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madamwolfe · 2 years

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Everything will be alright (Zelda x fem!reader)

Well, here it is. Thoughts turned into a fic.

Summary: Reader has startling news for Zelda, which could bring them both more happiness that they would've thought possible. (Some angst, then fluff)

PS. these things always end up WAY longer than I initially thought...

Enjoy!

Everything will be alright

You stood in Greendale, facing the Academy of Unseen Arts, feeling positively sick. Upon entering this door there would be no going back. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you pushed the double doors open. It hadn’t changed much since you visited last, perhaps half a decade ago, visiting Zelda. Your love affair with her had lasted for centuries, meeting once a few years. Seeing her always led to fireworks, in all the best of ways. It had always been easy with Zelda; she could be herself around you; and you around her.

The last time you had seen her, however, something was different. There was an urgency to her, as though seeing you was a remedy to whatever struggle she fought. You didn’t ask questions, you simply were. You were there for her in whatever capacity she needed, whether it was intimacy or a listening ear. And this time, after seeing her, had left you wanting more, too. Wanting her; the moment she stepped outside your house, you felt cold, missing her warmth. It was more than that though, a physical change you couldn’t explain. It had led you to seek healers world-wide, seeking an explanation. To state that the answer was unimaginable, was the understatement of the century. Thus, here you were, walking up the stairs to the chambers of the Directrix, to tell her something even you had difficulty to understand.

Knocking tentatively, you entered.

“I said I did not want to be disturbed, Hil-“. Her stern voice broke off as she lifted her gaze, removing her glasses.

Zelda was as stunningly beautiful as ever, her auburn hair shining in the afternoon sun. Her gaze softened as she met your eyes, searching, “Y/n?” She rose, stepping around her desk to meet you. “This is a pleasant surprise.” She husked as she moved closer to embrace you. As she placed her arms around your frame, you knew she could tell something was different. Felt it against her. She slowly let go, her eyes travelling down to your abdomen. Her face stiffened, the warmth you knew so well, faded.

Your heart sank.

“The child is yours. Ours, Zelda.” You said, feigning conviction.

Zelda scoffed, “That’s impossible.” She turned, finding her seat behind her desk once more, establishing a physical barrier between you.

Though saddened, you had anticipated this, “I understand that you’ll need some time.” You paused, drawing your coat closer to you in an attempt at hiding the slight swell of your stomach, “I’m staying at the Inn, close to town, once you’re ready to talk.” You finished in a statement, that she would, at some point be ready. Zelda didn’t respond, so you turned and left her office.

You were so consumed with your own thoughts that you didn’t look ahead, bumping into someone, “Y/n!” Hilda’s surprised voice shook you from your thoughts.

With some effort, you smiled at her, “Hello, Hilda.”

Hilda considered you for a moment, looking at the entrance of Zelda’s office, and back at you, before seemingly connecting the dots.

“Come on, dear, I’ll make us a nice cup of tea.”

Sipping tea in Hilda’s drawing room, seemed to lift some of the fog from your mind. So, you told Hilda everything. Of your surprise at discovering your pregnancy, thinking it impossible, as the last person you’d been with was Zelda, a woman. You told her of your travels across the continents to meet healers, to offer an explanation. To your great astonishment, they had all said the same. A pregnancy such as this was not impossible, but exceedingly rare. Only the most powerful magic of the realms could have led to it. Love.

Hilda drank her tea calmly, seeming not at all surprised at everything that you’d just said. Setting down her cup, she looked up at you, “Y/n, darling, I could have told you that.”

You sighed, “Yes, but I needed to be sure. To find out for myself. At least before coming here and confronting Zelda.”

Hilda leaned across the table and took your hand, giving at a reassuring squeeze, “Zelda will come around, she’s a midwife, she knows it’s possible. You know how she is, she just needs some time.”

“You’re right, Hilda. She will get the time she needs.” You rose from your chair, thanking her for the tea, and walked towards the door.

“After all,” Hilda said, “She loves babies. And she loves you.”

You stared at her in disbelief for a moment, but didn’t comment, leaving the academy in search for some cold Greendale air.

Staying at the Inn was tedious, days passed and there was little you could do. Insecurities invaded your mind, would you even want to raise the child by yourself? The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind before; so consumed by the notion of being with Zelda, that you hadn’t permitted yourself to consider what this all meant for you. Would you be a good mother? Could you do it alone? You knew you didn’t want to, yet this child was Zelda’s, yours, a manifestation of the powerful love you held for her, that you held for each other. But waiting here for Zelda, not knowing whether she would show up; it was agony.

Being physically unwell didn’t help either, draining you of strength, of hope.

Rising from bed, you swayed, blood rushing in your ears. You took a deep steadying breath, deciding to do something. You were tired of waiting, afraid to admit that Zelda wasn’t coming. Packing your bag with a simple charm, you summoned all your belongings into your bag. Your movements were hurried, afraid if you slowed down, you��d change your mind. It had been a week, and while you’d told yourself that you’d be patient, it was harder that you’d thought.

There was an abrupt knock on the door, and before you could answer it swung open, Zelda gazing determinately at you. Swallowing a sigh of relief, you dropped the blouse you held in your hand, and it fluttered silently to the floor.

“You are not staying here a minute longer.” Zelda said, her voice stern as her eyes swept the room with a disapproving look. She picked your blouse off the floor, along with your bag and turned to leave.

Without a word you followed her into the Spellman Mortuary hurst, closing the door with a loud thud.

The ride was silent, neither you nor Zelda uttered a sound. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as the car rolled out onto the main road. Immediately, you felt a violent wave of nausea hit you, not now, you thought, not now! There was nothing for it, “Zelda, you have to pull over.” You said, with all the calm you could muster.

“What?” she asked, but looking over at your ashen face, she hurriedly halted the car.

No sooner had the car stopped, you flung the car door open and vomited onto the road. You heard Zelda unbuckle her seatbelt, her hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles.

Groaning, you sat up.

Her face was etched with concern as she considered you, “Are you alright?” she asked, passing you a tissue.

You could’ve cried at the look of worry on her face. A strange feeling of relief passed your mind, she did care. You wiped your mouth, nodding, but felt disgusting, the taste of vomit lingering in your mouth.

Zelda gave your thigh gentle squeeze before turning back to the road and driving the short distance to her home.

Walking up the stairs to the Mortuary, you felt as though the steps below you moved. Reaching out a hand towards the railing to steady yourself, you felt a warm hand clasp firmly in yours, supporting you up the stairs. You felt horrendous, perhaps it was the culmination of worry over the past months, along with the relief of being around Zelda again. The thought that occurred over and over was, she does care. Yet, you were afraid of hoping for anything else; whether she believed you, whether she loved you.

The recognisable red door of the Mortuary opened, and two curious faces met you: Sabrina and Ambrose. They both grinned at you, flooding the silence with “How are you” and “so good to see you”. Zelda put up a hand to quiet them, and their eyes flitted between you, and letting you pass. You felt a rush of gratitude towards Zelda, you really had no energy to speak to them. With your hand safely in Zelda’s, she led you to the sitting room. She guided you into the sofa, her hand separated from yours, only to briefly caress your cheek, “’I’ll be right back.” She whispered.

You could hear the clicking of her heels as she walked towards the kitchen as she spoke to her niece and nephew, “We are not to be disturbed. When Hilda returned, tell her.” Zelda spoke in a low and rather stern voice.

You heard faint answers of “ok” and “will do” from Sabrina and Ambrose. Letting out a sigh, you settled back into the sofa, finally relaxed. The darkness outside was growing with every minute, the last rays of light slinking away as evening set in. You absentmindedly rubbed the side of your stomach, settling the knots of worry there. At that moment Zelda entered the room once more, carrying a trey of tea. She paused briefly as her eyes fell onto your belly, and you halted your movements.

Setting the trey down onto the table, she sat down next to you. Pouring a cup of tea, she handed it to you, and you accepted it gratefully.

You both gazed at one another then, unsure of where to begin. Opening your mouth to speak, you closed it again.

“When?” Zelda asked. At the look of question in your eyes, she continued, “When did you find out.”

You took a sip of your tea before placing the cup back onto the saucer, “A few weeks after you left.”

There was a look in her eye then, you couldn’t quite tell if she was disappointed or tired, or both, “Why didn’t you tell me?” her voice was still low, but as commanding as you’d ever heard it.

“I had to be sure.” You answered.

Zelda’s response was the same as Hilda’s had been a week ago, “But I’m a midwife! I could’ve told you.” She said in an exasperated voice.

“I just…” you started.

Zelda broke you off, “There was someone else then?” she said, anger flaring in her beautiful eyes.

“No, Zelda, there was only you.” You looked down at your hands before gazing up at her again, “I didn’t know it was possible for us.” You faintly gestured between you.

“So you risked the safety of our child, traveling across country lines to find out?”

Your lip trembled, but you managed to keep your tears at bay, “You believe me?” you whispered.

The anger in her eyes faded immediately, “Of course I do.” Conviction in her voice now. She reached out and placed a hand on your arm, rubbing her thumb soothingly over your clothed skin, “When I saw you, I..” she hesitated, tears welling in her eyes, “I realised how much I’d missed you. And when you told me of your pregnancy it felt like a betrayal.” She blinked, and at noticing a tear rolling down your cheek, she reached up and wiped it away with her thumb. “A child of my own is something I have always wanted.” She paused gazing intently at you, “A child with you is beyond what I could’ve hoped for.” She cupped your cheek and leant in to kiss you. It was a kiss that told you everything you needed it to; how she felt towards you, and the babe. Her soft lips tasted like Zelda, cigarettes and tea, intoxicating and sweet. You melted into her, relief flooding your limbs.

As you separated, she cupped your cheek once more, “You’re tired, you need to get some rest.” She stated.

Nodding, you rose from the comfort of the sofa, “I take it the guestroom is free?” you said, grinning.

Not having looked at you, she failed to sense your sarcasm, “Don’t be ridiculous, of course you’re staying with me.”

As she looked up, she saw the look on your face, “That wasn’t funny, y/n.” You saw the twinkle of mirth in her eye, and you let out a soft laugh.

Sometime later, you lay in bed, Zelda’s bed. Dressed in your satin night dress, you sat upright; watching and Zelda moved towards you. She lay down next to you on her side, appraising you.

“There was one useful thing I learned on my travels”, you started.

“Oh?”

With a little effort, you hoisted up your nightdress to reveal your stomach.

Zelda’s eyes watched the expanse of exposed skin, marvelling it, as though it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She reached out a hand, her perfectly manicured fingers tracing your soft skin.

You smiled at her, before muttering, “montrant matrem.” At once, a sliver of gold rose from the swell of your stomach halting momentarily in the air above you. Zelda stared with wide eyes as the golden thread split in two, one traveling to your chest, the other to her own.

Once your gaze met once more, both your eyes were welled with tears. A deep understanding formed between you, and at a loss for words, Zelda’s hand came to rest at the small swell as she leaned in to kiss you again. You parted, brushing your nose against hers, before settling in her arms and falling into a deep and restful sleep. Everything would be alright.

#zelda spellman #zelda spellman x reader #caos fic #chilling adventures of sabrina #x fem!reader

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sireditsalot4 · 4 months

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A cry for help

Summary: After witch hunters attack you, you find your way into the Spellman family.

Relationships: Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader

You don't know how long you've been running but you know you've gotten far from your attackers. "You're a witch! Witches should be burned!" The male hunter takes a swipe at you with his knife, and you duck out of the way. The female attacker joined and pretty soon both hunters have you cornered against a tree. You only had a second to think or it's all over-

without thinking, you kicked the guy in the family jewels. Bending over in pain, holding himself he yelled out loudly. "You stupid bitch! We'll find you. You won't get far!"

That must've been hours ago now.

You hug yourself trying to warm up from the cold but to no use. The sounds of wolves howling fill the woods and you jump, tears stain your cheeks. You know your mascara is smeared and look a hot mess. Laughing to yourself, you spot a good looking area to hang out for tonight and run to it. Making a hole not too deep in the ground, you gather little wood shards and place them in and rub your fingers together, “Incendio.” You say. The wood shards alight with fire and you let out a sigh of relief immediately putting your cold fingers over the fire. Over time the fire grew and your heart slowed. Fatigue and exhaustion taking over.

Tickle tickle.

You go to brush off the leaf that’s on your face and go back to sleep but immediately feel it again.

“What the-” you fully open your eyes and see a man there with his finger close to you.

“What the fuck! Who are you?” You start to back up.

“Wait-wait-hi! My name is Ambrose, I’m not going to hurt you,” Ambrose looks you over and you see sympathy in his eyes. “come with me. I’ll take you somewhere safe, away from them.”

Them? There is another question at hand.

“If you’re wondering, I am too a witch. Everyone is.” Ambrose gets closer and you flinch. He assures you he won’t hurt you and you let him grab you and bring you close to him. The both of you reach a road and across you see a giant mansion with what seems to have a cemetery. I’m going to die for sure.

“We’re almost there. You’re doing fine.” Making it to the house, he guides you up the stairs and grabs his keys from his pocket. Opening the door he lets you in and take a look around the giant house. “This is huge,” you look at the wallpaper and art on the walls and can tell an elderly woman lives here. Maybe a grandmother. “Thank you, my aunts have an eye don’t they?” Ambrose goes over to the stairs that open up into two. “Aunties! Sabrina!” You jump from his shouting and try to regain yourself. “Shit.”

Footsteps come from upstairs and seconds you see two older women, you assume to be the aunts and a young girl, maybe the girlfriend come down. “Aunts, Sabrina this is…what’s your name again?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, and she needs our help. She was attacked yesterday by witch hunters-”

“Oh! You poor thing. Are you okay?” The shorter woman came from behind the taller one and grabs your hands keeping eye contact. “Do you have family around here?” You shake your head. “She can stay here for as long as she needs,” You look at the older woman and was mesmerized. Her ginger hair was curled over her shoulders and the outfit she was wearing, a green blouse tucked inside a black ankle length skirt had you in a gaze.

“Oh shoot- we didn’t tell you our names! I’m Sabrina, his cousin, and these are our aunts. Aunt Zelda and aunt Hilda.” Hilda waved joyfully and Zelda gave you a pleasing look. You nervously wave.

“You poor thing. Come-let me show you to your room.”

#chaos #chillingadventuresofsabrina #zelda spellman #hilda spellman #ambrose spellman #sabrina spellman #zelda spellman x reader

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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If Only I Could Get To You First (Bucky Barnes One Shot)

Summary: Bucky Barnes and you have been best-friends, but unknowing to the other you both are also in love with the other. Though everyone else seems to know.

Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Modern AU, swearing, past domestic abuse (non descriptive), mutual pining, fake dating, confessions, best friends, angst, fluff, i just want to squish bucky into a hug, brock rumlow is a dick head, hurt/comfort, love confessions, crying, loving from afar

playlist: taylor swift: treacherous (taylors version) / mohit chauhan: dooriyan (from ‘love aaj kal’ 2015) / aditi singh sharma & arijit singh: raabta (night in a motel) highly recommend this song seriously.

a.n. originally this was supposed to be full of angst, but it turned into this beautiful world of feels.

Word Count: 10k

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In the list of bad ideas your best friend compelled you into, only two ever worked out in your favour.

One was sneaking into your first high school party, you’d had your first kiss.

The second was when she pushed you onto the dance floor at the frat house’s halloween party and you bumped into the warlock.

“Woah, easy there.” He’d caught you with a charming grin and his blue eyes. Your lungs would not breathe till he would tell you too.

“Are you alright?” Those blue eyes to a once over, checking for any sign of injury.

“I’m—I’m so sorry, I lost my footing.” You look to the side to glare at your best friend but she is luckily not in your line of vision.

“Woah, doll, who is on the receiving end of that glare?” He wonders loudly over the music which somehow doesn’t bother you.

