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[iamnotoriginalphil]

Your Supreme (Cordelia Goode x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Cordelia doesn't like having her power questioned, but you do enjoy when she takes her displeasure out on you.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: marking, smut, mentions of choking, dom!Cordelia

Standing behind Cordelia, you could feel the tension rising. Her hands were clasped in front of her body, shoulders tense, chin lifted. You took a slow breath in, holding it, then letting it out from between parted lips. The man standing across from your grouping was glaring into the no man’s land. Zoe shifted her weight beside you, Mallory going still.

“Excuse me?”

There wa a level of restraint in Cordelia’s voice, her anger on a tight leash. Your jaw tightened, your attention more closely kept to your Supreme than the speck of a man trying to insinuate more than he had a right to. Your fingers clenched, strung tight in case it came down to a fight. You’d throw yourself in front of a bullet for Cordelia, if it came to that.

“You’re not nearly as powerful as you claim,” the inconsequential man snarled through the gate, “you’re weak and hide behind the skills of others. You’re no Supreme.”

She raised a hand, the man forced back a step, then another. He was still glaring at her, teeth gritted, trying to force his way past whatever spell she was casting. She lifted her chin another inch, looking down her nose at him. He tumbled backwards, going ass over tits into the street. You snorted, feeling when her attention shifted to you.

He climbed to his feet, eyes wild. He only took one step before she flicked her hand, sending him flying backwards again. Your lips curled up in a smile, turning your gaze back on Cordelia. You could admire her for hours. Watching her beat down someone lower than dirt was doing something to you that you recognised. Your thighs clenched under your skirt.

“Say that again,” she commanded, voice loud to reach him across the street, “I am still your Supreme. Do not forget your place.”

You didn’t bother watching him, keeping your focus completely on the woman staring down at him. When his footsteps retreated, Cordelia turned, sweeping back into your home. The three of you followed her, the door closing silently behind you.

“You’re letting him go?” Zoe asked.

“He won’t cause us more trouble. He knows he picked a fight he can’t win,” she replied, but her voice was still tight.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching your eye. You relaxed, following her up the stairs in silence, leaving the other two behind. She held the door open to your shared room, waiting for you to cross the threshold. A wave of her hand lit the candles around the room, bathing it in a warm glow. Turning to you, there was still tension in her body.

“Fuck him,” you said, “he’s nothing but a bitter small man who’s jealous of your power.”

Her eyes swept over you. One step, then another, hips swaying, skirt fluttering around her ankles, power oozed from her. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, watching her, feeling yourself become breathless. Her eyes were full of fire and you shivered.

“He forgot who he was talking to,” she said, voice still tight.

“He did,” you agreed.

“He won’t again,” she said.

Her hand came up, curling around your throat, her other landing on your hip. You stared up at her, complete trust in her. Her fingers tightened for a moment before her hand slid, cupping the back of your neck.

“I am the most powerful witch in the world,” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

She dragged you a step forwards. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging until your neck was bared to her. Her breath ghosted over your skin before her tongue dragged from your pulse point to the soft skin behind your jaw. Her lips pressed there, making you gasp, the hand in your hair guiding your head to give her better access. Her other hand slid around, pressing into your lower back, arching you towards her. She hummed against your skin, teeth scraping along before her lips trailed down again, sucking harshly at your pulse point.

Her name tumbled from your lips, a breathy moan. Her teeth sunk in, fingers tightening in your hair, keeping your throat bared to her. You whimpered, pleasure shooting between your legs. Tongue soothing over the bruise left on your skin, you trembled in her arms, knees turning weak.

She shoved you back, eyes sweeping over you again. The fire was still there, burning deep within her. Her hands on your body burned you, forcing you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fell. Her hands caged you in, landing either side of your head as she lent down, settling between your legs.

Her kiss wasn’t soft. It was brutal, deep, harsh, her teeth tugging on your lip before her tongue swept in. Your hands grasped at her waist, wanting to feel her weight on you, body pressed against yours. She only kissed you harder, still hovering above, not letting you have more than she was willing to give.

Her hands grasped your shirt, pulling it from your body. Fingers trailed over your new bared skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. From under hooded eyes, she watch as your back arched towards her, begging for her touch. A small smile pulled up the corner of her mouth before she lent forward, soft blonde hair trailing over your skin, ticking you and her hands curled around your ribs.

Her lips pressed to your skin, trailing down until they came up against your bra. She was lighting quick, pulling it off you with practiced ease. Hands slip up, cupping both breasts. You were still tugging on her, growing weaker as she played with your body, desire coursing through your veins.

Her thumb brushed over your nipple, a strangled moan coming from you. She did it again, cocking her head to one side as if considering your reaction. Pinching it between thumb and forefinger, she tugged on it. Your eyes fluttered closed, fingers digging in clenching around her soft flesh as her name fell like a prayer from your lips.

The brush of her tongue over the other had you arching up, breath catching. Your fingers slid up, burying themselves in her hair. Her teeth were gentle when they bit down but that didn’t stop your gasp or the groan that tumbled from you. She hummed, feeling the vibrations right down to the apex of your thighs.

“Delia,” you sighed.

Her free hand was hooking under your thigh, lifting it over her hip, hand skimming up your skin, pushing your skirt up. Her lips were sucking at one hardened nipple, the other being rolled between thumb and forefinger. You tightened your hold on her hair, spine bowing off the bed in your need for her.

With the wave of her hand, a frustrated growl in the back her throat, you were left bare. Her fingers swiped through your folds. Your hips bucked up as she ghosted over your clit before she lent back. Her tongue dragged along her lower lip, watching you as one hand played with your tit, the other between your legs, stroking in a way that heated your skin and had you whining.

“Could a woman with less power make you feel this way?” she asked, her eyes darkened with lust, focusing on your body.

“No,” you hissed, “never.”

“Look at how much power I have over you, how I own your pleasure,” she said, finger slowly beginning to circle your clit. Your hips jumped up, trying to get more from her. She only tutted, pulling her hand from you, “none of that now.”

She lifted you further on the bed before with a flick of her hands her magic had bound your arms above your head, legs spread, baring you completely to her. She stared down at you, considering you, slow to reach your eyes. You knew your eyes were blown wide, trying to clench your legs together again to find friction, but unable.

Kneeling between your legs, her finger returned to your clit, brushing over it. You whined, wanting to touch her, to beg her, to do anything but lie there and take it. Your desperation was growing.

“Spread out and at my mercy,” she murmured more to herself than you, “all due to my power. As if he could have this.”

She lent forward, tongue running through your folds before taking on the job of circling your clit. Heat was licking at you, like flames climbing your body. The way she sucked had your eyes rolling back, a plea on your lips, urging her on. A finger pressed to your entrance, hovering there, as if waiting for something.

“Delia,” you whined, “please.”

It pressed in, your head falling back. She kept her place slow, never quite giving you enough. You whimpered again, trying to lift your hips, but you were pinned down. Her lips gave a harsh suck, a curse falling from your lips. You felt electrified, desperation building, and yet she gave so little.

Her thumb replaced her lips, pressing down on your clit as she slipped another finger into you. You opened your eyes, watching her watch you from under hooded eyes. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, a flush on her cheeks, eyes smouldering. Her eyes met yours again, letting her lip go as she smiled. Her fingers curled inside you as she did and never before had you described her as wicked, but now you would. The self satisfied look on her face was worth whatever noise you’d made.

She was increasing her pace, a third finger being added stretching you deliciously. Her thumb was grinding against your clit and you could see your peak cresting. She was still watching you, not saying anything, not touching you beyond the hand between your legs. To be so on display for her should have been embarrassing but all you could focus on was the pleasure spreading through your body.

“Oh god,” you groaned, so close, not caring about anything but your approaching orgasm.

Her fingers were slamming into you now, setting a brutal pace. Her teasing was done, those eyes watching her fingers entering you, the slick sounds the only noise other than your moaning. If you’d taken the time to look, you would have seen how her eyes had blown wide, breathing growing erratic, just as yours was.

“Who controls when you cum?” she asked, dragging her eyes back up to yours.

“You do,” you moaned.

“And who am I?” Her thumb was grinding down hard against your clit, fingers curling, slamming into you over and over again.

“The Supreme,” you cried out.

“Cum for me then, my good girl.”

You shattered around her, body straining as it tensed. You thought you might have screamed. Darkness threatened on the edges of your vision. Her dark eyes were watching you, the only thing keeping you there with her, refusing to give in. Pleasure was zinging through your veins, internal muscles clamped down on her fingers.

As you came down she pulled her fingers from you, tongue licking along her palm as your arousal dripped down her skin. She hummed, sucking on her fingers, watching you. Your breathing was evening out, but watching her set the heat within you simmering again.

“So sweet,” she hummed.

You weren’t expecting her to dive down, tongue dragging through your folds again. Your hips bucked up, still so sensitive. She moaned, tongue delving into you. Your fingers clenched around nothing as she lapped at you, straining against her magic binding you. You wanted to touch her, to tangle your fingers in her blonde hair. You looked down, finding her dark eyes already watching you from between your legs.

Her tongue thrust into you, nose nudging your clit. It was slow, the way the wave was building in you again. She took her time until you were vibrating under her, needy please once again falling from your lips. No matter what you said, she stayed at the same speed, tortuously slow until pleasure melting through your veins.

Her name, a gasp, was the only warning she got before your internal muscles were clenching. Her tongue cleaned you up, continually brushing over your clit, making you twitch, her name a moan as you tried to catch your breath.

Her lips trailed up your body until she was kissing you again, the taste of you still on her tongue. You didn’t notice when her magic released you, so involved in the feeling of her tongue stroking along yours. It was unconscious, your arms coming around her, pulling her down against your body, legs lifting until they were wrapped around her waist. She hummed into the kiss, hands brushing over your skin.

“My darling,” she murmured into your mouth.

She rolled the two of you until she was on her back, you hovering over the top of her. Her fingers were pushing your hair back, kiss softening until she drew back, eyes sweeping over your body, no longer heated, but checking you over. You stared down at her, wondering what she was seeing. Her thumb brushed over your pulse point, a dull ache throbbing.

“Delia?”you asked when she didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she said, “I’ve left a bruise on you.”

“That’s okay,” you said, “it’s kinda hot.”

“I could heal it,” she said.

You shook your head, liking the thought of having her mark on your skin. You lent down, kissing her long enough to dismiss the idea from her head. She softened, letting her fingers trail down your side before hands rested on your thighs.

“I should have asked before…” she said, eyes finding the hickey on your neck again, “I’m sorry. That man just…”

“It’s okay,” you said, “I understand. He was an asshole.”

“He was,” she said, still avoiding your eye.

“Delia,” you said, softening your voice. She looked to you, fingers tightening on your thighs, “you’re the most powerful witch in the world. We all know it. You’re the Supreme. And I’ll call you that every day if you want me to.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she said but there was a flush on her cheeks.

“Whatever you say, my Supreme,” you said, leaning down to kiss her again. She whimpered against your lips, fingers tightening, “but just know I’ll do whatever you ask me to.”

She smiled into the next kiss.

[dreamypqulson]

— and i know we got some potential, cause that look you gave me was so gentle

summary: cordelia tutors you when you fall behind in your herbal class unbeknownst to her that the reason your so lost is because you can't take your mind off of her.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1200

a/n: i know i haven’t posted in awhile and i have requests that i have to write but this was just a little scrap that i’m deciding to post so nobody forgets about me! :)

It was awful, really. And you felt bad for it. For wasting her time. This is not going to help. If you needed some extra help in your herbal class, then you need assistance from Zoe, or Queenie, or Myrtle, someone who is not this woman.

It was comical, and you almost laughed right in her face when she ask you if you wanted her to tutor you later in the evening. You didn't need help. You were a smart and powerful which. You just needed her out of you head. There was too much of her to even pay attention to the task at hand.

And it hurt too. There was no denying that. With the many obvious signs that she was helplessly in love with you, you ignored them all. She's the supreme for god sakes. She was so close yet felt so out of your reach.

You were just wasting time in this goddamn greenhouse. Every minute with her counts, but right now, you were just staring straight at the wall behind her, daydreaming of what you could be doing instead. What— no, who you could be kissing and showing you truth to.

You hear her snapping and it pulls you out of your deep trances. It's honey brown eyes and hair golden in the moonlight that's shining through the roof window that you notice first. "Are you even listening?" She doesn't sound annoyed, but she's clearly had enough of this. All this. What even is this?

"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. I am, I just—"

"You don't have to call me that, ya know." It hurts too much to not call you it. If you call her Cordelia then it seems to real. She's not your mentor, not your supreme, she's Cordelia. And so you stand behind that Miss Cordelia barrier that you build. The one that Cordelia tries so hard to break down.

"I know." As you stare into her eyes so warm that you feel as though your melting, as they soften as they stare back at you, she cups you heated cheeks. You know that she feels how hot they are, you know that she knows what is going on with you, but still, she asks,

"What's really going on? You're one of my strongest witches, sweetie."

You truly want to tell her that she's so distracting because you've unwillingly fell in love with her. Because, then, maybe you'll be able to pay better attention in class. But instead you tell her, "I just haven't been sleeping right," sugarcoating your love for her and letting it melt in your mouth.

It's not a complete lie; because you cannot sleep when she walks by your room to assure that you are safe in bed. You cannot sleep when you've see her only an hour before your rest in a simple pajama slip. Milky silk and see-through if it were any thinner.

"We should make you a sleeping potion then." She knows your lying, but she is not going to force you to be honest. That's not what she is here for. She just wants you to be ready. She would wait forever for you to tell her how you feel.

And then she's gathering the ingredients. Patting around the greenhouse as soft as a spring day, and you have to look to see if she is even walking. Look to see that she's not flying around instead of walking like an angel that you could mistake her to be.

She stands behind you and her arms are locking you in between the table and her body. She's wearing a nightgown like every other night and you can feel her breasts press against your back. Your breath hitches and you think she notices because she asks if you're okay. You nod, because you cannot speak, you cannot do anything besides stand there as if you were built with cement.

Her blonde hair falls against your shoulder and you get a strong whiff of her lavender shampoo. She smells so sweet and you feel like you are being embraced by a fresh pastry.

"Do you remember one of the key ingredients for our sleeping potion?" She tests you, because she knows that the day she taught this, her shirt seemed to be just a little shorter cut than usual. She knows you weren't paying attention to sleep and potions and herbs that day.

"Um...," you feel so pathetic for not knowing. So useless. "No, not really."

She smiles still. You can hear it in her voice, "That's just alright. Chamomile is one of the main ingredients." She speaks softly and begins grinding the chamomile into the mixture. Her freckled arms rub against yours with each movement. Bare skin against bare, and you yearn for more.

These emotions are too strong for your body to handle. They cannot fit as you are too much already filled with Cordelia. You are going to explode if you don't let it out somehow. And so you stand there and permit silent tears to roll down your face.

You assume that Cordelia won't notice, but a warm tear ends up landing on her hand and she cannot stand there and pretend that it didn't happen. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the only way she knows to make everything better is to be upfront and loving.

