#coven x reader

[drowningyoursorrow]

(THEY LONG TO BE) CLOSE TO YOU

kyle spencer x gn! Reader

You were new to being in the coven and most often kept your distance from the rest, excluding Violet. So when she brings back a zombie-like boy back from wherever he came from, you were appalled. Everyone eventually had to watch over him and his wellbeing like some baby. You stayed away from him, until you couldn't anymore.

!!!: none? W/C: 1.3k

THE WITCHES had something to attend to, and you didn't want to partake, earlier you had to go over the limit with your powers. Still exhausted and worn out, Cordelia decided that it would be best if you rest. You were a bit ashamed of how weak you still were but knew that Cordelia was always right. You were fine with the suggestion, noting that you could practice a bit more in the meantime and look after the place. Zoe suggested that since you weren't going with them, you could look after Kyle.

You didn't steer clear of him out of dislike, you actually felt sorry for him, and he often made you feel sad. But whenever Zoe were to look after him, he would break down and throw a "tantrum" in the most sudden moments. He seemed to be fond of Zoe, and he would still freak out like that, it scared you a bit. Although he was zombie like and wasn't the best talker, he still had indescribable strength to him. In which you feared him because of it, it was ridiculous, but him being like Frankenstein didn't help your case.

But you knew Zoe cared deeply about his own wellbeing, and she was particularly kind to you. So you decided to suck it up and try your best, now wishing you did help look after him. Because when you walked back into the school, he stood before you, and you didn't know what to do. He had a forlorn expression of Zoe leaving, and it did make your heart ache, so you greeted him with a smile. It seemed he wasn't used to you two interacting either, because he returned with a confused look.

He studied your expression, and you did the best you could to make it seem more genuine coming from you. It sufficed, since he held a bigger smile than you, almost as if he was happy you finally spoke to him. "Alright Kyle, let's uh- what do you want to do?" You paused for a moment, realizing that he can't really answer your question, but he was trying. You tensed, not meaning to already frustrate him, and just grabbed his arm and pulled him with you near the doorway.

"Let's go for a walk, yeah?" You turned expectantly to him, and he nodded sheepishly at the question, extending out his arms. You stared at him confused on what the hell he was doing before realizing, he wanted help with his coat. So you delicately put it on him, afraid that he might react a certain way if you were too fast and urgent. You put his mittens on him too, deciding it was too cold out, he stared down at you as you slid them on.

A smile was adorned on his features as he smiled at you, you were already wearing your coat from previously walking out with the rest. You grabbed your own gloved from your pockets, ready to put them back on, before Kyle stopped you. He stared at you as he wore a big grin and took your gloves, he must'e wanted to put them on you like you did with him. It was a sweet gesture, but it would be harder for Kyle since he already had mittens on, and he was just fiddling with them. Trying to make them fit onto your hands, he was trying his best, but it wasn't really working.

So, you used your fingers slightly redirecting them easier into the opening of the gloves, hum erupting from Kyle. They were crumpled on, but Kyle looked prideful as he looked up at you, awaiting your reaction. "Wow, Kyle, you did it even better than I ever could. You did a good job, thank you for helping me." There was sincerity in your tone as you smiled back at him, "W-Welllcomeee." His reply caught you off guard, you're not usually the one to hear him talk, and you smiled even harder as you led him outside.

You knew Cordelia said it would be better if you were to rest, but how he eager he looked to go on a walk made you want to. Your body and mind were sore, but you figured you could hold off long enough until you get back. As you and Kyle strolled aimlessly, you were thankful that he wasn't able to pick up on much of your staggering. Too absorbed with the scenery and views in front of him and all around him. It made you smile and so you just gazed at him as you walked side to side, you created some distance not wanting to bump into him.

You steered him into the direction of a nearby park, neither of you really speaking. Just enjoying the presence of one another. You finally directed your attention away from Kyle and stared forward, the cool breeze settling around you. "It's so beautiful out here, I should go on walks more." You felt Kyle stifle beside you and give you a pout, unsure of what he wanted, "what, no? I shouldn't go on walks?"

He just shook his head, wanting to obviously say something, but couldn't really muster up the words to do so. Instead, he just took your hand beside him and walked closer alongside you, you were confused now. You two were close now, walking together, "You want us, to go on walks more? Together?" "Yeeess, too....to-togethhherr." You both looked at each other, you nodded at his words as you both giggled alongside each other.

