A/n: Disclaimer, I can’t write fluff to save my life (especially since it’s been a while since I last wrote somethin for a sarah character) but I tried my best since it is a birthday present Happy birthday mi amor @notmanagingmymischief (im sorry I couldn’t wait any longer, plus idk how the queue thing works ) I’m honestly so nervous for you to read this but I hope you like it The title says “you are worth everything and more, my love” and although I don’t really know if the title fits the story the best I still wanted to say it I wanted this to be personal to them so some of the descriptions are specific to their features but you can always still imagine that it’s you as y/n☃️ I think that’s all but I can’t remember rn so I hope you enjoy this fic✨
Word count: 2100+
TW: none
Translations(my French is rusty but I think these are all correct)
Je t’aime (can also be je t’adore)- I love you
Je t'aime ma douce fille- I love you my sweet girl
je t'aime plus que la lune n'aime les étoiles, ma chérie- I love you more than the moon loves the stars, my darling
A/N :This is the new series with Cordelia and Wilhemina (with reader). There’s a few out there that I have gone back and read a few of them to make sure mine and theirs aren’t the same. So, if somehow they are the same I apologise. That isn’t my intention at all.
If you haven’t read the Mystery woman series, the link for it are below.
You are teaching the younger students about a new spell, most of them are excited to know more and some were a little afraid. It was a simple spell but if done wrong can cause a little chaos, which you could deal with. Once you had set them on the task of reading the page and taking notes of the noteworthy things you had written on the chalkboard, you spaced out for the time being A little yawn passed though your mouth, with the late nights of being unable to sleep. Looking out of the window for the time being, you remember the time you were the one sitting in front of the teacher doing the exact spell.
A/N: Yep, another multi-part fic. Yep, no one asked me about this too. Yep, it’s still about Cordelia Goode x Reader. Yep, you can still ask or suggest stuff in the ask box.
This was the 6th time today that Cordelia tried to perform the re vera falsum - false reality. It shouldn’t be this hard especially now that she’s the Supreme. Somehow she can still find ways to fail and prove to her mother that she will never be as good as her.
re vera falsum is the careful alteration of reality, undetected by other witches. This must have been the last spell her mother used on the axeman before she sent him to his literal death. This is also the reason why she insists - obsessed - with learning how to do it.
She towered over Zoe, who willingly volunteered, and put all her intent into it. Her hands above the head of the seated witch, she began the incantation.
“re vera falsum,” her voice echoed in her head. She thought of a simple scenario where Zoe will think she ate hotdogs instead of cereals this morning.
She dropped her hand and asked Zoe, “What did you eat this morning?”
Please say hotdogs.
Say hotdogs.
Hotdogs.
“Cereals.”
Shit.
“Cordelia, you don’t have to try so much with this spell.” The young witch reassured her.
Make this the 7th time she failed today.
“I just think it would be valuable for the witches to learn this spell,” she reasoned. Zoe knew it was only one of the reasons her Supreme strive so hard but she’ll never voice it out.
“Okay,” Zoe paused to think for a while, “Well, I remember seeing in our records that there’s a witch in New York that specializes with this particular magic.”
Cordelia stiffened for a bit, trying to remember all of the witches who reside in the Big Apple. Someone who has the ability to alter reality without being as powerful as Fiona.
Y/n!
The charismatic witch who is often mistaken as Fiona’s daughter, due to her natural charm and self-confidence. The ambitious lady who walked out of the coven to achieve something bigger than casting spells and memorizing potion recipes. The frank, rational, and witty [y/n] who never called back nor gave a reason for leaving.
Cordelia excused Zoe, in order to think about her next course of action. It has been years since she last thought of you. She doesn’t even know why you left or why you suddenly stopped talking to her. One minute she was inviting you to her wedding then suddenly you were leaving the coven.
She sat in her office the whole day, trying really hard to get some work done but you keep entering her mind. The sly smiles you wear when you ace a spell the first try. The stolen glances she takes whenever you’re not looking. The aromatic whiff of your perfume that she can inhale whenever you’re close - too close. The kiss.
Oh, that kiss during New Year’s Midnight.
