i need more of the black family actually being a family. not necessarily a healthy one but a family. walburga taking sirius & regulus out shopping. orion teaching the kids astronomy and what stars they were all named after in his study. reg & narcissa reading books together. bellatrix hexing sirius after he made fun of narcissa. regulus, sirius & andromeda sneaking upstairs with their food during a family dinner and listening to music together. yknow
I love the fact that the headcanon of the Blacks being uncanny and creepy, makes 100% sense in canon.
They're described as beautiful with sharp jawlines, pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes, and many being tall with "elegant structure." They're these gorgeous people, and hold themselves to a standard of being this Wizarding World Royalty.
However, they're fucked up at the same time. They have the crazy eyes. It's a coin toss on if they're insane or just severely traumatized; regardless of which, you get this weird feeling around them, because you know something is wrong.
They all look alike, too much a like; there's not enough genes in the pool to make them look too different after all. They look normal alone, but when you put them all together, this uncanny valley feeling settles in when you look at them all enough. Cousins looks like they could be siblings, children are nearly identical to their parents. No one looks the age you expect, everyone is either younger or older than you thought, because no one really looks.. right.
They have a ton of money, power, and connections, so if you look at them wrong for too long, something could happen to you. Just the power alone makes many fear them, but along with the unnerving appearance, being around them must have been complicated for many people.
They're also intelligent, raised with the finest tutors and access to ancient knowledge many could only dream of. If they can't spook you with looks or power, they can outsmart you and plot your downfall with magic alone, no connections involved.
It was an eerie night in London. The usually busy streets lay strangely empty.
Children were hurried indoors by their mothers, and vendors shuttered their stalls earlier than expected.
Perhaps even the Muggles sensed the weight of this night—the night that held such significance for the Ancient House of Black.
In contrast to the silence outside, Grimmauld Place was alive with anticipation. Every relative and trusted acquaintance of the Black family stood gathered in hushed expectation outside a single room.
The room where Walburga Black, matriarch of the House of Black, laboured to bring forth the next heir. The heir who would lead the new generation of House Black to glory .
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"Ahhhhhhh!"
Lady Walburga screamed as the pain of another contraction wracked her body, echoing through the shadowed chamber.
"Breathe, my lady," urged the midwife, her voice steady but urgent. "The head is crowning—push now, with everything you have!"
"I cannot endure this! Take the babe—take it out, now!" Walburga shrieked, her voice breaking as another wave of pain seized her, echoing off the chamber's dark stone walls. The lady sounds full of desepration and fatigue as she was in the labour for the past 8 hours .
While the matriarch struggled within the birthing chamber, a similar unrest gripped those gathered outside. The entire House of Black, along with its closest confidants, waited in tense silence for the arrival of the new heir.
Lord Orion Black, current head of the House, paced the corridor with visible distress etched upon his face. Each anguished cry of his wife-cousin cut through him like a blade, deepening his worry. Torn between fear for his beloved and hope for the child, he whispered silent prayers to Hecate, Goddess of Magic, beseeching her to spare them both.
"All shall be well, cousin. My sister is forged of iron, a fighter from her very first breath—and so too shall your child be. Remember this: tonight, our noble House claims its heir.
Cygnus Black , younger brother to Lady Walburga comforted his brother in law. After seeing the births of his three daughters , the Lord knows the difficulty women must endure in labour.
"I hope so, cousin. The labour is taking its toll on your sister, and I do not know how much more she can endure," said Orion Black, his voice heavy with worry.
" Nothing will happen to Walburga , Orion . Walburga is strong. She was born of our bloodline. Do not let doubt consume you—she will endure. " Druella Black nee Rosier ensured her brother in law.
Before anyone could say anything , A cry pierced the air.
Not Walburga's strained wail, but the thin, sharp cry of new life. The sound carried through the corridor like a spell, freezing every Black in place. For a heartbeat, no one breathed.
And then the door creaked open. The midwife stepped into view, her robes damp with sweat, her face pale but triumphant. In her arms she carried a swaddled bundle, from which the shrill cries continued.
"The heir of the House of Black has been born," she announced.
A ripple passed through the gathered kin—relief, pride, and the cold weight of expectation all in one.
Orion exhaled deeply, as though a chain had been lifted from his chest. His lips moved in silent thanks—to Hecate, to fate, to whatever powers still watched over the Ancient House of Black.
The cries of the newborn filled the corridor, high and piercing. Every Black present leaned forward, anticipation heavy in the air.
Orion's eyes locked upon the swaddled bundle. His lips trembled as he asked, "Well? My child?"
The midwife lowered her gaze briefly before answering, "A girl, my lord. A strong, healthy girl."
For a moment, silence hung like a curse. The gathered kin exchanged glances— some surprised, others unreadable.
Orion froze, his face a storm of relief and conflict. His wife lived. The child lived. And yet...
Cygnus broke the silence, stepping forward with a voice that carried authority.
"Then so be it. A daughter of the House of Black. Mark this night well—for whether son or daughter, the blood of our line runs strong. She is our heir."
The weight of his words settled over the family. Cassiopeia Black, Maternal Aunt to Lord Orion, inclined her head in cold approval, while others whispered their approval .
Orion drew a steadying breath and looked upon the child at last. The tiny girl's cry filled the hall again—fragile yet defiant, as though she already knew the weight of the name she bore.
