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stayevildarling · 3 months

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Cordelia Goode x Wilhelmina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader - Black Friday

A/N: Hello everyone. I am currently obsessed with these three again so I apologise for the spam. I got the idea for this from the song ,,Black Friday'' by Tom Odell. I honestly wasn't sure whether to carry this on, write a part two or just keep it at this. I decided to post it now to see if anyone on here even still reads my stuff.

tw: mention of past abusive relationship, very mild mention of scars, angst + fluff

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Laughter illuminated your face, the room spinning, music filling your senses. Infront of you, Billie dancing cheerfully while she smiled at you. In that moment you knew it was one of those little moments that you wouldn‘t forget. Her perfect blonde curls swaying in synch with her hips, her smile and her laughter filling your heart and her singing causing you to giggle. You were always a lot of things but definitely not one to party. You hated it, the drunk people around, the unnecessary hangover the next morning. But somehow Billie had convinced you.

„Just this once“ she beamed excitedly as she tried to convince you but also convincing your other two lovers, promising one of them could pick you up after and that she wouldn‘t drive, wouldn‘t drink too much and would look after you. Of course you agreed, what other answer could you have given the woman with the beaming smile and excited tapping of her heels and it was worth it, so worth it.

If there was one thing Billie had taught you over the years it was how to have fun. She turned your world upside down, making you experience things you had never experienced before. The medium taught you it was okay not to feel guilty for smiling or showing genuine laughter. Never scolding you for being too loud or embarrassing and never once not in the mood to spend time with you, get out the house with you or spoil you wrotten.

Then there was a certain redhead. Mina, your mina. She taught you what it‘s like to be happy. Billie taught you all the fun parts but Mina showed you true happiness. Quiet moments spent together, eyes meeting at the dinner table, finding a quiet spot in the garden or greenhouse and her reading a book to you. Your heart fills with happiness whenever you get to spend those moments with her. Just like Billie, she never made you feel uncomfortable, never scolded you for asking for things. If you had a bad day, she would take your hand, hold it gently against her cheek and asked what you needed.

„You look so pretty, pretty like the sun“ you whispered, as you sat in Cordelia‘s lap. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, making you feel safe. Delia was your sun, the supreme lit up your world from the start. Often you find it hard to describe her to people or the love you feel for her. But the sun was simply the next best thing. Cordelia is warm, her presence making a room smile and instantly feel safe and comfortable. Her hands always feel warm, instantly making you feel safe. The supreme had taught you what true kindness feels like. To never be ashamed of being too nice or kind to people, whether your loved ones or strangers you would never see again.

„You are so kind my darling“ Delia would tell you after you helped one of the new girls in the academy get settled, no time or effort ever too much for you.

Their love for you was something you couldn‘t grasp til this day. To be loved by three beautiful, kind and powerful women at the same time felt like a jackpot to you, one you didn‘t deserve.

„I‘m so selfish“ you think to yourself as you look in the mirror. Your own thoughts pulling you back into reality. Despite their best efforts the self doubts never quite stopped. Despite being told it was okay to have bad days.

As Wilhemina enters the livingroom, she finds the usual picture in front of her. The coven finally quiet after a busy day, Cordelia reading and grading things, her laptop tucked in her lap. Billie scrolling on her phone while also glancing at the tv from time to time. Despite being busy doing their own things, the two blondes had a blanket around their shoulders, sharing it and occasionally exchanging loving glances and soft gentle kisses.

Usually however, you would be part of this. Wrapped in between them or next to one of them. The biggest beaming smile painting your face as you see Mina, knowing she prefers the coven quiet and also having her work for the day finished.

Today you didn‘t sit there. No beaming happy smile. „Where‘s my little one?“ she asks which causes Cordelia to smile softly. „She hasn‘t really been around since going out to do the shopping earlier“. the supreme explains, the smallest bit of concern lacing her voice but deep down remembering Billie‘s words from earlier, telling her you would be fine and are probably just tired and having a nap.

You are still standing in-front of the mirror as Wilhemina makes her way up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Staring at yourself, feeling emptiness, while your head is filled with all sorts of thoughts and flashbacks.

„Little one?“ the redhead asks after entering the room, having knocked before with no reply as your thoughts completely blocked out your surroundings before. However, her gentle voice and the tapping of her cane, walking towards you, pulls you right back into reality.

„Sorry Mina“ you smile and walk towards her, shaking off your thoughts and mustering up your best smile. The woman scans you for a moment before one of her hands makes it‘s way to your cheek. „Are you alright?“ she asks gently.

Your eyes try to go anywhere but meet her brown eyes, however it was inevitable. Mina always knew when something wasn‘t the way it should be. And your eyes definitely spoke. Delia was the better one at getting things out of you but over the years Mina had learned how to make you trust her, never pressure you and accepting honesty if you didn‘t want to talk about it as long as you didn‘t hide, didn’t lie. That had always been the deal.

„I saw him today, at the shops“ you almost whisper. Your words take a moment for her to register before her demeanor changes. Anger washes over her face before she reaches out a hand to hold yours. „What happened?“ she asks, trying to stay calm.

You explain to the redhead how nothing actually happened and while he tried to talk to you, he didn‘t actually do anything. You might have left out the part where he said some unnecessary things as you knew it would anger and trouble the redhead. Mina tries her hardest to comfort you as she faces an inner battle. She hated him, ever since Cordelia had found out what your ex boyfriend had done to you, physically and emotionally she had trouble not to go out looking for him. She could never understand how someone could treat you this way. Despite Wilhemina‘s past being filled with abuse and hatred, she could never accept that happening to you, her little one and her everything.

„Is there something I can do, little one?“ she asks with a gentle smile. „A book, some tea, a bath?“ she offers, having slowly learnt those things from Cordelia after having to learn herself what could give her comfort in moments of sadness or overwhelming emotions.

After thinking for a moment, you decide for the bath but reassure her that she didn‘t need to run it for you. You feel like having some quiet and being able to process the flashbacks alone. Wilhemina agrees, only after making you promise you would let either of them know if you needed company or anything at all.

As you sit in the bathtub, a while later, adding some of the camomile and lavender bath set that Cordelia had gotten you for your last birthday, you take some deep breaths, trying to calm down, forget about the whole thing. „You‘re so weak, selfish for telling her, it‘s pathetic“ the little voice in your head quickly reminds you. Still burnt into your brain, after he had put all those things into your head years ago. Despite years of healing with your three girlfriends, it didn’t take a lot for the voice to come and haunt you again.

Cordelia‘s thoughts are interrupted as she hears the tapping of Wilhemina‘s cane. She always knew what each tap meant, normal content Wilhemina, nervous Mina, angry Mina. And this was definitely concern and anger reflected in the slightly faster taps than usual. Instantly she puts her laptop and work aside before her eyes meet Wilhemina‘s as she finally enters the room.

„Whats wrong?“ Billie asks, also knowing by now what this expression means. „She saw him today at the shops“ the redhead states coldly but her voice filled with anger. Cordelia immediately stands up, inviting Wilhemina to sit down before calming her down a bit and giving her the chance to explain.

„I thought he was gone“ Billie snaps after the redhead finishes explaining what you had told her not that long ago. „I thought you placed a protection spell around her“ Billie snaps at Cordelia. The supreme explains calmly how that doesn‘t apply to meeting him by coincidence in a shop. „I‘m gonna go up and check on her“ the supreme announces.

Meanwhile you pull your knees closer to you, hugging them. ,,I want a better body, better skin'' you think to yourself, the voice still having the upper hand. The warm water was meant to help make you feel less shaken, the smell of the bath salts making you feel calmer. However it wasn‘t helping. The words of abuse, cycle in your head over and over again like a broken record. Suddenly the tiny scars that Cordelia healed and fixed visible again.

As the supreme approaches the bathroom your thoughts replay in her mind. Being the most powerful witch, Cordelia usually has the ability to keep her clairvoyance controlled. The ability to read other's thoughts. However, with you, Billie and Wilhemina sometimes her magic alerted her of something needing to be adressed or needing the supreme's attention. Your words pain the woman as she takes a deep breath standing in front of the bathroom door.

,,Darling?'' she knocks gently, pulling you out of your thoughts. ,,Yes Delia?'' you ask before she replies if she may enter. You think about it for a moment, not really wanting her to see you in a state like this but also knowing she would be worried if you refused. ,,Sure'' you simply reply before she enters. She gives you a gentle smile as she closes the door and approaches you. As your girlfriend kneels down beside the bathtub, you get a sense of her perfume, reminding you of her, of home.

Both of you sit in silence for a moment before her brown eyes meet yours. That's all it took for your chin to wobble and your eyes betraying you, tears rolling down your cheeks. ,,Oh darling'' she whispers before taking your cold hands into her warm ones. Your eyes reflect sadness but also the silent ask for help, for Delia to take over and as soon as she notices, she simply nods, telling you it's going to be okay.

Gentle sunshine Cordelia takes over, helping you finish your bath, drying you off, drying your hair for you and braiding it. She put you in one of her pyjamas before sitting you down on the bed, positioning herself behind you and wrapping her arms around you. Her head rests on your shoulders and her blonde hair falls on your face, taking in the smell of her shampoo, also reminding you of home and helping you to feel a bit calmer.

,,Do you think they are okay?'' Billie asks, still sitting in the living room with Wilhemina. The redhead takes a moment to think before assuring ,,I'm sure they are, otherwise Cordelia would have let us know''. Billie sighs slightly in annoyance. Part of her simply missing your presence as she hasn't seen you most of the day, another part of her annoyed that she couldn't help like Mina had done prior and now Cordelia. The redhead sitting next to her, senses her annoyance and despite not having the magic ability to read minds, knowing exactly what the medium was thinking.

