#cordelia foxx imagines

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Your Supreme (Cordelia Goode x f!Reader)

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

Words: 2.4k

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re letting him go?” Zoe asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“He did,” you agreed.

“He won’t again,” she said.

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

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

“Yes,” you breathed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Delia,” you sighed.

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

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

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

“No,” you hissed, “never.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Delia,” you whined, “please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do,” you moaned.

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

“The Supreme,” you cried out.

“Cum for me then, my good girl.”

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

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

“So sweet,” she hummed.

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

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

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

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

“My darling,” she murmured into your mouth.

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

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

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

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

“I could heal it,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled into the next kiss.

#cordelia foxxe x reader #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia foxxe imagine #cordelia goode #ahs imagine

[the-fandom-abyss]

Greenhouse Messes

Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst ❀

Word Count: 1,305 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She doesn't want your help"

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

"You were supposed to be with her tonight"

"What?"

"A date in the greenhouse and you never showed"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[dreamypqulson]

you’re fighting an apocalypse with cordelia when she hears you scream. she tries to remain calm as she searches around for you. that’s when she spots you laying on the ground, covered in blood. she rushes over to you, tugs your body onto her lap and holds you close. you struggle to catch your breath but still manage to speak, “cordelia, kiss me. please kiss me. i cannot die without showing you what you truly mean to me.” she hovers her hand over your bleeding wound and you can feeling her magic course through you. although she was exhausted from fighting, she used all the strength she had left to heal you. “you’re not going to die, my love,” she says, but still, she leans down and kisses your aching lips anyways.

#i’m supposed to be going to bed #this is my bedtime imagine tonight leave me alone #sarah paulson #wlw #cordelia goode #american horror story #ahs #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs imagine #lesbian #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #billie dean howard #lana winters #sally mckenna #audrey tindall #shelby miller #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable

[sawyerconfort]

ask me a prompt!

So, I've decided that I'm going to innovate with the AHS: Coven imagines and write them based on a new list of prompts (now made exclusively by me), to help with ordering and writing as well.

Ask rules remain the same, but now you can use more than one prompt when you ask me! I'll use the same list for the other fandoms I write about, if anyone wants it, feel free to ask.

Requests are open!

PROMPTS HEREEEEE:

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“you smell really nice.”

“is that my shirt?”

“i think i’m falling for you.”

“you okay?”

“i’m here with you.”

“was that your first kiss?”

“please, i want cuddles.”

“yes, you can hold my hand, sweetie.”

“go to sleep.”

“i’ll keep you warm.”

“it’s a surprise.”

“i’d never be afraid of you.”

“i’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

“i trust you.”

“will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

“will you marry me?”

“why are we hiding?”

“please, talk to me.”

“it’s okay, you can cry.”

“hold still.”

“i’m glad you’re okay.”

“you’re here with me.”

“i missed you.”

“don’t go!”

“listen, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“looking good, babe!”

“did you just called me baby?”

“you called me.”

“baby.”

“you’re my family.”

“you matter to me.”

“language!”

“kiss me.”

“i’m ready.”

“was that good enough for you?”

“you’re my whole world.”

“i love you.”

“what do you mean with... pregnant?”

“stay.”

“no, i’ll take care of you.”

“are you hungry?”

“tell me who hurt you.”

“i’ll be the little spoon.”

“you’re sick, you need to rest.”

“who’s jealous?”

“who’s she/he/they?”

“you’re so jealous.”

“you look sexy.”

“take off your clothes.”

“let me unzip your dress, please.”

“i will never get enough of you.” 

 “use your words.”

"don't hold back.."

REQUESTS OPEN!

Feel free to ask!

#ahs coven #american horror story #american horror story imagines #lgbt #prompt #romance #angst #fluffy #misty day x reader #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #fiona goode x reader #zoe benson x reader #kyle spencer x reader #madison montgomery x reader #marie laveau x reader #queenie x reader #nan x reader #myrtle snow x reader #luke ramsey x reader #just had to add some hot prompts cause why not?

[afterdarkmax]

Imagine eating out Cordelia Goode

#american horror story #ahs coven #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #ahs smut #ahs imagine #nsft #sarah paulson

[billiebeanhoward]

Heather - Cordelia Goode x Misty Day

gif is mine.

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

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

cw: implied unrequited love, cheating

word count: 2120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A small voice begins shouting out in the back of your mind. You like her too. You love Cordelia. You want to be the one who can do this with her. Give her your sweater to keep her comfortable from the cold. You begin clenching your fists into balls, "Wanna head back inside?" she strokes her hand lovingly up and down the Supremes arm

"Not right now, sweetheart. I wanted to do some things here," Cordelia apologises sincerely, almost looking scared to say the wrong thing. However, Misty wraps her arms around her shoulder and the Supreme brings her in for a kiss.

Despite wearing Cordelia's sweater, you feel cold. Heartbroken. Your head feels weightless as if you're going to pass out and you stumble backwards slightly, the big table hitting your backside.

