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When they are heads of schools...

I feel very attacked in my sensitive spots...

Cordelia to Misty: I knew you for such a short time and I’ve missed you forever.

Sarah Paulson as Cordelia Goode | American Horror Story: Apocalypse

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Cordelia Goode - Supreme

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My top 10 favorite female characters

1. Izzy Lightwood

2. Hermione Granger

3. Natasha Romanoff

4. Caroline Forbes

5. Alex Russo

6. Wanda Maximoff

7. Cordelia Goode

8. Anne Shirley

9. Brooke Davis

10. Evie

Introducing myself

•Clara

•lesbian🏳️‍🌈

•she/her

•writing fanfictions

•open for requests

•who i mostly write about: Cordelia Goode, Zelda Spellman, Sarah Paulson, Cate Blanchett, Galadriel, Carol, Lou, Mildred (prob more ahs characters when i finished it im currently in season 4)

•open for others too but i can't promise that i will do them, i really want to feel good with a character or a person and i want to get them right for you guys❤

•will do mostly fanfics with the reader

I am so in love with Wilhemina and I constantly read fanfictions about her eventhough I haven't watched Apocalypse yet because im still in Freak Show✋💀

P.S.: the Fanfiction is in the making, my first is going to be Cordelia×Reader

You are loved

Pairing: Cordelia Goode×Reader

Word Count: 5386

Warning: smut, a bit of insecurities but mostly fluffy

A/n: So this is more of a slowburn and I want to warn you, this is my first fanfiction of Cordelia ever and I'm not sure if I got her character right. It happens right after Fiona and Cordelia talking. (I quoted it) Also English isn't my first language. Also I am feeling kind of insecure about this cause I've never posted something from me. Feedback would be great!

Summary: Cordelia feels horrible because of Fiona, and your try to help her. In that process you become friends or maybe more?

You can't help me. You can't help anyone. You're worthless, hopeless. Get out of my sight.

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You were sitting on your bed reading a book as always when you heard somebody slamming a door. You fastly realised it was Cordelias, whos room was just next to yours. You didn't think to much about it, it could have just been the wind, and went on reading.

A little later you heard sobs from somewhere quite close to your room. You put your book aside and left your room to see if it was Cordelia. As you came closer to her room you could clearly identify them as hers. You really didn't want to annoy or bother her but you started you get really worried. This wasn't like her at all, slamming doors and crying alone in the bedroom. You gently knocked on her door, without an answer. "Miss Cordelia? Is everything alright?" Still no answer. "I come in now, ok?" As she still wasn't answering you slowly opened the door and looked through the little door gap. You were shocked and didn't know what to do for a second when you saw Cordelia sitting on the floor in the middle of the room sobbing and crying. You ran to her and pulled her into a hug, you didn't want her to feel uncomfortable because of this but it would have broken your heart to see her like this and do nothing.

The moment you pulled her in she held on tight to your shirt and didn't want to loosen her grip. Her sobs grew louder as you gently rubbed her hair. "Shhh...Everything is alright. I'm here, Miss Cordelia." You held her like this till her sobs started to fall silent. You pushed her a little away from you to see her face and wiped away some tears that were still falling down her beautiful cheeks. You felt a wave of anger coming up towards whoever hurt her and made her feel this way. "What happened? Who hurt you?" She wanted to look down but you gently pulled her face up with your thumb. You looked her directly in the red and teary eyes and all the pain, insecurities amd sorrow you saw there broke your heart. You wished you could keep her safe from the world and take all this pain away from her. "I-... she is right I am an absolute failure..." she sobbed again, her voice wasn't more than a whisper now, "I did nothing meaningful in my life I can't help anyone, I'm useless!", "Shhh, don't say that Delia, please! You're wonderful, you lead this school. You are like a mother to all of us and we need you, you help us everyday! Whoever told you this is an Idiot!" as you said that you realised you didn't know who told her these horrible things but you already had an idea. You couldn't think about it longer as Cordelia swung her arms around your neck and started to sob again.

"Come on, we'll take you to bed. You need some rest know." You helped her stand up and brought her to her bed. You pulled the covers over her and the same second you gave her a kiss on the forehead she fell asleep.

You slowly and quietly left her room, but the instance you closed her door you stormed down the stairs and rushed into the living room. You felt like a fire was burning inside of you. The moment you saw Fiona sitting on the couch with a cigarette in the hand like nothing happened you got even angrier. "How dare you tell Cordelia those things? How dare you tell her she is useless and doesn't help anyone? Everything was fine until you came back! You had no right to come here after all this time and insult her all day! And don't tell me that you are the Supreme, I don't care! You are her mother." "Come down (Y/n). Its not that big of a deal, ok? I Just told her the truth." You steped closer to her and slapped her across the face. "NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL?! She sat crying on her floor because she believes all those things you tell her! She is the most wonderful human I know and I won't tolerate this behaviour towards her. I don't care who you are!" you saw the corners of her mouth rising. She was laughing, really?! "I think Delia found herself a girlfriend? Didn't she?" "Careful what you say!" and with that you rushed out of the room again.

