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I hate having to do this but I also hate having my work copied, so.
First pic is from my Friday Nights fic I posted on July 23rd, second is the snippet they shared yesterday of the fanfic they’re currently writing.
Same character, almost exactly word for word the same sentence, same structure etc etc.
If you’re going to share a snippet of “your” fanfic and it’s a straight copy/paste from someone else’s work, you should probably have the intellectual lucidity to block that writer so they don’t stumble on it.
Most of us here don’t do this professionally, we don’t get paid for writing stories. We do it because we’re passionate, wether it’s about writing in general or passionate about Gwen and her characters. I (we) spend hours working on these stories, and it’s not for some random “creative writer” (might want to take that off your bio) to come and just steal our hard work thinking no one’s gonna notice.
Drawing inspiration from other works you’ve read is a normal thing to do. We all find inspiration in books we read, movies/shows we watch, and even other fics writers’ work. Inspiration, though, that’s the keyword. Copy pasting is not drawing inspiration.
As a graphic design graduate, I’ve had countless hours of classes about plagiarism, I think it’s enough to know that changing “silently” to “slightly” and adding a couple words doesn’t make this not plagiarism (“slightly requesting” doesn’t make any sense here, btw). I’m afraid you picked the wrong gal to do this to.
I don’t like confrontation but I think it sometimes is necessary. I decided to do this publicly firstly because since you had the confidence to share “your” snippet, I believe you should have the confidence to deal with the consequences AND because I want other writers to know, in case they’d possibly find some of their work in “yours”.
@spiideywebs do better, it will only make you feel prouder.
Margaret × 20 something!reader (Margie likes younger women, it's canon <3) where is helping her plan everything for the Feastival. One evening after hours and houuuurs of planning, Margaret offers to open a bottle of wine and they get slightly inebriated which leads to some good old smut (May I request some thigh riding and praise kink?)
THANK YOU BYE LOVE YOU <3
Who Likes The Way I Am
Margaret Carruthers x fem!Reader
Author's note: WELL! This is not as much smut as you probably wanted bUT I DID WRITE THIS so it was going to be plot heavy hehe i hope you enjoy, babes <3 P.S: A Gif will be added later on, there simply are none rn and I need time to make one lmao
"Oh, my dear (Y/N), please stay. You have been working for me for almost a month now, and we have not once spent an evening together. I know nothing about you." Margaret requested, her smile turning into a pout. "Please? A glass of wine."
You swallowed. Ever since meeting Margaret, your stomach has made flips every time she smiled, or looked at you. She was like a safe haven without even trying.
So you kept your safe distance. You knew what would happen if you didn’t. You would stumble over your words, blush on every occasion, and most importantly, you would give yourself and your feelings away. You did not need or want that.
And yet, you were thinking about it. Margaret was right. She knew nothing about you, and you were her … assistant — they had never put a name to your position, so it felt the most fitting — so maybe it was necessary; maybe it needed to be done.
"Alright. One glass. And no more than half filled." You agreed with hesitancy.
Margaret's lips widened in a grand smile, her teeth showing as she did. "Oh, how wonderful!" she exclaimed and ushered you back into the living room.
You flinched slightly at the noise but walked inside, a small smile on her lips. Margaret's excitement was always quite sweet.
You suddenly realized it was already late. You have been at Margaret’s for almost 4 hours now. Far longer than you had planned on staying. It was definitely more than one glass of wine.
And yet, you couldn’t care less right now.
Margaret was retelling a story about how she had to completely remake the living room because of a broken table when you finished your glass.
"And then I told them, there is no way I would get a new table that didn’t match. So we either change the entire layout and furniture or— oh! Your glass is empty. Let me get another bottle. Actually, what do you want? Wine? Gin?"
Your mind stopped for a moment as you realised. Margaret was giving you an option. You wanted something completely different. You wanted her. All of her. It was terrifying.
"W—Wine is good." It was all you managed, but it was enough to cause Margaret to leap up with a grin.
You watched her walk over to the alcohol cabinet, your eyes glued to her behind.
"My eyes are up here, darling." Her voice caused you to snap out of your thoughts, and your cheeks flushed a dark red.
You hummed. "Sorry. Got lost. Thinking about the party..." The lie came easy.
Margaret’s eyes narrowed. "Mhh, sure." She sat back down, the open bottle in hand. "You know, I often think. Is there someone you’re interested in?"
"I am interested in my work!" you immediately shot up. "All my attention goes to my work."
"I know, (Y/N). I mean—" the older woman scooted closer, causing your eyes to widen. "Is there someone, a man or maybe a woman, you are interested in. Sexually."
Oh.
"Well. I— There’s— mh."
The blonde reached out, brushing a strand behind your ear. "Yes, darling?"
What were you supposed to say, or do? The truth? No. That would be ridiculous. The right thing but absolutely ridiculous. And yet.
You took the wine bottle and took a big sip. A shiver ran down your back at the bitterness. Your eyes locked with Margaret’s as you sat the bottle down.
She looked almost amused at you.
"There is … someone." you began slowly. Your eyes were fixed on Margaret’s brown ones. "Someone I like."
The phrasing was silly, something teenagers used when they were expressing their love. But that's what you felt like. A teenager in love.
"Really?" Margaret rasped. "And who's the lucky one?"
The distance between you and Margaret was closing in. You. It's you.
You didn't have the guts to say it. So, with all the fervour you could muster, you kissed her. Your hands flew up to her cheeks; an attempt to keep her ever so close.
