#wilhemina x reader

[lanawinters-ily]

The Purple Dragon

Wilhelmina Venable is the most unapproachable, untouchable individual you had ever met, yet she has a soft spot for you. Why?

Pairing: Wilhelmina Venable x Reader

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: mention of struggling with mental health

Wilhelmina Venable was a complex individual. Stand-offish, rude, stubborn. The negative descriptions could go on, yet some element of you felt drawn to her.

Throughout your lifetime you had always sought out hidden meanings - in books, signs, & eventually people. Being a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason, meant that you always thought that people acted a certain way because of a certain thing.

There must be an explanation for everything - past or present. Whether this was a desire to control, or to balance the unknown in life, you didn’t know.

All that mattered was your inquisition. And consequently, this would lead you on the greatest adventure of your life.

You had known her for almost a year, the longest lasting assistant she had ever had. It could be due to your competence, your failure to give up, or possibly some element of Ms Venable.

However, this didn’t make working with the redhead any easier. She was called the ‘purple dragon’ for a reason; holding a fiery passion that most considered anger.

But not you.

Because of this, you had always treated Venable with the kindest of hearts. This was not unusual for you, but even the most saint-like person could crumble with one strike of the redhead’s stony glare. Luckily you had everlasting compassion when it came to even the most difficult of souls.

Well, not all the time.

It was a bad day. One of those days in which the bed is so comfy, so warm, so safe, that it seems impossible to leave. Your heart was heavy, & your mind even more so, dragging your body into the heavy depths; sinking & drowning as you were held down by the currents of numbness.

You should have called in sick, taken a day off for yourself, but you weren’t very good at doing this. Being a burden, a difficulty, seemed far worse than pulling yourself through the workday, so you chose to stumble into the office with the countenance of a particularly exhausted zombie.

Wilhelmina was also having a rough day, waking up with severe pain along her spine. This pain was not only physical, it also brought with it a fair share of mental anguish - mostly made up of resentment & irritation at her weakness.

What only made this worse was what the redhead discovered when she arrived at work. She had forgotten to bring her bag, & therefore, her medication.

Fuck, she cursed.

As the pain increased, she became even more aware of the fact that she couldn’t drive in this condition. She didn’t have a phone or any money either, so it’s not like she could call a taxi to pop home. Wilhelmina was just going to have to grit her teeth & bare it for the next few hours, hoping that the gods would spare her the agony just this once.

“Ms Venable? Are you alright?”

You had appeared in the doorway of Wilhelmina’s office, eyes worriedly scanning her hunched over figure.

The redhead snapped up into an unnoticeable posture, feigning normality despite the pained shudder that rippled through her body.

“I’m just fine Miss Y/L/N.”

It was her turn to do a double take, looking at you with narrowed eyes as she scrutinised your appearance.

“On the contrary, it seems that you are not.”

This was entirely in character for Ms Venable to make such a blunt observation, so you were used to it. However, for some reason, today it was the last straw.

You bursted into noisy tears & sank to the ground. Curled up into a ball, you sobbed uncontrollably, not even caring about who was watching. What you were crying about, you weren’t quite sure. All you knew was that you couldn’t take today, & your emotions had just spilled out in a violent flow.

All you wanted was to lay on this cold, uncomforting floor & fall asleep. Or disappear. Anything would be better than this.

"Hey, sh sh sh," a gentle voice shushed your sobs of despair.

The contrast in tone led you to believe that another of your colleagues had come to your rescue, yet you didn't recognize the voice. You looked up in confusion, only to be met with a blur of purple.

Ms Venable; formidable, heartless, cold Ms Venable was knelt next to you.

"Come on, little one. Let's get you up." She said in a whispered tone.

Half in shock, half still in despair, you allowed yourself to be led to the purple sofa by the window. Your body felt so numb, not feeling Ms Venable's tight grip, or the sofa material as you sank into it. All you could do was sit & stare blankly, too overwhelmed internally to make a sound.

A familiar hand just stroked through your messy hair, silently understanding that words were too much. Lulling you into a calm, dreamlike state, this repetitive motion was just what you needed.

As you caught your heavy breaths & your parasympathetic system took hold, Wilhelmina was facing her own battle.

Her back was still in agony, even more so after kneeling & supporting your weight. Yet, somehow, her heart hurt thrice as much.

She never wanted it to be this way. You were the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person she had ever met. There was an essence about you that was addictive to Wilhelmina, a perfume of lightness that she couldn't help but smell until she was perfectly dizzy with love.

That was the issue. Love.

"Ms Venable," you mumbled. "Your back, you can't be sitting like this it-"

"It's okay little one, I'm alright." She spoke gently. "And call me Wilhelmina."

You noticed. You saw her. If possible, the butterflies in Mina's stomach flew more frantically as she tried to control the deep blush that settled on her cheeks.

God, she felt like a lovesick teenager all of a sudden.

"Okay, Mina." You said cheekily, gaining some colour back to your previously pale disposition.

Wilhelmina gave you a stern look, but it was more a caricature of her usual demeanor, turned soft by you.

You both wanted to say something, but were simply lost in each other's eyes. Her pupils were a rich brown, so deep that you could wander in them for hours and never get bored.

Without warning, she moved closer to you, resting her hand onto your knee. You closed the gap, pulling her into a kiss of fiery passion.

Perhaps she did like being a dragon after all, just not in the way she had expected.

Wilhelmina was hypnotic; a drug, and now you had a taste you just couldn't get enough. And from the way she was kissing you, it seemed as if she was just as addicted.

She was the first to pull away, which made your breath shudder with anxiety. What if she regretted this?

But her comforting hand resting on your cheek, and the look of adoration in her eyes told you otherwise.

"What's going on sweet one, hm?"

You broke her gaze, feeling entirely too vulnerable. There was nothing you hated more than explaining your mental state; it didn't even make sense to you so how were you to express it.

"It's just one of those days Mina, where everything feels...wrong." You sighed. "I don't really know how to say it in a way that makes sense."

"It's okay." Wilhelmina nodded. "I think I get where you're coming from. Sometimes when I'm having a bad day with my back, I can struggle with that too."

"You do?" You said in surprise.

"Yes, darling. I do."

"But you're always so strong. I never would have thought."

"People have different ways of showing it, little one." Mina spoke gently. "I snap at people, I get angry, I scream; all because I feel so out of control."

"Oh." You said. It all made sense now.

This time, she captured your lips in a kiss. It was more slow and steady than the former; a way of saying 'we have time'.

So, you sat there for a while, quietly soaking in each other's presence and stealing a kiss every few moments.

If someone had told you an hour ago that Wilhelmina Venable would be looking at you like this, being gentle with you like this, you would have laughed in their face.

Never did you think that your feelings would be returned, and neither did she.

Suddenly the door creaked open, and one of your colleagues stepped in. Instantly you tensed, waiting for Wilhelmina to turn away from you, to be embarrassed by you.

But she sat, unmoving, as her steely gaze fixed on her new target.

"Susan." She said bluntly. "What have I told you about knocking before disturbing me?"

Now Susan was a fairly confident woman, chatty most times. But in the presence of the purple dragon, she crumbled and stuttered.

"I j-just needed-"

"Needed what? Something so important that you decided to barge straight into my office unannounced? An emergency, perhaps?"

"Well, no but-"

"Well then I'd prefer if you let us be, thank you."

And that was that. Susan scuttled out of the room like a scolded child. To your utmost surprise, Wilhelmina pulled you into her side and kissed your hairline.

"No harm will come to you now I'm around, little one."

"I love you Mina."

"I love you most, my sweet."

[marchtomydrums]

Group Chats 5

Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader

You: “Okay I'm bored as fuck here! Sooo let's play Smash or Pass!”

Billie✨: “ Yes I love this game!”

Delia🖤: “ Y/n you shouldn't talk about women this way. I mean come on guys.”

Billie✨: “ Relax Delia it's just a game.”

Mina💜: “ What the hell is Smash or Pass?”

You: “ It's a game. I say a person's name and you say smash or pass. Pass you wouldn't have sex with them or smash you would. “

Billie✨: “ It's pretty self-explanatory Vennie. 🙄”

Mina💜: “ Bite me, Howard! I don't have time for games I have to work unlike some of you.”

Delia🖤: “ Yeah because working with girls ages 7-26 isn't a job. Oh, and they have powers!”

Billie✨: “ I literally talk to dead people!”

You: “She's talking about me. It's me!🙋‍♀️”

Delia🖤: “Don't be rude to her Mina she has her studies!”

Billie✨: “ Yeah Vennie Relax. Say a name y/n.”

You: “ Lana Parrilla.”

Billie✨: “ SMASHH!”

Delia🖤: “ Smash”

Mina💜: “ Pass.”

You: “What?! Mina pass?”

Mina💜: “ If you insist I play this game don't question my choices.”

You: “ Fine. Mariska Hargitay.”

Billie✨: “ Oh Smash for sure!”

Delia🖤: “ Smash. I love her on SVU.”

Mina💜: “ Pass.”

You: “ Cate Blanchett.”

Billie✨: “ Pass. Not my type.”

Delia🖤: “Smash.”

Mina💜: “ Pass.”

Billie✨: “ Oh my god Vennie are you going to pass on everyone?!”

Delia🖤: “ Yeah you're not even playing.”

Mina💜: “ Well I'm sorry I don't find any of these women attractive and I certainly wouldn't smash them as you put it.”

Billie✨: “ There has to be someone you would smash.”

Mina💜: “ Nope.”

Delia🖤: “Jesus. Say a name y/n.”

You: “ Billie Dean Howard.”

Billie✨: “ 👀”

Delia🖤: “ Smash. 😉”

You: “ Smash. 😏”

Mina💜: “ Now that isn't fair you guys said celebrities.”

You: “ Cordelia Goode.”

Billie✨: “ Smash. 😛😘”

You: “Smash. 😏”

Delia: “ ☺️”

Mina💜: “ This isn't going to work because you said..”

You: “ Me.”

Billie✨: “ SMASHHHH!”

Delia🖤: “ Smash!!”

……..

…….

Delia🖤: “ Mina?”

Mina💜: “ Dammit smash!”

You: “ Yes! Victory is mine!”

Mina💜: “ Yeah because you cheated.”

You: “No I didn't. We never said this game was only for celebrities and you said there wasn't a person you would say smash to. Which you did so I win! 🥳”

Mina💜: “ Whatever. I have to get back to work.”

You: “Wilhemina Venable. 😏”

Billie✨: “ Smash! 😛💦”

Delia🖤: “ Smash. 😘😉”

You: “ Smash!! 🥵🥵”

Minq💜: “ The three of you are idiots! But I love you. I will see you in an hour. Love you 😘😘😘.”

Billie✨: “ Love you.”

Delia🖤:” 😘♥️”

You: “ I love you!!!♥️”

[suckerforcate]

Wilhemina Venable

I do care about you ♧♡

[stepintomyworld]

This is so wonderful. Thank you 🥺🫶🏼

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Remedy

A/N: dedicated to @stepintomyworld 🤍

tags/warnings: established relationship, female reader, mention of pain medication, mention of scoliosis, mention of insomnia, a little sad, fluff/comfort

word count: 3k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahs , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay , @blu3dimples , @stepintomyworld

As soon as you step into the kitchen, the academy still silent, the only sound to be heard the sound of rain patting against the large windows, your eyes fall upon your girlfriend Cordelia. Ethereal as always, the supreme goes on about her usual tasks, preparing breakfast for the witches at the academy. You linger there for a moment longer, taking in her body, the white long blouse she is wearing, complimenting her body perfectly, as well as the long black flowly trousers. It was always one of your favorite outfits on your girlfriend, classy, professional and beautiful.

Only when the same door you are leaning against creaks slightly, she turns and notices you standing there. She smiles before her mouth opens to greet you but from her features you can already tell something was bothering the headmistress. Despite her warm smile and the gentle „Good Morning sweetheart“ there was something amiss, her what you call sunshine features. She was your sun and always had been, lighting up a room whenever she stepped inside and warming up your heart many years ago. That same sunshine and warmth was missing this morning, replaced by some dark rings under her eyes, something nervous and unsettling about her facial expression and posture.

Slowly, you walk towards her, wrapping your arms around her from behind and having to go on your tip toes to lean your head on her shoulder. „Morning Delia“ you mumble, taking in the scent of your home. She instantly leans into your touch, stopping the preparation of food for a moment to enjoy this quiet moment with you, the witches due to be down any moment, your other girlfriend Wilhemina already long gone at work. Without words, the two of you began working together, you filling some jugs with water and juice before helping your girlfriend finish setting the table. By the time you are both finished, you hand her a warm cup of her favorite tea and she frowns a little, as you always seem to know exactly what she needs in a moment, always able to read her like a book.

„Whats on your mind Delia?“ you whisper as you lean against her and she sighs before setting the cup down, too hot to enjoy yet. She remains silent, unsure how to word everything that was bothering her at the moment. It takes you a second to notice the twitching of her hands, an indication she was stressed and so you opt for gentleness, knowing your Delia struggled to voice her concerns, yet a different way to you and Wilhemina. „Busy day ahead?“ you ask, knowing she was fine and bubble yesterday and only seemed to have gone quiet this morning. And like always you had been right, hitting right what the supreme had been stressing about all morning.

