#just want to be facing down a coven of witches running a dance academy with my bestie!!!
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Jealousy (A.M-R)-(C.G)
You are a witch and dating Ally, Cordelia comes to visit you for awhile and some jealousy ensue and Cordelia's old crush on you appears again. Hmm, I dunno where I want to go with this or maybe make it a multi part fic series or a part book but this idea just randomly popped up in my messy head space.
You let out a frustrated groan, (e/c) snapping open when the black candles blew our for no reason, glaring down at the circle of the black candles, scrunching up your face as the last wisp of their smoke vaporised into nothingness.
"What's wrong?" Ally asked curiously, tearing her brown eyes away from the book she was reading to look at you sitting on the floor a few feet away from the comfy black sofa she's laying on.
You rubbed at your forehead before looking to your girlfriend.
"I'm not sure...Just feeling a little shifting in my powers and I can seem to focus. That only-." You suddenly cut yourself off as you perked up at feeling a familiar warm yet distant presence lurking about.
"What is it?" Ally asks, sitting up completely after she noticed your sudden perking up for no reason.
"No way, that can't be." You tried to reason with yourself but you couldn't for long as the familiar feeling suddenly grew stronger.
"Delia!" You smiled and jumped up, not caring when you knocked over the dead candles and making a run for the front door, a startled Ally left sitting on the couch as she watch you run from the living room.
"What the actual fuck?" Ally asked to herself, dropping her book on the sofa and bolting up as you slammed the door open with a bang.
Your excitement grew when you see that feeling of a familiar powerful yet warm presence infact came from who you thought it would be.
"Delia!?" You exclaimed happily and ran towards the blonde Supreme that is smiling brightly, arms held open in waiting.
"Yes, my little witch. It's me." Cordelia said softly, arms wrapping around you tightly yet comfortably as you finally crashed into her, her excitement to finally see and feel you clear.
You tightened your hold on her waist and buried your hands into her blonde locks as she held you, not wanting to let you go ever again.
"Not that I'm not super glad to see you again but what are you doing here?" You pulled your head from her shoulder to look her in the eyes.
The blonde Supreme shot you a sharing smile as she made eye contact with you, rubbing a hand up your spine, amusement filling her when she felt you shiver against her, a slight pink dusting your cheecks.
"I came to visit you for awhile. I haven't seen you in ages and I've mi-" suddenly the blonde was cut of by a voice.
"(Y/N)? Who is this?" Ally asked tentatively, trying not to focus on the way the blonde is holding you.
You pulled away completely from the blonde and turned to face your girlfriend, one hand flying up to rub at your neck nervously as pink dusted your cheecks more.
"O-Oh, this is Cordelia, my Supreme." You explained.
Ally raised a dark eyebrow at this. "Your Supreme? What is a Supreme excatly?" She questioned, moving towards your side and gripping your arm with her, her free hand interlocking with yours as she glared at blonde witch in front of you, taking notice of the way the witch glared at her too.
"Well, a Supreme is a coven leader. She's my coven leader." You explained, rubbing circles on Ally's soft hand in yours, not taking notice of the way the two are glaring at each other.
Cordelia smiled at you when you looked back at her, her hands crossing over the other, not liking the jealous feeling crawling up on her when Ally have arrived.
"And Cordelia, this is Ally my girlfriend and Ally this is Cordelia." You introduced the two to each other happily.
"Pleasure to meet you." Cordelia forced a smile, hand moving to shake Ally's.
"Hmm, I can say the same. She talks about you a lot and I've once seen you on TV. " Ally spoke, not bothering to shake hands with the witch, her grip on you tightening.
You choose to ignore this before you decide to spoke up. "Wanna come inside for some coffee?"
Cordelia let her hand fall back to her side and gave you another warm smile.
"I would love to darling." She said adoringly, adding the pet name to work on Ally's nerves, a smirk tugging on her lips as pink rise to your cheecks once again.
You pulled away from Ally and made your way back inside with the older two women following close behind you.
As you entered the living room once again you gestured Cordelia to sit down on one of the comfortable back sofas, please the one you've been leaning back against when you were practicing your spells and magic.
Cordelia smiled when she saw the knocked down candles on the floor along with, jewels and some plants.
"I see you're still practicing your magic." She commented, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she looked up at you after sitting down on the sofa.
"Yeah. I would hate it if my powers would flake out when I stop and maybe land in a situation where I'd have to use them and I can't have my powers weak then...not like last time." You muttered the last part mostly to yourself but both the older women heard you and Cordelia gave you a sympathetic smile.
"I'm gonna go make some coffee. I'll be right back." You excused yourself and speedily walked out of the room, willing yourself not to look weak in front of them.
They both watched you leave before Ally turned back to Cordelia.
"What does she mean by that?" The brunette questioned curiously.
Cordelia only raised an eyebrow at the woman. "I'm probably shouldn't tell you that. I feel like she must tell you that herself."
Ally leaned back against the sofa she's sat on and rolled her eyes at the blonde. "Fine, if you say so. Not that she talk too much of her life back at that academy and before that. I'm still curious but she push me away when I try to ask her of her past and how it have changed her."
Cordelia gave her a tight lipped smile, unsure of what to say. She knew all too well what have happened and what you've been through over the past years, including the few years before she found you and Mila and brought you to the academy.
"She'll talk when she feels she wants to, she hates talking of bad things that have happened, and yeah she does push people away when they pressure her too much, and she have changed indeed but she's still herself in a way." The blonde,please woman played with the ruffles in her black skirt before bending forward and pick up one of your black candles.
Ally only watched the witch from the corner of her eye, feeling jealous and somewhat sad that the older blonde seem to know almost everything about you while she only knows a bit. She was even more curious than before, desperate even to find out what you hide behind that hot-cold facade but she also fear to push too much and receive the more cold side than the warm side of your persona.
Cordelia smiled fondly when as she swirled the familiar black candle with silver engraves between her slender fingers, remembering the time she gave them to you as a gift after a particular hard time and you've been obsessed over them and not using them too much.
"How long were she at the academy after you've found her?" Ally questioned.
Cordelia looked back up at the woman, a blank look once again on her face. "Six and a half years. She's was one of the youngest I've taken in at the time back then."
Ally turned her attention to the blonde completely. "Can't you tell me just a little bit more about her past? You seem to know everything about her."
Cordelia could clearly hear the jealousy the other woman is trying to hide, but she could also not deny being a little jealous of your girlfriend, she could almost kich herself for not making a move on you earlier before you left the academy after everything.
"All I'm going to say is she was quite broken and lost and became quite a troubled teen and got into a...whole lot of trouble with Madison most times but I've managed to mostly pull her away from that path." The Supreme gave very little detail and she could tell it irked the brunette but she was not one to spill out your past and secrets without your consent.
Just as Ally went to ask more questions you entered the living room with the coffee, choosing to sit down next to Cordelia as the blonde thanked you warmly as she take the coffee, tingles dancing up your spine as her soft skin brush up against your hand.
Ally frowned at this, the nasty feeling of jealously rearing it's ugly head as she gripped her coffee mug, ignoring the searing burn it caused to her soft skin. She just didn't like the witch all that much near you and she could clearly see the way the blonde is adoringly looking at you and they way her hand had linger a few seconds to long for her comfort on your hand when she took her coffee from you.
"Thank you darling." Cordelia cooed, a smile on her lips as she too a sip of her coffee. "You remembered just the way I like my coffee.
A hint of a blush dusted your cheeks once again at her praise.
"Yeah, how can I ever forget simple things such as that?"
Ally smile a bit when she hear you say that, she knows it's quite true that you always take notice of small details of how people like things a certain way and memorize them as if it's the most natural thing to do.
Cordelia smirked to herself after noticing the faint blush on your cheeks, leaning closer to you and take in a breath of that all too familiar comforting scent of your peaches and cream body wash you loved to use.
You could feel your heartbeat pick up it's rate when she did that, knowing she used to do that back at the academy after you've taken a shower or a bath, claiming that the soft scent brought her some comfort and calm.
Ally glared at the blonde coldly, having taken notice of her not so subtle gesture.
"What spell have you been practicing." The blonde suddenly asked you, gesturing towards the black candles with one had that isn't holding her cup.
You shrugged. "Just a small black magic spell, nothing too big but...my senses and powers completely flaked when I sensed your presence nearby."
Cordelia looked at you curiously. "What do you mean by that? You powers were mostly fine back at the academy even with me around you."
You rubbed at your neck nervously again before looking up at her again, picking up the candle your candle that she have putted on the sofa.
"I'm not sure. Sometimes they've gone a bit weaker and sometimes a bit stronger with you near." You swirled the candle around in your hand, looking down at it.
Cordelia hummed, a look of confusion and curiosity crossing her face.
"Interesting. Why haven't you mentioned that back at the academy?" She questioned, one of her hands moving to lay against your jean cladded leg.
Ally glared at the blondes hand, her knuckles turning white from the grip on her mug, almost certain the mug may crack under the pressure, trying to focus in the conversation you and Cordelia are having and resisting the urge to just tear you away from the other woman.
"I don't know. I just thought it wasn't something serious and ignored it." You explained, eyes back on the radiant blonde next to you.
Cordelia hummed once again.
"Did that only happen when I was near or around others too?" She questioned and you could only wonder why she seems so curious about that.
"No, just when you are near. It's kinda like a magnetic push and pull type of way it felt like." You explained, goosebumps appearing on your skin as she squeezed your leg softly.
"I'll have to ask Myrtle about that, maybe she'll know a thing or two about that. You should come visit the academy and find out what it is. And to also see the others again, they miss you and I miss having you around there to make the days more bearable." Cordelia watched your emotions carefully, knowing how to read you like a open book after mastering it over the years getting to know you.
You looked down for a moment before making eye contact with her again, ignoring the twinkle in her eyes and shrugging it off as the light playing tricks.
"I'll think about. It would be nice to see the others again too and I do miss them a lot too...and you." Yous said the last part so softly Cordelia could barely hear it.
Cordelia felt a spark running through her, almost wanting to engulf you in a hug and never let go again as the two of you shared intense eye contact for a moment until Ally cleared her throat, drawing both your attention to her.
"Sorry." You said sheepishly before getting up from the sofa and walking over to Ally, sitting next to her.
Your girlfriend waste no time in pulling you into her and planting a wet heated kiss against your lips that have you letting out a low moan.
Cordelia could only watch in jealousy, a sense of longing hitting her hard, wishing she was the one kissing you and be able to tear moans from you in this way and also in a whole other dirty way.
After pulling away from the kiss, Ally looked at her smugly as you leaned into the brunette weakly, a whine leaving your mouth, wanting more of her lips but opting to peck a few wet kisses against her soft neck until you remember that Cordelia is here, seeing the whole show and that have you pulling away from your girlfriend with a blush but Ally only held you to her side tightly, kissing the top of your head while making eye contact with the Supreme, the blonde only narrowing her eyes at the woman.
"I must really get going. I just wanted to check up on you." Cordelia said as she got up.
You got up too along with Ally and you walked over to Cordelia and pulled her into a hug.
"Remember to come and visit us and to hear what Myrtle have to say." The blonde said in your ear, a shiver running down your spine as her breath hit your skin.
"I certainly will do so." You said and pulled away from the hug.
Ally took your hand and walked out of this house with you behind Cordelia, watching as you waved bye to the Supreme with your free hand just before she disappeared into thin air.
"Let's go and have some fun baby. I'm so wet for your touch." Ally whispered in your ear, nipping at your neck making you let out a moan.
You eagerly nod your head and pulled her inside of the house.
Once inside Ally slammed the door shut and pushed you up against the wall and proceed to immediately kiss at your neck, one of her legs forcing itself between yours and rubbing against your center, a moan falling from you as bucked your hips forward, trying to get more pressure on your center.
Ally smirked against your neck before sinking her teeth into your soft flesh, immediately drawing a strangled yelp mixed with a moan as she soothed the skin with her tongue.
"Shit Ally." You hissed out, your hands moving to grip her hips after slipping it underneath her grey jumper and digging your nails into her soft skin.
The older woman only chuckled against your skin, a spark of excitment running down her body all the way to her already heated core at the way you are gripping her hips as she left a few more hickeys on your neck before slamming her mouth against yours in a bruising way.
You knew you were in for a wild time at the way she's claiming your lips, her tongue buried in your mouth and battling with yours heatedly, her grip on the back of your neck and hip firm as she rubbed her leg up your clothed center.
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I'm not sure why the hell I came up with that idea and I know it's shitty but whatever, spend too much time writing it and I don't want to delete it. And not sure where I want to go with this or if I should continue this part into more parts. I know this part is a whole lot shorter but yeah I write smuty parts longer than non smut. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue this messy and shitty fic into more.
#cordelia goode x reader#sarah paulson x reader#ally mayfair richards x reader#wilhemina venable x reader#ahs imagine
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Let’s Have A Baby; Part III
Cordelia x Reader
Warnings: Not many just some office sex, NSFW
Summary: Pick up from Part II, featuring a quickie in Cordelia’s office and you tell the girls the big news!! Working on the next part now! I have some big plans for this series, and now that I have my head in the game, I can really get to writing.
Taglist: @scarlspookyszn @cordeliafoxxe @goodeday2u @cordeliasprincess @supremeinlilac
Cordelia all but danced out of the doctor's office, and the air around you seemed to be thinner. The two of you just sat in the unstarted car, in silence, for almost 15 minutes. Your wife continuously repeating, "We're having a baby." A few tears falling from her eyes as she smiled, looking off into the distance. "We were gonna be parents", you thought to yourself as Cordelia leaned over and grabbed each side of your face. She kissed you rough, taking your bottom lip in between her teeth and letting her tongue gain entrance to your mouth.
You let the tears fall from your eyes as your emotions overwhelmed you, and Cordelia inched her face away from yours and brought her thumbs up to wipe your tears. "Have you figured out how we're going to tell the girls?" She said as she fixed herself in her seat and put her seatbelt on while starting the car. "Yeah, I think I have the perfect idea. Stop at the store on the way home." You said as you put your seatbelt on and the car pulled out of the parking lot.
At the grocery, you urged Cordelia to stay in the car as you ran inside to gather a few things. When you were done, you went back out to the car and the two of you headed back to the Academy. Cordelia had some things to finish up before the weekend, so she locked herself in her office for most of the day when you got home. That left you with plenty of time to get everything ready for the reveal. You took the supplies up to your bedroom and headed back down into the kitchen to break into the expensive wine cooler.
Grabbing a bottle, you headed back to the bedroom, but Zoe stopped you in the hallway. "Hey, is everything okay with you and Cordelia? I don't mean to pry I just-" you cut Zoe off and chimed in, "It's no problem, Zoe. Yes, we are fine. We've just been dealing with a few things, but don't worry. After dinner tonight, we will let all of you know what's been going on." With that she nodded and smiled, looking down at the bottle in your hand before walking away. When you finished, you went back downstairs and decided to check on Cordelia and see if she needed anything.
You knocked on her office door and waited a second before walking in. Cordelia was sitting at her desk, glasses on her nose and a pencil in her hand; she was deep in thought. "Just thought I would see if you needed anything." You said softly, not wanting to startle her. Cordelia leaned back in her chair and set her pencil down on the desk. "You know, there is one thing I could go for right now." She said as you made you way closer to her desk "And what would that be?" you asked as she motioned for you to come around and sit on her lap. "You." she said as she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you down.
"Shouldn't I lock the door?" you asked as your wife traced her fingers along the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. "No one is going to bother us." Cordelia mumbled softly as she snaked her arms around your back to undo your bra and tossed it to the side. You could feel her breath, hot against your skin, as she kissed the center of your chest and teased around your nipples. "On the desk." She ordered and you obeyed almost immediately.
You undid the button on your pants and shimmied out of them as you hopped on the desk, positioning yourself in front of your lover. Cordelia grabbed your legs and put each one on side of her on the arm rest, and leaned forward in her chair. She raked her fingernails on the outside of your thigh and moved slowly toward your center as a soft moan escaped your lips. The tip of Cordelia's tongue teased at your folds and you leaned back, using your arms to hold yourself up.
You bit your lips to hold back your moans as your wife flicked at your sensitive bud. She knew just the right way to send you over the edge, and she was using it to her advantage. "Does this feel good, baby girl?" She asked as she used a finger to tease at your dripping entrance. "Mhmm." You mumbled as you bit harder at your lip, feeling your arousal growing stronger.
With a gentle glide, Cordelia had pushed her fingers inside you, curling them slightly to hit your sweet spot. Your body jolted beneath you as she continuously poked at your g-spot. She brought her mouth back down to your core and matched the pace of her tongue with her thrust. Choking back your moans, you threw your head back as your orgasm washed over you.
You legs and body shook as Cordelia rested her fingers inside you and let you slowly ride out your wave. You noticed Cordelia looking at you with her bottom lip between her teeth. "I've made quite a mess, baby girl. Clean me up." She said as you slowly hopped off the desk and kneeled down between her legs while she wiggled out of her pants. With her legs spread open and propped on the desk, you could see her arousal dripping between her legs. You gathered some on your tongue before licking up her slit, moaning at the taste of your lover.
"No teasing, baby. I need you now." Cordelia said as she grabbed a handful of your hair and held you in place, so you wasted no time lapping at her clit over and over again. Soft, quiet moans escaped her lips causing the heat to build up inside you again. Within a few minutes, Cordelia released her grip from your hair and grabbed on to the arms of her chair; she started grinding against your tongue, and, before long, her orgasm washed over her. Once her breathing steadied, Cordelia leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours.
A knock on the door pulled you both out of the moment. You looked at Cordelia, who was just as surprised as you, but quickly saved the moment by saying, "I'm a little busy, I'll be out in a minute." Zoe immediately replied from behind the door, "Just letting you know that dinner is ready." You suddenly remembered the bottle of wine in your room and got up to grab your clothes. "Okay thank you, Zoe." Cordelia called out as the two of you got dressed. When Zoe walked off, you used the opportunity to run back to your bedroom and grab the wine before meeting everyone in the dining room.
Dinner went by quick, and the time had come for you to make your announcement. You looked up at Cordelia before getting up and heading to the kitchen to get the bottle, returning to hear Cordelia speaking. "As you all know, we have been really busy lately, and we haven't really had the time to let you know what's going on." She looked over at you, and you took over. "We didn't really know how to tell you, but, hey, can't go wrong with a little wine." you said as you placed the wine on the table with a small card attached to the top.
Coco was the first one to grab the bottle and detach the card. "Read it out loud." Zoe said as she leaned in to try and see what was written. With small tears in her eyes, Coco began reading, "The Supreme doesn't get a glass today, but that's okay. We have us a little witch on the way." A burst of cheers and congratulations rang through the dining room as you and Cordelia were bombarded with hugs. "I am so excited to have a baby around the house." Misty said as she kissed your cheek and made her way to your wife to do the same.
Zoe and Coco had walked back into the room with a bunch of wine glasses, and began pouring glasses for everyone. When everyone had a glass, Coco raised hers in the air before speaking up, "I'd like to make a toast, to the best Supreme this coven has ever had, and the soon to be spoiled little baby on the way."
The wine went fast and the laughs came ever faster as the night eventually came to an end. "That was a great idea, Y/N. I'm so glad the girls are as excited as we are." Cordelia said as you were getting ready for bed. "Me too. I can't wait to meet our little bean." you said crawling into bed. "I can't either, however, I can wait on looking like a beach ball." Cordelia said as she crawled in beside you and cuddled close to you. "Shut up, you'll be the most beautiful beach ball." you said as you kissed her softly on her forehead. "I love you so much, Y/N." "I love you too, Delia."
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Sara Goode-Day
Zoe BensonXOC!, Cordelia GoodeXOC!Daughter!, Misty DayXOC!Daughter! In this Cordelia and Misty went to school together and later became married and had a daughter. Misty is still the fun Stevie nicks loving character we know. This takes place after the events in season three just slightly different. Sara looks like Misty in the form on her hair and nose. Her eyes however come from Cordelia. Her personality is this perfect mix of Cordelia and Misty.
~Her Outfit~
I sighs as I walk through the halls of Robichaux academy. It makes only two weeks ago that my mother, Misty, had become lost in the depths of hell. I can’t even begin to explain how much I miss her. She taught me how to spin like Stevie nicks does and even gave me one of her shawls!
My other mother, Cordelia, has risen as Supreme and has opened the doors of the school to other girls who need to learn to control their magic. I know mom misses mama she just hasn’t talked to me about it.
anyway mom called me, Zoe, and Queenie to meet in Queenie’s room as she needs to talk to us so that is where I am headed. As soon as I enter the room I see Zoe and Queenie standing by the window looking out.
I walk over and look out to see at least a hundred if not more girls lined up waiting to come in. Zoe smiles at me and grabs my hand giving it a squeeze. I smile and squeeze her hand back.
“The lines around the block!” Zoe says causing me to laugh lightly “the real question is where are we gonna put all of these girls?” I ask just as mom walks in the room smiling “we’ll buy more houses if we have to” Mom says looking over all three of us.
“You three are powerful witches with more skill and confidence than I had for much of my life. I need you three to help me fulfill the promise of all this coven can be. A place to protect, develop, and celebrate witches. You will not only be my right hands. You will be my council. What do you say?” Mom questions looking between all three of us.
Queenie and Zoe smile. “I got your back!” Queenie says while grabbing moms hand. Mom looks to Zoe next who grabs Queenie’s hand “I’d be honored” Zoe says causing mom to lightly laugh.
I look up from where my eyes were starring at my feet and make direct eye contact with mom. I smile and grab her hand “I would love to” I add looking around the small circle with a smile.