Cordelia can swear she died, flew to heaven, and came back during that time. What a way to start the new year? Instinctively, she bit her lip trying to remember the sensation of that encounter years ago. The way your lips fit or how she let out a moan ten seconds into the kiss. The more she thinks about it, the more hot and bothered she gets.
“Delia,” a voice took her out of her little trip down memory lane.
She composed herself and faced the voice, which turns out to be Zoe, standing by her office doorway.
“The girls are all settled in their rooms,” the witch continued. Cordelia thanked her, assuming that she’ll leave already. “Have you thought about the New York witch?”
“What?” the Supreme was caught off guard with the question. She was definitely thinking about the witch but not the way her council would imagine.
“Yeah. I think I’ll go see her,” she replied haphazardly. Did she even think about this?
Oh, she was thinking all right but definitely not that.
“Okay,” Zoe cheered. “Don’t worry. Queenie and I will handle the girls tomorrow.” She then bid her good night.
She didn’t say tomorrow, right? Suddenly, every part of Cordelia feels excited to meet an old lovfriend.
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The bright sun rays shone through your office in the middle of a New York day. Honestly, your kind of day. You just closed a multi-million dollar shipment deal and you deserve to celebrate.
You were just going over some papers that need to be signed by the end of the day when you felt a sudden surge of familiar power. Familiar but stronger. You looked up to see a blonde, whom you’ve never seen for years. Vowed to never see is actually the phrase to be used here.
“Hi!” The intruder greeted.
“Did you transmute here all the way from New Orleans?” you threw a disappointed look her way. She bit her lip and meekly nodded. You thought that old habits must die hard. “That’s risky,” you simply replied then continued your paper checking.
She took several steps forward before speaking again, “I need your help, [y/n].”
“No,” was your immediate response without looking up.
“You haven’t heard what I was going to ask?”
You annoyingly looked up to see her staring at you, quite intensely. “Do I have to?” She gave you a smile so familiar that you knew it means ‘of course’. “The last time I helped someone from that coven, I almost died.”
You didn’t mean to treat her with animosity but the sudden intrusion and lack of boundaries really put a dent on your good day. This is Cordelia. Your friend. You almost killed someone for her once upon a time. You just can’t help but use a brash attitude to hide the old feelings that are trying to claw its way out.
“Fiona,” you heard the witch mutter. You hummed in agreement.
“Called me last year and said she needed a place to stay in the metro.” You began to tell the story when she sat down on the chair in front of your desk. “I offered her one of my condo units but she insisted that she wants to stay with me. So we had fun for three straight days,” your face now turning sour, “up until the last day where she tried to kill me moments before she left.”
“I’m sorry about that,” the breathtaking witch in front of your said.
“So, no.” You once again declined. “I won’t help you with whatever it is.”
“But you always say yes to Fiona,” she commented that felt more like an accusation.
“She’s the supreme.”
“I’m the supreme now,” her voice becoming higher.
“That’s different,” you replied, matching her voice. “You don’t have the same hold over me.”
“Then what does she have on you?” She stood, hoping to show dominance in the conversation.
Now, you’re really annoyed. If there’s one thing you don’t like, it’s being bossed around especially on your turf. “I’m not gonna tell you and it’s best for you to get out.” You stood up walked towards the door.
Suddenly, you heard the door locked and the glass panels darkened. The sun rays now replaced with the dim lights of the 4 lamps in your office corners. You stopped midway, ready to send her flying against the wall. Glass panels be damned.
“You are going to teach me re vera falsum and you’re going to do it now.” She firmly said. You audibly chuckled at the thought.
In your years of friendship at the academy, you were always the dominant one. She follows or agrees. She would speak her mind but later on admit that you were probably right. She’s straight even back then. Always knowing what’s black and white, while you prance around the grey area quite often. To see her today, after years of no contact, with absolute conviction and ready to fight her ground excited you a little bit.
You faced her again, this time with a smug grin on your face. You took your sweet time taking her in. The flowy dress that hugs her curves. The blonde hair that cascades past her shoulders, probably only blow-dried. Her hands are folded into fists. Her face clearly shocked by the sudden exhibition of her powers.
