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Okay, I hear you. Anyone else want me to write another chapter of this? Comment, if you do. 🫢😂

Broodier than Barnes

Prompt: “You should totally do one where the R is like emotionless and hates everyone and everything Wanda, Natasha, and Carol see them playing with puppies”

Requested by: @wynter2aron

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Carol Danvers x Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 2029

Warning/s: None

A/N: Hey love! I’m sorry it took a while for me to post again. I’m currently sick and couldn’t really think straight. Not sure how this panned out, I’m sorry if this totally sucks.

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Okay, you guys. I hear you. I'm working on Stark Legacy!

xx

Raven

Hey there beautiful people.

I have a question. Is there anyone interested in me finishing some of my open fics? I know it's been years but if I'm to write again, which one would you like me to finish.

I would like to also open myself for requests again. Any new ships you recommend I board? Hit me up.

xx

Raven

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Hey there beautiful people.

I have a question. Is there anyone interested in me finishing some of my open fics? I know it's been years but if I'm to write again, which one would you like me to finish.

I would like to also open myself for requests again. Any new ships you recommend I board? Hit me up.

xx

Raven

#natasha romanoff x reader #carol danvers x reader x natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #raven writes #black widow imagine #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader

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Hello, beautiful people. I'm alive! Back from the dead, and just checking in. How are y'all? I'm sorry I left so many series' open. Are anyone still interested in reading them if I continue?

Also, I have drabbled on this idea since my hiatus and I'd like to know what you guys think.

Of course, as you know, due to copyright I would have to change the names and some details of the story. I'd really like to know if this is a project worth pursuing.

Anyway, that's about it. Let me know what you guys think.

X Raven

#natasha romanoff x reader #avengers imagine #raven writes #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff imagine

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Are you gonna continue the Starks Legacy story? I know its been awhile but id love to see where it goes from there,with the only one R needs to win over now is Wanda.

Hi, I'm alive. Sort of.

So sorry to have been on hiatus for a long time. So much has happened. I wanted to continue writing, and maybe I should to channel this pain in my heart. (I lost 2 of my cats to Feline Calicivirus).

Let me watch some Wanda materials to be reacquainted.

XX Rave

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Back from the dead with a little favour to ask

Hello lovelies, 

Remember me? Your (probably not your favorite) angst fanfic writer, Raven.

Yes, I am alive. I am so sorry to have drop out from the face of the tumblr world after posting Manhattan 9, and at such cliffhanger? But with the lockdowns slowly easing, works’ came back hectic as ever. To top it all off, I started my own business as well; you guys I have an online ice cream store!! Wish I can send you guys some. You all deserve it for surviving, and continuously fighting through the hardships of daily adult life x pandemic multiplier.  So, yeah, I got a little busy but I’m back and I really want to write again. I still intend to continue Manhattan and Stark Legacy, give me a little time to figure a direction for those again.

In the meantime, I would like to ask you guys if you would be willing to help me help my friend raise money for something that is very important to her. I will link below her gofundme account, so you can read on her story and her vision directly from her.

https://gofund.me/ceac72ef

But basically, she’s raising funds for two things:

First, she’s trying to create an online platform that would provide a space for anyone who has experienced trauma from the past especially ones that are brought by sexual violence to connect with others and hopefully make them feel less alone at the minimum.

Second, a part of the money that will be raised will go to a non-profit organization called Women Against Rape based in Innsbruck, Austria. You can read more about them here: https://www.frauen-gegen-vergewaltigung.at/

Vicky is very self-sufficient. She’s struggled hard to get this fundraising website up because she’s scared no one’s going support her, and she doesn’t actively promote the page as much because she doesn’t like bothering people. That’s why I really want to help her. 

I also feel bad asking you lovely internet people for money but I really want to do this for Vicky. So, I think, if ANYONE is interested. I will write a one-shot for 10$? or any amount you can spare. Just send me a message and we can talk about your request. I will also have to say, I’m only writing for Nat x Reader and Lena Luthor x Reader, as I’m not really caught up with TV atm. 

You guys, this isn’t mandatory alright. If you can’t donate that’s okay. If you can share this post, that’s a big help already. 

Thanks for reading all the way here. 

xx

Raven

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YOU'VE KILLED ME! Ithaca was just WOW. Manhattan was SO SO GOOD! I have no words.

Hi. No dying please. I'm still gonna post a Manhattan update. Soon. Somehow.

Ps. to everyone that's reading this, I'm sorry I haven't been here in awhile. With lockdowns lifting slowly, I'm thrown back to work/s. 😭 Forgive me, y'all.

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Thank you so much @wannabe-fic-reader and @spacelesbianalex 🧡 and everyone who read See You In A Minute, it's my best fic yet.

Also I'm really sorry that I haven't been online much, nor updated Manhattan and Stark Legacy. Been swamped with so much work since but I intend to finish those story when I receive divine providence. I've started the plot for Manhattan 10, actually.

Love,

R.

Alright I need help!

I’m looking for a fic and I’m startin to trip about not being able to find it.

It’s a Natasha x Reader series. In which, R takes Tony’s place in the snap and sadly passes away. Natasha ends up having hers and R’s daughter and there’s slight CarolNat in it. In the end R is brought back to life by the symbiote(Venom) and Hela!

That’s a really shitty description of an amazing fic but I need to find it.

#natasha romanoff x reader #SYIAM #see you in a minute

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Alright. Since, I'm not writing, here's a brilliant work you should read. 😍 It's brilliant! I can't wait for more. ♥️😍

All Over Again - Chapter 1

Summary: What was lost can be found. - DC & Marvel AU

Pairings: Lena x Reader ; Implied Natasha x Reader ; Platonic!Avengers x Reader ; Platonic!Superfriends x Reader 

Warning: 18+ Smut, Language, Violence

* * * * * *

Sighing, you splay yourself out on the grass, looking up at the distorted view of the sky as the red leaves of the tree above you sway. The gentle breeze sends a chill over your skin but it’s much too calming for you to move.

“Am I going to have to start carrying jackets around with me again?”

The familiarly sultry voice meets your ears over the sounds of nature. It makes your heart thump faster like it always had but this time an ache accompanies it. Her joking tone holds an underlying nervousness and you have to resist the urge to scoff at the drastic change in your conversations together. 