,,How about you take some tea up to the bedroom? I'm sure that would be helpful'' she smiles gently at Billie. The mediums heart fills with warmth, knowing moments like these are exactly the reason she had fallen for the redhead. She agrees and excitedly waddles off to the kitchen. Mina smiling warmly, as she walks away, her heels tapping on the marble floor.

Meanwhile all your thoughts and emotions had spilled out of you. Delia right there, catching every single tear, listening to every word, making you feel safe and keeping you comfortable. She makes you feel valid with every single thing you say, slowly replacing the voice in your head, with her soft one, reminding you that you are none of those things. ,,I wanna be happy Delia'' you mumble through tears. ,,Do you think you can show me how it's done?'' you carry on. The blonde fights back her own tears, your statement causing for her heart to ache. ,,Of course my darling'' she whispers, pulling you onto her lap, as you rest your head on her chest.

The room is quiet for a while, your tears finally stopped, the only thing to be heard, Delia's heartbeat as you still rested on her chest. A gentle knock interrupts the silence. ,,Come in'' Delia softly says. As the door opens, you open your eyes and see Billie walk in, carrying a little tray with some cups and a teapot. ,,Um- I made some tea for you'' she announces anxiously. Delia smiles softly before looking down to see your face. She walks closer, placing the tray on one of the bedside tables before smiling at you and turning around to leave.

,,Billie?'' you whisper softly and she instantly turns around. ,,Yes babydoll?'' she asks as her eyes lock with yours. ,,Why is there only two cups?'' you ask confused. A bright smile fills her features as Delia smiles proudly. ,,I'll get some more'' she happily announces. ,,Could you ask Mina to come up as well please?'' you ask, your voice sounding small. ,,Of course sweetie'' she smiles softly before leaving for a moment. Delia presses a gentle kiss to your head before whispering ,,I'm so proud of you sweetheart''.

A couple of hours had passed, four tea cups now empty on the nightstand, the air filled with the smell of lavender. You are cuddled up in the middle of the bed. Delia to your right, Mina and Billie to your left. Their soft comfortable presence eventually made you fall asleep, feeling safe in their presence. ,,Do you think she's going to be okay?'' Billie asks after a while. Mina's hand finds hers under the blanket holding it tightly. ,,She will be just fine my love'' Delia replies confidently.

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awritersometime · 2 months

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Can't hide you the truth

Wilhemina Venable x reader

I've got no warnings for this os, it's essentially fluff and a bit silly. I wrote it down using these two prompts "Please, stay on the phone with me." & "Stop telling me you're fine." I've been watching a lot of Modern Family recently, so it's not exactly angsty as one would expect. I hope it's decent anyway. Lemme know <3

It was the third time that I tried to reach out to her, but no answer. I know I shouldn't worry, but it wasn't like her to avoid my calls, especially if insistent. I start thinking about every little scenarios, from the worst to the least worst, with my mind focusing on the first ones obviously. What if she isn't feeling well? Maybe I did something bad without noticing? Could be? I quickly check the date on my phone, think a couple of seconds and no, it wasn't neither our anniversary nor any other special date worth remembering. I squint my eyes in thought. What was happening, then?

I tighten my grip on the wheel and let out a long sigh. On top of all of this, I'm stuck in the traffic, and visibility is partially limited due to the light haze covering the surroundings. I groan, after waiting a couple of extra minutes, "Siri, call Mina, again." I'd have tried to reach out to her on and on if I had to. I silently beg that she answers me, counting each second passing inside my head. In the meantime, I turn on the heating, because my fingers are getting cold due to their stillness on the wheel.

Finally, she answers. When I hear her voice, murmuring a soft "hi, little one", I let out a long breath, I didn't know I was holding. "Mina, hi! I've tried calling you for a while, is everything okay?", I wonder aloud, "Also, I'm stuck in traffic, " I make a face, "I go at a snail's pace if you're wondering and-", I stop a moment, realizing that, as per usual, I'm speaking on and on without giving my girlfriend the opportunity to answer any of my questions. I hear a faint chuckle from her part, when I mutter a faint, "Sorry."

"I was taking a shower, sweetheart, that's why I didn't answer," I frown at the sound of her voice, that appears to be a bit off, tired maybe... but also, kind of restrained. Normally she would tease me, use one of her sarcastic jokes to tell me how silly I am, but none today. "Are you sure it's just that?" It's not that I don't believe her. On the contrary, it's essentially because I do, that I believe there is more to it she isn't saying. Plus, she normally waits for me to take a shower, because it's our thing. One of the moments we share to enjoy the intimacy of one another. Each and every time she reminds me how much she loves to lather and rinse my hair, occasionally leaving sloppy kisses here and there on my skin. Her hands make my stomach flip and my head fly into outer space.

I avert my gaze from the street ahead of me to the phone, tempted to activate the camera, when she hums without giving me a verbal response. "Wilhemina...", I insist, in a sing song tone. She knows that when I use her full name, I'm either concerned or mad. I hope she knows it's not the latter. "Y/n...", she mimics my tone, probably wriggling her eyebrows too. I can't immediately tell if it's an attempt to take the edge off or not. Truth is, she gets particularly annoyed when I insist on asking her how she feels. I've learned to know that the last thing she wants is to feel a burden to me. It doesn't matter how many times I tell her she could never be, that my asking is simply a way to show her I love her. Yet it still doesn't stick in that stubborn head of hers for some reason.

"We have been on the phone for ten minutes and you haven't made any sexual innuendo yet," I point out. I start worrying for real, when she doesn't even chuckle at that. Perhaps, she has a bad back pain? Or maybe those dickheads at work did something bad to her? I need answers or I'll go crazy, "Little one, how many times do I have to tell you I'm fine to make you believe it?", I can tell she is trying to use a more cheerful tone, but it breaks my heart that after all this time she still tries to hide from me. I sigh tiredly, as i slowly massage the root of my nose, "we can continue for all the time you want, or you can just tell me the truth," considering I move at the pace of an ant carrying ten thousand times its weight, I let my guard down and rest my chin over my arm.

I don't hear her tapping her cane, so I suppose she is sitting somewhere, or maybe she is lying down. She normally would have after an answer like that, but purposefully avoids what I just said, to ask, "Are you still long away? Where are you precisely?", her voice seems to crack a bit when she pronounces her second question. Or maybe it's only my imagination considering she insists on saying she is fine. I blink softly, still taking a mental note on that. "Uhm," I look around me, before answering, "I'm pretty close. If it wasn't for this traffic, I'd be there in five minutes at max. I just passed the florist on the 14th street, " I inform her and she hums. I can almost hear her breathing through the phone. It's like she is clinging to it, keeping it super close to her ear. I can almost see her frowning, her slow blinking.

If the camera was on, I'm sure I'd recognize it in a split second. "Mina...", I voice out softly, "are you in pain, love?", she takes a while to respond, giving me the further proof I didn't need. Yet, she decides to keep lying to me. "No, of course not, why would you think that?"she says flatly. As she speaks I shake my head in slow motion, without beliving a single word that is coming out of her. "Babe...", a bitter smile cracks my lips. I'm hurt honestly, but I push past that pain to focus on hers, "I told you, I'm-", "Stop telling me you're fine." I interrupt her, my voice laced with urgency and deep care. I'm pretty sure she's just rolled her eyes at me now, which puts a brief smile on my face. Wilhemina can be the most stubborn woman in the whole world, when she tries.

I lost count of all the times I reminded her that hiding, lying, pretending serve no good in a committed relationship like ours. It's okay to ask for help. It's okay to be in pain and tell your girlfriend about it. There is no shame in it, but Wilhemina is still so proud to let go to such vulnerabilities without a little fight. "Do you want me to lie to you?", I scoff and say, "You're already doing that, that's why I'd like you to stop," I grin softly, when I hear her groan on the other side of the phone.

Without noticing the car before me has come to an halt. I almost bump into it, but I manage to help it by hitting the brake by force the very last minute. My car boings off a bit and as consequence I bounce on the seat, "Woah, shit!", I curse under my breath, but loud enough for Wilhemina to hear. "Y/n? What happened?", she questions, her voice an octave higher, "Are you alright?", I can't help but melt at her caring tone, "Yeah, all good, still alive unluckily for ya, " a hint of a smile graces upon my lips, when she scoffs and calls me imprudent for getting distracted while driving.

I know how much she hates it when I multitask while on the road, but in my defense, she is giving me enough reason to worry about her with all those unnecessary mysteries. "You should keep your eyes on the street, little one. We can talk once-" I don't let her finish, letting out a loud and urgent, "No!", instead. I sigh and move my finger over my smartphone to activate the camera. When she can see me but in return I'm still facing a black screen, I snort again, "I mean it- I will not let you change the topic, Mina," nothing changes yet. "Can I see my girlfriend or should I speak to a black screen?", I pout and she hums in thought, "Come on!", I insist.

"I'd very much prefer you focused on driving, little one," she says as I hear her sigh, and slowly shift position. Something tells me she was lying down by the sound of the sheets moving underneath her. Now she is sitting up, I'm sure, "Please, stay on the phone with me," I whine, displaying my infallible, fine as hell, pickle lips. I hear a faint chuckle from her. She is probably shaking her head too. I'm dying to kiss that face once I'm back home, "Besides, I can multitask," I add to prove my point. I hear her click her tongue in response, a clear sign she doesn't agree with me, "Like that time you tried to make french toasts and record the episodes of 'Orange is the new Black'?", she teases and I gasp in shock. Each and every time, she uses that story against me to prove a point. "Stop using that story! It's as old as the birth of Rome!"

