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uzumakisavior · 6 months

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P:1/3 "I Love You, Dad."

Personal thought dump. The reason why I am taking a small break. I am just processing things. Daddy issues and paternal figure trauma. You're more than welcome to read, but its personal and not meant to be an essay. may delete later. not proof read. *sigh* WHEN i SEE YOU, GEGE!!! WHEN i SEE YOU, GEGE!!! Excuse me while I cry in the corner. I'm a little f*cked up right now.

A child witnessing a messy divorce isn't for the faint of heart. My mother wasn't one to forgive, even though she was the offending party. My mother would put my hands on my father and make him bleed. I only witnessed the arguing, and even still, it was endless. When they finally separated, she would leave me with her friends because she wanted to party (making me vulnerable to all types of things) and kept me in a room with a movie so I wouldn't disturb her. To my mother, I was an inconvenience to her selfish desires. I witnessed my mother do things a child shouldn't know. My life was unstable and all i wanted was genuine love. My aunt would come to visit me, and years later she'd tell me, "Lillian, you would cry and ask to live with me. You told me that being with Mom made you feel like a "Bird Locked In A Cage."

But my father? My father was tall, lean, handsome (so I've heard. But i have pictures to prove it. And i like to say I get the better part of my looks from him. ), and well mannered. His long, ebony, black hair and pale skin would compliment each other perfectly. I was gifted with his almond eyes and high cheekbones. He loved his culture. His identity was important to him, and he was never one to rage. I would never, ever, witness him lose his temper. Not even with my mother.

I always felt safe and secure with my father. He spent time to talk to me. We would play tag and video games together. He bought me my first Nintendo Game Boy. He would help me at the monkey bars in the park. I got A's in my school projects thanks to his help. My sibling and I would cuddle him while we watched a movie before bed.

Visitation with my Dad was day and night compared to life with my mother. I have memories where I forced myself to stay up all night so he wouldn't leave. It was a battle to keep my eyes open. His arms wrapped around me while I rested on his chest. When I was with him I was free to be me. I was safe. I was loved. I was important. All of us were a priority under his care, and I felt it when he embraced me. My abuse at home would cease whenever I saw his face. And yet, time with my Dad was always cut short by those custody orders.

He kept his long locks in a braid or low ponytail. It sported such a shine, lol, he might as well have modeled a shampoo commercial. It was straight as a board. Not a curl in sight. I was fascinated. I wanted hair that whimsical. I wanted the hair of a princess, like my dad. It was strange because he was supposed to be a boy, and my hip length hair couldn't compare.

"Dad, can I brush your hair?"

"Hm? Yeah. Sure."

He was sitting on his futon reading a magazine. He leaned back, legs crossed and shoulders relaxed.

I was only five. Maybe six. My little hands would reach up and grab sections of his hair. The way the strands felt against my palms fascinated me. I'd toss it, swing it, pull it gently to see if it would break. I'd even let his hair glide down my hands like a lustrous dark waterfall.

"Dad, promise me! Don't ever cut your hair ok?"

"Alright, " he chuckled, "Why is that, Lillian?"

"Because one day, Imma jump rope with it!!! It's already so long!!!" I was so excited at the idea, I began twisting 2 sections like a rope and pretended to play double-dutch.

"I promise. No worries." His voice was always so gentle and loving. Always soft for his children. I was one of three.

As I smoothed out his hair I proclaim:

"Dad, I love you."

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#Im miss you dad #I miss the version of you i knew #She took me from you #right when I needed you the most #I was your one and only daughter #I am tasked to forgive her but i just can't #personal #save #dad

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Falling Back to You

Pairing: Blossick (Blossom x Brick, Reds)

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Soft, sweet reds because I've been feeling angsty lately and needed a breather lol. Sorry to everyone who follows me for other fandoms, I promise Ill write more for FT (you can always leave asks lol)

Tag List: @over-under-through1 @shellielyzabeth (if you want to be on my tag list, you can find the post or dm me)

I hope you enjoy. This has been sitting in my drafts for a few months and decided to just finish it lol.

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“I’m surprised you don’t have your hat on.” A voice came from behind him. But not just any voice. The moment the first word left those lips, the hair on his neck stood up and sent a familiar chill down his back. It was a voice that he knew well, could distinguish in a crowd of a thousand voices, it was the equivalent of his favorite song or the taste of the sweetest thing to melt in your mouth.

“Blossom.” He said under his breath but her super hearing picked it up.

She thought she was prepared to see him, after all its been two years. That’s enough time to heal, right? But she prayed that he didn’t hear the small gasp that escaped her lips as he turned. That crisp dark red suit fit him like a glove and she spotted him from a mile away in that signature color. He looked good in red.