As though aware she was the center of attention, the newborn heiress opened her eyes.
A collective gasp echoed through the chamber. The child's eyes—deep, dark, and unsettlingly vivid—seemed almost to pierce the souls of those who looked upon her. Whispers rippled among the gathered kin.
"She... she is extraordinary," muttered Druella, her voice tinged with awe and apprehension.
" Yes... She is "
Orion's breath caught in his chest. Even in her tiny form, the babe radiated the legacy of their ancient line—the weight of the House of Black resting in her gaze alone.
"Where is Walburga? Is she well?" Orion Black's voice trembled slightly as the thought of his wife—who had endured so much to bring their child into the world—finally returned to him.
Around him, others seemed momentarily to forget the matriarch, their attention utterly captured by the newborn heiress. The newborn's presence commanded the room, her tiny form radiating a legacy so potent that even the venerable members of the House of Black were drawn into awe and reverence.
Yet her name had not been decided. That honor belonged solely to Walburga, who now rested within the chamber, exhausted but unyielding. All waited, silently acknowledging that the child's true identity—the name she would carry as heir—would not be spoken until her mother decreed it.
" Her Ladyship was taken to be washed to get rid of fatigue. But she is now ready to see her babe , My Lord " The midwife informed him.
The chamber door creaked open, and Walburga's pale, sweat-dampened form was supported by her attendants.
Her dark hair clung to her face, but her eyes burned with the same fierce strength that had defined the House of Black for generations.
Orion moved swiftly to her side, kneeling. "You have delivered her safely, my love. She is... extraordinary."
Walburga's lips curved into a faint, proud smile. She lifted her gaze to the newborn heiress, now alert and observing the gathered kin with an intensity that belied her tiny form.
After a long, tense silence, Walburga spoke, her voice both fragile and commanding:
"From this night forward, she shall bear the name that will carry our House into its next age. She shall be... Siria Orion Black."
The name Siria is whispered in hushed tones among the ancient lines of the House of Black. It is said to carry the essence of Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky, whose light guides even in the deepest darkness. To bear this name is to be marked by destiny—a child who will illuminate the House of Black with her power, cunning, and resilience.
A collective hush fell over the chamber. Even the elders, usually impervious to sentiment, felt a shiver of awe. The name resonated—strong, dark, and luminous all at once, as though the stars themselves had whispered it into existence.
Orion bent closer, pressing a hand to his forehead, overwhelmed by relief and reverence. Pollux and Cassiopeia exchanged solemn glances, recognizing that the child before them was no ordinary heir.
Siria Black had been named, and with that name came destiny—power, legacy, and the shadowed promise of the House of Black itself.
The newborn stirred, her gaze meeting her mother's. It was as though she already understood her name, her bloodline, and the weight of all that she would inherit.
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Author's note : I told before it would be a long wait , but even I didnt it would take this long to start a story. However , I will make sure to update with a week. Don't forget to vote , guys.
So...maybe an unpopular headcanon. But Walburga Black (and Orion) did not hate their sons.
They didn't even hate Sirius.
And Sirius did not hate them.
Maybe years down the road, yes.
But growing up? Starting school? They loved each other.
Sirius did not climb onto that train, first year, hating his mother and father.
Walburga, I firmly believe, LOVED her sons. And it was messy and confusing and emotionally traumatizing in the end. But she loved them. And she tried. And it wasn't enough, obviously, because look at how it turned out. But she loved them.
She was a mother. She was their mother. She held them and rocked them to sleep as babies. She likely breastfed them. She held their little hand on her finger while she tried to help them walk. She held out her hands for them to let go of the couch and take their first steps into her arms. She tickled them as toddlers until they laughed so hard they couldn't breathe. She put them to bed and tucked them in. She kissed them goodnight and maybe even comforted them after their nightmares. She sat at the dinner table with them while they talked her ear off. She let them be her little shadows, following her through the house and asking 'why' every two minutes. She taught them how to ride a broom or maybe employed her husband to teach them if she didn't ride. She let them stand at the counter on a stool beside her and watch as she mixed together potions. She helped them comb their hair and she taught them how to properly pick clothes and dress themselves.
And yes, she was maybe a little bit toxic. But that's just another certain kind of love, isn't it? Love is messy and there's a lot of different forms of it. She was imperfect. She was a parent. She was trying. She had a set of values she thought were right. And she drilled them into their heads.
And when her first son went off to school and got something else drilled into his head? She was mad. She still loved him. But she was mad. And it went downhill. And it spiraled and spiraled and spiraled until, finally, we reach the relationship we see in OotP. Hatred. Absolute disgust. Because they are so far from each other now.
And THAT is why, not just Sirius and Walburga, but those four Blacks as a whole are tragic. Because they DID love each other. And it wasn't enough to overcome the differences and find the common ground and meet in the middle and accept each other and change their views.
Summary: You were invited to the party at Collinwood. You weren't expecting the family's biggest enemy to show up, especially not looking so hot.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: smut, tipsy!reader, sub!reader, dom!angelique, fingering, face riding, eating out, mentions of alcohol consumption, age gap (i guess?), Reader doesn't know Angie is actually Angelique and a centuries old witch
Sitting on a sofa at Collinwood, you stare at the band in awe. The last time this family held any sort of social gathering was at least a century ago. And now, with the arrival of distant cousin Barnabas, they really managed to get out of that deep pit of bankruptcy quite quickly.