The surprise was clear. She stiffened, and immediately you regretted it. What were you thinking? Kissing your boss while drunk. You would lose your job. This was your only source of income right now!
But then you felt it. Her hands on your waist pulled you closer. Her fingers curled in your blouse, tugging you onto her lap. Your legs spread and settled, pressing against hers.
The first kiss was clumsy. You didn’t know where to touch, what was appropriate, but Margaret quickly took the lead. The two of you separated for a moment, and you inhaled sharply.
"You are not off the hook that easily, darling." She rasped, and you swallowed audibly. It caused her to grin. You went in for another kiss but Margaret held up her finger, stopping you. "No, No. First you have to tell me."
You could barely stop the whine from escaping. "Margaret, please. Must I really? You know. I know that you know." Your fingers curled around the lapels of her blouse. "Please."
The blonde hummed but simply shook her head. "I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about." she argued, her grin barely contained.
This was torture. Sure, you had no idea what actual torture felt like, but this was it for you. The woman you had feelings for knew about them but wanted you — practically forced you — to voice them to her or else she wouldn’t progress with whatever this was.
You inhaled deeply before saying: "I like you." Your voice was quiet.
"Really? I like you too." she teased, and you narrowed your eyes at her words, which caused her to chuckle.
"I like like you. You are the one I have my eyes on."
"That is better." she mumbled as she leaned forward to kiss you. Your heart leapt in its place, threatening to stop from the excitement.
You tucked her closer by the lapels and placed a hand on her neck to keep her that close.
It truly was like a dream. Everything was just right.
Neither of you noticed when you started rocking your hips, far too engrossed in the motion of kissing. That was, until you pulled away to let out a moan. The noise caused you to hide your face on her shoulder.
"Oh god—" the words died in your throat. You were getting yourself off … on her thigh. Oh god, that was embarrassing.
But apparently, Margaret thought differently. One of her hands slid down to your hip to encourage the motion.
"That’s right, darling. You are doing very well. There is nothing to be embarrassed about." She whispered, her lips close to your ear.
Her words caused you to gasp. You looked up with flushed cheeks when it hit her.
"You have never done this before, have you?"
You stopped your rocking ( rather hesitantly if you were being honest ) and immediately shot back: "Of course, I have had sex before. I am not a virgin!"
Margaret cupped your cheeks to stop you from going anywhere. "I did not refer to that. I meant this. Making out, as the kids would say. Or even just foreplay."
You inhaled sharply. "No. Sex was always a means to an end. It’s not something I usually enjoy."
Dark brown eyes widened in something akin to shock. "Now, we definitely have to change that." Her lips curled into another of her absolutely breathtaking smiles, and if you had been standing, your knees would have wobbled.
You couldn’t even respond before she kissed you again, her hands coming down to your hips to encourage the back and forth movement of your hips. You gasped into the kiss, which the blonde took advantage of, and she slid her tongue into your mouth.
The rough material of your pants rubbed against your center—specifically, your clit — and you couldn’t stop the groan that fell between kisses.
Margaret set herself the goal of making you cum. No matter the time or effort it took. She let her lips wander; from your lips, to your cheeks, and down to your throat as she mouthed along your carotid artery. It sent a shiver through you and you tilted your head back.
Her hands were on your backside, keeping a tight grip to encourage your movements, and her lips were kissing — and biting — along your throat.
It was, quite frankly, embarrassing how quickly you reached your orgasm. She retreated from your neck and kissed you just behind your ear. "That’s right, darling. You are doing wonderful. Let go, (Y/N). You deserve it."
You hid your face in her shoulder as you came, a loud groan falling from your lips. Your entire body froze at the feeling of your first orgasm washing over you. And yet, her whispers of encouragement never stopped.
After a few moments, you pulled away. Your lips were puffy from kissing, and the flush extended down to your chest. "This was— good." you admitted, and it caused the older woman to smile.
"If you are up for it, there are a lot more things you might enjoy."
The eager nod made her laugh, and she ushered you off her lap. "You know where the bedroom is, darling. And lose the clothes."
A simple, sweet slap on your ass caused you to gasp, and you made your way towards the bedroom; excited to see what was to come, what she would show you.
Maybe sex could be more than just a necessity. Something you could actually enjoy.
sherlock holmes x wife!reader
Warnings: idk. ooc!sherlock ?? lmao
word count: 810 word
Author's note: Hey! this is part two of Waiting on your husband ! There is a Sigmund Freud reference just for funsies bc you're into psychology and just read his paper; is it accurate to the time period? idk. is this for funsies? absolutely. SO ENJOY!!
You awoke due to the sun streaks coming through the curtains. You had forgotten to close them completely. Like instinct, your hand reached out to your right where Sherlock slept but all you felt was emptiness; the bed made and cold. You groaned at the memory. He had slept on the couch after coming home drunk.
You sighed before getting up. That will be interesting, you thought with a chuckle as you made the bed. Wrapping your morning robe around your body, you walked out of your shared bedroom.
Silence welcomed you which came to a surprise. It was already 8 am. On any other day, he would be up and about already. Making tea, working on his cases; some kind of noise always happened.
Sherlock was still asleep, you noticed and you chuckled quietly. His body was turned towards the backrest as best as he could, almost curled into himself like a fetus. Seeing him sleep, you decided to make coffee and breakfast first. He would definitely need that. You also grabbed his newspaper from outside.
