#cordelia goode x madison

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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

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Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

#lgbt #romance #headcannons #fluff #american horror story #ahs x reader #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #fiona goode x reader #zoe benson x reader #madison montgomery x reader #misty day x reader #nan x reader #queenie x reader #myrtle snow x reader #mallory x reader #marie laveau x reader #kyle spencer x reader #it took me so long to write this sorry anon #hope it's good for you #almost didn't publish i hate my computer so much

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Ave Satanas, Bitch (Michael Langdon x fem!reader)

A/N: Michael Langdon is one of my favorite characters and I finally decided to write something about him to post! I hope you enjoy even if I did kill a few favorite characters (also my faves but a good story about the antichrist has to have a little murder). Anyway, thank you for reading and let me know what you think. 

Word Count: 1,248

Summary: When the witches come knocking at the outpost, Michael underestimates what you will do to help him continue his reign of the new world. 

You watched from your seat on the bed as Ms. Mead helped Michael into his red velvet jacket. He looked handsome, red truly did suit him.

When he turned, looking to you for approval, you smiled.

“Very handsome,” you reassured, standing up, your black dress skimming the floor as you did so.

It was Michael’s turn to smile, but he suddenly tilted his head slightly, listening.

“We have guests, I believe some of our residents have risen from the dead, powerful ones at that,” he spoke, turning to you again.

He came over to you, taking your face in his hands.

“Promise me you will stay here, this is not your fight,” Michael instructed you, making your brow furrow.

“I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself, I’m a big girl Michael,” you told him.

“That you are little one, but I am not the mortal in this relationship, and I cannot afford to lose you,” Michael spoke, sterner this time.

“Fine,” you pouted, making Michael chuckle.

“I’ll be back soon, and then we’ll go home,” he reassured, and you nodded.

Michael pressed a kiss to your forehead and let go of your face.

“I love you,” you told him as he made his way towards the bedroom door.

“And I you,” Michael replied, and with that, he disappeared out the door with Ms. Mead following faithfully behind him.

You sat back down, picking at your nails. If the witches were here, you couldn’t help but be nervous. They could be powerful, especially when all combined. But Michael had grown even more powerful since the fallout, practicing his skills daily.

You were confident in him but losing him was a deep-rooted fear of yours. You had no idea what would become of yourself if he was not by your side.

It seemed forever had passed before the sound of gunshots made your head snap up. You stood from the bed, quickly walking to the door, and cracking it open, listening.

You heard footsteps and hid behind the door as someone ran past. After they passed you snuck out the door, making your way to the stairs just in time to see Michael stand from the floor, covered in blood.

Madison Montgomery stood at the bottom on the staircase, before she could speak, with a quick flick of Michael’s wrist, her head exploded and her body collapsed to the floor, making you gasp, catching Michael’s attention.

He turned, almost shocked to see you there, “Get back to the room, now!”.

You opened your mouth to protest but there was a resounding pop and you were back in the bedroom. Cursing Michael quietly you moved towards the door and turned the knob.

It seems in sending you back to your room Michael hadn’t thought to lock you inside. Before leaving the room, you grabbed your bag, retrieving a dagger you’d brought with.

While Michael reassured he’d always be there to protect you, he seemed to need your help now more than you needed his.

Sneaking from the room once more you made your way down a hall, hearing a familiar voice you turned the corner, just in time to see Michael rip a women’s heart from her chest and take a bite.

Coco, a witch you recognized from the academy before the war, stood in front of Michael. You had no idea how powerful she was, so without hesitation you came at her from the side, plunging your dagger into her neck.

A shower of blood sprayed you, ruining your dress and painting your skin red.

Coco collapsed, blood pooling beneath her.

When you turned to Michael, he had a proud smile on his face.

“Evil looks good on you darling,” he complimented, making you giggle.

“I learned from the best,” you replied, reaching down, and pulling your dagger from the witch’s neck.

Michael smirked, “It seems I underestimated you, come, we have a coven to finish.”

You nodded and followed Michael down the hall, a pool of blood appeared halfway down, a trail following it, neither of you were bleeding, so that means one of the witches were wounded. Perfect.

Michael stopped suddenly, pulling you behind him, Cordelia stood at the end of one of the adjoining halls.

“How did you think this was going to end?” Michael suddenly asked. “Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win Miss Supreme.

“Not on your own,” Cordelia scoffed. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled, the entire way. By your father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared, little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs.”

“Oh, but I never expected to, like a cockroach I knew you’d survive the nuclear blast,” Michael retorted, smirking. “And now I will get the satisfaction of watching you die.”

“You still don’t get it do you?” Cordelia replied, wearing a smile of her own. “Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope…”.

As Cordelia continued, Michael leaned behind him, whispering to you, “Down the hall, the bathroom, kill her.”

You nodded and took off, sprinting down the hall, when you found the bathroom he was talking about you were greeted by Mallory, slowly fading in a tub full of water due to a stab wound to the gut.

Wasting no time you moved forward, grabbing the girl by her hair and yanking her up.

“Ave Satanas bitch,” you hissed, before easily sliding your dagger across her throat, before plunging it into her heart, making sure the job was done.

Blood stained the water red as Mallory sunk into the bath and you admired your handiwork.

“You bitch!” came a voice from the door, and you turned to see the witch with the wild red hair standing there.

She held out her hand but before she could harm you, her neck snapped to the side roughly and she collapsed.

Footsteps neared you and Michael appeared in the doorway. He looked around you to the tub where Mallory’s body lay.

“Now that’s my girl,” he told you and you smiled, moving to embrace him tightly, arms wrapping around his neck.

“They’re all dead?” you asked, looking up at Michael for confirmation.

He nodded, “Miss Supreme sacrificed herself just as you slit little Mallory’s throat.”

You smiled, reaching up to press a passionate kiss to his lips. He returned the sentiment, arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer.

When you pulled away you rested your head on his chest, “Let’s go home.”

Michael hummed in agreement, taking your hand and leading you from the bathroom, it burst into flames behind you.

As you walked throughout the outpost every room exploded, glass breaking, flames licking the walls.

The flames didn’t dare touch you, Michael made sure of that. You both walked out of the outpost, Michael still making sure the elements did you no harm, and onto what was left of the barren lawn to the carriage waiting for you.

Michael helped you up into it, forever a gentleman to you and only you. He followed suit and soon the carriage took off, taking you both back home to the sanctuary.

You were empty handed, but Michael felt like the richest man on earth, and with you by his side, hand in his, he could accomplish anything.

#american horror story #michael langdon #cody fern #michael langdon x reader #ahs apocolaypse #ahs coven #ahs #American horror story apocalypse #michael langdon x you #cordelia goode #madison montgomery #mallory ahs #billie lourd

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You're Safe Little One

Cordelia Goode x Ally Mayfair x Wilhelmina Enable x reader (mother/daughter)

“What are we going to do?!” Zoe shouts looking down at Madison who is passed out on the bathroom floor.

“I’m going to have to call my mom.” You sighed reaching for your phone.

“Are you insane?!” Zoe shouts grabbing your phone.

“Cordelia will be so pissed, and Mina might kill us all.”

“I know that’s why I’m calling Ally!” You yelled at her snatching your phone back.

Zoe rolls her eyes “You think Ally isn’t going to tell them?”

“She will tell them but at least she won’t freak out on me until tomorrow. Plus we need to get out of here those guys Madison met are giving me the creeps. And I’m feeling dizzy, I think they drugged us, Zoe.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know something just doesn’t feel right. I’m calling Ally.”

Zoe nods as she goes back to Madison to check on her. Meanwhile, you waited for Ally to pick up breathing heavily as the phone rang.

“Hey, honey.” She answers.

“Ally.”

“What’s wrong love?” She asked.

Damn, how did she know just by your voice? You think to yourself.

“Can you please pick me, Zoe, and Madison up? I know you’ll be mad but we’re at this party and there are some guys here and they’re giving me bad vibes. And they gave us drinks but Ally I don’t feel good. Something is wrong. And Mads is passed out and I can’t wake her up.”

“Where are you?”

“I can send you my location. We are all three locked in the bathroom. But ally..please hurry. And please don’t bring Mom and Momma. I know you guys will be mad but I don’t feel comfortable here.” You tell her.

“I’ll be right there,” Ally says hanging up the phone. You let out a breath of relief as you ended the phone call.

“So we’re good?” Zoe asked.

“Yeah. Ally’s cool. We will be fine.” You said giving her a small smile as you tried to center yourself.

It was not fine an hour later you felt worse and then you heard the door slam open and instantly you knew.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n!!!” The voice echoed throughout the house.

“Fuck.” You mumbled unlocking the bathroom door to see Cordelia, Mina, and Ally standing there.

“Ally.” You whined.

“Don’t blame her you know better!” Cordelia shouts. Looking over she sees Madison lying on the ground.

“Shit Madison.” She sighs walking towards her and leaving you with Ally and Mina.

“Did those boys hurt you?” Mina asked looking over at the group of young boys.

“No ma’am. I just got a weird vibe from them so I called Ally to bring us home.”

“Well I’m proud of you for that but I’m also extremely disappointed in you. Not only for drinking but for calling Ally and putting her in an impossible position.”

“I know.” You whispered bowing your head.

“You and Zoe go to the car. We will be there in a few.” She says.

You and Zoe nod your heads as you walk past her towards the car. Walking past Ally you stopped and whispered “I’m sorry Al.”

Ally nods as you walked past her sighing a bit as she watches Mina and Cordelia yell at the group of boys. Once Cordelia was able to lift Madison she walked to the car putting her in the back seat. Before they can leave Ally stops the older women.

“Listen I know she’s in trouble and she could have gotten hurt but let’s try to remember that they’re just teenagers before we make any decisions.”

“What’s your point?” Mina asked.

“My point is go back and remember what it was like to be 15. When I was her age I never would have called my parents. No matter what was going on. I didn’t trust them enough. All I’m saying is cut her some slack, please. She knew something was wrong and she called.”

“She called you!” Mina shouts.

“And maybe you should ask yourself why!” Ally shouts back.

“Because she thought you would lie to us. Because you’re the cool parent.” Mina scoffs.

“She knew I would tell you both eventually. She called me because she knew I would come no questions asked.” Ally says.

Cordelia sighs” She’s right Mina. We can both be a little hard on her. We expect a lot from y/n.”

Mina sighs “Clearly not hard enough. Look where we are. She could have been hurt!”

“Yes, but she called before it got that far. So maybe Ally is right, she should be cut some slack.”

“Let’s go home,” Mina mumbled walking to the car.

The ride home was spent in silence. The three women each had thoughts running around their minds. Madison and Zoe were passed out but you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the drugs or your anxiety but you couldn’t close your eyes.

Once you reached the academy Zoe and Madison wake up enough to walk to their rooms with the help of Myrtle and Misty. You stayed behind because you knew the night was nowhere near over for you. The three women sighed a breath of relief before heading straight into the living room.

“Y/n come here,” Cordelia calls out. You sighed walking into the room.

The three of them were sitting on the couch. Cordelia opens her arms out to you. “Come here, honey.”

You nod as you sit in her lap and she wraps her arms around you.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head no. After everything that happened tonight, you finally broke once you realized you were safe.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have gone to that party. But it was fine at first until they gave us the drinks. The boys kept looking at us and asking if we were okay but I knew something was wrong. The room was spinning and once I realized Madison passed out I told Zoe I was calling Ally. I knew Ally would tell you guys but I didn’t want you to come and see me like that. I just wanted to come home. I’m sorry Mom.” You said crying into her shoulder.

“It’s alright baby you’re home now. You’re safe.” Cordelia says softly.

“I know I disappointed all of you. I’m so sorry.” You cried.