“My best friend pushed me.” You explain, sighing.

“We could work on a hex.” He offers, you let out a laugh, he’d interpreted your last minute outfit well enough, deep red turtle neck and skirt with a borrowed blonde wig.

“You’re the first person to know who am I.” You smile, he bows.

“The others are beneath our intellect. Do you want to move to the side?”

You nod, his hand finds yours and the night floats away.

“James Barnes, warlock for tonight. What is your name Sabrina Spellman?” He offers his name and then you give him yours.

Conversation flows on, in the little nook of the house.

Movies, TV Shows, a heavy argument about Professor Snape and Dumbledore and then academic choices.

Time went on numbers exchanged, as were memes.

Coffee tumblers refilled over hours every Wednesday.

Movie marathons, study dates, celebrating A pluses and even the occasional C minus.

Pranking his very unhygienic third roommate by placing cups of detergent all over his room and a few cups of water.

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You had known his close friends called him Bucky, it was never defined across the months of your blooming friendship if you could call him that name.

Bucky wondered why you hadn’t yet, maybe you did not consider him as close as he presumed. He had no inclination to ask out of fear to ruin the friendship he found within you.

it changed one night, at three a.m. your phone vibrated near your head, you were still dressed in the day’s clothes. Work had been terrible, so you deserved a night off of regular activities.

Reaching for the angrily vibrating device your bleary vision widens, you pick up the call.

“James? Is everything okay?”

“Could I come over?” Is all he asked, sounding broken.

You answered with an instant yes, quickly changing into a jumper and a hoodie. waiting for him in the living room.

His knocks sounded hesitant, almost as if he were reconsidering his choices.

You’re greeted by a heartbreaking sight.

James Barnes, with his hair a tousled mess, eyes puffy and red. Your heart seizes with worry.

“Natalie and I broke it off. I well, Sam saw her out with Zemo. She did not even deny it. How could she do this to me, Firefly?” He even sounds broken, as your nickname falls from his lips.

He lets you pull him into your warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you, pulling your body close into his. He sighs deeply as he finds comfort.

The tears do brim anew, his shoulders shake.

“Bucky,” You hesitate, a hand stroking the back of his head. You guide him to the couch, retrieving your stash of ice cream and running back to him.

He gives a half hearted smile seeing the flavour, a shared favourite.

You give your own beaming grin of encouragement.

“Here is your mission choose you accept it.” You hand him a spoon. He chuckles slightly.

“To finish this entire pint of ice cream with me.”

The ice cream doesn’t stand a chance.

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Bucky has good days and bad ones for three months after the break up, the timing awful between midterms and assignments but they served distraction.

To celebrate the end of the torturous examinations you both make your way around New York City. In search of 1 am pizza.

“How are you?” You know it is a question she could dodge but the way he seemed to carry himself slowly coming into his own had given you hope.

Bucky only stiffens for a moment at the question, progress you deem.

“Honestly I feel it was a good thing.” He takes a bite; the cheese pulls and he grins in approval. You take a picture of him as he makes a silly face, both laughing now.

“I might not date for a while but I know I will eventually.” He informs of the decision.

“That is good.” You pat his back, taking your own bite as he in turn takes a picture of you pulling a silly face.

Slowly your phone memory is filled with several outings with your now extended group of friends, and several more with Bucky. He returns back to himself after a few months more, after a few okay-ish dates and he finds himself seeking your company.

He grabs a bouquet of your favourite flowers, his legs need no guidance to the familiar path of your home. Bucky stands near the entrance as the doorman, Percy smiles at him with kind eyes.

“She’s gone out.” Percy tells him, therefore Bucky waits, leaning against the wall phone in his hand scrolling through the fresh batch of micro sized comedy he could send to you.

Familiar sounding laughter pulls him in, your bright face greets his view, then your fingers curl around an arm. He follows the touching limbs to see the face of Rumlow.

You seemed so radiant around the man. Bucky clutches the bouquet tighter as though in an attempt to ground himself or stop his heart from breaking before it could even be given to you.

Rumlow turns you before you can leave his embrace to go to your apartment. Your laughter carries through to Bucky. He watches, lips pressed into a thin line.

Rumlow pulls you close, whispering something your ear, you bite your lip nodding.

Bucky could hear his heart cracking over the noise around him, as your lips are upon that man’s own. He turns, walking away still clutching the bouquet.

Bucky Barnes and you — best friends through college. Maybe that shouldn’t change.

Bucky nods to himself, his feelings probably arose because of the time spent together and your friendship growing deeper. So he tucks this little crush upon you away, and decides that best friends is what you both are meant to be.

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Seven months after graduation, Natasha nurses your busted lip. Vodka on the table is also for drinking she tells you. It soothes the ache from your broken heart and lip.

Your phone still unresponsive from the one person you need. How many texts does it take for a best friend to respond?

“I could call him.” Natasha offers as you shake your head.

“I, my texts should be enough, I left him calls as well.” You explain, “Could, could you ask Steve where is he?”

Natasha studies your face, she knows you’re hurt over Bucky not responding. Brock Rumlow was the furthest thing from your mind and heart.

“I will,” She promises and your phone rings, your best friend’s face flashing across the screen.

You take the call knowing the odd time difference between the two of you had her more on edge.

“Hey,” You greet.

“Don’t hey me, did you report him?” She all but yells.

“I don’t want to associate any further—,”

“Bullshit, you absolutely should report that piece of shit unless Barnes has murdered him already, so you cannot call the cops cause then he will be in jail.” She cuts you off.

“I don’t think he knows yet.” You admit, Natasha looks at you, quietly speaking to Steve and updating him about what occurred.

“What do you mean? Is he okay? Because Barnes would not let that asshat breathe. Hell I’m taking the next plane out of Melbourne.” Her nails on the keyboard resound.

“No, no, don’t! Just, okay, look Nat patched me up and she also said vodka’s good for the pain as well so I’m fine and he’s, he’s probably busy…” You defend Bucky, once again.

“Babe, he has been busy awful lot since he started dating that bimbo bitch.” She clicks her tongue, annoyed at the man.

“Look can we just, drop the whole thing, I, I think I need to sleep, and you need to get to work.” You remind her.

“Just leave me messages through the day alright and no memes or links coherent language only.” She warns you.

“Yes alright coherent language only.” You promise.

Nat comes by with a plate of food, placing it in front with a fork. You stare at the pasta for a minute.

“I called Steve, he got through, Bucky is out with her…” She trails off.

“Oh, did Steve say anything?” You hesitate to ask, Nat shakes her head.

“He knows you wouldn’t like her to know so he just made sure Bucky would check his messages.” She gnaws at her bottom lip struggling to say something.

“What?” You look at her.

“You should really report him, this wasn’t the first time was it?” She states you look down at your hands.

“No.” You close your eyes at the admission.

“How long have you kept things from us? From Bucky?” She places a gentle hand over your forearm.

“He, he was very particular, no where where anyone would know. Started two months ago. I tried breaking up after the first time but—,” Your vision blurs, the tears are harder to hold back.

“Do you want me to take pictures? I know we can file a case, or at least a restraining order…” Natasha tries to coax you to listen to her but you just shake you head.

“I can’t I don’t want more trouble, Nat. It’s over he’s gone. The fight was more about him shifting to L.A. and me not wanting to follow.”

“Are you in love with him still?”

“I never was, I just, I thought I could learn to love him and then he just tried to beat it into me…” You shudder in remembrance.

Natasha leaves the topic, knowing that it was difficult to walk away even let alone relive the ordeal.

It is four days later at the scheduled game night that you see Bucky, you don’t greet him.

He furrows his brow when you move away from the living room to the bathroom before he can take a good look at you.

“Where’s Rumlow?” He questions and the room turns silent.

“Did you not see her messages?” Steve crosses his arms.

“What messages?” Bucky retrieves his phone.

“Barnes, when did you last speak to her?” Nat questions then scoffs as Sharon wraps her arm around his wrist pushing the phone down.

“A few days ago, why?” He answers, running a hand along Sharon’s arm.

“Bucky.” She pouts.

“What is it baby?” He questions, being distracted from the conversation at hand by his girlfriend.

“Bucky you should go speak to Y/N.” Steve adds with a bit more seriousness.

“What happened, is she, is Firefly alright?” He looks up in worry.

“Ugh, she always wants your attention.” Sharon whispers loudly, “Does she not have her own boyfriend?”

“Don’t you have better things to do than cling to Bucky’s arm? Or is your default personality trait whiny girlfriend only?” Natasha uses the same tone as Sharon.

Sam covers up his laugh with a cough.

“Bucky.” Sharon whines again then moves away to go to the balcony sniffling and tears welling up.

“Crocodile tears.” Nat rolls her eyes.

“Nat.” Bucky gives an exasperated look, chasing behind Sharon to mend things.

“Steve, please let me punch him.” Nat pleads.

“You know she doesn’t want us to tell him, how has he not responded after the texts? We all got them.” Steve sighs taking another sip of his beer.

You return, wiping you eyes, for any stray tears or mascara.

“Whats got her in pain now?” You ask, a look of disdain taking over. You try not to stretch your lip as the sting from the cut still presents itself.

“Nat called her whiny.” Sam chuckles.

“Nat…” You sigh.

“What, it’s about time we call her out.” She shrugs.

“How are you holding up?” Sam questions, eyes on your busted lip.

“Eh, been better will be better soon I guess?” You shrug and wince as the pain in your shoulder blade presents itself.

“And now she’s making a face at me!” Sharon accuses you and then goes back to the balcony.

Bucky’s heavy sigh echoes through the room.

“Firefly, can you not? I know you all don’t like her much but I do okay? Christ some best friend you are,” Bucky turns back to once again console his girlfriend running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Some best friend?” Your cold tone makes Bucky turn to face you, a quip ready on his exhausted tongue, he doesn’t get to speak because he finally takes in your appearance.

The bags under your eyes, the redness housed within them, the busted lip you have and the slight wince as you take a deep breath.

“I’m going to kill him.” Bucky connects the dots in his mind.

“No need, these were days ago, I needed you and you were not there James.” You accuse, tears brimming once more.

“I, Steve said to see my texts but I had none from you… Steve why did you not say anything?”

“You could have called me. You, I left you voicemails, crying sobbing, asking for you. For your help. You weren’t there. They didn’t say anything because I wanted to tell you but then again, your time and devotion is pre-booked. Let me know when a slot opens up, I can summarise the whole thing in two minutes, the least I can do as some best friend.” You sneer, walking towards the door in no mood to stay any longer.

Bucky mechanically follows you,

“Firefly, I—, I swear I don’t have any messages, I’m not lying!”

“You could have called!” You accuse.

“I was out—,” Bucky tries to grasp your hand.

“Like I said, I know you’re too busy, for me.” You press the call button several times more waiting for the elevator to come up faster.

“That is no excuse, I’m so sorry, I just, please stay, we can talk.” His hand reaches to grab your shoulder. A painful sound escapes you and you flinch away from him.

“Where else did he hurt you?” Bucky’s tone holds no emotion, you look up at his face, the stoic expression masks his feelings but the anger in his blue eyes is reaching its summit.

Your eyes shift to the elevator when it dings to signal the opening of the doors.

“You aren’t leaving.” Bucky informs you.

“I do not want to talk about this.” You tell him, feeling like your heart might break again.

“I do. I need to know what did he do, because he won’t be breathing after I’m done with him.”

“It doesn’t work that way.” Your eyes shift to Sharon who rolls her eyes at you, then puts on a pout when Bucky turns to look at her.

“Bucky,” “Not now Sharon.”

Bucky turns back, but you’re inside the elevator. He steps ahead to join you, the doors begin closing his fingertips just graze the border where the sensors would have the automatic doors reopen.

He’s pulled back by his arm by Sharon, you look down. Heart breaking again, that you can’t even be prioritised by your best friend. He won’t even fight for you.

Bucky catches the quiet sob that escapes past your lips at wrapping itself around his heart squeezing upon it.

“Do you have any semblance that someone else could have bigger problems that you?” Bucky looks at Sharon, taking his arm out of hers.

“Baby,” She begins her fake tears again.

“God, not with this again. Sharon, seriously please.” Bucky groans in frustration.

“You want to spend all your time with that stupid bitch.” She complains as Bucky turns to press the elevators if he is fast enough he can catch up to you.

“She’s my best friend. She needs me.” Bucky glares at Sharon.

“No, she does not she managed to find help elsewhere four days ago, she just wants your attention.”

“What the fuck did you say?” Natasha verbalises the question brewing within Bucky.

“I-, no I said nothing! Nothing!” The blonde stutters in defence.

“Oh I’m going to smack this fucking bitch—,” Nat is pulled back by Steve.

“Did you delete Firefly’s messages and voicemails?” Bucky’s voice is low and cold, almost similar to what yours was towards him.

“I—, no,” Sharon gulps audibly, sweat breaking across her forehead.

“You have one more chance, did you fucking delete messages my best friend left for me, at a time she needed me?” Bucky’s hands form fists. Sharon had kept asking to take pictures on his phone, then sending herself the ones she liked thats when she must have deleted all of your communication to him.

“Bucky, it’s always, Firefly this and Firefly that, what about me?” Sharon defends, trying to move close to Bucky.

The elevator dings, opening on the floor. Bucky crosses the threshold.

“I’m going to send the elevator back up, I want you out of my life. My house key can be dropped off here at Natasha’s, don’t you dare try to contact me or anyone. It is over.”

Sharon’s final plea falls on deaf ears as the doors are closed and Bucky lets out a heavy sigh. He brings out his phone trying to call you as he jogs through the crowd towards the nearest station, checking the watch he knows the next train leaves in ten minutes.

Bucky calls out your name through the station, his breathing erratic. You have your hood up, not wanting to be spotted by him.

You can hear his calls, the way your phone vibrates in your pocket a frantic echo of his own booming voice.

“Firefly.” Bucky finally breathes, standing behind you.

You say nothing as you turn to face him.

“I’m sorry, I really am so sorry, it is no excuse she deleted the messages, fuck, I should have called. I should have been the one there. I’m your best friend. I should have caught on earlier.” He tenderly cups your face between his hands, guilt seeping into his bones.

His thumbs wipe your tears, you don’t want to have a public meltdown.

“Come on let’s get you home, I think we still have time to grab ice cream from Mrs. Lorena’s store.” His warm hands leave your face, but the warmth returns on your hands as he intertwines them with his, you want to cry all over again.

Bucky takes charge of leading you through the night train, you both stand in favour of the elderly couple who need the seats. They look at the two of you warmly.

You feel small, your hand never leaving his, he stays close with almost a protective stance over you.

Bucky notes the change in your demeanour. How you’re hiding away, flinching at loud sounds.

It eats at him how these small things had inculcated themselves into you the past months you were with Rumlow. He didn’t care about the consequences, he will beat the shit out of that fucker.

Your mind races, back to the night you first went out with Rumlow. Somehow your mind kept comparing what he did to Bucky. As though your tall brunette best friend should be the standard of all men.

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You weren’t going to call Rumlow back, realising that maybe the reason you were comparing him to Bucky was because you were in love with your best friend, your Bucky.

The conversation was going to be simple, carry a bouquet of his favourite flowers, a letter in your hand filled with your confession. Your nerves singed with each step towards his door.

You rang the bell, once, twice; then you heard the laughter and kisses. Your heart sunk, you scrambled to hide at the other end of the hallway.

Bucky came into view with Sharon, the business major. They make their way to his door, lips meeting ever so often, you feel each one deliver a crack to your heart.

Maybe, maybe you were meant to be best friends only. The door closes and you can hear their sounds, you move past the corridor and exit the building.

Nodding to yourself, Bucky Barnes and you best friends through college.

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“Firefly?” Bucky waves a hand in front of you, you blink, looking around.

