in front of you, “you are so passionate and dedicated about learning and doing something with your life. Not many people can say the same. You have the advantage of knowing Hell exists and the second layer to humanity while others wonder about religion and faith. Use it to your advantage.”

“If I hear this correctly, it seems like you don’t want me to give up.”

“I don’t,” he said, almost too quickly. “Your ambition to do well on your tests resembles my quest to become King of Hell. As I have found out another way to rule Hell alongside Sabrina, I think you’re going to find out what you’re meant to do in life.”

“You’re starting to sound like someone who believes in God.”

He chuckled. “God and angels exist. You know that now. I suppose you’ll have to continue praying to find out what He has in store for you.”

You sat there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t too long ago that Caliban had been in the grand room, cursing angels and Heaven above out of frustration and anger. You and Sabrina had been waiting for him to finish throwing his tantrum before she could engage in business with him, so hearing Caliban talk about having faith in something that even he didn’t believe him gave you a glimmer of motivation.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you said softly, fiddling with a pen.

“Go out with me,” Caliban said. “To that drive in theater across town. You mentioned once that you like to go there when you’re stressed. We could forget about Heaven and Hell for one night.”

“Okay,” you said quietly, earning a gigantic grin from Caliban.

As you were about to pack up your belongings, you heard a “Oh for Satan’s sake” from behind you and turned to see Sabrina rolling her eyes, already dressed in her cheer uniform.

“Caliban, my clone and I are going to beat your ass if you hurt Y/N in any way,” she said in a sickly sweet tone. Caliban nodded, heading the message without much argument. You packed up your belongings and ran to use the restroom, leaving the two mystical beings alone.

“I really like her,” Caliban said after a brief pause. “And I know you don’t agree wholeheartedly but I intend to prove otherwise.”

“Y/N’s smart and won’t take anything from a boy if she’s not comfortable with it,” said Sabrina. “All I’m saying is you should watch you back should you ever hurt her in any way because it’s not just the Fright Club that’s gonna come after you.”

Caliban gulped and watched as you emerged, putting your hair in a low bun before walking outside to go to cheerleading practice.

“How does tomorrow night sound?” Caliban asked before you entered Harvey’s truck.

“Pick me up at six,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “And this time, please don’t teleport and scare me.”

The boy made of clay laughed and promised not to, watching as you climbed into the truck and waved goodbye. He saw Sabrina give him an all-knowing look, but he was determined to befriend your friends if it was the last thing he did.

Hell, he had an entire lifetime to get to know you.

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BONUS:

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked as Harvey and Sabrina looked at you. The keys were in the engine but Harvey didn’t bother moving, opting to look between you and the spot where Caliban had teleported to Hell.

“I know he’s kind of a good guy now, but are you serious?” Harvey asked.

“What?” you asked, provoking him. “Am I not allowed to be in relationships like you two?”

“I’m just surprised, is all,” said Sabrina. “I mean, you did hate him when we first met him.”

“Absolutely nobody messes with my best friend,” you said. “You two, well, the other you, is ruling with him peacefully.”

“What is he tries to pull a trick?” Harvey asked.

You had to admit, that was a fair concern.

“I don’t think it’ll come to that, but if it does, there’s no way in Hell, literally, I’m choosing a boy over my best friends. Who, by the way, I’ve been friends longer with.”

Harvey seemed to like this answer and started the engine, driving back to the school grounds with you in between him and Sabrina.

“I guess Hell really did freeze over.”

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pastlivesandsecretdreams · 4 years ago

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demoness

chapter one - the return of the heiress

ambrose spellman x oc (princess magdalena “maggie” morningstar)

warnings :: none that i can think of.

song of the chapter : all the good girls go to hell by billie eilish

magdalena had been born in utter chaos. born to lucifer morningstar and his demon concubine, lilith, in the early days, she was the firstborn to the dark lord. although not being a male heir upset lucifer, he loved his daughter, and was struck with love for her. she was born with dark brown hair and dazzling, blue eyes. raised to one day take queen, she lived at the court of darkness, a throne besides her father for herself. as she and her powers grew, so did her throne. everyone knew the princess of darkness was also the demon of transfiguration and mother of banshees. whenever she got upset, her hair would turn to hellfire, and she had the ability to summon hellfire any and every time she wanted. she had a second sight, which let her see the past and any possible future. she can sense death and is called the first banshee, in her own right. the younger generations were known to pray to her and saw her as the second coming of her father. the girl was known for her pansexuality, having a mix of different lovers: mortal, pagan, witch, and demon alike. her father once killed one of his demon councilors when it became aware that they had an affair. as a result, he lost his only child for many years. she, with tools given to her by her paternal grandfather, god, would manage to hide herself from her father, mother, and all their demons. she let herself live carefree and settled in rome for a time, setting up a bookstore in the roman terrain. until she heard through some of her loyalest of demon friends, caliban, that she had a half-sister, who was put upon the throne by her father, and was being assisted by her mother. this enraged magdalena. not only had her father disinherited her, but her mother allowed her father to disavow her. when she was told, she accidentally burned down her store in the process. she managed to get to the throne room of her father’s hell estate at the same time caliban was showing that he got the signatures he needed to challenge her. hellfire rained down as she appeared in the center of the room. she heard her mother gasp at her sudden entrance. all of the demons, including her dear friend and her mother, all fell to their knees in front of her. “who are you…?” sabrina asked, trying to appear as if the woman in the long black dress, which was fitted to her body perfectly, didn’t cause fear to stir within her. “i…” maggie started, pointing her finger at her half-sister as she moved forward. “am your big sister...and that...is my rightful throne…” lilith fell to her knees, taking her child’s hands in her own. maggie looked at her mother, a mixture of heartbroken and disgust. “this is why father refused to make you his queen, dear mother… a true ruler would never bow or kneel to no one…” the demon kings, along with caliban, started to chant for her. “all hail the true heir of darkness, magdalena morningstar!” she smirked at her half-sister, her father filtering through. maggie knew a lot, and most importantly, she knew how to win over the court. she had done it with each court appearance since she was born. she was a demoness and knew how to charm any and everyone. maggie could just walk into a room and they would kneel. she was her father’s daughter, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to say her throne wasn’t hers.

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hey! i know this is kinda short but i will have the next part up rather soon! i hope you all like this bit! happy holidays and stay safe!

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THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF ZELDA CHAPTER 19-SALEM FAUSTUS MUST RESCUE HIS DAUGHTER FROM WHERE NO WITCH SHOULD GO.

Zelda didn’t believe what she just heard. She walked across the room so she could read the text herself. She read it twice and still shook her head. “No, I don’t believe it. Our Cordelia just can’t be on her way to Salem. She just can’t be!”

Jake, who wasn’t exactly in the loop, gasped. “You can’t mean that Cordelia is on her way to Salem, that Salem, THE Salem?!”

“Apparently so,” Ambrose answered him.

Faustus, meanwhile, checked his watch and walked quickly to the front hall where everyone followed him.

“Where are you going, Uncle Faustus,” Ambrose called out.

“It’s 8:30 now and I know that the bus should have left at 5:30. Despite that 3-hour head start, I going to see if I can catch it before they reach Salem.”

“I’m going with you.” Zelda reached for her coat but Faustus stopped her.

“No, dearest.” Faustus shook his head. “I understand completely why you want to come along, but if worse comes to worst and I have to go all the way to Salem, I won’t be able to explain your presence. It’s my class on that trip. The only reason I’m not with them right now is that I told them I was sick.” Zelda looked upset and Faustus sought to comfort her with his next statement. “Our girl is very clever. She might get away and come home on her own so someone needs to be here.”

Zelda was still upset but managed to put on a brave face. “Faustus, your trip will go by faster if you don’t have to stop much. I could pack you some sandwiches if you want.”

“Excellent idea, my love.”

10 minutes later, the car was packed and Faustus was ready to go. Jake and Ambrose hung back to allow Zelda and Faustus a private goodbye.

“Do you have everything?” Zelda asked.

“I think so.”

“Call me as soon as you find Cordelia. I don’t care where you are.” Faustus nodded and Zelda sighed and threw her arms around her husband. “And for Hecate’s sake, Faustus,” Zelda whispered into his neck. “Please, please be careful. I simply wouldn’t know what I would do if anything ever happened to you or Cordelia.”

“Shhh, hush my love, the only thing that going to happen is mine and Cordelia’s safe return. Any other outcome is unacceptable.” He then kissed her goodbye. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Zelda returned “Bring home our girl.”

Faustus nodded, kissed her again before he got into the car, and drove off. Even before Faustus’s car drove out of sight, Zelda could feel Ambrose’s arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Aunt Z, if anyone up to this task, it’s uncle Faustus.”

“Absolutely,” Jake agreed. “They’ll be back before you know it.”

The 7-hour bus trip flew by. From the very back, Cordelia watched the other students filed off the bus. Cordelia took a deep breath and got up and tried to get off the bus. However, Mrs. Robinson blocked her.

“Not yet, Cordelia. They’re not ready for you.”

“Ready for me?”

Nina didn’t respond but when Cordelia was allowed to leave the bus, Nina was right by her side. Cordelia noticed that the rest of the class had formed a half-circle. Then, a tall, scary man dressed in a black robe walked out of the shadows and stopped right in front of Cordelia. “Is this the child, then?”

Nina nodded. “It is, your honor.”

Your honor? Cordelia looked from 1 adult to the other.

The man in black pointed at Cordelia. “Has she been charged yet?”

“No, your honor. We thought it best to get her down here and then charge her.”

Charge me? The horror finally dawned on Cordelia. This was no field trip, this was a witch trial. HER witch trial!

Meanwhile, the man in black continued. “What is the child’s name?”

“Cordelia Spellman.” Nina answered.

The man in black arched his eyebrow. “Really? SPELLman? And the name Cordelia hasn’t been in fashion for at least an century. It’s like she’s not even trying to hide it.” For the 1st time, the man in black spoke to Cordelia directly. “So, what do you say, girl? Do you deny it? Do you deny that you’re a witch?”

Cordelia stood tall. “Of course, I deny it. Everyone knows that witches don’t really exist.”

“Is that right, girlie? Let see if you say that after you see this!” He grabbed Cordelia roughly by the arm and guided her between 2 old houses.

“Hey!”

The man in black let go of Cordelia after giving her a little shove. Cordelia looked up and was in shock. There they were; all in a row, bound and gagged, all standing on barrels with nooses around their necks. Her entire family, Faustus, Zelda, Jake, LJ, Prudence, Ambrose, Sabrina, Hilda, and even Dr. C.

Without a 2nd thought, Cordelia turned to the man in black. “Okay, you got me. I am a witch. But I’m the only 1. My family didn’t even know, they’re completely innocent. Do whatever you want to me but let them go!”

“Bull!” The man in black declared. “Everyone knows that magic goes through the bloodline so if you're a witch, so is your family.”

“But I’m adopted!” Cordelia stressed. It was the 1st thing she could think of.

“Then why do you look exactly like your mother? You’re lying!” The man in black turned to the men behind the barrels. “Hang them!” He ordered.

“NO!” Cordelia screamed but the man in black held her as the barrels were kicked and the Spellmans were hanged.

“And as for you,” The man in black stared hatefully down at Cordelia. “You’re a witch by your own admission. Your punishment will be to burn at the stake.”

Cordelia didn’t, couldn’t say anything. Her entire family was just murdered for just being born witches. She choked back tears as she was tied to the stake.

“Daughter, would you like to do the honors?” The man in black asked.

“I would love to.”

Suddenly, Cordelia was face to face with Sara, who had a torch in her hand.

“I knew you were trouble since the 1st day I saw you!”

Sara only smiled. “Goodbye, witch. Thanks for the friends.” Sara lit the pyre and Cordelia watched the orange flames crack, flickering, and then it jumped? When the fire jumped for the 2nd time, Cordelia felt her body jump with it.

The next thing Cordelia knew, her eyes opened and she realized she was still on the bus. As the other students were laughing and talking, some about the recent speedbump they just passed, Cordelia sat up. Her hand on her chest, willing her heartbeat to go back to normal. Cordelia looked up at the sound of loud laughter. She grew sad when she realized it was Sara and the triplets. Cordelia frowned; she was so happy and excited to get the text this morning. She practically ran all the way to the schoolyard. When she discovered that they were already on the bus, Cordelia thought nothing of going on the bus. Yet the more she talked, the more Cordelia saw the triplets’ faces grew blanker and blanker. They had no idea what she was talking about! Cordelia’s heart sank yet she knew she wasn’t crazy. She knew that the text came from Erin’s phone. Cordelia suspected that Sara may have stolen the phone and sent the message herself to make Cordelia look foolish. Cordelia turned to get off the bus when Mrs. Robinson stopped her. Mrs. Robinson then showed her the paper and the name on it. Cordelia knew it was faked, (it must be!) There was no one there to save her. Cordelia’s heart fell into her shoes when she realized the bus to Salem was moving and she was still on it. With no other choice, Cordelia sat in the very back, which on a deluxe bus was like a padded bench with seat belts, and tried to control her breathing, just like she was trying to do now.

“Are you okay, Cordelia?” asked a classmate who sat nearby.

“I’m fine, Anne.” Cordelia lied. She was anything but fine! It was actual life and death if someone discovered her secret. As she sat up and looked around the bus, she envied the happy carefree smiles of her peers. Half of Cordelia just wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. The other half of her just wanted to stand up and scream. This entire journey was billed as an educational trip but Cordelia couldn’t understand what, if anything, could be ‘educational’ about a town infamous for killing witches, her kind, her people. For Cordelia, this was just as cruel as taking a person of the Jewish faith to tour a WW II death camp. Cordelia sighed as she quickly wiped a tear away. She had already decided that the only way to survive this weekend was to stay down and keep quiet. Hoping to distract herself, Cordelia took out her phone.

“Aw, man!” Cordelia groaned as she read the new message. Cordelia decided earlier not to involve her family. After all, nothing good could come from bringing even more witches to Salem. Despite this, by around 8:30, in a fit of panic, Cordelia texted her father. The instant she hit send, she regretted it. The only thing she could do now was hoping against hope that Faustus didn’t get the message. Now she knew; not only did her father get the message, but he also sent a reply.

Dear Cody,

Stay clam. I’m coming to get you as soon as can. I love you. Dad.

With a defeated sigh, Cordelia let her phone drop into her lap and rested her forehead against the window. She was already stressed as hades and they weren’t even there yet! When Cordelia noticed the sun was beaming down on her, she reached for the golden crescent moon at her neck. “Father sun, mother moon, make time fly. Make this weekend end soon.” She whispered.

