The Heat of Angry Hearts

(Wilhemina Venable x Reader)

A/n: I usually don’t really write smut but I do like this one. It’s not really Dom Mina because I feel like she is definitely a Dom but can also be really passionate.

Warnings: very slight mention of arguing, Smut, Strap-On, 69 (we have too less of that)

Word count: 3,2k

The cold air in your shared apartment wrapped around you like an unwelcome blanket, stifling the warmth that usually radiated from your relationship. Wilhemina stood in the kitchen, her fiery red hair a stark contrast against the muted tones of the modern decor. The sharp lines of her strong jaw and the way she tapped her foot relentlessly on the tile gave away more than her simmering frustration. It echoed the storm brewing beneath her calm facade. Across the room sat you, curled on the sofa, staring into your mug of tea, a mix of nervous energy and regret swirling in your stomach.

You’d both said things in the heat of the moment, words that cut and left scars in an instant. Despite the chill that wrapped around the silence, both of you could feel the lingering warmth of desire buried under layers of anger. Wilhemina had always been the dominant one, her very presence commanding respect and drawing your thoughts into a prompt submission. Yet, despite the emotional distance roaring like an angry wind between you, the embers of attraction nestled deep within, whispering promises of what could come next.

“Do you ever think before you speak?” Wilhemina’s voice sliced through the silence, sharper than the knife that lay abandoned on the kitchen counter.

Your heart sank as the annoyance flared in her tone. “Mina, I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop!” she interrupted, turning her back on you, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, usually the older woman crossing the line but you knew today that was on you. “You always say you didn’t mean to, but here we are again.”

Your gaze fell to your lap. It was true, you had a tendency to speak without thinking, a byproduct of your submissive nature. It made you want to blend in, to simply seek approval and love, yet here you were, battling the walls that had sprung between you both.

After a moment, Wilhemina took a deep breath and turned back around. “I don’t want to keep arguing,” she said, this time in a softer tone that drew you in closer. “But we can’t just pretend everything’s okay.”

“I know.” The reply felt small and inadequate but true. The air was thick with unresolved tension, and you could see her resolve faltering as the breadth of her seriousness began to slip, a softness creeping in around the edges.

She stepped closer, her domination still evident but laced now with a vulnerability you rarely got to witness. “Can you at least look me in the eyes when we talk?”

You met her gaze, and the moment felt electric. The initial spark of your conflict simmered, all masked by a steady, mutual need that was hard to ignore. Your heart raced as emotions began to flicker between you. Somewhere beneath the resentment, desire pulsed, and the very sight of Wilhemina, regal and defiant, made you flush deeper.

“You know I hate it when we fight,” she said, her voice lowering, laden with a weight that contradicted the air in the room.

“I hate it too.” You meant it, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s just sometimes—”

“Sometimes what?” Wilhemina urged, stepping closer still until she was just a breath away. You could feel the warmth of her body, radiating heat against the frigid backdrop of your surroundings.

“Sometimes I just… can’t help but say what’s on my mind.” The confession hung heavily in the space between you, each heartbeat pounding louder than the last.

Wilhemina’s expression shifted, and you saw the flash of something, perhaps understanding. It melted the tension just a little. “And you need to learn to trust me to handle the conversation, I worked on it you know.” she murmured, her voice both commanding and laced with an undeniable allure.

You couldn’t help but nod, a shiver of anticipation racing up your spine as Wilhemina stepped closer, her firm hands finding your cheeks as she tilted your head gently up. The moment hung in the air, thick and tangible, as she leaned in, the heat between you both igniting the recesses of your desires.

“Come here.” She pulled closer, pressing her body against yours as her lips brushed tantalizingly against your own. It was a slow burn of emotion, and finally, the sanctity of your fight crumbled before the fire of passion that blazed anew.

Your breath mingled, and a whimper escaped you as she deepened the kiss, her tongue teasingly nudging against your lips, asking for permission to delve deeper. You surrendered, parting your lips, allowing her access, your fire igniting alongside hers. There was a rawness in the way she pulled you in, her hands tight and firm, yet laced with that familiar gentleness you’d come to crave.

“Just let it go, little one.” she murmured against your lips, her red hair cascading around your faces, enveloping you both in a cocoon of warmth. The embrace blurred the lines of conflict that had earlier kept you apart. And now, in the fervent dance of skin against skin, anger and frustration phased into something beautiful and abundant.

With a sudden shift, she turned her hold possessive, guiding you toward the bedroom with intent. The cold chill that had settled in the apartment transformed, slipping away in favor of something exquisite. You followed willingly, the irresistible pull of her dominance coaxing you every step of the way.

Once inside the sanctuary of the bedroom, Wilhemina pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “Are you ready to let me take care of you?”

All you could do was nod, and the response ignited something fierce within her. With a decisive nod, she pushed you gently down onto the bed, her body hovering over yours, eyes ablaze with a wild energy that combined your lingering anger and pure desire. “Good. Just relax and let me handle this.”

A breath caught in your throat as you succumbed to the wave of pleasure that enveloped you, radiated from her commanding presence. The fight, the lingering bitterness, melted into heated kisses more intense than any argument whispered before.

“Mina...,” you gasped as her lips kissed a blazing path from your neck to your collarbone, igniting every nerve ending in their wake, the hunger inside you building and spiraling like a wildfire.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, and you felt the vulnerability alongside the authority that radiated off her. “Just let go, little one.”

Every bite of her lips, every soft caress of her fingers, chipped away at the cold walls that had encased you, sending previously unresolved tension spiraling into sweet surrender. Your body found its rhythm beneath her guiding force, melting into submission where the fight once lived.

A different kind of warmth spread through you as the two of you melted into each other, the fierce storm outside swallowed by the raging fire within. In that moment, the world beyond dimmed and faded away, leaving nothing but the two of you, entangled in a dance that whispered of forgiveness and resounding passion.

Though you had fought fiercely, it was within that conflict, like a phoenix rising, that desire flourished. With a whisper of dominance and a touch of submission, you found yourselves again, not just as lovers but as partners ready to embrace the lingering embers together.

In a swift motion Wilhemina got off the bed, making her way to a drawer before taking something out of it and making her way back to the bed. As she turned around and you got a better view of her your eyes widen.

Wilhemina stood tall and imposing, her red hair cascading in waves down her back. She exuded an aura of strength, her sharp features softened only by the unmistakable glimmer in her dark eyes. Today, her natural dominance felt magnified, a tantalizing promise that sent shivers down your spine.

On the bed, you lay back against the plush pillows, breathing heavily in a mixture of excitement and respect. You adored the way Wilhemina commanded her space, how her very presence filled the room with an energy that was impossible to ignore. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a pressure building in the air that made your heart race.

