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☕️ Hot Chocolate

(Zelda Spellman x Larissa Weems)

Unbearable loneliness has been plaguing Larissa for years. One drunken night, she decides to put an end to it by contacting a local dominatrix.

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👑 Camyla, the Petulant

(Rhaenys Targaryen x Reader)

All Camyla wants to do is run, all Rhaenys wants is for someone to stay.

When Corlys leaves Rhaenys on her own to grieve the loss of their children, an old friend of her husband requests her help dealing with his misbehaved daughter Camyla. Rhaenys agrees to take her under her wing, but the young woman is hell-bent on driving her mad.

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Finished/Upcoming

Adrienne Beaufort

🌅 Sun & Ocean Blue

(Adrienne x Reader)

When Adrienne comes to get Amy out of Greenhaven, she lays eyes on a troubled young woman in need of guidance. Perhaps Adrienne will take in another rescue kitten…

Essentially this is my The Bell Jar

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105,448 words (completed)

Farah Dowling

Haunt me, then

Farah x Rosalind but as a character/relationship study

The story of how Rosalind was put into stasis.

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801 words

👻 baby, you’re just harder to see than most

(ghost!Farah x Reader)

Farah’s partner can’t come to terms with her death, and so, every night, she dances with her ghost.

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2,026 words

🌬️ Grow Wings

While Farah is away on a field trip, Aster hits rock bottom. But after what happened last time, she doesn’t want to tell Farah—even when she finally returns. Good luck tricking a mind fairy…

M

21,631 words (completed)

🩸 Black Dahlia

(adoptive mum!Farah & Reader)

Miss Dowling discovers Dahlia’s self harm.

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18,510 words (completed)

🎀 Sugar & Sweetness

(upcoming sugarmommy!Farah x Reader)

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🧁 Common Burn

(upcoming Farah x Reader cottagecore AU)

Rhaenys Targaryen

👑 Camyla, the Petulant

(brat-tamer!Rhaenys x Reader)

All Camyla wants to do is run, all Rhaenys wants is for someone to stay.

When Corlys leaves Rhaenys on her own for years, to grieve the loss of their children all by herself, an old friend of her husband requests her help dealing with his misbehaved daughter Camyla. Rhaenys agrees to take her under her wing, but the young woman is hell-bent on driving her mad.

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🎭 Gentle into the Night

(Corlys x Rhaenys)

Rhaenys survives Rook's Rest, Meleys does not.

M

1,631 words

Morissa

🌂 This Is What Makes Us Girls (prequel)

(Morticia Addams x Larissa Weems)

It’s Larissa’s 18th birthday, but she doesn’t get what she wants.

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15,256 words

❄️ Roommates

(Morticia Addams x Larissa Weems)

When the Addams Family attends Larissa Weems' funeral, Morticia is confronted with the truth about the relationship she used to have with the woman.

M

49,965 words (completed)

🥶 Barren Cold (sequel)

(upcoming)

💨 Invisible (on hold)

On the night of their graduation, Morticia is forced to see that she can't have it all - Or can she?

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14,520 words

🏰 Gwyneth of Rivia

“My name is Gwyneth of Rivia.” She gestured towards the cadaver. “And this is the beast I’ve slaughtered for you.”

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3,686 words

Madam Spellman

🚢 Ship of Dreams

(Titanic AU)

Every year for the past decades, Lady Morningstar and Lady Blackwood have been meeting aboard an Ocean Liner. This year, it is the RMS Titanic, travelling from Southampton to New York.

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26,174 words (completed)

🌆 Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

(Las Vegas AU)

“There’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lie your head.”

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14,420 words

(somewhat completed, but more could come)

🎤 It’s gonna take a Queen of Hell to sweep me off my feet

Lilith can't believe her eyes (and ears) when she returns to the Mortuary after a fight with Zelda.

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1,096 words

💜 I plant violets every time someone leaves me

(Zelda x Reader)

Clara is about to end her life when Directrix Spellman steps in.

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4,519 words

🔨 Kiss with a Shovel

One would assume that after all the times she’d killed and buried her sister, she’d have it down and she did, but the transportation aspect of it frequently proved to be rather arduous.

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1,914 words

🎁 Pandora’s Box

Zelda Spellman has been begging Hecate to bring Sabrina back for months, but maybe she’s been praying to the wrong goddess all along?

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50,042 words (completed)

🏷️ Whatever the Price

Sabrina has just come back from the dead, together with her boyfriend Nick, and now she wants to get married! But as it turns out, Aunt Zelda isn't the only one standing in the way...