After preparing everything on the dining table, as quiet as you could, you walked over to the chaise lounge and sat on the small corner. A hand on his thigh, you began: “Sherlock? It’s time to wake up.” Your hand brushed over his thigh. “Sherlock. Come on, love.”
Then, finally. He groaned, his hand reaching out to cover your own. “Lay with me.” he mumbled, his hand grabbing yours to tug you close.
But you held your ground. A chuckle left your lips. “Maybe later. I made coffee and breakfast. Porridge with applesauce and toast with jam.”
This caused Sherlock to open an eye and twisting to look at you. His eyes squinted against the brightness from the kitchen windows. “Black coffee with a splash of milk?”
You nodded. “Of course. Up you go. Your sister is arriving soon.” you reminded him with a smile. His antics really were adorable sometimes.
He hummed, another attempt to tug at your hand. “Soon isn’t now. Come on, let's cuddle for a bit.”
For a moment, it felt it was working. You weighed your options. You loved spending time with him, his hugs felt like home and comfort but then again. Enola was coming soon and you needed to get dressed and Sherlock needed to get ready for the day no matter how hungover he was.
With a huff, you removed your slippers. “Fine. But only for a few minutes, alright? I have so much to do today even if you never notice it.” you argued as you watched him; his hand never releasing yours. He sat back against the back of the chaise lounge, his legs spread slightly so you could get settled in his arms, leaning against his chest. Your head fell back against his shoulder and a low hum left your lips.
“Good?”
“Perfect.”
He chuckled at your response and kissed the top of your head. “Did you get my newspaper?” he asked and you nodded.
“It’s on the dining table. Do you want it? I can get it for you.”
Sherlock let out a laugh. “What I want, is for my woman to stay in my arms right now. I can read it later.” he said, his arms tightening around your waist.
You chuckled. “Well maybe your woman likes being on her feet and not just sitting around all day.” you replied while your hand came down to Sherlock’s, your index finger running up and down his fingers.
Goosebumps were forming, you could see it and it made you grin.
Sherlock groaned in response, his face resting in the crook of your neck. “You never even met my mother and you’re starting to sound like her.”
You couldn’t resist laughing. “Careful or people might think you have an Oedipus Complex.” you teased as her hand reached up to stroke through his curly hair.
His eyes opened almost immediately. “Mh? Did you read his paper?” Sherlock lifted his head. “I do not have an Oedipus Complex, (Y/N).” he argued.
“I know, love. I was joking. I’ve been with a few men before you who fit those criteria a lot better.” you said, your eyebrows furrowed slightly; you were almost cringing at the image. “Anyhow— let’s not speak of that. What were you doing yesterday that required you to get drunk?”
You felt him stiffen behind you and could feel the change in topic before it happened.
“Oh, look at the time. Enola should arrive sson. Let me get changed! I’ll eat after!” he said as he gently pushed you back to get up. He practically vanished into thin air.
You pouted a little. He rarely kept such tight hold on his cases. What could possibly be going on?
You were ripped out of your thought when you heard a knock on your door.
i want to write something with geralt x reader ... like i have such a good idea but i also have a whole own character basically planned out already for a story thing
Author's note: Well, my first sherlock imagine! It's short but i hope you enjoy! I have a second part in mind — regarding the morning after; what do y'all think? 👀🫰🏻
You have been waiting for Sherlock for a better part of 4 hours.
I will be home at 8 pm. Keep the dinner in the refrigerator, I will eat then. I promise, Y/N.
Those were his words. It was now almost 1 am. You were sitting in his armchair, a book in your hands. His scent was keeping you somewhat calm.
The moment he came home, you would tell him what you thought of such antics. Coming home later than promised, not even letting you know that it would be later than expected. You were worried sick. After all, you had agreed to many things. Be patient with him, not get involved in his cases — he simply wanted to protect you which you understood — but you never agreed to be lied to.
And then you heard it. Heavy steps, slurring of words. He was drunk.
Quickly, you stood and marched towards the entrance, opening the door. “Where have you been?!” you asked, your voice raised. Worry and something akin to anger coursed through your veins.
“Y/N!” he said, blue eyes wide as he stumbled towards you. He reeked of wine and cigar smoke which caused you to take a step back. “ ‘was busy on a case! Missed you!”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by his jacket lapels to bring him inside. “On a case? You are intoxicated, Sherlock.” you huffed.
He blinked once, twice, thrice. He let out a low hum, gathering his thoughts. “It was jus’ a … disagreement over wine. And whose wine it was.” A hiccup left his throat. “You know … after a glass of wine, I find it very hard to move my arms and legs.”
You scoffed. “A glass of wine?” you asked, clearly amused. But then you furrowed your brows. “How did you make it up the steps?"
He hummed again, his hands grabbing the edge of the table and your hip. “Dunno…walked. One should always walk after drinking. You should probably write that down.”
Sherlock swayed slightly and your hands tightened on his waist coat, keeping him steady. “Of course, darling.”
The touch to your hip made you shiver. Even the simplest touch calmed you, tamed your anger. You could be mad, uncontrollably angry but when Sherlock brushed his hand along your hip, brushed one of your y/h/c strands out of your face; it immediately calmed you down.
You made quick work of his jacket, brushing it down his arms and taking his scarf with him. As you hung both on the clothes rack he walked over to the chaise lounge. “Sherlock be care—” you began but he had already let himself fall on it. He let out a groan. You chuckled softly.
“Mhm…I love youu.” he said, shifting on the chaise lounge to get comfortable, beginning to fall asleep.