“Get up,” Wilhemina commanded softly, though the authority in her tone sent a thrill shooting through you. There was a softness to the command, a reassurance that suggested there was nothing to fear, only pleasure awaiting them both.

Without hesitation, you obeyed, scrambling to a sitting position. “Yes, Wilhemina,” you replied breathlessly, cheeks flushing. The familiar warmth surged within you, igniting the familiar feelings of both eagerness and a hunger to please.

A sly smile graced Wilhemina’s lips and she sauntered closer, her movements deliberate and confident. “You know what I want, don’t you?” she purred, her tone low and sultry as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Yes,” you gasped, feeling a rush of excitement ripple through your body as Wilhemina straightened up, revealing the strap-on harness fastened snugly against her hips. The sight sent a wave of heat pooling in your core, igniting the familiar need that pulsed within. This was what you craved, the blend of dominance and vulnerability, raw passion intertwined with a sense of surrender.

“On your back,” Wilhemina commanded, her voice brooking no argument. There was something intoxicating about the way she issued orders, firm yet affectionate, fierce yet undeniably caring. It was a balance that resonated with the submissive core within you, who shivered with anticipation.

As you obeyed, lying back on the bed, Wilhemina climbed onto the mattress, her body looming above you. “You trust me, don’t you?” she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she locked eyes with you.

“Always,” came the breathy response, filled with a blend of trust and longing.

“Good,” Wilhemina said, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The connection felt electric, sending sparks flying through every nerve ending. Your hands tangled in the crimson tresses as she deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of sweetness wrapped in a fierce need for control.

The kiss broke, and you gazed up at Wilhemina, enthralled by the intensity simmering in those piercing brown eyes. The world beyond your bedroom faded, leaving nothing but the weight of your connection and the heat building between them.

With precise dominance, Wilhemina settled between your legs, kissing a line down your neck, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I’m going to take care of you, but you must promise to let go and indulge in the pleasure I give,” she whispered.

“I promise,” you breathed, surrendering to the exhilaration of the moment. Every fiber of your being screamed for Wilhemina to take control, to bring forth the desires that lay simmering just beneath the surface.

Wilhemina wasted no time, her hands slipping beneath your curves to tease and explore. She could feel the tension and excitement building, the urgency palpable as a soft gasp escaped your lips. The room was charged with an undeniable heat, a swirl of passion and eagerness.

With a swift motion, Wilhemina positioned the strap-on at your entrance, pausing just for a heartbeat. “Are you ready?” she asked, her eyes searching yours, seeking the unbreakable bond they had forged through trust.

“Yes, please,” came the urgent plea that spilled forth, and that was all the permission Wilhemina needed.

Slowly, she pushed in, taking her time as she filled you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady blend of stretch and depth, accompanied by the delicious sensation of bliss. “You feel so good,” Wilhemina murmured, her voice thick with hunger as she locked her gaze onto your face, cherishing every expression that crossed it.

Each thrust was powerful and measured, a rhythm the two of you had perfected over countless evenings of passionate exploration. Your bodies moved in harmony, a perfect melding of strength and vulnerability. Wilhemina lost herself in the moment, her breath mingling with your soft cries and moans.

“Just like that,” you encouraged, her body arching dangerously close to the edge of ecstasy. “More, please.”

Wilhemina responded to your plea, increasing the pace, her own breath quickening as she reveled in the power she held over your pleasure. The urgency of the moment drove you both, each thrust igniting a deeper connection, a spiral of heat that burned brightly.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” you cried out, your voice rising with the intensity of your desires, and Wilhemina responded with a fierce growl of pleasure.

Your bodies moved together, a beautiful collision of fire and love, passion spiraling further beyond the surface. The world outside faded to nothing as you both centered yourself in this shared ecstasy, where nothing else mattered but the overwhelming need to be one with each other.

As Wilhemina’s movements quickened, your bodies glistened with the evidence of your fervor and it was clear you were both nearing the precipice of release. “Cum for me” Wilhemina commanded, her voice a low, sultry whisper filled with delight, and that single phrase lit the flame within.

With a final thrust, you felt the world erupt in a kaleidoscope of sensations, your body trembling as you surrendered completely to the blissful climax that swept through your body. After you came down from your high Wilhemina leaned back against the thick cushions of your shared bed, her long hair flowing like silk over the pillows. A quiet satisfaction lingered in the air, punctuated only by the sound of your breaths mingling. The thrill of intimacy still pulsed between you two like a living thing. In that charged silence, you felt a pull toward Wilhemina, a magnetic attraction that coursed through your veins.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice soft, as she pulled herself up slightly on the pillows. The dim light caught her features just right, making her look positively radiant.

“I want to return the favor,” you replied, your heart racing. Suddenly, the weight of your words hung heavy in the air. You could feel the intoxicating blend of excitement and vulnerability welling up inside you.

Wilhemina’s lips curled into a smirk, a flicker of curiosity hinting in her gaze. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

You took a deep breath, the rush of adrenaline making your fingertips tingle. “Now…let me take care of you,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. The prospect ignited a spark within you, and the thought of you bringing Wilhemina pleasure sent a jolt of heat to your cheeks.

“Alright, then,” she said with a teasing glint in her eyes, half-laying back on the pillows, her body vast and enticing. With every moment, the air thickened with anticipation, the atmosphere crackling between you.

You moved toward her, feeling a rush of excitement churn in your stomach as you settled between her legs. Wilhemina’s breath hitched slightly when you kissed her inner thigh, the soft skin warm and inviting. You could see her body responding, tension rippling through her as you traced a gentle path upward.

“This feels good, little one.” she murmured, her voice a soft melody that echoed in the quiet space around you. You couldn't help but smile, knowing you had her trust completely. You ventured closer, inhaling her intoxicating scent, a mix of musk and something uniquely her. It was a powerful cocktail that made you dizzy with longing.

The moment your tongue met her glistening folds was electric. You felt her body tense beneath you, but just as quickly, she melted into you, hips rising to meet your soft caresses. Each flick of your tongue elicited sweet sounds from her lips, a soundtrack that propelled you further into the depths of exhilaration.

“More…” she breathed, pushing your hair back from your face. The need in her voice only fueled your determination, and you delighted in drawing her pleasure from her.

You worked your tongue expertly, swirling and teasing, taking your time. You loved the way she responded; her body writhed beneath your ministrations, a symphony of sensations as you navigated her curves with tender devotion. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in this blissful moment, a sacred oasis of intimacy.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you and urging you on, every sigh and gasp urging you to explore deeper into her. You focused your attention on her clit, persistent and determined, until you felt her body tense in that unmistakable build-up of ecstasy.

