Green Haven

Kim Se-jeong and Seol In-ah ❤️

These two she-leopards are all out of patience for your shit.

Synopsis: A clandestine meeting sheds no light on your current situation.

Words: 1334

Warnings: none.

AN: So my internet is super patchy and I’m not sure how viable it is to be posting while I’m here but I’ll continue to try my best. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters.

You hadn’t released how easy it would be to slip from the Spellman’s house in the middle of the night until you were shimmying down a drainpipe outside the window at the end of the hall. Even having Zelda at one end of the hall and Hilda at the other you found it easy to sneak past on whisper quiet feet. The rain made it difficult to keep from slipping but you had enough practice climbing drainpipes from your youth.

You landed in a patch of mud, squelching underfoot. You grimaced but shook it off. You crept through the shadows, sticking to the side of the house for protection. The moon was hanging low in the sky, heavy and full. You darted away from the house, into the tree line close by.

You ran through the trees, trying to stay out of the moonlight in case anyone happened to be looking at the forest. You couldn’t be caught. Not tonight.

You came upon the clearing faster than you were anticipating. You’d been moving so swiftly in your fear that you were now early for your meeting. You sunk down onto the boulder, pushing your finger through your hair. You were cold and wet from the mist and all you wanted to do was crawl into your warm bed in the house that had begun to feel safe.

“Can I take this early showing as a sign of your increasing commitment, mi amor?”

"Oh, we're doomed Dr. Cee! We won't get many customers out and about on a gloomy day like today."

NOTE: I changed this a smidge to the confrontation being at Mary’s cottage, based on a small line in canon. Hope you still enjoy! Read on ao3

Sabrina stalked up the pathway to Ms. Wardwell’s cottage, anger and confusion broiling inside her, each fighting to come out on top.

Confusion would gain ground, telling her when she reached the door she should demand answers. Demand to know why her favorite teacher, one who’d met Aunt Zelda at various school events, had suddenly decided to shoot her.

Shoot her at point blank range and leave her for dead.

But it was at this point that anger took over. Rearing its head, snarling and insisting on causing pain and suffering. Bellowing that answers didn’t matter as long as Ms. Wardwell paid, and they got what they needed from her to defeat the pagans.

Because Aunt Zelda almost died. 

Kissing prompts for your favorite couples or pairs. Choose one or more yourself or see which numbers your followers request! 

1. First Kiss

2. Shy Kiss

3. Surprise Kiss

4. Lazy Kiss

5. Cute Kiss

6. Forehead Kiss

7. Passionate Kiss

8. Heated Kiss

9. Sad Kiss

10. Goodbye Kiss

11. Reunion Kiss

Synopsis: Zelda finds out something you’d rather had been kept secret.

Words: 1335

Warnings: homelessness

**GIF not mine**

You’d passed your test with flying colours. It helped that the day you were on trial was a quiet day. You were able to set up a working diary for the Spellman sisters, opting for times during each day they could sit down for meetings amongst their other commitments.

You passed the weeks answering the phone, making pots of tea, and comforting grieving people as they thought of what to do with their deceased loved ones. You’d passed out tissues and cake, doing your best to remain in the background while the sisters ran their business. It was fascinating to watch them work.

You tried to get out before they sat down to dinner, your heart hurting when you saw the four of them together. The difference between their lives and yours were so stark.

“Would you like to stay for dinner, love?”

COMBO Prompt: One above and also–Sabrina actually calls Zelda mom, and it’s not just at her deathbed. Read on ao3

Notes: Okay, I cheated a little with these, since I had this scene in my You Always Say No fic and it fit so perfectly for both. I changed it up a little, though. Hope you still enjoy!

Also, in this fic it’s customary for a witch to receive a gift from her mother on her dark baptism. Though the aunties didn’t tell Sabrina about this tradition, Zelda still went to lengths to get a family heirloom restored to give to Sabrina; only to have to hold onto it because of debacles. 

Zelda was cooing over Leticia, unable to help herself from fawning over the babe, when a door slammed down below, and she felt the rush of new magic pulsing in the air even floors above.

Turning in surprise, Zelda blinked. “She, she signed?” She murmured incredulously, though the signs were unmistakable.

Despite her confusion, Zelda quickly cast an alarm spell over Leticia—so she’d be alerted if the babe woke—and bent over her trunk to snag a small box out before stashing in her robe pocket.  

She eased the door open and shut it quietly behind her so as to no disturb Leticia and then made for Sabrina’s room. When Hilda didn’t emerge from her room as well, Zelda assumed her sister was already asleep—good, Hilda needed to recover from holding off the Thirteen and Red Angel; she’d expended enormous amounts of energy. There was no need to wake her sister, she’d find out in the morning. 

Besides, Zelda wanted to have this moment alone with her niece. 

Synopsis: You arrive for your trial and do your best to impress the impressive Zelda.

Words: 1280

Warnings: swearing

**GIF not mine**

You stood outside the door, looking at the fog that had settled on the lawn. It swam through the graves in the small cemetery. The cold air bit at your exposed skin but you needed to take this moment to appreciate what the day would bring. You’d done the only thing you’d set out to do. You had a chance.

“Oh,” a surprise voice said, “hello. Can I help you with something?”

You turned around. A young teenage girl was holding the door open, looking at you with undisguised shock. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and was obviously on her way to school.

“Sorry,” you said, “I’m here for my first day.”

“First day doing what?”

“Work?” You hated that it came out as a question.

“At the mortuary?” she asked.

“Unless there’s another business here,” you replied with a smile.

“Oh, Luna, there you are.”

Synopsis: The Spellmans were your last hope. If they turned you away you’d have nothing. But you hadn’t counted on having to win over Zelda Spellman.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: none

AN: So i floated the idea of doing a multi chapter fic for Zelda and y’all seemed keen so here we are. it’s the first chapter. I really hope you guys like it becuase it’s going to be a long ride. If you’d like me to tag you in future chapters just drop me a message and I’ll do it.

**GIF not mine**

A clap of thunder sounded overhead. You flinched back, looking up at the sky. Dark clouds had successfully covered the sun, leaving it like night. The wind was blowing cold through your coat and your boots hadn’t managed to keep the water out. Your socks squelched with each step, the water pooling between your toes. You hurried on, hunching in on yourself against the weather.

The house loomed out of the darkness, the lights bright against the coming storm. You walked up the long drive, wincing as the thunder and lightning raged above you. Fat rain drops were beginning to fall on your head. You sped up your pace, running up the steps to the door. You took a deep breath, trying to smooth out your skirt. It was the only nice clothes you owned anymore, the only way to make a good impression.

You rang the bell, holding your hands behind your back, if only to hide their trembling. You watched a shadow grow larger and larger through the stained glass window. You took a steadying breath and putt on a winning smile.

The door was pulled open. A short blonde woman blinked at you, waiting for you to say something. You breathed in, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Hello,” you said, “I’m looking for Hilda Spellman.”

“Oh, well, you’ve found her, love. What can I do for you?” the woman, Hilda, asked.

“I’m looking for a job,” you said, “and I believe that Spellman Mortuary is the place for me.”

“You’d better come in then.”