“Huh?” You speak before realising.

“I asked where is your key ring?” Bucky looks at you in worry.

“Oh um,” You fish around for the familiar keyring handing it to him.

Bucky opens the door at sets down the bag of groceries. How long did you space out for?

“So, here is your mission, should you choose to accept it,” He brings out your favourite ice cream tub from the bag.

Your face breaks out into a grin, a laugh finally reverberating in your chest rather than sobs.

“Is it to eat this ice cream and talk to your idiot best friend.” Bucky holds up two spoons as an offer.

You grab one, then grab the tub and make a run for the living room couch.

“Oh no you don’t!” Bucky chases after you, you twist around the last minute your foot and his tangling with the fluffy carpet under the coffee table, you both land on the couch.

Bucky is above you as your foreheads collide and the tub of ice cream rolls onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” He questions, as you rub your forehead and his, the ache dies down slightly of the impact.

“Sort of,” You wince, then look at him.

The two of you lock gazes, heat blooms between you both. Red tinged cheeks.

Bucky had wondered how it would be, to hold you this close.

You had wondered how it would be, to have him in your arms.

Both of you break out of your thoughts and scramble to sit up. Ankles still caught in the carpet, you both slide down the couch, ending with your straddling his hips.

His hands move to your hips and yours wrap around his neck.

Bucky feels your warm breath fan across his face, how is it you fit so well against him, as though you belong next to him.

You feel his fingers gently squeeze your hips, how is it that your arms encircle him as though he belongs between them, next to you.

You feel something poke your thigh. Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Um, is is that…”

“No um, no,”

Bucky panics at your suggestion quickly moving you from his lap to beside him on the floor.

The spoons clatter to the floor between his legs.

The sigh that leaves from Bucky’s lips has you laugh, he joins in. Shoulders shaking and heads thrown back in mirth.

Your head on his shoulder and his resting on of top yours.

Laughter and giggles filling the apartment after months.

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It is another month later when you all are at your weekly game night at Bucky and Steve’s place.

“Barnes, who are you taking to the wedding then?” Sam questions between shuffling the deck of Uno Cards.

“What wedding?” You curiously look up Bucky sighs, shoulders deflating.

“Maya is getting married, and insisted I bring someone along, and well they wanted to meet my girlfriend but I’ve broken up.” He explains, placing a chip in his mouth.

“So just tell them?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“You remember Maya right?” He looks at you with an incredulous gaze.

“And Mr. Barnes here hasn’t told her, he’s broken up. Wanted to show off the whiney girl.” Sam announces.

“Winnie Barnes would not approve.” Steve adds quietly and Bucky groans.

Nat gives you a look before looking down into her phone. You blink a few times not understanding what that look meant.

Your phone chimes, your eyebrows furrow at the message.

Best Friend: go as his fake date to the wedding, his family adores you.

Me: who even told you?

Best Friend: not important.

You look up with a glare at Natasha.

Best Friend: don’t glare at her. She’s an innocent baby.

Me: I’m not doing the fake date thing. Not with Bucky, it will be hard.

Best Friend: come on, he looks at you the same way.

Me: he doesn’t. and also bye. i’m not having this conversation again.

You place your phone back, looking up at the four of them staring at you.

“What?” You question, picking up your seven cards.

“Do you have any solution for Bucky?” Steve wonders, you look at Nat, she shrugs innocently.

You narrow your eyes at her.

“Let me think.” You bide your time. Bucky inhales deeply, seeing his own set of cards.

Your phone chimes again, you control the groan that whats to leave you.

Best Friend: listen, just trust me okay? When have I said something that turned to shit?

Me: its only twice your plans have not turned to shit.

Best Friend: ouch. this won’t turn to shit come on, help him out. I’ll ask Nat to let you win.

Me: as if I need to be let to win.

Best Friend: she has 4 draw fours.

Me: what the fuck?

You look up and Nat discreetly shows you proof.

“Say the word and you get them.” Nat whispers.

More encouragement comes through from your best friend.

“What if, Bucky, you take a fake date…” You clear your throat.

“Maya will catch on its a fake date and then it will be a mess, I just will fake a work thing.”

“What if I go? As your um fake date?” You offer, placing your cards face down near the space between you and Nat.

“Are you sure? I mean they may believe it…” Bucky trails off in thought.

“I mean, only if you’re comfortable… Just Maya will be upset if you don’t go at all and not having a date should not stop you—,”

“No, I think it should work, we know each other well enough to pretend to be in love.” Bucky grins.

You try not to wince, “Yup, yeah, won’t be hard to pretend.” You agree.

“Thank you, Firefly.” Bucky beams for the remainder of the game even as you beat his ass with your exchanged cards.

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BestFriend: so who wants to bet on they return as an official couple? I place a 100 bucks.

Natasha: add my 100 to that

Sam: nah man they’re too scared to admit it.

Steve: they won’t damage the friendship.

Best Friend: Oh lil Samuel and lil Steve ya’ll better be ready to pay up.

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You grasp the handle of your suitcase a little tighter as Bucky’s car pulls around the corner. You walk closer to the edge where he could park for a few moments as you would load up your things.

Bucky set the car into park stepping out and greeting you with a wide smile. You return the gesture, he envelopes you into one of his warm hugs. Easing your nerves.

“Here give it to me and you can hang the dress near the suit.” Bucky takes your small suitcase and you open the backseat door his navy suit hanging from the hook, you place your own dress near it. Checking for any folds and then getting into the front seat with him.

“So um,” He says after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah?” You look at him, he seems nervous.

“We need to get our stories straight…” He hints you nod.

“When did we start dating, first date, who asked who?” You list, he nods.

“Guess watching those rom-coms proved to be useful.” He chuckles, you swat his arm lightly.

“Okay so we sort of confessed a few months ago, but we were scared to ruin the friendship.” He offers, which in a sense was true for him, though he never confessed. Even though he had fallen for you.

“Yes and we decided to date other people, but those didn’t work out so we decided to give it a shot cause the feelings never went away.” Which was true you think, at the back of your mind you were in love with him.

“Okay, yes so we’re dating since a month and a half…” He offers, you hum in agreement.

“Yep and first date…” you pause to think.

“Ice cream parlour.” He offers, you smile that was actually your first outing as friends.

“Yeah, and you had the cherry stuck to your nose with whipped cream.” You begin to laugh.

“Oh right miss, whipped cream moustache.” He gives you a look, chuckling as well.

“Oh right, you looked like a clown.” You roll your eyes.

“And you were my sidekick.” Bucky teases.

“Alright, alright, and we both confessed, got each other flowers and stuff.” You admit, you had put the flower in resin.

Bucky grips the wheel, he had gotten one flower’s petals from the bouquet preserved.

“Yeah, that, that sounds romantic enough.” He clears his throat. The earlier tension seeping back into him, was this a mistake? What if he said something stupid.

“Hey, um, Buck?” Your hand rests on his shoulder.

He looks at you at the stop sign.

“If, if at any point you feel the whole faking thing gets too much lets you know keep a safe word and we’ll you know revert to being best friends and try to exit that situation okay?” You offer.

“You’re perfect you know? I was nervous what if it gets too much for either of us and this yeah the safe word is sensible.” He agrees.

“So whats our safe word?” You question.

“Draw-four.” His mouth twists as though he can taste the loss against your multiple draw fours that you saved just for him at the one on one game.

You can’t help but laugh, “Okay, draw-four it is.”

Bucky shakes his head, shifting the gear as the green light comes into view.

“Also, Firefly, I want you to be comfortable I know what the fucker did might linger or come back at random moments, I know you’re doing well with therapy but if it gets too much or if anything triggers you, please tell me. I will get you out of that situation or help you as you need okay?” He says, you feel your chest constrict at the intensity of him caring about you.

“I will, Bucky, I promise.” You give his hand a squeeze oer the gearshift.

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The two hour journey to the venue has you both slightly tired, mostly hungry. The rehearsal dinner was the event you both had to dress up first for, as you both enter the venue.

A squeal has you both turn.

“Maya.” Bucky grins opening his arms for his cousin to come crashing into him.

“I thought you were going to ditch my wedding.” She complains but then bounces excited, “Now introduce me to your date!” her eyes turn to you, widening.

You offer a smile your congratulations to her caught in your throat as she screams excitedly once again.

“Oh my god, I knew it! I knew this would be best friends to lovers! James you did good! Wait till I tell Aunt Winnie and Becca!” Maya cheers pulling you into a hug. You hug back and Bucky scratches the back of his neck giving you a nervous look.

Maybe it would not be hard to convince them that you both were in love he thinks…. The only problem was how does he convince himself not to blabber to you.

You feel Maya’s excitement seep into you as well when she pulls away, jumping slightly.

“Congratulations!” You cheer.

“Girl, you have to tell me how did you both realise.” She raises a finger up in warning.

“I will, I will.” You give a promise to the bride.

“What is all this commotion?” Winnie Barnes steps out of the room that Maya was in, her smile widening as she spots her son.

You admire them as they hug after months of staying apart.

Winnie pulls away from the hug, running a hand over Bucky’s hair and then cupping his jaw.

“Ma, don’t cry you saw me yesterday on video-call.” Bucky wipes her tears.

“Not the same,” She pats his head, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you.” He engulfs her in a hug again.

“I love you too, sunshine.” She smiles warmly.

“Now where is this mystery date of yours, hiding things from your Ma,” She gives him a small glare, Bucky widens his eyes. He scrambles to turn and his hand is outstretched towards you, you intertwine your fingers with his, stepping next to him.

“Bucky, you better not be lying.” She looks between the two of you, his grip tightens on your hand.

“We’re not, Mrs. Barnes—,”

“Sweetheart, Winnie for you always.” His mom corrects you, a warm smile.

She cups your cheek as well.

“So he finally came to his senses.” She teases.

“We both did…” You add with a smile, looking up at Bucky, admiring him.

Bucky looks down at you, your gazes transfixed upon each-other his blue eyes inviting.

Bucky wants to be lost in your eyes, drowning in their deepness. Submerging himself in the affection that they currently hold for him.

A flash has you both turn and shake your heads.

“I need one for the album.” Maya reasons and Bucky sighs.

“Send me a copy?” You offer trying to dissipate the tension.

“Why don’t you both settle into your room? And no funny business.” Winnie warns, you both pale.

“Ma, I would, no—,” Bucky stutters, a blush coating his cheeks.

Winnie looks at you, before laughing.

“He better be treating you right, sweetheart, if not just tell me. I’ll sort him out.” She gives him a warning look.

Then Winnie cups your cheek, “I am so happy you’re with him.” She says earnest.

Guilt gnaws at you, Winnie probably would be heartbroken if she knew you both were lying through your teeth.

“Sir, Ma’am, your room is ready, we’ll have the luggage delivered to your room in the next ten minutes.” The receptionist hands you the keycards.

“Well go freshen up I’ll see you both at seven-thirty for the rehearsal dinner.”

With a final hug to Winnie and Maya both of you sauntered into your room. Bucky looks at the bed. The only bed.

“Um, I’ll take the sofa.” He offers.

“Bucky that sofa is not even going to fit your legs…” You inform him.

“We’ll just make a wall of pillows?” You offer.

“Are you sure?” His mind wanders to the night you were in his arms, straddling his lap.

He coughs to remind himself; not to let his mind wander astray.

You nod, at what you don’t know, it’s not like you both haven’t cuddled or been in each other’s physical space before. Road trips you both pretty much sat next to each other fell asleep listening to songs so why was this different?

“Is it cool if I shower first?” Bucky turns to the bathroom, “Oh fuck me.” He mutters.

“What?” You follow his line of vision.

What kind of hotel was this?

The wall between the bathroom and bedroom wasn’t opaque it was a glass, a very transparent glass. The door was made on frosted glass, but again you would be able to understand what was going on.

You gulp audibly.

Bucky opens the door to check if there is a curtain or towel to cover the pane.

The bathroom proves to be larger, inside, the toilet seat away from the view only the glass shower and bathtub can be perceived from the glass.

You peek from the glass as Bucky rests his hands on his hips as he looks around for a solution.

“Shower with swimsuits?” He offers an idea.

“Bucky I didn’t carry one…” You scratch the back of your neck, suddenly everything feels incredibly warm.

“Underwear then…”

“How about we just shower while the other one faces away? Or lays in bed…” you counter.

It seems plausible, Bucky purses his lips, then nods.

“So um, you lay down, stretch your feet out and I’ll um, shower first then I’ll lay down…” He runs a hand through his hair and then over his stubble.

You nod, grabbing your phone and turning to the bed.

Bucky grabs his toiletries and powers through going to the very open bathroom. Maybe the hot water will fog up the glass?

You immediately text your best friend and Natasha about the one bed and very daunting bathroom situation but they just send stupid laughing emojis in response.

You groan.

Some friends they are, the shower runs and from your angle on the bed you can’t see a thing apart from the ceiling of the bathroom, you sigh.

It would just be easier to admit to Bucky you have feelings for him. You can’t risk your friendship though.

Bucky sighs in content as the droplets hit his skin. The warm water taking away the stress of the day and tenseness in his shoulders. He watches the rivulets trail from his body to the anti skid flooring. One hand on the wall.

His mind briefly wonders what would it be like to have his ex here and then he dismisses the thought. Sharon and he were supposed to be a one off a distraction from his growing feelings for you.

Then she got clingy, demanding every waking minute of his to be hers to fill with herself and her own needs and wants.

Bucky sighs again, the suds of soap now turning clear. He grabs the towel, checking the glass sure enough it is fogged up by the heat.

He puts on his boxers and jeans as he exits and your voice catches in your throat as a lone rivulet makes its was down his neck then chest then abdomen, ending just over the taut band of muscles and you feel as though the world is in slow motion.

“Take a picture it will last longer.” Bucky teases bringing you out of your staring.

“I h-hope you didn’t use up all t-the hot water.” You stutter get up grabbing your set of things from your bag.

The outfit for tonight was a simple purple jumpsuit that brought out your curves, and chest. Long sleeves but very comfortable.

Bucky lays down, texting Sam and Steve finally about what was happening. They both offered him advice on avoiding the shared bed but then the picture of the couch he sent had them agree with your pillow wall idea.

As the shower runs he feels himself grow less confident in his plan to have you both pretending, he was so sure he’d slip up.

When you exit Bucky’s lips part the deep purple of the jumpsuit bringing out the colour of your skin and eyes. The neckline of the outfit was probably his favourite, it was low, and accentuated your chest as the sleeves were the ones that had slits on them.

It showed skin but in a way that was risqué but classy.

The fabric hugged the curve of your hips and Bucky wanted to pull you close to him just so he could feel your warmth.

“Take a picture it will last longer.” You tease him and he shakes his head, observing you do your make up. He’d seen it before the way your tongue would poke out in concentration as you picked which eyeshadow to use or if the colours were going well with what you were wearing.

You turn to him once you’re done,

“Can you see if these are even?” You sit next to him on the bed closing your eyes.

Bucky’s eyes are on your lips and not eyelids. He traces their outline with his gaze, appearing so soft and so inviting.

“Bucky? Is the eyeliner equal?” You open your eyes as he looks up at your confused expression.

“Yes, um w-was just ma-making sure they were equal…” He stammers out quickly getting up and to further aid drying his hair. He was growing it out again.

The two of you make it downstairs, Bucky’s arm slips around your waist before you enter. Pulling you close to his warmth. You smile up at him.

“You look beautiful.” He admits looking down at you with a smile that sends flutters through your stomach.

“You look quite handsome yourself.” You offer him an equally butterfly inducing smile.

Bucky knows his heart will break this weekend but if he gets to pretend to be yours then its worth it.

You look up at Bucky stealing a final glance before walking through the door. You suddenly realise that maybe, maybe basking in this pretend would at-least give you a taste of happiness, even if the magic would end come Monday morning.