“Don’t stop,” Wilhemina gasped, her voice tight, eyes fluttering closed as she neared her peak. You could feel her body thrumming with unacknowledged energy, and you pulled away just enough to whisper, “Not planning to.”

Just then, her eyes flew open, locking onto yours with a need that made your heart race. With renewed determination, you set about coaxing her closer, licking and sucking until watchful anticipation turned into a tide of uncontrolable pleasure. You felt her body quiver before the waves of her climax rushed through her, her back arching as she cried out your name, a sound that was both sweet and affirming.

And once the delicious waves finally ebbed, you crawled up the bed to meet her gaze, both elated and flushed. Wilhemina reached for you, pulling you closer, a mischievous smile on her face. “You have no idea how amazing that was.” she whispered, her voice thick with affection and adoration.

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” you teased back, a thrum of joy racing through you. It wasn’t just the thrill of what had happened. It was something more profound, an ever-deepening bond that felt like the unearthing of hidden treasures.

With a shift of gravity, kisses began anew as the atmosphere crackled with renewed energy. You both met in a tangle of limbs, drawing close once again, eager to shed your inhibitions entirely. The positions swapped as you pulled her onto you, feeling the electric heat of her body meld against yours.

A wellspring of laughter erupted between you as the two of you maneuvered into a sixty-nine position, bodies intertwining, exploration once again at the forefront. You lost yourself in her taste, the warmth of her skin, the way she shifted and responded to your every touch. The two of you became a haven of pleasure, a secret sanctuary as you expertly returned to what you both craved.

Time ceased to exist as you found that delicate balance, giving and taking in equal measure. The room filled with sounds of joy, breathy whispers of each other’s names, a mantra of intimacy that resonated through the walls.

As you both reached that sweet, shared climax, laughter spilled into quiet satisfaction.

The room reverberated with your shared cries, the boundaries of individual selves dissolving in the heat of your union. In those moments, you were free, free to love, to explore, to surrender to the powerful currents of desire that flowed between you.

As you collapsed onto the bed, bodies intertwined and breathless, Wilhemina pulled you close, both basking in the aftermath of your passion. The feeling of satisfaction enveloped you both, grounding you in a world that had become just the two of you.

“I adore you,” Wilhemina murmured, tracing her fingers along your jawline.

“I adore you too,” came the soft response, and in the depths of love, the world outside ceased to matter, leaving only the warmth of each other’s embrace. In this heated room, your hearts rhythmically entwined, a dance of love, an unbreakable bond forged in desire.

Undercover (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You don't quite understand how you ended up playing the role of Blake's girlfriend, but your heart is too invested in the fantasy

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, swearing, mentions of alcohol

You were fucked. It was that simple. There was no other way to put it other than you were completely and utterly fucked.

“Seriously Morgan, why do I have to do it?” you demanded, despite knowing the answer.

“The unsub wants age gap lesbians,” he said, “we’ve already been over this.”

“So send JJ. She’s young and hot and amazing in the field,” you said, wheedling him, “come on, please.”

“Oh no, we’re not doing this. If you can’t handle the heat you shouldn’t be our best undercover agent,” he said.

Birthday Girl

On your 21st birthday, your friends drag you to a bar to get wasted when you decide it's a good idea to drunk-call Professor Agatha Harkness.

Word count: 3400+

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, intoxication, mentions of underage drinking, teacher x student (legal)

“One, two, three!” Wanda chants and you and your friends tap your shot glasses on the bar counter and quickly down them. 

You gasp at the burn and they laugh at you. It’s your 21st birthday and your best friends Wanda, Rio, and Natasha had dragged you out to the closest bar to get you wasted. They had all already turned 21 the year before; you were the baby in the group. 

“Fuck, that’s disgusting,” you groan. 

Break In

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: :(

A/N: How Y/n ends up moving to the compound

Warnings: blood, violence, injury, sexual assault, angst, hurt/comfort

You’d been alone for hours which wasn’t rare for your day off. It was in the middle of the week, and rarely was Wanda able to spend it with you due to her busy schedule. For this reason, you’d spent the morning cleaning the apartment and going on a walk because of how nice it was outside. You typically went grocery shopping today, but you were too tired when you returned mid-afternoon and decided to take a nap. 

You barely shut your bedroom door behind you when you hear the unmistakable sound of your front door being kicked in. Your heart jumps into your throat as you look around the room for anything that can be used as a weapon. The only one you have within reach is in the bag you take to work, and you barely have the knife in your hands when your door swings open with a loud bang.

what if she's written 'mine' on my upper thigh?

pairing: cordelia x reader w/c: 2184 warnings: general smut warnings, multiple orgasms, a general sprinkle of the kink stuff (caning, pain kink????, blindfolds, some edging), a lot of praising but not really a praise kink just our favorite witch being utterly and hopelessly in love with r, a lot of fluff and smut and all that fun stuff, soft dom!cordelia <3 summary: smut, i don't know what you want me to say a/n: remember how i said there was a distinct lack of soft dom cordelia on this website (or anywhere actually)? this is my contribution. i also rewrote this for wanda x reader but ill post that another time. anyway, i'm going to go hide my face for a while bye also happy pride month to all my fellow gays

Cordelia’s hands are gentle. Gentle as she twisted your hair into a comfortable braid. Gentle as she guided you onto the bed. Gentle as she traces over your bare skin. Gentle, gentle, gentle. Gentle, always.

If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

[ z. s & c. g ]

part 3 here

"And look who's back to us mere witches," she glances at you as you start opening your eyes, blinking a few times before you can focus on your surroundings.

You see Cordelia first. A sigh of relief slips from her mouth, she reaches out a hand to cup your cheek, then whispers a soft hello to you.

You stir and rub your eyes with the back of your hand before getting yourself to sit up. Looking around you, you soon recognize where you are, however you're still confused as to why you're occupying your Supreme's bed. "Why am I here?", you continue, then turn to find Zelda sitting right behind Cordelia, on that same mattress, "Why are you here?"

The Directrix of the Academy of Unseen Arts scoffs lightly, "As per usual, my dearest, my suspicious were well founded to begin with," despite her tone, her eyes can't lie to you. She has been worried sick about you. You spot her crystal eyes moist with tears, her posture, however, remains stiff and composed.

Squinting your eyes, you wonder out loud, "whatever do you mean?"

"You fainted, sweetheart," it's Cordelia's voice now.

"I .. I did?", you stammer, there's genuine confusion in your eyes.

"We were at the greenhouse, remember?", she continues, voice small and hesitant, almost fearful.

