#cordelia fic

[unhelpfulfemme]

Another thing I liked is how Laurent's trauma is handled, because usually when a character has a Secretly Traumatic Backstory there's some kind of annoyingly maudlin scene about it. Either they get into some kind of big conflict with the love interest and are forced to explain themselves so they don't get judged or dumped, or the love interest intrudes on a vulnerable moment and sees them being abused or somehow handling the consequences of that abuse, or they are explained the circumstances by a benevolent third party, and this changes their view of the abused character because now they're god's poorest meow meow and I just fucking hate it every time.

Like, this is why I stopped reading this type of story: because the amount of crowding and backing into a corner and privacy violation that happens to abused characters in order to coax them into opening up about it and reassure them that they're okay is so annoying. I feel like I've been psychologyposting on main too much lately, so I might explain later why I feel this way or I might not but in any case I hate it.

I love that this book is the literal opposite of that, that Damen not only doesn't crowd Laurent and insist that he open up, but that Damen ensuring space and privacy and time to calm down for Laurent when he's overwhelmed is repeatedly portrayed as an act of friendship and caring and love (that Laurent later reciprocates, because they both lose their heads when something pushes their buttons and understand this about each other).

I also love how Damen doesn't fall in love with Laurent because Laurent is sad and fucked up, or because he's so brave to have put up with the abuse, or because Damen too is sad like Laurent (I'm physically restraining myself from going off on a rant about how shared trauma is hardly ever a good foundation for a relationship): no, he falls in love with Laurent because he's whip-smart, and a good leader, and funny, and tender once he opens up, and a lateral thinker, and a man of integrity who keeps his promises and pays back his debts (and because he's pretty and blonde and good at sporty shit that Damen likes). Some of these things may have been shaped by the awful shit that happened to Laurent, as they were also probably shaped by his station or his education or his body type or any other circumstance of his life, but it's refreshing to have a character who went through awful shit but who also has other things going on for him that make him loveable instead of being completely defined by his trauma. And even when Damen finds out, the way he thinks about Laurent literally doesn't change at all - the things he likes about Laurent are still seen in the same light as always, Laurent's personality as a whole is still the same, even his attitude towards what Laurent did to him when they first met doesn't change much (as we see in the short story epilogue). And even this last bit is really cool because Laurent is never stripped of his agency or made out into some sort of helpless victim currently, both of which would probably mortify him with how much he's trying to establish that he's not at any opportunity.

And I also like how it's not necessary for Laurent to tell Damen about it in order for them to be close, nor does Damen push him into it. And everyone else seems to agree that it's Laurent's story to tell when and how he wants it told, except for the villain of the piece, who reveals it in the most awful way possible. This is particularly important because Damen spends three books grabbing everyone in Laurent's life by the shoulders and shaking them and going, "Why do you care about this guy??? Have you noticed that he's kind of an ashole?? Why are you loyal to him?? Why???" and no one ever says anything, because they're protective of Laurent and don't want to take away his agency or privacy because it's his fucking story to tell. Even after Damen finds out, we don't see him mention it and he probably lets Laurent open up or not on his own terms, as he does with everything else that doesn't directly concern him. Even though we've seen through Laurent's dialogue time and time again that he's probably conceptualizing it in some fucked up ways in his own head and needs yet to realize that he's not some kind of twisted pervert for what happened to him, crowding him about it before he's ready won't accomplish much.

And the story itself backs all this by never being maudlin about it even though it's obvious what happened pretty early on (I figured it out really early, I remember suspecting it almost immediately and being dead sure of it by the Ancel scene in the garden); it kind of elipses around it, gives hints and parallels to other characters in similar circumstances, has Laurent say incoherent shit that makes sense in context, has other characters hint at it, but with Laurent being one of the central characters it's cool that the story gives him that respect and doesn't wallow in the tragedy of it all.

#captive prince #I'm gonna be honest I've only read one other story where this kind of well-meaning breaking of boundaries was explicitly portrayed as bad #and it was a darth maul-centric fic of all things #special mention for my most beloathed cordelia vorkosigan pop psychology philosophy of talking at people until they #understand why they're wrong to feel bad about something #which drove me up the wall even though I liked those books

[dyke-ulaura]

I’m thinking about a post i made a while ago about the differences in the way Cordelia and Charlotte are often depicted online. I can’t find it now but I wanted to add something.

Because it’s often written as if Marvin was just a complete pathetic mess until The Lesbians (also kinda weird that the fandom talks about them as if they’re a single unit, it was a funny joke in the show. I get it. shut up now) swooped in and mothered him until he was a decent person. As if he was some snivelling child with no independency whom The Lesbians had to teach right from wrong and not an adult who fucked up and is trying to fix his mistakes. The way some of you write their relationship makes it hard to understand why either Charlotte or Cordelia want to be his friends. And it’s a disservice to Marvin’s character because this is exactly what he did in his relationship with Trina — treating her like a mother. Writing it this way doesn’t give him any growth at all, it just doubles down on the same issue.

Yes, they helped him a lot, but by being there as friends, as examples of a healthy queer relationship. Not by treating him like a fucking baby.

#and really it’s always Charlotte doing the heavy lifting Cordelia’s just there to get in a few quirky little moments #but I said that in the last post #I need to finish the fic I was writing about them before uni started back #also I haven’t actually been on ao3 in a while this isn’t like directed at anything specifically #falsettos

[stayevildarling]

Hi!! You are seriously truly such a wonderful writer. I know you are probably busy w/ so many wonderful asks but I have a request for Wilhemina x Cordelia x Billie x Reader where reader is sick and maybe using a couple of these prompts? Some angsty hurt/comfort maybe?!

”I am going to ask how you are and I want you to answer me honestly”

“Alright you want to walk by yourself…let’s see that”

”You’re complexion is scaring me…please sit down”

“I am just trying to help”

“Can you hold my hand?”

Whatever you come up with will be wonderful, you are so talented!!

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- All is well

A/N: I'm a sucker for sick fics so thank you for this request 🫶

tw: mention of sickness (nausea, temperature, fainting), cursing, angst, fluff

word count: 4.7k

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As you stand amidst the lush greenery of the greenhouse, your voice softly rings through the air, as you guide some students through the current botanical care lesson. The morning sun filters through the glass windows, casting shadows across the room, making the greenhouse look as ethereal as ever.

But beneath the sense of calm, a subtle unease feeling gnaws at your insides. It had been there all morning, a feeling of sickness that threatened to overwhelm you with each passing moment. And yes- you really should have stayed in bed this morning, waking up after feeling Billie's soft arms wrap around you, Cordelia snuggling into your chest, as an overwhelming headache pounded against your skull. Skipping breakfast, you decided to soldier on, determined to teach the two classes on your schedule for today. The growing weakness weighs heavy on your limbs.

As you reach for a potted plant to demonstrate proper care techniques, a wave of dizziness sweeps over you, causing the room to tilt. You quickly steady yourself against the nearest table, waiting for the nausea to pass, as you fight to maintain your composure. You had never been well at showing when you aren't feeling well, rather keeping to yourself in those times and putting on a brave face. However, since being with your three girlfriends, they slowly have been coaxing you out of your shell with their kindness and gentle care. But equally you knew right now wasn't a good time, Cordelia busy with the academy, Billie working on another season of her show and Wilhemina just always busy in general and hard working.

Somehow you manage to push through the lesson, relieved to have a ten minute break before your second one. On shaky legs you make your way to the kitchen, opting tea was the best choice right now and determined to add some herbs to make this go away. As you wait for the kettle, you suddenly feel two arms wrap around you from behind. ,,Hi babydoll'' you hear Billie's soft voice ring through the air as she leans her head on your shoulder. ,,How are you feeling?'' she asks, beaming a little as she had missed you already, despite seeing you two hours ago.

,,Yeah I'm good Billie'' you muster up your best smile, before she presses a kiss to your cheek, ready to get back to work and let you go back to class. ,,Woah your cheeks are burning'' she states, a shimmer of concern in her reflection. ,,All good, just hot in there'' you chuckle, pointing towards the greenhouse before the blonde nods, not entirely believing your statement but letting you go either way.

After a little while, you find yourself leaning on your desk, sipping on the drink for dear life, the warm liquid feeling like a comforting hug, as you felt like you are frozen inside, shivering even, despite your cheeks glowing red and your forehead on fire, the signs of your sickness becoming more evident. ,,Just one more class'' you try and reassure yourself, as more students join you in the greenhouse, getting ready for you to teach a potion class.