It's a pretty sweet setting though. Sitting with a cup of booze, watching a free concert of some random band you don't know, surrounded by neatly dressed people. It's not that bad. Maybe a bit too much of a crowd for your taste, but-
Your eyes are left wide as a blonde walks into the room.
'I didn't know Angie was invited...' you thought, staring at the woman in awe. That dress, just tight enough to show off her every curve, the sparkling red making her stand out. Damn, she was hot.
It remains a mistery, whether this was a conscious decision or the choice of the alcohol, but you leave your cup on the table and get up, approaching the beauty as she makes her way through the crowd.
She didn't notice you until you tapped her shoulder, but to that she immediately turned around, almost angrily. Though she definitely calmed down once she saw it was just you.
"Oh. It's just you. I didn't think you would be here. What do you need?" Said Angie. Fuck, that accent.
"You look really hot in that dress." You responded, the alcohol definitely controlling your every move now. You'd never be this brave to approach someone, let alone the most beautiful woman in town. To you, most beautiful, that is.
Angie raises her eyebrows in slight surprise, humming in question. "Mm? That so, luv?" Her lips tug into the slightest smirk, definitely relishing in the compliment. "Well, thank you. But I'm afraid I have to go now. There's someone waiting for me."
"Wait-!" You grab her shoulder right as she's about to turn around. She does turn back to you, looking a little confused. Well? What's the plan now, hun?
It's okay, I'll anwser that. You blurt out an awkward little "Stay with me for a while longer. Please?" You're almost embarrassed by that. Though, the desperation and intoxication definitely overpowers that.
Angie looks you over like you're asking for something surreal. Like it's so strange to want to spend more time with your dad's boss. But, from the look in her eyes, she doesn't seem all too opposed to the idea.
She places her hand over the one you're holding onto her with, intertwining your fingers. "Oh, really? I'm.. flattered. You wish to spend time with me, dearie?" You merely nod, not knowing how she'll react. I wouldn't call Angie unpredictable, but this surely is a situation you can expect almost anything of.
"And what do you wish to do, lovely? Enjoy the performance, or perhaps chat a little?" She asked, squeezing your hand in hopes of bringing you back to reality. It worked. Somewhat.
'Well.. I mean, I want something a little more than chatting, but.. okay.' You thought, unsure of how to voice these thoughts. But you didn't need to think for long, as your fingers slipped from hers, sliding down her shoulder, over the smooth skin above her collarbone, and down to her chest.
The rational part of yourself was internally screaming. Yes, Angie was attractive, but to go this far? She's the most influential person in Collinsport!
But despite that, she really didn't seem to mind. She chuckled, grabbing onto your wrist and slowly pulling your hand away. Though she holds onto it, rubbing circles around your wrist bone. "Maybe not here, dear."
She stares into your eyes in contemplation, giving you a sickly sweet smile once she's made up her mind. "I suppose Barnabas can wait a little." She decided, as she abruptly stops rubbing your wrist and grabs your hand instead.
You get pulled along with her, leaving the crowded drawing room. Making your way down the halls, into an empty bedroom. It clearly hasn't been used in quite a while, with the furniture having collected a bit of dust.
Getting your wrist free from her grasp, you crawl up onto the bed. The sight was quite enticing for Angie, as she immediately climbed on top of you, laying her chin on your chest.
"You like me that much, huh?" She comments, staring up at you with a mischievous smile. Not even giving you a chance to respond, Angie slides her hand in your dress and starts caressing her way up your leg, stopping and kneading your thighs a little. Not too harshly, but not making an effort to be gentle.
"You're so prettyyy.." you drag the words out, staring into her eyes in a haze. At first, the rational part of you was extremely concerned. But now, laying here in bed with the hot blonde, you're starting to think this might not be all that bad.
"Aww, thank you, sweetheart. You're also quite beautiful, laid out under me." She says, looking down at you as best as she can. She seems to get an idea, as she stops massaging your flesh, and slides her hand up your thigh, just barely grazing your core with the tip of her finger.
You gasp, presenting a quiet, shaky whimper at the touch. If you weren't wet already, you're surely soaking now. Based on your reaction, she pulls your panties aside, and starts slowly circling your clit in a teasing motion.
"Oh- Angiee.." you gasp, shuddering in pleasure. It might not be right, but this surely is what you want at the moment. You arch your back as she rubs more aggressively at your bundle of nerve endings.
She hushes you with a kiss, deep and passionate, practically smashing your lips against eachother. She slides her finger lower and slips it inside you, almost shocked at how tight you are.
Angie pulls back from the kiss, and you whimper. She whispers against your lips, surprisingly gentle. "You okay, doll?" She asks, and you nod with a little mewl.
"You're really tight, darling." She pushes a second finger inside your small canal, stretching you just right. You gasp and moan, whining her name with a shaky voice.
You grab tightly onto the bed, the sheets scrunching up under your fingers as she pumps her digits into you with a cruel pace. There's nothing else on your mind at the moment, just Angie.
All you can do is pant and moan as she works the most sensitive part of your insides, both of you lost in sensations. Angie pulls your top a little lower and lifts your breast out of your bra, dipping down to lick her way along it until she reaches your nipple.
She takes the bud into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, drawing delicious whimpers from your lips. She licks and nips at your breast while angling her fingers to reach deeper inside your wetness.