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91,097 words (completed)

😈 Cherubic Little Devil

About one year after the arrival of their grandson Magnus, Zelda and Lilith now have a child of their own on the way. A baby, created from a witch and a demon. Born to claim the throne of Hell as well as represent the Order of Hecate. What will their path look like?

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30,211 words

🌙 Pavor Nocturnus

When Zelda and Lilith's daughter is 5 years old, something scary happens...

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9,666 words

🥵 Heatwave

A heat wave has hit Greendale - but that is nothing against what's going on in the Spellman bedroom.

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5,607 words

🐎 Calloused Heart

(upcoming Cowgirl AU)

Wolves, storms, and money turn into the least of Zelda Spellman's problems when her sister invites Mary Wardwell-Masters to stay at the family's ranch.

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3,056 words

✨ Whispers at Witching Hour

Zelda and Mary met at the wrong time and apparently in the wrong lives. Still, they can't seem to keep apart and find themselves in the messiest relationship of all realms. Can they make it work despite their cosmic problems and personal issues?

-An attempt to make Madam Spellman canon from P1 to P4-

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185,993 words

✨ Wishes at Witching Hour (sequel, on hold)

When Lilith came home one night, she hadn't expected her whole life to change. Now she's living in the constant ache of not knowing the answer to one question: What really happened that day?

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45,204 words

Miranda Croft

🫒 Handcrofted

You’re Miranda’s former assassin-colleague and after five years, you’ve decided to pay her a visit on her olive farm.

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6,625 words

[sireditsalot4]

The Liasion

Summary: Lilith and Reader meet and have a spark. Zelda gets jealous and takes matters into her own hands.

A/N: Bad at summaries and this is part of A cry for help story. One more chapter will be added for The Liasion after this. This is so rushed >.<

Warning: No warnings

It was raining. Of course. In the middle of summer. Perfect timing. You thought it was the best time today, seeing it sunny and bright to wash your clothes, in which you did, and hung them out in the front yard. It’ll dry quickly. You thought. Boy were you wrong. 10 seconds later, clouds started to form and take place. A splash landed on the kitchen window and you flinched. You’re kidding, right?

“Fuck!” Yelling in anger from the kitchen you ran outside to quickly unclamp your clothes from the wire, trying to avoid mud getting on you or the clothes. “What happened?” Zelda asked. She looked you over and saw you soaking. “Is it raining? Out of all days.” Zelda walks up to the kitchen window. “Perfect. I have no clothes and now I have to dry them in here.” You look around to see where you can hang them. It wasn’t a big problem, but you knew it would be tricky. You throw them in the hamper and let out a growl. “Don’t be angry dear,” Hilda tried to calm you. A knock comes from the front door. You see Sabrina run down the stairs and straight to the door and open it to reveal a woman. Watching, you take time to take in the stranger. She has long, wavy dark hair, age looks the same as Zelda’s and her attire was well fit together. Clinging to her figure was a dark green, raincoat that went down to her feet, hugging her nicely.

The woman walks into the kitchen with Sabrina behind her and Zelda nods at her in acknowledgement. “Lilith,” The woman named Lilith nods. Her eyes land on you. “I do believe we haven’t met yet.” the woman reaches for your hand. “I’m Lilith.” You take it and pause. “Lilith?” You ask. “Is it a name, or are you Lilith?” The woman laughs. You’re happy she finds this amusing. “That’s right. I’m surprised they haven’t told you about me,” Lilith points at the other two. “guess I need to work harder to make my presence known.”

“She’s new here. I didn’t want to overwhelm her, but she’s interested in joining the church of Lilith tho, aren’t you?” Zelda asks, glaring at you. You slowly nod. “Y-yes…” you respond. Zelda rolls her eyes at you. Stepping closer to you, Lilith takes your face in her hands, cupping your chin. She runs her forefinger over your cheek, her nail softly scraping your flesh. Zelda watches, not aware that she’s staring a little too hard at the Queen of Hell.

“You’re something…what’s your name?” Lilith asks, still holding you in her grasp. You feel your throat go dry. “Y/n. Y/n Y/L/N.” Sabrina looks at Zelda before backing up. “I think that’s enough for today.” Lilith lets you go.

Zelda is the type of woman to never let her emotions cloud her actions, she is too grown for that. But at this very moment she didn’t care. After what she just witnessed- she needs to think fast before it’s too late.

[incorrectmadamspellman]

Zelda: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake so I have Lilith periodically send me texts saying we need to talk'

Zelda: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to

keep going.

[aboutcustardcreams]

The monster within you

part three here

Lilith/Madam Satan x reader (most of all)

four

The air is crispy outside, the setting sun is turning the sky into a bluish tinge. A light breeze blows through your hair, and gently tickles your already rosy cheeks. Lifting your knees up, you rest your chin above them, then lazily circle your legs with your arms.