You nod reluctantly, everything slowly comes back together, "yes, I do," you grimace, feeling guilty about it. You had messed up. You thought you could have controlled your exhaustion, but how wrong you were. "What time is it? I missed the class, didn't I?", resignation veils your voice.

You hear Zelda groan. She is probably struggling to keep herself from rolling her eyes at your priorities.

Cordelia gives you a weak smile, "Celeste, will you acknowledge for a moment that your health is more important than missing a couple of classes?", her voice comes out both soft and firm at the same time. You make a face at that, "I guess," you say tentatively, making the Supreme sigh and chuckle at the same time. What else could she expect from you, little stubborn witch?

"How are you feeling?", she questions, like it's the sole thing that truly matters.

You crack a small smile, rolling your shoulders, "I'm feeling fine... better actually," you turn to face the redhead whose eyes have never left yours from the moment you woke up. Seems like she is studying you, to be sure she can really trust your words.

She hums contentedly, "Praise Lilith, Cordelia was there for you" she murmurs, causing Cordelia's cheeks to turn crimson, "I did nothing special," with a wave of her hand, she tries to downplay what she has done for you.

"Or at least, what I did for her you'd have done as well," she points out confidently, eyes boring into Zelda's, before moving down to her red lips. You feel some electricity prickling over your skin as it happens.

Is that sexual tension going on between them?

You find yourself swallow thickly, trying to control your own arousal for being close to the only two witches you had an immense crush for.

"Maybe, maybe not," she chants, teasingly. "Celeste has been testing my patience lately, hasn't she?"

You hum amusedly, "Just because she didn't do as you pleased," you retort, with the same tone as hers.

Cordelia can't help the small smirk playing out on her face, while Zelda tilts her head to the side, deep down enjoying the way you stand up to her. That's one of the things she absolutely loved about you, however, she would never dare to say. "Many things would have been avoided if she hadn't been so stubborn," she continues, eyeing Cordelia.

"You know I'm right here, right?" you annoyingly wave your fingers up to their faces. Your Supreme smirks, whereas Zelda swaps your hand away.

"I believe I deserve an explanation as to why you're so unwilling to listen me," she starts, with a biting tone, "which is quite surreal, considering Cordelia's last findings," she lets the last part of the comment slip her lips without much thinking.

The Supreme's eyes open wide at that, her face loses color, "Zelda...", her voice comes out in a low hiss.

Your eyebrows meet in a confused frown, "What are you talking about?"

"I think it's your place to tell, isn't it, Cordelia?", the redhead inquires.

The Supreme suddenly feels her stomach drop, "I-I...", inhaling sharply, you turn to face her, looking completely befuddled.

"What is going on?"

"I did something, earlier. Something I shouldn't have done, that I promised myself to never do," her voice breaks slightly which only adds to your confusion. What could she possibly have done to feel so distressed with herself? So guilty even? "And I'm so sorry, I truly am. You have to believe that."

You want to reassure her because whatever she did, couldn't be that bad. Or so you hoped. She could never hurt you, not your Cordelia. Right?

"I don't understand, Dee," when you use her pet name, her heart crashes a little more, "What's worrying you so much?", when you smile at her, she feels worse.

Zelda hums softly, as she glances at the Supreme out of the corner of her eye, "Now, now, enough with self-pity. I'm sure Celeste will understand," she racks her fingers through Cordelia's hair, in the hope to reassure her. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, however, she cracks a small smile when you give her an encouraging nod of your head.

"When you were feeling... lightheaded, I-I got worried," she starts quietly, "You wouldn't tell me what was going on, so I took advantage of that moment of weakness to find out myself."

The room falls in a silence for what seems to be an eternity. White spots dance before your eyes, making you feel dizzy once again. You keep your eyes on her, dazed and bewildered, wondering if she is referring to what you hoped she wasn't referring.

"I don't like the sound of that," your voice stutters with uncertainty.

"I'm not proud of what I did," she looks at your trembling hands, as you take a hold on her bedsheets. "I didn't mean to dig that deep, but those images were literally everything I could see. Your head was all about it. I couldn't avoid it, so I let it envelope me", you straighten your position, tensing up.

Cordelia notices the pain in your eyes, and she sniffles once.

You don't even look at her.

Suddenly you feel so ashamed, that you only wish to disappear.

"Y-you read my mind," it wasn't a question, you somehow knew already.

Cordelia bites her lip to keep it from wobbling, "I'm so sorry, I know I shouldn't have—"

Zelda remains silent, however she feels how the information is quickly upsetting you. Her stomach churns when you stay quiet for a moment, without allowing each of them a single look of your eyes. She sees your legs moving underneath the bedsheets, alerting her of your next intentions. The panic that washed over her the moment Cordelia had told her about you fainting earlier that morning comes back at once.

"I have to go," you mutter nervously, "I need a change of air."

Cordelia stares at you in shock, quickly glancing over Zelda, for help.

"Oh, absolutely not, you young witch," despite her tone, she hated how vulnerable that situation was making her feel. Tears begin to well up, but she keeps down from falling.

You scoff in disbelief because she was doing it again, telling you what to do, and Hell was it infuriating to a fault, "Zelda..."

"You're staying here, and for once, you will listen," she finally finds the heart to snap at you, her heart pounding mercilessly at the possibility of having you slip away from her a second time.

"I'm rather upset right now, and I'm really not in the mood for a fight," you state calmly, keeping your eyes from Cordelia.

"Then, don't start it," Zelda remarks before Cordelia can say anything, "I was upset too when you didn't listen to me this morning, and did you care about that?"

You groan, knowing she had a point. But this. What Cordelia did, whatever she shared with Zelda was different.

"Celeste, please, let's talk about this," Cordelia murmurs softly, voice thick with tears, that she is trying to hold back.

"Talk about what?," you ask stubbornly. Rolling your shoulders, you finally look up at her, feeling both exposed and helpless, "You already know everything and probably Zelda does too."

When she doesn't deny it, you let out an exasperated groan.

"Babygirl, I needed answers that you wouldn't give away. What else was I supposed to do?", she looks at Zelda, who's nodding her head solemnly.

So they had an agreement, you thought to yourself, "I need a cigarette."

"Excuse me?", she frowns at you, whereas Zelda can't hide her smirk, "Since when do you smoke?"

"I don't but I can start," you respond bluntly, almost careless.

"No!" Cordelia says, irritated by the sudden change of topic.

"Don't act like Zelda now. It doesn't suit you," you bite back. You didn't mean to sound harsh, but you were hurt, and you spoke before you could help yourself.

Once again, the hurt in Cordelia's brown eyes is evident. However, she doesn't say anything. The things you're saying are driven by your actual feelings.