You moan her name repeatedly, unable to say anything else at the moment. She curls her fingers, making your eyes widen.
She pulls her head back from your breast, letting go of the soft skin with a quiet pop. "You're taking it well, little girl. Definitely not a virgin, are you? You're tight, but so wet."
You shake your head quickly, to deny her question. Perhaps not a virgin, but no one else made you feel like this before. Though, Angie hasn't felt anything quite like this in lifetimes, either.
She keeps pumping her fingers into you until you suddenly clench around her, arching your back and pressing your hips into the mattress as your legs shake. Angie slows her pace, helping you ride out your high.
"That's it, good girl.. enjoy yourself.." she drawls out, slowly pulling her fingers out of your cunt. She brings her hand up to your mouth and makes you suck her fingers, pushing her digits past your lips so you taste yourself.
Right as you were about to start sucking, she pulls her hand away and climbs higher over you. "You're such a good girl, you wouldn't mind lending a helping hand for me to get off as well, right? Or mouth."
Angie climbs higher, kneeling over your head so you see right up her skirt. She's dripping, her juices basically flowing between her legs. She pulls her dress up over her legs, her thighs keeping it bunched up around her hips.
You stare, quite literally drooling over the sight. You start pleading, begging for her pussy. "Sit on my face Angie, please, I'll lap it all up like a good girl, please sit on my face, please, please-"
Your whining is cut off by her suddenly lowering her cunt onto your mouth, barely leaving you any space to breathe.
All of your senses are clouded by Angie- all you can see is the shimmer of the red sequins of her dress as they cover your eyes, the only thing you can hear is her moans and pants, you can't smell anything but sex, you can only feel her weight on your face, and all you taste is her cunt.
It's fucking perfect. All you've wanted from the second you saw her.
You eagerly slide your tongue through her heat, savoring every drop of her wetness. Angie's surely enjoying it as well, as she starts riding your face, grinding against your tongue as your nose bumps her clit every time she moves.
You tilt your head up as best as you can, coating your chin in her juices as you move to lick at her clit instead. That seems to trigger something, as Angie whimpers loudly, her hips stuttering frantically, hoping for more friction.
She starts whining as you lick faster, eventually sliding a little higher on your face as she squirts into your mouth, moaning loudly. She grips your hair, desperate as she rides out her orgasm while you lick it all up like it's ice cream.
Eventually she crawls off of you, sitting beside you on the bed as she attempts to get herself together, unused to being vulnerable like this. You wipe your chin with the back of your hand, licking your lips in satisfaction.
A smile slowly spreads across Angie's face. "You are.. quite good at this, doll." She leans over and fixes your bra, pulling the hem of your dress back up.
You sigh, staring at the wall in contemplation for a few moments before shifting your eyes back to her, proposing a question. "What would you say about going back out and getting wasted?"
Angie hums, thinking about it for a moment before grinning. "Only if we end up back in here by the end of it."
You smile in agreement, having no worries at all about what's to come.
This was gonna be a long night.
Decided to do some justice for that dress, we definitely didn't see enough of that in the movie. This is the first fic i wrote that actually made it to being posted. Yay! Although there is still much to improve, I tried my best, so any interactions are appreciated <3
"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode): (MAKING A SECOND LIST BECAUSE I'M AT MAX LINKS ON THIS ONE)
Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut
SARAH PAULSON STORIES
AMERICAN HORROR STORY
Billie Dean Howard
Mirror, mirror**
In dusty pink silk**
Where eyes can’t pry our kisses
Addicted to the way we love**
The silver moon loves you as I do
Hurt me once
The Weeping Angel
Don’t ask me what could have been*
Where eyes can’t pry our kisses
An Ocean Away
Love you for a long time (series) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)**, (6), (7)
my racing hands down your hips**
last of the true believers**
you found this, you need this
as long as you are with me, there’s no place i’d rather be
happy new year, my love
you’re my lobster
mind is just as frail as it’s frame, you know i’d leave it alone*(sad ending)
praise me**
make you scream**
corruption**
Lana Winters
love slipped beyond your reaches
i’ll always carry you
Cordelia Goode
Your night with Cordelia
A Winter Surprise, Part 2**
And your touch burns in the light of the morning**
Loving Blind**
Into the light (I’ll hold you)*
Flower’s bleed pink under the setting sun
Sisters under the sun
Hold me into the new dawn
Playing with fire
Guide my shaking hands until they still
you’re my jewel (1), (2)
can the city forgive?
remembering is her favorite pastime
baby, heaven’s in your eyes**
when i fell you were there, with your hands in the air
the morning after nye
make it taste like love**
you make me feel like a teenager in love
You are loved**
drunk in love
you’ll get sick
her reflection**
Bette and Dot Tattler
Sally McKenna
Footsteps leave echoes in the sand*
Greiving for something not lost*
you made your mark on me
Audrey Tindall
so inviting, i almost jump in
i missed you
Ally Mayfair-Richards
Six
The forest is calling and I must go
It comes and goes in waves
friday i’m in love
eyes full of stars
i only want you
I’ll shut you up
Wilhemina Venable
I thought I’d killed you
What a Year
Count**
In sleep and in dreams you are mine
Light shines from within the cracks of gold
I dont know my name (1), (2), (3)*
and all the pieces fall right into place**
i felt forever when i laid upon your chest
i will see you right
the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.