Before Cordelia replies, she kisses your forehead, a silent thank you for always being able to read her so well before she nods. „I‘ve got four classes this morning, a dozen emails and phone calls to get to and a meeting this afternoon“ she huffs and you look up at her before frowning, feeling bad she had to carry the weight of everything on her already busy shoulders. Without thinking twice you offer „How about I take care of breakfast? you can get a start on your emails“ you offer and she looks at you with such gratitude that you aren‘t sure whether some tears are swelling up in her eyes. „That would be life saving sweetie but you really don‘t have to“ she reassures but you shake your head, silently telling her you wanted to.

„What classes are you teaching today?“ you ask as she takes a sip of her tea now having cooled down. „Potions and some basic spells, back to back“ she sighs and you nod before meeting her brown eyes. „Why don‘t you let me handle them?“ you offer, having been her student years ago, since a successful witch and on top of your abilities. You had often been helping around the academy and teaching classes for her and so to you it seems like a no brainer. But Cordelia bites her lip, hating to put all this pressure and work on you, knowing it was her job and she shouldn‘t be complaining about it. „I promise I‘d love to, I‘ve missed it actually“ you reassure.

„But if you do that and breakfast, what am I meant to do?“ she huffs slightly and you chuckle before kissing her cheek again. „Delia I‘m sure you have enough emails and files to get you through the day and besides if you don‘t- go on a walk, have a nice bath, take care of yourself“ you reassure and this time, some tears swell in her eyes, so grateful to you for always finding the right words, always finding the right solutions. „Thank you sweetie“ she says softly, setting the cup down she had now finished before capturing your lips in a kiss. „And you‘re sure?“ she asks again but you shake your head playfully before muttering „Yes Delia now go“ you encourage, making some hand gesture to get her to head to her office. She smiles at you before leaving, the witches slowly drawing inside the kitchen and greeting her one by one as they pass her, before greeting you.

With the hours of the day slowly passing by, the sun shining through the dark clouds and rain to eventually beginning to set, you teach the classes Cordelia was meant to teach, enjoying to get back in touch with some of the witches and your passion for potions. After finishing, you had left some tea in Cordelia's office, unable to find her but hearing the bathtub running in your bathroom and so you leave it there, knowing she was finally getting some much needed self care. In the evening, you make sure to prepare some dinner after feeding the witches and they settle to their rooms, ready to enjoy it in the comfortable silence of each other with Wilhemina due to return from work any moment. She returns, moments before the supreme descends the stairs, greeting you and each other the way they usually would.

The three of you settle with some chatter over dinner, catching up on each other's day, you proudly telling Mina about the classes you had taught and her filling you both in on some work gossip about her idiot bosses. After dinner, Wilhemina opts for a shower and her usual routine as Cordelia begins helping you clean the dishes, feeling bad about all the chores you had done today and how much you had helped her today. ,,Thank you sweetie'' she murmurs as she wraps her arms around you from behind, similar to the way you had done this morning, the only difference being, her feeling much more relaxed and content to hours before. ,,You're welcome'' you mumble, melting into her touch and the warmth radiating off her. ,,Are you feeling better?'' you ask and she nods contently, you of course having been right and some much needed self care helping her feel much better.

,,Dee I'm always right here to help, I know you want to do it all on your own all the time but I'm happy to take some of it off your plate'' you encourage as you turn to face her, and she gives you that half sad half happy smile, before her fingers come into contact with your cheeks, stroking them gently. ,,Thank you sweet girl'' she smiles before kissing you gently. And so the evening carries on the way it usually would, the three of you sitting comfortably on the sofa by the TV, Mina finishing one of her knitting projects, Delia not on her laptop this time as she had caught up on much more work than she expected and therefore having you in her arms, holding you close. And as she glances at you both she couldn't be more grateful to the universe giving her the two of you, always right there when she needs you, your words and touches healing parts of her soul she didn't know needed healing in the first place.

The following few weeks brought sun and the blaring heat, known for New Orleans but nevertheless a struggle at times. Despite the academy being nice and cool, the world outside the iron gates made it hard to breathe. And Cordelia was this time the first catching on, noticing how Wilhemina had been pulling away slightly. And the supreme had known the redhead long enough to understand her on a deeper lever. Their hearts had always been intertwined, beating for each other and undeniably for you but the two of them had a much more silent and different connection. They could feel the pain in each other's soul as well as joy, not even having to be in the same room or building as each other and none of Delia's powers needed for this.

Whenever Cordelia was struggling with what her mother had left behind, both a whole academy for her to lead as well as the scars on her soul, Wilhemina could tell, that same look of emptiness and pain behind the blonde's brown eyes. And Wilhemina didn't need a lot of words, didn't need a cup of tea or any of those gestures. Her own eyes locking with the supreme was enough, a comforting and reassuring smile that she was right there, that she was there to listen and one hand on her shoulder, was all she needed. And the same thing happened when Wilhemina's condition was particularly rough on her, either the emotional scars reopened due to that and flashbacks of her past clouding her or the pain unbearable . And Cordelia could tell through her posture, the slightly slower cane taps, the stronger grip on said cane. And whenever that happened the supreme was there with as much pain medication, warm comforting baths or reassuring words that Wilhemina needed.

And maybe due to that Cordelia had a feeling the last few days that something was off, she didn't voice them to you as you had been busy as always, working and helping around the academy but she had forgotten about the bond you had to Wilhemina, being her little one. You knew exactly what Mina's expressions or silence meant and you had caught on as well. And so after seeing that Cordelia was busy making dinner already, assuming it must be Mina's favourite from the smell, you opted to help her out a little differently, it being Friday evening and all and meaning she wouldn't need to head to bed as early as usually as the weekend was ahead. You prepared her a bath, adding some lavender bath salts, her favourite as well as some of your magic, wanting to make sure this truly soothes her tired bones.

Additionally, you had prepared some warm towels, some comfortable clothes, her evening medication and some extra painkillers just in case. By the time you make it back downstairs, your two girlfriends are already sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you. ,,Sorry for the wait'' you reassure before they simply give you a reassuring nod. The three of you fall into easy conversation as usually, Wilhemina much more quiet than before but either of you knowing when the pain was especially bad, she would go quiet. ,,Would you like me to run you a bath honey?'' Cordelia asks Wilhemina as the three of you finish eating but before she can respond you cut in. ,,There's already one waiting'' you smile, before getting up to do the dishes, knowing Mina wasn't too fond of these gestures and so you let her go upstairs, Delia helping you with the dishes.

,,That was very kind of you sweetie'' she thanks you and you smile at her, catching her proud eyes how you had read the situation just the way she had. While you get the TV and some tea ready a while later, Cordelia walks upstairs, meaning to check on her lover as it had taken her longer than usual. She finds Wilhemina sitting on the bed slightly, holding onto her cane, her expression pained. But the supreme could tell it was a different kind of pain, not a physical one, her posture much more relaxed than before. ,,Honey?'' the blonde asks gently before stepping closer. ,,What's wrong?'' she asks carefully, kneeling in front of the redhead to take in her features. Wilhemina remains silent, yet her features are filled with guilt and sadness.

,,It's nothing'' the redhead assures but the supreme knew it was a lie, knowing her lover wasn't great at sharing, knowing it took much more than getting you or herself to share. And so with gentle hands and gentle words of encouragement, she manages to slowly get the truth out of the redhead. How she feels like failing you both, how you both had done so much for her and how she could never keep up physically, a conversation they have had many times. And with even gentler words, the supreme takes each one of those voices away, breaking the walls down gently and reassuring that you both love her just for those reasons, that they never want it any other way. By the end of their moment the redhead feels a little better, Cordelia having stitched the wounds of her past yet again, making her believe she was just as worthy and valid as you two.

And so, a while later the three of you find each other in your usual position, Wilhemina this time taking a break from knitting, Cordelia answering some emails and working on some papers while you gently rest your head on Wilhemina's shoulder, making sure not to hurt her back in return. ,,Did the bath help a bit?'' you whisper and her eyes meet yours as she nods, a gentle smile on her lips. ,,It did thank you little one'' she reassures and you nod contently before a smirk plays on her face. ,,What did you put in there?'' and you look away, pretending not to have heard her. ,,Just a little magic'' you wink, causing her to roll her eyes playfully and chuckle lowly, Cordelia watching and listening to the interaction with a smile.

With a whole season changing, your lives hadn't changed all that much, spending it with each other, wrapped in each other's arms and tangled in each other's souls. You had been feeling a little under the weather lately, your insomnia getting the better of you again. And you had tried everything, herbal tea with some potions, some sleeping tablets but nothing seemed to stop the cycling thoughts in your mind and the inability to get some rest. Throughout the days it took all of your strength to focus on your tasks, to focus on conversations and to keep up with life. Now, usually you would have told them, not to worry them but to simply be honest as you had always been but you had been so exhausted that simply talking was too much

Now, of course Cordelia and Wilhemina could both tell, having seen how exhausted and pale you look throughout the day, how you barely manage to keep your eyes open while watching the TV with them, but how yet when you go to bed, you remain awake, often scrolling on your phone for several hours. And they hadn't said anything so far, wanting to wait for the upcoming weekend, knowing together they could soothe your tired soul, finally let you catch up on the sleep you had been missing. ,,Here darling'' Cordelia ushers, handing you a warm cup of tea just before the three of you are heading upstairs. ,,What's that?'' you ask a little confused ,,Just tea darling'' she encourages and you drink it, too tired to argue with her.

After getting yourself ready for bed, you get comfortable in your usual spot, feeling your tired muscles tingling a little but brushing it off. When Wilhemina gets in beside you on the bed, she sits up rather than lying down, resting her back against the headboard of the bed. ,,Would you like me to read to you little one?'' she asks softly and suddenly it makes sense as you glance at Cordelia, that they knew, that she probably had put a little magic in your tea. You simply smile at them both, a grateful one for caring, an apologetic one for not having said anything. And so, Cordelia wraps you in her arms, her fingers softly running through your hair as Wilhemina's low and gentle voice begins reading the words from the page and it takes mere minutes until you are asleep, but the two of them stay right there, prepared to hold you throughout the night, ready to soothe you back to sleep, incase the insomnia returned.

And as the three of you eventually fall asleep in each other's arms, your hearts feel contempt and a true sense of peace and happiness, knowing no matter what was yet to come, you would always have each other's back. If Wilhemina's pain was to return, cutting her deep, Cordelia and you will be right there healing her tired muscles and scars buried deep in the depths of her soul. When the world would seem a little too cruel on Cordelia, reminding her too much of the past or sending too much worry and stress her way, you would see. And when the night would keep you from sleeping again, they will be right there, holding you through the night. As the three of you will and always have been each other's remedy.

[vicky-0933]

Masterlist

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What I will write some kinks but there are some I won’t write… that will be arrange soon.

What I will and not write

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Agatha All Along

Smosh

Resident Evil 8

Abbott Elementary

American Horror Story

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This is short but idk what over fandoms I will do.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Your Mina (Wilhemina Venable x f!Reader)

Synopsis: The world has ended and not just due to the missiles. Your Mina is gone, the cold Ms Venable left in her place. If only you didn't still want her.

Words: 6.3k

Warnings: degradation kink, humiliation kink, mentions of possessiveness, mentions of exhibition, swearing, thigh riding, chocking, jealousy, BDSM themes, objectification

The end of the world hadn’t been what you were expecting. It hadn’t been a slow build to something, climate change not the cause. Missiles, as the news announced, felt so stark and impersonal in the face of the death they wrought. You hadn’t even had the chance to feel the fear or the loss or the anxiety before hands had clasped around your arms and you were being escorted into a massive SUV.

Kicking and screaming brought blank stares, no one bothering to step in. Tears were running down your face but you were hardly the only one. The missiles were on the way and you were just another person facing this overwhelming truth. The world was ending and you were being kidnapped.

You would never get the chance to kiss your girlfriend goodbye.

You were bundled underground, into some kind of bunker built for the rich and powerful. You tried, over and over again, to tell them that they had the wrong person. You weren’t rich. You weren’t powerful. You were nothing and no one.

In a room, questions unanswered, you were left to stew. Firelight licked up the walls, shadows dancing, putting you on edge. You saw no one else, alone, the silence uncaring as you screamed at them to let you go. When the screaming ran out, tears fell down your cheeks. It was beginning to sink in just how alone you truly were. There must be other people in whatever place it was, but your family was gone, your girlfriend, your friends, everyone you’d ever known. They were all gone and you remained.

It was a cruel mistake.

You sunk into a chair eventually, curling up in it. Time was moving but you couldn’t feel it, the numb feeling growing in your chest. Your life had changed and you weren’t sure you wanted it. You wanted your life back or to have perished with everyone you loved. Not whatever this was.

The tears stopped. The numb feeling grew. You stared into the fire, wondering when it would consume your body. At some point, you knew, it would.

You ignored the sound of approaching footsteps. Your chin rested on your knees, arms curled around bent legs, staring at the flames until they were all you could see. No one could make it better. Of that you were sure.

A sharp tap of a cane on the floor had you stiffening. Their cruelty knew no bounds. You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to let any more tears fall. They weren’t going to break you, no matter what this torture was. Maybe you had died and this was hell.

Another sharp tap of the cane so much closer and you half turned your head towards the sound. Your eyes scanned up from shoes hidden under a long dress, a dark cane held in pale hands. Your heart gave a small flutter. The further up, the more familiar the figure standing in the doorway was becoming.