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#lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #dcu #dcu x reader #reader insert #all over again #fic rec

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are you sure? So, I can end it here?! 🤔😂

Manhattan 9

Word Count: 6711

Summary: Lou dug her own grave, now she has to lie in it. What would Lou do? Selene’s not just a pretty face. Could she really get the reader back or is really too late?

A/N: Here you go, lovely people. As I have said, this will chapter is Selene x Reader centric. I guess I’d have to say, it’s a little angsty. :)

I’d love to hear your thoughts if you decide to read it. xx

Parts: 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

***

You spent the rest of the night between entertaining guests and sticking by Selene’s side. Lou desperately wants to talk to you, but she couldn’t get you alone nor catch your eyes. The Heist has known you both long enough to sense the charged energy between you two and leave it alone until it’s an appropriate time. Around midnight you’ve reached your limit, you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Lou anymore. It felt suffocating to learn the truth and think that you could have saved yourself the heartache if she only gave you a chance. 

“Excuse me,” you said politely as you approach Selene who was in conversation with Debbie, Lou, Daphne, and Rose. They all smiled and said hi to you too. You caught your girlfriend’s eyes and without even prompting her so, she excused herself to talk to you in private.

“They’re so in-sync with each other,” Daphne happily gashed like a teenager, earning a pinched from Rose. “Ouch,” she whispered.

Rose not so subtly cocked her towards Lou before sipping from her glass of wine. Lou looked at Daphne. She can’t really begrudge her friends for rooting for you. She knows that she dug her own grave regarding the matter and the time has come to lie on it. “Sorry,” Daphne whispered while rubbing her arm soothingly. 

“It’s okay. She’s moved on. I’ve moved on, too,” Lou answered tentatively. LIAR. She gritted her teeth, knowing how unconvincing it is, even to her own ears.

“You guys don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. You’re allowed to be happy for her. I am happy for her.” LIAR.

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This reaction tho. ♥️♥️♥️

Manhattan 9

Word Count: 6711

Summary: Lou dug her own grave, now she has to lie in it. What would Lou do? Selene’s not just a pretty face. Could she really get the reader back or is really too late?

A/N: Here you go, lovely people. As I have said, this will chapter is Selene x Reader centric. I guess I’d have to say, it’s a little angsty. :)

I’d love to hear your thoughts if you decide to read it. xx

Parts: 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

***

You spent the rest of the night between entertaining guests and sticking by Selene’s side. Lou desperately wants to talk to you, but she couldn’t get you alone nor catch your eyes. The Heist has known you both long enough to sense the charged energy between you two and leave it alone until it’s an appropriate time. Around midnight you’ve reached your limit, you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Lou anymore. It felt suffocating to learn the truth and think that you could have saved yourself the heartache if she only gave you a chance. 

“Excuse me,” you said politely as you approach Selene who was in conversation with Debbie, Lou, Daphne, and Rose. They all smiled and said hi to you too. You caught your girlfriend’s eyes and without even prompting her so, she excused herself to talk to you in private.

“They’re so in-sync with each other,” Daphne happily gashed like a teenager, earning a pinched from Rose. “Ouch,” she whispered.

Rose not so subtly cocked her towards Lou before sipping from her glass of wine. Lou looked at Daphne. She can’t really begrudge her friends for rooting for you. She knows that she dug her own grave regarding the matter and the time has come to lie on it. “Sorry,” Daphne whispered while rubbing her arm soothingly. 

“It’s okay. She’s moved on. I’ve moved on, too,” Lou answered tentatively. LIAR. She gritted her teeth, knowing how unconvincing it is, even to her own ears.

“You guys don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. You’re allowed to be happy for her. I am happy for her.” LIAR.

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Will you still love me after chapter 9 though? 🤭

Manhattan 7

Word Count: 4999

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader, Background Platonic Avengers x Fem!Reader, Platonic Oceans 8 x Fem!Reader

Warning/s: Too many time jumps. 

A/N: I’M SORRY.

Parts: 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 8 | 9

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HOLY SHIT @emilyprentisswife is done reading M9 already. 🤯

Are you? 🤭😏😉

Manhattan 9

Word Count: 6711

Summary: Lou dug her own grave, now she has to lie in it. What would Lou do? Selene’s not just a pretty face. Could she really get the reader back or is really too late?

A/N: Here you go, lovely people. As I have said, this will chapter is Selene x Reader centric. I guess I’d have to say, it’s a little angsty. :)

I’d love to hear your thoughts if you decide to read it. xx

Parts: 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

***

You spent the rest of the night between entertaining guests and sticking by Selene’s side. Lou desperately wants to talk to you, but she couldn’t get you alone nor catch your eyes. The Heist has known you both long enough to sense the charged energy between you two and leave it alone until it’s an appropriate time. Around midnight you’ve reached your limit, you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Lou anymore. It felt suffocating to learn the truth and think that you could have saved yourself the heartache if she only gave you a chance. 

“Excuse me,” you said politely as you approach Selene who was in conversation with Debbie, Lou, Daphne, and Rose. They all smiled and said hi to you too. You caught your girlfriend’s eyes and without even prompting her so, she excused herself to talk to you in private.

“They’re so in-sync with each other,” Daphne happily gashed like a teenager, earning a pinched from Rose. “Ouch,” she whispered.

Rose not so subtly cocked her towards Lou before sipping from her glass of wine. Lou looked at Daphne. She can’t really begrudge her friends for rooting for you. She knows that she dug her own grave regarding the matter and the time has come to lie on it. “Sorry,” Daphne whispered while rubbing her arm soothingly. 

“It’s okay. She’s moved on. I’ve moved on, too,” Lou answered tentatively. LIAR. She gritted her teeth, knowing how unconvincing it is, even to her own ears.

“You guys don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. You’re allowed to be happy for her. I am happy for her.” LIAR.

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#lou miller imagine #lou miller x reader #raven writes #kate beckinsale x reader

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Holy shit. Now I want Apfel Strudel and I'm continents away from it. Should I make one? 🤔

Thanks for the tag, @waitingfortheendtocome ! For a treat, an Apple strudel for you and Manhattan 9 is up. 😂

tag your friends who you think deserve an apple strudel magically conjured to the foot of their bed in the middle of the night I’ll go first

@demoness547 @tribblemakingalicorn @thegirlinsideherhead @eating-mooncakes @insanesincethe1640s @lula-vacker @evelinaproserpina @an-absolute-travesty @motherrussia69420 @didyouputyournameinthegob @enoch-vantas @simonablossoms @notalert I haven’t interacted with some of you guys at all but yeah you guys deserve magical apple strudels

clarification: the apple strudels do NOT intend to do any harm to you omb they are literally there for your AMUSEMENT and ENJOYMENT /j

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Manhattan 9

Word Count: 6711

Summary: Lou dug her own grave, now she has to lie in it. What would Lou do? Selene’s not just a pretty face. Could she really get the reader back or is really too late?