“Should we open the doors?” Zoe asks nodding her head towards the window. “Not yet. I have two things to handle real quick.” Mom says and pulls at my arm signaling me to follow.
As we both walk out of the room and into the hall mom turns around and pushes some of my hair out of my face. “Did you need something mom?” I ask searching her face for some kind of sign.
“Sara, I know I haven’t talked to you about what happened with mama and I know it hurts you to not have me even though you need me so I wanted to say I am sorry” Mom says as tears come to both of our eyes.
“I know you didn’t mean to and I also know you need time to heal too. I am not hurt by you distancing yourself slightly. There is no reason to apologize for something out of your control. I will be okay!” I say as a few tears slip from my eyes causing mom to wipe them away and pull me in for a hug.
“god when did you become so wise? I will always be here for you so if you ever need to talk just come find me” Mom says squeezing me a little tighter. “I will mom. I will.” I say and release from the hug.
“Don’t you have something else you need to do?” I ask causing mom to smile and nod. “Something tells me you grandmother isn’t dead after all” Mom says and walks away.
Suddenly I feel a set of arms wrap around my waist and a kiss pressed to my shoulder. “What did Cordelia need?” Zoe asks as I turn around “she wanted to talk about mama being gone” I say causing Zoe to smile sadly.
“If you ever need to talk I am here” Zoe says moving some hair from my face. I rest my hands on her hips as she puts a hand on my cheek and kisses me. “Thank you” I whisper against her lips as I rest my forehead on hers. “Cut it out lovebirds and come one!” Queenie says causing us to laugh and walk down the stairs.
As the girls come in and gather around mom starts talking to them.
“ Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies was established as a premiere girls' finishing school in 1790. Afterwards, it came under new management. Our management. We survived. Up until now, that's all we've done. But as I look at your faces-- all of those beautiful, all of those perfect-- I know together... we can do more than survive. It's our time to thrive.” Mom explains when one of the girls raises her hand.
“What's a Supreme?” she asks causing Zoe, Queenie, and I to look at each other. “You're looking at her” I say motioning up to mom causing my mother to smile at me.
~Five Years Later~
~Her New Outfit~
I suppose a little information would be nice about what has happened over the past five years. Well, to start, Zoe and I, around a year ago, got engaged and are patiently waiting to get married.
Queenie is all excited because she gets to travel to L.A. to be on some game show. We have all grown as witches and have learned so much. Queenie, Zoe, and I all teach classes at the school and Mom even asked me to become headmistress.
For now I am learning how to do that as well as teach classes. Currently I am talking with Queenie about her trip with a few other girls. Mom is showing around a new student named Mallory.
“Guess who's going to Hollywood!” Queenie says causing me to laugh as mom and Mallory walk in.“You are.” Mom says chuckling and looks over to me and smiles
“Yes. I just got my tickets for The Price is Right 'cause it's Plinko all day, ho. And I found a really cute hotel. It's, like, old, but it's just been renovated, - and it's downtown. It's kind of..” Queenie explains but soon gets interrupted by Mallory yelling out “No! I know I don't know you well, but... you don't want to stay downtown” Mallory explains
“Who's this?” Queenie asks looking to her “Hi. I'm Mallory” Mallory says causing me to smile. “Queenie.” Queenie says.
“This is Mallory, and it's her first day. Mallory this is Sara my daughter” Mom explains as Queenie nods her head at the first part. “Welcome!” I say as I walk closer to the three witches.
“I've just heard the traffic in L.A. is brutal, and it would take you over an hour to get to the beach” Mallory explains but I feel like something is off about her.
"Right, yeah. Uh... I'm not gonna fly , miles just to see highway. I guess I'll stay in Venice. Be better” Queenie says causing Mallory to nod and smile.
Mom and Mallory then walk away and I walk over to where Zoe is teaching and watch her. The next thing I know I hear mom cry out a name I though I would never hear again.
“Misty?!” Mom asks. My head immediately shoots up and I quickly walk around to the front door. Mom and Mama both look up at me as they are the only ones standing by the front door. “Mama?” I question barley above a whisper.
Mama smiles as tears run down her face and moms. I immediately run over to them and jump into mama’s arms as tears rush down my face like water in a waterfall.
Mom rest a hand on mama’s back as she releases from the hug. “Look at you Sara! All grown up!” Mama says causing mom to laugh and me to smile. She wipes the tears from my eyes and takes a step back.
“What happened to my little girl who would dance around to Stevie with me?” Mama asks causing all three of us to laugh “She is still here just a little taller” I say causing her to smile.
“I missed you both so much!” Mama says looking between the two of us. “We missed you Misty” mom says grabbing mama’s left hand with her right. Mama goes to grab my left hand but stops when she feels something.
She lifts my hand and looks at my engagement ring. “What is this?” she questions with a small smile on her face. “It’s my engagement ring. I am engaged mama” I say causing her to look at mom.
“You said our baby girl could get married? Do I even know who this person is? Cordelia?!? Say something!” Mama says causing both mom and I to start laughing.
“Yes! Misty you know who it is!” Cordelia says just as Zoe comes around the corner calling out my name. “There you are!” Zoe says then notices Mama. “Misty?” Zoe questions causing mama to smile and walk over and hug her.
“How long do you think the happy reunion will last once we tell mama Zoe is my fiancée?” I whisper to mom causing her to laugh. “Zoe better start running now if she wants to still marry you” Mom says causing both of us to laugh.
Zoe and Mama turn around when they hear us laughing. “What are you two laughing about?” mama asks. “Do you want to meet my fiancée mama?” I ask causing her to nod and Zoe to look at me questioningly.
I walk over to her and stand next to Zoe. “Mama meet my fiancée Zoe. Zoe meet my mother Misty” I say as mom walks over and grabs mama’s arm to hold her still just incase.
“Sara is marrying Zoe? And Zoe, you are marrying my daughter?” Mama asks and tries to step forward but we both move back a step just to be safe. “Yes” we say at the same time. “Run” mom says to both of us as she turns mama around to face her.
Basically she tricked mom and chased Zoe around the house for a good hour until finally giving up as Zoe had teleported to our room where mom and I were sitting talking about the wedding. Eventually mama found her and decided to have the same threatening talk mom had with Zoe.
Now everything is fine and we had a family meal out at the swamp shack. Mama, Mom, Zoe, and I all played games and listened to Stevie until late in the night when we all retired to bed.
Nothing could be better than your family being together again.
#ahs coven#cordelia goode#misty day#zoe benson#queenie#american horror story#ryan murphy#brad falchuk#sarah paulson#lily rabe#taissa farmiga
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Let him go, pt.2
Summary: When Nick decided to keep Y/N out of the loop regarding Lucifer Morningstar, he never imagined one of his worst fears would come to life - to lose her.
Warnings: ANGST
Word count: 2.2k
Part 1
“I can go in there.” I spoke up, annoyed sitting on the sidelines and being kept out of the loop. If Nick had anything to do with it, I’d have ended up either dead or in the church with the rest of them. I was lucky not to be at the Academy when the hunters came, even luckier I had found a pastime with a riveting Summoning and Bounding literature masterpieces.
“No. Not gonna happen.” Nick waved me off, not bothering to spare me a glance and I scoff.
“Why not?” Harvey raised an eyebrow, eyeing me with interest. He definitely had questions.
“Yeah…Why not?” Folding my arms across my chest, I tilt my head to the right ever so slightly with the faintest, coldest smile I could muster.
“Because I don’t want you there.” Nick’s lips press together and I roll my eyes, but Sabrina was faster than me with her reply.
“I’ll go. I was baptized with holy water, remember?” She smirked, shrugging my way.
“So was I.” I raise my hand, stating it a bit too bitterly. Jealousy isn’t easy, especially not when it’s between two women who greatly respect each other.
“I am half angel. I reckon I have a good chance to stop them.” Yet my mouth keeps moving as if I want to say YOU’RE NOT THAT SPECIAL SPELLMAN, but I don’t say it. I don’t, but I can sense someone’s in my mind, probing for answers. Usually I’d assume it’s the Weird sisters, but this is Ambrose. I just know it.
“NO. They despise nephillims more than witches!” Nick raises his voice, turning to me with a hostile look in his usually loving eyes. The hostility doesn’t come from anger or hate, it’s not animosity, rather worry. It’s fear.
“I will.” Sabrina repeats with a sigh, glancing between Nick and me. His eyes remain on me, lips pursing as the eye contact breaks and I finally feel like I can breathe.
“You’re not seriously gonna let her go alone, are you? It’s a suicide mission.” Harvey’s eyes wander to me, pleading. He wants me to go, especially after he heard of my roots – a half witch is usually less than impressive, but a half angel with witch blood is unseen. Well…until I appeared.
“You don’t seriously think I tell her what to do, do you?” Nick smirks, shrugging it off. He watched them leave, his back turned to me and I felt uncomfortable for the first time since I’ve met him. Nick had let his girlfriend go, yet asked me to stay.
“I couldn’t…I can’t risk you. You’re all I have in this wretched life and if something happened to you, I don’t think I’d survive it.”
His words aimed for my heart and I flinch with the sheer intensity of the truth hidden within each, emotional syllable. It was the first time he had made me feel as if I matter since Sabrina came along. I felt loved. I felt needed.
It didn’t last.
A week later he and I parted ways.
Nick stayed true to his word, giving me space to breathe and he had his hands full with the new Sabrina and her wish to convert the coven into a church per her father’s view. She wanted to make a difference and while I agreed with some of the teaching, I didn’t fall prey to her charm. Something didn’t feel right and while I was expertly kept out of the loop, I had time to realize how much of my life revolved around Nick.
What little I had left of him felt as if it never existed.
I can’t lie and say he didn’t reach out a few times. It wasn’t a face to face talk, but I did get a few messages on my arm – a little secret we used to have. An enchanted pen to talk in class, when he was away for holidays. It was our way to always stay in contact and from what I’ve learned, he had given our secret away when he made the same pen and gave it to Sabrina. I was no longer our thing. It was just a thing.
“You really should be more careful with your thoughts.” Ambrose Spellman settles beside me, a small smile playing on his lips as if he isn’t here to reprimand me for the distasteful thoughts I’ve had about his cousin.
“Stop peering into my mind and you won’t be as insulted.” I shrug, turning my attention back to the book I’ve been studying. I have always been one of the best students at the Academy. I’d go as far as to claim I’m at the same level as Nick, if not better.
“You do realize Nick is miserable without you.” Ambrose leans on his elbow, smirking once he notices I closed my eyes. “He’s always talking about you. I’m genuinely concerned Sabrina will spell his mouth shut.” He chuckles, looking around as if to make sure we’re alone. “I mean, there’s an apocalypse happening and in an hour, yet he’s still only interested in threatening everyone not to tell you a single word about it.”
Snapping the book shut, I sit up straighter and turn to Ambrose. “What, in the name of Satan, are you talking about?!” The smallest of smiles appear on my lips, assumptions of it being a well-crafted lie making my heart remain steady. However, the smallest inkling of it being a truth thrashed my usually peaceful mind.
“Sabrina’s father, aka Satan, wants to make her his queen and from what I’ve realized, it is happening tonight and we made plans to trap the dark lord but I have a feeling it might not be as easy.” Ambrose pauses as he notices me pale and I’m sure I’m barely keeping a straight face at this point. “Everyone’s in it, but you. Even the mortals.” Ambrose leans back, having set the bait and he knows this will be the reason why I engage.
“We’ll be waiting. You might want to pop in for the coronation.” Ambrose raised both hands in mock surrender as if he didn’t just drop a major bomb my way. He made his way out of the library while I grabbed my bag and frantically searched for the pen.
CORONATION?!
No response.
NICK!!
No response. I know he sees it. I know he feels it. But if he knew me, he knew it would only provoke me. Just because we lost each other doesn’t mean I don’t love him – as a friend, as a woman. I need him, even if he doesn’t really need me back. He may think he does, but he doesn’t.
I am the one who needs his whispers and smiles. I’m the one who needs promises sweet as the touch of his hand. I was a slow dying flower, turning sour and untouchable when he found me. He saved me. And ever since then I’ve needed the darkness, the sweetness and even now I need the sadness and weakness coming from loving him. I need his voice to lull me to sleep, his fingers running through my hair, the tender touches that brought me peace.
I need him. It was dark enough, he saw me, he had me – he just didn’t want me. He made his choice and I know what that choice brings. He’ll do anything for Sabrina. It’s who he is, how he always wanted to love and he will risk everything.
At the end of the day, I’m the one who has nothing left to lose. He has everything to live for. I love him enough to let him go…to protect him while I do it.
With a snap of my fingers, a long, blood red dress wraps around my body. The lace weaves around my arms into long sleeves, the silk falling down to my feet. A slight chill runs down my spine as wind dances along my uncovered back and I smile – the dress is perfect. With a sigh, a spell the only earthly possession I care about onto my neck, the pendant with his initials resting just above my low-cut decollete.
“So you always have me close to you.” Nick smiles widely and my heart stops. He’s so beautiful. I wonder if he knows that he’s more than just a body though. He’s beautiful, inside and out. And he’s gifting me jewelry, something I’ve never had. How did he know?
Struggling to keep my tears in, I smile, looking down on the half a heart pendant. “I love it.”
I love you. I wanted to tell him. I did. I wanted him to know and to hell with it, but I couldn’t. To be so brave, to tell him what weighs on me is to risk losing him. He’d be uncomfortable around me if he didn’t feel it and I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever.
Instead of waiting for an invite, I followed the screams.
“Lanuae Magicae.”
Transporting myself into the ballroom wasn’t the plan, but I had to hurry. And I was right to.
“Well played, Spellman.” I hear Nick’s voice, instinctively looking for him and it seems as if he had felt me too as he turns to me, our eyes meeting. The surprise passing his features made my lips twitch, wanting to smile. It’s inevitable – Nick always makes me smile.
But our reunion is cut short, the prison they tried to hold Satan in falling apart and I step back, looking to Nick in a panic, but he’s looking at her. He always is.
“You try and try to defeat me. I am the Great Satan that no prison may contain!” Ignoring how handsome Lucifer is, I close my eyes and swallow thickly. Opening them again, I look at him and every time I look at him I know. I know he’s never going to be mine. But I can make sure he has his happy ending.
“I can’t restrain him for long.” Sabrina warns and I take a step closer while Nick speaks. I always believed he’d be back to me – that we’d become more in time and we’d work out. We’d be the couple everyone envies – the power couple. I always wondered how he looks at me with so much love and tenderness but holds not romantic feelings.
“There’s nothing stronger than an Acheron.” Nick exclaims, panic written on his face, fear rising in his eyes and clouding his judgment.
“Incorrect, Mr. Scratch. The mightiest prison is the first one, created by the False God. The human body. Flesh and bone. The strongest and most sacred bindings in nature.” Lilith explains, her own fear evident as she looks to Lucifer who was ready to kill everyone in the room.
“It has to be me.” Sabrina says and I hear him scream “No” as he used to do for me. He doesn’t want to lose her. He can’t. He’d do anything for her and I’d do anything for him.
“I’m the best binder and conjuror since Edward Spellman. If anyone can keep Him trapped, it’s me.” He exclaims, but I shake my head and look back at him only to see anything but certainty in his eyes. He feels like he must do it.
“No.” I step forth, determined – more than he is. “I am the best binder and conjuror.” Smiling, truthfully, I speak before he can interrupt me. “You love her. I love you. This is a testament to how much. Don’t forget me.” I plead, keeping my eyes on him as his lips quiver and shock paralyzes him.
“Carne teneantur tenere tenebrasque.” I begin without so much as blinking. I don’t want to miss a single moment of the last time I will ever see him. Nick is trashing against someone. They’re holding him back. He’s muttering something and I can’t understand what, my focus must remain untouched. “Palatium, carcere…” And my mind darkens.
Gasping, I find myself on the sidelines, my body no longer mine to control as I leap toward Sabrina only for my eyes to close with Ambrose’s spell.
“A sleeping spell. Well done.”
I think to myself, keeping an ear out to the outside. I can hear them, but it’s distant.
“You’ve made a big mistake, little nephillim.” Lucifer appears and I roll my eyes at him.
“Shh.” I point up, telling him to listen which only insults him.
“HOW DARE YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP?!”
“Gah, you’re annoying.” I groan, casting a spell to bind him but it doesn’t work.
“Really thought you’re in control? Think again, little one!”
“Shit!”
What I didn’t know is how they decided my fate after I’ve fallen.
“What happens now?” Sabrina asks, watching Nick crying over Y/N’s body, calling for her, muttering spells like it would make a difference.
“You won’t like it, I’m afraid.” Lilith frowns, a sincere look of compassion in the borrowed eyes of Mary Wardwell.
“You’re not touching her!” Nick growls, his eyes focusing on her pale face and dark red lips – his favorite lipstick from the past times she’d asked for his opinion. He always chooses maroon. He won’t be able to again.
“She’s not going to Hell with you. I will make an impenetrable room at the Academy.” Nick promised, his heart aching and breaking at the sight of his necklace resting on her chest. She wore it – even now.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” And that’s when Nick fell asleep too.
PART 3
#nick scratch#nick scratch x reader#nick scratch angst#chilling adventures of sabrina#nicholas scratch x reader#nicholas scratch angst#gavin leatherwood
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“Everyone Finds True Love Or At Least A Dancing Partner” part 1
A/N: This idea is based on the movie Dirty Dancing. In fact it was supposed to be Dirty Dancing, but my unpredictable mind came up with something else. I would never figure it all out on my own - this is all thanks to @misssmephisto and @emilyprentissisababe who bear with me all the time. Thank you so much for your help and motivating me to keep going!!! <3
I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also wish me luck with writing further parts.
Cordelia Goode x fem!reader
Word count: ~5,000
Heartache. Nothing, but a heartache. That’s what accompanied Cordelia her whole life. Ever since she could have remembered people were breaking her heart. And it was going on like that in a loop. First it was her mother, then Hank and if that wasn’t enough to break her, burning Myrtle at the stake undoubtedly was the last straw.
She knew that the only way out was through, but it was hard. Cordelia felt broken. At times she was barely holding on. She craved love, affection and acceptance, but all she got was betrayal, lies and unredeemed promises. Whatever she did, it never was enough. Apparently her heart wasn’t the right advisor. So she didn’t want to follow it ever again. She stopped trusting it, which seemed to be the safest, the best thing to do to protect what was left of her heart. She had been through so much and was forced to face it all on her own. All that made her built up walls. The walls that became her new home. She didn’t want to fall again, knowing that she was always the one to end up being broken and hurt. Cordelia began considering love as a weakness and she didn’t want to be vulnerable ever again. Though, there was something so strong inside her, that made her believe she would get up no matter how many times she would be brought up to her knees. She had been pushed way past the point of breaking, but there she was - still standing. Times were hard, with no doubt, but she was built tough and she was capable to pull through. She thought she was ready for everything, yet as it turned out, she wasn’t quite ready for you.
Just when she moved on, convinced herself that she preferred to be on her own and decided she didn’t need anyone, you waltzed into her life. You came in all your glamour and beauty, doing nothing, but your thing. And that was enough. Nothing could rescue her. No matter how hard she tried to stop those thoughts, there was that something. Something inside her saying that the two of you could belong together.
You took what was left of her heart hostage. She was trapped in your love, yet she hadn’t felt freer ever before and she didn’t want out. You freed her from the dust she was buried in. You fixed her heart piece by piece and she was bound to you. Your love felt different. It wasn’t like anything she had ever experienced. Your love was sweet and pure and unconditional. You made her embrace her fears and all the things she was carrying inside for years. You made her stronger. You took her for what she was - and that was the only thing she had ever desired. Yet still, she knew that all the good things, sooner or later, had to come to an end.
Even though the two of you had to part you didn’t let her fall. Not completely at least. You didn’t break her heart. What you did was what had to be done and she knew it. She accepted it and agreed on it, because no matter how badly you wanted to be together there was no way to do it. No plan that could work. All you could do was to let each other down gently.
At first Cordelia was sure she was fine. She came back to her routine, or rather she thought she did. Though in reality it wasn’t possible. Not since the summer. Since that damned vacation she spent with you. She couldn’t live like before. She couldn’t move on, because there was no way to run away from her mind and the memory of you. The worst thing about that was probably the fact she couldn’t grieve, because you hadn’t hurt her. There was no wound, yet it still caused her a lot of pain.
And there she was, in her office. Trying to work, but failing. Spending each minute of the day on recalling you. On recalling that pure feeling of bathing in your love. All that she wanted was to have you next to her - every day and night, just always by her side. Just like then, but the time you had together was over.
_
Convincing Cordelia to take some time off and go on proper vacation was challenging to say the least. In point of fact it seemed impossible, pointless. Handling the Academy and students entrusted to her care was Cordelia’s priority. It was always like that. Her work had always been very important to her, but after she rose as the new Supreme it practically became her whole life. To say that Cordelia turned into a workaholic wouldn’t be an exaggeration. But she wasn’t working just for the sake of work. It was her way of remaining sane, while having a hard time adjusting to the new role, dealing with her emotions and the loss of her dear aunt - Myrtle.
She barely left her office - unable to stay out of duty, worrying that if she takes some time off and allows herself to fully embrace the power she had, she may turn into her mother. The thought of it itself was causing her a lot of distress. And work seemed to be the only escape, the only way through it. The way to prove herself.