Dark eyes were staring at you from a mask like face. Hair you’d once run your fingers through was pinned up. Lips you knew the taste of were pressed into a thin line. Your mouth grew dry.

“Mina,” you breathed, rising from your seat.

You couldn’t believe it. She was standing there, right in front of you, looking none the worse for wear. She was perfect. Your heart was thudding in your chest, loud in your ears, and she was right there. You could touch her, if you just reached out, because she. Was. Right. There.

“You will call me Ms Venable.” Her voice was so cold.

“But-“

Her hand shot out, open palm striking your skin. You gaped at her, the sting bringing tears to your eyes. She was staring at you, daring you to argue and you didn’t know what was happening. This wasn’t your Mina. Your hand trembled as you raised it, lightly touching the skin that bore her handprint.

“Yes Ms Venable,” you whispered, not even aware you were doing it.

Your eyes focused on your feet, your breathing shallow, the sting of her slap still echoing through your body. The end of the world had taken her from you, but not through death, through transformation. Pushing the tears back once again, you caught your lower lip between your teeth, biting down until the coppery tang of blood bloomed on your tongue.

“Welcome to Outpost Three,” Ms Venable said, and her voice was so familiar it hurt.

“Thank you,” you said.

“As a Purple you’ll be supplied a furnished suite,” she said.

Your eyes flashed up, purple meaning something more than whatever she was suggesting.

“Purple?” you asked.

“One of the elite.” Her voice practically purred and your entire body felt like a live wire, “come.”

You moved on shuffling feet, following behind her as she walked with such confidence. You had no idea when she’d been shown this place. She’d never spoken of it, never even hinted at something like it. All those years together and not once had this ever entered into your life. Until the end of the world.

The end of the world she knew about?

She explained the rules to you, your arms slowly tightening around your body. None of it felt real. None of it was reasonable. You’d stepped into a world where nothing made sense and nothing was okay. Your Mina was gone and yet was also standing right there.

Standing there but different. Your Mina would never wear black, purple the colour she wore at all times. You didn’t like it. She never wore her hair so pinned up, so severe. While you could appreciate how it showed off the long line of her neck and the cut of her jaw, the sway of her hair had been a constant in your life. At least the scent of lavender seemed to cling to her, not quite hidden. Yours gaze slid over her body, finding her more a stranger than was comfortable.

You stepped through the door she indicated into your suite, should brushing against hers. That familiar scent of lavender lingered in the air of the room. You breathed in deeply, eyes slipping closed for a moment, letting yourself imagine for a moment that the world hadn’t changed so drastically. You turned, looking at her, eyes sweeping over someone that once had been as familiar to you as your own reflection.

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“Which part?” Cruelty was the flavour of her voice.

“All of it. I mean, I know about the missiles but why am I here? I’m not anyone,” you asked.

For the first time, something in her eyes seemed to break apart and hastily be put back together again.

“You must have been important to someone in power,” she said, “if you find yourself so inconsequential.”

You looked at her, really looked at her. You’d woken that morning to her already having left the house. There was a vague memory of lips pressed to your forehead before rolling over. There’d been no note, not indication anything was going to be different. You’d slept last night with her warmth beside you, arms around you, breathing in time with one another. Now… now she was so far from the bed you’d once shared and you had no idea how to get back to it.

“I suppose so,” you replied, voice soft, letting her have the out she was looking for, “thank you, Ms Venable.”

She gave you a short nod before turning on her heels and walking away, the tap of her cane lingering long after she was gone.

The closing door was quiet and so was the sigh that passed over your lips. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. The world had ended but Mina was still there with you. But different. Not your Mina. Ms Venable. Not the woman who would come home at the end of the day and slip into the bath with you, but something new. Someone you’d never known before.

You wandered through the suite. It was plush, expensive, nicer than the home you’d shared with Mina. You didn’t know what to do with it. The world had ended and you were living in luxury. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it.

In the large closet, purple stared back at you from every corner. You ran your fingers of the materials, finding that each item was beautiful. Each one was perfect. Someone had put a lot of thought into curating the wardrobe you were to have in the end days. You shook your head, not sure what to do with that information. None of it was making any sense to you.

You were slow to dress and by the time you found your way to the dining room, it looked as if you were the last to join them. Mina was sitting at the head of the table. You couldn’t look at her, not without a wound in your chest opening up again. You felt the weight of the other gazes on you, not looking up from the hands clasped in your lap.

One weighed heavier than the others.

You’d dressed carefully, in the dress you thought shed’d like the most on you. It was soft, delicate, almost romantic. You couldn’t bare facing her only to be met with disdain. It had been a message that you would do what she wished to please her.

You’d keep to whatever role she was placing you in. Just sharing the same space as her would have to be enough in your new reality. You could be perfect for her, if that’s what she needed from you. Even now, when she wasn’t your Mina, you’d still do whatever you could for her.

Thank god your therapist hadn’t survived the end of the world or she’d have a lot to say about that.

You kept your interactions with the other Purples to a minimum. You found them insipid at the best of times, and you craved the attention of only one person in the entire Outpost. Instead, you watched the way she terrorised them. She stalked the halls, doling out discipline as she saw fit, lurking in the shadows just to catch them breaking the rules. The joy she seemed to get from it seemed so different from the woman you’d known on the outside, and yet you’d seen glimmers of it sometimes. On her worst days, mostly.

You didn’t find it any less intriguing, though. You might have been willing to play along with her facade of being nothing but strangers, but you still noticed that left you with less of her attention than the others. It might have been bad attention, but at least it was attention. You craved it, like it was the air you breathed. Where once the weight of her gaze ws comforting and familiar, now it felt exciting in its scarceness.

And then there was Ms Mead. Her right hand, her confidant, her trusted advisor. A kernel of jealousy curled behind your ribs, hissing in your ears that you’d been replaced. That she didn’t need you anymore. That she didn’t want you.

So you decided to do something drastic if only to prove to yourself that you were still burrowed in her heart.

It was slow, not wanting her to catch on before you were ready. You took your time, inching towards the group of Purples day by day until you were sitting with their group, listening to them talk. No one questioned it, no one pointed out you’d spent months ignoring them, now seeking them out.

Gallant was the first to notice your sarcastic comments, muttered under your breath. Catching your eye whenever Coco said something, a shared smile, the sting of friendship was surprisingly painful after months kept to yourself. He would sit beside you, the two of you sharing barbs.

If Mina noticed the change, she didn’t show it.

So you amped it up. You whispered with Mallory in dark corners, you complimented Coco loudly, you shared smiles with Dinah. In short, you did all you could to show her she no longer had your attention either. That you’d moved on. That if she didn’t want you then you weren’t going to sit around waiting for her forever.

Her eyes began to trail you throughout the twisting halls of the outpost.

One more turn of the cog. Standing in your wardrobe, the handpicked clothes for you by the woman who knew you better than anyone, you considered each one with a critical eye. Yes, the one in the far corner, tucked away as if she hadn’t wanted you to find it. That was the one.

The lavender slip dress was silk, so soft against your skin. Clinging to your figure, a cowl neckline and slit up to your thigh, it was sexier than anything else you’d worn, nothing like the Victorian inspired fashion you’d grown used to. But she had left it for you and it felt like a challenge.

You pinned your hair up, not as sever as her, softer, more romantic. You looked in the mirror, doing your best to effect the wide eyed look of innocence you knew you’d need to sell the whole ideal. Give her something to ruin.

You waited, just long enough to know you would be the last to sit down to dinner. Not late, but on the cusp. Stepping into the dining room, it was like a slow wave, faces turning to you, only one looking less than pleased.

You took your usual seat beside Gallant, ignoring the one woman you were trying so hard for. Some eyes were still lingering on you, Coco to be exact, and she looked put out at your appearance.

“Nice dress,” Gallant said, leaning towards you but in the quiet room his voice carried.

“Thank you,” you said, smoothing one hand over your thighs, “I found it in my room and thought why not? No point wasting something so pretty.”

Your eyes looked past him, finding Ms Venable watching you. There was fire in her eyes and you didn’t fail to notice the way her fingers clenched on the head of her cane. With a small smile you turned your face away, looking down at the gelatinous cube on your plate. Hardly your favourite meal but given it was the only one in existence you’d take it.

Your dragged your eyes up again, Coco looking at you with a cocked head. You offered her a wink, smirking at her. It wasn’t so much a feeling as a shift in the atmosphere. A tap of the cane on the ground, your thighs clenching together.

The meal was as unsatisfying as ever. Well, the food was. The eyes that you kept drawing to yourself were not. Arching your back, your neck, letting your fingers trail over your collarbone, laughing softly in Gallant’s ear, letting your teeth sink into your lower lip. You were using all the tricks that had once worked on her. The tricks that also led to you pinned to the mattress moaning her name.

No one said you had to play fair.

Once the meal was over, you slid your arm through Gallant’s, letting your hips sway, not bothering to offer a parting look to the woman who still owned your heart. He escorted you into the library, the infernal song making you purse your lips.

“So tell me,” he murmured under the cover of Coco’s complaints, “who’s benefit is this little number for?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied, smiling at him, letting him know you were lying.

“You do know sex is strictly forbidden,” he said.

“Who said anything about sex?” you laughed, “nothing wrong with being desired.”

“Did you really find this dress in your wardrobe?” he asked.

“Would you believe my answer if I said yes?”

“Not for a moment,” he replied, “but whoever it is, they’re going to find you hard to resist.”

You sat in the corner of the sofa closest to the fire. The light, flickering over your skin, would be temptation in itself. Gallant seated himself beside you, his eyes scanning over the room, most likely trying to ferret out which of the other Purples you were trying to seduce. The woman moving through the room, taking her position with her back to the fire, was ignored by him. You smiled down into your lap before looking up at her. The glare you received in return was nasty.

You only stayed long enough to not raise suspicions. You squeezed Gallant’s shoulder as you left, getting an indulgent smile in return. The air in your room was stale and yet it continued to hold notes of lavender, even so many months later. You sat on your bed, face turned towards the door.

She didn’t leave you waiting long.

The knock on your door was perfunctory. You were slow to rise, wanting her to wait. Pulling the door open you didn’t have the chance to say anything before a hand was curling around your throat and pushing back into the room. Your hand snapped up, fingers curling around the delicate wrist, but you didn’t try to pull it from you. The door closed quietly behind her.

“You have been making a spectacle of yourself,” she said, squeezing.

“And you’ve been enjoying the show,” you shot back, breathless and hoarse.

She snarled, throwing you back. You stumbled, doing your best not to trip over your own feet. She advanced, slow and steady, each tap of the cane making you lose a little more of your breath. Her eyes swept over your body, looking less than impressed with what she found.

“You think too highly of yourself and your little display,” she said.

You took a step into her personal space, feeling her familiar warmth wash over your exposed skin. Her eyes darted down your body again, lingering on your lips for a moment before meeting yours. You pulled those lips up into a smirk, leaning forward.

“And I think you look at me and remember exactly what I sound like when I orgasm on your tongue,” you murmured.

“Insolence,” she growled, “your base desires are nothing of my concern.”

“Once they were only your concern,” you said, stepping back from her, “but I suppose you’re right. Someone else might want that job now.”

“No one will ever have that job,” she hissed.

“Yes yes, I know. No unauthorised sexual intercourse,” you said, rolling your eyes, enjoying the hint of jealousy in her voice.

Your hand slowly skimmed up your body, lingering on one breast. Her eyes zeroed in on it, darkening in a way that felt familiar. You brushed a thumb over a hardening nipple, a little gasp your only response.

“That doesn’t stop me fantasising about you every night with my fingers knuckle deep inside my pussy.”

Her throat bobbled.

“I used to just remember how it was. You, me, our bed or our bath or our kitchen counter,” you said as you pinched your nipple through the silk of your dress, “but then I got creative. Rather than Mina I had Ms Venable. Disciplining me. Tying me up. Bruising me. Choking me. Degrading me. I found I rather liked those fantasies.”

“You disgust me,” she growled.

“Then why are you thinking about using me for your own pleasure?”

Her eyes darkened and you saw her jaw clench. You knew her, better than you knew yourself. She’d never been good at hiding what she wanted from you, especially when what she wanted was you. You made small noise in the back of your throat as you tugged on your nipple, eyes fluttering closed at the shot of pleasure to your core.

A hand curled around your throat again, forcing you backwards until your back hit the wall. You didn’t bother opening your eyes, rolling your nipple, her name a soft exhalation. Lips brushed the shell of your ear and the scent of lavender curled around you.

“You’re nothing but a dirty whore ruled by your own animal instincts,” she growled in your ear.

“Uh huh,” you hummed, her words lighting your blood on fire. She’d never been one for this before, when it was sweet and soft and full of reassurances. You were having fun exploring this side of her.

“Pathetic,” she snarled, “do you really think this will end well for you?”

“I think it’ll end well for you,” you all but gasped, “you know how good I am with my tongue.”

Her fingers tightened around your throat, cutting off your air supply. Your back arched into your own touch, her warmth brushing against your bare skin. Your eyes opened, finding her watching you, teeth biting into her bottom lip. You lent into her hold, eyes focused on that lip, wanting to bite it until you tasted her blood.

“You want me to use you?” she hissed, “would that bring you pleasure?”

You nodded, watching her lips form the words. You could still remember what they felt like against your skin. They curled up into a cruel smirk.

“On your knees, slut.”