"See ya later then," Misty smiles before leaving the room. "And you, give her back the sweater before she ends up freezing to death," she points a finger towards you and you nod awkwardly. She mumbles something to herself as she stumbles out the door, "Nope, can't have that," she sniffs

Cordelia chuckles softly at her antics as she begins slowly dancing on her way back to the academy, swaying the shawl on her shoulders. Cordelia looks at her with so much love in her eyes. Although, there is a hint of... sadness, guilt?

You sniffle to yourself wiping your nose as you lift your head back up from your lap, staring blankly at the potion set in the corner of the room.

You hate her. You hate Misty. No. How can you hate her? She's such an angel. But Cordelia loves her. Then again, you kinda wish she were dead ...again. She's living your dream life. Your fantasy. Everything you've been dreaming and thinking about before she even showed up here.

You wish you were Misty.

You're completely distracted from your thoughts when you hear a soft knock on the door. Turning your head with a look of confusion you wipe your nose with your hand to see who it is. You can't see past the vines on the window to the door so you sigh, especially after hearing the door tap again. You open it more harsher than intended and your brows furrow as you see Cordelia standing there, glassy eyes, red nose, blushed cheeks.

"Why did you knock? Why didn't you just come in? Are you okay?" You didn't mean to bombard her with so many questions but she quickly pushes past you and that's when you notice a bottle of Tequila and two glasses in her hands.

"I knew you were in here and I didn't know if you wanted to be disturbed," she says softly, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"You can always come to me..." you guide her to the couch and rub her arms soothingly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," she smiles weakly, a fake laugh falling from her lips. You only continue to look at her in concern and that's when she turns her head, looking away from you and wipes her eye with her fingers before chuckling again, "God I haven't cried this much since... I don't even know when and I don't even know if I'm sad or... or happy,"

"Cordelia," you say, trying to focus her eyes on you, "What happened?"

"Misty's gone,"

"Gone where?"

"With fucking Stevie Nicks," she unscrews the cap of the Tequila bottle quickly, "Y'know there are set times that Stevie tours. Misty only goes with her when she tours. But on many more occasions has she 'Gone to Stevie' after we have an argument," she sighs, pouring the two glasses before handing one to you, "She... There are points in a relationship when one must give up,"

"I understand," you nod to the last statement, "What happened?"

"Just the usual." she rolls her eyes. "I can't give her... I can't... She," she stutters around her words before settling to drink from her glass, "I love all my girls. Each and every one of them. With Misty it was different," she explains and you listen carefully even though it's breaking your heart all over again, "I lost her right in front of me, she understood me in ways that not many people do. I love Misty, yes. But, my feelings never grew any stronger than... I'm not in love with her." she tips her head back drowning the rest of her tequila as you listen intently, "I confessed that to her a long time ago. But I felt too bad, because it was my fault she died. It is my fault if anything bad happens to any one of my girls but Misty couldn't be brought back. When she came back I just... felt obligated although I've always been very much in love with someone else,"

"But what was the argument today?"

She raises her eyebrows in a playful manner, "Life. What are future wishes are, what we don't want. She doesn't want kids. 'Gator snacks' she calls them. You know I've always wanted children. I got woefully offended.  She then started ranting about how god doesn't want two women to 'breed' as she so put it and so I snapped "Why are you with me!' Her answer was 'Because you're the only person on this planet who believed in me,' so I said 'Believed? Loads of people believe in you Misty! You can find real love, with someone who loves you very much,' I shouldnt have said that, 'Dont you? Or are you still inlove with her?' I didn't say anything, I didn't answer, I was too afraid to admit it, 'I shoulda killed her when i had the chance' were her words before she announced she was going to stevie. So yeah. The usual,"

"God, Cordelia I'm..." You're slightly confused though. Who were they talking about?

"Don't worry about it. I just.." her hand stretches forward as she fumbles with the sleeve of her sweater that you're wearing, "You still wear it?" she chuckles softly, a genuine smile creeping on her lips. You shy away and blush tremendously, "I still remember, the," she places her finger to her cheek as she looks up to think, "third of December, I gave you this sweater."

"Yes you did," you smile swatting her hand away as you quickly drink the drink before grabbing the blanket you knitted for Cordelia's birthday from the back of the couch. You're happy she feels a bit better after talking about what happened and that she's now talking about something else to take her mind off it.

"I said it looks better on you than it did me, and it's definitely still true," she smirks

"What? No!" you shy away again at her words, "You're beautiful, so beautiful," the drink is now getting to your head and you blush in embarrassment. "Only if you knew how much I liked you,"

"Hm?" She asks quickly not quite hearing you correctly, "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you shake your head watching as she swallows dryly before opening her mouth and hesitates to close it but before she does..

