#zelda and faustus

[rd-caos-kk-headcanons]

I’m kind of surprised that I haven’t seen any edits like this.

[creepy-kooky-mysterious-spooky]

I believe that Wednesday and Pugsley are very similar to Hilda and Zelda Spellman,

Like Zelda Wednesday is the older dominant sibling who likes to torment her younger sibling and often acts cold, sarcastic and uncaring, but she is actually a lot softer than she seems.

Like Hilda Pugsley is the younger sibling who is often tormented by his older sister and is also considered to be a weakling due to his emotional and sensitive nature, but Hilda is described as someone who is very sweet unless you cross her or anyone she loves, so it might be possible that Pugsley is the kind of person who you don’t want to get angry, because there’s nothing more dangerous than the anger of a quiet person.

[addiemilfgomery]

she's a *bisexual, he's gay, and their 330-year marriage will change your perception of love.

[ladyspellwood]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Faustus Blackwood/Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood & Zelda Spellman Characters: Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood, Hilda Spellman, Ambrose Spellman, Sabrina Spellman, Prudence Night Additional Tags: this is just straight up fluff, AU obviously, I took canon and put it in a box and then set that box on fire, I have no regrets Summary:

Idk if anyone still reads this but I added another chapter to it so figured I may as well post it. If you read it, I hope you like it :)

[lynelovespopculture]

THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF ZELDA:  CHAPTER 24-DREAM MAGIC

With only months from her 16th birthday, Cordelia Spellman is   plagued by nightmares.

I’LL ADMIT IT, I WAS SO BURNT OUT ON WRITING THIS STORY THAT EVEN THOUGH I STILL LOVED IT, I HAD TO STEP AWAY. I’M STILL NOT SURE IF I CAN COMMIT TO DOING MORE CHAPTERS BUT I FOUND THIS RECENTLY AND IT WAS ALMOST DONE SO I ADDED THE ENDING AND DECIDED TO POST. AS FOR THE FURTURE…WE’LL SEE

PLEASE ENJOY AND COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GREENDALE, 4   YEARS LATER…

Cordelia Spellman was still asleep when she felt a cold breeze brush against her shoulder. Without even thinking twice, she covered herself with a blanket and tried to push her body deeper within the mattress, seeking heat.  It was only when a rough winter wind rushed right past her ear, did Cordelia open her eyes. It was then that Cordelia grew confused. She was in her own bed, alright, but she was also outside, in the snowy Greendale woods.

Where am I? Where is my room? My house?  Cordelia wondered.  Oh, where are my slippers? Cordelia got up and walked around, barefoot among the snow.  She wrapped her arms around herself, Cordelia looked down to see that she was wearing a short, silk nightgown with spaghetti straps, which was odd because Cordelia didn’t even own a silk nightgown.  As she looked around, Cordelia felt a strange feeling of déjà vu.  Then, all of a sudden, it hit her. The reason why this all felt so familiar was because she had done this before. She had this dream before.

“Oh Hecate, not again.” Cordelia muttered, slumping against a tree.

Cordelia didn’t even have to look up to see that 2 men that were lining up on each side of her, 5 feet apart.  The man on the left was tall, with white hair and dressed as if he dressed like he belonged in the court of Marie Antoinette. The guys on the right was shorter, plumper, had red hair and beard, wore a bowler hat and a brown overcoat.

“Can we not do this now?” Cordelia sounded more annoyed than anything else. “I just want to wake up.”

Quicker than lighting, the old man moved so he was right in front of Cordelia, holding her tightly and roughly by the arm. This never happened before.  Cordelia gasped when she realized that he had a knife in the other hand. With the other man at her back, Cordelia had nowhere to go.

“Well, if you’re so anxious, why don’t you hurry up and die then?” Instructed the white-haired man. Despite what he just said, the old man was in no rush. He was smiling as he ran the cold steel of his knife over Cordelia’s   bare skin. He also took his sweet time until he got to the crescent moon necklace.

“Your so-called goddess can’t help you now!” He tore the necklace off her throat and tossed it to the ground. He then took lines of fabric off the front of her nightgown before stabbing her in the shoulder. Cordelia wasn’t sure if magic would work in a dream but she was trapped.  So Cordelia closed her eyes and muttered a few words in Latin and whoosh, she was instantly a few feet away and her captors looked almost like they were hugging.