She grabs your waist, gently, and turns your body so your facing her now. It's so close; you can feel her soft breath against your face and her legs are practically intertwined with yours. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore," she doesn't sound angry still, just so desperate. And you know you look a mess right now but she thinks you're so pretty.

"I don't think I know how to not do that," more tears fall down. You are so afraid because you know that it's too far this time. There is no going back to what you once were with Cordelia just an hour before this.

"Show me?"

Your trembling hands cup her cheeks this time, smooth beneath your palm. You don't want to pull her forward, you need her to show you that she isn't the supreme right now. You always need her.

"It's okay," she merely whispers, nods, and smiles softly. And you forget about you fears, about the sugarcoated emotions on your tongue. You lean forward and everything's so fuzzy and blurry around you; like a fever dream, but it's oh so real.

She moans into your mouth. She sounds so pretty against you. It's the perfect combination of her vanilla chapstick and your strawberry one to create the sweetest taste.

Her hands are still on your waist and she pulls back, but only her lips so she can rest her forehead against yours. "Not so scary, right?"

"Well i'm scared that I just fucked everything up."

She shakes her head and smiles delicately at you. "You didn't fuck anything up. I would've been out the door by now." Your laugh and hers are a soft melody that echo against the four walls of the greenhouse. She grabs your hands and tangles her slim fingers with yours. "I. love. you."

"Promise me that it's what you want." You still can't believe it. But you can't have it if it's not real.

"It's what I always wanted. What I wanted when I met you. What I want, still, now."

"Then you should know that I always wanted it. I love you too. So much."

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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

HI HI HI FOLKS I'M BACK!

Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

Requests open!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

[deliasbabe]

I'll Travel Far Beyond the Path of Reason (Take me back to Eden)- Cordelia x reader (Part 1)

You and Cordelia get into a fight and you are attacked by witch hunters. If you couldnt tell by the summary, heavy HEAVY angst.

I've been working on this for over a year and if I don't post it now I'll continue to tweak it until the end of time. Enjoy babes and I'll see you for part 2!

Words: 8.6k

Warnings: Violence, Blood, ANGST, drugging, drug & alcohol use, PTSD

How could you have been so stupid?

It had started off innocently. You had always played the good cop to your supreme’s bad cop. She dispensed the punishment, stern but always loving, and you spared the girls from it as much as possible. It had become sort of a banter between the two of you, the way you would intercept the issues before they ever reached her office door, correcting the situation so well she only ever heard about it months after the fact in hushed whispers. She would always scold you, but there was a hint of a smile only you could see, and she never was mad for long. So, when the girls called you the other night and admitted they messed up, you climbed out of bed and drove across town without a second thought, and without waking your sleeping girlfriend.

You thought it was simple, they snuck out after curfew, went to a party, and drank a bit too much. But when the cops knocked on the coven’s door two days later, your girlfriend was blindsided, and you had learned their little screw up wasn’t so little.

Grand theft auto, to be exact. Seems they had left out the part where they took some asshats car for a joyride and crashed it, but that was after he had been a little too handsy with the youngest and tried to spike her drink. You called it penance, but your girlfriend called it-

“A felony, Y/N.” She spat, “They committed a felony, and you kept it from me.”

“I didn’t know all of the information.” You argued, “All I knew was they snuck out and needed a ride.”

“You still should have told me. I’m responsible for those girls.” Cordelia fumed, “I know I let you get away with it before, but this is too far. What am I supposed to tell their parents? That their own teacher helped them leave the scene of a crime?”

“Once again, Dee,” You lamented, “I didn’t know. They kept that tidbit of information private.”

It was supposed to be date night, the one day a month you could manage to drag your workaholic girlfriend from her office and away from her responsibilities. But she was seething over her glass of red and you couldn’t seem to get a word in edgewise, so you quickly came to terms with the fact that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant evening, even if you were at one of the nicest places in town.

“You know that doesn’t matter.” She spit, “They could go to jail.”

“What would you have done if you’d known?” You asked, already knowing the answer, “If I had woken you up, what would you have done? Woken Mallory up so she could reverse time and make sure the whole thing didn’t happen? Magically move the dented pieces back into place? You couldn’t have done anything.”

“Don’t be condescending.” Cordelia growled, “You aren’t supposed to keep secrets from me, that’s not how this works. Especially when it comes to the girls. You should have said something.”

“So you could yell at them for sneaking out? So, when they did it again, they’d be too scared to call?” You asked, Cordelia shaking her head.

“They still lied to you,” She bit, “So your plan seems to have some flaws.”

“They were scared.” You argued, “They knew if they told me everything, I would’ve come to you.”

“You should have come to me regardless.” Cordelia spat, “I’m the headmistress of this academy and your supreme.”

“And I trust you with my life,” You said, “But right now you aren’t really showing your level head.”

And oh boy, if her eyes could shoot daggers, you’d be bleeding out on the floor. She scoffed, her jaw clenching and grinding as she mulled over her response. Normally, she would roll her eyes and grin at the joke, but she simply shook her head and grabbed her things, leaving the restaurant without another word.

“Delia…” You called after her, but she didn’t turn around, and your waitress was on you before you could even think to go after her, “I guess I’ll take the check.”

When you reached the parking lot, your car was gone, and you lolled your head back and let out a frustrated grunt as it started to drizzle. The symbolism wasn’t lost on you, walking across town in the rain only to come back with your tail between your legs. She was putting you through the ringer for this one, and while you couldn’t really blame her, she also wasn’t being completely fair. Not telling her the girls had snuck out was on you, one hundred percent. But you weren’t a mind reader, and you had absolutely no way of knowing the girls weren’t being truthful, you were just as surprised as she was. But still, you knew she needed someone to be angry with, now that the damage was done.

Still, an hour long walk in the now pouring rain seemed a bit excessive. The woman was blessed with the ability to transmutate but still left you stranded just to prove a point. You were lucky you had been in the city long enough to know your way around, especially at night. The choice to avoid the French Quarter added about twenty minutes to your trek, but it was the smarter option, given the string of muggings that seemed to plague the location, although the extra time didn’t help you escape your thoughts.

You and Cordelia had never fought like this. Sure, you bickered, but all it took was one well timed joke and the feeling was fleeting, replaced with poorly hidden smiles and ticklish sides. The arguments were meaningless, spurred on by minor miscommunications or the occasional poorly timed joke, never like this, if anything they were humorous. You knew Cordelia was protective, that she’d do anything for her girls, and you had grown to love her mama-bear tendencies, but she had never turned them on you.

You turned down an empty alley, a shortcut that would spit you out a few houses down from your destination, your desperation to get home overpowering your hatred of tiny, cramped, dimly lit spaces. You walked quickly, looking over your shoulder at every step, terrified that you would turn around and someone would be chasing you with an axe like the movies.

You glanced forward, a few more steps and you would be free, but as soon as you approached the exit, two men stepped into your view, and you stopped on a dime, “Going somewhere, witch?”

Witch Hunters.

Since the coven had gone public, more men were willing to join their ranks, and you turned on your heel and booked it the second they stepped in your direction. You never were a star athlete, though, and soon enough you were being pulled to the ground and restrained. You fought against it, earning a set of knuckles to the left side of your face, and you felt his ring scratch down your cheek as you tasted blood. You felt their hands everywhere, holding you down as three more blows hit, your stomach, the side of your ribs, and another to the face just for good measure. You tried to focus, but complete panic overwhelmed all your senses. You knew how to handle this. Cordelia had worked with you and trained you until you could do it in your sleep, but with the adrenaline pumping and the blood rushing through your ears you couldn’t seem to remember it at all, all you knew was that you had to get home to Cordelia to warn her, you couldn’t keep something from her again.

Somewhere in the haze you caught a flash of silver, a searing pain, and then the hands were gone. You didn’t remember pulling yourself up, but as you were dragging yourself back towards the house, you did remember having to dislodge your feet from under the dead bodies. It hurt to breathe, to stand, to move, but you mustered up what energy you could as you pulled yourself up the steps of the academy, wiping at your face as you spotted your car in the driveway, only for your hand to be covered in blood.

Your vision grew hazy as you reached for the doorknob, and you clumsily felt around till you were met with the cold, metal object, unable to trust your own eyes. You pressed your weight into the door, practically falling through and barely catching yourself on the entryway table. You spotted your lover in the kitchen, her back to you as you attempted to right yourself, “Dee…”

“I’m not talking to you.” She said shortly, shaking her head.

You lost your balance once more, falling into the wall this time. “No, Delia…” You tried again, your voice sounding strangled.

At the drop in your tone Cordelia was alarmed, shoulders squaring as she whipped her head around to meet your eyes. You didn’t think it was all that bad until you saw her expression, the way her eyes bugged out in horror, mouth gapping as she traced your form up and down, before her eyes landed on your stomach. You followed her gaze only to see a knife, and suddenly you were falling down, down, down.

You were pulsing in and out of consciousness, the world turning into a stop motion film. You saw her moving towards you, then she was on top of you, mouth forming around words and phrases you couldn’t seem to comprehend.

“What… Can you… Hold on… Stay with…”

You felt hands, first two on your face, tracing your cheekbone and calming you down. Then, you felt them everywhere, lifting you, and you fought against them with whatever strength you had left, deep laughs invading your mind as you felt those hands grip tighter and tighter. But then the rest of the hands were gone and there were those hands again, on your face and so soft, shushing you and lulling you into some limbo you didn’t know if you ever wanted to reach, running through your hair and grabbing your hand as you finally let the dark win.

“Just let it happen.”

Murmurs of familiar voices drew you into some semblance of consciousness. You couldn’t identify who was speaking, and for whatever reason, your eyelids felt like lead, unable to let even a sliver of light in.

But you could hear, the rustle of hair brushing against fabric, the tap of shoes.

“Not now.”

“You need to eat; it’s been two days.”

Then, a tone you recognized, still pleasant, but just enough bite to get the point across.

“I said not now.”

You tried to wiggle your fingers, flex your hands, show any sign of life, but there was some sort of disconnect between your body and mind, and it drove you nuts. Were you dead?

At the sound of the voice again, you wanted to reach out, to provide some comfort, but you couldn’t, and it made you want to scream. You were always claustrophobic, but this was a million times worse. You could feel your panic rising, the heat in your body constricting your lungs until you felt like you were suffocating. You heard a sound you couldn’t recognize, then the shuffling of feet.

“What’s going on?”

Then that voice, high pitched and panicked, “I don’t know.”

“Is she in pain? Do I need to get Mallory?”

That name, you knew that name, but why?

There was a pinch, then every nerve in your body was searing before going numb, the voices fading as you were desperately trying to claw your way back, losing your grip and falling into nothing once again.

When your eyes opened, the light blinded you and made your head throb, forcing you to shut them again. Slowly, you cracked one open at a time, trying to make sense of your surroundings. There were a pair of heels discarded by the bed, and the steady pounding of footsteps, one right after the other, a pause, and one right after the other again. You tried to lift your gaze up, only to be met with the glaring reflection of the sun rays in the mirror, and you shut your eyes and burrowed deeper under the covers. The footsteps stopped at the sound, stuttering against the hardwood, only to pick back up a moment later.

You cracked open one eye and looked down at the end of the bed, your girlfriend traversing the length of her bedroom, arms crossed, and a red thumbnail pinched between her teeth as she stared at the floor. You watched her for a moment, hair mused and lipstick smudged, wearing your favorite dress, and it almost brought a smile to your face, but then she turned around and you saw the dark maroon stain and everything came rushing back as your eyes snapped open.

She hadn’t changed, hadn’t washed her hands. The shoes discarded by your bed were the ones she was wearing, probably chucked to the side once the pain of the pacing had become too much to bear. You bit back tears, swallowed down the terror, and tried to speak, but your throat was dry and hoarse from the screaming. Your mouth moved over empty words, trying again and again until something finally fell out.

“You need to eat.”

Her gaze met yours, hands falling to her sides, but just as quickly as the relief had come, it was replaced by something haunted. She stepped towards you, arms reaching for you, then falling, then reaching again, until she settled on grabbing the sheets next to you, fingers fidgeting in the cotton. She met your eyes, looked away, looked back again, before choosing to stare at the headboard, “How are you feeling?”

You went with a joke, hoping to ease her discomfort, “Like I got stabbed.”

There was no laugh, no smile, not even a twitch at the corners of her mouth. You reached for her hand, rubbing your thumb along the back, but she pulled it away, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress as she stepped back. “I’ll get you some water.”

“Delia…” You called after her, images racing through your mind of the last time she left you alone, causing your heart to bang in your chest, but she was already out the door, her feet tapping on the stairs, growing quieter with each passing second.

When she finally returned, it felt like an eternity had passed. She handed you the glass without even sparing you a glance, searching the room for a moment before she returned to your side with full hands. The glass between your lips was quickly replaced by a thermometer, a blood pressure cuff slipped up your arm and squeezing as you whined in protest.

“Shh,” She chided you, her voice absent of any of the warmth that used to feel like coming home, “Your blood pressure is still elevated.”

“You need to eat.” You said again, only for her to ignore you, so you settled for questions, anything to make her actually talk to you. “How long was I out for?”

She glanced up at you, looking perplexed for a moment before shaking her head and refocusing on the task at hand. “Four days.” She finally said, her hands reaching for the nightstand and coming back with a vial.

“Is everyone ok?” You asked, watching her draw the liquid from the vial up into a syringe.

“The girls are fine.” She answered, too focused on checking for air bubbles to even spare you a glance. Something was wrong, you felt it in your bones, but she ducked and weaved through every emotion.

“Are you ok?” You asked, reaching for her but coming up short as she stepped back.

She looked at you then, eyes hazy as she shook her head, “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” You challenged, only for her to glare at you.

“You need rest.” She said, her eyes leaving yours once more, lifting your blanket and repositioning your leg, “You’re still healing.”

You felt tears burning behind your eyes, the fear still lingering that if you dared to sleep, you wouldn’t wake up. “I want to talk to you.” You said, trying to ignore the way your voice cracked as you grabbed her arm, halting her movements.

Her face fractured then, but only slightly, and you swore you heard her sniffle back tears. You thought you had her, but then she was reaching and prying your fingers off of her, the alcohol wipe drying your skin and burning your nostrils. “You can,” She murmured, shaking her head once more, “After you rest.”

You shook your head as she uncapped the needle, trying to wriggle out of her grasp, but within moments you were frozen in place, the needle pinching your skin and warmth quickly spreading through your veins, making your body go limp and your eyes droop. “But…” You began, fighting to keep your eyes open, your mouth moving. She shushed you, bringing her hands to your face and pressing her lips to your forehead, but you knew it was only to placate you, to give you a sliver of hope that everything was alright.

Over the next few days, you barely saw her, despite being stationed in her bedroom. The girls came and kept you company, but every time you would ask about Cordelia, they would dance around the subject, sharing glances you couldn’t quite understand and making some excuse about paperwork before changing the subject entirely. They did their best to keep your spirits up, but they knew they weren’t who you wanted, and you tried to ignore the pitiful looks they threw in your direction when they thought you couldn’t see them.

