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the-fandom-abyss · 8 months

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Greenhouse Messes

Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst ❀

Word Count: 1,305 words

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new injection for Cordelia @lexi1109 🥰

The air around the academy, shifted from fresh to stale as you working inside the greenhouse. The lively plants whispering amongst themselves, debating on whether a danger resides outside. A few twigs cracked under a weight of an invisible source, just outside the door. This drew your attention from the garden bed you were preparing.

"What are you not telling me?" To any normal person, you would be certifiably insane with the way you spoke to yourself. For you, nature always responded, they held the answers to more questions than you could possibly ask. Wind seeped through the bottom of the door, bringing in a cold draft. The action sent shivers down your spine. "Witch hunters" you whispered, responding to the message. "Do I have time?" The flowers sagged like one would when they dropped their head in sadness. That caused the panic to vibrate within your bones. You were too far from the house to alert the others, too close to the danger to escape alive. All you could do was protect the ones you loved, even if their focus was gravitated elsewhere.

Cautious steps were taken towards the exotic eyes flitting from shadow to shadow. With a shaky breath, you entered the gloomy outdoors, filled with monsters. Bare feet made contact with the soft grass below, sensing the vibrations within the soil. You walked with conviction towards the front entrance of the academy, hoping you could make it to at least the front step. The ground shook below you, alerting to a threat. They were running hard and fast towards you, which meant they all had eyes on you. Leaning down, you connected your hands to the life below, communicating through touch. The wind began to blow, the trees began to rustle and nature was ready to harnessed. Vines stretched through the cracks of the soil, whipping into view. They wrapped around the legs of the hunter that was fast approaching, pulling him into the air.

"You bitch" he said through gritted teeth as he fought against the vine. Thorns protruded through the greenery, piercing the body of the man. He screamed in pain as the thorns continued to grow, ultimately sealing his fate. The vibe threw him to the side, searching for its next victim. When a team of ten came into view, you were quick to realise just how outnumbered you were. Tree branches snapped and bent into shape, creating makeshift arms. They reached for bodies that were close, collecting as many as they could. That didn't stop a small group from invading, slashing your back in the process. A wail ripped through your throat at the sudden sensation. The branches faulted for only a moment before regaining its strength. It was enough for some men to slip through, charging at you. In a blink of an eye, those men were lunging for you, tackling you to the floor. They plunged a knife in each hand, twisting them for extra damage. In that moment, all you could think of was one person, one name on the tip of your tongue.

"Cordelia!" You screamed, as they continued to slice your skin. It was an extension of your power, a sense that could no longer be used. A light was turned on upstairs, a silhouette of Cordelia painted on the curtain. Hope twinkled in your eyes at the thought that she could hear you. "Cordelia" another scream left you lips, losing it strength as the blood spilled from your cuts. Another silhouette joined Cordelia within the room. It could only be described as Misty, Cordelia's newest obsession. That was what was given to you in your last moments. The sight of your love, entertaining another woman while witch hunters hunted you for sport.

Blood coated the floor below like a crimson sunset that graced the horizon. The earth fluttered underneath you, urging you to fight back, use all the strength you had left. Yet, all you could do was whisper Cordelia's name and succumb to the pain that radiates through your body. The men laughed above you, enjoying the thrill of the hunt and how they could bring a witch to her untimely demise.

"Y/N!" Nan shouted, drawing the witch hunters attention. They tossed your drained essence to the ground, setting their sights on the young girl. Something inside you crackled, sparks firing through your very being. The idea of Misty with Cordelia, Nan being brutally attacked by witch hunters, fuelled the fire within. Thunder began to roll through the sky, dark clouds followed closely behind. The hunters stopped in their tracks, searching the area for the next surprise. What they didn't expect was a bolt of lightning to strike the body they had left for dead. The charges flowed through your veins, body lifting from the ground. Electrical charges swirled around you as your eyes glowed a bright golden. With a pained scream from your lips, branches from the trees shifted and snapped, shooting out like barbs. The branches finding home in each of the hunters chests, rendering them motionless.

The energy softly floated you to the ground, where Nan was able to reach you. With all her strength, she reached under your body and pulled you towards the house. The entrance foyer was newly decorated with the blood that continued to flow from your wounds. The force within the house shifted when Nan crossed the threshold. It was sensed amongst the coven, grabbing at their attention. The first to descend the stairs was Cordelia, eyes fixated on the scene in front of her.

"Y/N" she gasped, falling to her knees next to you. Her hands reached out to pull you into her lap, wanting nothing but to heal you. When you flinched at her movement, moving closer into Nan, her heart fell to her stomach. "Let me help you, please" she pleaded, unsure of what caused the turn of your emotions.

"She doesn't want your help"

"Stop being stubborn, I need to heal you or you'll die"

"You were supposed to be with her tonight"

"What?"

"A date in the greenhouse and you never showed"

"Oh Y/N, I'm so sorry" tears silently travelled down the rosy cheeks of Cordelia. The sting in her heart, knowing that she could have prevented this, if she had just paid more attention.

"Misty was more important" Cordelia was taken aback by the comment, trying to understand how you knew. "She saw you in your room, she called out for you but you couldn't hear her"

"Honey, I am so so sorry. I lost sight of what was important and in turn lost sight of you. This is all my fault" she should have been with you, she should have been able to protect you. All her focus had been directed to the newcomer Misty and had ignored her connection with you. This small distraction cause her to break the link she had with you. In doing so, she left you defenceless to the world around you, if only she could go back in time.

Regret and guilt swirled inside Cordelia as they battled one another. It trapped her in silence, so frozen that she was unable to claw herself out.“It’s so quiet” Nan’s voice broke through her haze, Cordelia’s eyes snapping towards the young girl.

“Y/N let me help!” Her hands twitched with urgency, she wanted nothing more than to channel her energy through you.

“I love you” slipped from Nans lips, the final thoughts and words of the woman that saved the school. Cordelia may have broken the connection, but she felt every last ache that you had felt. She absorbed the hurt and anguish and carried it upon her shoulders. All she had left were the memories that you shared and even then, they couldn’t compare to you.

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sapphicforsarahh · 2 years

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Hello! If you are open for requests I was wondering if you could do a comfort fic where Cordelia is reader’s girlfriend and takes care of her when she has bad cramps?

Only if you want to💕😊

Ofc!! Here you go:

Pain Relief

Ship: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 425+

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Cordelia comforts reader during cramps.

There you sat, on the couch, curled up in a ball trying to get rid of this horrible pain in your lower stomach. You tried everything, nothing helped. Most painkillers weren’t working so you gave up. Your hot water bottle had gone cold and it was too painful to even stand up, so you left it. The rest of the girls in the coven has gone out on a day trip but you cancelled, so you were by yourself. Cordelia was in her office, completing some important paperwork so you didn’t want to bother her.

Trying to distract yourself from the pain, you decide some TV will help. You looked for the remote, but it was on the other side of the table, too far to reach sitting down. You groaned in annoyance and stood up anyway. The pain was even more unbearable now and you almost lost your balance. Grabbing the remote, you sit back down and sigh. Just as the TV turned on, your heard soft footsteps of Cordelia’s heels coming through the hall. She comes into the room and walks over to the coffee machine. “Hey Delia,” you say to hear, a slight strain to your voice. “Hi baby,” she turns on the coffee machine, puts a cup under it and walks over to you.

“Is everything okay sweetheart?” She stands behind you, her arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders and her brow furrowed with concern. “Yes yes, I’m fine,” you lie, slightly clenching your stomach. “No you’re not, what’s wrong?” She goes back to her coffee machine and picks up her cup and walks back over to you. You could smell her coffee as she walked past you and sat down right next to you. “I dont feel well,” you mumble, dropping your head into her shoulder. Her hand comes up to your hair, stroking it delicately. “I noticed you holding your stomach, you have cramps don’t you?” She softly spoke. “Yeah,” you curled up tighter into her frame.

She reluctantly moves away from you, taking off her shoes and laying down on the couch, “come here babe.” You painfully crawl up to her, lying between her legs and wrapping your arms around the top half of her body. “This is nice,” you breath as your head lays down on her chest. Her hands cradled your back and rubs it slightly. “I’ve finished my work that needed doing today, so we can just stay here for a while. How does that sound?” She looks down at you, and you look up. “Sounds perfect.”

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iamnotoriginalphil · 5 months

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Your Supreme (Cordelia Goode x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Cordelia doesn't like having her power questioned, but you do enjoy when she takes her displeasure out on you.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: marking, smut, mentions of choking, dom!Cordelia

Standing behind Cordelia, you could feel the tension rising. Her hands were clasped in front of her body, shoulders tense, chin lifted. You took a slow breath in, holding it, then letting it out from between parted lips. The man standing across from your grouping was glaring into the no man’s land. Zoe shifted her weight beside you, Mallory going still.

“Excuse me?”

There wa a level of restraint in Cordelia’s voice, her anger on a tight leash. Your jaw tightened, your attention more closely kept to your Supreme than the speck of a man trying to insinuate more than he had a right to. Your fingers clenched, strung tight in case it came down to a fight. You’d throw yourself in front of a bullet for Cordelia, if it came to that.

“You’re not nearly as powerful as you claim,” the inconsequential man snarled through the gate, “you’re weak and hide behind the skills of others. You’re no Supreme.”

She raised a hand, the man forced back a step, then another. He was still glaring at her, teeth gritted, trying to force his way past whatever spell she was casting. She lifted her chin another inch, looking down her nose at him. He tumbled backwards, going ass over tits into the street. You snorted, feeling when her attention shifted to you.

He climbed to his feet, eyes wild. He only took one step before she flicked her hand, sending him flying backwards again. Your lips curled up in a smile, turning your gaze back on Cordelia. You could admire her for hours. Watching her beat down someone lower than dirt was doing something to you that you recognised. Your thighs clenched under your skirt.

“Say that again,” she commanded, voice loud to reach him across the street, “I am still your Supreme. Do not forget your place.”

You didn’t bother watching him, keeping your focus completely on the woman staring down at him. When his footsteps retreated, Cordelia turned, sweeping back into your home. The three of you followed her, the door closing silently behind you.

“You’re letting him go?” Zoe asked.

“He won’t cause us more trouble. He knows he picked a fight he can’t win,” she replied, but her voice was still tight.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching your eye. You relaxed, following her up the stairs in silence, leaving the other two behind. She held the door open to your shared room, waiting for you to cross the threshold. A wave of her hand lit the candles around the room, bathing it in a warm glow. Turning to you, there was still tension in her body.

“Fuck him,” you said, “he’s nothing but a bitter small man who’s jealous of your power.”

Her eyes swept over you. One step, then another, hips swaying, skirt fluttering around her ankles, power oozed from her. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, watching her, feeling yourself become breathless. Her eyes were full of fire and you shivered.

“He forgot who he was talking to,” she said, voice still tight.

“He did,” you agreed.