"I watch your eyes as she walks by, they swell up with tears like you want to cry. I can't help but think of why,"

"That rhymes," you giggle quietly and fall backwards so your head is resting on the back of the couch. "Your eyes are beautiful, brown, dark and romantic, I'm going down like the titanic,"

"Was that... that was... wow," she turns her head, grabbing her bottom lip with her teeth, "Impressive," she smiles "TikTok?"

"Hmm" you nod and she chuckles softly.

"Lips pink, gentle and charming and I'm going down like the titanic," she whispers moving closer to you you watch as her gaze flickers from your eyes down to your lips.

"That didn't rhyme," you chuckle, taking her hand. Your heart pounding in your chest as your own gaze flickers to her soft plump lips. Your chest heaves, so does hers and you both think of what to do. You take a shaky inhale as Cordelia leans in closer but you push her away

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not as half as pretty as Misty," Your cheeks redden, not just from the alcohol. Why the fuck did you blurt that out?

She huffs slightly, "I gave you my sweater" she says as if it's a valid reason and you shake your head in confusion furrowing your brows

"But we're not together, you're with Misty," you argue. She takes your hand in her own soft ones.

"Kiss me," you swear the world stopped. Everything around you frozen in time.

"What?" the word almost didn't come out properly, you can hear your heart pounding in your skull.

"Kiss me... I know what I'm asking" You lean forwards pressing her lips to yours and the world felt as if it stood still again. This moment was the one you've always been waiting for. With her.

"But... Misty..." you breathe as you break the kiss unwillingly, the blondes gaze never leaving yours.

She brings a loving hand to your cheek as she looks deeply into your eyes, "You're more than Misty."

#sarah paulson #ahs #cordelia goode #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson imagine #misty day

[sapphicforsarahh]

Hello! If you are open for requests I was wondering if you could do a comfort fic where Cordelia is reader’s girlfriend and takes care of her when she has bad cramps?

Only if you want to💕😊

Ofc!! Here you go:

Pain Relief

Ship: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 425+

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Cordelia comforts reader during cramps.

There you sat, on the couch, curled up in a ball trying to get rid of this horrible pain in your lower stomach. You tried everything, nothing helped. Most painkillers weren’t working so you gave up. Your hot water bottle had gone cold and it was too painful to even stand up, so you left it. The rest of the girls in the coven has gone out on a day trip but you cancelled, so you were by yourself. Cordelia was in her office, completing some important paperwork so you didn’t want to bother her. 

Trying to distract yourself from the pain, you decide some TV will help. You looked for the remote, but it was on the other side of the table, too far to reach sitting down. You groaned in annoyance and stood up anyway. The pain was even more unbearable now and you almost lost your balance. Grabbing the remote, you sit back down and sigh. Just as the TV turned on, your heard soft footsteps of Cordelia’s heels coming through the hall. She comes into the room and walks over to the coffee machine. “Hey Delia,” you say to hear, a slight strain to your voice. “Hi baby,” she turns on the coffee machine, puts a cup under it and walks over to you. 

“Is everything okay sweetheart?” She stands behind you, her arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders and her brow furrowed with concern. “Yes yes, I’m fine,” you lie, slightly clenching your stomach. “No you’re not, what’s wrong?” She goes back to her coffee machine and picks up her cup and walks back over to you. You could smell her coffee as she walked past you and sat down right next to you. “I dont feel well,” you mumble, dropping your head into her shoulder. Her hand comes up to your hair, stroking it delicately. “I noticed you holding your stomach, you have cramps don’t you?” She softly spoke. “Yeah,” you curled up tighter into her frame. 

She reluctantly moves away from you, taking off her shoes and laying down on the couch, “come here babe.” You painfully crawl up to her, lying between her legs and wrapping your arms around the top half of her body. “This is nice,” you breath as your head lays down on her chest. Her hands cradled your back and rubs it slightly. “I’ve finished my work that needed doing today, so we can just stay here for a while. How does that sound?” She looks down at you, and you look up. “Sounds perfect.”

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[msschemmenti]

singing your praises | cordelia goode

a/n: i couldn’t decide if this was platonic or romantic so take it as you will.

cordelia x reader

tw// blood

The sun was setting as it always did. Just one of the many consistencies in y/n's life. Y/n lived a very routine life. She'd always been the type to follow a strict schedule. Scheduling her days to the T, to ensure nothing unexpected happened to her. No accidents, no arguments, nothing out of the ordinary. Today was like every other day. She woke up to the sound of her alarm. Made her way through the academy swiftly. Snagging her breakfast and eating quickly, before heading to her classroom to prepare for her lessons for the day. Each class went as it normally did. She'd been working at the academy for about three months now and was just starting to get into this new routine. Y/n knew Myrtle Snow pretty well through her mother and when Cordelia expressed an interest in hiring some other teachers, the older witch was quick to recommend Y/n. Cordelia had been more than open to the idea especially considering Y/n received such high praise from her pseudo-mother. So when it came time for the interview both of the women seemed to hit it off. Y/n started working immediately and has been doing so ever since.