One of these days he is going to break his back, you thought as you grabbed the throw blanket from the armchair you had been sitting in.
“I love you too, Sherlock.” you said softly, tugging a curl behind his hair. Then you turned and took the candle to walk to your, normally shared, bedroom. There was no way you would be sleeping in the armchair or on the chaise lounge.
After all, you loved him. No matter what sort of idiotic and dangerous things he did, you’d love him and you knew he loved you. You had found your way into his heart after all but you wouldn't hurt your back or neck sleeping in old armchairs that were older than you.
In the morning, you two would talk and he would get a stern talking to. You were sure of that.
hey everyone !! i'm back !! i needed a bit of a writing break from here; i was focusing on my main stories on Archive of our Own but I want to get back into writing on here!
I'm going to update who I write for & then post a list of that. As well as going through my Inbox, delete what I may not feel anymore & make a list of what I'm going to write. For that I will close my requests(inbox) for a bit though! ✨
I will also start revamping my account a bit & make it look pretty!
Request: / This is completely self-indulgent, I wanted to write this, so I did. :D
Warnings: Caligari Spell
Author’s note: I have been writing on this for the past almost 8 monts and I finally finished it. And I am very happy with this!
You have always been Zelda's friend, have always stood behind her and stood up for her; you were one of the few who could argue with her without a hex thrown your way. Hilda had jokingly called you Zelda's shadow more than once and you didn't mind. You were happy the way it was even if it meant never letting her into your life the way you wanted to.
Both of you have started to get closer again just before Zelda had announced that Faustus and her were to be married.
If you didn't have such a tight grip on your glass, it would have slipped from your hand. She shows you the doves and you feel yourself get dizzy. "I thought you were never interested in him? I get that he is...attractive yes but Zelda, I found you hurting yourself at 3 am after I left because you were meeting with him." you say carefully and frown a little.
Zelda laughs and closes the box. "I am not marrying Faustus because I love him, (Y/N). I am marrying him because he is the High Priest." she explains with a chuckle and brushes a hair strand from your face behind your ear.
You swallow a little. "So you're marrying him because he has power. Doesn't sound right to me either but I- I do hope you know what you are getting yourself into, Zelds." you say and take a rather big gulp and wrap your hands around the glass. It makes you feel bad.
Of course, she would marry him for power. I should have taken that job with the Vatican when it was offered, you think dryly.
Zelda raises an eyebrow and pulls you into a half hug and you place your head on her shoulder. Your body fits perfectly against hers and you can't stop the quiet sigh that slips from your lips. "I know what I am doing and I am perfectly aware of what I am getting myself into. You don't need to worry about me, I am a grown witch." she argues and places her head on yours. "He is just a man." she adds with a smirk and you chuckle.
"Sure. It's just..you know I never had a good feeling with Faustus." you explain and start to absentmindedly tap against the glass.
Zelda smirks and gently takes your hand. "You mean you never liked him. Yes, that I was in fact aware of. Now calm down or I'm gonna have to tie you down." she teases which makes you blush and you mumble an apology.
The ceremony is beautiful. Beautiful but painful to watch. You watch Zelda approach the altar and you curl your nails into the black dress and smile when Zelda locks eyes with you. You feel bad because it doesn't seem right that Zelda is marrying him, him of all the witches and warlocks she could have married instead of you.
You feel the tears building in your eyes and dab at the corner of your right eye, hoping it looks like you are crying out of happiness. Get yourself together! You knew it was never going to happen! you chide yourself and bite the inside of your cheek.
During the 2 weeks that Zelda is gone, you worry a lot. She had promised to send you postcards but none have arrived yet. You pace the room Spellman living room. "What if something happened? She promised to send at least one postcard, One!" you say with worry and stare into the fireplace.
Hilda sighs and gently tucks you towards the couch to push you on it. "It's going to be fine. You are worrying too much, love. They're probably just busy. Interim Anti Pope and honeymoon stuff and all." she said and pushed your cup of tea into your hands.
You wrap your fingers around the cup, take a deep breath, and nod. "Yes, Yes of course. I just ... she always wrote to me when I was traveling." you weigh in and drink a big gulp, almost burning your tongue and a hiss comes from your lips.
Your mind drifts off and you wonder how Zelda is doing, wonder if Faustus is at least treating her well and carrying her on his hands as he should. But you can't stop thinking about all the scars and evenings spent helping Zelda with her wounds and you shudder.
You are working on some documents at the academy when Sabrina excitedly tells you that Zelda is back and you immediately leave your desk to greet her.
As you arrive at Faustus‘ office you are greeted with a shocking sight. Zelda in a golden dress with flowers and showing more skin than you saw her showing during all those millennia of friendship. You step towards her with a worried but soft smile and lay a hand on her shoulder.
The redheaded witch turned towards you with a sickeningly sweet smile and a whiskey bottle in her hands. ``Faustus I-´´Her eyes widen in surprise and she puts down the bottle. ``Oh hello! I didn‘t know Faustus and I would be having guests! I would have prepared some tea & some biscuits.´´ she explains in a high voice, so unlike her and it sends shivers down your spine.
You frown and gently guide her towards one of the armchairs. ``I am here for you, Zelds. Not him. I missed you.´´ you say and look at her surprised when she pulls away.
``I do not know you. Faustus never introduced you.´´ she says and turns around to clean the desk.
Your frown deepens as you stand next to her. ``What do you mean Zelds? We have been friends since 1834. Russia remember? The Vodka and the bed?´´
Zelda straightens her back and opens her mouth when the door opens again and Faustus walks in. ``Faustus!´´ she exclaims and walks to him when he pulls her close into a passionate kiss.