As the two of you find your seating next to Rebecca, who also is elated at you being the secret girlfriend. The dinner begins to go by without a hitch.

Emotional words are said in the practice speeches and the love between Maya and her to be husband, Marcus; is felt through all the attendees, tying them all together.

Bucky has his arm around the back of your chair, as you all wait for dessert. He doesn’t realise it when he begins to trace soft patters along your mid back. You lean into his comforting touch, allowing him to continue.

When you look up at him, your breath hitches at how intently he looks at you. Those azure eyes taking in every bit of your own eyes.

“Oh come on, just kiss already.” Rebecca’s voice stops the patterns being drawn upon you.

“W-what?” You look at her in confusion.

“You both look like you want to tear into each other.” She rolls her eyes, “Just kiss we’re all adults. Well except the kids table in the corner but,” Rebecca shrugs.

Bucky leans in deciding to kiss your cheek just to shut his sister’s mouth. You then turn to face him just when his lips were to brush you cheek.

His soft, slightly chapped lips brush over yours, his eyes widen for a moment. Then he closes them, his hand cups your jaw. You feel that damned fluttering feeling again, as you kiss him back. Your palm resting on his chest. His heart thundering wildly against his chest.

The kiss lasts for a few moments, that feel as though time was slowed down, all too soon you pull away from him. Biting your own bottom lip and a deep blush creeping across your chest and neck.

“What did you just start dating?” Rebecca comments, “That looked like a middle schooler’s kiss.”

Bucky tries to make sense, you try to make sense as well. Because what the fuck, you both just kissed each other.

“We aren’t into PDA.” You defend with a sip of your drink to soothe the nerves.

Your hand rests on Bucky’s knee, a grounding action that the two of you needed.

Back, in the room; he begins to undo his shirt, he’s halfway done when he pauses.

“Firefly?”

You turn to face him, the make up from your face gone.

“Bucky?”

“Was, was the kiss okay?” He fidgets with the cufflink as he undoes it.

“I um, guess yeah? Why?” You bring your eyes back up to his,

“No, no, um Rebecca’s comment just well, what if we don’t appear that comfortable?”

“Do we practice kissing?” You wonder, god just dig a six feet deep hole and bury yourself in it.

“I, thats not, I’m not—,” He lets out a frustrated sigh, closing the space between you two.

Your ears begin a ringing at the way his cologne floods your senses.

Bucky’s warm hands cup your cheeks,

“I’m not, not trying to take advantage of this but um, maybe we could table kissing? Because I guess handholding and all of the other things we’ve done as, as best friends, so…”

“Yeah no um, yeah I get what you’re saying,” you agree.

“No kissing then.”

“Nope, no kissing.”

With the rule established you both wind down for the night the pillow wall is built and the covers are pulled over your frames.

Exhaustion tugs at your body but sleep seems to be at its wits end not wanting to arrive to you.

Bucky shifts around in bed, staring at the pillow wall. That should not have been the first kiss between the two of you.

His mind is running a mile a minute, he wonders if you’ve fallen asleep.

“Bucky, you awake?” Your soft whisper has him tug one pillow away.

“Hey,” His soft smile greets you with his hair tousled and eyes craving sleep.

“Hey,” you smile back, your eyes on the verge of sleep, a few strands of your hair curling around your forehead.

“Can’t sleep?” He wonders and you nod.

“You too?” You ask and he nods.

“Do you want to talk till we fall asleep?” You offer as a plan.

“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky’s heart feels warm.

It is quiet for a moment before Bucky decides to tell you about his promotion at work. It’s hardly been time at the firm but they recognise his potential.

You reach across the wall and hug him, Bucky grins and wraps his arms around you, relishing the moment.

“Thats great! I’m so proud of you!” You cheer him on, he grins. You both slowly pull away from the hug. Returning to your respective sides.

The conversation flows from there, about what his new responsibilities would be and how he would have to divide his time. Both sets of eyelids get heavy and Bucky dozes off mid conversation, you chuckle lightly. Brushing his hair back and then slumber find you as well. With your hand resting on his cheek.

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It’s very warm for the cooler spring day that was predicted.

Bucky is usually feeling like a furnace but today he is exceptionally warm as well. Not that he is complaining but something about the warmth is inviting.

A soft whimper presents itself to Bucky and his eyes peel open. You’re pressed against flush him, his head was buried in the crook of your neck, an arm around your waist. Your arm resting above his own.

“Firefly…” He tries to coax you out of slumber.

“Five more minutes…” You mutter sleepily, shifting around till you face him and your head rests on his chest. How do you have a death grip on him to not let him escape he doesn’t understand.

“Firefly… we gotta get to breakfast…” Bucky manages to free his hand and brushes his thumb over your cheek bone.

Honestly he wouldn’t leave the bed if he woke up to you everyday.

“Shhh, the dough is resting.” You grumble, shifting closer.

“The dough?” Bucky grins amused.

“I’m the dough, must rest in the oven.” You complain again.

“I thought you’re my Firefly.” Oh he’s going to ask you about this.

“I can be two things.” You pull away looking at him.

Bucky looks at you, waiting for the sleepiness to leave you.

“Bucky?” You ask, then look down at your intertwined bodies, well you clinging onto him.

“Firefly, good morning.” He chuckles and then you move away from him all too soon.

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!” You sit up on your side, face hidden in your hands.

“Because the dough needed to rest.” He says matter of factly

“What dough?” You question, then it hits you the drunken analogy you had come up with your best friend and Nat,

“Oh that no, um, i’m, i’m going to the bathroom.”

You grab your phone and things as quickly as possible, Bucky remains laying in bed you know he’s still laughing, the endearment is clear in his demeanour but you have half a mind you’re going to be called dough from now on till you spill the reason.

Me: i sleepily blabbed to him about resting the dough.

Best Friend: you know this is why I too up night classes here, to stay awake for the fresh batch of well rested dough stories.

Nat: 🤣🤣 So how was the resting of the dough on the very hot oven?

Me: i hate you both. It was a drunken analogy about Bucky being warm.

Best Friend: that made you want to be dough resting in the oven.

Nat: so when will you get to baking? Now that you have rested.

Best Friend: oh I think very soon, Bucky’s probably stiffly up to the right temperature.

Me: i will smack you both. stop it.

You groan silently. Keeping your phone on the counter. Useless, your friends are useless comedians at your expense.

Breakfast passes by in the hotel as an uneventful affair, Bucky and you decided that meal times without family intervention would be on best friend mode so the conversation was mutual topics and trying to see if you could squeeze in a marathon of harry potter movies to commemorate the time you did the same in college a year ago.

The ceremony is at five which gives you a few hours to kill before absolutely needing to get ready.

“Do you think we should ask your mum or Maya if she needs any help? It just feels weird being just a guest…”

Bucky’s hair is falling upon his forehead when he looks up at you. Unthinkingly you reach over to help move it, and for a moment he wants to just have your fingertips run through his hair as he lays next to you.

“I, yes, we should.” He wonders if you can hear his heart beating almost as if it will leap out of his chest.

And you both find yourselves barely making it in time to get changed for the ceremony. Bucky takes over ironing duty since he knows your absolutely need to wash your hair before an event otherwise you don’t feel yourself.

In the nick of time you make it, Bucky eternally grateful you had his cufflinks set up and he helps you zip up the dress.

You both are panting by the time you reach the attached ballroom. With just two minutes till the bridal march. The wedding planner shoos you both off with a glare as if Bucky and you never helped set the decor because five people of her team fell ill.

“Shouldn’t have fixed that centrepiece.” You grumble as Bucky snickers before you settle into the seats.

“Firefly, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have left it unfixed.” He whispers leaning in,

“I would.” You whisper back.

“You’re too nice.”

“I’ll break it. Let the reception begin.” You warn him.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder bringing you close.

“I think the dough needs some rest.” He teases.

“James.” You warn, the redness of your cheeks only urging him onward.

“Sorry dough, won’t bother you.” Bucky says, giving you puppy eyes.

“James—,” Your voice caught in your throat at his proximity. He licks his lips, eyes on your soft ones. You’re wearing that red lipstick from the brand you frequently stayed up at night to order from, and he could lie and say the shade does nothing for you because your lips seem so inviting the shade of red adding to your allure.

If you ask him for his heart he’d give it to you right there, he’d get on his knees and beg you to have it.

The bridal march breaks his reverie and both of you stand up with the crowd as Maya walks down the aisle with her father, looking every bit of an angel in her wedding gown.

When you look at her fiancé, your heart lurches, he’s crying tears of joy watching her close the final bit of distance between them and their forever.

As her father gives her hand in her to be husband, the intimate look of hidden smiles they share almost has you look away.

Bucky watches the ceremony play out, Maya and Marcus have to say their vows now and he knows they were best friends before Maya admitted her feelings and they have been together four years before they got engaged.

“I believe the couple have prepared their own vows.” The minister gestures and Marcus’ best man hands him his folded papers.

“Maya, I met you in high school and you were instantly my best friend.” Marcus begins.

“We made a list of promises of what we would do and a set of friendship rules, you may not remember but I still have those pieces of decorated cardboard.”

Maya laughs, recalling the memory.

You look up at Bucky, recalling the moment from where you both turned into each other’s best friends.

“The first time as best friends when we had an argument was over where would we go to for college, because in all honesty you and I can only function if we’re close enough to share our one braincell.”

Their entire bridal party laughs at the joke.

You recall the time you were paired with him to play Charades and the two of you sucked so horribly that the entire group banned the game.

“That day I was so angry but when I went back home I saw those cardboards. I knew college could be done anywhere but my best friend? I couldn’t leave her. That is the best damn decision, I made, well that and proposing to you and today standing in front of you, vowing to be by your side, even when you hate me leaving my clothes scattered on the floor, loving you even when I may be annoyed at you for not being able to pick a place for dinner,”

Maya lightly swats him, then wipes a tear.

You stare at Bucky catching the smile on his face, you wonder what he thinks about, then you feel him about to look at you so you look ahead.

“To cherish you even when things around us may push and shove us to not remember what we’re together for, to nourish and nurture our love, our life,

to work on myself to be the best I can be for you. To support you in everything you need me to support you, to catch you if you stumble, to be held by you if I tumble. I vow to be your best friend, love and husband as long as time is ours.” Marcus gazes lovingly at his bride.

Bucky tears his eyes away when he hears your sniffle. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand. His hand shifts to wipe your tears and to hold you closer. Press his lips to your temple in promise.

“Marcus, how am I supposed to speak now?” Maya complains with a chuckle that masks a small sob.

Her groom shrugs innocently making all the teary eyed faces laugh.

“My Marcus, the day you entered my life, was the most ordinary day I thought but little did I know your doodle of a covalent bond in my notebook would be setting up the reaction for an extraordinary life ahead where I get to stand at the altar with you.” Maya looks up at him, Marcus smiles at her, eyes getting watery.

“When I admitted my feelings to you, I was scared to lose you. So scared that I was going to hold my silence. Then you brought those damn sliders from the place we went to as best friends and I knew I had to tell you how much more love my heart held for you.”

Buck looks down at you, every memory with you playing in his mind, taking in Maya’s words and replacing them with moments he has with his Firefly.

“I vow to not nag you for your clothes strewn across the floor.”

Bucky adores you as you laugh. Then looks back at the bride and groom.

“I vow to be brave when you need me to for myself and for you. I vow to let my fears show so you can be brave for me and yourself. I vow to cherish you for who you are and who you become. To nourish and nurture our love, our life. To work on myself for being the one you need through any stage of life we are at; to be your best friend, love and wife as long as time is ours.”

You gaze up at Bucky when his hand moves in your periphery, you catch the redness of his cheeks, he cried as well. Your hands ache to offer comfort.

Bucky gazes at you, both of your visions blurry from the tears.

“Beautiful words, now I ask you, Marcus Finnegan, do you take Maya Barnes as your lawfully wedded wife?” The minister questions Marcus.

He places the wedding band on her finger.

Bucky grasps your hand in his, fingers curling around the space between yours. You look from the half intertwined hands to Bucky questioningly.

He isn’t going to let you go, no.

If he had gotten to you first that night, maybe if he was brave enough he could have prevented the heartbreak.

“Now I ask you, Maya Barnes, do you take Marcus Finnegan as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister questions Maya.

She places the wedding band on his finger.

You curl your fingers around his hand, letting tears flow down your cheeks. You hope with all your heart you’re interpreting his gesture correctly. If only you had gotten to him first that night.

“I present to you family and friends, by the power vested in me, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes-Finnegan. You may now kiss the bride.”

The cheers and clapping around the ballroom die down into a dull buzz, Bucky cups your cheek with his left hand, pulling your lips onto his own. The kiss filled with a longing and hunger that you both carried for months. Salt mixes with the taste of his lips. Fears slowly let gone off as you grasp his left hand that rests upon your cheek.

When the two of you pull away for air, hidden by everyone standing to keep clapping for the newly weds allowing you both to be tucked away in your little corner.

“Why didn’t we say anything?” Bucky laughs through the tears.

“I was scared to lose you.” You rest your forehead against his, Bucky wipes your tears as you wipe away his own.

“Firefly, I’m never letting you go. Should have walked upto you and that fucker.” He finally admits, confessing his entire plan to you.

“I kept thinking of doing the same when you were with her, showed up with your favourite flowers too. Have it preserved back home…”

“I’ve kept it preserved too.” Bucky admits, joy ceases his heart at your elation.

Your lips meet again, this time with lesser longing than before but the need to have each other ever present. Bucky’s lips peppered kisses all over your face, drawing out laughter from you.

Each mirthful moment tucked away for him to keep.

Your head resting on his chest as his arms around your waist, the slow notes of the song cascade around the two of you, Bucky had you on the dance floor from the first song, dinner left for later.

You tilt your head back looking up at him with so much adoration.

“Waited so long to have you look at me this way.” He admits.

“Always looked at you this way when you weren’t looking.” You confess.

“Never looking away from your gorgeous eyes, Firefly.” He promises, his lips ghost over yours, as you rise on your tip toes even with heels to kiss your Bucky.

He finally got to you. You finally got to him.

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griffinsstories · 1 year

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The Weird Sisters x Fem!Spellman Reader: Six Pills

Summary: You are Sabrina's older sister and instead of Sabrina being the one refusing to sign her name and being the cause of the events afterwards, it's you instead. Set a few months after the Church of Lilith has been established, you haven't been doing too well and with how busy your family has been in cleaning your messes, you mainly tried to stay out of trouble and avoid everyone as much as you could, wandering around the woods and backroads of Greendale...and on one occasion you meet a kind stranger...with less than noble intentions when he offers you something to help with the pain...

Warning: Drug Addiction, Withdrawal Symptoms, Allusions to Character Death (Not really you're just unconscious)

You stared up at the ceiling of the infirmary of the Academy of Unseen Arts, eyes unseeing as you lay down in one of the beds, barely registering the sounds of frantic arguing and panicked questions fluttering around you as you heard your Aunts, Ambrose, Nick and Lilith and the Weird Sisters talking loudly trying to figure out what was wrong with you, the Sister's having found you collapsed in the entrance hall of the school, unconscious and shivering.

Sabrina was holding onto your left hand tightly, and you felt her eyes on you, counting your breaths, assuring herself you were still breathing, you could hear the frustration in your Aunt Zelda’s voice but also the fear as she just didn’t know what was wrong nor did your Aunt Hilda or Ambrose or any of those surrounding your bed.

You couldn’t help but relish having your Aunts, older cousin/brother and your sister near you, though the fact Prudence, Agatha and Dorcas were also present made your heart flutter which was the sodding reason why you were in this mess in the first place. Your head turned to the side and then you spotted that damned bottle filled with those damn pills that left you reduced to this, someone had taken it out of your pockets as you were laid down on the bed.