A/N: Here you go, lovely people. As I have said, this will chapter is Selene x Reader centric. I guess I’d have to say, it’s a little angsty. :)

I’d love to hear your thoughts if you decide to read it. xx

Parts: 1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

***

You spent the rest of the night between entertaining guests and sticking by Selene’s side. Lou desperately wants to talk to you, but she couldn’t get you alone nor catch your eyes. The Heist has known you both long enough to sense the charged energy between you two and leave it alone until it's an appropriate time. Around midnight you’ve reached your limit, you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Lou anymore. It felt suffocating to learn the truth and think that you could have saved yourself the heartache if she only gave you a chance. 

“Excuse me,” you said politely as you approach Selene who was in conversation with Debbie, Lou, Daphne, and Rose. They all smiled and said hi to you too. You caught your girlfriend’s eyes and without even prompting her so, she excused herself to talk to you in private.

“They’re so in-sync with each other,” Daphne happily gashed like a teenager, earning a pinched from Rose. “Ouch,” she whispered.

Rose not so subtly cocked her towards Lou before sipping from her glass of wine. Lou looked at Daphne. She can’t really begrudge her friends for rooting for you. She knows that she dug her own grave regarding the matter and the time has come to lie on it. “Sorry,” Daphne whispered while rubbing her arm soothingly. 

“It’s okay. She’s moved on. I’ve moved on, too,” Lou answered tentatively. LIAR. She gritted her teeth, knowing how unconvincing it is, even to her own ears.

“You guys don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. You’re allowed to be happy for her. I am happy for her.” LIAR.

***

“Is everything alright, love?” Selene asked the moment you two are out of earshot. She reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear even before you can respond, making your heart flutter happily despite everything. 

“Yes. Everything’s okay.” All things considering, you thought to yourself. 

“But?” Selene asked with a cheeky smile on her face.

“But…” you paused obnoxiously longer than necessary to get a rise out of your girlfriend. Selene merely rolled her eyes at you playfully, making you laugh. “…I’m exhausted. I’d like to head out.”

Selene’s face instantly softened. It’s not your first event together, and had Lou not dropped the truth bomb on you earlier you would be staying all-night-long too, but the truth is heavy. You met her eyes as she takes you in for a minute. The same look that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

The kind of look that says, she understands that seeing the woman you once love can’t be easy for you. The kind of look that says, she understands your exhaustion is more than just bone-deep but soul-deep too. She smiled and the look morphed to one that says, it’s okay and that she can man the fort for the both of you. 

“I’ll text the driver to meet you upfront,” she said softly while caressing your cheeks. You leaned into her touch. “In the meantime, come, say good night to your friends.”

“Do I have to?” you whispered like a petulant child as you walk hand in hand back to the Heist. 

Selene laugh at your childishness and bumped your shoulders softly. “Of course. You wouldn’t want to be rude, do you?” 

You sighed, knowing you can’t win against the woman when she’s appealing to your work etiquette. Selene laughed again when she caught you putting your work face on before you reach the group. 

***

By the time you got back, the Heist is already complete and accounted for. “Hey!” Constance and Nine yelled immediately when you sidled up next to her. You smiled as Nine plants a kiss on the side of your head, trying to get make Selene jealous but the woman’s pointedly ignoring the touchy and flirty nature of your relationship with the tech girl. 

“Everything alright?” Debbie asked. 

“Yes. This one has to leave now, though. It’s past her bedtime,” Selene teased. You just rolled your eyes at her as everyone laughs. 

“I need my beauty sleep, mommy,” you fired back, making your girlfriend turn scarlet. Two can play that game. Tammy choked on her drink, while Nine and Constance are in the middle of a coughing fit after snorting their drinks instead. 

“Nonsense.” You smirked at her when you heard her voice waver. “You look beautiful no matter what.” Selene tried to regain the upper hand in the conversation but she knew deep down you won that round. 

“Sap,” you said before using your right hand - the hand that Selene wasn’t holding - to fish your phone from your dress pocket. “It’s Hans, he’s upfront.”

“I’ll walk you.”

You turned to the Heist with a tired smile. “Thank you for having me,” you said softly to everyone before going around and giving everyone a hug. 

“I wish we could keep you, baby.” Nine looked over your shoulder to look at Selene who started blushing again. You laughed over your friend’s shoulder. “Stop,” you warned before smacking her ass playfully, making the Heist erupt in laughter again. 

Lou was not delusional enough to expect a hug but it still stings when you skipped giving her one. You did, however, wished her a good night. She downed the rest of her freshly refilled scotch as she watches you walk away with your girlfriend laughing. You and Selene moved with the fluidity that comes from years of being together, and Lou is beyond envious. 

She should have been the one making you laugh.

She should have been the one holding you when days are rough.

She should have been the one waking up next to you every morning, and the one you go to bed at night. She should have been the one kissing you and holding your hand. She should have been the one standing proudly next to you as you reach for the stars.

She should have been the one. 

She sucked in a deep breath when she heard Debbie whisper, “I know it hurts but get yourself together.”

***

The sun is almost peaking through the cracks on the hotel curtain when you felt Selene climbed in bed and bury herself in your back with a loud groan. Despite just falling into a pitiful sleep then, you couldn’t help but smile at the comforting weight of your other half. 

”You never stay until the morning for these things. What changed?” You whispered while subconsciously moving closer to your girlfriend. Amidst her sleep-deprived state, she caught on pretty fast to what you were doing. She immediately wrapped her arms around you, making you her precious little spoon. 

“I couldn’t pass up the chance to bride your friends for embarrassing stories about you.” She laughed before planting a soft kiss on your bare shoulders. Selene inhaled the faint smell of your favorite olive lotion. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am the epitome of grace.” You said it with so much conviction, Selene had to let out a belly laugh that rocks both of you in bed. You opened your eyes slowly and turns your head towards her with a pout. “Something funny?”

