#cordelia goode imagine

[stayevildarling]

I just found ur account and I wanna say how much I love your stories, especially the Cordelia×Wilhemina×Billie and reader ones ❤️ I wanted to ask if you could write one where both wilhemina and reader have had a bad day, and once they come home to their other girlfriends, wilhemina snaps at reader for something due to the bad day she had and reader snaps back which shocks them all? Maybe abit angsty with fluff at the end 💕

Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Glimpse of us

tw: angst, cursing

word count: 3.5k

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As you finally enter the familiar walls of your shared home, the weight of the day's troubles seems to hang heavy on your shoulders. Despite your best efforts to shake off the stress from work, it clings to you. Billie and Cordelia are quick to notice the tension, you entering the academy first, Wilhemina following behind with an expression that almost would have scared them, if they didn't know the redhead so well by now.

"Hey there, love," Cordelia greets you softly, her voice infused with concern as she invites you to take a seat.

You manage to nod weakly in response, not trusting your voice to betray your frustration. Billie, ever perceptive shoots you a sympathetic glance, before looking over at Wilhemina, hesitating whether to take a seat or leave to the comfort of her own office.

,,Come on, I made dinner, love'' Cordelia tries gently, somehow convincing the redhead to sit down.

The meal feels dreadful, the awkward tension in the air, not only making you and Wilhemina uncomfortable but evenly your two blonde girlfriends. Cordelia tries for a while, to make conversation and include you and Wilhemina, barely coaxing any words out of either of you two, you not daring to look up at your redhead girlfriend after the events from today.

Sighing in frustration, Billie eventually breaks the silence, not being able to stand the silence ,,Okay, what is going on you two?'' she questions, her gaze flickering between you and the redhead. Wilhemina doesn't look up, she simply continues her meal as if nothing happened and it infuriates you. Cordelia notices your tension, placing a gentle hand on your leg in an attempt to comfort you. Billie's eyes meet yours, pleading with you to fill them in, let them help, fix this palpable tension between you, usually filled with so much warmth, love and adoration.

And then Wilhemina's gaze meets yours, unexpectedly and right there you find yourself back in the events from earlier today, her intense gaze clouding your memory with her sharp words,

,,Why are you always breathing down my neck? Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate?'' Wilhemina snapped, the frustration very clear in her features and laced in her voice.

,,I'm sorry, I just wanted to help you, I thought we are supposed to be a team'' you began, trying to defend your actions.

Her gaze lingered on yours, knuckles turning white as she grips onto her cane hard ,,Well maybe if you actually did your share off the work, instead of constantly distracting me, we wouldn't be in this mess'' she snapped, her voice filled with venom.

You scoffed, trying to swallow your frustration and pain ,,Oh so now it's my fault?'' you spat, your emotions getting ahold of you. ,,Typical, you always find a way to blame me for everything''.

She rubs her temples in frustration then, hating for the way this escalated, not expecting your reaction and too stubborn to fix it now. ,,I'm not blaming you for everything but you're not exactly making things easier right now'' she carried on, her features already softening at this point, voice less filled with anger.

And usually, you would have faltered there, simply accepting she was in a mood and leave her to cool off for a bit. You would have never spoke again after that statement but today had triggered your mood in ways it never has and so with one final statement you end the conversation taking place in the redheads office. ,,Fine, I'll just leave you alone then. Maybe you'll appreciate it more when I'm not around to bother you'' you spat, on the verge of tears but doing your best to hide those.

,,Yeah, maybe I will'' she spat in return. You stood frozen in the spot for a moment, knowing this was your fault as you shouldn't have lowered yourself to her mood, shouldn't have talked back but it hurt. Her statement hurt and you missed the way her features softened as she saw tears sparkling in your beautiful eyes. You simply scoffed, turned around and left.

The two of you didn't speak for the remainder of the day, you did your own things in your office, working hard to ignore and forget about the argument with your girlfriend. You had always doubted whether it was a good idea to work with Wilhemina. She suggested it in the end, explaining how a position needed filling, one where she would be close to you and could keep an eye on you. And undeniably, she did just that. Making sure her bosses aren't anywhere too close to you as they couldn't be trusted. You did an immaculate job and the mishap that day definitely wasn't on you but the redhead couldn't keep her frustration in and when you kept asking and asking her what you could do to help, she snapped, assuming you would take it better, not expecting your reaction as she didn't calculate the fact, that maybe, just maybe you haven't had a good day either.

,,Wilhemina, what did you do?'' Billie snaps, her sharp voice bringing you back into the present. You didn't realise that you must have zoned out for a moment, only now realising your cheeks are wet, Cordelia looking at you with so much concern, so much worry.

,,And what makes you think this has anything to do with me?'' Wilhemina spits, meeting the blondes gazes before bringing another fork, full of food to her mouth.

But the medium was having none of her usual antics, unable to see her babydoll hurting. ,,Because usually Wilhemina, you and Y/N return from work giggling, hands and eyes all over each other'' Billie spits. Your eyes find Cordelia, not being able to stand the tension in the room, not wanting to drag them into the argument as well. The supreme notices how uncomfortable you are, quickly stopping the other two.

,,Enough'' she simply states, meeting their eyes with a silent warning and as Billie notices your shivering form, she complies, stopping but her redhead lover is far from stopping.

As Cordelia gently wipes the tears from your cheeks, you hear her voice ring through the air yet again. ,,Yeah that's right, let them coddle you again, poor girl'' she spits, her words causing for both blonde heads to snap into her direction.

Your chair scraps against the wooden floor, standing up, startling both Billie and Cordelia a little but the redhead enjoyed it, igniting your flames. She balances on her cane standing up, waiting for your next move.

,,You know what? fuck you'' you spit, Cordelia's eyes widening and Billie's jaw dropping, this definitely not like you at all.

,,I'm sick of it, you constantly treating me like shit at work, do you have any idea how much your words hurt me earlier? If you don't want me around to bother you fine- I won't'' you snap, your emotions bubbling out of you.

,,Y/N'' Billie exclaims, both in a scolding manner for raising your voice but equally shocked at your sudden outburst.

With a swift motion, Wilhemina steps forward, her expression a mixture of anger, guilt and pain. You aren't looking at her, keeping eye contact with Billie but out of the corner of your eyes, you see Wilhemina's hand move towards you but before she has the chance, you stop her, taking her wrist.

,,Don't you dare'' you spit, now looking into her eyes. The tension is thick, your words lingering in the air as well as the redheads actions.

A second later you let go of her wrist, and turn around, needing to cool off, a lump forming in your throat. ,,Y/N'' Cordelia tries, but you are long gone, banging the bedroom door shut after you made it upstairs.

The three of them remain frozen in their spots, Billie still sitting at the table, her mouth slightly ajar, not able to believe the scene she just witnessed. Cordelia stands frozen by the table, holding onto it for support, before approaching Wilhemina, who stands frozen in the same spot you had left her in, her arm not having moved since you let go of her grasp.

,,Darling'' Cordelia tries as she approaches her girlfriend, the redhead not being able to look into her eyes as her gaze falls to the floor. ,,I- I had no intention of-'' she begins but the supreme is quick to interrupt her, taking her hand into her own. ,,I know my love, I know'' she reassures, rubbing soothing circles on her lovers hand.

,,I wanted to -'' she tries again but the words get caught in her throat. ,,I know darling, you wanted to calm her down'' she finishes the words for her. ,,I know you didn't mean to hit her but she wasn't looking at you, don't go there please'' Cordelia tries.

Wilhemina falters under the blondes gaze, not daring to look at Billie, not wanting any judgement from the medium. ,,I'll be in my office'' she announces before walking off, her cane hitting the floor hard. And as Cordelia and Billie follow her with their eyes, they see how broken and tired their girlfriend looks, ascending the stairs. The weight of the situation very visible in her features and posture.

,,What the hell was that?'' Billie comments, making sure the redhead's office door bang shut before she begins.

Cordelia meets her gaze before her eyes fall to the floor ,,I don't know'' the supreme mumbles, feeling guilty for not having interjected this before it blew up the way it had. ,,She wasn't going to-'' Billie begins, playing with her acrylic nails in a nervous habit. ,,No'' Cordelia quickly interrupts, her features a little stern for Billie even suggesting that she would have hit you.

,,Should we go talk to them?'' Billie tries, walking over to the supreme and stroking her cheeks, in order to make the concern fade from her beautiful features.

,,I think Mina needs to cool off'' she argues, taking a deep breath. ,,Let's try with our babydoll then, hm?'' the medium replies and is met with an empathetic smile, before she nods in agreement.

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There aren't a lot of times when you wish you could be a witch but right now was certainly one of those times. All you wanted to do was take the entire bedroom apart, smash things, kick and break things, let your anger out that way. But unfortunately you couldn't fix it all again with a flick of your wrist. And so instead you pace, back and forth, fists clenching and muttering angry words to yourself. You barely hear the door knock and you definitely don't acknowledge it, wanting to be left alone, no matter who was behind that door.

As the two blondes enter, they exchange a glance noticing your pacing, Billie actually finding it quite adorable as you rarely got mad or upset like this. But she remained serious of course, not wanting to upset you further.

,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia begins gently, as she remains lingering by the door, not wanting to overwhelm you with their presence.

Halting your steps, you simply look at them, their worried glances upsetting you even further because the last thing you wanted was drag them into it.

,,Do you think you can talk to us babydoll?'' Billie tries next, taking a few gentle steps towards you. But you retreat, taking some steps away from her and for a moment Billie gets scared, not being able to handle rejection well.

,,No, this is between me and .. Mina'' you mutter out, sounding more moody than you intend to.

,,Darling, I worry that you two may need a little help sorting this out'' Cordelia tries, knowing for sure Wilhemina was stubborn and by your earlier outburst, she for the first time didn't trust you enough to fix this with the redhead without support.

,,Cordelia I don't need you to coddle me all the -'' you quickly stop yourself, forcing your eyes shut and cursing internally as to why you would let it out on the angels in front of you.

,,Delia I'm so sorry'' you quickly start but as you open your eyes, you already find her in front of you with a gentle smile. ,,I know darling, come here'' she invites as she opens her arms and right there you falter, allowing her to hold you, ignoring the thoughts of how Wilhemina was right about them coddling you and allowing it to happen.

After a little while, she scoops you into her arms, taking you over to the bed where you lay in her lap, Billie following and positioning herself next to you. ,,Can you tell us sweetie, hm?'' the medium tries again, her eyes twinkling with love and encouragement.