No matter how hard you try to be brave and power through it, it's hopeless as sickness refused to be ignored, it's presence a constant reminder of your vulnerability in this moment. Your students had caught on a little while ago, your state an indication of your agony. And so they watch on for a little while, with concern, their voices mute in the distance as you struggle to push through the fog that clouds your mind.

Meanwhile, Billie Dean makes her way upstairs, having mostly finished her online meetings for the day and phone calls regarding the filming of her show. Her heels echo softly through the white academy, before knocking and entering the supreme's office. There sits Cordelia, typing away on her computer, looking as beautiful as ever. Billie takes a seat, lighting a cigarette and enjoying the view, her girlfriend in a white blouse, some hair tucked behind her ear, exposing some silver earrings and her serious ''I'm working'' face that Billie absolutely adored.

,,To what do I owe this pleasure, darling?'' Cordelia asks softly as she can feel Billie's gaze lingering on her. Billie simply smiles while taking another long drag from her cigarette. The two of them fall into a quiet, comfortable conversation, catching up on their days, while things become worse in the greenhouse for you.

As your knuckles turn white from holding onto the desk for dear life, your entire vision is blurry, little stars and black spots beginning to form in them slowly as your stomach churns, your cheeks and forehead now burning as you still feel so cold, shivering in the process. ,,Fuck'' you think to yourself, considering you have a whole class to teach but at the same time beginning to accept you couldn't finish it today. In any clear state of mind, you would have sent them away, telling them you would teach the rest another time, or even ask one of the other older girls like Zoe or even Delia to take over if she wasn't so busy.

,,Miss Y/LN'' one of the younger witches tries, her voice pulling you back into the present and the greenhouse.

,,Are you feeling quite alright?'' she asks, the concern laced in her voice and you hate yourself for showing weakness and them catching on.

Your inability to talk not only makes you panic and so one of the older witches step forward ,,Addy go and fetch someone'' she instructs, while you violently try to shake your head ,,Not them, get Zoe'' you somehow force the words out, knowing Addy would know what you mean by that. There was no way you could let them see you like this, knowing they would drop absolutely everything for you straight away. But you are fine, simply needing someone to dismiss or take over the class for you and possibly help you upstairs to bed. You would be fine after, just needing a little rest.

As Addy pushes the door to the academy open, she runs, ignoring Cordelia's rule for a moment, knowing she would be upset when she finds out but at the same time worried about you. You had always been kind to Addy, especially when she first joined and she wanted you to be okay. As she hastily runs through the academy, she scans all the rooms, not being able to find Zoe or any of the older witches, and as she continues running she turns around, only for a split moment to guide herself, when she bumps into someone, landing on the floor in return.

As Addy looks up, she can see her, the woman with red hair, wearing a lilac uniform, holding onto her cane with a questioning and disapproving expression. ,,Ms Venable-'' Addy pants, gulping as she knows the woman could be quite strict. ,,I'm so sorry-'' she pants, causing Wilhemina's eyebrows to furrow. As Addy makes it back on her feet, her breathing comes out rushed, her eyes scanning around the hallway. ,,What is it?'' Wilhemina asks, her voice coming out harsher than intended. ,,I need to find Zoe, it's an emergency'' Addy states, meeting the redheads icy gaze. ,,Why?'' Wilhemina asks, noticing the distress on the poor girl in front of her. ,,I'm not supposed to say'' Addy mumbles.

,,And what is that supposed to mean?'' she questions, her cane striking the floor once. ,,I am meant to get Zoe, not you, Ms Howard or Ms Cordelia'' she speaks and the redheads eyes widen then, knowing exactly what that means. Without a single word, the redhead makes her way to the greenhouse, Addy following behind her with her gaze dropped to the floor. Wilhemina's steps are rushed, knowing you so well by now that something must be wrong with you, worry filling her features.

As she steps into the greenhouse, she finds your students looking at her filled with concern, her eyes lingering on you as you stand by your desk, expression pale, shaking and eyes closed. ,,This class is dismissed'' her voice rings through the greenhouse, instantly ushering everyone to leave. ,,Go and get Ms Cordelia and Ms Howard'' she speaks to Addy, meeting her gaze. ,,Now'' she states, before Addy rushes off hastily again.

Silence falls over the greenhouse, Wilhemina still lingering by the door, you not even having registered the events from moments ago as the sickness was slowly pulling you under. With gentle and calm steps, despite her inner turmoil seeing you like this, she approaches, halting a few steps away from you. ,,Y/N?'' she tries softly, causing you to force your eyes open, realising what was going on. ,,Mina'' you quickly try and compose yourself, ignoring the pounding headache, your ears ringing and vision blurring.

”I am going to ask how you are and I want you to answer me honestly” she speaks, causing your eyes to find hers, seeing them filled with concern, despite her voice strict.

Meanwhile Cordelia and Billie still sit in the supremes office, chatting away. ,,Have you seen Y/N since this morning?'' the supreme asks gently, meeting the mediums gaze. ,,Yeah once, she seemed a little off'' she explains, remembering how hastily you rushed back to the greenhouse and your burning cheeks. Before Cordelia can reply, there is an urgent knocking on her door before the door bursts open ,,Addy?'' Cordelia asks, noticing the younger witches panicked expression. ,,Ms Venable needs you urgently in the greenhouse'' she speaks, almost stumbling over her words. Cordelia and Billie lock eyes, their breathes hitching a little before they rush out her office and into the greenhouse.

,,Mina I- I'm fine'' you lie, not wanting to worry her, not wanting her to tell you off for leaving bed in the first place when feeling like this. With shaky hands, you reach for your things, ignoring the redheads gaze following your every move. ”Little one you’re complexion is scaring me…please sit down” she tries, much softer now, figuring your inner turmoil as she wasn't good at showing her vulnerable side either. Your eyes meet hers then, almost faltering under her gaze and soft words.

Cordelia and Billie rush inside, finally making it to the greenhouse, seeing your state and your girlfriend beside you. Cordelia's mouth slightly agape, not having seen you like this before, Billie equally confused and concerned.

,,Mina I'm just feeling a little under the weather, I just need to go upstairs, no need to worry'' you somehow force the words out, sighing a little, hating when her beautiful features crease with concern.

And then your girlfriend sighs, “Alright you want to walk by yourself…let’s see that” she ushers, her voice strict and cane hitting the floor twice.

Challenging your inner stubbornness, you ignore your two girlfriends having just walked in, forcing your tired feet and legs to at least get you out of the greenhouse for now. And then it hits you, like a slap in the face from reality, their worried and lingering gazes causing for the sickness to overwhelm you, your complexion turning even more white, feet and legs betraying you as you sink to the floor, crumbling under the weight of the flu and your need to keep this hidden and soldier through.

,,Y/N'' Cordelia calls out, quick to bolt over and catch you in her arms, sinking to the floor with you. ,,She's burning up'' the supreme explains, her breath hitching as she meets Wilhemina's guilty eyes, guilt consuming her for her earlier harsh words.

Billie is quick to rush to your side as well, her worry evident in the furrow of her brow, as she kneels beside you. ,,Damn it Y/N'' she mutters softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead, meeting Cordelia's eyes considering how warm you feel. ,,You should have told us you were feeling this bad'' she whispers.

On the verge of unconsciousness, you can feel Cordelia's arms around you, providing a sense of calm and security admits the chaos of your illness. ,,Sweetheart? can you hold my hand?'' she asks, her voice gentle yet firm, seeking to ground you in the present moment.

You nod weakly, with shaky hands reaching out to grasp her hand, trying hard to hold it tightly but you can barely hold on, struggling to keep the sickness at bay. The supreme glances at the medium, kneeling beside her, noticing how your eyes keep fluttering, worry filling their features. Wilhemina hovers nearby, holding onto her cane hard, her expression a mixture of concern and guilt, knowing she should have been more attentive to your well-being and at the same time knowing she wouldn't be of much help now, due to her back.

,,We need to get you upstairs little one'' Wilhemina declares, her tone leaving no room for argument. Two blonde heads snap in her direction, Billie visibly upset with the redhead for the exchange she witnessed after walking into the greenhouse minutes before. Cordelia's eyes are conflicted, knowing that Wilhemina showed her care in a different way with you, the two of you being equally stubborn, still she wishes this wouldn't have escalated the way it did, at the same time seeking for Wilhemina's rational thinking and sense of calm in these situations.