“Nothing.” Selene kissed you then. She didn’t care if you have morning breath, or that you taste like a lot of scotch. She kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until both of your lips are swollen. You were almost panting when she pulled away.

The soft moment was broken when the continuous notification on your phone registered in your ears. You groaned when your girlfriend plopped down on her side of the bed. “You should probably get that. It might be important.” 

“It might not be important,” you countered, making her smile. 

“It might be work.” 

“Buzzkiller,” you teased before rolling out of bed to check your phone. Selene follows your every movement with rapt attention. She watched your bare legs as you bent down to retrieve discarded articles of clothing on the floor. She watched you as you lean against the console table while your phone boots. She watched you frown down on your phone as you scroll through your notifications.

“Something the matter?” 

You took your eyes off your phone to look at her lounging on the bed, looking so comfortable. You’re tempted, highly tempted to shut your phone, and crawl back to the safety, warmth, and familiarity of Selene’s embrace. “Nine and Tammy’s inviting me to lunch.” 

“And?”

“And I don’t know if I want to go.” Selene cocked an eyebrow at you. “I’m still tired but I miss those two.” 

“And they miss you, too.” You sighed, chewing your bottom lip softly in thought. “Besides, it’s just lunch. I’ll probably still be here when you get back because I feel like hibernating right now.” 

You laughed. God, you love how Selene knows what to say at the exact right time. “Fine,” you relented. You typed a quick affirmative to your friends before hopping in the shower. 

When you got out of the shower, fully dressed and ready to go, Selene’s already asleep with your pillows stuck under her cheeks. You tiptoed quietly towards her sleeping form. You leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“I love you,” you whispered before leaving.

Selene waited until she heard the door shut before inhaling deeply. “I hope you always do,” she whispered before sleep finally took her under.

***

“There you are!” Constance yelled when she spotted you at the doorway to the back patio of the restaurant. Everyone flinched at her volume.

“Here I am,” you said calmly before kissing the top of Tammy’s head. The blonde smiled and pulled the chair next to her for you. You sighed internally, you should have known it will be a team lunch instead of just you, Tammy and Nine. Everyone looked glorious even with a hangover especially your Lou.

You tried to stop the feeling as you watch her behind your very dark wayfarer. She’s wearing black jeans, black turtleneck, and black leather jacket. Her blue blue eyes stands out in her all-black ensemble and they look so tired and sad. She’s pointedly not looking at you, and you tried to deny to yourself but it hurts all over again. And even then, even with all the hurt bubbling up inside you, you still fucking miss her the most.

“Y/N/N?” Nine’s voice shook you out of your reverie. You hummed before turning your face towards her. Nine looked at you with a smirk on her pretty face as if to say, stop drooling. “I was asking, what will be having? From the menu, preferably.”

You kicked her foot, making her curse under her breath. Only then did you realize the staff that was standing across from you, behind Daphne. Instead of picking up the menu, you looked at the guy and asked, “I’ll have your greasiest burger, and your tallest glass of coffee with two shots of vodka, please. Thank you.”

The staff jutted your order on his notepad with a nod. Constance, Nine and Amita let out a playful wolf whistle at your choice. “Dang girl,” Nine started to say. “I thought London made you all prim and proper.”

“You can take the girl out of the city but you can’t take the city out of the girl.”

Everyone laughed, even Lou cracked a smile. All your reservations flew out of the window after the caffeine and the alcohol fully kicked into your system. Conversation flowed more easily around while waiting for the food. You exchanged stories from two years passed and for a moment, it felt like nothing hurts and everything will be alright.

Until Amita slipped up and misplaced her filter after her second glass of Jack coke. “Oh, Y/N, we’re so glad you’re able to get past the whole dramatics.”

It’s like time stood still.

It was a sunny summer afternoon in New York City but it felt like the temperature dropped to zero.

It’s like everyone at the table were holding their breath and the city sounded like you’re hearing it from underwater.

“Oh shit,” you heard Amita whispered. It effectively brought you back to the surface. “Y/N -”

You held up your hand. “You all knew?”

They threw worried glances at each other and it pisses you off even more. They knew.

“Sweetheart -” Tammy tried to reach you but you flinched away from her.

“It’s not their fault,” Lou said as she wring her hands on her lap. “I made them swore on our friendship. I’m sorry.”

That grated at you heavily but you learned from Selene not to show your emotions in public. “They’re my friends too.”

That simple statement broke everyone’s heart. You stood up, threw your napkin on the table and tried to leave. Lou stood too though. “Don’t be mad at them, please,” she begged for her best friend’s behalf. She knew that she couldn’t stand it if she cause a fall out between you and everyone too.

You turned on your heel to look at her. Debbie silently thank heaven for booking the whole patio for the group. No one else has to witness this debacle. “I’m not mad at them. I’m mad at you. Not only did you not give me a chance but you had to make our friends lie too.

Lou wanted to argue but you were on a roll. “Is it safe to assume that the Avengers knew too?” You asked, your heart running a mile a minute. With everyone’s silence, you found the answer. Of course, they knew too.

“If you truly believed that there was nothing I could have done to make our relationship work, I would have accepted your decision eventually. Heck, I would even take a simple, ‘I’m really not into long-distance’ than this elaborate scheme that involved way too many people.”

You took a deep breath then continued. “Yes, I would still be heartbroken but maybe, it would have been easier to put myself together.”

You let out a mirthless laugh. “But it wasn’t enough to just break my heart, you had to rip my soul too.”

“I didn’t think -”

“Yes, you didn’t think,” you cut her off. “Because if you did, you would have remembered the night you took me stargazing in Ithaca and I told you how I was left by my parents when I was a child, how I bounced from one foster family to another because somehow, they always find a defect in me.”

In that moment, you looked so small. She wanted to round the table and hold you as you heave from the weight of the emotions you were carrying but she couldn’t. She knows that you wouldn’t let her.

“I told you my history. I showed you my trauma.” You took off your wayfarer and everyone can see the tears collecting in your eyes. “Yet you still chose to break me the exact same way.”

***

You can hear voices, you can feel a soft hand holding one of yours but you couldn’t see. You forced yourself to open your eyes and you immediately shut it again once the bright florescent light assaulted your eyes.

“Hey.” You slowly opened your eyes again when you heard Selene’s voice greeting you. She’s smiling but you can see the worry in her eyes.