With the hand around your neck she forced you down. You looked up at her from under your lashes, tongue dragging along your lower lip. She let you go, stepping back. With careful movements she set her cane aside, sitting on the edge of your bed. She crooked a finger at you.

You crawled across the floor on hands and knees, practically panting at the thought of getting your mouth on her after so many months. She raised her foot, pressing it against your shoulder, holding you back, heel digging in painfully.

“You think you deserve to touch me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I do,” you said, not even having to think about, “name one person who knows your body better than me. Name someone who can make you feel as good as I can.”

“Whose to say I haven’t found someone here?” she asked. That same jealousy curled in your gut, whispering in your ear, telling you Ms Mead had replaced you. She didn’t need you.

“Let me prove it,” you begged, surprised by how much you needed it.

“And what have you done to earn the honour?” she asked, “you choose to debase yourself in front of me. You flaunt your body as if that will impress me. You associate with degenerates and air heads. You are nothing and you will never amount to more than nothing.”

“Please,” you breathed, “please let me do this for you.”

Her foot dropped from your shoulder. You crawled forward again, unhindered. You stopped between her feet, dragging your eyes up her body. She was staring down at you, those dark eyes unimpressed but so intent on you.

Your hands skimmed up her calves, finding bare skin under your fingers. You pushed her skirt up, admiring the line of her leg. Your brought your lips to her right leg, finally touching her soft skin, tongue darting out to taste her. So familiar and yet so different.

“Hurry this up,” she growled, “I have places to be.”

“Yes, Ms Venable,” you said, lips brushing her skin.

Her legs parted further, giving you room to continue your exploration up her legs. She was still watching you, hands resting on your comforter, eyes darkening as your fingers slid over her knees. Your nose skimmed along her inner thigh before your breath caught.

Mina had always splurged on nice lingerie. It had been one of those things you’d loved. Silk and lace and satin. Always in shades of purple. She seemed to get a kick out of each new one revealed to you, the way your eyes would widen before you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her. She planned it to perfection, each reveal making your head spin and desire pool between your legs.

If you’d considered the opportunity for lingerie in the Outpost, it was usually drawn from your imagination, your desire of what you’d like to see Mina in. In reality, you expected something functional, perfunctory, much like you’d found in your own wardrobe. Functional over aesthetic. Basic and simple, serving a purpose beyond stoking desire.

What you hadn’t expected was for her to forego underwear altogether.

Right there, easily accessible, her centre was glistening in the firelight. Fingers tangled in your hair, tugging until a sharp pain in your skull caught your attention. You tipped your head back, finding her staring at you.

“Problem?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her act of indifference might have worked better if you couldn’t see the effect you’d already had on her. Her fingers tightened in your hair again, pulling past the point of pleasure.

“No, Ms Venable,” you replied, lowering your eyes back to her pretty pussy.

The hand on the back of your head forced you forward, headfirst where she wanted you most.

“Then get to work. Prove to me you’re the best slut I have on offer.”

Your tongue darted out, licking through her folds. The fingers in your hair tightened again. You did it again, revelling in her taste. You’d missed it, more than you’d realised. You hummed, eyes closing as you treasured the moment, tongue delving deeper. You wanted her taste on your tongue forever.

When you ghosted over her clit her fingers clenched. You did it again, wanting to feel the pull. The sharp pain was making your legs feel like jelly. You hadn’t thought that would be something you liked, but then you hadn’t thought you’d like this new Mina before you’d met her. But she was fun, opening up a whole new world of exploration for you.

You let your lips wrap around it, slow to suck. She forced your head harder against her, grinding against you. Your tongue flicked out, determined to hear her moan. The sound of it haunted your dreams. You craved it. You yearned for it. It would fulfil your dreams.

She kept silent.

Your arms hooked around her thighs, keeping them open as you pressed closer in. Your tongue lapped at her, circling her bundle of nerves, feeling her hips rise to meet you. You hummed again, tongue thrusting into her. Her legs pressed in, ignoring your hold on them, contracting around your head.

“Fucking whore,” she hissed, “so desperate for me. It’s pitiful. You disgust me.”

You tried to plunge further in, wanting her to feel you. Your nose bumped against her clit. She forced your head forward, grinding against you, uncaring of how you might be feeling. Your tongue was working hard, thrusting into her, setting a pace that you weren’t sure you could keep up. You looked up, watching the way her face contorted in pleasure. Her lips fell open in a silent moan, eyes closing. You stroked at her internal walls.

“I’m sure I’m your favourite taste. You’d stay there on your knees all day if I’d let you lick at me like a desperate little whore. Would you service me whenever I asked?” You knew you would.

You pulled your tongue from within her, wrapping your lips around her clit. You prised your fingers from her thigh, replacing your tongue, pushing them in until you could curl them, finding the place within her you knew so well.

She moaned.

“Maybe I should take you with me to dinner, have you feed under the table, at my feet as you deserve. Or would you rather eat from me instead? Let the rest of them know what a desperate little slut you are.”

You pressed your thighs together. Your fingers were slow as they pumped inside her, stroking and curling, twisting in a way you’d found she’d liked so much so many months before when the world was still the one you knew. You were sucking on her clit, her fingers pressing you harder, grinding hard against your tongue. The thigh you still held was beginning to tremble and her words were becoming breathy.

“Or maybe I should have you laid out on the table, touching yourself through dinner, let everyone see the control I have over you. Debase yourself in front of them. Show your shame to them all. Remind them you’re nothing but a dirty whore who earned her place here with her body, not through worthwhile means.”

You whined. Her laugh was breathless, fingers in your hair tightening. you could feel your own arousal beginning to drip down your thigh, her words only spurring you on. You wanted all of it, everything she was describing. You wanted her claiming you in front of them. You wanted to debase yourself, her words controlling you, begging her for release for everyone to hear. She owned you, body and soul, and it had taken the end of the world for you to realise how true that was.

“Even Coco is more worthy of her spot here. All you have is your body. Nothing but an object for my pleasure.”

You stroked the spot within her you’d always been able to find in conjuncture with a sharp suck to her clit. Her head fell back, hips jumping forward. Her thighs were squeezing your head, hands forcing you against her. It was hard to breathe but it was unimportant to you, her rising pleasure all that mattered.

“Look best on your knees,” she panted, “desperate to please. Willing to debase yourself, making a spectacle of yourself, demeaning yourself. Think you can please me. Think I’ll like seeing you giving into your animalistic urges. So… So… pathetic.”

She groaned as her internal muscles clenched around your fingers. She was keeping you pinned against her pulsing core, riding your face as hard as she could. With your tongue tasting her, you wondered if she’d cum since the end of the world or if this was the first time in all those months.

Her breath was slow to even out. Your fingers slid from her, your tongue dragging over the skin of your palm to clean yourself up, not wanting to miss a drop of her.

She dragged you up, your knees screaming from being pressed against the stone ground for so long. She ignored your whimper, lips crashing against yours. Her tongue was in your mouth, almost lazy as she stole your breath, giving you what you’d been yearning for since entering the Outpost. It was like kissing your Mina again. Her other hand was pulling up your skirt, fingers skimming your skin, making you whine into her mouth.

With probing fingers she discovered you’d also forgone underwear, bare under her touch. She made a noise, drawing back from the kiss, a look of affected disgust crossing over her face. Her finger ghosted through your folds, lingering on your clit. Your breath froze in your lungs, hips stuttering towards her. She guided you down onto her still bare thigh, bare cunt against her skin.

She curled her lip, watching the way your lips sunk into your bottom lip. The feel of her against you was almost too much. Your hips rocked, a tiny movement that would have been unnoticeable if she hadn’t been watching you so intently.

Her hands grasped your hips, tight enough to leave bruises, keeping you still. You whined again, eyes begging her to let you move. You were dripping with need, her thigh already slick from your arousal. The curl of her lip was undercut by the gleam in her eye, self satisfied and interested in you.

“You disgust me,” she said, “nothing but your base urges motivating you.”

“Ms Venable,” you whined, “please.”

It was torture, being held like that, pressure on your clit but held still. Your breathing was erratic, need filling your veins. Her eyes swept over you, considering you, finding you wanting.

“Go on then,” she said, turning her eyes away from you as if she didn’t care, “rut like the animal you are.”

No matter how much disinterest she tried to affect, her hands were the ones guiding you against her thigh, tensing underneath you. Your head fell back, moaning loudly, wanting her to hear how much she still effected you. She was setting a tortuous pace, your clit slowly dragging over her skin. You were whimpering, trying to catch her eye again, wanting her to see how desperate you were.

Your hips rocked faster, harder, grinding down against her. She was slow to turn her gaze back to you, sweeping over your undulating body again. Her name mingled with pleas and thanks was all that fell from your lips. She snarled at you, only flooding you with more heat. You liked how she degraded you, even as she gave you the pleasure you were so desperate for.

Her fingers grasped your chin as your head began to tip back again, forcing you to look down at her. You moaned, staring in her eyes as your hips ground down, seeking out more pleasure. She growled, pressing her thigh up harder. You wanted to bury your fingers in her hair, feel the silky strands against your skin, pull the pins out so they’d tumble down her back. You wanted to kiss her deeply, burying your moans in her mouth. You wanted her to watch you come undone.

You made a small noise in the back of your throat, breathy and throaty, a half whine. Her eyes were watching you, lips pressed together, a flush high on her cheekbones, barely visible in the firelight. You were rocking against her, chasing your high, the spring tightening within you. Your fingers clenched around nothing, not knowing if you could touch her, muscles straining to the point of trembling.

“Aren’t you done yet?” she drawled.

Your breath caught, body tensing above her, your orgasm crashing into you. Wave after wave moved through you, her name sweet nectar on your tongue as you cried it. A smirk settled on her face, eyes practically smouldering, fingers tightening on your hips again. Your head fell forward, seeking out her lips.

She allowed you to kiss her, surprisingly soft. Her tongue stroked against yours and despite the fact your heart was still beating double time from your orgasm, heat stoked in your lower stomach again. You sunk your teeth into her lip, giving in to your impulse. A hand pressed between your shoulder blades, forcing you against her body. Soft supple curves pressed against yours, the rough fabric of her dress scraping your skin.

The kiss softened again, more reminiscent of times long since gone. You sighed into her mouth, hands finally landing on her shoulder, thumb brushing against her pulse point. With strength that had always surprised you, she lifted you from her thigh, laying you back on the bed. Her hands skimmed down your body, featherlight until you were thrumming under her fingers.

“I must admit,” she murmured against your lips, “I have missed you.”

“Really?” you asked, drawing back just far enough to see her properly.

“You are the owner of my heart, little one. Holding back from having you has been torture,” she said, fingers stroking through your hair, pulling leftover pins from it.

“Then why were you?” you asked, wondering how long you’d have your Mina back.

“Maintaining distance was necessary. I could smuggle you in but once here I couldn’t show any such favouritism. Not if I wished to remain in charge, unquestioned and complete,” she said, “and you made it so incredibly difficult, little one. I felt those beautiful eyes watching me, looking so lost and hurt. All I wanted was to take that hurt away.”

“I just didn’t understand how I’d lost you. The end of the world and you were there but you weren’t and I had no one.”

Her fingers were still running through your hair, comforting and soft. Her other arm curled around your waist, rolling until she was lying on the bed, holding you close. You rested your head on her shoulder, pressing yourself to her with a level of neediness you didn’t usually feel around her. After months without, you needed it more than you needed air.

“So now what?” you asked her.

“What do you mean?” she asked, lips brushing your hairline.

“We just had unauthorised sex,” you said, “am I going to be shot?”

“Of course not.” She stiffened and you could hear the horror in her voice, “I authorised it. I am the leader of Outpost Three, after all.”

“Yeah, that whole thing has definitely awoken something in me,” you said.

Her soft chuckle vibrated through her chest, passing into yours. You pressed closer, legs tangling together, uncaring of the arousal that still coated both of your skin. Her lips pressed to your forehead.

“I noticed, little one,” she said, “perhaps next time I’ll tie you up and tease you until you think you’re going mad.”

Your shaky exhalation earned you another kiss, soft and lingering, a promise for you to cash in.

“In public we shall remain as always. The leader and a Purple. Behind closed doors, we shall be us again,” she said, “if that’s agreeable to you?”

“I’ll take whatever I can get of you,” you replied, “you’re my world and I’ve missed you so much.”

Your name was sweet on her tongue, a soft sigh, a small smile. You lent up, kissing her until she was melting beneath your touch. You felt liquid, dreamlike, you hopes coming true right in front of you.

“I love you,” you muttered against her lips.

She rolled you, hovering above you, staring down with those dark eyes. Firelight danced across her skin and she’d never looked so beautiful to you.

“I love you too, little one,” she said, before kissing you once again.

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Hi :) i love your writing and was hoping you could do one wear Cordelia finds out y/n is sh on her thigh? Or something <3

— my love, mine all mine

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1500

warnings: self harm & depression

note: i got this request during my break so it’s a little old but i still wanted to write it cause it fits with my life right now!!!

You stared blankly at your bloody thigh in front of you. With the blade still grasped in your hand you tried to breathe in, and hold for five seconds, and then let it all out. It would help they told you. It would take away the misery until you didn't feel like hurting yourself anymore.

But you laughed a little as you watched the blood drip. It felt good and that was the worst part. You wanted to keep going. You almost did. You wanted the thoughts to shut up for a minute. But right as the blade lightly touched your flesh, there was a knock at the door.