“Honey, you're young things like this happen. But I am very proud of you for calling me.” Ally says with a smile.

You returned the smile to her as you looked over at Mina. The thought of disappointing any of your moms was hard for you but especially when it came to the redhead.

“Momma... I…I’m sorry. I know you expect more from me and I let you down. I’ll do better I promise.” You tell her looking down at your feet feeling ashamed for letting her down.

“Little one look at me please,” Mina calls out.

Lifting your head slowly you make eye contact with her.

“When Ally told me what was going on I was so angry. I went there with every intention of yelling at you and causing a scene. And yes I was disappointed. But more than anything I was scared. Scared that something had or was going to happen to my little girl. I felt out of control and that scared me. Because I never want you to get to hurt. The thought of those boys hurting you frightened me. I know I’m hard on you. And I know that you worry that you’re letting me down. But that is far from the truth. You make me so happy and so proud to call myself your mother. And tonight I was extremely proud of you. Not only for calling for help but for taking care of Madison and Zoe and keeping the three of you safe until we got there. I love you sweetheart and I just want to always keep you safe that’s all. “

“I know. But still, I’m sorry Momma.”

“I know dear. Come here.” She says opening her arms out to you.

You crawled into her lap laying your head on her shoulder as you cried. The three women sat in silence as you cried. Each thanking the gods that you were safe but also thinking about what could have happened if they hadn’t gotten there in time.

“Momma I don’t feel good.” You whispered.

“How much did you drink?”

“Only one. I swear. I feel sleepy. “

“It's the drugs,” Ally states looking at the other women.

“They drugged them for sure. We all know Madison is a heavy drinker and she was out cold. Zoe mentioned Madison only had two drinks. Those boys had an agenda for sure.”

“ They’re lucky I didn’t kill them.” Mina growls.

“Agreed. But for now, let’s focus on the girls. I’ll have Myrtle and Misty stay with Zoe and Madison and we will take y/n to our room for the night. “ Cordelia says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ally says standing up.

“Let me carry her Mina,” Ally says taking you out of the redhead's lap.

You groaned trying to focus on Ally but your eyes were too heavy.

“Ally?” You questioned.

“I’ve got you sweet girl. Everything is okay.” She cooed carrying you upstairs to their bedroom.

Once Cordelia and Mina checked on the other girls the three women laid down in bed with you. They watched over you as you slept peacefully.

“Some many things could have happened tonight.” Mina sighed caressing your cheek.

“True. But she’s safe now and that is all that matters.” Cordelia whispered.

“I know but..”

“Mina,” Ally calls out to her holding her hand tightly.

“She’s safe love. She’s alright.”

Mina nods her head as she bends down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re safe little one.”

#writing #fiction #television #wlw #poly representation #cordelia goode x reader #ally mayfair x reader #wilhelmina venable x reader #mother/daughter relationship #mothers #zoe benson #madison montgomery #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs cult

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american horror story masterlist

new masterlist

let me know if any links don’t work<3

last updated: 10/10/21

m. langdon

- till eternity passes away

- it’s a nice day for a white wedding

- silly girl

x. plympton

- chamber of reflection

m. montgomery

- if i live to see the seven wonders

- cigarettes after sex part 2

- dark! madison

- i’d give everything for one more night with you

m. day

- picnic with misty

j. patrick march

- dark! james

c. goode

- if i live to see the seven wonders

- dreaming of you

k. spencer

- if i live to see the seven wonders

k. anderson

- crawl back in

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🍰₊˚.༄ ೃ -- ,,🍥 ·˚ ༘ ꒱🍧 .˚ ᵎ┊͙◟̆◞̆ˏˋ🌳°•*⁀➷ ❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄⋆ ☄︎.·˚ *🔭⌦ ❝

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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For who YOU are– Michael Langdon AHS apocalypse

Summary: after Cordelia kills Ms mead Michael Langdon kills the other witches but takes the reader hostage when he sees that the others have escaped. For the first time in Michael’s life, someone wants to know what he wants.

Warnings: kidnapping, being held hostage, Burning someone at the stake, swearing, talk of abuse.

Word count: 1.6+

Tags: @ajokeformur-ray

Y/n POV

“where did you guys go?” I say to everyone that's just walked in the door.

“To take care of a problem, dear” Myrtle says.

“and is there a reason why you went without me but everyone else” I asked.

I take a look at Zoe, Madison, queenie, Mallory and Cordelia they're all dressed in black.

“ You burnt someone at the stake didn't you” I accuse.

“Yes y/n if you must know we burnt someone at the stake” Cordelia walked passed me.

“Who” I asked.

Cordelia hasn't really spoken to me or has been really arrogant since Michael came into our lives apparently I'm the only one here that doesn't see him what everyone else says he is.

“Who” I yelled.

“the old lady with the black hairstyle” Madison answers.

“Ms. Mead you killed Ms. why on earth would you do that” I freak out.

“To show Michael that I’m done messing around with him” Cordelia says

Taking her by surprise I put both of my hands on the side of her head and forced myself into her memories.

Flashes, the burning, the smell of charred flesh.

“I will kill you all” Michael promised.

I take my hands off of Cordelia.

“I am your supreme you may have gifts that the others don’t but you will not use them on me” she orders.

“Some supreme you are you’ve practically signed our death certificates with that you do understand right? At least Fiona would’ve made a truce with him” I yell.

“Do not use my mother against me y/n” Cordelia scolds.

“I have gifts you don’t that is correct it’s also why I told you not to attack Michael everything I saw everything I warned you about” I told Cordelia.

“What you saw maybe true but that side of Michael is long gone I gave him a chance today and he turned it down” Cordelia replied.

“Of course he did you killed the one person he thought who loved him what did you think that you were going to walk off arm in arm, embrace the coven that killed the closest thing to he ever had to a mother. I don’t think he would want to bake cookies with you Cordelia” I spat

“I’m strong enough to take him y/n” Cordelia says.

“That’s a laugh” I smiled.

I turned around to walk back up the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going Missy?” Cordelia questioned.

“To paint my nails so that they’re fresh for my inevitable death, are you coming Madi? I invite her.

“No, this shits crazy I’m out for what it’s worth y/n I hope you live you’re the only one I like around here.” She walks out the front door.

“When Michael comes here and trust me he will. I won’t fight him and I won’t protect you” I warn

I walked upstairs.

Red.

Red I think is a fantastic colour to paint your nails before you die. I think painting them black is just a little on the nose.

It has started my blood runs cold I can hear the witches downstairs especially the younger ones calling out for me. But if I have any chance of being able to really meet Michael for who he is I can’t do anything. So I put my headphones on and paint my last nail.

I look up when I smell the metallic scent that blood gives off.

Michael stands at my door my breath hitches. It’s different looking into Michael’s eyes they’re look hardened much unlike the sweet past version I saw him as in murder house. However they still have the Same jaded look on his face

He stands there for a moment before racing towards me I only flinch when he blows black dust into my face.

Floating? I feel I’m floating I don’t open my eyes I’m too tired and strangely I’m at peace.

I feel someone put me on what feels like a wooden chair and put something on my wrist.

My head rolls forward and I wake up.

“Thank Satan I thought you were going to sleep forever then you wouldn’t have been very helpful to me” Michael says.

“Yeah well that stuff smells like goats ass” I say half smart.

“No that would be me actually” he tells me.

Now that he says that it gives me a moment to take in his appearance disheveled, dirty but mostly he looks broken.

“Listen Michael I know you’re going through a hard time–“ I start.

“A hard time your witches killed my Ms mead and now you’re going to help me” he yells.

“I’m not going to be much help to you” I say quietly.

“You will help me whether you like it or not” he towers over me.

To my surprise I don’t quiver when he stands over me.

“You see when the witches when they notice you’re gone they will have to come out of hiding and look for you” he tells me.

“No they won’t we got into a disagreement. I’ve been arguing with the coven for months now” I disagree with him.

There’s a look in his eyes that proves he wants to believe me but some part that thinks he can’t after everything he’s been through.

I struggle with the rope’s around my wrists. They start burning.

“They’re cursed ropes they won’t hurt you unless you try to escape” he says.

In this moment I found that interesting he doesn’t intend to hurt me. I stop resisting and relax.

“You say that the coven has had a disagreement with you. What could possibly cause that much of a rift that they wouldn’t protect their own” he asks me.

Michael sits down on a wooden box waiting for my answer.

“You, we had a disagreement about you” I answered hesitantly.

He leans forward slightly, “what about me?”

“They think you’re evil” I answered.

Michael seems suspicious for a moment, “you don’t”

I shake my head.

“Why” he scoffs.

“Because after you performed the seven wonders and the extra challenges Cordelia made us look into you. She sent Madison and I to the house you grew up in”

“What did you find there?. Did you find whatever proof you were looking for?” He seems intrigued.

“The others found what they needed to crucify you but I don’t agree with them” I answered honestly.

“If you went looking then you would have also found that I am the Antichrist” he says.

“But that doesn’t make you evil Michael it makes you powerful. I know about your upbringing, about Constance’s abuse, trying to get to know Tate as your dad and your interesting relationship with Ben. Michael I know a lot about you and I understand it but everyone your entire life has done nothing but force their opinions on you” I say softly.

He takes a moment to comprehend everything I just said to him.

“So you know full well everything I am so you understand why I’m so upset about Ms. Mead she is the one person who didn’t force anything on to me” he says softly.

I sighed. He hasn’t realised it yet but she was using him too.

“Don’t suggest otherwise to me don’t lie to me” he orders.

“Michael I’m not I promise to you I’m not” I tell him.

He seems to be waiting for an explanation.

“I have a particular gift that allows me to adsorb a memory and share it with other people would it be okay if I could share it with you” I asked him.

“That’s a trick I know better than that do not take me for a fool. You just want me to untie your hands” he says.

“No, Michael I use touch to transfer the memory using touch. I don’t want you to untie my hands until you’re ready, until you trust me and only then. I’m asking for permission to touch you” I explain.

He walks over to me and kneels down to my level, “do whatever you have to do, show me”

I lean forward the smell doesn’t really bother me anymore. I lean forward far enough that I’m barely touching him. I just need confirmation that he’s okay with this.

He stares at me with his blue eyes that seem to be staring into my soul. “Y/n it’s okay, kiss me.” This is the first time he’s said my name.

My lips touch his and lock my touch is as light as feather. I whisper the spell I need to to show him the memory.

He stays there absolutely shocked for a moment tearing and shaking.

He quickly undoes the ropes.

“I don’t even know what to say as shocking as it is I am thankful for the truth how can I thank you,what can I do for you ” he tells me.

Tears slide down his face.

I hug him. “Michael I want to get to know you for who you are.

The end

Author’s note this is my first post on my new account hope you like it. Anyway this is inspired by a conversation I had with a friend sorry I didn’t get to it sooner I’ve been busy

Requests are open

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #madison montgomery #first post #cordelia goode #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs x reader #angst #fluff #jaydedstories

[mattsonly]

about me!!

♡ my name is aimee, but i actually prefer ayz or aims.

♡ i'm 19, turning 20 this august

♡ i'm currently in university studying law (i hope to be a barrister)

♡ i've been writing almostt my whole life (got a grade 8 in english language💪)

♡ i'm autistic, and suprise suprise, the Sturniolo triplets are my special interest.