“Hey. Where are we? What happened?” You croaked out. Selene reached for a glass of water with a straw with her free hand and made you drink. You obliged because you’re parched.

“You’re in a hospital. You blacked out on the street,” Selene explained. “What happened?”

For a moment all you could do was just blinked up at your girlfriend. Frankly, you don’t know what happened. All you can remember was what went down at the restaurant and the immense need to get away as fast as you could. A doctor walked in and smiled at the two of you.

“Great, you’re awake. I’m Doctor Mike, I’m your attending physician.”

Selene smiled and shook the doctor’s outstretched hand. Selene asked what your prognosis was. Dr. Mike smiled and assured her everything’s alright. “Fatigue and dehydration caused her blacked out,” the doctor explained.

“Great. Can we go home now?” You asked as enthusiastic as you could. Selene gave you a soft glare.

The doctor chuckled. “Unfortunately, you had a mild concussion when you bumped your head in the pavement. So, we would like to keep you here overnight.”

“I’m fine. I can just sign a waiver, right?” You tried to argue with a frown. Doctor Mike glanced at Selene before excusing himself to, as he said, let you discuss it in private. Selene sat on the chair next to your bed.

“One night, my love. It’s all I ask,” she said while lazily flipping through a magazine you know she doesn’t care about.

You laid back down and stared at the white ceiling with a deep sigh. “Fine,” you said with an adorable pout that Selene can’t help but crack a smile. You glanced at her when she stood over the side of your bed.

“Do you mind if I step out for a couple of minutes?” She asked while caressing your cheek.

“Actually, I do mind. You know I hate hospitals,” you whined.

“I know, I’m sorry. I won’t be long, I promise.”

You dropped your shoulder in a shrug. You didn’t even ask her where she will be going. Knowing Selene, you assumed it's probably work.

***

You were listlessly flipping through the channel on the TV in your private room when you heard a knock on your door. After the restaurant debacle, the throbbing stitches over your right eyebrow, being forced to stay in a hospital then left alone puts you in a very sour mood.

“Hey.” You heard as the door opened to reveal the Avengers. 

Great, you thought. You’re not mentally and emotionally prepared to see them too. One by one, your friends piled inside your room with tense shoulders and tight smiles. 

“Breath,” you said in lieu of a greeting. “I’m not sure this hospital has enough bed if you all faint too.” Everyone laughed awkwardly. You watch them shuffle on their feet as they try to find the right words.

“We’re sorry, Y/N.” Nat couldn’t handle the silence anymore. “It wasn’t our secret to tell.” 

She’s right, it wasn’t but it doesn’t mean it hurts less though. “I know. It still sucks nonetheless.” 

Thor stepped up and walked over your bed. He reached down and took your hand. “We are awfully sorry for what our sister did. We’re equally sorry for making you feel like we took sides,” he said earnestly. 

Loki took your other hand in his. “It wasn’t a question of loyalty,” he swore. “It simply wasn’t our mistake to correct. Still, please, forgive us.” 

“We only got you back. Please, don’t hate us,” Maria pleaded. “We’re really really sorry.”

You couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down your cheeks like waterfalls. You pulled Thor down first because he was holding your more dominant hand and you let him smother you in a bear hug. When he pulled away, Loki dived in your arms immediately. Then he stepped away to let the girls pile around you in a group hug and you held on to them. There’s so much hurt going around, you don’t wanna drag the pain of the past any longer.

“Alright, ladies. Step away from the patient, please. Let me hug my best friend too,” Tony sassed as he playfully tears Nat, Carol, Wanda, and Maria away from you. Everyone laughed at his theatrics. Tony wiped the tear tracks on your cheeks with a soft smile. 

“Are we going to be okay?”

You smiled back at him. “We are okay, T. We’ve survived worst,” you assured him.

Tony grinned before leaning down and giving you a kiss on the crown of your head.

***

With tearful apologies out of the way, you found yourself lounging in bed with Tony who made you scoot over to one side of the single hospital bed so he can fit on the other with you. The bed was too small that you had to cling to him and rest your head against his chest.

“I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” Selene suddenly spoke from the open door, surprising everyone. She looks breathtaking even in simple jeans, a white satin blouse, black boots, and a messy bun.

Tony fell off his side of the bed when Selene walked confidently inside the room. You laughed before Selene caught your lips in a searing kiss. For a moment, the world faded away and nothing exists except you and your girlfriend.

Thor cleared his throat. “I guess that’s our queue to leave,” he said with a faint blush on his cheeks.

Selene smiled against your lips before pulling away. “Ah, little Odin. Sorry to interrupt your little get together but Y/N needs to rest now,” she said playfully as she walks towards the door and holds it for them. Everyone gave you a quick hug and a promise to hang out once you’re discharged before piling out of the room one-by-one.

“Thanks for keeping her company,” Selene whispered as your friends pass by her. Everyone just smiled politely at her.

When it’s just the two of you, Selene took her sweet time closing the door. She smiled when she turned back to you. “What did you do?” You asked as she unpacks the takeouts in front of you.

“Can’t I buy my girlfriend dinner?” She asked with a faux pout and you laughed heartily.

“Well. You only buy me dinner when you’re feeling guilty,” you teased.

“You know that’s not true.”

It’s not. Selene’s a very busy person but she takes you to dinner regularly. Either as her plus one on some important PR meeting or just because she missed you on a particularly long and hard day. When you’re lucky, she even cooks for you.

“Did you buy something expensive and unnecessary, totally blowing our monthly budget out in the sky?” You asked, squinting your eyes at her suspiciously.

“No, Y/N! I’m not guilty and no, I didn’t blow out our budget.” Selene laughed. “I just missed you today.”

“Sap.” You threw a piece of meat from your taco at her. Selene gasped in mock offense before throwing a piece of lettuce at you from her salad. You laughed but didn’t retaliate, knowing that if you do, there will be more food to clean up on the floor than food to eat.

***

After dinner, Selene took care of all the disposables and brought you water along with the medicine you have to take before going to bed. After taking them, you scooted automatically on one side of the bed so Selene can lay with you.

“Turn around,” she said as she undoes the buttons of her blouse.

“I’ve already seen you naked, See.” You complained while you do as you were instructed.

Selene climbed in bed with a laugh. “I wasn’t shy, idiot. It’s so I could do this,” she said as she wraps her arms around your torso and pulls your back flashed against her chest.