Faustus didn’t understand. It was only 2 days ago that Cordelia came home crying at the mere thought of going to Salem, convinced she would die. Now she was on a bus going there? It just didn’t make any sense. Faustus knew how important Cordelia’s friends were to her but still, he just couldn’t imagine his strong-willed daughter being so desperate to win her friends’ favor that she would be talked into taking the trip. Further proof of this was Cordelia’s own text message. The message wasn’t a confessional of a kid who got carried away. It was more like a cry for help. It actually contained the phase S.O.S, which had to be a plea for help. Even if Cordelia had gone to Salem willingly, it shouldn’t have been allowed by her teachers. Even though he had always planned to claim illness and pull out at the last second, as the 7th-grade teacher, Faustus was preparing for this trip all week. Therefore, he knew that every student needed a permission slip signed by a parent or guardian to even go on the trip. Now he knew that Zelda would never sign anything that would put their daughter anywhere near Salem and Hecate knows he didn’t sign a permission slip so Cordelia should have never been able to leave with the others. She should have been kicked off that bus the moment a teacher saw her. Every time Faustus thought of his sweet, youngest child alone in that witch-hating town make Faustus pressed his foot hard on the gas pedal. He was driving on the highway, just about to enter yet another town, when something odd happened. The bottom left side of the car bounced and then dragged. The sudden movement startled Faustus so he took his eyes off the road for just a second to see what was wrong in the back. When he turned his attention back to the road, he saw a cat lying in the middle of the laneway. On instinct, Faustus turned to miss the cat and went up onto a curb. As soon as Faustus collected himself, he got out of the car. He slammed the door, angry at what he saw. The rear left tire had a big nail in it and was still leaking air. The front tire was busted up from hitting the curb.

“Damn!” Faustus swore. So much for catching up to the bus before it got to Salem. Unless…Faustus knelt by the rear tire, raised his hand, and was about to say a spell when-

“Hi there, fellow. Do ya need some help?”

Faustus looked up and saw a kind, elderly man with a tow truck right behind him. Faustus sighed, now he felt stuck. Yes, it would undoubtedly be faster to fix the car by magic, Faustus couldn’t use magic in front of a witness nor could he deny that he was in trouble. So he greeted the man, who was named Gus and it turned out that Gus owned an auto shop in the city. So Gus hooked Faustus’s car up to his truck and they drove to the shop. When they got there, Gus left Faustus in the lobby. 10 minutes later, Gus returned, frowning.

“I’m sorry, friend, but I just found a note from my partner and he had to go tend to an emergency so I’m the only 1 to look after the shop. Plus, I was just in the back, and I swear this never happens, but we seem to out of tires. So, I’m afraid you’re stuck here for a while.”

Faustus sighed. He knew he should have used magic! “Thank you for the ride into town.” He told Gus. Faustus began to walk around the waiting room as Gus went back to work. In the seating area, among the magazines, Faustus found a town map.

“Hey, do you have a bathroom here?”

“Yeah. 1st door on the left.” Gus answered.

“Thank you.” Faustus was pleased to discover that it was a private, single-person bathroom. After locking the door, Faustus unfolded the map and studied it until he found that there was A Walmart supercenter in this town. Astral projecting to a place you never been before was always risky, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He laid the map on the floor and then he laid beside the map. Faustus closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. It worked; for when Faustus opened his eyes again, he was right in front of the store. After thanking Hecate, Faustus entered the store. It was big and crowded so Faustus knew he had to hurry. Faustus made quick work of finding the auto department and selecting the correct tires. The trouble, as Faustus soon learned, was upfront. There was only 1 check-out station open and a very long lineup. Faustus stood in line, carrying a tire in each hand when he saw the 1st of those hateful birds in the window.

Oh no! Come on, come on, come on! Faustus silently willed the line to get a move on already.

Soon after, came another bird and another. By the time there were 4, Faustus realized his nose was bleeding. When 6 birds were all in a row, Faustus’s entire body was shaking and his head felt ready to explode. He could hold on no more. Sighing, Faustus dropped the tires and closed his eyes, only to return to his body on the bathroom floor. Faustus sat up and hit the titles with his palms. “Damn it!” He had to find another way to fix his car and get to his daughter and soon!

After all the stories about how all the mortals tortured and killed them, Cordelia wondered if any of the Salem witches ever simply died from boredom. If so, Cordelia may have found their descendent. It was late afternoon and the class was listening to a lecture in an old town hall. The only thing that Cordelia found remotely interesting about this guy was he has been talking for over 2 hours and had still to get a single fact right. If this so ‘witch expect’ attended the academy, Cordelia felt certain that he would easily fail 1st-year witch history. Cordelia sighed and looked out the window, only to see a graveyard, because, of course, there was a graveyard right there! Maybe it was because she was a real witch, but ever since she had arrived in Salem, Cordelia has been experienced odd things. Like wherever she went, Cordelia heard noises, like moaning and weeping, possibly from the murdered witches. Even though the Salem roads were paved, Cordelia could swear she heard splashing, as if she was walking on blood. Cordelia shook her head and turned the other way. Cordelia managed to lock eyes with Erin, and they smiled at each other. The bus had arrived in Salem at 12:30. So the first thing the class did was have lunch at a restaurant called The Witch’s Brew. (Salem got absolutely zero points for subtly.) Cordelia had a bit of luck when she was seated next to Erin at lunch. She was finally got to explain about the text, how the girls wanted to talk to her before leaving for Salem and how it came from Erin’s phone. Erin then explained that she lost her phone 3 days ago. In fact, the last thing Erin did before she left the house this morning was to ask her mom to keep looking for it. Therefore, Erin couldn’t have written that text. Still, the 2 girls got to talking during the meal and at least, for now, there was peace between Cordelia and 1 of her friends. The lecture was finally over and the class started to file out. Cordelia sneaked away to the bathroom. She did this several times today, whenever she felt the need to regroup.

You’re doing great, girl. Cordelia thought to herself. All you have to do now is get through supper, another walking tour, and then it’s off to the motel for the night. Then just 3 more days, Cordelia sighed.

When Cordelia returned to the front, she noticed that everyone from before had gone and only 2 maids were talking to each other.

“I don’t know, Dru. We come in here every day and we listen to that blockhead, every single day, telling lie after lie. But it seems especially wrong to let him tell all this to schoolchildren. It just seems so irresponsible to me.”

Drusilla, the other maid, sighed. “Shelley, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. It doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, he’s just another mortal spinning fairy tales for mortal children. It has nothing to with us.”

“Us?” Cordelia jumped into the conversation without thinking. “You’re not mortals either? Are you witches?”

The 2 maids were visually shocked. “Mortal? Who said mortal?” Drusilla asked. “I said more tell, yeah, more tell. That darn lecturer is always leaving without telling us.”

While Drusilla was trying, very unsuccessfully, to talk herself out of trouble, Shelley knocked over the bucket of water she was mopping with. “Oh, for Hades’s sake!”

Cordelia smiled. “For Hade’s sake? That sounds like a witch phase to me. Don’t worry, I’m a witch too.”

“Oh, great. Another little girl who thinks she’s a real witch.” Although Drusilla muttered this to herself, Cordelia still overheard her.

The Spellman witch raised her hand and the spilled water was back in the bucket. “Now do you believe me?” Cordelia smiled.

“You are a witch.” Shelley said with awe and then pointed to the door. “What about the class you came in with? Are they witches?”

“No.” Cordelia shook her head. “They’re all mortals, I’m the only one.”

Drusilla raised an eyebrow. “You’re here all alone? What are you? 11?”

“12, actually,” Cordelia answered. “Yes, I’m alone, but it’s a long and confusing story and I don’t know how to explain it. What about you 2? Do you live in Salem as well as working here?”

“Dru lives in town, but you wouldn’t find me here after dark.”

Drusilla rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be such a baby, Shelley. I figured I’m safer here than anywhere else, kind of how like a farmer will never search for a fox in a henhouse.”

Cord smiled, she wasn’t sure whether that statement was madness or brilliant.

“Don’t worry, kid.” Drusilla continued. “Your day trip must be almost over. You’ll be home before you know it.”

“Oh, it’s not a day trip. The class will be here until Monday.”

“You’re staying overnight? Here? At a motel? But what about the rebels?” Shelley seemed frightened.

“The rebels?” Cordelia asked. “Who or what are the rebels?”

“They’re a secret group of mortals who believe that witches never left Salem. It’s said that to this day, they go around at night, leaving fresh blood on the motel door of witches.”

“Don’t scare her with that old wives’ tales! I’ve lived here for almost ten years and that never happened to me.”

“That’s because you don’t use motels.”

Drusilla dismissed Shelley with a shake of her head and took something out of her pocket. “Pay no mind to Shelley, but I would feel better if you took this good luck charm.”

“I just can’t take it. What if I pay for it?” Cordelia suggested. “$5 bucks?”

They agreed and as they exchanged items, Drusilla caught sight of Cordelia’s wrist. “Oh my gosh! Have you always had that?”

“What? My birthmark? Yes, I’ve always it.”

Drusilla rubbed it a bit with her thumb. “It’s not coming off. If this is what I think it is, well, honey, you are not a witch, you are THE witch.”

“What does that mean?”

Before anyone could speak further, Mrs. Applegate, another teacher from Greendale middle school, appeared at the door. “Here you are, Cordelia. Come along, it’s time for dinner and it’s starting to rain.”

It was still raining when Faustus watched the sunset from 1 of the auto shop’s windows then he sighed and turned away. Faustus simply couldn’t believe he had wasted most of the day here. This partnership with the van had yet to show up and Gus was busy with a steady stream of customers. Despite being in the same place most of the day, Faustus tried desperately to make contact with his daughter with a series of calls, texts, and video messages, all to no avail. It wasn’t surprising. After all, the class must have arrived in Salem hours ago and the 1st rule of any field trip was to turn off any and all cell phones. As for Zelda, Faustus sighed again. Faustus was too ashamed to call Zelda. Yes, he promised to call his wife as soon as he found Cordelia, but not only had he yet to find their daughter, he had no new news of her whatsoever. Maybe because it was later, Faustus thought he should try to reach Cordelia again. He took a seat in the waiting room and once again, pulled out his phone.

“Hey, I know that girl,” said the guy next to and tapped where Cordelia was on the family picture that was Faustus’s screen.

Faustus turned to the stranger. “You do?”

“Sure. I’m a traveling salesman and today I had a business lunch in Salem. Anyway, I was just leaving the restaurant when I saw a bus with a pile of kids coming off it. I remember that girl because she was the last 1 off the bus and she didn’t seem at all happy to be there.”

Faustus nodded as he listening to the other man. Knowing that his daughter was in fact in Salem and had been since lunch lit a fire under Faustus. He stood up and walked with purpose.

“What are you doing?” asked the salesman.

“What I should have done hours ago,” Faustus murmured to himself. He borrowed a phone book from behind the front desk, looked up the listing for a local cab company, and called. He then took a taxi to Walmart and picked out the 2 correct tires in person. 20 minutes after he returned to the auto shop, a man came to see him.

“Mr. Spellman, your new tires are on and ready to go.”

“Great!”

“But I’d like to have a look at your muffler.”

“My muffler?” Aside from the tires, Faustus knew that his car was fine. This guy was just trying to play him for a sucker and Faustus simply didn’t have time for this.

Still, he just said, “Sure, do whatever you have to.”

The man went back into the garage. Faustus found a discreet place to hide, where he could see his car. He waited until someone touched his car before he whispered a spell in Latin. Then the car roared to life, seemly by itself.

Faustus then ran up to the man. “Wow, you seem to have the golden touch. My car is purring like a kitten now. I gave Gus my address so you can bill me. Thank you.” Faustus got into his car and drove off while the man was still trying to figure out what just happened.

Before long, Faustus was back on the highway. One advantage of driving at night was there was barely any traffic. However, as the hours passed and Faustus got closer to Salem, the rain came down harder and harder. So hard that the paved road, that Faustus could barely see, seemed like silver. Still, Faustus kept on driving because of heaven or high water, he was determined to find his daughter…tonight! The clock on the dash read 10:37 when he finally passed the Welcome to Salem sign. Now, all he had to do was find the motel with a bus in front of it. He found it on the 3rd block he went down. Faustus parked his car and ran out of the rain and out the roof of the motel. He ran into some of his students that were lingering outside. They seemed surprised to see him but unfortunately, none of them knew where Cordelia was. Faustus was making his way to the motel’s office. He rounded the corner and ran into Nina, who smiled at him.

“Fausty! You made it! I knew you would.”

“Mrs. Robinson, please tell me, where is my daughter?”

“Oh, she’s rooming with a couple of other girls.” Nina said casually but then she leaned in and whispered “As for me, I’m in room 13, alone and ready whenever you are.”

As Nina walked away, Faustus rolled his eyes and beyond him, he heard a door open, girlish laughter, then a firm closing of the door, and finally a splash, as if falling in a puddle. Faustus turned and indeed, it was a mud puddle. It took a second for the girl to moan and turn over.

“Cordelia?”

Her eyes widened. “Dad?” Cordelia got up and went up to her father. With a quivering lip, Cordelia let go of the tears that she had kept inside all day as she threw her arm around Faustus’s waist.

“I’m sorry, Dad” She nodded. “I really am. I got scared and panicked. I regretted that text message the moment I sent it. I never meant for you or any of the family to come here.”

Faustus gently put his hand under Cordelia’s chin and forced his daughter to look up at him. “Never mind that text.” Faustus gently said. “What are you doing here?”

Cordelia shook her head, furiously. “I don’t know, I really don’t! I meant it when I told Jake I would be back in 10 minutes. I only got on the bus because the triplets were already on it when I reached the schoolyard. It was a total bust because Erin didn’t even send me the message and they just kicked me out because, for the 1st time in my life, I lied to the triplets about believing in witches.”

“Cordy, why didn’t you get off the bus?”

“I tried, but Mrs. Robinson wouldn’t let me. I begged and begged. I even considered teleporting myself home but there were too many witnesses. Then she showed me my permission slip.”

Faustus was confused. “What do you mean? Permission slips are useless until they’re signed.”

“But it was signed, Dad,” Cordelia told him. “It had your signature.”

Mine? Faustus thought, dumbstruck. Then, Faustus thought about how everyone was rightly surprised to see him, except for Nina. Faustus took off his coat and wrapped it around Cordelia. “You’re wet, muddy and you must be cold. Go and wait for me in the office. I’ll be right there, I promise.”

As soon as Cordelia was out of sight, Faustus sighed, turned, and muttered to himself, “Nina Robinson, for your own sake, I better be wrong about this!”

Faustus walked up and knocked on the door of room 13.

“Come in.”

As soon as he opened the door, Faustus noticed that there were candles everywhere in the darkened room, even on the 2nd bed. On the 1st bed, lay Nina, on her stomach, posed as if she was in a playboy magazine. All she wore was a black leather corset, a matching thong, and heels. “I knew you would come. All I had to do is get you away from the school and your wife.”

Furious, Faustus entered the room and slammed the switch that turned on the big light.