There was always something that needed to be done, something more important than her private life, especially that the former Supreme - her larger than life mother, neglected many things. And Cordelia wanted to fix it. Fix everything and get back to the glory days of the Miss Robichaux's Academy. She didn’t even realize that she got so preoccupied by the great idea that she almost completely forgot that beside being the Supreme, she still was a human. She pretty much didn't have life out of the Coven. Of course, Cordelia didn’t consider it a problem, but at some point and in some way, it began bothering her girls. Especially Zoe, who, after Myrtle’s death, was probably the closest with the Supreme.
"You always take care of us. Let us take care of you for once" Zoe practically begged
"I'm good, but thank you"
"Come on, Cordelia! You never treat yourself” Madison interfered
“I understand that being the Supreme and the headmistress means that you have a lot of responsibilities, but once in a while you should be a bit selfish and take care of yourself" Zoe kept trying to convince her
"Zoe, I already told you, I'm not going anywhere"
The younger witch rolled her eyes at her stubborn friend.
"Don't make me do that"
"Do what?"
"If you don't take at least three weeks off, we'll riot"
"You will what?" Cordelia asked dumbfounded
"We'll stop working and the girls will stop attending classes and then whether you like it or not, you'll be forced to take a break yourself"
The Supreme sighed. She put down her pen, took off her glasses and looked at the girl for the first time since she had entered her office.
"You can't do that" she frowned
"We can and we will" Zoe stated crossing her arms across her chest
Cordelia thought for a moment. She remembered all the times when they had tried to convince her and considering that they kept on pestering her for over three weeks or so, she knew they could indeed riot. They had been basically begging her to take a break, but she kept thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong without her being there.
"Stop overthinking" Zoe said "We'll be okay"
"Fine" Cordelia said rising her hands as an act of capitulation. A few days off didn't sound that bad after all.
"I'll take a few days off. I'll just stay in the greenhouse and take care of my plants. It's been a while since I-"
"No! You're not staying here. You're going on proper vacation" the younger witch cut her off
"Zoe..."
"No! We'll take care of everything, while you go to that nice holiday resort we found for you. I'll book you a room and organize everything. All you need to do is pack up"
"Or I'll stay right here"
"Cordelia" Zoe said sternly "No"
"What if I promise I'll stay away from my office?"
"If you stay here you'll not do that. And that's why you're going"
Cordelia sighed. "It's preordained already, isn't it?"
"Yes. Yes, it is. But it's only for your own good, Cordelia. We're worried about you. You keep working and barely rest. You almost never leave your office, so a trip can only do some good for you" Zoe assured
The Supreme wasn't thrilled, but she gave in knowing there was no use trying to stand up to her girls.
It had been a long time since Cordelia went on holiday. And she couldn't even recall the last time she went anywhere on her own. There was always something more important to do - the Academy, her students, her ex husband - who wasn't a fan of traveling, then Fiona and all the troubles the Coven encountered before Cordelia became the Supreme. No wonder she felt a bit anxious about the whole vacation thing.
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The moment her chauffeur opened the door and her eyes set on enormous complex of buildings, Cordelia was shocked, outraged in fact. That was not what she had seen in the pictures the girls had showed her. That was not what she had agreed on. She wanted peace and quiet not over one thousand people in one place. But it wasn't about the place. It was about the feeling it gave her. The feeling that reminded her why exactly she didn't like going on holidays. The massive buildings, the tide of people, the noise, the chaos - it was all overwhelming. So much that she was ready to hide back and head back to the Academy or anywhere. Just anywhere seemed to be better than that place.
Cordelia looked to Zoe and Madison, who accompanied her. She wanted to ask if there was any other option, but before she could, an older man, all dressed up in an elegant suit, appeared.
"Miss Goode! I'm Gerald Castle, the owner" his resonant voice greeted them "Welcome to the paradise" he chuckled proudly pointing to the building
Cordelia sighed and gave him a half smile. In this very case the luxury and splendor of the place were rather annoying.
"You're our special guest" the man added "let me show you around"
Cordelia looked between the man and her girls. Still considering the escape, though, yet again, the decision was made for her. She was practically forced into the "garden" as they called the place with only one kind of flowers, which state was so poor that looking at them itself caused Cordelia great pain. While she was considering all the ways in which she could possibly fix all the damage done to the plants, the man kept dragging-pushing her farther. The Supreme turned her head to look at Zoe, voicelessly screaming for help, hoping that maybe they'd change their mind and let her go back. But they were relentless.
It was such a ridiculous situation. She was the Supreme, which seemed to mean nothing at that point and regardless of all the power she possessed she was the one taking the orders.
Was it because she couldn't stand her ground or because deep inside she actually wanted to stay there. She couldn't tell which one was it and her thoughts were soon interrupted by Gerald
"We prepared for you one of our best suites"
Cordelia tried to smile. She really wanted to like all of it. Gerald seemed to be nice and put a lot of effort into making sure she liked everything. But despite all that she hated it. It was too much. Too many people. Too many too huge buildings. Too little plants. Too little green.
She tried to find some positives, but there were none.
"And this is my grandson Adam. He'll accompany you throughout your stay. Whatever you need tell him and you'll get it" Gerald said finally freeing her from his embrace
Cordelia nodded, offering a small smile to the younger man. Madison looked him up and down. He was nothing like Gerald and had no idea how to pair his clothes, so that he'd look presentable. He was wearing suit and a shirt with pineapple pattern.
“He looks ridiculous” Madison whispered to Zoe, earning herself a nudge in the arm
"Hello. It's nice to meet you ladies" he tried to be charming, but failed "Let me tell you about our attractions here-"
"Take it easy, man” Madison cut him off, even she could notice the tiredness and impassivity hidden behind Cordelia's perfect smile “Our little old lady needs some time to relax after the trip. Do you have any idea how long it takes to get here from New Orleans? Besides nobody cares about what you say. Just let her be and if she wants your boring babble, she'll for sure let you know. So, just give her the key to her room and leave her alone"
Normally Cordelia would chide Madison for her behavior, but at that time she was actually relieved and grateful there was someone who was rude for her.
"Of course" Adam nodded and without saying a word led them to Cordelia's suite
As soon as they entered Madison threw herself on the king sized bed.
“Madison, get up! We don’t have time. We need to go back” Zoe said
“Do I really have to stay here?” Cordelia asked looking out if the window
“Yes”
“But-”
“No! Gosh, no. You’re staying here and you’re going to rest”
"Are you sure you don't want me to come back?" Cordelia looked at the younger witch pleadingly
"Yes" Madison said
The Supreme sighed
"But you know you can call me anytime and I'll come back?"
"Cordelia Goode, stop worrying and start enjoying your free time"
“In fact, Cordy, you could use some company. If you know what I mean…”
“Madison!”
“Just chill and have some fun”
Enjoying free time and having fun... What did that even mean? What was she supposed to do? And how other people managed to survive with such amount of spare time? Cordelia had absolutely no idea what to do. She couldn’t find herself a place. She was having a really hard time and couldn’t even enjoy the simplest things such as reading. There was nothing she could occupy her mind with, so she decided to go on a walk and explore. She hadn’t planned on drinking, but since she came across the restaurant and a bar it actually seemed to be a good idea. Definitely better than wandering aimlessly at night.
The place she found herself in was really fancy. Too fancy in fact, but that stopped surprising her. Apparently everything there was overdone and bereft of tastefulness. The only good thing there was probably music. A middle-aged singer singing Crazy by Patsy Cline, accompanied by the band made the atmosphere more bearable.
Cordelia sat at the bar - watching couples dancing to the slow, pleasant rhythm. That was the first time she actually felt a bit lonely. Maybe Madison was right. Maybe some company could do her good.
A few drinks, or rather bottles later Cordelia’s mind went further. She began thinking about her whole life. Hank never liked dancing. He lacked tenderness that Cordelia found crucial to be able to dance the way people there did. In fact he lacked many things, but she only realized it when they weren't together anymore.
The Supreme shook her head, trying to get rid of the intrusive thoughts that flooded her mind. She might already have had too much wine, but it still didn't feel like enough, so she ordered another glass.
"It's not good wine" a woman from the other side of the bar said smiling sympathetically
"I don't care" Cordelia sighed
She felt pretty blue that evening and if the alcohol was the only thing that could actually help her, she definitely was going to go for it.
The bartender poured her another glass of wine. She forced a smile and thanked the woman before taking a sip. The night was young, so she still had pretty much time to figure out what having fun mean. Cordelia stared at her glass, when the band started playing another song. She felt funny. She was a bit dizzy and for some reason everything made her want to laugh. The wine took its toll on her, but she regretted nothing. After all, she was finally enjoying her time. That was until Adam appeared to check on her and then stayed to keep her company. How she wished Madison was there to use her snarky comments and make him go away. But in the temporary state of euphoria she was in she didn’t really mind bearing with him that much. It was probably because his words were barely making any sense to her and he definitely knew that. It was impossible not to notice that Cordelia was drunk. That was the only explanation for her agreeing to dance with Adam.
He held her close - closer than she would ever let him if she was in a sober state of mind. And for a few minutes he might have her full attention, but then you appeared and you stole the show.
There were many things Cordelia’s drunk mind didn’t register, but even being in such a bad state she could not miss you. It took you only a few minutes to got all the attention.
People began cheering and clapping appreciatively as you and your dancing partner moved doing more spins than they could keep the track of and all kind of different figures none of them could copy. Cordelia stopped immediately, trying to regain the ability of thinking clearly. She felt a flow of power, which - in her state - struck her as being strange. Yet somehow it made her a bit more sober.
“Who’s that?” she asked
“Oh.. them…They’re the dance people” Adam tried to brush it off, but Cordelia looked at him questioningly demanding more information “They’re here to… umm keep the guest happy”
Cordelia smiled looking at you. She couldn’t gather her thoughts and failed to comprehend whatever Adam was saying. All she knew was that he kept trying to dance, but his moves didn’t even resemble dancing. That’s why watching you was far more better.
You really knew how to move. And Cordelia couldn’t help, but stare in awe. She was absolutely enchanted by your spins and all the other things you did… She had no idea that anyone could be this flexible. Cordelia couldn’t take her eyes off of you. She was hypnotized by the way your body moved. You seemed so light as your partner lifted you up so effortlessly. You seemed so free, yet completely focused and in total control of what you’re doing. You moved so gently and easily. Almost as if you were just walking - not jumping, spinning around or throwing your legs up in the air higher than she had ever seen. Not to mention that the way you looked was pleasing to the eye. Your short, airy dress lifting up every so often, showing off more and more of your skin, didn’t left much to the imagination.
Cordelia was in completely agreement with what Adam said. She was the guest and she was happy thanks to you. And at that point it seemed to be the only relevant information that Adam had delivered since her arrival. But all of that didn't matter as you finished the sequence and bowed to the spectators - who were cheering even louder. It didn’t matter, because her eyes met yours and you proceeded to walk towards her. At that moment her heart skipped a beat. There was some undefined power attracting her to you, drawing her to you like a moth was drawn to the light. Cordelia didn’t know what it was, but she was willing to throw herself into the flames.
The last of her sobriety had to be used to resist Adam, who desperately tried to drag her out of the room. He was stronger than he looked and it was a real struggle. Cordelia knew she wouldn’t manage to withstand for too long, as her mind was slowly getting blurry again. But there you were - to rescue her.
“Adam, leave the poor lady alone” you shot him a warning look, but the professional smile remained on your face
“Piss off, Y/N”
You looked at him, your head tilted to the side. “Rude” you said frowning
“Shouldn’t you be on the dance floor?”
“I am on the dance floor”
“Then dance with someone. I don’t care. Just stop bothering me and our special guest”
“Being around you is already bothering enough, besides, as far as I’m concerned your duties do not include spending time with any of the guests outside the restaurant” you smiled with satisfaction knowing he couldn’t argue with that.
“May I?” you offered Cordelia your hand, which she happily took
She didn’t mean to giggle, but it was stronger than her. She was really drunk and just as you led her to the dance floor, away from Adam - the alcohol hit her once again. You tried to dance with her, made her move, but she kept stumbling.
‘Oh Lord…’ she heard your thoughts
‘I’m so sorry!’ she said, not realizing she did it mentally, when she stepped on your foot
“It’s fine” you said, not aware she didn’t really spoke up
Cordelia tried to follow your moves, but ended up pushing against you more and more. Her legs felt funny, kind of weak. Too weak to carry her. She was relying on you almost completely. And as hard as you tried, you couldn’t hold her like that. Cordelia heard your sigh and felt your hand moving - you waved at someone. She watched intently as a man with whom you were dancing earlier approached you.
“Elliot, you need to help me take her to her room”
‘Oh no. I’m not going anywhere’
“Yes, you are”
Cordelia even in her drunk state, could notice confusion on the man’s face. You shook your head, apparently it was your way of telling him not to ask, so he remained silent.
“Come on, you need to lie down” you said letting her lean against you, not wanting to draw other guests’ attention
She didn’t resist. She had only just met you, but would do absolutely anything you said. Why? She had no idea. She just felt like she could trust you. As if she had an immediate connection with you. Cordelia was so close to you. Your grip on her waist was strong, yet still gentle. And something about the way you held her like that was so intoxicating that even the Supreme couldn’t resist.
“Lift her up” you said breathlessly after a few minutes of practically carrying her
“W-what?”
“We don’t have time and she clearly can’t make it to the room on her own. C’mon, Elliot!”
“Do you know who she is?”
“Trouble?” Cordelia could feel how you shifted to look at her “Yes, I’m aware” your cold hand brushed a strand of her hair from her face
“No. I mean in your case probably yes, but… She’s Cordelia Goode. Gerald’s special guest”
“Uhym… And because she’s his special guest, his grandson obviously can lay his hands on her?”
“Nooo… Of course not”
“Then lift her up and let’s go, before someone notices”
Cordelia heard every word, though couldn’t keep her eyes open. She didn’t know what was going on any more, but somehow she felt calm. She felt calm as long as you were there. The last thing she heard was Elliot’s sighing before he carefully took her and lift her up as you ordered. She could feel you moving away and before you could move too far she grabbed you by your wrist.
‘Don’t leave me…’
“I’m not going anywhere” you put your other hand on hers, which made her relax a bit
Cordelia tried to open her eyes as Elliot carried her to the hotel. She definitely had too much alcohol. Your face looked so blurry. As if she was looking at you through water from the bottom of a pool. Plus you were bouncing, or rather seemed as if you were which made her laugh.
“What? What’s so funny, Miss Goode?”
Your question made her laugh even harder. ‘You look as if you’re bouncing’
“Well, I’m not bouncing”
Next time Cordelia forced herself to open her eyes she actually recognized the place - you were going through that horrible garden.
‘It’s an awful place… How can anyone be so cruel to the plants?’
“I ask myself the same question”
‘It’s time to redecorate’
“To what?”
Cordelia waved her hand. She didn’t see anything, but she could feel her powers flowing around. And your reaction was the confirmation she needed.
“Wow…” she heard your gasp
‘How does it look?’
“It looks great. Someone should have done that long time ago”
‘I guess, I’m the first Supreme that visited... ‘
“Apparently”
“What the hell is going on with the two of you?” Elliot asked as he stopped
“Nothing” you answered quickly “I’ll take her upstairs. Wait here, I’ll be right back”
For a moment Cordelia felt like falling down, but instead of hitting the ground she found herself in a familiar embrace. You were holding her yet again.
“Alright, Miss Supreme, let’s get you to bed, shall we?”
‘You can do to me whatever you please’
“Is there any chance you could actually cooperate and help me with that? Like… I don’t know teleport us or something?”
‘Pff… Of course I can… I am the fucking Supreme’
Cordelia tried to stand on her own, but stumbled and almost fell down.
“Easy, ma’am. I was just playing… I can carry you upstairs”
‘No no no. I’m the-’
“The Supreme. Yes yes, I heard that already”
Cordelia could feel your hold tightening and soon she heard the click of the door. She opened her eyes and saw her room. You were moving towards the bed, but she remembered something and stopped.
“What?! What’s the problem now?”
‘I can’t sleep in my clothes on…’ Cordelia looked at you and smiled. She didn’t know what was so funny, but laughed anyway. ‘undress me’
“I will not”
‘C’mon… Be a dear and undress old little lady’
“I swear… The should pay me more”
Cordelia giggled as you began unzipping her dress. She shivered when your cold hands touched her skin.
‘Your hands are cold as ice… Are you cold baby girl?’
“Sorry. Was not expecting that I’ll have to undress someone tonight”
‘Oh… If getting laid is a problem I can help with solving it’
“Woah, Miss Supreme-”
‘You could stay here. With me’ Cordelia smirked wrapping her legs around your waist
“How much did you have? How much did you drink?”
‘Not much… Two bottles. Maybe four’
“At least, now, you know your limit” you said freeing yourself from her hold “You need some sleep”
‘No’
“Yes” you gently pushed her onto the bed “Goodnight Miss Supreme” was the last thing Cordelia’s mind registered.
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Aligned, Chapter 7 (Zelda x Reader)
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Chapter 7: Begin
Yet again, it had felt as if the Goddess’ words surged through Zelda’s body. The way that you fell, entranced by their faces overlapping one another, drew you breathless. You felt incredibly honored at the intimacy your third eye insighted you. It always felt phenomenal when this happened: being able to see the Goddess’ face. Getting to hear her words exit from mortal mouths was… nothing short of miraculous. What resonated with you even more in this moment, was the way that she felt to you - her essence mixed with Zelda’s. The High Priestess did seem to be growing in connection with the Goddess, and it pleased you to watch the results of her own kindlings from private practice come to fruition. In growth and personal vulnerability - to watch it evolve into the divine power, that filled the room in sermon. You weren’t sure if it was you, or the Goddess’ tidings with her, that gave you gooseflesh when hearing Lilith’s name part from her lips. Even if it were like now, mixed within the methodologies of Hecate’s teachings - In overlapping faces.
The mix of sounds acted as a symphony, for you alone to enjoy; but you had hoped in due time, as others aligned with their own divine self, the Coven would come to see as you did. To witness the harmonious build of synchronicity's orchestra.
Zelda’s poignance in reminding the Coven of the Goddess' many faces was so incredibly important. Like siphoning gold - revealing it to the swell of the Earth's surface. It's beauty and richness held a need to be unearthed. Her voice like a ballad amongst trancing instruments, aiding her with accenting notes per reckoning crescendo. This was a teaching even the most dedicated of Priestesses in the old way sometimes forgot - falling to the knees of their God or Goddess, whilst dismissing in truth that they were only a part of the Greater whole. A simple stillness of frame in the movement of time.
“We all are faces, phases of the Goddess, everchanging”
You heard your own voice whisper, in harmony with the Priestess and the Goddess herself. It was as if your own spirit looked at you from the inside, goosebumps arose again, pricking your supple skin. It affirmed you. All is in Alignment
This would always be of importance to you, something even you and Zelda had never directly discussed.
'We danced in a way everstretching', was the hymn that came to you in vision as the sermon came to a close.
In the stillness of a moment, you remembered your first engagement with this truth, spotting the maiden, the mother, and the crone in all things. In newness, in experience, in wisdom. In birth, in life, and in death. Any interpreted facet of this truth could echo and act as a reflection or introspection. Now you knew, even if you were able to tell your younger self, the only limitations of possibility are that which you choose to believe - what you allow yourself to empower. The cliches fit far beyond an uncanny truth. It still astonished you that the key to your own comfort and accessing your desires, was simply choosing to allow it, in every moment - and that this was also a part of embracing only that of your greatest benefit.
You felt your brain pulse and throb with humility. Could it be possible that the key to embracing the trueness of Divine Self, would be by embracing all faces of the Goddess..? A breakthrough like this felt like something more the notable on your life’s personal journey. In existing humbly as both the student, the teacher, and the master? The openness to all realities had been key to realizations like this before. You felt yourself content in knowing that this thought had come to you now, in this very moment, during Zelda's sermon. You felt yourself fill with delight and honor, at the own fruits you'd seen sew just now, from the benefit of Zelda's own practice. You could feel her growing closeness to the Goddess' - whether she dared say it or not... and it felt spectacular to witness it's results.
As your heels patterned down the hall, you could feel Zelda's smile hit the back of your neck, in a wave of knowing. You smile to yourself and make your way back towards the Academy. You were bound to the everstretching hall, in remembrance that the door you would open would be that in which your time here as the vessel to the Goddess' will, would truly begin.
A crow called, the essence of Stolas perhaps, with the chime of a grandfather clock, in the chamber as the student’s papers shuffling quieted, and your lecture began.
"As you pass through the threshold of this room, let this be a space for practice in the Divine Self. In time, I hope you will be able to carry this outside of these walls - but for now, let this be your place in confidence, to unearth it.
I have little rules to follow by, and I hope in due time you will grow accustomed to them. Comfortable, in fact."
You felt a warm smile rise between your cheeks as your eyes met the varying expressions and faces before you.
"Honesty. Vulnerable, rawness in the truth of this present ever evolving moment is of the utmost of importance in all that I will be teaching you. It will be your key to success in not only this course, but to the future of your craft. A level of self respect, love, and acceptance that will be key to not only identifying your divine self, but honoring your experience. Honesty is the key to all sections of power, and here today you will learn that rather than separate those parts - as you've been taught through the sects of magic before, you will be embracing them all. Together."
Your throat cleared
"This will be a space centered in three main tasks:
1.) Releasing fear, surpassing it. Learning to identify it and move beyond - so not to engage it with your energy and let it weaken you.
2.) Shame, the act of identifying it's illusion, it's ability to take you out of the present moment, and reground yourself in the power of now.
And 3.) Subsiding guilt. That which you are not proud of or prefer not to face can become a tool any person, mortal, witch, demon, or Diety may will to use against you. The only level in trueness that guilt may serve you, is in recognition that it holds no power over you, when you are present. Now…"
You continued, moving to write the three words on the chalkboard.