The only time you saw her was when she was administering your medication, coming up with every excuse to not be able to stay during the day. She promised you more time in the evening, only to knock you out the moment you dared to ask about anything outside of the weather.

She wasn’t sleeping, you knew this because you lived in her bed and she wasn’t in it. That, and you had spent enough time studying her face over the past week that you noticed the bags under her eyes becoming darker and darker. She had finally changed her clothes, but you didn’t know how, given that she avoided you for a majority of the day. Maybe she was grabbing them after she forced you into unconsciousness, or maybe she stockpiled them in her office. You grew to hate the sunset, the orange haze making your skin crawl at the thought of what was to come. You felt violated from being forced into submission, and as the days dragged on, you couldn’t help but feel the fear that lodged itself in your throat every time she would appear.

A week in, you broke, curled into a ball with tears streaming down your face as you begged, but she just reached for the vial once again, murmuring something about how your body needed rest, always more rest. She reached to stabilize you and you retreated, pulling your legs close to your body and pushing further and further up the bed every time she would bridge the gap, almost knocking yourself to the floor in the process.

Cordelia didn’t understand, brow pinched together as you begged, “Please, just talk to me.” She shook her head imperceptibly, eyes blank as she reached for you again, and you shrieked, launching yourself off the bed and onto the floor, “No!”

Cordelia stared at you in shock, her eyes scanning your face for some semblance of reason, but you weren’t even looking at her, eyes trained on the syringe as your face contorted in fear. She followed your line of sight, then looked back at you, her stoic expression splintering as the realization dawned on her. The syringe clattered to the floor, and you finally tore your eyes away, staring back at her with that same terrified expression as her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” She choked, shaking her head as she forced herself to look away, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I can’t do this.”

You didn’t say anything as she walked out, couldn’t bring yourself to stop her, and as you sat on the floor and waited for someone to find you, you finally came to terms with your new reality, with the idea that even if you wanted it to, things would never be the same. You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, but eventually Mallory picked you up from the floor and got you back into bed, foregoing your nightly medication. As the night drew on with no sleep in sight, you found you craved it, at least it was peaceful, unlike the war raging in your mind.

Something changed that day. The oblivion you once fought tooth and nail to stay out of had become your safe haven. By the time Mallory had visited you the next morning, you had demanded it, morning, noon, and night. You didn’t see Cordelia once in the week that followed, although with how much you were sleeping, you wouldn’t have noticed even if she had payed you a visit, although you doubted she did. Your supreme had always prided herself on her communication, but you knew her well enough to know that when it came to the hard things, it was the first to go. You didn’t know what you would say if she did decide to talk to you, didn’t know if there was anything to say.

Once they were sure you could manage to get around on your own, they let you return to your room, forcing you back into reality and removing every coping mechanism you had. You kept to yourself for the first few days, downing Benadryl like it was water and sleeping through most of the day. On the third day, you managed to stumble down for dinner, only for the seat at the head of the table to remain empty the entire time. The girls were all thrilled to see you, talking your ear off about all the things you had missed, but in your haze you could barely pay attention.

From the little you did hear, it seemed your supreme had found a way to solve your dilemma, convincing the man to change his story and drop the charges in exchange for a brand new, much nicer car. A quick and dirty fix that was so unlike her, you had to wonder what state she was in when she gave the green light. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that what was done was done, but when you went back to your room it was all you could think about, staring at the ceiling for as long as you could manage before you were reaching for the Benadryl once again.

You ran out on day four, and with it, so did your patience. You had cried and wallowed and overthought for weeks on end, an endless pit that did nothing but drag you down. You couldn’t live that way anymore, so you left your room, taking up residence in the common area and hoping the chatter would keep you grounded. You talked and laughed with the girls, but no matter how hard you tried, it all felt forced, a failed distraction from the emptiness that took up residence inside your chest. The harder you pushed, the worse it felt, and by the time dinner rolled around, you had reached some fucked-up form of acceptance, resigning to the fact that you probably wouldn’t ever feel whole again.

You saw her then, at the head of the table, talking quietly with some of the younger girls, and you forced yourself to keep your head down, pushing at your food, afraid that if she met your eyes, she would bolt again. It didn’t matter, she didn’t look in your direction once, not even when your youngest student, Lottie, called your name and asked you both to watch an incantation she had just learned, or as she called it, “A magic trick”. Despite the tightness in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile at the innocence there, the way everything was still so new to her and full of wonder. You wished you still had that, like you had when you first came to the academy, before you learned of the consequences.

Cordelia was the first to leave the table, and the tension was palpable. You could feel everyone’s eyes drift to you, only to look away without a word. You grabbed your dish and headed towards the kitchen, depositing your untouched dinner in the trash and your plate in the sink.

“Well look who’s back to the land of the living.” You heard Madison call out from behind you, turning to face her. Madison was never one to beat around the bush, and you waited for the question to cut you like a knife, “Did you and Foxxy break up?”

You ground your teeth, jaw muscles flexing and releasing as you contemplated your answer, only to be hit with a punch to the gut when you realized you didn’t have one. You thought you had accepted it, whatever it was, but your eyes were glassy against your own volition, stomach twisting into knots as you spit out, “I don’t know.”

Madison’s smirk fell, the prideful look in her eyes replaced with something you couldn’t read. She didn’t push like you expected, she just nodded, and that was all you needed for your world to crack open, any strength you had left spilling out and vanishing. You grabbed your shoes and keys, heading for the door as they called out for you, saying you couldn’t leave, you weren’t strong enough yet, you could get hurt, but you didn’t care.

You didn’t care if your stitches ripped and you bled out in the middle of nowhere. You didn’t care if you were hit by oncoming traffic and left to die by the side of the road. You didn’t care if you fell off a cliff and they had to fish your body out of the river. Everything, your entire life, your entire world, was gone. There was nothing left for you, it was taken, and you didn’t care what happened next.

You arrived at the swamp with nothing but a bottle of whiskey. Misty had taken you out there once to gather mud, told you how sometimes it was the only place she could go to clear her head, her sanctuary, and you thought it might help, but as you downed the bottle and laid on her bed, you couldn’t help but feel like you were desecrating sacred land. You didn’t know how people did this, how they just kept going and moved on no matter what horrors they faced. You laid down and stared at the stars and cursed the world for spinning, for time moving, because you hadn’t moved in weeks. No matter what you tried, you were still trapped in that alley, in that bed, and nothing could pull you out of it.

Well, something could, or someone, maybe, if they tried, but even that wasn’t a sure thing. You would be an idiot if you didn’t acknowledge that this was more than just an issue with Cordelia, that even if you did talk, even if you did work it out, it wouldn’t fix everything.

But at least you wouldn’t feel so alone.

When you walked through the doors three days later, she was talking with a student at the foot of the stairs, her head raising involuntarily at the sound and her eyes locking with yours. You looked away quickly, leaving your muddy shoes by the door and depositing your keys on the counter, and by the time you went to head up the stairs to shower, she was gone.

She didn’t come to dinner that night, nor the night after, and despite the girls knowing enough to not ask questions, you could hear the faint whispers when they thought you weren’t paying attention. Lottie, however, wasn’t privy to this social knowledge, and she told you everything. Apparently, the three days you were gone was the most time that anyone had seen the supreme in a month. She was back to her usual self, she even started teaching classes again, but the second you came back, she disappeared once more.

You booked a ticket home that night for the following week, quietly packing your things over the course of the next few days. You didn’t know what the future for you held, but you did know you wouldn’t find any closure here, and you weren’t willing to continue subjecting the girls to whatever this was. It was too much, and you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to get out.

You did your best to avoid telling the girls, not wanting to cause yet another spectacle for them to gawk at, but they seemed to figure it out anyways, and you weren’t sure how. They asked questions about your return, you did your best to dodge them, and for a few days it worked, until the older girls cornered you two days before you were set to leave.

“When are you coming back?” Zoe asked, trying to be delicate as she rephrased the question for the 50th time.

You sighed, “I told you, I don’t know. This isn’t as big of a deal as you guys are making it out to be. I just have some things to take care of.”

“Cut the shit, bitch.” Madison sneered, rolling her eyes, “We’ve all seen the way you and our dear supreme have been skulking around. Are you coming back or not?”

You didn’t want to tell them the truth, knowing if you did then Cordelia was sure to find out about it. You didn’t know what would hurt worse, knowing you left and didn’t give her a chance to fix it, or her finding out and doing nothing. But these were your friends, and despite wanting to have control over the situation, wanting to have the chance to break your own heart, you couldn’t lie to them. “I don’t know.” You finally said, “I don’t think so.”

Madison stared at Zoe with a raised brow, the two having a seemingly silent conversation over your head, but Zoe simply nodded and smiled at you, “Ok, that’s all we needed to know.”

They helped you pack, spent every meal with you, and even slept in your room, wanting to see you as much as possible before you left. It was a little strange to you, but you didn’t necessarily mind it, especially once you realized that the more time they spent with you, the less time they had to talk to Cordelia. They planned a movie night send off for you, gathering all the girls in the living room and handing out popcorn and snacks. After the first movie, you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, Madison calling out for you.

“I left a twelve pack of coke in the greenhouse,” She yelled, “Can you go grab it? We’re almost out and I’m too lazy to get up.”

You rolled your eyes but complied, shaking your head as you wandered out toward the greenhouse, smiling to yourself for the first time in weeks. With the way the day had gone, it had almost made you feel guilty for leaving, almost made you change your mind, but the second you stepped through the greenhouse door, a familiar pair of eyes reminded you exactly why you were going.

When she glanced up at your smiling face you swore you saw a flash of happiness, but it was gone in a moment, replaced with that same look that had been haunting you for weeks, like you were intruding on something, but you still hadn’t figured out what. You felt your cheeks catch fire as you cleared your throat, not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable than it had to be, “Sorry, I just need to grab something, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Cordelia nodded, eyebrows furrowing as she glanced back down, and you felt your nerves prickle beneath your skin, anger swirling in your gut at her display of confusion, like she was clueless.

Still, you didn’t want to cause a scene, didn’t need the added weight to carry with you, so you bit your tongue, heading towards the opposite side of the greenhouse once you spotted the red cardboard. You walked back towards the door with your head down, trying to leave the situation as quickly as possible, hand on the knob and pulling, only for the door to not budge, smacking your head on the glass. You stepped back, grabbing the knob and tugging again, but the door still wouldn’t move. You stood there awkwardly for a moment, not wanting to ask for help with something as simple as opening a door, but when you heard the blades of grass shuffle and the hushed whispers, you audibly groaned.

Cordelia glanced up, but only momentarily, “Is there something wrong?”

You sighed, “The door won’t open.”

You glanced back right as Cordelia looked up, her tone airy in that slight tell of annoyance, “Just open it.”

You glared back at her, “You try it then.”

She shook her head, “Just unlock it.”

“I can’t.” You huffed, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

Cordelia sighed, “I meant…”

“I know what you meant.” You shot back, obviously annoyed. You were doing your best to keep it together, to act cordial, but it was difficult when Cordelia was treating you like a first-year student. “I can’t. My powers have been…” You explained, biting down on a sigh, “Temperamental, lately.”

That seemed to peak the supreme’s interest, her head tilting as she took a step towards you, “Temperamental as in you’re going to rip the door off its hinges?”

You huffed, choosing to stare anywhere else that wasn’t her, “Temperamental as in they don’t work.”

You didn’t think much of it when you heard her start to walk closer, knowing she wanted this conversation to be over just as badly as you did and was probably looking for a way to get you out of there. You didn’t expect to feel her cold fingertips graze your stomach, finding the hem of your shirt and tugging up as you whipped your head towards her, instantly batting her hands away. She glared at you, reaching for the hem once again with one hand, “We might not have gotten all the silver out.”

You grabbed her wrist, halting her movements, and glared back, “I seriously doubt that’s the issue.”

She sighed, pulling her wrist from your hand as she stood up straight, and you swear you saw her roll her eyes, walking towards the locked door and focusing. You could hear the lock click, but when Cordelia went to turn the knob, it wouldn’t move. She tried again, jiggling the knob in case it was stuck, but it still wouldn’t budge, so she resorted to yanking, only to hear Madison call out, “We enchanted the locks, bitch!”

Cordelia stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before you heard her also groan, and you couldn’t help but snicker at her frustration, at realizing what you had already known. She turned briefly towards the sound, before sighing and returning to her workstation and resuming whatever she was doing.

At some point, you started pacing the length of the room, arms crossed as you waited for the girls to give up, knowing they likely were standing outside and listening to the whole thing. You didn’t know how long it went on for, but your patience was growing thin and your steps were becoming firm, stomping back and forth, back and forth.

“What are you doing?” Cordelia finally sighed, glancing up with her jaw pitched forward, another tell of annoyance.

“Contemplating murder.” You sassed, Cordelia shaking her head as she tried to focus.

“Could you stop?” She asked in that same airy tone, “You’re distracting.”

You chuckled darkly, “What are you going to do? Knock me out again?”

She rested her hands on the table, her face unimpressed and her tone painfully even, “You needed the rest.”

Another snide laugh fell from your lips as you turned on your heel, still pacing as you mumbled, “Don’t tell me what I fucking needed.”

“You were seriously injured…” Cordelia sighed, like she was scolding a child.

You whipped back towards her, eyes blazing as you bit, “I needed you.”

“I was there.” Cordelia said, shaking her head for what felt like the millionth time.

“No, you weren’t.” You shot back as the supreme sighed.

“I’m sorry if I offended you or hurt you…” She began, but you couldn’t stand to hear it.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Cordelia.” You interjected, Cordelia throwing up her hands.

“What do you want me to say?” She asked, like you were being unreasonable.

You stood your ground, digging your heels in as you fired back, “Something that doesn’t sound like you’re reading from a script would be nice.”

“I’m not!” She yelled, throwing her head back as you resumed pacing once again, trying desperately to keep yourself in check so you wouldn’t explode.

She watched you pace, back and forth, back and forth, waiting for what she knew was coming, what she couldn’t avoid. It took you longer than she expected, a million questions pilling up on the tip of your tongue, one after the other until they all started to slide out like an avalanche.

“Are you still pissed off at me? Is that what this is?”

“No, I’m not.”

You turned on your heel, staring at her once again, your tone exasperated and snappy, “Then what the hell is it? Because you can barely stand to look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

“No, you aren’t.” You shot back, “You haven’t for weeks, you haven’t talked to me…”

Cordelia sighed, asking again, “What do you want me to say?”

“Something.” You spit out, your volume increasing, “Anything!”

You stared at her for a moment, waiting, but she just stared back, mouth gaping like she couldn’t even begin to fathom how you both got into this situation. You turned away again, biting down on a scream of frustration and resisting the urge to bang your head against the wall until you knocked yourself out. You didn’t know if you wanted to burn the place down or burst into tears, but you could feel the pressure building in your chest, and you were terrified of the outcome. The words fell out of your mouth before you had the time to register them, “Is it because I failed?”