“Hi.” She managed to say smoothly as he took a step towards her.

“What are you doing here?” He asked with a reluctant tone. It was only the most important night of his life. The one where he would be promoted to the head of the department, the one he busted his ass off from the ground up. Not to mention an award for a case he worked on last year.

She shrugged and bit her lip. “My boss is here and I have to write a report for him.” Then added. “And I wasn’t going to miss the achievement you have been talking about for literal years.” She said shyly. “I promised after all.”

And she did. Back when they had dated all those years ago. Blossom was by his side as he worked from being an assistant at the law firm to one of the most promising lawyers, and now the highest ranked lawyer, but she missed the last part. Unfortunately.

He studied his ass off and she did too, both of them determined to outshine anyone in their paths, maybe that why they chose different companies. They had traded their childhood rivalry for a path of lust and love, a simple competition would not be throwing them down that path. In fact their jobs were the reason they weren’t together.

“You remembered.” He said under his breath. She heard it, of course.

She tapped her foot and looked around before giving a puzzling look. “Wheres Jasmine?” It pained her to ask.

Jasmine. Oh yes, his girlfriend who couldn’t be bothered to celebrate to most important time of his career. Or rather, ex girlfriend, As of last night where he found her with another man.

“Not my girlfriend.” He simply stated as she nodded before taking a sip of her drink.

It must have been good if she brought it to her lips. Blossom loved a good cocktail but if it was hard liquor, she required top shelf, something he admired. He was like that too and was the reason she only drank the highest quality.

“What about Tyson?”

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Not my boyfriend.” She said bitterly and he didn’t know why he was happy about it. “Cheated on me for a blonde.” Her glass was on the verge of cracking before she smoothed out her dress. “Typical.”

He hummed in agreement. There was a feeling of anger running through him as he thought about any man hurting Blossom, sure he hurt her too but nothing like that. No their fight was different, it was a fight about whats best for both of them.

They had just under an hour before the cermony started. He didn’t want to bother being inside socailzing with a bunch of random people and he had a feeling she didn’t either. The wide open hallway was becoming stuffy and he could see a trio of men walking their way and knew Blossom would become the talking point.

Before Brick could turn them the other way, the men were already there.

“Brick.” The tall one spat.

“Landon.” Brick matched his tone. What a dumb name he thought.

Landon turned and did not bother to hide the fact that he was checking out Blossom. Of course he was. Even in her simple black cocktail dress that screamed sophistication, she was a walking dream.

“And you are?” He gave her a smirk that could charm anyone, expcet for Blossom of course.

Brick was pracitcally smiling as Blossom shook his hand. He knew she wouldn’t take his bait.

“Blossom Utonium. Head of corrupt affairs at Duchess Law.” She started with what Brick likes to call her “Miss Business voice”.

Landon smirked. “Duchess Law? Someones a smart cookie.” He winked.

The other men behind him agreed and Blossom held her tounge. She hated being patronized or looked down on. He should be thanking the lucky stars that he’s even in her presence.

Brick could tell she was annoyed and wrapped his arm around her waist before looking at Landon. “She makes more money than all three of you combine and actally can win a case so show some repect.” He spat and he turned them around towards the back doors that led to the garden space.

The feeling of having his arm around her sent a spark through her body. At first it felt foreign but the memories came rolling in waves as they walked.

“I could handle myself.” She stated and he hid his laugh.

“I know, but you won’t because of your repuation. I for one don’t care about mine that much.”

“Or maybe its because you still care.” She teased as she sat on the stone bench with him.

He was about to response but his phone began to ring. He wanted to ignore it but Blossom probably would say something about it.

“Its Butch.” He said before trying to put it back into his pocket.

“You should anwser it. I’m sure he’s wanting to wish his brother well.”

He huffed and anwsered on the final ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey quick question. Do you think that I would win in a fight against Thanos?”

Brick only shook his head.

“Butch.”

“Its serious cause Buttercup doesn’t think so but I could take him for sure.”

Blossom was holding a hand to her mouth as the guy kept going on about the stupid question.

“Oh shit dude, tonights your night!”

“Yes it is now Imma hang up now.”

“Brick be nice.”

“Wait a minute bro. Is that Miss Blossom with you?”

“Yes because shes the only one who bothered to care.”

“Hey you’re the one who said not to come. Anyways tell her I said hi and that you two should totally get back together because you kept going on and on about how you missed her and leaving her was the worst choice you made-” The line cut dead and the phone was shoved in his pocket.

“Hes stupid.” He mumbled and Blossom drank the rest of her drink.

“Hes not wrong.”

He turned towards her and gazed silently. She was just as he remembered. Gorgeous and graceful and even without a word spoken, she could command a room. He admired her greatly and she felt the same.