Fear, Shame, and Guilt
"There are things that these three topics have in common, what are they? Dorkus"
The young witch piped up when called upon.
"All three of them take you out of the present moment - well except maybe fear…" she lulled towards the end of her statement. You could feel the boldness falter as she heard her own words.
"Precisely, now what about fear do you think resonates in the present moment?"
"Well, that's when it happens, isn't it..?"
"All of them happen in the present moment, Dorkus" a fair haired warlock rolled his eyes.
"But Dorkus brings up a fair point - fear may feel most rooted in the present moment because it is the most overpowering, and is an element within the other two of our topics. Can you identify what makes fear different?"
You gave them a moment before calling on Sabrina.
"Miss Spellman?"
"Fear… rather than bringing you to thoughts of the past, like shame and guilt, brings you to the future. What could be, what could happen. There are infinite possibilities and any of them can include your will falling out of your favor"
"Correct in the sense of futurism. Thank you Sabrina.
What separates fear, is we feel more present in thinking of the future. This ties into the realm of manifesting. As wielders of magic we can align our will with anything. That of the misfortune or favor of any subject or person, including ourselves. How we regain power, is in recognition that possibilities are infinite. Which means there is not only that which falls out of favor, but that which comes into favor of our will. When we cast a spell or incite incantation, we are taking the active action to choose our will over the other possibilities. In fear, we can choose to allow other possibilities, OR... we can embrace the universe's great chaos, in allowing ourselves to remain open. Perhaps we do not always need to decide a specific will or preferred outcome.
Most casters fall short in there being doubt in a specified decision. However, when we instead shift our mindset to trust, in the Goddess, and in the good favor of the universe, we open up and begin to allow not just one positive possible outcome,"
You draw a small circle on the board, surrounded by many dots,
"but infinite outcomes of positive possibility" then circle the entire grouping. "By identifying fear, and identifying what it is we want, we separate our energy between thoughts in our favor and thoughts outside of it. We are then able to feel the energy of that preferred outcome and open ourselves up to not just that one ideal outcome, but the billions of possible outcomes in our favor"
The rest of the class implored more examples of ruling application. You could feel something spark in how much recognition could take away the need to will a particular outcome. That in trusting the will of the universe, you can manifest many outcomes of success, not needing to channel or control what it is we think may not work, leading us to greater possibilities of success.
"This takes out any inkling of doubt. Rather than analyzing the facets of one outcome we think we'd be benefited in experiencing, we are releasing all fear and doubt, by putting our energy in the belief of infinite success. In alignment and trust of the wills of the world around us. This is how we find Synchronicity"
You underlined synchronicity before looking up at the hourglass on your desk, beginning to run out of sand.
"Which we will discuss next class. Tonight's homework is in identifying those three topics, and journaling in our present moments, where these feelings arise. These will not be shared with one another unless you will it, and will be key in helping us move to a higher level of acting. I will see you all on Wednesday."
At that the students rose, scribbling in their notebooks before exiting in a rumble of quiet confidence. The fire had begun and you could practically smell the embering wood as they left the room in a whirl of shifting ideas. One student even stopped to reopen her notebook and write down likely one that she had already identified, before scrambling to follow the others.
"That was very good, Y/N"
Zelda said calmly, taking a drag of her cigarette, before sauntering into the room, ashing her cigarette in the tray placed at the corner of your desk.
"Are you sure you haven't taught before?"
You couldn't help but let a shy smile fall upon your lips.
"When you truly know something, your teachings become more of a pleasant reminder to yourself, than guidance of someone else"
She raised an eyebrow taking another drag before letting the ringlets encircle her gorgeous face.
"I enjoyed the bit about the everchanging present. That's quite a good way to put it for the racing forgetfulness of hormone enraged teenagers. Sometimes I swear they couldn't tell the future from the present, already so keen on altering their realities that they completely miss what's going on right now"
She eyed the door before turning back to smile at you, something she clearly wanted to keep between you both.
"I think that once we remember that we only have the present, it can be much easier to manipulate the energy. We can only take steps towards the future as it arises in the moment. Why not let them enjoy watching it unravel?"
"I definitely agree in that"
‘Unravel’ you thought to yourself blushing, as you watched her eyes scan you deviously, letting them shift over the nakedness of your legs, just below the line of your dress.
"Wicked, wicked woman" you retorted, filing your papers neatly into your bag, before moving past her to exit the doorway.
Her eyes followed you as you moved past, letting her tongue skirt her lower lip. You turn gracefully to look back at her in the wake of the doorway.
"Are you coming, Directrix?"
You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and smile at this little game you both found yourselves playing. You adored the realization that she had been listening in on your lecture. That such a well seasoned witch such as herself could find pleasure in your first, and what felt like an amateur lecture at the Academy
"Dinner won't serve itself" she smiled before arising to follow behind, at a pace just lengthy enough to enjoy the fullness of your figure.
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You asked for prompts, so here is one: Hilda organizes a dance at the Academy of Unseen Arts to lift people’s spirits. Zelda begrudgingly attends. Everything is fine until a cheeky young warlock asks her to dance, and she has a flashback to being under Faustus’ spell.
Yikes, well this only took me more than a year to answer. Nothing like a mandatory quarantine to force you into working on pieces you haven’t touched in ages! Anyway, this is set after part 2, so we’re still in a sweet spot of potential before part 3 happened. First CAOS story, would love to hear people’s thoughts!
Also, in case anyone is interested, the piece they dance to is “Melting Waltz” by Abel Korzeniowski. Yes, I like my horror tv shows :)
Below the line, because Faustus Blackwood is an ass, and- ya know- trauma
The dance had been Hilda’s idea. Since the whole Satan fiasco, morale amongst the remainder of the coven had been low. Very low. Hilda, ever the caretaker, tried everything to lift people’s spirits. Once baked goods had failed, even with enchantment, she began to plan for the dance.
A week or two prior, Zelda had contacted the High Priests of two covens in New York City that had a reputation for being more liberal in their beliefs, to inform them of what had happened in Greendale. Both men had accepted her as the first High Priestess in history with relative ease, and though she was reluctant to show it, Zelda was delighted. So when creating a guest list, Hilda had written to them with a dual invitation for a face-to-face meeting as well as an evening of socialization with the Greendale coven.
Expecting the remaining members of the Greendale coven to be joined by a dozen or so members of the New York covens, Hilda spent days decorating and baking. Two days before the event, she and Zelda stood in the main hall at the Academy, making minor adjustments to decorations.
“What’ll we do about that… thing?” Hilda asked, gesturing to the statue in the centre of the space, now missing its head. It was one of only two tangible marks of Faustus Blackwood’s brief and twisted domain over the Church of Night, the other being his office within the building. Zelda had begun to clear it out the previous week, but had left almost as soon as she entered. She could not stand his lingering scent.
In response to Hilda’s question, the ginger-haired witch merely raised her left hand, palm facing the statue, and Hilda turned to look at Zelda as she felt her sister’s magic surge through the room. Slowly at first, but then with increasing speed, the neck of the statue began to melt. Dark grey droplets formed, dripping from the statue’s throat down to its shoulders. Before long, stone flowed as liquid, the statue becoming misshapen, drooping as it disintegrated.
Once the statue was no more than a large puddle of grey sludge, it suddenly errupted into flames. Zelda took a drag off the cigarette in its holder on her right hand, watching the remains of the statue evaporate.
“Well,” Hilda broke the silence as the last of the puddle burned away. “I suppose that’s that.” She began, somewhat awkwardly, to sneak out of the room around her sister. Zelda methodically exhaled a cloud of smoke before flicking the ashes of her cigarette in the swiftly shrinking puddle. Then the redhead turned on her heel and sauntered out, feeling somewhat lighter.
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The evening was lovely. The hall of the Academy was alive with light and sound. Candles on each wall and hovering overhead created a sophisticated and appropriately spooky embiance. Music reverberated softly through the space, somehow smoothly alternating between classical orchestrations, jazz band recordings, and modern pop songs for the younger generation.
Sabrina sat on the staircase surrounded by her schoolmates, the red silken fabric of her skirt draped over the stairs. Her mortal friends had joined the coven for the occasion, mingling with the Academy students around Sabrina. Hilda played hostess as she made her way in cheerful circles around the room to ensure that every guest was contented, the neckline of her blue dress cut just a little lower than previous dresses (at her sister’s encouragement). Zelda was every inch the High Priestess. Her fiery hair was pinned up, her dress a formal black, pointed at her shoulders and at the ends of her long sleeves, partially covering the backs of her hands. Her nails were a deep, blood red matching the jewels of her earrings and the color painting her lips. She stood in a cluster of warlocks, trading ideas on numerology, quietly pleased that things seemed to be going so well. Their guests appeared to be enjoying themselves, and Zelda felt respected, listened to, equal with the men she stood amongst. It made for a very welcome change.
The music shifted into a haunting waltz, a minor-keyed orchestration full of strings. The warlock on Zelda’s left extended an upturned hand to her, the gesture holding a certain air of ceremony. He made quite a picture with his gold suit jacket, along with gold rings on his fingers, eyes lined in the same color, and nails painted to match. So much gold laid against his dark skin created quite a striking effect. “Might I ask you for a dance, High Priestess?” he questioned with a charming smile. Zelda raised an eyebrow, almost as though she were evaluating him before replying.
“Very well,” she murmured after a moment’s pause, placing her hand in his outstretched one. He led her to the centre of the room where other dancing couples had begun to pick up the waltz tempo, and pulled her gracefully into a dance frame with a hand on her back, leaving her free hand to rest on his shoulder. As the music rose, he stepped forward and began to lead.
They were a very elegant pair, and other couples drifted to the outskirts of the dancing space to allow them more room. A number of conversations around the room fell silent as people turned to watch.
“You dance beautifully, High Priestess,” he spoke as she followed his change of direction with ease, flashing her that same lovely smile.
“Thank you, Brother Ethan. It was one of my favorite pastimes a century or two ago, I did quite a lot of it. All those marvelous European parties.”
“Oh I know just the ones, somehow the Europeans always throw superior parties. And so many handsome young men,” he added, a wry smile on his lips. Zelda gave a knowing laugh as he raised their connected arms for her to turn under, but as she spun- once, twice- the room seemed almost to tilt under her feet, and she heard the flutter of a skirt that she was not wearing, felt sharpened fingernails pricking the delicate skin of her waist. She was pulled back against the warlock, and she desperately tried to focus on his tightly curled hair, the feeling of the flat of his palm nearly between her shoulder blades, the gold edging his dark eyes, anything to remind her that this was not Faustus.
Breathe, she thought, forcing herself to keep with the rhythm of the music while everything in her screamed to run. Careful to keep her face frozen in a slight smile, she directed all of her attention to inhaling and exhaling evenly in time with the music, counting waltz time in her head. In 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Her feet followed his automatically, and she bit hard on the inside of her lip as he turned her again.
An eternity later, the music came to an end, and she returned his bow with a picture perfect curtsey. “You are truly lovely, Sister Zelda,” spoke her partner as they returned to the side of the room.
Zelda, Blackwood’s voice hissed in her mind, a cruel echo of Ethan’s friendly tone.
“Thank you for the dance, Brother Ethan,” she spoke, digging her fingernails into her palms to stop her hands from shaking. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some-something to attend to.” Without waiting for his response, she turned away from him and started across the room. She managed to keep a sensible- though swift- pace until she stepped into the empty corridor. Her strength disappeared and she broke into a run, undeterred by the height of her heels.
Swinging around the corner, she flung herself at the front doors and stumbled through them, the chilly evening air tearing into her lungs. She flew down the stone steps, no thought to where she was going, only wanting to get as far away as possible. Racing towards the railroad tracks, one foot caught behind her, and suddenly the ground rushed up to meet her, her palms skidding against rough soil and small stones tearing at the knees of her stockings. As she whipped her head around to look behind her, she saw her right shoe standing upright, its heel rooted in the earth. Her breath caught in her chest and a sob ripped from her lips, fingers digging into the dirt in an effort to find something- anything- to hold onto as memories that plagued her nightmares flooded her mind. She sank back on her knees, gasping air into her lungs while her tears left tiny dampened spots on the ground beneath her.
Every thought was disturbingly vivid- the overpowering scent of Faustus’s cologne, the sickly sweet taste of sugared tea, the sharp crack of the cat o’ nine tails against her back, pricks of pain as his sharpened fingernails tore at delicate flesh inside of her until there was blood on the sheets. The maddening knowledge that she was aware of every moment and yet powerless to stop anything.
A hand on her back startled her so that she recoiled from it with a strangled cry, her hip landing hard against the uneven earth. Half-expecting it to be Faustus standing above her, waiting to drag her back to the prison of the music box, she was somewhat bewildered to see Lilith looking down at her, an unfamiliar expression of pity on the face borrowed from Mary Wardwell. Zelda wiped furiously at her cheeks with the back of her hand in a futile attempt to compose herself.
“My Queen,” she spoke, her voice wavering. “What m-”
“I’m not here as your queen,” Lilith cut her off, kneeling beside her despite the dirt. “I could feel you. All the way down in Hell- your body, your magic in distress, your mind practically screaming. Zelda, what’s happened?”
“I-it felt… it felt like F-faustus, when he-he…” A sob bubbled up in her throat and she tried to swallow it, her head dropping in shame at such a display in front of the Queen of Hell. In front of Lilith.
Lilith reached out a gentle hand and placed it lightly against Zelda’s head, brushing fiery hair away from her face. The witch allowed it, leaning in almost imperceptibly to her touch. Wishing to spare her High Priestess any pain she could, the demoness pulsed her magic through her hand and nudged into Zelda’s mind, carefully touching on the recollections at the forefront of her memory. Brushing up against the thoughts, Lilith could see Zelda’s remembrance of the last few minutes in the hall, and of everything she suffered at Faustus’s hand. Her lips parted as she gasped in horror, tears burning in her own eyes to match the redhead’s.
“Oh, Zelda,” she breathed, leaning forward to touch her forehead lightly to the witch’s. “As I am Queen of Hell, I promise that no man will ever hurt you like that again. And when I find Faustus Blackwood, I will drag him screaming into the Pit and I will visit on him pain as he has never known before. He will pay for what he’s done, I promise you.” Lilith tilted her head up to press her lips against Zelda’s brow, sealing her vow with a kiss heated in Hellfire.
Hold me, she heard Zelda’s whispered thought as the witch bit her lip, trying fiercely to hold back tears. Lilith, please. Please hold me. The desperation in the redhead’s mind broke the demoness’s heart as it had not been broken in millennia. She gathered the other woman into an embrace, feeling Zelda’s arms wrap around her waist as she held her tightly. And as the witch sobbed against her chest, finally giving into tears, Lilith began to plot revenge against the man who had brought her High Priestess, trembling, to her knees.
What fun she would have with him. What fun.
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torment / chapter 4
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The week after the ball, I heard nothing from Michael. Not seeing him tied my stomach in knots.
It took me a while to realise this was what missing him felt like. It was more intense than anything else I’d felt for a boy before.
I’d had boyfriends, if you could call them that. In high school, I’d had two brief flings with two boys who didn’t know how to be boyfriends (not that I was very good at any of it either, but I knew they weren’t doing it right). It felt funny to put Michael in the same train of thought as high school boyfriends. We’d spoken a handful of times, but the connection I felt to him was different. It was a pull in my core, like my soul was reaching out of my body. I knew there was more to him. I knew I’d barely scratched the surface.
One morning, Cordelia stopped me by the stairs. There was an urgency in her eyes.
“Lyla,” she grabbed my arm tight in her grip. “I need to ask you something, and I need you to answer truthfully.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding slowly.
“That boy you were with, the warlock, at breakfast. What do you think of him?” She asked.
The wind was knocked out of me. I focused on breathing evenly and keeping myself upright as my hands shook against the banister. I brought all my energy to my core, envisioning blue, calm light there. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was totally serene. Cordelia blinked, waiting for me to answer.
“He seems nice. A little quiet, reserved. Why? What’s wrong?” I asked measuredly.
She twisted her lips. “I can’t place it. That morning, I had a vision. Something bad – something evil, overwhelmingly so, is coming. I felt it when I looked at him.” Her voice shook. I saw a flicker of fear in our matriarch, and it was only then that I felt something might be…off about Michael.
“What did you see?” I asked.
“Death. Decay. So much terror and heartache and darkness. I can’t explain it. I didn’t know where else to turn…” Cordelia trailed off.
“What do you mean by that? Cordelia, what happened?” I urged.
“You must be Lyla. I’ve heard a lot about you, and this boy Michael.” An old voice rang out from the top of the stairs.
I recognised the flaming red hair first. Myrtle Snow.
She was meant to be dead. I’d only ever seen her in paintings and pictures. According to Cordelia, she was one of the best women the Academy had ever seen. She was kind, strong, intelligent. Cordelia often teared up by the fireplace when she recounted stories about Myrtle. Seeing her here, in the flesh, with Cordelia trembling beside me, I knew something was wrong. Cordelia would never have brought her back if she wasn’t at her wit’s end. How had I not known? How had we all missed this?
“Myrtle Snow.” Her red glove extended towards me. I shook her hand and smiled weakly.
“Cordelia, dear, I believe we have an appointment.” Myrtle said, looping her arm through our Supreme’s.
Today, Cordelia was off to visit the warlocks, along with Zoe and Myrtle. She had been busier in the last two weeks than she had all year – diplomacy was her priority right now. I could tell she still had her reservations; over dinner, she’d stare into her wine glass for minutes without blinking, churning over the events of the day. She often went off to meetings and wouldn’t be back until after dark. She was up to something, or maybe she suspected someone else was.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Michael, and Cordelia’s questions about him. He was a boy. A warlock, and apparently a powerful one, but as far as I’d seen, he was just…a boy. What could they want with him?
“Girls! Come down here, immediately!” Cordelia yelled. I jumped from my chair, taking the steps two at a time to see what was wrong.
Two new faces stood beside Cordelia. I recognised them immediately, just like I had Myrtle. I’d seen them in photo albums around the house, but had never met them myself – Madison and Queenie.
“My girls. My beautiful, beautiful girls. Your sisters are home.” Cordelia cried. Myrtle squeezed her hand reassuringly.
A few other girls had congregated at the bottom of the stairs. It was like seeing a ghost. One thought ricocheted around the room like a bullet: How?
“Someone make some tea. We have much to discuss.” Myrtle commanded.
That day, over half empty cups, Cordelia told us everything.
That beautiful boy, the one I’d danced with all night at the ball and who’d adorned my neck with diamonds, was more powerful than he let on. My very first thought was, I should have taken what Jerome said on board. Was it a warning? A message?
“Michael brought our girls back. While grateful, I simply can’t see how he could be the next Supreme. Warlocks have never, ever claimed this title. As far as anybody knows, it’s impossible.” Cordelia mused. Several witches nodded enthusiastically.
“He gives me the creeps. Something about him isn’t right.” Olivia, a witch a few years younger than me, said. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. I clenched my jaw defensively.
“I just can’t see it. I went to the ball with him. He seems so…normal.” I spoke up, surprising even myself.
Every pair of eyes in the room swivelled to face me.
“What’s he like, then?” Olivia sneered.
“Quiet. That’s all.” I said, looking into the bottom of my cup.
“He doesn’t seem so bad. He was at our table, seemed like a decent guy…and he saved our sisters.” Penny spoke up.
I was flooded with gratitude, which I’m sure she felt, as she shot a smile my way. At least I didn’t look crazy on my own.
“That may be so. Regardless, I want you all to be more alert. Because tonight, we’re going to the Hawthorne school. Michael is to perform the seven wonders.”
A gasp ripped through the girls.
“I haven’t even had a chance yet! That’s not fair!” Olivia whined.
Cordelia smiled tightly, “This title is a burden, Olivia. You should be glad you’re not in the spotlight tonight,” She sighed. “I am not happy about it. But if this boy is as powerful as the warlocks say he is, I cannot stand in the way of the coven.” She squeezed both the returned witches’ knees affectionately.
“Be ready by dark. Look presentable.” Myrtle ordered finally.
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The day, and all its confusing revelations, exhausted me. I fell asleep in my clothes at three in the afternoon. I dreamt of Michael, as usual. This time, he was grabbing my hand, pulling me further and further into the rolling green fields beside the Academy, running – I couldn’t tell if it was away from or towards something.
“Lyla. Lyla, wake up. Lyla-”
Sweat slicked my forehead when I jolted awake. My room was empty and drenched in golden light. I sighed heavily, squeezing my eyes shut and open again.
Like a mirage, Michael stood in the yard outside my window. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. He smiled, and without a word exchanged between us I was hurrying down the stairs. Most girls were too busy with study to notice. I slipped out the back door like a ghost.
“Hi.” He greeted me, reaching out for my hand. My skin buzzed at his touch. He immediately led me away from the house, into the field like in my dream. He smiled, but kept his gaze fixed on the horizon.
I wasn’t used to this kind of contact with Michael – his thumb drawing soft, unconscious lines across the back of my hand. He seemed completely at ease.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Somewhere quiet. Away from them.” He cast his eyes back towards the looming shadows of the Academy.
I kept quiet the rest of the way. Instead of talking, I drank him in. I felt like an addict, clinging to any scrap of Michael available to me. His black combat boots crunched against the dry grass. He donned faded black jeans and a black tee shirt, a departure from the more formal attire I’d seen him in. I admired the smooth golden skin of his upper arms, and the freckle near his elbow. The chain I loved so much was hanging across his chest. I bit my lip and tried to keep my thoughts quiet, locking them tightly in a box inside me. I hoped it was enough to stop him overhearing.