You struggled to sit up, catching your head in your hands making the others snap in your direction as they watched for a moment as your eyes darted around the room as though trying to make sense of what you were seeing. You struggled to get your thoughts straight then as though finally you had gathered the strength to explain your latest mistake once more…seemed to be the only thing you could make these days as a merciless, self-hating smile spread across your face as your broken mind pulled into being the song you had come up with on one of your...trips.

You gazed directly at Nick and urged your best friend and sister’s boyfriend to listen which he did sitting on your bed and held your free hand, urging you to use him and Sabrina as a way to anchor you to the present. And so, you sang:

“In the woods I met a man.

Old as oak and staff in hand

Sunken eyes but gentle smile

We sat down and talked awhile”.

Lilith’s eyes narrowed at the description of the man but said nothing as you continued.

“And he said I can see it in your eyes.

You've been hurt a couple times.

I've got the perfect antidote.

To cure a heart of stone

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle”

Your Aunts and Ambrose flinched at the comment of having a heart of stone while Lilith’s eyes narrowed onto the blue bottle of pills, an uneasy feeling in her chest began building in her chest.

“He put them right in my hands.

Said this stuff can do wonders take you to Nirvana.

Make you a better man”.

You smiled mirthless, your eyes straying to Agatha, your eyes on her neck exactly where you had slit her throat and once more the guilt began building in your chest and stomach making you pull your hands out of Sabrina’s and Nick’s clutching your chest shaking your head, your eyes closed tight but you kept singing, your tone irritated in the next two lines but shifting to numb as you continued.

“I should've known something was amiss.

When I saw his smile turn to a grin

But

Then as he left me

There so perplexed

He turned and said”.

You ticked off on your fingers, your eyes opening and staring directly into Ambrose's telling him to focus on what you were about to say…

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You ticked them off on your fingers again just as the old man did for you and what you recited on your way home.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You sighed and shook your head angrily at yourself, your drugged and messed up mind repeating that you should have shown the pills to your Aunts or Ambrose when you got home but you didn’t.

“So, I went home.

My heart confused.

Didn't know just what to do.

I popped the cap.

And took a dose.

After all what could I lose”

You shrugged, a bitter tone on the last line but lightened with the next your eyes shining with childlike innocence.

“And then I touched the clouds and bathed in sky.

A magic broom a carpet ride

Before I fell and woke in bed”

You struggled as though acting out what you did yourself on that day, finding it hard to remember what he said.

“Tried to repeat the words he said.

One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

What did he say next?

I forget the rest.

But several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You shrugged your bright usual happy smile back again at the thought of being fine making your Aunts and Ambrose flinch at the confirmation you weren’t fine, while Sabrina and Nick tightened their hold on your hands. The Sister's reaction however shocked you as Dorcas had visible tears in her eyes though they didn’t fall while the tightness around Agatha’s eyes and her clenched fists said plenty, Prudence’s eyes were filled with protective rage and promise of vengeance on the one who made you like this, as her lips tightened near turning them white even through her dark lipstick.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

Five could never hurt.

Just to calm my nerves

Several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You scratched your head looking up as you tried to remember the number of pills the man said you should take but shrugged as if it didn’t matter and continued, your expression going dark and you pulled a knee to your chest.

“Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle

Wish I had the strength back then.

Need to get a refill chase away the evil

All the whispers in my head”

You shook your head once more, your hands going to your ears as you shook it again as though trying to make the whispers going away.

“But I can't find the man I knocked on his door.

His neighbours say no one lived there before.

So now all my days

Just blur in a haze

They go like this”.

You sat back in despair, perplexed at the fact the man didn’t exist but merely confirming Lilith’s suspicions but she waited till the end just to be sure.

“One to stop the chills"

Your body broke out into chills.

"Two to ease the pain."

You clutched at your chest, the pain and guilt surging through your body.

"Three to wash my guilt.

Forget all my shame."

You flashback through everything, you’d done that put your family and the girls you loved in danger all because you couldn’t leave well enough alone.

"Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been.

Here we go again”.

Your eyes darted everywhere before zeroing in on that blue bottle and you sprang for it only to be caught by Ambrose and Nick as they held you up while you struggled to try to get to the bottle needing the words and murmurs in your head to quiet down all the while you sang desperately.

“One to stop the chills”.

Your body once more broke into chills.

“Two to ease the pain”.

You clutched your chest above your heart.

“Three to wash my guilt”.

“Forget all my shame”.

Your eyes darted to Agatha again, hers, Prudence and Dorcas eyes widening along with Ambrose, Nick’s and Sabrina’s as they realised what you were referring to.

“Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been”.

Tears began tracking down your face a broken smile on it as you doubled over once more the two boys picking you up and laying you on your bed as they all watched in suffering as your activeness wore you down you murmured the last few words.

“Here we go again.

Here we go again.

To stop the pain

Forget my shame.

Ah”

Your head rested on a pillow your eyes connecting with each person as you counted.

One

Aunt Zelda and Lilith

Two

Aunt Hilda

Three

Ambrose

Four

Nicholas

Five

Sabrina

Six

With the last number, your eyes met the Sisters, a small sweet smile on your face as you somehow gazed into the three of them at once your view began to darken and as everything faded to black you barely managed to get out the last three words:…. “I love you”.

#the weird sisters #the weird sisters x reader #caos #caos x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina x reader #griffinsstories

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“I have received a letter.” Ambrose said as he poured himself a drink and walked over to the seats around the fire where his aunts were sitting. Zelda had been reading and didn’t look up but Hilda paused and looked up from her knitting to look at him.

“From (Y/N)?” She asked curiously.

“Yes. Due to the evidence from the attack on her home, her house arrest has been lifted and she is able to visit.” Ambrose sounded a little nervous as he explained. This caught Zelda’s interest. Rarely was her nephew nervous?

“When will this pleasant occasion occur?” She asked, flicking her cigarette ash into a nearby ashtray.

“Next week.” Ambrose said quietly. Zelda nodded and Hilda looked rather pleased.

“Well, that’s enough time. We served up a nice dinner. Have the place spick and span.” Hilda said with a smile.

“I don’t think the house will be the issue.” Ambrose said as he tapped his fingers against the side of his glass.

“Well, Faustus is gone. What else could there be?” Zelda asked. On cue, Sabrina hurried into the house calling out for everyone to help her. “Besides that?”

“Me. She might not like me.” Ambrose pointed out. Hilda scoffed as she put her knitting away. Zelda had wanted to say something cleverly cutting and comforting but Sabrina was rather insistent that she needed urgent help. Hilda squeezed his shoulder.

“I’m sure she’ll love you, dear. We all do.” She smiled at him and then hurried after Zelda and Sabrina who had become up in arms about Sabrina’s emergency out in the hall.

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Sabrina found Ambrose alone in the graveyard. He was looking out over the early morning mist and seemed rather jittery. More so than she’d ever seen him before. “Are you alright, Ambrose?” She asked.

“Fine.” He answered quickly. He turned to face her and she could see that he had a half-finished coffee in his hand.

“Are you sure? Isn’t today the day (Y/N) arrives?” She asked and he sighed.

“Yes. You don’t need to remind me. The Aunties have been preparing for days. I. I am trying not to think about it too much.”

“You know each other rather well Ambrose. If she didn’t like you she wouldn’t have sent you so many letters over those years.” Sabrina pointed out. Ambrose stood as she walked away and hummed as if that hadn’t occurred to him. “We’re all ready for the visit, you know. Plus. We helped save (Y/N) and the Aunties convinced the ‘powers that be’ to review (Y/N)’s house arrest sentence. I’d say you’ve gone above and beyond and will get on famously.” Sabrina smiled as she headed back towards the house and hurried up the steps. Unprepared to go inside yet Ambrose sat on the steps of the porch and watched as the mist cleared into the afternoon.

It was much later in the afternoon as Ambrose and Zelda finished lunch together that Hilda hurried into the room.

“There’s a bit of a situation. I received word from (Y/N).” Hilda explained. Zelda saw the way Ambrose stiffened beside her.

“Has she changed her mind about coming?” He asked.

“No. Apparently, there has been a bit of an issue. It was more of a distress signal. We should get going to the edge of town. She’s close.” Hilda explained.

“Well, why didn’t you say that first!” Zelda scolded. She set her cup of tea down and hurried through the house. “Honestly Hilda. Sabrina! Sabrina! We must leave.”

“What’s going on?” Sabrina asked as she hurried downstairs, Salem close behind.

“There’s an incident and we need to help (Y/N).” Hilda explained. Sabrina didn’t need to be told twice and soon the Spellmans were following Hilda’s directions.

Ambrose's first glimpse of you was as you ran, turning backfiring spells rapidly as your pursuers. Even with them hot on your heels, your accuracy was deadly and the spells so efficient he imagined that there must have been hundreds of people after you. The Spellmans worked together to ward off the area and the followers backed off.

“That was amazing.” Ambrose said as he hurried over to you.

“Thank you. That wading spell was fantastic too.” You gushed and smiled at him. It caused him to crack a wide smile too.

“I’m sorry that you came here in such a rushed manner.” Ambrose said softly as the group moved back towards the Spellman home.

“It was my own fault. My house was searched after your aunts helped. They didn’t find what they were looking for because I hid it. It’s a spell book that is said to be written by the dark lord.” You explained. Zelda gasped and raised a hand to her chest in shock while Hilda looked rather impressed.

“Well thank the dark lord we reached you in time.” Zelda said quickly as the last leg of the trip back to the Spellman house was reached. “We should look it over and see why they want it so terribly.”

“That’s the thing. I can’t open the book. There is another one with the spell to open it and the other books. I’ve only found one. I know where another one was but that was years ago.” you explained.

“We’ll be able to figure it out. For now, we should just enjoy being together.” Ambrose offered as he and Sabrina led you inside. Zelda and Hilda stayed outside to place more wards over the house.

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#ambrose spellman #ambrose spellman x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #bonniebird

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honeyynymphh · 1 year

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 🖤

wow five is a lot! I am not going to stick to one fandom because I don't really like a lot of my current stuff haha Ghost Freshly Squeezed (E) Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader A Discordant Melody (E) Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader, PapaIV x Fem!Reader (they are two different characters) Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep (M) Zelda Spellman x Faustus Blackwood - though it's not a ship-centric fic. But there's no happy endings, not here and not now (T) no pairings, just a story about the first time Zelda killed Hilda told in the style of Lemony Snicket. it was meant to be more but I left the fandom. I still like what I wrote and the single chapter can stand on its own. Rather Impulsive (E) Zelda Spellman x Mary Wardwell

#inbox <3 #yes I have two ao3 accounts #I wanted ghost separate from the other stuff

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sweetsufferingss · 3 years

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would anyone be interested in an outrageously overdue part 2 to that wlw sabrina fic 👉🏽👈🏽

#i have a lot of nerve #i know #but i noticed that it still gets notes and wanted to know if ppl were still interested #sabrina spellman x fem!reader #caos #v.txt #romanticism

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recallingrealities · 2 years

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For Chapter 1, click (here)

Chapter 9: Spellbound (NSFW)

(Reader x Zelda Spellman) (NSFW)

(click picture for higher res - Artwork by yours truly, for Aligned. DMs are open for commissions ❤️✍️)

The purple hazing sky hung well before 4 in the morning - she awoke you with an arousing chuckle, her hand rubbing your thigh with gentle pressure.

"You make the most scrumptious whimpers in your sleep, I couldn't help but miss you in the most delicious way"

Your eyes began to open, the words like a silent call that suddenly awoke all of the cells in your body. Her eyes, amber and green, her staggering piercing eyes; like stardust and spitfire, bore into your chest, gifting you sudden lucidity.

She moved towards your mouth, her eyes closing for a moment before the softened, shyly contemplative look met your gaze. Her lips brushed yours with a warm, enticing growl in her teeth.

"How could I be so rude?"

She cocked her eyebrow, as she adjusted her touch, the thumb to be resting on the back crease of your thigh and buttocks. Her other hand reached towards your scalp, and siphoning slow bewitching circles at the base of your crown. She reigned you in with slow pressing kisses warming you entrancingly.

"You really got in my head…"

She started, her purring tone coaxing you as she moved to circle the backs of your ears.

She quickly fastened her legs around you, flipping you both over so that she is nimbly on the other side of the bed. Then, sitting up, she tosses her hair over her shoulder, as if she were on the silver screen. A confident moaning stretch arched through her torso as she reached towards the nightstand; flicking her fingers, opening it magically to feel within her own, several floors away. She retrieved a silver case, opening the face of it, with engraved in spiraling chinese dragons. She snapped her fingers striking a thinly rolled cigarette, with the twitch in her nose. Satisfyingly, Zelda sparks her cigarette between her nimble, perking lips. You couldn't tell with her casually impressive magic, if she was simply showing off to you - or if you hadn't quite realized how smitten you'd grown. Heat rose from your cheeks, her words sent it firing to your ears —

"To think I have gone this long without a cigarette — mind you -"

She couldn't complete another sentence before the warm sweet smoke circled the ceiling of your wicked, wonderful nest.

"Did you wake me for a cigarette chat?"

She turned to you with her daring look ,before a small smile lit between her lips.

"You're very charming when you do that, you know."

Her words seemed to ring in and outside of your mind as she lifts your hand to kiss just below your knuckles.

Your heart began to whip rapidly in your breast —— 'Wait, am I in a dream?'

You knew better than to think aloud in your mind, her close and startling proximity affirmative when you suddenly felt a bubble of connection surround you both in shimmering waves of light blue ripples.

"Did I make you nervous? Or have you not spoken in solely one person's mind before."

You felt as though you might be dreaming, reality awakening something you had told yourself over and over had been in your head.

"I can see here in your history, there is a wonderful editions of affirmations..."

She smiled softly, before blush brightened your cheeks, her kind lips meeting your fingers again. Knowing full well she had heard the history of your thoughts made you not only amazed, but unsure of the amount of time she'd experienced when she turned my mind's pages in seconds.

"I know there is much more to know about you then 'Y/N the spiritualist',"

She raised an eyebrow, inquiring politely as her mind seemed to whir like the tail of a flickering cat would; darting politely and intricately back and forth as she contemplated every syllable.

You went on to talk for what felt like hours, 3 minutes tops in her shimmering bubble of light, as she released it, caressing your soft locks before pressing your lips against hers.

The feeling of her warm body against yours would make anyone swoon, the way her movements rocked yours, like oceans waves deep beneath the surface - you could've sworn it had all been a dream if it weren't for the eyes on that woman. They could shake anyone down through their core.

She shifts her body weight on top of you, before your hands meet hers at your thighs, pulling them back behind her back - you move your left leg assertively between hers. She gasps, taken aback with her curt little grin before suddenly my hand moved off of her, wrist over wrist fastened neatly behind her back with the effortless twitch of a finger. "I don't make habits of… that."

She said before returning your hands to her hips releasing control back to your hands, with the brush of the bridge of her nose against yours.

'—Not when I know what you could do to me with that infatuating demure and pouty lip of yours. There might be a few things I'd let the little witch do to me~.`

Her confident purr hung in the air for merely two beats, before her eyes widened, your hand gripping more generously than just her waist.

" And when, I persuade you?"

Your voice, the only breath of space between your lips, before your tongue is slipping into her mouth, capturing every gasp. Before returning your fingers to her black laced panties, her wetness gleams breathtakingly against your fingers. The moonlight shimmers across their surface before taking them into your mouth, sucking on her warm sweetness gently. Who was she to deny you in her condition, after kissing you the way she did, she bit her lip, nodding in hungering approval. Your hand presses, caressing against the lace, gliding your fingers across her begging slit, your dexterous tips shifting her panties towards the crease of her inner thigh. Gliding across her core, the palm of your hand glides in careful pressure, feeling the wetness slick your skin as you encircle her clit in a slow, clockwork motion. Pressing deeper against her heat, your fingers move to slip —just he tip, at the peak of her entrance - her sudden short whimper causing you to slip completely inside of er. Her arousing gasps exhaust, warming your hot, blushing face. Her legs open for you, wrapping her ankles around your calves, pressing her forehead gently to yours. Your heart skips, before curling forward to inspect her g spot. Massaging it gently, you feel the tender arousal that has built over the evening - what seemed to only be an hour or so by the time dinner had ended. Her sounds were like magics getting you drunk off of the sound of her, her soft sultry whimpers.