And it snapped you out of it for a minute. Really, how long were you sitting on the cold bathroom floor for? Had anyone really noticed your absence or do they just need to get into the bathroom?

"Mhm?" You hummed, shaky but nonetheless clear.

"Are you okay, darling? You disappeared on me." Right as you heard that sweet familiar voice, you bounced off of the floor. Frantically, you grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to the broken skin after hiding the blade in the back of the cabinet.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be out in a minute."

Cordelia didn't know about what was going on. Of course, she knows you struggle with mental health, but she'd hadn't yet found out about your legs. And you weren't planning on telling her.

By the way that you spoke, she felt like something was wrong. And, naturally, she wouldn't back down. She needed to help you with whatever was wrong.

"Can I come in?" She jiggled the doorknob but it was locked. You don't ever lock doors.

The blood leaked through the thin tissue and you cursed under your breath. You couldn't clean up with a wash cloth right now. You wouldn't have enough time to hide the evidence.

You looked up at the door and your blood ran cold. Answer her! You have to answer her before she comes in!

You pulled your sweatpants back up and flushed away the bloody tissues down the toilet so she couldn’t see them in the trash. "I'm coming," you said, and at this point, you were out of breath from the verge of a panic attack.

You opened the door and Cordelia's eyes widened. You were clearly frantic and you tried so hard to not cringe at the feeling of your pants rubbing against your raw cuts.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, but now she's more suspicious. You just nod your head and walk right by her. She follows you as you throw yourself on the bed.

Something doesn't feel right to her, but she tries to make it better by laying beside you and kissing you. You started to giggle looking over at her and for a moment, you completely forget about everything that just happened. She does too.

It isn't until she looks down that her eyes widen. And you're always so cautious about getting caught that your heart immediately drops.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks, and sits up. You sit up too, and that's when you notice the patch of crimson on your thigh. Of course you'd just happen to be wearing grey sweatpants.

"Shit," you angrily curse, and start to get up off the bed. "I'm not sure. I'll go check it out though."

You try to head towards the bathroom but Cordelia grabs your arm so you can't move. You're fucked and you know it. "No, y/n. Why are you bleeding? Do not lie to me."

You always want Cordelia when you're injured or sick, so it was unusual for you to go run off. And after you acting strange in the bathroom, she was starting to think that she knew what is going on.

"I'm not lying, Cordelia! Are you serious right now?" Your voice raised slightly, going into a defensive mode, but Cordelia was quick to calm you.

"Hey, shh, shh. None of that. Just be honest with me, sweetie, i'm not mad." She reached up and cupped your cheek. Your lip started to tremble and you couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears. You couldn't bring yourself to tell her. "Are you hurting yourself?" She asks gently.

All you do is nod, and the waterworks stream heavier down your face. You simply shatter and Cordelia wraps her arms around you like she's trying to hold every piece of you together. "Oh, my baby. Okay, shh. It’s okay," the blonde cooes in your ear, rubbing calming circles into your back.

Her warm arms and floral scent keeps you grounded. You feel safe. Maybe it is okay.  "Do you want to talk about it, my lovely? Or no?"

You shake your head. You're too tired, and you don't feel like explaining everything. It's too much, too heavy, and you feel too weak.

"Okay. That's okay. Can I at least clean them for you? I don't want my girl getting an infection."

For once you speak up a quiet, "yes that's okay," and it hurts but you know that you’re being too nonresponsive already and you feel like a lot of work right now.

Cordelia grabs your hand and brings you back into the bathroom. She waits for your permission with her fingers resting on the waistband of your sweatpants. She'd wait here forever until you were ready. But you feel like you’ve already wasted so much of her time.

You nod your head and then Cordelia starts to slide your pants down your legs and you want her to stop. You want to take your permission back but you can't seem to talk. You can't seem to do anything and, god, you feel like you can't even breathe.

She doesn't gasp when she sees your bloody thigh. Her face doesn't contort into disgust. She looks so soft and gentle and you wonder how someone could be so pure enough to love someone like you.

She lifts you onto the bathroom counter. You don't even notice that you moved at first.

And even as Cordelia was looking straight at the bloody cuts, you still felt the need to lie and tell her that you weren't hurting actually yourself. It didn't feel real. Almost like you were shoved into another persons body with all of these scars and hurt on it.

You notice Cordelia looking at your whole thigh, how she can see all the old scars there. It hurts the most for her to see recent ones. Ones she can tell have been from the past weeks, even days, and she had absolutely no clue about it until now.

"I want you to tell me, my love," she says, so softly, and smiles gently too like she's not talking about you hurting yourself. "Okay? Whenever you feel like this, come to me, baby."

You nod simply, like it's the easiest task in the world. But you're not sure that you'll be able to even do that. You can see the pain and worry on Cordelia's face beneath that smile, and you don't want to hurt her anymore.

She grabs your hand, holds it there tightly. She knows you always like to hold it when you're upset or nervous, or even when you get shots at the doctors. She doesn't need to tell you that you're allowed to squeeze it; you already know you can.

Cordelia dabs away the blood with a wet cloth. It sends a sting throughout your entire body. You squeeze her hand and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. All Cordelia can say is, "I know, I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm almost done." And you wonder why she's apologizing. I did this. I brought this on myself. It's my fault.

Cordelia gently applies some antiseptic to your cuts and then she adds some band-aids on top. They're not the boring tan ones either. They're colorful and it even puts a smile on your face because it's such a Cordelia thing to do.

"There we go. All better," she says, as if cutting yourself wasn't the scariest thing in the world for her. But right now it is all better. You're bandaged up and Cordelia is holding your hand and smiling at you. Right now you don't hurt as much.

She leans forward and places a kiss on your nose. You crinkle it up and giggle at her. "You're so pretty, ya know." And it's not a question. She's not asking if you know that you're pretty. Because she knows that you really don't think you are. Especially not like this. But it doesn't matter right now. She just needs you to know that she thinks it so then it has to be true.

You're gonna cry again because your heart feels so tender, but then Cordelia is talking again and you get lost away in her voice. "How about we go have some hot cocoa by the fire? You feel like a little icicle." She says it like nothing has changed. Like she hadn't just found out that you're really a danger to yourself.

And you nod because you're still the same person you were to her thirty minutes ago. You still love cuddling her by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate that she made you. That hasn't changed, neither has her love for you.

[camillelespanayesbtch]

✨Sarah Paulson Masterlist✨

!!!NO MINORS!!! 18+

Diane Sherman: Eyes boring a way through me Paralyze, controlling completely

Diane Sherman: Co-com-comparison is killing me slowly...And I’m so sick of myself, rather be, rather be. Anyone, anyone else

Diane Sherman, Ally Mayfair: We're Making Reasons To Destroy Our Believing. I See You Looking At Me, and Now I Don't Know Who To Believe

Diane Sherman: Pick Your Poison

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Billie Dean Howard: Strangers to Friends, Friends into Lovers, and Strangers Again P1, P2

Billie Dean Howard: Maybe You'll Start Slipping Slowly And Find Me Again

Wilhemina Venable, Billie Dean Howard: I see darkness in you

Billie Dean Howard, Audrey Tindall: Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine

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Wilhemina Venable: You stalker, watcher, psychopath (There's only one Wilhemina Fucking Venable)

Wilhemina Venable: Think About Your Hero, When You’re At Ground Zero

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

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Sally McKenna: Hate To See Your Heart Break

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Xandra Terrell: There Is Something About The Way You Are That Makes Me (Sigh)

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Audrey Tindall: You're The Next Drew Barry, And I Want More

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Alice Macray: I Pray For Forgiveness You Can't Grant Me.

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Mildred Ratched: I Wanna Be Your Bubblegum Bitch

More on my AO3: TindallsGal

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Wilhemina Venable X Cordelia Goode: I brought you daffodils on a pretty string, but they won't flower like they did last spring.

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[deliasbabe]

Take Me Back To Eden- Venable x Reader- Chapter 1

I feel bad that I haven't given you updates to my other stories, so here's the first chapter to a fic I've been working on for over a year (it's going to be like 35 chapters long, so bear with me plz).

(Also I know this is my second fic with this song title, let me have it)

Enjoy!

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual acts, language, blatant misogony, mentions of drugs and drug use. I think that's it????

You should’ve won.

It was a bet, a stupid bet to make your coworkers shut the fuck up about your boss. You were good at pool, you thought you had it in the bag, and you did, right up until your opponent bumped the table during your shot, and you sunk the 8-ball. You accused him of cheating, he accused you of being too much of a pussy to hold up your end of the bargain. A deal’s a deal.

It was some kind of twisted fate that the object of your disagreement would walk through the door only a few moments later, a scowl on her face as she spotted you all, brushing past the lot of you and sitting down at the bar.

“Look who it is.” Your coworker, Nate, laughed, “Time to pony up, princess”

You rolled your eyes, “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

“For you or her?” Another, Scott, asked.

“You haven’t been on the receiving end of Venable’s wrath yet,” Nate said, “But you’re about to.”

“Not likely.” You sneered, “I’m not stupid enough to code the firmware update in java instead of python, unlike some people.”

“I was a rookie.” Nate scoffed, “You’ve made it two years without being on the receiving end, it’s time you get baptized.”

You could hear the murmurs of the other men, a quiet chant.

One of us, one of us…

“Maybe because I’m actually competent.” You fired back.

“Well, competent or not, nothing is going to save you from this.” Scott chuckled, “Might as well rip off the band aid and get’er done.”

Oh yeah, you were definitely about to be fired.

“Who knows, maybe she’s really into the bosses sleeping with their assistant’s thing. Might feed her fantasy.” Nate joked.

“Or yours.” You spit.

“Listen, as hot as lesbians are, if I ever start fantasizing about Venable getting her rocks off, please shoot me in the head.” Nate said seriously.

You downed your drink and turned on your heel, willing to do just about anything to get away from the current conversation. You knew what you had signed up for when you took this job, a staff of 95% men, all of whom hadn’t fucked a girl in at least 10 years and were proud members of the boy’s club, but you still didn’t want to subject yourself to their blatant misogyny any more than you had to.

Obviously, you weren’t going to do it. It was cruel and unnecessary, but you knew your colleagues well enough to understand that it had to at least be believable. You walked up next to her, making sure you were facing the group so they couldn’t see her face.

The bartender looked over at you, “Another round?”

“Yea, same thing.” You said, nodding in Venables direction, “And put whatever she’s having on my tab.”

Venable turned and glared at you, but you ignored it.

“Just this round?” The bartender asked.

“All of it.” You said, shaking your head, it was the least you could do after what you were about to put her through.

“Well, I guess it’s payment for forcing me to witness you traipsing around with those men like a whore.” Venable sneered.

“That’s a funny way of saying thank you.” You laughed, “There’s nothing wrong with grabbing a few drinks with colleagues. You should try it sometime.”

Venable scoffed, bringing her martini to her lips, “Workplace relationships are forbidden.”

You smirked, “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not into men.”

Venable sputtered around the rim of her glass; eyes wide as she choked on the burning liquid. You reached for your new drink, taking a sip as you winked at her and walked away.

“What happened?” Nate asked, “It sure didn’t take long.”

“Nothing, yet.” You said, “I walked away before she could give me an answer.”

“But the dare…” Scott interjected, but you were quick to cut him off.

“The dare was to ask her on a date, which I did.” You retorted, “No one said anything about her giving me an answer.”

“But she has to give you an answer, that’s how this works.” Nate said, and you shushed him.

“Cool your jets.” You groaned, “Getting someone to agree to a date is more like a game of chess than checkers. Good things take time.”

Nate and Scott laughed, “You are so getting fired on Monday.”

“Don’t I know it.” You mumbled over the rim of your glass.

In typical Venable fashion, you didn’t have to sit with it for long, a sticky note taped to your monitor on Monday morning for an eleven o’clock meeting. Working under Venable for as long as you had, you knew her habits. Meetings with clients were always first thing in the morning, before Jeff and Mutt had enough time to sniff themselves into a stupor. Staff meetings were after scheduled hours or during lunch, unpaid, of course. The eleven o’clock time slot lived in infamy, it was right before lunch, giving you just enough time to pack your things and do the walk of shame as everyone walked back through the doors. Clearly a genius move, or one of an absolute psychopath.

“What the fuck was that?” Venable sneered before you were even able to fully shut the door.

You pushed the door the rest of the way closed, “What was what?”

“At the bar.” Venable said, rolling her eyes, “Don’t tell me the alcohol killed what little brain cells you have left. I should fire you for speaking to me that way.”

You shrugged, “So fire me.”

Venable sighed, her words biting, “I don’t want to fire you. I want an explanation.”

That was a lie, she absolutely wanted to fire you, and she probably would have, if you hadn’t overheard that Jeff and Mutt were considering placing her on a firing freeze. She had hit an all-time record, canning 17 employees in the span of two weeks, and now she was doing damage control. But she didn’t know that you knew, and you weren’t going to let her figure that out. A loss of control was seen as weakness to Venable, and if she found out that you knew, nothing Jeff and Mutt could bring down would stop her from getting rid of you.

You shook your head, “It’s better if you don’t know.”

Venable grit her teeth, her nails digging into the soft wood of her desk, “I asked a question, I expect an answer.”

You threw your hands up, “I lost a game of pool.”

Venable cocked her head, very slightly, and chewed on her words, “You… lost a game of pool?”