You stormed into your room again and laid down in your bed. How can Fiona say something like that to her own daughter?! That's horrible. I need to make her feel better somehow, she shouldn't believe those things! And with an idea how to help Cordelia on your mind you fell asleep.

The next day you woke up before everyone else, put on some clothes and went into the greenhouse. You wanted to put some roses onto Cordelias desk, so you grabbed some and made a nice little bouquet for her. But you weren't quit satisfied with the shade of yellow they had. You wanted to turn them into a different colour, the problem was just: you never managed to do that before. But you tried it, the colour you thought of was one that reminded you of Cordelia. She ones wore a nice blouse in a beautiful light shade of pink. You focused on the image of Cordelia in that blouse and closed your eyes. You remembered every detail of that blouse, that shade, Cordelia. As you opened your eyes, the roses had the exact colour of the blouse. For the first time you did it.

You grabbed the flowers and went to your room. Your wrote a little note saying:

I did it, just for you.

Love (Y/n)

You pushed the note between the flowers, put some water into a vase and quietly brought the flowers to Cordelias desk. After that you read a little bit in your book until it was time for breakfast.

After breakfast you saw Cordelia going to her office and the next time you saw her was in class an hour later. You sat at the table focused on the potion you should make when you felt someone standing behind you. "Thank you, Darling. I appreciated your help yesterday and the flowers very much."  whispered Cordelia in your ear and walked away. For the rest of the class you couldn't stop smiling, the thought that she felt better made you happy. After class as you wanted to leave somebody grabbed your wrist. It was Cordelia. You turned around just to be pulled into a hug within the same second. You heard her mumble something into your ear: "Really! Thank you, you don't know what that means to me (Y/n). Even though I would appreciate it very much if you wouldn't tell anyone. You saw me at one of my weakest points, not everyone needs to know about that." You wiped away a single tear that fell down her cheek as you said: "Shhh, everything is alright. I didn't even think about telling somebody! This is our little secret. And please know that you can always come to me when something is on your mind, alright?" She slowly nodded and you hugged her again before you left for Myrtle's class.

After that you and Cordelia became friends, you spend much more time together and you often helped her in the greenhouse. You also always had an eye on Fiona. You wanted to make sure she wouldn't hurt Cordelia again.

On a nice Saturday evening, when Zoe, Madison and Queenie decided to go out and party a little bit, you had planed a nice movie night with Cordelia."Just put on some comfy clothes and come to my room. I will have everything prepared." you had snacks, something to drink and one of you favourite movies "Pride and Prejudice" picked out. She hadn't watched it yet so you found this as the perfect opportunity to change that. When Cordelia came to your room in the evening you were speechless. She was just wearing some joggers and a loosen shirt. Her hair was tied together into a low ponytail but she looked absolutely stunning. You always thought she was beautiful but now without make up in those comfortable clothes she just radiated pure beauty. So you choose to tell her so, you were still trying to convince her that what her mother says is bullshit.

"Is something wrong with my clothes? Why are you staring at me like that?" Cordelia suddenly looked very shy and insecure. You directly stepped forward to her beacuse this was absolutely not the reaction you wanted. You grabbed her hands and looked at her " No,no,no.. I was staring because you look so beautiful." She rolled her eyes and went to my bed. "What?" I turned around in disbelieve. "(Y/n) I look hideous, I don't even wear make up!" a single tear rolled down her cheek. I immediately went to her, sat down next to her and wiped the tear away. "Cordelia don't say that! You look beautiful with and without make up! You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. Please Delia believe me!" It broke your heart to see that she thought so bad about herself. You laid down on the bed and pulled her with you. "Come on let's watch the movie." You smiled and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, (Y/n). For everything!" You watched the movie together and soon you felt that Cordelia fell asleep in your arms. You let her sleep in your room, she looked too peaceful to wake her.

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It was Sunday and everyone was doing something by themselves, you were sitting on your bed and tried to draw something. You hadn't drawn something for ages. You slowly started to sketch the outlines of a face, then the eyes, the nose, the lips. When you were finished you looked at it and realised you drew her. Cordelia. You didn't plan to do so but it happened. As you looked at it something came to your mind so you searched a pen and wrote it under the sketch.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

I want to see you all the time,

I want to feel you day and night.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

As you heard footsteps coming closer to your room you put the paper into your diary and pulled the sheets over it. Zoe opened the door, "Dinner is ready, do you come?", "Sure!". You stood up and headed to dinner with Zoe.

After dinner you headed back to your room and sat down on you bed. You still thought about the drawing you did earlier. Why did you draw Cordelia? Of course she was yo friend she meant something to you, but... you didn't love her. Did you?

You laid down and started at the ceiling. Your thought drifted off to Cordelia. You closed your eyes and imagined her face. Her beautiful laugh, the way her eyes light up when somebody succeeded a new spell, her soft voice that always comforted you. Her soft hair, that always fell perfectly over her shoulders down to her breasts. Her beautiful skinny waist and her long and elegant legs. We'll maybe you were in love with her, but actually who wouldn't fall I love with her. She is an angel, shining like the moon, warming up your heart like the sun and calming like a cold night breeze. As you were still thinking about her you slowly fell asleep. Your dreams were haunted by her golden hair, her soft skin and her radiating, warming laugh.