Your face almost automatically turns into disgust before you have the chance to stop yourself. It was enough to think about them kissing, but actually seeing it was too much. You quickly make the decision to leave. To escape the scene and to escape the disaster that is about to come. I need to figure out what happened to her. How can she just forget me like this? you think and step into the hallway.
As you turn to leave, a hand wraps around your biceps and long nails prick into your silk blouse. You are pulled back and fall against a chest. You quickly take a few steps back and look into blue eyes. ``What do you want, Faustus?´´ you hiss, your biceps flexes under his tight grip. His eyes rake over you for a moment and if you hadn‘t been watching him intently you might have missed the mixture of disgust and arousal in his eyes. You almost growl in disgust at him finding your outfit, which was specifically chosen for Zelda who had always enjoyed watching you, and your body attractive.
``Stay away from Zelda, do you understand? We are married. You are to keep your hands to yourself or you will be excommunicated.´´ he says, his voice rough as he glares at you.
``I am still her friend, Faustus! You can‘t forbid me to see her! And you wouldn‘t dare to excommunicate me! I am a Teacher!´´ you hiss and rip your arm out of his grasp, rubbing your biceps; knowing bruises of his nails would form soon.
The dark-haired wizard just raises his eyebrow. ``Watch me.´´ he says with a grin which was more predatory if anything and turns around to enter his office again. He turns his head back to you and adds: ``And it‘s your eminence to you, Sister (Y/N).´´
You scowl at him, the wish to punch him growing as you rub your arm. That vile man could be your new deity for all you care and you wouldn‘t treat him with respect; he does not deserve that respect.
You walk past the door when you see Faustus handing Zelda a music box. You frown and observe them carefully, how Zelda opens the box and her eyes become slightly glassy. Trying to wrap your mind around the situation, you teleport to the mortuary.
When you appear in the living room, Hilda startles and looks at you with big eyes. "What happened??" she asks and jumps up when she sees you tremble.
"She doesn't...She doesn't remember me. She doesn't know who I am, Hilda." your voice grows quiet and you stifle the sob. "Whatever the fuck that bastard did ... he made Zelda forget me. She isn't herself at all and he forbids me to see her..."
The blonde witch wraps her arms around you and pats your back gently. "It’s alright. We will figure this out.’’
It takes two weeks of distance, unwanted distance because every time you see Zelda, Faustus is by her side, that Sabrinastorms into your office, out of breath. "(Y/N)! Do you know where Aunt Zee's music box is?" you frown and watch her pant.
"In her room on the vanity, I think. It's where I saw it last time I tried to talk to her ..." you ask with confusion in your voice. "What's going on? Is it about the curse?" you add and run after her when she already turned around to run.
You arrive at Zelda's room when Sabrina comes out again with the box. "Can-Can you teleport us to the kitchen? I don't- don't have the spell on hand." she has her arms wrapped around the box.
You nod, confused and take her arm. "Alright Alright. Calm down. Deep Breath or you'll puke." you say and mumble the spell as you focus on the mortuary kitchen. When you both appear in the kitchen and your eyes fall on Zelda, in a golden dress with flowers, showing off so much cleavage that you think they are gonna fall out. You gasp when you watch her grinding a rat. "Zelda!" you call out, already on your way to her when Hilda holds you back.
"No, love. Wait." she says and wraps her arm around your waist to hold you back. "There must be a photo in there. Of Zelda. Break it. NOW!" she says and looks over to Sabrina who scrambles to look for the photo. When she finds the photo, she smashes it on the table and you see when Zelda, your Zelda is back.
She stares at the bag before she looks down at herself. "Satan in Hell what am I wearing?!" she asks out loud and scowls.
"HA!" you laugh and wriggle free from Hilda to run towards her. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into you. She lets out a surprised gasp and wraps her arms around your neck and kisses your cheek.
You stay like that for several moments before you are pulled apart by Sabrina. The whole time you are in the kitchen, Zelda doesn't leave your side. She has her arm around your waist, her head on your shoulder; you missed this. Missed the intimacy, her wish to stay close even if she pretended not to.
It takes another 2 weeks for Zelda to call you.
You've just gotten home from the academy when the phone starts ringing. You finish pouring yourself a glass of wine and you quickly walk over to it. "(Y/L/N)? How can I help you?" you ask and take a sip.
There's silence for a few seconds before you hear Zelda's voice. Shaky and quiet. "C-Can you come over? I know it's late, but I need you here." she asks and you hear her feet shuffling.
"Of course, Zelds. I'll bring two bottles of wine." you reply with a grin and before you hang up you hear her whispering 'Thank you'.
You quickly take two bottles plus your glass and teleport to her; your focus mainly on not spilling the glass. As you appear in the living room you spill just a little bit and you grin proudly at the redheaded woman seated on the couch. "Hello there!" you declare with a bright grin. Zelda chuckles lightly and almost in a flash she's in front of you and wraps her arms around you. You gasp out and hold the glass further away. "Let me put this down and then I'll hug you all you want, mh?" you say.
She lets go of you and takes the bottles from you, puts them on the table and, when you've put down the glass, hugs you again. "Thank you for coming over." she mumbles into your neck, her face buried there to hide the tears.
You gently brush over her curls and kiss the top of her head. "It's alright, Zelds. That's what I am here for." you explain softly and carefully guide her back so when you sit down, she cuddles up to you close.