Your body practically tingled, a relaxed mist of drunkenness slipping between your muscles. A powerfully quiet reign of silence captured you together, aside from your intense breathes. Entangling your your movements, you drew in closer, pressing her hips against yours. Her gasp ignites you to flex your fingers, adjusting your thumb over her clit before taking a deep, and smiling inhale, as you begin to massage her aching. The drawn out circles make her shiver and moan, yearning cloaking her limb and curling toes. Her moans seem to melt her seriousness, her smile drifts leisurely, melting her usually neutral expressions. Her cheeks and eyes soften as you watch them travel up your stomach and chest. Waning like the light of the moon, her sounds wane quiet, then grow as your swirling fingers build her from intense slowness and adoring to desperate for kisses. Her lips draw up to yours and for the moment you forget what it is to be alive. Your name, what it is to live and sleep and breathe. In this moment you connect so deeply… that it feels as though you have become truly apart of everything.

"Good..?"

You manage to whisper, hazily easing her orgasm as you slip her off your fingers, melting in a puddle beneath you, your own coming to a blissfully and numbing lull. Her expression looks much softer than what you are used to seeing. In fact, it crosses Zelda's mind to pull you closer to kiss her, but in this moment there is so much more suddenly swirling within her. The Earth shattering affliction, having moved her in some way, her fingers shake to open her lighter. You assist her, small flames emerging from your lips as you lean towards her. This was not something you had done before, but as you lean towards the cigarette, it ignites, crackling embers singing it's stick as ringlets of smoke circle her face. If it wasn't for her eyes on you, perhaps you wouldn't have known - but it was as if everything had just replayed for her again just now, a slight shiver rippling across her skin as she lets a small smirk appear on her lips, nodding to answer your pondering.

"You're incredibly talented little seer"

Zelda smiles, taking another drag of her cigarette.

It could've been any day, any morning, but this morning you had spent here with Zelda, had been a fleeting favorite. You both had awoken with such warm radiance, only a time distorted evening could begin to assist. Enough time was spared, the sun still not risen, to share a bath and biscuit with coffee while getting ready for the afternoon's engagements. You rearranged your purse on your armour, before feeling the woman brushed past you - then Zelda's grip began to tighten on your forearm.

"You will look for a message from me"

Her words pressed coldly to your ear causing you to turn to her and scrunch your face against her wet nose, her hair fixed up in a pinned bun, something you had gotten off of your nightstand; An Ethiopian fire opal with braided silver and the sliver of a moan at its side. Her eyes sparkle in the dim candlelit bathroom before the two of you dressed, fastening the buttons on one another's backs. Of course Zelda did the writing trick on the armoire doors and pulled out a high necked, black dress with victorian sleeves and skirting. Black lace trimming her wrists and neckline, each crease anointed itself with acidic black pearls. Hues of purples, greens, and yellows swirling towards their center.

"Do you suppose we will have time with Sundays lesson preparations and - blasted. The Litha fires…"

Zelda grumbled under her breath, leaning back to gaze upon you, before a cigarette appeared, smoking between her lips.

"What is it?"

You turn to face her, eyeing the lin fastened neatly in her hair before adjusting your own olive draping skirt and black button up top (with buttons along its spine) in turtleneck fashion, as well as dramatic waving ruffles down the breast. I pin my earrings before swinging my legs towards her, the light of her popping embers catching my eye.

"Next Weekend will be the Litha fires ceremony and I've hardly prepared - I was going to ask if we'd have time for our check-ins Sunday with lesson planning, and preparation for the Litha fires, and I completely lost the notion that the time had arrived so quickly. Would you be interested in helping to prepare me for the Litha fires advent st the academy - and before you answer - I' would like to spend some time working on my practicing' ,"

The proud woman erects her spine, ashing into the abalone shell in front of her before eyeing the clock and clutching her cost at the side of her chair.

"I'll be honest with you, I'm a bit nervous at the alignment of our ways - my practices and yours"

Her eyes connect with yours, her handsome wrinkled brow and vivid green eyed piercing mine as if to hold me from the inside

"Your perspective and supernatural excellence will be welcome amongst our Coven."

She affirms, a shock hitting my system miss my spiral sparks into a sprinting rhythm, as I notice the Directrix leaning forward, clasping my knee with her forefinger and thumb, rubbing the side of my thigh reassuringly - and I swear to you the shivers up my spine are her… ecstasy.

I'm spellbound.

She gasps, in delicious ecstasy. The gorgeous yearning that devours her, nipping at the peak of her need for you. Watching you wince at her touch sent a sudden luscious warmth between her thighs as hot blush mists her cheeks pulling you closer to her betwixt the sheets, adjusting to adjust a curl behind your ear, kissing your soft neck.

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Each morning you wake up to the birds. To the call of ducks, and mourning doves, the laugh of happy seagulls and the huddles of mother black capped chickadees, their newly fed younglings, anointed with coats of dashing young feathers. Mornings are the inevitable dawning of the sun. The primal ceremony of singing beetles and stretching dragonflies. The chorus of fed, shimmering frogs, and dew diamonded sweet grass. Mornings are the declaration of nature. Conquering and choosing to wake up and chorus every morning. A ball of fire circles in space around us and we rejoice for the warmth of it's rays every single day.

For me, it is the warmth of your smile each morning that feels like the birds song and sunshine on my face.

We may not know it yet, but I think waking up to warm beaches with you, feels like heaven. Perhaps it's the fiery licking locks of her sunshine hair. The golden warmth of her smile, and eyes like young juniper sprigs against the belly of a young buck. Her laugh, warming my belly like sleepy temple kisses from your lover. I am choosing to trust in the universe - when I understand the feeling growing inside of me, and feel myself yearning to say - she is a woman I can see home in.

The morning sun begins just to rise, far earlier than anyone on a weekend would allow, but with only the peak of your blinds, you urge yourself to make coffee with the twist of your fingers, brewing into your warm teakettle. It was gorgeous mornings like these, with a fantastic woman tangled in you sheets, that you realize the world is to be taken by storm. Tea, then coffee for Zelda.

(A little known fact and intuition you picked up on during a collection of kisses post coital… her thinking about breakfast with you the next morning. - meant everything to you.)

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Ambrose Spellman x Fem!Reader

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I was walking through the freshly fallen snow and smiled. It was a perfect day, but I needed to help my Father out at the museum. I absolutely loved going there and seeing all the different artwork, but working there occasionally was so much better. Hardly anyone would show up today with all the snow outside, but it didn’t matter to me. Father was having me dust a few things and make sure they were perfect. That when I noticed him. He was a boy, looked to be older and I’ve seen him with my friend Sabrina before. He was gorgeous and I decided I would take just a quick break and draw him. I glanced at him and started sketching. It was a little hard since he kept looking around, but I managed. I got everything perfect, except I didn’t get to draw his face… He never looked my way long enough to draw it properly. I looked up and accidentally dropped my pencil. I sighed and looked up and he was standing in front of me, holding my pencil. My eyes widened and I blushed.

“You’re really good.” He said, in a british accent.

“T-Thank you.” I said and took my pencil from him.

“But you forgot my face.” He said.

“Heh… Um yeah…” I blushed deeper.

“So why don’t you?” He asked and sat next to me.

“Oh…um… A-Are you sure? I mean… Aren’t you like… busy or something?” I asked, cursing myself for being so nervous.

“Not particularly. I mean I’m looking for a painting for my cousin, but that can always wait.” He said with a smile.

“So, go on, finish it.” He encouraged and I bit my lip. I looked down at the paper and back up at him. He was so handsome… I quickly sketched in his face and he smiled brightly at me.

“You are so talented.” He said and I blushed.

“T-Thank you…” I said quietly.

“Y/N? What are you doing? You’re supposed to be dusting!” Father said walking up to us.

“Sorry Father, I just got… inspired.” I said with a slight blush. He looked down at my sketch book and then to the boy sitting next to me.

“Right… Just don’t take too long or you’ll be dusting till midnight.” He said and walked off. My cheek burned red and I quickly closed my sketch book, placing it in my bag.

“S-Sorry, but I should get back to work.” I said, standing up and started to dust again.

“Actually, might you be able to help me find this painting?” He asked and showed me a picture and I smiled.

“Oh that’s Inferno, done by Franz von Stuck.” I answered and his face lit up.

“Do you guys have it on display here?” He asked and I nodded.

“We just got it in a few weeks ago, my Father put it on display last week. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for it.” I said as I started to walk in the direction of the painting.

“Here it is!” I said and he looked at it with wide eyes.

“It’s much more creepy in person.” He said and I nodded.

“What can you tell me about it?” He asked.

“Well, it’s a reference to Dante Alighieri’s journey through hell. Stuck may have been traditional in the symbols he chose, but the colors and poses are oddly modern. And-”

“What about the artist himself?” He asked, cutting me off.

“Franz? Well he was a German painter, sculptor, printmaker, and architect. He was best known for his paintings of ancient mythology though. Many of his paintings are considered very dark and creepy, the tend to give people and uneasy feeling.” I said.

“Did he make any other paintings related to Hell?” He asked.

“Oh yes, in fact, one of my favorites is on display right over here.” I said and walked a bit to the right.

“This is called Lucifer. He completed it in 1890 and some say that he met Lucifer which is why he painted this.” I said. I looked over and the boy stared at it with wide eyes.

“Are you alright?” I asked and gently touched his arm.

“Oh yes, just… admiring it.” He said after a moment.

“Is there anything else you can tell me about this one?” He asked.

“Well Ferdianand Maximilian Karl Leopild Maria of Bulgaria bought the painting for the royal collection in Sofia from Stuck’s studio in 1891. In 1930, King Borise Klemens Robert Maria Pius Ludwig Stanislaus Exaver added it to the National Museum and from 1948 it was part of the National Art Gallery. In 1985 it was transferred to the National Gallery for Foreign Art. It has been traveling from Gallery to Gallery for a while now, and some people say nothing but bad luck follows it.” I said and he looked at me.

“But didn’t you say this was your favorite?” He asked and I nodded with a smile.

“It’s so interesting. Just think that maybe he actually did meet Lucifer and this is what he actually looks like.” I said and he nodded.

“Why do people say bad luck follows it?” He asked.

“Well, I think people just say that because it has to do with Satan and people don’t particularly like him.” I said.

“Do you?” He asked and I shook my head.

“I won’t lie and say it doesn’t interest me, but if everything about him is true then no.” I answered and he nodded.

“Well, thank you for your help Y/N. I do believe you helped me find what I needed.” He said and I smiled.

“Happy to help, if you ever need anything I’m pretty much here all the time.” I said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled and held out his hand to me.

“I’m Ambrose, by the way.” He said and I shook his hand. It felt magical and I blushed slightly.

“It’s nice to meet you, but I should really get back to dusting before my Father kills me.” I said and he smiled.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said and kissed my hand. I watched him walk off as butterflies exploded in my stomach. Wow I’ve got it bad…

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madamwolfe · 2 years

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Return to Greendale

Zelda Spellman x fem reader

Here is a small snippet of a much longer fic I posted on AO3 a while ago, but in case you're not familiar...

Summary: Takes place in the immediate aftermath of Sabrina's death, the reader returs to Greendale and Zelda after decades apart. Full fic available here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31503407

A/N: reader (you) is referred to as Vera, I found it a bit simpler that way, in this long fic.

First time I’m writing on Tumblr🫣

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Something odd was going on in your mind, flashes of memories from years past flooded your attention as you stepped into the Academy. It was as though you were a mere student again, late for class and planning mischief with Zelda. The sentimental moment passed quickly as you laid eyes on the statue of a young girl. Without knowing what exactly had happened here, you felt it. Evil had passed these corridors, lived in these walls. More frightening than Satan himself, a darkness, an emptiness that left nothing behind. You shuddered, goosebumps trickling your skin.

You came to a halt, regarding the statue once more. The room was lit by hundreds of candles, providing warmth on this sad day. The last time you had set foot in the halls of the Academy, nearly two decades ago, the foreboding eyes of the Dark Lord had stared down at you. A sinking feeling settled in your stomach, as your eyes travelled away from the statue, falling upon the woman with glorious auburn locks.

She stood beside her sister, speaking in a hushed tone, “She looks beautiful, doesn’t she, Hildie?” Zelda was unmistakable where she stood, gazing up at the stone girl. She did not move, not noticing you only a few paces away. You stood frozen, listening to their conversation, your intuition telling you to let this pass uninterrupted.

“Yep.” A pause, “she really does.” Hilda whispered, seemingly unable to find words. A heavy silence filled the large space, and you noticed Hilda turning slightly towards her sister, hesitating, “Zelds, I… Uh- was thinking that Doctor Cee and I, um, we’ll probably just move back into the Mortuary. Because we Spellmans should stick together, I think.” She let out a strangled breath, moving her gaze to the statue once more.

Zelda regarded her for a moment, “All right.”

“Good.”

“If you think so.” Zelda’s eyes remained locked on her sister, hands folded tightly in front of her as she stood, “Why?” she whispered then, a tortured look crossing her face, one that caused your heart to clench in sympathy. Zelda’s hands came up to cover her face as a sob escaped her, “Why did you not preserve her, Dark Mother?” she looked upon the statue of Hecate, a fire of blame in her eyes.

Hilda struggled to remain composed, mumbling her agreement, “I don’t know.”

“It’s not right, Hilda. It’s just not right that she’s gone!”

“No.”

Even seeing her like this, shoulders hunched forward, only her auburn hair to identify her, she evoked every warm and tingling feeling in you, your heart skipping a beat. It was excitement at being close to her again, to know you were about to reach her, fingers touching her skin. It was a dream, yet it was a nightmare. For the one fleeting moment of happiness, there was a darkness looming in return. It was a prominent mist swallowing the light, and you were powerless to it. You could only let yourself be consumed and hope you would find the air to breath. This was the waking nightmare that was watching Zelda in her despair. You allowed yourself this moment, to feel the horror of your love. But it could not be lingering, you had to sustain it for Zelda. Searching within yourself, you pulled at your inner strength, pushing aside your own feelings. This time, you would be everything Zelda needed, even if it killed you.

Swallowing hard, your throat constricting with the threatening tears, you took a deep breath and spoke tentatively, seizing the moment, “Zelda?”

Through the cloud of grief, Zelda’s eyes widened in surprise as she realised who stood before her as she turned, “Vera?” She croaked.

In that moment, you could sense Zelda’s world caving in, instinct telling you to leap forward. Gathering her in a strong embrace, Zelda let out a cry of pain in her dismay, not caring that the entire Academy could hear her. The sound brought tears to your eyes, blurring your vision, and threatened to spill. It was a sound that pierced your core, tearing your very soul. You felt Zelda’s weight against you as she sagged to the floor. Her hands frantically gripped the fabric of your blazer. Desperate to offer any comfort, you started whispering words of comfort into her ear, words of love and affection.

The sound of running feet alerted you, and you looked up to see several students staring at the scene. With a gentle waive, Hilda ushered the others away, a hint of relief in her eyes.

“Vera?” Zelda repeated, as though not quite believing her eyes. She pulled away to regard the woman whose arms were wrapped tightly around her.