"Celeste, that's quite enough now," Zelda interjects, both softly and firmly. She reaches out for your shoulder, offering you a squeeze, as to take you back to your senses. Looking up at her, you spot a frown on her face.

You sigh, before running a hand through your hair, "I'm sorry," you mutter, before capturing your wobbling lip between your teeth.

Cordelia gives you a small smile through her tears. She tugs a strand of hair behind your head, making you finally look into her eyes, "It's alright. You're upset, I understand."

"You probably think I'm an idiot," you trail off, bitterly.

"Not even closely," if only had you let her explain herself, you wouldn't be saying such things right now.

You say nothing. There's not much to add at this point. They wanted to talk, so it was probably up to them to start the conversation. You don't know what's to be expected. Honestly for someone like you it's always easier to flee away when a problem shows up. But they wouldn't let you, obviously. If Cordelia read your mind, it meant that your feelings were exposed. What would happen now? Would you need to leave both Covens? That's the conversation you were about to endure? You feel your stomach in knots, keeping your eyes down on your hands. You can't even look at them, right now. What if they are disgusted by you? You couldn't bear that.

"Are you done tormenting yourself with those silly thoughts?"

Your eyes snap wide open again, "Are you seriously reading my mind again, Cordelia?"

"No, but I know you," she lightly shakes her head, chuckling softly, "Your facial expressions. Your aura. You're thinking the worst, aren't you?", she leans forward to reach for you, and you let her do it when her hand cups your cheek.

"Shouldn't I?"

Cordelia pauses, then turns to face Zelda, who answers before she can, "No, you shouldn't." She feels her face flush redder, her attempt to keep composed, soon fails when your doe eyes dive into hers for an explanation.

She feels like she could give you the world, if only had you asked. That's something Zelda has never fully understood. She squeezes her eyes close for a moment, as she masters the courage to spill out the truth. She loved Cordelia but the blonde witch was wandering all around it, making her lose her mind.

"I love you," she manages, her voice comes out so thin, she isn't sure she has spoken at all.

"We both love you," Cordelia adds searching for your eyes.

You look between the two of them quizzically.

"Don't make me repeat myself, you heard me," she mutters, trying to keep at bay the vulnerability and exasperation out of her voice. She could use a cigarette now.

"That's what we have been trying to tell you," Cordelia coos softly. You see small tears brimming in her eyes, making you purse your lips. "We know now you feel the same way, that's why I was hoping you'd... forgive me and her to find a way to work things out...", she says quietly, hope in her tone.

You feel your heartbeat go faster, your hands turning clammy, "Wait— you? Both of you?"

The Supreme gives you a nod of her head, and so does Zelda. The blonde witch puts her hands on your hips, offering you a gentle squeeze, with her thumbs. Your own skin feels on fire.

"I've been since you stepped foot at the Academy, challenged Michael and fought side by side with me, Zelda and the other witches," a small smile spreads over your face. You remember those days. It's when you started to develop feelings for her as well. At the right place, but at the wrong time, considering the circumstances.

"That's when you offered to join the Academy as teacher, I couldn't say no," she sniffles, wiping away a few tears that have slipped from her eyes.

"I offered for the same reason," you confess shyly, "My feelings were... confusing me, because I felt drawn to you, but also to Zelda."

"You wanted to figure out where your heart belonged," the Supreme guesses, while Zelda remains quiet. She knew this all along, or at least she suspected it. The Supreme, after all, was endowed with a particular charm that had lured her as well.

"Only to realized it belonged to both," she later adds, in such a gentle tone, you feel like crying. You look up at the redhead, with red, puffy eyes as you nod your head.

Zelda's heart breaks at the sight of your tears, "Oh, Celeste, my sweet Celeste," she rubs some small circles on your cheek with her thumb, "Let me tell you something," when both you and Cordelia stay silent, their eyes focused on the redhead, she goes on, "before meeting you, I hardly let anyone in. My sister Hilda, Ambrose.. and Sabrina... anyone that has known me, before you coming along can confirm that," Cordelia grasps her hand in hers, gently rubbing circles over her knuckles, "I didn't know anything about love, neither was I interested in it. It appeared frivolous and risky. A distraction and nothing more," she continues, shutting her eyes to prevent tears from falling, "That's why when I got married to Faustus Blackwood, it was only to seek my own glory. It wasn't for love, but for power. With you, and Cordelia, however, I came to understand a different facet of relationships, and I must say, I'm quite fond of that," there's nothing but sincerity in Zelda's tone and it moves you from within. When she reopens her eyes, you see them shine.

Your lips part lightly, however, no sound comes out for at least five seconds, "I really don't know what to say, I'm— I can't believe this," you don't even realize you're crying until you feel Zelda's fingers wipe under your eyes and your cheeks. A tentative, hopeful smile starts to spread across your face, "Why haven't you two said anything before? Why holding back?"

"We could ask you the same question now, couldn't we?", Zelda dares to say. You can't help but chuckle. Honestly, each and every battle fought against Zelda Spellman was a losing game.

"We didn't want to take any risks, scare you off, or worse, lose you..." Cordelia moves her free hand towards your, tentatively lacing your fingers together. "We wanted to be sure it was safe to tell you."

"You really thought I wouldn't reciprocate your feelings? Sweet Lilith, you're the most amazing witches I've ever met in my life! The real question is, why me?"

"No need to be humble now, babygirl. You sure know your worth, you proved it countless of times."

Your practically beaming now. That pet name is really sending you wild butterflies all over your stomach.

"But we aren't only speaking in terms of magic skills. You're a wonderful person, a beautiful, witty and funny witch. The third side to our triangle," Cordelia brings your clasped hands up to her face, leaving a sweet kiss over your knuckles.

You want to squeal in delight, kick your feet, but you manage to stay compose. You send a silent prayer to the mother of demons for having granted you the strength.

"And you very well know what the triangle means in sacred geometry, am I right?", Zelda questions, looking at you with an amused smirk upon her lips.

You hum, feeling the answer on the tip of your tongue, "Harmony, balance and feminine passion," you grin, looking at Zelda for approval, as if you were back to your school days.

You giggle softly, when Zelda playfully ruffles your hair, "That's our good girl," her praise sends you a tingle down your abdomen.

"How do you feel about... trying things out?", Cordelia suggests, moving her hand to cup your chin.

"You mean, us three?", you swallow thickly, "As... partners?"

"If it's something you desire too, yes," you look at both women, trying to find a sign that would tell you that everything around you was truly happening. You see honesty in their eyes, genuine interest and something else too. Lust maybe, desire. But on top of that, all you see is love.

You feel like you're magnetically pulled towards the two of them, and your throat goes suddenly dry, as you speak, "Yes, I do. I really do."