♡ i'm a very diverse writer, so long as your requests arent morally fucked or borderline disgusting i'll probably write it :)

♡ i am obsessedddd with small trinkets like smooth rocks, pretty stones, those glass pebbles, colourful rubber bands just anything i find aesthetically pleasing (just naming trinkets i've obtained in my little jar🥰)

♡ i'm an extremely picky eater

♡ i'm bisexual!! ;)

♡ i LOVEEEE pink, but i have little to no proof (everything about my style and personality is pure black)

♡ AND i won't only write for the Sturniolo's, but also: Tara Yummy, Mattheo Riddle, Theo Nott, Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James March, Madison Montgomery, Cordelia Goode and Zoe Benson

#writing #matthew sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #james march #rory monahan #madison montgomery #cordelia goode #zoe benson

[gredandforgeweatherby]

Coven pt. 3

Pt.1 Pt. 2

The aftermath

Summary: The aftermath of the bus flip

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Talks of rape, swearing, injuries from an accident, not really proofread

A/N: I wrote this literally in an hour because I was writing my other fic and really wanted to work on this.

Sadie had not slept at all. Her mind was too full of the events that took place that night. She couldn’t believe she let that happen. Of course, some disgusting frat boys would try to take advantage of Madison, why didn’t she think to keep a closer eye on her? She’s lucky Zoe was okay, she wouldn’t be able to handle it if something had happened to both of them on the same night. She shouldn’t have stayed and talked to Kyle—nice as he was—she should have excused herself back into the crowd, maybe she would have seen who was going off with Madison and been able to stop it.

And the crash. If you could even call it that, it was more of a catastrophic event. She understood why Madison had done it, but still felt bad for the few on the bus who were innocent. She kept thinking about Kyle, hoping that he had somehow survived the bus flip, though she didn’t feel confident that anyone would have.

Morning arrived at both the speed of light and the speed of a snail. Sadie got out of bed exhausted once she heard rustling and movement around the kitchen. She made her way down to the kitchen, where she found Nan and Queenie sitting at the table, their eyes glued to the TV, and Zoe standing next to Nan, her eyes on the same place as theirs. The voice of the newscaster filled Sadie’s ears.

“The Louisiana campus is still in shock over the tragic bus crash last night, nine members of the fraternity Kappa Lambda Gamma were on board. Seven of the boys died on the scene. Two were rushed to Troost Medical Center where they remain in critical condition.”

Sadie and Zoe looked at each other, shock and horror written on their faces. Madison walked in while the newscaster continued.

“Authorities will not confirm the identities of the deceased—”

Madison turned the TV off, leaving on the counter

“Hey, I was watching that!” Nan exclaimed.

“Why? it‘s yesterday's news. We got any Greek yogurt?” Madison turns and picks at a fruit platter, where Zoe and Sadie join her.

“We have to tell somebody what happened. They weren’t all in that room. The one I met—Ian—he wasn’t involved, wasn’t even aware of it. And he was on that bus—

“So was Kyle,” Sadie interrupted Zoe, “Who wasn’t there either. He was with me the whole time. He tried to stop it and chased after the guy who had recorded it Madison.”

Madison barely looked at them, still picking at the plate of fruit in front of her, when she replied.

“So what?”

“So,” Sadie said, aggregation from her bitchy tone settling in, “some of them were innocent, good guys with their whole lives ahead of them and you took that away. I understand some did something awful to you, and trust me I want them to be punished, but—”

Before Sadie could continue, someone walked in.

“What are we talking about?”

All eyes in the room turned to her, not noticing her presence before she spoke.

“The college boys? Taken in the prime of their lives. Such a tragedy,” She seemed to look pointedly at Madison when she spoke next. “It almost makes you want to cry, doesn’t it? I guess the world’s not going to miss a bunch of assholes in Ed Hardy T-shirts.”

In her typical blunt style, Madison questioned her.

“Who the hell are you?”

She didn’t acknowledge Madison’s question, instead continuing as if she was never interrupted.

“I’ve got to hand it to you. A bus flip? Not easy. But you were a sloppy, little witch bitch. And sloppy's going to put us all in jeopardy.” 

“Go to hell, you stupid hag.”

Suddenly, the woman flicked her wrist at Madison, sending her into the air and crashing into the wall before falling back to the floor. The four other witches in the room looked on, shocked at what had just happened.

“I’ve read all of your files. You’re not going to become great women of our clan sitting around here at Hogwarts under the confused instruction of my daughter.”

It then clicked who this woman was to Sadie.

“You’re the Supreme?” She asked surprised, not expecting her to be the most powerful witch of the coven.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she looked at the girls and said, “We’re going on a field trip. Wear something black.” Then left the room.

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While the other four joined the Supreme on her little excursion, Sadie stayed back. After hearing the news of two of the boys being at the hospital, she decided she would pay them a little visit. See wanted to see who was lucky enough to survive Madison’s wrath.

She arrived at Troost Memorial Center contemplating how she was going to go about her plan. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get in their room, not only was she not family but they wouldn’t let her in while they were in critical condition. She instead decide she would loiter around, coming across their room by sheer luck, and enter it when no one was looking. 

Miraculously her plan worked.

She had seen a messy mop of blonde hair through a blinded window. Hoping that it was Kyle’s, she waited until she was sure the coast was clear before entering the room. Sure enough, Kyle was there.

He was much less bright than he was the night before, in all senses of the word. His skin seemed dull and grey, where the night before it was glowing. His hair was uncombed and a mess, a great juxtaposition to the neat blonde locks she had seen on him the night before. He lay in bed, his eyes closed, with a large brace over his neck. His face had cuts of various sizes with bandages covering them, and she could see part of a bandage peeking out from under his hair. He had a cast on his left arm, as well as his left leg. He was so different. No, she didn’t know him, but from last night he seemed so jubilant. He had the cutest smile that would light up the whole town and the most beautiful chocolate-hued eyes. He seemed so full of life, he was funny, and he probably had a whole life of excellence ahead of him. And now, his future was so uncertain.

As Sadie stood there, felt as though someone dropped a weight on her chest. It was difficult for her to breathe, and tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

He didn’t deserve this.

She left Kyle’s side to go to the other bed, wanting to see who else survived, though she didn’t recognize who he was. She went back to Kyle, this time standing next to his bed. It was hard to look at him. He looked so peaceful asleep, yet she was sure he would be feeling anything but. With the tears falling from her eyes she leaned in a bit and whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, wiping her tears before they could fall on him. “You didn’t deserve this.”

She decided she had been there too long, afraid someone was going to come into the room. She took one last fleeting look at Kyle and left for the academy.

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When she returned to the academy, she was met with only Nan, Queenie, and Madison. Noticing Zoe’s absence, she asked where she was.

“She didn’t tell us where she was going, just left.” Said Nan.

While the girls were at the academy, Zoe was at Troost Medical Center, just barely an hour after Sadie left. She wandered the halls, wondering how she was going to find Ian. She noticed a group of somber college students leaving their room and slipped in after them. 

She first saw the boy Sadie was with, before walking further into the room, hoping to find Ian

“Please be Ian, please, please, please let it be Ian..” She whispered to herself as she approached the separation curtain. She moved the curtain to not see Ian, but instead Brenner, the boy who led the attack on Madison. Tears welling in her eyes, she moves closer to the bed, looking down at him.

“It should have been you asshole.”

She turns to leave, then pauses, looking back at Brenner. She made her way back to Brenner's bed, once again looking down at him. This time instead of anger mingled with sadness, it was anger mingled with a vengeance. 

She reached under the covers, masturbating him. Climbing over his legs to staddle him, she guided him inside her. His eyes began to open, barely registering what was happening, before they started filling with blood. Soon, every orifice began bleeding, the machines he was attached to beeping wildly. She speeds up, knowing help will be arriving soon, and watched as the life slipped from his eyes. She climbed off him before finally leaving.

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Sadie was downstairs when Zoe came home.

‘Hey, where were you?” Sadie asked, “Cordelia and I asked but no one knew where you went.”

Zoe was silent for a moment, not knowing what to tell her.

“Uh, yeah, I had something to take care of,” Zoe said, hoping that Sadie would leave it at that.

But, of course, she did not.

“‘Something to take care of?’ Zoe, do you know how suspicious that sounds?” A light chuckle escaped her lips as she said that. Turning more serious she waited until Zoe met her eyes before saying, “You can tell me what you were doing, you know. I’m not gonna tattle.”

Zoe contemplated for a second, trusting Sadie more than anyone in the academy (with the exception of Cordelia). She went over to Sadie, sitting next to her before talking.

“I went to Troost. I wanted to see if Ian made it.”

“I went too,” Saide admitted. “I wanted to know if Kyle survived.” She paused, looking at Zoe when she said nothing. “Did Ian?”

Zoe’s eyes were filling with tears again.

“No,” she said, her voice wavering from being on the edge of tears. “No, he died when the asshole that attacked Madison survived.”

Sadie’s face twisted in concern.

“Which one?” She asked.

“The main one,” Zoe replies, sniffling. “The one who was on her when we walked in.”

Sadie was pissed. It wasn’t fair that the disgusting asshole who led the attack on Madison survived the crash when someone more deserving didn’t.

“That asshole’s alive?” 

Zoe paused, turning away from Sadie’s eyes. Hesitantly, she replied.

“He was alive.”

Sadie looked at Zoe, all anger she felt melting into alarm and concern for the girl sitting in front of her.

“Zoe, what did you do.” She said, her voice mirroring her concerned state.

Instead of answering her question, Zoe stood from her chair, tears running down her face.

“It wasn’t fair! That asshole survived when he should have been dead! I only did what he deserved.”

Sadie stood up to meet Zoe, placing her hands on her shoulders. She waited until Zoe would look her in her eyes, before saying in a calm voice,

“Zoe, calm down, lower your voice. Did anyone see you?”

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Sadie said. She took her hands off her shoulders, leaning down to grab Zoe’s bag. Handing it to her, she told her, “Go to bed. If anyone saw you or if anything happens I’ll help you take care of it, okay? I promise. But you should get some sleep.”

Zoe took her bag from Sadie’s hands, wiping the last few tears off her cheeks. She shouldered her bag before thanking Sadie and making her way upstairs. 

#american horror story #ahs #american horror story coven #coven #zoe benson #kyle spencer #cordelia goode #madison montgomery #evan peters #taissa farmiga #evan peters x reader #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x oc #evan peters x oc #american horror story x oc #tate langdon #violet hermon

[sunflowerharrington]

Dress.

i am so nervous to post this one 🫣 please don’t call the feds! i am so so sorry if i haven’t represented male to female girlies properly but i tried. not one story is the same, and so this is just what i think kyle would do and how she would go about finding herself :)

pairing(s): madison x kyle friendship, kyle x reader relationship

words: 1395

summary: madison and kyle have a little talk. also, these asks;

notes: kyle uses they/them pronouns in the beginning, and then they switch to she/they.

i am not transgender. and i’m genuinely so sorry if this is really bad representation, but i wanted to make anon happy. i really hope i haven’t fucked up again and i understand if you send me hate because of this. i just want to make people happy, not sad 😭

Kyle was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, with you curled up in a ball against them, your hand on their chest. They blinked once, and then again, and again; it was the only sound in the quiet room other than your soft breathing as you drifted in and out of your slumber.

They were ready.

Kyle lifted the covers off of themself, making sure not to make you cold with their movements, replacing their body with a pillow, which you immediately curled against.

“My p- p…retty, … Pretty Girl,” Kyle cooed, pressing a soft, sloppy kiss to your temple, and you smiled in your sleep, making their heart swell.

Kyle found themself walking over to your mirror, looking themself up and down, in their black sweater and matching black pants. They made a face of disgust at themself, until a thought flashed in their mind. Madison. Her pretty, shiny heels. Her blue dress. Her long, blonde hair. And her pretty makeup.

“Girl… Pretty girl,” Kyle said, slowly, quietly so as to not wake you up.

Their routine went pretty similar to this every Sunday evening; looking at themself in the mirror until they cried. They just didn’t feel… right. Nothing felt right to them. Their body, their mindset, their everything.