“Brick, can we just skip all of it?” She asked softly.

“I’ve kinda been looking forward to my award.”

“No, not this.” She gestured to the building. “But this.” She pointed between them.

“Skip what?”

“Oh I don’t know, the drama of it all? Because if we don’t confess now we are going to waste so much time running after each other and I-I dont want to waste time.” She looked down at her shoes. A sad sigh leaving her lips. “I just miss you.”

The confession surprised him. They were both forward people who never beat around the bush but when it came to their feelings between them, they had always been shy. Boomer and Bubbles were easy to confess and even Butch and Buttercup seemed to have it together but for them, it felt impossible sometimes.

No matter where he turned, she was there. They had always crossed paths like star-crossed lovers and it was as if the universe was constantly pulling them together and they had tried. They really did.

Perhaps the timing wasn’t enough or their pride had stood in the way. they never meant to fall apart the way they did but when the other side of the bed was empty, those walls they held up became transparent and it only took a mere few seconds to see what they had lost.

But he understood what she meant. They both knew that if anything were to happen between them tonight it would start a snowball effect that everyone was tired of seeing. Over and over they would fall in line and build each other up before something came between them and pulled them apart.

He wanted to get past all the hurdles of playing cat and mouse until on of them caved and said their feelings. But her saying she missed him wasn’t her caving, she was just tired and so was he.

They had been young when they had fallen in love. The rules of life tossing them into a sea of doubt but now they were adults who knew the game and could easily avoid anything in their paths, except each other.

His hand slid over hers. “I missed you too.”

She smiled softly before her hand rested on his cheek. “I’m really proud of you Brick, you’ve come along way.”

“I’m just happy you got to see it.” He whispered before his lips touched hers with a fire they both had missed.

A swirl of fire and ice that only they knew. No matter how much life decided to pull them apart or change the course, he would always find himself coming back to her.

The kiss didn’t last as long as he would have liked but seeing the faint blush on her cheeks made it all worth it.

“What are you doing later?” He asked as he helped her up from the bench.

“I was going to get take out and sit in my hotel room watching movies.”

Brick leaned over to fix the bow in her hair, taking the time to have her close. “I don’t suppose you would accept any company?” He winked before kissing the back of her hand and handing her the red purse.

“I think I can make an exception.” She winked and he had never thought she had looked more stunning.

She took his hand, their palms resting naturally together, before walking back to the ceremony, where he would leave with not only his award but the woman he had loved for years and years.

was the ending lazy? yes. do I care, only a little bit. Lol. I’ve had a really off day so I hope this is good.

Hope you enjoyed :)

#blossick #blossom x brick #reds ppg #ppg x rrb #ppg fanfic #blossick fanfic #thewritingstar

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japiform · 3 years

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Logs: Explain what the fuck he’s talking about

[[mind the tags]]

Helmsman: Have you ever been in a building after it's closed for the night? The darkness? The dead air? The faint feeling of unease, like you're somewhere you shouldn't be? The darkness?

You're the only one there, looking for something. Maybe the way out. Maybe for answers.

Maybe the store hasn't been open for years. The darkness. The overgrown plants, crawling over the ground and walls. The smell of brine. The water in your boots. Are you being watched or is that your imagination? Surely you've already been at this hallway. Did one of the tentacles move? Are you alone?

And finally, you find it. The husk of what was once a man. One who laughed and fought and loved. It's eyes behind the goggles are dark. It's twitching in the hold of the ship. The ship twitches in extension of the man. The darkness.

Are you alone?

Grand: You are not alone, but the atmosphere makes you tense, makes your keen eyes dilate wide to get as much out of the lights you brought as possible. Your boots splash in the salt water, and you wonder where the fuck the rest of the empress's entourage is. Surely she had some sea fucks with her to keep this massive place running.

It isn't important, except that it makes you tell your clowns to keep their guards up as you descend into the bowels of this abandoned place. It's going to take a bit, the empress's ship is so fucking massive. But that's alright. You're patient.

Ish.

Every moment he is off is another moment he could be dead. But at least you know generally where to go. You've been on Her ship before. Though, motherfuck, it was not like this.

When you get to him, you are relieved, motherfuckin gratified to see his form twitching. You hope it's not just some errant tentacle fuckery of the ship, you've never seen one so... overgrown before.

Well. Nothing for it. Give him a little slap on the cheek. "You alive in there motherfucker?"

Helmsman: Static electricity zaps the Grand Highblood's hand, the spot where he touched the Helmsman clammy and hot and viscous, somehow. But the Helmsman's eyes snap open, barely emanating any light at all before they slip closed again, unseeing.

