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Madam Spellman May
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2020-05-19
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Something Sweet

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Summary:

Lilith wants to make Zelda's favorite treat, and Hilda offers to teach her. Mayhem ensues, but her second attempt is much more successful and creates the perfect sweet surprise for her redhead.

Notes:

For Jyou-no-sonoko19's Magical Fic Generator prompt "lolz with Lilith and Hilda." Hope you enjoy this ridiculousness!

Thanks to muscatmusic18 (themoon-andher-love) for beta reading this chapter

Chapter 1: All Hell Bakes Loose

Chapter Text

“Lilith, you’ve been hovering there for over ten minutes. Did you need something, love?” Hilda asked, hands mindlessly shaping, rolling, cutting, reshaping the ball of cookie dough while her attention turned towards the characteristically turbulent aura of the First Witch. 

“There is something, actually,” Lilith said finally, tone as carefully measured as a cup of flour. Hilda faltered at her hesitation, turning to frown at the woman standing in the doorway. Lilith ducked her head at the examination, gaze landing instead on her blood-red nails.

“Would you like a cuppa? Or a little snack?” Hilda prompted. “We could sit and chat, if you…” Lilith waved her off, biting her lip as she considered how to phrase her request.

“I’ve noticed that Zelda is rather fond of those…treats you make, the ones with the nuts and caramel covered in chocolate.”

“Oh, yes! Those are Zelda’s favorite. They’re called turtles.”

“They look nothing like turtles,” Lilith huffed quietly. “Regardless, Zelda enjoys them and, as her girlfriend, I…feel as though I should be able to provide Zelda with things she enjoys.”

Hilda bit her cheek on a smile as the witch shifted in her heels, looking around the kitchen in feigned disinterest rather than meeting Hilda’s eyes.

“Lilith?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like me to teach you how to make them?”

“Well, as I said, I suppose I should know, shouldn’t I?”

Half an hour later, Hilda was regretting her offer. After coaxing the queen into a decidedly frilly apron (a process not helped along by the fact that she kept giggling at the sight), they had chopped all the pecans and divided tasks: Hilda to the caramel, and Lilith to the chocolate. The only problem was, Lilith kept…sampling. Even once the pieces were fully melted, the heat didn’t seem to bother her as she continued to stick her finger in the pot despite Hilda’s protests.

“I think it’s very sweet that you want to make Zelda’s favorite dessert for her,” Hilda commented, smacking Lilith’s reaching hand with the back of her wooden spoon. “Oh, stop that,” she chided at Lilith’s glare. “Waiting won’t kill you. You’re not half as scary as Zelds, in any case.”

“Are you sure about that?” She asked casually, sucking on her knuckle where a bit of caramel had stuck. “You’re used to your sister’s threats of violence, but I prefer less messy forms of intimidation. As I’ve tried and…largely failed to teach our young Sabrina, knowledge is the greatest form of power."

“Uh-huh,” Hilda chuckled, sounding confident enough although she watched the brunette nervously out of the corner of her eye. “And just what knowledge do you intend to scare me with?" 

“Well, I don’t suppose you want your beau—or anyone else, for that matter—knowing that you fantasized about being wooed by our late Principal Hawthorne, hm?”

Hilda spun to look at her, cheeks flushing as she gaped. Lilith only raised a brow back, the picture of innocence as she lifted a chocolate-covered finger to her mouth.

“Lilith, stop doing that!” Hilda grabbed for the bowl of chocolate, nearly snatching it from Lilith’s reach, but the other woman’s reflexes were quick. “We won’t have enough for the turtles if you keep this up.”

“We have plenty more chips,” Lilith protested, pulling the bowl back towards her. The liquid chocolate inside sloshed dangerously up the sides.

“That’s not the point! All the chocolate has to—Oh!” Hilda yanked the bowl particularly hard, and the motion jerked Lilith’s arm straight into an open bag of flour, pushed aside from Hilda’s cookie-making. It fell over with a great thump, sending up a great white cloud that settled on Lilith’s clothes and the right side of her head.