She chuckles, "It doesn't make it less efficient, though," she retorts making me snort, "If you don't turn on the camera right now I'll scream," I'm playing all the cards at my disposal now, and this one beyond my wild expectations works, "Fine! I wouldn't want to arrange your funeral for bumping into a car that goes about eight miles per hour," I squint my eyes towards her and fake a chuckle. When I finally see her, a sense of guilt rushes over me. She looks... exhausted. Her soft red locks, loose on the shoulders, are still partially damp from the shower. Her eyes looks weary, not fully open either, probably because they carry a mild headache along with the back pain. Her lips, however, are stretched in a placid smile. It feels like she is trying to force some vibrancy out of her. But she doesn't have to, especially when she isn't in the mood. I wish she knew.

"It's the back, isn't it?", I say tentatively and she simply gives me a nod of her head. "m' sorry. I'm almost there, alright?", she cracks a smile, ready to diminish her pain, but I hear none of that, "I'll take care of dinner when I come back. Lie down on the left side, I remember it's the position that is most comfortable to you, then uhm— medicine's in my bedside drawer," I continue, remembering to having put a tin of pills there. She raises an eyebrow at that, "Should I run to the drugstore to get you anything else?", if it wasn't for Wilhemina, I'd probably never stop rambling, especially when it comes to her, "Y/n, for the love of God, just relax," there is some strictness in her tone, that makes me obey like a puppy to her owner.

"I'm a big girl. I don't need a babysitter doing things for me," I know she doesn't mean to be harsh with me. It's the pain speaking for her. Instead of answering to the provocation, I simply smile at her, "Oh I know, you certainly don't need a babysitter, but I do, look--" I point out at the greenish spot on my once white and immaculate blouse, "I stained it with the avocado cream," I feel like coming back to life when her eyes soften and she lets out a quiet, low chuckle, while shaking her head, "Why am I not surprised?", she hums amusedly, and I stick my tongue out at her in response. "Have you been working like that all day long?", she wonders in disbelief, while I nod solemnly, "Yep, ma'am," I say, popping the "p" childishly, "Add the laundry to the list of things you have to do once you come back," she teases and I giggle softly, "Fist things first," I say, with a wink.

"Oh, I wonder what those would be?", I pretend to think a couple of seconds, before saying, "Kissing my girlfriend for a start, brushing her hair, giving her a massage, make her some tea, kissing her again--", Mina hardly stifles a laugh and says, "Alright, fine, I got it. Get your ass over here, I've waited long enough," I nibble on my bottom lip as I recognize the familiar twinkle in her eyes. "Oh, my, my, looks like I've arrived," I chant and before we know it I find myself stopping the car right in front of our house. She smiles and a light blush comes coloring her cheeks, "At last," she mutters, looking at me with nothing but pure love in the eyes.

#american horror story #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #writing prompts #sarah paulson images #wilhemina venable #cute and fluffy #wlw

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nightlyteaandpaper · 9 months

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I said this once and I will say this a million times over: I HATE that all of SJM's BIg Bads are sexual predators, and ALL the good people are victims of SA.

It feels like a "gotcha" card. Like, "Whoop, you want trauma, we got the worst kind. You can have the worst kind, you can have the worst kind, and you can have the worst kind of trauma." I know, in reality, this happens to women all the time, but there was no reason why Hyburn has to be creepy in a sexual way. Just making that guy a sadistic murderer would have been fine enough.

"Oh, but it makes it so much more interesting," I don't believe you because everyone has the same backstory. None of these people came from decent families. ALL the males in their lives are horrible abusers, and everyone, including random men, wants to touch them (in regard to the women.) There was no reason why Ianthe had to be a sexual predator.

Make her a cheater. Make her be the one who would sleep her way to the top IF you wanted to go there. Make her a Pick Me.

Why are all SJM's men in her novels horrible except the main male love interest? Why are the women jealous? All of them can't be that way. They just...they just can't. If I wanted to see reality in his book, I would have just stepped outside. Why did Taquin's sister have to be jealous of Feyre?

Feyre literally had NOTHING for her to be jealous of. Tarquin's sister was a literal princess. Pretty as all get-out. And Feyre...probably a wet poodle, lost and afraid. Tarquin's sister comes off as vain, so why does she think Feyre is a threat?

#writing #love story #books & libraries #rhysand acotar #acomaf #acotar #acosf #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti feyre #indie author #anti sjm #sjm #sarah j maas #acotar fandom #fanfic #anti acotar

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urlocalmilfloverr · 8 months

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Misunderstanding | c.g

Summary ~ "do you still love me?"

Warnings ~ none ^^

Read more on ~ wattpad or Ao3

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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"

#american horror story #ahsfx #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #sarah paulson #sarah paulson characters #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader #fem reader #fanfic writing #wattpad #ao3 writer

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mdemn · 3 months

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not to get on my women of mafia deserved better soapbox but i almost wish the devs wouldn’t have given sarah a personality at all vs them giving her all these hints at one

#i will elaborate in these tags but if interested i am not above writing extensively about sarah #like its SOOO clear she’s respected by EVERYONE in game. and in the 30s to be respected as a woman..? she’s done something to get that way #paulie speaks about her in a way that feels like he’s heard so many stories and rumors of sarah. like the way he speaks about luigi almost #let me stop bc i will ramble unprovoked in here for god knows how long #I AM JUST . CHEWING ON THE MARINOS #mde #sarah angelo #sarah marino #post: personal

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mirananananan · 8 months

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soooooo......will anyone mind if i continue the modern sarah & ellie sisters au without any context or background?

#i have SO MANY THOUGHTS about what could have happened to set up this verse #i just dont want to write anything serious tbh #just domestic fluff and good vibes #sisterly content if you will #bc sarah and ellie are lowkey very me and my little sister coded #but of course my brain is like ORIGIN STORY HOW DID THIS FAMILY END UP LIKE THIS #i am suspending my own disbelief to make this work ok #fic writing #also the desire to include canonical elements is STRONG #i'm holding back and just using the characterizations

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My first Februfluff fic for @monthly-challenge! For the prompt "sharing food" I FINALLY finished a Valiant fic. It's three chapters long over on AO3 (and technically the food sharing doesn't happen until the last chapter, but it's close enough) but they're pretty short, and you can also read the full thing under the cut!

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The police were already there when he pulled into the Reggen family estate’s driveway. Technically, Federal Marshalls weren’t first responders, but Galen had been called anyway. It was his family who lived here, after all— and his CI who was involved in the incident, allegedly.

As he strode towards the front door, flashing his badge to the cop who moved to stop him, Galen could already hear Eldin shouting. “This is unacceptable— I am not allowing some deceptive criminal to stay in my house and endanger our family!”

There was a response in a lower voice— Lissa, Galen guessed— and Eldin let out a laugh that bordered on hysterical. “Not her fault? Oh, no, how could it be? She only CHALLENGED AN ENTIRE GANG!”

Galen located the source of the noise— the study, which he still thought of as Torren’s even after he’d been gone for a few years now— and pushed the door open. Eldin was standing behind the desk, face flushed red with frustration, and Lissa stood before him, her face set impassively. They both looked up at his arrival.

“About time,” Eldin snapped, glaring at him. “Our home is under assault, and it’s your little criminal’s fault, Verras.”

It took a bit of a struggle to keep his face impassive, avoiding the grimace he felt. Eldin was far from his most reasonable at the moment, and this situation was going to be hard to deal with. “I heard there was an incident,” Galen said, his voice steady.

“Someone drove by and threw a brick through the window,” Lissa said. Her voice was far less hysterical than Eldin’s, but still a little unsteady as she continued, “The brick has the Duke’s symbol on it.”

“Which means it’s a message,” Eldin said, folding his arms and scowling. “And that message says that we’re being endangered by that Gramton girl and her brat.”

Don’t lash out. Stay calm, you know it won’t help. “Saville is in danger, too,” Galen said, keeping his voice low and reasonable. “You can’t just throw her out into the street, there’s too much at stake here. She’s our best weapon against them—”

“She’s a liability, and I want her GONE!”

“Eldin—”

Jabbing a finger at him, Eldin said, “Don’t you DARE try and convince us, Marshal Verras. She’s leaving TONIGHT and that’s final.”

“If you throw her out, someone could come after her—”

“I don’t care, so long as it doesn’t happen in our house! We are the victims here, you realize!”

Galen loved his cousin, he truly did. But there were times when he almost wanted to take him by the shoulders and shout at him. Didn’t he see that Saville was in danger of far more than bricks through the window?

But she had yet to flinch, even after facing down gang leaders and his cousins and the AUSA, Leymonn. She’d been terrified, Galen could see that much. But despite all of it, she’d stood strong and fierce, protecting Will and herself.

He admired it. Maybe more so than he should have.

“Well?” Eldin’s sharp tone cut through Galen’s thoughts. “Are you going to do something about her? Or should I call Leymonn, see what he thinks we should do with her?”

No. If Leymonn got involved, Saville would wind up on the streets, or worse. Galen glanced at Lissa, hoping to find an ally there. But her gaze was lowered. Which means it’s up to me.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “I’ll handle it. Where is she?”

I could hear the shouting from all the way upstairs, in the small room I’d been given when Marshal Verras brought Will and I to the Reggen’s home. Pressing my lips together, I tried hard not to scowl, to push down the fury I felt twisting in my chest.

It wasn’t as if I’d ever been a particularly welcome guest here. Eldin had treated me with uneasy dislike, and his attorney friend Leymonn with open disdain. Lissa had, after a little while, become more civil with me, but we were far from becoming best friends. The brick through the window had been the last straw, and Eldin had demanded Will and I leave before the police had even arrived.

So here I was. Shoving clothes into the ancient suitcase I’d carried with me when we had left. Trying not to think about everything at once— where we would go, what would happen next, how soon the Duke’s men would catch up with us.

“Sir?”

My eyes moved up to where Will was sitting on the bed. He’d been given his own room, but snuck into my room to curl up with a few blankets on the rug next to it almost every night. He’d been sleeping there when we’d both been jolted awake by screeching tires, shattering glass, and the sound of Eldin shouting.