Only now do you realize that she's in her sleepwear and that neither her hair nor her makeup is made. "Zelds? Did you have a nightmare?" you ask, gently brushing a hair strand behind her ear so you can catch a glimpse of her tightly shut eyes. She shakes her hair quickly, too quickly for your liking, and makes herself even smaller, you realize she must feel your gaze on her. You frown and carefully tilt her chin up, her eyes opening slowly. "It's not a thing to be ashamed of. Especially after what you've gone through." you stroke her cheek and smile softly when her frown lessens. "You don't have to tell me what you've dreamt of. How about we drink a little something and I'll tell you all about my day."
As you go to grab your glass, you feel soft lips on yours and freeze, your hand stuck in the air and your eyes wide. Right before you want to respond though, the lips disappear again and the weight against you vanishes as well. You watch as Zelda scrambles back and you silently curse for not reacting sooner.
You quickly get to your feet, almost falling over them, and halt in front of Zelda who, bless her soul, is stuttering for an apology. Your lips are connected with her before you even understand what she's saying. Your hands find their way on her cheeks and you pull her close, her hands falling to your waist.
She gasps against your lips and places her hands on your cheeks, pulling you closer. Her left hand wraps around your neck and together you fall back on the couch, Zelda landing on top of you. You immediately pull her into your lap and wrap your arms tight around her torso.
“Finally!” comes the tired but happy voice of Hilda from the doorway and you both snap up to look at her. “I am very glad you two have resolved that tension but do be a bit quieter. It’s past Midnight.” she smirks at you and Zelda before yawning.
The redhead glares at her sister and you laugh, kissing her cheek. “Will do!” you explain and pull Zelda back into a kiss before she can do anything.
Hilda giggles and leaves, leaving you two in the living room cuddled close.
Zelda gasps as she feels your hands splaying over your waist and pulls back slightly, your lips following hers. “C-Can we..hmmm..(Y/N)..” she mumbles against your lips.
You now pull back and look at her with a smile. “Hm?” your hands stop on her waist and you watch her slowly opening her eyes. It's like a dream come true, after all these centuries of constant pining you are finally able to hold her, kiss her. You hope this won't be over any time soon, you hope she won’t regret this.
“What I wanted to say, can we just..cuddle? After everything, I don't want to rush this.” her voice is low as she speaks, careful and it makes you wonder what else he has done to her.
You cup her cheek and kiss her forehead. “Of course Zelds. I wasn't going to do anything anyway. I have been waiting for this moment for the past 171 years.” you reply with a smile. “So I can wait however long you want me to.”
The High Priestess smiles softly and kisses you again, her arms now wrapped around your neck. “Thank you..” she mumbles against your lips and you hum, with one hand grasping for the blanket that is thrown over the chair.
You two fall asleep in each other's arms on the couch and for the first time in a long time Zelda sleeps through the night, a fact she tells you later at breakfast, and from that moment, you spend as many nights as you can, and most days, together.
Request: Reader is an inmate who has a crush on inmate!joan and reader finally dares to make the first move? 🥺
Author’s note: This is my first Joan Ferguson x reader story so I hope I captured her well & you enjoy! ❤️ | gif by @wentworthgifs
You came in a few weeks after Joan Ferguson became Governor. You had bashed in a guy‘s head for trying to touch you inappropriately and it had given you a 15 year sentence. 15 years for defending yourself against a slimy asshole; you aren‘t even ashamed of it, breaking his nose, a few of his rips, and two of his fingers. Do you have anger issues? Yes, but he should have known better. You know that he deserved it and so you decide to take the punishment with pride.
During those months of living under Joan‘s regime, you start to admire her. The way she handles the drug problem, how she handles every other problem given to her; do you find the accusations of her torturing inmates appalling? Yes definitely but she‘s never laid a finger on you and sometimes you felt like, she took extra care to keep you out of trouble and, when you had done something, she personally took you to the slot while lecturing you over and over again. Your cheeks flushed whenever she touched you and let out a quiet gasp when her hands brushed your waist. Over time you had the suspicion that she did it on purpose, enjoyed your little flinches and gasps but you tried to brush that thought away. It's not like you have a chance anyway, you keep reminding yourself.
When Joan gets released into General Population she ends up in your unit. You are less nervous than you thought you would have been considering all of her history. But you aren’t nervous because of the accusations; you know she treats you differently, better.
You lean against the doorway to her cell and you notice, when you make your presence known to Joan, that you are shaking a little. Not from fear, you realize. You are nervous.
You brush through your hair and smile. "Hi Joan." you declare into the quiet room. Over the course of the last few weeks, you and Joan have started to get closer; she confides in you when she needs to and when she feels like it is all a little too much she simply sits down on your bed and you sit together.
The other woman looks up from the book in her lap with a raised eyebrow. "Hello." she pats the side of her bed and a corner of her mouth tugs up. You sit next to her with a smirk, your hands tugged underneath your thighs to hide the bruising on your knuckles.
Joan catches you shuffling and at first, she doesn't react, doesn't even let on that she caught it but after watching you shuffling to find a comfortable position for your hands, she closes the book and pulls one hand from underneath you. "Joan wait I'm fine what are you-" When she sees the bruising she stares at you and you shut your mouth. You think she's keeping it at that but you are wrong. She starts fighting you for your other hand. She is perched half over you, her torso holding you down when she takes a hold of your other hand. "It's alright. Seriously!" you try again, stubborn not to tell her why you got into a fight.