“He won’t again,” she said.

Her hand came up, curling around your throat, her other landing on your hip. You stared up at her, complete trust in her. Her fingers tightened for a moment before her hand slid, cupping the back of your neck.

“I am the most powerful witch in the world,” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

She dragged you a step forwards. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging until your neck was bared to her. Her breath ghosted over your skin before her tongue dragged from your pulse point to the soft skin behind your jaw. Her lips pressed there, making you gasp, the hand in your hair guiding your head to give her better access. Her other hand slid around, pressing into your lower back, arching you towards her. She hummed against your skin, teeth scraping along before her lips trailed down again, sucking harshly at your pulse point.

Her name tumbled from your lips, a breathy moan. Her teeth sunk in, fingers tightening in your hair, keeping your throat bared to her. You whimpered, pleasure shooting between your legs. Tongue soothing over the bruise left on your skin, you trembled in her arms, knees turning weak.

She shoved you back, eyes sweeping over you again. The fire was still there, burning deep within her. Her hands on your body burned you, forcing you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fell. Her hands caged you in, landing either side of your head as she lent down, settling between your legs.

Her kiss wasn’t soft. It was brutal, deep, harsh, her teeth tugging on your lip before her tongue swept in. Your hands grasped at her waist, wanting to feel her weight on you, body pressed against yours. She only kissed you harder, still hovering above, not letting you have more than she was willing to give.

Her hands grasped your shirt, pulling it from your body. Fingers trailed over your new bared skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. From under hooded eyes, she watch as your back arched towards her, begging for her touch. A small smile pulled up the corner of her mouth before she lent forward, soft blonde hair trailing over your skin, ticking you and her hands curled around your ribs.

Her lips pressed to your skin, trailing down until they came up against your bra. She was lighting quick, pulling it off you with practiced ease. Hands slip up, cupping both breasts. You were still tugging on her, growing weaker as she played with your body, desire coursing through your veins.

Her thumb brushed over your nipple, a strangled moan coming from you. She did it again, cocking her head to one side as if considering your reaction. Pinching it between thumb and forefinger, she tugged on it. Your eyes fluttered closed, fingers digging in clenching around her soft flesh as her name fell like a prayer from your lips.

The brush of her tongue over the other had you arching up, breath catching. Your fingers slid up, burying themselves in her hair. Her teeth were gentle when they bit down but that didn’t stop your gasp or the groan that tumbled from you. She hummed, feeling the vibrations right down to the apex of your thighs.

“Delia,” you sighed.

Her free hand was hooking under your thigh, lifting it over her hip, hand skimming up your skin, pushing your skirt up. Her lips were sucking at one hardened nipple, the other being rolled between thumb and forefinger. You tightened your hold on her hair, spine bowing off the bed in your need for her.

With the wave of her hand, a frustrated growl in the back her throat, you were left bare. Her fingers swiped through your folds. Your hips bucked up as she ghosted over your clit before she lent back. Her tongue dragged along her lower lip, watching you as one hand played with your tit, the other between your legs, stroking in a way that heated your skin and had you whining.

“Could a woman with less power make you feel this way?” she asked, her eyes darkened with lust, focusing on your body.

“No,” you hissed, “never.”

“Look at how much power I have over you, how I own your pleasure,” she said, finger slowly beginning to circle your clit. Your hips jumped up, trying to get more from her. She only tutted, pulling her hand from you, “none of that now.”

She lifted you further on the bed before with a flick of her hands her magic had bound your arms above your head, legs spread, baring you completely to her. She stared down at you, considering you, slow to reach your eyes. You knew your eyes were blown wide, trying to clench your legs together again to find friction, but unable.

Kneeling between your legs, her finger returned to your clit, brushing over it. You whined, wanting to touch her, to beg her, to do anything but lie there and take it. Your desperation was growing.

“Spread out and at my mercy,” she murmured more to herself than you, “all due to my power. As if he could have this.”

She lent forward, tongue running through your folds before taking on the job of circling your clit. Heat was licking at you, like flames climbing your body. The way she sucked had your eyes rolling back, a plea on your lips, urging her on. A finger pressed to your entrance, hovering there, as if waiting for something.

“Delia,” you whined, “please.”

It pressed in, your head falling back. She kept her place slow, never quite giving you enough. You whimpered again, trying to lift your hips, but you were pinned down. Her lips gave a harsh suck, a curse falling from your lips. You felt electrified, desperation building, and yet she gave so little.

Her thumb replaced her lips, pressing down on your clit as she slipped another finger into you. You opened your eyes, watching her watch you from under hooded eyes. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, a flush on her cheeks, eyes smouldering. Her eyes met yours again, letting her lip go as she smiled. Her fingers curled inside you as she did and never before had you described her as wicked, but now you would. The self satisfied look on her face was worth whatever noise you’d made.

She was increasing her pace, a third finger being added stretching you deliciously. Her thumb was grinding against your clit and you could see your peak cresting. She was still watching you, not saying anything, not touching you beyond the hand between your legs. To be so on display for her should have been embarrassing but all you could focus on was the pleasure spreading through your body.

“Oh god,” you groaned, so close, not caring about anything but your approaching orgasm.

Her fingers were slamming into you now, setting a brutal pace. Her teasing was done, those eyes watching her fingers entering you, the slick sounds the only noise other than your moaning. If you’d taken the time to look, you would have seen how her eyes had blown wide, breathing growing erratic, just as yours was.

“Who controls when you cum?” she asked, dragging her eyes back up to yours.

“You do,” you moaned.

“And who am I?” Her thumb was grinding down hard against your clit, fingers curling, slamming into you over and over again.

“The Supreme,” you cried out.

“Cum for me then, my good girl.”

You shattered around her, body straining as it tensed. You thought you might have screamed. Darkness threatened on the edges of your vision. Her dark eyes were watching you, the only thing keeping you there with her, refusing to give in. Pleasure was zinging through your veins, internal muscles clamped down on her fingers.

As you came down she pulled her fingers from you, tongue licking along her palm as your arousal dripped down her skin. She hummed, sucking on her fingers, watching you. Your breathing was evening out, but watching her set the heat within you simmering again.

“So sweet,” she hummed.

You weren’t expecting her to dive down, tongue dragging through your folds again. Your hips bucked up, still so sensitive. She moaned, tongue delving into you. Your fingers clenched around nothing as she lapped at you, straining against her magic binding you. You wanted to touch her, to tangle your fingers in her blonde hair. You looked down, finding her dark eyes already watching you from between your legs.

Her tongue thrust into you, nose nudging your clit. It was slow, the way the wave was building in you again. She took her time until you were vibrating under her, needy please once again falling from your lips. No matter what you said, she stayed at the same speed, tortuously slow until pleasure melting through your veins.

Her name, a gasp, was the only warning she got before your internal muscles were clenching. Her tongue cleaned you up, continually brushing over your clit, making you twitch, her name a moan as you tried to catch your breath.

Her lips trailed up your body until she was kissing you again, the taste of you still on her tongue. You didn’t notice when her magic released you, so involved in the feeling of her tongue stroking along yours. It was unconscious, your arms coming around her, pulling her down against your body, legs lifting until they were wrapped around her waist. She hummed into the kiss, hands brushing over your skin.

“My darling,” she murmured into your mouth.

She rolled the two of you until she was on her back, you hovering over the top of her. Her fingers were pushing your hair back, kiss softening until she drew back, eyes sweeping over your body, no longer heated, but checking you over. You stared down at her, wondering what she was seeing. Her thumb brushed over your pulse point, a dull ache throbbing.

“Delia?”you asked when she didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she said, “I’ve left a bruise on you.”

“That’s okay,” you said, “it’s kinda hot.”

“I could heal it,” she said.

You shook your head, liking the thought of having her mark on your skin. You lent down, kissing her long enough to dismiss the idea from her head. She softened, letting her fingers trail down your side before hands rested on your thighs.

“I should have asked before…” she said, eyes finding the hickey on your neck again, “I’m sorry. That man just…”

“It’s okay,” you said, “I understand. He was an asshole.”

“He was,” she said, still avoiding your eye.

“Delia,” you said, softening your voice. She looked to you, fingers tightening on your thighs, “you’re the most powerful witch in the world. We all know it. You’re the Supreme. And I’ll call you that every day if you want me to.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she said but there was a flush on her cheeks.

“Whatever you say, my Supreme,” you said, leaning down to kiss her again. She whimpered against your lips, fingers tightening, “but just know I’ll do whatever you ask me to.”

She smiled into the next kiss.

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dreamypqulson · 1 year

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you’re fighting an apocalypse with cordelia when she hears you scream. she tries to remain calm as she searches around for you. that’s when she spots you laying on the ground, covered in blood. she rushes over to you, tugs your body onto her lap and holds you close. you struggle to catch your breath but still manage to speak, “cordelia, kiss me. please kiss me. i cannot die without showing you what you truly mean to me.” she hovers her hand over your bleeding wound and you can feeling her magic course through you. although she was exhausted from fighting, she used all the strength she had left to heal you. “you’re not going to die, my love,” she says, but still, she leans down and kisses your aching lips anyways.

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sawyerconfort · 11 months

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ask me a prompt!

So, I've decided that I'm going to innovate with the AHS: Coven imagines and write them based on a new list of prompts (now made exclusively by me), to help with ordering and writing as well.

Ask rules remain the same, but now you can use more than one prompt when you ask me! I'll use the same list for the other fandoms I write about, if anyone wants it, feel free to ask.

Requests are open!

PROMPTS HEREEEEE:

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“you smell really nice.”

“is that my shirt?”

“i think i’m falling for you.”

“you okay?”

“i’m here with you.”

“was that your first kiss?”

“please, i want cuddles.”

“yes, you can hold my hand, sweetie.”

“go to sleep.”

“i’ll keep you warm.”

“it’s a surprise.”

“i’d never be afraid of you.”

“i’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

“i trust you.”

“will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

“will you marry me?”

“why are we hiding?”

“please, talk to me.”

“it’s okay, you can cry.”

“hold still.”

“i’m glad you’re okay.”

“you’re here with me.”

“i missed you.”

“don’t go!”

“listen, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“looking good, babe!”

“did you just called me baby?”

“you called me.”

“baby.”

“you’re my family.”

“you matter to me.”

“language!”

“kiss me.”

“i’m ready.”

“was that good enough for you?”

“you’re my whole world.”

“i love you.”

“what do you mean with... pregnant?”

“stay.”

“no, i’ll take care of you.”

“are you hungry?”

“tell me who hurt you.”

“i’ll be the little spoon.”

“you’re sick, you need to rest.”

“who’s jealous?”

“who’s she/he/they?”

“you’re so jealous.”

“you look sexy.”

“take off your clothes.”

“let me unzip your dress, please.”

“i will never get enough of you.”

“use your words.”

"don't hold back.."

REQUESTS OPEN!

Feel free to ask!

