Ok now for Zelith. She’s a super heavyweight gaint wrestler.
Zelith is my tiefling paladin from a dnd campaign, that I plopped into bg3, and she fell hard for Gale (she’s a sucker for wizards). One of these days I will post more of her fic. There’s a lot of interesting and similar themes for her story and Gale’s.
(My partner forgot to take a screenshot of her entry outfit but whatever lol)
This is her main wrestling outfit:
This is her alternate (date night) outfit, starting with the intro:
And the main outfit:
Zel and Gale are so cute together. She’s throwing people around and Gale doing sick flips and shit.
She’s 7’ tall, no thoughts, only vibes. Gale adores her.
momentarily raising this blog from the dead because i finally wrote the last chapter of this sweet au. i’m definitely gone from here, but i’m very grateful for what it and all of you were to me. love you all. happy valentine’s day. <3
oh no worries at all!!! would just love to read more jealous zelda/ lilith cause you write them both so well😭 HANDS DOWN🙇🏻♀️
Since I have my hands full with ongoing wips I thought it would be a great idea to add a little os to the list; it took me like 20 minutes cause I was inspired tho! Canon complaint and jealousy angst because these two ladies call for power dynamics when a past relationship sex is implied. Slightly NSFW. Hope you like this!
From a dark corner in her room, Lilith is lurking. She’s watching Zelda get changed in perfect silence, her leopard shirt stained with dried blood, her hands and pencil skirt soiled with dirt; she looks exhausted with her hair disheveled, like she’s been through too much in too little time.
She looks like she’s in need of a good fuck and the burning pain of rejection makes Lilith even more ravenous to be the one who gets to wreck her. She waits for Zelda to remove her ruined clothes and only when she’s only in her lace bra and matching panties, she comes out from her hiding place.
“Excellent performance in the graveyard.” She asks, her voice low.
Zelda gasps, turning around with a sudden movement. Her green eyes shoot darts.
“What are you doing here?” She snarls, not even attempting to cover the body Lilith knows by the inch. “I thought I made it clear: we don’t need you.”
“Yes.” Lilith sighs dramatically, pacing around the room with the sole purpose of getting closer to the witch without looking threatening. “You abandoned me when I most needed you; you worship Hecate now.”
“Jealous?” Zelda asks and, not satisfied, she has the audacity to chuckle.
Lilith all but glares at her. Yes, she is jealous. Yes, she feels betrayed not only because Zelda has fooled her with the illusion of a Church of Lilith in her name, choosing another deity to pay to, but because she’s also betrayed their unspoken path of being allies and casual sex partners since the night of the exorcism.
The truth is that Lilith wants to make her pay for her betrayal. The truth is also that she needs Zelda to rise again, defeat the Dark Lord and claim the crown.
She walks around her, gazing at her in a predatory manner. She makes sure Zelda can feel her hot breath against the back of her neck, the warmth of her skin lapping at her bare back; Lilith draws impossibly close but never enough to touch her.
“Tell me, Zelda, what does she give you that I didn’t?”
“She gives us protection.” The witch breathes out and it’s clear that her voice is already affected. Maybe she feels guilty and tries to hide it behind her proverbial pride, maybe her memory is flooded with images of the past, of their long nights of sex. “She brought Hilda back.”
“Don’t you think I should get a thank you for that?” Lilith purrs, stopping right behind her. They’re almost the same height, and still, it feels like the demoness is towering over her.
“Whatever for?”
“When you call upon Hecate, you call upon the very source of witchcraft.” Finally, she touched her neck, pushing away red tresses off Zelda’s shoulder. Her breath is hot against her skin. “Since I was the first witch, you call upon me.”
“Hecate is above you.” The other replies, the struggle to keep her composure now clear in her voice; she shivers.
“Perhaps,” Lilith admits. “But I’m here and she’s not. Hecate is just an idea, something impalpable while me… I’m very much real. Besides, nobody can make you feel the way I do.”
Zelda can only close her eyes when she feels the demoness’ hands on her body. She squeezes one of her breasts possessively while the other hand crawls down her front, sliding inside her panties without warning. Her fingertips feel like liquid fire.
“Lilith-” It’s something between a gasp and a moan, maybe a pleading whimper to continue, and that’s what makes the demoness stop.
“Come back to me, Zelda. You know how sweet my gifts are.” She murmurs in her ears. Unhurriedly, she withdraws her hand, earning a discontent glare from Zelda and when she steps in front of her, Lilith smirks.
The witch swallows thickly, feeling the discomfort of the unsatisfied release twitch in her lower belly. Pride spikes inside her once again.
“What if I don’t want to worship you?” She challenges, lifting her chin.
Lilith loves how strong she is. She can already taste how powerful they can be together, if they only try for real, this time. But Lilith has begged her already, tasted humiliation on her tongue and it was intense and destructive just like the memory of Zelda’s fingers on her own body, and she won’t make the same mistake again.
“My patience is limited, I’d hate to see you fall by my hand when the time comes.” She warns, drawing so close to her that their mouths almost touch. Lilith bares her teeth, reminding the witch how sharp they are, proving to her that she won’t hesitate to use them, if necessary. She already did that in the past - even though in a different circumstance. She would love to do that again, taste the warm blood pouring from Zelda’s skin as she writhes and chase a release by Lilith’s hand. She hopes those days aren’t gone forever. “Remember, Zelda: soon, I will wear the crown I’m owed and on Doomsday, I will keep in mind those who wronged me. Don’t be amongst them or I swear you’ll burn through the flames of Hell until you recall to whom you belong.”
Lilith tried not to falter when Zelda’s eyes darkened considerably and her lips curled up into a daring smirk.