You remembered the proximity of you two, since he got his point across, you separated yourself from him once more. Not wanting to make anything awkward for the both of you, but Kyle snapped his head at you. He was pouting again and tried reaching for your hand again, "are you still cold? Here, you can wear my gloves underneath your mittens." You were beginning to take off your gloves before he stopped you and shook his head, slowly encasing your hands with his. He peered up at you, wanting to know if you understood what he wanted, and you did, you just gave him a small smile.

Confused and unsure of the moment that you two were sharing, you assumed that this would comfort him. So you squeezed his hand to reassure him, and he sheepishly smiled at you before continuing on walking. Although you never really spoke to Kyle, you understood why Zoe cared so deeply for him. Although he was a grown man, he had that sense of wonder in him that disappears in people when they get older. You could see the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you once more, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

He was so beautiful and throughout your guy's stroll, you acknowledged the amount of times Kyle refrained from lashing out. Instead, he looked deeply into your eyes and relaxed, he was trying not to freak you out, as if he knew why you avoided him. You felt your stomach do something and instead of hesitance and fear as you walked with Kyle. It turned into comfort and relaxation, you let him walk side by side with you and let him be right at your hip. Kyle was smiling incredibly hard as he looked back at you, seeming grateful that you finally let him in.

Neither of you needed to speak and just held each other's hands tighter, not knowing why you both found relief in another. Suddenly you felt hot, very hot, and your skin itched uncomfortably. You felt your legs begin to give out as your breath quickened, your body was beginning to feel incredibly painful. And your steps began to falter, Kyle only turned to you, hearing yelling, before you fell and everything turned black. You should've listened to Cordelia, she was always right.

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- Title is a song that pre-death Kyle would listen to unironically when he's in love - Part two, maybe if I'm feeling romantic - I love Kyle, he's so adorable - Mildly proofread

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Our Tribe (Misty Day)

You were 21 when you first died. You had the ability to help plants grow and, when your parents found out, they tied you up and left you in the woods. That night, you were scared to death, somehow scared off all the animals, thank God. But the low temperature sunk into your skin. You were dead but fully intact. That's how she found you. 

You woke up warm and naked and in a bed with Stevie Nicks playing somewhere behind you. Slowly sitting up, you held the blanket to conceal your modesty. You looked around the very small cottage. How could you tell it was small from a single room? Well, because everything was in this room and there were two doors to outside. You searched for any semblance of your clothes, but no luck. With no other choice, you stood with only a duvet as cover. You made for the dresser you could see, but a blonde stepped into the shack. 

She was very pretty with long, blonde curly hair and very loose clothes. "Ooh!" she huffed once seeing you up and moving. "You shouldn't be outta bed," she tried to scold. Rushing to you, the young woman took your biceps. "You only died a few hours ago. Let your body catch up. It's been through a lot."

You weren't the obedient sort, especially, around strangers. But the hippie in a short dress was stubborn too, and strong, you noted as she brought you back to the bed. You weren't entirely uncooperative, mostly out of it. 

"Good girl," the hippie cooed, grabbing your ankles to prop you all the way up. "Hope you don't mind sharin'. It's my bed, after all." She smiled at you, all heart and kinda kooky like her. "I'm Misty." She held out a hand.

You were hesitant, but you shook her hand and gave your name. 

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. I was shocked to see such a prize all alone. You were frozen solid which is weird cuz it doesn't get that cold in one night, certainly not in Louisiana."

You swallowed, and thought. Why would you need to swallow if you didn't know? Did you do something bad? "I was... tired. Of hiding. Of fighting. I wanted to be done."

Misty's face wrinkled. She hated that for you. Taking your hands, the hippie vowed, "You never have to be done again. We can look out for each other. I died too. I never bothered to hide so they all saw how I was different. How different I am. They tied me up and set me on fire."

You stared, aghast any would dare to harm a young woman so innocent and kind. You wondered if the Salem Witch trials worked the same way. 

"And, well. You don't have anywhere to go. You could stay."

You stared before a faint smile spread across your features. "Thank you," you bade. 

Misty gave you a relieved smile. "Oh!" she squeaked, unable to express her many feelings in words. She was glad of the solution to her loneliness. More than that, Misty could tell you were a kindred spirit. "Good. But you have to sleep now."