Cordelia smiled. “Ha! That should teach you to mess with a witch’s dream.” Cordelia turned and ran into what seemed like a million tree branches. The pain of the branches hitting   her body was enough to wake her up. Cordelia’s eyes popped opened and she found herself   back where she started, right back in her bed. Only this time, Cordelia was so grateful to see her room around it. Once she had composed herself enough, Cordelia sat up. When she looked down, she was shocked. While the nightgown Cordelia was wearing was cotton and much more modest than the 1 she was wearing in the dream. However, it was slashed exactly like it was in the dream!

“What the-“

Cordelia jumped out of bed to check it out more closely in her full length mirror. Sure enough, there were cuts and bruises under her ruined clothes and her shoulder had bled right where she was stabbed. It was only then that Cordelia noticed that she wasn’t wearing her necklace. She turned her head to see the necklace was resting on her desk, exactly where Cordelia left it every night before going to bed.

“What on earth is going on?”

An alarm sounded and Cordelia jumped out of her skin. Only to become annoyed to discover that it was her clock radio. Sighing, she turned it off on her way to the bathroom. Thankfully, the stab wound wasn’t that deep so Cordelia was able to wash and bandaged it along with the cuts on her chest. Then she dressed in a wool pullover and simple jeans, perfect for the cold January weather. Cordelia left her room after grabbing her necklace, and headed for the kitchen, where she heard her father’s voice.

“So, Zelda, are you going to be mistress of the hunt again this year?”

“Why do you ask, Faustus? Do you want to come join me?”

Cordelia made sure she put on a happy face before entering.  “Good morning, beloved parental units.  Planning for Lupercalia already? It’s still more than a month away.”

 Zelda sighed and smiled longingly at her husband. “It’s never too early to plan.  Besides, Cordy, with you joining the academy next week, you will be more than welcome to join in the activities.”

Her love life, or rather her complete lack of one was not a subject Cordelia wished to discuss with her parents. Thankfully, Faustus had already bought in the morning mail.

Cordelia picked up a colorful postcard.

Look, this is from Sabrina and David. I hope they’re enjoying their honeymoon in Greece.”

Cordelia’s attempt to change the subject worked as Zelda smiled. “You know, it’s funny, isn’t it? Sabrina’s 1st love was Harvey, a mortal who came from a long line of witch hunters. Then all those on/off years with Nicholas, who could have foreseen that Sabrina would have met, fall in love and marry another half-breed?”

“Hecate works in mysterious ways.” Cordelia smiled as she grabbed a muffin and her backpack.

“Sabrina and David aren’t the only couple that should have gotten married this past year.” Faustus muttered.

Cordelia couldn’t help but smile again. “Oh, Dad, are you trying to push Ambrose and Prudence down the aisle again because she’s pregnant?”

“Call me old-fashion, but I believe when a couple is expecting a child, they should get married.”

Cordelia had once made the mistake of pointing out that Faustus hadn’t married Prudence’s mother when she was expecting.     All that had gotten her was her father’s deadly glare and a muttering that “it’s wasn’t the same thing.” So Cordelia knew better than to open that can of worms again. Cordelia put the last piece of the muffin into her mouth. “Well, I better get going. I’m going to be late for school.”

Zelda arched her eyebrows. “Are you?”

Cordelia sighed as she turned back to the kitchen.  “Mother, if we’ ve discussed this once, we’ve discussed it a thousand times. As much as I am excited to join the academy and I am, I also told you that I have no intention of quitting Baxter High. Besides, if Sabrina can do it, why can’t I?”

“Because Sabrina has ties to the mortal world, you don’t.” Zelda pointed out.

“I’m sorry, Mom, but I disagree. I may be a full blood witch, but I have many mortal ties. My friends, this town. Things have changed since you were my age. Things have changed since Sabrina was my age.

Besides, I’ve already went over both schedules with the Baxter counselor and Aunt H. I won’t miss a thing! Besides, I still want to go hang out with my girls on any random weekend.”

“Well, you can still do that.” Zelda said.

Cordelia shook her head. “Not if we tell people that I’m at some boarding school in Maine or whatever the official story is.  No, they’ll stare at me and wonder why I’m not enrolled at Baxter.”

Zelda opened her mouth to say something else but closed it when Faustus softly laid a hand on her arm. “Cordy, are you sure you can handle the pressure of 2 schools?”

She smiled and shrugged.  “I’m an overachiever, Dad. You   know that, I’ve always been.”