“Where are they?” He demanded.

“Where is what?” Asked Nina.

“The permission slips. You have them with you I know it!” Faustus returned, quite fiercely.

Nina said nothing so Faustus looked around and saw a teacher’s leather briefcase leaning against the TV.

“Ah!” Faustus went to the case and searched through it. 1 brief look in the mirror told Faustus that Nina had crawled to the end of the bed and was now was dangerously close to him. “Madam, I advise you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Oh?” said Nina in a flirty manner. “And why is that?”

“Because anything of yours that touches me, you are not getting back!”

Nina frowned. “You’re in a mood.”

Faustus turned to face her. “Yes, I am. Especially since I just found these.” There was a piece of paper in each hand. “Here is a permission slip for Cordelia Spellman and it does indeed bear my signature but I don’t remember signing this but this might explain it.” Faustus raised his other hand. “This is a lined paper, with nothing but my name written on it, over and over again, front and back. Yet the strange thing is at the top of the front paper looks like your handwriting, but the bottom of the back page looks like my handwriting. You forged my name on this permission slip, didn’t you?”

Nina wore her smile proudly. “It worked, didn’t it? You’re here.”

“I came here to bring Cordelia home!” Faustus fumed. “It has nothing whatsoever to do with you! And where do you get your nerve? Kidnapping my daughter and bringing her here, of all places!”

“Kidnapping? Oh, don’t be so overdramatic. It’s only a field trip.”

“To a town infamous for its injustice and murder! It wasn’t your place. It’s up to me and Zelda to decide what our daughter is exposed to!”

“Did you really have to bring your wife up again?” Nina asked, looking bored. “If you ask me, I think that Zelda is too old for you.”

“Not that’s any of your business, but Zelda and I are the same age and you want to know what I think? I think you’re not worthy enough to speak Zelda’s name!”

“Oh, come on, next you’ll tell me that you’re not attracted to me.”

“I’m not and another thing- “Faustus’s voice was drowned out by the ringing of a phone. Faustus automatically looked to the bedside table, where Nina’s phone lay charging. However, Faustus soon realized that the ringing was closer to him. In fact, the phone was in the briefcase. Nina leaped off the bed, trying to get the phone first but because he was closer, Faustus got it.

The pink, sparkly girlish phone looked oddly familiar. “Hello?” Faustus answered. “Mrs. Warner?” Faustus listened for a moment. “Oh, I see. May I ask how long has Erin been looking for this phone? Oh, I see. Yes, I’ll bring it by soon.” He ended the call and then turned to Nina. “Oh, this is low, even for you.”

Nina gave an innocent shrug. “What?”

“You know perfectly well ‘what’” Faustus snapped. “This cell phone belongs to Erin Warner. According to her mother, Erin had been looking everywhere for this for the past 3 days. This makes it impossible for Erin to send that message to Cordelia about wanting to make up at 5 this morning. You did it, didn’t you? You knew the girls were fighting and you knew that Cordelia and I were not coming on this trip. You took advantage of my daughter’s desire to make up with her friends, and once you got her on that damn bus, you kept her there, knowing full well I would come to collect my daughter!”

“But Faustus, I did it for us.”

“There is no us, you lunatic!” Faustus spat. “And I’m getting so tired of rejecting you.”

Nina smiled. “Then don’t.” She tried to put her around Faustus’s neck but he fought her off.

“Enough!” Faustus growled. “I have had it with you! I’ve tried to reason with you, to avoid you, and to explain to you how important my family is to me. All that’s left is the ugly truth so here it is. I will NEVER sleep with you! You could be the last woman, scratch that, the last person on earth, and I would still never sleep with you. In fact, you sickened me because you remind me of who I used to be and who I swore I would never become again. The fact that you would steal a child’s phone makes you a disgrace to the entire teaching profession!” Faustus then ripped up the permission slip and let the pieces fall to the floor. “Consider this me taking back custody of my daughter.” Faustus turned and left without another word, slamming the door behind him. Faustus didn’t want Cordelia to see him angry so he took a moment on the motel’s tiny porch. That’s where he first saw the thunder and lighting in addition to the rain.

The Spellman house had been filling with family all day. As word got around about Faustus, Cordelia, and Salem, people came running. Prudence was first. She was worried when Zelda, who was never late, missed the morning assembly at the academy. Prudence was even more worried when she learned when Zelda wouldn’t be leaving the house today. Hilda learned everything when she called the mortuary. By the time late afternoon rolled around, all the family knew and Ambrose, Jake, Prudence, Hilda, Sabrina, and LJ were all at the house. After dinner, they were joined by Dr. C and the other 2 weird sisters. At first, the plan was simple, just keep Zelda busy and distracted until Faustus called then everything would calm down. But the later it got, the more worried everyone got. By 11, they had run out of topics of conversation and games to play. They all felt helpless as they just sat in the drawing-room and Zelda walked0 up and down the hallway for the million time. Zelda couldn’t sit down; the only reason she ate at all was due to Hilda’s pleading. Zelda refused to go 10 feet without a phone so she stayed on the main floor all day. Zelda had no idea what to do with her hands since her last cigarette was long gone. Zelda sighed when she checked her watch. It was getting so late. If there was still no word from either Faustus or Cordelia by dawn, Zelda had already decided to go to Salem herself but she hadn’t told the others because she didn’t want anyone to talk her out of it. Zelda’s head whipped around as the phone began to ring. She ran to the phone and picked it up.

“Hello, hello?” Zelda tensed as the family gathered around her.

“Zelda? Dearest?”

Zelda’s grip tightened on the phone and closed her eyes and cherishing her husband’s voice. “Faustus! Finally, how are you? Where are you? Have you found Cordelia yet?”

“I’m fine, my dearest,” Faustus assured Zelda. “It’s been an insanely long day but I’m finally in Salem and as for Cordelia” The line went silent for a second and then… “Hi, Mom!”

Zelda bit her lip to keep her tears of joy and relief in check. “Oh, Cordelia, my sweet, precious girl. How are you? Did anyone hurt you?”

“No. I’m fine, Mom. I’ve been with the class all day and no one suspected me at all, I promise. And I definitely feel safer now that Dad’s here with me. Mom, is LJ there?”

“Yes, she’s right here.” Zelda passed the phone to her stepdaughter.

“Hello? Cordy? What’s wrong?”

“LJ, I’m so sorry.”

LJ was confused. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

“Because tonight was the night you were supposed to bring your boyfriend to dinner to meet the family.”

LJ was touched. “The fact that you remember that after all, you had to deal with today proves that you are the sweetest little sister in the whole wide world. Peter can wait. What’s important now is to get you and Dad home safe and sound.”

The sisters chatted for a few minutes and then LJ gave the phone back to Zelda and after a few moments, Cordelia passed the phone back to Faustus.

“So, now that you’re located Cordelia, are you in your home now?” Zelda asked.

“Oh, not exactly dearest. I know that it was my idea to just grab Cordelia and then drive all through the night back to Greendale, but there’s a problem here. You see, there’s a raging storm here and it’s not safe to be on the road. I barely made it here.”

“Can’t you teleport?” Zelda suggested. “Surely you must know the way home.”

“I do, but people saw Cordy and I come in this motel room so we just can’t up and disappear.”

Zelda frowned. “I don’t like the idea of you and Cordelia spending the whole night in Salem.”

“Neither do I,” Faustus agreed, “but it could be a lot worse. You see, Mrs. Applegate was kind enough to give up her room so she will have to share with Mrs. Robinson.” Was it Zelda’s imagination or was there laughter in her husband’s voice? “Anyway,” Faustus continued, “this is a single room so Cordy and I will have to share the bed tonight. The storm is sure to be over by morning and then Cordy and I will be on our way. I can assure you, dearest, I won’t be in this town a moment more than I need to.”

Zelda sighed; she still didn’t like it, but she understood. “Please be careful, Faustus, and give Cordy a goodnight kiss for me. I love you.”

“We’ll be home before you know it. I love you too.”

Although she had taken her wet clothes off when she first got to the room, Cordelia was still cold after the phone call home, so she treated herself to a hot bath. Since she had no PJs, she put the white plush motel robe back on and double knotted it so she could wear it as a nightdress. Faustus then took a quick shower to wash off his road trip. When he stepped back into the main room, he found Cordelia standing before the window, the rain and the moon casting her face in a ghastly glow.

“You know; you were born on a night very much like this.”

Cordelia looked up at him. “Don’t you hear them, Dad?”

“Hear what?”

Cordelia frowned. “The moans pleads and cries of our people. Thousands and thousands of them, crying out in pain and for justice. I’ve been hearing them all day, ever since I got off the bus.”

Faustus heard nothing and thought it must be a divine child thing. “Come on honey, we have a long drive home tomorrow. We better get some sleep.”

As they made themselves comfortable in bed, Faustus noticed something he hadn’t before. “Cordy, why are shivering? Didn’t that bath warm you up?”

“Oh, am I shivering?” His daughter asked. “I’ve been doing it all day. I guess I don’t even notice it anymore.”

Faustus could help smiling to himself. As a 12-year-old witch who had in the company of mortals, doing a tour of Salem all day, Cordelia had every right to be afraid but she would never admit it. She was so strong, so proud, so like her mother. “You’re very brave.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. If I was so brave, I would have never caved and texted you that message.”

“Oh, will you stop! I’m glad you sent that message. I’m glad that I was able to track you down. Besides, the text doesn’t take away from the fact that you just spent an entire day learning about 1 of the darkest chapter in our people’s history.”

“Yep, that’s me. Cordelia the brave…and the friendless.” She muttered.

Faustus felt his face grow hot. This whole thing started because Cordelia wanted to make right with her friends. She must have been heartbroken to learn that her friends didn’t text her this morning. Damn you, Nina! Faustus thought and then said out loud, “Don’t worry Cordy. You’ll make up with the Warners soon, I know it.”

Faustus turned off the lamp and despite being quiet, neither Cordelia nor Faustus slept all night. Maybe they were overtired or overstressed by being 2 witches in Salem. It was dawn when exhaustion finally took Cordelia and she rolled over into her father’s arms. Faustus curled his long-limbed body around her protectively before kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy’s got you.” He whispered before sleep claimed him too.

1 hour later, a scream woke them up. They jumped out of bed and open the door to see the class, teachers and all of the hotel staff were in front of them. Faustus looked at the door. “Is that paint? Or blood?”

“The rebels” Cordelia whispered, suddenly remembering what the maids told her. She looked around and froze. Her room wasn’t the only marked. There was also blood on the door of the room that the triplets shared with Sara.

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caoz #chapter 19 #fanfic #spellwood #zelda spellman #faustus blackwood #hilda spellman #sabrina spellman #ambrose spellman #prudence blackwood #cordelia spellman #lj spellman #jake spellman #please comment #please reblog

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mirandalinotto · 4 years ago

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CAOS Part Four Predictions

Note: I am in no way officially affiliated with the writers/creators of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. These are not actual spoilers; just my predictions.

Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa fundamentally doesn't understand time paradoxes and thus will have to figure out some bullshit deus ex machina in order to solve the issue of having “two” Sabrinas.

Nabrina is endgame. (I don’t ship it at all, so i have no skin in this game, but i think from what we know of Part 4, this is pretty clear).

Lilith will be killed off, whether in childbirth, the battle with the Eldritch Terrors, or by sacrificing herself to save Sabrina/the world... Lilith is absolutely going to die.

I hope I’m proven wrong, but I feel this in my bones, what with Michelle’s post about “life after Madam Satan” despite not knowing that CAOS was officially cancelled until a few days ago.

Zelda and Marie won’t actually be explored as a proper relationship; we’ll get a few kissing/afterglow scenes that will confirm they’re having sex, and then shit will hit the fan and more “important” things will get in the way of their relationship development

i’m actually a little worried that Marie has ulterior motives... but I’m hoping i’m proven wrong and that she is firmly on the side of the Spellmans, because that shit will hurt if Zelda is betrayed again.

Sabrina will never actually grow as a character. She will continue to wreak havoc on everyone in her life without ever understanding the consequences of her actions.

Also, the red dress looks suspiciously like a wedding dress...? I really hope that an underage marriage isn't the way they’re going... but i wouldn’t put it passed them.

but also... why the hell did they make her wear an Elizabethan coronation outfit when they were going to go right back to “modern” wardrobe design for her...?

Hilda won’t actually be able to get married to Dr. Cee on screen, because shit will hit the fan, but she’ll still be the only adult female character with an objectively happy ending.

Mary Wardwell will be used for more torture porn and/or she’ll be turned into some sort of evangelical angel...? Very confused by Michelle in the suit and glasses for the “that’s a season wrap on Michelle Gomez” clip. She doesn’t look like Mary or Lilith... *shakes head in confusion*

Prudence will kill Blackwood since she’s apparently impersonating one of his soldiers (*i speak this into existence*)

Please feel free to add your own predictions by reblogging/commenting below!

#sabrina spellman #zelda spellman #lilith #hilda spellman #prudence night #mambo marie #mary wardwell #caos part 4

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beyondconfessor · 4 years ago

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Principle Decisions [14/24]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Zelda Spellman/Lilith

Summary: “I want to play with you. I want to fuck you if you would have me. I like you, Zelda. And if you don’t want any of this at all, I would very much so ask that we could be friends.”

N.B.: Also posted on AO3. This is pure fantasy, please suspend your disbelief.

With Christmas just around the corner, Zelda found herself at the local grocers, picking up last minute things that Hilda had otherwise forgotten in the last few shops or fretted that she didn’t have enough of for the pre-Christmas feast with Sabrina. There were only half a dozen items, but as she found herself perusing the flours, trying to find corn flour, she ended up stepping backwards into none other than the very same woman she had ghosted a few weeks ago.

Zelda drew in a breath, trying to steady the sudden need to run whilst mentally kicking herself for going to the same grocers as she had when she’d last ran into her.

Lilith looked well. Dressed in a thick woollen coat over a button-down shirt and a set of trousers. Her hair was out, cascading down her back, and her eyes were wide and bright in contrast to the dark colours.

All Zelda could think about was how much she wanted to kiss her. Her brain was short-circuiting as her heart leapt into her throat, and it annoyed her to no end when she’d spent the last few weeks trying to shove those feelings aside.

She’d been tempted to call Lilith––especially when her headaches eased, and her sex drive returned––, but like her emotions, she’d pushed aside that desire. After all, their relationship had grown too complicated. Lilith would never be interested in her like that, and if she continued down that route, she was only going to have her heartbroken when the woman clarified that whatever they had was for sex and kink only.

Lilith had not reached out either, but why would she? Zelda was just her client, after all.

“Zelda,” the woman said, her expression neutral, face tilting as her eyes glanced to where her long-since faded bruises had been. “You look well.”