You gave a nod, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead in confirmation. In that moment, reality hit you like a tidal wave. Fear and anxiety simmered within you, but you managed to push it away. Having set your inner turmoil aside, you reached forward and stoked Zelda’s soft cheeks with the tender touch of your hands, “Oh my love, I am so sorry.”

Zelda opened her mouth to speak but was unable. Her body slumped once more, and you took her into your arms. Yet again, you found herself focusing on your mantra, lacuane magicae. With your renewed energy, you teleported the two of them into the High Priestess office, seeking privacy. You knew her well enough to know what Zelda needed; she had never been comfortable at openly revealing her state of mind.

The next moment, you were positioned in front of the office fireplace, seated opposite one another in the velvet sofa. Sparing a glance at your surroundings, you saw the office had hardly changed at all. The room was dimly lit, adding to the late-night atmosphere. At the centre of the room, in front of the windows stood a massive oak desk, the very same, as centuries prior. The only changes you could see were a few of Zelda’s personal belongings: an exquisite crystal ashtray; a photograph of Edward with baby Sabrina in his arms; and an ancient sphinx in copper which you recognised to be an object you had once gifted Zelda.

Your eyes locked onto Zelda’s watery gaze, it seemed as though she was carrying the weight of the universe on her shoulders. Reaching out to take her hand, Zelda grasped it between both her own. The touch seemed to have a reassuring effect, grounding her to the present. She took a deep, steadying breath and proceeded to recount the events having passed over the last months. You couldn’t help but wonder how mere months could have wrecked such havoc in their long lifespan. At every harrowing detail, you felt a piece of your heart breaking. Your worst fears were confirmed by Zelda’s words. You had only ever heard tales of the Eldritch Terrors. You could never have imagined that they would manifest themselves in Greendale. Nor could you have imagined it would cost Sabrina her life. Sweet, young, and clever Sabrina. Your gut churned with guilt, settling there with no intention of leaving. If you were honest with yourself, you were at a loss of words. How could you ever be enough for Zelda through this? How could you be so very blind to think you could ever be enough? These voices in the back of your head were incessant, but you managed to push them away. You were here for Zelda; you could not fall victim to your own insecurities. Taking a deep breath, you knelt to the floor in front of the other woman, placing your steady hands on Zelda’s trembling thighs, “I am so sorry, no words I offer could ever be enough.” Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, hot and unwelcome. You would give anything to take Zelda’s pain away.

Zelda let out a strangled sob, “I killed her, Vera!” Her voice a harsh whisper, as though she was confessing a great secret. She fell forward into your strong arms; all you could do was to catch her and share her pain. You were unable to find words, so you merely held her, placing tender kisses to the side of Zelda’s head. Your own tears mingled with Zelda’s, this grief surpassing all else. No words could ever be enough. Zelda had lost a child. It was a loss you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy; the cruelty of it.

Many moments passed in each other’s arms; you wished you could stay like this for a little longer. But Zelda was exhausted, not that she would ever admit to such a thing. You knew her, truly knew her, even after all these years.

Summoning strength, you rose to your feet, pulling Zelda up. You never let go of her hands, your link everlasting. Gazing into tired blue eyes, you spoke quietly, “You need rest, Zelda.”

The High Priestess straightened her back in at attempt at composing herself, “We haven’t finished talking, and-”

“Hush, love.” Your velvet voice was enough to persuade her, and she shut her mouth. You regarded her once more, taking in her impeccable stance and beauty. How could she look this perfect, while feeling broken inside? You wondered what she yourself looked like now. Taking her hand, you led Zelda to the adjoining room. It was, as you knew very well, the personal quarters of the Directrix. A brief excitement tingled in your belly as memories flashed by.

The room was dark, but with a whispered spell, candles lit, illuminating the room in warm light. A large bed stood at the centre of the room, sheltered in a canopy of heavy drapes. Without the exchange of words, you guided a numb Zelda to the bed, who immediately laid down on one side, drawing her knees up to her chest. You sat down on the edge, next to her, “Try and sleep.” You whispered gently before bending down to place a soft kiss on Zelda’s lips. Even this fleeting kiss was everything you remembered it was. Soft, she tasted a hint of wine and cigarettes, the sensation spreading warmth in your chest. The moment between you lingered, and you felt Zelda’s hand reach up to caress your cheek, “I have missed you.” She whispered; eyes closed.

“And I, you.”

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mccrps · 5 years

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Y’all please please PLEASE GIVE ME SOME DARK!SABRINA MUSE BC I GOT A REALLY GOOD REQUEST AND I WANT TO BE THE ONE TO WRITE IT AND DO IT JUSTICE. Idk why I’m yelling but please give me something y’all 😭

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A cry for help CH 3

Summary: It’s a boring day at the mortuary.

Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader

A/N: Again, if any grammar mistakes I apologize.

Looking out the kitchen window, you watch Sabrina and her friends along with a couple of academy students hang about talking and catching up on their lives. After all it was a Friday, but for you it was just a regular day. Boring day, at that fact.

“Why don’t you go out there, love?” Hilda asks. “Make some new friends.” You shrug, still looking out. “I don’t know, it’s just I’m not a part of them so it’ll feel weird…forget it.” Turning away from the window, you look at what Hilda is doing and see her grabbing fresh lemons, “Need help?” You start to grab the lemons and grab the cutting board. “Oh, thank you dear. Nice slices,” She instructions. You hear high heels coming towards the kitchen and a second later Zelda appears in view.

“What are you two up to?”

“Making lemonade for the kids. Want to help?” Hilda holds up a lemon to Zelda, who makes a face in return. “I’ll pass. I actually want to talk to Y/N for a second. Do you have a second?” You stop what you’re doing and look up. “Oh, okay.” Grabbing the lemon and knife from you, Hilda waves you off towards Zelda. “Off you go, dear.”

Following Zelda into the living room you watch her grab two brandy glasses from her stash she has in the middle of the hallway and pour herself and you a drink. Walking back to you she holds out the now half full glass. “Come. Sit.” You follow and sit across from her in the chair. She sits down and places her feet on the little foot rest she has. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

“I actually want to tell you that I admire you, you came a long way in such a short time. I knew witches who went through what you did and they would keep it with them for weeks, sometimes years, but you-you are different,” You feel a blush spread across your cheeks. Zelda raises her glass to her lips and takes a sip and you do the same before looking at the fire that is behind you. From the corner of your eye you see Zelda lean forward towards you which brings your attention back to her and she leans in with a look in her eyes.

“You are a remarkable woman, Y/n. Truly,” This time you didn’t break eye contact with her. You glance down at her lips that part slightly and your mouth goes dry-

“Aunties!”

Sabrina’s voice sounds from the entrance, along with her friends. Quickly pulling apart and standing, you place your glass down and Zelda stays sitting, calm. Hilda comes out of the kitchen with fresh lemonade and the teens run up and each take one. “I should go wash up for work tomorrow. It was nice talking to you Zelda. Maybe we should…do it again sometime?” The ginger nods. “Anytime.” With that you wave at Sabrina and everyone and make your exit to your room.

“What were you and Y/N talking about?” Hilda asks handing out cups.

“Nothing of importance to you, sister,” Zelda responds, getting up, annoyance in her voice. She walks past Hilda and grabs a cup for herself.

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multimilfs · 3 years

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Zelda Spellman x Fem!Reader x Lilith: Complexities of a Witch

Summary: thewriting-dragon requested “Zelda X Reader X Lilith: Two sassy badass magical milfs and their soft gf who would kill multiple men to see her strong girlfriends just have a moment's peace because they deserve it.”

A/N: Okay nobody fillet me if certain details for s3 are off. I don’t remember them entirely so I’m going off of the little information I remembered and some youtube clips. That aside, I hope you all enjoy!!

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @angel7376

Warning(s): Minor Violence

You could swear that your hair was turning grey. With each passing day, the stress piled on, until you were positive that strands of your hair were turning color. It left you stunned and confused. Zelda had almost a hundred years on you and her hair was perfectly normal. And she dealt with more stress everyday than an entire town would.

“Zelda,” You whined, coming out of the bathroom, “I’m greying.”

Looking up from her book, she scoffed at the dramatics. She marked her place with a finger. Her eyes scanned you from head to toe, narrowed in concentration.

“You most certainly are not,” She finally declared, “I don’t see a single grey hair on your head.”

“Well, you’re missing it, Zee. All of you are stressing me to the point of madness and my hair is starting to reflect it.”

“Oh, hush. Come here.”

You trudged over to her side of the bed, perching next to her as she looked over your strands closely. Her nails lightly scratched at certain areas of your scalp during her examination. Finally, she leant away from you and shook her head.

“One grey strand, Y/N. You’re raising heaven over a single strand?” Zelda rolled her eyes.

“One strand leads to more! Before you know it, I’ll have a head of them.”

“Oh, Y/N, do be reasonable.”

“I am! How have you not gone grey? Sabrina puts you through so much.”

“Oh that’s easy, I stopped caring ages ago.” Zelda said easily, leaning back against the pillows.

You knew as well as she did that it was a lie. She loved Sabrina to a fault, constantly putting up with her antics. You all did. But it seemed she had no intention of continuing the line of conversation. So you resorted to a sure way to get answers; teasing Zelda until she gave up the truth.

“Are you sure that you’re not dyeing your hair and hiding it from us?” You asked innocently, trying to hide your mischievous grin behind a hand.

Zelda sputtered indignantly, attempting to form words, but failing to do so. You couldn’t hold back your laugh at her reaction. She frowned, recognizing your teasing and obviously not feeling very keen on it.

“What have you done to inspire such a frown?” A warm, curious voice said from behind the two of you.

Not aware of another presence in the room, you nearly fell off of the bed in surprise. You leveled a glare at Lilith as she leant against the door. Her look was far too smug for your liking.

“See?” You said, looking at Zelda, “The antics of this family will turn my hair in a week!”

“Lilith, tell her that she’s being entirely too dramatic about this.” Zelda requested.

“I’ll do no such thing,” Lilith responded, clearly enjoying herself, “Even I would struggle to maintain the natural hair color of this body if I were in her position.”

A long, hard stare was aimed at the demoness. She was completely unfazed by it, having become used to far worse looks in Hell. You just grinned triumphantly at Zelda for a few moments. It was very rare that Lilith took your side in matters like these. Zelda and Lilith tended to be of like mind, especially when it would grate on your nerves.

Rather than respond to any of the teasing, Zelda turned onto her side, facing away from the two of you with a huff. You laughed silently, shaking the bed with the effort to keep it contained.

“Aw, Zee, I’m sorry.” You tried, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“You certainly are not.”

“Oh but I am, aren’t I, Lilith?”

“Yes, very sorry.” She agreed, though without enough emotion to seem sincere.

“Go to bed, both of you.” Zelda demanded, turning over for just a moment to press a kiss to your lips and glare in Lilith’s direction, before turning the lights off with a snap.

Through the darkness, you heard Lilith scoff at the other witch’s behavior. Though part of you expected her to stay awake in protest, the bed soon dipped with her weight. Her arms wrapped around you and you allowed yourself to fall asleep just like that.

----

When you woke up, there was a dreadful absence on both of your sides. Though the blankets were piled on top of you, the chill in the air wormed its way past them. You shook without either of your lovers to keep you warm.

Reaching out blindly, you searched for them with closed eyes. Lilith often took to reading before you woke, perching herself on the bench at the foot of the bed. If stretched fully then you could typically poke her in the back. Nothing met your reach.

You grumbled miserably. If neither witch was in the room, it meant they’d already convened for breakfast. Likely, you had slept longer than intended, and would be sure to hear about it.

Dreading the inevitable teasings and musings of Zelda, you trudged from bed and down the stairs. But no noise followed your descent from the last step. There was no light chatter or laughter from the kitchen. The comforting babbling of the pots and shrieking of the kettle, nowhere to be found.

“Hilda? Zelda, Lilith?” You called, walking into the kitchen.

The area that was so typically warm and busy, was now completely empty. Cold light seeped in through the drawn curtains. A chill went down your spin as you spun around, looking in every part of the room for someone of the Spellman family.

“Sabrina… Ambrose?” You tried helplessly.

No luck.

Timidly, you stepped further into the room. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in the cobwebs clinging to the chandelier; cobwebs you were positive hadn’t been there previously. Tracing over the table led to a collection of dust on the end of your finger. Everything felt hopelessly, terribly confusing.

A sudden crash to your right put you on high alert, throwing your hands up just in time. But it wasn’t a wild animal or enemy looking back at you, frozen in space. It was Ambrose.

“Ambrose!” You exclaimed, dropping your magical hold to throw your arms around him, “I am so glad to see you.”

“As am I, Auntie, but we can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

You reeled away from him, confused at his words. What could be safer than your own home? The one you’d all been part of for so long? Zelda had to be around somewhere, she’d never abandon the mortuary. It wasn’t her style.

“Ambrose, you’re talking nonsense. Now where are Zelda and Lilith? I’m sure we can handle whatever Sabrina has cooked up as a family.”

“You don’t understand,” Ambrose said in a severe whisper, “Nowhere is safe. Not even Hell.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t hard to throw off the balance of this plane, but it was unheard of for the infernal plane to be affected. And if Hell was dangerous then that meant…

“Where is everyone, Ambrose?” You whispered, fearing the answer, “Where is Zelda? Lilith? Your Aunt Hilda would never let the house become so tattered… are they…”

“You really don’t know what’s going on?” He asked.

“If I knew what was going on I wouldn’t be asking you.”

“They all… I mean, well... The pagans brought the reckoning and very few survived.”

“No,” You shook your head, backing away, “They can’t be gone. Not like this.”

“I’m sorry, Auntie.”

He placed a hand on your arm, squeezing gently. You felt like his words had gutted you and left you hollow. Despite the fine layers of dust and cobwebs, the memories of the house still felt alive around you.

The smell of Zelda’s cigarette smoke lingered on everything. You could practically see her there, newspaper in hand, smoke billowing from behind it. Lilith’s voice rang in your ears, heckling Zelda about something miniscule. It was always like that. Warm, teasing, and comfortable. You would hide a laugh, but Zelda knew you too well.

Your family lingered in every corner.

Another squeeze on your arm brought you back to the present, looking directly at Ambrose. His eyes were full of the sadness that you felt. But his held more reserve, more… acceptance. This was new to you, though it wasn’t to him.

You refused to let yourself cry. Neither Zelda or Lilith would have wanted it, they cared for action. In your heart you knew that all you could do was work with the tools you had. Magic, heart, and Ambrose.

“Alright, now fill me in on these Pagans.” You said.

And fill you in he did. Though nothing could explain how the time had moved without you, how you ended up in the middle without even knowing it. Fortunately, just as the two of you hit a dead end, Sabrina appeared out of nowhere.

The details were fuzzy and you were running on a lot of hope, but you had faith in Sabrina. If not, at least she had her misplaced confidence. You’d go out fighting.

Sabrina was to shift things around in time, to bring back your loved ones. You stood by Zelda’s skeleton in the Mortuary’s basement, hoping that any second she’d become real, as Sabrina united the past, present, and future once more.

You felt the change, but nothing happened next to you. The hope in your heart was slowly waning. It was hard to hold back the emotions, but it seemed not to matter at all, as a rustling next to you became apparent.

Sitting up on the table was Zelda, looking confused and extremely annoyed. Ambrose explained that she’d been shot at the front door. You wanted to make the person pay, but right now you were entirely too happy to see Zelda to care.

“Zelda,” You breathed out, making her look to you, before wrapping your arms around her, “You’re okay.”

“Of course I am. I couldn’t leave you to deal with Sabrina alone, now could I?” She asked.

Her voice was hauty, but you knew she was joking by the sweet tone in her voice. The gentleness you heard only in special moments.

“Speaking of Sabrina, we’re meeting her near the Cain pit. You missed a lot while you were… sleeping.”