The relic is right next to you, on the porch bench where you too are sitting. The temptation to put it on is so strong to cause you a wave of sickness in your stomach. But you made a promise to both Zelda and Cordelia, that you intended to keep.

As you stare anywhere but there, you find yourself spiraling, thinking of all the possible scenarios regarding your family history. On one hand, you wish your parents were alive. It's true they gave you up, but maybe they had no choice in the matter.

It soothes you to think they wanted to offer you a better chance in life. However, there was another side of you that didn't believe that. It could be that they gave you up for selfish reasons only, or a tragic accident occurred, and just like that you were left orphaned.

You crinkle your nose and fidget slightly.

Turning around, your eyes bore into that piece of cloth again. As you do, you feel a chill run up your spine, both due to the chilly air outside and the irrational fear of the unknown.

You aren't scared of the possibility of getting physically hurt. It's more the emotional damage that keeps you stalling. You find yourself reviving your memories that dated back to your life with them, before Greendale, New Orleans, Zelda and Cordelia. You really thought they loved you. Up to a point, at least, they did.

When magic showed up, everything went south.

"My, my, aren't your thoughts loud?", it's the voice of a woman you've never heard before.

Blinking softly, you lift your chin and find a slim figure standing in front of you. Your eyes bore into hers, and when you do, you're sure to have never seen a clearer hue of blue before. Before you can ask her who she is and what she is doing there, the woman talks again.

"You need to be more careful, princess," her admission is meant to sound like a scold, but her gaze is soft and kind. "I've been watching you for quite a while and you never noticed," she chants with an arched eyebrow, as to prove a point.

You scoff lightly and can't help the amused smile curving your lips, "I wonder what's so interesting about me today to have so many visitors my way", there's a hint of sarcasm in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed.

The woman steps closer and hums, "many things."

You chuckle slightly, "careful there or I'll end up believing I'm special," you tease.

"You most certainly are," the brunette remarks firmly.

Your brows knit in confusion, failing to grasp her point. She lets out a sigh and takes the remaining steps left to close the gap between the two of you. She gestures to the empty spot next to you, as a permission to sit down. When you give her a hesitant nod of your head, she beams down at you.

"Every witch, of course, guards something special, and you aren't less of them."

"What's your name?", you inquire, completely ignoring her previous statement.

She gives you a subtle grin, eyeing you with the corner of her eye so as not to miss your reaction, "I'm Lilith, and before you wonder, yes, that Lilith."

Blinking in utter disbelief, your mouth parts slightly ajar, unsure of what's the best to say. Then, you shoot up, "I-I'm so sorry your... majesty, I had no idea," your cheeks flush a darker hue of pink.

Her calm response surprises you.

"There is no need to apologize, princess. And please, let's keep aside the formalities. Lilith will do," she insists, eyes roaming over you without any malice.

You blink softly, still partially in trance.

That behavior of yours elicits a fond smile to tug at her red lips. With a single finger the first witch prompts you to sit down again next to her and you oblige quickly, maybe too quickly because she laughs again.

"Do you wish to come inside?", you ask awkwardly.

She shakes her head, "that won't be necessary, no. Unless you want to," Lilith doesn't fail to notice the little goosebumps that have risen over your skin.

"I'm okay," you state quietly.

Lilith stares right into your eyes, as to make sure you are being honest with her. A part of her thinks you're not, but she decides not to pressure you further.

"Do you plan to use it?", she questions, referring to Lucia's relic, folded between the two of you.

You blink and look down, "I think so. It's the sole way that can help me understand who I am," your voice comes out almost whispered. It causes Madame Satan to feel a weird pang in her chest.

Taking it in between your hands, you later ask, "can you tell me more about it?"

Lilith shifts in her spot, scooting closer to you, "well, it's complex and unpredictable," her expression hides a veil of concern as she speaks.

"I've been told," you nod, a tad discouraged and frustrated to be honest.

"The relic's both blessed and cursed, and that's what makes it so powerful," when she tries to take it from your hands, you let her.

"Could it turn me blind?", your voice is hesitant and a bit fearful.

The way her eyes shoot open at your unexpected question almost elicits a giggle out of you.

"What in the world are you saying now?"

"Not my thought, but Zelda's," you clarify.

You spot a hint of amusement veiling Lilith's eyes, a warm flush to her cheeks as she shakes her head, remembering the redhead witch's temperament very well.

"When I mentioned that the relic belonged to Lucia, Saint Lucia, she totally freaked out."

Lilith hums amusedly, "I'd have been surprised if she did not," you feel yourself nodding at that.

"She's a weird witch, your partner. The softest matriarch I've ever encountered."