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afterdarkmax · 8 months

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Imagine eating out Cordelia Goode

#american horror story #ahs coven #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #ahs smut #ahs imagine #nsft #sarah paulson

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billiebeanhoward · 2 years

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Heather - Cordelia Goode x Misty Day

gif is mine.

a/n: i actually wanted to finish this at the italics and call it done but a certain someone *cough* @stayevildarling *cough* forced me to give it a better ending. you’re welcome

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cw: implied unrequited love, cheating

word count: 2120

You're sitting in the greenhouse on the couch curled up in front of the fireplace. It's January and the weather has been surprisingly chilly for New Orleans. You tuck your knees up to your chin, resting your head breathing in the scent of the oversized sweater you're wearing.

You still remember on the third of December she gave you her sweater. A lovely, thick, cream cable knit sweater. You were standing in the room where you are now attending to the various plants when the blonde walks in taking note of your shivering form.

"Here sweetheart," she chuckles, pulling the cream sweater up over her head before passing it to you, "It'll look better on you than me anyway," a shy smile playing on her lips as you take it from her hands.

You've been attending the academy for years, always being by Cordelia's side. You really liked her. Like, really really. You just never had the guts to tell her. Too scared. Too scared of it only being one-sided. And now you know, because ever since Misty Day returned from the dead the two of them have been inseparable. Disgusting. You wish you had what they have.

Speaking of, a gust of blonde messy hair captures the attention of the two of you and you watch Cordelia's eyes twinkle as she walks by. The blue shawl draped lazily around her shoulders was really a sight for sore eyes, the colour brighter than the blue sky.

Misty has captured Cordelia's attention and everything else that comes with it. Misty is everything, has everything. She has her mesmerised while you're here watching, dying inside.

You're so intoxicated by Cordelia, her lips curling into a soft, beautiful smile as Misty quickly diverts her direction towards the doors of the greenhouse. Cordelia's pretty pink lips now captured between her teeth as she is stuck in thought. You wonder what the older woman is thinking of. You notice her take a quick glance towards you before she presses her lips together and smiles warmly again to none other than Misty. You know what you're thinking of. How it would feel kissing her. Oh, how you wish you could kiss her. Feel her lips against your own. Full of passion, love, and more than you can ever think of. But why would she ever kiss you?

You smile weakly greeting Misty by nodding as she enters the greenhouse. You're not even half as pretty as her. Misty is so beautiful. The loose, messy curls flowing over her shoulders, looking amazing as always. Her beautiful blue eyes, her amazing figure that is only essentuated by her beautiful dress that fits snugly around her waist before it flares out at her boots. She has amazing fashion sense. She's a beautiful, essentric soul in the best possible way. You don't have that. You've got nothing she does. You're not pretty like her.

"Dee whatya doin out here with nothin on? It's more freezin than the Alaska out here," she giggles at her own words adorably and you smile fondly at the two women although your heart began slowly sinking into your chest, "Here," she waves her hand conjuring up a sweater from her bedroom, it's just polyester, nothing special unlike the sweater Cordelia had given you. If you were Misty you'd have given her something better. "Have mine,"

A small voice begins shouting out in the back of your mind. You like her too. You love Cordelia. You want to be the one who can do this with her. Give her your sweater to keep her comfortable from the cold. You begin clenching your fists into balls, "Wanna head back inside?" she strokes her hand lovingly up and down the Supremes arm

"Not right now, sweetheart. I wanted to do some things here," Cordelia apologises sincerely, almost looking scared to say the wrong thing. However, Misty wraps her arms around her shoulder and the Supreme brings her in for a kiss.

Despite wearing Cordelia's sweater, you feel cold. Heartbroken. Your head feels weightless as if you're going to pass out and you stumble backwards slightly, the big table hitting your backside.

"See ya later then," Misty smiles before leaving the room. "And you, give her back the sweater before she ends up freezing to death," she points a finger towards you and you nod awkwardly. She mumbles something to herself as she stumbles out the door, "Nope, can't have that," she sniffs

Cordelia chuckles softly at her antics as she begins slowly dancing on her way back to the academy, swaying the shawl on her shoulders. Cordelia looks at her with so much love in her eyes. Although, there is a hint of... sadness, guilt?

You sniffle to yourself wiping your nose as you lift your head back up from your lap, staring blankly at the potion set in the corner of the room.

You hate her. You hate Misty. No. How can you hate her? She's such an angel. But Cordelia loves her. Then again, you kinda wish she were dead ...again. She's living your dream life. Your fantasy. Everything you've been dreaming and thinking about before she even showed up here.

You wish you were Misty.

You're completely distracted from your thoughts when you hear a soft knock on the door. Turning your head with a look of confusion you wipe your nose with your hand to see who it is. You can't see past the vines on the window to the door so you sigh, especially after hearing the door tap again. You open it more harsher than intended and your brows furrow as you see Cordelia standing there, glassy eyes, red nose, blushed cheeks.

"Why did you knock? Why didn't you just come in? Are you okay?" You didn't mean to bombard her with so many questions but she quickly pushes past you and that's when you notice a bottle of Tequila and two glasses in her hands.

"I knew you were in here and I didn't know if you wanted to be disturbed," she says softly, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

"You can always come to me..." you guide her to the couch and rub her arms soothingly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," she smiles weakly, a fake laugh falling from her lips. You only continue to look at her in concern and that's when she turns her head, looking away from you and wipes her eye with her fingers before chuckling again, "God I haven't cried this much since... I don't even know when and I don't even know if I'm sad or... or happy,"

"Cordelia," you say, trying to focus her eyes on you, "What happened?"

"Misty's gone,"

"Gone where?"

"With fucking Stevie Nicks," she unscrews the cap of the Tequila bottle quickly, "Y'know there are set times that Stevie tours. Misty only goes with her when she tours. But on many more occasions has she 'Gone to Stevie' after we have an argument," she sighs, pouring the two glasses before handing one to you, "She... There are points in a relationship when one must give up,"

"I understand," you nod to the last statement, "What happened?"

"Just the usual." she rolls her eyes. "I can't give her... I can't... She," she stutters around her words before settling to drink from her glass, "I love all my girls. Each and every one of them. With Misty it was different," she explains and you listen carefully even though it's breaking your heart all over again, "I lost her right in front of me, she understood me in ways that not many people do. I love Misty, yes. But, my feelings never grew any stronger than... I'm not in love with her." she tips her head back drowning the rest of her tequila as you listen intently, "I confessed that to her a long time ago. But I felt too bad, because it was my fault she died. It is my fault if anything bad happens to any one of my girls but Misty couldn't be brought back. When she came back I just... felt obligated although I've always been very much in love with someone else,"

"But what was the argument today?"

She raises her eyebrows in a playful manner, "Life. What are future wishes are, what we don't want. She doesn't want kids. 'Gator snacks' she calls them. You know I've always wanted children. I got woefully offended. She then started ranting about how god doesn't want two women to 'breed' as she so put it and so I snapped "Why are you with me!' Her answer was 'Because you're the only person on this planet who believed in me,' so I said 'Believed? Loads of people believe in you Misty! You can find real love, with someone who loves you very much,' I shouldnt have said that, 'Dont you? Or are you still inlove with her?' I didn't say anything, I didn't answer, I was too afraid to admit it, 'I shoulda killed her when i had the chance' were her words before she announced she was going to stevie. So yeah. The usual,"

"God, Cordelia I'm..." You're slightly confused though. Who were they talking about?

"Don't worry about it. I just.." her hand stretches forward as she fumbles with the sleeve of her sweater that you're wearing, "You still wear it?" she chuckles softly, a genuine smile creeping on her lips. You shy away and blush tremendously, "I still remember, the," she places her finger to her cheek as she looks up to think, "third of December, I gave you this sweater."

"Yes you did," you smile swatting her hand away as you quickly drink the drink before grabbing the blanket you knitted for Cordelia's birthday from the back of the couch. You're happy she feels a bit better after talking about what happened and that she's now talking about something else to take her mind off it.

"I said it looks better on you than it did me, and it's definitely still true," she smirks

"What? No!" you shy away again at her words, "You're beautiful, so beautiful," the drink is now getting to your head and you blush in embarrassment. "Only if you knew how much I liked you,"

"Hm?" She asks quickly not quite hearing you correctly, "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you shake your head watching as she swallows dryly before opening her mouth and hesitates to close it but before she does..

"I watch your eyes as she walks by, they swell up with tears like you want to cry. I can't help but think of why,"

"That rhymes," you giggle quietly and fall backwards so your head is resting on the back of the couch. "Your eyes are beautiful, brown, dark and romantic, I'm going down like the titanic,"

"Was that... that was... wow," she turns her head, grabbing her bottom lip with her teeth, "Impressive," she smiles "TikTok?"

"Hmm" you nod and she chuckles softly.

"Lips pink, gentle and charming and I'm going down like the titanic," she whispers moving closer to you you watch as her gaze flickers from your eyes down to your lips.

"That didn't rhyme," you chuckle, taking her hand. Your heart pounding in your chest as your own gaze flickers to her soft plump lips. Your chest heaves, so does hers and you both think of what to do. You take a shaky inhale as Cordelia leans in closer but you push her away

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not as half as pretty as Misty," Your cheeks redden, not just from the alcohol. Why the fuck did you blurt that out?

She huffs slightly, "I gave you my sweater" she says as if it's a valid reason and you shake your head in confusion furrowing your brows

"But we're not together, you're with Misty," you argue. She takes your hand in her own soft ones.

"Kiss me," you swear the world stopped. Everything around you frozen in time.

"What?" the word almost didn't come out properly, you can hear your heart pounding in your skull.

"Kiss me... I know what I'm asking" You lean forwards pressing her lips to yours and the world felt as if it stood still again. This moment was the one you've always been waiting for. With her.

"But... Misty..." you breathe as you break the kiss unwillingly, the blondes gaze never leaving yours.

She brings a loving hand to your cheek as she looks deeply into your eyes, "You're more than Misty."

#sarah paulson #ahs #cordelia goode #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson imagine #misty day

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msschemmenti · 2 years

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singing your praises | cordelia goode

a/n: i couldn’t decide if this was platonic or romantic so take it as you will.

cordelia x reader

tw// blood

The sun was setting as it always did. Just one of the many consistencies in y/n's life. Y/n lived a very routine life. She'd always been the type to follow a strict schedule. Scheduling her days to the T, to ensure nothing unexpected happened to her. No accidents, no arguments, nothing out of the ordinary. Today was like every other day. She woke up to the sound of her alarm. Made her way through the academy swiftly. Snagging her breakfast and eating quickly, before heading to her classroom to prepare for her lessons for the day. Each class went as it normally did. She'd been working at the academy for about three months now and was just starting to get into this new routine. Y/n knew Myrtle Snow pretty well through her mother and when Cordelia expressed an interest in hiring some other teachers, the older witch was quick to recommend Y/n. Cordelia had been more than open to the idea especially considering Y/n received such high praise from her pseudo-mother. So when it came time for the interview both of the women seemed to hit it off. Y/n started working immediately and has been doing so ever since.