You could hear the confusion in her tone, “What?”

You swallowed down the tears that threatened to fall, cursing yourself as you turned to face her, “I failed. You taught me how to deal with witch hunters. We went over it time and time again, and I still couldn’t…”

She couldn’t stand the sight of your watery eyes, training her gaze on the table as she croaked out, “No, god no…”

“Then what is it?” You asked again, whatever fight you had left in you disappearing, “Because I’ve been wracking my brain for weeks now, looking for some kind of reason...”

You watched her crack, just a bit, nose twitching against the ghost of tears as she shook her head and stuttered, “It’s not your fault, none of it is your fault. It’s…”

She stopped and shook her head, bracing herself on the desk as her chest heaved. You gave her a moment, not wanting to screw anything up when you were so close to getting the answers you had been searching so desperately for, but when she didn’t move to continue, you prompted her, “It’s?”

She looked up at you then, really looked at you, with tears in her eyes, moments away from spilling over, and you stepped toward her on instinct. She looked back down, clearing her throat as she tried to right herself, “It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

You stepped toward her again, not sure you heard her right, “What?”

“It’s my fault you got hurt.” She clarified, and you shook your head, unable to speak, but she silenced you regardless, “I took the car, I made you walk home. I wasn’t thinking clearly, and you had to pay the price.” You shook your head, still unable to find your voice, but then you heard hers, weak and broken, “And I can’t ever express to you how sorry I am for that.”

“You didn’t know…” You squeaked, “You couldn’t know…”

She shook her head, “It doesn’t matter. It’s my job to protect my girls, all my girls, and I failed. I failed to protect you.”

“You- You saved me.” You stuttered, and the supreme shook her head.

“I fixed the damage I caused.” She sneered, but you knew her tone wasn’t directed at you.

“Delia...” You tried, taking another step towards her, but she held out her hand.

“If I can’t prioritize the safety of the girls over my own emotions, I’m no better than my mother.” She spit between gritted teeth, looking away to wipe at a tear once she saw your hurt expression.

You shook your head, “You could never be your mother.”

She shook her head, but didn’t respond, so you stepped forward, closing the gap between you and reaching for her, but she pushed you away, and that’s when it hit you.

She wasn’t trying to hurt you, she wasn’t punishing you, she was punishing herself. All this time you had been flipping your brain inside out, trying to find the meaning behind every look, every blank expression. But she wasn’t looking at you in disgust, she was in pain.

But the way she was looking at you now, you knew that look, had seen it time and time again, when she wanted something but couldn’t bring herself to ask for it, so you did. “Delia? Kiss me? Please?”

The look morphed as her brows pinched together, her eyes going dim as she shook her head. You begged and pleaded, wanting nothing more than for that look to return, for her to touch you and hold you and for everything to be ok again, but she wouldn’t relent. As soon as you started pleading, she stepped back and looked away, unable to bear the sight of you.

Something finally snapped, and everything you had been pushing away for the past month came rushing in like a tidal wave. You felt it buzzing in your chest, creeping up and up and up, spreading out to your limbs and making your entire body burn. You stalked towards the door, tugging on it again and again and again, bracing your feet on the walls and putting your whole body weight behind it. You looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t care.

At some point, Cordelia must have turned around, watching you struggle for a moment before she finally spoke, “It won’t open.”

“I don’t care.” You seethed, “It needs to.”

You settled for sitting on the ground, bracing yourself against a table and kicking with your feet, “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” You spat, punctuating each word with a kick. When that didn’t seem to work, you settled for throwing your entire body against the door, hoping if you couldn’t break the lock, then you could at least crack the doorframe.

“You are still healing.” Cordelia said, walking towards you and reaching, but you batted her away, “You shouldn’t be doing any strenuous activity for at least another two weeks.”

You finally stopped, your body vibrating as you stared Cordelia down, “I don’t care. I have a plane to catch tomorrow.” Her brow furrowed, and you turned back towards the door, banging on it with your fists, “I have things to do!”

“Where are you going?” Cordelia asked, arms crossing.

You turned back towards her, throwing up your hands, “Home, Cordelia. Where else would I go?”

You watched her face contort, watched the hurt flash across her eyes, and you couldn’t stand it, “Don’t look at me like that.”

Cordelia scoffed, beginning to grow defensive, “Didn’t you want me to look at you?”

“Not like that.” You bit, “You don’t get to look at me like that, like I’m hurting you. Not after what you did.”

“According to you, I didn’t do anything.” She snapped, and you knew she was baiting you now.

“Exactly. You did nothing.” You spit between gritted teeth, whipping around and punching the door as hard as you could.

“You’re bleeding.” Cordelia stated, staring at the smear of blood on the door, then glancing at your busted knuckles.

“Good.” You bit, punching the door again, and a third time for good measure.

“Stop.” She called out sternly, but you were too far gone to listen, hitting, scratching, clawing, and kicking the door repeatedly as you lost it completely, “Stop!”

“I need to get out of here.” You huffed, “I need to go home.”

Your face smacked against the door as you slammed against it with your shoulder, tasting blood as you swallowed down the tears that were forming. Memories ripped through your mind in quick succession, a blow to your face, a kick to your ribs, and then the room constricted in time with your lungs, the walls moving closer, and closer.

You started screaming at some point, you felt it, but you could barely make it out in between the gaps in your heartbeat that was pulsing in your ears. You threw yourself against the door, harder and harder as the tears flowed in lava rivers down your face. Cordelia reached for you, shushing you and grabbing the empty space as you pulled away, screaming about home, how you needed to go home, get on a plane and never come back. How she hurt you and she didn’t care, she never cared, how all of this was a mistake, how you were a mistake.

You felt her hands grab you quickly, spinning you around before you could push her away, and then her lips were on yours and she was kissing you hard, hands pushing and pulling and grabbing anywhere they could reach, leading you away from the door and bumping into anything in your path. She kissed you like she was starving, teeth clashing and biting, nails scratching and pinching and ripping, but you were the same, and now that you had her, you couldn’t let her go. You let every part of her invade your senses, her wet cheeks pressing against your own, her gritty hands and cold rings and the taste of red wine on her tongue.

You didn’t come up for air until she pushed you against the opposite wall, lungs burning and desperate for oxygen, but even as she pulled back, you leaned forward, not wanting to face whatever came next. Your chests heaved into one another as you both stared wide eyed, and in that split second of nothing it all came crashing down. You watched her, watched her watch you, felt her chest push against you and a sob tear out of her throat, and you followed right behind her, closing your eyes as you braced for her to pull away, leaving you cold and empty once again.

Instead, she rested her forehead against yours, whimpering I’m sorry, I’m so sorry and I love you over and over and over again as she pressed her mouth to yours, pushing air into your lungs and sucking it right back out, her hands on your forearms, anchoring you in place. You held onto her hair like a lifeline, your legs giving out from exhaustion and suddenly you both were falling, but she didn’t let go.

You landed on your knees and collapsed into her, her arms wrapping around you as she pulled you to her chest, her lips pressed to your forehead and fingers carding through your hair as she whispered that same mantra, over and over and over again. You didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know if she knew what she was doing, but with every pull of her fingers it felt like your memories of the past month were being extracted one by one, racing across your vision as the tears gave way to wails of anguish, her own cries increasing in time with yours. You felt it all over again, every ounce of emotion like it was the first time, and you didn’t know how she was doing it, or why.

When it was over, you had nothing left, no tears, no voice, no screams, nothing. You looked up at Cordelia in a daze, but she just smiled sadly back at you. You tried to speak, but your brain was fried, exhaustion quickly taking over your senses. Cordelia looked down at you knowingly, her fingers running down your cheeks as she shushed you, but you shook your head, afraid that if you gave in, you would wake up alone. She shushed you once more, kissing your forehead as she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere, it’s ok.”

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Greenhouse Messes

Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst ❀

Word Count: 1,305 words

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new injection for Cordelia @lexi1109 🥰

The air around the academy, shifted from fresh to stale as you working inside the greenhouse. The lively plants whispering amongst themselves, debating on whether a danger resides outside. A few twigs cracked under a weight of an invisible source, just outside the door. This drew your attention from the garden bed you were preparing.

"What are you not telling me?" To any normal person, you would be certifiably insane with the way you spoke to yourself. For you, nature always responded, they held the answers to more questions than you could possibly ask. Wind seeped through the bottom of the door, bringing in a cold draft. The action sent shivers down your spine. "Witch hunters" you whispered, responding to the message. "Do I have time?" The flowers sagged like one would when they dropped their head in sadness. That caused the panic to vibrate within your bones. You were too far from the house to alert the others, too close to the danger to escape alive. All you could do was protect the ones you loved, even if their focus was gravitated elsewhere.

Cautious steps were taken towards the exotic eyes flitting from shadow to shadow. With a shaky breath, you entered the gloomy outdoors, filled with monsters. Bare feet made contact with the soft grass below, sensing the vibrations within the soil. You walked with conviction towards the front entrance of the academy, hoping you could make it to at least the front step. The ground shook below you, alerting to a threat. They were running hard and fast towards you, which meant they all had eyes on you. Leaning down, you connected your hands to the life below, communicating through touch. The wind began to blow, the trees began to rustle and nature was ready to harnessed. Vines stretched through the cracks of the soil, whipping into view. They wrapped around the legs of the hunter that was fast approaching, pulling him into the air.

"You bitch" he said through gritted teeth as he fought against the vine. Thorns protruded through the greenery, piercing the body of the man. He screamed in pain as the thorns continued to grow, ultimately sealing his fate. The vibe threw him to the side, searching for its next victim. When a team of ten came into view, you were quick to realise just how outnumbered you were. Tree branches snapped and bent into shape, creating makeshift arms. They reached for bodies that were close, collecting as many as they could. That didn't stop a small group from invading, slashing your back in the process. A wail ripped through your throat at the sudden sensation. The branches faulted for only a moment before regaining its strength. It was enough for some men to slip through, charging at you. In a blink of an eye, those men were lunging for you, tackling you to the floor. They plunged a knife in each hand, twisting them for extra damage. In that moment, all you could think of was one person, one name on the tip of your tongue.

"Cordelia!" You screamed, as they continued to slice your skin. It was an extension of your power, a sense that could no longer be used. A light was turned on upstairs, a silhouette of Cordelia painted on the curtain. Hope twinkled in your eyes at the thought that she could hear you. "Cordelia" another scream left you lips, losing it strength as the blood spilled from your cuts. Another silhouette joined Cordelia within the room. It could only be described as Misty, Cordelia's newest obsession. That was what was given to you in your last moments. The sight of your love, entertaining another woman while witch hunters hunted you for sport.

Blood coated the floor below like a crimson sunset that graced the horizon. The earth fluttered underneath you, urging you to fight back, use all the strength you had left. Yet, all you could do was whisper Cordelia's name and succumb to the pain that radiates through your body. The men laughed above you, enjoying the thrill of the hunt and how they could bring a witch to her untimely demise.

"Y/N!" Nan shouted, drawing the witch hunters attention. They tossed your drained essence to the ground, setting their sights on the young girl. Something inside you crackled, sparks firing through your very being. The idea of Misty with Cordelia, Nan being brutally attacked by witch hunters, fuelled the fire within. Thunder began to roll through the sky, dark clouds followed closely behind. The hunters stopped in their tracks, searching the area for the next surprise. What they didn't expect was a bolt of lightning to strike the body they had left for dead. The charges flowed through your veins, body lifting from the ground. Electrical charges swirled around you as your eyes glowed a bright golden. With a pained scream from your lips, branches from the trees shifted and snapped, shooting out like barbs. The branches finding home in each of the hunters chests, rendering them motionless.

The energy softly floated you to the ground, where Nan was able to reach you. With all her strength, she reached under your body and pulled you towards the house. The entrance foyer was newly decorated with the blood that continued to flow from your wounds. The force within the house shifted when Nan crossed the threshold. It was sensed amongst the coven, grabbing at their attention. The first to descend the stairs was Cordelia, eyes fixated on the scene in front of her.

"Y/N" she gasped, falling to her knees next to you. Her hands reached out to pull you into her lap, wanting nothing but to heal you. When you flinched at her movement, moving closer into Nan, her heart fell to her stomach. "Let me help you, please" she pleaded, unsure of what caused the turn of your emotions.

"She doesn't want your help"

"Stop being stubborn, I need to heal you or you'll die"

"You were supposed to be with her tonight"

"What?"

"A date in the greenhouse and you never showed"

"Oh Y/N, I'm so sorry" tears silently travelled down the rosy cheeks of Cordelia. The sting in her heart, knowing that she could have prevented this, if she had just paid more attention.

"Misty was more important" Cordelia was taken aback by the comment, trying to understand how you knew. "She saw you in your room, she called out for you but you couldn't hear her"

"Honey, I am so so sorry. I lost sight of what was important and in turn lost sight of you. This is all my fault" she should have been with you, she should have been able to protect you. All her focus had been directed to the newcomer Misty and had ignored her connection with you. This small distraction cause her to break the link she had with you. In doing so, she left you defenceless to the world around you, if only she could go back in time.

Regret and guilt swirled inside Cordelia as they battled one another. It trapped her in silence, so frozen that she was unable to claw herself out.“It’s so quiet” Nan’s voice broke through her haze, Cordelia’s eyes snapping towards the young girl.

“Y/N let me help!” Her hands twitched with urgency, she wanted nothing more than to channel her energy through you.

“I love you” slipped from Nans lips, the final thoughts and words of the woman that saved the school. Cordelia may have broken the connection, but she felt every last ache that you had felt. She absorbed the hurt and anguish and carried it upon her shoulders. All she had left were the memories that you shared and even then, they couldn’t compare to you.

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𝐖𝐨𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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word count: 2.2K

warnings: talk of medication, light angst

The ticking of the clock was really the only thing you could focus on in the room, the only sound that broke through the fog of your nausea and rattled inside your skull, making your head pound ever so slightly. 

Cordelia was at the front of the room, teaching her students and keeping a very keen eye on you; something was different. You were usually a perfect student, especially when you hung on her every word. Today, though, you seemed preoccupied. 

When the class finished the only thing that notified you was the shuffling of your fellow students as they gathered their things and moved out of the room. Cordelia was stuck in place, preparing to teach another class straight after, so when you failed to hear her calling after you she sighed, vowing to catch up with you later in the day. 

The next time you saw the supreme was at lunch, when you sat by her side avoiding eye contact, giving her the explanation that you were just tired and couldn’t wait to have a nice bath and go to bed tonight; that had led her off the scent for now. 

When dusk fell, you were out in the greenhouse tending to your personal collection of plants. Although it was typically Cordelia’s domain, you had your own little corner to nourish while she pottered around in there. It had started as just an excuse to keep her company, but you found that the greenhouse brought you immense peace, especially when you weren’t feeling yourself. 

Cordelia was in the kitchen, brewing herself a cup of tea to take back up to her office while she finished off some paper work for the day, when the door opened and the familiar sound of heels clicking down the hardwood floor echoed closer and closer to her. 