Without another word, Cordelia turned, walked out of the kitchen and then out of the house. Luckily, she was just in time to catch her school bus. Once she got to Baxter, she knew exactly where to find her friends. She turned off the main hall to the left and at the end of that hall, there they were. Emily, Erin and Erica were    hurled together at Erin’s locker. Cordelia had no idea how to start this conversation so when she got to her girls, she just spit it out.

“I had the dream again last night.”

Erica looked up. “What dream?”

“THE   dream” Cordelia gestured wildly.  “the dream I’ve been having off and on for weeks now.”

Erica was the 1st to catch on. “You mean that dream where you’re running in the snowy woods in basically nothing but a slip with those 2 creepy dudes who do nothing but stare at you?”

Cordelia nodded. “Only they’re not just staring anymore. 1 told me he would kill me and then he even stabbed me. What’s really weird is that the stab wound was still there after I woke up.”

“Are you sure you just didn’t fall asleep while watching A Nightmare on Elm Street?”  Emily asked.

The other sisters laughed as Cordelia tipped her head and glared at her friend. “Guys, this could be serious. I need help.”

Erin got serious. “Well, what do your parents say about all this?”

 Cordelia shrugged. “I haven’t told them anything yet.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“Because I’m not even sure that there is anything to tell.  I am only dreaming, after all. Besides, I’m not even sure that ‘dream magic’” Cordelia used air quotes “is even a real t

hing.”

“Cordy, may I remind you that you were stabbed in a dream and still had the wound after you woke up? Call me crazy but that” Erin lowered her voice, “sounds like magic to me.”

Cordelia remained unsure. “I don’t know. Maybe, I need more information.  Perhaps I’ll go visit Ambrose after school.”

Just then, Cordelia’s phone dinged. She   shut it off quickly but not before Erica saw the message.

“Why is our mother messaging you?  And why does she want to see you later?”

“I-I don’t know,” Cordelia moved a few steps away to open her locker in order to collect the right books for her first class.

Emily smiled. “You’re such a bad lair, Cordelia Spellman. This wouldn’t have to do   with our birthday being less than 3 weeks away?”

Cordelia shut her locker with a smile of her own. “You guys have been asking me that since before the holidays. Do you really think I’m going to   crack now?”

Emily looked back at her sisters and shrugged.   “Well, I guess she’s got us there.”

The foursome laughed and they   started to talk of other things as they moved down the hall. While turning a corner, they crashed into a girl who was coming the other way and school books flew everywhere.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I guess I wasn’t watching were I was   going!” The other girl stressed.

“Hey, no worries,” Erin assured her. “We always forget how much room we take up when the 4 of us walk down the hall.”

As they sorted out the books, Cordelia noticed that the other girl had thick glasses, long raven hair and pale skin.  It reminded her of Snow White.  Cordelia watched as the new girl disappeared down the hall.

“Cordy? Is

“I think I’ve seen that girl before.”

The rest of the morning was pretty routine. The girls were all   busy with homeroom and classes. Cordelia and Erin shared a lunch period, so they were together when they found that the girl that bumped into them that morning was eating alone at the next table. She seemed lonely,

o Cordelia and Erin invited her to sit with them, and the 3 got to chatting. They quickly learned that the     new girl was named Bridget Morgan, who had just moved to Greendale, with her parents, just after Christmas. She also just got a   new job as a waitress at Dr. C’s.

Cordelia smiled. “So, that’s where I know you from!”

Bridget seemed friendly and warm, but also shy, especially about her home life. All the girls could get out of her was that her mother was a lawyer and her father, a doctor. Anyway, by the time lunch was over, Cordelia had decided that she liked Bridget.

 The triplets usually met up with her by the back door after last period, which is exactly why Cordelia sneaked out the front. 1 secret birthday planning meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Warner later, and Cordelia transported herself to the house that Ambrose shared with Prudence. As soon as Cordelia got up on the porch, a chill went up her spine. The front door was ajar.  Cordelia moved slowly, opening the door just a little more.

“Hello?”

She went in. “Hello?  Ambrose?” No one seemed to be home, yet why was the front door open? Something was off here.   Cordelia moved through the hallway and was half- way up the stairs before she called out again. “Ambrose!”

“He’s not here.”

Cordelia half-turned on the stairs and saw her oldest sister smiling up at her. “Prudence,” Cordelia now felt foolish as she went down the stairs.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in here, but I found the front door open and I got worried.”

“It is?”  Prudence went to check and lock the door. “Ambrose must have not close it right. He rushed out to go to the academy to finish up the library inventory. You know, to take full advantage of this extra week.”