Scrunching up your nose, you comment, "You don't want to say that to her face."

It was funny how despite Lilith being Queen of Hell, you still 'feared' Zelda's reaction the most.

Lilith scoffs and pats your knee, "I already have, on several occasions," she mutters in a whisper, as if that was supposed to stay a secret between the two of you.

You never thought the Queen of Hell could be that fun. But you sure expected her to be more...intimidating. It was strange that she looked exactly like you expected her to be. Of a timeless elegance and graciousness, like someone that could bend everyone to her will, both with violence and softness. That's what probably intrigued you about her.

"To answer your question, I don't think the relic has the power to turn someone blind, simply because it's not its purpose."

You nod at that, reasoning out loud, "it's meant to help people see."

"True, but I'd advise you to be cautious regardless," she adds apprehensively. When she brushes some hair from your face, you're genuinely taken aback by what appeared to be an odd and unexpected display of affection.

You blurt out, "I will. I can do this," the intent to reassure her has also the aim to encourage yourself.

Playfully humming, she nods, "you do look like a badass."

"That's a huge compliment, thank you," your tongue peeks out of your mouth as you smile. A gesture that makes Lilith's insides melt and twist.

She scoots closer, and stays silent for a moment, staring into the starry sky above you. A pause follows in which both of you are comfortable, adjusting to each other's presence.

"You've got a nice family here, haven't you?", when she suddenly speaks again, your eyebrows shoot up. "Zelda and Cordelia are taking good care of you, are they not?"

At the mention of your girlfriends' name, your cheeks turn a deep hue of pink. You silently wonder how she knows of all these things about you, despite having a slight idea yourself.

"How do you know about that? About me?"

Playfully tapping your knee again, she says, "I'm Queen of Hell, princess. Nothing gets past me."

That answer seems reasonable enough. Sighing, you look up at the sky, only to close your eyes a moment after, "I just want to know where my place is; well, where it used to be," you exhale softly, trying to imagine the face of your mother and your father.

Lilith glances at you with soft eyes, remaining wordless. She reaches for your shoulder, offering you a light, encouraging squeeze. Another display of affection in which you find a surprising comfort.

"Wait, considering you know so much about everything, any chances you know about my parents too?"

That question stunned Lilith, however she tried her best not to show. Her mouth falls agape, in search for an answer buried deep down her throat. And suddenly her chest feels too small for her heart to fit, for her to breathe.

"I'm just joking. Don't try so hard," you tilt your head to the side, chuckling slightly.

"Right, sure," she admits with a wry smile. You frown, feeling like there's something she isn't telling you. Maybe you caused offense, without noticing?

"About your adoptive family," your breath halts in your chest as she speaks again, "what was it like?"

Her face dims a little, when you take an extra minute to think about it.

"I had a happy childhood," your voice is thick with emotion, there's honesty in your words, mingled with some blatant white lies you hoped she wouldn't notice. "Everything a kid could wish for: a nice house, the prettiest room— a couple of close friends in the neighborhood."

Leaning forward, the Demoness runs a hand across your back, up to the tip of your hair. You crane your neck towards her, and she takes advantage of the opportunity to tug a piece of hair from your face, to better grasp the shades of your eyes.

"They loved me until they couldn't."

You blink away the beginning of some tears, while Lilith's hand freezes on the spot that's now your cheek, "What does it mean?", you bite your lip, your eyes are slightly averted now.

"When they discovered I was a witch, everything changed and they started ...fearing me," you sniffle, eyes shutting closed for a moment, "but they failed to see that behind my powers rising, there was still the same old Celeste. Their... daughter."

Feeling her hand brushing against your cheek, you turn around, to look back into those icy eyes. "Oh, princess," she coos sadly, and you try your best to compose yourself. The pain in your eyes is hard to mask and stabs Lilith's chest like dozens of celestial daggers.

You exhale shakily, forcing a smile out of you, "when I decided to leave and they made no effort to stop me, I knew it was for the best."

Lilith's features morph into so many different emotions that you struggle to identify. She appears haunted by questions piling up into fragile sand castles swaying in the wind. You're not sure anymore if she is mostly mad, concerned or incredulous. It's probably a mix of these.

"Yet you think of them as good people, why?", she breathes out in disbelief. Her features hardened a bit, as well as her posture, however, her eyes remained soft, even veiled with tears she wasn't allowing herself to shed.

The answer came out as easily as ever.

"They took me in, loved me in their own way. Even if I wasn't theirs," you point out.

Lilith tries to say something but you beat her to it.

"I will not discredit that love just because it didn't last forever," it sounded reasonable to you, despite the deep crease between your brows.

Lilith swallows a lump in her throat and stays quiet, despite having many things to say.