After her classes, Y/n normally busied herself with preparing for her next lessons. And after all of those were handled she stayed in her classroom or bedroom until dinner time. Since she was still technically the "new witch in school" she tried to keep to herself. It wasn't that she disliked the other witches in the house, she just preferred the quiet over the rowdiness that sometimes took place in the academy. And today was just like any other day. She was watching the sun set as she always did and waiting to hear the stampede of feet heading toward the kitchen. After a few minutes she made her way down the stairs settling into a seat closer to the younger girls and let her attention roam over the faces in the room.

Although she kept to herself she observed a lot of behavior amongst the academy occupants. She'd begun noticing and associating people with things. So when the usual dinner chatter ensued she couldn't help but notice the difference in sound. She turned her head to the head of the table and found herself frowning when she noticed the supreme was no where in sight. cordelia was always at dinner, she always made it a point to have every meal with the girls to ensure they remained a coven of sister witches. she never wanted them to feel like she was unavailable or too busy for them so every meal she sat at the head of the table, with a gentle smile and a voice of reason when necessary.

Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Y/n finished her dinner as usual and once people started dispersing she made her leave to look for the Supreme. She wasn't entirely sure why she felt like she needed to find her, like she needed to set her eyes on the woman to ensure she was fine but there she was trekking through the various halls of the academy in search of the blonde. She knew Cordelia frequented the greenhouse, her office, and her bedroom. She wanted to try all of those places but didn't want to make it obvious she was looking for her to the other girls, so she roamed a bit with a trained eye. She past her bedroom, her office, and finally circled back to the kitchen that had cleared out by now to head out to the greenhouse.

As soon as she stepped outside of the academy and closer to the greenhouse she felt an energy she hadn't felt before. It wasn't a sign of danger or caution, which lead her to continue on her way but as she lay her hand on the door of the house of plants she felt it at its strongest. A calling, a drawing, that beckoned her near. She pushed the door open tentatively and let her eyes roam the dim workspace. Just as she was about to turn and leave her eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar halo of blonde hair situated in a rocking chair in the corner. She watched quietly as the supreme rocked slowly with her eyes closed. Y/n felt as if she was intruding and wanted so desperately to turn and head back to the house, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own as she found herself planted in front of the Supreme.

The shadow seemed to wake Cordelia from her trance as her eyes flew open and met the younger woman's in surprise. "Oh, Y/n. I didn't hear you come in. Is everything okay?"

Y/n's eyes fell from the brown orbs and focused on the floor timidly, "you weren't at dinner, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Cordelia's features softened and she smiled in appreciation, "That's very sweet, I'm okay. Just needed some time alone is all."

Y/n nodded in understanding preparing herself to leave the supreme alone, but again she felt that nagging feeling. She looked back at the supreme sheepishly before muttering, "do you mind if i stay here a while? i won't say anything, you won't even realize i'm here."

"That's no problem honey, i could use the company. You wanna help me finish up some prep for my lessons tomorrow while you're here?" Cordelia asked rising from the rocking chair.

"Of course, lead the way boss." y/n replied causing cordelia to chuckle. they went over to the work bench and worked together quietly. They moved almost in sync as they handed jars of herbs back and forth. it wasn't until Y/n hissed in pain that the supreme paused her actions. her eyes went to y/n's frantically reaching for her wrist.

"oh honey let me see." cordelia coaxed as she brought y/n's injured finger up to her eyeline. "oh i should've told you, those gardening scissors can give you some trouble. don't move let me get something to take care of that." she said before rushing over to the shelf of pastes she kept in case there was any injuries in the academy.

y/n's eyes remained on her hand as the red liquid rushed down her hand. she'd never been a big fan of blood and as she waited she felt the panic rising. Her vision started to blur a bit and she was quick to reach for the table to stable herself a bit. She could hear cordelia rummaging through shelves and jars for whatever she was looking for, but the longer she looked the more y/n panicked.

"uh cordelia?" she called out weakly.

"just one second sweetheart, i just gotta find a bandage." she called back distractedly.

her vision was gradually becoming blurrier and blurrier as she stood waiting for the supreme to return. her legs felt like jelly as she struggled to take her eyes off of the red river. and just when she thought she couldn't hold herself up any longer, there was cordelia. as if being able to sense y/n's impending fall, her hands made their way around her waist to support her. she had all of her ingredients stuffed between their bodies as she grabbed the younger woman and moved her to a stool on the other side of the work station.

"woah there," she whispered softly as all of y/n's weight was transferred onto her body. "let's sit you down. you're looking a little pale. are you okay?" she asked as soon as she had y/n's body sandwiched between her own and the work table.

"i just have a little thing with blood." y/n said nonchalantly as she closed her eyes to stop the spinning in her head.

"oh sweetheart..." cordelia started with a chastising lilt to her voice. "why didn't you tell me that?"

y/n shrugged with her eyes still closed. with her eyes closed she missed the tweak of cordelia's lips as she watched the usually composed teacher slip deeper and deeper into calm. "well alright hold still, i'll clean this up for you and you'll be good as new." y/n nodded and kept her eyes closed as the supreme cleaned her wound. she kept her eyes closed for as long as she thought the blood was still visible, and when she felt cordelia wrapping the bandage around her finger she finally peaked an eye open to watch her work. the blonde wrapped the bandage around her finger like it was a piece of china being shipped out across the world.

"you're really good at this." y/n mumbled almost involuntarily as cordelia finished.

"well i've had a bit of practice. the girls are rather clumsy." cordelia smiled a bit.

"no not this." y/n said gesturing to her now blood-stained finger. "you are good at this. but i mean being the supreme. you're really good at it."

cordelia's cheeks heated as y/n clarified what she meant. she bowed her head trying to hide the blush. "well thank you, that's very sweet."

y/n watched the supreme and could tell she didn't really believe her and normally she'd just let it go, but something within her wanted her to know she meant it. "i know i've only been here three months, but i've been aware of your greatness long before i got here."

at this cordelia looked up a bit confused, "what do you mean?" she asked skeptically.

"as you know, my mother and myrtle were very close. and as i grew up she always told me stories of this young girl myrtle had taken under her wing. always recounting the amazing new things she learned. and how quickly she was coming a promising witch. fit to be the supreme." y/n said with a smile. she watched as cordelia's cheeks reddened at the praise before continuing. "there was never a witch as great as the girl myrtle was bringing up. my mom could never remember your name, but your praises she always sang. i used to think, if she thinks she's so great why doesn't she raise her then. but being here, learning under you, experienced you, and everything you are. she was right to praise she like she did. you deserve all the praise and more."

cordelia gawked at the woman with tears brimming her eyes. she'd never really saw herself as worthy of anything remotely close to what y/n described. she never saw herself that way and to know someone else did was a bit overwhelming. y/n brought her eyes back up to the supreme seeing her reaction. the woman moved toward her with a soft smile and pulled her into her arms. cordelia froze briefly before slowly allowing herself to give in to the comfort.

"i know you don't see yourself that way, but so many people do. so many of these girls look up to you. they see you for who you are, the best supreme there's ever been." y/n pulled away holding the older woman at arms length by her shoulders. she looked directly into her eyes with the most sincere look she could muster in that intimate moment. "if it could i would kiss away all your scars. all the memories that bring you pain. all the things that keep you from seeing you for you. i would. i would take it all away. but i can't." y/n ended with a grin. "but when they start creeping up on you again. even if it's slightly. remember. be you. no one else can. and you are as good as they come."

y/n placed her hand against cordelia's cheek wiping the single tear that seemed to fall from her lash. she smiled on last time before releasing the supreme. "thank you for this." she waved her bandaged finger in the air and exited the green house with a wave leaving cordelia to her raging heart. thumping heavily behind her rib cage.

#sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson x you #sarah paulson #ahs oneshot #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia goode #ahs coven #ahs sarah paulson #ahs apocalypse #msschemmenti

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fumingspice · 2 years

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i haven’t said it (or posted) in a while but i just thought id mention that my asks are open for one shot/fic requests :)

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archieimagines · 2 years

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Discontinued Fandoms Masterlist

This is a compilation of all the works we’ve posted for fandoms we no longer write for. The writing itself will always be kept here for you to enjoy!

Check our main masterlist here!

American Horror Story

Imagines:

Cordelia Foxx | Imagine becoming the new Supreme

Big Bang Theory

One Shots:

Sheldon Cooper | Prove the Theory

Headcanons:

Sheldon and Leonard | Sheldon’s little sister sharing the apartment

Black Sails

Imagines:

Charles Vane | Imagine Charles Vane promising you a future by his side

The Breakfast Club

Imagines:

John Bender | Imagine Bender helping you find the library for detention

DC Universe

One Shot:

Hal Jordan | Get Your Own Jello

Deadpool

Preferences:

How they cuddle | Part 2

Divergent

Imagines:

Will | Imagine Will teaching you martial arts

Doctor Who

Imagines:

10th Doctor | Imagine being with the 10th Doctor in Paris

12th Doctor | Imagine being in a band with the 12th Doctor

Downton Abbey

One Shots:

Thomas Barrow | Such A Charmer

The Flash

Headcanons:

Barry Allen | Dating Barry would include

Friends

Imagines:

Joey Tribbiani | Imagine having a crush on Joey

Headcanons:

All | Having a night out with the group would include

Glee

Imagines:

Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman | Imagine Puck getting jealous over you

Grey’s Anatomy

One Shots:

George O’ Malley | 007

Owen Hunt | Major Owen Hunt | My Choice

Hairspray

Imagines:

Corny Collins | Imagine Corny telling you “Hey baby, looks like you could use a stiff one.”

Hawaii 5-0

One Shots:

Chin Ho Kelly | Mistakes

Danno Williams | Save Me

Hemlock Grove

Imagines:

Roman Godfrey | Imagine Roman missing your hints that he’s an upir

KINGSMAN MASTERLIST

LOST

Imagines:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not wanting to give your bag back James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer not realising he’s stolen your medication James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine having your first time with Sawyer James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Imagine Sawyer noticing that Jack is your ex

Kate Austen | Imagine Kate comforting you when you lose a precious necklace

Sayid Jarrah | Imagine falling asleep on Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine being selectively mute and only speaking to Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid saving you Sayid Jarrah | Imagine Sayid scaring you when he turns ‘bad’ Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding a pool with Sayid Sayid Jarrah | Imagine finding out Sayid is touch-starved

Shannon Rutherford | Imagine lending Shannon your inhaler

One Shots:

James ‘Sawyer’ Ford | Sandbox | Part 2

Preferences:

First Kiss

Night At The Museum

Imagines:

Kahmunrah | Imagine Kahmunrah falling in love with you

The Maze Runner

Imagines:

Gally | Imagine Gally falling in love with you Gally | Imagine trying to come up with a plan to be with Gally

NCIS

Imagines:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | Imagine Gibbs reluctantly cuddling with you

One Shots:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs | His Closest Friend

Park And Rec

Imagines:

Ben Wyatt | Imagine comforting Ben after the Ice Town incident

One Shots:

Andy Dwyer | “Holy shit, you know Santa!”