Due to many teachers still needing to correct exams and students still tired despite their recent holiday, Zelda decided to push back the start of the school term for 1 week. Today had been so chaotic that Cordelia had almost forgotten.

Suddenly, Prudence made a face, drew in a sharp breath and placed a hand on her swollen belly.

Cordelia rushed to her sister’s side. “Pru? What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

“Don’t worry, sister,” Prudence assured her “it’s only a kick. But thank Hecate it’s my last term.”

It’s just then that Cordelia noticed something. “Prudence, what’s that on your hand?”

“Oh? You mean this?” Prudence held out her hand to show off her new diamond engagement ring. “Ambrose gave it to me just this morning.  He said he didn’t want to steal Sabrina and David’s thunder.  Hopefully, Father will let up on his lectures now that we’re engaged.”

Cordelia shrugged. “I don’t know. He was just talking about it this morning.”

“Great,” Prudence muttered and then she put an arm around her sister. “Never mind that now. Come in, come in.”

She led Cordelia into the kitchen where the 2 sisters had a   pleasant chat over a cup of tea. Prudence   eventually asked why Cordelia was searching for Ambrose? After a brief moment of silence, Cordelia asked a question of her own.

“What do you know about dream magic?”

Prudence admitted that she had no knowledge on that subject and that her sister was right to seek out Ambrose. An   half hour later, Cordelia found herself at the Academy. She paused in the    main hall, taking it in. Cordelia had meant it when she told her parents that she was excited to start her classes next week. This school, after all, had so much history. Both in personal family lore and magical education. Cordelia found Ambrose in the downstairs achieve. Ambrose admitted that he knew very little about dream magic, but after a short time, Ambrose found    a thin book on the subject for his cousin.

Cordelia was not pleased to see Zander and his 4-year-old sister, Nora on her front porch. “What are you doing here?” Cordelia demanded of Zander when she reached him.

“I’m returning this half- breed.  I’m so over her!”

Oh Hecate, here we go again. Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Every time you get even the slightly annoyed with your little sister, you feel the need to ‘return’ her. If I told you once, Zander, I’ve told a million times. Just because my mother was her mid-wife, does not mean that Nora belongs here!” As Cordelia stared hatefully at Zander, they could both hear skipping on the porch’s wood.

“Hi, Cordelia!” Little Nora was as filled with sweetness and light as her brother with darkness and foreboding. Cordelia was   smiling as she bent down, opened her arms and swept up the toddler.

“You see; the half-breed is happy to be with you.”

Cordelia picked up and held Nora so 1 of the toddler’s ear rested against Cordelia’s shoulder and placed her hand over the other ear while playing with Nora’s hair. “Don’t insult your sister,” Cordelia whispered. Then she turned back to Nora. “Don’t listen to your meanie of a big brother. Some of the best people I know are mortals.”

Zander snorted and rolled his eyes just as hell’s minion appeared. “My prince, your mother said not to leave hell. She sent me to fetch you and your sister back.”

“Better go, before the queen herself appears.”  Cordelia warned   as she handed Nora to the minion.

Just as the hellish trio disappeared, Jake opened the door.  “Is anything wrong, sister?”

“Nothing, brother,” Cordhelia sighed. “Just another day in Greendale.”

[justalesbianwithsomegayshit]

Obviously there was a lot wrong with CaoS S4 but one thing I felt was really off was the imp of the perverse. I honestly feel like it had the potential to be really quite scary but I feel like they did not commit to it at all, and the main place this was obvious was Zelda.

You expect me to believe that Faustus Blackwood just let Zelda run the academy with her GIRLFRIEND?

Can you imagine how much scarier it would be to have Sabrina and Ros trying to pretend that everything is normal and then Zelda walks in on Blackwoods arm clearly under the curse.

This is Blackwoods sick fantasy, it doesn't matter that he hates Zelda he would never pass the opportunity to control her and this would be the ultimate way to humiliate her.

There were so many missed opportunities throughout the whole series and especially S4 but I thought this whole episode was just wasted potential

[spellwoodmanor]

[hacklesacademy]

God, I miss these dysfunctional bastards.

[thatlittlebird]

Yay new tag game!

Reblog with how old you think prev is

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[rd-caos-kk-headcanons]

CAOS PILOT DRAFT BITS

Greendale is located in the Hudson River Valley.

The Weird Sisters were originally at the Movie Theater.

Theo was originally just a classmate Sabrina and his Name was Orlando.