On closer inspection, he's breathing shallowly from dry lips, mustard blood dripping shallowly from every orifice. It looks uh. Bad.

Grand: Ouch. Spicy. Still, the zap, the eyes coming open, the breathing reassure you that this isn't a totally fruitless endeavor.

Still. Oof. That's a big old yikes, you don't know if your mediculler can fix that shit. Ugh, what a mess he is, stubborn bastard. "Aight, where the fuck is my nerd?" You look at the clowns behind you. One of them better have brought the helm tech with them.

Devoteer: The small crowd produces a troll that can be succinctly described as cereal box shaped, and he dips his jagged horns in a sign of reverence towards GHB before fumbling for his toolbag. "If I may, Your Grand Whimsican, this Technicrusher will do everything in my power to preserve the life of this... of the helmstroll, if that pleases you." Behind a faltering, whiny speech is a troll who's had to disconnect many a half-dead helmsman from their block in his time. But the Devoteer has never in his life seen a helmsblock this... overgrown...

Grand: Oh, yep. That's a nerd, you'd know em anywhere. "I want his pump goin and his pan in there fuckin somewhere. Tell us what the fuck to do and we'll get it done. If I've come all this way for him to burn out, imma be real fuckin pissed, you pickin up what i'm puttin down?"

Devoteer: "I am indeed, picking it up, Your Unholiness." You sidle around him and inspect the helmsblock, before plucking a waterproof pen from your bag and marking off some of the smaller tendrils in dark purple. "These are the connections to his cardiovascular system, his life support, and the main nutrition and waste tubes. All the rest need to be cut away- about an inch at least from his body." Looking at the state of his nutrition tubes makes you faintly ill, but you keep the green out of your gills.

"Al- also I'm going to need a small supply of nutritionslurry, high in vitamins, a jar of mind honey, and some cauterizing knives. Is that amenable, High Priest?"

Grand: You click your tongue. "Easy enough, brother mine. I definitely got the last bit, at the very fuckin least." They drop into your hand quick as miracles, and you hand the gruesome weapon/medical tool over. You look over the crowd. "Aight, who brought the nerd?" A motherfucker raises his hand with a wave, clearly not paying that much attention now that his duty's done. "Give him his fuckin goods, what do you need, an invitation??? Mind honey. Nutrition slurry." You snap a few times, and the goody bag gets passed forward like you're in fuckin schoolfeeding. Whatever, if it works.

"That gonna do you aight, or are we gonna need someone ta go shoppin?"

Devoteer: "This is perfect, Beloved Dreamer. I'm going to need some space." You put your goggles on, and get the fuck to work. It's incredibly loud and messy, the knife slicing through tendrils like a hot blade through butter. Which is basically what it is. Pieces of helmsblock go flying as you shear it away, leaving something that looks a little less like a H.R.Giger painting and more like a person.

Wiping your hands clean with a microfiber cloth, you take the vials and hook the Helmsman up to a rudimentary IV drip, methodical as always. "Now um. A-as soon as the honey enters it's system it's going to become a bit of a lightshow in here, but it'll keep it's psionics cycling until it stabilizes. Be careful removing it, it's limbs are. Rather delicate."

Grand: Oh yes, the smell of burning flesh. Acrid, meaty enough to make you hungry, smoky enough to make you sneeze. You aren't sure how the rest of your mirthful are taking it, because you're definitely not paying attention, but you're vaguely interested enough in the work to observe the whole time, make sure he isn't taking unnecessary risks with your prize.

"Damn, we love a light show," you look over at your clown friends (turns out they weren't all doing the best), and get a few nods. "Quick question though, brother. How likely are his limbs to be any use, and what's the risks in not givin a shit?"

Devoteer: You give them one look and shake your head. "Even if, er, they weren't looking due for sepsis, it would take a real medical miracle for them to be of any use again, sir." They're uh. More hole than flesh, to put it lightly.

Grand: "Sick. May as well take em off and not deal with the hassle then, gimme that knife brother," you hold out your hand so you can get your tools back. You don't know if this fucker knows how to carve through bone instead of helm tentacle, but you sure the fuck do.

... Might wanna wait for that light show though.

Devoteer: You hand him the knife and step back into the crowd just as the Helmsman stirs, sparks beginning to crackle around the goggles as his eyes open just a sliver. And then the screaming starts, teeth bared as red and blue light fills the large room in a one-troll supernova.

It's only for a few seconds though, before it starts winding down as the psionics cycle erratically. His specially made goggles- the one thing between him and GHB being a pile of troll shaped ash- crack under the display of pure uncontrolled psionics.

The air is sharp with the smell of ozone.