Billie rounded the corner, huffing with the weight of the day, although her chest felt lighter when her eyes fell upon her wife waiting at the counter with shy eyes and a soft smile. “Hello, darling,” the medium greeted her, coming over to press a soft kiss to her lips and stroke her back, “how was your day?”

“Oh, the usual, broke up a fight, had to undo a spell,” 

Billie chuckled, that kind of deep laugh that bloomed in your chest and spread like fire. 

“Sounds eventful!” She retorted.

Cordelia hummed, stirring her tea while Billie kicked off her heels and padded over to the fridge to retrieve some red wine to dilute her stressed. 

“Something’s up with y/n” Cordelia spoke into the silence, causing Billie to turn around, furrowing her brow, “how so?” 

“She was distracted in class, barely stayed awake, didn’t eat a lot at lunch,” the supreme continued, listening her causes for concern. 

Billie sighed, walking back over to her wife so they stood side by side, “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation, Delia, she’s probably tired.” 

“That’s what she said,” Cordelia explained, clearly not convinced. 

“Well there you go, darling, don’t worry,” Billie spoke softly, brushing Delia’s hair over the back of her shoulder before taking a long sip of her wine. 

The two blondes sat down at the kitchen table to share a quiet moment before dinner, exchanging kisses and sipping their drinks while they caught up on their separate days. It wasn’t long before you had wandered in, not really enjoying the greenhouse when it got dark. 

You entered into the kitchen and Billie grinned warmly, “hello baby girl, come here,” she gestured her hands, beckoning you to sit on her lap. You did so without word, nuzzling into her neck and closing your eyes. This little catch up was somewhat a routine between the three of you and you never felt more at ease than when the three of you were back together, even when you were struggling internally. 

Delia reached over to rub your knee, “you doing okay, love?” To which you replied with a soft nod and smile, yawning to back up your story; you were just tired, that’s all. 

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It was a few days later, a rainy summer Sunday, and you and Billie were curled up in the library. You were reading a novel, of course, and Billie was reading over a script for an upcoming episode of her TV show, highlighter in hand and the cap between her teeth, her brows furrowed in concentration. 

The soft rainfall enveloped you in the room, providing a sense of warmth despite the storm developing outside. 

A storm was also brewing within the coven, the rainfall of the outside world being mirrored by Cordelia’s slippers hammering down the stairs as she flew into the library, brow furrowed in anger as she stared at you with a hostility that you hadn’t ever seen directed at you before. 

You sat upright, unnerved by the nervous magic that bounced around the room, making your hairs stand on end. Billie had also put down her script, asking Cordelia what on earth was going on, but she couldn’t break through the tunnel that you and the supreme were trapped in, a silent confrontation that had you trembling with unease. 

“I was just cleaning the bathroom” she said with a cool tone, anger replaced with disgust, or as far as you could perceive. 

“What the hell is this?” She threw the box into your lap, with an anger that dissipated into betrayal, eyes welling with tears when she saw you close your eyes and sigh; she was right, they were yours. 

Billie sat next to you, still confused, “Can someone fill me in please?” 

No, you couldn’t. The words could not leave your mouth and you were hoping that Cordelia would do that for you. 

“Do you need time to get your story straight?” Cordelia asked, dripping with venomous sarcasm. 

When you stared at her blankly she scoffed, turning directly to the medium. 

“They’re fucking antidepressants, Billie Dean. And they’re hers.” 

The supreme turned on her heels and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. You could hear her steps echo upward and across the hallway into her office, a second slam to signal her enclosure into her own space; she clearly needed it right now. 

You and Billie were left behind in the room, equally dumbfounded. Billie looked at you hopelessly, waiting for a response, an explanation, anything, but you couldn’t bring yourself to articulate the words. 

When you met her sad eyes you couldn’t help but crumble, tears flowing freely as you sobbed silently, frozen in place. She pulled you into her chest and your fist wrapped around the silk of her blouse while her manicured hand came to your back, rubbing soothing circles and whispering softly to you. 

“It’s okay, baby, I’m not mad, I’ve got you.” She rocked you slightly, soothing you enough to dull the ache caused by Cordelia’s abrupt departure. 

The thick silence of your secret and its consequences fell upon you, forming a pit in your stomach; this moment would extend into the next days, weeks, months of your life, and you found yourself sick with dread at how you would face it. 

Billie held you as the sobbing slowed to a steady stream of tears, draining you from the inside out, until you had fallen asleep curled up on her lap, tears still leaking from your tired body. Billie was fighting her own tears, mind roaring with the thought of you suffering so silently, not feeling like you could lean on them, god it broke her. 

In her office, Cordelia sat at her desk, head in her hands. She had memorised the name on the foil packet and had done her research; its reason for prescription, side effects, dosage; you name it. Now, the reality lay on her shoulders like a weighted blanket.

That reality was poisoned with guilt; you were clearly hurting, and she had flown off the handle. Thank god for Billie Dean. She always handled her emotions better. Cordelia felt things so deeply. 

The medium had contemplated going to find the supreme so they could talk things through while you slept, but the thought of you waking up alone deterred her completely. For that reason, she was relieved when a coy Delia poked her head around the door, tiptoeing over once she saw you asleep. 

“Hi,” she whispered, giving Billie a gentle smile. 

The medium smiled in response, looking back down to you as she stroked the top of your head, a subconscious check that you were okay. 

Cordelia sat down on the floor in front of you both, bringing her knees up to her chest, “I’m sorry,” 

“I know, darling, but it’s not me who needs those words.” 

Delia nodded; she did know, but part of her was relieved that you were asleep and she didn’t have to say them just yet. 

She felt awful for how she had reacted, the self-loathing growing on her ribs like moss, but there was also a red tint of anger. You had hidden this from them, and she couldn’t help but feel so hurt. 

“I told you something was up with her,” she sighed, looking pointedly at Billie. 

“I know, you were right, but that’s not important any more, Delia. What’s important is the three of us dealing with this together.” Delia nodded, shifting nervously when she saw you start to stir. 

Both women went quiet, waiting for you to wake up with bated breath. When you did open your eyes, you were met with the supreme staring at you worriedly, and tears immediately sprung from your tired eyes, causing her to hush you, scooting forward on the floor so she could stroke your hair. 

“I’m so sorry, honey. That was out of order,” she whispered. She thought it might have been hard to apologise, but the moment she met your eyes she wanted nothing more than to resolve things and hold you close. 

“I’m sorry I hid it,” you mumbled, sitting up slowly against Billie’s chest. She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, staying quiet for a moment so you could speak with your other girlfriend. 

“ I understand, honey. I get why you did it. But can we make a promise to be honest with each other from now on, hm?” She prompted gently, stroking her hand over the apple of your cheek. 

“Yeah, I promise,” you mumbled, lunging forward to pull her into a hug, crying softly into her shoulder. 

The two women shared a look of comfort, smiling softly as you sought comfort in your supreme. 

Delia moved to stand up, prompting you to sit back against Billie’s chest so she could come and sit next to you. 

The supreme rested a hand on your leg while Billie wrapped her arms around you, keeping you secure against her while she pressed kisses to the side of your head. 

“Darling, we don’t have to talk about it just yet, but can I know how long you’ve been taking them?” Cordelia asked, giving you a reassuring smile. 

“A week or so,” you mumbled, “the side effects are still bad.” 

Cordelia nodded knowingly, it now becoming clear that the side effects were what had caused you to be so offish in the last few days. 

“What are the side effects, honey?” Billie asked, squeezing you tighter. You listed them one by one, your girlfriends growing sadder with each one. 

“I’m proud of you for getting help that you needed, but please don’t ever hide this from us again.” Cordelia scolded gently, making sure you knew they wanted nothing but to be there for you. 

You nodded in agreement, feeling guilty at the whole ordeal, and you hoped that now the conversation would be dropped. 

Not so fast, though. “How can we help you angel?” You shrugged, honestly not really sure;  you couldn’t even figure out how to help yourself, let alone what you needed from them. 

“Please don’t get mad at me anymore.”

You were angry with yourself for needing this in the first place, and the thought of your girlfriends being mad at you too made your stomach churn. 

Cordelia smiled apologetically, “never ever, honey. I’m so sorry.” 

“Why don’t we drop this for now and go and have a nap? I know I could do with it!” Billie suggested from behind you, and you agreed, being pulled up to your feet by Cordelia who led you upstairs, Billie in tow. 

In the bedroom, you stripped down, choosing pyjamas from Billie’s drawer over your own. The other two stripped down to their underwear, already throwing back the covers as you headed back towards the bed. 

“Come here, baby girl,” Billie coaxed, pulling you to lay your head on her chest as you curled into her side, Cordelia behind you holding you in place between them. 

“Let’s shelve this until tomorrow, hm?” The medium suggested, with Cordelia humming in agreement. 

There was still an unspoken tension that crackled in the air above you, but with each breath you took nuzzled between them, the tension slowly unraveled; things were uncertain, but what you knew for sure was their commitment to you and your relationship. Everything would be okay as long as they were by your side. 

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Misunderstanding | c.g

Summary ~ "do you still love me?"

Warnings ~ none ^^

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Ever since Delia had been blinded she's been distant. I know she wants to be independent but it hurts. She doesn't even kiss or hug me anymore

"Y/n are you okay?" Zoe made you snap out of your trance. You smiled and gave her a nod before sipping your drink

"Are you alright my love" Cordelia had a concerned look on her face but she immediately replaced it with a smile

"Mhm" another sip

"Are you sure N/n?" Madison placed a hand on yours under the table

"I'm fine guys" another sip

If this continues I'm gonna need a drink

"Y/n!" Nan threw a napkin your way

"Hey! Stop it"

"Talk to her"

"Who?" Delia misread the situation and you could tell by the whimper in her voice

"No one" you glared at Nan before excusing yourself and storming to your original bedroom

"Y/n" Delia's voice cracked as she lightly knocked on the door, you could tell she had been crying "Can I come in"

You wiped at your tears before answering with a "go ahead" you felt the bed dip next to you so you faced her

She's healing up quite nicely

As you stared you admired her like she was a goddess

"Do you still love me?"

"What?" that felt like a dagger to the heart "Delia I-"

"Who's the other woman?"

"The other woman?" you looked at her, confusion written all over your face

"Yes the other woman"

You placed your hands on either side of her cheek "Delia I would never cheat on you" tears started flowing from her eyes

"But I heard Nan-"

"She was talking about you" you kissed her cheek "I love you Cordelia Goode" another kiss on her other cheek "and I always will"

"I love you" she carefully took your hands in her "I'm sorry I've been so distant I-" her words were cut off as you kissed her lips "I'm sorry my love" you shushed her by placing a finger on her lips

"I was gonna wait but..." she sat patiently as you fiddled for something in your drawer. In your hand sat a box with a beautiful ring in it

"Y/n what are-" she stopped speaking as soon as you grabbed her hand; placing it on the ring

"Will you Marry me, Miss Goode?"

"Yes," tears of joy took over before she kissed all over your face "I love you so much Y/n"

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american horror story masterlist

new masterlist

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last updated: 10/10/21

m. langdon

- till eternity passes away

- it’s a nice day for a white wedding

- silly girl

x. plympton

- chamber of reflection

m. montgomery

- if i live to see the seven wonders

- cigarettes after sex part 2

- dark! madison

- i’d give everything for one more night with you

m. day

- picnic with misty

j. patrick march

- dark! james

c. goode

- if i live to see the seven wonders

- dreaming of you

k. spencer

- if i live to see the seven wonders

k. anderson

- crawl back in

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(Y/N): Misty, I think I’m drunk but don’t tell Cordelia.

Cordelia: You’re what!?

(Y/N): Oh oops

(Y/N), turning to Misty: Misty, I think I’m drunk but don’t tell Cordelia

Source: twitter

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— my only sunshine

summary: you’ve been struggling in silence but it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

warnings: depression, anxiety, self-harm (pretty detailed, be careful)

word count: 2700

venting again lol

Your leg shaking up and down was becoming excessive. You could see the girls next to you becoming annoyed, but you hardly realized that you were doing it. Tears pooled in your eyes and it burned so badly to hold them in. Why does Cordelia have to look at me so much? Why can't she just glance over me like everyone else and let me wallow away in the corner?

Everyone knew that you were Cordelia's special girl. You didn't think it had anything to do with your powers, she just liked you. And you liked her. But that was it; you were both too afraid to acknowledge it. What she wasn’t aware of was your history with mental health, which you tried so hard to conceal from her.

You don't think you were doing a very good job hiding it this time. How could you hide the fact that you don't want to live anymore?

Everyone knew you looked terrible lately. Madison had even pointed it out. Your eyes were dark, and hollow, and you just didn't look like yourself. Madison said you were just a freak that was too caught up in your studies to barely allow yourself some time to sleep, but Cordelia knew that wasn't true. Matter of fact, it was the complete opposite.

Cordelia dismissed yet another class that had completely gone through one ear and out the other. Spacing out is the one time that you actually feel safe and you so happen to be the best at it during class.

Everyone rushed out. You were a little slower because you were so exhausted and picking up your books felt like you were ripping open the cuts on your wrist. You thought you could feel like blood dripping down, but it might've just been your anxiety freaking you out.

"Oh, y/n, could you stay for a minute, love," Cordelia asked when you were by the doorway, ever so sweet but you still bit the inside of your mouth until you could taste blood.

You spun slowly on your heels. You loved Cordelia but you didn't want to stay. You were terrified of confrontation and you just wanted to throw yourself into your bed again.

You didn't respond and kept a great distance between you and Cordelia. She was so warm, she was your comfort, and you ached to have her hold you, but you just wanted the darkness right now.

She still walked closer towards you and you almost started to cry from the nerves. You started scratching at your band-aid covered wrists. You don't know why you do that when your nervous, it just feels good in the moment.

She looked down at your arms, then back up at you. Does she know? Did your sleeve rise when you went to reach for something? "Relax, honey. You're not in trouble. I just want to check on you."

"I'm fine," it came out weak.

She raised an eyebrow at you and gave you that look. Anyone could tell that you weren't okay, it was just a matter of who would be there for you when you fall apart.

Your bottom lip started to tremble. A clear indication that you were ready to break down. Cordelia just watched, letting you control yourself before she made you explode completely.

"How about we take a walk outside, around the house, and get some fresh air, yeah?" You nodded and you were suddenly following her out the door. Anything someone says to you hasn't really been processing in your head. You truly just feel like a leaf being blown in every direction.

It was nice out, slightly chilly with a breeze, but it did not seem to snap you from your state of mind. It was quiet for a minute before Cordelia began talking to you again. You knew she was trying to distract you from your thoughts, but it's not really want you want right now.

"So what have you been up to, missy? Are you still writing?" She looked over at you, gently smiling. She loved reading all of your work, but it had been a few weeks since she had. She's been a little bit busy and you've been locking yourself in your room.

"Yeah, a little bit, I guess." It was a complete lie, but your didn't feel like getting into the fact that you could hardly bring yourself to even get out of bed, let alone write.