you’re my religion
drawing hearts in the byline
the future isn’t worth its weight in gold (1), (2), (3)
I know that you never sleep
I do care about you
Tuberculosis Karen
Mamie Eisenhower
AMERICAN CRIME STORY
Marcia Clark
Linda Tripp
RUN 2020
Diane Sherman
RATCHED 2020
Mildred Ratched
somewhere between desperate and divine**
OCEAN'S 8
Tammy
STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP
Harriet Hayes
MRS. AMERICA
Alice McCray
GLASS
Ellie Staple
THE GOLDFINCH
Xandra with an X
“Show me”**
CAROL
Abby Gerhard
MULTI CHARACTER
Three’s not a crowd, especially when it’s us (Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)*
i’m burning (Billie dean Howard x reader x Xandra)(1), (2)**
stay awake, wait for me (series) (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode) (1), (2)**, (3), (4)**
the altar is my hips** (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Audrey Tindall)
‘tis the damn season (Ally x Reader x Cordelia)
the pleasure’s all mine (Wilhemina Venable x reader x Mildred ratched
IMPORTANT NOTE: These stories are NOT WRITTEN BY ME. I simply do not have the creativity and skills to write such masterpieces. Credits to their lovely and respective authors! Thank you so much for writing these! <3 PLEASE GO SUPPORT THEM WITH PROVIDED LINKS!
"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode) PART 2:
Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut
SARAH PAULSON STORIES
AMERICAN HORROR STORY
Billie Dean Howard
My Silver Screen, My Misery, My Love, My Defeat
I Had To Know Pain Before I Could Be Comforted*
Tulips And I Bloom In The Spring
Don’t Leave Me Now, You Might Love Me Back (a little bit * and **)
Lana Winters
Cordelia Goode
And So I followed (1), (2)**
Lionheart*, (bonus part)
Betelgeuse Above The Horizon
Fishes
I See the Signs of a Lifetime, You ‘Til I Die*
Moonlit Valkyrie**
You Fill My Head with You* (with a little sparkle of fluff)
tried baptism but it felt like burning*
Bette and Dot Tattler
Sally McKenna
Russian Roulette*
Switchblade (both * and **)
Audrey Tindall
Ally Mayfair-Richards
injured
Collide (vi.: to come together with solid or direct impact)
a million little times*
Wilhemina Venable
What fun! The Apocalypse (1), (2)*, (3)**, (4)*, (5)**, (6)*
At 11:08pm In The Music Room, I Was Saved (1), (2)
Taut**
Bound**, (2)**
Hidden**
Touch**
Hymnist**
I Saw You Trying, My Love*
Get Me To Church, I’ve Done So Many Bad Things It Hurts
Fangs
Red Roses
Butterfly Wings In My Heart
The Night Shadows Watching The Darkness Approaching
And I Failed To Climb The Mountain
You And Me Won’t Be Unhappy
But Tonight - We Were The Lucky Ones
Withstanding All The Time, Changes, & Seasons
These Are The Reasons I Don’t Even Think I’d Quit
To Be Kissed In The Sky*
Wilhemina Came To A Halt
Baby Broke Down In My Bed Again
Ice Cream For Breakfast On A Sunday Morning**
Different Kinds of Falls**
Truce
To Be Heroes
Tuberculosis Karen
Mamie Eisenhower
AMERICAN CRIME STORY
Marcia Clark
Linda Tripp
RUN 2020
Diane Sherman
Bay Window Blues**
RATCHED 2020
Mildred Ratched
Light Shall Smite Her
OCEAN'S 8
Tammy
STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP
Harriet Hayes
MRS. AMERICA
Alice McCray
GLASS
Ellie Staple
THE GOLDFINCH
Xandra with an X
Why would you?**
CAROL
Abby Gerhard
MULTI CHARACTER
Strawberry Blond & Fiery Red (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)**
Let’s Go Party Lookin’ All Sexy (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)
Sup The Wine On Your Tongue (Billie Dean Howard x Sally McKenna x Reader)**
Morituri te salutant (Wilhemina Venable x Reader x Cordelia Goode)*
Wrap Your Love Around Me (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode)
The Touch Burns Like Fire (Miss Venable x Reader x Diane Sherman)**
A very Unprofessional Game Changer (Audrey Tindall x Reader x Diane Sherman)
FANFICTION COLLECTIONS
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Pick Your Poison (18+)
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It was hard, being some of the smartest people in the world. You were one of three siblings, Jeff and Mutt being your older brothers. You were all very smart, practically geniuses, and one day, you decided to make your own company. Jeff programmed computers. Mutt manufactured the could make the most lifelike features or flesh-like animatronics you'd ever seen. You came up with new uses, ideas, programs, and upgrades. Your first long-term project had been the helping hand. Aiding with simple hygiene or applying makeup, it all started somewhere.
You started the company, the Helping Hand in the techiest lab you owned. You owned a fully paid off, hatchback van with enough space for the prototype to be manufactured.
Rising up the totem pole, there were basic steps to begin a company. Jeff took care of the patents and you went to search for a third person who could manage you three. You put an ad in the newspapers and put it out into the world that a rising company needed its first dedicated staff ready to take a leap. It was the most mind-numbing two weeks of your life. Everyone with big plans of being famous was ready and eager to use the up and coming company as a mere stepping stone. Then came a respectable eggplant. She was older than you three, which made you wonder why she would waste her time with a new job in a new company. She was tall and ginger and a came thudded alongside her pace.