Grand: Oh, that's neat, isn't it? Look at him go, he's like a one man firecracker. You grin big and wide at the sight, let him run himself out, and hope he isn't going to be choking on blood from screaming.

Alright, let's get this shit done quick. You step up into his shit and start cutting away tentacle and limb alike, until he is a lump of torso, head, hair, and probably just... so much rot. Just, an unfortunate amount of rot. You'll take the effort to make sure you cut as much of the sepsis as possible without getting to his innards, but.... Eh. That's about all you can be bothered with. You'll just make sure the medicullers go real hard on the germ killin shit, so he don't rot much more.

Dumbass motherfucker.

Helmsman: The screaming has become coughing, before he settles down with a whimper, curling into himself now that he isn't forced upright by the helmsblock. For how tall of a troll he once was, he looks small. Maybe he'd always been a small troll, under all the sass and vitriol and power.

It's hard to say.

Grand: ... Ain't that almost sweet... You hold him close, fully aware he could vaporize you if you're not careful with them damn glasses, but still finding it a bit...

Somethin. You can't say. Sad, maybe. Pathetic.

Any fuckin way. No need to linger. "Aight, motherfuckers. Job well done, head the fuck out, don't trip on tentacles or i'll make ya the butt of the next sweep a jokes. Keep ya eyes peeled, but i doubt there'll be much else excitin." There's a few laughs, a few groans of disappointment, but they do as you say, because you are fuckin king.

... And the king's gonna need a shower after this, because this battery is decidedly rank.

One step at a time, though. No need goin quick and jostlin all his lively bits until he ain't got no life left in him. One step at a motherfuckin time.

Helmsman: Despite the chill of GHB's skin, Helmsman takes comfort in it, craving any amount of warmth against his feverish form. As he tucks himself as close and comfortable as possible, the ship around the parade of clowns becomes even darker, emergency lights flickering off as the biggest asset to the empire goes silent.

Behind his eyes, the Helmsman fitfully dreams of being swallowed by a goat the size of a sun.

Grand: At least, finally, he can be completely asleep.

#ooc eyes only #death #rot #sepsis #amputation #tentacles #surgery #ask to tag

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 5 years

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Bitter Sweet - Foxxay/Gooday

Rate: General Audience

Tags: Love, Fluffy, Angst, True Love

Disclaimer: You might cry

Read it on AO3

The first time it happened, Misty felt like it was better to die again – she kinda wished she would die again so she wouldn’t have to see it. It was such a small and simple thing that Cordelia had no problem to hide it from anyone, but Misty was no fool, as much as people like to think she is. It started as a normal monday when Mallory entered the kitchen holding a Kleenex pack with Coco behind her proclaiming the girl had sneezed all night. A flu, everybody has a flu sometimes. But by tuesday Mallory was fine, almost like she hadn’t spent all day coughing, and she was back to her classes.

The surprise came when Misty searched for Cordelia before lunch to talk to her and found the Supreme leaving the bathroom with a red nose. “Are ya okay?”

“Of course!” Cordelia laughed, approaching Misty to give her a gentle kiss. “Just went to pee, you know, I also have to do it.”

Misty rolled her eyes – she didn’t bought the excuse, but she wasn’t going to press it. “Some of the girls asked if we can go to a fiel trip to the swamps this weekend.”

Cordelia arched her eyebrown with a small grin. “Which girl?” She knew her students and, besides Mallory, no one else would ask for that.

“Me.” The taller blonde had the cutest smile in the world when she leaned to place a soft kiss to the corner of the Supreme’s mouth. “Imma your girl.”

Cordelia laughed again, louder and happier, a little impressed by her wife. “Yes, you are.”

“So?” Misty raised her eyebrowns a couple times while putting her arms around Cordelia and pulling her closer. The door was closed and was almost lunch time, she didn’t had to worry about someone catching them – she wouldn’t mind, but Cordelia was relentless about keeping her image as the Supreme.

“Well, you can go, but I’m not sure any of the girls will want to go with you.”

That was the first time Cordelia ever got sick after the Apocalypse. Since Mallory had go back in time and change all of it, it was actually the first time Cordelia got sick after she became the Supreme. It happened five years and a few months after Nan brought Misty back from Hell and that broke her heart. Misty remembered when Fiona started to get worst and worst as days went bye and, even if she wasn’t around to see it, she could picture how Cordelia raised to power. She could imagine it was pretty amazing, considering even her eyes went back to normal, and even the scars disappeared.

But Cordelia denied she was sick and she did a very good job at hiding it from everyone else, and Misty calmed herself down when she realized it was nothing but a small flu that was gone in less than a week and everything was fine. It took two more years for the Supreme to get sick again and by the time it happened, Zoe and Madison wasn’t living in the house anymore, Mallory was a teacher and not a student and they had to buy a second house so they could shelter all the girls that searched for them.