The Show was originally supposed to take place in 1968 (I think they put it in the "present" for the crossover with Riverdale)

Father Blackwood was originally named Albertus. (I think Faustus sounds better)

[addiemilfgomery]

faustus was annoyed at lilith all the time because he was scared to lose his bi wife to her (real)

[auntiezelda]

There were quite a few more people at the bar than she had anticipated but didn't let that deter her as she made her way through the place, finally reaching the bar itself. But not a one of them was her date. It was a date, wasn't it? Zelda had certainly got that impression and thought she was dressed accordingly.

It appeared someone else thought the same as he clearly made his way over to her. He wasn't her type in the least, so she took in a breath, preparing to decline whatever he was coming to offer, but then her detective arrived just in the nick of time, saving her the annoyance. What a knight in shining armor or a fetching suit as it was, she thought.

"You'll find I'm a woman of my word. And how could I pass up an invitation by a beautiful woman," she replied with a smile she hoped she found charming. "I'll have whatever you're having. I can't recall the last time I had a drink that wasn't on my couch."

Stella had chosen a black, tailored trouser suit as her outfit for the night. A cream, satin blouse and designer high heels completed an ensemble which was both elegantly stylish and practical in equal parts. Arriving at the hotel bar, she kept her mobile phone in her pocket in case of work, but allowed the full focus of her attention on finding her potential date amongst the crowded bar.

Stepping through the people, neatly avoiding every crowd, she spied Zelda Spellman a little past the end of the bar itself. Stella reached Zelda just as a man seemed to think he was going to get lucky with her.

"There you are," she announced in greeting, smoothly cutting in between the man and Zelda, blocking her from his view. "I wasn't completely sure you'd come. I'm glad I was wrong," she added with a small smile, her eyes dancing over Zelda, taking her in as she spoke. "What would you like to drink?"

[fanficsformyfaves]

Why Are You Doing This?

Zelda Spellman x Fem Witch Teacher!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Enemies To Lovers Trope, Harassment From Faustus Blackwood, Jealousy, Sexual Tension, Praise Kink (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Orgasm Denial (R Receiving), Use Of Magic, Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Rough Sex, Scratching (Zelda Receiving), Choking (R Receiving)

PREFACE: Reader was a new hire at the Academy Of Unseen Arts and since the beginning, Zelda has always had it out for her...but not in the way Reader thought

A/N: Flashbacks In Italic!

Ever since I began working at the Academy, she's been the bane of my existence. No matter where I went, what lecture I was teaching or event I was at, Zelda Spellman has made it her personal mission to make my life a living hell.

I wracked my brain for months, but couldn't fathom a possible reason to warrant why she treated me the way that she did. Everything from petty brushes she'd give me in the hallways to ridiculing me in front of students, there were no lengths she wouldn't go to, to ensure I was miserable.

A prime example of this would be the time I was teaching my Potions class. I was brewing a concoction that would turn any object into gold, when she walked in mid-lecture.

"You have to make sure to use an even balance of stable and reactive elements, while remembering and reciting the proper incantation. Any questions?"

I look into the crowd and see the redhead raise her hand.

"Yes, Professor Spellman?", I sighed,

"How do you expect anyone to memorize what you teach with such a dreary approach?", she mocked, earning chuckles and murmurs from the students.

"I mean for Satan's sake, I was lulling off before I even walked in"

To say it took all the strength I had to keep a level head would've been an understatement. Humiliating me in front of our colleagues was one thing, but to do so in front of students? That was the straw that broke the camel's back. So, from that moment on, I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Maybe you should get some rest then or better yet, drop dead"

The teens all turn to each other in absolute shock.

"After all, aren't you a few centuries past your expiration date?", I added on.

To my surprise, she seemed completely unfazed by my first ever retaliation. In fact, I could've sworn I saw a slight smirk tug at her lips. She simply turned away and walked off, leaving me with the now rowdy pupils.

That didn't prompt any sort of change afterwards though. The only difference it made was when she would fire at me, I'd fire back and I thought that's just how things were going to be.

Which brings us to tonight. The Lupercalia celebration. Though I didn't quite enjoy the idea of supervising students while they fornicated, I was a member of staff after all and I had certain duties to fulfill. As each pair walked off into the woods, baskets in hand, I go to retreat back into the academy, where a cup of coffee and a book awaited me on my desk.

When out of nowhere, my path was blocked by none other than Father Blackwood. If there was one person on earth I despised more than Zelda, it was Faustus. He was always so condescending and smug with the way he spoke to people. He'd treat everyone as if they were beneath him and I for one wasn't going to kiss his ass the way other female staff members did.