You felt her presence long before you acknowledged it.
Brilliant red hair shone beneath the florescence of the hotel conference room you'd reserved. She was carefully groomed and dressed very well. The cane she used was an antique and very expensive. You were impressed overall, and wondering why a creature as exquisite as her wanted a job at a robotics company. Especially one not yet off the ground. She had a perfectly stoic expression as she approached, but she allowed it to soften once immediately in front of you. Once she understood you were the interviewer, she held out her hand. "Good afternoon, Ms. Pfister. I'm Wilhemina Venable."
You remembered booking this appointment, having the phone call with the Mistress of Enunciation. "You're here for the assistant position?"
That's when you learned to never assume anyone doesn't smile. because this hardened and expressionless hard-ass lookalike broke character and smiled in a way that might boil the oceans. "That was the plan," she teased.
You gestured to the seat across from your chair. The ginger met you on your level, still holding her cane. "Do you care about robots?" you asked first.
"I like order. Rules, programs, if you will." You could tell as she spoke that she was very passionate about precisely what she said. She even preened a bit under the attention.
"Do you have any experience as an assistant? Secretary?" you interrogated. As far as you could see, Ms. Venable was overqualified for this job. While you didn't doubt she was more than capable of assisting three masters, that was not a stressor you wanted to give this particular woman.
"Yes, both. I assure you, you will find no one more capable or personally motivated or willing to help you be your best version this company can be."
You capped your pen and leaned back, just looking her over. She didn't seem like a spy brought to steal your and your brothers' designs, but that was rather the point of spies, you knew. They were meant to be disarming and unknown. And this woman was very disarming, but with her confidence and majorly because you very much wanted to hire her. However, you knew better than to let your emotions get involved in a professional decision. "Why do you want to be an assistant, besides the generous pay?" Part of you hoped she wanted to be part of the future, another thought she wanted to get as close to the top as she could, your heart lied and said she couldn't walk away once laying eyes on you.
This was the first time insecurity encroached onto her perfect features. She adjusted her hold on her cane and straightened her posture. "I don't need money," Wilhemina admitted, not proudly though hardly ashamed. "I need..." Her knuckles went white from how hard she was holding her cane. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed said pride. Obviously, she didn't like vulnerability, even as she opened up. Her molten chocolate eyes seared you suddenly. "I need something to do. I need a purpose, a connection."
What a charmed life to combat the burden of her disability. You stared at her in awe. To suffer like so and still chose to show up to something most had to do was a true rarity. "Why would you trust our purpose. You never know. Our animatronics may destroy the world."
That prospect didn't even phase the woman. "No worse than humans will," she retorted with no uncertainty.
You leaned toward her. "We may take advantage of you."
A confident smirk slid its was back into its rightful place. Wilhemina tilted her head, making you feel like every spotlight in creation was on you. "I am a grown woman who can said 'no' or 'I resign'."
An amused smiled cracked your professional mask next. "When can you start?" As you had been asking questions the entire interview, it seemed fitting to end it likewise.
*
You worked out of the van and your shared basement still for months. Ms. Venable had been trying to get you all in a real office where you could build a real lab from day one. She turned out to be a lovely addition to the group. Older than you three, she'd become something of a mother figure, purely in the caretaking position. She made you all eat, hired a cleaner when necessary, made you all go to sleep at three in the morning. She managed everything, letting you three work in peace to somehow merge all of your ideas and plans.
And once you all did have permanent lodging, it really took off. The machine itself was done in no time. Jeff had it programmed with your directions and it went off to sale. Mutt wanted to move onto the next project. You and Jeff wanted to fine-tune and expand on your first miracle. Mutt started making body-parts; you came up with more uses for the hand; Jeff corrected the connected chips to learn the updates when they were programmed to. You came up with new uses for the new body parts, eventually spelling out how to code an entire robot to act like a whole person. The key: not to tell the robot they're fake. The AI programs self-destructed.
It was already a lot and with the ball rolling, it all just snowballed. It didn't help that you took on extra work. It took the form of you getting back up at 6 to go to the office and picking up new skills. You had no social life. Wilhemina sympathized. However that was not an excuse for neglecting your health. You were so into your computer you didn't hear the third sound or the footsteps they accompanied. You were pulled from the technological world by a hand on your shoulder. You still only glanced up at your assistant clad in purple. Back focused on the screen, you continued to read, faintly remembering to dismiss the woman. "Have a good evening, Ms. Venable."
Almond brown eyes stared down at you pityingly. She felt a slave to her fondness for you. Even though you were her boss, Wilhemina did not have the same level of complex emotions for your brothers. But the boys pissed their way through life. They followed whims and did as they pleased. They screwed anyone that would consent and dressed to show their priorities. You were a professional, always, and your brothers didn't deserve you. "We've known each other long enough, or I hope we have, that you might call me Wilhemina."
Your eyes fell as hers had, but you sought out her hands. The one usually occupied by her cane was now picking at the wood of the handle; her other clenched into a fist. Ms. V was usually poor with emotions, but this was clearly her attempt to put herself out there with you and she was so good at it she had requested additional duties. So far, you saw no reason not to. Softening as you looked up at the venerable Venable, she who took care of everything and was offering more, you offered her the same privilege.