And then it spills out of, the horrible day you have had at work as Jeff and Mutt provoked you all day, sending you on all sort of errands and even one of them making you incredibly uncomfortable. Delia makes a mental note there, knowing that bit needed to be adressed at another time. How something in the production went wrong and they made you and Mina fix it. But only Mina really had the skills and despite trying your best you couldn't fix it and all you wanted was to help her. The words that followed after and the argument between you two. How you thought she was going to hit you, despite only seeing something out of the corners of your eyes, how you know she would never hurt you and how horrible you feel for making her feel that way.

By the end of your confession you are sobbing into Cordelia's chest, feeling horrible for being so stubborn and angry. Billie and the supreme simply hold you, drying your tears, whispering words of encouragement into your ears. And when you finally calmed down, Billie hooks your chin, wiping all your tears and giving you a soft smile, followed by a kiss on your forehead.

,,Sweetie that is all very understandable and I'm sure neither you nor Mina meant any of it, it sounds like a big misunderstanding'' she tries and your eyes simply wander to her lips, following her every word.

,,I want to talk to her'' you eventually mutter out, looking up at Cordelia, still holding you close. They exchange a glance, figuring you had calmed down enough by now, despite being a little worried about your other girlfriend and whether she felt the same already. ,,Sweetheart, would you like us or one of us to come with you?'' she tries but you shake your head and slowly climb out of her lap.

,,Thank you both'' you smile, a little shy and they simply give you a big proud smile, as they remain on the bed. However as soon as you shut the door, their worried gazes meet, unsure whether this would end well.

As you make your way to Wilhemina's office, assuming that's the only place where she would be, your heart bangs inside your chest, legs trembling a little as well as your hands. You take a deep breath, close your eyes for a minute, before your shaky hands knock on her door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough for her to hear you.

There is no reply and for a second you consider turning around, maybe she isn't ready yet to talk and needs some time to cool off. But then worry lingers on your mind, wanting your Mina to be okay but before you can think it over further you hear a quiet ,,Come in'' and you do instantly.

As you glance around her office, you notice the scattered documents on the floor, her cane on the floor, Mina sitting in her armchair. You assume she threw it across the room, hence the scattered things everywhere. ,,Mina, can we talk please?'' you try gently as you step towards the middle of the room. Before she replies you kneel down in order to pick up some of her things, off the floor, not wanting her to do it in the end and potentially hurt her back.

,,I'm not a child, I don't need you cleaning up my messes'' she snaps, but you ignore her, neatly putting the documents on her desk and reaching for her cane scattered somewhere. As you walk over, you place it next to her, ready to leave her alone again but she suddenly takes your hand. ,,You're bleeding'' she states and as you look at your palm you indeed notice a cut, bleeding down your wrist. ,,It's fine Mina'' you mutter out, realising you must have picked up a piece of glass as you collected the documents, probably from a glass or mug being thrown around.

As you try and withdraw your wrist, she meets your gaze, not letting go. ,,Let me'' she tries and as much as you want to tell her that you aren't a child in return, you simply let her guide you to the bathroom connected to her office. As you lean on the bathtub, inside her bathroom plastered in lilac, you watch as she carefully opens her medicine cabinet, several bottles of different medication neatly placed, before she withdraws the first aid kit. She pulls out a disinfected spray and a bigger bandaid before approaching you.

Her eyes meet yours and you see pain in them, guilt, fear and without thinking about it your non bleeding hand cups her cheek, taking you both by surprise. ,,I'm so sorry'' you whisper as she slightly melts into your touch.

,,This will hurt a bit'' she explains calmly before you extract your hand and watch as she takes care of the cut for you. In awe you watch how gentle her movements are, spraying some disinfectant on the wound, before gently wiping it clean and wrapping it up in a band aid. Her eyes scan your features, looking for any kind of pain or discomfort but there was none. ,,Thank you Mina'' you whisper as she places the first aid kit back into the cabinet.

,,I understand if you don't want to talk to me'' you simply whisper before giving her a thankful smile as you look at your hand. As you step out of the bathroom and towards the door, she stops you. ,,Y/N'' she tries, her features filled with pain, tears beginning to form in her dark brown orbs.

,,I'm so sorry for saying all those things to you'' you apologise, your eyes pleading for her forgiveness.

,,Did you really think I was going to-?'' she begins but you instantly stop her ,,No'' you reassure her, meeting her eyes as you make the statement.

,,I know you would never hurt me Mina and I'm sorry for overreacting'' you begin, explaining how you misread the signs and how you know now that she simply wanted to comfort you.

,,I don't want you to be scared of me'' she whispers, a tear streaming down her cheeks. ,,I'm not Mina'' you quickly reassure as you brush the tear from her perfect features.

A little while later, Cordelia is now the one pacing around the bedroom, Billie's attempts to calm her down failing with each try. ,,I'm sure they are fine'' Billie keeps repeating but the supreme couldn't help but worry. ,,Screw it, I'm going to check'' she states, leaving the room and Billie following after her rushed, her heels clicking on the floor as they walk down the tiled corridor.

As Cordelia opens the door, she finds you curled up in Wilhemina's lap, the two of you sitting in her large purple armchair in the corner. Neither of you are talking, as all the talking had been done, simply enjoying each others company as her fingers take turns from running through your hair and gently caressing the cut on your hand through the bandaid. You listen to her heartbeat, holding onto her for dear life, not wanting to let her go.

The supreme smiles, all the worry leaving her features. ,,Told you Ms Supreme'' Billie teases.

,,Would you like to go to bed, little one?'' Mina whispers gently, tilting her head a little to look at you.

You simply nod and leave her lap, instantly missing to be this close to her. Passing her the cane, she balances before you follow the two blondes to the bedroom. After you get changed, you lay down, Billie and Cordelia to your left and waiting for your Mina.

As she finally approaches the bed, you take in her features, hair down and one of your favourite nightgowns that you had bought for her. ,,Mina?'' you whisper as she comfortably positions herself next to you. ,,Yes my sweet girl?'' she whispers as her gaze meets yours. ,,Can you hold me?'' you ask and the way your question came out, causes for more tears to almost escape. ,,Come here'' she coos as you wrap yourself up in her arms.

,,And little one?'' she whispers softly, still trailing her fingers through your hair. ,,I never want you to leave me alone'' she admits, thinking back to the argument and her earlier statement. ,,I know'' you whisper before holding onto her, again for dear life.

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[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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[urstrulysoleil]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞

pairing: fem!reader x cordelia goode

synopsis: loss isnt the end of everything nor does it mean to let go, yet the swelling pain of all the happy places cordelia remembers of you. she travels through all of the happiest places and ends at the most devastating yet where you were at your best rest.

warnings: angst, death, sadness, (lowercase intended), italicized are memories

w/c: 6.9k

a/n: literally looked up literal places in new orleans for this help also this feels controversial

six months, it had been six months since you'd been gone. cordelia felt as though she was in an endless spiral. nothing hurt more than the smile on your face, which was now only in her memory. the day you left out the door, she wish she told you she loved you before you went, or even just said bye. that day was the day she expected you to come home, give her a kiss, and a hug. she received neither that day.

4:37 p.m

she could only lay on her side and watch as time ticked. she felt as though it would be impossible to get up, mourning was never easy. she sat up, her feet hanging off the side of the bed. the white slippers you'd bought her for christmas sometime ago. she stood, walking towards her closet she opened it. she only sighed as she picked out a button shirt and black pants. she ran a cardigan over her shoulders and closed her closet. going into the connected door to her bathroom she opened it and went to her half of the double sink. she turned and saw all your remaining stuff that she never moved since you left. her hands rested on the counter as she looked look into the mirror. reflections of you ghosted the background, only to wish it was real

she slipped on black heels, and walked out of her room. heels clicked softly against the wooden stairs of the academy. she grabbed her purse off the hang and left. she went down the now concrete stairs.

new orleans city park

the new orleans city park was always a favorite place for you to visit. be a free spirit. you specifically loved the botanical gardens. though cordelia always complained that the green house was perfectly fine, she still loved to see you explore the garden and give you sweet little flowers. her hands grazed the many flowers, red, yellow, pink, white. she took a white one for herself and held it.

"delia! look here, a daisy," you nicely shoved it in her face for her to see, "my dear, its as pretty as you." she gently moved the daisy out of her face and looked at you with adoration. so many emotions overwhelmed her anytime she was in your presence. you grabbed her hand as you led her onward to what she felt like was an endless maze of flowers, something so fumbling yet beautiful. just as she would always call you, you were free and adventurous. you showed her a whole new world she never knew she could enter until she found you. and she was forever grateful for it.

the endless maze was no longer endless now that you were not there to guide her through it as always. her trip felt so long yet so short because of your ghosted presence. she left the garden, usually without you. she stood on the sidewalk feeling the air.

the rabbit's foot

you always got a bagel from the rabbits foot, every other day you'd grab one. it was always a quick treat youd enjoy to grab to boost your mode before starting your classes. you always persisted on grabbing something for her, yet she made it clear she was okay. now when she walked through the door she wish she accepted it.

RING the shop bell rang as she opened the door to the rabbits foot, "hello ma'am! could i help you today?" a sweet young woman offered cordelia help. she was hesitant for a minute before asking, "could i just get one bagel, please?" she smiled politely, "one bagel coming up, $3.09 is your total." cordelia opened her bag for her wallet and saw the picture of you two she felt as though she might break down on the spot. she pulled out 4 dollars and handed it to the woman, "keep the change." she gave a silent thank you, "the name for the order?"

"y/n" you smiled. the lady on the other side nodded, "your name will be called once your bagel is ready." you smiled and went to look around. cordelia found a seat next to the window as you sat across from her. "dee, are you sure you didnt want me to order you something?" she smiled at you and nodded, "darling im positive." you hummed as to not push her farther. "i spy with my little eye some black." you looked at her and smiled. she was confused for a moment and looked at you and then looked back scanning the streets for something black. she scanned for a little bit before she noticed the 2 dimensional rabbit leaned against a pole at the front of the store. "the rabbit?" you giggled and nodded.