"You're so sickly sweet," that's the response she decides to go for.

Your hum quizzically, "why does it sound like an insult?"

Lilith bites back a laugh as she takes in the priceless expression on your face, "maybe because it is," she jokes, with an arched eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, but smile amusedly, "you know, for being the Queen of Hell, you're wildly nice."

"Excuse me!", Lilith fake gasps and pats your hand, shooting you a glare. "You got some nerve saying that to me, princess," there is no seriousness in her features, despite her best attempts. You see a spark of joy in her eyes, but you could be wrong.

"What in Hecate's name is going on here?", you'd recognize her voice anywhere.

You suck in a breath before pressing your lips in a thin line.

"Zelda, my dear friend," Lilith makes a face before begrudgingly pulling away from you to take in the two witches standing at the front door. "It's so nice to see you again," there's a hint of sarcasm in her tone that makes you sputter.

How bold and fearless she can be?

The witch stares at Lilith eerily still and calm, too calm, "I must admit you got a great timing," she reasons with a scoff, "always showing up when there are matters to sort out."

It sounded like an accusation to you, a devious one but still.

Lilith groans and waves a hand nonchalantly.

"Celeste, who's this?", Cordelia asks you, a look of concern in her brown eyes.

"Well, she...", you sit up, leaning a bit forward, as if in need to introduce her properly and with due respect. However, the first witch spares you the trouble.

"I go by many names, I'm known as the mother of demons, the dawn of doom, Queen of Hell, but you can call me Lilith."

Zelda winces in disgust, whereas Cordelia's eyes grow bigger. Her brain momentarily feels like going short-circuit. "Oh my," her mouth parts slightly, "It's a pleasure meeting you, your majesty," she bows her head as a form of respect, causing Lilith to grin from ear to ear.

She likes being praised, you thought.

"Cut the crap, and state your business," Zelda spats.

Both you and the Supreme glance at the redhead as if she had grown a tail. As for Lilith, she remains unshaken, absolutely unbothered by her tone and ways in her regards. Probably because she was used to being treated like that by the eldest of the Spellmans.

Sighing, she gets up and smoothing her skirt while doing so.

"Can't I answer the prayers of one of my witches in need?", she asks, sure to have a point.

You decide to keep to yourself that that was a lie. You didn't know why you felt the need to have her back. Maybe because she had yours without even waiting for you to ask.

"Celeste's name is not even in the Book of the Beast, why would you care about her?", she questions, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ouch.

"I do not discriminate, for your information," the Demoness states as calmly as possible.

Zelda lets out a humorless chuckle, "since when you're so benevolent?"

You knew of their troubled history, as you have been told by Zelda herself, plus the perspective of both Hilda and Ambrose. They didn't start off on the right foot, but eventually things went better. You knew Lilith had manipulated Sabrina into following the path of the Dark Lord, but you also knew that in the end, Lilith turned her back on him, and killed him herself. It wasn't exactly a redemption, you're well aware of that, but who, in this life, is sinless?

Lilith's aura gets a bit darker, a clear sign she is growing impatient, "do I need to remind you I kept your beloved Sabrina alive countless of times, while you were totally unaware of her doings?"

Low blow. You suck in a shaky breath, spotting your girlfriend's face turning pale. Cordelia, as well, winces as if she had been the one to take the blow.

"Wipe your mouth before talking about my niece," she warns, dangerously low. "We both know you did what you did because it was convenient to you."

"I believe we already talked about this," Lilith talks back. She later drops her shoulders, and when she does you realize her last intention is to fight with her or anyone of you. "I do come in peace, Zelda. No funny business."

"It's true," you decide to intervene on her behalf, standing tall next to her. "She's been nothing but nice to me. If you don't want to believe her, believe me."

"Nice?", Zelda echoes in disbelief. "Since when the Queen of Hell performs kindness on a daily basis?", she asks you, but eyes her.

"Ah, you know, I felt up for a change today," Lilith pipes up with a fake smile.

Chuckling bitterly, she comments, "say that to someone that doesn't know you."

You feel yourself rolling your eyes, before tiredly pinching the root of your nose. Why did everything turn out to be a big deal?

"Alright Celeste," a brief, nervous smile crosses the Supreme's face, "you should come inside," reaching out a hand towards you, she eyes you with hope in her eyes. Concern hidden behind a mask of composure.

You open your mouth to say something but Lilith precedes you once again.

"She is right" when you frown in response, she continues, "you're actually freezing out there, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," you concede, with a small smile that Lilith soon reciprocates. You Cordelia draw you close and can't deny the fact that you feel immediately warmer and better in her arms. However, you feel sorry for Lilith. A part of you doesn't want to say goodbye yet.

