Hi, I just discovered you and you're an excellent writer. I noticed Myrtle Snow is blank and she's my fixation with AHS Coven. Could I request her with the prompts 17 "why are we hiding?" & 22 "you're here with me"?
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Honestly, anon, thanks for the request and I'm so glad that you enjoyed my writing, I appreciate this so so so much, thank you!
Myrtle is one of my favorite characters as well, and I was so excited to write something about her.
Okay, so, this is actually a funny oneshot, so, hope you don't mind!
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17. "why are we hiding?" 22. "you're here with me."
Something was wrong and you knew it.
For this reason, you called on one of the most knowledgeable witches of the Robichaux Academy clan to help you unravel the mysteries behind the Supreme's plans, Fiona Goode.
But Myrtle was very confused by your behavior and, despite her innate cleverness, most of the time, she forgot about the pleasures of a teenager in listening to conversations behind the door.
"Why are we hiding, exactly?", she asked, her voice very low as you tried to spy on Fiona talking to Marie Laveau. You were strategically under her bed - your idea, of course - and you expected to hear everything on that one expedition.
"Isn't it obvious? I don't want that crazy woman to find me. She has a voodoo queen on her side, we can't just jump into the middle of the conversation like it's nothing!"
Myrtle rolled her eyes. "Why do I have the feeling this isn't going to work, (Y\N)?"
"Because you're paranoid and you've probably never done this in your life," you replied, trying to keep your voice to a whisper. "Come on, Myrtle, have some fun!"
"For your information, humble young lady, I'm having fun," she whispered. "But it's because I know Fiona and know that she has no limits that I'm sure we're either going to end up screwed, or we're going to end up screwed."
It was your turn to roll your eyes. You laughed and continued spying, poking your head slightly out of the sheet under the bed and turning to Myrtle afterward. "You're here with me, there's no way it can go wrong."
"I don't know if that was supposed to sound romantic or not, my dear, but it didn't work."
You scoffed. "Shut up, Myrtle! Do you want us to be found out? Also, if everything goes well, I promise I'll buy you an ice cream of your choice, okay?"
If there was one thing Myrtle didn't need to know, it was that you had a crush on her. First, it was an embarrassing thing, which you prayed that you would wake up the next morning regretting, precisely because you knew that many obvious factors prevented you from being together. And like, all your colleagues who knew you had a crush on the Council witch were on your case because of it, making fun of the situation. It was embarrassing enough that you wanted to find a spell that would turn you into an ostrich, only to stick your head in the ground and never come out again.
And of course, a less rational part of you insisted that the spying situation was just an omen for you and Myrtle to spend some time together without you needing to confess to her.
Regardless of what it was, it was embarrassing all the same.
"Are you paying attention, (Y\N)?", Myrtle brought you out of your reverie. "Fiona just said she feels ready to reveal her big plan to Miss Laveau."
You squinted your eyes and strained your ears to try to hear. And, as you expected, the revelation of Fiona's dirty plans was anything but peaceful: eliminating the clan one by one, to keep her in power. Eliminate the weakest ones, to bring her magic back. So that she could sell her soul and guarantee eternal life as Supreme.
"Oh no, but that's too much! That's enough!"
You realized too late that Myrtle had gone a little overboard and ruined your plans - your plans, to be more precise, because she only really helped with the execution.
"Myrtle, no!"
You didn't even have time to formulate a plan B. When you least expected it, Fiona's hands discovered you from under the bed and she had that horrible look on her face that reminded you of a very poisonous snake.
"Ah, but look what we have here…", she muttered, turning to Marie only to laugh in disdain. "… two curious rats sticking their noses where they weren't called!"
"Fiona, we…"
"No, no explanations, (Y\N), I've seen enough. Out, you two! Now!"
You came out from under the bed like lightning, pulling Myrtle's hand with you quickly, but just in time to see Fiona and her staring at each other as if they were going to hit each other at any moment. As soon as you passed, Fiona locked the bedroom door, using magic.
"I told you it wouldn't work!" Myrtle scolded, stamping her feet.
"Huh, and who said it didn't work? We discovered the witch's plan, now we just need to stop her."
"That was very immature of you, (Y\N). Definitely immature!"
You thought it was funny that she tried to seem really mad at you, even though you knew it was all just typical Myrtle Snow theater.
“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t love that!”, you laughed. "Come on, the plan worked, or at least half of it worked. But our ice cream is still standing, right?"
"As long as it's not an infamous attempt or a plan of yours to ask me out, (Y\N), yes, it's still standing."
You laughed again, biting your cheek to hide your smile. It definitely wasn't a plan to ask her out…
