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Hi, I just discovered you and you're an excellent writer. I noticed Myrtle Snow is blank and she's my fixation with AHS Coven. Could I request her with the prompts 17 "why are we hiding?" & 22 "you're here with me"?

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Honestly, anon, thanks for the request and I'm so glad that you enjoyed my writing, I appreciate this so so so much, thank you!

Myrtle is one of my favorite characters as well, and I was so excited to write something about her.

Okay, so, this is actually a funny oneshot, so, hope you don't mind!

Enjoy!

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17. "why are we hiding?" 22. "you're here with me."

Something was wrong and you knew it.

For this reason, you called on one of the most knowledgeable witches of the Robichaux Academy clan to help you unravel the mysteries behind the Supreme's plans, Fiona Goode.

But Myrtle was very confused by your behavior and, despite her innate cleverness, most of the time, she forgot about the pleasures of a teenager in listening to conversations behind the door.

"Why are we hiding, exactly?", she asked, her voice very low as you tried to spy on Fiona talking to Marie Laveau. You were strategically under her bed - your idea, of course - and you expected to hear everything on that one expedition.

"Isn't it obvious? I don't want that crazy woman to find me. She has a voodoo queen on her side, we can't just jump into the middle of the conversation like it's nothing!"

Myrtle rolled her eyes. "Why do I have the feeling this isn't going to work, (Y\N)?"

"Because you're paranoid and you've probably never done this in your life," you replied, trying to keep your voice to a whisper. "Come on, Myrtle, have some fun!"

"For your information, humble young lady, I'm having fun," she whispered. "But it's because I know Fiona and know that she has no limits that I'm sure we're either going to end up screwed, or we're going to end up screwed."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. You laughed and continued spying, poking your head slightly out of the sheet under the bed and turning to Myrtle afterward. "You're here with me, there's no way it can go wrong."

"I don't know if that was supposed to sound romantic or not, my dear, but it didn't work."

You scoffed. "Shut up, Myrtle! Do you want us to be found out? Also, if everything goes well, I promise I'll buy you an ice cream of your choice, okay?"

If there was one thing Myrtle didn't need to know, it was that you had a crush on her. First, it was an embarrassing thing, which you prayed that you would wake up the next morning regretting, precisely because you knew that many obvious factors prevented you from being together. And like, all your colleagues who knew you had a crush on the Council witch were on your case because of it, making fun of the situation. It was embarrassing enough that you wanted to find a spell that would turn you into an ostrich, only to stick your head in the ground and never come out again.

And of course, a less rational part of you insisted that the spying situation was just an omen for you and Myrtle to spend some time together without you needing to confess to her.

Regardless of what it was, it was embarrassing all the same.

"Are you paying attention, (Y\N)?", Myrtle brought you out of your reverie. "Fiona just said she feels ready to reveal her big plan to Miss Laveau."

You squinted your eyes and strained your ears to try to hear. And, as you expected, the revelation of Fiona's dirty plans was anything but peaceful: eliminating the clan one by one, to keep her in power. Eliminate the weakest ones, to bring her magic back. So that she could sell her soul and guarantee eternal life as Supreme.

"Oh no, but that's too much! That's enough!"

You realized too late that Myrtle had gone a little overboard and ruined your plans - your plans, to be more precise, because she only really helped with the execution.

"Myrtle, no!"

You didn't even have time to formulate a plan B. When you least expected it, Fiona's hands discovered you from under the bed and she had that horrible look on her face that reminded you of a very poisonous snake.

"Ah, but look what we have here…", she muttered, turning to Marie only to laugh in disdain. "… two curious rats sticking their noses where they weren't called!"

"Fiona, we…"

"No, no explanations, (Y\N), I've seen enough. Out, you two! Now!"

You came out from under the bed like lightning, pulling Myrtle's hand with you quickly, but just in time to see Fiona and her staring at each other as if they were going to hit each other at any moment. As soon as you passed, Fiona locked the bedroom door, using magic.