He’d stayed upstairs while I went down to deal with the situation, but I knew he’d had to hear the yelling. And with me packing, he knew what was going on.

“Where are we going to go?” he whispered.

It was a good question. A question I wished I could answer properly, or at the very least, protect him from. But Will was far too smart for me to lie to. “We can’t go back to the shop,” I told him. “It’s being watched, by the Duke’s men and by the marshals. I have a little money, so we might be able to afford a hotel room.”

I hoped, at least. If there wasn’t enough, we might find ourselves sleeping on a park bench, and I had a very hard time believing the Duke would let us last the night somewhere so vulnerable. If only I could keep him safe. If only I could keep both of us safe. If only I didn’t have to. Sky above, it was getting hard to stand up to everything coming my way.

There was a small part of me, a part that I could never entertain for long, that wished someone else could be strong for me. That someone would come along and protect us. But I knew better. I would have to protect both myself and Will, whatever it took.

“Go get your things,” I told him quietly.

Will got to his feet, looking a little less nervous than he had before. But I knew him well enough to see that he was still scared. And, if I was being honest, I was too.

Enough of that, I told myself. Now’s not the time for honesty, if it makes things worse. Now is the time to grit your teeth and get it done, because no one is going to do it for you.

As Will slipped out of my room, I caught the sound of a familiar baritone downstairs, cutting through Eldin’s yelling. It was too low for me to make out the words, but I knew who it was. Marshal Verras had arrived on the scene. Which meant he was probably going to try and convince Will and I to stay, and I’d have none of that.

We may have been protected from the Duke and his men here, but we weren’t safe. Not really, with Leymonn skulking in and out all week, making sly comments about Will and trying to leverage me into agreeing to things.

Eldin and Lissa may have been hard to deal with, but Leymonn was far worse. He didn’t scare me— his power did, and what he might do with it.

So I was leaving, and so was Will, and that was that. Gathering myself, I collected the last of my things in the room— a jacket hanging over the end of the bedstead. The puzzle box that Marshal Verras had given Will to play with. The shirt of Will’s I’d been mending, which I tucked into her suitcase— and headed for the door.

Will was waiting for me outside my door, his backpack over one shoulder. Together, we headed for the door for the stairs that led down to the main level. I clutched her suitcase in one hand, slipping my jacket around my shoulders.

I pulled open the door, and came face to face with Marshal Verras.

He looked only mildly surprised to see Will and I. His gaze moved from me to the suitcase in my hand to Will, then back to me.

Lifting my chin, I said, “We’re not staying here.”

To my surprise, he nodded. “No, you’re not. You and Will are coming with me.”

I only hesitated a minute before following him, down the stairs and into the main hall. There were a handful of police there, some of them interviewing Eldin and Lissa. Several of them looked up as the three of us entered.

“My car is out front,” Marshal Verras told me quietly, passing me the keys. “Go wait for me there, alright?” A smile twitched across his face, and he added, “Try not to take off without me.”

I found myself almost smiling in response, remembering the day I’d tried to escape the Reggen’s house by breaking into his car. I’d almost made it, but he’d been there, and convinced me to stay, that it would be safer for Will and I. I’d been frustrated at the time, but had known, as I did now, that he was looking out for us. “I won’t,” I said.

Will and I slipped out the door just as Eldin started demanding to know what was going on. I could hear arguing erupt as we headed to Marshal Verras’s car, but I didn’t look back. Instead, I unlocked it, slipped into the backseat with Will, and waited.

He came out of the house roughly ten minutes later, looking tired, with a slightly grim set to his mouth. But when he opened his door and dropped into the driver’s seat, he glanced back at the two of us and quietly said, “I’ll bring you somewhere safe for the night. We can talk about everything else tomorrow.”

“Alright,” I said. There were a thousand different questions bouncing around her head. But I was so tired, and so was Will— he was already nodding off against my shoulder. So I kept my questions inside for now, and passed Marshal Verras his car keys.

The car drive passed in a blur of back roads and headlights. I found myself nearly nodding off on a few occasions, and by the time we pulled up to a large house, I could scarcely keep my eyes open.

Rubbing at them viciously, I turned to Will, only to find him fast asleep. Wincing, I moved to wake him up, but Marshal Verras held up a hand, stopping me.

“I’ve got him,” he whispered, passing me his keys again. “You get the door.”

Dimly, I knew there was something that a far less tired version of me should be connecting about all this, but at the moment, all I cared about was finding a bed. The Duke himself could show up and I would ignore him in favor of curling up under some blankets.

So I took the keys and made my way to the front door. Marshal Verras followed after unbuckling Will, then picking him up, carefully resting his head against his shoulder.

He was so gentle with him, so cautiously unlike his usual stern, grave exterior. It caught at me, making my heart stutter, just a little. Hastily, I turned my gaze to the door.

It took me a few minutes to find the right key, but when I finally did the door swung open to a dark house. Marshal Verras took the lead, heading for a nearby flight of stairs, and I followed him to a set of doors.

Fumbling for a moment, he managed to push the door open, revealing a bedroom. Two beds took up most of the space, with a table between them and a dresser on the far side near the window. After carefully lowering Will onto one of the beds, Marshal Verras turned to me. “I assumed you would want to share, so that Will didn’t get confused,” he said, keeping his voice low.

“Yes— thank you,” I said, wishing I could put my gratitude in my voice properly. We were safe and together and far away from both the Duke and the Reggen’s. Nothing I could say would really cover all that I felt.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Get some rest, Saville. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

The door shut behind him with a quiet click, and I found myself alone, swaying on my feet. Pausing only to pull a blanket over Will, I moved to the other bed and collapsed, my eyes flickering shut almost immediately.

My sleep was deep and peaceful, without any real dreams. I wasn’t quite sure how much time had passed before I jolted awake, disoriented. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. And the events of the night before began to piece themselves together in my head.

Sitting up, I held back a yawn as I took a better look at the room. The sunlight streaming in through the window and lighting up the pale blue walls told me that it was late, but not too late. Will was still curled up under his blanket, breathing steadily.

Seeing him peaceful and calm eased a tension I hadn’t even fully realized I was carrying around. I wished, not for the first time, that I hadn’t dragged him into all of this. That Will could be safe.

He’s safe here, now, I reminded myself. He’s away from Leymonn, and the longer that lasts, the better.

Although that did bring up the question of where here was. Even as I thought it, however, I was fairly certain I knew. We were at Marshal Verras’s house. It was the only place he could have conceivably brought us under such short notice.

It shouldn’t have been strange— but it was, a little. More than just strange, though, it meant he’d found yet another way to help me, to protect both of us. I owed this man more than I’d ever be able to pay back.

There has to be something I can do for him, though. To thank him, even in a small way. I thought for a minute, then got up from my bed.

Stopping next to Will’s bed, I knelt down beside him, brushing his hair back from his eyes gently. His eyes flickered open, and he whispered sleepily, “Sir? Are we safe?”

“We are,” I told him, my heart aching a little. “I’m going to go downstairs to make some breakfast. I won’t be far, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Will mumbled, his eyes already drifting shut again. I watched him for another moment, then rose to head downstairs.

It became apparent the minute I left my room that this wasn’t exactly a small house. It was far from the mansion-like quality of the Reggen’s house— which made sense. Their family had founded this town, after all— but it was far larger than me and my family had ever owned.

It was certainly fancy, but understated enough that I didn’t feel overwhelmed. It felt more natural and lived in than Eldin and Lissa’s— stacks of books on side tables, newspapers and files here and there, along with a few empty cups.

It took me a few minutes to locate the kitchen. It was large, but painted in warm shades of yellow and orange that didn’t seem to match Marshal Verras at all. As I rummaged through a few cupboards, I wondered if someone else lived here, or if it was just him. He hadn’t mentioned much about his family, other than the fact that Eldin and Lissa were his cousins, and I hadn’t noticed a ring. Did he have a girlfriend?

Was it strange that I hoped he didn’t?

I pushed away the thought firmly, and returned to searching for the ingredients I needed. I was a decent cook, when I needed to be, and one of the recipes I knew I’d mastered was pancakes. The very least I could do, at this point, was make breakfast for Marshal Verras.

It was such a little thing, and he’d done so much more to protect Will and I. He’d wrangled Eldin and Lissa, convincing them to let us stay because we would be safe there. He’d figured out the paperwork to keep them from taking Will back into the system, he’d faced off with Leymonn more times than I could count. This was very literally the least I could do.

I did her best to be quiet as I assembled my ingredients and pulled out a frying pan, knowing that Will— and probably our host— was still sleeping. But something, be it the clattering of the bowls or pans, or the sound of me moving around, must have disturbed him, because he appeared just as I was pouring the batter onto the pan, carrying his handgun. He lowered it the minute he saw me.

“Saville?” he blinked at me, looking disoriented. This was the first time I’d seen him not totally put together, I realized. His tie and jacket were gone, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair was sticking every which way. It was almost endearing, and I had to hold back a smile.

His gaze traveled from me, to the frying pan and the bowl of batter next to it, and back to me. “What are you doing?”

“Making us breakfast, of course,” I said.

Galen didn’t think of himself as a man who was often caught off guard. But when he woke up and found Saville Gramton making pancakes in his kitchen, that surprised him.

“Breakfast?” he said slowly, eyebrows traveling upwards.

Saville nodded. “Yes. Breakfast. I assume you’re familiar with the concept.”

Letting out a snort of amusement, Galen slid his weapon back into the holster strapped to his chest, switching the safety back on as he did so. “I am,” he said, “but that doesn’t explain— how did you find everything?”

