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   You were carried through the halls, it was hard to coordinate as your mind kept shutting down. Your body constantly shivering and eyelids heavy due to the grueling cold. You didn’t know how long it took, it felt like hours but probably was just a few minutes. You likely lost consciousness because than a second current of perishing cold water splashed against your body, you found yourself pinned against the wall.

   You gulped warm air like you drank water in the summer heat. You blinked few times trying to adjust your eyes to the burning light. Your body struggled to move as you realized that your hands were chained to the wall and feet hardly touching the ground. You finally focused your vision at the intruders. In front of you stood Ms. Miriam Mead with two guards at her side. “Don’t waste your energy, the chains won’t break,” she said smirking.

   You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to the cold white wall. You weren’t scared. You knew what was going to happen. You noticed the ‘ritual’ repeated every few weeks, at least it seemed like that, it was really hard to keep track of time when you were stuck in this dark, boring bunker. It happened for no particular reason, maybe that was some kind of test, maybe physical or psychological health verify or maybe to keep everyone on guard and under control of strict rules.

   People would just disappear for a night and appear next morning roaming around the halls like zombies, terrified to remember anything from the last night. Their shirt’s sleeves tugged down carefully like they were desperately trying to hide something. And why? It was worthless. You perfectly understood it was the scars and bruises that they were covering. You knew it was just a matter of time, then one night you will be dragged there too.

   Water came in contact with your now chilly skin and completely soaked clothes for the third time now. “Oh, come on, isn’t it enough already?” you hissed as the electric shock hit your shoulder sending an electric wave through your body.  

 “This one is going to talk a lot,” you just chuckled at her comment, trying to relax your muscles a little. “What’s so funny?” you smiled, looking up at Ms. Median. “This is just silly, don’t you think?” this time you felt a tight fist came in contact with your ribs. But it made you laugh even more. They definitely didn’t want to break any bones, you noted that it probably will take too many resources for them to cure it. You could see the frustration rising, she was getting mad, Ms. Median didn’t understand why you were behaving this way.

   You could see the frustration rising in her face, she didn’t understand why you were behaving this way. Why you weren’t screaming like the others, why you thought it was some kind of fun entertainment.

   Ms. Median’s fingers wrapped around your neck roughly shoving your head back pressed to the wall. “Why am I here?” you questioned through your clenched teeth, looking down at her. “You broke the rule.” She smirked, you narrowed your eyes, “I didn’t do anything!” you shouted out loud.

   Suddenly, you heard familiar steady stick strikes into the bricked ground. With every smash appearing closer and closer, making your heart froze from too familiar sound. “What do we have here?” as you hear the voice you looked up seeing that Ms. Wilhelmina Venable had entered the room. Your eyes met for a breath second granting you strangely soft smile from her.

Ms. Median realized the grip on your neck, glancing at Ms. Venable. “(Y/N/L) Ms. Venable”. She didn’t nod or say anything, she just stood there, and it was just her eyes that moved. They inspected you, traveling up your body making it shiver more than freezing cold water ever could. And maybe it was because of exhaustion, but you could swear her eyes shadowed anxiety, under that cold stone mask you saw engraved worry.

 “You just always seem to know too much.” Ms. Median stated. You chuckled at the answer “Are you scared?” she narrowed her eyes at you. “Are you afraid, that I can smell your electronics from a mile away,” she slapped you hard this time. You shifted your jaw a little from the uncomfortable sensation. “Are you going to kill me for that?”

 “No!” the answer from Ms. Venable’s lips burst quicker than expected, your eyes shifted to her. Maybe it was the exhaustion shielding your mind and sense, but you could swear you saw her eyes shadowed by anxiety, under that cold stone mask you saw engraved worry. “Not for now, at least…” she said calmly.

   You heard the sound of pickpocket knife flip up. Ms. Median pulled back a little. One of the guards came up closer to your left chained arm. You glanced to the side, tearing your sleeve apart, she pressed the blade against your forearm, ready to cut, the cold metal tickled digging into your skin. You smirked, looking back “You are a fool if you think this is going to work for whatever you are planning.”