“You’re wearing a shirt,” you mumbled. You’re a little lost in the sensation of her steady arms and warm embrace.

“You didn’t expect me to go naked in a hospital, right?”

“It’s not fair! I’m naked under this gown.”

“Well, you’re a patient. I’m not.”

You could only smile at the easy banter between the two of you. It has always been the way with Selene. She held you tighter as she put her chin on your shoulder.

“Did something happened?” she asked in a whisper. You sighed heavily.

“Lou never cheated on me.” There’s no point beating around the bush. You have no other choice but to tell her because you never lie to each other. It was an established rule between the two of you. No matter what, no matter how small, no matter how painful it would be to hear. You two simply don’t lie to each other. “And everyone knew.”

A heartbeat passed. Then a minute, Selene held you motionless against her. If you focused hard enough, you could almost feel her heart pounding.

“See?” You wanted to ask if she’s okay or if she fell asleep.

“Can you elaborate?” She asked softly, and you didn’t have the heart to decline.

In an outsider’s eyes, your relationship may seem built on fun and flirty banter. Indeed it is, but it’s also founded in friendship, respect, and painfully honest conversations much like the one you’re about to have.

Selene walks into people’s lives like a storm, sucking everyone in her orbit. She’s used to getting anything and anyone she wanted until you. She thought you were playing hard to get when you declined her invitation to dinner the first two times. On the third, she just had to know why you wouldn’t go out with her. When she found out that you’re still heartbroken, she found herself offering you something she never offered any other woman she’s attracted to before.

Friendship.

Selene heard all of the stories. From Maria to Nat and Carol to Lou. Selene braised herself one more time for another night holding you as you speak about the woman. She listened even if it was the last thing she wanted to do.

She didn’t realize her mind drifted until she felt your finger smoothing the crease in her forehead. She tried to hide it, but you can see fear behind her eyes. She wets her lip nervously before speaking like that’s gonna help her get the words out easily.

“Change of plans?”

A heartbeat.

“No.”

You answered way too fast for her liking. You know you did, but you’ve thought about it. You loathe to admit it, but ever since you’ve seen Lou again you’ve been wondering what it’ll be like if you’re not committed to someone else. But you are, and to an incredible woman at that.

“No,” you reiterated. “I’m yours, See. If you’ll have me.” Selene regarded you for another few seconds before she grinned and pulled you to her chest.

Selene is an intelligent woman. She understood that asking you to stop loving Lou is impossible. She understood the depth of your love for the woman. She also understood that at that moment, you choose her. And that’s all that matters to her.

***

“I’m yours, See. If you’ll have me.” 

Lou bit her lip to prevent herself from crying right in front of your hospital door. Your door was left ajar enabling her to overhear the tail end of your conversation with Selene. 

Why did she even come? What’s the point? She thought to herself as she stood frozen like an idiot in front of your door. Thankfully, it’s beyond visiting hours. No one else, except the nurses she bribed to allow her through, to see her.

The point is you love her. After two fucking years, you still love her. She thinks she’s going crazy talking to herself in her head. 

I do but she’s with someone else. 

So? Nothing’s set in stone, Lou. They’re not married. 

But -

Butt? 

She sighed as she watches you safe and warm in Selene's embrace. 

Someone lowly cleared her throat. She looked to her side and see a nurse, smiling next to her. “Are you a friend of the patient?” she asked cordially before glancing inside your room. “They look perfect together, don’t they?” 

Are you just gonna stand around moping, watching her in the arms of another like a fucking loser? Or are you gonna up your game, appeal for mercy, and beg her to see that she still belongs to you. 

Lou gave the nurse a tight smile before turning on her heel and walking away. When the air hits her face, she turned towards the night sky and sighed. She doesn’t think it’s appropriate to call now after barely calling all her life but she’s beyond her pride now. She needs all the help she can get.

“Help me get her back,” she pleads to God, to the universe, or whoever is out there listening. 

***

Your overnight stay in the hospital ended up being a two-night stay because your girlfriend wouldn’t let you walk out of there without a full bodywork up. You were discharged two days after, without anyone from the Heist coming over to visit you. You were both relieved and disappointed if you’re being honest. How you manage to sustain two opposing ideas at the same is beyond you. But instead of making yourself crazy thinking about all of it, you decided to just relish the space as much as you could. 

You wanted to drag Selene back to London the moment you were discharged, but much to your dismay, the woman has found some business to work on in the city. On top of that, she’s adamant to keep you resting for at least another week. And to makes matters worst, she also enlisted the help of the Avengers to keep an eye on you when she’s away to deal with the business she won’t talk to you about. 

“I don’t need babysitters,” you whined while she was getting ready for her meeting one afternoon. 

“Darling, they’re not babysitters. They’re your friends. I thought you’re all cool?” Selene asked as she put the last touches on her makeup. 

A week passed before Selene found out that leaving you in the ‘care’ of the Avengers is a mistake. One day, she went home earlier than expected to find you sprawled on top of Thor, wrestling the guy for eating your last gummy bear.

“I’m never leaving you alone with your friends,” Selene said with a slight shake of her head the night prior. You laughed as you lounge on the bed, waiting for her to finish her nightly routine. “Would you like to come to my last meeting tomorrow?” 

Nonetheless, you nodded at her as she leans against the doorway between the suite and the bathroom.

“Oh no!” You gasped dramatically.

“What?”

“I have nothing to wear.” Selene rolled her eyes. 

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, woman. I only brought one black dress and I already wore that to the art opening.” Your faux whining only made Selene giggle harder. “What if we bumped into a guest that evening and they saw me wearing the same dress twice. They would think I’m recycling outfits.” 

Selene full-on laughed at that. “We can’t have that, can we?” She kisses your cheek when she sat down next to you on the bed. “Alright, let’s go shopping tomorrow.” 

“Must we? Can’t we just have Simon bring dresses over?” Selene smacked you with a pillow in your face, surprising you. 

“Well, we could. Have you not insisted that we can dress ourselves and leave our dear stylist behind for this trip.” 

You plopped down and stared at the hotel’s ceiling. “Biggest mistake of my life,” you whispered. 

You ended up being fashionably late to dinner because someone got hot and bothered by your outfit, and having sex on the outfit you’re trying to pull off is a bit of work. 