Cordelia is always well kept, thinking being prim and proper would get her mother’s approval. She spent most of your days together controlling her powers, not letting it get the best of her. Perhaps the only time she played outside her own rules was when she married that son of a bitch. Knowing how she hates being dismissed by her mother, you know the next words coming out of your mouth will piss her even more. A game that definitely excites you in more ways than one.
—
Cordelia demanded something. If it were any other witch in her academy, they would have given it to her already. This time, however, she can’t just get her way. It’s [y/n], after all. The only person who knows exactly how to push her buttons, and hopefully pop them off.
Delia, stop!
“You went through all that trouble just for a spell?” You said, breaking the silence. Cordelia swallowed hard. Hearing the voice you most often use with your lovers directed at her got her pressing her legs together. “It’s not a skill for every witch.” That seductive, low voice of yours take her 9 years back when she wouldlove herself to sleep with you in mind. It’s not helping that you have a predatory look on your face as you come closer.
“I’m not every witch,” she replied almost in a trance.
“No, you’re not.” You pin her against the desk. “Tell me, Delia,” your stare alternating between her eyes and lips, “what would happen if I say no again?”
It was a challenge. Cordelia knew that. At this point, she’s no longer present but rather lost in your perfume and the way you hover over her. She can feel your breath on her skin and was about to k-
*ring* *ring*
Your phone office rang, interrupting whatever it was that she was about to do. She shifted in her foot, trying to regain what’s left of her sanity. Cordelia came here for a reason yet somehow that reason is slowly going out of the window.
You reached for the phone without breaking eye contact with her and pressed the speaker button. “Miss [y/n], just reminding you of your 2:30,” your cheery assistant’s voice echoed through the room.
“Lily, cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day,” Cordelia remained transfixed on your face. “And make sure I’m not disturbed.” You didn’t give the other person a chance to respond as you end the call swiftly.
You returned your whole attention to the Supreme, who is not feeling so supreme right now. Pinned against your desk and allowing you to have this effect on her. A specific kind of heat coursing through her body.
“You were saying?” You teased, knowing full well that you saw how she almost lunged forward earlier. You licked your lips that caused Cordelia to gulp once again today. “It’s okay,” your voice returning to its normal range. “Turns out I have all day.”
I don’t write for Cordelia but I enjoy reading this gals work. Show her some love. I’m pumped up for this story already. ♥️
I’m not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I guess I couldn’t do any more than that. This was a little emotional to write. Hope you all enjoy!
With a flick of her finger, the door bursts open. You’re lying on the floor, back facing the wall, when Cordelia breaks through. Myrtle follows behind. “Oh, sweet child”, she murmurs softly, lifting her hand to the chest, when she realizes the condition you’re in. The Supreme lets out a shaky breath, she feels like collapsing at the sight before her eyes.
“No, no, no, no…”, her legs meet the floor, and in a matter of seconds she is underneath you. She carefully places you on her lap, her hands tremble as she does so. Last thing she wants is to hurt you more, since you seem to be in a lot of pain. “W-what did you do?”, she breathes out, over a dry throat.
You lift your gaze to meet hers, trying to find the voice inside your throat. Your chest rises and fall so at a great speed, in some desperate plea to keep breathing. A single tear slips from your eye.
“What were you thinking, huh?”, she gently strokes your cheeks, as she meets your weary eyes. You whimper and your lids flutter close for a moment. You immediately see him, when you do so. An evil grin spreads over his face as he gazes down at you. He prompts you to approach closer to you, but you disperately shake your head. You’re trying so hard to hold on, helplessly praying him to give more time. Just another minute.
“You’re not allowed to die. Do you hear me?”, Cordelia’s voice brings you back to her and your eyes open again, blazing with a new purpose.
You feel so weakened, but you hear her. You scrape out whatever magic you have left to stay awake. You release a shaky breath, that looks more like a pained sob to Cordelia’s ears, before speaking, “D…dee..”, your lips crack in a small smile.
“You are a foolish!”, she accuses you, yet those words don’t hurt you.