She wanted to have a full conversation with you, but you weren't having it. She just became silent as you both finished the walk around the building. She always takes you to walk around the city with her, but she had an inkling that you weren't going to want to leave the property.

Cordelia didn't want to let you go yet. She had a bad feeling and she knew something just wasn't right with you. She felt uneasy. But she couldn't hold you back when you told her you had to go study. You would never pass up hanging out with Cordelia to study, and she knew that, but she just let you go.

When you got to your room, it was all messy. Had you had the energy to keep it as tidy as you always did then maybe your anger levels wouldn't have increased when you walked in. You decided to ignore it and step over the pile of clothes and make your way into the bathroom.

There, you dug through your drawer, looking for the blade that you kept hidden in the back. It was the one place that nobody could accidentally stumble upon it.

You sat down on the closed toilet lid and pulled up your left sleeve. Ripping off the bandaids had not even hurt as much as they should, you didn’t even flinch. You began cutting any free skin on your inner arms that you could. You hated that there wasn't that much room anymore due to all the other cuts, but you just couldn't seem to stop.

Sometimes it made you feel crazy but it mostly made you get some release. You knew you should at least try to stop with summer approaching but getting clean is never your top priority in the moment. Not when your arms start aching for more.

You just sit there with a blank face and watch as drops of blood start pooling at the thin lines and then you start dabbing it away with a tissue and apply some pressure.

Your heart absolutely drops when you hear a knock on your bathroom door. You weren’t expecting a visitor at your room, but living in this busy house, you never really get alone time.

"Y/n, it's me darling. Dinners ready." How could you have been so in your head that you lost track of time. You hardly even had an appetite but you knew that Cordelia was already having suspicions about you. You just had to act like everything was alright.

"Okay I'll be right down." Instead of wrapping your arm up, you simply just ran it under water for a moment and then pulled your sleeve down. It definitely stung, but you were starting to enjoy it.

When you walked out of the bathroom, Cordelia was waiting on your bed for you. You were expecting her to already be downstairs with the other girls, but she clearly had other plans.

"You're always neat, sweetie. What's going on with you?" You shrugged again, and soon, you thought, she's going to forget what your voice even sounds like. You began to walk out your room, and you can hear her shuffling behind you before she finally catches up. "Not in the mood to talk today?"

You'd rather Cordelia just hold you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear without expecting an answer. But at the moment, she's completely worried and just wants you to open up. "Not really, Cordelia."

She lets you slide again, but she can't take her eyes off of you all throughout dinner. She's sitting at the head of the table and you're at the first seat next to her. When you reach for your plate, she notices something that she wishes she didn't. She wishes it wasn't even there.

Your sleeve slides up, only slightly, and she can see smeared crimson on your wrist. Her heart sink and she has to swallow down the lump in her throat. After that, she cannot even look at you, or anyone for that matter, for the rest of dinner. She wasn't angry or embarrassed of you. Just so, so upset over the fact that her girl was hurting so badly.

Dinner finishes fairly fast. You notice there's not much chatter, and it must be from Cordelia's lack of interest in any of the conversation. You start worry that you hurt her feelings. She's always catching up with you and the girls - mostly you - during dinner, but today she hadn't even said a word.

"Y/n, meet me in my room please," Cordelia says, and it sounds almost cold compared to her typical soft voice. She walks away and heads towards her bedroom and your heart completely sinks. You fidget with the hem of your shirt and make way towards her room.

The door is ajar and by the time you're there, Cordelia is sitting on her bed in tears. This is it; she's going to kick you out.

"Cordelia?" You say and gather her attention back to you. She quickly wipes away her tears like you weren't supposed to see that, but there's no hiding her red, puffy eyes.

"Sit down please," she hardly looks you in the eyes. It's terrifying.

"I—" you attempt to argue. She has no part in that.

"Just sit down, y/n."

You sit beside her and it's so close that you bunch up your sleeve in your hand. You're consistently terrified of it rising. "Show me your arm."

"What—"

"Show me, y/n. I know what's going on. I know that you are hurting yourself."

You hug your arm closer to your body and can feel the sting like it's mocking you. Tears are instantly sprung to your eyes and it's clear that this situation isn't just a big misunderstanding.

"No! Leave me alone, Cordelia. What is wrong with you? Why would I ever do that." But you do do it and those words hurt so much. You wouldn't ever be so harsh to Cordelia, but you're not in the right mental state right now.

Cordelia's crying again and all you can think about is cutting up your arm for making her feel like that. You need to hurt yourself to pay for the faults you're causing and Cordelia can see right through that.

Her voice is very quiet and desperate as she speaks, "Baby, please. Please let me help you, I can't just pretend that it's not going on. I care about you too much."

This completely causes you to break down. You never had someone truly care about you. This is something that you've been yearning for forever.

You melt into Cordelia's body and she hugs you tightly, as if she let go, all of the pieces of you would just shatter everywhere. You can feel her tears start leaking through onto your shirt and you know she feels it too. "Please, y/n," she whispers, "I love you. Let me in, it's just me, it's only Cordelia."

You finally pull back and wipe away your tears. It doesn't stop another fresh batch of warm tears to roll down your face. You don't want to keep hiding this anymore. You need help. You need someone. You need her.

You take a deep breath and tug up your sleeve. You can't even bare to look at her face. Ashamed, and embarrassed, and scared. But you hear a sharp intake of breath from her. The bleeding from the cuts before dinner only made it look far worse on your fucked up skin.

"Oh, my baby," she sniffles and grabs your arm, gently. Your heart is too heavy. She's trying so hard to be strong for you. "Why," she looks up at you with watery eyes, waiting for an honest answer.

"Everything's just too much, Delia. I don't want to be me anymore. I hate being me, I hate living!" You started sobbing again and the crack in your voice doesn't go unnoticed. This is new and weird and you don't like it. You don't want to talk about yourself anymore. You can see her heart breaking in half from your words.

"My little sunshine...do you know I love you? I love the person that you say you hate so much." You don't have anything to say to that. Cordelia loves you. And you don't know how, but she does. You don't know how this whole could have any room for the broken half of you. “I couldn’t live without seeing your pretty smile and listening to you ramble to me about all the little things you love. So if you hate living so much, then let me love it for the both of us until you learn to.”

It’s silent for a couple moments that pass by until she looks back down at your arm again. It's a bloody mess and you don't want her to look anymore but she's still holding on. "Can I clean it? Can I do that for you?"

You nod and then you're being walked to her bathroom. It's bigger than yours and the entire room smells like her lavender shampoo that you always love taking in when she hugs you. She helps you to sit up on the counter. Your arm feels heavy from all the attention being on it but she so carefully cleans away the blood and it makes you feel a little bit better.

She covers it with bandaids. Not because she is disgusted by it. She's not at all. She just doesn't want anything infecting the fresh ones.

When she’s done, she lifts your arm up to her lips and, so delicately, kisses the covered cuts. A few tears start rolling down your face again. You’re too emotional for this. “Delia…”

“I love you,” she looks back up to you. Her words are so clear and genuine. “Come to me. I don’t care where we are or what time it is. Come to me whenever you feel like this.” You nod, your bottom lip trembling. She reaches her hand up and brushes her thumb over your lips. “It’s not going to be easy but i’m going to help you. We can make a plan and safe alternatives, anything that’ll help.”

She leans in and kisses your forehead, slow and light and your heart beats a little bit faster. “I love you too, Cordelia,” you croak out and she gives you that little smile.

“Come on, my little sunshine, let’s get some rest, hm?” She grabs your hand and brings you to her own bed. You’ve never slept with Cordelia before but it all feels natural. You lay your head on her chest and her arms wrap around your body. For once, you feel a sliver of happiness that you’ve been deprived of for so long.

The room is silent besides her soft breaths and the sound of cars rushing by. You finally break that silence after a few minutes.

“Delia?”

“Hm?” She peaks down a you and a small smile is present on her face again.

“Why do you always call me your little sunshine?” You say it with a slight giggle in your voice. You love all the nicknames she has for you, but this one stands out and makes your heart warm.

“Because, sweetie, I was in a very similar situation as you. But then you came into my life and suddenly there was light again.”

You looked up at her and bite your lip. You could’ve never imagined a woman like her feeling as terrible as you do. She’s too…perfect. But maybe, suddenly, you won’t feel so ashamed of your emotions anymore. You lean forward and place your sweet lips on hers. Just for a moment, for the first time in your life, you see a bit of sunlight shine through the cracks of your eyelids.

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the coven (+ marie and kyle) realizing they must be in love with you would include...

Officially back and so ready to write for our coven!

To celebrate that I'm reopening requests, I decided to give you some headcannons. They've been running through my head for a while and I thought I should post them ASAP!

Hope you like it!

Anyway, enjoy!

Orders are officially reopened, but please take it easy! I don't want to leave anyone without posts around here!

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The Coven and Their Allies Realizing They're Must Be In Love With You (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Ok, we know that Delia went through a lot before getting here and that her self-esteem is not the best…

Regardless if it's as Supreme or before that, Delia never felt enough for anyone to love her and definitely avoided falling in love.

Maybe after Hank, things got worse in that regard.

But there, in the middle of her path, there was you.

Cordelia tensed as she realized that she was liking you more than a friend.

She didn't want Fiona to know (if she was still alive), so she just kept it a secret.

Okay, maybe Myrtle would have been the first person to know that she was in love with someone again, but she was the exception.

And Cordelia had to process all that on her own for a long time before she got up the courage to talk to you.

It started with just an exchange of ideas, a casual conversation that happened out of the blue when she approached you somewhere you guys went together.

Cordelia even offered to buy you drinks from time to time, a way of signing that there was something more and a way to at least be helpful and content.

(Of course it wasn't out of the blue, Cordelia kind of calculated her steps (not in an obsessive way) so she could get to you without stuttering…)

Delia won you over little by little, and your conversations gave her the confidence to keep going ever since.

Until the day she thought she couldn't keep it all to herself anymore.

"I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever felt anything like this for anyone before, but the truth is, I'm in love with you, (Y\N)… And, you know, it's okay if you don't love me back."

Secretly, she wanted you to reciprocate.

And well, actually, you reciprocated because who wouldn't fall in love with Cordelia Goode, right?

Fiona Goode

Let's start with the fact that you destabilize Fiona's entire pose the moment she first lays eyes on you.

And has been doing so ever since.

Falling in love has never been a problem for Fiona, she has done it countless times, and every time her loves have yielded incredible things for her.

But with you, it's different, and feeling it knocked her out at first.

Like, she's the queen of self-centeredness, and all of a sudden, she starts caring more about someone else than herself…

Nobody, nobody at all, would know that Fiona Goode is in love.

Oh yeah, and then there's the age thing, which she found a little humiliating at first, especially when she realized it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Of course, she had to make the first move.

And it would happen at a time when you're alone, at the bar, probably ordering a drink (similar to Cordelia's).

The difference is that Fiona wouldn't waste any time.

So, you can expect anything, anything, from her.

Endless flirting to make you blush.

And she always cracks that smile when she succeeds.

She will probably strike up a conversation, trying to find out what your tastes are, and use that to her advantage in an attempt to win you over.

Apart from the irresistible charm, which she uses even involuntarily.

Not to mention that once she got more intimate with you, she would brag about being the Supreme and most powerful witch ever.

"Would you ever consider dating someone older, (Y\N), like, casually?"

Zoe Benson

I believe Zoe (just like Luke) would be the most normal person to fall in love with, and handle it better than other girls.

Like, of course, she has the issue of her power and the like.

But I don't think she would consider that, especially after getting used to being a witch and having control of her powers.

Not that there wasn't that care and concern for her safety either, because the moment she realized everything, she wouldn't want to lose you.

I think she would also be like Cordelia and would need some more time to gain confidence in herself to confess her feelings for you.

Still, you can expect a few notes in the most unusual places you should find them, written by her.

Some were references to poems, others were song lyrics. Zoe would use that feature to be able to declare herself to you without having to use her words.

A few subtle flirtations when you met casually, whether it was on purpose or not.

Zoe is incredibly distracted when she is in love with someone.

And that would yield great content for Madison, who would be the first to find out about her coven mate's new love.

In a pre-Apocalypse era, Cordelia would have been your confidant.

And if it happened after that, Zoe would find a way to handle it all on her own too.

Either way, Zoe wants you to be sure that being with her is completely safe, despite the troubled life she leads.

"I think I'm in love with you, (Y\N). I'm serious."

Madison Montgomery

(anon who asked me a while ago about madison falling in love and being a complete mess, this one's for you!)

I don't think I need to comment on how frustrated Madison would be to fall seriously in love.

She doesn't give in that easily to anyone, but with you it's strangely different.

You can expect a softer side of her to come out over the days.

Not that her bitch side didn't prevail, of course, but you get the point.

Madison has a huge difficulty with words, and she secretly doesn't want you to know that it's because she has self-esteem and emotional issues.

Usually, when she stutters to talk to you, Madison pretends it was just a random distraction, with something passing by that caught her attention.

And you know the truth, but you think it's cute when she doesn't admit it, so you just let it go.

When she decides to tease you for fear of showing too much weakness and showing her feelings, it gets hot…

Like, when her bitch persona takes over, you can expect the dirtiest flirting, with her claiming with all the certainty in the world that she's going to win you over, no matter what.

But the thing that always gives away how much Madison fell in love with you is her jealousy flare-ups.

If you're relatively close and hang out together, she'll get used to other people talking to you.

But if you start a friendship for now, you can expect that seeing another person too close to you would give her a nervous breakdown.

Another one of the cute things Madison in love would bring you.

Given time, she would open up to you, no dirty jokes, no malicious intent, just pure, genuine feelings.

"Fuck, (Y\N), I swear to God I'm going to regret this, but I need to tell you that I'm in love with you, and this time I mean it."

Misty Day

There is no more lovable person while in love than Misty Day.

(Okay, my favoritism plays a big part, but honestly, I can't imagine anything else happening on Misty's part.)

It's very likely that this is her first time falling in love with someone, and it leaves her literally in a panic for days…

She's always done pretty well on her own, but after she got to know you, she realized that company might not be such a bad idea.

But she's a little scared to get close to you, scared that you'll somehow abandon her.

So things would start out slow, with Misty approaching you, making conversation and hoping to get to know you better after that.

You would expect her to get very carried away talking about the things she likes (aka Stevie Nicks, swamps and flowers).

And you can hope that would be the cutest thing to witness.

Speaking of flowers, she would take you to see the Miss Robichaux Academy greenhouse, in an attempt to get even closer.

And then she would make a point of introducing you to her favorite songs.

If it happens at a time when she's already tested the Seven Wonders, Misty would make a point of playing with a few of them to see if you're more easily impressed.

Misty is exceptionally clumsy when it comes to being in your presence.

Like, at the ultimate level, literally, she's a mess whenever she sees you, her nervousness, wondering if she's doing everything right.

And Cordelia would be responsible for calming her down when needed (and giving her advice on the best ways to get to you.)