“Thank you,” Zelda said before swallowing, feeling the awkwardness build between them. “I ended up having post-concussive symptoms after the fall. Apparently having migraines makes you prone to them,” she explained, feeling the words spill out of her without intention. “I haven’t…”

“Had much of a sex drive?” Lilith enquired. “I promise my feelings are hardly hurt in the matter.”

Zelda felt the sting from the comment. She doubted Lilith intended it, but her saying that did hurt her feelings. She had wanted to feel important with her, feel as if she mattered to Lilith, no matter how utterly ridiculous that was. At least it solidified that she was doing the right thing. “I see,” Zelda said. “Well then, I won’t bother you with your shopping then.”

Lilith’s hand snatched out as she turned away and Zelda paused, turning back to glance at her. She pressed her lips together and knew that a rather icy expression crossed her face.

“Are you okay, though?” Lilith asked softly. As if she cared.

“I’m perfectly fine. The sun does not revolve around you,” she said, shrugging off the grasp. Lilith laughed, and the sound caught Zelda’s attention.

“I thought that perhaps you were upset with me because you hit your head.”

“I––no, not because of that.”

Lilith’s expression faded into a frown then, her brow pressing together. “But you are upset with me?”

Zelda drew in a breath and looked around the store. This was not the place she wanted to have the conversation and Lilith seemed to pick up on that.

“How about a drink. On me tonight. I don’t have an issue if you are requesting to finalise services with me, but I am concerned if there’s something between us that’s unresolved––after all, I am the principal to your niece and I wouldn’t want unnecessary…awkwardness if there’s something I can do to fix it.”

Zelda swallowed, “There’s nothing you can do.”

“Try me,” Lilith insisted. “At the very least, let us clear the air so we can part amicably?”

She wanted to decline, but instead, she found herself nodding. “What time?”

“Six? We can go somewhere neutral, though there are few places we could go to. Perhaps..the Richmonds bar, if you’re so inclined?”

“The one in Riverdale?” Zelda asked. It was a little way out of her ways.

“No, it’s down the street, near the bookshop. They’re more of a pub, really, but it’ll do. No one will pay attention to us. Otherwise, you could come over to mine?”

Zelda felt the shiver run down her at the implication of going to her house. A drink with Lilith seemed very dangerous then, and Zelda felt the effects of last time wash over––legs spread, ass high and the sting of each hit.

God, she wanted that more than she should.

“The local bar is fine,” she agreed. She couldn’t remember having ever attended the so-called Richmond bar––but if she had, it hadn’t been a long time ago.

“Six,” Lilith confirmed, and Zelda was nodding again. “Don’t be late,” Lilith said with a stern look before she grinned, and then she was turning away, and Zelda was trying to quell the rising emotions in her.

As it was, she found the cornflour and tossed it the basket before heading to the cashier. A part of her hoped she’d stumble across Lilith again, but she did not. The line was long with other last-minute shoppers, and Zelda felt the minutes tick by, her thoughts drifting to what six pm would look like.

“Next,” the cashier called, and Zelda dropped her basket down, placing things out to be packed away. Then she was taking the groceries to the car, getting in the car, driving home, her thoughts still going over Lilith’s eyes as they’d looked at her. Her laugh, her smile, the way her hand had caught her wrist.

There was a fluttering feeling in her chest, and despite how she wanted to talk herself around the feeling, she couldn’t help but come face-to-face with the fact that despite weeks of not seeing Lilith, she still liked her.

Hopelessly so.

She went home and placed the groceries away into the fridge and pantry, and then she showered and dressed in new clothes, changing into a dress that she quite liked the look of on herself, and lingerie that she spent far too long choosing between.

She shouldn’t have worried about it, given that she was trying to convince herself that it was one drink at the bar, and yet she did, knowing that if the opportunity did arise, she wasn’t going to refuse her.

It was cold, so she pulled on her jacket, advising Hilda that she’d run into a friend and was going to meet for a few glasses of wine.

And then it was five-thirty. She was half an hour early sitting in her car, knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.

She hated the feeling in her chest, hated the growing fuzziness and the way her heartbeat pounded. She hated how her mouth felt dry, and all she could think about was Lilith’s laughter in her ear and how she wanted to see if she could make her laugh and moan in the same breath.

Zelda closed her eyes, and drew in a breath, pressing the feelings down. Sex was certainly one thing, but everything else needed to be ignored until it was eradicated.

She headed into the bar, her clutch in hand and threw her eyes around the room. She was still early, despite sitting in her car for however long, and Lilith had no reason to be here early.

So she went to the bar, ordered a drink and took a seat in a booth, ignoring the stickiness of the floor near the bar, and the fact that the only occupants were middle-aged men and women who all had an expression like there was nothing they wanted more than to hit something or cry.

She was beginning to regret being here.

Still, with a drink in grip, she sat down in the chair, trying not to let herself sit too far back, lest her back hit the spine of the rather stained chair.

She barely took a sip when the door opened again, and Lilith entered. She was dressed as she had been in the store, her face flushed from the cold as she undid her jacket, eyes sliding around the room until she saw Zelda and gave an acknowledging smile.

Zelda shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar flutter fill her as she watched Lilith walk up to the bar, and order, before she was taking her drink and coming over, setting it down on the table, opposite to herself.

“Zelda,” she greeted. “Don’t you look lovely?”

Zelda flicked her eyes away, hating how it was obvious that she’d taken the effort to change her clothes and make-up. There was no reason for her to have done it, and yet she had.

May as well be a giant neon sign before her flashing Down to Fuck.

“As do you,” she returned, though there was no warmth to her voice as she lifted her drink and sipped it, feeling the alcohol slide across her tongue and down her throat. This was a bad idea. She realised a bad idea to have alcohol and Lilith in close proximity to one another. At least this way she knew they wouldn’t engage in anything kink related.

“How’s your head?”

“Fine,” Zelda advised. “Fracture’s healed, I had a recent follow-up imaging done, and everything’s perfectly healthy. My doctor wants me to see a neurologist but honestly, if the scans are fine, then I’m certain the headaches will ease.”

“Do they happen often?”

“They were happening regularly, debilitatingly so, but since the winter break has started, they’ve been occurring less and less.”

Lilith smiled and didn't comment any further to that, and Zelda was thankful for it. The last thing she wanted was to have Lilith lecturing her again.

“Not to sound like a broken-hearted girl, but was that why you haven't been coming to see me?” Lilith enquired, her eyes flicking to hers. There was a mischievousness to the way she asked the question, though Zelda supposed it was a mask more than anything else. She was curious as to why Zelda had ceased seeing her when by all other means, they should be fine.

“In part,” she admitted.

“And the other part?”

Zelda took a sip of wine. As she’d dressed that evening, she’d gone over if Lilith were to ask the question, what she might say. Make a feigned reference to money––that she could no longer afford the sessions, but that was hardly true––or refer to the fact that she was seeing someone, also not true. The lies presented and fell and Zelda was left with either the truth or worse, a fabricated story that would defer blame to Lilith.

But she didn’t want to do that, and the woman’s expression was curious as she watched her, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I think whatever this is, is blending into something complicated and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

Lilith nodded. “That’s fair. We can set clearer boundaries if you prefer. I admit I’ve been…unethical in how I approached this, especially with the football game and my office. Not to mention the time you stumbled across my little home.”

Zelda lifted the glass to her lips as she tugged down her skirt, trying not to remember the incident in the office.

“Do you want to keep playing with me?”

Zelda sighed, looking up at her. “I do,” she admitted. “I want…everything we had before.”

“Everything?” Lilith asked. “Or would you like more?”

Zelda felt her cheeks heat up, and was thankful for the dim light.

“I want more,” Lilith said, taking the first step and Zelda’s eyes turned and looked to hers. “I enjoy playing with you, Zelda. Quite a fair bit more than I enjoy playing with any other clients. And I wanted to ask you a while ago, but I was…worried that you didn’t feel the same.”

The words sent a warm flush through, and Zelda felt a smile tug on her mouth. “I feel the same.”

“If you like…we could engage into an arrangement,” Lilith offered. “It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship if you’re not ready for that, more of a…between. I suppose.”

“And just what sort of an arrangement would that be?”

“Well, simply stated, I could become your Mistress, and you would be my…” she paused then as if tasting the words to find the right fit.

“Pet?” Zelda asked dryly, brows raising.

Lilith shrugged. “I feel there’s a more fitting word there somewhere, not to say that I wouldn’t enjoy collaring you.”

Zelda drew in a sharp intake of breath. She didn’t mean to, hadn’t even realised until it happened that she had, but there she was, staring at Lilith, wondering how it would feel to have the woman’s fingers setting a collar around her throat.

“You’re far too insubordinate for slave,” she hummed, and then Zelda could feel the toe of the woman’s heel stroking up her calve. “Servant, perhaps. Or maybe…” and she paused then, her grin all teeth as her shoe fell away and Zelda was left sitting upright at the table, clutching her glass tighter. “Handmaiden.”

Handmaiden, Zelda blinked, feeling the brush rise across her face. “And what sort of…duties would such a position require?”

“Oh, we’d have to negotiate that. But sex…kink…anything you want, anytime you need it, wherever you desire.”

Zelda drew in a breath and held it in her chest, looking away. “And what would I need to pay for such a privilege?”

“This is an entirely separate arrangement. It would be entirely about mutual satisfaction.” So no payment. Lilith was asking her to engage in a full D/s relationship. There was much to think about, much to consider and how it would affect her life—but the truth of the matter was that she didn’t want to think about any of that. She just wanted what was offered before, plain and simple. “I want to play with you. I want to fuck you if you would have me. I like you, Zelda. And if you don’t want any of this at all, I would very much so ask that we could be friends.”

Zelda nodded, swallowing as she held the woman’s stare. Lilith liked her. Truly liked her. It was enough to feel her heart race. “I want those things too,” she admitted. And then she pulled back, straightening in the booth as she felt the reaction shiver down her spine. “What would this involve?

“Are you asking, or are you asking?” Lilith asked, and then she was sliding around the U shape of the booth, and Zelda could feel her body heat against her own. “Because we can talk if that’s what you want, but I need to know what you want right now.”

They should talk, sort everything out plain and simple, but Lilith’s eyes were on her mouth, and Zelda could feel the woman’s fingers brushing against the back of her hand, and all she wanted was to feel those fingers shoved down her underwear. But not here.

“We should…go,” Zelda said, “elsewhere.”

“Go where?”

“Wherever you can fuck me.”

Lilith smiled and then they were up and out of the booth and walking out of the bar and Zelda wasn’t sure how many steps they’d taken, but suddenly she was pressed around the side of the building, and there were bricks against her back, and Lilith’s mouth on hers as her the hem of her dress was being shoved up high on her thighs.

“Part your legs for me,” Lilith murmured.

Zelda obeyed and was rewarded with the woman’s fingers sliding underneath the band of lace, and sliding over her sex in a long, firm stroke that had her head rolling back against the wall as she gasped.

“Someone could see us,” Zelda said, but her hips rocks and she did not attempt to pull away. Only clutching at the labels of Lilith’s jacket tighter, tugging her closer. “Shouldn’t we––“

“Shh.”

Zelda’s words felt silent, though her mouth remained parted, a whine building in her throat at Lilith began to kiss down her neck, pressing against her pulse point, before the kisses began to have teeth and then Lilith was sucking against her shoulder as her fingers continued to stroke. It was all Zelda could do to focus on holding onto the jacket.

She looked up at the night sky, finding nothing but darkness with the heavy clouds that held over the town. It was early, too early for this. People could come across them, and yet there was no anxiety of anyone finding them, only a building thrill that they shouldn’t but they were.

“Good girl,” Lilith coaxed, and Zelda rocked against the fingers, biting down on her bottom lip to hold back from crying out.

She could feel the bricks against her scalp, dragging and catching against her clothes. There was cold air against her legs and a hot breath on her throat.

Lilith had one hand in her underwear as the other hooked underneath her leg and held it up, over her hip.

“You are an absolute divine calling, Zelda. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

Zelda whimpered, and then Lilith’s mouth was on hers, and she was moaning into it, feeling a shudder build low in her belly before it built and built and then Lilith was increasing her speed, a finger running over her clit just right as––

“God,” Zelda hissed between them as Lilith laughed, low and warm against her mouth.

And then Zelda was coming in the parking lot of some bar, against a woman who used to be her paid dominatrix, now her mistress and all Zelda could think was how beautiful Lilith looked when her lipstick was smudged, and the distant golden street light haloed her.

“Come home with me,” Lilith said as she pulled up her underwear, smoothing her dress back down. Zelda nodded, feeling the tremor rush through her.

“I drove…” she whispered.

“Pick it up tomorrow. I’m not done with you yet.” It wasn’t a request, and Zelda swallowed back the noise in her throat as she felt her fingers lace with Lilith as the woman lead her to the black sedan. Before she could even think of argument (not that she wanted to), she was being guided into the seat, the door shut beside her, and then Lilith was sitting down in the driver’s seat, smiling at her like she couldn’t believe her eyes.

She hadn’t even drunk half of one glass of wine, and yet she felt the excitement buzz through her as if she’d downed a bottle.

She wondered if this was a good decision, and then decided she didn’t care as the car was started and Lilith was backing out of the car park. There was a flutter in her chest, and as they pulled out to the road, she glanced to Lilith and noticed the woman’s expression had turned into the familiar expression of her queen.

“Take off your underwear.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, you’ll know when you need to beg,” Lilith said, and Zelda watched her eyes flick to hers before returning to the road. “Take off your underwear.”

Zelda felt the command wash over her, her chest warming with excitement. She didn’t wait to be asked again, reaching up to under her dress, she pushed her hips off the seat and slid her underwear down her legs, before sliding them off her feet.

“Good girl.”

Zelda sat up taller in the seat and waited, wondering what would happen, but Lilith was biting her lip, seeming to hold back her own excitement as she watched the road.

From memory, Zelda knew that the drive was fifteen minutes until they got to the house on the side of the forest, and as such, the idea of sitting there in the seat, underwear off was enough to feel the present growing wetness between her thighs.

But Lilith had other plans, she realised, as the woman’s hand slipped over her knee, drawing up her thigh. The other remaining firm on the steering wheel.

“Shift forward for me,” Lilith whispered, and Zelda did, because she was told to and Lilith was her queen.

Biting her tongue, she felt the woman’s hand slide up her thighs. She turned and watched as Lilith bit her lip, eyes on the road, and then Zelda was moving forward on the seat, and Lilith’s fingers were stroking over sex again, and it was she could do to draw in a tight breath.

“Don’t hold back,” Lilith said. “There’s no one here but you and me.”

Zelda sighed, giving a small moan as Lilith worked between her legs.

It was slow and steady and then she was sliding inside of her and Zelda was lifting a foot onto the console to spread her legs wide, pushing further forward on the seat so Lilith would slide deeper inside of her.