You just about pouted, trying to drag the blankets back, but the blonde was strong and she glared at you with the same ferocity with which she held the covers over you 

"Stop that now," Misty commanded sternly. 

The pained discomfort didn't leave your face. Rather, you turned away from your rescuer. If this was the result, you'd rather not be resurrected. You didn't like helplessness or needing help. You didn't want to stay still or lie down. 

The blonde pulled a sympathetic stare and climbed into the bed - her bed - to lay beside you. Taking you into her arms, the kind woman empathized. "Oh, darlin'. It's not for long. Just until you're well again. It shouldn't be any time at all. You know, when I was healing you, I could feel you fightin' to come back. You're just as strong as me." While Misty didn't consider her resurrection her strength, she knew it made her stand out. She didn't know it yet but you stood out too and your strength wasn't the only thing you shared. 

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She was right. You hardly needed more than a day before you were back to full strength. You overestimated yourself when Misty had gone who knew where. She wasn't around and you had to pee. You tried to lug yourself to the toilet, but the weakness won and next came the humiliation. Misty gave you a bath, ignored your tears, comforting you once you'd allow her to. She apologized for being gone when you needed her and you fell asleep, looking at one another as you shared a bed. 

Now, you sat on the wood planks enclosing her garden, plucking only what could be consumed. The blonde witch was so busy with her radio, she failed to notice the rest of her garden entering full bloom. It was only when she went to start watering that she paused. You noticed none of this, eyes glued to the Nicks impersonator. "Hey, now. How did this happen?"

You didn't have an answer, not one that you understood. Not 20 minutes later, you were traversing the lawn, returning to the shack and Misty saw her answer. As you walked, blades of grass and flowers sprouted 6 inches from where your foot planted. She didn't say anything as she didn't know if you knew. But if anyone knew about mysterious abilities, it was her. And she knew better than most experienced witches how not understanding your power can make it so much better. Over the weeks of your co-habitation, Misty saw how none of the plants died in her garden, any picked grew back that same day, and really everything in the area was more pure. Misty felt so complete with you, like pieces of a puzzle. 

You came to a very similar conclusion. There was very little to do in the swamp besides talking to one another, hunting herbs or hunters, and caring for the grounds. You slept in the same bed each night, chasing away the chill and the nightmares. Each morning, you woke, ate, then went to the garden. You two had much more you could do since there was so much less time between harvests. You enjoyed the variety of plants, as well as experimenting for what they did. 

You stopped in the middle of weeding when you saw a particular design on petals. "Where did you get those?" you asked Misty of the purple flower. 

The curly blonde leveled out the pitcher she used to water the garden. With her broad hat shielding her face, Misty turned to face you. "Out in the swamp."

It seemed like a simple answer, but you knew that species only grew in dry climates. Ironic that it clots blood really well. You didn't say anything else, for what did you really know? Misty could resurrect the dead and you could restore a clipped herb, grow vines from nothing. 

Someone else knew. This girl knew all about Misty and her power. Resurgence she called it. She didn't have a word for yours, but she said that just meant you had flown under the coven's radar. But she had needs and desires and favors to ask. Misty fixed her boyfriend the night she first kissed you. You walked together to help and treat all illnesses not strictly fatal. 

Your herbs and combined medical knowledge made you a force to be reckoned with. And your emotions made your bond unbreakable. You often spoke your secret truths in bed but Kyle was using it so you refused to. Misty didn't see the problem at first. When she better understood men and their basic natures, she rejoined you. You slept under the stars with the promise of a clear night. Wrapped in each others' arms, you only had to whisper. "Ever heard of Conservation of Energy?" you asked against her collarbone. 

Misty silently shook her head. 

"Says nothing's truly gone and nothing comes from nothing." You yawned. "Been thinkin'." That statement gave your girlfriend chills, but you kept going, easing those insecurities without even trying. "That girl... She said you bring the dead back . It sounds impossible, but too simple. You can't just put someone back where nothing is. And the plants. You don't bring them back, but they change, evolve. They're developing new capabilities each generation. That's not me. So I think you just... change things. You keep them going you know?"

She didn't. Not really. Your philosophical babblings always confused the blonde, but she was happy to listen. "Are you gonna change?"

You smiled despite your shut eyes. Your face smushed against nature's pillow, slowly melting into her beneath you. "Everyone changes. Even you. It's evolution. But love stays love." You index tiredly tapped her chest. 