Ben Wyatt | Happy Secrets

Peaky Blinders

One Shots:

Tommy Shelby | Eavesdrop

Preacher

Imagines:

Cassidy | Imagine being in a relationship with Cassidy Cassidy | Imagine getting up to mischief with Cassidy

Pushing Daisies

Imagines:

Emerson Cod | Imagine Emerson knitting you a sweater for Christmas Emerson Cod | Imagine being Emerson’s assistant

Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned falling in love with you when you become a regular Ned the Piemaker | “You’re covered in flour.” Ned the Piemaker | Imagine Ned baking you a pie

Reign

One Shots:

Sebastian ‘Bash’ de Poitiers | Real France | Part 2

Riverdale

Imagines:

Archie Andrews | Imagine everyone noticing you and Archie like each other Archie Andrews | Imagine being a Serpent that Archie falls for

Jughead Jones | Imagine editing Jughead’s manuscript Jughead Jones | Imagine becoming Jughead’s friend

Reggie Mantle | Imagine Reggie liking you

Sweet Pea | “Open your present!”

Veronica Lodge | I dressed down in this catwoman outfit for you and my party boob keeps escaping

One Shots:

Archie Andrews | Worry

Jughead Jones | Misery Loves Company

Sweet Pea | Blood, Tears, and... Corn?

Shadowhunters

Imagines:

Jace Wayland | Imagine Clary trying to go for Jace when he’s already dating you

Teen Wolf

Imagines:

Lydia Martin | Imagine Lydia helping you figure out which supernatural creature you are

Stiles Stilinski | Imagine helping Stiles through his night terrors Stiles Stilinski | Imagine being Scott’s little sister and having a crush on Stiles | Part 2 Stiles Stilinski | Imagine Stiles reacting to you getting terrible anonymous messages Stiles Stilinski | “Fine, you can put the topper on the tree.” Stiles Stilinski | “My gingerbread house is prettier than yours.”

One Shots:

Brett Talbot | His Angel

Stiles Stilinski | Unsteady Stiles Stilinski | Not Anymore Stiles Stilinski | Jealousy

Theo Raeken | In the Neighbourhood (kinda NSFW)

Headcanons:

Stiles Stilinski | Dating Stiles would include Stiles Stilinski | How Stiles reacts to you breaking up with him Stiles Stilinski | Taking Stiles to meet your parents would include

Theo Raeken | Dating Theo would include

X-MEN

Imagines:

Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | Imagine Erik trying to help with dinner by using his powers Erik ‘Magneto’ Lehnsherr | “You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”

Charles ‘Professor X’ Xavier | “Why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?”

Charles and Erik | Imagine being recruited into the X-Men by Charles and Erik

Wolverine / Logan | Imagine stealing Logan’s motorbike to get his attention after having a crush on him for so long

#masterlist #discontinued #admin

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loverofallthingssarah · 2 years

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Kitchen nightmares

Request: Fluff 42 with Coven Cordelia 👀 @rainbow-hedgehog

42."Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

WARNING: none

Word count: 600 +

A/N: sorry for any typos or mistakes!!

All you wanted was to surprise Delia and surprise her you most definitely shall. Delia never spent more than an hour away from the coven, especially when times were tough. Delia was always so worried because of the lack of witches in her coven. These places used to be filled with teeny witches running a muck, but the days were hard when the world seemed so against individuals with any sort of differences.

Today was different, the girls asked Delia to take them shopping and much to their surprise she gladly agreed. She even decided to treat them to a movie afterward - a cheesy romcom. They all begged you to go with them, except for Delia she knew you didn’t like shopping and anything too gaggy romance after her many attempts of begging you when you both first started dating. You politely turned them down, and the wheels were turning in your head plotting the perfect evening for your wife.

You weren’t really the most domesticated woman in the world, but you thought you could hold your own. So, you decided making a lovely dinner for your wife to come home to would be perfect. She was the only one who ever threw down in the kitchen in the coven, she never had anyone making anything for her until now.

As soon as all the girls left the academy, you quickly wrote down a shopping list. You raced to the store to get all the ingredients and a bouquet of white roses.

When you got back home, you set out to try and get all your prep work done. How hard could that be? Harder than you had imagined.

Everything that could possibly go wrong while cooking did. You started off chopping your veggies and with one slip of the knife, “Shit!” You rushed to the sink to clean off your finger, and then remembered your magic and healed it instantly. You huffed as you threw away the ruined contents of the broccoli and went back to cutting up some more.

Things were starting to look up. You had the veg sautéing on the stove. Your steak was sizzling in the pan. All you had left to make was the sauce. That couldn’t be so difficult, and just when you thought things were going better, you were trying to put all the ingredients in the blender to make your sauce you hit start before you remembered to put the lid back on.

As all your hard work was flying all around the kitchen, and you started cussing up a storm you heard a curt, “hmmm” come from behind you.

Your head whipped around so fast, “D-Delia, I didn’t think you’d be home so soon!”

“Oh, darling. What are you doing?” she inquires as she looks around the messy kitchen before shaking her head.

You pout, “I really wanted to do something nice for you! You always work so hard to make sure the academy is always taken care of, these girls have a mother figure they deserve, and you never let our marriage fall through the cracks with such a busy life. I just wanted to do something special for you for once.”

Delia giggles as she walks closer to you, and wipes splattered sauce off your cheek, “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

You grumble under your breath. She innocently whispers in your ear, “Besides I can think of better uses for those hands…”

You look at her, “Delia, what did you do with the girls?”

“I gave them the money to go to the movie without me.” she winks at you and takes off running upstairs.

You think to yourself before taking off after her, ‘How did I get so lucky?’

sfw taglist: @oh-mydarling @rainbow-hedgehog @twistedpoeticjustice @tissaias-lover @peggycarter-steverogers @hortensia-cullen @citizenoftheworld-stuff-blog @lanawinters-ily @lntlmate @sapphicforsarahh @talulahmae @dreamypqulson @goodeday2u @imstacysmomtm @winters-witch-bitch

#cordelia x reader #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia foxx imagine #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #ahs coven #ahs apocolaypse #wlw imagine #wlw fanfic #wlw

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thenaswife · 3 years

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Another lifetime

Pairing: Cordelia Foxx x Fem!Reader

Song: In my dreams - Ruth B

Warnings: angst (yaaass pills),

Summary: The 2 times you almost said I love you, and the one time you finally did

(i wrote this on wattpad with a diff character so if you think you’ve read it that’s prob why) -----------------

The countdown started as everyone grabbed their partners to kiss for the new year to come. A popular thing to do really. And naturally, I found it quite adorable, but there was one problem though. I've never had anyone to kiss for new year's. Failing relationships were like my thing, besides I couldn't really keep anything for more than a week without a particular blonde witch filling my thoughts. Speaking of the blonde... maybe it's about time I tell her? The idea has been plaguing my mind for the longest time, hasn't it? Why don't I go ahead and do it then? Wasn't it simple?

Thoughts swarmed my head as the 15-second mark showed on the big screen. Sighing I contemplated the idea in my head once again before finally telling myself that 'the longer I keep this in the worse it'll get.' So, I searched for the witch around the room. Finally finding her. I speed-walked quickly after facing the countdown once more... 7 seconds. Shouts of the final seconds filled my ears as I finally reached her.

"Hey you" she spoke

"Hey, this is very important and this was an impulse decision but I gotta tell you something."

"Alright, I'm all ears"

My mouth hung open as I tried to say the 3 words that could be the start or the end of something.

'Just say it just say it, come on what's the matter with you?' My inner thoughts yelled at me.

"Hey, y/n you still with me?"

"Yeah.. sorry"

"What we're you gonna tell me"

Sigh "Delia I-" I cut myself off.

Cheering filled my ears but all I could process was her and how her eyes began to drift off to the side, then how her expressions shifted, I've never seen that look on her. Of course, being curious, my eyes followed her eyes' direction. And to my disappointment, her gaze was directed at her. Misty day. The cajun witch. A rush of jealousy, disappointment, and sadness ran through my body.

what was I thinking?

She cleared her throat making me snap my head back in her direction before she spoke to me again. "We're you gonna tell me something?"

"I— Never mind, it wasn't important don't worry."

I could see the suspicion in her eyes but to my luck, she brushed it off.

I quickly excused myself from her and walked outside, breathing in the night air.

'Maybe another time' was what I told myself.

2. — The dance

I stood alone in the middle of the ballroom, martini in hand. Soft classical music bounced off the large speakers while all the couples danced. I sighed wishing maybe one day that could be me.

Looking around I spotted her we stood there staring at each other. Hours, seemingly. It wasn't more than 12 seconds, really.

Suddenly, she started to walk over to me.

"Care to dance?" She asked, a bit teasingly.

"It would be my pleasure."

I took my hand in hers, putting my hand on her shoulder and the other on her waist.

We started to sway on the beats of the music.

Then a thought came to me 'I really should tell her, shouldn't I?' I shrugged the thought off. Not now.

But as we kept dancing the thought was plaguing my brain. I sighed hoping I wouldn't regret my decision and started.

"Can I be honest to you?"

"Always."

"Promise you won't be mad?"

"You're worrying me-"

"Just- promise. Please."

"Alright, I promise"

"I- I appreciate you, so much." coward!

"I don't think you even know how much"

"Y/N..."

"No, I'm serious. You've helped me so much through the hardest points in my life." I said, suddenly glossy-eyed.

"You mean so much to me"

"Come on, that's what friends do. Right?"

"Yeah... friends"

"Now, come on this is a party let's not get all teary." She said, softly laughing and grabbing my hand to hold it. I blushed and smiled.

After the party eventually ended I went into my room and sat on the bay window.

'Maybe another time.' Once again, unconvincingly telling myself.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

1. — Final words

I slowly walked with the umbrella in my left hand, shielding myself from the cold trickles of water. My right hand held the single red rose I brought for her.

"Hey, Delia. Pretty gloomy today, huh?" I laughed dryly.

"I know this is the third day I'm coming here, but I just— I miss you. And, I really had to tell you something." A sigh left my lips before I spoke again.

"I can't believe it took me this long, but, here it goes... I love you. I love everything about you. Your smile, your confidence, how you hate to admit it but you love movie nights with the girls, the little concentration face you do when you make potions... everything about you. I wish I would've just said this sooner, really. It would've— It could've—" My breath hitched as I felt tears coming.

"It could've been so much better- well, that's if you love me back. I'd like to think you did.."

My heavy breathing filled the air as the puffs of my warm breath created puffs of clouds.