She didn’t hold everything back, but there was still restraint as she moaned, drawing her head back against the leather seat and pressing her hips up to Lilith’s hands, meeting her tempo.

She glanced towards Lilith again, watching as the woman stared out at the road, her face firm and focused, but there was amusement in her eyes. And then, all at once, she was pulling off on the road, and her fingers were sliding out of Zelda, placing the car into park shoving the hand brake on before the seat belt was unbuckled, and before Zelda could so much as gasp, the woman was on top of her, fingers burying deep inside of her again as she kissed and fucked her like they were running out of time.

Zelda’s eyes flew shut, heel pressing to the console of the car. The car was cramped and small and yet, Lilith showed no sign of being encumbered, fucking her as if the world depended on it and god Zelda’s world very much so did depend on her getting fucked right now.

“Lilith,” she whispered between them, feeling herself teetering on another orgasm faster than she could bear.

The woman nipped at her mouth, and Zelda’s mouth parted as she panted, unable to focus on kissing or fucking, or she could feel was the building sensation low in her belly as she squeezed around Lilith’s fingers closer and closer until there was nothing else she wanted but to be in that moment for all eternity.

“Look at you,” Lilith said, “You’re all mine, Zelda.”

“Yours,” she agreed with a keened noise as Lilith laughed, hitting just the right spot in her strokes, her thumb on her clit so Zelda’s foot slipped and she was coming again, harder than before.

And then Lilith’s hand steadied, and the woman pulled back, smiling at her. “I hope you didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, because I plan to fuck you until you use your safe word.”

Zelda shuddered out a breath, “Well, how can I argue with that,” she said.

Lilith smiled, and then she was sliding her fingers over Zelda’s sex again, despite how the intensity of it caused her to rock away, pulling from the severity of the touch. “I––“ she said, but Lilith’s mouth coaxed at her neck and Zelda found herself sighing again, melting against the woman as Lilith somehow managed to fuck out another orgasm from her (small enough that it ached and she wanted another, almost asked for it, but held back the words as she watched Lilith arched an eyebrow and climb back into the driver’s seat, licking her fingers with more arrogance than she had any right to).

And then Zelda’s leg was dropping to the ground, and she was deeply aware of how wet and aching she was, despite being fucked however many times in probably…half an hour?

She wasn’t sure. She barely knew what the time was and at this stage, if she was going to count, it may as well be orgasms. She doubted that minutes or hours would mean a whole lot if Lilith was planning on playing with her as much as she promised.

They drove in silence, the tension thick in the air between them as Zelda pressed her knees together, feeling the cool air of the air-con brush over the heat of her skin.

And then they were parking the car at the house, and Lilith was climbing out, opening the door for her to slide out, and they were walking up the wooden stairs, to the front door. Zelda watched as Lilith unlocked the front door, flicked the foyer light on, before setting her keys in the bowl by the door and then she turned on her heel and smirked at Zelda.

Her eyes ran over Zelda’s face, to her body, all the way to her shoes and then up again. “Get undressed,” she said.

“Here?” Zelda asked, eyebrows raised. “Truly?”

“Here,” Lilith confirmed.

The house was nowhere near as cold as outside, but there was a chillness to the air.

Zelda flushed, obeying as she pulled off her jacket, before undoing the zipper of her dress. Setting her clothes aside she stepped out of her heels and then watched as Lilith folded her arms, her lips pressed together in a pleased smile, brow-raising as if to say, well, go on then.

Zelda drew in a breath and removed the slip, before, reaching behind her as she undid her bra and slid that off too.

Then she was standing before Lilith, naked and ready. Her body burning with excitement.

She drew in a deep breath and watched as Lilith stepped closer. Entirely dressed, heels on still as she settled her hands on Zelda’s hips.

Now, because Zelda was barefoot and Lilith was in heels, the woman towered over her and Zelda couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement with that.

It shouldn’t have had as much effect as it did, but Zelda found her chin tilting up, mouth parting to taste her as Lilith’s face loomed closer, promising, but not quite close enough to kiss her.

Lilith’s eyes were watching hers, drawing across her expression before she smiled, and leant forward, kissing her. It was gentle, promising and Zelda melted against it, feeling a cold shiver run across her.

And then Lilith was pulling away. “Stay here,” she said, before turning away, walking up the stairs. Zelda sighed, feeling the coolness wash over her.

She watched as Lilith’s hips swayed, walking up the stairs, her hand trailing up the bannister before she disappeared.

And then Zelda was standing alone in the front room, coolness washing over her. Her clothes were cast around her, and Zelda felt herself begin to shift on her feet with excitement.

She could hear rustling upstairs, and a part of her wanted to walk up curiously, but she knew that she’d been told to stay, so she stayed, feeling her excitement turn to tense anticipation, dreaming up all sorts of things that Lilith might be planning to do to her.

And then Lilith was coming down the stairs, seemingly with nothing new in grip, though she had a grin that was far too bright for there to be nothing. “Be a dear and light a fire,” she said.

Zelda swallowed, not sure of the game they were playing, but turned to the fireplace nonetheless. Kneeling before it, she moved the kindling and wood into the hearth, setting it up properly, before she took the match and lit the kindling.

It took a few moments, and then the fire caught on the pieces of wood and flourished, allowing Zelda to close the door of the fireplace and step back. Behind her, Lilith was sitting on the armchair, reclined back comfortably with a knowing expression on her face.

Zelda stepped forward, all the more aware of her naked body as she felt the firelight warm across her, and then she was standing before Lilith, watching as the woman’s hands reached up to her waist and tugged her forward onto her lap.

One leg on either side of Lilith, she straddled the woman’s lap and went to sit down, when she realised what exactly Lilith had gotten from upstairs.

Her mouth parted open, a slow deep intake of breath pooling into her lungs as Lilith watched her with a vested interest.

“Go on,” she said, and Zelda swallowed, before her hand reached to the zipper of Lilith’s pants, unbuckling the button before she pulled down the fly, and then she was reaching in to pull the dildo out.

Lilith grinned at her, amused by her excitement.

And god, Zelda loved that look. She wanted to slap it off her face as much as she wanted to kiss it as she felt the strap-on press against her thigh, nudging just below her sex.

Lilith’s hands settled on her hips and then she was slowly, carefully, encouraging her onto the toy and it was also Zelda could do to sigh, feeling the warmth pull in her lungs as her hips rocked over the tip, feeling it press against her clit before nudging down, lower to her entrance.

“Lilith,” she said.

“Ask me nicely,” Lilith said, and Zelda rocked again, feeling the embarrassment flush over her. She wanted to ask, wanted to plead because there was nothing she wanted more than to feel that fill her. “You can ask me,” Lilith coaxed.

“Please,” Zelda whispered, and Lilith brightened at the word, arousal washing over her face.

“Please what?” she asked, softly between them.

“Please will you fuck me with your cock?”

It was filthy, and terrible and should have sounded awkward coming from her and yet Zelda’s felt the embarrassment wash away as Lilith looked at her like she was starving and Zelda was a feast to be had.

Lilith’s lips parted as she nodded, and for once it seemed she was at a loss of words, and then her mouth was drawing up, and Zelda was leaning down, and the toy was pressing firmer against her as Lilith kissed hard, hand curling in her hair as she tugged her closer.

“Yes,” Lilith whispered, and Zelda felt a hand drew through her hair as the toy slid inside of her.

Zelda gasped, eyes fluttering as she sunk on top of the woman’s lap. It went in deep, easily filling her. Zelda whimpered against Lilith's mouth as she rocked her hips back and slid deeper on it again.

“Fuck,” she hissed, feeling Lilith’s hand coax her until the entire toy filled her, and then Zelda settled for a moment, drawing in a breath as she smiled at Lilith before she began sliding up and down.

She could feel her body adjust, squeezing around it. Then, when she was comfortable, Zelda tossed her hair over her shoulder, hands settling on Lilith’s shoulders as she began to ride the strap-on as Lilith watched her, completely enthralled as she rocked over it like it was a dance between them.

It’d been a while since she’d had any cock inside of her––outside of her own toys––but there was something intimate about riding a dildo with someone watching her. When she bit her lip, biting back a moan, Lilith’s face shifted, her face soft with amazement, hands gripping at her hips tighter so that Zelda ground down on the toy.

Zelda flushed at the awe on the woman’s face, feeling it spark through her. She was doing that; she was the cause of Lilith’s expression.

“God,” Lilith said, before clearing her throat, seeming to remember that she was meant to be in control––but Zelda could see it was quickly slipping, especially when Zelda began to intentionally draw high and then sink low, grinding down on it.

Zelda knew she looked good riding a shaft. She’d had many compliments in the past from many paramours, and yet the way Lilith looked at her made her feel incandescent.

Lilith seemed torn between sitting back and watching her and wanting to do more. Zelda could feel her nails digging it, trying to hold back and she couldn’t help from laughing as she bowed her head until their noses were almost touching and said. “I want you to fuck me on every surface of this house so you can’t go anywhere without thinking how good I look riding you.”

“Zelda.”

“Don’t you want to fuck me on that lovely kitchen table of yours?”

Lilith’s expression hardened, and the woman almost growled at her, “I’m enjoying the show.” But Zelda could hear it in her voice as it trembled, that she wanted something more. She wanted to fuck her, really fuck her and Zelda would allow it.

“You can do whatever you want to me. No hard limits tonight.” It was a dangerous thing to say, and yet Zelda already knew that the things that interested Lilith, interested her very much so. There were things she hadn’t tried that she would happily explore under Lilith’s guiding hand.

She squeezed her thighs, drawing her hips up and down, kissing Lilith hard as she felt nails scrape down her thighs.

“I bet you wish you could feel this,” Zelda said between a kiss, feeling Lilith groan against her.

“You have no idea.”

Zelda laughed. The last few months, it’d been Lilith in control, but here, it was her domain and Lilith was hers to play with.

She fucked herself on the shaft, riding it until Lilith seemed to burn with envy, and then Lilith was holding her still, the toy buried deep inside of Zelda as the building climax died suddenly––she’d been close, but not so close she felt frustrated by it.

“Enough. Get off. On your hands and knees.”

“Which am I supposed to do? Get off, or get on my hands and knees?”

Lilith’s expression tightened, annoyance creeping over her face at the backtalk. “Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.”

Zelda laughed, climbing off of her. And then she settled on her knees on the floor, before the fire, but didn’t bend over just yet. If Lilith wanted to reign back control, she was going to need to work for it.

Lilith stood up, and then she was buckling her pants back-up, the shaft returned into them as she zipped it up. And then Zelda watched as the woman slid her jacket off and undid the button on her sleeves, before rolling them up.

Zelda swallowed, watching the hardened expression of the woman as then reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the set of leather gloves.

“Disobedience will be punished,” she said. “Last chance, bend over, and it won’t be so severe.”

Zelda watched the gloves, feeling the flicker inside of her to obey, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to see what would happen.

Lilith smirked. “I was so hoping you’d make this difficult.” She stepped behind Zelda and drew her fingers over her hair, smoothing it back, and Zelda softened, her eyes fluttering shut before she looked up at Lilith.

“Do you remember your safe word?” came the familiar question, a soft, earnest expression reminding her that this, what was to come, was just a scene. Lilith was right there when if she needed her.

“I do.”

Lilith nodded, and then her expression shifted back into that of her Queen and Zelda felt it pull inside of her, a deep longing ache as the hand drawing through her hair suddenly curled, tugging her head back roughly. Zelda gasped, feeling her self pulled up straighter on her knees.

And then Lilith’s thumb was swiping over her mouth. Zelda parted her lips and felt as two gloved fingers slid over her tongue, pressing against it and pushing her jaw open wider. It didn’t hurt, the discomfort of it made her wince, and she watched as Lilith’s smirk tugged into a grin.

“Open wide.”

Zelda opened her mouth, and then Lilith’s fingers were retracting, though the hand in her hair remained firm, curling tighter so the nerves electrified.

“I know what you want is for me to spank you, but I think that would only encourage you to act like a brat.” She moved closer, and Zelda could see the bulge in the pants before her as Lilith shifted to stand in front of her.

With the toe of her boot, Lilith nudged at Zelda’s knees apart until they were awkwardly shifting apart.

Zelda’s muscles tightened as she tried to sit-up tall on her knees as she spread them wide.

Her hands hung at her side, closing into fists and Lilith looked down her, the warm firelight casting a golden hue over her face, making the blue of her eyes only all the more bright.

Zelda’s mouth slackened, sore from keeping it open, and the hand tugged harder at her hair. Zelda whimpered, looking up at Lilith. “Did I say you could shut your mouth?”

“No.”

“No…?”

“No, my Queen.”

“Open up then. You’re mine, now Zelda Spellman, and I intend to fill that mouth.”

Zelda shivered. Eyes holding Lilith’s, she opened her mouth. And then the woman’s brow was rising as she nodded for her to get to it.

So be it.

She undid the pants, unzipping them again as she had before, and pulled out the toy until it stood erect before her.

Scene aside, Zelda had to admit it was an aesthetically pleasing toy of black silicone. It was shaped nicely, somewhat larger than she’d expected with a decent length on it.

“Be a good girl and clean up the mess you made.”

Lilith’s hand, cloaked in black leather, adjusted the toy, so it sat where it needed to, and Zelda felt her breath pull. It’d been some times since she’d done this for a man, an action she reserved for paramours who’d proven equal in bed. But Lilith had worked very hard for her pleasure, better than anyone else.

If this was to be her punishment, she didn’t mind at all. She only wished she could truly show off her skill.

She felt the hand in her hair gently tug her closer to the dildo and Zelda submitted. Taking the toy in her mouth, Zelda ensured that it was much as a show for Lilith as the woman wanted, despite the flush of embarrassment she had warming down her body.

She let her tongue glide down the shaft, lips drawing over it, and she drew forward until she felt her tongue coated with her arousal. She slid her mouth over and then sucked, drawing back. And then her eyes fell shut, feeling the hand coax her deeper onto it before drawing back. Her tongue sliding down further and then up.

And then the toy was no longer tasting of her arousal and Zelda was looking up at Lilith, pulling back.

“Did I say you could stop?” the woman asked.

Zelda squirmed, shifting forward again and drawing her tongue back over it. She sucked the cock like it was a bodily attachment to Lilith. Her head bobbed, eyes drawing up to watch Lilith’s eyes dilate with arousal, her mouth parted in desire before Zelda was pulled off the toy.

Lilith smiled down at her, but it was not the warm, proud smile of a job well done. It was sharp. Zelda shivered, she wasn’t done being punished yet.

“On your hands and knees.”

The hand in her hair let go, and Zelda obeyed this time, bending over.

She was wet, absolutely, dreadfully drenched to the point it was sliding down her thighs, and Lilith knew. The woman’s gloved hands came, adjusting her hips and Zelda felt the gloved finger draw over where wetness had dripped down her thigh, slipping over it.