The next day as you were entering the greenhouse for your Class with Cordelia, you winked at her and sat down on your seat. "Looking good today, Miss Cordelia." She wore the blouse you thought about while colouring the flowers. She was radiating warmth and beauty as always but especially when she was in the greenhouse she seemed even happier and more at ease with herself. That calmness and confidence she had with her than made her even more ravishing. It was hard to concentrate throughout the class, it always felt like you were looking right into the sun, you picked the wrong ingredients, used too much of the herbs and even accidentally threw the bowl down.

At the beginning Cordelia joked about it and always looked at you with an amused smile but as it got more and more she started to look quit worried. After class ended and you wanted to leave she pulled you back at the wrist. Deja vú. "What's wrong (Y/n)? You seemed so absent today. Is everything okay?" She gave you a comforting smile that seemed to say it's okay, you can tell me. But you couldn't tell her. She liked you, yes. But she didn't love you. Your friendship with her was too precious to endanger it like this. "Nothing, just tired. Everything's fine!" You gave her a fast, reassuring smile, turned around and left as fast as possible. With that you left a confused and worried Cordelia.

She knew you well enough by now to know that there was more behind this than just being tired. So after she had cleaned the greenhouse and did all her paperwork for the day she chose to talk to you again. Something was wrong and she was determined to find out what it was. So she went to your room an gently knocked.  As she got no reaction she knocked again but there was still no reaction. She slowly opened the door and stepped in. She looked through the room but you weren't there. As she wanted to turn around and leave she saw a book laying on the floor. Because books shouldn't be on the floor, she picked it up and put it on your bed. As she did that she saw a paper looking our of the book, normally she wouldn't have cared but she saw her name Delia on it. She hoped it would be an answer to why you were acting so strange lately. She opened the book and pulled out the paper. At first she didn't even understand that you had drawn her but as she did and then read the little poem you wrote under it, her confusion just grew. She actually knew what it meant and deep down she already knew even before this but her self esteem was too low to believe anyone could love her. The one time she did believe that that was possible she married a witchhunter. Her mind started making her believe that what she thought about your feelings was something she imagined. So as she read the poem her mind pretended it had to be something different, something she didn't understand.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

I want to see you all the time,

I want to feel you day and night.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

She folded the paper neatly and left your room. The only other place were you could be was the greenhouse. You loved to read there because the only person who came there out of class was Cordelia. You didn't mind her presence at all so that was fine. But Madison used to talk all the time, Zoe wanted to know what you were reading and Queenie just wasn't your best friend. That wasn't an reading atmosphere. Cordelia knew that so she went straight to the greenhouse.

She entered the greenhouse and her eyes wandern through the rooms and corners between all the plants until her eyes met yours. You heard her coming in and already looked at her. "(Y/n) can we talk?" You started to get nervous, this phrase never meant something good. You slowly put your book aside and stood up. Cordelia had sat down at one of the tables that were normally used for classes. You pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. "What is it? Has something happened. Your scaring me, Delia!" you looked her right in the eye cause normally you could easily read her like that but today there was nothing. Like she wanted to hide it all away from you. It hurt because you thought she wanted to shut you out but as she heard that she scared you, something happened in her eyes. They softened for a second and showed empathy. "No, nothing happened. Don't worry!" She shyly smiled at you. But as fast as this empathy came it was away again. She didn't look angry or the way she does when you or the girls fucked up. It was just nothing.

This nothing probably scared you even more than her being angry.

"Please Cordelia, tell me what's wrong?!"

"I actually wanted to talk to you, because you were so strange in class today. I knew something was wrong but I wasn't sure what it was. So I went to your room to see if you were there. But you weren't. I knew you were in the greenhouse then. So I turned around to go. But I nearly stepped on a book on the floor. Books down belong on the floor (Y/n). I picked it up to put it on your bed and I.... I saw a piece of paper in it with my name on it. I, (Y/n), I didn't mean to look at it but I thought it would explain your strange behaviour...." your eyes widened as you realised that she saw the drawing and the little poem. Why did you leave it open in your room. It was just a matter of time that someone saw it. But of course it directly had to be Cordelia. She probably hates you now. You couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore.

"...so I pulled it out. (Y/n) I am really sorry you have to believe me I didn't respect your privacy. But as I looked at it I didn't understand anything. (Y/n) what does that mean?" She put her hand above mine and gently rubbed over it with her thumb. I felt the urge to pull my hand away cause I was so embarrassed and afraid what she would think but I didn't want to make it worse. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

"(Y/n) what's wrong. Please talk to me, don't shut me out. It's all okay." she gently pulled my chin up with her hand and I finally looked into her eyes. All I saw was love and worry. No anger no coldness and no nothing anymore. This look of her gave me strength and before I could think about it I blurted it out. "I love you, Cordelia. I didn't mean to fall in love with you. It just happened. We spend so much time together and we got so close. I'm sorry." Cordelia said nothing, she just looked at you in shock. As she wanted to pull her hand away you grabbed it. "Please Cordelia say something!" You had no idea what was going on in her because her eyes just showed shock. Suddenly she stood up and left. She just left you alone sitting there.