Cordelia leans over to you, and winks, "wonderful," she coos before kissing the tip of your nose, then the corner of your mouth, "isn't it, love?", she asks Zelda, before peppering another kiss on your chin.

You feel like you're turning into a puddle.

Zelda cracks a coy smile, as she pushes at your shoulder to make you fall back onto the mattress, "Indeed," making you squeal in surprise.

Zelda takes her sweet time to look into your eyes, to make sure you are feeling comfortable. In the meantime, the Supreme lays down at your side, on her stomach. You feel her lips kissing your shoulder, whereas the Directrix guides your face to the side, her thumb brushes over your smooth cheek and down your neck.

Then she ducks her head, and first thing you feel is her hair tickling your shoulders and face. You bite back a chuckle, and the two witches share an amused glance, "My, my, someone is sensitive, I see?", she teases, before leaving a wet line over your neck, "Delicious."

You shiver and suck in a shaky breath. You wonder what happened to your voice, because all you can manage to breath out are gasps and choked moans.

Cordelia kisses the top of your head, "Is this okay, love?"

You nod breathlessly.

"Use your words, little witch," Zelda beams down at you.

"It is. It's more than okay," you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling her hands hovering over your sides and stomach. You close them because you're scared they would see the lust in your eyes, how much darker they have just turned.

"What do you want, darling?", the redhead feels mesmerized by the sweet vulnerability of your body.

"I want you. Both of you," your voice comes out whispered, but you silently praise yourself for having voiced your needs.

"Did you hear her?", Zelda eyes Cordelia, with an arched brow. She hums.

She adjusts herself properly above you, her thighs securing your hips, so that you can't go anywhere. Not that you would at this point.

"Asking so nicely too," the Supreme adds, before burying her face in the crook of your neck, hungrily kissing, and sucking on your warm skin.

You forget how to breath for a moment, and your mouth falls partially agape at how nice it feels to be worshipped by them.

Zelda's hands wander over your skin, slipping under that useless shirt you're wearing. She can't look away, having never seen you that way, she is desperate to uncover more. She helps you take your top off, before throwing it on the floor. Then, she bows down to pepper a trail of hungry kisses all over your stomach and in between your breasts. In the meantime, Cordelia pulls herself up and captures your lips in a heated kiss, "You're so beautiful," she whispers in your mouth.

You feel brave enough to move the tip of your tongue over her bottom lip. She chuckles then sucks lightly on it, wanting to taste you and feeling you as much as possible. Your muscles twitch and your breathing quickens at the sensuality of her kisses, mingled with Zelda's. You feel like losing it, when the redhead starts to worship your navel; she flicks her tongue out gently lapping it.

"Praise Lilith," you let out a chocked moan, as you clasp the bedsheets into fists. Cordelia and Zelda share a glance, the extreme reverence in your voice makes them go ravenous.

"My girl," Zelda mutters hotly, while nibbling and licking the skin on your stomach.

"Our girl," the Supreme bites back, causing both you and the redhead to let out a low chuckle, "the sooner you learn to share, the better."

"I'll see what I can do," she teases her, placing both her hands to your hips, dangerously close to the side hinge of your skirt.

"Can we take this off, darling?", you take a moment to swallow and catch a breath, before rotating your hips towards her.

"Please," a blush rises over your cheeks.

You catch the mischievous twinkle in their eyes, as they both smirk down at you. Zelda's experienced fingers easily glide the skirt down your legs, her face grows redder as she takes a moment to take a look at your bright pink panties, slightly darker in the middle. She sends a silent prayer to whoever goddess of the night made it possible for her to stand just where she is right now. She crawls a little further back, her hands spread your thighs a little more, exposing you to their fun even more. Both witches are so turned on, they can feel their own wetness in between their legs.

"Please, please, please," you breathe out, hoarsely.

"Please, what?", Cordelia bows her head and start kissing between your breasts. Then with a snap of her fingers, your bra suddenly disappears, exposing your perfectly hard nipples.

"Fuck me."

You miss the devious smile that spread across both faces as you're too focused on not passing out once again. And while Zelda's fingers gently stroke your slit up and down, the Supreme takes your nipple in her mouth, sucking on it, before pulling it out with a loud pop.

"With immense pleasure," the redhead murmurs, as she buries her face in between your already shaky legs.

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If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

[ z. s & c. g ]

Part 2 here

Zelda's lashes flutter lazily, as she takes a long sigh. Her mind, for some reason, can't really focus on the things she is supposed to do. She can't help herself but think about the things she said to you and the way you stormed out the house, without a proper bye as you normally do. Zelda didn't mean to sound harsh in your regards; however, when it's about protecting those she loves, she knows she can be a fierce, a thorn in the side for some. Her sister Hilda surely knew something about that, considering all the time she had been killed by her on a whim.

When the phone rings, she is glad to give her mind a break, "Academy of Unseen Arts, this is Directrix Zelda Spellman", she greets, while absently playing with the chord, "How may I assist you?"

"I actually know a couple of ways."

Zelda recognizes the Supreme's voice on the other end of the line and her posture relaxes, "Missing me already?" a lopsided grin rapidly finds her way through her perfectly red lips.

Cordelia hums positively, while leaning against the wall behind her, then adds, "I'm calling for our common matter," she trails off, her eyes firmly settled on you, as you sleep soundly in her bed. Memories of what happened earlier at the greenhouse cause her to suck in a breath, that doesn't go unnoticed by the headmistress of the Academy of Unseen Arts.

"Celeste," Zelda mutters under her breath, hoping nothing bad has happened to you in her absence. However, there's a little voice inside her head telling her exactly the opposite.

Cordelia hums again, "I'm afraid so."

Zelda merely rolls her eyes, "What has she done now?"

Her eyes burn with mixed feelings, as a whirlwind of thoughts, as per usual, make her focus on the worst-case scenarios.

Cordelia giggles softly, she can easily imagine the daggers that Zelda is throwing at whatever is in front of her sight, "No drama, so to speak," she promises, however, there is indeed something to talk about, "She passed out from exhaustion before."

Zelda's eyes fall close for a second. She huffs quietly, before a bitter smile comes gracing upon her now tense features, "That witch," she drawls out in an exasperated tone. Even if she sounds mad at you, she is first of all mad at herself. First instinct for a witch like Zelda is to blame herself, for not having been suasive enough to convince Celeste to stay home that day.  

"You were right to worry", Cordelia adds, nervously racking her fingertips through her hair, "But she is fine now, all she needs is proper rest for a while."

"It’s incredible how exhausting it is to be right all the time," ss she speaks, Zelda grabs herself a cigarette, before placing it between her lips with shaky fingers.

She hears Cordelia giggle at her admission, before muttering a sarcastic, "Oh, I wouldn't know about that."