“Whatever am I going to do with you,” Lilith sighed. “Ever my darling masochist, aren’t you, Zelda?”

Zelda swallowed, dropping her head down to stare at the rug on the floor. Nothing was occurring. Nothing was happening, and she ached. Even though Lilith had already fucked her more than three times that evening, she felt very aware of how empty she was, how much she wanted the woman to slide inside of her.

And then, as if sensing her distress, she felt the glove fingers sliding inside of her.

Zelda whimpered, feeling the finger draw against her walls before they slid out again. The gloves felt strange, wronginside of her. She wanted her to do it again.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

A hand slapped at her ass, and Zelda gasped, feeling it rush over her. She bit her bottom lip, as a moan escaped.

“Let’s try that again. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Good girl,” Lilith said, and then Zelda was rewarded as she felt the head of the strap press against her, sliding purposefully across her sex, nudging up and over to her clit—and with it, Zelda moaned.

She heard Lilith laugh, her hands drawing her hips and Zelda realised what she planned to do.

This wasn’t going to be about her pleasure. This was going to be entirely about Lilith’s.

The woman tugged her hips, and Zelda felt herself slide back, until the shaft filled her suddenly, completely. And then Lilith’s hands, cool with the leather, began pushing her hips back and forward, leading her in a tempo. Zelda obeyed, biting her lip as she thrust her hips obediently.

“There we go,” Lilith teased. “Doesn’t that feel nice to be obedient for you, Queen?”

Zelda rocked her hips, feeling the woman’s pants bite into the back of her. She couldn’t deny the eroticism of being completely undressed. At the same time, Lilith remained completely dressed behind her, bouncing her back and forward on the shaft as if she didn’t care if Zelda would come from it––though undeniably Lilith did. The game they played allowed the confidence in Zelda to know that if she asked, Lilith would give her everything she needed.

“Spread your legs wider. There’s a good girl,” Lilith said, and Zelda spread herself as wide as she could, feeling her muscles aches.

And then a leather-clad palm was pressing high on her back, pushing her down firmly. Zelda’s face pressed against the rug on the ground, her forearms and hands splaying over it as she kept her ass up.

It was a fucking, meant to remind her that she was a bitch in heat for Lilith and Zelda’s eyes fluttered, feeling lost in the moment as she listened to Lilith fuck her.

There was a building tension growing in her, a pulsating need in her clit as a part of her wanted to reach between her legs and stroke just enough to get herself off––but she wouldn’t. She knew that if she did, Lilith would just as quickly slide out of her and then that orgasm growing inside of her would die away, leaving her hollow with desire.

“Lilith,” she moaned, her nails digging into the carpet as she squeezed around the shaft. “Oh God,” she exhaled sharply, feeling her breast drag against the rug, her nipples dragging with enough friction that she clenched again, feeling the aching desire building.

“What do you need?” Lilith asked, and Zelda felt her press against her back, her hips still fucking deep inside of her with a skill Zelda could not fathom.

“You,” Zelda assured. It was both a desire to say she wanted more and a soft whisper to ask for a reminder of her care. And then she felt Lilith shift behind her, watching as a single glove was tossed away to the floor before Lilith’s hand dropped down, her fingers entwining through one of Zelda’s hands on the carpet, holding her steady.

And Zelda squeezed, her fingers clenching around Lilith’s like that very act of tenderness seemed to let her know that Lilith was right there, it was a scene, it was a game, and they could stop if she wanted to.

She didn’t want it to.

Her hips rocked harder, as she gasped loud and sharp in the air, and felt as a mouth pressed against her shoulder blade, kissing it gently before it parted and teeth bit her. Zelda gasped desperately as the pain focused her, and then she felt Lilith’s other hand drawdown from her hips, to between her legs, to stroke over her clit.

It was gentle and then firm, and Zelda founded herself nodding and gasping “Yes, don’t stop.” Until she was coming forcefully, rocking over the shaft as her body tightened, nerves electrifying inside of her and over her skin as she cried out.

And then she was collapsing, dropping forward as she let go of Lilith’s hand to catch herself from smashing against the rug.

Carefully, Lilith withdrew from her and then she was nudging Zelda onto her side, and then onto her back as she looked down upon her, grinning brightly.

Zelda watched as Lilith lifted her gloved hand to her face (the bare one pressing warmly beside her) and used her teeth to tug it off before she discarded it over with the other.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hi,” Zelda returned, brows rising.

“You are heave sent, Zelda.”

“I’ve been told that before,” Zelda teased, smiling up at her as she felt a flutter in her heart as she watched as Lilith laughed, equally amused by her antics. And then when her laugh settled, and the smiled softened into a look of adoration, Zelda couldn’t help but lift her hips against the thigh pressed between her. “Tell me, my Queen. What else do you have planned?”

“Are you not satisfied yet?” Lilith asked, her brows raising with mischief. “And here I thought I’d thoroughly fucked you.”

“I don’t believe I said my safe word?” she teased, and then reached up, settling her hands onto Lilith’s shoulders to tug her closer. “Unless…you need to rest?”

“Insatiable,” Lilith said, leaning forward to kiss her. “I’m pleased that I ran into you today.”

“As am I,” Zelda said, genuinely meaning it. She’d been running from what she wanted for far too long. She didn’t know if this was a romantic relationship, or if Lilith only wished to continue the sex and kink in personal quarters—but whatever it was, Zelda wanted it.

She wanted her. Entirely, completely, however, Lilith would have her.

As Lilith kissed her, settling between her legs, hands cupping underneath Zelda’s knees to drag her into position, Zelda sighed with contentment.

She’d worry about the rest tomorrow. Tonight was about them, it didn’t matter the fine details, so as long as Lilith looked at her like that, she could pretend that they could stay in this sex bubble for a little while longer.

In the morning, she’d allow herself to worry about her family, about Sabrina and Ambrose, about if this really was a good idea.

But tonight? She was permitting herself to be selfish.

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#lilith #zelda spellman #zelith #madam spellman #caos fanfic

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immacryyowzah · 5 years ago

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Okay, so here are some of my thoughts on the trailer

Theo like boyzzz??? 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Uhh Hildie????? Watcha doin’ gal? Is she crying?????????

AND ALSO: I love that ring! Is it new or did I just never notice until now? Someone lemme know pls

Who’s that?

I HOPE FOR ROBERTO THAT MARY IS GONNA BE FINE CUZ IF SHE ISN’T IMMA SMACK HIM WITH A SHOE

Why are they all dressed in white? And why is Sabrina holding those flowers??? Also: Zelda wearing that dress and those glasses is hot

Lmao Zelda just looks hot in this shot

Why is Zelda so fucking hot??

But seriously tho, Zelda, stop it woman!

Confusion.

Why is he at the Spellman’s house?? And who’s that.. girl? behind him?

Feel free to add to this

But, in conclusion:

Zelda

Hot af

And I am soft 😌

#my thoughts #miranda otto #madam spellman #michelle gomez #lucy davis #caos #trailer #the chilling adventures of sabrina #ambrose spellman #hilda spellman #zelda spellman hair #mary wardwell #faustus blackwood #richard coyle #chance perdomo #sabrina spellman #lachlan watson #theo putnam #zelda spellman

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thesevenwondersofawitch · 4 years ago

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SPOILERS FOR CAOS PART 4

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Imp of the Perverse, episode reaction.

It makes me so happy seeing how much Sabrina's family has grown now as she's reciting her speech.

Oh, look! It's Vinnie T!

Zelda is not impressed.

Zelda is right talking about how Sabrina needs to focus on helping fight the Eldritch Terror, and also distracting Roz.

Harvey, don't be a jackass, Roz didn't know she was a witch, and it's hard enough for her to deal with this news.

You should be sorry.

Annnnnnd now they're kissing.

VOTE.

Bros for brotherhood. 🧐

Kinda rude of her to deface it.

Roz and Harvey are fighting, *cue I Don't Want To Know by fleetwood mac*

Subtle, Blackwood, subtle.

Prudence you really should have told someone where you plan to go because if it goes bad you're in trouble.

OH S***.

It went bad.

There's a painting of him as emperor. 😂

We get to see Judith and Judas not acting kinda crazy!

Praise Blackwood. 😳

Samantha. XD

The pledge of allegiance. 😭😂

Again with the ascension *rolls eyes* (seriously, I thought we were done with all that after Riverdale).

No robin, no!

NO, THEO!

Really, Faustus, a pet witch? Why am I not surprised.

NONE OF THE SPELLMAN'S REMEMBER HER!

I love Zelda's outfit.

Public Enemy Number One.

Ouch, that had to hurt.

Yay! She remembers!

Zelda is getting to come face to face with Faustus, this'll be interesting.

Baby? What's a baby? There are none of those here, I assure you!

Fatherland. 😭😂

Zelda.😭

Sabrina should turn into a mouse, then she won't get caught.

Harvey is creeping me out.

He is pissing me off.

It's cute that he lost his virginity to her until I remembered that it was in the tent at the carnival.

MADAM SPELLMAN!

VINEGAR TOM!

FINALLY WE HAVE ANSWERS

Her soulmate 💔

Awwwww😭

She misses him so much!!!!!

I'M SOBBING!

Ambrose remembers!

Poor trinket man, a madman stole one of his trinkets.

ROBIN!

Dr. Cee's looks so different.

HILDA!

THE RESISTANCE!

LILITH AND HER BABY!

Agatha! I want to trust her, but I worry.

Stone soup, sounds delicious. 🙂

Hilda learning she is Sabrina's Aunt is great. 😂

Poor Roz.

Faustus and his dog.😁

Shit, he knows.

SABRINA!

Really Faustus?

HA! THE WITCHES ARE WOKE!

Anubis is adorable.

WEIRD SISTERS!

AGATHA IS A FREE ELF- I MEAN WITCH!

Nick, stop flirting!

Robin is me, did Sabrina seriously have to sass him when he had to figure out the safe? Rude.

ANUBIS IS THE IMP!

Faustus got bested by teenagers and I love it.

And now everything is normal.

I love Roz's dress.

Yes, you were an ass, Harvey.

THAT'S MORE LIKE IT HARVEY!

WE ARE TEENAGE WITCHES!

YES!

Prudence cut off Faustus's head and Zelda is a ™proud mom

Aw, Agatha is still crazy.

Nick, now you're wanting to get back with Sabrina?

I'm starting to get sick of character referring to themselves and other characters as endgame.

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goldleafacrossyourlips · 5 years ago

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Uneasy Lies the Head - Dark Lord/OC - CAOS - Chapter 1

Chapters - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Chapter 1 - Foxglove and Mint

Traveling had never been Samara’s favourite activity. Well, that’s not entirely true. Samara loved to experience different cultures and sights, however the long distance teleportation was always bothersome. The disorientation mixed with the power drain always made for a rough landing. So needless to say, Samara avoided long distance travel like the plague. This time though, avoidance was impossible.

Samara loved her Aunties, more than anything. Aunt Hilda was like the mom she never had; always there with a warm hug and sweets. She gave the best advice on matters of the heart. While Aunt Zelda was much the opposite. Aunt Zelda was the one Samara went to for quick, cold-hearted solutions to problems she was having. Aunt Hilda was the heart of the relationship while Aunt Zelda was the head. Both strong women had helped shape Samara into the young woman she was today.

So when Auntie Z had invited her to her wedding during their weekly mirror scrying, Samara had been quick to agree. Rarely had she ever seen her severe Auntie, glowing with happiness and pride. It made Samara warm with joy to see her Aunt Zelda so content. However, that warm feeling soon drained with dread at hearing the name of who her Auntie was marrying.

Faustus Blackwood was a worm of a man; at least in the eyes of Samara Spellman. With ridiculously misogynistic ideals and bullheaded to boot, he was the reason Samara had fled the Greendale witch community. Her Auntie Z, however, held the High Priest on a pedestal in her mind. In an abstract way Samara understood why Aunt Zelda would be proud to marry Faustus. The honor of marrying a High Priest on top of the power he held, would be attractive to any smart witch. His deplorable behaviour was enough to outweigh any positives there might have been by marrying the slug; in Samara’s opinion at least. Her Auntie Z, obviously, held a much different opinion.

Knowing of the disdain Samara held for Faustus Blackwood, Zelda made her promise to be on her best behaviour and to not ruin this important event. The love and respect Samara held for her Aunt far outweighed the disgust she held for the High Priest; so Samara agreed to her Aunt’s request. Thus began the wedding preparations and planning. Samara was to arrive the day before the wedding and would be staying in the Spellman house with her cousins Ambrose and Sabrina. Aunties Z and Hilda would be staying at the Academy of Unseen Arts that night.

Which brought Samara to her current standpoint. A travel bag rested in the crook of her elbow while her familiar, Phlox, leaned against her calf. The red fox had become used to teleportation with his witch and assumed his usual position. Samara offered a small smile down to her familiar and adjusted the lapels of her long dark grey travelling coat. She ran through a mental checklist to make sure she had everything she would need and that everything in her tiny home was safe to stay. The fresh foxglove and mint hanging in the kitchen would hopefully be dried by the time she returned home. She had ideas for enhancing some potions that she wanted to try. For instance perhaps the use of mint would help mask the sickly sweet flavour in all sleep potions. Maybe dried foxglove was more potent in those sleep potions after it had a chance to dry and get all the unnecessary moisture out.

Samara shook her head as her thoughts tried to run from her. She was avoiding teleporting.

“Say goodbye to Vail, Phlox. We’ll be back soon. Lanucae magicae,” As soon as the words left her lips, the world around them blurred and they were specs coursing through time and space. Teleporting felt simultaneously like the weightlessness of falling from a height and being shoved inside a tube that was 4 sizes too small; and the further the teleportation was, the stronger that feeling became. Altogether it was a very disorienting and unpleasant experience. Which was Samara’s excuse when she landed on her knees in the Spellman’s living room. The first sounds she heard were her Auntie Hilda’s squeal of excitement and her Auntie Z’s scoff of irritation.

“Honestly Samara. You’ve been teleporting since you were 16 and you still can’t land standing? What are you learning in Colorado?” Auntie Z’s voice was full of exasperation and fondness.

“Oh never you mind your Auntie Z. My darling Samara! My gorgeous girl! Look at you! All grown up! Oh my, you look famished! Come come, let’s get some yummies into you.” Aunt Hilda grasped her hand and coaxed her to the dining table. Zelda followed close behind. Before Samara sat, she encased her taller Aunt in a tight hug.

“I know I’ve already congratulated you on your upcoming nuptials but still, I’m happy you’re happy Auntie Z,” Samara’s grin was wide as she looked up at her stiff Aunt. Affection had never come easily from her Aunt Zelda. It was always a hard earned reward. Once Samara had grown older, she found it amusing to initiate gentle affections with her cold aunt and watch the woman grow uncomfortable at the suddenness.