“I looked,” Saville told him, pouring out another measuring cup full of pancake batter. It hit the pan with a satisfying sizzle, the smell of cooking pancakes rising through the air. ��Your kitchen is a lot better organized than your office.”

“I don’t use it as much,” Galen said. “Why don’t you let me take care of that?”

“I’ve got it,” she said, directing a frown at him as he started to open his mouth to tell her that he didn’t mind, that she should get some rest, that the idea of cooking for her was actually very appealing. (Well. He probably wasn’t going to add the last part, true though it was.) “If you want, you can make some coffee.”

Coffee sounded like an excellent idea, and Galen moved over to the coffee pot to get started. As he filled the filter with coffee grounds, he glanced at her again. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“It was the least I could do,” she said, flipping one of the pancakes. “And someone had to do it.”

“I would have.”

“I know. But…” she paused before glancing up at him with one of her direct, honest looks. “You’ve done so much. For Will and I. This is one small thing I can do to repay you.”

“Oh.” Galen felt himself flush a little, which shouldn’t be surprising. She’d turned out to have that effect on him, with her unabashed stubbornness and honesty— and he was pretty sure she enjoyed it. “Thank you. It’s not necessary, but thank you. I’m just doing my job.”

“In that case, I take it back.” A half-smirk crossed her face briefly, and she added, “In fact, I’m sorry. I’ll throw your serving out now, then.”

“I accept your apology,” Galen said, and she looked up at him, so startled that he couldn’t hold back his smile anymore. And for just a moment, her smile matched his.

But then she glanced back down hastily, and the moment was gone. “I need some plates.”

“Right,” Galen said, a thread of remorse pulling at his heart, though he couldn’t say why. Just that it had been nice to have a moment, just the two of them laughing at an inside joke. That it was nice to be able to smile and see her smile, in the face of such things as they were dealing with.

Turning, he opened one of the nearby cupboards and started pulling out plates. He’d barely gotten them to the counter when there was a clatter and a cry of pain.

“Saville!” Galen spun around, concern flashing through his chest at the sight of Saville wincing, her hand cradled against her chest. The spatula she’d been using lay on the stovetop.

Crossing the room, he said, “Are you alright? Let me see.”

“I’m fine,” she said, her voice tight as she waved him off. “My hand slipped— it’s just a burn.”

“At least let me take care of these while you run it under cold water,” Galen told her. She gave a quick nod, crossing the room to the sink.

As she turned on the tap, Galen picked up the spatula and turned his attention to the pancakes. Flipping one, he slid the other two onto the plate he’d set nearby, and grabbed the cup, using it to pour more batter onto the pan.

He kept his gaze focused on his task, but he could hear Saville moving near the sink, and a few seconds later the tap shut off. Her voice came a second later. “I can take over now, Marshal Verras.”

“I’ve got it handled,” Galen told her firmly. He could sense her hovering nearby for a heartbeat, and glanced her way. “I do. Sit down— how’s your hand?”

“It doesn’t really hurt anymore,” she said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “And I don’t mind taking over.”

“I know,” Galen said, deftly flipping another pancake onto a plate. “But I don’t mind either. And I think you should call me Galen. It doesn’t seem right to go around Marshal-ing someone you’re making pancakes with.”

It took a heartbeat before she met his gaze, but she lifted an eyebrow nonetheless. “Marshal-ing?”

“It’s an official term, I’m sure,” he said, smiling. Hoping she’d listen to him. It made sense— they’d known each other long enough, worked together on this case long enough.

And truth be told, he wanted to hear her say his name. Few enough people used his first name, and he knew there would be something special about her saying it, just by the virtue of it being Saville.

“Here,” he said, sliding her a plate with two of the pancakes stacked on it. “Eat.”

Accepting the plate and the fork he handed her a few seconds afterwards, Saville offered him a smile. “Thank you, Marshal Ver— Galen. Thank you, Galen.”

“You’re welcome, Saville.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, Galen stacking pancakes on one of the bigger plates he’d taken down. Saville got up a few minutes later and poured both of them a cup of coffee, adding a single dash of milk to his cup— exactly the way he liked it. He hadn’t known she’d noticed, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

Galen was just adding the final pancake to the now somewhat precarious stack when Will appeared in the kitchen doorway. Yawning and rubbing at his eyes, he surveyed the scene before him. “Is there breakfast?” he asked.

“Right here,” Galen said, offering him a plate with a few pancakes on it. The boy accepted it immediately and took the seat next to Saville.

As he drowned the pancakes in syrup, Saville handed him the fork Galen passed her. “Did you sleep well?” she asked, smoothing down where his hair was sticking up in the back.

“Yeah— thanks for the pancakes, Mr. Verras,” Will said, cutting them into pieces.

“You’re welcome, Will,” Galen said, switching off the stove. Taking another sip of his coffee, he grabbed another plate, and claimed a seat next to Saville.

As she passed him the maple syrup, Will said, “This is a fancy house— whose is it?”

“Mine,” Galen said, covering his pancakes with syrup. “Or, my family’s, really. I grew up here, but when my father retired, he and my mother moved south and left the house to my siblings and I. My brothers had already moved on, so I was the only one who could get much use out of it.”

“It seems a big house to live in all alone,” Saville said, her gaze moving from him to the rest of the kitchen, taking it in in a thoughtful look. He wondered what she saw. So often, she seemed to see things he didn’t, stitch together tiny details that he almost wouldn’t have noticed.

That was why he’d told Leymonn he saw better when he was with her. And it was the truth.

“It is,” he admitted wryly, cutting into his breakfast. The pancakes were just as good as he’d expected, and he took a minute to savor the bite he’d taken before he spoke again. “I feel a little foolish sometimes, living here. But I don’t have to pay any rent, and it’s… it’s home, in a way. I don’t know that I could bring myself to leave. Not until I’m ready, at any rate.”

He saw something like understanding in Saville’s eyes, but before she or Will could speak, the sound of a phone ringing split the air. His phone, Galen realized.

“Excuse me,” he said, rising to his feet and heading out of the kitchen.

He’d left his jacket draped over the back of his chair, and his phone in the pocket. Fishing it out, Galen flipped it open and answered it. “Verras.”

“Good, you’re awake.” Galen recognized the voice on the other end immediately— Anders, another marshal in his department. They weren’t close, but they shared a mutual dislike for Leymonn. “Your cousin showed up and told Leymonn what happened last night, and they’re in rare form. Leymonn’s trying to get in contact with a judge. I don’t know what he’s got up his sleeve, but—”

“But it’s a bad sign,” Galen finished, grimacing. “Thank you, Anders. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Snapping the phone shut, he headed back into the kitchen. Saville and Will looked up at his entrance, and he could see the wariness in Saville’s eyes. “Is something—”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he told her. “But… Leymonn found out about what happened last night. So I need to get into work now, head off anything that he’s planning.”

“Do you need us to come with you?” she asked, already getting to her feet. But Galen shook his head.

“Stay here for now— I’ll be back or call in a few hours. Feel free to make yourself at home— there’s a library a few doors down from my office, and keys to any of the other doors in the house in my desk drawer.” Catching Saville’s gaze, he added, “But please, stay here.”

Saville nodded. “Okay. But call us soon.”

“I will.”

It didn’t take long for Galen to get ready. Throwing on his jacket, he grabbed his car keys and was heading out the door when he stopped. Just for a moment, lingering outside of the kitchen door.

Saville and Will were still sitting there— Will eating and talking, Saville quietly sliding him a napkin as she listened. Her gaze moved to where Galen stood for a minute, and she sent him a smile.

Somehow, that smile sent a little flash of energy through him. He knew the rest of the day was going to be long and tiring, and that battling Leymonn would take up half of it. But that smile helped, more than it should have.

For a minute, he wished he could stay with them. But that was dangerously close to wishing for something that he wasn’t at liberty to want. Not now, not with a woman who was part of a case he was in charge of.

Focus up, Verras, he told himself. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.

He gave himself one last backward glance, then left the house.

#valiant sarah mcguire #saville gramton #galen verras #will (valiant)#king eldin #princess lissa #modern au #this is from the same au as the first and only valiant fic i've ever written btw #tw for death threats and minor injury #writing stories is a kind of magic too #februfluff2024 #februfluff #monthly challenge

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the-girl-not-next-door · 1 year

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I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.

-Sarah Kay

#relationship #love #loving #first love #quote #quotes #stories #writer #writers #writings #couple #couple goals #words #wordporn #spilled ink #happy #happiness #sarah #kay #sarah kay

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tricornonthecob · 3 months

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I reread the latest chapter of ChatterQuill's "The Story Of Us" on ff.net and help I'm obsessed.

#liberty's kids #my art #james hiller #sarah phillips #sarah phillips/james hiller #not my writing #reads fanfic to hype self up to keep writing ATNH chap 4 #ends up doodling instead #story of this week tbh

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morbethgames · 5 days

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New S. Ryder POV Story Up On Patreon

Hey everyone, it’s me again. No chapter update yet, but I am here to say that there’s a POV extra story that you can get an early look at that’s available on my Patreon.

Samuel Ryder - The Morning of the Funeral POV

This is a special extra story because it not only shows you Ryder’s struggle with their mutation, but also the struggle with their mental health. I think it’s also important for people to read because, for people who don’t suffer from these issues or haven’t known people who suffer from these issues, spirals like this can happen. Especially if they’re born from something so cataclysmic as what Ryder and the rest of the team has been through.

The next update is well in the works, still shooting for it to be out by the end of this month if I can swing it. Thank you all for being patient, and thank you all for supporting. I’m going to take a nice long break for the rest of the day after writing that POV.

Just remember; please remember: you are not alone. No matter what you’re going through. You are not alone.