On the contrary, a soft chuckle escapes from your throat. You deserve her rage. You deserve her disappointment. You deserve whatever she wants to throw at you.
It was better than having her death, wasn’t it?
“I’d have expected more from you!”, she continues, both firmly and softly. Her chest aches and her stomach has never been so twisted, as she watches your skin loosing color.
“Shush, d..don’t c..cry”, you lift your arm slightly, in the hope to reach her face. She helps you and grasps your hand in hers, lacing your fingers together. She shakes her head, and your knuckles meet her boiling tears as you stroke her cheek. “It’s going to be o…kay”, you tell her quietly.
“You’re certainly out of your mind if you think I’ll let you die”, she refuses to accept that you’re going to be the one saying goodbye to her. It wasn’t fair. Wrong in so many ways. Anyone would have killed to be next in line as supreme, yet you had to play by your own rules. You never liked them, in the first place. You were the stubborn girl, the one always trying to object over anything to do it in your own way. Cordelia used to be intrigued by your obstinacy, until now. Looking at you, she couldn’t comprehend it. She couldn’t support the decision you made without consulting her first.
“Y/n come here, this instant!”, Cordelia’s tone is both stern and amused as she tells you to stop at once.
You had pranked her, of course. You had made some cookies early that morning, in order to lure her in your little trap. Everyone at the Academy knew Cordelia’s a sweet tooth and that she couldn’t resist in front of sweets of all kinds, especially your homemade ones.
The other day, Cordelia had stolen the last muffin you had carefully put aside, to eat at the end of lessons.
The blonde witch got busted with some chocolate at the corner of her mouth and you immediately realized it was her.
But you couldn’t be mad at her. Not ever. Your heart swelled with so much love when she flattened her lips, and diverted her gaze, mouthing a small apologize.
“You catch me first!”, you chuckled, before transmuting on the stairs.
Little did you know that Cordelia had many skills. And one of those was predicting your every move.
“Oh, I will!”
You let out a gasp of surprise, when you feel her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. She pulls you against her chest and you almost lose your balance. But Cordelia would never let you fall, and in a blink of eye, both of you were on the couch. Downstairs. You try so hard not to laugh at her. She looks so silly, you fail to take her seriously.
Cordelia’s face turned purple due to the spell with which you had enchanted your fresh baked cookies.
“Oh you find it funny, huh?”, she smirked, looking down at you, as she pins your wrists over your head.
You nod and giggle. “Purple suits you”, you tease her.
Cordelia shook her head in disapproval. She clicks her tongue, as she thinks of a way to punish you. “Is that so? I think I know which color suits you the most”, an amused twinkle glimmered her beautiful dark orbs.
“Oh, I’m totally shaking”, you keep challenging her.
Her fingers brush against your sensitive sides, causing you to flitch, in the pathetic attempt to squirm away from her grip. One hand is holding still your wrists, while the other is running wild over your sensitive skin. “No Dee, no!”, you bust out laughing.
A feral grin crossed her lips. Your face turns red, due to the tickling. “Oh, yes, yes, yes”, her voice sounds calm, while her fingers roam over your body viciously. “I knew red was your color”, she whispers in your ear, as she continues her innocent torture for a little more.
“You never listened”, she scolds you softly. “Not even once…”, she lets out a small sob, as she tries to focus on her magic, through her trembling hands. “But this time, you will fucking listen to me. You will not leave me”
Little did she know that your body would have pushed back Cordelia’s powers, no matter what. A sad smile crosses your lips, and a sense of guilt invades you.
Meanwhile Myrtle had found the letter placed on your desk, carefully reading it all in one breathe.
She lets out a sigh, that you hear, so you move your gaze to meet her heartbroken figure. When she looks up at you, holding onto your letter, you realize she knows what just happened to you. Her lips flatten in a thin line and a tear rolls down her cheek. She bends down, approaching you. Her thumb carefully strokes your cheek, making you smile softly. “You’d have been an exceptional Supreme”
You lean into the touch, nodding quietly. Eyes soon glistered with tears, as you try to imagine what it would have been like. But you quickly push away that thought, because the sole idea to continue living without Cordelia, makes your heart feels like it’s stabbed over and over.