Hilda watched as Lilith blinked in stunned disbelief, dislodging a sprinkle of powder from her eyelashes. She looked so surprised, nose twitching against a sneeze, that Hilda couldn’t help it.

She laughed. She laughed hard.

“You look like Cruella Deville!” 

With her eyes scrunched closed, Hilda failed to see the wicked smile that formed on Lilith’s face. One moment she was laughing, and the next she was stumbling backwards as Lilith let go of the bowl. Hilda yanked it towards her, the contents splashing over the sides and down her apron in a great wave. 

Lilith snickered behind her palm as Hilda gasped, biting down hard on her lip to hold back her laughter. Hilda still caught it in the shaking of her shoulders, though, and her eyes narrowed as she wiped her hands down her front.

“Think that’s funny, do you? Here, let me help get that flour!” She lunged towards Lilith with chocolate-covered fingers outstretched, managing to smear a palm down the side of her head before the witch could dodge. 

“Hilda!” Lilith yelped, retreating to the other side of the island with a glare. 

“What?” Hilda shrugged. “Now your hair is back to the right color.”

“Well, in that case, I think the caramel will suit you just wonderfully.” Without Hilda noticing, Lilith had levitated the other bowl above her head, and at that moment unceremoniously dumped the sticky mess of caramel and pecans out.

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Grinning widely, Hilda lobbed chunks of the mix over the counter, forcing Lilith to duck with a shriek. The projectile stuck where it hit the cabinets and wall, a few globs landing on the floor, which Lilith rescued for a return volley.

She jumped up, her first shot hitting Hilda in the shoulder as she dove to the side. The blonde grabbed one of the still-empty cookie sheets, holding it up like a shield while Lilith pelted her. With her other hand, she grabbed a piping bag full of bright pink frosting, brandishing it before her like a sword as Lilith rounded the counter.

“How do you even know about Hawthorne?!” 

“You don’t remember?” She stalked forward, grabbing the bag of flour. “When your family was trapped under Batibat’s spell, I entered your dreams. Someone had to save Sabrina. But it took me a while to find the right nightmare. And on the way, I interrupted your little…rendezvous in his office.”

Hilda’s face got redder with every word, so caught up in trying to formulate a reply that she noticed too late how close Lilith had gotten. In a flash, one hand went for Hilda’s wrist, trying to redirect the frosting bag, but it only made the blonde squeeze it reflexively, painting Lilith’s front pink. They wrestled for the upper hand, Hilda trying to block as best she could while Lilith rained flour on her head. 

A great white cloud surrounded them both, their shoes spreading a paste of frosting and flour around the tile as they laughed and shrieked and cursed. 

“What the Heaven is going on in here?!”

Both women froze, looking at each other with wide eyes before ever so slowly turning to face Zelda. She stood in the doorway, fur coat and handbag still clutched close as she surveyed the kitchen in a mixture of wonder and outrage.

“Sister,” Hilda squeaked, quickly hiding the now-empty frosting bag behind her. “We were baking.”

“I wanted to make you a dessert,” Lilith explained, stepping forward with a sheepish smile. 

“I see,” Zelda mused, raising a brow as she examined her sugar-coated girlfriend. “And at what point did you decide to just become the dessert instead?”

Lilith pouted, crossing her arms and pointing. “Hilda started it.”

“I did not!” Hilda scoffed. “You spilled the chocolate on me!”

“Only because you laughed at me!”

“Oh, that’s—”

“Regardless of who started it,” Zelda interjected, holding up a hand to stop them from interrupting. “I expect someone to clean it up. Preferably before I come back down to have a relaxing nightcap before bed.

“And speaking of bed,” she added. Her glare narrowed on Lilith, who gulped. “You, my dear, will not be getting anywhere near mine until you’ve had at least two showers and your clothes have gone straight into the wash.”