Wilhemina immediately took advantage, smiling as her lips shaped your first name.
*
Having an assistant who seemingly had no limits felt like a stroke of luck Kineros didn't deserve. You were going about your work when the servant to three masters - always migrating unless you three were together - appeared. She jumped at the sight of you, coming to walk with you. You had to slow down for this to be allowed. If Wilhemina's file hadn't explained her scoliosis, you'd swear her calm pace was another clever trick to slow you down. Speaking to you about your appointments for the day, the assistant let your presence ground her. She had to be what you needed, and always felt she could for you.
And it was a good thing she was as you hadn't been informed before about your lunch with Benjamin Daria, a PR representative. And the workers that Kineros had had to take on for manufacturing purposes were asking questions and making demands. They weren't unusual requests, but it was all a little much for you. "Alright. I'll have to stop by the house before lunch. Would you please clear my evening and put out an ad for an HR executive."
"Your blue cocktail gown is in your office, it already is, and you don't need another employee in this building," the purple clad woman expertly batted back at you.
You rubbed your forehead. "Thank you and thank you. But our worker ants want what they earn."
The ginger stared you down. She frowned in discomfort more than displeasure at you. You were being a good CEO, responsible with your underlings. She knew how difficult it had been for you to find her. And now you were going through the whole nerve-wracking experience again and you had to trust your people skills, an impossible task for you. As much as Mina wanted to take care of this for you, only CEOs and HR personnel performed interviews. "I'll be the Head of HR. We won't have that many employees in the building anyway; I can keep track of all of them and maintain my current duties.Let's keep it in-house while we can," she insisted in a stroke of genius.
You were very stunned likewise, surprised she referred to herself as in-house, not that you disagreed. It would be nice to not have to worry about the Human Resources department, and you wouldn't need much staff. "Do you have the experience or the know-how?" you felt compelled to ask. That must've been a mistake based on the evil stare she pinned you with. Even with all the fondness the assistant had for you, she would not stand for you doubting her. As the first non-Pfister in the biz, Wilhemina had surely proven herself. It was a rude awakening to discover even you were not without bounds as far as Ms. Venable went. "Ookay.... Thank you, Ms. Venable. Would you like to go to lunch with me?"
Ms. Venable's head popped up. She looked so proud, felt so important. "With Mr. Daria?" she reminded.
You winced and squeezed your eyes shut. "Oh! ...shit. No, he'll put his hand somewhere and I'll have to shoot the bastard. Dinner?" you offered.
It was a mix of feelings. She was disappointed you didn't want her at the important meeting, happy you were protecting her, stunned you'd shoot someone for her, and excited at the personal turn your relationship was taking. Wilhemina glowed on the inside. "Only if you leave the blue dress on," she teased. She adored how you reacted when Mina tested boundaries. You reacted just as surprisingly, either with a blush or an implication of your own. This time, you just smiled and returned to your work. She frowned at the non-response. You extended the invite as you occasionally did, but couldn't muster much else socially. Securing her cane in her dominant hand, the redhead held your shoulder. "Is everything alright at home?" Mina usually knew everything regarding the triplets, but they did have their Pfisters alone time as they all lived together. Something could have happened.
And it must've as you tried to assure her, "Of course" but your voice broke and you covered your face, ducking into an adjacent room. You faced the wall directly, trying to hide from Mina, and the world. But the ginger followed you into the supply room. She didn't even wrinkle her nose at the smell, so occupied with the broken expression you were holding back, hiding it even from the wall. "I'm sorry. You can- You can go, Miss- Ms.-" Your voice fractures again, on the last word. You wiped your face with the back of your hand.
Mina seized your shoulder again and turned you to her quite forcefully. You had no chance to fight her grip, ending up in a hug you really needed. The tall woman kept a good hold on your back as you wept into her neck. This was new to Mina. Much like the redhead, you didn't show your vulnerabilities. In the two years Mina had worked for you, she'd never seen you hesitate. You batted comments in a more polite manner than Mina, unknowingly encouraging the woman to be more vicious to those who had but had not earned your mercy, but you were just as efficient. Even in the face of being screamed at, you'd held together and responded scathingly to ward off a select few words.
Wilhemina was steadfast and there for you the entire time. And once the stream of tears stopped and you embarrassingly tried to hide, she didn't let you. Taking you by the shoulders, the secretary led you to a more appropriate room and sat you down. Sitting across from you, it was Mina's turn to perform an interview. "What happened?" It was a simple question and you knew what she wanted, but it made everything worse.
You went to slump against your knees, but your shoulder was caught again. Your special friend held you up; she scolded your name. You made yourself stand, aware she couldn't support you for long. You wept once, clenching your throat to stop the rest.. "Jeff and Mutt. They-" You broke with another sob, holding your hands over your face.
They what?" Mina asked, suddenly very concerned for her job's security. Of course, you wouldn't let her go, but Ms. Venable still felt out of the loop. She tugged at your wrists, trying to dislodge your manual mask until she decided to move beside you. Despite the better leverage, the woman decided to take the softer route and ran her fingers over the backs of your hands. "Darling," she called temptingly. "What did the boys do?"
One last sob escaped your chest. You unhid your face and met Mina's eyes. "Cocaine," you answered, finally, hoarsely. "And they're not stopping."
Those big cow eyes weren't quite as horrified as you were, but she understood your reaction. You truly were a good sister, always worrying after the boys. Mina's sure fingers sunk into your skin, dragging soothing across your scalp.