Stay Brilliant,

-Vi

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stayevildarling · 4 months

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hi🙈 I found you via wattpad and I really like your work. can you post something about wilhemina, billie and cordelia and reader that saves them from an attack but got hurt and struggles badly after this please. thank you very much, your stories help me very much🐝

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Everything works out in the end

A/N: Thanks to the anon for requesting this. I hope you are doing okay and this is somewhat how you wanted it to be. Sending love ❤ I haven't posted in ages but I have still been writing. I'm just genuinely unsure if anyone would read my stuff anymore. @billiebeanhoward said this is a meh one so I apologize in advance.

Warnings: mention of violence, mention of blood, angst, sad, fluff

Word count: 3.7k

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@lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay, @whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson, @isle-of-earle, @paulawand, @paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world

Moonlight shines on the coven, the light illuminating the white building as it shines through the large windows. It was quiet, the only noises ocassionally to be heard, cars driving past the street outside the coven. Cordelia slowly woke from her slumber, looking over to her right, seeing two of her lovers peacefully asleep.

Billie had her arms wrapped around you, both of you looking so comfortable and peaceful that it brings a warmth to her heart. Of course she notices the absence of Wilhemina. She slowly gets out of bed, quiet enough not to wake you, before sliding into her slippers next to her bedside and quietly leaving the room.

The supreme knew there was only one place Wilhemina would hide away from the shadows of the night as she makes her way to Wilheminas office. Her silk nightgown iluminating the coven further. As she quietly knocks and enters, she finds the redhead standing by the window, holding onto her cane tightly as her eyes avert the window and make their way to the blonde entering the room.

Cordelia makes her way over, gently placing her hand on the redheads and giving her a comforting smile. ,,Can't sleep hm?'' she gently asks. Wilhemina averts her gaze, looking out the window yet again. In response she simply shakes her head, knowing well enough by now that her girlfriend and the supreme could easily read her, even if she didn't want to be read and her emotion so raw and open for people to see.

,,Talk to me darling, this isn't the first time lately'' Cordelia softly suggests. The redheads facial expression quickly turns into a slightly bitter one as her hand grips tighter around her cane, controlling her other hand that is held by Cordelia just enough not to tighten. ,,I can tell you are mad my love'' the blonde implies. Wilhemina huffs before responding ,,Of course I am, we have failed her. We were meant to protect her not the other way around''. The supreme sighs in response, trying to control her own emotions and fighting back tears.

,,She needs you, she needs all of us now more than ever''. Cordelia replies trying not to think back of that day, to the events that her lover suggested but emotions and flashbacks pull her into that day again as if it was yesterday.

It was the last day of Delia being gone at a council meeting and the coven was mostly quiet. The witches studying at the academy were happy to have a quiet day without studies before they would beginn again tomorrow. While the three of you, Billie, Wilhemina and you couldn't be more excited to see Cordelia again. Whenever one of you was busy or gone for a couple of days, you felt incomplete. It was late afternoon, the sun had already begun to set and Cordelia was due any minute. Most of the witches were doing their own thing, in their rooms, the greenhouse or outside the academy gates. Billie had decided to cook, while Wilhemina set the table and you not letting her and instead telling her to sit down, which she didn't like to hear.

As the door was heard, Billie rushed to the hallway first, her being the closest to the front door. She turned around, her face filled with excitement and you following her, Wilhemina behind. However, the mediums breath got caught in her throat as she saw that it wasn't infact Cordelia. She had never seen the person before, dressed completely in black and wearing a hood. Although she couldn't see the persons face, her instincts instantly told her something wasn't right about this. As you enter the hallway you halt, your mind not quite comprehending what was happening before Wilhemina stood by the doorframe, equally confused.

,,Who are you?'' Billie asked confused, the fear very visible in her voice now. The hooded figure simply replied with silence and taking steps closer to the three of you. In their hand you could see an object that you couldn't quite make out. Everything happened so quickly and before you know it, you see a gun being pulled to Billie's head. ,,I have come for revenge'' a deep voice calls out. Without thinking you take a step infront of Billie.

Wilhemina watched the events unfold in shock, her body prisoned with fear, being unable to move. The door opens and at last the supreme enters, the redhead seeing both the shock and also Cordelia getting ready to act. As the words of the hooded figure were spoken, Cordelia trying to rush closer and raise her hand, enabling her magic. The shot was already fired. She watched in fear as you rush in front of Billie Dean, the bullet piercing right through you.

Cordelia couldn't get there fast enough and so the only thing she can do is quickly take the person to the ground. She ran to you and Billie, as you fell backwards into Billie's arms after pushing yourself in front of her. The blood streaming all over you, staining your clothes, Billie's hands and the floor.

The medium couldn't comprehend what was happening. She frantically started crying as she knelt on the floor with you. Begging for Cordelia to make it stop and to make you be okay. Her mind flodding with thoughts of losing you and the fact you had just saved her.

Their reactions were utterly different, despite having the same fear of losing you. Cordelia did her absolute best to stay calm and start a flood of spells and trying to come up with potions already to sped up your healing. Billie was frantically crying while holding your head up, speaking words of comfort to you. Wilhemina however was overtaken by anger. She rushed past you and your two lovers, walking over to the unconciouss figure on the floor. Ripping the hood of their head before letting her anger out in every way she possible could.

,,Wilhemina, Wilhemina'' Billie pleaded before Cordelia had to physically stop her, after speaking her spells. ,,We need your help now, we need to get her upstairs'' the supreme spoke calmy but strictly at the same time.

Successfully convincing the redhead, they made sure to take you into the bedroom and get you into clean clothes as Cordelia put you in a deep sleep, to recover from what had happened, her magic seeming to have worked. Billie sat by your side while the supreme had to take over and protect her coven. Wilhemina helping in any way she could to protect you.

The next morning, Wilhemina was the first one awake and out of bed, standing in the kitchen, despite Cordelia convincing her the night before to get back into bed. The last two weeks had caught up on the usually strong woman, the lack of sleep slowly starting to reflect in her eyes. As her gaze stayed focused, she overlooked the gardens of the coven. She heard footsteps, starting from the stairs and halting by the kitchen. Despite caught in her thoughts, she assumed the footsteps to be from Cordelia or Billie.

However, when she heard a quiet ,,Good morning Mina'' her head instantly turned, her gaze now finding you, standing by the door smiling at the beautiful redhead. ,,Hey little one'' she said softly, making her way over to you. ,,Would you like some breakfast, something to drink?'' she asks. You look at her a moment, her tired eyes meeting yours before replying ,,Just some tea but I'll make it myself'' you imply but she instantly stops you and walks over to the sink.

After a little while, she places the tea cup in front of you gently and you thank her. You try your best not to make it obvious when shuffling slightly in your chair as you still felt pain in your body from recent events. However, you wince slightly and she instantly picks it up. ,,Are you still in pain, little one?'' she asks and despite her voice not showing it you could see the anger in her brown eyes but you quickly shake your head.

The next few minutes are filled with silence, as you drink your tea and Wilhemina seems slightly lost in her thoughts. ,,I'm sorry'' you almost whisper after a while, breaking the silence, laying over the empty kitchen. Her eyebrows furrow, confused at your statement before you explain ,,I know you haven't been sleeping'' you add after a little while. Her demeanour changes and you could tell you shouldn't have said that. You knew the redhead long enough to know what her silence meant. She didn't wanna talk about it, she didn't want it brought up and you blame yourself instantly for making her upset.

Two blondes enter the kitchen shortly after this, Billie pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and Cordelia greeting you with a gentle smile and kiss to your forehead. ,,Don't forget to have this sweetheart'' she reminds you as she places a little vial next to you. She had made you potions to help with the pain. It was usually no issue for a supreme to instantly heal you after the attack, however she was slightly late and the bullet had already pierced through you and the supremes reaction and spell accuracy was slightly off due to her own emotions. Despite being fully healed and barely even having a scar, you could still feel the pain, although you did your best to hide it.

The three of them start chatting about their days ahead, Cordelia trying to bring some sense of normality into the coven again. Billie talks about the meeting she has this morning and being unsure whether to stay at the coven instead but you assure her it would be okay. Cordelia had an urgent meeting, still working through the aftermath of the events, making sure the coven would be safe and this would never happen again. You overheard a conversation the other day, Cordelia explaining they revealed the hooded figures identity and getting through to the network and the reasoning. ,,I can stay sweetheart'' Cordelia offers but you assure her you will be okay. She reminds you to call or message her if you need anything and where the rest of your medication was and when to take it.

After they had left, Wilhemina got the remaining witches to clean after themselves after breakfast. ,,Is there anything you would like to do sweetheart?'' she asks you but you reassure her she could do her work in her office and that you would go to take a nap. For hours you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. You tried so hard to be strong for them but the pain would sometimes sneak up on you. You felt guilty, overhearing some conversations as to why this happened and how they wanted to get to the supreme by doing this and hurting the people she loves most. You know they were hurting, you knew Wilhemina couldn't sleep, Cordelia couldn't stop worrying and you knew about Billie's nightmares.

It was around lunchtime when you decided to check on Wilhemina. As you knock on her door gently, a cup of coffee in your hand, you enter and find her asleep in her armchair. You smile softly as you quietly make your way over, putting the coffee on the table next to her and grabbing a blanket and gently placing it over her lap. As you exit her room, you think about what to do. This had been the first day since it happened, where you were alone. Billie and Cordelia hadn't left to go anywhere and if Cordelia needed to, Billie wouldn't leave your side. There had been one thing you had been particularly feeling guilty about, so you decide to grab your wallet and keys and make your way outside the coven, for the first time in a couple of weeks.

It doesn't take long for both of your girlfriends to finish their work, Billie had ended her meeting sooner, prioritizing the important things for her upcoming project and skipping the usual small talk, so she could get back home sooner. Cordelia likewise made sure she told the council everything they needed to know and working on further steps to prevent these sort of events and hold the people accounting for this responsible. They almost enter the coven at the exact time, Billie already making her way up the stairs and Cordelia following behind.