"Good evening, Miss (Y/L/N)", he grinned.

"Father Blackwood"

"A marvelous event, is it not?"

"Sure", I shrugged.

"Why the skepticism?", he narrowed his gaze.

"Nothing"

"Oh, you needn't shy away. You're a brilliant woman and I would love to hear your thoughts", he insists, leaning in closer towards me.

I take a step back to establish some distance, whilst clearing my throat.

"Well, it's just not really my thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure the idea of women getting chased by ravenous men in wolf heads sounds thrilling to certain people, but I don't really get it", I explained, unbothered to hide the sarcasm in my tone.

"Oh?", he challenged, taking a step closer.

"Maybe I could be of service, hm? Change your mind and get you in the...holiday spirit?", he added, backing me up against a tree.

"Faustus", I warned, as he dipped down to look at me.

"What? Are you scared-"

"There you are", a voice called out.

We both turn and there stood Zelda. I never thought I'd say this, but I was actually glad to see her.

"Must I do everything around here? You said you would help me organize tomorrow's event once the hunt had begun and here you are, killing time? This is truly just like you"

"I-"

"We've wasted enough time. I'm sorry Father Blackwood, but you'll have to excuse (Y/N)", she says, walking up to us and hauling me away by my arm before he could even get a word in.

Once we were inside the Academy, she let me go and compelled the doors to close shut.

"You're welcome"

"For what?", I questioned, knitting brows together.

"For this. Rescuing you"

"I didn't ask for your help-"

"Oh, so you enjoyed his advances?"

"No-"

"Then I stand by what I said. You're welcome", she interrupted, leaving me more confused than I was to begin with.

"You hate me"

"Says who?", she scoffed.

I shake my head in disbelief.

"Um, I'm sorry, where the months of you endlessly taunting me just a coincidence then?"

"Oh, that was just me pulling at your pigtails. I find it rather adorable how red in the face you get"

And for the first time ever, I felt something other than malice towards her.

"And even if I did, I don't have to like you to keep you out of harm's way", she added, circling me like a shark in water.

"I guess"

The uncertainty in my voice painfully obvious.

"Besides, we both know you wouldn't let that horrid man lay a finger on you...would you?", she said, dragging her finger down my arm.

"No", I muttered under my breath, as stopped right in front of me.

Her eyes rake up and down my frame, causing an unfamiliar chill to shoot up my spine.

"Very good", she almost whispered, leaning in closer.

Only this time, I didn't find myself wanting to pull away.

In fact, the less distance there was between us, the thicker the air became. I eventually managed to step back, averting my gaze.

"Why are you doing this?", I exhaled.

"It wasn't enough for you to make me miserable, now you wanna play mind games? What do you want from me?"

"I want you"

Tears began to cloud my vision, but not out of sadness, but from frustration and being utterly lost. She had been driving me up the wall since I got here and I nearly lost my mind trying to figure out why.

"If this is another trick, save it-"

"It isn't"

I take in a deep breath, watching her contemplate her next choice of words.

"I've said things, hurtful things and I'm not denying that, but I want to make it known that I meant none of it"

"Sure you didn't"

"How would lying benefit me at this moment?", she rebutted.

"I don't know, to save face? To lure me into a false sense of security?"

She sighs, bowing her head down.

"No-"

"Then what is this? What are we doing here?"

When she wouldn't give me an answer, I got fed up and turned to walk away.

"I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest about my true feelings", she admitted, stopping me in my tracks.

"From the moment you've arrived, I've been watching you"

"What?"

"Something about you was just so...tempting. Your doe eyes, your voice...your lips", she says, eyeing them down.

God, if looks could kill.

"I tried to keep away, believe me, I did, but for whatever reason, I couldn't get you out of my mind. So, I settled for teasing you like some petulant school girl which, in hindsight, doesn't aid me currently, but...it got me the attention I was looking for"

Every puzzle piece was falling into place right before me. It all started to finally make sense.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

She raises her brows, scoffing.

"And risk the humiliation had you rejected me? I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm rather headstrong and possess quite the ego. I can only admit this now because I want you to trust me", she explains, taking one last step towards me and leaving only a few inches of space.

"Besides...isn't the chase half the fun?", she challenged.

As the seconds passed, so did the last of my reservations. How was I possibly expected to think straight when the smell of her perfume and signature cigarette smoke filled my senses? When I began to lose my way in her sage green eyes that rivaled labyrinths?