Cordelia doesn’t understand why Myrtle’s just said that, so she frowns, offering her a questioning look. “W..why are you talking like that?”
Myrtle bites her lip, lightly shaking her head. “There’s nothing we can do, Cordelia. You need to say goodbye”
“No”, a small gasp of unbelief leaves her lips. “No, that’s a lie!”, she looks into Myrtle’s eyes, hoping she is just joking. You’ve hardly ever seen Cordelia like this. She is broken, yet furious with you and your irresponsible decisions. Mad at Myrtle for having said something so awful, and with an unnatural ease. “We are witches for fuck’s sake!”, she continues, in barely controlled rage.
She can hardly believe you give up on your life so easily, without thinking twice. Without thinking of the ones, you’d leave behind.
It’s hard to keep your eyes open at this point, but you fight for as long as you can. You want to tell her that there’s nothing she can do, but words die in your throat before they can come out. Her magic won’t help you this time. You had made a deal with Papa Legba not long ago, making sure nobody knew. The blade with which you hurt yourself came from Hell itself. It was laced with poison and soaked in the water of river Lethe. The deal was rather simple: you’d serve Hell for all the years Cordelia’d have lived as Supreme on earth, with the promise to be ruined with her in the afterlife, far from Hell.
“D…dee. I n…need to tell you som…ething”, your quite voice manages to come out. “Myrtle’s r…right”
“She’s not!”, Cordelia looks at you puzzled. “We will have plenty of time to discuss about your dumb decisions, now I need to find a way to heal your wounds”
You let out a short chuckle at her tone, despite knowing she isn’t amused at all. “C'mon…”, your throat is painfully dry and it tastes terribly.
She reaches for your hands and gasps in horror, when she notices how cold you are. Her magic isn’t working as it should. She offers you a squeeze, but you don’t reciprocate. You don’t have the strengh to. Cordelia’s never been so scared in her life before. You see her fright mirrored in her beautiful dark orbs. Her lip quivers; she feels on the verge of crying hysterically. “She’s ice-cold, Myrtle”, tears stream down her face, blurring her vision. You so desperately want to wipe those away but you can barely keep your eyes open at this point. “D..dee?”, you try again, but she ignores you.
She is shook by hiccups and sobs. “Help me!”, she snaps at Myrtle, who stands motionless, as if she’d have already given up. Cordelia shakes her head, in disbelief. “Why aren’t you? Something’s wrong… I don’t understand what it is”, she takes a shuddering breath, as she tries to transfer some of her magic into you without success. Her magic can do so little, too little on your open, still fresh wounds. She cleans all the clotted blood that has been staining your skin, but nothing more. The cuts are still there. Her hands curl into fists from frustration.
“Listen!”, you urge in low, but firm voice. “I d…on’t have m..uch time any…more”, you shiver, as you fight against the grip of Papa Legba on your soul. You can feel your soul slipping away, but you are determined to stay awake a little more. Closing your eyes for a moment, you see Papa Legba again, puffing as if he was bored of the entire situation going on in the Coven.
“Allow me to speak to her one more time”, you ask in a plea, eyes are glistered with tears.
He scoffs in annoyance. “If you wanted to talk to her so badly, why didn’t you before selling your soul to me?”
“I’m begging you”, you wish you could scream, but your voice is stuck in your throat. Desperation soon written all over your feature. “Give me my voice. Please”
“Alright, child”, he concedes, compassionately. “One minute. Then you come to me”, he adds sternly.
You nod quietly. “I will”
Cordelia stiffens, unable to say anything. Tears keep streaming down her face. She bites the inside of her cheek, when you open your eyes once again, regain consciousness. She knows you want to tell her something, and she lets you, sniffling softly as she encourages you with a timid smile.
“Before meeting you I felt so invisible, but you showed me all the things I could be”, sadness takes over of your voice as you speak. “It’s easier to have self-confidence, if someone else trusts you first. And you trusted me from the very beginning. You saved me, Cordelia”
She leans down closer to your face, as she grazes your cheeks with her mouth. She inhales in you and cries on you. “But I can’t save you now…”, her voice comes out so thin that is barely audible. Her hand looks for yours and this time you’re strong enough to offer her a little squeeze.