Misty woke up with empty arms and the distant sound of coughing. “Delia?”

“Yeah?” That was the only word Cordelia managed to say before another cough fit hit her.

Misty rolled around, already throwing her blankets away, and got up from the bed. The floor was cold under her bare feet, but she was used to it, so she simply walked to the bathroom. “What’s goin’ on?” She was aware that her accent was heavier with sleep, but she also knew Cordelia loved it.

“It’s just a alergic reaction.” Cordelia waved her hand when she heard that Misty was behind her. She coughed again before she turned around to smile to her wife. “You should go back to bed, honey, you look about to pass out.”

The swamp witch sighed and walked to hug Cordelia. “Do ya want some water?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Cordelia took a deep breath to recover.

“Nah, I’m goin’ to grab a cup for ya. Go sit in bed.”

Less than a week after, Cordelia was fine again. That time, Queenie also realized that the Supreme wasn’t feeling very well, but she didn’t said a thing about it when she saw Misty making a potion to help. Misty was sure the girl spread the news to the other Council members, because Zoe started to visit more and Madison even kept her mouth shut for the most part of it.

The next time it happened, Cordelia couldn’t hide from anyone what was going on. She fainted. The Council was having a meeting to decide a few things when the Supreme got up from her chair and, just when she was about to take the first step, she fell in the ground. Misty jumped from her chair, but she wasn’t fast enough to catch her.

“Cordelia!” Misty shouted, already kneeling by her side to help her getting up.

“I’m okay.” The woman whispered. Besides a little ache in her wrist, she was in fact okay, but she knew no one would believe her.

“What happened?” Queenie asked with a worried look in her face.

Cordelia, who was now sitting in the ground with Misty’s hands around her arms, shook her head. “I didn’t eat anything today, I just got weak.”

Weak. The Supreme never got weak. “Well, sit down. I will go get you some coffee and crackers.” Zoe said, before going to her other side so Misty and her could help Cordelia got up and sit down in her chair.

But even after she ate, Cordelia still felt bad for hours. Misty used mud to heal her wrist, made some tea for her to drink, and stayed in bed with her all day, but, by the end of the night, Cordelia had a fever that wasn’t there before and she couldn’t keep nothing in her stomach. It was just after dinner that a knock came at the door and Misty went to open it.

“Mallory?” Her voice wasn’t gentle as it normally was.

“Hi. Zoe told us that Cordelia wasn’t feeling very well today, I just wanted to know if is there anything I can do to help. Does she need anything?” Mallory’s smile was gentle, sweet, inocent even. So willing to help.

“Is Zoe still here?” Misty asked. She told before the meeting that Madison buyed them tickets to some concert that night.

“Yes! I will sleep with Coco so they can sleep in their old room.” The younger girl sounded happy, like having her friend (s?) there was the most amazing thing in the world. “So, how is she feeling?”

Misty looked at Mallory. Really looked at her. From hair to toe, shoulder to shoulder. The girl was really young, Misty knew it, she was almost thirteen years younger than Misty herself. When they met, she was only sixteen, already carrying the weight of saving the world upon her shoulders, sounding much older than she looked. But right now, standing outside their room, Mallory never looked younger, alive, good. She looked like she could go out and beat a lion with her bare hands, like she could stop a train if she wanted to, like she was ready for anything. Misty threw a look over her shoulder to the woman in bed. Her wife. Pale, curled in her own body, trying to hide under the covers because of the fever, with a bucket by her side in case she needed to vomit again.

Misty knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t stoped blaming Mallory for that.

It came as a surprise to everyone. Mallory and Misty were really close, like lost siblings or something like it, so it was a shock to see Misty pushing her away with harsh and cold words. Misty knew that what she was doing wasn’t right, that it wasn’t actually the girl’s fault and that it was just life, but there was a part of her, probably some primary instinct to protect the one she loved, that made her want the girl away. She realized that Cordelia would get weaker and weaker as time went by, while Mallory was going to get stronger and, in the end, her power would kill the older Supreme so she could rise, and Misty felt bitter.

How Cordelia managed to look at the girl everyday was a mistery to her. How could someone look at the person that would be the death of her everyday like nothing was wrong? Every thing was wrong.

Misty never brought up the subject, neither did Cordelia or any of the other girls, until Coco did.

“It’s not her fault.” The rich girl said one day when there was only the two of them in the kitchen. “I know what you’re doing, but it’s not her fault. Mallory don’t want this.”

Misty gulped loudly, almost dropping the cup from her hand. She knew that, but she couldn’t help how she felt about it. “I know.”