There were a hundred thoughts in your head all asking questions to which you didn't have an answer. You knew you had to talk to Cordelia. She was your teachers and one of your best friends. You couldn't just not talk to each other. That didn't work. So you stood up an searched her. There weren't alot of places where she could be. You knew she probably wanted to be alone so the options were her office or her bedroom. You first went to her office. You didn't even bother to knock you just opened the door but Cordelia wasn't there. You left and went to her bedroom. You just wanted to open the door as you heard someone crying. It was a really quite crying but it was there. But I didn't come from Cordelias room. It came from yours. You quietly approached the door and opened it. You saw Cordelia sitting on your bed crying.

As you closed the door she looked up. "What are you doing here (Y/n)?" You smiled amused. "Well, I could ask you the same question. This is my room Delia. Your sitting on my bed." She opened her eyes widely and wanted to stand up. "I am so sorry. I must have mistaken our rooms. I will leave. Sorry!" You quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arms. "Stop, stop, stop. You will go nowhere. Neither am I angry nor do I want you to go because we have to talk. So sit down again, please." She shyly looked at you and sat down.

Her eyes were still red and puffy from the crying. Her cheeks still wet. You carefully dried them and sat down next to her. "Why did you just leave?" She didn't answer your question and just ignored it. "Why didn't you tell me (Y/n)?". You had to think about this question a little bit, but the truth was you were just scared. So so scared. "Look Delia, I...to be honest I was just scared. I was afraid of your reaction, of what you would think and that it could damage our friendship. This friendship means more than anything to me. Your my best friend." Your voice started to crack and some tears escaped your eyes. "And I think your reaction said more than words could have ever. But it's okay, really. As long as our friendship won't be damaged." You tried to smile but it more looked like you were being tortured.

"No, (Y/n). Don't say that, I... I think you got the wrong impression. I run away because I couldn't belive that you could love me. I mean look at me. I am like, what? 20? years older that you. Your still young and beautiful. How could you love me? Why don't you love Zoe or Madison?" More and more tears fell down her cheeks. As you felt a tear drop on your hand you realised that your were crying too. But not because of your feelings. No, you were crying because of the things Cordelia said about herself. It broke your heart that this person that you saw as the most amazing person in the world things so bad about herself.

"Oh, Delia. Please don't say those things. Listen to me okay? You are not just beautiful, your beauty is ethereal. You are perfect in any way and I never not for one second thought about the age gap. Okay? I don't care about you being 20 years older. You are the one I chose, the one I fell in love with. I want to spend my life with you. You make me feel so warm and so loved. More than I've ever did before. I am the happiest me ever. Because of you. Because of you I have a reason to stand up every morning. The thought of your warm smile and your honest laugh makes my heart light up. Where ever I am, the thought of you makes me feel at home. And I-...I just don't want to be away from you. I want to be with you all the time. Fall asleep in your arms. Wake up with my eyes on you. Walk through my day while you tell me stupid jokes. Want to listen to your voice every minute until we die. You make me complete, Delia. I love you!"

Without thinking about it you leaned forward and cupped her cheeks before you kissed her. Her lips were still wet from her tears so you layed all your love into this one kiss. You wanted Cordelia to feel what you just told her. Your right hand slowly wandered down to her hip to pull her closer to you.

Cordelia hesitated at first but than she laid her hand on your cheek and kissed you back. The kiss ended as you both pulled away and gasped for air.

Cordelia swung her arms around you and laid her head into the crook of your neck. You could feel some tears falling onto your shoulder. You could hear her whisper something into your ear so quietly you weren't even sure you were meant to hear it but she pulled back and repeated it louder and with more confidence. "I love you (Y/n). I always did. I just didn't think someone like you could love me." You kissed her again. It was a short kiss but it was full of love and adoration.

"Just because your mother and Hank made you believe your unloveable and not worthy of any kind of love or affection doesn't mean its true. Okay?" You gently stroked her hair as you said that. You hugged her around the waist and pulled her closer to you. She pulled you down with her so you were both laying on your bed arms in arms. You fell asleep in this position and you both slept better than ever before.

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The next weeks were perfect, better than you could have ever imagined. The relationship with Cordelia filled you up with love and warmth. You wanted to make her feel your love and adoration every day, every second. You told her how beautiful she is every day and always tried to make her smile when she had a stressfull day. But there was still one thing that she was really insecure about. Her body, her naked body. She always changed clothes in a hurry, in the bathroom or she turned around. You couldn't understand why because you guessed she was absoultely stunning. But you also didn't want to push her so you accepted it.

It wasn't just that you felt sorry that she still felt ao insecure, even towards you but also that you wanted to make her feel good too. She had pleasured you a few times but everytime when you wanted to give back the favor she said it was okay, that she was tired or that she just wanted to cuddle. You couldn't imagine that she didn't want to feel this. She wanted it you knew it but she was too afraid. Eventhough there was no need for that.