Her eyes are flitting between your knuckles and you and you swallow. "What did you do, (Y/N)?" she asks and locks eyes with you, holding your hands tight when you try to pull away.
You try to pull your hands away a few more times before you give up with a huff. "Nothing!" you stress a little. "I hit a wall. It's fine." you explain and watch her as she carefully traces the bruises and scoffs.
"A wall? It must have been a defensive wall, eh? You have quite the bruise there." The dark haired woman lets go of one hand and touches a bruise on your jaw. Worry is written all over her face.
You wince and turn your jaw away from her grasp. „Alright it- it wasn’t a wall. But it doesn’t matter. She got it worse. I broke her nose and a few ribs.“ you chuckle and look at her, hoping she wouldn’t be too mad at you.
Her eyes scan you once again before she sighs. "And may I ask why you beat one of the girls up?" she leans back against the wall and looks at you expectantly.
You brush through your hair and bite your lip. "Yes you may but that doesn't mean I'll answer.." you say and side eye Joan who huffs.
"I will find out anyway, you know that. So either you tell me now what happened or I'll ask around. And while you are on it, you can tell me how you did not end up in the Slot." she says solemnly, her arms crossed in front of her. You could tell she was serious so you sigh, defeat creeping through your bones..
You tap your thumbs against each other and bite your lip. "Miss Miles found us so I-I paid her to let me off the hook. Gave her 40 dollars and explained that it was self defense and that I was fine." you explain calm and look down.
You hear shuffling next to you and next thing you know, Joan is kneeling (kneeling!) in front of you and looks at you expectantly. "That explains how you are here and not in the slot. And what did you do?" she asks again and you sigh deeply. You don't want to tell her. You've kept this particular secret for so long, it feels wrong to tell now. You aren't even sure if it's the right thing, if Joan feels the same but you don't want to take a risk, don't want to lose the friendship you've built. You sigh and bite your lip. "Alright (Y/N). Either you are telling me now or you can get out." the other woman pushes and looks at you expectantly.
You laugh slightly. "Right ... Alright. I-I defended you okay? Some girls were talking shit, I defended you and it ended in me bashing one of the girls head. Broke her nose, a few ribs and she got a huge bruise on her cheekbone." you almost rush out and look off to the shelf in her room, reading the book titles on there.
Joan shifted in front of you and took one of your hands, your eyes falling back on the crouched woman in front of you. "Why- (Y/N) why did you defend me? Why would you risk yourself for me like that?" her eyes move from your hands to your eyes and she looks at you almost confused.
You huff out a laugh and shake your head. "Nothing. It's...we're friends okay? It's what friends do." you try to pull your hands away but her grip tightens and you sigh. "What do you want me to say, Joan?" you ask, your voice small.
Joan brushes a strand of hair behind your hair, her hands shaking slightly. You can tell, you know, she is not used to this. The intimacy you two have is something unknown and new to her. A corner of her lip quirks up in a small smile. "I want you to tell me the truth, (Y/N). Nothing more and nothing less." she explains.
You take a deep breath and nod. Here goes nothing, you think and scratch the back of your neck nervously before sitting straight up. "I-" you hesitate and take another deep breath. "I like you, Joan. I really do like you a lot. A lot more than I should and I know you probably don't feel the same and that is alright. I don't care but I just want you to know, that if you want to stop talking to me, I understand that." you say and it feels like a rock is lifted from your heart and lungs. You feel like you can finally breathe again with that weight lifted but when you look at Joan, you see her frowning, and panic instantly rises in you. You shouldn't have said anything. She's never going to want to talk to you again, you think and bite your lip.
You quickly but carefully, so Joan doesn't fall, get up to get out of the cell, when a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you back. You turn and stumble against Joan's torso, your eyes level with her chest. You quickly lift your eyes and lock them with Joan's. "Where do you think you are going, (Y/N)?" she asks, her hand still around your wrist. You hear a hint of panic in her tone and frown slightly.
"I am sure you don't want to see me any more than necessary so I was going to leave." You gesture to the cell entrance and quickly following your movement with her eyes, Joan rolls them and looks at you again.
"Do I get a say in any of this?" she asks again.
You swallow and nod, your eyes flash from her eyes to her lips and back up for a second, unsure of what she is going to say.
She smirks when she catches your eyes and brushes another hair strand out of your face. "Thank You." she states. "I did notice your lingering looks, especially when I was Governor you know. It was quite amusing watching you trying to hide them." she says, her voice taking on a teasing tone.
You huff out in annoyance and try to pull away again. "If you just want to tease me, there is no need. I can leave." you respond, your posture stiff in defense and your voice on edge. You knew that this was going to happen, you knew it and yet here you are. You try once again to pull your hand away and surprisingly you pull her with you. Your hands fall to her hips at the same moment that her hands land on your shoulders for stabilization. Your eyes lock and you finally really watch her, her cheeks slightly flushed and you see a slight movement in her cheek where she must be biting it. "Joan I-" you begin but you are interrupted by the Ex-Governor when she leans down and kisses you. You gasp out of surprise and your eyes fall close on instinct.
You feel Joan smirking and you almost growl in annoyance, your arms find their way on her cheeks and you pull her closer, your tongue darts out and you carefully swipe over her bottom lip. When she opens her mouth your tongues touch for the briefest of moments, electricity goes through your body right down to your core. You kiss her more intensely, almost clinging to her and you haven't noticed her hands wandering until they end their journey on the swell of your buttocks.