It had been going on for a while now, approximately five months, and you just thought it was your partner doing what partners do; stealing their girlfriend’s clothes as a memory. But it was so much more, so much more complex than that. To Kyle anyways.

They didn’t know how to handle their feelings, or how when they looked down at themself, they didn’t feel right, or beautiful. Even your countless reassurances couldn’t stop Kyle from feeling like they were… In the wrong body, to put it bluntly.

And so they found themself rooting through your drawers as you slept, finally working up enough courage to hold clothes which were supposedly meant for girls only in their hands, grinning at the garments.

They held the dress up to their body in the mirror, before stripping down as quietly and fast as they could, pulling the dress on in the way they saw you wearing it. Or the way they remembered. Kyle gazed in awe at the silver sparkles glittering on the sheer dress from the overhead light in your shared bedroom, and it made them feel powerful. Beautiful. A surge of serotonin shot through them, and they beamed, twirling once around in the mirror, watching the patterns on the wall move as they moved, the sequins bouncing light onto the walls.

“Pretty… girl. N- not… a… boy…”

Kyle couldn’t contain the smile growing on their face, and they slipped their own clothes back on over your dress, wanting to wear it for the rest of the day. Wanting to feel beautiful, just like their pretty girl.

A knock on the door startled them, though they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was Cordelia. They fixed the collar of their shirt, hiding the sparkles beneath it, gulping unintentionally loudly as she came towards them. And they tried to act like nothing was wrong.

In their mind what they were doing was wrong.

“Is Y/N asleep?” Cordelia asked softly, pointing over to your resting body, and Kyle frantically nodded, their heart beating wildly in their chest.

“S- Sleeping,” they said, and thankfully Cordelia left shortly after that, giving Kyle a perfect smile as she departed.

Kyle resumed twirling around in the mirror, the way they saw Misty doing it the other night, looking at the shiny patterns the sequins on your dress made on the wall as they moved, after they had opened their shirt again.

From downstairs they could hear that Madison and Nan had arrived back from ‘terrorizing’ the Karen next door with the cute son, Luke, or something. Kyle never caught his name properly, and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t remember.

“There are clothes everywhere in here, Y/N!” Madison scoffed as she entered the room, stopping to look at Kyle, who had frozen in place. “Silver is not your colour, Barbie doll. Try blue, …it’ll bring out your eyes.”

Kyle’s mouth fell open in shock; she wasn’t at all mad that Kyle was wearing one of her dresses? Her most prized possessions? Madison wasn’t mad that they were wearing so-called “girl’s” clothes?

“M- M- Madison?”

Madison sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned around. “What, Kyle?”

“Y- you’re… not mad… at… me?” The words barely came out, almost mouthing the words to her, and Madison smiled. It was one of the first times Kyle saw Madison smile.

“I’m mad that you’d have the nerve to wear a silver dress and orange converse together. And I’m mad that you didn’t just ask me, let’s go shopping for some new clothes for you later? I'm sure Fiona won’t mind if I snatch her credit card for a while.”

Kyle was shell shocked, gobsmacked that Madison wasn’t angry at them. Kyle finally closed their mouth, and followed Madison over to where she was sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Ugh, why is she always sleeping? Y/N, wake up!”

“N-no,” Kyle said, moving to cover Madison’s mouth with her hand. “Y-Y-Y/N… not know… Thinks I’m… Boy.”

Madison nodded, whispering a quiet “sorry” to her, before getting up and leaving the room.

She came back a minute later with a small black vanity bag, filled with some items Kyle recognized from when she was sleeping in Madison’s room at first. Makeup.

“Come here, let me do something for you.”

She opened her bag and sat down opposite Kyle, brushing glittery colours of eyeshadow on the girl’s eyelids, expertly drawing on some black eyeliner and adding fake lashes and mascara. Kyle scrunched up her nose, the brush tickling her skin, though she looked up at Madison with wide eyes, watching the witch in amazement.

Madison’s lips pulled up into a smirk as she pulled away from Kyle, finishing off Kyle’s makeup with some red tinted lip gloss. Madison tucked a strand of Kyle’s blonde hair behind her ear, holding up a mirror to her. Seeing herself with makeup on was weird, but exciting at the same time, and she couldn’t help letting out the loudest squeal of surprise and happiness.

“Pretty…”

In an instant Madison got to her feet and pulled Kyle up with her, closing her shirt buttons. Then she pulled Kyle out of the room and down the hall to where Zoe, Nan and Queenie were arguing about something.

Some Supreme shit, or whatever.

“Move, losers. We’re doing a fashion show!” Madison yelled, pushing past the three girls, leading a still shocked Kyle to her room.

Madison went through her wardrobe, flinging clothes and shoes all around the room, searching for something perfect for Kyle. And then she found it; the blue dress from the party. She pushed back all of the terrible, horrible memories from that night and handed the dress to Kyle. “Try this.”

Kyle nodded, stripping out of her clothes, pulling the stretchy blue fabric up her legs and torso. Madison leaned against the wall, watching the blonde beauty from afar, who was twirling around in a circle again, looking at her body from all angles in the vibrant blue dress.

“I saw it from the first moment I looked at you after Wednesday Addams brought you back to life… And I saw it when we went shopping not too long ago… You were looking at that one beautiful necklace, and those red sparkly shoes you couldn’t take your eyes off, even when we were leaving the store,” Madison said as she walked over to Kyle to zip up the back of the dress, running her hands down Kyle’s chest, smiling up at her. She chuckled before adding, “and Zoe and I had to practically drag you out.”

Madison laughed, as did Kyle, and the two girls turned to look at themselves in Madison’s mirror. Kyle smiled at herself, blinking, the tips of her false eyelashes tickling her skin. And she felt pretty, for once in her life. Even all through college she never felt like herself, and she could never embrace her feminine side with all of the frat boy assholes around her. But now she could. And she was happier than she had ever been before.

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#ahs #american horror story #evan peters #kyle spencer #madison x kyle #zoe benson #taissa farmiga #cordelia goode #sarah paulson #misty day #lily rabe #ahs fanfic #ahs fanfiction #ahs fandom #kyle spencer fanfiction #franken kyle #emma roberts #kyle spencer x reader #madison montgomery #fanfiction #post death kyle spencer #i have a belief that silver and orange shouldn’t go together and i know people will disagree and that’s okay! #we are all allowed to have our own opinions #i ❤️ queue #i love queue 3000

[bensons-bitch]

Not sure if you’ll accept this but can you do some mother daughter headcanons for madison/cordelia?

ooo yes!!! love this idea!

- it took Madison a while to open up to Cordelia (and she still struggles to do so sometimes, but has become better at going to Cordelia when she has a problem or wants advice)

- despite that, she definitely sees Cordy as a mother figure! 

- when she was younger (and after a few months of getting comfortable with her), Madison would follow Cordelia around, not leaving her side for a moment. 

- Cordelia buys Madison things when out at the store; sometimes it was new clothes (mostly when she was younger), but often it consists of her favourite snacks and little knickknacks

- Madison always writes heartfelt cards for Cordelia for her birthday, mother’s day, christmas… basically any occasion ! (but don’t ask her about it, she’ll deny it!)

- Madison goes to Cordelia whenever she’s sad…she doesn’t normally like to talk about it, but just likes sitting with her

- Cordelia is proud of everything Madison does, for the smallest thing, like cleaning up her own dishes, to bigger things, like learning a spell on her own!

- Madison still sleeps with the teddy bear Cordelia gave her when she first got to the coven and the blanket

- Madison used to strictly go to Cordelia for hugs 

- she doesn’t do this often now, mostly when she isn’t feeling well, which always raises concerns from Cordelia

- Cordelia always takes care of Madison when she’s sick, making her soup and tea as well as babying her a little bit (but Zoe seems to have taken over)

- Madison looks to Cordelia for approval and praise, and Cordelia does her best to remind Madison how proud she is

- Cordelia was worried that Madison might not get together with Zoe; she could tell they both liked each other, but also knew Madison’s lack of trust might get in the way

- when they did announce their relationship, Cordelia was overjoyed, and has always been the biggest supporter! (similar to how much Madison supports Misty and Cordelia)

- overall, Cordelia and Madison care about each other very much 

#madison montgomery #zoe x madison #AHS #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #american horror story #cordelia #cordelia goode #misty day #lesbian #bisexaul

[redroses07]

F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?

CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙

You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.

It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.

It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.

This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.

For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.

From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.

While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.

Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.

"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.

While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.

You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.

He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.

What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.

No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.

Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.

"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.

You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.

You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.

You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.

"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.

Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.

You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.

When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.

Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.

You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.

"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.

"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.

Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.

"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.

You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.

"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.

Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.

"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.

Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.

"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.

Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.

You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.

"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.

It was never a dull moment with her around.

"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.

Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.

You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.

You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.

You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.

You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.

You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"

You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.

"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.

No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.

You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.

"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.

You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.

Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.

Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.

When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.

Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.

"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.

You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.

Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.

The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.

Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.

"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.

Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.

The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.

The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.

Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.

"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.

Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.

You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.

Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.

You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.

Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.

Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.

Now all that was left to do was to wait.

You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.

You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.

"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.

You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.

"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.

Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.

Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.

"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.

You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.

Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.

You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.

She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.

You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.

Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.

The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.

"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.

Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.

"What's happening?" Madison shouted.

"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.

"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.

You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.

You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.

"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.

As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.

She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."

Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.

"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.

"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.

Your stomach dropped.

"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.

Zoe sighed in frustration.

'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"

Dammit. Was it that obvious?

"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.

Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."

You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.

"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.

You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.

"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.

You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.

As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.

"What the hell-"

You looked up to see Michael looming above you.

"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.

"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.

"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.

"I don't care, what we have is more important."

"Don't you agree?"

Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.

"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.

"Please..." Michael stammered.

You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.

"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.

That was it for you.

"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.

You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.

The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.

Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.

He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.

"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.

"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.

You laughed and kissed him again.

Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.

Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.

"God you're so beautiful."

You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.

Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.

"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.

"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.

'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.

His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.

You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.

Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.

Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.

"Well someone's excited." You stated.

"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.

You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.

"Want me to take care of that for you?"

Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.

"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.

You frowned, disappointed. He was right.

"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.

You smiled,

"That works for me."

On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.

"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.

"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.

Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.

"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.

You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.

#american horror story #ahs fandom #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs murder house #ahs coven #michael langdon x you #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagine #ahs x reader #cody fern #zoe benson #ahs fanfiction #ahs #michael langdon smut

[sawyerconfort]

the coven (+ marie and kyle) realizing they must be in love with you would include...

Officially back and so ready to write for our coven!

To celebrate that I'm reopening requests, I decided to give you some headcannons. They've been running through my head for a while and I thought I should post them ASAP!

Hope you like it!

Anyway, enjoy!

Orders are officially reopened, but please take it easy! I don't want to leave anyone without posts around here!

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The Coven and Their Allies Realizing They're Must Be In Love With You (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Ok, we know that Delia went through a lot before getting here and that her self-esteem is not the best…

Regardless if it's as Supreme or before that, Delia never felt enough for anyone to love her and definitely avoided falling in love.

Maybe after Hank, things got worse in that regard.

But there, in the middle of her path, there was you.

Cordelia tensed as she realized that she was liking you more than a friend.

She didn't want Fiona to know (if she was still alive), so she just kept it a secret.

Okay, maybe Myrtle would have been the first person to know that she was in love with someone again, but she was the exception.

And Cordelia had to process all that on her own for a long time before she got up the courage to talk to you.

It started with just an exchange of ideas, a casual conversation that happened out of the blue when she approached you somewhere you guys went together.

Cordelia even offered to buy you drinks from time to time, a way of signing that there was something more and a way to at least be helpful and content.

(Of course it wasn't out of the blue, Cordelia kind of calculated her steps (not in an obsessive way) so she could get to you without stuttering…)

Delia won you over little by little, and your conversations gave her the confidence to keep going ever since.