One evening when she had searched an excuse again and you were both laying in bed just cuddling you decided that it was enough. By know you wanted ro pleasure her and let her scream your name more than you even wanted to be fucked. You gently pulled yourself out of the position you were both in and sat up. "(Y/n) what's wrong? Don't you want to cuddle?" She got insecure again and slowly tried to pull the sheets over her body. "I want to cuddle, Delia but.. and please listen to me don't interrupt me. I want to touch you, the way you want to be touched. I know that you want it, don't try to deny it. And I also know that you are really insecure about your body but we talked about this. I love you, I don't care what you look like. And I also think you are absolutely stunning. Please Delia, trust me. Sex is something where both are involved. Both should feel good. That's not the case at the moment."

"Of course I want it (Y/n). How couldn't I, but I am afraid of your reaction. No matter what you say, you can't deny that I am older than you. A lot." "Older doesn't mean less beautiful, Delia." You smiled at her reassuringly.

You slowly pulled down the sheets and looked at Cordelias body. She was just wearing a big oversized grey shirt. You put your hand on her tight and started to rub it while going higher. With that you also pulled up her shirt a little. Before you pulled the shirt over her hips completely you looked at her to make sure she was still fine with everything you were doing. She shyly nodded so you started pulling the shirt up again. She raised her arms and you pulled it off completely.

She had the urge to cover her body and you knew that. But you didn't want that so you gently held her arms at the sides and started to gently spread kisses on her body. Starting with her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, her tummy and then you slowly got closer to her breasts. With one hand you caressed her left breast and with the other you calmly started to draw her bra strap down. She raised her body so that you could grab around her body and open the bra. You pulled it off and threw it to the floor. You sat up a little bit and couldn't do anything else but stare at her.

"(Y/n), don't please. I told you, I..." You shut her off by kissing her. "I didn't stare because I thought you were ugly, it was quite the opposite actually. You are amazingly beautiful and attractive, Darling." You saw her eyes starting to tear up so you leant down again and kissed her, more passionate this time. And while doing that your hand started to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples. She quietly moaned into your mouth so your hand went down over her tummy to the waistband of her underwear. You again looked at her in question. The instance she nodded your hand slid into her panties.

"Oh, Darling. You're so wet already, why didn't we do this earlier?" You slowly started to part her folds and gently stroke over her center which made her moan again. That was your sign and you fastly pulled off her underwear completely. As your mouth wandered down her body again you put both your hands on her waist. You spread kisses on her inner tights and slowly approached her center. As you got closer she spread her legs. You took this as an invitation, so you slowly started to kiss her center which made her moan. Your tongue slowly stared to lick her clit while your left hand moved down to play with her entrance. Delia grabbed your hair and you could feel that she started to breath heavier. You started to slide into her with one finger and gently fuck her. At the same time your tongue got faster and you sucked hard with your mouth. "Oh (Y/n), please..." You looked up at her and smirked. " Use your words, Delia. What do you want?" Her breathing got heavier but she managed to get the words: " Please.. fuck me. Use two fingers.. oh" out.  So you did what she wanted. You pulled another finger inside of her and thrusted them in and out fastly. You knew that she was close so you grabbed her breast with the other hand and pinched her nipples. That was too much, Cordelia came screaming your name and moaning loudly. But you didn't stop sucking and licking her pussy. You heard her moaning even louder, she was so sensitive right know. She bit her lip, because she didn't want to scream so loud. "Please Delia I want to hear you, moan and scream my name for me" so she did exactly that. "OH (Y/n), please let me come" you stopped your movements and looked up to her. "You come when I tell you to come Cordelia. Ok?" She nodded, taken aback by your outburst of top energy. You slowly started to play with her clit again and because she was so sensitive she directly screamed again. You saw that she tried really hard not to come and that view turned you on so much that you could feel your own wetness again. "Come for me baby!" And she did exactly that,  she came screaming and panting. Her whole body trembled. "Please (Y/n) stop, I can't take this anymore. It's too much." So you slowly stopped and moved up to kiss her.

"I love you (Y/n)"

You pulled her into your arms. "I love you too"

I miss you

Prompt:“I know its been months since we broke up but I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and its making me miss you.”

Pairing:Cordelia x Wilhelmina

Word count: 1092

Warnings: a bit swearing otherwise none

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She new that this was risky and probably absolutely stupid, but she didn’t know what else to do. It was all her fault, she was aware of that. And she was also aware of the fact that Cordelia probably already moved on and had someone knew by now. 

But there was this hope inside of there. This hope she never knew she even had. She wasn’t a person to hope, but she also always thought she wasn’t a person to fall in love with someone, still she did exactly that. And since it happened, the only thing that this love brought to her was hurt. Hurt in any way possible. 

She had been sitting in her car in front of the academy for the past thirty minutes but she couldn’t bring herself to go out there and talk to Cordelia. But wasn’t that exactly why she came in the first place? After a good fifteen minutes more she opened the door of her car and started walking to the big white front doors of the place that ones brought her joy and felt like home to her.