"Zelda-"

"Say the word and I'll walk away", her voice barely above a whisper.

"But please do so quickly. I'm not sure how much longer-"

Throwing all caution to the wind, I finally pull her face into a kiss. A kiss so needy and desperate, I was sure my lips were now painted the same crimson shade as hers were. Her hands take me in by the small of my waist, as mine crept into her auburn locks, grasping at the roots.

It was as if someone set fire to my skin. I was almost certain I would have fallen to my knees if it hadn't been for her firm grip. With a gust of wind swirling around us, we were now standing in a bedroom that I assumed was hers.

"It's not too late", she exhaled, giving me a chance to back out.

"You can still-"

"I want this"

"How badly?", she questioned, grazing her teeth on the side of my neck.

"Please, I need you", I whined, feeling her hand grab my breast.

"Where? Here?", she teased, as my body bucked against hers.

"Or..."

Her hand then slides down my abdomen and into my skirt, cupping my clothed core and earning a gasp.

"There it is", she chuckled, pushing my panties to the side and rubbing up and down my damp folds.

She reveled in them. Each and every pathetic sound that left me. From her low groans and pants, it was as if she could get off by simply seeing me come apart in her grasp.

Once she had gathered enough of my slick, she pushed two fingers into me, as my head fell back with a moan that bounced off the walls.

"You're such a cute little thing", she praised, littering my collarbones with bitemarks and hickeys.

She began curling her digits in and out me, slowly building up momentum, and with each stroke, she would press directly into my g-spot. With her skills, it should've come as no surprise to me when I felt my climax already beginning to build.

I clutch onto her shoulders for support, burying my face into her chest.

"Fuck", I moaned through gritted teeth.

"That's it", she muttered, capturing my lips once more.

Our tongues fighting for dominance, before mine eventually surrendered.

Her pace grew more rampant, almost ramming into me now. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but before I was able to find out, she pulls her hand away, leaving me aching and heavy-breathing.

"Zelda, please-"

"Keep whining and I'll stop all together", she warned, holding me up by the curve of my ass.

"And we wouldn't want that, would we?", she questioned.

"No", my voice merely a whimper.

Smirking, she sucks her fingers clean, whilst humming at the taste.

"God, you're just as sweet as you look", she said, before walking me backwards into the bed, where I fell onto my elbows.

"If you behave, I'll have you coming over and over to your heart's content", she says, running her finger down the side of my face.

Her cat like grin only adding to the anticipation.

"I just need to get your special surprise, but first", she announced and with a wave of her hand, we were both undressed.

Our clothes in a pile on the floor.

I couldn't help but rake my stare up and down her form. She was nothing short of perfection and I internally cursed myself for denying myself this paradise for so long. Every curve and dip, her auburn locks effortlessly cascading down her shoulders and the smudged rouge on her lips. It took everything in me not to lose myself before the real fun had begun.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes", I breathed out, grabbing her by the waist and nipping at her alabaster skin.

With a soft giggle, she saunters off towards the closet, rummaging through a few things, before pulling out a velvet box and making her way back to me. Her slender fingers undo the latch and lifts the lid up to reveal a black strap waiting inside.

My eyes meet hers once more, this time, with a new found fire.

"Help me out, darling?"

I grab the toy and she steadies herself with my shoulders, as I helped her into the harness. Once it was secured around her hips, she pulls me into yet another heated kiss, carefully laying me down and situating herself between my legs.

"You know usually, I enjoy hearing you argue with me", she pants between kisses, whilst pawing at my hips and breasts.

"But seeing you so needy it renders you speechless? Now that's a treat", she adds, throwing my calves around her waist.

I couldn't fight back, even if I wanted to. My mind was not as it was and she didn't bother hiding how much she loved it. All I could do was wrap my limps around her tighter and let out one pathetic moan after the other.

She looks down between us and takes a hold of the toy by its base, sliding the tip up and down my dripping folds.

"Seems like you're adequately prepped", she muttered under her breath.

Without wasting one more moment, she thrusts into me and fills me to the hilt. If there was anyone in this house, I'd made my presence more than clear with the pornographic gasp I let out.

Immediately, her pace was fast and rough, as if she were racing against time. Had it not been for the foreplay, I was sure to be ripped apart.

"Zelda!", I cried out, gripping the roots of her hair.

"You're doing so good. So fucking good", she praised, hooking her arms under mine to ram into me.