"Sometimes I'd like to think we met in a different dimension.... and I told you all the things I didn't mention."

My eyes brimmed with tears as my bottom lip began to quiver, it wasn't meant to be like this. This was never part of the plan. But I knew her. She would do anything to try and make the world better. Even if that meant sacrificing her life.

"Maybe in another lifetime" Were my final words, before I placed the delicate rose on the dewy soil in front of the stone, and walked away.

That night I fell asleep thinking about her, expecting nothing out of it. But I dreamt about her...

It was an empty ballroom, that's odd. I had realized the soft classical music playing, seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly I felt a soft tap on the back of my shoulder. Turning around I saw the all too familiar face of the blonde.

'I've been waiting for you.' She spoke softly. Her hands reached out to me, asking for a dance.

'Me too' I told her. I could feel threatening to spill. I stared at her for a while, taking in her presence. Then took her hands in mine.

We glided for what seemed to be hours to the soft music that vibrated through the walls.

At that moment I felt so content. Having her in my arms while she was smiling at me as if I was her whole world.

Of course, I knew this was a dream and that I'd wake up sooner or later. So, I told her all the things I didn't mention; A thousand "I love you"'s, her small quirks that I found adorable, her passion for gardening, her bravery.

Then... deja vu. this was like the dance all over again. Only, this time I did tell her.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

The dream felt like a sort of closure. Having her in my arms for the first and last time.

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mckennamayfairgoode · 3 years

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I See the Signs of a Lifetime, You ‘Til I Die

Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Clueless idiot thinks she’s undeserving; it's up to the Supreme to prove her wrong.

Warnings: Angst, yearning, insecurity, maybe a smidge of self-deprecation.

A/N: First time posting, first time writing for American Horror Story.

The title is from one of my favorite songs: “Don’t Delete the Kisses” by Wolf Alice.

She’s wearing black lace today. Black lace with a high collar that conceals the pale, tender flesh of her throat. You want to pull the fabric down with shaking hands, press your mouth against her skin, feel the thrum of her life beneath your lips. Your eyes linger like the spots in your vision when you’ve stared at the sun for too long.

She laughs suddenly, beautifully, sincerely, and you think your heart might combust right inside your chest. God, how you love her. Furiously and with every part of you. You want nothing more than to offer them to her. To get on your knees and hold them out like offerings to a goddess, but you know they are no good. They are worth nothing. It would be cruel to have her look upon the broken pieces and the ugly parts, to force sweet, kind, gentle Cordelia to throw them aside. In doing so, it would only serve to hurt her more than it would hurt you.

An elbow nudges you in the side.

Even though the action is gentle, you jerk as if you had been burned, turning to meet amused blue eyes. “Ya gonna keep starin’ at her, or finally do somethin’ about it?” Misty asks, leaning back against the counter behind you. Your arms brush and you absentmindedly lean into the contact.

Your eyes roll at her words. “We’ve already had this discussion,” you say.

“No, we haven’t. Every time I try to talk to you, you run away.”

“I don’t run away,” you insist under your breath. You resist the urge to look at the door, your fingertips tapping anxiously on the edge of the counter.

Misty shoots you a knowing look. “You were sayin’?”

You huff, turning your eyes downward and shrugging one shoulder like it’s no skin off your nose. Like Cordelia doesn’t have a permanent residence in your mind. Like your heart doesn’t beat in tune with hers. “She-” the lump forming in your throat catches the words in your mouth.

The secret must lie in your eyes because Misty wraps a hand under your chin, lifting your face so that your gazes can meet. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, Y/N/N,” she murmurs, just low enough for you to hear. Her eyes are earnest. She’s telling the truth so why don’t you believe her?

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to scream. You want to throw a tantrum just like the one you threw as a child from a broken home when you were told that your daddy wasn’t coming back and your mama didn’t want you and everything would be alright, but you need to quiet down now because the adults are talking. You want to scream just as you did when you were a child whose entire life had begun and ended in a hospital ward. You want to curl your hands into fists, stomp your feet into the floor, raise your face to the Heavens, and scream out as loud as your vocal cords will allow. There is something wrong with you, Cordelia does deserve better, and wanting to scream is better than not wanting to do anything at all. But you don’t say these things. Instead, like a moth drawn to a flame, you turn your head from Misty’s grip to meet Cordelia’s eyes and feel the scream die in your chest.

How long has she been watching? A part of your mind wonders. The other part, the largest part, is too lost in her eyes to wonder anything at all.

You can’t decipher the emotions there, but you want to. She glances at Misty then back to you before offering a smile. It is a sad smile, out of place on her lips. You can’t help but wonder how to make it real, how to make her face light up in the way you adore. When her nose crinkles and her eyes shine like the darkest embers of a sunrise. But before you can summon up the courage to do anything at all, you blink and she’s gone. You stare at the space where she had been and feel your heart deflate.

That night, you gaze at your reflection in the coffeemaker. You don’t know how long you have been standing there, hands braced against the counter as the thoughts of inadequacy and yearning turn around and around in your mind, a meaningless haze that only serves to remind you of what you already know. She could never love you. Not the way you love her: with everything and always and no one else ever again. Just her. Always, always, always.

“Are you going to drink any of that, or is it purely for decoration?” A voice asks teasingly from the doorway, startling you from your inner monologue.

You whirl around, your heart thudding in your ribcage. “Jesus, Delia,” you gasp, hand to your chest as it pounds.

She gives you an apologetic smile, the little one that forms when she’s faintly amused. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” she murmurs, not really sounding sorry at all. It’s late, the girls are asleep, and the moon shines like a spotlight through the kitchen window, but Cordelia is awake. Cordelia is here, in the kitchen, in that black lace dress with the skirt swishing delicately around her ankles as she steps further into the room.

“It’s okay,” you hear yourself say distantly. You look at her and you ache. God, how you ache for her. A sense of deja vu rushes over you as your eyes brush over the high collar of her dress. There’s a tiny black button just above her clavicle. A flick of your fingers and it would come free. The fabric would fall away and all you would have to do is- A gentle clearing of her throats grabs your attention, yanking you back to reality. You dart away like a spooked animal, heat gathering in your cheeks as you turn back around to your abandoned coffee. You don’t look into her face, too fearful of the expression you might find there.

There’s a brief pause. You can feel her eyes on your back; her presence behind you is nothing but a beacon to your weary heart. “Is everything alright?” she asks gently, concern lacing her voice just as you knew it would. Because Cordelia cares and loves and gives, no matter if she has anything left to offer. She is an angel and you are a street urchin, unloved and unwanted, insignificant and so very small where she is larger than life. She is your lighthouse at sea and you are the ship determined to crash into her shore even as she wards you away with beams of light and warnings as if to say, “Go, go on, you don’t belong here.”

You clutch at your coffee cup, empty still, and will your heart to stop beating so damn loud lest she hears it. “I can’t get you out of my head. Did you know that you live there? Do you know that I love you, love you, love you?” you think, but don’t say. “Just couldn’t sleep,” you mutter instead.

“You know you can talk to me, right, sweetheart?” Cordelia’s voice is closer now, husky and warm like a late-night campfire. Your body erupts in goosebumps at the sound of it so close to your ear. Her presence is warm against you as her arm reaches over your shoulder to the cabinet door, the action causing her breasts to press into your shoulder blades. Long, slender fingers reach for a coffee cup and you watch them intensely, aching, always aching. “Sweetheart?” She probes gently. Her lips brush your ear.

“I know,” you manage to whisper though the words come out shaky and you’re not sure the voice is your own. You will your body to move, but you are frozen in place. You are a statue at a museum for others to gawk and point at, for them to whisper around because you can’t tell anyone what they’re saying anyway. You are not a witch standing in the kitchen with your Supreme pressing you against the counter. You are not a girl hopelessly in love with the woman who saved her. You are not worthy. You are a statue.

A hand cups your cheek and turns your face so that you’re looking deeply into the most beautiful eyes of molten chocolate you have ever seen, and as they soften, as Cordelia looks at you like you are a seashell she found washed up along her shore, dirty and covered in sand but no less precious, you realize you might not be worthy in your eyes, but maybe you are worthy in hers. And for the first time since you met Cordelia and fell for her kind, sweet, beautiful nature, you feel hope bloom in your chest like the first flower in springtime. Just a sliver, but it is enough.

“I’m in love with you,” you whisper brokenly, uneven, trembling in her arms, the last leaf clinging to an autumn tree. Will I fall? You wonder. Will she catch me?

“I know,” she whispers back, her voice equally soft. Her thumb glides along the apple of your cheek and you can feel the cold metal of her rings pressing into your skin. Her eyes are warm, so warm you feel like you’re drowning in them. They dart between yours, shining brightly in the darkness of the kitchen. The moonlight turns the blonde hair curling around her shoulders into a beautiful silver sheen. She is ethereal. God, how you love her.

Her words finally register through the thick fog that currently surrounds your head. “You knew?” You stutter out, eyebrows pinching together as you search her face for a sign of disgust.

Cordelia nods, the corners of her mouth curling into a fond, loving smile. For you. “You’re not exactly subtle, sweetheart,” she teases, and a part of you relaxes because she knows you love her and she’s teasing you and her hands are still on your face and you hope, hope, hope. She tilts her head, searching your eyes, your heart, your soul. Her voice is tender, low, and loving when she speaks. “Did you know that I love you, Y/N?”

The breath knocks from your lungs and you’re left reeling, your eyes wide like a child’s. “What?”

“You heard me,” she responds simply. Her fingers curl around the back of your neck.

“But I’m not-” you begin to protest, but stop when her eyes harden, her eyebrows drawn together and determined. Worthy. Important. Deserving.

“You are,” Cordelia insists, watching as tears form in your eyes. She tightens her grip, leans down to bring you eye to eye. “You are everything to me.” She presses her forehead against yours. You can feel her breath on your lips. “Everything.”

Your heart does not ache.

It hopes.

Cordelia smells like the greenhouse, like flowers, like roses and daffodils and the sun, and you want to plant a seed in her heart so a tree can bloom from your love together. You reach up, hesitant, still trembling, and cup her face in your hands. Her cheeks are soft silk beneath your fingertips. She is porcelain but you know she will not break. “It’s okay,” she whispers against your mouth. “It’s okay.”

And then she kisses you.

Your heart is alive.

Your eyelashes flutter closed as you press against her, her hold on you tight and solid. Her hands are gentle, so gentle, always gentle as they grab you by your waist and lift you onto the counter. The action causes you to gasp into her mouth, her tongue sliding between your lips. You whimper into the kiss, fisting your hands into her hair, pulling her closer so that you can feel all of her and nothing else. She pulls away to breathe, but doesn’t stop kissing you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she murmurs against your mouth. Over and over again, once between each kiss she presses there, an offering for a goddess. For you.