She gently knocked on the door and waited. It was probably just a few seconds but to her it felt like eternity. Suddenly she found herself looking in Cordelia’s eyes. The women who taught her how to love. The women who, for the first time in her life made her feel at peace. Until she fucked it all up.

“How can I help you?” She looked at her like she was a stranger, like they never met each other. Like they didn’t now they’re darkest secrets. Still Cordelia walked away and left the door open. Implying she could follow. And she did that, knowing not to bother closing the door. It would do that itself, or rather through Cordelia’s powers. 

She followed Cordelia up the stairs and into her office. With her cane it was hard keeping up with her so she didn’t answer the question until they were in her office. 

“I know its been months since we broke up but I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and its making me miss you.” Cordelia slowly looked at her.

“Bold of you to come here and say something like that to me, you are the one that broke up with me, remember?”

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Cordelia entered their shared bedroom and looked at her in confusion.

“Why are you packing? Where do you go? Not one of your business-trips again, cause I-,” she couldn’t go on cause she was cut off.

“No, not a business-trip. I’m leaving, I’m breaking up with you.” Cordelia looked at her in disbelief. That must be a joke, they were happy. She had no reason to break up with her. 

“You’re joking, aren’t you? This is insane, why would you break up with me?”

“Do I look like I’m joking to you, I’m fully serious.” Cordelia felt a tear fall down her cheek while she looked at her closing the suitcase.

“But, I love you.” She looked up, sarcastically chuckling.

“Stop pretending, no you don’t.” And with that she grabbed her things and left. What she didn’t see was Cordelia breaking down in the middle of the room and crying her eyes out. 

What she didn’t know was that Cordelia didn’t smile for nearly two weeks after that. It was Madison of all people who cracked the first smile out of her after everything that happened. And even though she smiled again it was rarer than normally. She wasn’t the same as before. 

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“I know that, but not because I stopped loving you.” It was out. She didn’t plan on saying it. It made her weak and pathetic. Crawling back to Cordelia, telling her that she misses and still loves her. But it caught Cordelia’s attention.

“What? If not, then what was the reason? You never told me, you just left.” Cordelia was hurt. It was obvious even to her. 

“I thought you would leave me one way or another and if I just left you before you had the chance to, it would hurt less.” Cordelia didn’t know what to say. Didn’t she know that she was her world?

“Are you insane? Why would I leave you?”

“Because I’m disgusting and pathetic. The way I stand her admitting everything to you, I can’t even live on my own without missing you everyday. I’m holding onto something I could never have. You are so beautiful, intelligent, funny and attractive. Everybody loves you. While I’m ugly and disgusting, no one loves me. They all just make fun of me. It’s been like that my whole life. Not even my own parents loved me. But you know what? I deserve it. Look at me. I can’t walk without a fucking cane.” 

Cordelia was shocked. She thought she knew the other woman, knew what she felt like, knew that she loved her. But she knew nothing. She felt so guilty for never having doubted her happiness. Or having asked her how she really felt.

“That’s not true. I love you. And don’t even start arguing with me. Because I do and nothing you say can change that. You’re stuck with me. You made my life better. You brought joy to it. And the girls were quite fond of you too. And why would you ever think that you are disgusting or ugly?”

“Have you seen my back?” Cordelia stepped forward and whipped her tears away.

“To be precise, no i haven’t. Because you just wouldn’t let me.” Cordelia slowly stepped behind her. She laid a hand on her shoulder and gently started to open her shirt. Cordelia could feel her tense up under the touch but she didn’t protest so she didn’t stop. 

When she had unzipped the shirt she pulled it down a little. Cordelia heard the other woman sniff quietly.

“You see what I mean now?” Cordelia gently placed a kiss on the other woman’s upper back and zipped the shirt up again.

“No, I don’t,” she turned her around, “you are beautiful. You disability or your back or your cane don’t change that. You will always be the most stunning and beautiful woman to me. I love you, Wilhemina Venable.” Cordelia took Wilhemina’s face between her hands and gently placed a kiss on her lips. She could feel that her lips were wet because of the tears she cried. Still it was the best feeling to be reunited with the woman she loved and thought she lost.

Cordelia Goode

You are loved ☆♡♧

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable

I miss you ♧♡

American Horror Story

Cordelia Goode

Wilhemina Venable

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Michael Langdon - Lost Lovers

Warnings: Death by fire, kind of mention of the witches massacre/genocide

A/N: This HAS to be one of my favorite imagines that I've ever written. I was really inspired when I wrote it, especially because I loved American Horror Story: Apocalypse. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 2.5k

“There’s humanity in you. I see it.”

I was part of the witches coven and Michael was part of the wizard coven. Normally, we would both hate each other, we should hate each other, but we don’t.

Not at all.