Despite their inner turmoil, your two blonde girlfriends agree, Cordelia and Billie gently lifting you to your feet, however they are about to betray you and by your panicked expression, the supreme can tell and simply takes you in her arms with one swift motion, before taking you up the staircase to your bedroom, her steps both gentle but rushed at the same time, as she feels your forehead on her chest, noticeably hot, listening to your laboured breathing. Billie is quick to lead the way, opening the necessary doors for the supreme, before they gently lay you on the bed. Wilhemina following behind, trying to keep her emotions at bay.

As your body comes into contact with the cold white sheets, you find yourself shivering even more, despite your body temperature continuing to rise, your throat feels on fire with each swallow, feeling like sharp razor blades are stopping you from doing so. Your stomach churns, the lack of food and illness causing you to feel nauseous. Cordelia and Billie in the meantime waste no time, the supreme gathering all sort of items and medication necessary to help your state, Billie collecting some water, clean clothes and towels for you, ready to do anything to get you to feel a little more at ease.

When Wilhemina enters the bedroom, she finds Billie hastily brushing past her, to get you some tea and water, not even acknowledging the redhead, figuring Cordelia is in the bathroom or her office grabbing some things. She finds you on the bed, shivering eyes closed but face scrunched up in pain and her heart breaks at the sight, her first instinct to be there for you and keep you company. With steps as quick as light, her cane echo matching the pain in her heart, she makes her way over to bed, sitting beside you gently, before she tugs you in a little, searching for your hand and squeezing it, a silent gesture that she was both there and sorry. If you could think clearly right now, you wouldn't even be upset, the conversation from before just exactly how Wilhemina and you communicate at times, both aware that you are utterly stubborn, despite neither of you admitting this ever. You didn't blame her, aren't upset, in fact you are the one feeling guilty for worrying them and not being honest from the beginning, causing for exactly to happen what you didn't want, them hovering, worrying and wasting their time on taking care of you.

Almost at the same time, Cordelia and Billie burst through the door, hating to have left you alone for a moment, the supreme's features softening as she sees Mina sitting beside you, the medium still not meeting the redheads eyes. ,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia tries, kneeling on the bed beside you ,,I need you to open your mouth a second please'' she ushers, and you comply, not opening your eyes but doing what you are told. She softly puts a thermometer under your tongue, the wait for the result feeling like an eternity, Billie in the meantime waiting with some painkillers and water. As soon as the beeping rings through the room, Cordelia and Wilhemina inspect the number. ,,102'' is displayed and the blondes face grows pale then.

Their eyes meet, Cordelia's filled with panic while Wilhemina tries to keep calm. ,,She needs to take these'' Billie ushers, as your two girlfriends sit you up gently, leaning your body against the head frame of the bed. ,,Open up babydoll'' she ushers but you don't comply, hating to swallow medication. Wilhemina remembers, giving you a soft encouraging smile, before squeezing your hand a little tighter. ,,It's okay little one'' she encourages and so you comply, opening your mouth, feeling a shaky soft hand placing some tablets in your mouth before leading a glass to your lips and swallowing the tablets. Billie gives you a little smile, displaying that she is proud of you, despite her heart breaking at the sight.

,,We need to get her in the bathtub'' Wilhemina announces, meeting Cordelia's worried brown eyes. The three of them agree, Cordelia again lifting you into her arms, Billie already on her way to the bathroom to run it for you. At this point you slipped into a daze, not aware of your surroundings or much of what was going on. Unable to feel your girlfriend gently carrying you into the bathroom, sitting you at the edge of the tub, before gently taking your clothes off. You can't feel Billie's thumbs softly brushing your cheeks.

Once the bath is made, they sit you inside and that's when your eyes pry open, the cold water awakening you, hurting every inch of your tired body and causing for tears to fill your vision. Panic shoots through your body, causing you to jolt and try and escape the cold bathtub. However, Cordelia is right there, kneeling beside you and trying to keep you calm. ,,Shh sweetie, I know I know'' she coos, being able to feel your pain and tears almost spilling from her brown eyes, seeing you in so much agony. ,,It hurts'' you choke on a sob, before you register another person present in the white tiled bathroom. ,,I know little one but we need to get your temperature down'' she explains softly, trying to search your eyes.

All you want to do is kick, scream and cry but you give up, knowing they are right and simply letting the cold water consume you whole. For a while you sit there, eyes closed, shivering, trying hard to think about anything but the cold to keep you calm. Billie Dean slips inside after a little while, having made you some tea and placing it on your night table, sneaking for a cigarette as well, knowing you are in good hands in the meantime. She frowns seeing your state, moving a little closer to inspect you. ,,We should get her out'' she mumbles to the other two, seeing your lips turning blue and teeth chattering. Cordelia meets Wilhemina's gaze, the redhead nodding before passing the supreme some towels.

It doesn't take long before they have you dried, in some comfortable and warm clothes and tugged into bed. Cordelia convinced you to have some of the tea Billie Dean had made, before you fell into a deep slumber, finally able to sleep the sickness off, Cordelia's hands hovering over you, her magic soothing your tired muscles, the pounding headache and nauseous feeling. Once you are finally asleep, the shivering having stopped as well, they exhale deeply, as if they haven't taken a single breath since finding you in the greenhouse before. Billie smiles softly at the supreme from the other side of the bed, a thankful one for taking such lovely care. ,,Did you add the herbs darling?'' the supreme asks softly and Billie nods, Cordelia's worried features slowly turning into relief ,,She should feel better in no time then'' the blonde explains with a gentle smile.

As you sleep off the agony you have been feeling, the three of them cleared their schedules, Wilhemina retreating to her office, wanting to be close to you, however not wanting to be anywhere near the others, being able to feel their judgement and her rational side reminding her, if you would wake or need anything, they would fetch her. Cordelia only slipped out of the bedroom for a moment, finding Addy and the other girls and explaining that all is well and classes would resume tomorrow, giving the witches some relief as they had been worried about you and at the same time giving them an afternoon off which came much appreciated of course. Billie cleared her schedule for the rest of the day, not leaving your side once, taking turns between holding your hand, rubbing soothing circles on them, or brushing some hair between your ear, watching over your sleeping form, ready to tend to you whenever you would wake up.

A few hours had passed, you mostly sleeping off the sickness and symptoms knocking the breath from you, a while ago. Wilhemina briefly made an appearance at dinner, finding Cordelia there for a while but not you or Billie. Figuring you hadn't eaten, the redhead makes her way to the kitchen, warming up some soup for you and making some more tea. As she walks up the stairs with a little tray in hand, she struggles a little, way too stubborn to ask for help, matching your stubbornness this morning. As she enters the bedroom, she finds you sleeping in the same spot still, Cordelia and Billie by your side, their eyes meeting Wilhemina's.

,,Darling?'' Cordelia asks gently, her eyebrows furrowing, seeing Wilhemina's posture. ,,What are you doing? your back darling'' Cordelia states, walking over and quickly taking the tray from her. After placing it gently on a table, she gives the redhead a smile, the earlier events already long forgotten. Wilhemina looks over your sleeping body, noticing how you aren't shivering anymore. ,,How is she?'' the redhead asks, feeling a little insecure, despite being able to hide it well in her features and voice. ,,Better I think, thank you'' the supreme states, taking the redheads hand and rubbing little circles on it with her thumb.

When Wilhemina meets Billie's gaze, she still finds her features filled with anger and disapproval. ,,What?'' the redhead hisses, rolling her eyes at Billie's antics. ,,Do you think you can fix this with some soup and tea?'' the medium argues, her voice betraying her emotions. Cordelia steps forward ,,Not in here'' she urges, ushering both of them out the bedroom and into her office, the room right next to the bedroom.

The sound of Wilhemina's cane and Billie's heels echo angrily through the hallway, before Cordelia closes the door. ,,What is the matter with you two?'' she asks, her gaze meeting her lovers. ,,The problem is this is your fault Wilhemina'' Billie speaks, addressing the redhead. Wilhemina simply scoffs at the statement ,,I am just trying to help'' the redhead replies, feeling guilty as it is and not needing the mediums judgement. ,,Then why were you so harsh in the greenhouse, she needed you, she needed us'' Billie argues, her face growing a little red from anger. ,,Billie'' Cordelia tries, not wanting the situation to escalate.