"cordelia?" she heard her name being called ss the stared at the black rabbit through the window. she turned around and went to the receiving counter for her bagel. "have a good one," the lady smiled, cordelia reciprocated "you as well." she left the counter and opened the bag the bagel was in. it was the same bag you brought back to the academy every other day. a white bag with little bunnies on them. she took the bagel out and it reminded her of the joy you'd get from it. she got took a small piece of it and ate it. everything flooded back, she left the store with the usual bell ring.

the cemetery

what felt like miles she finally made her way to your resting place. it felt like forever watching you go. tears rimmed her brown eyes. nothing hurt more than seeing you, without your presence. she felt as though she could never be at ease again without you. "hey baby. its me, delia, i miss you a lot. i brought you a flower." it was a little silence before she placed the daisy on the ground. "it was your favorite, remember?" she wished she could have at least one more word from you. "i got one of those bagels you loved. It's not that bad actually." she laughed. she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, "i miss you more than anything my dear, if i could see you one last time maybe I could've done something, just maybe." her voice cracked as tears dropped down her cheeks. "i love you" she tested her head against your stone. one last time to hold you.

miss robichaux's academy. 8:23 p.m

cordelia arrived back at the academy after sometime. it was quiet in the academy, the lights were off besides the lit candles. in the living room and kitchen. she went up the stairs heels clicking against the wood. she opened up the door, to wish to see you. she took off her heels not even bothering to line them up neatly alongside her other shoes. she went to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready for her slumber, she got into the shower and stayed there, letting them steam build. everything was slowly blurry in the hotness. she let every drop of water run down her body before she got out.

"delia! are you here?" she came out of the bathroom, steam following along. "I'm here my dear." she responded, emerging from the steam. you were changing into pajamas as she did the same. "how was your day?" she asked. you slipped a shirt over you "quite fine, i ran into misty around town. you?" you told her, "i went down to the rabbits foot and got a bagel, you know the ones you like. but um.. before that i went to the city park. got a daisy of course. then i went to visit you.." she trailed off as she turned to you, laying on the bed holding her hand. "thank you, i missed you." she took your hand

"you're not even here." tears welled.

a/n: this was not supposed to be this long woops

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[sapphicforsarahh]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do a one shot where the reader has been having bad nightmares and Cordelia (girlfriend) comforts her?💕

Yes of course!

Saving Grace

Ship: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word count: 300+

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Synopsis: Reader is having a nightmare but Cordelia is there to help.

Both of you were in bed, cuddling. You were facing Cordelia, your face buried in her neck, smelling her faint floral perfume. She cradled you in her arms, reluctant to let go even though she was asleep. Your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

A sharp move from you awoke her, worried what was happening. A couple more involuntary twitches had her worrying as to what was wrong. Cordelia sat up, holding your head in her hands, cradling it in her lap. She watched your face. It was laced with emotion. Brows furrowed and eyes shut tightly.

“Y/N,” she whispered, stroking your hair, trying to gently wake you up. That did nothing. You began mumbling, nothing but groans and slight murmurs of her names. “Sweetheart,” she tapped on your shoulder, trying to get you to wake up.

Eventually, you were awake, still shaken from your dream. You opened your eyes and saw Cordelia. Her brown eyes still prominent in the dark room, immediately calmed you down. “Are you okay?” She whispers, still stroking your hair. “I had a nightmare,” you heavily breathed. “Oh Y/N,” she replies sympathetically. “Come up here,” she softly bends down to your head, giving it a kiss. You did what you were told and lay between her legs, lying on your front so you could look at her. She looked so beautiful.

“Can you remember what it was about?” She asks, placing her warm hands under your sweater and rubbing circles on your back. “Not really, but I don’t think it was a good dream,” you murmured into her chest, hearing the beating of her heart. “I’m okay, don’t worry,” you reassure her, looking up at her and smiling. She softly smiled back. “Are you sure?” She asks again, not too convinced. “Positive.”

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Mama's girl

Warnings: PURE fluff

Word count: 0.8 K

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Cordelia plans the birthday of her wife Y/N, with the help of the girls, and her daughter Leah.

Requests: OPEN

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The steam from the kettle began to come out, causing me to take the kitchen towel and pour the water into my cup and Zoé's, so that she began to prepare her coffee and I prepared my tea.

"So, Y/N is in her cooking class, right?" I asked taking a small sip from my cup

"Yep"

"And the little monkey is still asleep, right?"

“Yes, Delia, relax, everything will be perfect.

Despite fully trusting my girls, this event was really important, so I couldn't calm down so easily, only until I saw Y/N enjoying her surprise.

"Well, I'll go wake up our little monkey."

I went upstairs and walked to the room closest to mine, the one with the purple door; opening the door, I found a quite awake Leah.

"Hello, butterfly"

"Mama!"

The little girl raised her arms, opening and closing her little hands, letting me know that she wanted me to pick her up, while giving me a smile, as sweet as honey

"How was your morning, Miss Leah?"

"I dreamed of elveeesss"

"In fact?"

"Yup"

Despite being just 3 years old, Leah communicated very well, Y/N said it was thanks to being the daughter of the supreme, but, I said it was thanks to the patience of my wife, who tried to read to her and teach her every day.

"Do you like goblins?" I took her in my arms and started down the stairs

"No" she pouted a little, as she crossed her little arms "I like witches"

"Of course, you're a little witch" already downstairs, I started to walk to the dining room while I began to kiss her stomach, making her burst out laughing

"Help" the girl shouted between laughs

"Hey, leave the little monkey alone"

"Okay, I'll just leave you because Aunt Zoe asked" I sat her in her special chair, leaving a loud kiss and put her plate with her breakfast in front of it "do you know what day it is today, Lee?"

"Christmas?" I giggled and shook my head “my happy birday?” I speak the girl with her mouth full

"No, baby, it's mommy's birthday"

"Happy Birday Mommy!"

“Are you going to help me make her surprise?”

“ Yep ”

"But, it's a secret, okay?"

"Yup"

"Okay, finish eating monkey"

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The plan was made, as soon as Y/N got home from her cooking classes, she would be taken by Zoe to the backyard, to find the little picnic, where Leah and I were waiting for her.

At first, I thought of having a big party, full of all our friends, but I remembered that lately Y/N didn't feel like seeing people, so I thought of doing something simple, a nice afternoon with my favorite girls

"Mommy!"

Y/N quickened her steps, giggling and raising her arms, and when he got to us, she quickly scooped up the girl, and threw her into the air, making the girl scream and laugh.

"Hello Princess"

Y/N released the girl, saw what was around her and gave me a beautiful smile

"What is all this? Why are us here?"

Seeing that little Leah had forgotten about today's event, I quickly went over to whisper in her ear and remind her of the date; the little one quickly spoke

"Happy Birday Mommy!"

Leah hugged Y/N's legs, making Y/N's eyes fill with tears.

“Oh thanks baby”

Y/N quickly sat down next to me and took my face in her hands, forcing me to see her beautiful eyes.

“Thank you love, you are very considerate for organizing this for me”

“My baby, I would do anything for you”

Giving me a smile, approaching little by little, until he gave me a deep kiss, which made me close my eyes, enjoying the moment, until Leah fell on my legs

"Mama!"

"Sorry baby, do you want kisses too?"

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"Leah, come on baby, I'm going to buy you an ice cream"

The petite blonde stood up suddenly and walked over to her Aunt Zoe .

"Leah, baby…"

With my right hand, I grabbed Y/N's wrist preventing her from getting up too.

"Leave her, she needs her aunts"

"Are you trying to get rid of your daughter, Miss Goode?"

Y/N asked as he came closer, hugging me in such a way that her head was on my shoulder

“Of course not, you know that Leah is what I love most in life. But, I also missed spending some time alone with you.”

Y/N just let out a small moan of happiness, as she snuggled closer to my chest, until, from one moment to another, she jumped and looked me in the eye

"You don't want to have sex in the garden, do you?"

"No darling" I drew her back to my chest, while letting out a laugh

"Then what do you want to do?"

“I just want to kiss you without a little witch getting jealous”

"It looks like you"

"Of course not!"

"Delia…" Y/N commented with her typical mom's voice.

"Well… yes I'm jealous"

Note:

I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been SO busy with college that I haven't had time to write or edit; But nevertheless, here it is, the ending that Cordelia Goode deserved.

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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.

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

Not Jealous (Cordelia Goode x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Clearly Cordelia does not feel the same way you feel about her.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: jealousy, assumptions of unrequited love

You knew there was no reason to be jealous. Of course not. Cordelia wasn’t yours. It didn’t matter how you felt about her. There was no point denying your feelings for the Supreme, but that wasn’t the same as having them reciprocated. So you had no right to feel the churning of jealousy in your gut.

Until…

You looked up from the book you were reading, zeroing in on the two woman standing just outside the door. Cordelia’s hand was resting on Misty’s arm, leaning towards her as they talked softly. Your fingers clenched on your book. Taking a deep breath in, you paused, counting to ten in your head before letting it go again.

There was no reason to be jealous.

Misty said something, too quiet for you to hear. Cordelia tipped her head back, her laughter ringing through the room. You stilled, watching her, your eyes slipping over her body, taking in the long column of her neck, the shine of her hair, the curve of her lips. That was your laugh, the one you received when you amused her.

You inhaled sharply, closing your book and slipping out of the room. You couldn’t watch anymore. You couldn’t

There was no reason to be jealous.

Yeah right. Ever since Misty had come back it was like you had to fight for Cordelia’s attention. She’d stopped noticing you. Where once she sought your company, you’d been replaced. She didn’t have time for you. The shared smiles had stop, transferred to another. She’d stopped having time for you, all taken up by the returning witch. You noticed all the ways you were being pushed out, replaced without so much as a word.

What you didn’t notice was the way her eyes followed you out of the room.

You found a quiet spot in the garden to curl up with your book, doing your best to slip back into the words. It was hard, the image of the woman you’d stupidly fallen for as she fell for another kept playing on repeat in your head.

Every touch, every smile, every glance. You’d seen it over and over again. She was slipping further from you with every breath, every brush of fingers over arms, every cupped cheek. The distance was growing and you didn’t know how to stop it. You didn’t even know if it was worth trying.

Clouds were gathering overhead, blotting out the sun. You shivered as the air turned chilly, curling up further on the bench you were sitting on. You tipped your head back, leaving the pretence of reading behind. Closing your eyes, you basked in the memory of how it had been.

You missed the touch of her skin against yours, the way her eyes sparkled whenever you spoke to her, the soft laugh in the middle of the night when she caught you still up reading. You wanted her soft sigh as she directed you to bed, a hand on the small of your back, making sure you climbed into bed and turned the light off. You missed the way she’d pass you a cup of tea in the morning, knowing glint in her eye, fingers brushing against the back of your hand.