You continued your weeping against her. "How could I let this happen?" Wilhemina shook her head, but you plowed over the top of her would-be argument. "I have taken care of us our entire lives. Not only did I let that woman destroy them, give them that poison, but I didn't even notice the symptoms. I'm the worst sister in the world." You shook your head, entirely lost amongst your insecurities.
Firm, unyielding fingers dug into your bicep, slowly pulling you up from your hunched position. "No." There was no doubt, no adoration like usual, and plenty of usual confidence in this word. Her cane fell to the ground and that hand lifted your chin. In that moment, Wilhemina met your eyes and let everything she felt for you, the only boss she'd ever respected and the first woman she'd ever fallen for, out. She took your attention and stole your thoughts. Instead of worrying about your brothers or your company, you thought only of Ms. Venable. A stone-hearted rich assistant who you had treated like a part of the family. You acted like you loved her and that was what made her love you. You treated everyone like they were part of your personal council. How could she not?
*
You weren't just Mina's boss after that day. You were very close. Wilhemina kissed you sometimes, making all of your thoughts fly away. You touched her sometimes in return: holding her hand, hugging her when you saw her stressed, relieving her work load. You weren't as obvious as Mina with your affections, but you'd never rejected hers. To be frank, you'd never denied the woman anything. So when she submitted a formal request to be only your assistant, you weren't surprised and you certainly weren't going to say no. Luckily, you lost the majority rule, but the boys misunderstood the reason. Mina wanted more authority, though, and she sorta got her way. It wasn't enough , though. She was told no. In response, she took you to bed. Years passed and the company grew. The boys made a sinister Blood Oath to Satan and Mina slowly became all you had. Until she resigned.
You found her in her office outside yours and your brothers' office. Many boxes were packed and it was a heartbreaking sight that so many years fit into a few spaces. She would be gone like she never existed. "I know they're assholes," you started.
The redhead shook her head, her back still facing you.
You stumbled forward and caught yourself on the back of the visitor's chair. "You don't have to stay," you insisted. You tried to continue, but all that came out was a blubbering mess.
Mina even turned around to finally respond, but she held back at the sight of your brothers behind you.
"She's right," Mutt vouched for you, though not because he understood your weepy words. "You can't work for a company if the company isn't gong to be there."
"Or most of the planet," Jeff added.
The boys laughed darkly. Mina pretended she was amused. "What are you three talking about?"The boys spilled on the end of the world, but Mina - naturally, as anyone would - didn't believe them. "Are you trying to frighten me?"
"No!" you squeaked, as heartfelt as usual, hurt at her doubt of you, taking another step forward. Unconcerned with the witnesses, you got close enough to take her hands, which you did. "We want... to save you," you promised in a whisper. "Ten fallout shelters have been constructed for the survival of about 200 survivors." You smiled at your love. Whoa; you had yet to say that word to her. "Someone has to run them." The redhead stared at you with all of her attention. She held a hand to her chest; her exact dreams were being presented to her on a silver platter. You nodded. "You can have your pick, develop rules, enforce them how you please. You can be in charge." And you held the platter, as eager as ever to give her what she wanted.
*
You never did cocaine. You hadn't sold your soul. You never used a prostitute. You were a good person. For that, you didn't expect to survive the apocalypse. When the alarms went off, you weren't surprised to see your brothers' guards pull them away. It was a shock when a town-car pulled up to you and got you to safety, in the opposite direction of your brothers. You were flown to California - or what was left - and taken underground. You didn't know if your brothers were alive, if any other plans had gone off as well as your rescue had. You were in a state of shock all the way to the violet-themed bedroom you assumed was your own. You couldn't even cry as you sat on the stone ground at the foot of the bed. You were paralyzed.
Until you heard delicate footsteps followed by a solid thud. You stopped breathing until Mina was in the room with you. You were ecstatic even as the redhead gestured for you to be still. The woman slowly wrapped her arms around you, not realizing how much she missed the simple affections. "I had no idea you were coming until I was informed you were in my room," Mina admitted, sounding about as stunned as you felt. You held her back, missing her more than you could express. She was wearing Victorian clothes, and she was lacking her signature spark. She was dressed in all black, making her look more severe. You missed the purple accent, but her room was still that color. And anyway, you just wanted to look at her. You wanted to use the word. "I didn't think you'd be here."
You kissed Mina. "I didn't sell my soul so I don't get to be with my brothers, I suppose. Such a travesty."
Softening, Wilhemina was not ashamed to admit she brushed your nose with hers. "You have to follow my rules." Like there was ever any doubt of that. "The survivors already here think I'm the member of the Cooperative on grounds."
Your eyes fell to her lips and your nose grazed hers as you lowered your chin. "Then, that's all they need to know. I don't need to be on top. I just need this." Leaning forward, you pressed your lips back to Ms. Venable's, and you were in heaven. The stoic redhead grunted once. You moved along her chin and left wet kisses all down her throat. You lifted one leg to straddle your love, slowly pressuring her to lay down. You hovered over the top of Mina, kissing anywhere you pleased. Unbuttoning her collar, you repeated yourself. "Just this. Just you." You paid close attention to her collarbones, ignoring the direction provided by Mina's fingers in your hair. She controlled everything else; you would be happy to live in this room forever.
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.”
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.
“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.
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