"You should've been more attentive to her," Billie accuses, her voice laced with frustration as she turns to face Wilhemina again. "Y/N was clearly sick, and you just let her push herself like that."

Wilhemina's expression hardens, her pride clashing with Billie's accusations. "I was only trying to respect her independence," she defends, her tone defensive yet tinged with regret. "I didn't realize how serious it was."

Their voices are raised by now, the emotions bubbling out of both of them, causing you to stir from sleep. As your eyes flutter open, you notice the absence of the pounding headache, your vision clear, stomach much better, despite still feeling a little under the weather but grateful for your girlfriends attentive care. Your heartbeat quickens as you hear both of your girlfriends shouting from next door, so slowly but surely you crawl out of bed, making your way next door, the cold floor sending a shiver through your body.

Cordelia steps forward, her presence commanding attention as she seeks to diffuse the tension between her two lovers. "We're all at fault here," she interjects, her voice calm yet authoritative. "Billie you noticed her temperature and couldn't have known this morning, same with Wilhemina. Y/N needs us now, not tearing each other apart''.

Both Wilhemina and Billie fall silent, their gazes shifting to Cordelia as she speaks. Despite their differences, Billie knows she is feeling argumentative due to her own insecurity and blaming herself for not having picked this up earlier, respecting Wilhemina's wisdom and guidance, the redhead also grateful for the mediums care towards you and knowing they both have your best interest at heart.

As the door creeks open, their heads snap towards you, their features softening immediately, seeing you up and awake. ,,Sweetheart, what are you doing up?'' Cordelia asks, her voice filled with concern and adoration. She walks over, her hand checking for a temperature, relief washing over her as you fell much better. You snuggle into her chest before mumbling ,,I heard shouting'' your gaze meeting both Billie's and Wilhemina's. Their gazes drop to the floor, feeling guilty before Billie approaches ,,I'm sorry for waking you babydoll'' she apologises, giving you a little smile.

,,I'm sorry for not saying anything and I'm sorry I made you worry and argue'' you apologise, still snuggling into Cordelia's chest. ,,It's all okay sweetheart, we are just glad you are okay'' the supreme reassures as she meets your eyes, her thumb reaching for your chin and making you look up at her. Silence falls over the room, before a very loud growling noise interrupts the peace and quiet, your face turns red as you hide into your girlfriend, Cordelia smiling before she chuckles ,,Oh dear, someones hungry?'' she smiles and you simply nod.

Billie Dean steps forward ,,Well darling, Mina here made you some soup, would you like me to heat it up for you?'' she asks and you simply nod. ,,Let's go then sweetie'' Cordelia ushers you back to the bedroom, still wanting you to take it slow. Before Billie can follow after you, Wilhemina's hand reaches for the mediums. ,,I-'' she begins but Billie is quick to interrupt her ,,All good darling, I'm sorry too'' she speaks softly, before pressing a little kiss to the redheads cheek.

And so the rest of the evening is spent in your shared bedroom, Billie heating up some soup for you, Cordelia still checking your temperature regularly and making sure you are warm, comfortable and hydrated. Wilhemina hovers nearby, ready to tend to you if you needed anything at all. After a while, the moon begins illuminating the white bedroom, as the four of you get comfortable in bed. Cordelia and Billie to your left, Wilhemina to your right. The two blondes snuggle into you from behind, spooning you and keeping you warm. Your face is turned to Wilhemina and when she finally makes it into bed your eyes meet her brown ones. ,,Mina?'' you almost whisper into the silence of the night as you can already hear Billie's soft snores fill the room.

,,Yes little one?'' she asks in return, her hand wandering to your cheek and cupping it gently. ,,I'm sorry'' you whisper, feeling bad about todays events. ,,You have nothing to be sorry for little one, I am sorry'' her words are gentle and soft, your Mina very present now. A shiver runs through your body, the sickness still lingering on you a little bit and she picks it up. ,,Are you cold little one?'' she asks and you simply nod ,,Come here'' she coos, before you snuggle into her chest. Cordelia scooting a little closer and warming you up from behind ,,I love you my sweet girl'' she whispers into your ear, causing you to smile into her chest before sleepily confessing your love for her. And with your three girlfriends holding you through the night, you already know you will feel much better in the morning.

#cordelia goode #sarah paulson #wilhemina venable #ahs #american horror story #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader #ahs coven #wilhemina venable x reader #billie dean howard x reader #sick fic

[alastairstom]

A gift for @angeldaisies because she's not feeling well ---

James was a tea enthusiast, and he cared for it when he was ill more than ever. His favorite, lapsang souchang, may not have been a classic tea for those with throat or stomach ailments, but he loved it quite well and requested it continuously.

She brewed it for him, and brewed it some more; it was no challenge, and she wished to assist her beloved husband in both sickness and in health. So she would hand him a mug and plop down into bed beside him, resting her head on his shoulder despite continuous protests that she may become ill as well.

"Surely if I am going to catch a cold, I will do so regardless of whether I touch you," she said. "After all, you place your germ-infested hands all about my house, including in my bed. There's no cause for caution; I'll get sick if I get sick, and that's all."

"But-"

She kissed him, and that ended that.

But now, James was asleep, and her hands were playing with the dark strands of his hair tenderly. His eyelashes fluttered, and Cordelia wondered what he might be dreaming about.

But wondering would get neither her nor James anywhere, she decided. Because what he did not know is that she was out of lapsang souchang, and unless he wished for her to provide him with a lesser jasmine or chamomile alternative, she had to go get some more.

James murmured as she rolled away, reaching out to try to keep her against him. She pat his head and gave a quiet apology as she slung her bag over her arm and made her way onto Curzon Street.

Their usual shop, Gunter's, was a cozy little place. "Hello," she said as she approached the owner. "I'm looking to pick up more lapsang souchang, please." She furrowed her brow. "And also rose tulsi." She might as well get something for herself, too. After all, she was the one running the errand.

The owner scratched his head. "Ah, Cordelia. I can give you the tulsi," he said, "but we're completely out of the smoky-tea. Apologies. Could I get you something else?"

Cordelia sighed, giving him some coins in exchange for the tulsi that she slipped into her purse. She continued walking until she reached a new shop, one that she and James had never been to. It was stuffed with books as well as a few containers of loose-leaf tea.

"Excuse me, miss," she said to the sour-faced shop owner, who looked old enough to be her grandmother. "Do you happen to have any lapsang souchang?"

"No," she said. "Don't got none o' those fancy-pants teas that the young 'uns lookin' for always. Classic black, earl grey, jasmine, or nothin'."

"I see," Cordelia said, unable to help herself from sighing. "Thank you anyway."

"Hmph." The shopkeeper turned away, and Cordelia continued onward.

Finally, she reached Piccadilly Circus. She stopped in another newly-opened tea shop, one with airy windows and a girl about her age at the counter. "Hello," she said with a smile.

The girl grinned back. "Hello!"

That was far more promising. "I'm looking to purchase some lapsang souchang tea? For my husband," she said, in case the girl was sympathetic to being young and in love.

The girl's face fell. "We don't have that, though I would love to help you." Her eyes narrowed. "Also, I must say that I love your gown. Where did you purchase it?"

Cordelia laughed brightly, gesturing to the blue silk. "My friend Anna got it for me. I'm not sure where she ordered from - knowing her, it was likely some dark corner of Soho."

The girl giggled. "That sounds enticing," she said. "I like Soho, very much."

"As do I," Cordelia said. "But I really should be off. I need to find my tea. Though," she continued, because she liked the girl, "perhaps I can have a bundle of chocolate-dipped strawberries?"

She gathered them quietly. "Have fun with your husband," she said, handing them off. "But not too much fun. He's in his sickbed, I hear."

"Oh, he will survive," Cordelia laughed as she left.

There was no helping it - she would have to go to Fortnum and Mason. Unfortunate, that - their tea was delicious, but quite overpriced, and she and James were saving up for their honeymoon in Constantinople. She wished to get the best suite in the best hotel, at least for a night, and spending frivolously would impede that, surely.

But this was for James. She would not regret it. So, with a stubbornly upturned chin, she entered the department store, selected the largest-available container of lapsang souchang, and made her purchase.

-

"This is a veritable mountain of tea," James said when she got it back. She was hoping that he would still be asleep, but he was at the table when she walked in, eating a honey sandwich like those Matthew often made. "I hope you're not planning to brew an entire bathtub's full."