A cold drop of rain landed on your forehead. You sighed, picking up your book as another drop fell. You tipped your head back for one last moment, letting the water fall over you, sprinkling on your skin. Shivering, you took a deep breath in, trying to let the rain wash away the jealousy and the pain and the hurt.

It didn’t work.

Wandering back into the house, you didn’t care at the way the rain began to fall harder, only aiming to shield the book. You shivered, uncaring of the puddle of water you were tracking inside. You left the book on the table, stroking over the still dry cover, before leaving it behind. You trailed water through the house as you trudged up to your room.

Sitting in the bath with your arms curled around your knees, you watched the steam curl in the air. On a long exhalation you shaped it into hearts before they broke apart in a shattered kaleidoscope of painful shards. You don’t know how long you sat there, trying to warm the chill that had settled deep in your bones. Maybe you needed something more than a hot bath.

On bare feet, you padded into your room only to freeze as the door closed behind you.

“There you are,” Cordelia said, her voice soft enough to make you groan.

You didn’t know what to say. It had been a while since you’d seen her there, in your room, looking as if she belonged. You pressed your lips together, backing up until your spine was pressed against the door. In nothing but your robe, you felt exposed, vulnerable, like you’d left your armour behind.

“I was worried you’d melted in the rain,” she said, giving you a half small.

“No,” you said, “just having a bath.”

“You were drenched out there,” She took a step towards you, her hands clasped in front of her body, “you left something behind.”

Your book, the one you’d left in the kitchen as you’d rushed upstairs, was clutched in her hand. You opened your mouth to say something, then closed it again. The thought of her noticing you enough to know you’d been out in the rain sent an ache through your chest. She took another step towards you, holding the book out to you. You shook your head, pressing harder against the door.

“What’s wrong?” She seemed to wilt under your gaze.

“Nothing,” you said, voice so small you were surprised it still existed, “thank you for returning the book but I think I’m done with it.”

“You’ve read it?” she asked.

You shook your head. A love story wasn’t really what you were looking for. If you really wanted that you just had to watch Cordelia with Misty. Which only made you want to throw up.

“Darling, talk to me,” she said, taking one more step towards you.

“I’m just tired,” you said, not able to meet her eyes, “maybe you should go.”

Fingers tilted your chin up and you had to hold back tears. The touch of her skin against yours was what you’d been yearning for, wishing for, praying for. You tried to pull back but she held on, her grip tightening to keep you from moving away. You wanted it but not like this.

“If you really want me to go, I will,” she said, “but I’d rather stay and talk to you.”

“I’m sure you have other people you can talk to.” You hadn’t meant to sound so bitter about it.

Something in her face shifted. You held your breath, not wanting her to see the real reason, the embarrassment of it more than you’d be able to handle. She let you go, turning to walk to the bed, placing the book down on the bedside table. You could feel yourself trembling, still pressed against the door.

“You’ve been distant lately,” she said, fingertips running over your comforter.

“I…” You didn’t have a proper answer for her.

“I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve done something wrong. If I have I wish you’d tell me. I don’t like the thought of upsetting you,” she said. The way she looked at you with barely contained regret was not an expression you ever wanted to see on her face.

“You haven’t,” you said.

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

That wide eyed stare swimming in sadness was not one that made you feel any better. Your heart clenched and you would have done anything to make her feel better.

But the accusation was ridiculous. You hadn’t been avoiding her. She’d been spending all her time with Misty, choosing someone else’s presence over yours. You’d thought… Well, what you’d thought wasn’t important anymore.

“I haven’t,” you said, “you’ve just been busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you,” she said, voice so soft it could break you in half.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Just because she believed it didn’t mean it was true. Hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at her and all those old feelings came swooping back in. Your heart skipped a beat and it didn’t matter that resentment had been building in your chest for weeks now. You’d always fall at her feet, even if she didn’t love you the way you loved her.

“Please. I’ve missed you,” she said.

You bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep all of the ugly thoughts inside. Her eyes flicked down to it, a thumb gently pulling it free. Your breath stuttered and you had no idea how to function with her so close, touching you in ways you could only dream of.

“Darling…” she breathed.

“I know how you feel about Misty,” you blurted out before it could go any further than it already had.

She blinked, drawing back far enough for you to be able to breath properly again. Her hands were still on your face but the look she was giving you was baffled, as if your words hadn’t made sense.

“What?” she asked.

“I know you’re in love with her,” you said, “so you probably shouldn’t be touching me like this.”

“You think I’m in love with Misty? Our Misty?” She sounded so confused.

“I don’t think. I know you are. I’ve seen you with her and I’m not an idiot. It’s obvious,” you said, wondering if you should be pushing her away as she wasn’t moving on her own.

“I’m not in love with Misty,” she said with a small shake of her head.

“You don’t have to lie to me just to spare my feelings,” you said, “seriously, it’s fine.”

“And while that’s good to know, it’s not a lie. She’s not who I’m in love with,” she said.

Your mouth slammed shut as words failed you. She moved forward again, her palms practically burning the skin of your face. You didn’t know what to do, frozen beneath her hands and her gaze, heart thundering loud in your ears.

“Darling?” she prompted.

“So you are in love with someone?” you asked.

You didn’t know whether to feel sick or hopeful. Maybe sick from being so hopeful.

“I am,” she confirmed, “but it’s not Misty.”

“Who is it?” Your voice didn’t feel your own.

“I thought it was obvious,” she said.

“It’s not,” you replied, shaking your head.

“It’s you, my darling girl,” she said, “you’re the one I’m in love with.”

You didn’t have words. She was smiling at you, the soft one that always made your stomach somersault and your heart flutter. You swallowed past a lump in your throat, not quite able to believe the words she was saying. All your hopes hung on her and it scared you.

“I am?” you asked.

“Of course you are.” Her fingers pushed your hair behind your ear, lingering on your jaw, “you’re the one I want.”

You were hesitant as you brought your hands to her waist. She was so warm under your skin, so soft. Her head dipped, breath ghosting over your lips.

“I want you,” she murmured, lips brushing yours, “only you.”

You kissed her, surging up, pressing yourself to her. You couldn’t stop yourself, needing her with every fibre of your being. She pushed you against the door, pinning you to it, her tongue slipping into your mouth. The taste of her had you moaning, head turning fuzzy.

Her fingers pushed into your hair, tilting your head up as she kissed you deeper. You whimpered, arms curling around her body, holding her against you. She mumbled your name into your mouth, slowing the kiss down, taking her time to explore. You melted under her touch.

“My sweet girl,” she murmured, “my darling girl.”

Her nose brushed against yours, skimming the length of your jaw, lips ghosting over your skin. You were practically vibrating under her, strung so tight, wanting every part of her.

“I’m hoping this means you return my feelings,” she said.

“Yes,” you gasped, “yes, so much. Oh god, so much, Delia.”

“That’s a relief,” she chuckled, drawing back far enough to be able to look at you. Her thumb traced over your bottom lip, smile deepening when you pressed a kiss to it, “so there’s no reason to be jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” you muttered.

“Darling.” She threaded her fingers through yours, tugging you away from the door, “you left every room both Misty and I were in. You sat as far away from me as you could. You stopped showing up for our late night tea.”

“I thought you had someone else you’d prefer to be with,” you said.

“You were jealous,” she said.

“I… was jealous,” you admitted.

Her hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for another kiss, shorter than you would have liked. You whined when she drew back, her chuckle making your cheeks heat.

“You have nothing to be jealous of,” she told you.

“It just looked like… I mean you were always with her,” you tried to explain, “and you touched her like you touch me. You didn’t have time for me anymore.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, darling,” she said, pulling you closer until she could wrap you in her arms, “I always have time for you. It was never my intention to make you feel like I didn’t.”

“Are you saying you’ll make it up to me?” you asked, muffled against her shoulder.

“And what might you want, my darling girl?” You could hear the amusement in her voice.

Your lips found her neck and her breathy laugh had heat curling in your stomach. She was gentle as she pushed you back, a flush high on her cheeks and bright eyes looking down on you. You pouted but with her hands on your shoulders she kept you back.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” she said, “but dinner will be soon and I’d rather not be interrupted.”

“But-“

She placed her finger over your lips, silencing you more effectively than you could have thought possible. Her smile softened and she stepped closer again, encasing you in a cocoon of her warmth and the scent of her perfume.

“Later, darling. You get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs,” she said.

You nodded. She let you go, stepping around you. She turned at your door, hand on the handle, eyes scanning over you again. You looked back at her, warmth flooding through your veins.

“Oh, and I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

She gave you a radiant smile and slipped from your room, leaving you alone once again. You stared at the door for a moment, not able to believe your luck.

As it turned out, there really was no reason to be jealous.

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

[zamoimagines]

New Girl in Town

Chapters: 1

Word Count: 2,475

Tags: Cordelia x Reader, pure sapphic fluff, fem!reader

Summary: You moved out of state for a change of scenery, but you figured all you'd find was comfort in a new life far away from your old one. You never expected that you'd fall in love... Let alone with your neighbor that lived directly across the street from you.

A/N: This is a cute fluffy series I've been wanting to start for a while. It's been a hot minute since I've written a fic, so I hope I'm not too rusty. Hope ya'll like it <3

The rays of the morning sun pooled in from your bedroom window as the light seemed to touch every surface of your home. You stirred very gently, though when you realized what was waking you up, you smiled a little to yourself as you remembered exactly where you were.

It had always been your dream to get away from your roots and experience living somewhere completely different. Everyone you’d ever known in your hometown ended up stuck there, and you had always vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t end up the same way. Luckily for you, your dreams had become reality when the sudden opportunity to move clear out to Louisiana opened up to you. You jumped on it as quickly as you could. Before you knew it, you were moving out a week later and all of your belongings were completely settled in your new home.

Not that the house was new; On the contrary, it was a bit run down, as most historical homes in this area seemed to be. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours. That was all that truly mattered to you.

When you had moved into town, the locals had asked you where you resided. You told them right across from the girl’s academy, and to your surprise, nearly everyone you’d met had given you a look of terror.

“You live there?! Don’t you know how dangerous that is!” One of the seniors had told you.

Another man had said, “Those girls practice devil worship! It’s unholy- Are you crazy?!”

“I heard that one of the girls set fire to the house next door. And one of the others killed an entire bus full of innocent college boys. It’s not safe there!” A local mother had said. All of their accounts seemed so far from reality that all you could do was smile, nod, and thank each person for their concern. You weren’t necessarily religious, so an eclectic all girl’s academy didn’t scare you at all. Until proven otherwise, it was just a school and you were just the woman that lived across the street.