It warmed Mist's heart and excited her. You said the 'L' word. She'd truly found her tribe. In a quick move, she ducked down and pressed her lips to your limp ones. Your eyes fought to open and you met her surprised gaze, puckering back. 

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A what what now?

I know I’m the angst queen, but hear me out : @stopkillinglilyrabe​ gave me this idea for a fic, and I just had to write it. This doesn’t even have angst in it, just a bunch of smut…

Y'all should pray for me, I’m writing this during reli class….

Summary: Reader is a former student in Miss Robichaux’s, having graduated years ago, and moved out to pursue her future. Upon moving back to the area, she and Cordelia start a fuck buddy relationship. Cordelia is lonely, and the reader needs specific magical things she can’t provide herself- such as flowers, plants, herbs, etc… Sex with your former crush in exchange for ingredients. Can’t be that bad? Right? Unless one of you catches feelings…

Warnings : Smut, sex as “payment”

Words : 1224

A/n: You’re a famous witch author in this one, age isn’t really defined, but younger than Delia. I see this happening after Delia became supreme, but still before the school blossomed. I’m so sorry that I can’t properly write for the reader to be bottom, I really could use someone who writes that to help me.

Eight years it had been. Eight long years since you last saw Cordelia. At first, you missed the blonde, her being your former crush and headmistress. But after the first few months, you had moved on. It wasn’t like she would miss you, so why would you miss her?

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Sighing deep, you closed your eyes and knocked. The door was opened by a beautiful brunette, who you didn’t recognize. “Hey, can I help you?” The brunette, who you still didn’t know the name of, asked politely, but a bit wary.

 “Hey, I’m Y/N, I’m here… Uh, well, is Cordelia around?” You inquired and tried to peek over her shoulder. 

“Wait… You’re the Y/N Y/L/N?” 

“Good to know you know me… Who are you again and how do you know my name?”

“I’m Zoe Benson, I’ve read all of your books! Amazing work, could I maybe get a signature???” Zoe, as you now know her name, almost jumped up and down. 

“Yeah, sure, but I’m still trying to find Cordelia…”After a few minutes, signed books and pictures with Zoe, she led you to the Supreme’s office. 

☾☼☽

“You want to do what?” You lifted an eyebrow elegantly, questioning whether you hear her right or not.

“In exchange for the information and ingredients, all I want is sex.” Cordelia cleared her throat, and mimicked your action and raised an eyebrow too.

 “Darling, I… There is one slight problem… I’m not a prostitute.”

“Of course, you’re not a prostitute. Consider this… Casual sex? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies?”Sighing, you nodded your head. Who knew writing a book would require this much of a sacrifice? Damn you, for telling that you’d write an herbal guide even though you suck at it.

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Swallowing thickly, you opened the door to Cordelia’s bedroom. There she was. Lying in only undergarments on her four-poster bed, with handcuffs in front of her. The room was dimly lit, with just candles. She was wearing deep purple lacey high-waisted panties and bralette. The handcuffs had black fur around them. Her hair was slightly messy, and makeup was done to perfection. Her red lipstick was perfectly shaped, and the first thought you had was how badly you wanted to smudge it. Dropping off your robes, you felt power overcome you. Your black thong and convertible bra were showing off your perfect curves. The black heels you were wearing clicked against the hardwood floor, as you took predatory steps towards your lover. You could see that she was biting her lower lip, and sliding her arm towards her core. 

“Uh-uh” You shook your head as you grabbed the hand, forcing it against the mattress. It didn’t take long for you to cradle her hips and put both her arms over her head, only with one arm. The other one was soothingly running up and down her side, gently, making her shiver and explode with lust.

“This is what you want, huh? Me, on top of you? What a nasty little girl you are.” She whined and tried to kiss you. Shaking your head, you laughed a bit.

 “Darling, tell me… How long?” You questioned and she blushed mad red. 

“Tell me and you’ll be rewarded.” She looked up at your eyes and bit her lip. 

“Since you turned 19… Two years before you left here.” She whined and tried to kiss you again. You lifted your other arm to wrap around her throat and pressed a little. 

“So, what you’re telling me is that you were moaning my name with your own hand for two years? Tsk tsk... “ The blonde blushed again and nodded slightly. Her blush deepened and you cuffed one of her hands to the poster. Summoning another pair of cuffs, the other one was clicked shut to the other poster. Slowly you kissed up her neck, until finally capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Pulling off of her, you started making your way down to her bra, with small, yet tender kisses. You bit and sucked at some points, making her moan. Chuckling, you kissed the hem of her bra. 