You smile a little. You manage to lift your free hand and slide your fingertips through her soft, blonde curls. “I’ll always be with you. I’ll guide you, I promise”, a drop of blood trickles down your nose. Your breathing is heavy and laboured now. You hardly feel your limbs anymore.
The blonde realizes something’s happening. She is quick to hold you tightly against her cheek, wiping under your nose with so much tenderness you barely feel her touch.
“I’ve a..always l..loved..you”, you manage to say. Cordelia can’t hold back her tears anymore at this point. She places her lips upon your forehead and her eyes flutter close for a moment. “I love you too. I love you so much, y/n”, her voice cracks as she keeps saying that, like a mantra. It feels like a sweet lullaby that helps you fall asleep.
Your heart feels full again. For a matter of seconds you feel alive, and all the pain disappears. Myrtle mouths you a soft goodbye, and you smile softly before letting yourself slip in the arms of Papa Legba. Your eyes drift closed, they won’t open again.
Cordelia keeps you cradled against her, as white as sheet, and cold as you’ve never been. Her powers are fully recovered. She feels anew, as the felt the first day she became Supreme.
“You weren’t supposed to leave this world before me”, she cries softly, between hiccups.
Myrtle’s hand reaches for your pulse, soon noticing there is none. “I’m so sorry. She’s gone”, she whispers, pulling Cordelia close to her, to kiss the top of her head, over and over, in the hope to calm down her hurtful cry.
“After finding out to be next in line as Supreme, you take a drastic decision. On behalf of the Coven and Cordelia herself, you change the fate in store for her”
warnings:suicide attempt, mentions of blood.
I couldn’t let it happen; I couldn’t watch her slip away right before my eyes. I hated myself for being the reason why that was happening; the sole fault of my world crushing down was my own. I was weakening her. I was making her feel unwell. It all started with slight headaches, something she could easily manage. The sky came back clear, and everything would start all over again. But it wasn’t always easy to mask the pain. And I saw her. I saw her slowly shattering down. And looking down at my bare hands tingling, exploding with the need to unleash their magic, I felt ashamed. Disgusted. Repulsed by myself even.
“You’re the dearest thing to me, Cordelia. How can I sit and watch you fade away?”
Things had slowly aggravated. It was harder for her to hide her pain. The closer I approached her, the weaker she got. I was afraid to touch her. I was even terrified to stand in the same room as hers. She noticed and sadness grew closer to the pain. I felt like a monster. I was sucking away Cordelia’s life, while my powers increased, by what right? Those beautiful dark orbs of hers, glistered with tears and laced with fatigue, were changing color. It was my doing. It was my breathing. My heart was shattering into pieces. The woman I loved more than life itself was fading. I never wanted to be Supreme, I never wanted to hold such a great responsibility. It wasn’t my call. I never wanted it to be, especially since there was a price to pay. The highest. The cruelest. In order for the new Supreme to rise, the previous one must die. I knew the rules. The very first thing they teach you at the Academy is the meaning of being a Supreme, but I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that I would be the one.
I’ll be damned, I’ll never let you die. I’ll never take your place.
I shake my head, boiling tears stream down my face. My heart races and my breathing is irregular, once fast, then slow. I put a silencing spell inside the room, that way I can allow myself to cry, to scream even if necessary, since I know the pain that is about to come will be stronger than anything experienced before. The grip around the pen is getting shaky as I write the last sentences of my letter for her. My lips crack in a smile, as I remember all the things we went through together.