"I told you it wouldn't work!" Myrtle scolded, stamping her feet.

"Huh, and who said it didn't work? We discovered the witch's plan, now we just need to stop her."

"That was very immature of you, (Y\N). Definitely immature!"

You thought it was funny that she tried to seem really mad at you, even though you knew it was all just typical Myrtle Snow theater.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t love that!”, you laughed. "Come on, the plan worked, or at least half of it worked. But our ice cream is still standing, right?"

"As long as it's not an infamous attempt or a plan of yours to ask me out, (Y\N), yes, it's still standing."

You laughed again, biting your cheek to hide your smile. It definitely wasn't a plan to ask her out…

[lana-b-bana]

Preference: Murder House Characters When You Have A Crush

VIVIEN HARMON:

Vivien would be surprised and flattered. She would reciprocate your feelings too, due to all the time you spent together. When you told her about your feelings, she would smile but would not act too over the top, in front of you, at least. Later, she would run to Moira, jumping up and down with happiness. 

“Y/N . . . I feel the same.”

CONSTANCE LANGDON:

Constance wouldn’t be surprised. She’s had her fair share of suitors, some insane, some not. She would certainly be flattered and her ego would be inflated. After some boasting about her best qualities, Constance would kiss you on the cheek and say she liked you too. 

“Was it my charm or my attractiveness that made you fall for me?” 

BILLIE DEAN HOWARD:

Billie would act cool and suave but she would be ecstatic on the inside. She had hoped, of course, that you liked her but she never thought it would actually happen. When you told Billie about your feelings, she smirked and sauntered closer to you. She kissed you gently before making plans for a date. 

“Oh, baby, I know you like me. I mean, just look at me.”

NORA MONTGOMERY:

Let’s be clear: Nora would have a crush on you, at the least, she would feel some type of attraction for you. But having been raised in an older time, she would have thought it so odd to be in love with a woman. So Nora would first try to deny her feelings, but when you confessed, her feelings would spill out. You would have to be gentle and patient with Nora, but it would be worth it. 

“Oh! I do feel something for you, Y/N, but it’s so . . . odd! I’ve never known a woman to like a woman before!”

OLD!MOIRA O’HARA:

Moira would know she liked you from the start. No one’s treated her with such kindness as you have. But when you told her you liked her, she was sure it was just a prank. Moira would think she’s too old, too ugly, too sad, and stuck in this hell hole of a house. You would reassure her, kiss her cheek, and tell her that yes, your feelings were real. 

“Please tell me you’re not kidding. I wouldn’t be able to handle it otherwise . . .”

[crimsonkook]

Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle when Ariel was talking about Michael being the new supreme

[ahs-gif-imagines]

[ashleymattei-blog]

My heart 😍😏🤤🤯😳🙊🙈💙❤ *Dead*

I'm With Her; Moira x Fem!Reader

Could you do a Moria O'Hara x female reader, and the reader has been lovers with Moira for a few week and one night she wants to have sex with her but while she is her old self. Nobody else has had sex with her that way. Sorry it sounds creepy.

Author: Lee

Warnings: Smut (like a lot. this might be the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written) - masturbation, oral, thigh riding, fingering; Old!Moira (smut with old!moira), Profanity,  time isn’t linear in this - there are some flashbacks,

It had been nearly two and a half months since you and Moira had started your ‘meetings’. You remember the first day, when you moved in, was your first encounter with the woman who was now your maid.

The day was sunny and the last of the movers had brought the last of your things into the house. You had assured them that you would arrange all the furniture to your liking, and that they just needed to bring everything into their appropriate rooms. You had just made your way into the living room to tip the movers when you noticed them staring behind you. Turning around, you see a beautiful young woman looking directly at you. She was wearing a French maid outfit and you wondered momentarily if it was Halloween.

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