“If I can make you moan and beg like this, what, of just imagine what I can do with my mouth down your cunt.” She whimpered and bucked her hips up once again. 

“Patience my love.” Your voice was muffled against her chest. Pulling off her bra, you attacked her nipples with your mouth and hand. 

“O- oh that’s… Yes!” Cordelia yelled, clearly cumming. 

“Did you just…?” You asked and let out a laugh. Cordelia tried to hide her face by turning it away from you and nodded slightly.

 “It’s been long… Don’t judge me.” She murmured, but before she could say anything more, you had pulled her panties aside and stuck in two fingers. Pumping in and out for a few minutes, you could feel her starting to near. That’s when you pulled out, earned a yell of your name, and went down.

 “Don’t edge me!” Cordelia yelled and bucked her hips, making you attack her with your mouth. Flicking her clit with your tongue and pushing inside two fingers, she came within minutes. 

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Cordelia waltzed into your office with a devilish smirk. You lifted your head up from your laptop and rose an eyebrow. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, confusion lacing your voice. She smirked and sat on your lap, making you roll your eyes.

 “I came to have fun with you. And well, your office wasn’t too hard to find, sweetheart. I just googled your name and office, now here I am, the fanciest office in the whole New Orleans.

”“What a little Sherlock you are.” Cordelia kissed you small, but after pulling off and looking into your eyes, she kissed you more deeply, more passionate. After pulling you up from your chair, she sat down on the elegant red velvety couch in the corner of your office. The blonde hiked her skirt up a little and patted down on one of her thighs. You lifted an eyebrow, whilst pulling down your panties. 

☾☼☽

“Y/N/N, can we talk?” Cordelia asked you, staring deep into your eyes. You two were laying on her bed, facing each other. 

“What about?” You bit the inside of your cheek, closing your eyes briefly. 

“I know this was - is, supposed to be just a beneficial relationship, but I did realize something. I - I don’t want this to be just that.” You had to blink a few times, and secretly pinch yourself whether you were just dreaming this. Apparently not. 

“But if you don’t feel the same, it’s ok! I just thought you ought to know…” She whispered.

“I’m not sure Delia. I- I just. This came out of nowhere, I did not expect this.” You started to stutter, not knowing what to do. On the other hand, you weren’t sure about how you feel, but the other you did like her once. Perhaps you could try to see if the flame is still there?

“Okay. Uh, let’s see if this works out.” You said after a paining silence and pulled her close. When you kissed her, it felt different. It wasn’t lustful, rather loving. You giggled a little and pecked her lips once. 

☾☼☽

“Yes, Delia! Of course, I will marry you!”

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I don't want you to go

Cordelia Goode x Reader

Pairing - brief mention of Cordelia goode x reader

Words - I wish I knew

Summary : Y/N has got to talk to Cordelia about something important, before the time runs out. 

Warnings - Deathly illness, heartbreak, Cordelia’s a shit

Hope you enjoy it peeps 😘

You can decide if the reader is a student/teacher

Also this gif gives me the hotsss 🥵🥵

Y/N was waiting outside the blonde's classroom for Cordelia to end her lesson. After that, she’d try and talk to the Supreme, in hopes of getting forgiveness for her behavior from the past few weeks. To be honest, Y/N had acted like a little kid. She refused to do things, did things strictly forbidden int he academy... When the students started piling out, Y/N went inside. 

“Hey, just a minute, please?” Y/N asked as she noticed Cordelia staring at her computer. 

“Sur- Nope.” Cordelia started, but upon realizing who it was she rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” Y/N still said, looking at the ground. 

“I just said I don’t want to talk.”

“I heard you perfectly. But I need to tell you some-”

“Out!” Cordelia yelled and pointed at the door. Y/N’s eyes widened as she stepped outside the classroom, her orbs glistening with tears. 

Cordelia took a deep breath before packing her stuff and starting her way to the library. On her way, she saw Y/N in Zoe's classroom, hugging the mentioned person. She could only hear a few sniffles and Zoe comforting Y/N. 

“If she won’t listen to you, I’m sure she’ll listen to me.” Zoe said and pushed Y/N away from her shoulders, only to look her straight in the eyes. 