We both met when we were in the same church of darkness. He was taken by Ms. Mead, my mother and was actually the son of our saviour. I didn’t believe that the Devil itself was bad, it was bad compared to the christians, but we could say the same about God. My mother was kind enough to give him shelter after we had taken him in the infamous “Murder House”. I was the youngest member of our belief, but they didn’t know that I was more powerful than they thought.

Ms. Mead was my adoptive mother; my real mother was the last Supreme of my line. It was two supreme existed at the same time, but it wasn’t impossible. The royal blood ran through my system and when my mother died, two years after Ms. Mead took me in, I gained her powers.

Nobody knew that I was a witch, but if they did, I’d be burning at a stake right now. I had heard rumors about a witch coven in New Orleans, with the other Supreme, Cordelia Goode. It had been a few months that Michael and I had met each other, but I had to make myself disappear. That is why, one night, I got into my car, left a note to Ms. Mead; saying that I’ll leave forever and never come back.

I arrived in New Orleans in no time, and met my fellow sisters. Zoe and Cordelia herself had welcomed me into the academy. It was a place that was actually safe for me; I had to hide some of my powers for my safety, but not from Cordelia. I actually helped her bring her formal mother, Myrtle Snow back.

I had heard that Michael had brought back Queenie and Madison from the dead. I didn’t know who they were until I came to his school, while he performed the seven wonders. I had already performed them with Cordelia, but I knew that it was different with a warlock. He saw me, thinking I was dead and asking himself why I was with the witches.

With the help of my telepathy, I answered these questions for him though my mind.

“Michael, I’m one of them. I have been since I was born. Royal blood runs through my veins. I am the second Supreme of this coven, and I couldn’t tell you. I’m sorry, Michael. I had to disappear for my own survival.”

He only responded with a sad look and a small tear coming out of his eye. I walked away, letting Zoe know that I needed some air.

I had later known that he did pass the seven wonders and brought my old friend, Misty Day. God, I had missed her.

I walked into the library and Michael was sitting on a desk, catching his breath. I saw Misty and Cordelia on the floor, hugging each other. They separated and I almost jumped into her arms. She was practically my real sister. She was always so nice to me, and she welcomed me into her home after I ran away from my previous home.

I thanked Michael by telepathy, for bringing back my sister to me. He only nodded and slightly smiled. I knew him and I had a connection before I got away, but I didn’t want to leave him. I never wanted to, but I knew that he and Ms. Mead wanted all of the witches to be wiped out, and that would include me.

A few weeks after, one of the warlocks of the council was found dead and Cordelia asked me to bring him back. It was more complicated than it looked like, the man was burned to the bone and practically nothing was left of him.

I did bring him back, as he confessed that Ms. Mead and two of the warlocks of the council had plotted behind the back of the coven to execute John Henry Moore.

Here was the day that everything changed. The three murders were sentenced to death by fire, and I obviously had to watch them burn. Yes, I do recognize our history, us witches, but that doesn’t mean that I do like it.

Before Mr. Moore conjured them to their deaths, Ms. Mead spoke up to me.

“Y/N, I thought you were dead, my child. You still have a chance to repent, to follow the path of the Armageddon.”

“I’m with my people, now. I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to follow the good path. As much as I appreciate all that you did for me, you have to pay for what you did.”

“Oh please. Michael will find a way to wipe all of you.”

“Light ‘em up, Moore.”

I turned my back to the killers and listened to their screams. I really did hate, Ms. Mead for what she did, but a part of me was dying inside. My 3 years with her, with Michael, just went away like the snap of my fingers. I knew there was no going back now, not for me, nor the coven and certainly not for Michael. My heart ached at the screams, feeling how Michael would be destroyed after this.

[Time skip]

[Michael’s POV]

Three bodies, well the rest of them were stuck to wood stakes. I approached them, revealing their identities to me. Mr. Ariel and Mr. Baldwin were among the three of them. They had helped me, rescued me when I was in jail. The third corpse had me panic for a moment, the shape of it looked familiar to me. As I pressed the palm of my hand towards the body, I saw the face of my beloved adoptive mother.

“NO”

An agony scream shot out of my throat. The last strands of good in me were torn out of my heart. A whole in me, a void was created in this very moment. I had lost my only family. I lost Constance, Y/N and now my Ms. Mead.

[Y/N’s POV]

Cordelia and I teleported ourselves to the burning site. Michael was sobbing on the pavement floor, facing our adoptive mother. Cordelia didn’t know this, but I was the only person who Michael truly opened up to. I walked up to him, but Cordelia stopped me before I could get any further to him.

“It's over. We know who you are. Your allies are all dead. You failed.” Cordelia spat at him. He turned to face us. Tears were dripping down his face, his eyes were bloodshot red.

“I've already proven to you that I can defy death. I'm just gonna bring her back. And when I do, my Ms. Mead will stand by me as we watch you die.” Michael responded back to her.

“You can certainly go to Hell, but you won't find her there.” The first real sentence left my mouth. His voice had changed so much, his tone was deeper, but I could still hear the same soft tone he used with me.

“What have you done, Y/N.”

“Her soul is hidden by a spell only I can break. You'll never see her again.” Pain fluttered all around my chest, feeling my heart caving in.