Until the day she thought she couldn't keep it all to herself anymore.

"I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever felt anything like this for anyone before, but the truth is, I'm in love with you, (Y\N)… And, you know, it's okay if you don't love me back."

Secretly, she wanted you to reciprocate.

And well, actually, you reciprocated because who wouldn't fall in love with Cordelia Goode, right?

Fiona Goode

Let's start with the fact that you destabilize Fiona's entire pose the moment she first lays eyes on you.

And has been doing so ever since.

Falling in love has never been a problem for Fiona, she has done it countless times, and every time her loves have yielded incredible things for her.

But with you, it's different, and feeling it knocked her out at first.

Like, she's the queen of self-centeredness, and all of a sudden, she starts caring more about someone else than herself…

Nobody, nobody at all, would know that Fiona Goode is in love.

Oh yeah, and then there's the age thing, which she found a little humiliating at first, especially when she realized it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Of course, she had to make the first move.

And it would happen at a time when you're alone, at the bar, probably ordering a drink (similar to Cordelia's).

The difference is that Fiona wouldn't waste any time.

So, you can expect anything, anything, from her.

Endless flirting to make you blush.

And she always cracks that smile when she succeeds.

She will probably strike up a conversation, trying to find out what your tastes are, and use that to her advantage in an attempt to win you over.

Apart from the irresistible charm, which she uses even involuntarily.

Not to mention that once she got more intimate with you, she would brag about being the Supreme and most powerful witch ever.

"Would you ever consider dating someone older, (Y\N), like, casually?"

Zoe Benson

I believe Zoe (just like Luke) would be the most normal person to fall in love with, and handle it better than other girls.

Like, of course, she has the issue of her power and the like.

But I don't think she would consider that, especially after getting used to being a witch and having control of her powers.

Not that there wasn't that care and concern for her safety either, because the moment she realized everything, she wouldn't want to lose you.

I think she would also be like Cordelia and would need some more time to gain confidence in herself to confess her feelings for you.

Still, you can expect a few notes in the most unusual places you should find them, written by her.

Some were references to poems, others were song lyrics. Zoe would use that feature to be able to declare herself to you without having to use her words.

A few subtle flirtations when you met casually, whether it was on purpose or not.

Zoe is incredibly distracted when she is in love with someone.

And that would yield great content for Madison, who would be the first to find out about her coven mate's new love.

In a pre-Apocalypse era, Cordelia would have been your confidant.

And if it happened after that, Zoe would find a way to handle it all on her own too.

Either way, Zoe wants you to be sure that being with her is completely safe, despite the troubled life she leads.

"I think I'm in love with you, (Y\N). I'm serious."

Madison Montgomery

(anon who asked me a while ago about madison falling in love and being a complete mess, this one's for you!)

I don't think I need to comment on how frustrated Madison would be to fall seriously in love.

She doesn't give in that easily to anyone, but with you it's strangely different.

You can expect a softer side of her to come out over the days.

Not that her bitch side didn't prevail, of course, but you get the point.

Madison has a huge difficulty with words, and she secretly doesn't want you to know that it's because she has self-esteem and emotional issues.

Usually, when she stutters to talk to you, Madison pretends it was just a random distraction, with something passing by that caught her attention.

And you know the truth, but you think it's cute when she doesn't admit it, so you just let it go.

When she decides to tease you for fear of showing too much weakness and showing her feelings, it gets hot…

Like, when her bitch persona takes over, you can expect the dirtiest flirting, with her claiming with all the certainty in the world that she's going to win you over, no matter what.

But the thing that always gives away how much Madison fell in love with you is her jealousy flare-ups.

If you're relatively close and hang out together, she'll get used to other people talking to you.

But if you start a friendship for now, you can expect that seeing another person too close to you would give her a nervous breakdown.

Another one of the cute things Madison in love would bring you.

Given time, she would open up to you, no dirty jokes, no malicious intent, just pure, genuine feelings.

"Fuck, (Y\N), I swear to God I'm going to regret this, but I need to tell you that I'm in love with you, and this time I mean it."

Misty Day

There is no more lovable person while in love than Misty Day.

(Okay, my favoritism plays a big part, but honestly, I can't imagine anything else happening on Misty's part.)

It's very likely that this is her first time falling in love with someone, and it leaves her literally in a panic for days…

She's always done pretty well on her own, but after she got to know you, she realized that company might not be such a bad idea.

But she's a little scared to get close to you, scared that you'll somehow abandon her.

So things would start out slow, with Misty approaching you, making conversation and hoping to get to know you better after that.

You would expect her to get very carried away talking about the things she likes (aka Stevie Nicks, swamps and flowers).

And you can hope that would be the cutest thing to witness.

Speaking of flowers, she would take you to see the Miss Robichaux Academy greenhouse, in an attempt to get even closer.

And then she would make a point of introducing you to her favorite songs.

If it happens at a time when she's already tested the Seven Wonders, Misty would make a point of playing with a few of them to see if you're more easily impressed.

Misty is exceptionally clumsy when it comes to being in your presence.

Like, at the ultimate level, literally, she's a mess whenever she sees you, her nervousness, wondering if she's doing everything right.

And Cordelia would be responsible for calming her down when needed (and giving her advice on the best ways to get to you.)

"So, (Y\N), I think… I think I like you. Like, a lot. In fact, I think I'm in love with you, that's it."

Nan

Nan is too confident about her feelings to talk to you.

So honestly when she realizes she's in love it's not a problem.

She's just a little in doubt if it's really what she wants, and if you won't be amazed at the things she can offer.

Nan realizes that falling in love is harder than she thought, so whenever she can, she enlists the help of the other girls.

Madison would certainly tell her to confess her feelings at once and don't give a shit.

But Zoe would certainly be keen to give the best advice.

As it turns out, Nan has her own ways of dealing with these kinds of feelings, and again, once she really does gain confidence, she'll come after you without any help.

Little gifts and a few words of affirmation are all it takes for Nan to demonstrate how in love she is with you.

She's occasionally showing off her gift of clairvoyance, just to impress you and make sure it's not a problem.

"Okay, this is incredibly unexpected, but I'm having a vision about us… and that means I love you beyond friendship, (Y\N)."

Queenie

Queenie would probably be a person who would easily give in to feelings.

Not that being in love wasn't a shock to her, because it would freak her out that anyone actually cared about her for who she really is, even if she was a complete mess.

But once she was sure how she felt about you, she would go to great lengths to let you know.

She's completely honest, so whatever she has to say, she'll say it to your face, of course, as softly as possible, but directly.

Queenie is the type of person who, in front of others, would pretend to hate clichés.

But she would do them all for you, from little notes to sweets to a cliché date in the moonlight to flowers, anyway…

Now, if you wouldn't mind knowing, Queenie would die and kill for you (after all, that's what voodoo skills are for, right?).

She wouldn't think twice about confronting someone who was harming you, even if it meant hurting the person physically.

"I'm sorry, but I had to. I love you, (Y\N)."

And at the end of the day, she's just being honest and looking out for you.

Myrtle Snow

Complete madness, that's what it would be like when Myrtle Snow fell in love with you.

She may appear calm in front of others, but would secretly freak out when she realizes she's into you.

Unlike Fiona, she probably wouldn't deal well with the idea of the age gap at first.

But Myrtle would get used to it and see how insignificant it is when she realizes that her company is good for her.

Like, it's the first time Myrtle has been able to feel truly happy, not being in Fiona's shadow or the Council itself.

And she would certainly go against several Council laws for you.

But there would be the weird part of it, the crazy things you would be exposed to, being with Myrtle.

Of course, at first her ideas were completely crazy, but you learned to like it and get used to it.

To help, now you make her think twice before trying to gouge someone's eye out or making an impulsive decision.

Countless trips to Balenciaga now and then, the only place Myrtle and you would feel safe being yourself.

"(Y\N), honey, I think I like you more than I should. I think I definitely love you, in a romantic and sexual way."

Mallory

The biggest cliché of two teenagers falling in love could possibly happen between you.

Mallory is the most devoted and romantic person you could ever meet.

She's shy about admitting her feelings for you at first, but she'll learn the best way to say it without being too direct and scaring you off.

Coco basically being your cupid.

Mallory would hand you little presents from time to time, and when she noticed you had a bad day, she would do anything to cheer you up.

Very cute scenes of jealousy would happen even before she confessed her feelings.

Just like Misty, she would use her knowledge of the Seven Wonders and other powers to impress you.

And maybe, combined with her angelic beauty, it would work.

"I love you, (Y\N). More than a friend. More than I've loved anyone in my entire life."

Marie Laveau

Marie is tough and keeps everything a big mystery.

But she wouldn't be initially surprised to be in love with you no matter what.

I mean, she doesn't have to worry about love lives anymore after she supposedly got the woman she once ruined with her romances.

Without Delphine, Marie would become someone much more open and secure about her feelings.

And she would let you figure it out for yourself what was going on, though, because she was still afraid to express herself out loud.

She would make a point of keeping you safe from her enemies.

And I think Marie would be the perfect companion to learn how to survive in an increasingly cruel and evil world.

After all, three centuries of existence had to indicate something, right?

"The thing is, I think you're hot, (Y\N), and what do we do now?"

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is the smol bean we all deserve.

If it happened before the accident and before he was magically turned into a frankenstein, he would do anything to get at you in the best possible way.

But if it happened before, he would probably also be brave enough to take the first step and surprise you with the most infamous pick up lines.

If it happened later, Kyle would be afraid to scare you with brutality as an enemy.

But he would be surprised when he realized that the love he felt for you kept him from hurting you in any way.

Small gestures that would show how much he loves you, secretly, without having to use words.

Kyle would still remember a little bit of his life before the accident, so as time went on, he would become frustrated with not being able to talk to you about how he felt.

And I think he would make an effort to learn to speak again if it meant that it would bring you closer.

"I. Love. You. (Y\N)."

#lgbt #romance #headcannons #ahs x reader #american horror story #american horror story coven #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #fiona goode x reader #zoe benson x reader #madison montgomery x reader #misty day x reader #nan x reader #queenie x reader #myrtle snow x reader #mallory x reader #marie laveau x reader #kyle spencer x reader #don't know if this is accurate but anyway

[hatelangdon]

Fever

Pt 1, Pt 2 / 3k words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Hurt/comfort, & fluff, Slight angst (it's just me rambling about Kyle's mistreatment from the Coven)

(🚨 Warnings: Talks of Fever, Being sick, Vomiting (not in detail), seperation anxiety, Crying, Zoe and Madison being terrible caregivers so neglect, problems with eating and drinking🚨)

Summary: Kyle doesn't feel good, he hasn't for a while...but what he needs now is kindness, understanding, and care from someone who actually wants the best for him.

(A/N: We all just want Kyle to feel better, he's so sweet. You could honestly just read this one by itself, but if you want more lore I would look into the last 2 parts...I definitely got carried away so I understand if ya'll don't feel like reading all this but I TOLD YALL I LOVE WHUMP but Misty is back and Kyle is wearing silly straw glasses so how mad could you be? I would highly recommend that you listen to this song near the end of the story , it adds a layer of sentiment that I can't even describe. I hope you have all enjoyed this little series as much as i've enjoyed writing it <3)

Also, this is not proofread so there's probably errors, ya'll know the drill by now.

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When you returned with the broom and dustpan to clean the glass up, Kyle was laying in the bed twirling the ring around his pinky. He was so enamored by its beauty that he barely even noticed when you came back, until you started to sweep the glass off the floor.

He realized your presence and perked up, watching you with big eyes.

“H-help?” He started sitting up, but you gently pushed him back down onto the pillows.

"I got it Kyle. You need to rest, and I don't want you to accidentally step on something" You assured him.