"Would you like to stay?"

She laughs softly and shakes her head, "I think I've intruded enough. You three should rest, it's pretty late now."

"That's probably for the best, yes," the redhead agrees with a firm nod of her head. She takes a mental note to ask you as to why in Hecate's name you would invite the Queen of Hell for a sleepover.

Your pout doesn't go unnoticed by Lilith, whose lips half rise in a brief smirk. She approaches closer and nudges you playfully, "don't be sad, princess. I'm not dying."

She's right and you know it. "Will you be back?", Zelda raises an eyebrow at you. Even Cordelia remains stunned by your sudden interest towards the Queen of Hell. "I mean, if I need a piece of advice," you mutter tentatively.

Lilith couldn't hide her pride, if she tried. "I'm only one prayer away, princess," she promises, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zelda is sure to have never heard her use such a soft tone before. Maybe just once or twice, but in very different circumstances. Your eyes mirror the flames of Hell as Lilith disappears into a vortex of fire, back to Hell.

Woah, very scenic, you think to yourself.

Cordelia takes a sigh of relief right after. She holds you closer to her front, and buries her face in your hair, "you got us worried, again,” there is a hint of playfulness in her tone, but you know it’s not just it.

"Sorry I lost track of time," you mutter apologetically.

Zelda's nose scrunches up as she narrows her eyes at you, "what was that?"

Shrugging cutely, you echo innocently, "what was what?"

The redhead rolls her eyes at your antics, while Cordelia lets out a warm chuckle. Placing both hands upon her hips, she continues, "shouldn't we talk about what happened tonight?"

Suddenly feeling tired, you let out a yawn in response.

"Maybe tomorrow," it's Cordelia's response, her lips press a kiss on top of your head and your lashes flutter slightly.

Zelda huffs and rolls her eyes before looking at the two of you alternatively, "You two go ahead, I'll catch you up in a minute," she mutters, suddenly in need to have a smoke.

"Don't be long," you mutter lazily. She brushes her hand against your cheek, telling you not to worry.

While you and Cordelia walk inside, Zelda sits on the porch's bench. Tired, confused, worried. Her eyes glance down at Lucia's relic still there, as a reminder that troubles have not finished yet, if anything they've just started. Summoning a cigarette in her hand, she lights it up, before taking a long, well deserved drag.

"Whatever it is you're not telling, Lilith?", she asks in a faint whisper, letting out a big puff of smoke, "What were you doing here?"

The Queen of Hell hears her loud and clear, while sitting uncomfortably on her throne. Running a hand through her hair, she lets out a sigh. Her eyes fall close, as she breathes softly in and out. Hearts pounding in her chest, annoyingly. She wish she knew. 

[neuroprincess]

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[katsuthelittlekitten]

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

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{ Who I currently write for }

Alma Peregrine (Mphfpc)

Farah Dowling (f:tws)

Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon (HotD)

Jeanine Matthews (Divergent)

Lady Lesso (sfgae)

Queen Ravenna (Snow White and the Huntsman)

Bo-Katan Kryze (Star Wars)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Stargate (SG1)

Brienne of Tarth (GoT)

Larissa Weems (Wednesday)

Maria Hill (MCU)

Peggy Carter (MCU)

Zelda Spellman (caos)

Lillith (caos)

Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley (CoD)

Col. König (CoD)

Astarion Ancunin (BdG3)

Loki (MCU)

{ Current Hyperfixation }

Loki 🛐🛐🛐

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> chances are I only write for who/whatever I’m currently obsessed with, don’t hesitate to ask tho! <

[sabrinaandlilith]

as if you were a mythical thing

zelda and marie have a serious conversation, caliban helps sabrina, nick and ambrose do some investigating, and sabrina finally goes to lilith for some much needed relaxation

read here on ao3 - chapter fifteen: as above so below

[yourlunavien]

Europe trip for the girls and the girls only. People often call it "honeymoon".

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

H O T C H O C O L A T E ☕️

(Zelda Spellman x Larissa Weems + Morticia Addams + Elaine Parks/The Love Witch + Lilith)

Unbearable loneliness has been plaguing Larissa for years. One drunken night, she decides to put an end to it by contacting a local dominatrix.

Chapter 16

you’re gone and I gotta stay high

[djnikkij]

Zelda Phiona Spellman deserves to be happy!!

She did not deserve to be played with !

She fell in love with a woman who loved her for who she was and protected her

Zelda Deserved to be treated better

Zelda should have had A BETTER STORYLINE FOR THE "LAST" PART

[incorrectmadamspellman]

Lilith: Am I right, Zelda?

Zelda: I'm almost certain you're not, but to be fair, I wasn't listening.