After her classes, Y/n normally busied herself with preparing for her next lessons. And after all of those were handled she stayed in her classroom or bedroom until dinner time. Since she was still technically the "new witch in school" she tried to keep to herself. It wasn't that she disliked the other witches in the house, she just preferred the quiet over the rowdiness that sometimes took place in the academy. And today was just like any other day. She was watching the sun set as she always did and waiting to hear the stampede of feet heading toward the kitchen. After a few minutes she made her way down the stairs settling into a seat closer to the younger girls and let her attention roam over the faces in the room.

Although she kept to herself she observed a lot of behavior amongst the academy occupants. She'd begun noticing and associating people with things. So when the usual dinner chatter ensued she couldn't help but notice the difference in sound. She turned her head to the head of the table and found herself frowning when she noticed the supreme was no where in sight. cordelia was always at dinner, she always made it a point to have every meal with the girls to ensure they remained a coven of sister witches. she never wanted them to feel like she was unavailable or too busy for them so every meal she sat at the head of the table, with a gentle smile and a voice of reason when necessary.

Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Y/n finished her dinner as usual and once people started dispersing she made her leave to look for the Supreme. She wasn't entirely sure why she felt like she needed to find her, like she needed to set her eyes on the woman to ensure she was fine but there she was trekking through the various halls of the academy in search of the blonde. She knew Cordelia frequented the greenhouse, her office, and her bedroom. She wanted to try all of those places but didn't want to make it obvious she was looking for her to the other girls, so she roamed a bit with a trained eye. She past her bedroom, her office, and finally circled back to the kitchen that had cleared out by now to head out to the greenhouse.

As soon as she stepped outside of the academy and closer to the greenhouse she felt an energy she hadn't felt before. It wasn't a sign of danger or caution, which lead her to continue on her way but as she lay her hand on the door of the house of plants she felt it at its strongest. A calling, a drawing, that beckoned her near. She pushed the door open tentatively and let her eyes roam the dim workspace. Just as she was about to turn and leave her eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar halo of blonde hair situated in a rocking chair in the corner. She watched quietly as the supreme rocked slowly with her eyes closed. Y/n felt as if she was intruding and wanted so desperately to turn and head back to the house, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own as she found herself planted in front of the Supreme.

The shadow seemed to wake Cordelia from her trance as her eyes flew open and met the younger woman's in surprise. "Oh, Y/n. I didn't hear you come in. Is everything okay?"

Y/n's eyes fell from the brown orbs and focused on the floor timidly, "you weren't at dinner, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Cordelia's features softened and she smiled in appreciation, "That's very sweet, I'm okay. Just needed some time alone is all."

Y/n nodded in understanding preparing herself to leave the supreme alone, but again she felt that nagging feeling. She looked back at the supreme sheepishly before muttering, "do you mind if i stay here a while? i won't say anything, you won't even realize i'm here."

"That's no problem honey, i could use the company. You wanna help me finish up some prep for my lessons tomorrow while you're here?" Cordelia asked rising from the rocking chair.

"Of course, lead the way boss." y/n replied causing cordelia to chuckle. they went over to the work bench and worked together quietly. They moved almost in sync as they handed jars of herbs back and forth. it wasn't until Y/n hissed in pain that the supreme paused her actions. her eyes went to y/n's frantically reaching for her wrist.

"oh honey let me see." cordelia coaxed as she brought y/n's injured finger up to her eyeline. "oh i should've told you, those gardening scissors can give you some trouble. don't move let me get something to take care of that." she said before rushing over to the shelf of pastes she kept in case there was any injuries in the academy.

y/n's eyes remained on her hand as the red liquid rushed down her hand. she'd never been a big fan of blood and as she waited she felt the panic rising. Her vision started to blur a bit and she was quick to reach for the table to stable herself a bit. She could hear cordelia rummaging through shelves and jars for whatever she was looking for, but the longer she looked the more y/n panicked.

"uh cordelia?" she called out weakly.

"just one second sweetheart, i just gotta find a bandage." she called back distractedly.

her vision was gradually becoming blurrier and blurrier as she stood waiting for the supreme to return. her legs felt like jelly as she struggled to take her eyes off of the red river. and just when she thought she couldn't hold herself up any longer, there was cordelia. as if being able to sense y/n's impending fall, her hands made their way around her waist to support her. she had all of her ingredients stuffed between their bodies as she grabbed the younger woman and moved her to a stool on the other side of the work station.

"woah there," she whispered softly as all of y/n's weight was transferred onto her body. "let's sit you down. you're looking a little pale. are you okay?" she asked as soon as she had y/n's body sandwiched between her own and the work table.

"i just have a little thing with blood." y/n said nonchalantly as she closed her eyes to stop the spinning in her head.