Cordelia had taught him how to sweep since he basically became the coven’s butler after Zoe and Madison decided to bring him back from the dead. This always raised ethical concerns in your mind because…why would they do that?  

Kyle must’ve had dreams of his own, he was in college, he had friends that cared about him, he had a life that he wanted to live. Now he was unable to communicate and in constant pain from the terrible stitch job that Madison and Zoe had used to put him back together. His body never felt like his own, and thats because it wasn't...fully; They had decided to stitch Kyle back together using the body parts of his fellow frat brothers, which caused a lot of issues for both his mental and physical health.

It was all wrong. He was wrongfully killed in a bus crash, by Madison's hand and then he was brought back to be Zoe and Madison's personal toy & used as "the help"

Bringing someone back from the dead after you killed them, just so you could have sex and make them clean your house and serve you drinks didn't seem morally correct or fair. Those two had played “build a boyfriend” with Kyle’s life and didn't even take care of him properly.

Kyle never once took his eyes off of you while you swept, he had always admired how pretty you were and how warm your heart was.

After all of the glass was cleaned up and disposed of, you sat on the side of the bed, gently taking your ring from Kyle's hand and putting it back on your finger

"I told you I would be back" you stroked his hand with your thumb, and he gave you a gentle, sleepy, smile.

“P-p-pretty” Kyle blinked at you, still smiling

“yeah, it is a pretty ring isn't it? I can get you one like it, would you like that Kyle?"

He took a minute, allowing himself to fully decipher your words, before nodding and placing a gentle hand on your cheek 

“Y-you pretty.” He blinked hard, and nodded again to insure you knew what he was talking about.

You felt your face heat up and your heart flutter like it housed a butterfly garden,

“thank you Kyle. You are very kind.”

Your words only made his smile bigger.

You had moved yourself to the side of the bed, your back resting on the wall. Kyle balled himself next to you, resting his head on your lap.

You rubbed the side of his head with your thumb to let him know that you were with him, even as he slept. You could feel that he still had a fever....in fact he was burning up. Luckily, he was being taken care of and resting, maybe that was all that he needed.

Kyle only slept for an hour before all hell broke loose

You had stayed where you were, you didn't mind since Kyle was resting peacefully on your lap and no one really noticed that you hadn't come out of your room, it was still pretty early in the day.

You just sat there watching tv on your phone. Kyle had started to stir in your lap, his eyebrows furrowed like he was uncomfortable. He curled in on himself tighter, practically hugging his knees to his chest.  

You ran your nails down his spine, hoping to comfort him a bit. His eyes suddenly opened and he sat up, looking panicked and tapping his chest desperately trying to convey something to you.

Your eyes widened, you were just as confused as he was

“Um- what's wrong? Are you choking?” You were very unsure “is it your stitches???”

Kyle’s eyes were tearing up and he started turning red, as he continued to try and show you what was wrong with him by patting his chest. He started gagging and you realized what the issue was, quickly. 

“NO! NO! KYLE PLEASE DO NOT THROW UP ON MY BED” You practically sprung 4 feet off the bed and tackled the trashcan by your desk, luckily there was a bag in it. You rushed it over and put it in front of him. 

“You’re okay Kyle, just let it up” you rubbed his back gently, as he dry heaved over the bin, sobbing. He didn’t understand why this was happening to him, why his stomach hurt so much, and why his throat burned. The muscle tension from him being bent over and heaving caused his stitches to pull on his skin, which made his experience much more painful.

You hated to see him this way, you didn’t think it would get this bad but he was clearly much sicker than you had anticipated, the sound of him being sick and his desperate cries broke your heart, but all you could do was stay there with him and talk him through it. 

“I know it hurts Ky, I know. Just keep breathing. It’ll be over soon.” You pressed your lips to the back of his neck, rubbing on his shoulders. 

You could tell he was finished when the heaving stopped and he was just crying with his head in the bin.

You took it away from him with your eyes closed tying up the bag, you’d deal with it later. 

Kyle was back lying on the bed, curled up in fetal position while his body shook with sobs. He was exhausted and everything hurt.

“Ky, I know you don’t feel good. I’m sorry.” You were gentle with him, squeezing his hand “I’m gonna get you something to drink okay? You need to hydrate. It’ll help your throat.” you tried to sound encouraging, but he didn’t seem to care at all. 

He turned to you, sniffling while his eyes still pooled with tears and his nose blushed in bright hue of strawberry rouge, he held his hand out expectantly.

You looked around confused at first, until you realized that he was eyeing your ring. He had remembered.

You smiled, and pushed it into his palm, closing his fingers around it and kissing the back of his hand.

You made your way down to the kitchen to get some water from the brita, you used some old water bottle you got from a school event, it was best to give Kyle a drink with a lid, because he was prone to suddenly jerking his body. You came back upstairs, where Kyle was staring at the wall completely worn out.

“I’m back, ky”

He just hummed, his eyes closed to keep the light out. You had noticed Kyle didn't like to drink water that much, he didn’t really know why he needed to, so Zoe and Madison would just give him Diet Coke and apple juice all day to keep him quiet. This was a habit you could have fixed, but you didn't feel like arguing and Kyle needed fluids and electrolytes in him immediately. 

You opened your nightstand, You kept cherry flavored liquid iv in your top drawer because you were also prone to forgetting to hydrate. You poured the powder in, shaking it up so it would be dissolved.

You kneeled next to the bed, running your hands through Kyle’s hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Here Kyle, sip it. I made it sweet for you, it’ll help you feel a bit better” 

He nodded, sipping on the water bottle, he liked it enough to take it from your hands and try to drink from it himself, it took him 10 seconds before accidentally squirting himself in the face, flinching

"Careful, Kyle" you took it from him, and he grunted. 

You looked around your room for a better straw for him to sip on, your eyes landed on your desk. You had a pair of those silly straw glasses, from your little cousin's birthday party. You looked between the glasses and Kyle's wet face and knew exactly what he needed. 

You grabbed them and tapped Kyle on the shoulder so he would look up at you.

“I’m gonna put these on you, alright?”

Kyle was intrigued by the tubing, but he recognized that they were also glasses of some kind and allowed you to put them behind his ears.

You were careful putting the straw back into the cup, making sure he would be able to actually drink it. 

“Okay Ky, these are very special glasses,” you showed him the part of the straw that went into his mouth and he just stared at you, tilting his head in confusion “You’re just gonna drink from it like a regular straw.” 

You helped him put it in between his lips and he did as he was told, sucking on it like a normal straw. When he realized that the liquid was circling his eyes and coming all the way around the glasses, he immediately gave you a giddy smile thinking it was the coolest thing in the world.

He suddenly latched onto your waist from where you stood in front of him, hugging you close. His head rested on your chest while he happily sipped on his water. This took you by surprise, but all you did was pat his blonde head and return the favor by wrapping your arms around his back, giggling at the unanticipated declaration of love.

“Y/n care Kyle?” He took the straw out of his mouth, lifting his head to look you in the eyes.

You nodded, giving him a smile. You had never felt so much love and admiration for someone in such a little amount of time.

“Yes Kyle, I care about you very much. I will always value you and make sure you’re treated well from now on.”

He smiled, and went back to sipping his drink through his silly little glasses, still holding onto you.

All you wanted to do was keep him safe and comfortable in your arms but you still had other things to attend to, like breakfast for both of you…well brunch.

“Kyle,” You were careful with your movements as you wriggled your way out of his grip, you watched his entire face drop as he reached out for you once again wondering why you suddenly didn’t want to cuddle him. It took every ounce of your strength to not jump right back into the bed and hold him.

“I gotta make us some food, are you hungry?” You put your hands on the sides of his face.

“Hungry.” He repeated, nodding.

“Okay, I’m gonna make you something. Do you know what you want?” 

“Mac n cheese.”

“Alright, I’ll make you some Mac and cheese.” You made your way to the door and Kyle tried to follow, holding his water and looking at you like a lost puppy. 

“Ky, you can’t come. You’re sick honey.” You guided him back to the bed 

“Cold. B-bored.” He whined, trying to pull you into the bed with him. If he wasn’t sick he probably would have been able to. 

“No Kyle, I gotta go. I’ll only be gone a little while.” 

That’s when the tears started, he was exhausted and these past couple of days had been really difficult for him. He felt like you weren’t listening to him, like you didn’t care.

“Oh no no no, Kyle please don’t cry my angel,” You sat with him, wiping his tears away “I know you don’t feel good and you want me to hold you, I promise I will come back. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I would never lie to you Ky.” 

He sniffled, he didn’t get it 100%, words always got fuzzy in his mind but as he studied your face, he realized the sincerity in your eyes. 

“I think it will help if I make the room comfy for you, hm?” You got up and closed your black out curtains which helped take some strain off of Kyle’s eyes and dull his headache, you had twinkling fairy lights that added some warmth to the room. 

Kyle looked around, seeing the change in scenery and almost instantly he felt calmer.

Autumn had just begun, Kyle always loved the change of the seasons, but autumn was his favorite. It was so cozy and pretty.

You set up your laptop on a pillow near him, turning on the first episode of “over the garden wall” and covering him back up with your weighted blanket.

He suddenly felt relieved of all the tension left in his body.

“Is this better?” You rubbed the bottom of his back and he nodded, sipping away on his drink.

He was so entranced by the show, that you were able to slip out without saying another word.

You went down into the kitchen where you were graced by the presence of Misty dancing to Fleetwood Mac and twirling around in her flowy clothes 

“Good morning, darlin!” She took your hand and twirled you, “Can I interest you in some French toast? I think I made too much batter.” 

Misty was by far your favorite sister in the coven, she was so kind and sympathetic, especially towards the vulnerable creatures of the world.

“oh Misty, you know that I love your French toast, but I gotta make a mac & cheese cup for Kyle so I’m probably gonna eat one too.” You tried to make your way over to the pantry, but Misty pulled you back towards her playfully. 

“no, you both can eat my French toast it's better for ya,  and I'll even put some strawberries and cream on top to sweeten the deal.”

You happily obliged and sat on one of the bar stools in front of the stove watching Misty do her thing.

“What’re you doing with Kyle, where’s Madison?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Well there was some conflict between the two of them so I decided it would be best if they took a pause- and Kyle is pretty sick, so I told him I’d take care of him.” While it wasn't technically a lie, it also wasn't the truth but you couldn't tell Misty that you had froze Madison in time and kept her in her room for the past 2 days. 

“Aw that’s too bad, why didn’t you tell me the poor angel was sick? I made some elderberry gummies a couple of days ago.” She flipped the toast in the pan, “They do wonders for the immune system, we're coming up on cold and flu season. I'm gonna get ya’ll some, I'll be right back!” she skipped off to her room her golden locks bouncing behind her, “if you smell something burning, just take the pan off the heat!”

She came back with a mason jar, filled with dark purple star shaped gummies,

“these will help him get better faster, but you should probably take some too.”

You nodded, giving her a big smile  “Thanks Misty, you're the kindest person I know.”

“Awww, you don't have to say that. I try to help out where I can. I've seen you do the same, don't think that big heart of yours goes unnoticed.” She gave you a wink as she plated up French toast for both Kyle and You.

“I’ll cut his up,” She grabbed a butter knife from the drawer, cutting the toast in tiny square pieces, “Now, you go take this up and make sure that boy is taken care of!” She handed both plates off to you and turned her little radio up louder, quietly humming the lyrics to herself while she cooked.

“You could be my silver spring Blue-green colors flashin' I would be your only dream Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin"

The music followed along as you made your way back up the spiral staircase, opening the door to your bedroom to see Kyle resting peacefully with his cheek smushed against your pillow, his eyes sleepily taking in the calm scenes of the show. 