Eventually, we came to a tall tree with just enough shade for the two of us. Michael sat down cross-legged and waited for me to do the same. Our knees touched, and neither of us moved away.
“What’s with all the secrecy?” I whispered.
“First of all, I heard you earlier. You called me normal.” He fake pouted.
“Well, they certainly don’t seem to think so,” I sighed. “Why?”
“It’s complicated.” He picked at the grass, scattering blades in the breeze.
“Everything’s complicated with you, huh.” I looked at up him. Every time I thought I was starting to get to know him, another wall went up between us.
He smiled, taking my hand into his. He played with my fingertips gently, traced the lines across my knuckles. “You have no idea.”
“So, the seven wonders test. Everyone’s losing their minds in there.” I laughed. Personally, I didn’t give a shit if the Supreme was a witch or a warlock. But I hated the idea of losing Cordelia…and I didn’t want to fathom that that might be the cost of Michael’s success.
“Will you be there?” He asked softly, looking up at me. His baby blue eyes looked so vulnerable, so innocent. He needed me, whether he’d admit it or not.
My heart swelled in my chest as I nodded. “Of course.”
He leaned closer, our noses half an inch away from each other. “Can I kiss you?” He breathed.
“You’ve never asked before.” I whispered. My heart was in my throat.
“This is different. For good luck. Can I kiss you?” He repeated.
I kissed him before he could ask again. This was different to his kisses at the ball – before it was lust, now it was…something else. He kissed me like I was air, like he needed me to survive. His lips fought mine hungrily, moving closer until my back was against the solid tree. His hand cradled the side of my face, tangling into the base of my ponytail. Pinned there, tight against his body, Michael made me forget anything existed at all.
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The sun was setting by the time I slipped back into the house. Leaning against the front door, my head spun like a coin. I was dizzy with bliss – kissing Michael was how it was supposed to feel, I was certain.
He’d had gone a different route, avoiding the house all together. While the witches were on high alert, we had to keep things quiet. He peppered my face with kisses on that last corner, before he turned right and I continued. I still felt their warmth.
“Where have you been?” Zoe asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
“For a walk.” I’d never been good at lying, but I shocked myself at how easily it rolled off my tongue. I had a feeling spending time with Michael was going to make me a very, very good liar.
“Car’s ready.” She shrugged, leaving the front door open for the remaining girls.
The Hawthorne School didn’t look as nice as Robichaux’s from the outside, but the inside was dark and lush. Wine-red lounges sat on cool cement floors, and every wall was lined with old books. Cordelia and Myrtle sniffed with disdain, claiming the air reeked of unwashed teenage boys. I tried to hide my eye rolls. The witches filtered in, and the cement doors slid shut. We milled around the common area, chatting idly with the warlocks, but the air crackled with anticipation. I hadn’t seen Michael yet.
Ariel and his men stood by the hallway, muttering under their breath to one another. John Henry lit up another cigarette, tapping his foot impatiently.
I made my way to the edges of the room, wanting to melt into the walls. If Michael wasn’t here, I had no desire to be here either. As I inched around the outskirts of the room, I felt a warm pair of hands around my waist. He pulled me backwards into the pitch-black hallway and I didn’t flinch.
“I missed you.” He whispered against my lips. The jeans and tee shirt I’d seen earlier were discarded – tonight, Michael was in a full black suit, with a small silver pendant close to this collar. I laughed softly. It had been a few hours, tops. I had this kid in the palm of my hand. Michael didn’t seem happy to overhear this; he bit down on my lip, then wedged his knee between my thighs. Rocking it there, the friction was unbearable. A moan rose in my throat, but Michael clapped his hand over my mouth before it surfaced. I ran my tongue against his thumb and his eyes darkened, even in the low light. He kissed me again, deeply.
“Tonight, doing all this, know that all I want is to be here with you.” His eyes smouldered with intensity. I believed him.
He pushed me into the room softly, smirking in the darkness. He didn’t come out until he was called.
Ariel’s hand rested on Michael’s shoulder like a proud father.
“Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, is a momentous occasion. The first warlock to ever attempt the seven wonders. Michael Langdon.” Ariel said his name like a prayer.
“No need for theatrics. The first task is telekinesis.” Cordelia said shortly.
Michael summoned the fire poker from the fireplace across the room, landing in his hand with ease. My heart soared with pride, then guilt. How could I be happy for him, and be a witch? Weren’t the two at odds with each other?
“Vitalum vitalis.” Cordelia declared.
A small, brown mouse lay dead on the tabletop. Michael gathered its tiny body into his hands, closed his eyes, and in seconds the animal was alive, sprightly.
“Concilium.”
Zoe and Madison’s bodies were pushed together by invisible forces, and they danced an awkward waltz. This all seemed to come so easily to Michael – he was the real deal.
“Divination,” Cordelia said, scattering a handful of stones across the table. “The locket hidden somewhere in this building-”
Michael immediately rose to his feet and strode to a small cabinet. I hadn’t even noticed it when we’d arrived. But somehow, he knew. The golden locket hung between his fingers delicately. The smugness emanating off Ariel was palpable.
“Transmutation.” Cordelia spoke. There was a smile in her tone – clearly, she thought this would be Michael’s downfall. She was searching for a chink in his armour.
Michael stood in the centre of the room. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. When I blinked, he’d moved twenty feet, to stand beside the warlocks. The boys’ cheers filled the room. Again, with a small puff of smoke, he appeared beside me, across the room. I longed to touch him, but quickly remembered where we were. He smiled softly. I ignored the witches’ sounds of disgust.
“Pyrokinesis.” Cordelia’s voice shook a little now.
Ariel handed Michael the short blade. Without a second guess, Michael sliced his palm open, letting the blood drip into the flame of a candle. The light was brighter than anything I’d ever seen – nuclear, incredible.
“The final task, descensum. Today, I am not asking you to perform this wonder. I am asking you to conquer it. You must retrieve Misty Day.” Cordelia said. My gut twisted – I was torn in half. One part of me knew Cordelia was grasping at straws, desperate for a rule change this late in the game to dethrone any potential Michael had at being our leader. The other part of me knew something about this boy wasn’t magic at all, it was something more.
Ariel asked for a word alone with Cordelia. The room burst into chatter the second they left.
Michael stood beside me, hands behind his back. His confidence radiated like flames.
“Are you nervous?” I whispered, keeping my gaze ahead of me.
“No. I have you.” He whispered back.
After some heated debate, and Cordelia appearing especially flustered, Michael laid on the floor, reciting incantations. Six minutes. That’s all it took. Six minutes for him to descend into Hell, Misty’s own personal suffering, and bring her back to life. He barely broke a sweat.
After standing up and straightening his jacket, Michael glowed with pride. He avoided looking at me, knowing better than to draw attention to us, but glanced my way a few times. I tried to make my thought as loud as possible – I am so proud of you. You’ve done so well. Thank you for bringing our friend back.
“Cordelia.” Myrtle spoke, eyes wide with worry. Our Supreme’s nose had begun dripping with blood, and she quickly stumbled.
“What’s happening?” I asked, rushing to Cordelia’s side. I felt her arms quivering weakly.
“What always happens when a new Supreme rises: the old one fades away. We demand what’s ours.” Ariel spoke, his face hard with determination. The other warlocks nodded in agreement.
“You are a pathetic pompous ass!” Myrtle yelled. It seemed to be directed at all the warlocks, not any one in particular.
“I did everything you asked. I descended into Hell, and I did what you couldn’t. I brought her back. I passed the seven wonders. Unless you want to add another one.” Michael’s said calmy, with a pinch of sass. His expression scorched under the surface.
“No. There can be no doubt. You are the next Supreme.” Cordelia managed, before falling to the floor.
“Cordelia!” I yelled, reaching out for her. Among the chaos, Michael smiled.
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Later, in a room off the main corridor, Cordelia sat wrapped in a blanket. I hid just outside the door, listening. I had to know what was going on, what they were planning.
Misty brought in a cup of tea, and I ducked into the shadows.
“I knew you for such a short time, but I missed you forever.” Cordelia said softly, looking at Misty in awe.
“You should have left me where I was. That man you sent to fetch me – he gives me the heebie-jeebies. There is something wrong with him.” Misty whispered.
No. I can’t accept that.
“When he came to get me, he was…talking to somebody. Something. I could hear their gibberish, all around the classroom. Evil was speaking to him.” Misty recounted.
“Delia, what have we done? We’ve anointed that boy the next Supreme.” Myrtle lamented.
“He will never be the Supreme. I needed to know how strong he was. I knew there was something…dangerous about him, something dark. I had to keep him close, so we’d be ready. Something is coming. I can feel it. Michael Langdon has already given us an advantage – I have all my girls back with me.” Cordelia smiled.
My heart was by my feet and my arms were covered in goosebumps. There was no way Michael was as bad as everyone said he was. I knew in his core, there was good. I just had to bring it to light.
The women stood to leave.
I quickly snuck away, watching where I stepped so as to not let them know I’d been eavesdropping. Taking a few steps down the corridor, I hid I the shadows like a creep until they’d moved back into the common area.
“How long have you been hiding, angel?” A familiar deep voice asked behind me. I yelped, and Michael grabbed my hand to let me know it was him.
“You scared me!” I whispered, smacking his chest lightly.
He smirked, chuckling to himself. “Listening in on gossip?” He teased.
My stomach churned. “Something like that. They’re worried about Cordelia.” I lied. I focused on that blue light inside me, hoping Michael wouldn’t sense my heart racing. I knew in my heart I couldn’t tell him what I’d overheard, not yet. I had to understand it for myself first.
“How are you feeling, boy wonder?” I asked lightly, tracing the outline of his tie.
“Tired, and seen – I’m sick of everyone staring at me.” He growled, flicking his eyes at the warm light of the common room. He brought my hand up to him mouth, brushing his lips against my knuckles. I shuddered.
“I need coffee. I know a place.” He smiled, taking my hand.
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Dating Dorcas would include...
A/N: A lot longer than I had planned, I’ll admit. Also, this is not proofread at all. Have fun!
WARNING! SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3
You know, you should probably stop letting your sister drag you into these messes
But then again, you’re having too much fun
Isn’t that right, Y/N Morningstar?
You’re Sabrina’s half-sister
Different mothers, same father
However, your mother and Diana Spellman were close friends
So when Sabrina gets sent to her aunties Zelda and Hilda, you get sent with her
You and Sabrina are raised together, practically joined at the hip
You learn your first spells together, with Ambrose as your teacher
You were both born on the same day, so you share a birthday
Which means Hilda gets to go crazy for birthday parties, despite Zelda’s complaints
Being half-mortal, you and Sabrina start Baxter High at the same time
You both have very different friend groups
But still, you hang out with them often
On the night of your sixteenth birthday, you and Sabrina prepare for your dark baptism
Sabrina refuses to sign the Book of the Beast, but you do so
Willingly
You want the power that comes with it, and you want to reach your full potential
Sabrina knows you’ve wanted this, so she doesn’t try to stop you
She has before, but to no avail
So you start at the Academy of Unseen Arts before Sabrina does
Hilda hugs you tight, telling you she’ll miss you
“Auntie Hilda, it’s not like we’ll never see each other again, but I love you. And I’ll miss you as well.”
Ambrose is next, but he’s more excited
“Go out there, see the word, explore your potential.”
Sabrina is the last person you say goodbye to
“Are you sure I can’t make you change your mind?” She asks you
But you smile and hug your sister, kissing the side of her head
“I love you, Brina. But I can handle myself.”
On your first day at the Academy, you meet Nicholas Scratch
He’s handsome, charming
And a complete nightmare
The two of you are quick to become friends
You admire the nerve he has and his sense of humor
He admires your quick wit and your no-bullshit attitude
Through him, you meet the Weird Sisters
The three immediately try to scare you off by hexing you, but you easily counter their hexes and curses with spells of your own
Impressed by your attitude, they instantly take a liking to you
They take you in, and it’s almost like you’re a fourth Weird Sister
When Sabrina starts her three-day stay at the Academy, you’re super excited
You’ve been at the Academy for a week, but you’ve already learned so much
But the two of you have separate classes, so you talk and decide to meet up again during lunch
In Demonology, you sit with the sisters, who are planning on Harrowing a new student
You stay out of it, as you usually do
“Sabrina Spellman, Edward Spellman’s daughter-”
“No.”
The three turn to you with surprised expressions
“No?”
“You’re not Harrowing my sister.”
Eventually, the sisters back off reluctantly
You meet with Sabrina again during lunch and tell them all about your first week
You tell her about how you’ve been hanging out with the Weird Sisters, and how you’ve bonded
Especially, how you’ve bonded with Dorcas
Sabrina is quick to catch on, and you gently shove her as she teases you
“I mean, go for it. You really like her, right? You’re single, you’re pretty, and you’re a powerful witch. What’s not to like?”
“I agree.” A male voice says from behind the two of you
You introduce Nicholas to Sabrina and head out for your next class, which you have with Dorcas
“Are you going to the dance tonight?” You ask Dorcas
“Of course I am. Are you?” She asks in return, and you chuckle
“Yes. Do you have a date?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Yes.”
And that’s how the two of you end up going to the dance together
Neither of you thinks too much of it, really
You both drink, dance, joke around and laugh
And at some point in the night, Agatha could’ve sworn she saw you two disappear into one of the closets
After that night, you two don’t necessarily make it official, but you start seeing each other outside your friend group more often
The other students can tell there’s something going on between you and Dorcas
But they all know what’s good for them
So they keep their mouths shut
Sabrina catches wind, and she’s strangely okay with this
“If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
You and Dorcas start going on little dates
Sometimes it’ll be a picnic in the woods after curfew
Other times you’ll both just sit in the rooms and play with each other’s hair while you study
It’s not long before Agatha and Prudence find out
They don’t really care
“As long as we’re invited, we’ll allow this to continue.”
You can never tell if Prudence is joking and when she’s being serious
When Father Blackwood summons the Crimson Avenger, you plan on leaving the Academy to help your family
But Dorcas doesn’t want to let you
“Y/N, please, stay with us here at the Academy. Father Blackwood will keep us safe-”
You silence her with a gentle kiss and pull away before she can respond
“I’ll see you soon.”
And with that, you leave
When you return, Dorcas pulls you in for a kiss in front of the entire coven, not caring who sees
You’re both official after that
A few months later, the Dark Lord comes to Greendale
He brings you and Sabrina to him and reveals your true heritage
He also reveals how he used Nicholas to get close to both you and Sabrina
Sabrina storms out after rejecting her duty to be queen, and you stand to follow after her
“Ah, ah, darling Y/N. If you follow your sister, you will be rejecting your duty to me as well. Tell me, my dear, is that something you really want to do?”
You fix him with a glare and leave to find Sabrina, leaving Lucifer dumbstruck
And enraged
While looking for Sabrina, you run into Prudence
She tells you Father Blackwood poisoned the coven, and you immediately rush over to the desecrated church to find the entire coven half dead
“Agatha! Dorcas!” You call, and you’re given a response in the form of a small groan
You and Prudence rush to the front, where you see the two sisters, barely clinging to life
You give Prudence no time to panic as you grab onto the three of them and teleport back home, where Hilda, Zelda and Ambrose help you heal them
After you help Sabrina trap Lucifer in Nick’s body, you head home to check on Dorcas
You find she’s still unconscious, but according to your auntie Hilda, she will recover
So you decide to stay until the entire coven recovers
When the pagans come, you’re very wary of them, as everyone is
You offer to go with Dorcas to deliver the moon pie after the snake incident, but she refuses and says she’ll go alone
Agatha follows her on Zelda’s orders
You don’t see Dorcas for a couple of days, and you’re super worried
However, the next time you see her, she’s turned to stone
Literally
You help Ambrose find a way to reverse whatever curse the pagans put on her, but you also help Prudence figure out what’s wrong with Agatha
Once the spell cast on Dorcas is reversed, she collapses against you
And she’s confused as hell
She tells you what she remembers before she has a tiny panic attack, which you hold her through
You two separate when you go help Roz, Harvey and Theo stop the pagans
But something feels off
You feel like something’s about to go wrong
Horribly wrong
You tell them to not move before rushing home, and the sight that greets you when you walk in breaks your heart
“Dorcas? Prudence?”
Both sisters lie on the ground, bleeding from several stab wounds
No
No, no no
You collapse onto your knees, taking both their hands with tears streaming down your face
As you rack your brain for any spells you can think of to heal the sisters, you fail to hear the third sister behind you
You feel a sharp pain erupt where your heart is before everything goes black
You see your memories dance before your eyes
Growing up, signing your name in the Book of the Beast, meeting Dorcas, making things official with her
And you wake up to see Sabrina hovering over you
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The Real Story Behind Suspiria (2018) And The 5 Other Paranormal Places You Need To Know About
It’s the classic Hollywood story:
Girl moves to a different country to pursue her dreams of stardom.
Girl auditions for dance academy.
Girl is selected as the new host for the head witch of a coven.
Oh and there’s some Nazis in there as well!
Okay, so maybe it doesn’t fit in the Netflix Rom-Com section…
But regardless - it is all based on a series of true stories.
It was only last year that a remake of the 1977 art classic - Suspiria (2018) - hit Amazon Prime and a handful of theatres. And joined at its hip was a flurry of top-rated reviews that swooned over its artistic rehashing of the horror genre.
Well, I say top-rated...
For a horror movie it faced a standing ovation, but it was still on the receiving end of many a ‘meh’.
Nevertheless, fit with an intricate plot and fleshed out with garish gore, this is undoubtedly one of the best horror films of this decade.
(It it here that I realise that we are about to enter a new decade and I feel like lying face down on the floor and having an existential crisis.)
And it turns out that it’s twisted plot is actually set against a very real backdrop.
Yet despite the intricate set of stories providing the foundation to this tale, Suspiria rarely wears the ‘based on a true story’ label.
Sure, one of the writer’s own stories is often discussed when it comes to this film, but the reality actually goes much deeper and much further than this.
For the last week I’ve been attempting to keep us with the winding story, but it is little discussed, well, anywhere.
Nevertheless, I’ve brought together everything I could uncover, and present to you this complete guide to the real story behind Suspiria!
Today’s post will cover the essay that served as the main inspiration, the tale it is directly based on, and the paranormal phenomena of magic triangles that support it, too.
Let’s get spooky.
First, Let’s Recap The Plot Of Suspiria
It’s the 1970s. We are in Germany, near the tripoint-border of Switzerland and France.
The main chick from 50 Shades of Grey rocks up to, like, the hottest dance academy to try her hand at being America’s next drag superstar the next big thing.
Problem is, the academy is run by 3 matrons who worship the Three Mothers - a group of witches determined to bring tears, sighs and darkness to the world!
(mwahahaha)
When someone does call them out for being witches, they get tortured and killed.
Oh, and it all happens through the medium of dance!
No, seriously.
All the big moments of the plot coincide with dance numbers.
It’s like the prom scene in films about high schools, or maybe the big game!
Anyway - this new kid gets voted as the host for the freshly elected head witch of the coven. And accurately, the other witch who wanted to be elected isn’t happy.
When one of the dancers gets kidnapped, a fellow student investigates, and finds clues in her journal which leads her to the witches’ inner sanctum.
This is where the witchy stuff goes down.
They #roadtrip it to the inner sanctum, and find the kidnapped student who is being used in a ritual.
And this all happens at the same time as the prom big dance!
The ritual ends up being done incorrectly, and the new kid is possessed by the Jeremy Hunt of the witches.
The possessed new kid then avenges anyone who didn't vote for them.
This witchy-posessy-death-fest ensues and features as a part of the big dance.
Witchy control of the dance academy ensues.
TL;DR - just watch an episode of Dance Moms.
Suspiria Is Originally Based Off The Essay Suspiria De Profundis
The film might be traced back to many paranormal phenomena, but the basis for the film starts here in 1845.
Thomas De Quincey, the author behind Suspiria De Profundis, wrote a collection of short essays which centre on psychological fantasy.
It is even believed that he wrote these essays based on his own visual experience of Opium; this clearly births the artsy-fartsy nature of the film.
However, it was a screenwriter’s use of these essays to create the original 1970s Suspiria which tied all the strings this post will talk about together.
The inspiration from the essay centres on the three witches known as The Three Mothers.
And even though this seems a small literature-based link to the film, Argento expands the focus on the Three Mothers to other paranormal phenomena that mirror this.
And this paranormal phenomena includes The Magical Triangle - a region in Europe where occult communities come together and paranormal events are amplified.
However, it turns out that there is not just one magic triangle.
There are five.
But before we take a roadtrip round all these triangles, we have to discuss the story that directly influenced the film.
Nicologidi’s True Story That Inspired Suspiria
So, we know that Argento’s knowledge of paranormal phenomena directly influenced the film...
But it’s the other screenwriter - Nicolodi - which has a story which directly mirrors the events of the film.
Well, to an extent, that is.
Nicolodi’s Grandmother went to a Piano school in the area Argento is so obsessed with, and the Grandmother claimed that at this school they practiced black magic.
Clearly this is a simple tale not dissimilar to the other films toting ‘based on a true story’.
However, it’s how Argento expanded this to include other paranormal phenomenon that rightly bestows upon it this classic - and often misused - tagline.
Argento’s Magical Triangle
“There’s very little to joke about. It’s something that exists…”
Argento clearly based Suspiria on real paranormal phenomenon.
And it starts here, with The Magical Triangle
It is claimed that the area where France, Germany and Switzerland meet has a history closely linked to the occult.