“Just deep breaths.” Cordelia rolled her eyes once again and continued her way to the library. 

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“But she… She is not ready…”  One of the witches was looking at a blank wall, tears threatening to spill. 

“Apparently there’s nothing to do anymore.” Another one said, taking a deep breath in. Obviously, Cordelia got interested of who they were talking about. 

“What are you talking about?” The blonde asked as she handed a tissue to the crying female. 

“She has lung cancer. Apparently, she’s got a few months anymore.”

“Who are you talking about?” Cordelia asked in confusion, feeling bad to whoever had to go through that. The blonde grabbed a cup of coffee, only to drop it in pure shock. 

“Cordelia fucking Goode! You are so done for!” Zoe yelled as she entered the room, taking furious steps towards Cordelia, who was beyond confused. 

“What?” She asked coldly when she realized that it was probably Y/N who Zoe was going to do the yelling for. 

“She was going to apologize and say goodbye and you just yelled at her!” Zoe continued shouting, right in front of Cordelia. 

“...So?” Cordelia asked and lowered her head a bit as if to prove she didn’t care.

Zoe had had it, officially. She slapped Cordelia and stormed out of the building. The other witches watched in horror. Not because Zoe had slapped the elder one, no. 

“Y/N’s the one with lung cancer.” Cordelia turned to look at the person who said it, in pure terror. 

“...She’s skipping town today.” The other one added and wiped her tears away. 

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Y/N was looking around her empty room, trying to remember it as it is. Tears streamed down her face. Finally taking the last deep breath, she stepped outside her room and started her way downstairs. The witches in the academy would be be the second last people she’d see before skipping the country. Her own family being the last one. 

Cordelia was sitting in the library, silently staring at the picture’s in Y/N’s Instagram page. 

“Hey!” Cordelia heard a voice beam from the living room. With that, she thought she was going crazy. It sounded like Y/N. She walked around the corner to the living room, seeing Y/N settling to sit on the sofa. 

“Yeah, I mean. It just constantly feels as if someone’s poking a hole to my lungs. Sometimes I cough up blood, but that’s pretty much it with the horrible cough I get sometimes.” Y/N was explaining to the other witches. 

“I mean, the prediction is two months. I hate to say it, but hopefully, it’ll take me sooner. It’s just very hard to process everything.” She kept answering all the questions from the young witches. She also had to explain there had been no way to cure it with magic, since she had tried it already. 

Cordelia coughed finally, as if to get Y/N attention. Y/N refused to look at her. 

“How come you didn’t tell anybody earlier?” Cordelia finally spoke up, wanting to see Y/N’s eyes. The one time Y/N wasn’t staring at her, she wanted her to. 

“I just got to know a few weeks back myself.” Y/N replied, staring at her hands. 

“Could we- I don’t know, talk just the two of us?” Cordelia suggested, smiling hopefully. 

“I believe that won’t be necessary.” Y/N replied and finally looked up to Cordelia with a stern look. 

“Please?”

“No.” Y/N made it quite clear that Cordelia had missed her chance. 

Out of nowhere,  Y/N started coughing. 

“Excuse me.” She said as she went to the toilet.

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Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to wash out the blood that got into her hair. 

“Shit.” She repeated to herself when her make-up got wiped off by accident.  There was a knock at the door. 

“Do you need help with something?” Cordelia asked and looked at the ground. 

“If you had makeup remover and a hairbrush, I’d be very, very grateful.” Y/N said as she stepped out from the bathroom.

“Yeah, just, come here.” Cordelia guided Y/N to her bedroom.

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“I had no idea what you were, and still are, going through.” Cordelia said as she removed Y/N’s makeup gently. 

“No words can cure the fact that I’m going to die.”

“Don’t say it out loud.”

“But it’s the truth.”

Cordelia sighed and nodded, making eye contact with Y/N. There was a moment of silence. Cordelia leaned in and kissed Y/N. But Y/N just pulled away, looking scared. 

“Before you feel guilty… I  want to kiss you back… It’s just that… My condition, I can’t let anyone get too attached.”

Cordelia let out a little sad laugh. 

“That’s too late.”

Y/N smiled and hugged Cordelia. 

“Don’t go… Stay with me.” Cordelia whispered against Y/N’s chest. 

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“But I want to…”

“You want this too…”

“I’m sorry…”

With that, Y/N left. And she never came back. 