Samara had taken after her Aunt Hilda in many ways. Many of those being her ease with comfort and affection. Samara was always quick with a warm hug and soft words. She also took up after her Aunt in ways of cooking and potion making. Her Aunt Zelda had passed along her rational mind and Samara was ever thankful. It would’ve been too easy to let her caring nature rule her life if it wouldn’t have been for the sensible thinking that Zelda had drilled into her from a painfully young age. So Samara was able to keep her soft heart available for those who needed it most and not every bleeding thing she saw. Her family, though, would always be ones that she held near and dear to her heart.

“Yes, yes. The Spellman name will once again hold greatness and honour. The Anti-Pope himself is blessing us at our wedding. Isn’t that just marvelous?” Zelda’s head was held high as she spoke and expertly extricated herself from Samara’s hold. The young witch internally rolled her eyes. As far as the witching community cared the Spellman name was not in turmoil or despair. However in her Auntie Z’s eyes, with her cousin Sabrina’s recent antics, their name was.

Samara had been kept abreast of any and all activities and schemes her dear cousin was up to. Between refusing to sign the Book of the Beast, her antics at the Academy and her troubles with her mortal friends, the rest of their small family was in quite the tizzy. Samara couldn’t blame the young witch though.

She remembered her own hesitancies when she had to sign the Book. Much like her cousin she didn’t want to lose her freedom and choice. But at her Aunts’ insistences she had reluctantly ambled to her Dark Baptism. She could recall the night beginning bitterly cold. Her black lace dress had brushed the sides of her thighs as her bare feet crunched the dead leaves beneath her feet. The forest was abysmally dark besides the glowing in the grove she was headed. The arch of branches had lit and waited to deem her worthy of entering. Samara could remember the prey fear she felt tightening her spine and settling like a stone in her belly; the anxiety that constricted her chest and made her mind tingle. She had stopped before the branches, her eyes wide as they consumed they blue hellfire scared that she’d be deemed unworthy and burned for her troubles. Her thoughts had left her and all that’d remained was worry and fear. She’d been ready to turn and run. Run from the Coven and their expectations. Just as her foot had begun to step back, she’d frozen. In what seemed like a heartbeat, her anxiety and worry disappeared. In their place sat warmth and reassurance; like an ivy vine curling around her body. She could breathe. Where once she worried about her loss of self as a person, there was something there assuring her that she’d be safe, always. It had been enough to straighten her spine and walk through the hellfire that caressed her skin like feathers. She had stood beside her Aunties, two beautiful pillars of strength that they were. She had looked upon Father Blackwood, her mind screaming wrong, bad, stay away as the man approached her. She knew it wasn’t to do with the Dark Baptism but rather the man itself. Her shoulders had tensed as he drew a sigil on her forehead. Her teeth had clenched as he drew the blade across her palm. She had ignored his curious gaze as the wound healed near instantly once the blood had dropped onto the Book. Just as she had picked up the quill and readied it to sign her name, she felt it. The lightest caress at the junction where her shoulder met her neck. Knowing it was something otherworldly since Blackwood stood across from her. Samara had taken comfort in it and assumed it was what gave her strength to enter the clearing. With that renewed strength, she signed her name with a flourish. Intense joy and contentment has filled her as the sky ricocheted with bright lightning. In that moment, she had never felt more at home.

Her reminiscing was brought to a halt as her Aunt Z drew her attention once more.

“As glad as I am to see you Samara, I must head back to the Academy and prepare for tomorrow. I will see you then.” Her Aunt had nodded and away she went. Samara watched her walk away with fondness; able to see the nerves beneath her aunt’s skin.

“She really is happy to have you home, Samara. We all are.” Aunt Hilda placed a little cup of tea on a saucer with sweets. Samara happily nibbled on her Aunt’s offerings. She missed her Aunt’s cooking and baking the most when she originally left.

“I’m happy to be back Aunt Hilda. I’ve missed all of you so much.” Samara had looked up at her Aunt to show the earnestness she felt. Hilda was quick to smile and squeeze her hand at her seat beside her. Her smile turned slightly pleading.

“Perhaps, what with Zelda marrying the High Priest, you might be convinced to join us again. I’m sure there’s loads of things you could teach Sabrina. And we would be overjoyed if you’d stay!” Aunt Hilda squeezed her hand again, rubbing her thumb back and forth over Samara’s hand. Samara had chuckled and looked away.

“I think it’s for the best that I stay in Colorado. As much as I miss and want to stay with you guys, I couldn’t become a part of the Church of Night here. Besides, I’ve made a home for myself in Vain. The Coven there and the townspeople wouldn’t know what to do without my herbs and brews. On another note, even with Auntie Z marrying Blackwood, I doubt I could stay in the same room as him for long.” Samara’s tone had taken on a darker quality. Phlox had quickly come to Samara’s side as her mood started to shift. He was quick to rub along her legs and nip the cookie from her fingers. Succeeding in lifting her mood, he settled down with her snack as Samara laughed and lightly scolded him.

“I figured it was worth a try. No matter, luv. How do you feel helping me get rid of a problem for Zelds?” Hilda was pleased at the mischievous smile her niece shot at her.

“Anything for you guys. What’s the plan?”

“Well first, we’re going to have to visit the potion pantry, then we’re going to bake some biscuits.” Samara’s mind was quick to shoot off possibilities her Aunt was meaning. She had always loved helping her Aunt cook and bake. It was what got her so interested in potion making and with her Aunt’s help she had quickly excelled in that area. Samara was quick to gesture to her Aunt to lead the way.

“I’d be thrilled to share with you some of my experiments I’ve done with potions and food.”

“Well my darling, I’m open to suggestions.”

#chilling adventures of sabrina #coas #dark lord x oc #dark lord x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #satan x reader #satan x oc #ofc #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar x oc #sabrina #spellman #zelda #ambrose #hilda

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magaprima · 4 years ago

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Episode 2 liveblog

Omg it’s Lucy the kid that Lilith rescued! Noooooo her mother was killed! No Lucy stay away from the scary dude!!!! Noooooo

Yellow wallpaper room. Loving that reference. Also the two failure of dates from Sabrina. I’ve been there girl, I have so been there

Roz’s cunning to the rescue with making sure harvey doesn’t get his heart ripped out by the Uninvited. But like the guy’s feet are putting me off my empanadas.

Lilith not into this caliban marriage at all even before Lucifer mentions the threat to her child. But when he says caliban looks good shirtless Lilith is literally like wtf ew no I do not want to look at that clay abomination shirtless you big creep freak.

And then we cut to mary and Michelle’s voice is so different. Amazing actress. But omg mary is well in with the Blackwood lot, laying out flyers and being called a sister. And mary knows about the eldritch terrors now??? And accepts it??? Mary and Agatha are church sisters now?

All Hilda wants is a nice small wedding with everyone dressed as movie monsters, love it love it. But omg so much sisterly arguments over it is so perfect I love it. Hilda to Zelda: ‘Which you will not commandeer, SPELLMAN’

Omg Lilith just turning up at the door I’m dying. And then immediately figures out there are two Sabrinas. I love her so much! She’s perfect. And I love this whole conversation between her and Sabrina; it’s how I wish the whole fucking series would be. These two constantly pairing up and Lilith being essentially the third aunt. This series’ version of Vesta

I love that Sabrina S thinks a way to break up caliban and Sabrina M Is to wax lyrical about Hecate

Prudence deliberately tormenting Caliban is pure perfection.

Ah they have to exorcise Dr Cee’s incubus and the poor love is fucking terrified OMG IT JUMPED INTO FUCKING THEO. Although I’m laughing at Theo’s little shirt flick as he left

Roz going a wee bit phoebe halliwell in this episode

‘They are not monsters they are entities beyond comprehension’ eldritch terrors meaning big shit to come

Zelda to the boys; you had one job ONE. I need to make that gif because iconic! Also her refusal to stop her Hilda’s wedding even for the terrors is also iconic

Omg Theo possessed by the incubus and getting grabby with Robin. I can’t look!

Mary trying her teach skills with the Uninvited. My god woman you’re going down the wrong path!!! Adam would be a wee bit horrified. And so was mary when Blackwood got Agatha to bring a tongue.

Wait caliban has something in a box. Has he gelded himself????? Omg clay balls

Mary: where did you get that tongue? You know for someone who condemned witches and other stuff she’s being pretty accepting of all this bullshit

Also they should have gone with Lilith’s plan just to kill Caliban. For so many reasons.

Omg Richard is making me laugh at the way he’s looking so expectantly at the uninvited

Wait no EWWWWWWWWW no Faustus!

Hilda looks gorgeous!!!! And Hilda giving the most realistic love talk haha like there’s nothing wrong with being alone or single and why want to rush to a relationship but enjoy the fun and the process

And now mary is bathing a terror. Woman what are you doing?

And because they cleans up the uninvited Sabrina and Nick didn’t know to invite him on pfft

Is that a different actress playing Gryla??? No I love Heather. I’m presuming it’s because she was having her baby

Sabrina’s speech is starting to sound like Holt when he just went ‘PAIIIIIIIN’ omg Sabrina is so drunk on gin I’m legit dying at this it’s perfect. We’ve all known one of the moments

And Hilda being like ‘please make it stop’ omg Sabrina is knocking over shit and freaking Zelda dragging her off the stage

Omg I’m loving mambo marie dancing to the band. I’m loving what she’s wearing. Actually I’m loving EVERYONE’s clothes

I am not getting enough Lilith in these episodes. I feel we’re getting a wee bit more mary instead possibly to balance out part 3

Oh no Theo and the incubus! Omg it’s body jumping!! It’s in Melvin!! No it’s in the Terror! And wow he just outright devoured the incubus

Stranger reveal thyself. Zelda you badass

Omg HE KILLED DORIAN!!!!!!!!!???????

Can’t believe Hilda’s beautiful wedding has been fucking crashed

Omg Hilda put her hand up to speak to the uninvited. She’s adorable. But now Sabrina taking the uninvited to Hell and then leavin LILITH TO LOOK AFTER HIM?????

Lilith is so very much the third aunt

Omg i did burst out laughing at Lucifer bursting in on the two Sabrinas and being like ‘why am I seeing double?’.

Ooh even he’s afraid of the terrors.

I do love sabrina M’s wedding dress too, all the red and the lace.

Omg Sabrina S has proposed to the Uninvited. Why do I now feel bad for him knowing he’s being tricked??? It feels so harsh so harsh so harsh

Ewwwww he did kiss her ewwwww ewwww. He looks so enamoured of her. He wants to carry her across the threshold. Omg I hate it why do I feel bad for him????????? He said you’ve broken my heart!!!!!! Owwwwwwwwwwwwww

Also Lilith’s dress for the wedding is amazing

Aaaaah Hilda got to have her horror movie themed wedding and Zelda is in a witch costume. And Sabrina is dressed as the Archie comics Sabrina!!

I loved their personal vows; so sweet! It even made Zelda cry! ‘For Hecate’s sake just kiss the man!’

#caos p4 spoilers #CAOS p4 liveblog

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calibansprincessx · 5 years ago

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Hell is Hot- CH 5 The Announcement

As always tag hell is hot will bring up all the chapters for this. This is my longest and most anticipated chapter so I hope I did it justice for you guys I hope you enjoy it! @kanakalala458 @elizaglad @queenhumanoid @lachicademarcasrojas

I woke up and got ready for school and though yesterday was a lot I was so ready for today. I went downstairs for breakfast and greeted everyone.

“Morning everyone.” I said cheerfully grabbing some toast, egg and taking a seat.

“Morning dearie.” Aunt Hilda said as she was making herself a cup of tea.

“Morning Sabrina, you and Ambrose got in quite late last night.” She said peaking over her newspaper.

“Good morning cousin. I actually have to speak to you in private.” Ambrose said nervously feeling all eyes on him.

“Hold on dearies before you toddle off I have an announcement.” Aunt Hilda says excitedly. “Dr Cee proposed! We’re getting married! Of course we haven’t picked a date or worked out any of the details, but I really wanted to tell you guys. Now that everything with those pesky pagans is over with I can properly tell you all.” She says happy and nervous waiting for a response.

We all look back and forth at each other.

“Aunt Hilda, are you feeling okay? I thought— well I thought Dr Cee was gone.” I said hoping not to upset her.

She started giggling, which ensued more nervous looks between Aunt Zelda, Ambrose and I. “I’m so sorry everyone was so busy last night I forgot to say anything. Dr Cee is quite alright, I just gave him a good fright and wrapped him up for later.”

“What? That’s fantastic news Auntie I’m so happy for you!” I said jumping up to wrap my arms around her.

Aunt Zelda put down her newspaper. “Well while we’re announcing things I supposed I have one as well. I asked Mambo Marie to stay on and help with the academy.”

“Wow, I’m so happy how everything is coming together.” I said cheerfully.

“Oh doll I completely forgot how big of a day this was for you. Are you nervous? Do you want a bit of lavender tea to calm the nerves before you go off for the day?” Aunt Hilda said worrisome.

“Oh no Auntie I’m fine, I’m excited actually. Today is my last final normal day before everything changes. I mean of course I’ll still be going to school here and the academy but I’ll have to take some time off to learn my duties in Hell. I’ll also be moving to hell after my coronation today. I guess I am kind of nervous but I’m just happy everything’s progressing.” I felt like I was rambling. I mean I was nervous but also excited.

Aunt Hilda started crying.

“Oh auntie don’t cry, everything’s okay.” I said in a soothing voice that quickly turned into a hopeful and worried voice. “”Aunt Z I have one last favor to ask you.”

“What is it Sabrina?” Aunt Zelda said urging me to spit it out.

“I know among midwifery, you can also ordain weddings. Would you be able to marry Caliban and I before the third challenge today?” I said hopeful and very ready to get the third degree instead of a positive response.

Tears begin to brim in Aunt Zelda and Aunt Hilda’s eyes once more.

“I knew you were getting married but I didn’t expect this, of I will Sabrina. You really are finding your own path, just like Edward said.” She said tearfully and determinedly.

“Oh aunties everything’s okay, really. I love you guys. I have to go before I’m late for school. Thank you Aunt Z.” I give them kisses on the cheek before I head out the front door.

On the porch Ambrose stops me as I’m walking away. “Cousin? Can I just steal a moment of your time?” He says worriedly.

“Of course Ambrose, what’s going on?” I said nervously reapproaching him.

He begins to pat his knuckles together looking for words. “So I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I told Nick of your alignment to Caliban. Now— now before you get mad it was an honest accident cousin.”

“What! Ambrose how? What did you say?” I wasn’t as upset as I was coming off and I think that bothered me more than Ambrose actually telling Nick.

“I saw him in the hallway after he left Dorian’s, he was smashed. He was venting about you and Caliban, so I assumed you told him of the alignment and he wasn’t taking it well. I blurted it out, I am truly sorry cousin.” He said sincerely.