“You’re all alone.” Cordelia completed.

It wasn’t true though. Yes, I was part of the witches’ coven and was loyal to them, but a part of me will always be with my Michael.

He was the first boy I’ve ever met. My mother was the only person I knew before I got into a car crash and Ms. Mead took me in; with having no idea that I was a witch. They would plot around my back and I would react by agreeing with them, taking no attention to my real self.

He was the first one to comfort me when my nightmare would start. He would tell me all about the house he was born and never hid anything from me. I felt guilty and unsafe with them because they wanted not only the witches to be all gone, but the whole godamn world.

I left, not even saying goodbye to him, I walked into his room before stepping out. Leaving him a kiss on his forehead and one of my rings; he would always play with them and he especially loved my small gold ring.

“I'm never alone. I have my father.” His voice broke.

“Where is he now? Why did he let this happen? You don't have to follow this path your father laid out for you.” Cordelia let me step closer to him. I lowered myself to his level.

“You can write your own destiny. You can still turn away. Michael, there's humanity in you. I see it. If you come with me, maybe we can find it, again. Together.” I offered him my hand, hoping her would take this chance to be better.

I saw the raw pain in his eyes, his thoughts were devouring his soul. He took my hand, but pulled me roughly against him instead.

“Somehow, some way, I am gonna bring her back. And then I'm gonna kill every last one of you.” He let me go of his embrace and walked towards Cordelia. He didn’t mean to say that to me, he said it directly to Cordelia.

He then walked away, turned to face me, and shared a thought with me. “Look in your hand.”

I did. The small ring I had given to him was right there, two years after my disappearance. There was a small word carved in my hand; “Come.” He wanted me to find him in the way he was going.

I did want to, but I didn’t how I would. “Y/N, let’s go.”

I nodded to her and watched her teleport herself back to the academy. It hurted me to betray my sisters, but I really needed to talk to him.

I walked toward Michael, almost losing the sight of him. I didn’t know where he was going, but teleporting myself to the unknown could cost me my life.

A few minutes later, I found Michael on his knees, on the ground, staring down at his hands. He must’ve heard a twig snap under my feet, his head snapped towards mine. He still looked so innocent and kind.

“You came.” He stood up, walking towards me.

“What do I have to lose.” His stance stood before mine, looking at me.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me when we lived together?” His tension falling off of his broad shoulders.

“I never told you because I was scared. I was scared that one day, you’d come into my room and rip my heart out my chest.” Tears made their way though my throat, causing my voice to crack.

“I grew up with you, you showed me so many things and not only did you give me a chance to be good, you were the first person who didn’t see me as the spawn of Satan. You saw me for who I was, even though you knew all about me. I would’ve never, ever hurted you.” He walked closer to me, seeing his eyes fill up with tears.

“What do you want me to say, Michael. I didn’t know what to believe, two years ago.” Tears were now dripping on my face. Words had left my mouth before I realized what I was saying.

“I loved you, Michael. I fell in love ever since the day our adoptive mother took you home. I didn’t know back then what you were, but when I found out and when you started making up all of your plans, my heart was shattered. I gave you a chance, but I was too scared to be near you. I went away and gave you this to remind you that even though I was weak to leave, that I never wanted to leave your side.” I fell on my knees, the weight from my shoulder was finally off of them after so many years. I ran my fingers along my black dress, taking a deep breath.

“I knew there was always something off about you, but seeing you stand with them. I never would’ve thought you would want me dead, because that’s all they want. If you loved, or still love me, you would know that I would never, ever hurt you, Y/N. I’m sorry about how I treated you in the past, but I am not sorry for falling in love with you.” I looked up to him, he was already looking at me, offering me his hand.

I took it, his touch made me feel safe. Even though all that he is, I did not care at all.

“Falling in love?” My lips felt like they needed to be on his desperately. His eyes looked even more blue in the dim light.

“Ever since I’ve met you, I knew what I felt for you was not only friendship. I love you so much and I’m not the type of person to say this if I don’t mean it.” His hand was now on my cheek, rubbing small circles on my jawline. Even though our height difference wasn’t extreme, I took a step closer and embraced our lips together.

His hands found their way on the back of my neck and on my waist as mine travelled to his hair and one behind his back. His lips felt heavenly on mine, almost like fire meeting ice. His devotion could be felt all the way through my body, my heart was radiating relief.

We departed to catch our breaths, my hands on the back of his neck, fiddling with his blonde curls. His hands were resting on my back, tracing lines on my back with his delicate yet strong hands.

“I love you too, Michael. And I promise you that I will never leave your side again.” He sighed and kissed me again, holding me closer to his body.

“Just stop reading my thoughts, alright?” I nodded and chuckled on his lips, kissing him desperately again.

“Alright.” I shared him my thought again, making him pull me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around my middle and never pulling back.

“I’ll find a way to get our Miss Mead back, I’m so sorry.” I whispered by his neck. His hand ran up higher to the back of my neck, nodding against my skin.

“Thank you, thank you, my love.” He rambled by my ear, holding even tighter to me.