With that, she swept out of the room. Only when her footsteps had faded up the stairs did the two culprits burst out giggling once more, exchanging relieved glances.

“Well, that was a bit of unexpected fun, yeah?” Hilda asked, nudging Lilith with her elbow. “Well, we’d better get started on the clean up,” she continued as she headed towards the pantry, stepping carefully around the mess on the floor. “Tomorrow we can take a real crack at making those turtles, but only if you promise not to eat anything until we’re done.”

Lilith nodded distractedly, biting her lip on a smile as unfamiliar affection bubbled in her chest. “Hilda?” She called hesitantly.

“Yes, love?”

“Is...this the sort of thing that friends do?”

Hilda turned back to her in surprise, broom in hand, but her expression quickly morphed into a soft smile as she shook her head. “No, dear.” She winked. “It’s what sisters do.”

Lilith blinked and then beamed, nodding as she turned to make her way out of the kitchen.

“Oi, where are you going?”

“You heard Zelda. I need to get out of these clothes and take a shower, so I thought I’d ask her to help.” She shot a mischievous smirk over her shoulder. “That should give you some extra time to get things cleaned up down here.”

“Oh no you don’t, missy,” Hilda called, waving the broom threateningly as she trailed after the brunette. “You’re not getting out of this one.”

“I wonder if she’d be interested in hearing about your little crush.”

“Lilith, don’t you dare."

Lilith laughed, running out of the kitchen with Hilda close behind. Feet pounded up the stairs, doors slammed, and Zelda called out:

“Please tell me you two did not just track this mess all over the carpet!”

Chapter 2: Sugar and Spice

Notes:

Um, surprise?!

Warning: Excessive fluff. May cause cavities.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Zelda worked late again the next night, and Lilith found her stretched out on the couch in her office reading from an ancient-looking scroll, glasses perched on her nose as she scribbled notes without looking down at the pad of paper in her lap. For a moment, Lilith just stood in the doorway, observing her lover fondly.

 

"I can feel you staring," Zelda said after a minute, smiling as she glanced up at Lilith over the back of the couch. Her eyes narrowed almost immediately, however, upon noticing Lilith's pose. "What are you hiding?"

 

"Just admiring your beauty, darling." Lilith told her. She sauntered into the room with her hands held carefully behind her back and stopped behind Zelda, looking over her shoulder at the papers. “What are you working on?”

 

Zelda pursed her lips at the obvious deflection, but Lilith's smile begged her to go along, so she let her attention be redirected and lifted the scroll for Lilith to read as she stretched her arms. "I'm trying to translate this hymn for the choir. The translation itself is done, but the English words don't follow the same rhythm, so I have to update the music now as well."

 

Lilith hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps they should all just learn Koine Greek, instead."

 

Zelda chuckled at that, swinging her feet to the floor and setting her work on the coffee table. "I'll certainly suggest that to the headmistress."

 

"Please do." She maneuvered in front of Zelda carefully, making sure that she couldn't peak behind her back. "I have a surprise for you."

 

"So I gathered," Zelda quipped back, reaching up to rest her hands on Lilith's hips. "Well? What is it?"

 

"Uh-uh," Lilith chastised, squirming as Zelda's nails dug playfully into her side. "Close your eyes."

 

Zelda rolled her eyes but complied, tilting her head up expectantly with a patient smile on her lips. She made such a pretty picture Lilith couldn't help but steal down for a kiss, and Zelda smiled even more against it, tugging until Lilith relented and sunk onto her lap. It was a difficult feat with her hands behind her back, but Zelda held her securely around the waist, and Lilith shifted so she could hold the treats in one hand. The other came up to cup Zelda's jaw, allowing her to deepen the kiss for just a moment. Then, she slid the hand into Zelda's hair to hold her firm and unable to follow as she leaned away.