"oh sweetheart..." cordelia started with a chastising lilt to her voice. "why didn't you tell me that?"

y/n shrugged with her eyes still closed. with her eyes closed she missed the tweak of cordelia's lips as she watched the usually composed teacher slip deeper and deeper into calm. "well alright hold still, i'll clean this up for you and you'll be good as new." y/n nodded and kept her eyes closed as the supreme cleaned her wound. she kept her eyes closed for as long as she thought the blood was still visible, and when she felt cordelia wrapping the bandage around her finger she finally peaked an eye open to watch her work. the blonde wrapped the bandage around her finger like it was a piece of china being shipped out across the world.

"you're really good at this." y/n mumbled almost involuntarily as cordelia finished.

"well i've had a bit of practice. the girls are rather clumsy." cordelia smiled a bit.

"no not this." y/n said gesturing to her now blood-stained finger. "you are good at this. but i mean being the supreme. you're really good at it."

cordelia's cheeks heated as y/n clarified what she meant. she bowed her head trying to hide the blush. "well thank you, that's very sweet."

y/n watched the supreme and could tell she didn't really believe her and normally she'd just let it go, but something within her wanted her to know she meant it. "i know i've only been here three months, but i've been aware of your greatness long before i got here."

at this cordelia looked up a bit confused, "what do you mean?" she asked skeptically.

"as you know, my mother and myrtle were very close. and as i grew up she always told me stories of this young girl myrtle had taken under her wing. always recounting the amazing new things she learned. and how quickly she was coming a promising witch. fit to be the supreme." y/n said with a smile. she watched as cordelia's cheeks reddened at the praise before continuing. "there was never a witch as great as the girl myrtle was bringing up. my mom could never remember your name, but your praises she always sang. i used to think, if she thinks she's so great why doesn't she raise her then. but being here, learning under you, experienced you, and everything you are. she was right to praise she like she did. you deserve all the praise and more."

cordelia gawked at the woman with tears brimming her eyes. she'd never really saw herself as worthy of anything remotely close to what y/n described. she never saw herself that way and to know someone else did was a bit overwhelming. y/n brought her eyes back up to the supreme seeing her reaction. the woman moved toward her with a soft smile and pulled her into her arms. cordelia froze briefly before slowly allowing herself to give in to the comfort.

"i know you don't see yourself that way, but so many people do. so many of these girls look up to you. they see you for who you are, the best supreme there's ever been." y/n pulled away holding the older woman at arms length by her shoulders. she looked directly into her eyes with the most sincere look she could muster in that intimate moment. "if it could i would kiss away all your scars. all the memories that bring you pain. all the things that keep you from seeing you for you. i would. i would take it all away. but i can't." y/n ended with a grin. "but when they start creeping up on you again. even if it's slightly. remember. be you. no one else can. and you are as good as they come."

y/n placed her hand against cordelia's cheek wiping the single tear that seemed to fall from her lash. she smiled on last time before releasing the supreme. "thank you for this." she waved her bandaged finger in the air and exited the green house with a wave leaving cordelia to her raging heart. thumping heavily behind her rib cage.

#sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson x you #sarah paulson #ahs oneshot #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia goode #ahs coven #ahs sarah paulson #ahs apocalypse #msschemmenti

[fumingspice]

i haven’t said it (or posted) in a while but i just thought id mention that my asks are open for one shot/fic requests :)

#ahs #billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson #ahs imagines #sally mckenna x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #sally mckenna #lana winters #lana winters x reader #wilhemina venable #sarah paulson x reader #american horror story #ahs coven #ahs murder house #cordelia foxx x reader #ahs apocolaypse #ahs hotel #stranger things #robin buckely #nancy wheeler #finn wolfhard #millie bobby brown

[archieimagines]

Discontinued Fandoms Masterlist

This is a compilation of all the works we’ve posted for fandoms we no longer write for. The writing itself will always be kept here for you to enjoy!

Check our main masterlist here!

American Horror Story

Imagines:

Cordelia Foxx | Imagine becoming the new Supreme

Big Bang Theory

One Shots:

Sheldon Cooper | Prove the Theory

Headcanons:

Sheldon and Leonard | Sheldon’s little sister sharing the apartment

Black Sails

Imagines:

Charles Vane | Imagine Charles Vane promising you a future by his side

The Breakfast Club

Imagines:

John Bender | Imagine Bender helping you find the library for detention

DC Universe

One Shot:

Hal Jordan | Get Your Own Jello

Deadpool

Preferences:

How they cuddle  |  Part 2 

Divergent

Imagines:

Will | Imagine Will teaching you martial arts

Doctor Who

Imagines:

10th Doctor | Imagine being with the 10th Doctor in Paris

12th Doctor | Imagine being in a band with the 12th Doctor

Downton Abbey

One Shots:

Thomas Barrow | Such A Charmer

The Flash

Headcanons:

Barry Allen | Dating Barry would include

Friends

Imagines:

Joey Tribbiani | Imagine having a crush on Joey

Headcanons:

All | Having a night out with the group would include

Glee

Imagines:

Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman | Imagine Puck getting jealous over you

Grey’s Anatomy

One Shots:

George O’ Malley | 007

Owen Hunt | Major Owen Hunt | My Choice

Hairspray

Imagines:

Corny Collins | Imagine Corny telling you “Hey baby, looks like you could use a stiff one.”