My vision faded in and out of darkness from the pleasure overwhelming every one of my senses. The knot in the pit of my tightening with each thrust.

I claw down her back, only encouraging her to go faster.

"Yes! Oh God!"

"He can't help you", she groaned against my neck.

I felt like a raw nerve in the most delicious way. I'd never been fucked this good or this thoroughly in my life.

She quickly took notice of the way she struggled against my clenching walls and wrapped a hand around my throat.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes! Fucking yes!", I cried out.

"Say it, say you're mine and I'll let you"

"I'm yours, fuck, I'm all yours! Give it to me, please!"

Ultimately satisfied with my begging and pleading, she reaches her other hand down to vigorously rub my throbbing clit.

"Do it, show me", she panted.

That was all I needed to hear. I came undone, screaming her name and digging my nails deeper into her back.

"Good girl", she exhaled, kissing my cheek and helping me ride out my orgasm.

By the end, my mind was reduced to mush and the room smelt of sex and sweat. She allowed me to catch my breath, before gently pulling out of me, leaving me whining at the sore emptiness. Once she magicked the toy away, she envelopes me in her warm embrace.

"Shhh, I know", she soothed my whimpers.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hm?", I hummed.

She chuckles at the state of me.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?", she smirked.

"Mhm", I nuzzled into her shoulder.

"Good...cause I'm not done with you yet"

[h0n3ybe3z]

We lost a real one today

@thatlittlebird is gone. We will never forget the joy she brought to the creek. Although, she got on our (Liz) nerves sometimes we will always cherish the memories made with her!

So, reblogged and share a memory are a little drawing of a bird or anything to cherish Birbs memory!

@lizzable @i-love-zelda-16 @fithesworddweller @zips-quips @magiowlio @faustus-flouting @wolfsan11 @writerpyre @riddlemearose @savimatteo2810 @eliunderscore @starseekerwrites Also tag more of the creek I don’t remember everyone’s @ here! Spread this around! I want my feed full of Birb memorial!

[euphoricnyctophilia]

Zelda’s hair is parted on the wrong side when she’s under the caligari spell to hide her mole because Faustus hates it because he’s a bitch!

[auntiezelda]

Men almost always received the credit, she thought with a roll of her eyes, because it was them who wrote the history books. But Zelda had managed to find a few that gave Lilith her due. And the redhead smiled at the question, at the first witch’s curiosity.

"Ironically I found some scripture hidden in with my mother's things. I haven't a clue how she obtained such writings, and when I asked her about them... well there was heaven to pay for snooping through her belongings," she explained with a shake of her head. While she had been punished, her mother had also agreed not to tell her father so long as she never mentioned the name Lilith without giving regard to their Dark Lord. If only she could speak with her mother now, she thought.

"Of course I found it fascinating, the first woman and witch, a role model to be sure," she smirked, rising from her seat to pour them each a drink. "I became quite fixated. And then when the Academy put on a play, I happily auditioned for the role of Lilith. I didn't get the part, of course, instead I was cast as Eve but that's not important. I studied that script with attention only for how you were portrayed and found it incredibly lacking. But like any obsessed school girl I was not deterred. I built you up in my mind, filled in a plethora of blanks. To me you were a champion of all witches, an example for all women tired of being oppressed and made lesser by men to take control of their fates. That idea of you was who I thought I wanted to be, a powerful woman beside a powerful man."

Zelda handed off the drink and propped herself against the desk. "In some ways you are the woman I thought. But you are not some ideal. I mean no disrespect. But I thought you were infallible really."

Lilith cocked her head a little, observing Zelda with curiosity, wondering what particular lack of achievements in particular could apparently make her inclined to think herself ridiculous. She imagined some inane point of recognition within the Church of Night or else some other male invention to weigh worth as they desired.

The reality was much more surprising. It was one thing to know what you deserved and to be denied it, and it was another thing entirely for another to not only see that truth, but also to agree with it.

"I'm not completely certain what has been written about me," she admitted in reply once the initial and stunned surprise had passed. "Only that Lucifer often got the credit." So much would never have been achieved without her, so much would have failed, and still he'd wanted to deny her the crown he'd promised, relegating her to...mere handmaiden.

"And most people, mortal or witch, don't generally meet the...mythological figures they read about," she added. "You might be forgiven for not being able to immediately...intertwine the two." Most who met either herself or Lucifer either were entirely oblivious to their true identities, or their death was imminent.

"Are they different?" She asked, unable to deny her curiosity. "What you've read and...what you've met."