 You walked through the restaurant holding hands, and you fought the impulse to pull away when you saw that you’re headed in a private area with a long table with the Heist and the Avengers. You plastered a smile on your face as you approach. 

“Hello ladies and children,” Selene greeted before pulling up a chair for you next to Tammy. “Sorry, we’re late.” 

Tammy smiled at you nervously, and at that moment you didn’t have the heart to deny her. You leaned towards your blonde friend and kiss her cheek. “Hi,” you said with a genuine smile. Tammy sighed and reached for your hand under the table, which you held without question. You then smile at everyone including Lou. They took it as an opening for reconciliation except for Lou. 

Lou has a sinking feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t explain. She drunk her glass of wine as she watches you banter with your friends. She’s not ready to see you yet. She hasn’t formulated a plan to get you back. She’s not ready, yet. 

After sharing pleasantries, placing orders, and glasses of wine poured, you couldn’t hold your tongue any longer. “So,” you started, and everyone immediately turned their attention to you. “Selene said this is a business meeting but the Avengers are here too. So, what’s happening exactly?” 

“Partly, yes it’s a meeting,” Debbie confirmed. “But partly, it’s just dinner since you might be coming back to London tomorrow.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. “Might?” 

“Well, love. It’ll be up to you.” Selene’s smile was both nervous and hopeful. Selene took your silence as her queue to continue. Apparently, the business she has been working on the past week was a partnership with the Heist, and she wanted you to be her representative in New York. 

Your mind’s running a mile a minute. You can come home. You can work with your crew again. You can be close to your friends again. Wait. Pause. 

Every eye is on you, but you can only look at your girlfriend at that moment. Selene reached out and took your hand. “My home is where you are, silly. I’ll move to New York if you accept the offer,” she said like she just read your worried thoughts.

Lou gritted her teeth that earns her an elbow from Daphne. For a moment, she dared to hope that it was the opening she was waiting for. That the universe is continuously working in her favor. “But you love London,” you say. 

“I do, but I love you more,” Selene replies with a cheeky smile. 

Again, for the nth time that night, Lou had to choke down on her impulse to make a gagging sound. “Okay,” you said with a blush and smile on your face. Lou loathes to admit it, but happy does look good on you.

Everyone smiled, cheered, and congratulated you. Nine tapped her glass with a fork to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s have a toast, shall we?” 

You were about to reach for your glass too when Selene stood up. “Before that -” 

You watched her awkwardly shuffle on her feet. She never does that, not in public at least. “ - I would like to make you another offer,” she says as she looks at you. 

You lean back on your chair. “Go on,” you prompted with a smile. Hoping that it’ll help calm her down. Lou tensed up in her seat. Selene was silent for what seems to be the longest minute of your life.

“Y/N - “ For the first time in a long time, Selene is out of the right words. She cleared her throat. “We have a problem.” You frowned at that.

“I’m not sick of you, love. I’m pretty fucking in love with you it turns out.” The table giggles but you two paid them no attention. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

The giggling stopped immediately. Lou’s heart dropped in her stomach. “Oh shit,” you heard Daphne, Nine, and Tammy whisper, but you couldn’t turn away from Selene. You had tunnel vision, and all you can see is her movements. You watched as she reached inside her pocket and procured a black velvet box. 

She popped the lid open. You followed her hand, as she gently put the box down in front of you. 

“Will you marry me?”

-

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7K+ words. I think some priming needs to be done. M9 will be a whole lot Selene X reader than Lou X Reader. I'm sorry, I know you came for Lou. you can skip M9 if you want but I think it's integral to the whole plot.

Also before you kill me for making you wait forever then saying it's a Selene X reader chapter. please remember, this is the face of Selene.

hahaha.

WIP: Manhattan 9

890 WORDS

For Scene 1

There are basically 5 “scenes” in every fic. 

How long do you think this part would be? LMAO. 

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I don't write for Cordelia but I enjoy reading this gals work. Show her some love. I'm pumped up for this story already. ♥️

Lie To Me (1)

A/N: Yep, another multi-part fic. Yep, no one asked me about this too. Yep, it’s still about Cordelia Goode x Reader. Yep, you can still ask or suggest stuff in the ask box.

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Fuck!

This was the 6th time today that Cordelia tried to perform the re vera falsum - false reality. It shouldn’t be this hard especially now that she’s the Supreme. Somehow she can still find ways to fail and prove to her mother that she will never be as good as her.

re vera falsum is the careful alteration of reality, undetected by other witches. This must have been the last spell her mother used on the axeman before she sent him to his literal death. This is also the reason why she insists - obsessed - with learning how to do it.

She towered over Zoe, who willingly volunteered, and put all her intent into it. Her hands above the head of the seated witch, she began the incantation.

“re vera falsum,” her voice echoed in her head. She thought of a simple scenario where Zoe will think she ate hotdogs instead of cereals this morning.

She dropped her hand and asked Zoe, “What did you eat this morning?”

Please say hotdogs.

Say hotdogs.

Hotdogs.

“Cereals.”

Shit.

“Cordelia, you don’t have to try so much with this spell.” The young witch reassured her.

Make this the 7th time she failed today.

“I just think it would be valuable for the witches to learn this spell,” she reasoned. Zoe knew it was only one of the reasons her Supreme strive so hard but she’ll never voice it out.

“Okay,” Zoe paused to think for a while, “Well, I remember seeing in our records that there’s a witch in New York that specializes with this particular magic.”

Cordelia stiffened for a bit, trying to remember all of the witches who reside in the Big Apple. Someone who has the ability to alter reality without being as powerful as Fiona.

Y/n!

The charismatic witch who is often mistaken as Fiona’s daughter, due to her natural charm and self-confidence. The ambitious lady who walked out of the coven to achieve something bigger than casting spells and memorizing potion recipes. The frank, rational, and witty [y/n] who never called back nor gave a reason for leaving.

Cordelia excused Zoe, in order to think about her next course of action. It has been years since she last thought of you. She doesn’t even know why you left or why you suddenly stopped talking to her. One minute she was inviting you to her wedding then suddenly you were leaving the coven.

She sat in her office the whole day, trying really hard to get some work done but you keep entering her mind. The sly smiles you wear when you ace a spell the first try. The stolen glances she takes whenever you’re not looking. The aromatic whiff of your perfume that she can inhale whenever you’re close - too close. The kiss.

Oh, that kiss during New Year’s Midnight.