Hawaii 5-0

One Shots:

Chin Ho Kelly | Mistakes

Danno Williams | Save Me

Hemlock Grove

Imagines:

Roman Godfrey | Imagine Roman missing your hints that he’s an upir

KINGSMAN MASTERLIST

LOST

Imagines:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not wanting to give your bag back James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not realising he’s stolen your medication James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine having your first time with Sawyer James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer noticing that Jack is your ex

Kate Austen | Imagine Kate comforting you when you lose a precious necklace

Sayid Jarrah | Imagine falling asleep on Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine being selectively mute and only speaking to Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid saving you Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid scaring you when he turns ‘bad’ Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding a pool with Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding out Sayid is touch-starved

Shannon Rutherford | Imagine lending Shannon your inhaler

One Shots:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Sandbox  |  Part 2

Preferences:

First Kiss

Night At The Museum

Imagines:

Kahmunrah | Imagine Kahmunrah falling in love with you

The Maze Runner

Imagines:

Gally | Imagine Gally falling in love with you Gally | Imagine trying to come up with a plan to be with Gally

NCIS

Imagines:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | Imagine Gibbs reluctantly cuddling with you

One Shots:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | His Closest Friend

Park And Rec

Imagines:

Ben Wyatt | Imagine comforting Ben after the Ice Town incident

One Shots: 

Andy Dwyer | “Holy shit, you know Santa!”

Ben Wyatt | Happy Secrets

Peaky Blinders

One Shots:

Tommy Shelby | Eavesdrop

Preacher

Imagines:

Cassidy | Imagine being in a relationship with Cassidy Cassidy | Imagine getting up to mischief with Cassidy

Pushing Daisies

Imagines:

Emerson Cod | Imagine Emerson knitting you a sweater for Christmas Emerson Cod | Imagine being Emerson’s assistant

Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned falling in love with you when you become a regular Ned the Piemaker | “You’re covered in flour.” Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned baking you a pie

Reign

One Shots:

Sebastian ‘Bash’ de Poitiers | Real France  |  Part 2

Riverdale

Imagines:

Archie Andrews | Imagine everyone noticing you and Archie like each other Archie Andrews | Imagine being a Serpent that Archie falls for

Jughead Jones | Imagine editing Jughead’s manuscript Jughead Jones | Imagine becoming Jughead’s friend

Reggie Mantle | Imagine Reggie liking you

Sweet Pea | “Open your present!”

Veronica Lodge | I dressed down in this catwoman outfit for you and my party boob keeps escaping

One Shots:

Archie Andrews | Worry

Jughead Jones | Misery Loves Company

Sweet Pea | Blood, Tears, and... Corn?

Shadowhunters

Imagines:

Jace Wayland | Imagine Clary trying to go for Jace when he’s already dating you

Teen Wolf

Imagines:

Lydia Martin | Imagine Lydia helping you figure out which supernatural creature you are

Stiles Stilinski | Imagine helping Stiles through his night terrors Stiles Stilinski | Imagine being Scott’s little sister and having a crush on Stiles | Part 2  Stiles Stilinski | Imagine Stiles reacting to you getting terrible anonymous messages Stiles Stilinski | “Fine, you can put the topper on the tree.” Stiles Stilinski | “My gingerbread house is prettier than yours.”

One Shots:

Brett Talbot | His Angel

Stiles Stilinski | Unsteady Stiles Stilinski | Not Anymore Stiles Stilinski | Jealousy

Theo Raeken | In the Neighbourhood (kinda NSFW)

Headcanons:

Stiles Stilinski | Dating Stiles would include Stiles Stilinski | How Stiles reacts to you breaking up with him Stiles Stilinski | Taking Stiles to meet your parents would include

Theo Raeken | Dating Theo would include

X-MEN

Imagines:

Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | Imagine Erik trying to help with dinner by using his powers Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | “You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”

Charles ‘Professor X’ Xavier | “Why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?”

Charles and Erik | Imagine being recruited into the X-Men by Charles and Erik

Wolverine / Logan | Imagine stealing Logan’s motorbike to get his attention after having a crush on him for so long

#masterlist #discontinued #admin

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Haha okay but give me the Cordelia headcanons fr 🔫🔫

(referring to this post)

I've been wanting to write some headcanons on this for awhile now, so let's dive right in

Trans fem Cordelia Goode

Warnings: none

Let's start with her childhood

She was definitely the type of kid to dress up in her mom's clothes and get into her makeup

That probably pissed Fiona off (not that her kid was experimenting, but because they were using her stuff to do it)

Cordelia found her name while searching through one of Fiona's old baby names books

She chose it because it means "heart of a lion" in French

Fiona sent Cordelia to Miss Robincheaux's Academy at a very young age (she probably just dropped her off at the gates, I'm not gonna lie) so when Cordelia introduced herself to the other girls they happily accepted her

It was easy for her to blend in at first

If she grew out her hair and wore pretty dresses, she looked exactly like all the other girls

When she got to be around 11 or 12 is when her problems started

It had become more difficult to hide the fact that she was a girl trapped in a boy's body

Having no one else to turn to, she went to her Auntie Myrtle for advice

Myrtle told her she had suspected it the first time she arrived at the academy

"My dear Cordelia, I've known for quite some time, as your change in image was hard to ignore. Don't forget, I've known you since you were a baby. I can tell this change is good for you, as you've become more confident and hold yourself to a higher standard than you did when you were younger. I love you, Delia, and I will always be here should you need me. Never forget that."