 You finally sat up in bed and stretched your arms upward, yawning and trying to regain consciousness. The move had taken much more out of you than expected. It was a good thing that you didn’t have any plans today considering your mind was a little foggy and your muscles felt completely worn out. Once you felt somewhat like a person again, you swung your feet out from your mattress and stood up to put on something comfortable for the day. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be. The only thing you’d really been sure about was that you needed coffee to function.

 “Mm… Coffee.” You muttered groggily to yourself, echoing your own sleepy thoughts.

 You took your time in the kitchen making a perfect cup before making your way out to your porch. As you sat down in one of the rocking chairs, the warm summer breeze gently brushed your face. You could smell all the flowers in bloom and a family of sparrows chirped happily from overhead. Taking a sip from your drink, you hummed gently to yourself as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment to enjoy this time with yourself. This place was like your own little slice of heaven.

 “Mallory! Wait up, girlfriend!” A shrill, unfamiliar voice cut through your morning like a sharp knife. It was strange that it sounded as if the owner of that voice was getting closer and closer to where you were sitting. When you opened your eyes, you noticed two girls approaching your home.

 “Mallory- You are walking so fast right now! How do your tiny feet do that?!” That same shrill voice said again. It was coming from a blonde woman who was slightly taller than the other. Her friend, Mallory, had slightly darker hair yet both were wearing all black. They almost looked like they were getting ready to go to a funeral.

 “Cordelia is gonna be so pissed if she finds out we’re late to classes.”

 “Since when do you care about being late?” Mallory asked. Her tone was much softer, warmer, even.

 “Well- I… Fair point.” The blonde seemed to shut up for a moment after that. They seemed to know each other well enough to call each other out. 

Mallory stopped at the first step to your porch and put on her best smile. She was beaming from ear to ear, and her friend seemed to smile much more awkwardly from behind her.

“Good morning!”

“Uh… Hi. Morning.” You said, trying to be polite but also caught off guard. You wanted to ask them both what they were doing on your property, but they seemed nice enough that they didn’t mean any potential harm.

 “We live across the street! I’m Mallory, and this is my friend, Coco.”

“Sorry to bother you this early in the morning. You looked like you were having your Eat, Pray, Love moment and I told this one to leave you alone.” Coco replied with a small wave.

Before you could get a word in, Mallory cut in, “We both go to Robicheaux’s. There hasn’t been a new neighbor in a really long time from what the other girls said, let alone one that lives right across the street! So, we figured we’d come to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

“We who?” Coco chimed out, “Let’s be clear, this was all her doing. I had no personal investment in this.”

You chuckled lightly at their banter, and it only made you grin even wider. At that moment, you thought about all those people that had told you troublesome girls attended that place and they were all up to no good. Right now, all you could see were two adorable nerds trying to make a kind gesture.

“You aren’t bothering me at all,” You began, “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N. You can sit down if you’d like.” 

“We really shouldn’t-“ Coco tried to say,

“We’d love to!” Mallory cut her off yet again as she made her way up onto your porch. The younger girl sat on the ledge while Coco took the chair next to you. As you opened up the conversation, the both of them explained that they’d been attending the school for a year and that everyone was lovely there despite the aspersions spread across town. They spoke of other girls they went to school with, of what was expected of them, and little anecdotes about their time there, though they never explained exactly what they were studying for. 

“Today’s our first day back in session, actually,” Coco explained, “We live at Robie C’s on the off seasons too. A couple of us have become like a chic all girls family like that, which is pretty cool considering we’re all sort of outcasts where we’re all from.” 

“I know the feeling. I’m so glad you all have each other.” You replied with a warm smile. 

“We’ve talked so much about ourselves. Tell us about you!” Mallory suggested excitedly.

“Yeah, spill it. Why’d you come to New Orleans out of the blue?” Coco urged just as much. You laughed lightly at how intrigued they were, but you caved anyway and started to explain yourself. 

“Well, I’m actually from (y/h/t). I was born and raised there, but I never really loved it. I wanted something new and something out of the ordinary since I was kind of an outcast myself back there. My real estate agent called up about an opportunity one day about a month ago, and I hopped on it the second it was offered to me and… Here I am.” 

“Good for you for paving your own way. That is so big dick energy of you!” Coco complimented as she clapped her hands together in applause. Mallory clapped along with her as if to agree while all three of you laughed together about the wording. Though, Coco seemed to stop smiling altogether when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. “Shit-” She hissed under her breath. You were confused as to why there was such a sudden change of tone, so you looked in the direction she’d glanced in. 

Two new women were approaching your porch; One that looked closer in age to the girls in your company, and one who appeared to be slightly older than all of them. You couldn’t quite make them out yet, but they were very clearly getting closer. “What did I say? I knew this was gonna happen!”

“Surely she’s not gonna be that mad-” Mallory tried to reason with her companion. You were still completely out of the loop so you asked, “Wait- Who’s gonna be mad?” 

“Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt! Mallory Montgomery! What have I told you both about running off during Admissions Day?” The older woman said, staying at the edge of the porch. You still couldn’t catch a good glimpse of her quite yet, and it was even harder to see now that Coco had gotten up to block your view. “Ms. Goode, I had no part in this! It was all Mallory this time, I swear!” 

“Way to throw your sister under the bus, Coco.” The other girl that accompanied the alleged ‘Ms. Goode’ retorted with a small smirk. She had straighter, darker blonde hair and a very kind smile. 

“You have to believe me, Zoe! I was trying to do the right thing this time, I swear-” 

“She’s right,” Mallory chimed in as she stood as well now, “It was my idea. I just wanted to welcome our new neighbor, that’s all. We were going to come right back.” Coco and Mallory both left the porch to go stand alongside their peers, and as they did so, you followed slightly behind because you were curious now. “Mallory, sweetie, that was a very kind gesture but please inform an instructor next time so we know where you are. This is the most important day of the year for the academy and you know that- Oh…” 

The headmistress seemed to trail off when she saw you, and you felt much the same when you’d finally gotten to see her. Ms. Goode was so stunning that you were sure your heart was going to fly out of her chest. She had such a gentleness about her; Her golden curls rested softly against the frame of her pretty face and her deep brown eyes seemed to glitter when she gazed back at you. She was dressed in a floral, knee length dress that flowed freely around her form which seemed so different from what a normal boarding school head would wear. The look of concern she’d had completely melted away as she gave you the sweetest smile you’d ever seen before. It was a good thing that you’d been holding onto the railing of your porch considering that her very presence was making your knees weak. 

“My apologies. I hope my girls haven’t disturbed your morning.” She addressed you with such a melodic tone. 

“Wha- Oh! No, no, they’re fine. It was actually a nice surprise to have some visitors, and such polite ones, at that.” You assured her. 

Coco, Mallory, and Zoe were all glancing at each other now with matching smirks as they watched you interact with their teacher. 

“I’m relieved,” Ms. Goode said as she placed a hand on her chest, sighing as if a weight had been lifted from her, “Not many people are as kind to us here, so thank you for allowing them to your home.” 

“Really, it’s no big deal,” You insisted, “You all are welcome here anytime. I’m just happy I have friendly neighbors.” 

“I could say much of the same.” Ms. Goode replied. She was gazing at you with such warmth that you were sure you could get lost in her presence for hours. It was as if she couldn’t look away, her smile softening the longer you both stared back at each other and neither one of you wanted to let go of this just yet. You’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her in your entire lifetime and even though you didn’t know it yet, she was thinking the exact same thing about you. 

“I uh- I don’t think I caught your name.” You said, cutting through the arising tension that was now hanging thick in the air. The older woman’s eyes lit up as she sort of laughed at herself. “Oh! Where are my manners- I’m Cordelia Goode, Headmistress at Robicheaux’s Girls Academy. And you are?” 

“Y/N- Y/N Y/L/N.” As you introduced yourself, Cordelia took your hand and shook it very gently, though she didn’t seem to let go right away. She held it there as her thumb caressed over your skin as if to relish the physical connection she got to have with you in this moment. 

“What a lovely name.” She said fondly. There was a sort of dreaminess in her voice that had you in some sort of trance, but the sound of giggling girls cut through that. It seemed to have caught Cordelia off guard just as much as she took her hand away. “I’m afraid I must get my girls back to the academy. Classes will be starting soon, but perhaps we will see each other again soon.” 

“Sure thing. You know where to find me.” 

Cordelia seemed to chuckle lightly and when you heard such a pretty sound, you realized how much her presence just seemed to shine a light on your whole morning. You hated to watch her walk away from you. There were so many things you wanted to say, to ask, to do just for her, and yet all you could do was stand there and politely wave goodbye. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Goode!” You called out as they all moved further from your porch. The headmistress glanced back in your direction and gave you the brightest smile. 

“It was very nice to meet you as well, Ms. Y/L/N.” She called right back. Your name rolled right off her tongue and you swore that when she spoke it, everything felt right in the world. 

Maybe the people in town were right. Perhaps that building across the street really was a school for witches. Maybe they’d come over just to put a spell on you with their magical powers. Or, maybe they were just normal women trying to be polite to the new girl in town and all of the rumors were the rambling dramatizations of paranoid, closed minded people. There was really only one thing on your mind now, and you knew that it was absolutely certain; 

You couldn’t wait to see Cordelia Goode again. FIND MORE GAY SHIT HERE

#cordelia goode x reader #ahs imagine #coven imagine #cordelia x reader #sarah paulson #wlw imagine #here ya'll gooooo

[stayevildarling]

Easter with the ✨Sarah‘s✨

Cordelia organizes an easter egg hunt in the gardens each year, no matter if there are currently younger witches at the academy or not. She‘d be up first in the morning, hiding some chocolates, treats and eggs. With a beaming smile, she‘d walk into the bedroom to wake Billie, Mina and you.

Billie would groan, wanting to sleep in, Wilhemina simply chuckling at the supremes excitement. Cordelia would insist on the three of you joining everyone for the yearly hunt including an easter brunch afterwards. Billie Dean being Billie, she would have ordered some catering for the brunch.

„I have a little private hunt for us in the bedroom“ Cordelia would quietly announce so only the three of you can hear it. Her lips would be curled into the smallest smirk.

Once the witches are finished, she would take you upstairs with a giddy adorable smile. Again, Billie being Billie she would go over the top. Having bought you three (a little) something containing little chanel purses. Lilac for Mina of course, a nice beige for you and Cordelia. The supreme would of course scold the medium for going over the top like she usually does and Wilhemina would feel bad, only having gotten little eggs and chocolates. However, the redhead has gone soft over the years with you and so the eggs have a little knitted hat on them, that she spent her evenings on lately.