“Ky, Misty made us some French toast” you sing-songed. 

He turned to you eyebrows furrowed. That wasn't what he asked for., you noticed his confused expression and took a seat on the bed right next to him.

“I know it's not what you asked for, but did you wanna try?” You asked encouragingly.

He could smell it, and he liked the smell, so he was willing to try. He opened his mouth for you to feed him and you stabbed a piece with your fork, placing it in.

He chewed it up, it was very sweet so he liked it and showed you by opening his mouth for another piece. If he wasn't sick, you wouldn't have babied him so much, but you could still feel the warmth of fever on his skin so you needed to coddle him for just a little bit more.

and after a few minutes and what felt like magic you had managed to feed Kyle and yourself with no mess, you placed your dishes on your desk you would worry about them later. 

Kyle had felt much better, but he still wanted you all to himself.

“Y/n done?” He perked his head up and looked at you with his big puppy eyes,

“Yes Kyle, I’m all done with everything” You came right over and grabbed his hand, which caused him to smile, shyly.

“L-lay with Kyle..and-and watch p-p-pumpkin?” He pointed to the show, wanting you to enjoy it as much as he did even though you were the one who introduced it.

“Of course, Ky.”

And with that, you wrapped your body right around his, holding him close to your chest. Your fingers intertwined as both of your faces were illuminated by the warm orange lighting of the show. You didn’t know what to call your relationship, you didn’t know if Zoe would ever return, and you didn’t know if you would ever unfreeze Madison by your own will…but you did know one thing, You would love Kyle forever and no one else would ever be able to hurt him as long as there was breath in your body. 

#american horror story #ahs coven #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #evan peters #franken kyle #tate langdon #kyle spencer #whump #whumpee #sickfic #hurt/comfort #american horror story coven #american horror murder house #ahs fanfic #evan peters x reader

[marchtomydrums]

Lesson Learned

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Ally Mayfair x Reader (mother/ daughter)

“Come on y/n just do it!” Maddison shouts at you getting impatient.

“Chill Mads if she doesn't want to do it she doesn't have to,” Queenie says.

Zoe nods as she looks at you “Don't do it y/n those things are bad for you anyways.”

Maddison rolls her eyes “You guys are such babies. It's fine. All of the older girls smoke. “

“So you do what everyone else does?” Queenie snips back.

“I'm sorry who is the cool one in this group?” Maddison asked.

“Not you!” Queenie says.

The three girls go into a frenzy of arguing back and forth as you held the rolled-up cigarette in between your fingers. It couldn't be that bad you thought to yourself.

You placed the cigarette in between your lips and you lit the end watching the first clouds of smoke roll out.

It really was like a smoke signal making all of the girls go quiet and look toward you.

Maddison smirked “Finally someone with some balls. Now inhale.” she says.

You did as she said breathing in deeply feeling the smoke fill up your lungs and blowing it out quickly.

You choke on the smoke getting caught in your chest causing you to cough loudly.

“Jesus this is awful,” you said coughing in between your words.

“You’ll get used to it,” Madison shrugs as she inhales smoothly and blows out rings of smoke toward Zoe.

“Y/n Y/M/n what on earth are you doing?!” you hear a voice shout behind you.

“Oh shit,” Queenie whispers.

You slowly turned around finding brown eyes glaring at you.

“Ally...I”

“Do you know how dangerous these things are? What they can do to your health?” she asked snatching the cigarette from you and putting it out.

“Give it to me Madison and the rest of whatever you have,” she says holding her hand out.

“You're not my mother. “ the blonde chuckles.

“She's not. But I am your supreme and I'm telling you to hand it over. Now.” Cordelia says walking up behind you.

Madison rolls her eyes as she hands over the pack she got this morning.

“You guys are ridiculous,” she complained.

“Thank you. Now all of you go to your rooms.” Cordelia shouts.

The girls quickly move past the two women heading inside. You tried to hide in the middle of them hoping to escape when you feel a hand on your shoulder pulling you back.

“Not you,” Ally says pulling you towards her.

You sighed as you watched the girls escape to their rooms. It was times like these that you wished you weren't the daughter of the supreme.

“Y/n what were you thinking?” Cordelia asked.

“I'm sorry. Madison said it wasn't a big deal. I was just trying it.”

“You know better than to listen to Madison,” Ally says.

“I know.”

“And you know how I feel about smoking,” Cordelia adds.

“But you let the older girls...”

“The older girls are just that older. They're all old enough to buy them and old enough to make their own choices. It's not a choice that I like but I can't stop them. As long as they follow the rules about keeping it outside and cleaned up that's all I can ask of them.”

“Y/n it's not a habit you want. It's nasty for your health. It makes you smell and it's extremely addicting. “ Ally adds.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled looking down.

“Honey I know it's hard growing up and you're going to want to try things. But some things aren't worth trying. I promise you aren't missing out when it comes to these.” Cordelia says shaking the box of cigarettes.

“I know. It tastes gross and it made me cough really bad. I won't do it again.”

Your mothers smile “Good!” they both say in unison.

“But... We still have to tell Momma and I don't think she's going to let you off so easily,” Cordelia says.

Your eyes grow wide as you shake your head. “No Mom, please. Please don't tell Momma. She will kill me and Madison.”

“You know we don't keep secrets from one another.”

“I know but...please,” you begged as tears pricked your eyes.

“ I’m sorry sweetheart but you know how this works. The three of us don't hide things from one another and we all make decisions together. We will talk to her and go from there.” Cordelia says as she kisses your forehead.

Cordelia walks back into the house leaving you and Ally outside.

“Well get a good look at me Al. I’ll be dead soon.” you cried.

Ally chuckles as she shakes her head pulling you into her arms for a hug.

“Oh sweets you're not going to die. She loves you too much to kill you. Now Madison on the other hand....”

“Ally!”

She laughs “ I'm kidding. We will talk to her sweets okay? But please promise me you won't smoke again. I love you too much to lose you. “

“I promise Al. “

“Good. I love you, sweets,” she says with a smile.

“I love you too.”

“Y/n Y/M/n!!!” you hear your redhead mother scream from inside.

“Ahh man,” you whined.

Ally chuckles as she lops her arm in yours.

“Come on sweets.”

“I'm never listening to Madison again.” you groaned as Ally all but dragged you into the house.

#writing #fiction #television #poly representation #cordelia goode x reader #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs cult #ally mayfair richards #cordelia goode #wilhelmina venable x reader #madison montgomery #zoe benson #queenie

[marchsfreakshow]

My Darling Prince {Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader}

Kyle trusts you, he wants to show you he loves you more than you can imagine. And you love to call him your prince.

Also: barely any plot at all btw. :)

Warnings!: Fem reader, pnv, Oral! Fem receiving, praise kink, lots of praise (my angel needs it) horribly fluffy ending

18+ MINORS DNI!

No one's perspective

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Y/N was laying in bed on her front, reading a Marvel comic. It never interested her, but she felt it was a good distraction while Kyle was out with Cordelia and Zoe. They went out an hour or two ago, so she hoped they would be back soon since Madison could bore Y/N to tears with how annoying she was.

Soon enough though, the door opened and Kyle ran up the stairs and banged his way into his shared room with Y/N. "Y/N!" He grinned, making her turn around and sit up.

"Hey, sweets. How are you?" She smiled back at Kyle, opening her arms so Kyle hugged her close. "Aw angel, tired?" She kissed Kyle's head gently, cuddling him. He nodded and looked up at Y/N.

"Lots of kisses..please." Happily, she agreed, letting Kyle gently places kisses over Y/N's face and making sure they were laid down. The kisses slowly became more heated, but Y/N pulled back fast.

"Sweets, are you okay to carry on? I don't want to make you re-live anything bad."

"Be okay. Carry on." Kyle breathed, placing his hand on her soft face. They both went back to soft kisses before becoming heated again. Hands roamed and the kisses were breathy now. Y/N closed the door quickly as possible before their small moans became louder.

Soon enough the heat made them take off their warm clothes. Tops were pulled off and hair was stuck to their sweaty faces. Same with trousers. Luckily for Kyle, Y/N was still wearing her pyjamas, so they slipped off her body easily and quickly. "Beautiful.." Kyle whispered, admiring every curve and shadow of her body. Y/N heavily blushed, and did the same to Kyle, tracing the parts of Kyle he still hated about himself.

"You're so much more handsome my prince."

"Kyle's princess." They both smiled, catching their breath. Kyle was on top of Y/N, both of them naked and sweaty from the heavy make-out session. "Carry on?" He asked, moving any of Y/N's hair out of her face. And she nodded, placing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, being careful to not accidentally trigger Kyle.

He just smiled and moved himself down, putting Y/N's legs around his own neck, gulping before looking back up at her. "It's okay Kyle, you can do it. I'm proud of you either way." She cooed, petting his head as he nervously started to lick the outside of her pussy. He slowly gained more confidence as he realised how good she tasted. Kyle started at the top, by her clit, going up and down. Which just made Y/N moan more and more. "Fuck I love you, my prince. You're so..so good for me!" She managed to say despite losing breath from how much Kyle was making her moan.

Kyle smiled to himself, looking back up at Y/N who was unable to meet his eyes because of them being rolled back. He felt another wave of confidence, and slowly attempted to focus on the red and throbbing clit, guessing it was the best place to go. However, to keep her as still as possible, he held the underneath of Y/N's thighs, her shaking not helping in the slightest. "Close?" He quietly asked, in a nod was the elicited response. So he went back in, attempting to lick and nibble at every part he could find, hoping it would make Y/N as happy as possible.

"f..fuck Kyle, keep going...there." Breaths were let out from the shaky lady, and Kyle did so. Swiftly after, she grabbed onto a part of Kyle's hair, her orgasm building in her stomach. "Kyle!" She yelled out, unable to control herself, and cummed in one movement. The sweet zombie boy cleaned it up for her with his own tongue still and placed her legs back down on the bed. He waited for her to catch her breath, picking up the glass of water on the bedside table just in case.

"You did so well baby, thank you." She smiled, sitting up slightly and taking the water from Kyle's hands and taking a big swig of it. Y/N soon took Kyle's face in her hands and kissed him again, softer this time, nothing but love with every kiss they gave. "Do you feel okay to keep going?"

"Yes. Can, you stay there?" He gently asked, Y/N moving back down again. She nodded and rubbed Kyle's shoulders slightly. Just as quick as she came, Y/N was back to clinging around Kyle, and this time, he was lining himself up. His eyes were darting between his smiling girlfriend and her swollen pussy. It took him a while, but Y/N put her hand on top of his and helped him put his hard, leaking dick into her. A sharp little noise came from Y/N but she let out a deep breath and leaned up, kissing Kyle's neck.

"You can move prince, it's alright." With that affirmation, Kyle almost put his weight on Y/N, his arms going under her shoulders to keep the connection close. The thrusts started off slow, but everyone made Y/N feel like her soul was being taken out of her. Kyle was able to go so deep even when being slow, which they both preferred.

Sweat gathered on every part of their connected bodies, warmth growing in every part of them. Kyle's grunts and whines were muffled as he stuck his face into the crook of Y/N's neck, and Y/N was not afraid to let everyone know how much Kyle was pleasuring her. The windows and door were closed but you could probably hear it at every part of the house. But Kyle was getting more needy, and he started to get faster unconsciously. "Mmh princess.."

"Go faster prince. You're so...so good." Those words were muttered and occasionally they let out a moan of each other's names. The heat in the room almost fogged up the room, Y/N and Kyle's passion was so much. Because Kyle was going faster, you could hear skin slapping, and his whines filled the room as much as Y/N's moans.

Soon though, Kyle gripped onto Y/N tight and Whispered in her ear, "Can, can I come?"