Cordelia can swear she died, flew to heaven, and came back during that time. What a way to start the new year? Instinctively, she bit her lip trying to remember the sensation of that encounter years ago. The way your lips fit or how she let out a moan ten seconds into the kiss. The more she thinks about it, the more hot and bothered she gets.

“Delia,” a voice took her out of her little trip down memory lane.

She composed herself and faced the voice, which turns out to be Zoe, standing by her office doorway.

“The girls are all settled in their rooms,” the witch continued. Cordelia thanked her, assuming that she’ll leave already. “Have you thought about the New York witch?”

“What?” the Supreme was caught off guard with the question. She was definitely thinking about the witch but not the way her council would imagine.

“Yeah. I think I’ll go see her,” she replied haphazardly. Did she even think about this?

Oh, she was thinking all right but definitely not that.

“Okay,” Zoe cheered. “Don’t worry. Queenie and I will handle the girls tomorrow.” She then bid her good night.

She didn’t say tomorrow, right? Suddenly, every part of Cordelia feels excited to meet an old lov friend.

—

The bright sun rays shone through your office in the middle of a New York day. Honestly, your kind of day. You just closed a multi-million dollar shipment deal and you deserve to celebrate.

You were just going over some papers that need to be signed by the end of the day when you felt a sudden surge of familiar power. Familiar but stronger. You looked up to see a blonde, whom you’ve never seen for years. Vowed to never see is actually the phrase to be used here.

“Hi!” The intruder greeted.

“Did you transmute here all the way from New Orleans?” you threw a disappointed look her way. She bit her lip and meekly nodded. You thought that old habits must die hard. “That’s risky,” you simply replied then continued your paper checking.

She took several steps forward before speaking again, “I need your help, [y/n].”

“No,” was your immediate response without looking up.

“You haven’t heard what I was going to ask?”

You annoyingly looked up to see her staring at you, quite intensely. “Do I have to?” She gave you a smile so familiar that you knew it means ‘of course’. “The last time I helped someone from that coven, I almost died.”

You didn’t mean to treat her with animosity but the sudden intrusion and lack of boundaries really put a dent on your good day. This is Cordelia. Your friend. You almost killed someone for her once upon a time. You just can’t help but use a brash attitude to hide the old feelings that are trying to claw its way out.

“Fiona,” you heard the witch mutter. You hummed in agreement.

“Called me last year and said she needed a place to stay in the metro.” You began to tell the story when she sat down on the chair in front of your desk. “I offered her one of my condo units but she insisted that she wants to stay with me. So we had fun for three straight days,” your face now turning sour, “up until the last day where she tried to kill me moments before she left.”

“I’m sorry about that,” the breathtaking witch in front of your said.

“So, no.” You once again declined. “I won’t help you with whatever it is.”

“But you always say yes to Fiona,” she commented that felt more like an accusation.

“She’s the supreme.”

“I’m the supreme now,” her voice becoming higher.

“That’s different,” you replied, matching her voice. “You don’t have the same hold over me.”

“Then what does she have on you?” She stood, hoping to show dominance in the conversation.

Now, you’re really annoyed. If there’s one thing you don’t like, it’s being bossed around especially on your turf. “I’m not gonna tell you and it’s best for you to get out.” You stood up walked towards the door.

Suddenly, you heard the door locked and the glass panels darkened. The sun rays now replaced with the dim lights of the 4 lamps in your office corners. You stopped midway, ready to send her flying against the wall. Glass panels be damned.

“You are going to teach me re vera falsum and you’re going to do it now.” She firmly said. You audibly chuckled at the thought.

In your years of friendship at the academy, you were always the dominant one. She follows or agrees. She would speak her mind but later on admit that you were probably right. She’s straight even back then. Always knowing what’s black and white, while you prance around the grey area quite often. To see her today, after years of no contact, with absolute conviction and ready to fight her ground excited you a little bit.

You faced her again, this time with a smug grin on your face. You took your sweet time taking her in. The flowy dress that hugs her curves. The blonde hair that cascades past her shoulders, probably only blow-dried. Her hands are folded into fists. Her face clearly shocked by the sudden exhibition of her powers.

Cordelia is always well kept, thinking being prim and proper would get her mother’s approval. She spent most of your days together controlling her powers, not letting it get the best of her. Perhaps the only time she played outside her own rules was when she married that son of a bitch. Knowing how she hates being dismissed by her mother, you know the next words coming out of your mouth will piss her even more. A game that definitely excites you in more ways than one.

—

Cordelia demanded something. If it were any other witch in her academy, they would have given it to her already. This time, however, she can’t just get her way. It’s [y/n], after all. The only person who knows exactly how to push her buttons, and hopefully pop them off.

Delia, stop!

“You went through all that trouble just for a spell?” You said, breaking the silence. Cordelia swallowed hard. Hearing the voice you most often use with your lovers directed at her got her pressing her legs together. “It’s not a skill for every witch.” That seductive, low voice of yours take her 9 years back when she would love herself to sleep with you in mind. It’s not helping that you have a predatory look on your face as you come closer.

“I’m not every witch,” she replied almost in a trance.

“No, you’re not.” You pin her against the desk. “Tell me, Delia,” your stare alternating between her eyes and lips, “what would happen if I say no again?”

It was a challenge. Cordelia knew that. At this point, she’s no longer present but rather lost in your perfume and the way you hover over her. She can feel your breath on her skin and was about to k-

*ring* *ring*

Your phone office rang, interrupting whatever it was that she was about to do. She shifted in her foot, trying to regain what’s left of her sanity. Cordelia came here for a reason yet somehow that reason is slowly going out of the window.

You reached for the phone without breaking eye contact with her and pressed the speaker button. “Miss [y/n], just reminding you of your 2:30,” your cheery assistant’s voice echoed through the room.

“Lily, cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day,” Cordelia remained transfixed on your face. “And make sure I’m not disturbed.” You didn’t give the other person a chance to respond as you end the call swiftly.

You returned your whole attention to the Supreme, who is not feeling so supreme right now. Pinned against your desk and allowing you to have this effect on her. A specific kind of heat coursing through her body.

“You were saying?” You teased, knowing full well that you saw how she almost lunged forward earlier. You licked your lips that caused Cordelia to gulp once again today. “It’s okay,” your voice returning to its normal range. “Turns out I have all day.”

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