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No

Pairing : Cordelia Goode x fem!reader, Misty Day x Cordelia Goode

Summary : You have been together with Cordelia for two years. Cordelia also has a 6-year-old daughter Emma. What will happen when Misty Day, Emma’s other mother, Cordelia’s ex, will come to visit the academy?

Warnings : Mention of alcohol, other than that, I guess not. 

Words : 846

Request here 

Note : I wrote this in the hospital, so it’s kinda shitty, yet I want to post it. 

"What do you mean Misty's coming over?" You asked in confusion. Out of all the things, you didn't expect Cordelia's ex to come over to the coven.

"We need her to make her swamp mud again. It's just a week Y/N, it's gonna be fine." Cordelia dismissed you by a pat on your shoulder. Emma ran up to Cordelia and hugged her.

"Is mom coming over? Yayy!" Emma, Cordelia's 6-year-old daughter celebrated. The brunette little girl had been born when Cordelia and Misty were still together, which caused Emma to call Cordelia "mama" and Misty "mom".

To be honest, you were feeling insecure. Only the past week Emma had called you mommy and not Y/N. What would happen now that misty would come along? Rubbing your shoulder, you nodded and gave a little smile.

Emma started exclaiming about showing Misty her newly decorated room and new toys. Your smile dropped and you sat down on the sofa in yours and Cordelia's room.

"Mommy... Are you ok?" Emma asked and walked over to you.

"Yeah, I'm ok, darling. Just feeling a bit under the weather." You brushed a strand of Emma's hair behind her ear and smiled.

Next week rolled around quickly, and so did Misty. You hadn't really seen Emma, or Cordelia for that matter. They had been busy with Misty. The only times you saw either of them was during meals. You went to bed earlier than Cordelia and woke up later than her. Or if you didn't, you pretended to. Today you were going to try and change things. So, you walked up to Cordelia's office and knocked. The door was open though, when you pushed it open, Cordelia was sitting on top of her desk, Misty standing between her legs. Both of them turned to look at you.

"I-" You started, took a deep breath in, and closed your eyes. You waved your hands in front of your face and just turned around. You walked out and closed the door behind you.

"Y/N, it's not what it looks like!" Cordelia yelled and you could hear her coming after you.

"What was it then?" You asked with a weak voice and turned to face her.

"I swear, we were just talking."

"Ok." You said and started to walk to your bedroom.

"Oh, I'm gonna go have dinner with Maddie." You said and called out to Madison. She walked out in a party dress, ready to go party.

"No, you're not," Cordelia said, and you just linked arms with Madison and walked out of the house.

Later on, when you got home, heavily drunk, you saw Delia, Emma, and Misty all asleep on your bed. Emma was between Misty and Delia, who were holding hands. That was the moment you realized you weren't a part of that family. And you'd never be.

So, as quietly as you could, you packed some your stuff and moved back to your old room, which happened to be the same one Madison lived in.

A few days passed by. You hadn't seen Delia, Misty or Emma. It was weird at first, but Madison offered to party with you. So that's what you did.

When you woke up to a new day, Emma brought you breakfast in bed.

"Good morning y/n. Mama asked me to bring you this." You let a tear roll down your cheek. Emma had called you by your name and not mommy.

"Thank you, sweetie." On the tray were coffee, pancakes, a rose and a note.

'Meet me in the greenhouse at 10. - C'

So that's what you did. Hesitantly though. Once you walked in, you saw a lot of flowers and a smiling Cordelia, with Emma beside her. There was a camera in the corner of the greenhouse, and it didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Y/N. I love you. And I hope you know that. I... I'm truly sorry about forgetting you for the past few days but it was for a good reason! I-... I'm just gonna say it. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" Cordelia blurted out and you watched Emma. Tears were about to spill from your eyes as you walked over to Cordelia. You took her hands into yours and closed the ring box she was holding.

"No." You whispered and looked up to her eyes. Her smile wiped out as she looked at you in pure shock.

"Why?" Was all she asked.

"Because your heart belongs to someone else." You simply whispered and Cordelia couldn't have been more confused.

"Misty..." You said and touched Cordelia's temple, allowing her to view all of the things you had seen, all of the thoughts you had thought, and all of the emotions you have felt. Once she got out of the trance, she was crying.

"Please, Y/N, consider it." She gave you the box and hugged you. Then she left you standing alone in the greenhouse.