As they open Wilhemina's door, after not finding the two of you anywhere else, they find her in the exact same state you had left her, sleep finally catching up on her. ,,Hi darling'' Cordelia greets softly. Wilhemina sits up straight, pretending this didn't happen, while taking a sip of the now cold coffee. ,,Where is Y/N?'' Billie asks but she is met with the same confused reaction that Cordelia showed as soon as she entered the room and not finding you there too.

Billie is the first one to panic, instantly thinking something had happened again, while Wilhemina did not say a single word, thoughts of guilt and anger towards herself instantly filling her for not checking up on you and falling asleep. Cordelia stays surprisingly calm, checking your nighttable and noticing your wallet and keys missing. ,,Maybe she just went for a walk'' she tries to reason but as soon as the words leave her mouth she doubts them herself, even if this was the case, the danger to the coven and you still hadn't been completely gone.

,,Well do something, can't you teleport to her?'' Wilhemina slightly snaps. ,,I can but I would leave a trace, Billie get your keys. Sweetheart will you stay here please incase she comes back?'' the blonde asks and the redhead nods in response.

Meanwhile you had succesfully purchased what you intended to and are making your way back to the coven. As you walk down the long street towards the academy, you feel the pain piercing through your body again, reminding you it would now be the time for one of Cordelia's potions. The fact you hadn't been out in about two weeks, the slight heat and the pain are causing you to feel dizzy, your legs feeling wobbly and your vision slightly blurring. You stop walking for a second, leaning against a streetlight to your left and taking some deep breaths, while closing your eyes.

,,There'' Billie points out as her and Cordelia approach with the car. The two woman stop and instantly get out of the car, Delia sensing how you felt and holding your hand. Billie cups your cheeks and your cheeks turn a bit red as you see them, feeling embarassed they had to find you like this and knowing they would have worried. ,,Whats wrong sweetheart, where have you been babydoll?'' they ask. You smile and explain through a brave face you had just walked to the shops.

,,Why are you leaning against this thing then, looking pale?'' Billie counters. Your expressions shifts a little and you look at Cordelia. She was always the one you knew you couldn't really get in trouble with. ,,I think its time for the medicine, I just have some pain'' and Cordelia nods before helping you into the car and giving you some water. It takes less than a couple of minutes before you make it back to the coven, a worried Wilhemina already waiting by the front door.

Cordelia nods to Wilhemina, one that symbolizes that you are okay and as she sees the shopping bag in Billie's hand, she figured you had gone out for a bit. ,,Would you like to lay down for a little bit?'' Billie asks softly as she holds your hand, which you nod to in reponse. You let go of her hand and make your way up the stairs and past Wilhemina, smiling at her. ,,Let me help you'' Cordelia ushers after shutting the door'. But only part of her words reach you as your legs feel a little like giving up, their words sounding muffled and you sinking to the floor.

,,Y/N'' Billie calls out, instantly all three of them rushing to your side. Cordelia checks your vitals and quickly figures it was just the exhaustion from today sneaking up on you. With one swift motion, she carries you up the stairs and gently places you on the bed. Billie helped to get you comfortable and wrap you in a blanket. You opened your eyes for a second and mumble the words ,,tired'' before they assure you it was okay to rest.

,,What is happening to her?'' Wilhemina snaps as soon as you were fast asleep. ,,She hasn't had her potion for today, she was just a bit warm and probably dehydrated, she will be perfectly fine'' Cordelia assures, trying to stay calm. ,,This is your fault, those potions aren't helping her'' Wilhemina snaps back before Billie interrupts her. ,,Cordelia has saved her, which neither you or I could have done, if it wasn't for her, Y/N would be dead''. Wilhemina sighs, leaving the room, needing to be alone to calm herself down.

Wilheminas statement forced Cordelia to fold under the pressure a little bit but Billie was right there by her side, reminding her that it's hard for all of us and this was Minas way of handling it and that she knows Wilhemina didn't mean a word of what she said. Billie places a soft kiss on Cordelia's cheek before sitting at the end of the bed, inviting Cordelia to join her there, looking after you.

A couple of hours had passed of them sitting with you, using the moments of you being awake, to help you change your clothes or get you to drink and take medicine. Even if it was just for a couple of minutes at a time. After a while Billie looks at Cordelia before saying ,,I think you should go and talk to her'' and before the blonde tries to respond Billie reassures ,,We'll be okay here, promise''. Cordelia follows Billies advice as she goes to look for Wilhemina.

A few minutes had passed since Cordelia left the room before you open your eyes. Billie instantly smiles at you and tilts her head a little before asking ,,How are you babydoll?''. You sit up a little and as she aids to your side you reassure ,,I feel a lot better now''. Judging from the colour of your face and how clear your words sound, Billie believes you. She passes you a glass of water and you take some sips before asking. ,,Billie could you please pass me that bag from earlier?''. The medium looks around the room before handing it to you.

,,What were you doing out anyway?'' she asks confused and you hold her hand before saying. ,,I know this was your favorite and im so sorry'' before handing her her favorite blouse that had got ruined during the attacks. Billie instantly starts sobbing as you show her the blouse, and you quickly lean her forward and into your arms, placing the piece of clothing next to you on the bed. You hold her like this for a while, before your other two girlfriends enter the room, Wilhemina apologizing in her own way for what was said and Cordelia reassuring her it was okay.

Both the redhead and the blonde are a bit puzzled when they see you awake and holding a sobbing Billie. ,,Whats the matter?'' Cordelia asks before finding the bag and item on the bed. ,,Sweetheart'' she scolds, tilting her head in the exact same way Billie had before. ,,Now don't tell me you left the house, fainting in a result just to buy Miss Howard another piece of designer clothing'' Wilhemina jokes and scolds slightly at the same time. The gesture had touched her deeply but it was in her nature to try and light the situation up slightly.

Billie looks up and slightly chuckles through the tears. ,,I'm just really sorry'' you suddenly mumble. It took each of them by surprise as it finally seems you can talk about what had happened. Wilhemina approaches the bed. ,,Why are you sorry little one?'' she asks, her eyebrows furrowing in concern, while the two blondes look at you with that same expression, Bille's chin wobbling still.

,,I'm sorry that you can't sleep Mina, I'm sorry you have to worry so much Delia and do so much to protect us now and that this even happened in the first place. I'm sorry about your clothes Billie and just everything''. The emotions finally blurt out of you and as painful these confessions are, Cordelia is the first one to start feeling relief, knowing now is the time you can talk about this, which allows the four of you to work on this together.

,,Little one, I can't not sleep because of you, I'm awake at night thinking how this should have never happened and I should have protected you''. Wilhemina explains while locking eyes with you, a gentle smile forming on her face, now the real and raw Mina back that the three of you know and love so well. ,,Sweetie I don't care about my stupid clothes at all'' Billie starts before pausing ,,well in general I do but this is so different, you saved my life.'' she thanks you, tears swelling in her eyes again.

Cordelia speaks last, waiting for her other lovers to finish before taking both of her hands and cupping your cheeks. ,,You sweetheart, were so brave, you protected all three of us and the coven. I worry because of how much we love you and how much you matter to us''.

,,I do have some news from the meeting today'' Cordelia starts, causing for a little bit of anxiety to build up in all of your chests. ,,We have captured the organisation behind this, they wanted to get at me and weaken the coven but it's dealt with and I have made sure to protect the coven better than before. Nothing like this will ever happen again'' she promises while locking eyes with you.

The four of you end up in each others arms. Holding each other through the night, at last talking about the events that took place, how it made each of you feel and getting rid of all the leftover ,,what ifs?''. Cordelia smiles proudly at the sight in front of her a couple of hours later, you Billie and Wilhemina holding each other tightly, your arm wrapped around Cordelia.

And as she finally feels at peace with what had happened, she feels the worry slowly leaving her thoughts and her chest, allowing her to take deep breaths and fall asleep next to you, as you all hold each other. Knowing that no matter what life throws at you, the four of you will always have each other and everything will work out in the end, if you give it so much as time to heal together.

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i’m actually dying to see more diane stories so could you do something fluffy? like comforting. I would love that!!

I sincerely hope you like it 💕

Safe heaven

You've been avoiding her calls for a while now, not intentionally of course, you're just swimming with thoughts. Frantically pacing back and forth, Diane dials your number for the umpteenth time. Once again, it goes unanswered, her screen turning black. "Come on, don't do this," she runs a shaky hand through her hair, trying to put an order to her thoughts.

Then your favorite place, the ocean, comes to her mind. Whenever you're upset or feel like taking a break, you drive to the beach. That's where you are.

"Please, be there. Please," as Diane grabs her keys to rush out the door, her mind races with worst case scenarios. In a metter or seconds she is in her car.

You've recently obtained a master degree in English language and linguistics, meaning that you're next in line to be teaching in schools, high schools to be precise. That alone should be great news, however, something definitely bothers you. You only recently turned 26; Diane doesn't know that, but a part of you believes that it won't be easy for you to fit in the role, considering your students won't be much younger than you.

Listening to the waves crashing against the shore has always had the power to quiet down the turmoil inside your heart. Unfortunately for you, today the sea was as calm as a mirror— meaning that your thoughts were louder than ever. You almost regret leaving the house. In the meantime Diane's heart races at incredible speed once she stops the car and gets off. She scans the horizon, searching for any signs of you in the distance. She takes a sigh of relief when she recognizes you, a tiny dot sitting down by the shore, legs to the chest, chin on your knees.