“It’s okay, Ambrose” I said brushing off any feelings I had toward the situation.

“Really?” Ambrose said hopeful.

“Yeah, of course. I couldn’t hide it from him forever and it was probably better coming from you. I’m off though I’m gonna be late, I’ll see you later.” I said before teleporting to school so I wasn’t late.

School went by as normal as possible and it was such a relief, but now I had to find a way to tell everyone about the wedding. We were all walking in the halls and I stopped dead in my tracks realizing I couldn’t go any further until I told them.

They turn around with concerned facial expression and my heart sinks.

“Sabrina?” Roz says confused.

I looked down and back up at them, it was so hard to look at them like this. “So I know this is weird and sudden and it’s not a big deal and I’m not making a big deal out of it but will you guys come to my wedding?”

They were very clearly taken aback and I was ready for the blowback.

“Wedding?” Harvey stuttered.

“I mean we knew you were marrying Caliban but we thought it was going to be more of a straightforward political hell sort of thing” Theo says while Harvey’s still in shock.

“I need to marry him before the third challenge so there’s no way the Dark Lord can detest it and we can be coronated together.” I pleaded with hopeful eyes.

“Of course we’ll be there.” Roz said nudging the group with her eyes to be supportive. “When is it?”

I looked around nervously. “I still have to tell Caliban, I came up with the idea this morning at breakfast. We’re going to do it in the woods where I was born around five. Also Roz I hate to ask but can you cover in school for me for a week while I’m in Hell learning my new duties?” I was once again pleading for support.

“Of course—“ Roz starts before Harvey interrupts.

“Wait so now we won’t even see you for a week? ‘Brina are you even coming back?” Harvey says clearly upset.

“Harvey relax, I’ll be back in school in a week. I will come visit during that week but I need to be in Hell to learn my new duties, new powers and see how my alignment with Caliban works. Okay guys I have to go see Caliban, I will see you guys later.” I said walking off in a hurry with my head held high. The emotions of others were beginning to be so much.

*In Hell*

Of course he’s in the library. “Caliban!” I called out to him.

“Hello princess are you ready for the third regalia already?” He said he was pleased to see me while closing his book.

“No actually, I need you.” I said with more urgency than intended.

“Oh my queen I see we decided to indulge in our carnal side I see.” He said smirking down as he closed the gap between us and brought his up to caress my face and neck. I could feel the heat, the blush appearing on my skin.

“No Caliban I need you to come to the mortal realm so we can get married. My Aunt Zelda will perform the ceremony where I was born and signed my name in the Book Of The Beast, an unholy place.” I said determined trying to shake off all the lust coursing through my body.

“Why the changes of plans princess? With such haste might I add. Can’t wait to marry me?” He said in a flirty tone bringing his face close to mine. I could feel the warmth of his body and breath and it took everything in me to keep my composure. I don’t know why I was so infatuated with him. Caliban also just managed to see so intoxicating.

“I want to get married before the third challenge so there is absolutely no way my father can thwart our marriage and covenant. After the ceremony is finished we will head down here to finish the regalia.” I said rushing as if we were out of time. He didn’t seem to mind or worry about my urgency which was sort of relieving.

He walked away without saying anything, to the other end of the library. I stared at him confused as he opened a book, grabbed something from it and walked back.

“Shall we go, my lady” he looked at me as if he could never get tired of the look casted upon my face.

“Wait what did you grab?” I said I was still confused.

“Well I grabbed the rings of course, my queen. It isn’t official without the rings, correct?” He said smiling but it was genuine question but all I could do is admire how beautiful they were. His ring a complete band of black opal and mine a silver band with a beautiful oval fire opal sitting right in the middle.

“Wow Caliban these are beautiful. Wow thank you, this is really really sweet.” I said beaming at him noticing such a genuine smile on his face for maybe the first time, nothing hidden behind it just a genuine smile.

“I’m glad they please you my queen I forged then in the Pits Of Hell, just like your favorite king.” He said winking at me before transporting us to the Spellman house in flames.

When I walked inside I began to speak before I noticed the whole coven was there.

“Hey Aunt Z— what is going on?” I said walking slower and further into the home.

“Well honestly Sabrina you didn’t think we weren’t going to invite the coven to your big, did you? Aunt Hilda has prepared all the food and is in the forest now setting up with Ambrose and the others. We are on our way to bring the remaining items out. You two need to change before the ceremony. Of course I knew you wouldn’t be prepared so I went ahead and got both of you something to wear. Sabrina, dear your dress is in your bedroom hanging on your mirror, your king’s attire is on your bed. Don’t be long we will be ready shortly.”

I stood there in sort of disbelief. I wasn’t trying to make a huge deal out of this but I am not surprised Aunt Zelda did. As they were all walking out Prudence smirked at me and caressed Caliban’s chest as she walked out of the door saying, “Wow Spellman you really upgraded fast.”

I felt a twinge of guilt in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t mean to move on fast. This was supposed to strictly be a political alignment but somehow Caliban and I just continued to get closer and it felt like there was no stopping it. I shook all those thoughts from my head and called after her.

“Prudence!” I yelled running on the porch.

“Yes, Sabrina?” She turned around with a smirk still plastered on her face.

“Will you do me a favor and be my maid of honor and carry the rings for me?” I said promisingly holding the rings out in my hand.

She took them smiling slightly at me, “Of Course Sabrina.” She tried not to sound proud. We both walked off and Caliban and I went to go inside and get ready.

The attire Aunt Z picked out was beautiful. I don’t know how she found the time to get all of this done, I was starting to get excited to see the actual ceremony. The dress was black and lacey. It was long sleeve and cascaded around my body, it had an open back a little train on it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautiful. Aunt Zelda also left me a beautiful crown with the phases of the moon on it to wear.

Caliban walked in after I sent him to the bathroom to get dressed and I tried hard not to let my jaw drop. He wore form fitting black slacks, a silk black button up with a black blazer.

He spoke first, which is good because I couldn’t find words. “My lady, you look ravishing.” He said smiling down on me. It was genuine and beautiful but had a hint of lust behind it like he could devour me whole right there. I swear I swallowed a lump in my throat.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Caliban. We should probably head over.” I said playing it cool.

“As you wish, my darling” he said grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers.

The ceremony was absolutely gorgeous. The wedding was white with dark accents and worship to Hecate around the altar. The ground was littered in black rose petals which contrasted against the white chairs in which everybody sat. Off to the side there is a whole table full of cake, vegetable pies, tons of sides and a large turkey. Aunt Zelda stood at the altar and called out to Prudence who was off to the side of us to begin. Prudence began bounding Caliban’s and I hands to each other, the ones that were interlocked— in colorful rope braided together. Prudence shooed us down the aisle as Aunt Zelda began reading our vows.

“On this day Hekate we give you praise and honor.

We thank you for all that you have done,

All that you are doing and all that you will do.

May you torches ever shine bright on the path

These two walk as they join in union under your moon.

Thank you dark mother Hekate.”

We walked up to the altar as Aunt Zelda finished the vows. Prudence walked up and joined behind me.

“Sabrina Spellman and Caliban you are bound as one. Do you both take each other as one? Wife and husband? Queen and King?”

“I do” we say in unison.

“Prudence, the rings” Aunt Zelda gestures.

Prudence brings the rings over and with our free hand we place them on each other’s wedding fingers.

“Sabrina here we have the very broom your parents jumped over when they married. By jumping over this broom you will signify the sweeping of old and beginning a new. Beginning a new life, new love, new home and new intercourse.”

My mouth tried not to drop to the floor as Aunt Zelda talked about jumping the broom symbolizing my new love and new sex life to Caliban.

Caliban and I jump the broom. “Under the Goddess Hekate , thy three-in-one I pronounce Sabrina and Caliban husband and wide.

Aunt Zelda came down from the altar and gave me a sweet embrace. “Congratulations Sabrina.”

I smiled at her. “Thank you Aunt Z.”

“Now everybody come line up and eat.” Aunt Zelda hollered directing everyone to the food table.

“Caliban I’ll be right back.” I said dashing off to see Theo, Roz and Harvey.

I crumpled them into a hug. “Thank you guys for coming.”

“Yeah, wow Sabrina it was amazing. I’m so happy for you, if you're happy.” Roz said

“Yeah I didn’t think it was gonna be like this but you know my Aunt Zelda.” I said laughing.

“I’m proud of you Sabrina just don’t forget about us.” Theo said.

“Oh stop I could never.” I said still sort of giggling.

Harvey wouldn’t even make eye contact with me. Roz nudged him. He sighed. “Yeah I’m really happy for you ‘Brina.”

I pulled him into an embrace. “Thanks Harvey.”

“Listen guys I mainly wanted you to come because now I have to go finish the regalia so I wanted to get all my hugs and byes for now in.” I said pulling them back into an embrace.

“We love you.” Roz and Theo said in unison.

“I love you guys too, I gotta go say bye to everyone else.”

“Beautiful wedding cousin!” Ambrose said stuffing cake in his face.

I just laughed and made my way toward Aunt Hilda and Aunt Zelda. “Thank you guys so much for everything, I love you. I have to go finish the regalia and I promise I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“Good luck Sabrina.” Aunt Zelda says trying to hold back tears.

“Oh love, I’m so proud of you.” Aunt Hilda says crying and pulling me into a hug.

I walk away and rejoin Caliban. “Okay let’s go back to the house, change our clothes and go finish the regalia.”

“Yours to command, my wife.” He said transporting her back to the house.

We changed into our clothes before the wedding and transported to hell.

*In Hell*

The Infernal court is in session and it seems to be waiting on us.

“My challenger and I are ready for the third challenge in the Unholy Regalia.” I speak strong and clear.

“Ah daughter privy of you to show up. It is time for you to win this challenge and secure the throne for the house of Morningstar.” Lucifer says walking down towards more.

I can feel Caliban wishes to not leave my side but he lingers back and confers with the three kings.

“That prince of clay will never find Judas’ silver.” Lucifer says whispering to Lilith and I.

“What makes you so sure?” I say trying not to sound defensive of my new husband.

“Because Judas himself is the only person who knows where it is and I’m like one person who can take you to Judas.” Lilith cuts him off before he gets ahead of himself.

“Careful Dark Lord Sabrina must complete the task on her own. Any help from you in front of the Kings of Hell and the challenge could be deemed a forfeit.” Lilith says absolutely.

The Dark Lord and I share a conversation only we can hear, telling me where to find Judas Iscariot. When I get there Caliban is already there.

“Ah what took you so long, my lady?” He said getting off a rock he was sitting on.

“Caliban? How did you get here so fast?”

He goes to pull me close to him with my hips. “I have my ways, wife. I’ll show you all in due time.”

“Okay let’s ask Judas where his silver is. I will go retrieve it, wait here for me. When I get back I will leave first and once I announce our alignment follow in.” I say determined.

“Darling there’s no need. There are two way to get Judas’s silver. One, by betraying someone you love with a kiss or two by seeking it out.” He says knowingly and proudly.

“Well the first one isn’t going to work so where do I go to seek it out?” I feel like I should know this since he does.

“Judas’s silver is buried in a crypt with the first vampire, deep beneath the Field of Blood.”

“Okay, if you tell me I’m about to meet Dracula—“ I begin before Caliban interrupts knowingly.

“No, his name is Vlad the Impaler. The pieces are in a bag at his side. Open a portal to his tomb.” Caliban said. “Be careful Sabrina, I’ll be waiting.”

I make it to his tomb and find the silver clasped in his hands, I walk away and begin to count it.

“Listen to my voice. Hear my words. Your thoughts and your will belong to me, and only me, now. Say you understand.” Vlad speaks.

“I understand.” My mouth speaks with no will.

“Did my father send you?”

“No… Judas did.”

“Judas is my father. The father of vampires. What’s your name, girl?”

“Sabrina.”

“You’re very beautiful, Sabrina. Say thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re going to let me drink your blood and feast on your flesh, aren't you?”

“Of course.” I continue to speak with no will.

“That’s a good girl.” Vlad begins to move my hair away from my neck “Your neck is so very… very…” he sinks his teeth into my neck. Vlad bellows and I am out of his spell.

“Your blood! It burns!” He screams out. “You’re a celestial?” He says falling onto his back.

“My father was an angel. I have his blood. Also? Consent. It’s real.” I kick Vlad and walk off .

I got back to Judas Iscariot and Caliban is still waiting for me. “Hey I got it! Let’s head back.”

*Back in Court*

I walked in and up to the throne. “The challenge has been won. The third challenge of the Unholy Regalia is mine.”

“Congratulations daughter, you bring honor to your house. It is time once again for your coronation. Are you at last ready?” Lucifer speaker while the court murmurs.

“I am but I must address the court first.” I stand front and center to address the court. “I will not be coronated alone. My challenger Caliban—“ Caliban enters and walks to join me up near the throne. “—and I have signed and covenant and wed. We will be coronated together as King and Queen of Hell.”

The Kings start shouting and cheering as the court murmurs get louder.

“What?” Lucifer and Lilith say in unison.

“Daughter, I will not allow this.” Lucifer whispers to me.

“Dark Lord let me speak with her for a moment.” Lilith pulls me to the side. “Sabrina, I was your regent how could you not discuss this with me?” Lilith was genuinely hurt. “The Dark Lord will have no use for me if you have a long standing kingdom and children of your own.” And genuinely scared.

“Kids? Lilith I am 17 I am not thinking about children right now. I am thinking about balancing the realms. Don’t worry Lilith I am queen now, I will not let my father harm you. I need you. I know we’ve had a rocky relationship but I’ve appreciated all the help along the way.” I speak genuinely feeling bad for overlooking her feelings so many times.

“Sabrina you don’t understand. Lucifer can not be fought.” Lilith said scared to be heard by the Dark Lord.

“I am queen now. I won the Unholy Regalia and even he can’t cross that. What I say is law and he will abide or I will find another Acheron to hold him. Let’s go back up there.” I speak boldly.

“Sabrina this is unheard of. I will not allow this. Morningstar’s do not marry. If you wish to have a sex pet that is fine but we do not marry our whores.” Lilith winces hearing how my father speaks of her.

“Father he is not my pet or my whore. You do not have to allow this. I won the Unholy Regalia and I am Queen of Hell. I will not stand for disrespect of me, my choices, Caliban or Lilith. She is much more than what you make her out to be and I will continue to need her guidance, so you will respect her while I am on the throne.” I speak with so much pride in my voice.

I turn to address Lilith, “Can you please prepare Caliban and I for our coronation?”

Lilith grins. “I will get you ready, my queen. I will have others get Caliban ready.”

“Thank you, Lilith. You are relieved as your duty of regent and you don’t have to call me Queen.” I said smiling as I walked down to follow her to prepare for my coronation.

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