„You didn‘t have to go over the top Howard“ Wilhemina smirks, secretly admiring the bag.

„Says you honey“ Billie winks.

The four of you end up in the living room, cuddled up with each other while you and Billie dive into the chocolates, Cordelia and Wilhemina admiring the two of you silently.

„Happy easter my darlings“ Cordelia says contently.

„Happy easter Delia“ you mumble while snuggling into her chest.

#i have no idea if easter is actually like this in america #so ignore my german easter rituals #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode imagine #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #wilhemina venable imagine #billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #billie dean howard imagine #ahs #american horror story coven #american horror story #sarah paulson #easter #headcanon

[the-fandom-abyss]

Dates and Death with Cordelia :3

"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.

WIP Wednesday

#thank you so much for this #I needed encouragement to write #you are the best #gold star for you anon #I love you ❤️ #cordelia goode #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia goode x reader

[luminescentkelpie]

Everytime I read a Vorkosigan saga book I am hit by the realization of just how bad Miles needs adhd meds

#I can't imagine cordelia is a fan of the mental health institution(betan and barrayaren) #and Arrol is like I was like that and I'm fine (is not fine) #but jesus guys he needs them #vorkosigan saga #miles vorkosigan #good bye everyone I'll be back eventually to talk about how miles is transmasc #thoughts from the deep

[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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[blxckchxrrybxby]

FaceTime: No Violets in November [Pt. 1]

summary: Wilhemina despises her birthday. Each year is a reminder of her inadequacies. However, this is the year that she deals with her demons head-on. (The intimate chaos of being in a relationship included).

pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Reader

warning(s): Cursing, perhaps.

a/n: @abeillesurlalunerose inspired the sweet tea part. Also, reader is she/they. More Mina in the next chapter. This was supposed to be a simple one shot, idk what happened.

wordcount: 3,581

“Ready, Babydoll?” Billie questioned as she sprayed herself in perfume—trying to get rid of the smell of smoke. Her hand delicately grasped yours and held it above your head; guiding you to spin, so the falling fragrance would cover as much of you as possible. You were never the floral type, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

“As ready as I’ll ever be...” You mumbled, trying to focus on not tripping over your own two feet. Billie smirked knowingly, watching your nose scrunch up from the last spritz of perfume. It was clear that you were trying to hold your breath so the overbearing scent wouldn’t choke you.

She let out a chuckle and decided to give your nose a quick peck, “Such a cutie, you are.” Your cheeks burned—causing you to shy away and no longer scrunch your nose. Holding eye contact was by far one of the hardest things to accomplish at the moment. Despite your obvious timidity, Billie absolutely loved when you became flustered. “Babydoll, you have no idea what being shy like this does to me.” She stated in a lower voice, bringing her hand up to caress your warm cheek; instantly igniting a fire in the pit of your belly.

You could feel the warmth radiating from her touch and basked in it. Her thumb grazed across your flushed cheek, gradually moving across textured skin and acne. Naturally, you’d fall insecure, but you knew how much she admired every last bit of you. Her gentle touches no longer frightened you.

“B-Billie…” You whimpered, trying to find your voice.

A wicked grin spread across her plump lips at your demeanor. “My, my... I could just eat you up, kitten. Would you like that?” No matter how much perfume she sprayed, you could still smell a hint of tobacco embedded in her fingertips. Your eyes lifted momentarily; catching the blonde’s gaze as she gently pushed your hips against the nearby wardrobe. Her lips immediately attached themselves to your neck, planting tender kisses along the fragile skin. You let out a whine, trying your best to contain the sounds within you begging for escape. You always figured her favor towards your vulnerability was a power move. Quite similar to Wilhemina’s—

Oh shit. Mina.

You cleared your throat, hoping it would help break you out of the sudden bashful spell. Time was ticking and it did not permit for this—no matter how badly you wanted it. “We should really get going. Delia’s probably waiting.” Billie nodded against your neck in agreeance and took a step back from you, but not before giving you a love bite.

“There. A purple accessory to go with your outfit.”

You rolled your eyes—hiding the fact that you absolutely loved the hickey—before you spoke again, “Oh, wait-” She arched an eyebrow at you as she put the perfume back into her purse. After shuffling through your pockets, you pulled out a pack of gum. Opening it, you slid out a stick and held it out for her, “-here.”

Her expression fell as she stared at you, “Darling, are you trying to tell me my breath stinks?” She frowned, cupping her hand in front of her face to blow into.

You immediately rolled your eyes at her accusation, “No, but if you don’t take it, Mina will.”

“Why would Venny want a stick of gum?” She asked with both eyebrows knitting together.

“Wha- No, Billie, I meant she’ll tell you that your breath stinks!” You giggled, elaborating on your statement.

A soft pink hue graced her cheeks as she caught on. “Ah,” Her manicured nails tapped against the side of her purse as she looked away and hid her face out of embarrassment. The humility made her crave a cigarette, “I suppose that’s more logical.”

Billie knew how much Wilhemina hated the smell of the cancer sticks and didn’t doubt for a second the truth you spoke. The last thing she needed was the redhead scolding her for smelling like a walking pack of Marlboro. With a huff, she took the minty offering from you. The silver-covered stick of gum danced between Billie’s fingers for a moment before she finally unwrapped it and slid the gum into her mouth.

After indulging in a piece yourself, you crumbled the wrapper and held your hand out for Billie’s. She stared at you; absentmindedly folding the wrapper as small as possible before placing it in the palm of your outstretched hand. It was a habit she did with not only gum wrappers, but napkins as well. You always wondered if the tendency to fold was something she had been taught growing up or if it was just one of her silly little quirks.

“Thank you, Kitten.” With a closed-mouth smile, you discarded of the trash and returned back by her side within a minute. She chuckled at your eagerness and walked out of the bedroom, “Come, before we’re late.”

You mentally rolled your eyes, finding it a bit ironic that the woman who was always ‘fashionably late’ to events was rushing you. Nonetheless, you followed her with confusion written all over your face as she led you to Madison’s room.

“Uh, Billie? Why are we in here?” You questioned, walking into the room once she pushed open the door.

Madison walked out of the bathroom and jumped, holding a towel tight against her body, “Fucking knock next time, blondie! What if my tits were out?!”

You smiled apologetically at the witch, “Sorry to barge in like this, Madison. I’m sure Zoe finds them amazing.”

The younger blonde glared as you beamed innocently.

Billie ignored the whole exchange and darted directly to Madison’s bed. “That’s rich.” Placing the palm of her hand on the mattress to aid with kneeling down, she continued, “Besides, Madison, you don’t have much to be worried about if—God forbid—anyone did see.” You held in a laugh and watched as the older woman reached under the bed—admiring the way her ass looked in the lilac dress.

Madison rolled her eyes and watched as you stared at Billie’s ass as if you were in a trance, “Perv.”

You scoffed, now looking at her, “She’s literally my girlfriend.”

She shrugged, grabbing a second towel to dry her hair, “I don’t care. Go be gay somewhere else.”

“I apologize.” You held your hands up in mock defense, “Next time, I’ll be sure to switch the gay off before entering.”

Sliding from under the bed with three presents in her arms, Billie stood up and flipped her hair—handing you one of the presents. “Alright, doll, let’s get going.”

You held the gift and nodded, shuffling out of the room as Billie led.

“You’re welcome!” Madison yelled out as the both of you giggled to yourselves whilst descending the staircase.

-

Approaching the coven’s library, you couldn’t help but ask, “Why were the presents in Madison’s room?”

Billie shrugged, “Delia thought it would be the perfect spot since Venny never goes in there.”

You nodded, “Okay, but why didn’t anyone let me know they were in there?”

She chuckled, “You ask far too many questions.”

“And you don’t answer enough of them.” You stated with a pout.

Billie stepped closer to you, smirking, “Babydoll, we love you, but you couldn’t hold water even if it was frozen.” Noticing the slight furrow of your eyebrows, she figured you didn’t understand what she meant. “Must I elaborate?”

“Hold water?”

“It means to keep a secret.” She paused and snorted, mumbling to herself, “God, am I getting old, or is it a southern thing?”

You shrugged, “I doubt it’s the southern thing. I usually understand about 95% of what you say.”

Her expression went blank, “Did you just call me… old?”

You blinked, taking a moment to process what just happened. Clearing your throat, you smiled innocently, “I think it’s time we go in, but I would like the record to show that I am great at keeping secrets! I haven’t even told anybody that you despise sweet tea-”

“Shh!” Her hand immediately covered your mouth. You ceased talking as she looked around as if someone was listening and whispered, “Don’t you ever say that out loud again.”

You nodded slowly at her dramatics as she removed her hand and adjusted the two gift bags on her arm. Biting your lip nervously, you turned towards the door to the library. Your fingertips fidgeted anxiously with the wrapping paper on the present. Billie winked at you and opened the door; letting you enter first while following close behind. Her right hand found the small of your back, slowly rubbing it to help ground you.

As bookshelf after bookshelf passed, you proceeded to walk toward the fireplace. The closer you got, the more Cordelia came into view. She sat in a chair, tapping away on her laptop.

“Please tell me you’re not still working right now,” Billie stated, unamused by the always-working Supreme.

Cordelia jumped—startled by Billie’s voice—and instantly closed her laptop, “Well, hello to you too.” She displayed a bashful smile, standing up to greet the both of you.

“Has Mina made it yet?” You asked in a hushed tone; in case the other woman was somewhere nearby.

Cordelia chuckled softly, “Not yet.” She removed the gift from your arms and wrapped you into a tight hug, “You look amazing, sweet girl.”

You smiled, feeling your face heat up, “Thank you, Delia.” With your face buried against her neck, you took a moment to bask in the smell of her chamomile shampoo and vanilla perfume before pulling back. “You look stunning by the way.”

She grinned in response—absentmindedly smoothing her hands down the front of her long, flowy skirt. “Really? I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much for Mina.”

Your eyes scanned the entirety of the Supreme, “She will love it. Trust me.”

After setting down the gift bags, Billie greeted Cordelia with a kiss and complimented her on today’s outfit selection, as well. You genuinely found the whole thing funny, considering all three of you were wearing purple. The idea was cute, but the execution was questionable. Honestly, it felt a bit… cultish.