I’m not sure she thinks it’s me weakening her. I never dared to perform the seven wonders in front of her. I always excused myself, when she tried to test my powers. She knew I was a powerful witch, though. She was the Supreme, so it was easy for her to sense my energy radiate through her. The same energy that for weeks I was trying to suppress. I read all the books I could put my hands on. None of them was able to show me another way to fix this. To refuse the title of Supreme. I let out a sob I didn’t realize I was holding as more tears fall down my face. On the letter. On the counter. Once I realize the mess I’m making, I curse myself and promptly move the piece of paper far from my face. I lift it right in front my eyes and I carefully blow on it. I bend my head to the side to make sure it’s clear. The words written on it are still readable. My calligraphy looks different. I normally have a gentle hand. The letters are shaped graciously, while the ones I’m staring are hasty and sloppy. I shake my head as my vision turns blurred. I never thought that would be so hard for me to let go of her. But if someone had to die, it had to be me.
I slide my fingers through my hair and let out a puff of air. I need to put my shit together. I’m a coward. I can’t be what they want me to be. The more time passes, the more I know. Cordelia worked so hard for the Academy, it’s not her time yet to leave. She needs more time. The girls need her, more than they would ever need someone like me. I’m irresponsible. I skip classes. I can hardly get something done in time. I have no sense of responsibility, yet I’m not dumb, I know I can’t possibly run the Coven by myself. She is the Supreme and so much more. Cordelia is a real leader, a powerful, caring, and generous woman. I might be able to perform the seven wonders, but I have no experience in leading a Coven of witches. That was insane. I lost count of all the times I laughed at that. The thought of her living after my passing reassures me. “I hope you know you’re all that matters to me”, I mutter softly, before pressing my lips together. I imagine her eyes fixed on mine. My mind is already delirious and I did nothing yet. How pathetic can I be?
I wish she was there with me, holding my hand, pulling me into her sweet embrace as I let myself slip away. I can hardly get out from my head her sweet ways towards me. How her hand cups my cheek and her thumb graze my skin. Cordelia Goode guards the eyes of an angel. She’s ethereal, a goddess. She says I’m sweet. She likes to flatter me and tease me. Her eyes sparkle when a hue of pink color my cheekbones at her compliments and jokes. She calls me little one. She calls me sweetheart. She has always acted differently around me. Perhaps, she thinks I haven’t noticed, but I have.
“I can’t possibly take your place”, I trail off, wiping my tears once again. I can’t imagine a world with her gone. I don’t want to be part of a word where she isn’t there, that’s why I’m doing this. “You need to stay alive. The Coven needs you”, my throat feels dry, so I swallow and swallow until I cough. I turn my head to the side, spotting the little blade that was resting over the desk. I bite down my bottom lip, and my eyes flutter close for a moment. Then, I examine the small, yet deadly blade in my shaky hands. My finger traces the tip of the dagger, and a shiver runs through my spine. It makes me hiss. A drop of blood falls from my finger and stains the tip of the blade. I stretch out my arm, carefully lifting the sleeve of my shirt. I can feel the pulse point on my wrist and see it through my very fair skin.
Moving down on the floor, with the dagger in my left hand, I lean up against the floor. I take a long, shaky breath before placing the blade over my arm, close to the pulse point. I bite my bottom lip hard, not knowing the amount of pain I’d felt at first, and then I press the blade onto the skin. More tears stream down my face as I let out a muffled scream. I hit the back of my head a couple of times against the wall behind me, to keep myself from screaming farther. In a matter of seconds the blood starts gushing down, around my wrist, way to the floor. It’s crimson blood, and soon enough my right hand is covered with it. My breath accelerates; I know I have to go deeper. “Cordelia, I-I’m so s-sorry”, tears begin flowing furiously down my dump, pale cheeks, that are slowly losing life. I let out a hiss, when I dig the blade vertically from the wrist till the elbow. I feel sick in my stomach, and my throat feels dryer than ever. When I swallow, all I can taste is blood and a mixture of pain and nausea. I can feel my fingers going numb, like a tingling sensation that feels like a wake-up call to stop, but I can’t. Dark blood, almost black, continues to drip off my right hand. My face is contorted in a grimace of disgust. I cut again, and again, experiencing the most excruciating pain in my entire life. It wasn’t only the blade that hurt like Hell, but also the thought of leaving Cordelia. I’d have never seen those beautiful dark orbs again, that soft, blonde hair, and that smile, that could illuminate the deepest darkness of Hell itself. My breathing slows even farther an my head feels heavy, as I tilt it to the side. I blink a few times, until the grip around the blade weakens, and it falls down on the stained pavement. At first I try to stay conscious, but to what purpose? My lips formed to a smile at the thought that maybe I’d have met Cordelia again in the afterlife. She wouldn’t forget about me, would she? “I’ll w-wait for you”, my eyes tremble under the eyelids, until blackness grabs hold of me.