[hallospaceboyy]

The Morning After

Madam Spellman

Warnings: Fluff and smut. Light dom/sub.

A/N: My first Madam Spellman fic! Do hope you enjoy! I'm looking into getting into writing more, as I find it quite therapeutic, so if you have any prompts in mind; hit me up and I will give them a go! Thanks guys, and hope you enjoy x

Lilith awoke from a deep slumber; perhaps the deepest slumber she had experienced in centuries. For a split second her surroundings were unfamiliar. She lay and stared at the ceiling of a bedroom foreign to her, before she recalled the events of the evening before, and a slow smirk gracing her lips. She turned her head to regard the sleeping form beside her, auburn locks splayed across the pillow, an expanse of milk white skin on display as the bedcovers had slipped lower and lower during the night. Lilith sighed in contentment, and gently brushed an errant curl from the red head’s face, careful not to wake her. She looked so relaxed in slumber; so different from the tight lipped, tense Zelda Spellman that so often showed her face in waking moments. Zelda had always been a difficult nut to crack, but Lilith had always been fond of her nonetheless; admired her confident facade, the way she held herself proudly before the eyes of others. For she knew it was a farce, Zelda had often prayed to her from a young age, had often turned to the Mother of Demons for strength during the hardships in her life. Zelda reminded Lilith of herself. Always relying on a mask to portray herself as strong and unbroken, and hoping nobody would hear the shattered pieces rattling inside of her.

Lilith sighed, coming to conclusion it was far too early in the morning for such rumination. She turned on her side, just as Zelda's eyes fluttered open and green immediately met blue. Zelda smiled softly, knowing that she was safe alone with the demoness to let her defensive walls crumble.

“So, I wasn't dreaming. I really did manage to bed the Queen of Hell last night,” Zelda's smirk grew wider, and she reached out and laid a manicured hand on Lilith's bare waist.

“Definitely no dream. Not that you had to try very hard.” Lilith swallowed thickly, suddenly finding it difficult to put her thoughts into words. The pair had been working together for months, picking up the pieces to rebuild the coven and construct the ideals of the Church of Lilith. It had been awkward at first, Zelda was both embarrassed at her ill treatment of the demoness during her time posed as Mary Wardwell, and angered at her deception, her web of lies used to get close to her niece. But despite this, they had grown close. Lilith bore Zelda no ill will, knew Zelda and Zelda alone carried the burden of protecting her family; felt responsible for their safety and well being. Lilith had threatened that. She understood.

Zelda had tried to remain formal at first. Kneeling when Lilith entered a room, referred to her only as “My Queen” or “My Unholiness". Lilith quickly put an end to that. They were equals. She knew Zelda was a powerful woman, and a powerful witch, and believed she should bow to no one. She pretended not to see the tears forming in Zelda's eyes when she told her so, merely placed her hand over Zelda's, wanting her to know her admission was sincere.

Lilith blinked, realising she had been silent for quite sometime, and Zelda had been watching her, deep in thought. “I have become quite fond of you, Zelda Spellman. I would be lying if I told you I had not wanted this to happen for a very long time.” She lowered her eyes, feeling vulnerable, unused to showing genuine emotion. “Working in such close proximity to you has become quite distracting. A welcome distraction from the chaos of ruling Hell, I might add. Demons can be insufferable to be around for any length of time. You’re a breath of fresh air.” Lilith met Zelda’s gaze, surprised to see a soft smile on Zelda's face, affection in her moss green eyes. Zelda gently placed her hand on Lilith's cheek, her thumb stroking the skin there, tracing the prominence of her cheekbone.

“I have become rather fond of you, as well. It did come as a surprise to me, I must admit. I always found you rather irritating before. Before I knew who you really were. You were so very good at turning up at the most inconvenient of times. Innocent, prying Mary Wardwell. I always knew you were no innocent.” Zelda chuckled, her voice still thick with sleep. She sat up and reached for her cigarette case and holder, lighting up and leaning against the headboard before meeting Lilith's eyes again. Lilith's own eyes wandered lower, to Zelda's uncovered form. Her eyes roved over pale skin, and pink nipples, unashamedly ogling the witch. Zelda grinned, taking a long drag of her cigarette and watching Lilith's face intently. “Do you like what you see, My Queen?” she said teasingly, and Lilith's eyes finally met hers, darkened with lust.