Whether it’s cursed cathedrals or the collection of occult communities, this triangle was one of the core pieces of inspiration for the flick.
And one of the factors contributing to the occult-focus of this triangle is the teachings of Rudolph Steiner.
(note - this is not steiner in this gif)
Steiner - a social reformer and occultist - created a anthrosophic community in this area. This includes the Waldorf School which was rumoured to have practiced both paganism and satanism, mirroring Nicolodi’s story and the film itself.
Unfortunately, I can find very little information on this triangle itself.
But the other magic triangles I have discovered have received their own fair share of attention.
The 4 Other Magical Triangles You Need To Know About
There are 2 other magic triangles in Europe, alone.
And both actually come together and meet in Turin - a city which is considered a hub of supernatural activity.
The first triangle of these triangles is the Black Magic Triangle:
This includes San Francisco, London, and Turin, and its history dates back to the Roman Era.
Said magic is believed to come from the energetic currents that flow through the cities, with Turin staking its claim as the most magical - and this is because Turin is supposedly suspended between good and evil.
The white magic triangle involves Turin, Lyon and Prague - and all I can find on it is this:
It is claimed that ‘those who know’ go to this area to pay homage to the ‘grand old man’ - make of that what you will..
This magical and mysterious area is further inferred by Turin’s position on the 45th parallel.
“Turin is the place where my nightmares are best.” - Argento.
Yes - that quote is from Argento, confirming the influence of multiple magical triangles in the creation of Suspiria!
And why wouldn’t his nightmares be best here?
This Italian city has witnessed its own history of paranormal events and phenomena, and is even believed to house the hidden gate to hell.
Take the Piazzo Statuto:
Not only has it seen a bloody battle back in the 18th century, it’s angel statue represents the dichotomy between the good and evil Turin allegedly contains.
The angel can also look like the devil, and even bears the mark of a 5 pointed star.
Turin also is claimed to have once housed alchemical labs underground with rumours of metal being converted to gold, a myth relating to the legend of the Philosopher’s stone which has its own paranormal associations.
Ghosts have also been said to roam the streets, such as that of Christine Marie who pushed past lovers into the river to drown.
#brutal
The final paranormal phenomena of Turin I want to discuss is that of Palazzo Trucchi di Levaldigi.
Fit with a hell-inspired door-knocker, this is yet another reminder on the mish mash of magic triangles spread across the world.
Indeed this building is the city’s tarot manufacturer. And the building number? It’s 15.
The tarot card with the no. 15 is the card of the Devil.
The 40,000 satanists rumoured to be lurking the streets of Turin and performing rituals in basements confirms its mysterious existence further.
Our next magical triangle is probably the most famous mystery in existence:
The Bermuda Triangle.
This triangle deserves it’s own post given the sheer volume of evidence, debunking and discussion given to its name. Nevertheless, it further reinforces the reality behind Suspiria.
Also known as the Devil’s Triangle, this is an area from which travellers who sail or fly through often go missing.
The recorded occurrences began in 1950 with the loss of Flight 19.
Whether it’s the claims of UFOs, or the lost city of Atlantis’ technology, this triangle be a spooky one.
Our final triangle is a little less international, and resides in the state of Massachusetts in the US of A:
It’s the Bridgewater Triangle.
Named by paranormal investigator Loren Coleman, this 200 square mile triangle has been a home to many a creature in its time.
From a huge black dog back in 1976, to tall, winged creatures, and even Bigfoot, this is a hub for paranormal sightings.
Weirder occurrences such as mutilated cattle have also been discovered, confirming that Suspiria’s story goes much deeper - and further - than we would like…
The True Story Behind The Three Witches
The last piece of paranormal phenomena we have to discuss is that of the Three Witches. And no, Suspiria isn’t the first piece of pop culture to make note of witches coming in threes.
Sure, Shakespeare beat Thomas to the chase with the Weird Sisters in Macbeth, but three is actually a very spiritual number.
Clearly the most obvious claim to this is the Holy Trinity: God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost.
But mirroring this is the stages of the moon; the concept of Mind, Body and Spirit; and Mother, Maiden, and Crone.
The last trinity points to pagan beliefs regarding the seasons, but also relies closely on their perspective of witches, particularly in British folk religions. Witches were often believed to come in threes, and contained a mother, a maiden, and a crone.
And thus, as triangles have 3 corners and 3 sides, we see how a link is forged between the 3 witches in Suspiria, and the magical triangles already explained in this post.
This is especially true given the importance of a triangle as a symbol in paganism.
Whether its derived from paranormal theory, or sought from the tales of terror lurking around the world, Suspiria isn’t just based on 19th century literature.
Indeed, it has pointed us to a paranormal phenomenon - that of magic triangles - little discussed among us mere mortals.
So - what’s your verdict?
Do you think Turin is haunted by the clash between good and evil?
And who else wants to roadtrip round the triangles with me?
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Into the light (I'll hold you)
Pairing: Coven!Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader
Prompt: Slow dancing in the greenhouse.
Word Count: 2557
Warnings: Self doubt, angst.
A/n: Canon divergent, H*nk doesn't exist and Delia's acid attack never happened, although she has still had the Sight previously. Was saving this fic but fuck it, I'm posting it now😌
Halloween.
The night of eerie suspense and the lingering sense of being watched. You enjoyed the days festivities when you were younger, skipping excitedly door to door under a white sheet with your friends.
This Halloween would be your second at Miss Robichaux’s, the first you’d all gone out to a party and got a little too drunk, returning to an irritated Ms Goode. It had been the first time you’d kissed her, and she’d rejected you because of the state you’d been in.
Still, it was the night that had started the path of your relationship with the headmistress.
You loved Halloween.
This year, Fiona Goode, reigning Supreme, returned to the academy. You were instantly weary of her, due to the fact Delia never liked to bring her mother up in conversation of her past. When you’d overheard her telling your girlfriend that she was wasted potential in the school, a prickle of icy anger called the hair at the nape of your neck to stand rigid.
You and the rest of the witches had decided to stay in, watch films and play games. It wasn’t often that everyone could get together to celebrate an evening where witches were celebrated, so they wanted to make the most of the friendly atmosphere that surrounded them. It never lasted long in the coven.
Fiona went out to a bar, her witches hat crooked atop her head and you found yourself glaring at her as she left. The woman alit a flame inside you, one that easily spread and engulfed your powers, fire licking hotly at the tips of your fingers and threatened to overpower you.
Cordelia had stayed behind with you, much to her mother protest, to have a quiet night while the rest of the hubbub would be concentrated in the living room. You were both wrong to think that there’d be no disturbances.
The shattering of glass fractured the silence in your shared room with Cordelia. She’d been braiding your hair, an intimacy that the pair of you rarely found time to do together. She hummed the song you were sung as a child, a habit that she’d picked up in your time at the coven, the action now second nature. It no longer only served to soothe you, but now it brought her comfort too.
Her fingers stilled in your hair, head snapping to the door. You heard a couple of loud thuds and shouts, and then her hand was clutching yours protectively.
“Hey Cordelia?” You heard Queenie shout up the stairs, “you best look outside.”
She was off the bed like it had burned her, drawing the curtains back to show the slow advance of the people outside. You heard her shaky inhale, before she fisted her hands in her trousers and turned to you.
“It’s just the locals. Playing tricks on us, you know how Madison likes to irritate them the rest of the year. Lord knows we’re not the best neighbours,” her face looked serious but the waver in her voice betrayed her. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than you.
It had been a blur after that, shouting and running, and Cordelia slipped out of your grasp. You’d been fighting, had a kitchen knife pressed into your hand by, Zoe, maybe? No. It had been one of the other girls.
They wouldn’t die, those zombies, if that’s even what they were. You’d slashed at a part of them that they shouldn’t have been able to get back up from. Yet it did, limbs flailing and reaching spindly towards you.
Knocked to the ground, you think you must have passed out. But not before you’d seen Cordelia trying to defend the house, eyes furious and scared and dark.
You remembered the purr of the chainsaw, the splatter of blood. The silence that hung after.
The next day you found Cordelia sat at her usual bench in the greenhouse, frows furrowed in concentration as she mixed ingredients with the gentle crack of test tubes and vials. You could see the anguish behind hooded eyes, it was clear that she’d been restless last night, down here long past when everyone else slept.
You had seen her from your window as you’d been drawing the curtains the night before, standing over the pile of haphazardly thrown bodies of the zombies. You weren’t sure how long she’d spent there, not wanting to disturb her until now.
She’d also been absent at both breakfast and dinner, with the excuse of paperwork, but you could see through the thinly veiled lie. You brought her a sandwich and a yogurt, setting them down on a bench before pulling a chair up beside her to watch her work.
Cordelia could mix potions and restore plants without thinking, her craft a lovingly perfected dance in which he moved around the greenhouse with practised ease, plucking vials off the shelves and balancing glassware in steady hands.
Her hands shook. Slightly, almost unnoticeable was the small tremor but it indicated her unease. There was blood still crusted under her fingernails.
You softly coaxed her to put the glass down with fingers around her wrists, guiding her to look at you before lazily lacing your fingers together. She whispered a greeting with a small smile, almost as if she hadn’t registered your presence until you’d touched her.
“I feel like I failed everyone. My girls.” Her voice cracked languidly, eyes falling to where your hands joined on her lap, her nails scraping at your skin nervously. “How can I be headmistress when I cannot protect you all?”
“It’s not your job to do it all alone.” You reminded her gently, thumb brushing over whitened knuckles, following the dip and contour of her skin. “Cordelia.”
A single droplet of shimmering water does not sink a ship. A single cloud cannot shield the sun. A single parent could spend years doubting their worth, unaware that it takes a village to raise a child.
No single person can bear the weight of the world’s troubles without crumbling.
Not even Cordelia, whom you thought could harness the sun if she willed it, could do everything herself. It simply was an unrealistic expectation that her mother had used to weigh her down with.
“Look at me, baby. You are not alone, okay?”
When her head lifted slowly, the light caught the water in her eyelashes, diamond tears shimmering and rolling down the curve of reddened cheeks. You were quick to coo at her, hand coming to cradle her face so you could lean to kiss them away, salt on your tongue.
She shook her head, refusing to look at you and you felt hopeless, like a bystander on the site of an accident. As much as you tried to couldn’t get close enough to her to help, to comfort her as she needed. Running in a dream, tripping over a mere breath and wading through syrup as you tried to escape.
“I’m a failure.”
You found yourself shaking your head, the phantom of a protest falling from your lips, how could Cordelia think that.
“Everything that Fiona says is true.” She continued, head falling into her arms on the desk. Your hand rested on her back, a gentle reminder of the comfort you could give her if only she asked for it. If only she would accept it when you would give it to her anyway.
“I don’t belong here.” Whispered from under her hair which hid her.
Cordelia didn’t realise her own worth, and you wondered if anyone ever truly does.
Does the night sky know its beauty? Or does it envy the blue of the day? Does it wait for the sun to kiss its head and grant it eternity. The night sky is rich with light, if it would only look deep enough within itself to find it. Burning stars and planets reflecting the sun, a kaleidoscope of colour on an ebony canvas.
Cordelia would often look at pictures of her absent mother when she believed to be alone. She was secretly envious of Fiona’s effortless graceful command and hold that she had over the whole coven. She believed her own magical abilities to be inferior to that of the Supreme’s, but it was an unfair comparison, for a Supreme would always persist.
She thought that it meant hers weren’t strong enough, scared for eventualities like the previous night, that she would fail at the role of protector. But she hadn’t failed, she’d fought just like you and Zoe, and it was just the luck of the draw that Zoe’s fear would trigger her Power Negation.
But Cordelia held such raw natural, burning potential that you’d habitually find yourself staring as she practised spells. Eyes following the deft flow of her fingers as she’d manipulate movement. She’d had the second sight within her, so at least on a subconscious level she must know her power.
“You belong here. And look around you, look at this place. Yourgreenhouse.”
“You made it into what it’s become. It’s you.” You spoke, letting yourself spin to appreciate all the work she’d put into this place, into herself.
Cordelia lifted her head, hair falling from her eyes and crowning her face as she followed your gaze to the hanging planters, the glass vials. To the floor that she’d swept only days ago, leaves starting to litter the stone again.
She watched you run fingertips over the exposed brick on the wall, your attention solely on her work around you. She could see the adoration in the iris’ of your eyes, alight with your honesty. You gaze returning, always, to her as you walked to her.
Tentatively, you reached out for her. Was she yet ready to accept your help, your love as you wanted to give it to her?
Still unsure, Cordelia shied away from your comforting touch, head returning to her hands.
“You don’t have to live behind Fiona’s words anymore.” You whispered into her temple, as if straight into her mind.
Sometimes it is easier to live in the shadows than to confront those who cast them.
She’d spent her whole life cowering in Fiona’s shadow, growth and development stunted from the lack of light. Self-belief fractured into a gaping crack.
She’d been trapped, dark and alone with a mother figure who didn’t love her in a way she understood how to be loved. They both loved each other then, and ove each other now, but sometimes mere love isn’t enough. It isn’t consistent enough to be safe. You can love someone and still hurt them.
You had spent time working on her confidence, creeping back into the light and into herself again. Breaking down the thoughts that had grown to immobile threatening walls that only served to block the light more.
All it had taken was one night of Fiona being back for all that progress to retreat back to where they’d been hidden. Cordelia had urged you then to back away, to leave her and grow by yourself, that she was only holding you back.
But you gritted your teeth and grinned in the face of the devil. You weren’t scared of the dark. And you’d be damned if you were leaving it without your girlfriend. Even if you had to start right back at the beginning, you’d help her to heal.
“You could be the next Supreme.” You urged, pulling her head from where it rested on the table, forcing her to look in your eyes and see your honesty.
“Don’t say things that aren’t true.” She begged, vision hazed by tears.
“But it is true, Delia. You’re so powerful.” You pressed, eyes conveying your severity like your voice couldn’t. Willing her to believe.
You reached to brush the tears that clung to her eyelashes before they fell and stained her face. A lingering kiss to her lips, the feeling of her lower lip wobbling between your own. In that moment, you could feel her fragility.
You didn’t want to push further, knowing that she may never truly believe in her full potential like you did. Instead, you pushed yourself to feet and bounced in front of her. She looked up in confusion, eyes still full with tears that caught the light, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss them away again. They didn’t deserve to dampen her skin.
“Dance with me?” You asked, standing and offering a hand the way you’d so often seen in movies.
A shy smile formed on the headmistress’ lips, cheeks pink and the tips of her ears flushed as she allowed herself to be pulled from her seat. Into the shine of the moonlight, which shone beams of liquid silver through the glass onto the hard stone and the soft of Cordelia.
Your arms secured themselves around her waist while hers stroked the back of your neck. Moments like this made you wonder if perhaps the cliché’s people told you about love had been true. Maybe this could be forever. It always felt like forever when you were in her arms.
You swayed to phantom music, slow and deliberate, soft touches and kisses on bare shoulders. You felt like even a whisper would shatter the perfect peace you’d enveloped you both in, sending ripples of doubt over the sheer water and to Cordelia again.
The moon felt like perfect company in that moment, like a third person, watching and waiting. A witness to the silent change.
Cordelia pressed her forehead to yours, her fingers splayed through the hair at the back of your head, holding you close. You could see the depth of her eyes, searching for the lie in yours that wasn’t there to find. You truly believed that she was the next Supreme, she had to be.
“Say something.” She breathed, hand on your waist dancing under the hem of your top, cold fingers on warm skin.
“Like what?” You asked, pulling back momentarily so you could smile at her. The hand that was behind your head tucked hair behind your ear and brought your hand from her shoulder so she could press lips to your knuckles. The ridge of bone under the soft of her skin and then she was hugging you again.
“Anything, I just want to hear your voice.”
So you told her about yourself. Stories she’d never heard and memories you’d thought you’d forgotten. Whispers of your past shared with your future.
She nuzzled her chin into the crook of your neck and listened, breathing deep the smell of your perfume that clung, lingering to the collar of your clothes.
A laugh.
Rippling up your throat at reminiscing a memory, vibration muffled against her ear at your jaw, and Cordelia swore that she could feelyour emotions. Truly feel you, and she realised that you couldn’t lie to her. Couldn’t will yourself to say something untrue just to still the aching beat of her heart within her chest.
You couldn’t make yourself want to mend her. You didn’t want that. You wanted to help her heal. Heal from her past that held less joy and laughter than yours did.
You wanted to help her create memories of her own, just like this.
Slow dancing in the greenhouse.
Dancing in the dark under the glow of the patient moon.
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Michael x Male reader fluff ??
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: character death, angst, mentions of smut, fluff
A/N: I’ve never written any male!reader fics so this is a first! I’d love to write more so let me know if you’d like me to take a shot at something else! Under a cut bc this one is way longer than the usual requests I answer!
The timid knocks on his door were quiet, but they startled him nonetheless. It was the middle of the night. Everyone he talked to had been in bed for hours now, the halls were quiet and his social media feeds had died down. He’d been awake, reluctantly, of course, staring blankly at the ceiling, contemplating all of the recent events that had turned his world upside down.
Something inside of him felt like the person on the other side of the door was the same person that had been preoccupying his thoughts for months now, but the greater part inside of him told him to let it go. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back. He’d left him alone in the Hawthorne dorm they’d spent initially as roommates, and up until now, lovers.
He heard his named being called by a hoarse voice from outside of his dorm.
No. It couldn’t be.
“Michael?!” he breathlessly exclaimed as he jolted up from his bed and flung the weighted, wooden door ajar.
It was him. He had been so certain that he’d scared him off. Maybe he had been too much. Maybe he’d smothered him in a way that Michael wasn’t fond of. Or maybe Michael was the one that was scared. Too petrified of what others would think to take things any further than they’d already gone. He was convinced for a while that one else in the world existed but him and Michael. That was until Michael had up and disappeared in the middle of the night with no explanation. He’d been gone for days, until right at this moment.
Michael looked like he’d been to hell and back. His hair, the thick, golden strands that he loved to tug on when Michael nestled himself coyly between his legs and made him see stars, was matted and caked with muddy earth. His clothes, ones that Michael took great pride in upkeeping, were ripped to shreds, barely hanging on to his malnourished torso. But the most gut-wrenching part of his entire appearance was his eyes. He’d spent many nights gazing into them. Not saying anything, just staring. He’d memorized every dip and ridge of his blue-green irises, how they changed color depending on the intensity of the lamp on his bedside table. No matter how dark or how light, his eyes were always glimmering. They spoke to him in many ways that Michael often couldn’t communicate with words, so to see them now was quite possibly the hardest part of seeing him again.
They were sunken in and dull, the aquamarine now a deep, sallow grey. Underneath his eyes were dark purple shadows, indicating he probably hadn’t slept well since the last night they spent together.
“Where have you been? What happened to you?” the boy asked, feeling warm, fresh tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.
He pulled Michael into his room and shut the door behind him, where Michael immediately collapsed into his arms. The boy lowered both of their bodies, sliding against the wall until they were curled into each other on the floor.
Michael was weeping, his chest heaving, tears soaking the boy’s pajama top. The boy held Michael as close to him as he could, disregarding the clumps of mud that fell around him and onto his lap each time a sob wracked through Michael’s body.
He was almost in shock, in a way. In the days since Michael’s disappearance, he’d convinced himself that he’d never be able to hold him or touch him like this again. He’d stopped going to class, stopped socializing with his friend group, stopped eating. There was something so addictive about the Boy Wonder that waltzed through the doors of the private academy for warlocks just months ago, and to be ripped away from him cold turkey was the worst kind of withdrawal to go through.
“Mikey,” he tried drawing Michael from his chest to look him in the face.
Michael didn’t budge. He stayed in the same position, clutching tightly to the boy’s frame.
“Talk to me, Michael. What’s wrong?”
“She’s gone,” he choked out, inhaling the salty tears that pooled in the center of his dry and cracked lips.
“Who? Who’s gone?”
He was getting closer, getting him to open up little by little. He prayed to whoever was listening that he’d get somewhere with him. That he’d get the clarity he needed to justify the days he’d spent wallowing in his own self-pity. But he also knew that Michael rarely spoke about himself and how he was feeling. Maybe talking Michael through whatever had just happened to him could bring some clarity into his own life.
“My Ms. Mead. She’s dead. They killed her.”
More sobs, more heaving, more tearing apart at the seams. He’d seen Michael cry only once before when Michael told him that he thought he was in love with him, but those were different tears, a different kind of fear and excitement. These tears were forlorn. They were grieving.
The boy holding Michael stroked his spine, occasionally reaching out to work at the knots built up in his back. It felt right, to have Michael in his arms again, but it felt selfish to be savoring the moment like this. Not when Michael had just lost the only other person he’d ever heard Michael talk about loving.
“I’m so sorry, Michael,” he whispered.
“Who killed her?”
“Those fucking witches,” Michael snarled in between breaths, his grip around the boy’s middle growing uncomfortably tight.
“I’m going to murder every last one of them.”
“You’re delirious. Let’s get you in bed. We can talk more in the morning.”
Cordelia was the Supreme, as you’d heard all about it when she visited Los Angeles after hearing word that Michael might have powers greater than her own. Michael was certainly out of his mind if he thought he could successfully take down an entire coven without being burned at the stake first.
Michael nodded weakly against the boy’s chest.
“Actually, I think you need a shower first. Think you can stand?”
Michael shook his head, “No.”
“That’s okay. It’s okay, Michael,” he reassured him, rubbing his back once more.
The boy lifted Michael from the floor, holding him up by the chest as they hobbled to the bathroom connected to the dorm room.