Myrtle's accepting words and gentle tone of voice caused Cordelia to start crying as she was swept up in a big hug by the woman who she loved like a mother

After doing a bit of extensive research, Myrtle was able to find a potion that would block Cordelia's testosterone and give her a higher pitch in voice

She also came across a spell that would transform her physical appearance into a woman permanently, but Myrtle waited until she was older to cast it on her

Theory: the magic from the transformation spell used on Cordelia could sense that Hank was bad news, and shut down her reproductive organs because of it, causing her infertility

Cordelia being trans would explain why nobody thought of her to be the next supreme, because her testosterone dampened her magic when she was younger and it wasn't until the transformation spell was used on her that her body started producing estrogen properly

It could also explain how she knew about the effects testosterone has on warlocks' magic

I love to imagine Cordelia being an inspiration to young witches as one of the first openly trans supremes <3

#american horror story #ahs #ahs coven #american horror story headcanon #ahs headcanon #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #cordelia goode headcanon #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia goode imagines #cordelia foxx imagine #cordelia foxx imagines #cordelia foxx headcanon

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Spirited (Cordelia Foxx x Reader)

Fiona had brought you to the school to show you off. Cordelia had her girls, and well, Fiona had you. She’d come across you completely on accident, but once she saw your power, she kept you close. She doubted that you were the next Supreme because well, at the time, she hadn’t felt herself slipping yet. However, she did believe that you had a place on the council, that’d you’d be the one to usher in a new era for witches in America. 

At first, it had been tense between the two of you. Your own mother had been neglectful, so you knew how much it must have hurt Cordelia to see Fiona care for and nurture you. After awhile, it became clear to her that Fiona didn’t care about you, she cared about the power you harnessed. So, she began to ease up on you and the more time she spent with you, the further she began to fall for you. 

“I’ve brought you something,” Cordelia said as she stepped into your little space. Fiona had demanded that you have a place of your own. It wasn’t inside of the house, but still on the property. You looked up at her and smiled, motioning for her to step further inside. “You can stay in the house you know. You’re one of us, even if my mother tells you different. It’s okay to accept the sisterhood.” 

“Your house gives me a bad feeling. No offense, it’s too noisy,” you told her. Cordelia nodded, respecting how you felt. Nobody was clear on what your powers were exactly, but you had a strong connection to spirits. Everywhere you went, it seemed that you made a connection to someone new. Normally, the ones who’d died with nobody to carry on their memory. 

“It’s Fiona, isn’t it?” Cordelia asked you. You didn’t respond to her question. You felt awful about it, hearing Fiona screaming for you every single time you walked into the house. You’d blocked her spirit from your little shed, and you’d stay there for as long as you could. Cordelia had new girls brought in and the house was full, but you were never present inside. “It’s okay. I know what it’s like to lose someone who was like a mother to you.” 

“Myrtle,” you said with a small smile. You hadn’t been around the red haired witch long, but you had taken a liking to her. The two of you stood there in silence before you looked at the book in her hand. “Is that what you’ve brought me?” 

“Oh, um, yes. Mallory, she um, said that you’d be interested in it,” Cordelia said and you smiled as you took it from her. You flipped through a couple of pages and read through some passages. “We saw it when I took the girls out earlier.” 

“Thank you Miss Foxx,” you told her as you set the book on your shelf. You grabbed a little flower pot from your window and handed it over to her. “I noticed you trying to grow some a couple months back. It’s a bit tricky, but there were instructions in this book.” 

Cordelia took the flower and the book on arcane botany you’d grabbed off of your shelf. She glanced down at the flower in her hand and smiled a little. She looked up and over to where you were standing. Both items were set down on the table as she took a step towards you. She took your hands in hers and bit her lip as she glanced down at yours. It felt like it had been such a long time since the two of you had confided in each other in such a way and you’d been missing her. However, with Misty’s return, you had been under the impression your intimate comforts weren’t needed. 

“She won’t bother you in the gardens,” Cordelia reminded you. You gave a small nod and Cordelia leaned in to kiss you before she ran off. You watched her go to the greenhouse before you sat back at your little desk and read over the book she’d dropped to you about little trinkets to temporarily ward off unwanted spirits. 