"Cum with me my good boy." That tipped Kyle over the edge, and suddenly both Y/N and Kyle were cumming together, shakes taking over their bodies. The condensation on the windows cooled, now becoming see-through again, and one window was open to let in cold air. Kyle pulled out of Y/N slowly and moved to sit next to her. "You did so well for me Kyle. I'm so proud of you, and you made me feel so good." Y/N smiled, and Kyle grinned back, almost looking like a happy dog. They shared another kiss before Y/N picked a towel up that was next to the bed, and used it on herself. Once she was decently clean, she used it to get any extra cum off of Kyle's cock, and he shivered every time it was touched because of how sensitive it felt.

They soon lay next to each other, and facing one another with the duvet on top of them. "Very loud." Kyle giggled, holding onto Y/N by her waist. "But happy. Y/N is my princess."

"And Kyle is my prince. My wonderful prince." They giggled for a bit before calming down and cuddling into one another to have a nap.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs coven #american horror story coven #coven #franken kyle x reader #kyle spencer x you #kyle spencer x reader #franken kyle #kyle spencer #evan peters #evan peters x you #evan peters x reader #Smut #long smut #FrankenKyle Smut #kyle spencer smut #x reader fluff #fluff #kyle spencer fluff

[oh-mydarling]

GIRLS' NIGHT

a drunken reader returns home to her lovers

pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word count: 2.2K

warnings: alcohol, vomiting (not explicitly mentioned)

It was a Friday night at the coven and like always, that meant that you witches dispersed across the city. Some of the younger girls headed home for the weekend with their families and the older ones typically hung around, out drinking and clubbing every weekend. 

You weren’t either, really. You didn’t have much of a family to go home to; the coven was your family as far as you were concerned. And as for the drinking, you weren’t a massive fan. Your ideal weekend was spent with your two loves in the quiet of the New Orleans mansion, reading and napping the stressful week away. 

The three of you did have an agreement that while you all wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment together, it was good to have space and do things separately. After all, it made it all the more rewarding when you came back to each other after a day apart and got to relish in each others’ presence. 

So, on this occasion, you were getting ready to head out with Madison and Zoe. You were perched at the vanity, adding the finishing touches to your makeup while Billie lay sprawled on the bed, watching you intently in the mirror. She was still dressed from work, letting you have the bathroom before she showered and changed for the evening, but her feet were up in the air with her little pink slippers on, softening her appearance.

Delia was elsewhere in the coven, pottering around and preparing to close down for the night. There were a few young witches whose weekend plans had fallen through, and she had organised a movie night for them which she would be attending; right now, she was pouring popcorn into bowls and arranging snack platters for the girls. She felt awful that their weekends hadn’t gone to plan, and so she was eager to make them happy. 

“You look perfect, angel” Billie drawled out, coming up behind you to give you a kiss on the cheek, “I wish I was coming so I could look at you across the bar,” she smirked, winking at you in the mirror. You laughed, blushing at her affection, “I wish you were coming too, Bill.” 

“You’re gonna have a lovely time, baby, I’m excited for you!” 

You laughed, “Not as lovely as you! A cute movie night with the little ones,” you teased, getting up from your chair to meet the other girls downstairs. 

“Oh ha ha,” she laughed sarcastically, following you down the stairs into the kitchen to say bye to Delia. 

Your supreme looked up from where she was working in the kitchen, giving you a soft smile and holding out an arm to bring you in, “you look beautiful sweetheart,” she smiled, kissing your temple, “thank you Delia!” You smiled, excited to go out after their compliments raised your ego. 

“Look at our girl, do a twirl y/n!” Billie said, clapping her hands excitedly as you twirled for them, laughing lightly at their silliness. 

“Now I have to go, they’re waiting for me!” You laughed, trying to escape them after they had captured you in their arms, covering you with kisses. 

Your heels clicked down the hallway, running towards the girls as they waited for you by the door, Madison rolling her eyes at the three of you. 

“Let’s go, y/n!” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

You arrived at the bar and sat down at a corner table, sending a quick text to your girlfriends to let them know you arrived. Madison had gone to the bar to get you a drink, and you already regretted allowing her to choose your beverage, knowing she would likely be getting you whatever she thought would get you drunk the fastest. 

Zoe was at the bar with her, ordering herself what you predicted to be a vodka coke, her usual drink of choice. 

When they both returned, you got straight into the gossip, Madison giving you the gory details of her latest endeavours with her co-stars and Zoe gushing about Kyle. They always gave you the opportunity to chat about your relationship, but for some reason you never really wanted to. It felt weird to discuss the intimate details of your love life with the other witches, knowing you would be exposing their supreme, although she would’t have minded, of course. 

You hadn’t really been keeping an eye on your drink; once you had had a few, you became so engrossed in conversation and telling your friends how much you loved them that you didn’t quite realise how often Madi made a trip to the bar to refill your drink. You didn’t even question it when when she mixed up the choice, preferring to mix alcohols instead of keeping you to one. 

Some would perhaps call it a friendly sabotage, but you knew she just wanted you to let loose for one. And let loose you did. After getting kicked out of the bar for refusing to stop dancing on the table, the other girls had finally admitted defeat and decided they had better walk you home.

Back at the coven, none of the witches had really heard your approach, all too engrossed in the movie they were watching, although Billie would definitely deny that later. 

They didn’t hear you stumble into the gates, trying and failing to push them open, nor did they hear you laughing your way up the front steps and struggling with your key in the lock while Madison rolled her eyes. 

They did, however, hear you run into the lounge where the movie was playing, flicking on the lights and gaining the attention of every witch in the room. 

Their heads whipped round at you stood in the doorway with a goofy smile, Cordelia frowning at you confusedly while Billie smirked. 

“Hello everybody,” you grinned, “I love you all!” You shouted, making Billie snort.

The younger girls giggled, looking nervously at each other; this wasn’t what they had predicted for movie night, that was for sure. 

Cordelia hopped up from her seat snuggled with the girls, ushering you out of the room while everyone burst into a fit of giggles, ‘okay, lets go and get you some water,” she mumbled, shooting a glare at Zoe and Madison. 

Billie followed shortly after, switching the light back off to continue the movie while she wandered into the kitchen where you now were. 

You had climbed up onto a chair of the kitchen table, arms in the air and swaying slightly while singing very badly. Poor Cordelia was fretting, holding onto the bottom of your skirt to keep you stable and trying to coax you down from the chair, while simultaneously scolding Zoe and Madison for being so irresponsible with you. 

Bille sauntered in and leant against the doorway with her arms crossed, smirking at you. When you caught sight of her, you shrieked, pointing towards her, “my billie! There’s my silly billie!” You laughed hysterically, making her chuckle while Cordelia sighed, having now let you go so she could rub her temples in stress. 

Billie came towards you, certain she would have more success than Cordelia in getting you down from the chair because she was laughing along with you, “well hello baby,” she laughed, “it looks like you had a nice time!” 

She had her hands on your waist, looking up at you with the sweetest smile. 

You were laughing, head thrown back and glowing under the light of the kitchen, and Bille swore her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t often you let yourself relax this much, and not only was it hilarious, but it warmed her through to know that you were enjoying yourself and felt safe enough to let your hair down. 

“Billie, get her down,” Cordelia mumbled from where she stood against the kitchen counter, watching nervously in case you slipped. 

“It’s okay Delia,” the medium smiled over at her, offering reassurance that she had you, you wouldn’t fall. 

Zoe and Madison had skulked out of the kitchen, not wanting to be blamed for your silly behaviour, and so just the three of you remained in the kitchen now while the other witches supervised the remainders of movie night with the youngest girls. 

“Baby, why don’t you come down and we can go to bed?” Cordelia asked, approaching you and holding out a hand next to Billie, which you quickly accepted, mistaking her tone for flirting, “ooh bed time, don’t mind if I do,” you leapt down and wiggled your eyebrows, causing Billie to snort once again, absolutely loving this side of you. 

You pressed your lips sloppily against the supreme’s mouth, and she entertained you, despite the taste of alcohol that coated your tongue. 

Billie cleared her throat next to you, “I hope you’re not forgetting me, babydoll,” she winked, causing you to pull away from Cordelia and plant your lips on hers next, giggling into the kiss. 

You stopped suddenly, growing serious as you stared between them both, “I want fries.” You stated, not wavering in the slightest. 

Cordelia laughed lightly, heading to the freezer to take them out and put them in the oven, “coming right up!” 

“Thanks mommy!” You grinned cheekily, plopping yourself down on the kitchen chair you were once stood on. 

“Oh Jesus,” Cordelia mumbled, while Billie lost her shit, cackling in a way you hadn’t heard for quite some time, which then had you doubled over laughing at her. 

“What am I gonna do with you!” Delia laughed, coming over to sit next to you. 

After lots of giggles and lots of nonsense from you, your fries were finally ready and Billie plated them up for you, handing them over with a wry smile. 

You decided to skip the table and walked off down the hallway with your plate, leaving both women stood confusedly in your wake, frozen in stupor given the events of the evening. 

You had been craving this since you had arrived at the bar; in fact, the drunk food was half the reason you decided to go in the first place, and you just couldn’t wait to take a bite. What you hadn’t considered, though, was the temperature of the food straight out of the oven, and you promptly yelped upon munching a fry and dropped the plate in shock. 

The two blondes looked at each other, confused, before silently agreeing to venture out and find the source of the clatter. The sight that they found was definitely not one they anticipated; you were sat on the floor in a heap, plate of fries in front of you, crying silently. When you saw the two women approach, you started wailing, “my fries! My fries!” 

Billie was laughing, which made you even more emotional in your drunken state, so Cordelia shot her a glare and sat down next to you, “no baby, don’t worry! They’re okay, see? They’re still on the plate! You can still eat them!” 

And with that permission, you didn’t even wait to pick the plate up, instead dining on the fries that now sat on the floor and laughing to yourself at how funny it all was. 

Suddenly you stopped munching. Mouth freezing while still half full of food, and you looked up at Cordelia worried. She knew instantly what was about to happen and she dragged you up to stand, “ooookay, let’s go to the bathroom, let’s go!” 

She escorted you hurriedly up the stairs and into the ensuite where you prompted to empty your stomach of your floor fries. Cordelia held your hair back and rubbed circles on your back while Billie was still downstairs, prepping to deal with the inevitable hangover that awaited you. 

She filled a jug of water, grabbed a salty snack for your morning cravings, and gathered up all the painkillers she could find; Cordelia would know which ones were best for you. 

When she entered the bedroom, she could hear you and your girlfriend talking quietly,  and after setting the items down she followed the sound into the bathroom, where she found you laying on the tile floor complaining to Delia about how you would never go out again. 

“Poor baby,” Billie cooed, sitting down on the floor so she could stroke your hair. Delia was perched on the side of the bath, watching you carefully in case you needed to throw up again. 

When you did muster up enough energy to move, they helped steady you as you walked out of the bathroom towards your bed, where you sat up against the pillows watching them move around the room, preparing themselves for an evening of sleep. 

Cordelia wore silk pyjamas, applying moisturiser in the vanity and brushing her hair. Billie was gathering up her clothes, putting her heels back in the wardrobe, and brushing her teeth at the same time. 

You sat silently, watching them both and incredibly grateful that they were the people you got to come home to. 

Eventually, they made their way into bed with you, nestling you between them so they could keep an eye on you overnight. Cordelia handed you water she had poured from the jug and Billie stroke your hair, coaxing you to sleep; she knew you were always wired when you came home drunk, but she also knew how grateful you would be for a good night of sleep. 

The next morning, the sun cracked through the window in the gap Cordelia had left in the curtains, and it felt to you as though it had penetrated your skull. Your head was pounding and the room was spinning, but at least you had your two loves to hold you still. 

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