“So why are you acting like it is?”

“What would you do if it was the other way around?”

Coco didn’t had a reply, but Misty didn’t push the subject furter. A week later, Zoe and Madison moved back to the Academy with the excuse that living alone was more boring then they thought it would be. The Council was back together to keep an eye in their Supreme, but Cordelia didn’t needed this. She was fine for a while, strong as a horse, healthier than ever.

“Mallory is a very strong witch.” Cordelia said one day, with a happy smile. The imagine of proud. “She had proved that a lot of times to all of us.” Misty remembered the girl had learned a new power just a few days before and shivered. The girl had just learned how to transmutate, out of nowhere, with no help. “I think she’s ready to be a part of this Council.”

Silence. They could almost hear a cricket in the backyard – Misty was sure they could hear her heart beating fast against her chest in panic. Zoe and Queenie exchanged a look. They were the first members of Cordelia’s council and they lived with her more than the other two had, it looked like they were trying to comunicate without saying anything, but it was Madison who spoke first.

“Isn’t there a rule that say: don’t put a girl in a woman’s position?” She mocked.

Cordelia rolled her eyes to her older student. “I have been watching her for years now, Madison. She’s ready.”

“So why are you asking us? Or that wasn’t a question?”

“Well, you’re my current Council, your opinion is very important to me.” Cordelia shrugged.

Madison watched her Supreme for a couple of seconds, before scoffing. “It wasn’t a question then.”

“I don’t want her to be unprepared like I was.” The older woman explained. “This way, she will start to help taking decision for this Coven. I won’t do it if any of you have an objection.”

Zoe moved unconfortable in her chair before answering. “If you think she’s ready, I agree with it. You’re right, she’s very talent, I teached her myself when she first got here and I can tell that.”

“You could have done it without flirting.” Madison snapped back to her girlfriend.

“I never...”

“Fine.” Madison cut Zoe before she could finish. “But I won’t work with Junior until we have her fully trained.”

Queenie rolled her eyes. “I think she will be a great help, we do have a lot of papers to go throught. Besides, the newest one does the boring stuff.”

Cordelia giggled at the girl, squeezing her hand on top of the desk, before turning to look at Misty with a smile that warmed the whole room. “So?”

Misty knew she was right – like always. Mallory was ready to do it and it was going to be beneficial to everyone to have her be envolved in things before she becames the Supreme, Win-win. But she looked at Cordelia again. Just the other night, she had to say a spell twice in the greenhouse, just after Mallory transmutate from her room to the kitchen to get a cup of water.

Her eyes filled with tears before she could stop herself. Misty never hated anyone, not even the crazy people who burned her at the stake, and maybe she didn’t actually hate the girl, but she wished Mallory never got there in the first place.

“Misty?” Cordelia’s smile had fadded into worry when she saw the look in her girlfriend’s eyes.

“Sure.” She whispered, seconds before spinning out of the room.

Misty ignored everyone while she ran to the greenhouse, knowing Cordelia was right behind her. She managed to slip inside the greenhouse before she started to cry and sob like never before. Cordelia had her arms around her in a heatbeat, stroking her hair and whispering sweet things in her ear, trying to calm her down and stop the tears.

The Cajun had gone throught a lot of shit in her life. Burned at the stake, left to die in a coffin, fail the Seven Wonders, she was judge for being different all her life, she never had friends and she lived in the Swamps for months all by herself. Nothing of that was easy to live by, but to think that Cordelia, her soulmate, was going to die, was the worst thing that ever happened to her.

Misty prayed to Goddess or whatever superior being that could exist to take her in Cordelia’s place. She would gladly go if that meant Cordelia would be okay.

“Misty, darling, talk to me.” Cordelia begged. She felt useless and powerless, like there was nothing she could do to help the other woman.

“You’re dying.” The wild-haired woman whispered, feeling her knees became jelly under her.

Cordelia, sensing the woman was about to collapse, helped her sit in one of the stools, not letting go of her hands in the process. Misty was shaking, holding her hands so fiercely that it was almost painful, but she wasn’t going to complain, not when her wife looked so lost and terrified. “Misty, baby, what are you talking about?”

Misty shook her head and looked at their hands, lost in the feeling inside her chest. She felt hopeless and that was something she never felt before. “Mal-Mallory i-is getting stron-ger.” Her voice was shaky because of the sobs and that broke Cordelia’s heart. “You-You-You’re go-going t-to die!”

“Oh, darling.” Cordelia sighed heavly, pulling her so Misty’s head would rest in her chest while she hugged the woman as close to her body as possible. She used one of her hands to stroke Misty’s hair, while the other one was pressing firmly in her back, as a reminder that she was still there and she was going nowhere. “I’m not going to die any time soon.” Her voice was low, but the vibration in her chest when she spoke helped to calm down the younger blonde. “You’re stuck with me until we’re old and I will need your help to get to the bathroom.”