“Stub that out.” Lilith ordered, and Zelda did as she was told. Her teasing smirk gone, and her own eyes clouded with want. “I thought I made it quite clear that formalities were unnecessary. But under the circumstances I think I can let it slide. It turns you on, doesn’t it? To worship me.” Lilith crawled out from under the duvet, pulling Zelda down into a laying position before climbing on top of her, pressing their naked forms together. Zelda let out a soft whine, and Lilith leaned down and bit her pulse point, licking the red mark she left. Zelda's slender legs wrapped around Lilith's waist, grinding up against her wantonly. “So impatient, my sweet Zelda...” Lilith teased, letting her hands glide down Zelda's body, squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple, before stroking her hand down the expanse of Zelda's stomach.

Zelda moaned, arching her back at Lilith's touch. “Please, Lilith...” she whined, her hands gripped Lilith's shoulders, manicured nails digging into soft flesh. Lilith reached Zelda's heated core, fingers stroking over slick folds, wet with need. “Is this all for me, my High Priestess?” Lilith whispered, nipping Zelda's earlobe as she continued to tease her now soaked fingers over Zelda's heat.

“All for you... My Queen...” Zelda's eyes fluttered closed, a sigh escaping her lips. Lilith's finger tip gently rubbed her clit, and Zelda shuddered. Just as Lilith readied herself to ruin the gorgeous woman below her, slick fingers moving lower, there was a swift knock at the door, and it burst open, revealing the younger Spellman Sister, her eyes immediately going wide as saucers. Lilith quickly leapt off of Zelda, bringing the duvet up to cover them both, and Zelda growled in frustration, a furious look in her eyes as she shot up into a sitting position, holding the duvet over her naked form.

“And here we have someone else with the extreme talent of showing themselves at the most inconvenient of times.” She said, glaring at her sister. “I will not be down for breakfast this morning, Hilda. I ordered out.” Hilda's face turned a bright shade of scarlet, and she muttered a sorry and bustled from the room, slamming the door in her haste.

Lilith looked to Zelda, and burst out laughing, hand snaking into auburn locks, she pulled Zelda to her and kissed her, climbing back into Zelda's lap to straddle her. “You ordered out?” She quoted incredulously, pulling away with a wide smirk on her lips. Zelda merely chuckled and kissed Lilith again, taking her hand and pushing it back down to resume its earlier ministrations.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

If you would like to could you right another soft one about madam satan/Zelda/reader. Loved Milk. :)

Here you go Anon. I tried to make it as soft as possible.

You had never realised how small your bed was until you were in the position of sharing it with two other women. The first night you hadn’t thought too much of it, so worn out from the exertion of the evening’s activities. The second night had been much the same.

Months later you had begun to realise how little space the three of you had when they slept over at your house. You were kept securely between the two witch’s bodies, in the centre of the mattress. The other two would curl around you, their limbs tangled together to hold themselves on the bed while they slept. You hadn’t realised how much of a problem is was until Zelda rolled over in the middle of the night and landed on the floor with a thump. She’d stormed out of your house to return home despite it being the middle of the night.

You figured if you wanted them to stay, to not refuse to ever set foot in your house again, you’d have to do something about the bed situation.

You hadn’t seen either Zelda or Mary for a few days, but had invited them over for dinner. You ensured the delivery van had left early in the day, spending the rest of the time assembling the furniture you had bought. You had been a ball of nervous energy until they arrived for the meal.

You listened to their snarky conversation, bouncing in your seat until they were done. As soon as they had finished you jumped up, grabbing both of their hands and dragging them up the stairs of your house.

“Someone is eager tonight,” Zelda said. You could imagine the single eyebrow raised at Mary and the answering smirk.

You kicked the bedroom door open, pushing the two other woman in. You stood behind them, bouncing on your toes while they stared into the room.

“Is there something we’re meant to be looking at?” Mary asked, turning to look at you.

“I got a new bed,” you said, your shoulders beginning to droop, “it’s way bigger.”

“Was there a problem with the other one?” Zelda asked, now also turning to look at you.

“Well… it was really small,” you said, “we didn’t all fit on it, right? So I figured it would be good if I got a bigger one, so people didn’t fall out and we could all fit and not be all over each other.”

“I like being all over you,” Zelda said, her smile turning feral.

“But you fell out last time you were here,” you said, “you stormed out.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t like being pressed up against you all night,” she said, beginning to stalk towards you, pressing you up against the doorframe, “especially when you have fewer clothes on.”

“There is something delicious about being so close to you when you’re bare to the world,” Mary said, crowding you in on the other side.

You gulped, looking between the two witches, so different in looks but with identical smiles. You were sure you were about to be eaten alive.

“I can change it back,” you squeaked.

“No reason to waste it,” Zelda said.

“Let’s put it to use,” Mary continued.

Needless to say, there was little complaining for the rest of the night.

Tags: @libellule2001

[middleagedcurves]

Just a couple of witches dancing around the house

[riverdale-caos]