You took a moment to look around; admiring the purple and silver decorations, along with the few drinks and snacks placed on the coffee table beside a bouquet of violets. Cordelia had truly outdone herself. It wasn’t so over the top that it would overwhelm Wilhemina, but it was enough to show effort and that alone would please her.

The only thing missing now, however, was Mina.

“I thought she would be here by now,” Billie muttered, looking at her watch, then at Delia.

“She would have been here if she didn’t request to work today,” Cordelia mumbled, adding her gift to the other three.

You furrowed your eyebrows, moving your gaze to the both of them, “I didn’t know you could request to work on a mandatory day off.”

“You can’t, babydoll.” Billie rolled her eyes while texting on her phone, “Venny is just so stubborn that she thinks she can do whatever she pleases.”

Delia hummed to herself, “And her bosses are a bit too…” She paused, thinking of the right word to use, “…intimidated to tell her otherwise.”

You smirked, “So they’re scared of her? And she’s working for them?”

“It appears so.” Cordelia chuckled.

As if on cue, Delia’s phone began to ring. Billie swiftly picked it up from the coffee table and grinned mischievously, seeing Mina’s picture. She answered it without hesitation.

“Where is she?” Mina growled, rushing through the halls of Kineros, as her cane tapped loudly.

You glanced at Delia with furrowed eyebrows; confused as to why Mina sounded so upset. She shrugged in response with the same expression of concern and confusion.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our Venny.” Billie stated, not at all phased by the redhead’s unnerved demeanor (and most likely using the camera to fix her curls).

“Billie Dean, I swear if this is one of your pranks-” Mina started, sounding beyond irritated.

“Wilhemina, it’s not ladylike to swear, honey,” Billie said in faux innocence.

“I am not in the mood, Howard.”

“You’re never in the mood, Venable.”

“She’s always in the mood for me.” You mumbled to yourself, picking at your nails.

“Stop it, you three.” Cordelia intruded, rolling her eyes at the bickering and somehow back on her laptop.

A moment of silence went by before Mina responded in a relieved tone, “Hello, little one.”

You bit your lip, looking up at the phone in Billie’s hand. Standing from the chair, you walked over and peeked a glance at your other lover from over Billie’s shoulder, “Hi, Mina. We’ve missed you.”

Delia shook her head, mumbling under her breath, “What am I, chopped liver?”

“At worst, you’re nothing short of a five-star Michelin steak.” Billie chimed in.

“How charming of you, Billie,” Cordelia responded with a chuckle.

“For God’s sake, give Y/N the phone if you’re going to socialize with Cordelia the whole time,” Mina stated in agitation.

“Well, someone needs to show our Supreme how cherished she is since you can’t seem to provide her with a simple hello. Where are your manners-” In the midst of Billie speaking, the call hung up. “Did she just-“

“Still no greeting,” Delia mumbled, typing away. Within a few seconds, a low buzz filled the room. Delia looked down—feeling her thigh vibrate. Seeing your phone light up with Mina’s contact picture, she smirked to herself and answered, “Hello there, Wilhemina.”

A soft chuckle could be heard on the other side of the phone, “Hello, Cordelia.”

“Playing phone tag, I see.”

“Unfortunately. It seems no one has their own phone.”

“Isn’t that a shame?” You chuckled, watching the Supreme pout in faux sorrow, “I assume you’re calling to speak with our sweet girl?”

Wilhemina smirked, “Perhaps it was you I wanted to speak with.”

Cordelia hummed to herself, “You know our communication is better done through action, my love. I’ll pass them the phone, hm?”

“Thank you.”

Billie rolled her eyes as you retrieved your cellular device and walked off to a less chaotic place to hold conversation. Cordelia arched an eyebrow and peered at Billie from above her laptop, “Now, why was she so upset to begin with?”

She shrugged, admiring her nails, “You know how Venny gets-”

“Billie,” Cordelia stated in a warning tone.

The Medium huffed and flipped her hair, “Calm down, Delia. I simply told her that Y/N was missing.”

“What?!”

“It got her attention, didn’t it?”

Cordelia shook her head and went back to typing, “You’ve got a few screws loose, Billie Dean.”

“The better for you to tighten, my dear.”

Cordelia looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, “Excuse me?”

Billie scoffed while grabbing her phone, then mumbled, “Now I know it’s definitely a southern thing.”

-

You sighed softly, leaning against a bookshelf, “So… how’s work?”

Her expression noticeably softened at your words, “I know you’re upset, little one.”

“And why would I be upset?” You asked—knowing full and well that you were seething on the inside from her deciding to go to work and not tell you.

“Are the others-”

“I walked away.”

With a deep inhale, she gathered her excuse, “I apologize, I was needed at work-”

“You were needed at home.” You stated with confidence.

“Y/N-”

“How naïve do you think I am? I expect you home within the next hour, Wilhemina.”

You took a moment to take in her features. Everything about her screamed ‘apathetic business woman’ but all you could see was the child in her. The fearful being that was dreading another year of life and despising the idea of celebrating it even more. You knew this was why she had fled the coven and chose to hide within the confinements of her office. She didn’t need another reminder of her age increasing and health declining. However, last year she had promised you growth, and what better way to bring in her new age, than with the first step of change?

No more running away.

-

“Happy birthday, my love,” Cordelia celebrated softly as she placed a tender kiss against Wilhemina’s cheek; handing her the last present. It was the same present you insisted on covering in violet wrapping paper—much like the others. “Enjoy. This one’s from an anonymous source.”

Wilhemina’s eyebrows furrowed at Delia’s words as her gaze met with the witch’s. What anonymous source could she possibly be referring to? She had already opened a gift from each of her lovers. Delia laid her hand on Mina’s—which happened to be resting on the unopened gift—and gave it a loving squeeze. As if to say, just trust me.

 Every year, Wilhemina made it clear that she preferred to ignore the day the universe cursed her with life—however—with three girlfriends who loved her immensely, it was nearly impossible. Although dreaded by Mina, November 11th was a day worth celebrating.

Cordelia perched herself on the armrest of the La-Z-Boy Billie gifted Mina the year prior and absentmindedly ran her fingers through her lover’s red hair. Wilhemina huffed under her breath and began to unwrap the gift; taking her time with precision.

“One of these years, I’d like to actually receive what I ask for.” The redhead grumbled.

Billie rolled her eyes, “Get over it, Venny. We’re not going a year without celebrating you.” Taking a sip of her cider, she smirked, “Besides, it’s a fun way to torture you.”

Once the gift was uncovered, she placed the paper aside and opened the large, rectangular box; revealing one of the most beautiful canes she had ever seen.

You bit your lip nervously and glanced at Cordelia. You had begged her to give Mina your gift; knowing if she found out her ‘little one’ spent so much money on her, she’d pitch a fit. Cordelia continued to stroke Mina’s hair as her gaze remained fixated on the cane. No words left the woman’s mouth. It was as if she were frozen.

 You knew your bottom lip was bound to become raw from how much you were currently gnawing on it, “Do you like it?”

Your words snapped her out of the flashback she was currently trapped in.

Taking a moment to swallow down the aftertaste of inadequacy with the apple cider Cordelia made, her piercing gaze hesitantly met yours. “Little one. Tell me you didn’t.”

You fidgeted with your blouse anxiously, “What do you mean?”

She sat up the best she could, frowning, “Did you buy-”

“I said it was anonymous, Mina. Leave it at that.” Delia stated as she interrupted. “Now, who wants pie?”

“Me, please.” You stated, ready to change the subject. Glancing over at Mina, her gaze remained fixated on the cane in front of her.

“Leave my slice on the table, won’t you, darling?” Billie asked, standing up, “I need a smoke.”

Delia agreed, but shook her head disapprovingly, “Fine, but you need to ease off the nicotine.”

Looking through her purse for a cigarette, the Medium pointed a finger, “Don’t. Tonight is a good night and we’ve already talked about this.”

Delia frowned, “I know, but I get worried, Billie.” She sat the plates down on the coffee table as Billie walked up to her and pulled her over to the side.

While grasping her waist and pulling her flush against her body, Billie began, “Hey…” She spoke softly, easing a few golden strands behind the Supreme’s ear, “You never have to worry about me.”

“I know, but-”

“But?”

Cordelia took a moment to find her words then replied in a hushed tone, “That’s easier said than done. I practically watch you inhale your fate every time you go out on that balcony.” Billie frowned at her statement, but let her continue, “And don’t think that I don’t know about you sharing those cancer sticks with Y/N.”

Her eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip nervously, “Have you told-”

“No, but if she finds out, you’re dead along with the rest of the coven that knows.”

Billie arched an eyebrow, “Who was it that told you?”

“I’m not telling you that, Billie Dean.”

The Medium peered, adamant about knowing who told her business, “Coco? Queenie?”

“Billie-”

“Madison? Nan?”

Cordelia sighed, “Nan.”

You smiled, walking over to Mina. Kneeling in front of her, you placed both hands atop hers. She jumped slightly, bringing her attention to you. “Are you alright, Mina?”

She inhaled slowly to control her breathing. Something you had noticed she would do if she didn’t want to draw in attention to her emotions, “Of course, Little one.”

You tilted your head, “I know you, Mina. Something is wrong. Do you not like your presents?”

“It’s not that.” Her fingers caressed the palm of your hand to not only ground you, but herself.

“Is it the pie? I thought you detested cake.”

“I do.”

“Then… what’s wrong?”

Her fingers intertwined with yours as a soft smile appeared on her lips. With a gentle squeeze of your hands, she spoke quieter than usual, “Not now.”

You could hear the waver of her voice. A few decibels louder and the dam of emotions would erupt. “I understand.” You accepted her decision and forced a smile. “Would you like some pie?”

Her fingers withdrew from yours and moved through your hair. “I’d much rather prefer you instead.”

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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.

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 "𝑧𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛" 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘈, 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 :(, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺/𝘯.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝑦𝑒𝑝, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝒦𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑎𝑣 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠!

𝚈/𝙽 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙷/𝙲 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛!𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𓂂 ˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🦷 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ ˖👥 빨 : 🪡 간 . 색✺ · 𓈒 ꕊ🦴. ⁺ ˳ ✢ ̥ৎ୭ ॱ 🌇ꊞ₊ . ྀྀ‎⠀◌

Você tinha se mudado para academia faz 5 meses. Era uma bruxa, jovem mas talentosa.

Seus poderes são vários: Telepatia, regeneração, cura, telecinese, manipulação mental, manipulação de ambiente e manipulação do fogo. Você era a única bruxa da academia capaz de manipular totalmente um elemento da natureza, o fogo, é claro.