Misty almost fell from the bench when she tried to get closer to Cordelia, desperately holding into her like the devil himself was trying to pull her down. “Delia.” She sounded like a wound animal and Cordelia finally let her own tear roll down her face.

“Mist, one day Mallory will become the Supreme. And for that happen, I will need to go.” The older woman tried to be gentle in her approach, but she figured there was nothing she could say that would sugar up the situation. “But that’s not happening today, or tomorrow, or in a very long time. Mallory is with us for more than eight years now and she learned so much. She’s a teacher. Is natural that she will learn how to do new magic, that dosen’t mean it’s making me weaker.”

“Fiona...”

“My mother killed herself with her choices.” Cordelia cut her gently. “She drinked, smoked and Goddess know what else. Besides, we rushed the raising of a new Supreme because we wanted her gone. She was bad for this Coven and we took a very hard decision since she wasn’t able to let her powers go. What happened to her won’t happen to me. When Mallory is ready and I have nothing else to give to this Coven, my powers will fade so she can rise. It will happen naturally.”

“You said she’s ready to be in the Council.” Misty was silently crying now, paying attention to every word that came out of the other woman’s mouth like she was telling the most important secret in the world.

Cordelia giggled softly. “You’re also a part of the Council, Misty. It only means that I trust her to help me manage this Coven.” She leaned to press a kiss on top of the Cajun’s head. “Can I ask you something, darling?” When Misty nodded, Cordelia took a deep breath. “Is that why you’re treating Mallory so badly?”

Misty choose to remain silent for a while, considering how to answer it, but it was Cordelia and she trusted the woman to never judge for anything. “I can’t help it. Everytime I look at her I see... you, but not in a good way.”

“In what way?”

“Dead.” Misty sniffed. “She reminds me that you’re going to die.”

“We all are going to die one day.” Cordelia replayed with a smile, putting a blonde lock behind the younger girl’s ear.

Misty sighed. “Yes, but...” She removed her head from the comfy place between Cordelia’s breast to look at the woman’s eyes. It crossed the Supreme’s mind that she had never saw Misty so serious before. “You’re getting sick, you never got sick before. And she... she’s not.”

Cordelia had a sad smile when she was done talking. She kept forgetting just how sensitive Misty could be. “People get sick. I had a flu or two, I was out of luck, but that dosen’t mean I will drop dead in the ground.” Misty’s hand clenched around the back of her dress like it was going to happen right now, and Cordelia was quick to calm her by placing a loving kiss in her forehead. “You don’t need to be mad at Mallory, sad or angry. You or any of the other girls.” Misty arched her eyebrown to that and Cordelia laughed. “The four of you aren’t as subtle as you think you’re. I know why Zoe and Madison came back, I know Queenie is keeping an eye on me when you’re not around. You all think I’m about to die.”

“We’re worried.”

“I know, baby.” Cordelia’s face softened to that and she used the back of her fingers to caress Misty’s face. “You don’t need to worry about that, ok? Let me do the worrying because, after all, it’s happening to me and I will be able to know when we have to worry, ok?”

“Do ya promisse to tell me?” Misty’s voice had suddenly got lower and her accent popped out when she pouted.

Cordelia thought she never looked cuter. “I promisse I will tell you when is time to worry. I will tell you, and then we will tell the girls, so we can all worry together about something that none of us can do nothing about.” She finished with a light giggled and an eye roll. “Meanwhile... stop blaming Mallory.” Misty blushed to that. “It’s ok, baby. I understand. I can’t say I wouldn’t feel the same way if our places were changed. But I want you to try. You two always got along so well, I don’t want you to push your swamp partner away about something that it’s not her fault.” Cordelia poked her nose, smiling when she crinkled it. “She didn’t choose this.”

“I know.” Misty sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you did nothing wrong.” Cordelia leaned for a kiss that Misty was glad to give. It was sweet and slow, almost like they were trying to hold as much as they could into each other before letting go to grab some air. “I love you, Misty Day, everyday and everynight, until the day I die.”

“I love you, Delia, to Hell and back.” That earned her a narrowed eyes that were clearly annoyed. Misty giggled, slidding her hands around Cordelia waist more gently than she had done before. “It is true.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes and placed her arms around Misty’s neck, even if her upper body was leaning away from the other girl. “Say something like that and you won’t be allowed to listen to Stevie for a week.”

Misty only smiled, suddenly lost in the Supreme’s dark eyes. She couldn’t wait to spend her life by her side.

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