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If any of you are still following my Zarie holiday story that I started last year around the holidays, no, I haven’t forgotten about it 😅. I actually hope to have the next to last chapter up for you soon actually (fingers crossed before if not at the end of this week). Real life stuff has been happening. But, you can reread the first 15 chapters to get into the holiday mood!

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A cozy moment by the fire 🥰

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Hello friends! A limited number of prints are now available in my etsy shop, if you are interested! 😊

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Hello friends!! I am trying to gauge interest on this Marie piece I did. I have a few friends who want to buy prints of it, and I ordered myself some sample prints (which came yesterday) and they look great. I figured I might as well make an etsy listing in case anyone else was interested in buying one. Please reply to the post if you for sure would be interested 😃

Once I have an idea of how many people are interested, then I will create an etsy listing so people can start pre-ordering. This is the first time I’ve ever done any of this, so bear with me!

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Zarie for the back hugs? If you want

Thank you so much for this prompt! It helped me take my mind off my symptoms from the vaccine. You can read the whole fic here on Ao3, but I've posted an excerpt below, too!

Note: Any time I write Zarie, please know that Mambo Marie LaFleur is the woman she professes to be in Part Three, and not Baron Samedi in disguise. I reject canon with all my heart.

Content Warning: Implied/Referenced Rape, PTSD, Rape Recovery

a consummation devoutly to be wished

Zelda had been staring into the fireplace for hours, and was nearly down to her last cigarette, when she heard Marie shift in the bed. Zelda’s ears perked up, straining to hear without turning to look, as her companion mumbled something in French before snuggling into the side of the bed that she had long since abandoned.

Zelda had given up on sleep relatively early in the night. She'd nearly drifted off once, but the delicious weight of Marie’s leg hooked between her own had morphed into something heavy and uncomfortable. It’d taken all of her self-control to remain calm and gentle as she untangled their bodies, knowing Marie wasn’t to blame for her discomfort, but rather the sense-memory of her marital bed.

In the weeks since their first enchanting kiss, she’d spent many a day and night in pure ecstasy, blissfully entangled, but she usually insisted they have their… relations… in the office, or in various unused classrooms, or the library, or even, once, when overwhelming desire stopped them in their tracks, up against a wall in a particularly indiscreet corridor. If Marie found it odd that Zelda never suggested a more comfortable location for their trysts, she never said anything.

Truly, Zelda hardly thought there was cause for complaint, as she always ensured Marie was thoroughly satisfied, regardless of the location of their liaisons.

But this night had felt… special. Hilda had made them oysters, acorns, and marsala. There was wine and candles and romantic music playing on the phonograph. Everything felt light and warm and safe. So, when Marie suggested they relocate their affections from the office to the bedroom, Zelda had been less opposed than she might’ve been otherwise.

She was almost able to forget the phantom shadow of the Dark Lord over her shoulder as she worshipped Marie’s body. And when Marie peeled off her kimono, Zelda firmly pushed away the memory of Faustus making her wear that stupid floral dress even as he ordered her onto all fours. And then, when Marie laced their fingers together, she could very nearly forget how she lowered herself onto her knees at the foot of the bed on her wedding eve and waited to be…claimed.

Once they had thoroughly sated each other, Marie had drifted off to sleep, while Zelda had remained wide awake, suddenly hyper aware of the room once more, with nothing to distract her from it.

If it was torture to be under the Caligari spell in Rome, it was torment unlike any other to be fully in control of her body, but have to pretend that she wasn’t. Faustus felt she deserved a carnal reward for killing Leviathan. It was hard to remain a doll when he was rutting away on top of her. She had to control her every muscle, her every expression, desperate not to let the façade drop for even a moment.

Zelda stared into the dying fire, glad that Marie, at the very least, seemed to be sleeping well. But as for her? The room felt haunted. She could still hear his whispered commands, the fake, high-pitched, breathy moans she’d let out upon each thrust of his body into her own, and the slap slap slap of—

Zelda leapt from her seat, needing to be rid of the unwanted images flashing across her mind’s eye. She paced in front of the dying fire, her fingers trembling as she took a long drag from her cigarette. She needed a drink—or three.

As she poured herself a generous measure of whiskey, Zelda’s soul nearly separated from her body when two strong arms unexpectedly wrapped around her waist from behind.

"What are you doing up at this hour, chérie?" Marie purred into her neck. “Come back to bed.”

Zelda leaned back into Marie’s embrace, trying to calm her racing heart by focusing on the way Marie’s curves against her back felt nothing like the hard planes of Faustus’s chest and stomach.

“You know I have terrible insomnia,” Zelda said, her voice strained, even to her own ears.

Marie peppered kisses on Zelda’s neck. “Oui, but you cannot live without sleep, n’est-ce pas? And I am, how you say… cold without you.”

Zelda sighed, feeling something flutter in her stomach as Marie’s hands began to wander. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to be… cold, now would I?”

At this, Marie’s hands stopped. While Zelda had tried to keep her tone light and teasing, it would appear that she had failed. Marie pulled on her hips to turn Zelda around so that they could face one another.

“I do not wish you to do something, if you do not desire it yourself, chérie,” she said, her brown eyes warm but filled with concern. “Won’t you tell me what drives sleep away from you? What has you pacing and drinking in the night?”

Marie brushed a lock of hair out of Zelda’s eyes and tucked it behind her ear. Zelda leaned into the touch, her eyes slipping closed for a moment as Marie then leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead.

“Your spirit is troubled. Tanpri, tell me what you need?”

Read the rest on Ao3

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Another morning in which Zelda Spellman meets with her dearest friend, Lady Marie LaFleur, at sunrise. Both women are very powerful in society and are dear friends of the Queen, so that hushes most gossipmongers. Even so, there are still those who speculate as to just what the two, unmarried women get up to with each other during their many frequent visits to each others’ estates. Some even say that the two women have been known to take long trips together.

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Before Marie came into her life, Zelda was never a fan of Valentine’s Day. Each year, she begrudgingly purchased candies and little gaudy cards for Sabrina to take to her classmates at her mortal school, and left it at that. There was no reason to be sentimental over a holiday about love, nor to participate in mortal customs that originated with the false church. And then Marie happened, and everything changed.

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Zarie Oneshot #7

Zelda couldn’t help but stare in awe and wonder, in remembrance of the sweet, chubby-cheeked babe she rocked that winter solstice night. Now, Judith was extremely reserved, taking everything in. Zelda worried just how much the twins had suffered under the rearing of their own, sycophantic father. Both of the twins were very quiet, and eager to learn all sorts of new information, even if they didn’t exactly express it. Living with the Spellmans meant that they got a second chance to have a proper upbringing, this time with love involved.

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A canon-divergent, remixed look at what life could have been like for Zelda and Marie post Part 4, as Zelda takes on guardianship of the now teenaged Judith and Judas Blackwood. 

Check it out here!