*
“Y/n thinks I haven’t noticed, but I did”, Cordelia mutters softly, as she thinks of you. A sad smile crosses her lips and her gaze drops on her lap, “My darling girl”, sobs fall from her lips, as she pictures the image of you before her eyes.
Myrtle has never seen Cordelia so heartbroken before. She holds back from crying, deeply pained for the absurd twist of events. She reaches out to take Cordelia’s cold hand in hers, softly rubbing her skin in soothing circles. That way, the Supreme looks up at her and more tears soon invade her already burning cheeks. “I don’t know what to do”, her voice comes out so thin, barely above a whisper. “I never knew what I was doing to tell the truth. And my mother…”, she trails off and blinks in order to ward off those annoying tears. “She was right about me”, she says resigned, humiliated even.
Myrtle lets out a small chuckle at her words. “Oh, my sweet girl. She was never right about you. You’ve been nothing, but great for the Coven. Y/n learned so much from you, so did the other girls. Not only are you a powerful witch, but you’re also their role model, an example of goodness and justice. You formed a family first and foremost”, she speaks confidently, eyeing her with a soft, compassionate gaze. Cordelia has always been like a daughter to her. She has watched her grow up unlike Fiona. And just unlike her, Myrtle assisted to so many changes in her, so much potential and strength. “I know you’re suffering, and so is Y/n. Her aura unleashes a shaky energy around the Coven. She’s unstable, just like you”
“Her powers are tied. They will never balance, until I’m gone. I’m holding her back. I’m keeping her for being the most powerful witch”, she sniffles and lightly shakes her head. She knew the consequences of guarding such a power, she knew that sooner or later she should have left her girls, you above all others. But she never would have imagined to have such a short time with you.
“Y/n isn’t ready to let go of you”, Myrtle quietly comments, averting her gaze from Cordelia.
Frowning, she adds, “I’m not ready, either”, she is frustrated, enraged even. It wasn’t fair. How scared she was of letting you down. How preoccupied she was of disappointing you. “I feel like I made so many bad decisions. I don’t trust myself anymore on what’s right and what’s wrong”, she sniffles, madly wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “I never told her I loved her to begin with. I failed to show her how much she truly means to me. And now, all I have left for her are some terrible news that will shatter her heart into pieces, her eyes flutter close for a moment and more tears stream down her face. "How can I do this to her?”
“Oh, my sweet child, Y/n knows”, Myrtle looks close to tears. “Haven’t you noticed the way she looks at you?”, she tries, moving closer to her. “She is neither blind nor naive. Don’t make the same mistake as your mother. Don’t underestimate her”, she says, both firmly and softly.
Cordelia’s heartbeat quickens, as she presses her lips together in order to suppress a sob.
“She knows you love her, and deep down you know she loves you too”
Cordelia sniffles after that comforting statement. She lifts her legs to the chest and wraps her shaky arms around them. Then she places her chin above her knees. She takes a deep breath, “I can accept the fact that I’m dying, what I cannot bear is the thought of her hating me for leaving her”
Myrtle chuckles softly at her silly concern. “Even under torture, Y/n could hate you. You know how stubborn that girl can be, and-”, she trails off when Cordelia’s eyes widen. Her posture stiffens, yet she lets go of her legs, leaping back.
“No”
“What’s happening?”, Myrtle promptly asks.
A terrible ache in her heart is what follows. She looks down at her hands, in shock. “No, no, no…”, she doesn’t feel dizzy when she gets up from the chair. Her concern increases. On the contrary, she feels better. “Where’s Y/N?”, she feels her blood run cold as she screams your name.
By looking into those frightened dark orbs of hers, Myrtle fears the worst. “Her room. Now”, she urges her, as both of them rush upstairs.