He stripped Michael down, running his fingers over the protruding bones of his ribcage, feeling more and more devastated as each article of clothing was discarded onto the cold tile. He checked the temperature of the shower faucet before removing his own clothing, then carefully held onto Michael’s hand before stepping into the shower with him.
The boy worked the shampoo through Michael’s scalp, feeling the tension literally lift off of Michael’s shoulders at the feeling of being tended to. Clumps of dirt and mud swirled at the bottom of the shower drain as he lathered the rose-scented soap, Michael’s favorite, across his chest and back, then down to the meat of his thighs and ankles. When he was done cleaning up the mess Michael had made of himself, they stood idling underneath the scalding hot, flowing water.
They’d done this many times before, showered together. It often ended in wandering hands and creating more steam than what was caused by the temperature of the water, but this was entirely different kind of needy. He felt like Michael might quite literally crumble if he let him go.
They stayed there until the water ran cold, bodies flush against one another, buried in the crook of either one’s necks.
“You want some clothes to sleep in? All of yours are still here,” he questioned, walking over to the dresser that held all of Michael’s belongings he’d left behind when he vanished.
“Can I sleep in yours?” Michael asked, exhaustion taking over every fiber of his being.
He was perched on the foot of the boy’s bed, shoulders slumped over, tiny beadlets of water dripping from the ends of his freshly washed hair and pooling into the crevice of his closed thighs.
“Of course,” he answered, going back to his own wardrobe to reach for the shirt of his that he knew Michael loved best.
He approached Michael with the fabric in his hands, situating it so that he could slip it easily over Michael’s head. Michael could barely hold his arms up long enough to slide them through the armholes, his breathing becoming manual and deep when he was able to drop them back down to his sides.
“I thought you were gone,” the boy spoke so quietly that Michael almost couldn’t hear him.
Michael looked up at him with more tears in his eyes, an overflow of emotions bombarding him once again to see how much he had hurt the only person he had left.
“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked as the water ran down his cheeks.
“Don’t cry Mikey,” the boy shushed him.
“I’m just glad you’re back.”
When he reached down to grab the towel Michael had used to dry his body, Michael gripped him back the back of the neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. They both realized they’d missed the taste of each other more than they had initially thought as their lips massaged one another’s, the tips of their tongues dancing along the edge of each other’s bottom lips. When he pulled away, there was a faint wash of a smile peeking through the features of Michael’s face. The corners of his mouth turned up just slightly, and his eyes seemed to brighten just half a shade at the familiar sense of security, his boyfriend’s comforting touch.
As soon as Michael was dressed in clean clothes that weren’t coated in the remnants of his worst nightmare, he laid his head back onto the mattress on which he’d spent many nights prior to this. Much like the shower, many of those nights had been sleepless and erotic, but other times they were soft and gentle. Nervous, shy pecking on the lips and clammy, inexperienced fingers, but mostly just sleeping. Michael had quickly realized that every night spent in his own bunk right beside his lover’s was a night wasted. He’d slept far better next to him than he ever had on his own.
The boy crawled in bed next to Michael, cozying up to his warm, drowsy body and slipping his arm under Michael’s t-shirt and around his middle. He stroked Michael’s tummy with his palm, refamiliarizing himself with each dip and curve of his torso.
He knew it was no use trying to pry any more words out of Michael. He was snoring the second his head hit the pillow, and he knew that because of the faint snores that escaped his lips almost immediately.
He had wished for this moment. For Michael to come back and lay with him once again. And he’d gotten what he’d asked for. Only it didn’t resemble the way he’d pictured it.
His intuition made his stomach churn, for fear that this reunion was only temporary, and Michael might be leaving again far sooner than he could bear.
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Continuation of your Worlds Collide one shot where the next time they come over Zelda and Faustus are properly fighting like smashing things and screaming at each other and Zelda using telekinesis??
1. Gabriela Mendes prompt: Showing how the hunting of Zelda and Faustus went, who was right and what prize the winner won?2. Molly2501 asked for a continuation
Notes: 3 for 1! Since all of these dealt with the same fic I combined them. Hope you don’t mind :) Read part 1 here and part 2 on ao3
They’d set out for the hunt; equally arrogant and certain they would win. Zelda had never dreamed they’d both be wrong.
When she found the beast, first, she might add, the realization stunned her long enough that it almost got close enough to attack. It was only Faustus coming up behind her just then and casting a spell temporarily blinding the thing that allowed Zelda to dodge out of the way.
Breathing heavily, she turned and locked eyes with Faustus; he nodded once and the two of them moved in tandem to kill the beast. Spells flew, each of them sensing what the other was casting before it even left their fingers and able to cast a follow up spell that increased the damage of the first.
When the creature finally fell, dead, Zelda approached it slowly, toeing the carcass with her shoe to be sure. Scoffing, Zelda glanced at Faustus where he’d come and knelt next to the creature. “A Chimera. Seems we were both wrong.” She muttered, rounding the beast to better examine it.
A huff escaped Faustus as he flicked his wrist to run a few spells on the dead chimera. “And no wonder we were wrong, chimeras aren’t allowed out of Hell, for good reason.” He gestured to the size and appearance of the thing, it wasn’t something easily hidden or explained away to mortals. “It never should have made it past the first few circles of Hell, let alone all the way to our plane and into Greendale.” Standing, Faustus brought his gaze to hers. “Help me teleport it to the academy?” It was much easier to move something so large with the help of another witch than to attempt it alone and they could hardly leave the thing in the middle of the woods where a mortal might stumble across it.
Nodding, Zelda rounded the chimera and stopped next to Faustus. Clasping hands, they combined their magic to transport the beast to the academy for further studying.
Adrenaline still pumping through her from the encounter, Zelda didn’t let go of Faustus’ hand when they completed the spell. “Seeing as how we were both... off in our guesses, how shall we settle our bet?” Zelda purred, looking up at Faustus under hooded lids.
A wicked smile stretched on Faustus’ lips as his eyes swept over her hungrily. “Oh, dearest, I’m sure we can figure out a way to deal with the fact that we tied.” He drew her in for a hot kiss then, breaking only long enough to teleport them to his bedroom and ensuring the door was locked and a silencing spell in place before descending on her again.
~~~
Still trying to catch his breath a bit, Faustus undid the scraps of silk holding Zelda’s limbs to the bedposts. Her body fell limp against the mattress, she groaned happily and when he joined her, and she curled lazily into his side.
“Hmm, we should ‘tie’ more often.” She intoned, nipping his neck lightly and his arms tightened around her.
Chuckling, Faustus pulled her closer. “Agreed.” He replied, fingers dancing along her skin. “And to keep things fair, it’s my turn to be tied next round.”
Eyes shining with excitement and lust, Zelda growled her approval and latched her lips more firmly to his neck while her hand slid lower.
~~~
Another few rounds and a bath together later, Zelda was getting dressed to go home; Faustus lounging on the bed, watching her.
“You could stay.” He murmured, easing himself off the bed to stand behind her and slid her zipper on the back of her dress up.
Huffing softly, Zelda shook her head. “You know I can’t. My family likely already burned the house down in my absence.” She turned and cupped his cheek sweetly, pressing a light kiss to his lips.
He caught her hand as she made to pull away. “We could,” he cleared his throat and swiped his thumb over the back of her hand. “We could make it so you didn’t have to go back and forth.”
Brow furrowing, Zelda cocked her head at the warlock in front of her. “What are you saying?”
~~~
Sabrina and her friends were sprawled in the floor in the parlor, working on a project for Ms. Wardell’s class. Though her friends were far from out of questions about the witching realm, they did have homework to finish. So, though Sabrina was happy she could have certain people over without hiding her family and their lives, she’d made them move to the parlor to work—it also helped that Aunt Hilda and Cerberus had needed to run to the store for more supplies and Ambrose had disappeared to go see Luke. Meaning there were far fewer distractions.
They’d finally hit their stride, actually paying attention to their project and not asking more witching questions, when Aunt Zelda burst through the front door, disturbing the quiet, and Blackwood two steps behind her.
They were shouting at one another.
“I don’t care what the coven has to say about the matter,” Zelda snarled, rounding on Blackwood, eyes flashing dangerously.
Slamming the door behind him, Blackwood scoffed. “You’d flaunt tradition?”
Closing the space between them, Zelda bared her teeth. “In this? Absolutely.”
Blackwood lost his patience and snatched a vase from the side table and flung it across the room, strewing flowers and water in its wake. “You’re being intractable for no reason other than—"
“No reason?!” Zelda interrupted, and the furniture and other loose items in the room rose about an inch into the air from where they’d been sitting.
Not backing down, Blackwood gave her a curt nod. “Yes. No reason other than you cannot commit. To anything.” He added, throwing a hand into the air.
More magic crackled through the air, and even Sabrina and Roz’s hair began to lift into the air. Theo muttered a small ‘whoa’, but the adults didn’t seem to realize they were there. Zelda suddenly waved her hand and the vase Blackwood had thrown before came hurtling back at him.
He barely blocked the projectile with a spell and arched a brow. “That how it’s going to be? Instead of talking you’re going to throw things like a—"
This time a lamp was levitated off a side table in the parlor and hurtled at him. “Like a what, Faustus? You’re the one who started throwing things.” Zelda snapped, following the lamp with the heavy phone book sitting by the front door.
Blackwood cast a shielding spell that had her aunt stumbling several feet back with its strength. “Because you never listen.” He retorted, casting another spell which Zelda deflected. And though on some level Sabrina knew she should interfere; she was just as transfixed watching the interaction as her friends.
“Never listen?” Zelda repeated back incredulously, “never listen? Perhaps that’s because you never truly say what you mean.” She launched a small side table at Blackwood now and he didn’t block it in time, and it knocked him back into the wall and then pinned him there, Zelda’s hand held up to ensure he couldn’t move. “You’re always hiding behind the church or coven traditions, you never say flat out you want something, or someone, just because it’s what you want. There’s always another reason, another purpose than because you want something.”
Zelda stalked closer so their noses were only inches apart, both of their mouths curling into snarls. “When you finally have the courage to ask me that question without some nonsense about the Dark Lord, the church, or the coven, then you can come back.” She spat and, based on how the snarl on Blackwood’s face transformed into a grimace, she’d pressed the table against him even harder. Suddenly knives flew in from the kitchen and hovered menacingly behind Zelda, the tips pointed at Blackwood. “Do we have an understanding?” She asked, eyes flashing dangerously and now even Sabrina and her friends were lifting about an inch off the ground.
Eyes flicking to where the knives were floating, Blackwood nodded. “Perfectly.” He ground out, livid but clearly at a disadvantage.
Arching a brow in acknowledgment, the knives flew forward and buried themselves into the wall on either side of Blackwood and her aunt stalked upstairs; her magic dissipating as she left and items lowered back to the floor.
The table pinning Blackwood was the last thing to fall and he was breathing harshly when it did. Straightening his coat with a stiff jerk, Blackwood glared up the stairs where her aunt had disappeared and then teleported away.
Blinking, Roz and Theo turned and gaped at Sabrina, likely expecting some explanation.... she didn’t have one, though, Sabrina was just as stunned by what they’d witnessed. Before they could find their voices again, Hilda and Cerberus came through the front door, the smiles sliding from their faces at the destruction.
Lips pursing, Hilda turned to Sabrina. “Love, while your friends may be in the know, now, that doesn’t mean you need to be unnecessarily demonstrating—"
“It wasn’t me!” Sabrina hurriedly stated, pushing herself into her knees. “We were just doing homework when Auntie Zee and Father Blackwood came back. They’re the ones responsible.” She gestured to the broken vase, lamp, overturned table and knives in the wall.
Hilda squeaked when she saw the knives and turned to the stairs. “Zelda Spellman!” She shouted up, pushing her bag into Cerberus’ arms and propelling him to the kitchen while she waited for her sister to respond.
When Zelda finally appeared at the top of the stairs, she looked entirely unconcerned about what’d happened. “Yes?” She drawled, leaning in the railing.
Huffing in disbelief, Hilda gestured to the mess that was the foyer. “Care to explain why my good knives are currently embedded in the wall?” She asked pointedly, hands on her hips.
Rolling her eyes, Zelda walked down the steps at a leisurely pace. “Faustus and I were having a discussion.” She informed her sister, though from the look in her eye Sabrina could tell that the ‘discussion’ was still bothering her aunt.
A scoff emanating from Hilda recaptured Sabrina’s attention. “And what kind of discussion leads to—"
“A private one.” Zelda cut in as she reached the bottom of the stairs, brow arched. Though she did flick her wrist causing the table to right itself, the vase and lamp to become whole once more and the knives flew from the wall and towards the kitchen where they heard Cerberus yelp in surprise. “There.”
Unimpressed, Hilda shook her head and made for the kitchen with Zelda. “Does this have to do with your bet? Did you lose?”
A bark of laughter escaped Zelda. “Lose? Hilda, please.” She shook her head. “I was the first one to find the beast. Though, it may have been a chimera. So, neither of us were correct and I tracked it faster so I certainly didn’t lose.”
“A, a chimera!” Hilda gasped, their conversation continuing as they moved further away.
Sabrina turned back to her friends, a grimace on her face. “Okay, I know how that looked and sounded. It’s not norm—"
“Your aunt fought a fucking chimera?” Theo murmured, eyes round.
“That’s badass.” Roz added, shaking her head. “I mean, what?!”
Getting to his knees, Theo nodded enthusiastically. “And, and that fight?!” He moved his hands as though he were casting spells. “She was just like wham and he went whoosh, and then she pinned him to the wall, and everything was floating!”
Stunned that her friends were impressed instead of perturbed by the brawl in the foyer, Sabrina let it go and dove right into talking about chimeras—only too happy to get distracted from their project if it meant her friends hadn’t been frightened away by this sudden display of magic.
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Title: The Witches
Author: tiddly-winx
Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue)/American Horror Story: Coven and Hotel
Note: This is a cross over with the seasons of AHS Coven and Hotel. Apocalypse might get a mention, but not too deep.
Summary: It's 1981, you, your best friend Cordelia and your mentor Myrtle have been sent to Los Angeles to investigate strange happenings at the Hotel Cortez. You get side tracked when some young rockers make a deal they can't pay.
Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence, gore
Fiona Goode was a scary lady, she was made Supreme at an early age and paid little to no attention to Delia. You didn't know why she wanted to impress her mother so much, it seemed like anything Delia did wasn't good enough. You learned early on that a person's goal in life wasn't to make other people happy, but to live for yourself. You had the most unfortunate power of the Black Widow-you were cursed with the power to kill the men you had sex with. You found that one out when you had sex with your first serious boyfriend, and right after his brain turned to mush. You could do anything and everything any other witch could do, you just had to work harder at it than those with natural talent in that particular area.
Fiona had ordered you and Cordelia to go to Los Angeles and investigate the Hotel Cortez, under the tutelage of Myrtle Snow. You had the feeling that your Supreme didn't take either of you seriously-you having average magical ability and Fiona less than that, but she was more than proficient in botany and magical plants. She could whip up the best potions in record time, and they'd always be right.
Your chaperone adored the both of you, you not being one to show much affection found it endearing. If you felt protective over anyone, it was these two ladies. Myrtle's natural talent was her ability to accurately call bullshit on liars. She had volunteered herself to accompany you, seeing that Fiona was about to throw you and her own child to the wolves.
When you got to L.A. on Myrtle's private jet, you had some time to yourselves before you had to head over to the Cortez so you decided to take Cordelia with you to the Whiskey A Go-Go to hear some music. You were enjoying yourself, but you soon felt that she wasn't having a good time at all-it was too loud for her. You took her hand and began leading her out when you felt someone pull her back. "Hey baby you wanna dance with me?" he asked her, you being able to smell the rot of a bad soul in his bones.
"She's with me" you said, glaring at the man "Hands off."
The man looked at both of you, then nodded approvingly "Hey I'm down for a threesome! When do we start ladies?"
You knew this was escalating quickly, and this manchild was used to getting what he wanted. He was getting aggressive and you needed to get out of there. You had no hesitation and you began to utter Latin, a soft pink mist filled the room and patrons in the club began dropping like flies, fast asleep. Soon, it reached the stage where the band stopped playing to watch the spectacle.
Your eyes widened as you saw your spell didn't effect them whatsoever.
Are these assholes warlocks? Maybe they have some warlock blood in them, but they look like they haven't seen any real magic in their whole lifetimes!
Delia too sensed the danger and she took your hand and ran out with you. The four males followed you to the alley, and you two ran faster. Neither of you could transmutate yet, so you were trapped like rats when you hit the back of the wall. You glanced over at Delia and nodded in silent agreement. The both of you started chanting the spell of pyrokinesis-if you couldn't escape them, you would burn them.
Then, a familiar head of flaming orange hair cast the sleep spell. She was more powerful and could cast spells easier than you novices. The men flopped on the ground, snoring loudly. Myrtle stepped on one of them, the person she walked on making a grunting noise of pain. She was more than irate with you two "Miss Y/N and Miss Cordelia! This is improper behavior of students of Miss Robichaux's Academy!"
You stared at the ground and kicked at the dirt with your shoes "We just wanted to have a bit of fun Mrs. Snow! We may be witches, but we're still young!"
"We are on a mission" Myrtle reminded you "we must find out as much as we can about the Cortez without entering it's doors as possible, then get back to Louisiana!" she then noted the state of your clothes-dirty from running and began to furiously rub the stains out.
"I will keep this quiet from the Supreme this one time, but if you deviate from the plan I will send you back and you will have to explain to her why the mission was a complete failure!" the first and last time you challenged Fiona Goode's authority, she had telekentically pinned you against the wall. You could feel the weight of your bones increase, your body unable to support your new frame. She only released you when both Myrtle and Cordelia pleaded for your life.
"But if we don't interact with the normies, how will we accomplish this goal?" Cordelia asked.
Myrtle thought for a moment and said "I'll allow it, but only with these males" she motioned to the sleeping men, a look of disgust on her face "and only if YOU talk to them, Y/N. I am NOT putting Miss Cordelia in danger..."
You always knew that Myrtle liked Delia better than you, but that was fine by your standards. They had known each other all Cordelia's life, and you had only entered the Academy a few years ago. You agreed to the terms, wanting to experience the night life L.A. had to offer. You wanted to see what Fiona Goode loved about this place so much that made the Supreme neglect her own coven.
As Myrtle and Cordelia left, you stayed behind and cast an awakening spell. When all the males got up, you said "What the Hell are you dipshits doing sleeping in an alley? Don't you have a place to stay?"
The blonde rubbed his head and said "Yeah...how'd we end up here? We were playing the Whiskey..."
You snapped your fingers and they all immediately stood up straight, one slightly bent over. He was an older looking man, so you guessed that it was his age or a disease that caused his bones to stiffen. They had blank, sober expressions on their faces and you said "Be my good little dogs and take me to your place..." the one spell you could cast without a word was Concilium- the ability to impose your own will on others. It was able to be resisted, but that took too much brain power, causing the head to explode.
The two younger dark haired men took each of your arms and they led you to their place. They sat in silent council around the dinner table until you asked "What do you know about the Hotel Cortez?"
"I'm Tommy" the tall dark haired man spoke "The Cortez is a place where some check in, but they don't check out..."
"I'm Nikki" the shorter dark haired man said "Some of our friends have stayed and they weren't the same after. They said they seen some shit..."
"Like what?" you asked.
"Vince" the blonde one said "they told us that they saw a tall lady with platinum blonde hair drink blood, and a tranny receptionist serving cat food as tartar..."
"Mick Mars" the older man said "They wouldn't stop talking about demons and ghosts-saw little kids like in the Shining..."
After a few moments of silence, you knew that you'd gotten all you would be able to get from these mongrels so you snapped your fingers again, releasing them from the spell.
They all jumped, blinking "Where the fuck are we?" Nikki asked.
"Well, I certainly hope you know where we are!" you put your hands on your hips sarcastically "Y'all bought me back here, we had an amazing gangbang and now you're telling me this isn't even your apartment?!"
They looked around and realized they were home "Yeah this is our place..." Tommy said "How'd we get back here?"
"After you were done at the Whiskey, you began flirting with me and promised me a dicking to remember!" you laughed "We're all done now!"
They all blinked and Vince said "Hey, that coke earlier was weak as fuck!" you rolled your eyes at them.
"Now if you'll excuse me gents" you got up to leave "I gotta get back to my chaperone before she notices I'm gone!"
Mick got up slowly and said "I'll go with you..." he looked at you like something was up, like he knew your secret.
"Fine by me" you said, letting him lead the way. When you two were out of earshot you asked "What are you?"
"I'm a warlock" he answered "from the same stock as you. I am a descendant of Giles Corey" you stopped and looked at him. You hadn't expected to meet another descendant of a Salem coven member in this of all places.
"What are you doing hanging around with those losers?" you motioned to the apartment.
"They're like a fungus" he laughed "they grew on me" he looked back fondly.
"So since you're a descendant of a weaker warlock, then you don't have much magical ability?" you guessed.
"Yeah" he said bluntly. There was no beating around the bush with him-a quality you liked. "The only thing I can do is manipulate sound" he mimed an air guitar, but he sound of a real one erupted from his hands.
"That's really cool!" you said, meaning it "Nobody in Robichaux can do that!"
"So why do you want to know about the Cortez so much?" he raised an eyebrow "I try to steer people away from that place as much as possible..."
"The Supreme ordered me and two other witches to investigate" you admitted "she wants to see what's going on"
Mick took a deep breath, contemplating on whether or not to tell you, then deciding it was for the best "That place is a Hell Mouth-where demons from Hell gather and plan evil deeds...people who die there, their souls are trapped there...The Countess, the vampire lives there runs the place with an iron fist..."