"So, (Y\N), I think… I think I like you. Like, a lot. In fact, I think I'm in love with you, that's it."

Nan

Nan is too confident about her feelings to talk to you.

So honestly when she realizes she's in love it's not a problem.

She's just a little in doubt if it's really what she wants, and if you won't be amazed at the things she can offer.

Nan realizes that falling in love is harder than she thought, so whenever she can, she enlists the help of the other girls.

Madison would certainly tell her to confess her feelings at once and don't give a shit.

But Zoe would certainly be keen to give the best advice.

As it turns out, Nan has her own ways of dealing with these kinds of feelings, and again, once she really does gain confidence, she'll come after you without any help.

Little gifts and a few words of affirmation are all it takes for Nan to demonstrate how in love she is with you.

She's occasionally showing off her gift of clairvoyance, just to impress you and make sure it's not a problem.

"Okay, this is incredibly unexpected, but I'm having a vision about us… and that means I love you beyond friendship, (Y\N)."

Queenie

Queenie would probably be a person who would easily give in to feelings.

Not that being in love wasn't a shock to her, because it would freak her out that anyone actually cared about her for who she really is, even if she was a complete mess.

But once she was sure how she felt about you, she would go to great lengths to let you know.

She's completely honest, so whatever she has to say, she'll say it to your face, of course, as softly as possible, but directly.

Queenie is the type of person who, in front of others, would pretend to hate clichés.

But she would do them all for you, from little notes to sweets to a cliché date in the moonlight to flowers, anyway…

Now, if you wouldn't mind knowing, Queenie would die and kill for you (after all, that's what voodoo skills are for, right?).

She wouldn't think twice about confronting someone who was harming you, even if it meant hurting the person physically.

"I'm sorry, but I had to. I love you, (Y\N)."

And at the end of the day, she's just being honest and looking out for you.

Myrtle Snow

Complete madness, that's what it would be like when Myrtle Snow fell in love with you.

She may appear calm in front of others, but would secretly freak out when she realizes she's into you.

Unlike Fiona, she probably wouldn't deal well with the idea of the age gap at first.

But Myrtle would get used to it and see how insignificant it is when she realizes that her company is good for her.

Like, it's the first time Myrtle has been able to feel truly happy, not being in Fiona's shadow or the Council itself.

And she would certainly go against several Council laws for you.

But there would be the weird part of it, the crazy things you would be exposed to, being with Myrtle.

Of course, at first her ideas were completely crazy, but you learned to like it and get used to it.

To help, now you make her think twice before trying to gouge someone's eye out or making an impulsive decision.

Countless trips to Balenciaga now and then, the only place Myrtle and you would feel safe being yourself.

"(Y\N), honey, I think I like you more than I should. I think I definitely love you, in a romantic and sexual way."

Mallory

The biggest cliché of two teenagers falling in love could possibly happen between you.

Mallory is the most devoted and romantic person you could ever meet.

She's shy about admitting her feelings for you at first, but she'll learn the best way to say it without being too direct and scaring you off.

Coco basically being your cupid.

Mallory would hand you little presents from time to time, and when she noticed you had a bad day, she would do anything to cheer you up.

Very cute scenes of jealousy would happen even before she confessed her feelings.

Just like Misty, she would use her knowledge of the Seven Wonders and other powers to impress you.

And maybe, combined with her angelic beauty, it would work.

"I love you, (Y\N). More than a friend. More than I've loved anyone in my entire life."

Marie Laveau

Marie is tough and keeps everything a big mystery.

But she wouldn't be initially surprised to be in love with you no matter what.

I mean, she doesn't have to worry about love lives anymore after she supposedly got the woman she once ruined with her romances.

Without Delphine, Marie would become someone much more open and secure about her feelings.

And she would let you figure it out for yourself what was going on, though, because she was still afraid to express herself out loud.

She would make a point of keeping you safe from her enemies.

And I think Marie would be the perfect companion to learn how to survive in an increasingly cruel and evil world.

After all, three centuries of existence had to indicate something, right?

"The thing is, I think you're hot, (Y\N), and what do we do now?"

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is the smol bean we all deserve.

If it happened before the accident and before he was magically turned into a frankenstein, he would do anything to get at you in the best possible way.

But if it happened before, he would probably also be brave enough to take the first step and surprise you with the most infamous pick up lines.

If it happened later, Kyle would be afraid to scare you with brutality as an enemy.

But he would be surprised when he realized that the love he felt for you kept him from hurting you in any way.

Small gestures that would show how much he loves you, secretly, without having to use words.

Kyle would still remember a little bit of his life before the accident, so as time went on, he would become frustrated with not being able to talk to you about how he felt.

And I think he would make an effort to learn to speak again if it meant that it would bring you closer.

"I. Love. You. (Y\N)."

[paulsonsratched]

Prompt: „You haven’t told me you love me in such a long time 🙄“

[gredandforgeweatherby]

Coven pt. 2

p. 1

Bitchcraft

Summary: Sadie and Kyle meet.

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: Typical AHS warnings, probably ooc Frat!Kyle, swearing, mentions of being Drugged, and implications of Rape. If you've seen Coven you know what I'm talking about but seriously, please read this part with caution!!

Authors Note: They finally meet<<<<3 They are my babies. And this is not the whole episode, it is only up to the frat party and the... ya know.

A scream is what caught Sadie’s attention. 

Miss Robichaux’s had been too quiet for the past two hours, as there was never more than an hour and a half—and that’s pushing it—where someone didn’t cause some sort of uproar. Usually Madison, screaming about something not going her way or insulting Queenie and Nan.

Dragging herself up out of bed and down the stairs, she went to find the source of the scream. Making her way into the Ancestors Room, she realized why it had been so quiet. The scene in front of her could have been quite funny if she had not felt so bad for the new girl and if it wasn’t so obvious that Madison was the ringleader behind this little “initiation”.

“Holy shit… are you…?”

“Yep. Madison Montgomery. Moviestar.” Sadie rolled her eyes at this, standing out of the way in the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest.

Ripping off her mask, Queenie couldn’t help but pull a jab at Madison.

“Movie star? Shit, when was the last time you made a movie?”

“When's the last time you said no to a porkchop?”

“Bitch the only reason you’re still famous is because you keep flashing that crotch on TMZ.”

Interrupting the bickering was Nan taking off her mask to talk to the girl on the table.

“We weren’t gonna kill you. I’m Nan. Hi.”

Looking between the three with still slightly scared and bewildered eyes, the girl was finally able to introduce herself.

“Zoe.”

“Queenie.”

“So bored now.” Madison responded, rolling her eyes. 

“So… is this everyone?” Zoe asked.

“That’s how you guys decide to greet the new girl? By scaring the shit out of her and making her think you were gonna sacrifice her? Come on, at least make it a bit more original.” Sadie had finally spoken up, seeing an opening in the lull of the conversation between the four girls.

“Shit girl, how long have you been there?” Queenie asked.

“Long enough to know you scared the poor girl half to death.” She looked over at Zoe. “I’m Sadie, by the way.”

Before Sadie could continue, she heard someone coming up behind her and moved out of the way of the door.

“Cordelia Foxx. Headmistress.” Cordelia announced, standing in the same place Sadie had seconds before, looking right at Zoe. “All right girls, there’s a van full of groceries in the driveway that needs unloading. I’ll show Zoe to her room, then we’ll meet for mid-day gathering. Let’s go.”

The group dispersed, with Madison dropping her mask and cloak on the ground of the Ancestors room before leaving to get the groceries.

Sadie was next to Nan when she asked her, “How come you guys didn’t ask me to be a part of your little sacrifice?” And although she had asked Nan, Madison was the one who had answered

“Because we wanted it to be fun, and you take the fun out of it. Seriously, it’s like hanging out with our depressed mom all the time.” Madison walked away, grabbing the lightest bags out of the van.

Sadie had a slightly bemused look on her face before replying. “I’m only two years older than you guys!”

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Mid-day gathering had passed, as had the hours between that and dinner. The five of Miss Robichauex’s wards found themselves sitting at the dining table. Sadie was sat next to Nan, waiting for Spalding to come and serve them their dinner. Spalding was serving each girl their bowl, though when he got to Madison, she couldn’t help but to make a comment.

“Hey Jeeves. Can I get some iceberg lettuce with some blue cheese?”

Queenie jumped in, “Girl, be nice to Spalding. Poor bastards got no tongue.”

“Is that true Jeeevs? Did you use that tongue for something wicked? Or maybe you suck at going down.” 

At this comment, Spalding slammed Zoe’s bowl of soup in front of her while glaring at Madison. He began to leave when Madison just couldn’t resist further provoking him.

“Aw come on, Jeeves! Show us your stub! Maybe we could put it to use!”

“Madison,’” Sadie scolded Madison, “that’s enough, leave the poor man alone.”

Madison rolled her eyes at Sadie, mumbling a ‘whatever mom’ under her breath, though everyone at the table head it. She then directed her attention to Zoe.

“So New Girl, what are you in for?”

“Her boyfriend.” Nan answered before Zoe could, earning a light slap on her arm from Sadie. “Stop that Nan.” She whispered.

“Girl, shut up before you get your ass in trouble.” Queenie told her.

Madison continued, “Did you kill him?”

“No, it was an accident.” Zoe responded, probably wishing to be talking about anything other than this.

“It was an accident Zoe. And you will find love again. A strange and unexpected love.” Nan told her.

“Nan seriously, shut up.”

“Let’s hear about this gory accident. And don’t spare any of the details.”

Instead of Zoe talking about herself, she turned the conversation onto Madison. “Why are you  here?” She asked.

“She killed a guy but tries to say she didn’t and that she's being scapegoated.” Sadie jumps in, looking between Zoe and Madison.

“My manager staged an intervention,” Madison said, acting like Sadie hadn’t said anything at all. “Ever since my drunk and disorderly, I get blamed for all kinds of shit I didn’t do.”

“But you did do it. You killed that man—“

“Girl are you deaf or just stupid?” Queenie interrupted Nan, at the same time Madison said,

“I get it bitch, you’re clairvoyant.” She turned to Zoe. “Wanna know what happened?”

Madison tells Zoe the story the others have heard multiple times already, closing it out with, “The light hit him just fine.”

“All he said was ‘hit your mark’. Why don’t you do the world a favor and take an acting class? You D-list botox bimbo—” Before Queenie could finish her insult, Madison had flicked her wrist, sending Queenie’s bowl of soup all over her shirt and lap. In response, Queenie picked a fork off the table and stabbed it into her hand. Madison began screaming, looking at her hand. Queenie jerked the fork back in forth in her hand to torture Madison, with Madison beggining to writhe in her chair. 

“Queenie stop!”

“Stop what? I don’t feel anything, I’m a human voodoo doll.” Queenie was still jerking the fork in her hand. 

“Queenie, stop you’re gonna get in trouble!” Nan stood up and tried to pry the fork out of Queenie’s hand, which she was unsuccessful with. Sadie stood after Nan and took her place. Prying the fork out of Queenie’s hand, she yelled, “Enough! Queenie stop! Calm down, go talk a walk. Bring Nan with you.” 

Muttering under her breath, Queenie angrily walked out of the dining room, Nan shortly behind her. Sadie put the fork down on the table and sat back in her seat.

“Well, that was disturbing. Given the choice around here, I guess you’re my new best friend,” Madison looked at her phone before looking back towards Zoe. “Do you own any clothes that don’t come from the Gap?” Madison directed her attention towards Zoe, pretending like Sadie wasn’t there.

Zoe looked at Madison through her peripheral,sounding disinterested, “Not really,” before turning fully towards her, “why?”

“I’ll let you borrow something of mine then. Frat Party. Just came up on my twitter feed.”

Madison got up and left. Zoe looked back, making sure she was out of hearing range before turning to Sadie.

“She’s gonna make me go to that no matter what, won’t she?”

Sadie heaved a sigh while nodding. “Unfortunately. Seeing as though Madison doesn’t like Queenie and Nan and too ‘mom’ for her, she’s set her sights on you”

Zoe’s face scrunched in confusion. “Too… mom for her?”

Sadie nodded. “She said doing things with me is like being around her depressed mom constantly.”

Zoe lightly nodded, looking lost in her thoughts for a second. She looked back up at Sadie.

“Will you come with us?”

Sadie flashed a small smile before whispering an almost inaudible 'sure'. Once she said yes, Zoe bade goodnight to her, before returning to her bedroom, leaving Sadie alone at the dinner table, just beginning to eat her meal.

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Arriving at the party, the crowd parted like the Red Sea once they saw that the Madison Montgomery was at this party. Moving through the crowd a few steps behind her, Sadie and Zoe could hear people whisper in astonishment.

Across the room, three boys stand off to the side, watching in excitement.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. That’s prize tuna right there.” The tallest of the three said, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

“She’s way outta your league.” The blonde one stated matter of factly.

The tallest one spoke again, “Can’t get a bite if you don’t dangle your bait in the water.” He and the other brunette walked away, leaving the blonde by himself.

Madison was swept away by a girl offering to get her a drink, leaving Zoe and Sadie at the entrance. Zoe looked uncomfortable, twiddling her hands together and glancing around. Sadie put her hand on her shoulder, gaining her attention, and asked if she was okay.

“Yeah,” Zoe replied, “I’m just… I think I’m gonna get a drink. Try to relax a bit.”

Sadie nodded. “Just be carful. And call me or come find me if anything happens okay?” 

Zoe nodded in understanding before making her way through the crowd, leaving Sadie by herself. She began to walk through the party, trying to find a slightly less crowded area, though that seemed to not exist. Looking around, she locked eyes with a blonde boy for a second, giving him a shy smile before looking away. She wandered around a bit more, before she heard a voice behind her.

“Thoguht you looked thirsty.”

Turning, Sadie found a blonde boy offering her a drink.

“You know my parents always told me to never take a drink from someone at a party. Who knows what they could’ve put in that shit.”

The boy smiled.

“Well, I’m Kyle. And you are…” He trailed off, waiting for Sadie to introduce herself.

“Sadie.”

“Sadie, nice to meet you. See, we’re no longer strangers, so if I was right and you’re thirsty, you are safe to take this drink, I promise. I’ll even take a sip of it, if you’d like.” 

Sadie hesitantly took the drink, still not intending to drink from it, even though the boy seemed nice. She was trying to think of something to say when it finally registered that he was weaning a shirt with frat letters on it.

“Frat boy? I think all frats are full of fascists. I bet your family’s part of the one percent.”

“I don’t mind being reduced to a stereotype, but I’m on scholarship. My mom lives in the Ninth Ward. That’s all the way on the other side of the tracks. Besides, didn’t you come here with a movie star?

Sadie smiled, nodding and looking down before meeting Kyle’s eyes again.

“I came here for Zoe, but seeing as she left me, I guess I was just one of Madison’s accessories. You know, someone average to make her look better.”

Kyle shook his head.

“You are no where near average. Trust me, she doesn’t have a chance standing next to you.”

He’s charming. Sadie thought.

“So what about you?” He asks. “You go to school?”