 

"As much as I enjoy kissing you, I'm beginning to think you don't want your present," she teased. Zelda's eyes fluttered open in confusion, though a smirk quickly overtook her expression as she pulled Lilith closer.

 

"And here I was beginning to think you were my present. I was going to unwrap you and everything."

 

"Plenty of time for that later," Lilith promised, granting her another quick kiss. "Now, be a good girl. Close your eyes and open wide." Zelda's eyebrows shot up at the last part, but she held back a comment and did as told, eyes sliding shut and lips parting just slightly. Lilith took her time, fixing Zelda's smudged lipstick with the edge of her nail before pressing down on her bottom lip, encouraging Zelda to open her mouth just a bit more. Satisfied, she finally brought her other hand out from behind her back and grinned.

 

Her second attempt at making the turtles had (with Hilda's generous help) turned out wonderfully, if she did say so herself, and she was rather proud despite how simple the process had been. All that was left was to see if Zelda would like them. Knowing how much her love enjoyed sweets, she'd wrapped several into a napkin for her, and now she carefully picked out a smaller one that Zelda could eat in one bite.

 

Lilith bit her lip as she laid the candy on Zelda's tongue, and the redhead made a pleased noise, recognizing the taste immediately. The grin threatening her face made it difficult to chew, and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth with a shy blush when she remembered that Lilith was watching her—which for Lilith's part made the whole thing all the more endearing. Watching her eat, listening to her little moans as she savored the treat, the anxiety began to melt from Lilith's frame.

 

"Is this what you were trying to make with Hilda yesterday?" Zelda asked once she'd finished. "What's the occasion?"

 

Lilith nodded. She carefully maneuvered off of Zelda's legs to settle beside her, napkin full of the remaining turtles in her lap. She popped one in her mouth, chewing and swallowing before finally giving her answer. "No occasion, really. You just mentioned the other week how much you liked them." She shrugged, twisting a red curl around her fingers. "So, I thought I'd learn to make them for you."

 

Zelda turned to face her fully, such softness in her eyes that Lilith could only hold her gaze for a moment. It was mesmerizing how some strands of Zelda's hair shimmered almost gold in the light, and she almost jumped when Zelda's hand grasped hers, tugging it out of her hair and up to her lips.

 

With a blossoming smile, Lilith watched in awe as Zelda devoutly kissed each of her knuckles. Her other hand slipped from Lilith's waist to her neck, cradling the back of her head as she leaned in for a real kiss, whispering a "thank you" against her mouth.

 

When at last they parted, Zelda trailed sweet kisses down Lilith's jaw before nestling contently against her shoulder.

 

"Why don't we stay here tonight?" She asked, stroking Lilith's arms as they captured her in their familiar embrace. "I know you've had a long week as well. We could enjoy the rest of the turtles while I finish up work, take a long bath, enjoy the peace and quiet."

 

"Hm, the mortuary isn't peaceful and quiet enough for you? I for one find having your family constantly underfoot to be very relaxing."

 

Zelda swatted at her bicep. "Absolutely not. Besides..." She shifted, an arm encircling Lilith's waist as she raised her head. "I do believe you promised I could unwrap you later," she purred, nipping delicately at the shell of her ear and making her shiver, "and I wouldn't want to be interrupted."

 

"Zelda," Lilith groaned, glaring half-heartedly at her mischievous expression. "If you still plan on finishing that arrangement tonight, I suggest you stop teasing."

 

Zelda pouted, but at Lilith's raised eyebrow she rolled her eyes and sat up, brightening just a bit when Lilith pecked her cheek and offered her another turtle. 

Notes:

This was meant to be done for Madam Spellman May *last year* (the Food prompt), and I know it's pretty short, but I really hope the wait was worth it. I've never written these two as an established couple before this fic, and it's taken me a long time to work out a dynamic that feels true to their characters. So if you have a moment, I would deeply appreciate feedback.