You looked at him in awe "How did you resist the Concilium spell?"
"I didn't" he said "it just wore off on me quicker and I played along at the apartment to protect the boys" you two went on talking, eventually leading to Myrtle's door.
The woman quickly opened the door and took a moment to study the unkempt man before her. Her eyes widened in recognition, then utter contempt. Mick smiled and waved "Hey Myrtle!"
"Go away, swine!" she spat and slammed the door in his face. You could hear him laughing and the realization hit you.
"Oh my god!" you chortled "You and Mick Mars dated!"
"His name was Robert Deal back then..." Myrtle blushed and demanded what you'd learned. You relayed what had been said to you and Myrtle made an executive decision-the mission was over and you were to go back to the Academy as soon as possible.
During this time, a voodoo priestess saw what was happening, and decided to prey on the weak minded young ones back at the apartment. She'd promised them luck in their music careers, in return for something beyond value. She began her summoning ritual and soon the whole apartment became dark and thick with smoke. Papa Legba sat before them, offered them their deepest desires and they accepted his terms.
All you witches and the warlock felt Papa's presence, Mick running back and begging Myrtle to help him. She flat out refused to help one who abandoned the coven. He looked so dismayed that you offered your assistance, Cordelia right behind you. Myrtle strictly forbid it, but neither of you stopped.
When you three got back to the apartment, the deal was done and Papa was gone. The Voodoo priestess smiled at you, saying that she had just done what any witch could not. The three of you knew Papa's terms all too well, seeing the deal he'd made with Marie Laveau for her immortality. Cordelia became so enraged that she'd reached down deep inside her and reduced the priestess to dust.
Both you and Mick looked at her in astonishment. That was something that only the Supreme was capable of. You knew the coming shit storm the Voodoos would raise, so you knew what you would do right then and there. Myrtle was too late to stop it, and just stared in horror at the realization of what must happen.
You turned to the three younger men, nothing but contempt in your voice "Do you realize what you've done?!"
"We made it so we'll make it big!" Nikki protested, and was about to continue defending their decision when you let out a yell that shook the very street, setting off car alarms.
Nikki's hand flew to where his mouth used to be, only to feel smooth skin. The other two young men had the same ailment and tried in vain to separate their lips to allow words to come out.
Myrtle looked over to Mick and said "They've condemned us all..."
When the Voodoos came for Cordelia, you took the fall and said it was you who turned the Voodoo's sister into dust. Your laws states that you were to be executed by burning, but it was the ones who'd been wronged duty to do the burning.
Marie Laveau herself held the torch and with a soft voice she whispered in your ear "Tell the truth, child...do not die for another witch's doing..."
"I did it" you said "I turned your sister to dust" your gaze was unwavering and you were given the chance to say last words "Cordelia. Come here" your friend stood before you and held her head to yours.
"Don't you dare waste the life I am about to give you..." you were both weeping now, and in the distance you saw Mick Mars watching from afar "You be the best fucking Supreme the coven's ever seen..." you kissed Cordelia softly and told her to step away.
Marie Laveau stepped forward and set you ablaze, you didn't scream or cry out. It felt like a release of sorts-if your coven needed you, they'd bring you back from the dead. A few witches had the power of resurgence.
Your ghost wandered the halls of Miss Robichaux's Academy, watching your friends grow beautiful-inside and out. You watched the new generation of witches come and thrive under Cordelia's wing. In a few years time, you felt the greatest evil emerge and you were being called back to the realm of the living. There, Cordelia was waiting for you with open arms and you said "So, where do we begin?"
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When the Rest of the World Sees A Wall
Hello peeps, it’s been a while. I’ve been insanely busy, and also think I have major procrastination issues, which makes for a great combination. But I come baring a new (crack?) ficlet for the fandom. I imagine this is set in Coven during the mismatched-eyes period, so the foxxay is more implied as they’re still dancing around each other at this point. All I will say is this was based solely and impulsively on this gif:
When the Rest Of The World Sees A Wall…
“What did you do?” Those were Misty’s first words upon finding the headmistress and Headmistress of Miss Robichaux’s stood at the kitchen sink running her hand under the cold tap. Any ‘hey’ or other fond and friendly greeting that might have passed the swamp witch’s lips had fallen away in the wake of the grimace on Cordelia’s face. A beat passed and noticing Misty was indeed not going to carry on her merry way and leave the Headmistress to her sulk, she answered;
“I punched a wall.”
“That isn’t like you,” Misty’s surprise had her tone an octave higher than her usual low register.
“I know, I know,” Cordelia replied, her free hand twisting the tap off and reaching for a towel to dab the damaged digits dry. Having sidled up to the Headmistress’ side, Misty inspected her handiwork.
“That doesn’t look too good…”
“I wasn’t aware of that, thank you.”
“Hey, no need to chew my head off here,” Misty raised her own hands in mock surrender, though glancing dubiously at the Headmistress all the same for snapping. Under that sky-blue scrutiny, Cordelia’s temper withered to a shrug and a shake of the head.
“No, no, you’re right, I’m sorry. It just…”
“It hurts?” Misty offered, carefully taking Cordelia’s hand in her own, cradling it in her palm as she unwound the fluffy towel to take a closer look. The swamp witch nibbled the corner of her lip as she took in the raw red knuckles, swelling with petals already blossoming in a palette of fierce black and blue.
“Something like that…” How hard did you hit it? Misty wondered, what the hell was on your mind?
“I’ll get you some mud for the bruising, but first we should really do something about that thumb,” Misty said with an unmistakable grimace; it was hard for Misty’s trained eye not to notice how crooked the joint was, already swelling a painful shade of royal purple.
“What do you mean, it’s…” Misty nudged her thumb, eliciting a wince and slight whine from the Headmistress. Cordelia could say what she liked, but Misty was no fool when it came to caring for things like this. “ahhh…”
“It’s dislocated is what I mean,” the swamp witch clarified, “I’ve seen my fair share.”
“Ok, ok, but don’t-“ Cordelia’s whimpering protests fell on temporarily-deaf ears as Misty took a more firm hold of her hand. “No, no, don’t do-ahhh.” Before the Headmistress could even count to three, she had forced the joint back into place, sending a throb of fiery pain lancing through Cordelia’s hand.
“How did you manage ta get it like this?”
“I told you,” Cordelia huffed, cradling the offending extremity in her other hand, while Misty pulled away briefly to rummage for a fresh towel.
“Well I hope the wall fared better…” Misty murmured, before catching the look in the Headmistress’s eyes, “sorry, I mean, you must’ve got that plaster all well an’ good there,” she amended, returning her gaze to rifling through the freezer for a handful of thick ice, if only to avoid Cordelia’s glowering look while she wrapped the bundle in the towel.
“Ha-ha,” the Headmistress’s sarcasm was cut short by a hiss as Misty touched the chilling towel to Cordelia’s hand, wrapping the edges around her palm to keep it in place. “Hfff…”
“Sorry, we’re all outta peas.” The apologetic statement did bring a slow sort-of smile back to Cordelia’s features, because of course Misty would apologize for that – particularly as it was her adamance a few weeks previously that they were ‘perfectly capable of growing their own damn fresh peas right there at the Academy, that they didn’t need to go stockpiling a bunch of frozen shit’ that meant there were no such pseudo-ice-packs readily available for Cordelia’s hand.
The Headmistress perched herself down on the nearest stool, leaning her arm outstretched on the countertop to inspect – and possibly admire – Misty’s quick work of her hand. True, the pain had dulled somewhat considerably to more of a dull throbbing sensation at the end of her arm instead of how it had been.
Misty however hovered not far from the counter’s edge, a curious look written on her face, brow furrowed in thought as her eyes seemed to wander between Cordelia’s hand and somewhere else in her head. Just as Cordelia was about to ask what on earth she was thinking of, Misty finally sat down on a stool opposite, and lifted her hand again, albeit much gentler as she turned it left and right. And as Cordelia’s brows pinched down in confusion as to what she was doing, in some twisted mirror of expression Misty’s own brow quirked upward with scepticism.
“You didn’t hold your fist right, did you.” It wasn’t so much a question, as a confirmation.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you probably weren’t thinking all that much anyway - for you of all people to do something like this– “ Cordelia wondered where she could be going with this, but held her tongue. “But I’m guessing seein’ as you’re hardly the throwing-fists type that no-one ever showed you how to hit something.” Misty nodded to herself; Cordelia however, did not seem so swayed by this assumption of her character – however correct it might or might not have been...
“I know how to hit something.”
“Without breaking fingers?” Misty half-teased, settling the woman’s hand back down to the table. She patted the back of her palm not covered in cold flannel kindly. “I’m not trying to offend you or nothing, but…”
“I know…” Cordelia sighed, conceding, picking at the curling edge of the towel. It had been a stupid, impulsive thing to do, and would now have to deal with. Thankfully not for long with the muds and salves they had stored in the greenhouse, although she did feel a pang of guilt for using valuable resources on something so trivial but wandering the house with a hurt hand for a week didn’t sound like a better option of the two either.
“Maybe you should stick to throwing things with those magic hands o’ yours instead of these,” the swamp witch said, having pulled Cordelia’s other hand away from the wrap and into both of her own warm hands, holding them together over the table top as Misty marvelled over them.
A calloused thumb, still stained with the mud she had come into the kitchen to wash from her hands from the greenhouse, traced smooth circles across the milk-white skin of Cordelia’s undamaged hand. The awe of how soft it was shone in those sky-blue eyes. “Can’t have you damaging these dainty hands for real now, can we?”
Cordelia’s soft laughter seemed to fill the kitchen then, such a sweet air that had Misty softening from the inside, wishing only that she could hear it more often. It shouldn’t have been such a rare thing within these walls as it was.
“Should I be offended or complimented?” The teasing smile tinkling in the older witch’s eyes was so bright, if only for a moment, for Misty at least it lit up the room. The laughter drifted away to a silence so comfortable, Misty felt she could almost stay there, almost sit still in the serenity of it. Cordelia’s very presence exuding a calm that may have been fringed with melancholy but the centre, filled with the two of them, was more than enough to leave Misty almost entirely at ease. It was only then she noticed their hands had never left the table, were still resting over one another. Despite the chill of the ice around Cordelia’s one hand, Misty’s hands felt so warm…
“Miss Cordelia?” Misty cleared her throat, drawing the other woman’s eyes to her own again.
“Yes?”
“I could show you, if you really want.” There was a moment, however brief, of bemusement flickering behind Cordelia’s eyes. Holding their hands together like this, the rare skin-to-skin contact, Misty could show her plenty of things, if she wanted to, if Cordelia wanted her to. But they both knew what the swamp witch meant and another chuckle of mirth escaped Cordelia’s lips again as she gently unwound her hands from Misty’s, pulling her wounded one closer towards herself again. For a moment, she could feel the warmth from Misty’s palm still lingering, melting the ice over her other hand until it soaked cloth, dripped between her fingers like rivulets of pure feeling left to seep into her skin.
“Thank you,” Cordelia said softly, offering a small smile, “but I think it will be a while before I try this again.”
“Well, alright,” was that a glimpse of sadness in Misty’s gaze then, with the decline, or was she merely seeing things that were not really there? Was that hesitance in her step, for a fraction of a second, as the swamp witch stood up from the table and patted her arm as she stepped around her again?
“If you say so,” Misty shrugged, returning the smile of her own. “Know where ta find me if you change your mind,” she teased, nudging the older witch’s shoulder while Cordelia shook her head smiling wider, creasing at the corners of those eyes, the curves of her cheek. That happy look that Misty longed to see. Did no-one know how pretty she was when she smiled like that? When someone took the weight of the world off her shoulders once in a while?
Misty leaned over, tapping a finger on the wet towel around Cordelia’s hand. “You keep some ice on that swelling for me now, while I go get that mud.”
“Misty, thank you,” Cordelia called after her, as Misty made her way back to the door. With one hand on the door frame, the tall witch turned again.
“And Miss Cordelia?”
“Yes?” Those eyes again, that patient smile.
“You have real nice hands.”
#Foxxay#foxxay fanfic#cordelia x misty#cordelia foxx#cordelia goode#misty day#There was no real plan to this it was spur of the moment/impulse fic#not my gif#enjoy this pining nonsense#please don't @ me for first aid inaccuracies#I don't think I've ever personally dislocated my thumb#this was just some fun
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She is Dancing Away
I have a new one-shot for you! It’s a sequel to Silent Moments of the Nighttime. You can read both parts on AO3 here. Hope you enjoy!
Cordelia traced idle patterns on Misty’s shoulder, deep in thought. She’d woken only minutes before, finding the swamp witch deep asleep and wrapped around her. She knew they ought to get up. The others were bound to be wondering where she was, and they had a plane to catch that afternoon, but Misty needed the rest. And—she had to face it—she simply did not want to move. She pressed a kiss to Misty’s temple and relaxed back against the pillows. She’d almost fallen back asleep herself when Myrtle knocked on the door.
“Cordelia, is our dear swamp witch—ah.” Myrtle swept into the room without waiting for Cordelia’s invitation, and the blonde motioned for her to be quiet, running a hand anxiously over Misty’s hair as she stirred. Myrtle raised an eyebrow at their entanglement, but Cordelia ignored her until the younger woman settled, burrowing deeper against the side of her neck.
“I don’t want to wake her up before I have to,” she whispered lowly, “she had such a hard time falling asleep.”
“The girls were concerned when she didn’t seem to have been to her room,” Myrtle murmured back, seating herself near the bedside, “but I suspected she might be with you.” The knowing look she gave Cordelia made her blush without knowing exactly why. “Have you told her yet?” Cordelia deflated, hugging Misty closer reflexively.
“I just got her back, Myrtle. How can I send her away?”
“Oh, baby bird, you know it’s for the best. The safest place for her to heal is with Stephanie, far away from all the worries of this coven.” Myrtle took a long drag from her vape, watching the pair carefully. “Especially now that Michael has seen you together.”
“What do you mean?”
“Darling, you planned to ask him for Misty’s return the moment you suspected he could do it. The risk to you or the coven if he succeeded scarcely entered your mind.” She sighed, and Cordelia had the good grace to look ashamed. “And as much as I would like to be angry with your behavior, my poor, romantic heart cannot deny that I have never seen you more alight.”
“Myrtle,” she warned.
“You love that girl more than life, Cordelia, and Michael has seen it no matter what you deny.” Cordelia scoffed. She opened her mouth to reply, but her attention was stolen when Misty shifted against her. Her arm tightened reflexively around the Supreme’s waist, and the next moment she was gasping back into wakefulness. Cordelia sat them both up, brushing the wild curls away from her face as the swamp witch looked wildly around the room.
“Shh, Misty, it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe.” Misty’s breathing finally slowed, fingers wrapping around Cordelia’s wrist to hold her hand against her cheek.
“Cordelia,” she sighed. “What—” she stiffened, twisting around to see Myrtle, who offered her a small smile. “Is it mornin’ already?”
“Mhm.” The Supreme bit her lip around a smile. “Did you sleep alright?” Misty nodded. Behind her, Myrtle cleared her throat and stood.
“Breakfast will be ready in half an hour, sparrows. I’ll leave you to get yourselves dressed.” Cordelia returned her smirk with a glare, but her gaze softened at Misty’s confused look.
“How are you feeling?” Misty threw herself back into the mattress with a laugh, eyelids fluttering closed.
“It still feels like a dream, but...less than yesterday.” She reaches out blindly, and Cordelia met her half way. The swamp witch grinned up at her. “Your eyes really are beautiful, Miss Supreme. Didn’t I tell ya you were an awesome leader?” The older woman giggled, blushing. Misty’s smile widened, and she bounced back up, sitting cross-legged in front of her friend. “I want to know everything about the coven, everythin’ you’ve done. Is the greenhouse still the same? I can’t wait to see it.”
“Misty...we need to talk about that.” She ran the pads of her thumbs over the girl’s knuckles. Misty’s brow drew into a frown, head tilted in a way Cordelia would have found adorable in any other circumstance. “You’re going to go stay with Stevie for a while.” The hippie witch gasped, lighting up at the words.
“Really?”
“You need to heal and find yourself again. What better way could there be?” Misty had to cover her mouth to contain her squeal, but a moment later something dawned in her eyes.
“But...what about the coven? And you, Michael’s makin’ you sick. I can’t—” Tears stung the corners of Cordelia’s eyes, but she swallowed them down.
“I’ll be fine. We can handle Michael, don’t worry about that. The best thing you can do to help right now is get well.”
“I don’t wanna leave you,” she whispered. “I’m scared.” Cordelia smiled sadly.
“I don’t want you to leave either, Misty. Trust me, I don’t. But as much as I never want to let you out of my sight...” The swamp witch chuckled at that. “...I want much more to know you’re somewhere safe, and that place is not by my side. Not right now.”
Misty almost knocked them both over when she hugged Cordelia. They held each other tightly for a long moment, just breathing. Cordelia could feel Misty’s hot tears in her bare shoulder but said nothing, and her eyes were dry and determined when they parted. Their forearms remained clasped, neither woman having any desire to sever.
“I’ll go as long as you promise to stay safe, too. Cuz I know you. I know you’d rather take this on alone than risk one girl’s life, but you need their strength. You gotta let them help, cuz this is not going to be the last time I see you.” Cordelia exhaled long and slow, resting their foreheads together.
“You know I can only promise to do whatever it takes to ensure this coven’s future.” Misty’s lips pursed in a line, but she tucked a strand of hair behind Cordelia’s ear in silent encouragement. “But you’re right. I can not force anyone to fight, but I’ll let those that want to, learn. And I will do everything to be there when you come home.”
“Thank you,” Misty whispered, eyes falling shut so she missed the wicked smirk that crossed Cordelia’s face and was taken by surprise when the older woman dove for her sides. She shrieked in laughter, jumping away from the tickling hands.
“Come on,” Cordelia chuckled, “we only have fifteen minutes to get ready.” Misty shot her a playful glare, but she perked up at her next words: “Do you want to take a shower?”
Ten minutes later, damp waves clinging to her neck, she was smiling to herself and slipping on a moss green dress while Cordelia washed her face in the bathroom.
Breakfast was a lively affair despite the situation. With Stevie on one side of her and Cordelia on the other, Misty could almost ignore the feel of dark energy creeping up her spine. She even began to feel excited about the prospect of staying with Stevie, though her hand sought out Cordelia’s under the table. Misty listened with a growing smile as Queenie and Zoe told her all about how the academy had come out to the public and turned into a thriving school, shooting admiring glances as the headmistress. Even Madison offered a shy compliment about how much all the girls seemed to love their council.
And then suddenly, it was time for her and Stevie to leave. Misty’s nervousness returned despite what she had promised Cordelia, hands shaking as she closed her luggage. The woman herself watched silently from the doorway, memorizing how Misty swayed to the tune of whatever Fleetwood Mac song was surely playing in her head. Only when the swamp witch stopped moving did she speak.
“All ready?” Misty jumped, spinning around with a grin.
“Jesus, Cordelia, don’t scare me like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You are not.”
“You’re right,” she hummed, coming to stand next to Misty. “Ready to go?” Misty bit her lip, fiddling with the tassels of her shawl.
“As I’ll ever be.” Cordelia frowned, encircling the younger woman’s waist and tugging her close. Misty molded against her, holding tight. “I’ll miss you. I have missed you. There was no time for me to even think down there, to remember, but somehow I can still feel all those years of feelin’ I missed out on, and I know I missed you.”
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into Misty’s hair. “I hope it won’t be for long. But you’ll be having so much fun with Stevie, I bet you won’t even want to come back.” Misty laughed, squeezing her tight before letting go.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Together, they made their way downstairs, where Stevie and the rest of the coven were waiting.
“There they are!” Zoe spotted them first, meeting them at the bottom of the stairs and taking Misty’s bag from her.
“Finally—ow!” Queenie elbowed Madison in the ribs before engulfing the swamp witch in a hug.
“It’s great to have you back, girl. Have tons of fun.” She lowered her voice. “And don’t worry too much. We’ve got Cordelia’s back.” Misty nodded against her shoulder. “We’ll see you soon.” Misty’s eyes watered as she pulled back, mouthing ‘thank you’ to the voodoo witch.
Madison rolled her eyes when Misty threw her arms around her, but she hugged back for a moment before squirming out of the embrace. “You’d better not die again, Swampy, cuz if anything happens to me, I’m calling in a favor.”
“Too bad you already owe me one for that whole coffin thing, then,” Misty shot back teasingly. Myrtle was next, enfolding Misty with one arm and a kiss on the cheek.
“Take care, little dove. A fourth chance at life—you have risen from the ashes once again, each time more fully realized. You are a phoenix, Misty Day, and this will not break you.” Misty sniffed.
“Thank you, Miss Myrtle,” she whispered. “Take care a’ Cordelia for me. I know you will. Don’t let her do anythin’ stupid before I get back.” Myrtle chuckled, patting her cheek.
“I can only promise to try.” Wiping the tears from her eyes, she finally reached Zoe, who didn’t even wait before flinging her arms around the taller witch.
“I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Me, too.”
“Just wait, you’ll be back at the academy in no time. The girls will love you.”
“Lookin’ forward to it.” The girls giggled, hugging for a moment longer, and then she was in front of Cordelia yet again. The Supreme’s eyes shone with tears, but she smiled and handed Misty her bag. Her fingers lingered, brushing over Misty’s ringed ones.
“I promise.” Misty smiled.
“See you soon.” Then Stevie took her hand, and together they disappeared down the corridor.
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