With the help of her magic, she lights it up and gives a long drag, before speaking again, "She better listen to me this time or else," she argues, making it clear that this time there wouldn't have been no room for pushback, "Where is she now? Let me speak to her."

"I'm afraid this isn't a good moment. She is sleeping like an infant," a warm, amused smile tugs at the Supreme's lips, "I gave her a magic serum to help with that."

Zelda nods slowly, her mind, though, races to make a plan to cover your classes at the Academy for at least the upcoming week. Along with that, she knows she can't stay in Greendale whereas you're in New Orleans, the desire to see you and be close to you, despite Cordelia assuring her you were fine, was too strong to avoid.

"Is she hurt in any way?", her voice comes out both husky and low.

The Supreme's gaze softens, recognizing concern in Zelda's voice, "Anything that a good rest can't fix," she approaches close to you, eyes brimming as much as Zelda's. "Probably only her pride is wounded," she jokes, hoping to elicit a giggle out of Zelda.

The redhead hums, a brief smile tugs at her lips. It's sincere, however, she still can't completely relax, considering she hasn’t seen you yet.

"She'd do and say anything not to admit she needs help."

Cordelia's eyes glimmer with mischievousness, "that actually reminds me of someone I know," she teases playfully.

Zelda scoffs, "Shut it now, Cordelia," something flickers across the redhead's face. An emotion, more than an annoyance. She had grown fond of the Supreme around the same time as you did, while joining forces against Michael, Lucifer's illegitimate child. She thought of it as a mere crush at first, it wasn't strange for witches, especially those of the Church of Night, to feel lust and lasciviousness inside, however, having known you for longer had made a difference in her way of thinking. She came to understand that what she felt wasn't a simple physical attraction, but a deeper connection, that she knew existed between the two of you too.

"She is a tough one, just like you, and once she sets her mind on something, it's set for good," Cordelia speaks again, pulling her out of her own thoughts.

The Directrix inhales a long drag of cigarette and resettles more comfortably into her chair, "Just like my sweet Sabrina," her voice is filled with emotion and longing as she mutters her name. Cordelia smiles sadly. A crease forms in between her brows, having heard of the tragedy that befell on the Spellmans' family.

"You'd be surprised to know how hard has become for me to tell her no."

Cordelia arches an eyebrow at that, "What are you talking about? You always say no to Celeste, she just doesn't listen to you," she remarks amusedly.

Zelda has to hide a smile while flicking ash off of her cigarette into a chinaware, "She needs to listen more and talk less."

"She wouldn't be our Celeste then, would she?", the Supreme points out, with a grin.

"I guess you're right," Zelda replies, as she moistens her lips with her tongue.

You hum in your sleep, lightly furrowing your eyebrows. A moment of silence follows, the Supreme almost holds her breath to not disturb your so needed sleep, "I think she gets occasional headaches still," she hums, crinkling her nose in thought. Zelda puts away her cigarette, feeling her anxiety boiling up once again, "What do you mean? I thought she was sleeping," she retorts, with a frown.

"She is," she mutters softly, gently stroking your forehead with her fingertips. You're warm, but you don't have a fever, "I know a spell that can help with that," Zelda pauses, biting her bottom lip, "Go ahead, I'll join you from here to make it more effective."

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The two witches mutter the incantation for three times in a row, and praise Lilith, it quickly does its job. Your features relax once again, and your cheeks regain some color once again.

A smile of relief graces upon Cordelia's face, "Much better now," she coos, gently tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

Zelda opens her mouth to respond, but the Supreme precedes her, "Love, there's something else I need to tell you."

A crease appears on the elder's forehead, "What is it?"

"I...", Cordelia's lips stir in a thin line, as she masters the courage to confess to Zelda what she has done. That being only one part of the big news in store for her. "I'd like to talk to you in person, if you don't mind, " and before Zelda can question her more, she continues, "It's not necessarily a bad thing, so don't worry."

"You know today is becoming quite a challenge not to," she huffs sarcastically, causing Cordelia to chuckle. "You're right, but it will get better as the day progresses, I'm sure of it," she admits. She combs her fingers into your hair, a soft loving expression gracing upon her features as she looks at you, clinging to her sheets. She couldn't wait to lay herself in that same bed and inhaling your scent, that would have lulled her to sleep. Her cheeks turned crimson at the thought.

"Zelds?"

"Yes, dear?"

Cordelia breathes in and out slowly, "I love her," she confesses, in a faint whisper. Her eyes well up with tears, burning drops that she yet has to shed. Zelda nods softly, she knew that about Cordelia already. They had talked about it, about being both attracted to you, along with being attracted to one another. However, they yet had to confess it to you.

 "I know, darling," she coos.

Cordelia swallows back the lump forming in her throat.

"I just love her so much," she continues, "I think...", she stutters, "she deserves to know. We need to tell her," a certain urgency fills her voice as she speaks. Maybe it had been the fear of seeing you pass out in her arms to make her speak that way, or maybe the desire to have you in her arms whatever she felt like it. Zelda couldn't know. However, she could relate. She wanted the exact same thing, but she was also afraid of a possible reject. A single tear slides down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it with the back of her hand.

"We shouldn't act impulsively."

"No," Cordelia gritters out, "However, I feel this is the right time," she eyes you carefully, as a new determination rises through her.

"I'm texting my sister Hilda as we speak. I'll be there in a few. Wait for me, before... doing anything."

"I promise," the Supreme nods quietly at that. She immediately feels a wave of relief wash over her. Honestly it would have terrified her to confess her feelings without the other witch present by her side.

After a small pause, Zelda adds in a husk tone, "You know I feel the same, don't you?"

Cordelia's smile grows ear to ear, "I know, silly."

Zelda rolls her eyes at the pet name the Supreme has just used. However, it makes her smile, because it feels personal, filled with an affection that her heart seeks on a daily basis.

"Hilda will be here shortly," she later informs Cordelia, "I'll teleport in your room if it's okay to you."

Cordelia playfully rolls her eyes at the sudden formality performed by Zelda and a huff escape from her lips, "Just hurry up, please."

The Directrix of the Academy of Unseen Arts tries to hide the content smile that has just appeared on her face. Humming softly, she seals the promise with a whispered "I will", then, she ends the call.

•

"Can I get you something? A calming tea to help you soothe your nerves?"

Zelda finds herself scoffing slightly, as per usual she takes that offering, not for what it is, a simple nice gesture, but as a subtle way to address to her fragile frame of mind, "My nerves are perfectly fine, however, I can't say the same about yours."

"Yeah, right— I'm sorry," lightly shaking her head, the Supreme lets out a sigh, "She just scared me."