The two of you stumble backward until your back hits the closed cell door and you two pull apart. Both of your breathings are labored. "I was going to say something first but you gave me no choice." she remarks and you giggle slightly before sobering up at the look she's giving you. Your fingers play with a few strands of her hair from the ponytail and you can feel her relax against you. "I like you too. No..No I love you. I shouldn't, it's wrong I know that. I keep trying to remind myself that but when I think about the best outcome of any situation, you are there, smiling at me with that silly lovestruck smile and I can't help myself because I have to smile too. You...can bring out the better person in me and it confuses me, you confuse me, (Y/N) but the thought of living my life without you almost ... it almost scares me." Joan ends by pressing her lips together almost expectantly, her eyes never meet yours.
When she finishes you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Joan I love you too. So much. And it's okay that you're feeling like this, it's not wrong. I promise." you try to reassure her and gently cup her cheek. "And I feel honored to be there in your idea of the best outcome." you smirk and before she can reply, you stand on your tiptoes to kiss her. "You are in mine too." you add and grin. "In every single one."
Author’s note: This was completely self indulgent. The simple idea of Zelda helping me through an anxiety attack got me through this. I hope you enjoy.
You enter the Spellman Mortuary hastily, slam the door shut, and quickly walk towards the stairs to walk up. Your head is spinning and you feel your hands and legs shaking. You don’t hear the voices of the Spellman’s calling out your name.
You enter the bedroom you share with Zelda and stand in the middle of the room; lost and stuck in your thoughts that are too much and going too fast. You ball your shaking hands into fists, the nails carve small half-moons into your palms as you fight back the tears, fight back the oncoming wave of unease, and inner hatred.
Your bag clatters on the floor when the strip falls from your shoulder and you get ripped out of your thoughts. Your eyes fall to the floor to the bag and your jaw clenches and unclenches.
You get out of your blouse like you are stung by a wasp, quick and erratic before you rip off the blazer, throw it on the floor and walk into the en-suite bathroom to get into a hot bath.
You stare into the mirror and you see yourself, smudged lipstick, run-down mascara from when you cried in the car and you look at yourself in something that is almost keen to disgust. Your brows furrow as you try to recall Zelda's supporting words as you wrap your arms around yourself and continue to stare at yourself. After what feels like hours but is probably only a few minutes a loud sob escapes your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see yourself. Your hands clasp over your mouth and your knees give out and you drop to your knees, feeling the pain of the collision of the tiles and your kneecaps but you don't care. Your head leans against the drawer underneath the sink and the sobs ripple through you.
You don't notice the opening and closing of the door and you don't notice the arms that wrap around you. Only when a cold hand is placed on your cheek do you hear the distant voice of your girlfriend and the distinct scent of vanilla and cigarette smoke hit your nose.
"It's alright. I'm here, darling. Breathe." she whispers, her voice low and rough as she gently removes your hands from your face so you don't suffocate yourself and you clutch her hand with both of your shaking ones as another loud sob escapes your lips and you try to curl in more on yourself.
She shuffles around so she kneels almost in front of you and cups your face. "It's Alright. Breathe with me, okay? In an Out. You can keep your eyes closed, just breathe with me." she explains calmly, her fingers gently brushing your tears away. She is breathing deeply. "In through your nose-" Zelda breathes in, holds the breath, "And out." As she breathes out through her mouth. After several ragged attempts, you take small deep breaths in and out, your eyes still screwed shut. "Good Girl. Very Good. Keep Breathing and unclench your jaw, yes?" she says while stroking her index and middle finger over your jaw and when you slowly unclench your jaw, she kisses your forehead. "Very good."
You cling to her hands on your cheeks like an anchor as you open your eyes and look into a pool of forest green and your eyes dart around restless, unable to focus but wanting to see her.
The redheaded witch smiles reassuringly. "Hey, sweetheart." she murmurs and you focus to keep breathing with her. You aren't sure how long it takes for your breathing to regulate and your heart to beat more calmly but your grip on her hands loosen after a while and her fingers stop caressing your cheeks.
Zelda brushes your hair out of your face and you blink away the last tears. "Sorry ..." you murmur and look down but you can tell that the High Priestess is having nothing of it.
"Now that's poppycock. You have nothing to apologize for." she explains and pecks your lips. Her arms wrap around you and she gently pulls you into her arms, a tight hug. Your arms wrap around her waist and you nuzzle your face into her neck. "I am very proud of you, (Y/N). No matter what." she whispers into your ear and kisses your temple softly.
You smile against her skin and bite back the tears. "Thank you. I love you, Zelds." you murmur, unsure if she heard you but the humming makes clear she did heard you.
"I love you too, Darling. So much." she replies gently and brushes her hand through your hair, "How about we lie down on the bed? You must be exhausted." she suggests and you nod almost immediately.
The High Priestess and you both stand up and make your way back into the bedroom and lay into the bed where you immediately cuddle against her, needing her warmth and her strength.
Zelda starts humming a tune and rather quickly you recognize it as 'Fly Me To The Moon'; a smile tugging on your lips as you snuggle closer. As your eyes start to feel heavy, Zeda has gently started to sing and you drift off into a dreamless sleep, surrounded by the scent of now faint cigarette smoke and vanilla.
Would you pretty please write a cute and maybe romantic fic, however you wish, where Zelda helps a witch who shows up at their home/ business one evening, needing help? (Kind of reminiscent of when Lilith showed up asking for Mary's help, but preferably without the murder and scissors in the throat. 😂👌)
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