“Show me,” you plead, your face wet with tears you don’t remember shedding. You clutch onto her like a lifeline as her lips find your cheek, your eyelids, your nose. You want to crawl into her heart and make a home there. Your mantra is a soft echo around the room: “Delia, Delia, Delia.”

Her hands cup your face tenderly. She looks into your eyes, her lips curling into your favorite smile. The one she reserves just for you and you wonder how you didn’t notice before. “Do you believe me now?” she asks.

A smile comes unbidden to your face. You can’t help it. Not with her looking at you like you are the world. “Yes.” Your breath shudders as it leaves your lips. You reach up, brush your nose along hers, your eyelashes fluttering as your lips graze. Your hands are shaking as you reach for the collar of her dress. With a flick of your fingers, you manage to undo the topmost button, the one right above her clavicle. You ease the material down her neck, your fingers gliding along her throat as more skin is revealed. She hums under her breath, the vibrations purring against your fingertips.

“I love you,” you whisper before you lean forward, press your mouth against her skin, and feel her life thrum beneath your lips.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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Haha okay but give me the Cordelia headcanons fr 🔫🔫

(referring to this post)

I've been wanting to write some headcanons on this for awhile now, so let's dive right in

Trans fem Cordelia Goode

Warnings: none

Let's start with her childhood

She was definitely the type of kid to dress up in her mom's clothes and get into her makeup

That probably pissed Fiona off (not that her kid was experimenting, but because they were using her stuff to do it)

Cordelia found her name while searching through one of Fiona's old baby names books

She chose it because it means "heart of a lion" in French

Fiona sent Cordelia to Miss Robincheaux's Academy at a very young age (she probably just dropped her off at the gates, I'm not gonna lie) so when Cordelia introduced herself to the other girls they happily accepted her

It was easy for her to blend in at first

If she grew out her hair and wore pretty dresses, she looked exactly like all the other girls

When she got to be around 11 or 12 is when her problems started

It had become more difficult to hide the fact that she was a girl trapped in a boy's body

Having no one else to turn to, she went to her Auntie Myrtle for advice

Myrtle told her she had suspected it the first time she arrived at the academy

"My dear Cordelia, I've known for quite some time, as your change in image was hard to ignore. Don't forget, I've known you since you were a baby. I can tell this change is good for you, as you've become more confident and hold yourself to a higher standard than you did when you were younger. I love you, Delia, and I will always be here should you need me. Never forget that."

Myrtle's accepting words and gentle tone of voice caused Cordelia to start crying as she was swept up in a big hug by the woman who she loved like a mother

After doing a bit of extensive research, Myrtle was able to find a potion that would block Cordelia's testosterone and give her a higher pitch in voice

She also came across a spell that would transform her physical appearance into a woman permanently, but Myrtle waited until she was older to cast it on her

Theory: the magic from the transformation spell used on Cordelia could sense that Hank was bad news, and shut down her reproductive organs because of it, causing her infertility

Cordelia being trans would explain why nobody thought of her to be the next supreme, because her testosterone dampened her magic when she was younger and it wasn't until the transformation spell was used on her that her body started producing estrogen properly

It could also explain how she knew about the effects testosterone has on warlocks' magic

I love to imagine Cordelia being an inspiration to young witches as one of the first openly trans supremes <3

#american horror story #ahs #ahs coven #american horror story headcanon #ahs headcanon #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #cordelia goode headcanon #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia goode imagines #cordelia foxx imagine #cordelia foxx imagines #cordelia foxx headcanon

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wipethetape · 3 years

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Cordelia Goode x Reader

A/N: a fluff i've decided to write to overcome my writing slump for months. please forgive me for my rusty writing. willing to accept feedback

Last week, Zoe and Madison persuaded Cordelia to rent an ice skating rink for the witches, in which they actually had a hard time talking her into it because Cordelia wants to include the younger ones, but Madison adamantly refuses to. You joined their conversation to stand with Madison (because her girlfriend, Zoe, snuck to your side and silently pleaded to help Madison) knowing the Supreme would allow it if there are more people who would want it that way.

She eventually agrees, and you're all supposed to go today. Cordelia keeps checking on the girls while you are waiting beside the car, leaning on the door. She made sure everyone brought everything they needed, and you made sure everyone was on board before getting inside.

While driving, you casually threw a glance on the passenger seat, and Cordelia was fidgeting her fingers while looking straight ahead on the road. The other girls in the back don't seem to notice it since they were all busy with each other, especially the girlfriends. You kept your attention on the wheels and would rather ask Cordelia what was bothering her later. You know she would gladly be thankful if you choose to ignore what you saw.

When you arrived, the girls hurriedly put their helmets and skates on before setting their foot on the rink. Laughs can already be heard from them when you just finished helping Cordelia fit and tie her shoes. You saw how she tried to let the other girls prepare for them not to see the later state the Supreme is in, struggling on how to put on the figure skates.

After assisting her, you tended to yourself and stood up when you were done. You noticed Cordelia wasn't moving from her seat so you stare at each other, then you offer your hand, which had confusion written on her face.

"Let me help you, Miss Cordelia."

Your eyes were inviting. The way you called her name with formality, she found it enticing. With your lips forming a curve that beams warmth, she takes your hand even if she feels embarrassed. You set your foot on the rink then slowly let her step on it as well.

"It seems like the Supreme isn't that much capable as what they projected you to be," your voice sounding a little louder than a whisper, with your teasing tone. You tighten your grip and make her touch the metal railing on her free hand so she can balance herself well.

"Your tone bothers me." Cordelia retorted, having the courage to gaze at you, knowing she would most probably crumble on your sight with the way you were holding her hand and assisting her.

You decided to ignore her remark because you knew how she was trying to redirect her frustrations at you. You instead instructed her to make small steps first so she can familiarize herself on how to skate.

"You're doing so well," you complimented. "Yes, slowly, great."

Cordelia felt like a child having someone older than her teaching her how to skate. She admits she has never tried this before, not even roller skating. Her mother never let her experience these things before, and she'd rather not too as well. That's why when Zoe and Madison tried to talk to her about it, she initially refused to.

You then asked her to glide, and she did without even falling. You don't know if it's because of her being the Supreme or she's generally skilled, but she learns pretty fast than you expected. Of course, she is the Supreme so it's a given that she's a fast learner, but it never crossed your mind that it would be this quick.

"Good. Now, we're going to learn how to stop. Remove your hand from the railings," you glided in front of her, "You can completely hold my hands if you don't feel comfortable not touching the railings," you encouraged. She obliged, grabbing your hand and gripping as if her life depended on it. You stifled a giggle on how you thought you can't run away from her hold even with multiple attempts.

"To stop, you need to bend your knees, turn the toes of your feet inwards, point your heels out, and push out on your heels. Try to steady after doing it, alright?" You said, gaining a nod from her.

You simply guided her and when you told her to stop, she almost succeeded but she lost her balance and dropped on the ice (butt first), causing you to wobble and almost fall but luckily didn't.

"Don't frown. It's normal to fall when you're skating. Even professionals still do every single time."

She lowered her head to hide the redness of her cheeks, "Your tone again. Don't laugh at me."

"I didn't," you smirked.

"No, you just did. You just suppressed it so I wouldn't feel that bad with you mocking me."

A small chuckle escaped since you couldn't stop it when Cordelia whined. You wonder if she would act the same way if she was brought to places to explore and discover hobbies when she was a teenager.

"That! Maybe this is why you insisted on helping me."

She raised her head and glared right at you. A grin made its way on your face, but soon vanished when your body moved on its own and you're now on eye level with Cordelia.

"You really used concilium on me? This is cheating, Miss Cordelia," you dramatically gasped, looking offended. Now it is Cordelia who is feeling smug after controlling your mind to make you fall on ice as well.

"You never get to tease me. And I can't possibly do your accusation. Now drop the act, Y/N."

"No, Miss Cordelia," stressing on the honorifics, "In fact, calling you Miss Cordelia brings me back to those times when you were asking me about helping you to court Misty. When I told you I was resigning as your assistant, you realized your heart belongs to m-"

"That's enough. Do you really want to travel past those memories?" Cordelia interrupted. With the way she looks at you, you can feel that she's also reminiscing about that day where she asked you to never leave her side. From that day, she courted you for months before asking your hand in marriage, in which you delightfully agreed. Zoe and Madison were the ones who arranged everything on the wedding according to the brides' suggestions, and Myrtle officiated your wedding.

You are still drowned in her eyes so Cordelia took the opportunity to squeeze her hands to your arms to help herself stand up and to remind you not to tease her again. You were immediately brought back to reality and saw her face above you when you gazed at her. You stood up, noticing the girls had already left the rink and were probably waiting in the car or went somewhere else.

"Those troublemakers. Madison probably forced them to leave the two of us alone and go bar hopping again."

Cordelia sighs. You lay your hand on her back and make gentle strokes. You are now sure why Zoe and Madison planned to only have the older witches go skating.

"Madison has always been that way, plus Zoe is the partner in crime. Coco loves to party, Mallory would join because of Coco, and Queenie hasn't joined them last time because she visited Misty. Let them be. We also got to enjoy our time after a long time, without interruptions from the students."

She looked partly swayed with what you told her. You held her hand and the both of you made your way back to the entrance to remove the gears and finally go home (she actually just used magic so you two could hurry home).

She leaned into your ear and whispered, "Don't think I forgot what you did earlier. You're still getting your punishment."

You smirked and you swear you saw how her pupils darkened when she mentioned it. She still never fails to amaze you in any way.

#ahs #american horror story #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx #cordelia foxx x reader #cordelia goode imagine #cordelia foxx imagine

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cabensonsgirly · 3 years

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👼Baby’s Got Trouble. Don’t Know How To Live. Don’t Want To Die. (Cordelia Goode)👼

Cordelia Goode x fem!reader

👼Part 6 of SP getting reader pregnant👼

👼Slice 4👼

Co-authored with @billiedeannovak

👼Wordcount: 2683👼

👼Posted on AO3: Read Here👼

👼Content: AU, angst, slow-burn, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, assistance with undressing, injury, character redemption👼

👼Your ribs were definitely broken, it explains why every breath hurt but once you were rested you would be able to heal yourself up and go on your way; move to a different area and go back undercover so you can take the hunters out from the inside like a parasite. Judging by the amount of blood on your shirt and the way it was torn up makes you think you’d sustained some rather deep wounds to your abdomen and torso. “Jesus fuck… This was my favourite shirt! Yves Saint Laurent goddamn it.” You let out a frustrated groan before wincing as another wave of pain hits you.👼

“Jesus fucking Christ you absolute slut, you vanish off the face of the fucking planet for years without telling anyon-“

“That kinda is what vanishing is about, Madison. When you vanish, nobody has any fucking clue. That’s how it works.”

“Shut your whore mouth! You fucking left! Left all of us! Left me! Your friend! Now you rock up back to the academy all fucked up and expecting everything to just go back to fucking normal! How fucking selfish are you!?” Madison screams at you, laying into you with her fists before storming out of the room you’re in. You couldn’t help but laugh at this because out of all the people to scream at you for being selfish, of course Madison would be the one to do it; the irony of which does not pass you by.