You could see that she detested waiting for any answers, but grudgingly let you pull her out to the Cain pit, where a large group of witches were waiting. It was then that she realized why she hadn’t been buried in it. Hilda was still laying in it and had been for far too long.

Her grip tightened on your hand and you squeezed back. You’d spent the last day mourning your entire family, but Hilda had been with Zelda since they were children. The pain there was likely unimaginable.

But you all joined hands, amplifying Zelda’s wishes. Her screams to the sky, calling on Hecate. The pain in her voice rang through you like a shot. If you weren’t present, forming a circle with your sister witches, you could’ve sworn you had been shot. The pain certainly felt similar.

Waiting with bated breath, Zelda called out after her chanting. One hand placed on the dirt of the Cain pit.

“Hildy?” She said brokenly.

Then, to everyone’s relief, a hand broke through the dirt. Zelda grabbed it eagerly. You could feel the tension leave everyone’s body. It made you especially grateful to release their hands.

You watched joyfully as Hilda clawed her way out of the dirt, crouching to help her. The dirt caked under your nails didn’t bother you like it normally would. It was a small price to pay.

After that, the plan was laid out. By Sabrina, no less. All of the witches were in agreement on how the Pagans would be dealt with. With swift, painful justice. It would be far too dangerous to let them live any longer. They would just work their way back into this same situation. The plan would take place as they sacrificed the virgin of their choosing to the Green Man.

There was enough time for everyone to disband and prepare, or rest, in your case. But you couldn’t bear to rest now. You had your entire family back, minus one key person. Lilith. Little was known about what had happened in Hell, or maybe Ambrose wouldn’t tell you much.

You just knew that your heart was aching, longing for the other woman you so deeply loved. A fire, long put out, was burning in your gut. It threatened to overwhelm you. Instead, you vowed to save it for the Pagans.

You would get your life back, no matter what it took.

----

The plan had worked perfectly. Sabrina had gone disguised as Robin, Pesta disguised as Ms. Wardwell. Now the Pagans were fleeing. But the big three, the so called ‘Gods’, were frantically packing their things.

Hilda went after Circe, Harvey and Roz went after the gorgon, and that left Pan to you. While the rest of your coven chased the younger Pagans, you elected to confront Pan head-on. Alone. While he loaded his truck, out in the open, you walked up. You did your best to keep your anger at bay when he set his eyes on you.

“What can I do for you, witch?” He snarled.

“You’ve taken something very important from me. I want it back.” You said casually.

The laugh that left his mouth was cold, empty of any humor whatsoever. You wanted to scream, to rip him limb from limb over what he’d done to your family. Your coven. The pain all of them had endured because of them.

“Not likely. I don’t offer kindness to the whores of Satan.”

“You don’t offer kindness to anyone, false God.” You hissed.

His hackles raised then, offended beyond what words could say. Stepping away from his vehicle, he sneered at you, disdain clear in his eyes. Stretching his arms out to either side revealed his true nature beneath the illusion. The true Pan.

“Your Satan is the false God, but I am real, for I am the great God Pan. And my gaze is madness incarnate…” He proclaimed in a haughty tone.

Your clapping stunned him. It was slow and deliberate, fake and insulting. You held no fear as you walked right up to him and stared directly into his eyes.

“I’ve consumed madness before,” You said, a twisted smile spreading on your lips as he stepped back, “And I kept returning for more.”

With a snap of your fingers, the shimmer illusion around him dropped. The one barrier between you and his true form. Your eyes never dropped from his. He attempted to step away from you, but you wouldn’t have it. Then you swung your arm viciously.

“This is for Zelda,” You whispered after burying a blade in his chest, before pulling it out and burying it in his neck, “And that is for Lilith.”

He crumpled to the ground in front of you. As you stood over him, you stared at the wounds you made. Part of you wished that you’d taken more time to make him suffer. But what’s done is done, you can't turn back time.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Turning, your eyes landed on Lilith and Zelda. It was Lilith who’d spoken, leaning against a tree, her smirk visible even from where you were standing. Your heart jumped in your chest at seeing her alive and well.

“You’re… You’re back.” You said happily, tears in your eyes.

“Of course I am. Now, are you going to give me a proper welcome or not?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

You wasted no time in moving to her and throwing yourself into her arms. At first, you did your best to be mindful of where your hands were. Pan’s blood was all over them and you didn’t want to stain her dress, but she didn’t seem to mind as she took your hands into her’s.

She pulled you into a searing kiss. All your thoughts of revenge faded into nothingness as your lips met hers. Personally, you’d never felt Hellfire, but you would bet that it had nothing on her kiss.

Zelda scoffed from beside the two of you. Without looking at her, you knew without a doubt that her eyes were rolling. It was her trademark at this point.

With no small amount of effort, you pulled away from Lilith’s kiss, extending a hand to Zelda. Letting her annoyance wane for a moment, she took it and kissed you just as aggressively as Lilith had. Though where Zelda had rolled her eyes, Lilith was now watching with dark eyes.

It would have been easy to let the touches descend into something sinfully fun, but that wasn’t what you felt. You were so relieved to have your lovers back safe. Overwhelmingly, you felt nothing but your intense love in this moment.

“Let’s go home.” You whispered after pulling away, happily dragging both witches back to your safe haven.

----

“Look at this,” You urged Zelda over to your side, pointing to your hair, “Right here.”

“You’re calmer about this one, I see.” She said.

“I think I… appreciate them now, more than I hate them.”

“Is that so?”

“I wouldn’t have them if I didn’t care. So I consider it good that I care so much about my family, even if it gives me grey hair.” You admitted, avoiding her eyes as your cheeks burned red.

Zelda was quiet for a few moments and you wondered if you left her speechless for once. But rather than say anything, she placed a sweet kiss upon your lips. Her thumb rubbed over your cheekbone affectionately.

“Having so much love is a remarkable gift.” Zelda murmured, punctuating the statement with another kiss.

You leaned into the rare moment of open, sappy affection. It was nice to spend time like this, reveling in the love of your family. To know how loved you were.

“I walked into a sap fest, I see,” Lilith’s voice came from the doorway, “Hard to believe I’m looking at the same witch who slaughtered a God two days ago.”

She was nursing a glass in her hand, taking a sip as her humorous eyes glanced over the rim. You gave a small laugh. Though she'll tease you endlessly about your ways, she did envy how open you could be with all of it. Love, care, honesty. It’d been completely foreign to her for so long.

“What can I say, sweetheart? I’m just complex like that.”

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HOME | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anon: "Hi! If request are open can you do a charlie imagine where him and the reader (she/her) met on a project a while back and have been friends for a while, but the reader kinda had a crappy home life so she gets overwhelmed by charlies family being so loving and perfect and she basically breaks down and feels like she doesn’t fit in and isn’t good enough for him? please and thank you so much, ur writing is amazing!!!"

PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem! reader

WARNING(s): mentions of abuse, trauma, anxiety, angst, fluff

WORDS: 2,036

SUMMARY: charlie takes co-star and girlfriend y/n home for christmas but that leads to self doubt in her (im so bad at these) [note: this takes place in 2021]

As Charlie pulls out the key from the ignition, I sigh, wringing my hands nervously. He unbuckles his seatbelt and faces me, giving me a bright, happy smile.

“My family is so excited to meet you.” He says, reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“What if they hate me?” I whisper.

My boyfriend, Charlie, and I first met on the set of Charmed – we were both in the first episode, but I left it after that due to scheduling conflicts with my other show, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I had been a part of CAOS since its first episode – I played the role of Sabrina’s cousin, Sarah Spellman.

Back then, we were just friends. After I left Charmed, we would text and call each other occasionally. Whenever we were in the same city, we would meet up – but that was hard considering we both had quite different lives. So, we didn’t think of each other as more than friends – sure I thought that he was attractive, but that’s it.

But, in 2020, after CAOS was cancelled, I got a call from the casting director of Julie and The Phantoms: she was the one who had previously cast me in CAOS, and she believed that I’d be perfect for the role of Julie’s British cousin who joins her school after her parents relocate to LA – I also play Reggie’s love interest.

I texted Charlie immediately after my manager finalized all the details for the new role. He had been excited and when shooting started in 2021, we were pretty inseparable.

After a few weeks, I had developed a major crush on him ad the rest of the cast had also picked up on that. They were also convinced that Charlie liked me (which I didn’t believe at that time but later found out that it was, indeed, true) and they used to tease us about it all the time. Finally, a couple weeks before production ended, he asked me out on a date and it’s been really, really great so far.

We’ve been dating for about nine months now and honestly, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s my home – all my life I’ve always felt lost, but I feel like I truly belong with him.

Now, he laughs. “Baby. I promise you – they already love you. My mother’s been bugging me to bring you home ever since we started dating, and you’ve already met Megan, and she loves you.”

“If you say so.” I say, still not convinced.

He grins and we get out of his car and face his childhood home. I take a deep breath, shaking off my nerves. He knocks three times on the front door, and it opens immediately after.

A petite, blonde woman steps out, with a wide smile on her face. She opens her arms as Charlie yells, “Mamacita!”

“Mon chéri. Ça fait trop longtemps!”

“Je vous ai manqué!”

I have absolutely no idea what they are saying, but the scene in front of me is so heart-warming. Charlie’s mother is genuinely happy to see her son – one can tell by the way she’s holding him, almost like he’s a little child. Charlie is quite a couple inches taller than her, but he’s nestled his face into her shoulder.

I can’t stop a grin from breaking out on my face. It’s honestly rather lovely. But I also feel a slight pang in my heart knowing that no one ever greets me like this when I go home.

They separate from each other and she squeezes his shoulders, looking at him with so much love that I have to look away. I have never seen a mother look at their child like that, with such intense love. That’s dumb, I know. Mothers are supposed to love their children. But all my mother ever looks at me with is disappointment, anger, disgust, and – you get it.

She notices me next and claps her hands. “You must be Y/N!”

“Hi, Mrs. Gillespie. It’s so nice to meet you!” I extend a hand toward her.

“Aw, come here! You’re gorgeous.”

She pulls me in for a hug too, and for a moment I’m engulfed by the smell of white musk and the feeling of warmth.

We pull apart and I smile at her, genuinely. All my anxiety has washed away.

“My son is always talking about you, about how pretty you are and –”

“Let’s go inside!” Charlie quickly cuts her off, eyes widened as I laugh.

“But I wanna know what he says!”

Mrs Gillespie winks at me as Charlie turns scarlet. “I’ll tell you when he’s gone.”

***

Another roar of laughter erupts around the dinner table.

Honestly, I’ve never seen a family like this – a family so connected, so loving. All of Charlie’s siblings – from his three older brothers to his little sister are here for Christmas Eve, and all of them are teasing each other, telling childhood stories, and just having the best time. I was, too. That was until I suddenly realized how I don’t fit in here.

Everyone here grew up completely different than I did. When I was young, about two years old – my dad left my mom and I for another woman. I haven’t seen him since – although, he sends me a postcard and some money on holidays and birthdays. He’s travelling around the world with his new wife and is apparently ‘happier than he’s ever been.’

The reason he left is because kids ‘freak’ him out and he isn’t ‘ready’ for that kind of responsibility. I mean, it wasn’t like he was fifteen when he had me: he was twenty-seven, and already married to my mother for about two years then.

Naturally, my mother blames me for her divorce. I was born out of an accidental pregnancy, so my mother made sure to remind me every day that I was unwanted, and my birth was what ‘pushed’ him to leave us. Every single day, my mother told me that I shouldn’t have been born, that I was a mistake, that I was worthless, unlovable and so, so many more horrible things. She used to drink like crazy, and if I accidentally faced her in that state, she would sometimes hit me.

Years and years of abuse and all that childhood trauma led me to develop a fear of abandonment, trust issues, intimacy issues, anxiety, and depression. Throughout school, I had been closed off, unable to form relationships and friendships with other people. I had feared anything and everything – I couldn’t even maintain eye contact with people.

Of course, when I auditioned for CAOS and moved away to LA, away from that toxic environment, I got help and turned my life around. (My mother was incredibly happy to see me go since she had married another guy and now has a family with him – so I was the only thing left that reminded her of my father.) I learnt to accept, prioritize, and love myself – but I’m still working on that, of course.

But, I know, deep down, no matter how well I am, or how happy I am – there will always be a part of me that’s broken. I’ve grown to accept that, accept the fact that I’ll always carry the trauma with me.

But Charlie doesn’t. He’s lived a good life, and he deserves someone who can give him their everything – and that’s not me.

As much as I hate to say it, I’m not good enough for him.

He senses a change in my demeanour and squeezes my hand under the table. I give him a weak smile.

***

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”

I look up at my boyfriend. He has a look of concern on his face as he takes a seat next to me on the couch.

I sigh into the quiet. Everyone has fallen asleep, except Charlie and I – we are seated in his living room in front of the fireplace.

“Nothing. I’m just really tired.”

“That’s not true, Y/N. You were fine throughout dinner – oh my god, it’s the ice cream, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“The pistachio ice cream that Maman made. It was weirdly bitter, eh? It’s okay, you can tell me.”

I purse my lips. “No, Charlie. The ice cream was great.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been down since desert.”

“It’s not the ice cream, babe.”

“Okay, then, what is it?”

He looks at me expectantly, and I can sense that he’s feeling anxious.

“I just – I realized that I don’t fit in.”

He furrows his brows, but before he can say anything, I start speaking again. “Charlie, you have such a loving and perfect family. And you know how I grew up. What I went through. So, you know that I’m not used to this. I’m not – I’ve never seen love like this in a family, you know. And I don’t fit in here! While your mother was being so nice to me, I kept wondering when she’s going to scream at me. Or when your father was genuinely interested in me, I kept thinking that maybe he’s trying to find a way to get rid of me. It’s just – it’s just the way I grew up, and I’ll always be like this, Char. Your family is so nice, and it shocks me, honestly. And I think that maybe it’s better if you date someone who grew up the way you did, someone who’s like you. Because I have been broken my whole life, and I don’t think that I can give you everything that you need. I don’t think I’m good enough for you. You’re the best person that I’ve ever met, and I think you should be with someone who’s worthy of you.”

I whisper the last part, and feel a teardrop fall into the space between my collarbones. I look down because I’m too afraid of what he might say.

I hear him breathe out heavily and I feel him take my hands in his.

“Don’t you ever say that.”

“But it’s true –”

“Y/N. Don’t you dare doubt yourself. You are good enough. No, you’re perfect. You’re the strongest woman I know. I completely understand why you feel what you’re feeling right now.”

He scoots closer to me and cups my cheeks in his hands. “And it’s okay. It’s okay to feel that way. It’s okay to feel shocked. That doesn’t make you a bad person, nor does it make you not good enough. In fact, it makes all the stronger – you went through so much as a kid, and still, you have space in your heart for me. You know, I never doubt the fact that you love me, ever. Because you always make me feel special, make me feel good about myself and always make sure that I’m happy. You always go out of your way to take care of me, and you always make me feel at home. I don’t want anyone other than you. I love you so much and I never, ever wanna lose you.”

I think I’m fully crying now, as Charlie continues, “It’s okay to feel that way. Take your time. But I’m never leaving you. You’re my person, and you’ll always fit in with me, baby. Always.”

“Charlie…”

I look at him properly, and I can see the pain in his eyes as a tear traces along the curve of his cheek. He sniffs, saying, “I’m sorry. I just can’t imagine being with anyone other than you.”

“Why are you so good to me?” I whisper, my throat still tight from the emotions.

“Because you deserve someone good, and I can only hope that I’m good for you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder as a sob escapes my body. “I’m so sorry, baby. So, so sorry.” I keep whispering that, while he rubs my back, saying ‘it’s okay.’

“I love you so much, Charlie. Honestly, thanks for being so good to me. You have no idea what you mean to me.”

I can feel him smile as he says, “I think I have a pretty good idea, yeah.”

***

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