“Yes.” You said, hoping if you danced around the topic enough, she would eventually get bored and leave it alone, or just assume you were too stupid to get any viable information out of.

Venable’s eyes raked over you, before zeroing in on some invisible crack in your armor, “And?”

“And?” You asked, trying to play dumb.

“I assume there’s more to the story, given the way your feet are dancing like you’re stepping on red hot coals.” Venable said, eyes following yours towards your feet, “Spit it out. I don’t have all day.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “We bet on the game. I lost the game, so I had to hold up my end of the deal.”

“Which was?” Venable asked, growing tired of your antics.

You sighed, “To ask you on a date.”

Venable cocked her head to the side, studying you for a moment, “You didn’t ask me on a date.” You nodded, “So then you didn’t hold up your end of the deal.”

You nodded again. “I’m not going to ask someone out for a dare, its cruel and juvenile. I just needed them,” You said, motioning to the row of desks opposite the frosted glass walls, “To think I did.”

“You risked your job,” Venable sneered, “For a childish dare?”

“Actually,” You began, cocking your head and smirking, “I risked my job so I wouldn’t have to do the dare. Men are stupid, and extremely gullible.”

Venable’s eyes narrowed, “Why would they dare you to ask me out?”

You rolled your eyes, “Because they’re intimidated by strong women, and they wanted to humiliate you.”

She pursed her lips, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“It isn’t flattery,” you chuckled, “You scare the shit out of them.” Venable tried her best to fight the smirk on her lips, but you still caught it, and you thought you should get out while you were ahead, “Now, am I fired, or can I get back to work?”

Venable looked confused, “I haven’t assigned you anything.”

“Jeff and Mutt want me to work on their “super-secret project”. ” You said, rolling your eyes and making air quotes with your fingers, “I have to go through security clearances.”

“Why would they need you?” Venable asked, her voice dripping in condescension. While it wasn’t unusual for Jeff and Mutt to borrow her employees, it wasn’t typical to borrow assistants, and certainly not on a project so secret that even she was being kept out of the loop.

You shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Very well. You are excused.” Venable said, her face setting. “And Y/n?” You turned, looking back at your boss, “Don’t let it happen again. Next time, you’ll be lucky to be a dishwasher at McDonalds.”

You smirked, “McDonalds doesn’t have a dishwasher, but I get the sentiment.”

Venable rolled her eyes as you shut the door, cursing Jeff and Mutt for putting her in this position. Had she been able to do what she wanted, you never would have felt comfortable enough to make such a statement, let alone challenge her. She didn’t have too much time to dwell on it, the most recent delivery of a certain white substance being delivered straight to her office, and she knew the boys were already itching to reup on their dose.

“The woman of the hour!” Jeff yelled, fist pumping the air as he spotted the giant jar firmly planted in her arm, “Have I told you I loved you lately?”

“Save it.” Venable sneered, dodging his grabby hands and keeping the cocaine just out of reach, “What’s going on with this secret project?”

“Nothing you need to worry your fiery little head with.” Mutt said, “Just know it’s going, full steam ahead.”

“How can I manage it if I don’t know what it is?” Venable asked.

“You aren’t managing it.” Jeff said, “We are.”

“You two,” Venable said carefully, “Are managing it, all on your own?”

Mutt laughed, “Yeah, it’s going to be fucking sick.”

“So why are you stealing my employee?” Venable asked, the two engineers sharing glances.

“We need her skillset.” Mutt finally answered, obviously dragging his feet.

“She’s an assistant.” Venable stated.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, “She’s also an engineer, and she’s not bad to look at.”

Venable scoffed, “You’re stealing my employee because she’s attractive?”

“No, were stealing her because we need her brain.” Mutt said, “The fact that she’s a babe is just a bonus.”

“So, you aren’t going to tell me anything?” Venable asked, Jeff and Mutt staring back at her.

“It’s not that we want to not tell you anything, we just can’t.” Jeff offered apologetically, conveniently reaching for the cocaine at the same time with pleading eyes.

Venable huffed, swinging the cocaine out of his reach at the last second, and placing it on the farthest table as she stomped out of the room, ignoring the string of apologies from her bosses. This just wouldn’t do. She had always been in the loop, from day one. Those idiots couldn’t be trusted to run an entire project by themselves, they could barely remember their own addresses. Quite literally, Venable was the one who had to give the addresses to their cab drivers because they were too blitzed to form a coherent thought.  She sat and she stewed for the remainder of the day, before she settled on a plan. She was tired of being on the outs, she needed to regain her power.

When you got the message on teams, you worried she had changed her mind, and you felt your palms begin to sweat.

My office. Now.

You trudged past your coworkers and towards her office, Nate and Scott snickering behind you.

“Someone’s in trouble.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but feel like they were right. She was playing with you, the same way she did to every other employee, making you feel safe and then yanking the carpet out from beneath you. Still, you opened the door and stepped into her den, her eyes flicking over you for only a second, “Close the door.”

You shut the door behind you, asking hesitantly, “What can I do for you, Miss Venable?”

Venable didn’t even look up, “It’s more so what I can do for you.”

“Pardon?” You asked, unsure of the direction this conversation was heading, and there was no way you could prepare for the words about to leave her mouth.

“I’ll speak in plain terms so that you understand.” Venable sneered, “I’ll let you fulfill your little dare, and in turn, you give me information on whatever it is that Jeff and Mutt are stealing you for.”

“The project?” You asked, your head spinning.

Venable sighed, glaring at you, “Is there anything else they are stealing you for?”

“No?” You said, shaking your head, “But why would you need me to gather information?”

Venable rolled her eyes, “Jeff and Mutt have decided they will be handling it themselves; they don’t want a grownup’s help. I need to make sure they don’t royally fuck it up. I’ve spent far too long building a reputation for this company, I don’t need them snorting it away. Now do we have a deal, or will you be looking for a new position?”

You shook your head, still unable to process what she was asking of you, “You do realize they’re only doing this so they can make fun of you, right?”

Venable arched a brow, “I’ve never cared about men’s opinions before. Why start now?”

“Yea, but, those coconut heads design sex robots.” You tried again, “For all I know, they could want me to code for a doll that gives head.”

Venable stared at you, clearly annoyed with the conversation, “You have a week to gather as much information as you can. That will be all.”

You stared at her as she refocused on her work, completely ignoring your lingering presence, before you shook your head incredulously, “Ok.”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you left her office, beelining straight for Nate’s desk and whispering in his ear, “Just to be clear, you’re my bitch now.”

[honeysorwell]

Two hearts can fix everything 

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1,3k

Tag list: @paulsonix​​ @d14n4ol​​ @harknspet​ @strawberryshorttcakkee and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Summary: Wilhemina Venable. A strange name, but one that has never caused a stir in the redhead's life. However, when a new coffee shop opens near Kineros Robotics, her unusual name is what brings Wilhemina and Y/N together. Charmed by Y/N's sweet smile, Wilhemina doesn't have the courage to correct the barista when she spells her name wrong every time the redhead orders a coffee and, as time goes by, a feeling grows in Wilhemina's heart and she is tempted to almost add an I and an L to her register.

But one day, this little misunderstanding has to end.

A/N: Hello! i'm back with something new! 

fuck… I miss good fanfiction, so I got inspired and finally fell ok with writing again for this social network after all this time, and nothing better than writing about this pretty redhead who lives in our hearts... 

I have in mind five chapters to this fanfic (to be really specific), but if you all like this I can extend the fanfic to 7 or 8 chapters, just like I did with (a very unprofessional) game changer . 

As I said last time, English is not my first language so something might sound strange, but as always, I did my best.

Anyway this is basically a coffee shop au (mix w 5 times +1) were the cute barista keeps misspelling the other persons name but it's been too long now so the person don't even know how to tell them that without it being 100% awkward BUT happy ending included! And they are cute!! 

Enjoy!

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 1

The first time that it happened, Wilhemina was supposed to go home after a really long day of work, because she couldn't be more irritated on a Monday. Jeff and Mutt started the week smelling like cheap booze and both extremely tipsy, stumbling between the rooms of Kineros Robotics while laughing for no reason at all. Even though the redhead knows that their brains are absolutely useless for anything, she still finds herself getting irritated by their lack of professionalism. And this irritability gives her a headache right away.

The redhead took an antibiotic for the pain, even though her back wasn't bothering her, silently and uselessly wishing that the relaxing medicinal effect would be directed at the throbbing pain in the middle of her forehead. Her primary instinct is to simply get into her car and go home, but as she leaves the building where she works, a sign shines in the sunset across the street and consequently catches Wilhemina's attention.

The sign had been ready for a few days now, full of green plants and eye-catching flowers to the point that the redhead believed it was a flower shop. But now it is clear, thanks to the colorful and festive letters that basically scream “Gardenhouse Coffee”, that it is a coffee shop.

And the redhead simply knows that she will not like it there.

Wilhemina can see, just through the ornate glass of the colored windows, that this is not the kind of place she frequents. It is a mix of shades of green, yellow, purple, pink and blue that contaminate the redhead's vision. She knows that she cannot call it ugly, because even though it is confusing it does not seem ugly. It is just not for her. Definitely not for her.

But when the redhead's headache worsens, as a reminder of her current situation, Wilhemina imagines that, perhaps, there is no harm in visiting the place. After all, the cause of her headache could be the lack of coffee in her day. It made sense since she did not drink coffee in the morning and also did not stop her work for it at any time during the day.

And suddenly, getting rid of this pain quickly turns out so important to Venable that she crosses the street and enters the coffee shop right away.

The inside is not as bad as the facade. There are wooden tables with several plants in different colors, but with green and brown staying everything seems to make more sense. The place is busy, but everyone is already seated at their respective tables and engaged in parallel conversations, and knowing that she doesn't have to wait for anyone to place her order or stand under the gaze of strangers while waiting for a measly coffee makes Wilhemina calmer.

The coffee shop is not as small as Wilhemina imagined looking from the outside, and part of the redhead is surprised to discover that only one woman works there. She wears a light brown apron with some plants printed on it, as well as the name of the coffee shop and a name tag.

Y/N.

The name is written clearly, in a size acceptable to be seen from a distance and with beautiful handwriting. But what really catches Wilhemina's attention is her face. Y/N has bright eyes and a smile that seems to shine in the middle of the coffee shop, as if she were a being oblivious to all the evils of the world. And Wilhemina almost gets scared when her eyes shine with a kind of natural affection directly in her direction.

“Hello, welcome to Gardenhouse Coffee! How can I help you?”, her voice is also soft, full of joy and Wilhemina can’t decide if she likes it or not.

“Just the menu.”, the redhead didn’t mean to, but her voice came out less inviting than she anticipated.

“Here. Just let me know if you need anything, or if something on the menu is confusing.”

“I believe I can find myself on a sheet of paper. Thank you.”

Y/N doesn’t answer her, just nods and focuses her gaze on her own counter, as if looking for something to do besides looking at the redhead. When Venable focuses her gaze on the menu, she notices that the names are absurd. Full of lame puns, or ingredients that are not very inviting to her, and Wilhemina has absolutely no time for any of that, especially when her head starts to hurt again. So, she doesn't bother to look at the entire menu to turn her attention to the waitress in front of her.

"I'll just have a strong coffee, medium size. Black, no sugar or anything else.", as the words slip past her lips, Wilhemina slides the menu to the counter again, and as she does so she can see that Y/N notices that she is not available for any silly conversation in the middle of this sale, and the redhead feels grateful for that since her head continues to hurt more and more with each second.

"It's on its way! What's your name?", the waitress's smile is there again, but the question confuses Wilhemina.

Why does she want Wilhemina's name if she is the only one inn line there waiting for a coffee? And honestly, a simple, regular coffee doesn't take long to make so there's no chance that Y/N will forget what to do or to who it is directed before it is ready.

The redhead thinks about being unpleasant and asking questions in a loud and clear tone for everyone to hear, questioning the attendant's IQ until the incessant smile disappears from her face, but her head is about to throb without pause so Wilhemina just answers quickly before watching Y/N work.

"Venable. Wilhemina Venable."

Maybe it would be better for her back to just sit down, because the idea of ​​the pain in the center of her forehead being accompanied by a much more unpleasant one in the middle of her spine made her saliva taste bitter. But sitting carefully in chairs that seem too low, and then having to get up to leave with the same care, both to avoid hurting herself and to avoid attracting curious looks, is so exhausting that perhaps the first option is actually the best on a comparative scale.

It's official, she prefers to stand and only sit down when she is really comfortable and without pitying looks on her, in her car.

Trying to use the time she has in a profitable way, the redhead takes her wallet out of her bag and then her card, but as soon as she looks up, she sees Y/N writing something down in a cup filled with a dark liquid that Wilhemina could swear is hers.

It really was fast.

The cup is handed to her with a sweet smile, and Wilhemina almost feels obliged to mirror it, even if it was with a slight robotic lift of her lips, but then she sees it.

Wilhielmina.

At another time, Venable would have stared at the striking and beautiful line of the barista's handwriting on the glass, or even the two drawn hearts that accompanied it, but the error in her name screams so loudly in her ears that she can barely think of anything else while staring at the hot drink.

If the redhead were living an ordinary day, her first reaction would be to complain to the person in charge and ask the bright-eyed barista if she was illiterate. After all: an I and an L, really?

But her head hurt so much, her body was really tired and crying out for a shower, and her knees were now tired of supporting her weight.