"No," she said. "Leaves would surely wind up in dreadful places, and I'm not that adventurous."

James laughed. "Well? Did you sell your soul to a madman who promised luck and fortune but gave you a barrel of my favorite tea in exchange instead? Because if so, you got a bad bargain. For you've a beautiful soul."

"Had a beautiful soul. The tea-demon has it now."

James smiled. "Okay, Daisy. Time for the truth."

So she turned the kettle on, sat down, and recounted her tale to James. "So I may not have sold my soul, but I paid a hefty price groveling at droves of tea shops," she concluded. "The things I do for you, James."

"Yes," he agreed. "I would ask you to kiss me, but I don't wish to get you sick."

"We have been over this several times, and I have already kissed you," she said.

And she did so again.

#herondaisy #jordelia #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #my fic

[independent-variables]

Happy Cody Day to those who celebrate!!! I have a fic in the works, but for now have this snippet:

Dirty Hands

There hadn’t been any dirt on Kamino. There had been grime, and muck, and dust, and sand— blood always, always blood— but no dirt.

Kote dug his hands down deep into the bag of potting soil. He breathed in, and held it. 

The door chimed. He let his breath out slow. 

“Come in,” he called, not moving from his spot at the table, not removing his hands from the dirt.

The door hissed open, and Kote looked up just in time to see Davijaan’s grin wiped away by utter dismay. 

“Are you making a bigger mess?” he demanded, coming to an abrupt halt in the entryway. “After we agreed to come over and help clean your existing mess?” 

Rex unceremoniously shoved Davi forward and finished entering, the door sliding shut behind him. Davi squawked as he stumbled. Kote allowed one corner of his mouth to twitch up before smoothing his expression back to neutral. “Mess?” 

Davijaan gestured emphatically to the potting soil, the designated plant watering cup, and lastly the pots— some empty, some overflowing with staked morning glories— neatly laid out on his kitchen table. “Mess!” 

“What are you doing?” Rex asked, without judgment, stepping up to the table. 

And that was why Rex was his favorite. 

“I'm repotting,” he said, slowly bringing his hands out of the dirt and shaking off the clinging clumps. 

“Repotting?”

“Here.” 

He handed Rex a full pot, and while Davi grumbled his way through washing Kote’s firstmeal dishes and plundering his conservator, Kote showed Rex what M’Vin had shown him about loosening soil and untangling roots. 

#gardener cody has a special place in my heart #commander cody #cody day 2224 #cody day #coday #cordelia's writing #star wars fic #davijaan my beloved

[aghostlybao]

How To Befriend Birds, Ogle Shirtless Hunks, and Win Back Your Ex: A Guide by Porchay Kittisawat

WRITTEN BY @thewholedamnboulangerie for the KPTS BIG BANG '23 EVENT ( @kinnporschebigbang )

#kpts big bang 23 #kinnporsche #kpts fanart #fic art #pixel art #pixel gif #first time doing pixel art #I fell in love with Cordelia #gif animation #kinnsporsche the series #jjseggyedits

[cordeliaachase]

girls when platonic male/female relationships r allowed to exist

girls when she reminds you of your younger sister who never got to grow up

girls when you’re a found family

#angel the series #angel the show #btvs #buffyverse #I know bad things happen we’ll ignore it #their relationship is gonna have me writing platonic fic I stg #cordelia chase

[trensu]

chrissy the vampire slayer

Chrissy screamed. She KNEW taking the shortcut was a bad idea. A cheerleader in the woods after dark by herself? That's the start of at least three different horror movies, she's pretty sure. But Jason had ditched her after winning the game for some victory party with the rest of his basketball buddies and he had been her ride home.

A hulking man pounded after her. Chrissy pushed her legs to run faster, faster. It was a miracle she hadn't tripped over a branch or gotten her foot caught in one of the many hidey-holes the cute little forest critters burrowed into ground. This was a stupid way to die, she berated herself. Jason hadn't even gotten the winning shot in, the dick. It was the upperclassman, Steve Harrington, who did that but Jason was such a suck up that of course he immediately followed Steve to the stupid party like the world's stupidest dog.

How had the man not caught up with her yet? He easily had a foot on her in height. She chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed again as she saw he was still determinedly chasing her.

She broke into a clearing. Except it wasn't a clearing, it was a graveyard because why not make it easier for the creep to hide her body after murdering her? A hysterical giggle got caught in her throat as she quickly came up to a gravestone. Her momentum was not going to allow her to swerve around it without toppling over and then it would be lights out for her forever.

She took a wild leap, closing her eyes in an effort to brace for the inevitable collision, but shockingly she bounded over it like a freaking star track runner. The man behind her crashed into it but before Chrissy could thank her lucky stars for the reprieve, the gravestone instead of tripping up her pursuer freaking broke in half under the force of his impact.

Chrissy sobbed and continued to run blindly through the empty cold graveyard. How was she still running? She was panting for breath but out of sheer fear rather than exhaustion. The man didn't sound out of breath at all as he came after her with the doggedness of an oncoming training. If she didn't know better, she'd say he wasn't breathing at all.

She hastily scrubbed her arm over her eyes to clear the tears away and in that moment of temporary blindness, crashed into the side of the mausoleum with a pained grunt. She scrabbled to stay on her feet. The man, seeing her cornered, slowed to a stop before her and she turned to see him clearly for the first time in the clear full moon light.

Chrissy shrieked when she saw his face. It was...wrong. His brow was deformed, making his sickly yellow eyes look sunken into his face. He grinned at her, revealing disturbingly pointed teeth. He chuckled.

"Poor little girl," he said. "All alone after dark."

He prowled closer and Chrissy felt panic overwhelm her. But then another voice broke the night.

"Hey, cheer queen, catch!"

Chrissy and the man with the deformed face both instinctively turned to look at whoever spoke. Something was thrown at her and Chrissy caught it right out of the air like some kind of major league baseball player. Her hand wrapped around the object and some part of her recognized the feel of it.

It triggered something in her mind and, with no input from any higher thought process, Chrissy twirled the thing in her hand and threw herself forward at the man that had terrorized her. The thing pierced right through the man's rib cage like a hot knife through butter. The man only had enough time to look at her with surprised, widened eyes before he burst into a cloud of dust.

She gasped, accidentally breathed in some of the dust, and devolved into a coughing fit. By the time she was able to catch her breath, the person who had thrown the thing at her, had reached her side.

"So, you're the new slayer."

Chrissy looked up to see Eddie the Freak Munson. Her grip on the thing in her hand tightened as her whole body tensed again. Eddie noticed and hopped back hurriedly with his hands raised up. He smiled benignly at her.

"What is this? What did you call me?" Chrissy asked, gesturing the thing in her hand.

"That," Eddie said in a tone far too chipper for the graveyard and pile of dust nearby, "is a stake, commonly used to fight vampires. And you, cheer queen, are now the slayer. Congrats! Now c'mon, you should talk to my uncle."

Eddie bent down to pick up a black tin lunchbox he must've dropped earlier and then started to saunter off.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Chrissy squeaked. "Are you kidding me? I just got attacked and I stabbed someone and, and, and what the fuck is a slayer?"

Chrissy was not proud at how her words ended in a shriek, but the last hour had been very very stressful and she thought she was entitled to a little hysteria. Eddie halted and turned around. His face softened for a moment.

"I get it, it's been really scary so far," he said, more kindly than before. "Being a slayer is no joke, I know, but you'll feel better after talking to my uncle. Hopefully."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chrissy hiccuped. She felt her eyes get teary again. Eddie huffed, his patience clearly wearing thin but trying to keep it under wraps.

"Look, do you want to stay here all alone? In a graveyard? At night?"

"N-no."

"Then let's go."

Eddie stalked off. Chrissy hurried after him, a deathgrip still on the stake he had thrown at her.

"What were you doing here anyway?" she asked. Eddie rattled the lunchbox he held.

"The ambience here is good for business. Jocks keep their transactions short, with minimal threats. Especially after a winning game. Your boytoy do you proud?" Eddie slanted his eyes at her and waggled his eyebrows. Chrissy grimaced at the phrasing but shook her head.

"No, Steve scored the winning shot. I think he's in your grade?"

"Steeeve Harrington," Eddie drawled with derision. "Of course he did. Douchebag's going to be insufferable."