"I can imagine," Zelda hums in thought. The two witches fade into silence for a while, "It must have not been pleasant," she later adds, as she reconsiders the Cordelia's offer, regarding the tea.

"Not in the slightest, no," she adds, lowly.

Zelda can feel the tension lingering in the air. Her eyes settle on you for a moment, before looking back at the Supreme, whose mind appears to be elsewhere. Something gnaws at her chest, something she can't quite place yet.

"Cordelia," she starts with in a low tone, "I'm here with both of you. And everything is okay, just how you told me on the phone."

Cordelia nods, offering her a brief glance.

"What did you give her?", she clasps one of the Supreme's hand in the hope to give her some comfort.

"Essence of mauve, natural herbs and a little magic. The potion is meant to make the person sleep for as long as the body needs."

"It's gonna take a while then," Zelda teases with coy smile, making the blonde witch chuckle, "Cordelia, she can't do this anymore. It's unhealthy," she later adds in a more serious tone.

The Supreme knew this conversation had to be done and she also knew that the Directrix had all the rights to think of it that way. Her eyes flash with both hurt and disappointment. The possibility to not have you around for a while caused a deep pain to take roots inside her chest.

"I thought it would work; I really did. Transmutation alone seizes a lot of energy and covering a distance like this — is like asking a toddler to go perform an exorcism. It's too much."

Cordelia's mouth goes dry, "I know, Zelda. I'm aware of that," her hand slip out of Zelda's grasp, as she takes small steps towards you once again. The redhead follows right up and takes a seat at the end of the mattress right next to Cordelia who's still standing next to you. "And I'm so sorry I didn't notice before. I should have never suggested this in the first place," guilt gnaws at her chest as she speaks.

Zelda sighs softly, "We both know why you did that, and why I allowed it," she prompts the younger with to sit next to her with a flick of her finger.

"As if she needed your permission," Cordelia playfully rolls her eyes and obliges, "Not everything is about you, Zelda."

"Oh but it is," she retorts with a smug smile, "It also is. And I'm sure you agree with me, don't you?", she gently pushes a strand of hair from her face, making the Supreme's cheeks turn crimson.

"She has a soft spot for you," the Supreme's lips quirk upwards.

"And for you," Zelda adds, "You should have seen her this morning, so determined to come to you despite feeling unwell," the smile on Cordelia's face fades and turns into a frown.

"I've something else to tell you," Cordelia directs her gaze towards you slowly. Her hand reaches out to touch your arm, who's hidden under the bedsheets.

"You seem concerned," Zelda states bluntly.

"I did something I'm not quite fond of," her voice wavers a bit on the last word, "Celeste wouldn't tell me what was happening to her. I sat and watched her hands tremble, her gaze going blank," she sucks in a shaky breath, her heart clenching in her chest.

Panic begins to rise in Zelda's chest.

"Oh, darling," a hand wraps Cordelia's waist, pulling her closer to her side, "Whatever you did can't be that bad now, can it?", she turns towards her, and sees Cordelia's bottom lip wobble. She sniffles and lightly shakes her head as if she was struggling against herself. A part of her was telling her that she did the right thing, whereas the other was tormenting her for the choice she made, "I had to do something, I only wanted to know what she was hiding from me and from you, but then I couldn't help myself, I couldn't hold back, and dug deeper and deeper."

"Whatever do you mean?", Zelda frowns. She felt like she could use a cigarette, but she resisted for both your sake and Cordelia's.

"I read her mind," she whispers, eyes moist with tears, "her thoughts, her deepest desires. Everything."

"You did — what?"

Zelda wasn't expecting that. Her eyes snap wide open in utter disbelief. That was something she never expected the Supreme could do, considering it goes against her ethics and beliefs. However, she also acknowledges that for those you love, you're prone to break a rule or two. Truth be told, Zelda would tear Hell apart if it meant to protect her family, Cordelia or you.

"I had no other choice, and the worst part is that I'm not even sorry for that. I have no remorse because... because—" she recalls vividly everything she has felt and witnessed through your heart.

Zelda opens her mouth to say something, but Cordelia beats her to it, "I'm so happy, Zelda," she breaths out, turning completely towards her.

"I still don't understand," the redhead witch blinks in disbelief.

Cordelia cups Zelda's cheeks then, leaning further closer to the elder witch. Her heart stops only to restart at a breakneck speed. Her eyes fall on Cordelia's mouth as her teeth casually start nibbling on her bottom lip. She inhales sharply, her pupils grow darker with lust.

"Celeste is in love with us," a couple of tears fall from her eyes, when Cordelia whispers those magic words against Zelda's agape mouth.

She shudders. Cordelia grasps a single tear that has just slipped Zelda's eye, before wrapping her arms around her waist.

At once, she is a bunch of nerves, both shocked and incredulous. She feels like it's her turn to collapse, but Cordelia holds her. That will surely change everything.

If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

[ z. s & c. g ]

part 1 here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Awesome," you reply awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wise girl," she praises against your lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I came here to fix my car (not my heart) - Billie Dean Howard

a/n: this is something completely different to what i’ve written before and much longer than my other fics so i really hope you like it

prompt: billies car broke down and her usual mechanic is out of town. they recommended your place

cw: very suggestive throughout, passing out, billies being dramatic.

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Word count: 3174

Drunken Confessions

Requested by alluringvanity on wattpad :"the reader is a student at robichaux's academy and one night after a partying she's drunk and reveals her dark past (abuse) to cordelia."

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 1400

Warning: Mention of abuse and abusive parents

You were walking down the street, drenched from the rain that was pouring down, hard. You knew you were close to the academy but you could hardly tell from your blurry vision due to both the tears and alcohol.

You didn't really get emotional when you drank so you couldn't blame it on the alcohol. It was what happened at the party that had made you so upset.

Wasteland

Paring: Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Words: 2,253

Warnings: none? But let me know if there’s anything I should add.

Notes: I am working nights. Not sure if my brain is working 🥲.

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x reader

Word count: 1500

Requested by @stayevildarling

Sweater Weather

Request by anon: hii !! i love ur writing sm,, if ur taking requests could you maybe do a wee fluffy oneshot type thing abt reader getting caught stealing delias clothes (or the other way round 😎)

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 900

It wasn't everyday that Cordelia was out for a council meeting. But when she was, you missed her terribly. You’ve always been close with Cordelia, since the moment you stepped foot in the academy. You both just clicked. And when she left, it really did make you feel so alone in a house full of girls. Now that you were dating her, it only made it worse when she left.

The girls never fail to mention how you're both attached to the hip. And you couldn't say that you disagree with them. That's why, being separated for even a few days made you feel like the other half of you has been ripped off.