She sighs softly, taking quick steps towards you. It takes her a bunch of seconds before she drops to her knees, right beside you. "Darling, hey," her voice trembles a bit when she calls you. You feel her hand stroking the back of your head and you turn around. You say her name in such a tired tone that the woman can't help but frown. "I've been trying to reach you. You didn't pick up any of my calls," she doesn't mean it as reproach and she makes sure you know that. However, the reality of the situation hits you hard. She exhales, attempting to smile, "I was so worried," she breathes out. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath. "Sorry, I-I'm sorry, gosh, I don't know what came over me—", you try to find a good reason to all this but truth be told there isn't one, "The sea isn't even cooperating with me today," a bitter smile tugs at your lips as you point at the still flat surface in front of you.

Diane's heart shatters at the sadness in your voice, the slight furrow of your brows. "Baby," she brushes a strand of hair from your face, to better expose your beautiful gaze. She doesn't fail to notice how you struggle to ward off the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I'm fine," you croak out unconvincingly. Diane lightly rolls her eyes, "Are you?", she asks softly, playing with the tips of your hair, curling it around her finger. A part of you feels pathetic for how you're acting. You're an adult, meaning that you're supposed to act like one. Your voice breaks slightly, "I'm pathetic, I'm sorry— I don't know why I'm like this."

Tears prickle at the corner of Diane's eyes, her demeanor soon shifts. If there is something she can't stand is when you treat yourself poorly like that. "Do not say that, you hear me? You're not pathetic. Something is clearly bothering you," she says, her voice devoid of any kind of hesitation. "But I shouldn't—", you sniffle and she interjects, hushing you softly. "Whatever you're feeling is valuable. It doesn't make you pathetic, but human," she insists, leaning closer to you, grazing her thumb over your cheekbone. With downcast eyes, you mutter, "But I worried you. I am a 26 years old woman and I still worry you with my childish behaviors," you pout.

Rolling her eyes, Diane affectionately strokes the tip of your nose, "Your age doesn't mean anything, sweetheart. You're my girlfriend. I will never stop feeling this way towards you. And even when there is no reason to worry, I'll still act crazy because you're not just anybody, you're my family," she confesses, making you smile in return. A blush comes to your cheeks too that Diane doesn't fail to notice. "That's incredibly corny—", you comment amusedly. She grins, "but you love it," she pokes your arm. "Amen to that", you both giggle at that. Diane is the sweetest, most caring person you've ever met in your life. A part of you often wonders who would you be without her. "Will you tell me what's going on?", she whispers before placing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

You sigh. You know you owe her an explanation. "It's just—" The waves you were supposed to see in the ocean, you see them in her eyes. "It's about what's to come."

Tears shimmer in your eyes, the sense of guilt coming back to you. Diane's heart tightens, and without a word, she moves closer and pulls you in her lap. "Can you be more specific?", she coos, her cheek rubs gently against yours. You find yourself smiling at the gesture. A smile she quickly reciprocates. You admire Diane like no other. Not only is she a wonderful girlfriend, protective and affectionate, but she is also an amazing teacher.

"I start teaching next semester," you blurt out. These words put together feel so unrealistic, you akwardly rub the back of your head. Diane's eyes open wide in slow motion, then she gasps and squeals like a child for how excited she is. She slightly pulls away to look at you in the eyes, probably to make sure you're serious. "No way— How? When did you find out?", your mouth tugs into a smile that you try to curb, touched by Diane's enthusiasm. You nibble on your bottom lip, averting her gaze for a brief moment, feeling suddenly overwhelmed all over again as you remember what happened earlier that day. "I received an email by the school principal— it looks like there is a vacancy in English linguistics and he offered me the job."

Diane's hand fly to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Her beautiful chocolate eyes well up with fresh tears. Of joy this time, and pride for what you've finally achieved.

Next thing you feel are Diane's arms securely wrapped around you, "You have no idea how proud of you I am, sweetheart. You deserve this more than you know," she pulls back only a bit to look at you in the eyes. She is weeping now. Her hands roam up and down your face and shoulders. Her happiness is contagious and you can't help but smile along with her. Her eyes shine so bright you feel silly for the worries that have been haunting your mind and weighting on your heart.

You were supposed to celebrate, throw a party, even jumping in the ocean with your clothes on would have been better than getting depressed over silly concerns. Truth is, you want to be great at this, because this is what you love doing and what you've been preparing for your whole life. And at the same time, you want to live up to everyone's expectations. Especially Diane's. It's not that you want to compare yourself to her, but a part of you feels like you're not as good as her. Diane has much more experience than you, and students love her and respect her both as teacher and person.

That's probably what worries you the most, the possibility of not being taken seriously, not only because this is new territory to you, but also due to your young age. "Thanks," you breathe out, forcing a better smile out of you. "It really means the world to me." Then, you sweep your tongue over your lips, and Diane takes that as signal of distress from you. She smiles softly at you and opens her arms for you, "Come back here, silly." You don't let her tell you twice. Soon goosebumps rise over your skin, as she start cuddling you. "You don't seem thrilled to work with me," she whispers teasingly in your ear. You let out a quiet giggle, and shake your head, "I am. I feel honored, actually."

She hums in response, holding you a little tighter, "Then, what is it?", you lift your chin to meet her eyes and wait a couple of seconds before mastering the courage to tell her what is bothering you, "Your students respect you and see you as a role model," you state. Diane frowns, without understand where this is going yet. "I can't help but wonder if they will be showing me the same respect." Her mouth falls partially agape, her heart shutters at your self doubt. You've proved her your worth countless of times. You helped her grade her students' essays and gave her precious advices regarding lesson planning. "Sweetheart, they are gonna love you," she says, without a hint of hesitation in her tone. You try to protest, but she doesn't let you.

"Listen to me. Your young age isn't an obstacle but a bridge between you and them. Your passion for what you do, the dedication you put to get where you are now will be a source of inspiration for them," with a tender smile, Diane moves your hair on your left shoulder. You hum deep in thought. Her fingertips send you a shiver through your spine, when she strokes a sweet spot behind your neck, now clear from hair. "I'll have to keep an eye on you though," you frown at that. She shrugs and grins nonchalantly when you ask her what she means, "I can easily imagine your soon to be students fall deeply for their new teacher."

A playful hum comes to your lips: the concern you've been feeling suddenly subsides. "That is never gonna happen, Diane," you can't help but chuckle at her assumptions. You honestly love this side of her, when she is jealous, protective and a little bit possessive over you. It makes you feel like you're part of something, it gives you a sense of belonging.

"Oh, trust me, I'll make sure of that," her eyes sparkle mischievously, as she leans in to place a loud kiss on your cheek. You chuckle again, "Jealous, are we?" Diane's lips curve into a playful grin, "I simply defend what's mine, sweetheart," she says in a breathed whisper. You lift your hand in mid air, your fingers meeting her face. "I'm only yours, Diane," you speak with your heart, voice laced with emotion, "God, you're all I ever wanted."

It's obvious how she makes you feel. It shows in your eyes, in the way your cheeks quickly go on flame, and in that funny feeling between your legs that tickles you every time you're close to her. Diane owns you in the broadest sense of the term. "You're my treasure," Leaning in, she brushes her lips against yours, kissing you at a gentle rhythm. When she parts her mouth, you stroke the inside with a gentle flick of your tongue. Pouring in all your love, you kiss her with such an intensity, as if it was the last time. She breathes your name in your mouth and you moan hers, clinging to her clothes as she pulls onto your hair.

When you're in need to catch your breath, you part slightly but still being in each other's bubble. "Are you really mine?", she asks, her voice barely audible. You take her hand and place it upon your heart, "Do you feel that?" you ask, with a tender smile. She nods, already feeling emotional, "Every beat of my heart is for you, and that's never gonna change." A single tear slides down Diane's cheek as you speak, as she mutters your name in disbelief. You point a finger at her jokingly. "That's all your fault. You made me a hopeless sentimental," Diane laughs heartily, when you feign a grimace, "Oh you—I absolutely love you" her nose brushes against yours as she leans close to you once again.

You're both her obsession and her cure. She can't do without you. Neither can you. Your fingers come up to her face, in the attempt to wipe those tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

"Maybe we should soon put a ring on it," when that sentence comes to Diane's ears, she looks at you like she's seen a ghost, "W-what?", it's no secret to you that you want to get married someday, and you know that deep down Diane shares the same desire. You often fantasized about walking down the aisle together. Truth be told, you two actually started talking about it after only three weeks of dating. The topic often came out masked by a playful tone, however, both of you were always incredibly serious about it. "I'm not just saying it, Diane. And of course this is not an official proposal, because, I wouldn't do this to you like this, you deserve a proper one. I'm just—," you shrug nervously, "you know..."

Diane can't help but chuckle at that, "You're asking me, if you can actually ask me?"

A humorous giggle escapes your lips at her question. Nodding your head you say, "Pretty much, yes. Is it weird?", as response, Diane reaches out to gently caress your face, getting lost in your gaze as deep as the ocean, "That's the sweetest thing you've ever told me, and my answer is yes— it's always going to be yes," she grins and pecks the tip of your nose. With a small, nervous laugh, you stutter, "Really?" And she nods so eagerly and convincingly, you find yourself on cloud nine. "Oh, gods!" You sigh dreamily, and she arches an eyebrow at that, "I'll have the most beautiful wife in the world."

Diane lightly shakes her head, playfully nudging you, "Not at all. That would be me," she argues and when you're ready to object, she pecks your lips to keep you quiet. "And please, don't you ever doubt yourself anymore like that," she says serious again. "Cross my heart," you lift your pinkie and she lifts hers sealing the promise with a joyful smile. Then she looks at the sea, still holding you in her arms. After a moment of silence, she confesses, "Are you aware that now I'll think about it every single day until you ask me," you grin and absentmindedly stroke her arms, wrapped around you, "To await a pleasure is itself a pleasure," you mutter so seriously, you can't help and neither can Diane but to burst out laughing.

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