"Hey," Chrissy protested. She liked Steve. He was funny and he treated all the cheerleaders respectfully, unlike some of the other jocks. "Steve's a nice guy. He's sweet."

"Ha! Hate to break it to you, cheer queen, but there's no way a guy that loaded and that pretty is anything but a douchebag," Eddie snorted.

"So you think he's pretty?" Chrissy snarked back, feeling oddly defensive of Steve. True, Steve could get...prickly...sometimes, but she'd also seen him stop to help a middle school kid find his missing lizard or whatever it was, so she knew he wasn't all that bad.

Eddie stumbled and his cheeks pinked.

"I never said that," he spluttered, eye darting at her and away very quickly. "It's, it's just what all the girls say about him. And he's always strutting around everywhere expecting everyone to fawn over him like he's some kind of Prince Charming. It's distracting. Uh, annoying, I mean."

Oh. Chrissy thought of the trumpet girl in the school band and how she always managed to catch Chrissy's attention no matter what she was doing. The way the girl smiled at her bandmates, the way her brow furrowed while playing...Chrissy felt herself flush, too. Well, that was something to tuck away in a mental box to think about later. Much later. Like, maybe in ten years later. She wondered if Eddie the Freak Munson had a mental box like hers too.

The silence stretched awkwardly between them as they exited the graveyard. Eddie opened the door to his van and bowed dramatically at her as she levered herself in. He made his way around the vehicle and clambered into the driver's seat. The old thing started up on the second try. As Eddie jolted them along the empty road and headed towards the trailer park, it occurred to Chrissy she should ask.

"Why would your uncle be able to help me?"

"You mean aside from being the best guy in all of Hawkins? He used to be a Watcher. He knows how all this goes."

That answered absolutely nothing. Chrissy frowned but kept quiet. She had a feeling Eddie wouldn't say any more about it until they'd met with Wayne Munson anyway.

#trensu tells stories #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #buckingham #steddie #vampires #chrissy the vampire slayer #btvs #eddie is the son of a slayer here #just btw #wayne obviously was her watcher and was devastated when she died #killed in the line of duty to be more accurate #leaving behind little 5yo eddie #wayne had been around so much by then that eddie already knew him as 'uncle' wayne #so when he gave up watcherhood and formally adopted eddie he let him continue thinking of him as his uncle #the black leather jacket eddie wears every day used to belong to his mom #and jsyk steve plays the role of cordelia in this fic #except that he doesn't bully chrissy because he's always focused on eddie #he's REALLY bitchy at him which eddie finds kind of hot though he'd never ever admit it even under torture #meanwhile chrissy is a total mess around one robin buckley who never gives her the time of day because she's mooning over vickie #chrissy eventually gets her girl but not without a lot of pining and shenanigans #im thinking robin and steve get swept up in some supernatural conspiracy accidentally and chrissy has to save them #robin watching chrissy punching and staking vampires left and right in her cheer uniform: i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me #steve watching eddie pick the lock keeping them trapped with his tongue poking out in concentration: oh no he's hot #apparently steve is into bad boys #*judas priest's breaking the law plays in the background* #robin on the other hand has a whole new appreciation for both the flexibility required for cheer and how short those skirts are

[beatriceeverytuesday]

New fic alert!

Title: Waitress

Rating: T

Summary: Jenny Calendar is a pie-maker and waitress stuck in an unhappy marriage in a small town. Jenny finds solace in baking and dreams of winning a pie contest in a nearby city to escape her husband life. Each facing their own problems at home, Jenny and her friends support each other through the ups and downs of navigating relationships and trying to regain control of their lives.

Read it now on AO3!

#jenny calendar #rupert giles #calendiles #buffy summers #faith lehane #fuffy #winifred burkle #xander harris #cordelia chase #btvs fic #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #ats #ats fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my fic

[thepunkmuppet]

society if the angel writers had committed to the part demon storyline:

#yes I made this in my own time when I should’ve been revising no I’m not a monsterfucker #truly honestly thinking about writing a cordy aspect of the demon fic where she gets horns and shit #I just love the idea so much and the writers absolutely wasted it I swear she just like floats and makes connor glow or something. cowards #cordelia chase #angel the series #ats #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs

[qwanderer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aral Vorkosigan/Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan Characters: Aral Vorkosigan, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan Additional Tags: Pillow Talk, Book: Shards of Honor Summary:

Lord Aral Vorkosigan woke up naked, tangled skin-to-skin with his new wife, and experienced the same kind of terrified awe he had when he’d determined that she wasn’t a drunken hallucination. The heavens had opened up and delivered to him everything he needed most in one delightful Cordelia-shaped package, and now he just had to figure out how to keep her.

#vorkosigan saga #cordelia naismith vorkosigan #aral vorkosigan #shards of honor #the vorkosigan saga #fic #originally intended it to be smut but it became something else

[enigmatist17]

Just a fun idea that hit me after watching the shitshow that is season 3 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

---

Bright blue eyes stare down the small gurgling bundle below in a bassinet that had seen better days.

"Are you soddin' kiddin' me?"

The baby coos at his voice, before starting to cry when he doesn't pick it up. Spike sighs, and after dabbing some blood from the poor demonic bastards that tried to kill him for snooping around, he carefully lifts the little boy up and into his arms.

"Oi, none of that fussin' now, it'll be alright." He keeps his tone soft as he rocks the little baby back and forth, the cries dying down after a few minutes. "There we are, no cryin' needed."

Spike had just been out for patrol like any other night when he'd picked up a strange scent near the docking district, the vampire zeroing in out of curiosity. Some demons had set up shop in one of the lesser-used warehouses, a mostly militant group judging by the fact they were all on a constant lookout, guarding the source of the strange scent while they seemed to just wait.

It was a baby, small thing that he couldn't pretend to guess the age of, crying out constantly for comfort.

So, gracious man he was, Spike went to town before the demons knew what hit them. He was two demons down when he realized the baby had stopped crying and started giggling at the violence around it, and Spike couldn't help but laugh along with it. Now, here he was, the Slayer of Slayer's holding a baby that smelled like his grandsire and was hungry with the way it was wiggling.

"Right...uh, let's get you somethin' ta drink yea?"

He feels a little bad leaving the baby in a shopping basket outside of a grocery store when he breaks in to steal formula and other baby things, but it was better than trying to balance a wiggling bundle with his stolen goods. Luckily, the little tyke was fine, and after a quick trip to his crypt to feed and change the little guy, Spike was glad the baby finally falls asleep, wrapped up in his duster as the vampire didn't really have anything better at the moment. He knows that something bad must have gone down to separate Angel from his kid, which in and of itself was a shock, and he winces at the beginning of dawn on the horizon.

"Looks like it's you an' me until tomorrow kid, then off to L.A to the big poofter." Thankfully, the kid sleeps through most of the day, allowing Spike to rest before getting up to prepare for the trip. Anything he doesn't mind losing is packed neatly in the trunk of his DeSoto, and Clem is happy to watch his place until his return, his friend bringing a car seat with a grin.

"You weren't going to drive all the way to L.A without the little guy being safe, right?"

"Who, me? Nah." Clem's stare is all the response he gets, and it's not long after the vampire is heading out of town, the baby laughing along with Spike when he mows down the Sunnydale sign on the way out.

"That's a good lad!" The drive to the City of Angel's was relatively boring all things considered, Spike whistling as he fiddled with the radio. "Just you and me kiddo, open road and all that."

The baby laughed, kicking his little feet when Spike landed on an acceptable song, the vampire fighting the urge to throw his hands up. "You're definitely Angel's kid, bloody Barry Manilow..."

Eventually, the city appears over the horizon, Spike driving with one hand while feeding the little blighter with his other one. He'd had to stop to fix the little guy up a fresh bottle at a random gas station, allowing the attendant to fuss over the little guy while he waited for the bottle to get warmed up. Whistling along to one of his songs, Spike advanced into the city, admittedly a bit lost on where Angel's bloody hotel was as he scanned the less populated streets. It took about two hours to finally nail down the Hyperion, Spike nearly slamming on the breaks when he was about a block away from the pure scent of anger and despair that slammed his senses, getting enough of a grip to continue until he parks just behind the hotel.

"Okay little thing, your Da' needs you somethin' fierce." Spike cooed to the baby before unbuckling the infant and swaddling him back in the duster, fighting every instinct telling him to flee as he headed for the hotel's garden entrance.