Sadie laughed lightly. “A finishing school.”

“A finishing school?” 

Sadie nodded. “Yup. Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. It’d be totally normal if we were living in the nineteenth century.” 

They laughed.

Just as Kyle opened his mouth to say something, a panicked Zoe came up to Sadie.

“Zoe? What’s wrong?”

“Have you seen Madison?” She asked.

“No.” Sadie shook her head.

Zoe’s panic increased. “I can’t find her.”

Turning her body more towards Zoe, Sadie once again laid her hand upon her should, hoping she could help calm her down. “Okay, come on, I’ll help look for her.”

She handed her drink back to Kyle’s outstretched hand before leaving. Her and Zoe searched the rooms for Madison, looking everywhere. After what seemed like an hour, Sadie is met with the familiar face of Kyle.

“We can’t find her anywhere.”

His brows furrowed. “You think she ditched you?” He paused. “I’ll look around upstairs, hold on.” He pushed past Sadie, Zoe joining her side. After a few more minutes of searching downstairs, and Kyle not coming back, Sadie and Zoe ventured upstairs. Hearing boys yelling, they followed the sound. 

“What the hell!” Sadie yelled. Stepping in, Sadie and Zoe rushed to Madison while Kyle and the boy were fighting over a phone. The brunette ran out, Kyle chasing after him. While Zoe was attending to Madison, Sadie followed the boys to the threshold of the room, following the chase with her eyes before turning back to the girls. 

“Shit Madison did they give you something?” Zoe asked.

Sadie gently grabbed Madison’s face in her hands, directing her head towards her. “Madison, hey Madison can you look at me? Can you tell me what they gave you?” 

All Madison did was groan, too out of it still. Dropping her hands, Sadie looked at Zoe. “Take care of her and get her out of here. I’ll be back okay? They’re not getting away with this.” Sadie left Zoe and Madison, trying to find the exit. She eventually did, running out the door to hopefully catch the fraternity’s bus. The bus had just begun pulling away by the time she got there, leaving her to yell at them to try and get them to stop, even though she didn’t think they would. The bus was getting away by the time Zoe and Madison had got to her, the three of them watching the bus leave.

“Fuck.” Sadie exclaimed, exasperated.

The bus suddenly flipped, rolling a few times before coming to a stop. Sadie looks over at Madison, seeing her with her arm outstretched, before looking back to the wreck. The people loitering outside had finally begun to pay attention, some screaming and running for help. Madison begins to walk back toward the house before Sadie stopped her.

“Come on. We need to go back to the academy.”

@divineruler

[urlocalmilfloverr]

Rejection I/II | c.g

Summary ~ You propose to the love of your life

Warnings ~ None

Read more on ~ Wattpad or Ao3

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"I'm gonna do it girls" you took deep breathes as you showed them the beautiful diamond ring you had gotten for your girlfriend, Cordelia

"Yay!" Madison and Zoe squealed in unison before hugging you tightly

"She's gonna love it Y/n!" Zoe smiled

And Madison followed with "She's totally gonna say yes"

"Good luck N/n!" they smiled

"Thanks, girls"

You looked at yourself in the mirror before preparing yourself for the night ahead

"You've got this" you smile to yourself in the mirror; quickly looking at your outfit. You wore a black suit with a crimson shirt - the top two buttons popped open

A knock at the door made you jump slightly before answering with a "come in!"

"There you are" Fiona smirked as she walked towards you

"Miss Goode" you nod your head at her

"Let me see the ring" she swirled her wine glass before taking a long sip

"Wha..?"

"The girls downstairs won't shut up about it and I know you'll treat her right Y/n" you smile at that; happily showing her the ring "oh she's gonna love it" she gasped

"I hope so"

"Good luck dear" she sent you one final smile and left to get more wine no doubt

"Delia" you knock lightly at your lovers door, instantly smiling once it was opened "Hello my love" you grab her hand before bowing and kissing it

"Hello sweetheart" she smiled lovingly at you

"You look ravishing darling"

"Thank you" she blushed a beautiful shade of pink as she looked down

"Are you ready?" you place your arm out for her to take which she happily does

"Of course my love"

Once you arrived at the location you watch as her face lit up

"Do you like it my love?" you kiss her cheek taking another glance at your cute little setup. A pink and white picnic blanket gracefully spread across the floor and fairy lights surrounded the area

"I- I love it" she smiles and hugs you tightly "I love you Y/n" she kisses you softly leaving you speechless

"I love you too" she moves from your grasp to examine the area a little more

It's now or never

She notices the red roses you had set in the picnic basket

"Oh, these are beauti-" as she turned she cut herself off. Seeing you on one knee with a ring box in your hand

"Cordelia Goode" she moves closer nearly pinching herself to see if this was real "will you marry me?" but she says nothing leaving your anxiety to skyrocket

Fuck! Why isn't she saying anything you bite the inside of your cheek as you watch her face fall, tears welling up in her eyes

"Y/n..." she sniffles "I can't-" she sobs "I'm sorry"

"Delia" you reach to grab her hand but she snatches it away from you

"I can't marry you Y/n I'm sorry" she frowns down at you leaving you speechless yet again "good night Y/n" she dropped the roses before running off in the opposite direction - leaving your tears to flow freely, throwing the ring in the river nearby you jump up and kick everything down

"Fuck" you curse under your breath as you drop to your knees again

I loved you, Cordelia Goode

[billiebeanhoward]

Heather - Cordelia Goode x Misty Day

gif is mine.

a/n: i actually wanted to finish this at the italics and call it done but a certain someone *cough* @stayevildarling *cough* forced me to give it a better ending. you’re welcome

taglist: void. if you want to be added just ask :)

cw: implied unrequited love, cheating

word count: 2120

You're sitting in the greenhouse on the couch curled up in front of the fireplace. It's January and the weather has been surprisingly chilly for New Orleans. You tuck your knees up to your chin, resting your head breathing in the scent of the oversized sweater you're wearing.

You still remember on the third of December she gave you her sweater. A lovely, thick, cream cable knit sweater. You were standing in the room where you are now attending to the various plants when the blonde walks in taking note of your shivering form.

"Here sweetheart," she chuckles, pulling the cream sweater up over her head before passing it to you, "It'll look better on you than me anyway," a shy smile playing on her lips as you take it from her hands.

You've been attending the academy for years, always being by Cordelia's side. You really liked her. Like, really really. You just never had the guts to tell her. Too scared. Too scared of it only being one-sided. And now you know, because ever since Misty Day returned from the dead the two of them have been inseparable. Disgusting. You wish you had what they have.

Speaking of, a gust of blonde messy hair captures the attention of the two of you and you watch Cordelia's eyes twinkle as she walks by. The blue shawl draped lazily around her shoulders was really a sight for sore eyes, the colour brighter than the blue sky.

Misty has captured Cordelia's attention and everything else that comes with it. Misty is everything, has everything. She has her mesmerised while you're here watching, dying inside.

You're so intoxicated by Cordelia, her lips curling into a soft, beautiful smile as Misty quickly diverts her direction towards the doors of the greenhouse. Cordelia's pretty pink lips now captured between her teeth as she is stuck in thought. You wonder what the older woman is thinking of. You notice her take a quick glance towards you before she presses her lips together and smiles warmly again to none other than Misty. You know what you're thinking of. How it would feel kissing her. Oh, how you wish you could kiss her. Feel her lips against your own. Full of passion, love, and more than you can ever think of. But why would she ever kiss you?

You smile weakly greeting Misty by nodding as she enters the greenhouse. You're not even half as pretty as her. Misty is so beautiful. The loose, messy curls flowing over her shoulders, looking amazing as always. Her beautiful blue eyes, her amazing figure that is only essentuated by her beautiful dress that fits snugly around her waist before it flares out at her boots. She has amazing fashion sense. She's a beautiful, essentric soul in the best possible way. You don't have that. You've got nothing she does. You're not pretty like her.

"Dee whatya doin out here with nothin on? It's more freezin than the Alaska out here," she giggles at her own words adorably and you smile fondly at the two women although your heart began slowly sinking into your chest, "Here," she waves her hand conjuring up a sweater from her bedroom, it's just polyester, nothing special unlike the sweater Cordelia had given you. If you were Misty you'd have given her something better. "Have mine,"

A small voice begins shouting out in the back of your mind. You like her too. You love Cordelia. You want to be the one who can do this with her. Give her your sweater to keep her comfortable from the cold. You begin clenching your fists into balls, "Wanna head back inside?" she strokes her hand lovingly up and down the Supremes arm

"Not right now, sweetheart. I wanted to do some things here," Cordelia apologises sincerely, almost looking scared to say the wrong thing. However, Misty wraps her arms around her shoulder and the Supreme brings her in for a kiss.

Despite wearing Cordelia's sweater, you feel cold. Heartbroken. Your head feels weightless as if you're going to pass out and you stumble backwards slightly, the big table hitting your backside.

"See ya later then," Misty smiles before leaving the room. "And you, give her back the sweater before she ends up freezing to death," she points a finger towards you and you nod awkwardly. She mumbles something to herself as she stumbles out the door, "Nope, can't have that," she sniffs

Cordelia chuckles softly at her antics as she begins slowly dancing on her way back to the academy, swaying the shawl on her shoulders. Cordelia looks at her with so much love in her eyes. Although, there is a hint of... sadness, guilt?

You sniffle to yourself wiping your nose as you lift your head back up from your lap, staring blankly at the potion set in the corner of the room.

You hate her. You hate Misty. No. How can you hate her? She's such an angel. But Cordelia loves her. Then again, you kinda wish she were dead ...again. She's living your dream life. Your fantasy. Everything you've been dreaming and thinking about before she even showed up here.

You wish you were Misty.

You're completely distracted from your thoughts when you hear a soft knock on the door. Turning your head with a look of confusion you wipe your nose with your hand to see who it is. You can't see past the vines on the window to the door so you sigh, especially after hearing the door tap again. You open it more harsher than intended and your brows furrow as you see Cordelia standing there, glassy eyes, red nose, blushed cheeks.

"Why did you knock? Why didn't you just come in? Are you okay?" You didn't mean to bombard her with so many questions but she quickly pushes past you and that's when you notice a bottle of Tequila and two glasses in her hands.

"I knew you were in here and I didn't know if you wanted to be disturbed," she says softly, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"You can always come to me..." you guide her to the couch and rub her arms soothingly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," she smiles weakly, a fake laugh falling from her lips. You only continue to look at her in concern and that's when she turns her head, looking away from you and wipes her eye with her fingers before chuckling again, "God I haven't cried this much since... I don't even know when and I don't even know if I'm sad or... or happy,"

"Cordelia," you say, trying to focus her eyes on you, "What happened?"

"Misty's gone,"

"Gone where?"

"With fucking Stevie Nicks," she unscrews the cap of the Tequila bottle quickly, "Y'know there are set times that Stevie tours. Misty only goes with her when she tours. But on many more occasions has she 'Gone to Stevie' after we have an argument," she sighs, pouring the two glasses before handing one to you, "She... There are points in a relationship when one must give up,"

"I understand," you nod to the last statement, "What happened?"

"Just the usual." she rolls her eyes. "I can't give her... I can't... She," she stutters around her words before settling to drink from her glass, "I love all my girls. Each and every one of them. With Misty it was different," she explains and you listen carefully even though it's breaking your heart all over again, "I lost her right in front of me, she understood me in ways that not many people do. I love Misty, yes. But, my feelings never grew any stronger than... I'm not in love with her." she tips her head back drowning the rest of her tequila as you listen intently, "I confessed that to her a long time ago. But I felt too bad, because it was my fault she died. It is my fault if anything bad happens to any one of my girls but Misty couldn't be brought back. When she came back I just... felt obligated although I've always been very much in love with someone else,"

"But what was the argument today?"

She raises her eyebrows in a playful manner, "Life. What are future wishes are, what we don't want. She doesn't want kids. 'Gator snacks' she calls them. You know I've always wanted children. I got woefully offended.  She then started ranting about how god doesn't want two women to 'breed' as she so put it and so I snapped "Why are you with me!' Her answer was 'Because you're the only person on this planet who believed in me,' so I said 'Believed? Loads of people believe in you Misty! You can find real love, with someone who loves you very much,' I shouldnt have said that, 'Dont you? Or are you still inlove with her?' I didn't say anything, I didn't answer, I was too afraid to admit it, 'I shoulda killed her when i had the chance' were her words before she announced she was going to stevie. So yeah. The usual,"

"God, Cordelia I'm..." You're slightly confused though. Who were they talking about?

"Don't worry about it. I just.." her hand stretches forward as she fumbles with the sleeve of her sweater that you're wearing, "You still wear it?" she chuckles softly, a genuine smile creeping on her lips. You shy away and blush tremendously, "I still remember, the," she places her finger to her cheek as she looks up to think, "third of December, I gave you this sweater."

"Yes you did," you smile swatting her hand away as you quickly drink the drink before grabbing the blanket you knitted for Cordelia's birthday from the back of the couch. You're happy she feels a bit better after talking about what happened and that she's now talking about something else to take her mind off it.

"I said it looks better on you than it did me, and it's definitely still true," she smirks

"What? No!" you shy away again at her words, "You're beautiful, so beautiful," the drink is now getting to your head and you blush in embarrassment. "Only if you knew how much I liked you,"

"Hm?" She asks quickly not quite hearing you correctly, "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you shake your head watching as she swallows dryly before opening her mouth and hesitates to close it but before she does..

"I watch your eyes as she walks by, they swell up with tears like you want to cry. I can't help but think of why,"

"That rhymes," you giggle quietly and fall backwards so your head is resting on the back of the couch. "Your eyes are beautiful, brown, dark and romantic, I'm going down like the titanic,"

"Was that... that was... wow," she turns her head, grabbing her bottom lip with her teeth, "Impressive," she smiles "TikTok?"

"Hmm" you nod and she chuckles softly.

"Lips pink, gentle and charming and I'm going down like the titanic," she whispers moving closer to you you watch as her gaze flickers from your eyes down to your lips.

"That didn't rhyme," you chuckle, taking her hand. Your heart pounding in your chest as your own gaze flickers to her soft plump lips. Your chest heaves, so does hers and you both think of what to do. You take a shaky inhale as Cordelia leans in closer but you push her away

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not as half as pretty as Misty," Your cheeks redden, not just from the alcohol. Why the fuck did you blurt that out?

She huffs slightly, "I gave you my sweater" she says as if it's a valid reason and you shake your head in confusion furrowing your brows

"But we're not together, you're with Misty," you argue. She takes your hand in her own soft ones.

"Kiss me," you swear the world stopped. Everything around you frozen in time.

"What?" the word almost didn't come out properly, you can hear your heart pounding in your skull.

"Kiss me... I know what I'm asking" You lean forwards pressing her lips to yours and the world felt as if it stood still again. This moment was the one you've always been waiting for. With her.

"But... Misty..." you breathe as you break the kiss unwillingly, the blondes gaze never leaving yours.

She brings a loving hand to your cheek as she looks deeply into your eyes, "You're more than Misty."