Wilhemina really just wanted to go home. And so the redhead just grabbed the cup and gave the barista a polite nod before heading out of that rainbow-shaped nightmare, not caring if Y/N had said a word to her.

After all, Wilhemina wouldn't go back there.

The coffee must be bad, so she doesn't care if her name is spelled wrong.

She wouldn't go back there anyway.

[marchtomydrums]

I’ll never let you fall.

Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Billie dean Howard x Reader

* Hi guys! I'm sorry it's been so long. I've been really sick. In and out of the hospital and recently had to get a biopsy done and waiting on the results. So I will try to get up some more stories soon. Hope you enjoy this one.*

Mina walks into the cozy house releasing a quiet sigh of relief that the day is done and over. She shrugs off her jacket and drops her Keyes and purse on the table before walking into the living room.

There she finds Billie reading quietly on the couch.

“Hello, darling,” Mina calls out to her.

“Hello. How was your day?”

“Ugh.” the redhead grunts as she takes a seat next to Billie.

“I’m sorry doll. At least you’re home now.” The blonde says softly caressing Mina’s arm.

The redhead hums in agreement leaning into her touch.

“Cordelia is going to be late,” Billie tells her.

“Is she still trying to find a cure for y/n?”

“Yeah…

She’s wasting time. We need to spend whatever we have left with her.”

“Don’t talk like that! She’s not going to die, Billie.”

“You don’t know that Mina! She’s sick and while Cordelia’s efforts to cure her are honorable she’s isolating herself from y/n.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” Mina says in an annoyed tone as she pulls away from Billie.

Out of the three of them, Mina was still very much in denial about everything.

“Where is she anyway?” she asked looking around the house.

“She’s in the office building the new Lego set I brought her.”

“I don't understand why she's obsessed with a toy for children and why you indulge her,” Mina said rolling her eyes.

“It makes her happy and I won’t deny her any joy.” The blonde says.

“I suppose you’re right.” Mina sighs.

Mina gets up and walks towards the back of the house to the small office down the hall. It’s typically shared by all four of you but since you’ve been sick you’ve been using it primarily to build the Lego sets Billie buys you.

The redhead stops at the doorframe as she watches you silently. It’s only been a couple of months since your diagnosis but your body is already taking a toll. Your skin was lighter almost white compared to its original color. Your body is frail and small and dark circles formed underneath your eyes. For once the redhead actually stopped at looked at you and this caused tears to prick Mina’s eyes.

You noticed her watching you in the corner and decided once you were done to look up. You flash a bright smile her way.

“Hi, Mina.”

“Hello, my love.” She says with a small smile.

“I finished it you want to see?” You asked.

The redhead nods as she walks towards you. She settles behind the chair you’re sitting in as she looks down at your project.

“It’s beautiful what is it?”

“It’s a miniature version of the castle at Disney World. Billie got it for me because she knows how much I love Disney.” You said with a smile.

“What will your next project be?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure.”

“I’m sure you will think of something,” she says kissing the top of your head.

“Are you alright today Mina? You look sad.”

“I’m fine love. Just fine. How about we go cuddle and look for your next project?” she suggested.

“Really?”

She nods.

“Okay!” You smiled getting up to stand next to her. Unfortunately, you got up too quickly causing a sudden but small state of dizziness for yourself.

“Careful my love,” Mina says as she grabs onto you.

“Sorry. Head rush.”

“It’s quite alright dear I would have caught you.”

“I know you'd never let me fall.”

“Never,” she says softly.

You both share a smile and a quiet moment together. You can tell Mina is sad and you're pretty sure you know why. All of your girlfriends have had the same look in their eyes since you've been diagnosed. However, Mina has been the only one to treat you the same as she did before and for that you were grateful.

You smile as you lean in to kiss her lips softly. “I love you, Mina.”

“I love you too little one. Come on let's go cuddle.”

[aboutcustardcreams]

Y/n: *knocks at the fridge’s door and waits*

Cordelia and Mina share a quizzical look

Y/n: *grins and knocks again*

Cordelia: *already struggles to keep a serious expression and turns to Mina* ask her, love

Mina: ask her what? *frowns*

Cordelia: just ask her why she is knocking at the fridge’s door or we won’t have any dinner tonight…

Y/n: *grins evilly in anticipation*

Mina: *sighs and tiredly rubs the root of her nose* sweetheart, why are you knocking at the fridge’s door?

Y/n: because … *stops dramatically to add suspense while Cordelia is already crying in laughter* there could be a salad dressing

Mina: *struggles to keep a serious expression*

Cordelia: *lying on the floor* HELP.

[stayevildarling]

Cordelia Goode x Reader- Soulmate

A/N: based on the song „Soulmate“ by Natasha Bedingfield 🤍

tw/tags: female reader, angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 4.5k

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As you make your way through the quiet academy, the only sound is rain softly pattering against the large windows, you halt a second in the large hallway, remembering the first time you ever stepped inside this now familiar place. It had been some years since but back then everything was different, you had no home, no idea what was wrong with you other than the occasional outbursts and remembering some words from your childhood about witchpowers in your family. That night you sat on your laptop, aimlessly googling and eventually stumbling upon a news article and Miss Robichaux‘s, and you had no idea your life would change this much.

And it had undeniably changed. You found a home within the white walls of the academy, a place you feel like belonging and being yourself without having to change. By now you didn‘t only understand your powers but also able to conquer them and understanding how to use them to the point you are teaching classes of your own. This place and the people in it made your life worth living, giving you a life rather than what you had called living before. Your eyes dart towards the potraits on the wall, seeing the current supreme and woman who had taken you in. From that first moment she saw you she could see your potential, that you were destined for greater things than simply being a witch and learning your powers before moving on.

She knew you belonged and she undeniably made you feel that way, offering you a teaching position some months in as well as a home. She never truly did treat you like a student, despite the many one on one sessions, some in the middle of the night when your powers surged and some under tears as memories of your past haunted you. Cordelia could feel it whenever she was near you, both the connection and your talent and you never proved her otherwise through your time there. The blonde and you eventually grew closer, late night conversations over tea almost a daily occurrence at this point as neither of you could find sleep most of the times. You learnt about her past, her marriage, her mother and the pain she endured since rising as supreme.

And when the responsibilities of being supreme became too much, you were always sure to take some of the work away for her. Or the times you could tell she is doubting herself again, the council meetings or meetings with other schools where her hands would twitch that familiar way. But your gentle eyes were enough for the supreme, that reassuring smile that held so many words. That she wasn‘t like her mother, that she had made this place special, giving many girls a home and a mother figure as they never experienced those things. That this coven couldn‘t be run better and that she belonged. And each time her smile would fade for a moment seeing those words on your mind before she felt confident again, putting her supreme face on and squeezing your hand afterwards, enough as a thank you as you and the blonde worked without many words exhanged.

You never once thought about leaving this place, happy and confident with your classes and what you had achieved, seeing many of the younger witches confide in you and helping them rise to their best potential, watching some leaving back to their families and others building a life of their own. Cordelia made sure to give you your own bedroom, a large office beside her own, letting you use this place however you please, giving you your own section in the greenhouse to explore your love for potions and mixing those together, even if the smell sometimes killed her when you tried another weird experiment from an old spell book.

„Admiring her again?“ you hear the sound of Madison‘s voice pulling you out of your thoughts before quickly averting your gaze from the supreme‘s portrait and focusing on her. You simply scoff before she smirks, always teasing you two but never having succeded so far in making either of you falter. „You coming?“ she asks almost annoyed before your eyebrows furrow. „Oh come on- valentine‘s day?“ she asks as she lights a cigarette and your eyebrow raises considering Cordelia‘s strict rules about smoking inside. „Right“ you mumble, remembering the girls requested to decorate for Valentine‘s Day together considering it was coming up. You follow behind her, remembering how Cordelia was always so big on these things but the girls having to get her to agree for this one.

As you step into the hallway, you find most girls with boxes of decoration, Cordelia standing at the top of the stairs to supervise, her eyes falling on you swiftly before smiling and focusing her attention back on the chaos around you. The witches waste no time in setting up some heart ribbons and garlands, using their magic to make some heart ballons rise to the ceiling and filling bowls of valentine‘s day candy in the kitchen and placing it in the living room as well as common areas. „Thank you for letting us do this Ms Cordelia“ one of the younger witches chuckles excitedly and the supreme simply smiles watching both her younger and older witches enjoy themselves, a rare moment between the usual chaos.

„It‘s kind of you to let them do this“ you mumble as you make it to the top of the stairs and stand beside her, hands leaning against the railing. „They are having fun so“ she smiles before her eyes dart to you, almost a second too long if you wouldn‘t have been so caught up in the moment. The two of you lose yourself in some small talk and catching up about the academy before one of the younger witches cheers excitedly. „Wow“ you exclaim, seeing the usual white academy filled with shades of red and pink, hearts around you everywhere but still making the academy feel as majestic as ever. „Alright enough girls“ she smiles before standing tall „Back to classes“.

The days following, the academy was filled with a different kind of buzz to usual, little candy wrappers everywhere, rose petals and girls excitedly squealing about cards they recieved from their crushes, either within or outside the academy. Equally, Cordelia had noticed how you seemed a little quiter, drawn back as she often found you on your own in the greenhouse or in your office, noticing the subtle changes in your behavior during your nightly tea sessions. But the blonde wasn‘t one to pry, knowing you both had an equal trust in each other by now and if something bothered you, you would come to her. But you never did and her concern grew with each passing minute, seeing the forced smiles whenever a witch was nearby and how you suddenly seemed to carry a deep sadness, one that wasn‘t there before.

Unbeknowest to you, the supreme had the advantage as she could read your thoughts. As the most powerful witch her powers allowed her to enter minds with ease but she actively had to use the incarnation whether in her mind or with a flick of her wrist but with you it came naturally. From the first day she showed you around the academy and every day following, she could hear every single thought the subtle „wow“ when seeing her for the first time which she brushed off or the other thoughts about her that she had been brushing off for years. All she had to do was be near you for every thought of your own to repeat in her mind, both a blessing and a curse. And she had never told you, not wanting to invade your privacy but equally feeling bad, worried if she told you now it may change things. And on top of it all, she had no clue what it meant, why she had this ability, not realizing the two of you are bound by something even stronger than magic- fate.

Standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the girls, you are interrupted when one of the younger witches excitedly finds you and shows you her valentines card. „Look Ms, I finally got one“ she cheers which causes you to chuckle „I‘m so happy for you“ you smile as you inspect the card. „Ms.. do you have a valentine?“ she asks which causes your heart to ache for a moment before shaking your head. She frowns before waddling on, finding the supreme at the end of the room and showing her the card as well. Madison can‘t help but linger, having of course witnessed the entire thing before whispering „Don‘t be sad, we both know Ms Loveable is already in your life“ she teases before glancing at Cordelia at the other end of the room engaging with the younger witch from before.

You shake your head, scoffing at her words, this not having been the first time Madison had winded you up about this. „Can you take over?“ you look at one of the older witches beside you before she nods, setting the knife down and letting them finish dinner. The supreme‘s gaze follows you leaving outside, watching as you retreat to the greenhouse yet again and she can‘t help but follow, having seen Madison appear behind you again and despite not hearing the words exchanged, wondering whether maybe it had been the blonde upsetting you all along. In a swift motion she follows you, halting outside the greenhouse as your thoughts repeat in her mind in that familiar way again.

„Who doesn't long for someone to hold? Who knows how to love you without being told. Somebody tell me why I'm on my own? If there's a soulmate for everyone“

The words send a pang of guilt and heartache through her as she realizes what had been bothering you for this long, how the whole valentine‘s day probably upset you more than she believed. In the entirety of knowing you, love had never really been a subject in your conversations, of course she knew by now you weren‘t taken considering everything but again she had no idea you longed for this so much. It‘s not just the words themselves that haunt her, it‘s the loneliness and heartache lingering in them. The supreme had assumed your quietness lately had to do with something academy related or even Madison- she had no idea the truth ran much deeper than those things.

She stands still as she considers her options, unsure whether to walk away and let you be or be there for you but before she can make that decision, you turn almost as if sensing her presence before she enters the door and stepping forward. „Delia?“ you ask a little hesitantly, usually calling her Cordelia amongst the others but the nickname coming naturally by now after your many late night tea sessions together and midnight conversations. „I..“ she begins but stops when she realizes she doesn‘t really have a reason for following you out here in the first place or at least not one she could admit to you. Instead she settles for something safer „I just wanted to check on you“ she announces.

You turn back towards the wooden table, letting go of your tight grip on the edges before shaking your head slightly „I‘m fine“ you explain, putting on a brave smile as you didn‘t want her to know about this. But she can hear the lie before it even leaves your lips, being able to read you so well at this point. „You have been distant lately, quiet“ she tries softly, hands clasped in front of her as her eyes search for you in the hopes they could reach you. „And I know Valentine‘s Day can be..“ she begins but you cut her off.

„Annoying?“ you chuckle as you turn your body towards her, trying to play it off. „It‘s fine honestly, I just needed some air“ you reassure but Cordelia doesn‘t move, doesn‘t look convinced and for a moment you think she may press further but then she exhales and takes another step closer, reaching out as if wanting to touch you but stopping herself just in time. „If there is anything you need“ she begins but again you finish what is on her mind „I know Delia, always“ you reassure. „I always do“ you promise and there is something there in her expression then, something unreadable before she brushes it off and moves on.