"Ello?" Surprisingly, the lobby was empty, Spike adjusting his hold on the baby as he looked around. "Anyone 'ere?"

"Coming!" Someone yelled from a floor above, and Spike waited a bit impatiently as he heard someone running. "Sorry about that, welcome to Angel Inves-" A shorter woman Spike had never seen stopped in her tracks, eyes zeroing in on the bundle in his arms after she remembered to breathe.

"'Ello luv, reckon you can help me find Angel?" Spike plastered on a smile, lightly bouncing the infant when he cooed in his sleep. "Found somethin' of his."

"Um..." The woman stammered before sprinting back up the staircase she'd come down from, Spike's hackles raising even further than they already were about a minute later as there was a sharp change in the air.

"Here we go kiddo, keep Uncle Spike alive, yea?" He whispered as he shifted into his demon face, looking at the stairs. Angel appeared in the blink of an eye, his own demon out, and his yellow eyes bore into Spike's own. The man looked like shit, his clothes clearly days old and dark rings circling his eyes from lack of sleep, his skin shades paler than Spike had seen in a long while.

"I didn't do nothin' to yer kid, all healthy an' everything." Spike led the conversation with a slight grin, glad he no longer had a beating heart to betray his nervousness as the older man regarded him in silence.

"Where?" Angel has moved his eyes to the infant, those amber eyes softening back to brown as the demon retreated. "Was he hurt?"

"No, some group had him, waitin' for orders I reckon for whatever they had planned." Spike held still as Angel slowly began to approach, the air still sharp with rage and heartache. "How long?"

"Two months." The strangled response he let out almost took Spike off-guard, hazel eyes flickering up to his own. "Can I?"

"The fuck am I gonna do with a kid?" Spike scoffed, his hands gentle as he set the infant in his father's arms. "Want my duster back, when he's all comfy anyways."

"Yea..." Angel wobbled as he looked down at his son. Choosing to be nice, Spike pushed Angel against the couch behind him before he had a chance to drop, face shifting back to its human visage when Angel let out a low growl.

"What's a bloke gotta do to get some blood 'round here?" Spike ignored the warning as he looked around, seeing a set of offices behind a large desk with a hum.

"Move, and you're dust." A voice from behind him stopped Spike in his tracks, and the familiar clink of a loaded crossbow made him roll his eyes. "Angel, you okay man?"

"Mind tellin' your bleedin' pets to let a man drink in peace? I was nice and everything."

"He's not going to do anything, Gunn, leave him alone." Angel's tired voice cut through the tension without much effort. "Could you get me some clothes for Connor, and check on Wes?"

"You got it, man." Gunn hesitated before heading back upstairs with the smaller woman from before. Spike flipped him off before going to Angel's office for a proper drink, only to find that most of the blood in the fridge had gone way bad.

"Peaches, 'ave you been eating?" Spike grabbed a beer before returning to the lobby, getting a blank look as his response. "You're an idiot."

"Accurate." A voice Spike did recognize agreed with him, Cordelia descending the stairs with a basket in her arms full of stuff for the baby. "Speaking of didn't realize you were back, Spike."

"Cordelia," Spike gave her a small nod when she looked over, the same exhaustion and grief that Angel had mirrored in her eyes. He was fairly surprised to see how easily she took the kid from Angel's arms, putting Angel to work preparing a changing space with a raise of her eyebrow. "So, little blighter's called Connor?"

"Mhm, that's right." Cordelia bounced little Connor as she regarded the younger vampire. "You didn't know?"

"You think Peaches 'ere would tell me? You're off your nut you are." Spike flopped down onto a free chair with a scof, sipping his beer. "Do have a question, bloody how?"

"Darla got pregnant because of some mystical mumbo jumbo." Cordelia shrugged, jumping when Spike choked on his beer.

"Darla got pregnant?!" The vampire stared as Cordelia handed Angel his son. "Also when was Darla bloody alive again?!"

"Man, you really are out of the loop, huh?" The former Sunnydale resident put her hands on her hips with an amused look. "Let's get dad here all set and in bed, and I'll fill you in."

"Toss in beer, and I'll be good." Spike shrugged, downing whatever was left, as Angel rolled his eyes at the two. He had changed Connor and swaddled him in a blanket rather than leather, setting the duster aside.

"I am here you know."

"Uh huh." Spike grinned, getting out of his seat and grabbing his coat. "Thanks for my coat back little guy, makin' yer Uncle Spike proud that you liked it so much."

"Uncle Spike?" Angel's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline at that, his childe giving a cheeky grin as he began to follow Cordelia and Angel up and further into the hotel. "Oh no."

"I saved 'im from a soddin' demon group, I think that earns me an Uncle title." Spike whistled, Connor squealing in laughter at his voice. "See? Loves me already he does!" Angel groaned as the trio headed up a floor, the smell of blood hitting Spike in the face the second his foot hit the landing. "Someone's hurt."

"Our friend Wesley, he tried to stop the guy responsible for taking Connor and got his throat cut for it." Cordelia supplied when she noticed him sniffing the air. "Touch him and you'll be dead before Angel can blink."

"On my best behavior." He smiled, amused yet impressed with how calm she was. "Who tried to steal a bloody baby?"

"Holtz." Angel couldn't stop the snarl that escaped him at the name, Spike blinking in shock as he followed his grandsire down the hall. "Made a deal, came back to kill me but tried to steal my fucking son instead."

"I'm assumin' he's dead and gone?"

"Something like that." Spike shivered as Angel finally stopped at a door and entered his room after Cordelia opened it for him, the younger watching the two curiously. Angel clearly had something with the Cordelia girl, handing her his son once more without hesitation to drag a crib over to his bed, Cordelia sliding up to his side as if anticipating his arms reaching for Connor. Seeing Angel practically melt at a gentle hand on his cheek as he was guided to sit on his bed was surprising; he was lying back and holding his son close despite the fact Spike was only feet away.

"I'm going to get fangboy caught up, you better sleep or so help me Angel." Cordelia smiles as she heads for the door, a stake Spike didn't see before being twirled in one of her hands. "Treat a lady to 10pm coffee?"

"Course luv." Ever so chivalrous Spike offered her his arm, the other pausing before taking it with a hum. "Tell me where to go yea?"

Twenty minutes later, the two were sitting in a coffee shop, Spike hanging on to her every word. Cordelia filled Spike in on everything he'd missed over the last year, leaving him absolutely speechless by the end. What the hell was he supposed to think, startled that Wolfram and Hart could even bring back dead vampires, but that it somehow resulted in a vampiric child that should not have been remotely possible. Cordelia watches as he sips his coffee a few times, emotions she can't quite place swirling around in those brilliant blue eyes before he looks up with a shrug.

"Sounds like L.A is a lot of fun."

Cordelia shrugged and sipped her caffeine, leaning forward with a small grin.

"So, tell me what's been up with you?"

#personal #angel the series #buffy the vampire slayer #spike #spike btvs #conner #connor angel the series #angel #angel btvs #cordelia chase #charles gunn #fred burkle #one shot #short fic

[stayevildarling]

Y/N: „Stop“

Cordelia: *smiles* „Why sweetheart?“

*Y/N yawning, half asleep looking up at Cordelia as she gently trails her fingers through your hair*

Y/N: „Because you are gonna make me fall asleep“

Cordelia: *whispers* „That‘s the point darling“

inspired by: @littlewhispersofsolitude

#prompts #prompt #sarah paulson #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #ahs #american horror story #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #sarahpaulson #americanhorrorstory #ally mayfair richards #wattpad #cordelia goode x reader #audrey tindall #lana winters #fic rec #ahs coven #lgbtq #bette and dot tattler #sally mckenna #sarah paulson imagine

[the-clay-quarters]

Thread dyed black and green

530w, vague/implied Bag A Legend spoilers, also on ao3

Here, take this, it’s just a shirt. Fold it open, mark the seams, trace the stitches, is there something to find? A story to tell?

It starts as curiosity, he would tell you as much. The stitches are fast here, loose, looking for thrills and excitement. But just as quickly they tighten, falling steady and even. This is a slow job, but there are promises, hints of more, he can work with that, he knows patience. He is no stranger to tedium, to repetitive notions and steady hands.