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Cordelia Foxx #1

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Most people know the story of Shachath. The Angel of Death who came to those who called out for her, the ones who couldn’t go on anymore. One kiss from her red lips and all the pain would be gone. There was no judgment when she appeared just a sense of sweet relief. But most people didn’t know that she had a daughter. A daughter also bound to an eternity of service, an eternity of never aging, the daughter was called מרפא but to those she helped she was simply Y/N. Unlike her mother, she did not bring death, she purely brought assistance in their time of need. October 31th 2013 Y/N’s services were needed once again in New Orleans this time for another member of the supernatural world Cordelia Foxx.

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Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable; Cordelia Goode x fem!reader; Wilhemina Venable x fem!reader; Cordelia Goode x fem!reader x Wilhemina Venable

A/N: Fic based on this post lol

A/N 2: THE VENABLE GIF IS JUST SHAshtafhiaofhSFijwAOHFASIHFWIH CANE ME PLS TNX

You were just applying the finishing touches on your make-up when you heard Zoe call for you. The coven had been invited to a party, a robotic’s company if you were not mistaken. According to the brunette, they had sent an invitation to Cordelia so she invited some of the young witches who wants to go.

As a new witch at Robichaux’s, staying for eight months now, you didn’t know that it was Cordelia’s girlfriend, Wilhemina Venable who invited some girls of the coven to the said party. But you did know that Cordelia is in a relationship, you just didn’t pry too much on her private life but mostly you just didn’t want to know since you fancy the Supreme.

If you didn’t know beforehand that Kineros, as later you’d learn, was an actual workplace with employees, computers, and robots, you would think that this place is a club, a high-end one at that. The place was full of disco lights, had probably the biggest stash of booze you’d ever seen, a stripper pole, and a coke-snorting session at every corner.

You’ve had too much to drink thanks to Madison pulling you to a beer pong in the corner. Sometime after how many red cups that, you’ve lost count of, you may have told the starlet that you have a little crush on the Supreme. So much for your luck, the blonde sees the older woman on her way to where you were along with her redhead girl.

Cordelia finds you to introduce Mina to you, and the troublemaker witch, just like a devil perched on your shoulder, had whispered “kiss her.”

You meet Cordelia halfway and grab the collar of her blouse and slam your lips into hers. The Supreme’s eyes went wide, surprised at your action, and ultimately because her girlfriend is just behind her.

Madison just watches from afar, too entertained she could have magically conjured a popcorn in her hand at the entertainment in front of her.

You pulled away, and Venable had decided to introduce herself, with an ambiguous look on her face. “I’m Wilhemina Venable, the girlfriend of the woman you just ki- hmph”

Mind devoid of any logical thought, you grabbed her the way you did Cordelia and kissed the redhead too.

There was a distinct difference in how the way the taste of their lips differs and it did wonders on your mind. All you know is that both touches were electrifying. Intoxicating–all the booze you had consumed was incomparable to what you had tasted. A taste of heaven.

A haze of purple, red, gold, and white was the last thing you’d seen before blacking out.

-

The smell of freshly-brewed coffee had your eyes fluttering open. You didn’t feel like getting up, the unfamiliar yet comfortable white duvet with an earthy and lavender scent engulfing your body pulling you to sink into them. The throbbing in your head, however, prevents you as you groaned in pain.

Vision slightly blurry still, you didn’t notice the cluster of golden locks rushing to help you sit against the headboard.

You rubbed your temple to ease the headache when Cordelia had given you the painkiller and a glass of water. “Open your mouth, Y/N,” Cordelia said softly.

You did what was told, your tongue darting out for the blonde to place the pill in followed by the water.

Cordelia had tucked the stray hairs out of your eyes, giving her a clear view of your face. “How are you feeling, baby?”

The pet name kind of kicked you out of daze, only now noticing that it was indeed Cordelia who’d been nursing you. You let your eyes roam the room, undoubtedly the Supreme’s as it was the only big room and had a four-poster bed. A purple coat draped at one of the chairs in the room caught your attention. You stared at it, somehow getting familiar with the color.

“What happened?”

Cordelia followed your fixed gaze on the coat, her brows arching up amusingly. “You don’t remember?”

The bathroom door opened revealing a redhead who only had a lavender robe on. “You passed out. But before that, you kissed Cordelia.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh God,” embarrassed, you buried your face into your hands. “I’m so sorry-”

“And then you kissed me,” Venable continued, her cane clicking against the floor as she approached the bed.

She sat on your right side, Cordelia on your left. You’re probably still dreaming as you didn’t imagine you would be sandwiched between two gorgeous ladies and not just that, but the Supreme witch and her equally intimidating girlfriend.

You slowly removed your hand, head still bowed down in hopes of hiding the shameless blush on your face. A finger had tilted your chin up, the intensity of their gaze and attention on you making you squirm. The redhead spoke, the sultry lilt of her voice had goosebumps pricking on your skin.

“Don’t be afraid, baby girl. We don’t bite… unless you want us to.”

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