When the blonde leaves the greenhouse, she can‘t help but feel torn, tonight another reminder of something that clearly lingered, obvious to anyone but you two apparently or maybe it was just her. She knows she is holding back, unable to understand why just yet. She knows she shouldn‘t ache at the thought of you looking for love somewhere else, just like she knows she shouldn’t fail at pretending something she already knows and has maybe known for years of being beside you at this coven. She loved you.

For the next few days, Cordelia decides to keep her distance, telling herself she was busy, drowning herself in teaching, academy and headmistress duties and paperwork, wanting to avoid dealing with this as much as she could. But you lingered on her mind, at night unable to sleep but not searching for you in the kitchen or greenhouse like she usually would, pretending to ignore conversations when the girls talked about you and how much they love your classes and only passing you by with polite smiles instead of the usual conversations the two of you would have.

It‘s not that the supreme doesn‘t care about you, it‘s that she cares too much. She has known for a while, the fact that she could hear your thoughts, uncommon even for a supreme to this extend, that your presence made her feel safe, that her skin errupted in goosebumps whenever you would touch her. That her heart would pound whenever your eyes locked with her own, that all she wanted to do with the lonely nights was spending them with you. But then came the but‘s, considering you were technically her student to begin with, the age difference, her failed marriage and the fact that she had never allowed herself to love a women like this or be loved by a women even though she had known for some time now.

Everything confused her , questioning every moment with you leading up to this. And Cordelia can only do what she knows best, lock it all away and pretend it‘s not there in order to avoid dealing with the heartache and confusion of her own feelings. But she could see the sadness in your eyes, seeing how you had been tensing for days when she was nearby, hearing footsteps outside her office in the night, knowing it was you complementing whether to check on her or to leave her be. She knew.

And then everything was about to fall apart. It was late one evening, the academy quiet as most of the students had gone to bed and Cordelia begins her rounds, ensuring everything is order. She just turned the lights off downstairs before she sees your reflection in the greenhouse and even though she knows she shouldn‘t, her legs automatically lead her to you before she hears it. A quiet and broken sound coming from nearby and her heart immediately tightens as she follows it and when she steps inside, finding you sitting on one of the benches, head bowed, shoulders trembling.

The imagge of you crying causes her heart to ache as she realizes it had been her. She knows it with certainty, the way it sinks deep into her bones. For a moment she is unable to move or speak, that familiar feeling returning in her chest, the urge to comfort you and to make you happy, something that had been there for weeks, months and maybe even longer. It takes her another second to finally step forward „Sweetheart?“ her voice is gentle and hesitant as she moves closer to you „What‘s wrong?“ she asks, causing you to quickly lift your head and wiping your cheeks, trying to compose yourself.

„It’s nothing“ you say, voice hoarse „I just- I‘m fine“ you lie, not wanting her to know she was the reason for your sadness. But you aren‘t fine and both of you know it. The blonde kneels in front of you, searching your face in that familiar way, something inside her cracking wide open at seeing you like this. She had spent days trying to convince herself that pulling away was the right thing to do for now but seeing you like this, she sees how wrong she truly was.

This wasn‘t just about her anymore. It was about you too. The way she had been hurting you, so caught up in her own fears that she ignored what was right in front of her and the fact she was breaking the one person she swore to never hurt, sent her into something even more painful than she had ever endured before. „I‘m sorry“ she whispers after swallowing hard, taking you by surprise. Your breath catches in your throat before shaking your head „You don‘t have anything to be sorry for“ you explain. But she does and tonight, for the first time, she wasn‘t going to run from it.

Slowly and cautiously, she reaches out, taking your hands in hers as she kneels in front of you. „I do“ she confesses „I‘ve been aoviding you, pushing you away and that wasn‘t fair to you“ she admits. Your fingers tighten around hers, slightly almost as if too afraid to hold on too tight, afraid she may slip away again. And that‘s when Cordelia realizes, she never ever wants to be the teason for you to cry again. Something shifts inside her in the rareness of the moment, something irreversible. The supreme had spent too long denying this, and looking at you now she knows, she can‘t keep running from this, from you.

The silence stretches between you, heavy, uncertain but your eyes speak volumes. There is something raw in them, aching, desperate and for a moment Cordelia forgets how to breathe. She knows what you are saying without ever opening your mouth and that‘s why it hits her so hard. You loved her. It‘s the way you are looking at her, like she is your entire world, in the way your grip lingers and the way she can feel your heart almost as if it is beating for only her. The blonde exhales shakily, shifting just a little as her fingers curl around yours a little firmer. But then the guilt hits her. She knows she should stay quiet and not tell you, knowing it would not only ruin the moment but risk ruining so much more between you. But she couldn‘t hold it back, not when she has known for so long and able to read you.

„I“ she begins but hesitates, realizing what she is about to do. „I hear you sometimes“ she admits, almost a whisper. „Your thoughts“ she confirms as your breath catches and your whole world stays still. „Not always“ she continues gently, hoping it would soothe what she is about to admit to you. „But enough- enough to know“ she admits, vulnerability in her voice as her eyes well up with tears. „Know what?“ you ask a little dumbfounded, of course knowing her abilities but so taken back in the moment that you don‘t even understand her words.

She doesn‘t speak at first, being able to see in your eyes the hurt she just caused you, the trust you had put in her that she just broken. But your eyes searching hers causes her to falter „How you feel“ she admits, a tear slipping down her cheek „I can hear your thoughts.. it‘s not always and not intentional but I can“ she admits and if it wasn‘t this serious, wasn‘t for the hurt in your eyes she would feel relieved for finally having you know. Silence stretches between you as her words sink in and the reality of it all closes in on you. „How long?“ you ask, almost desperatly searching her eyes again and when she avoids your gaze you know it had been from the beginning.

Your hands leave hers, rushed and she almost cries harder at the loss she feels in that moment, knowing she had lost the trust you placed in her. Without thinking you move, leaving her kneeling there as you make your way to the door „Y/N, I‘m sorry“ she pleads almost desperately not wanting you to go like this, scared you are slipping away for good. „Why?“ you suddenly halt, not understanding as a billion questions linger on your mind. „Why can you hear them?“ you ask confused, knowing about her abilities but also knowing this wasn‘t normal, not to this extend and not even for supreme.

„I didn‘t want to, I tried blocking it I promise but it just kept happening and I didn‘t know how to tell you“ she apologizes, the sincerity in her voice making you doubt everything. „Cordelia why?“ you ask again, the usage of her full name sending another pang of guilt through her chest. „Answer me“ you demand, being able to tell by her features as she stands that she knows. „Cordelia“ you warn as you see her holding back, feeling like she at least owes you the truth now after everything. „Because we are bound Y/N“ she raises her voice, frustration and emotions bubbling over as she stomps her feet. „Bound?“ you ask a little baffled before she steps forward, her features apologetic „Soulmates“ she admits, raw and vulnerable feeling the weight of her own words.

The blonde can see the confusion in your expression, how you are doubting her words, how it makes no sense right now. But you don‘t say anything, feeling your chest tight from her words and your own emotions bubbling over as you walk away, your steps quick as you find your own bedroom again, needing nothing more than peace right now as you practically collapse into the door, sliding down to your knees as soon as you close it behind you. Your head repeats her words, realizing how she had always known and you aren‘t sure what‘s worse, the fact she never told you even in moments where she could hear every single one of your thoughts or the fact that she didn‘t want you.

For days Cordelia tried, talking at first but when she realized it was too soon she tried it in a more subtle way, leaving tea outside your door in the morning, sending lunch upstairs or dinner to your office when you would skip it or leaving a book she knows you would love on your bed. It killed her how she could feel you everywhere, see and feel your pain but unable to take it away and knowing she caused it, killed her even more. Neither of you knew the night following would break everything lose as you sit in your bedrooms, staring at the ceiling as sleep wouldn‘t find you, only each other on your minds and aching hearts.

It was Madison that got on your nerves again, pushed and pushed you until you couldn‘t stand it anymore. You had never spoken up to her, not when she was unfair to you and not when she would tease you about the supreme but tonight was enough and even Cordelia heard your voice from upstairs, how it echoed through the silent academy as you finally told Madison to shut the fuck up. The supreme follows you without thinking, down the hallway and into the courtyard and finally the greenhouse as she watches you stand there, fists clenched at your sides, breathing uneaven.

„Y/N?“ she tries „Delia please“ you practically beg, not wanting this right now, not wanting her to be the one calming you down. „Please don‘t do this, don‘t shut me out“ she pleads as she watches you still turned away from her. She moves closer „Don‘t tell me you are fine“ she tries before you squeeze your eyes shut „It doesn‘t matter“ you mutter, voice sounding like you don‘t care at all when truly you did. „It matters to me“ she counters and you almost scoff before turning towards her „Why? because we are bound?“ you ask almost in disappointment.

But Cordelia couldn‘t stand it anymore, couldn‘t stand the way she could feel you, knowing how every inch of you felt and knowing she could fix it if only you let her. The last few days made her realize she couldn‘t keep doing this anymore, hide and run from her own feelings. „No“ she begins „I can‘t keep feeling you and not- You are everywhere all the time and even when I tried to push it away you are always there“ she sighs, tears pooling in her eyes again. „Yes Delia because we are bound“ you repeat the words but you don‘t seem to understand.

„Because I love you“ she almost shouts in frustration, stomping her foot in that all too familiar way. The silence that follows is thick and suffocating as your mouth hangs open, seeing that something changed in the way she looked at you, that same thing in her eyes but something gone, the holding back and hesitation you saw in her brown eyes before. Cordelia searches your face, afraid she said too much, said the wrong thing but then you speak raw and vulnerable „I love you too, I always have“ you admit under your own tears.

And this time Cordelia doesn‘t hold back, stepping forward and cupping your cheeks, letting herself feel all the emotions, your heart beating uncontrollably, the fear, the ache and the longing but this time she doesn‘t fight it. You lean in, foreheads touching as your hearts beat in synch and when your lips meet almost painfully slow, aching, it feels like the bond finally settles, the pieces falling into place. Almost like as if it was waiting all along. And who would have known that after everything Madison had been right all along, your soulmate had already been in your life, much longer than you thought and certainly much closer than you assumed.

Neither of you let go as you hungrily cling to each other, afraid the moment would fleet away, lips aching and tears mingling with each others, feeling the strong arms of your soulmate around you. Delia, your Delia.

[marsthebabie]

Work trip

Wilhelmina Venable x Cordelia Goode x reader 

Tw: Attachment issues, maybe cussing, Mina being mean.

Momma is Mina

Mommy is Cordelia

"NO! Please mommy! Please don't go" I cry holding onto Mommy's dress. "Baby please let go of my dress. I have to go. I'll be back soon. I promise" Mommy says trying to leave. I just cry harder as Momma removes my fingers from Mommy's dress. "Come on Angel let mommy go. She has to go on a work trip" Momma says softly to me. I reach my hands out to mommy as I sob loudly. Mommy kisses me on the head quickly before walking out the door with her suitcase.

"It's okay Love. Shh easy baby" Momma says stroking my hair . Usually I wouldn't do this but I want Mommy. I smack momma's hand away and I instantly regret it knowing what happens when I act up. Momma swiftly picks me up and sets me down in the corner. " 3 minuets in time out. We do not hit" Momma says walking away. I curl up in the corner and cry missing my mommy so much. Momma comes back when my time is up. She sighs as she watches me cry. "Oh honey. She'll be back don't worry" Momma says but I just continue to cry. I decide to crawl to the front door and wait for mommy to come home. After a while momma comes to me.

"Alright Y/N this is enough. Come on" Momma says sternly. I don't move an inch. Momma sighs before picking me up. I thrash around in her arms and start sobbing loudly. "P-put me down! I need to waits for mommy" I cry. "Y/N, you need to stop this. Just grow up for pete's sake" Momma spits out. I manage to get out of her hold. "I hate you! You a big meanie" I yell before running to my room sobbing  and slamming the door shut. I curl up on the bed with the shirt that mommy wore because it smells like her. I sobbed into her shirt and I eventually fall asleep from crying. I wake up to someone calling my name and a hand stroking my hair. I sit up and see momma. I instantly start sobbing and I wrap my arms around her.

"I'm so sorry momma! I don't hate you. I'm so sorry momma! Please don't leave me" I say sobbing into her chest. She wraps her arms around me and softly rubs my back. "Shh it's okay sweetling. And baby, I would never hate you or leave you for anything. You are way too important to me. And I love you so much. I'm sorry for being mean and not understanding cutie"Momma says softly. I cuddle close to her and we decide to watch movies together for the rest of the day. A couple of days go by and Momma and I are cuddling on the couch.

When all of a sudden I hear the door unlock and I quickly sit up. I stare at the front door as it opens and in comes mommy. I quickly get up tripping on a blanket and I get up and run into mommy's arms. "Mommy"I beam wrapping my arms around her. She shuts the door and picks me up. I hold onto her tighter as I start sobbing into her hair. "Oh honey don't cry" She says sweetly. "I-I sowwy..I-i jwust miss chu so much" I say sobbing. "Aw baby, I missed you too" Mommy says kissing my head.Mommy carried me to the couch and sat down next to momma. I soon stop crying and start playing with mommy's hair. "How was she" Mommy asked momma making me pause and look at momma. "we had...some issues. But this little angel and I worked through it and she behaved very well" Momma says winking at me making me giggle.