At first, he sees it as a sort of foray into deeper monster hunting, the kind where the real prize is the story, not whatever the ministry offers. That changes, though, with the addition of a new ingredient. There’s a stray thread, caught between the stitches, too tight for you to pull out, dark as night.

Black wings absinthe. That small, personal connection. Feeling the howl of wind, the pounding wings, the rushing blood and fierce adrenaline, There’s that thrill, just enough to get him excited. It gets him coming back, needing to feel that fervor again, pushing harder for progress, eager for more.

It meanders here, gets caught on a fold, lost in a knot. Skip down, jump a section or two, they won’t be missed, it doesn’t matter. We’re here for a story, it picks up again down here.

It comes down to a mutual desire for violence. Of seeing the other maybe not as an equal but as competent, worthy, not someone to go easy on, not someone to hold back with. Someone who won’t judge you for wanting to bite and rip and tear, someone who wants the same. It’s indulging desires that make others think you’re out of your mind, delighting in this secret you have to convince yourself is a rivalry.

But then – on the same fabric, just a different stitch, parallel yet separate – it is cordial, bound by business and social cues. It’s craftsman and retailer, worker and manager, tailor and supplier. They can both see through the other’s charades, playing the same game, knowing each other too well, connecting pieces others don’t get to see. Their interactions are polite, friendly even, competitive and overfamiliar in a way that implies too much. It’s a different sort of thrill, knowing what you do. You could ruin it, you should, it could do the same to you. You don’t, it doesn’t either, you both like what you’re weaving together.

Follow the stitches, further down, past where some are skipped and others are too tight – if, when it comes to it, he doesn’t know what choice to make? He knows there has to be an end, the stitch must be tied off, the piece must be finished. There’s an audience now, a chorus waiting in the sidelines, it’s not just about him any more, he’s not sure it ever was. Could he bring himself to do it? To push away this freedom he’s barely tasted? Or would he stop, pick the stitches, re-arrange the parts, read the patterns again and again, throw them out, try something new, something better, there has to be something better.

Well, who's to say?

#maintagging but fbg dni ty #fallen london #fallen london oc #fic #bag a legend #ambition: bag a legend #ficlet of sewing metaphors and intentionally run on sentences brought to you by having to convince the opp deck to let me get drunk #for the sake of the metaphor lets pretend that this wouldnt be an awfully sewn garment aksjdgf #anyway yeah pem and the vake sure are Something #i havnt even met it in game (see: screw the opp deck) and they already make me ill <3 #oc: cordelia/theodore pembroke #c: curators

[alastairstom]

So... I have been wanting to write little drabbles lately to practice writing flash fiction! And also because I miss my ships. As a result, I'm introducing a new fic project!

I have two new drabble collections and will be updating them once a week. I'm extremely excited to work with Herondaisy more in Until the Stars Go Out: A James & Cordelia Drabble Collection will update every Monday so you can start the week off right.

And, of course, my much-beloved More Than Anything: A Thomas & Alastair Drabble Collection will update every Friday so you can kick back, relax, and enjoy some of the World's Greatest Ship at the end of each week. I love them "more than anything" (see what I did there?)

If you're interested, subscribe to them! Or subscribe to one and not the other, or don't subscribe to them but know you're missing out on the Best Ships!

taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed): @staywildefairchild @sourlemons262 @belle-keys @drunkonimagination @alastaircarstairsismybff @vwritesaus @claritywithclary @luciehercndale @what-ho-christopher-put-in @life-through-the-eyes-of @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @bluewrite @lulusofis @oursoulstheyplay @tessherongraystairs @athearaej @faithfromanewperspective @vwritesaus @imabitchforjemcarstairs @emmalovesfitzloved @fangirlghost-19 @daisymydaisycarstairs @angeldaisies

#james herondale #cordelia carstairs #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #jordelia #herondaisy #thomastair #my fic #<3

[independent-variables]

HELLO !!!

Having now finished binging all of your star wars fics, I come here asking for some recs. Just any of your favourites, bonus points if it will cause emotions (and tears).

Also can't stress enough how much I love your writing, it's so so brilliant <3

(this is neptunesenceladus btw, tumblr hates me and won't let me send asks with a side blog so you get this one)

HI!!! Good to see you, good to see you <3 Always happy to provide recs <3 <3 <3

I want you to know I went through my bookmarks and pulled like sixty fics and had a brief moment of panic, so this is not all of my recs just the first... thirty, or so. If none of these are appealing, oh boy, do I have more!

This list is not in any order other than bookmark order, most are on the shorter side, most are Gen and I am pretty sure all are complete. I tried to warn for stuff that could be a squick when I remembered.

False Dichotomy by nsmorig

Starting off strong with my favorite Cody fic of all time. If you read nothing else on this list I encourage you to read this (if the tags are not a squick) because it will re-shape your brain and shatter your heart into tiny pieces. Basic premise is Force Sensitive Cody gets captured by Dooku and survives torture, experimentation, and imprisonment while trying to figure out his relationship to the Force and to his personhood, and the ways those things are connected. 

What's in a Name by Sankt

This is about Fordo post war and it’s phenomenal characterization. 

The Last Poem of Jedha by schweinsty

How Bohdi Rook becomes a rebel and writes a poem. 

you're like a loaded gun by kazhan

Ok this is E and also Underage, so maybe it’s a skip, but it’s teen Boba/Cal trying to navigate sex and love and secret identities and it’s so fucked up and so good. 

chicken, cattle and cat by deniigiq

Obi-Wan and Maul living in domestic dis-harmony on Tatooine. What more could you ask. 

Little things [are the reason to live] by i_will_bite

Clone medics navigating a slightly hostile working environment and trying to make it less hostile T-T

Two brothers (and a kid) by meerlicht

What if. Waxer and Boil just stayed on Ryloth, with Numa. What then? 

with poise, with grace by andeemae

Stone falls through a hole in a roof and falls in love. Beautiful clone/OC romance and very cute kids, doesn’t shy away from the difficulties of being a clone in love with a civilian. Very much an inspiration for me.

second time around by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters

This is another one I wasn’t sure I wanted to put on here because it deals briefly with rape, but it’s such a wonderfully fucked up take on Anakin and Rex’s relationship. Or, how Vader views Rex. 

The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine

If you are looking for an epically long series to get invested in I highly recommend checking this one out. This series and its sister-series are some of the best characterization and worldbuilding for Jedi I have ever had the pleasure of reading and it is a fix-it in all the messy, hard, terrible ways people don’t usually write fix-its. 

Shape-Changer by Fialleril

This is a foundational fic for me. Incredible Tatooine worldbuilding. Inspired me to write the way I write. 

The Sun Is Bright, The Sun Is Blue by ambiguously

CUT AND SU ORIGIN STORY!!! 

most things may never happen: this one will by jaigeye

This is brutal but what if you were a droid and you had to dissect a person. 

Bad Deal by FettsOnTop (GTFF)

Boba/Lando my beloved. A brief look into their relationship and into Lando’s thoughts leading up to Han and them’s arrival. 

and the Force is with me by sauntering_down

Rex and Ahsoka and the way the war changed them, and what they can and cannot do in the aftermath. 

Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge by yellow_caballero

The Fox fic of all time. What if you were trapped in a time-loop with a ghost from the future but your life is so monotonous and simultaneously bizarre you don’t even notice. 

Fishhooks by yellow_caballero

The Boba fic of all time. This author does not write much for SW but every time they do it’s iconic. What if you were a teenager running away from home but also a perfect clone of your father created to be him but better but also his because you will never escape his body and his ownership and his love. What then. 

Staring into open flame by SLWalker

This is such a beautiful and heartbreaking read, it’s basically exploring what would have to happen for Maul and Obi-Wan to have a genuinely healthy and happy relationship post murder and bisection. 

Energy Drink Fox by carrinth

The crack comic of all time. What if Fox had space Monster.

lost cause by catboydogma

The foundational Dogma fic. The fic that got me wondering about how clones spend their time on Coruscant. 

the married au by dharmaavocado

Clone rebellion my beloved. Basic premise is the clones took over Kamino and then went out into the galaxy as a mercenary army of sorts. Rex and Cody are finding their place in the world, creating business partnerships, falling in love, manipulating public perception of clones. (Background clonecest, not between Rex and Cody.)

#cordelia answers asks #i am so incredibly flattered you enjoyed my fic #hopefully some of these fics give context for why i write what i write and can get you started with new authors #thank you again <3 #fic recs #star wars fic