Resumindo, você é consideravelmente poderosa.

Seu principal poder (o que você mais usa) é a Telepatia, e o modo como funciona em você é digamos "inusitado". Você consegue ler a mente de qualquer pessoa se colocar a palma de sua mão levemente na cabeça dela. Também consegue tranquilizá-la, fechando os olhos e passando sua magia branca a ela.

No seu segundo dia na academia, você foi a uma festa de fraternidade (as quais você odeia) com Madison, onde em decorrência de vários eventos, ela capotou um ônibus. O problema era que, seu melhor amigo, Kyle Spencer estava lá dentro. E ele acabou morrendo, mesmo não tendo feito nada.

Você então foi ao necrotério junto com Madison, juntou as partes do corpo dele e de outros garotos e o "ressuscitou". Bom, "ressuscitou", porque Madison desistiu no meio do processo, você teve que fazer o resto e Kyle acordou como um Frankestein irritado, que matou um dos guardas do local.

Seu poder acabou por chamar Misty, que cuidou dele.

Você o levou para a academia, Madison ficou por alguns dias querendo "dividir ele" com você, mas quando ela se cansou dele, deixou pra lá. Desde então, você têm cuidado de Kyle, literalmente. Você leva comida pra ele, o ajuda a vestir as roupas, dá desenhos para ele colorir, o coloca pra dormir e muito mais. Meio que ninguém liga pra Kyle, sempre o deixam de escanteio, exceto você e as vezes, Zoe.

Fiona encontrou a suposta mãe de Kyle, e te disse para "se livrar do garoto rapidamente". Cordelia te aconselhou a "levá-lo para onde não deveria ter saído, para o lar dele".

Lá estava você, sem escolha, arrumando as duas camisetas e 2 calças que Kyle tinha. Ele te olhava confuso, sentado na ponta de sua cama.

"R-roupas? P-p-por q-que?" -- Kyle te pergunta e te olha inocentemente, o que te quebrou. -- "Você vai saber, Ky."

Roupas dobradas, você e Kyle foram ao seu carro, em direção a casa da mãe dele. Olhando para o lado, você viu Kyle observando fascinado as árvores que passavam por fora da janela. "O que eu faço?" Você se perguntou pensando na dor de simplesmente deixar Kyle lá, como se ele fosse um objeto que você usou e não quer mais.

Não era assim. Você não queria que fosse assim.

Você pensou em dar meia volta e ficar com ele, como o prometeu.

Mas era a mãe dele, e você melhor do que qualquer um sabia como era ruim não ter a própria mãe por perto.

Você estacionou o carro, saiu e foi até o banco traseiro, onde Kyle se encontrava. Quando ele olhou e viu a fachada da casa, começou a se encolher, e quanto mais você tentava o tirar do carro, mais ele grunhia.

"O que há de errado, Kyle? É sua casa, precisamos ir. Sua mãe está desesperada." -- Foi em vão.

Por volta de 4 ou 5 minutos depois, você conseguiu o tirar de dentro do veículo. Você o levou até a porta da casa, mas ficou lá, esperando pela mãe dele. O rosto da mulher se revelou no momento em que ela abriu a porta. Ela estendeu os braços, tentando abraçar Kyle, mas ele se agarrou a sua cintura como uma criança pequena.

"NÃO!" -- Kyle gritou, te assustando. A mãe de Kyle então, te pediu para entregá-la o menino, e assim você tentou fazer. -- "NÃO!!" -- Kyle gritou mais forte, e foi nessa hora em que você percebeu que algo não estava certo. -- "Ky, é sua mãe. Está tudo bem, eu posso vir te visitar." -- Você o disse calmamente, mas a medida em que as palavras saiam de seus lábios, ele parecia se desesperar mais. -- "F-ficar." -- Kyle disse e você o olha confusa. -- "C-com v-v-você." -- Kyle já estava chorando. -- "Kyle, não posso te deixar longe de sua própria mãe" -- Você explicou e sentiu o aperto em sua cintura se intensificar. -- "Isso Kyle, escute o que ela disse. Se lembra de mim? Sou sua mamãe, meu bom garoto." -- Meu bom garoto. Assim que Kyle ouviu aquelas palavras ele pareceu perder a cabeça. -- "NÃO! V-VOCÊ NÃO! S/N!" -- Ele disse furioso, te abraçando tão forte que você pensou que se ele te soltasse você cairia.

Você levantou a cabeça e o olhou no fundo dos olhos. -- "Kyle, o que houve?" -- Ele apenas pegou sua mão direita e pressionou sua palma sobre a testa dele. Você entendeu o que ele queria dizer. -- "Quer que eu descubra o que está pensando?" -- Ele assentiu. A mãe de Kyle te olhava confusa.

Você fechou os olhos e foi aí que viu. Viu tudo o que Kyle passou.

Flashbacks dos gritos dele, do desespero dele.

Você não conseguiu identificar com clareza quem era a mulher em cima dele, mas aí, você se forçou a ver.

Ela. A própria mãe de Kyle.

Lágrimas escorriam pelos seu olhos quando retirou a mão do rosto do garoto. Toda a sua tristeza se transformou em ódio, em questão de segundos. Os flashbacks de Kyle não foram os únicos que vieram em sua mente. Os seus também. Ninguém nunca soube, ninguém além de sua mãe. Quando você tinha 7 anos passou pela mesma situação, mas com seu tio. "Tio John" era como o chamava. Aquilo acabou com sua vida.

Você começou a chorar, mas juntou toda sua força e desferiu um tapa no lado esquerdo da face da mulher, que tentou revidar, porém antes que pudesse, foi arremessada para uma parede de concreto. Sua telecinese ainda estava se desenvolvendo, mas era consideravelmente boa.

Você iria atrás dela, mas escutou o choro baixinho de Kyle. -- "E-eu v-vou f-f-ficar com v-você?" -- Kyle perguntou -- "Sim Ky, você vai. Não me importo com a Fiona, eu dou um jeito." -- Você passa delicadamente as mãos sobre o rosto de Kyle e o abraça, o deixando molhar seu ombro com lágrimas. Vocês dois foram até seu carro, entraram e se olharam. -- "Vai demorar um pouco até Fiona te aceitar lá. Não é melhor você ir morar com Misty?" -- Ele balança a cabeça freneticamente. -- "E-eu n-não me i-i-importo c-com o q-quan-to i-isso d-d-demore, e-enquanto e-e-eu e-estiver c-com v-você, e-eu e-e-estou s-se-seguro." -- Kyle te olhou. Ele sorriu quando disse isso, e cara, ele sorriu tão inocentemente. Você facilmente o descreveria como um anjinho indefeso. Um anjinho indefeso que precisava de você, de seu amor, de seu carinho e de sua proteção.

E você se certificaria de garantir tudo isso para ele.

Sem nem sentir, pequenas lágrimas desceram pelas suas bochechas rosadas. Você meio que se sentiu "especial" para alguém por um momento. Você finalmente poderia ajudar alguém, dar o amor que nunca recebeu. Sorrindo de lábios cerrados, você colocou sua mão em cima da mão de Kyle, que abaixou a cabeça e te olhou novamente, os olhinhos brilhando. -- "Acho uma boa ideia passarmos no Starbucks primeiro, não acha?" -- Kyle sorri em resposta, você se vira para agarrar o volante e vai em direção à cafeteria. Você pegou o cardápio de cafés e mostrou a Kyle, ele apontou para o café com leite coberto com chantilly. Sempre foi o favorito dele, desde antes de sua morte. Você escolheu um Frappuccino com base de café, o melhor em sua humilde opinião. Saindo do local com 2 copos nas mãos, você entregou um deles para Kyle, que te esperava sentado em um dos bancos de madeira. Kyle sorriu e tentou tomar o café, derrubando um pouco, mas a bagunça foi logo limpada por você, com a ajuda de um lencinho que você pegou já prevendo um possível acidente.

Após tomarem suas bebidas, vocês resolveram voltar para a academia.

"Ai meu Deus, se aquela velha descobrir que ele voltou, ela te mata!" -- Madison diz ironicamente e você apenas revira os olhos e o leva até a sala principal. -- "Ué, ele não ia embora?" -- Queenie pergunta confusa apontando para Kyle. -- "Sim, mas não vai mais." -- Você sorri de leve e quando tenta prosseguir seu caminho com Kyle, é parada pelas vozes de Cordelia e... Fiona.

"Eu te disse, Fiona" -- O tom de Cordelia parecia divertido. -- "Jesus Cristo, o que raios preciso fazer ou dizer para fazer vocês começarem a me obedecer?!" -- Fiona te lança do outro lado do cômodo e Kyle rapidamente corre até você. Sorte sua que, de tanto levar essas "rasteiras" da mulher, nem doía mais. -- "S/n?" -- Kyle coloca as mãos em seu rosto, analisando cada detalhe seu. -- "Eu estou bem, Ky, está tudo bem." -- Fiona revira os olhos e acende um cigarro. -- "Certo, fique com o garoto, mas cuide dele. Não sou babá de ninguém." -- A voz de Fiona já não era tão próxima, estava no corredor. Kyle te olhou preocupado, mas pareceu se tranquilizar quando você o lançou um sorriso reconfortante, mesmo estando meio tonta. -- "Vamos?" -- Você pergunta a Kyle que concorda e pega na sua mão te ajudando a levantar. Vocês dois vão até o quarto compartilhado e se deitam juntos. Ele aconchega o rosto na curva de seu pescoço e se agarra a sua cintura. Você puxa um cobertor por cima de vocês, o favorito dele. -- "M-música?" -- Kyle te olhou como um cachorrinho pidão e você sorriu, sabendo que ele queria que você cantasse para ele, o que definitivamente o acalmava e o fazia dormir. Você começou a fazer carinho, bagunçando levemente os fios loiros do garoto, que sorriu e abaixou os olhos. Uma bela melodia saía de seus lábios, em específico, uma de um dos filmes da Disney, intitulada "Brilha linda flor". Para qualquer um, aquilo seria estúpido. Mas para você e ele, era reconfortante. Sua voz fina e relaxante soando, as batidas do coração de Kyle se acalmando e o aperto em seu peito indo embora. Olhando detalhadamente, percebeu Kyle adormecido. Você sorriu e o abraçou por completo, beijando o topo de seus cabelos loiros desgrenhados e adormecendo junto a ele depois.

"Ninguém nunca mais vai te machucar, Ky."

Essa era sua promessa a partir daquele dia. E você não iria quebrá-la.

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