Each breath you took sent a shooting pain through your entire body, it was agony, but you were alive, and you were back where you belonged. You didn’t even know how they found you, the hunters, you were so deep undercover that you had started to forget who you actually were, yet somehow your cover was blown. But none of that mattered anymore because you had been found by a small group of witches who scared your attackers off before bringing you back to the academy. You just hoped they hunters weren’t stupid enough to follow.

Your ribs were definitely broken, it explains why every breath hurt but once you were rested you would be able to heal yourself up and go on your way; move to a different area and go back undercover so you can take the hunters out from the inside like a parasite. Judging by the amount of blood on your shirt and the way it was torn up makes you think you’d sustained some rather deep wounds to your abdomen and torso. “Jesus fuck… This was my favourite shirt! Yves Saint Laurent goddamn it.” You let out a frustrated groan before wincing as another wave of pain hits you.

“Yn… It’s you.”

Your breath catches in your throat upon the voice reaching your ears, you look up from your shirt and your eyes lock with the woman’s own eyes that you thought you’d never see again. The woman’s eyes that you find yourself getting lost in all over again. Seas of nothing but silken chocolate with flecks of gold flake swirled in that catch the light and glow unlike any other natural material. It was her, but her hair no longer fell in straight lines as if sticking to some unspoken rule her mother had imposed, no, her hair had life to it now as though each strand of molten gold was imbued with the energy of life itself. She was no longer the quiet, unsure of herself woman you knew all those years ago, she was confident and radiated nothing but pure power.

“Delia…” You reach your hand out for her but let it fall back to the bed when she doesn’t accept it. It hurt but you understood why she didn’t. She walks into the room, closing the door behind her before moving closer to you but just out of your reach. She clasps her hands together in front of her at her waist, opening her mouth to speak before closing it again and shaking her head. She chews on her bottom lip slightly and sighs quietly before speaking softly “why did you leave, Yn? Why- why did you leave me?”

You wrap an arm around yourself as you move to sit up, wincing in pain before you settle in a comfortable position against the headboard. “Delia-“

“No! You don’t get to come here covered in blood and beat up after fucking vanishing for years without even saying a goodbye to me and call me that! Years, Yn! Do you know how many weeks I spent worrying about what happened to you!? Do you know all the thoughts that came to mind about what could have happened to you? I looked in this fucking room to see if there was even the slightest clue as to what happened to you and where you went. All there was was a stupid dent and some blood. Nothing else. Not even a fucking note.”

Cordelia lets out an incredulous laugh and runs a hand through her hair before pacing. “My own mother told me I was foolish for still caring about you after you vanished. She said that why would you stay for someone like me. And you know what, I didn’t want to believe her. I didn’t. But as the weeks turned into months, I started to believe that she was right. I started to believe that you had left because of something I did. So, I accepted that and moved on. I fell in love with someone else. I got married. I tried starting a fucking family. But that all fell through because my mother was right, I have a shit ability when it comes to judging people.”

You open your mouth to speak but the glare Cordelia shoots at you makes the words die in your throat. “The only good thing that came from any of this was me becoming the Supreme. So, tell me, yn, why you left. Tell me why you left me.”

You move your arm to wipe the tears from your eyes, guilt starting to eat away at your insides as you watched the beautiful goddess before you crumble and fall. “I- I didn’t leave because of anything you did, Cordelia. I wouldn’t leave you if I had a choice- no, please let me speak. I know we all have a choice to make, we always have a choice but this time I really didn’t. I wanted to stay. But-“

The door to the room swings open to reveal Fiona, somehow not aging a single day since you left. “She left because of me, Cordelia.” You shake your head and look down at your hands, the door clicking shut behind Fiona as she enters. “Fiona-“ The older woman waves you off “You’ve served your sentence you witch bitch. It’s time I start mine.”

Cordelia turns to face her mother, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before her face contorts into an expression of anger. “She left because of you!? You told me that you had nothing to do with it!” Fiona gestures for Cordelia to sit down on your bed before she takes the seat next to it, crossing one leg over the other. “It was for everyone’s safety, Cordelia.” The blonde scoffs and shakes her head, mumbling “unbelievable.”

Fiona lets out a long sigh, taking out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a long drag from it then exhaling as she speaks, “After your witch in shining armour and I had a little run in, hence the dent and blood on the wall… I returned to her later that evening because she was the only one capable of doing what was needed. Yn is- was, a nobody which means she is best suited for undercover work because nobody knows her outside of this place. She’s the reason that after Hank, nobody else came. She took them out from the inside until someone snitched, and here she is.”

Cordelia looks at you, an indiscernible expression on her face “you knew about Hank?” You nod and look down at your hands “I did. Fiona told me about what happened, so I asked around to see what the plan was, I found out they were going to storm the place… So I went about spreading misinformation, and managed to get a large number of them to stop hunting before things went wrong. Cordelia” you look at her, your eyes glistening “if I had known about him before he crossed your path, I would have made sure he never went near you. I would have stopped him from breaking your heart…”

The room falls silent, the only sound that could be heard were the faint conversations between the other girls down the hall, and the sounds of bird song coming in from outside. Cordelia took your appearance in for the first time since seeing you, only now just seeing how worse for wear you are; you had superficial cuts on your face, your clothing was stained with blood and dirt, your skin was littered with bruises, and you looked like you hadn’t washed in days. But the one thing that hurt her most was despite how vulnerable you looked, you still managed to look at her like she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Fiona put out her cigarette before standing up, she gave you a small nod “it’s good to have you back, Yn. I’ll leave you and Cordelia alone, and tell the other girls not to disturb you both.” She smiles a bit at her daughter before leaving the room, the door clicking quietly behind her.

“I’m so-“ You shake your head, giving Cordelia a sad smile as you reach to take her hand in yours gently, wincing at overextending yourself “You have nothing to be sorry for, Cordelia. I should have left a note or- or just something so you knew I was safe and- and that I hadn’t left because of you. Why would I want to leave the one woman who has always seen the good in me from the moment we first met despite you hardly knowing me? I’d be a fool if I ever wanted to leave you.”

She blushes lightly and dips her head so her hair forms a curtain to hide the blush and shy smile from you. “I- I think I’m the fool for doubting how much I mean to you.” You bring her hand to your lips and kiss the back of it softly “you are never the fool, Cordelia.” Cordelia tucks her hair behind her ear as she looks at you “I think we’ll both be a fool if we let you go around smelling like a sewer rat.” She bites her lip to stop herself from laughing but fails miserably, the melodic sound falling from her plump lips, bringing a smile to your own and laughing before wincing in pain “I don’t- Nope- Nope, I really do smell quite bad.”

She stands up and offers you her hands to help you to your feet before wrapping one of your arms around her shoulders as she walks with you to the door where she opens it before leaving. “We’ll use my bathroom because it will be quieter, and I doubt you want another earful from one of the girls.” You nod and lean on Cordelia as she helps you to her ensuite bathroom, helping you sit down on the edge of the bath. “I- I can bathe myself you know. I may have a few broken ribs and some gnarly cuts but-“

Cordelia looks at you with an eyebrow raised as if daring you to continue but you just shake your head, blushing profusely. “I’m sure you can bathe yourself but you’ve just come back from lord knows where and you’ve had a long day and I-“ Now it was her turn to blush profusely. She shakes her head and moves to turn the bath on, adding a few oils and flowers to the steaming water before she takes out a plush towel and puts it to the side then turns the water off.

You stand up and grimace as you start to undo your clothing, Cordelia gently swats your hands away, saying softly “let me do that, sweetheart” as she undoes the buttons on your ruined shirt before carefully sliding it off you. Your breath catches each time her fingers brush against your exposed skin, the simple action setting you alight. She moves her hands to undo the button of your jeans before sliding the zipper down then pulling them down “sit back down on the edge of the bath, it’ll be easier for you that way.” You nod and sit back down, lifting your legs slightly so she can pull your jeans off completely, placing it on top of your ruined shirt.

Usually you would feel extremely self-conscious if someone was able to see you without clothing on but you never felt uncomfortable around Cordelia. You lift your hips and pull your underwear down before she pulls them off and puts them in her laundry basket. “I- I’m not going to- to keep them or anything I just thought you need rest ins-“ You giggle softly “Cord-“ She looks at you and says quietly “You- you can call me Delia again if you want…” You blush “Delia- Delia, I didn’t think you’d keep them. I…really appreciate you helping me.”

She smiles softly “it’s the least I can do.” She moves closer to you and reaches behind you to unclip your bra before sliding it down your arms then off. Cordelia then takes your hand and helps you sink into the bathtub, a content groan falling from your lips as the hot water eases the ache in your body. You lean back in the tub, your eyes falling shut as you soak in the wonderfully scented water, the flower and oil mixture soothing the sting of your cuts and the tenderness of the bruises.

Cordelia grabs a facecloth and soaks it in the water before squeezing the water out on your head, wetting your hair before she starts to wash it gently. “I never thought I’d see you again, Yn. It was heartache I hadn’t felt in a long time… I thought being with Hank would somehow make it easier for me to move on but then that relationship was a lie from the start…” She rinses the soap from your hair before adding conditioner to it, moving to start washing your arms. “You have no idea how much I wish I had told you how I felt, but it felt inappropriate because I was your teacher… I didn’t want you to feel like you had to like me back or else I’d kick you out or something ridiculous. Myrtle let me know how stupid I was from stopping myself from being happy.”

You open your eyes to look at her, a few tears spilling onto your cheeks “Delia… I- I wish I had been honest too, but- but like you, I didn’t say anything because it didn’t feel appropriate…” You smile sadly and move your hand to cup her cheek tenderly, speaking softly “I never stopped thinking about you… I- I never stopped loving you Cordelia.” She rests her hand over yours against her cheek, leaning into your touch, her eyes fluttering shut briefly “please… please don’t say that if- if you don’t mean it. I can’t handle the hurt again,” she whispers, her eyes opening to meet yours again.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it… like a knife in the woods, you hunt down the good in me. Even though I left without saying anything, I could still feel you with me- feel that you still saw me as a good person and…that kept me going.” You lean in, eyes glancing at her lips then back into hers “I… I don’t think I stopped loving you either, Yn” she whispers back before capturing your lips in a kiss.

You sigh into the kiss, enjoying how soft her lips feel against yours and how smoothly they glide over yours. You move your hand from her cheek to the back of her head, tangling in her silken locks as you deepen the kiss, moaning softly as you feel her tongue slide against yours. She pulls back slowly, placing small pecks on your lips as she does so, her eyes opening to meet your own, you both have a lightly flushed face. “Was it worth the wait, Delia?”

She laughs lightly and pushes your face away from her gently “I think you already know the answer, but yes, it was worth the wait. You’re always worth the wait.”

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