 “And why wouldn’t it?” Ms. Median asked. You leaned forwards as much as you could “Because it doesn’t hurt. Don’t you get it by now?” you felt tears forming in your eyes, “I can’t feel anything anymore!” you answered her question almost shouting. ''Where is nothing left to lose... not anymore..'' your last words almost sank into a whisper.

   With a swift nod of the Ms. Median, next guard came closer to you. Second, passed and you heard the electric taser load up in his hands. You closed your eyes ready for a paralyzing strike to your stomach, you knew it was going to be painful this time. But it was cut off by her voice. “Stop, unlock the chains and leave us alone” You opened your eyes and saw Ms. Venable slowly walking towards you. Her skin glowing in the bright light. “But…” she smashed the cane to the ground cutting of the hesitations “Do what I say” she demanded.

    You stumbled down, rubbing your wrists. Ms. Venable came closer to you. You stood up leaning your back against the wall, trying to recover your strength. She leaned her head to the side curiously looking at your collarbone.

   You felt slightly terrified being so close to her. Everything about her intrigued you, the way she moved and talked. She was one of the few things keeping you sane in this torturing, annoying place. And maybe she was, the only one still somehow making you feel alive anytime you see her. You were confused, why she stopped it, what she possibly could want from you? So when she moved her left hand to open your button-down shirt, you realized what caught her eye. She pushed the material revealing all the cuts and scars puzzled against your chest, shoulders, stomach.

   Her eyes ran through the small injuries, analyzing the bruises that were not quite healed yet. She lifted her hand moving it closer your skin, but as her slim fingers were about to touch the marked skin, she pulled away. “How did you get that?” she asked, her voice was softer whenever. You just stayed silent, trying to cover yourself, clenching the shirt tightly around your waist.

   She caught your chin, her hand, bringing your face up to look at her. “Then I ask, you answer, how did you get them?” you smiled at her. “Is it driving you insane, huh? That you don’t know anything about me?” She tightened her jaw and you suddenly you felt her hand come in contact with your cheek. You looked back at her smoothing the reddening skin, your tongue brushing your now slightly bloody bottom lip. You chuckled “It drives you crazy that everyone is in your charge, except for me. But most of all you hate it because you like it.”

   She was about to do it again. But you straighten up and cough her arm before it could slap you again. Now your faces were inches apart, all you needed to do was just lightly tug her wrist and your lips would touch. And you did, you pulled her forwards connecting your lips. For the first time in years, you finally felt something ignite in you. But then unexpectedly those soft lips started to move against yours and didn’t shove you back into the wall, your body set on fire.

  For a split second, you parted away from lack of oxygen. Challenging you she gripped your shirt collar swiftly pulling you back into the kiss, wrapping her hand around your shoulders. You smiled, lifting your hand to circle around her waist, but as it appeared on her lower back, she suddenly pushed you away into the cold wall.

 “How dare, you” you just smiled as her cheeks were a bit reddish. “You broke the rule.”

 “Hm, I am not the only one,”. “You kissed me” Ms. Venable stated. “Well, you kissed me back” you leaned closer to her “I made the headmaster break his own rules” you chuckled.

 “Guards!” she summoned. “Lead Miss (Y/N) to her room”. You bow down playfully before you were dragged out of the room.

   You sank your back into now surprisingly dry bed. You just kept looking into the ceiling for a few minutes flying by the latest events. You brought your hand to your face, you smiled, lightly brushing your lips. Well, now it was impossible for you to fall back to sleep. ‘If every ‘ritual’ night is going to be the same, I think I can handle it’  you thought to yourself.

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But instead of the alarm, on the phone screen, which literally almost blind you with that bright light, you saw Camila’s name light up on the display. Your eyebrows frowned in confusion as you hit the answer button.

“Yeah,” you said with a thick morning voice. “We need you to come here” you could barely hear her voice from the other line because of the loud music and laughter coming from the background.

“Good morning to you too” you rubbed your eyes. ‘Please, get off the bar, it’s supposed to serve you drinks not to be your dance partner.’ You chuckled as you heard a familiar voice in the back “Wait, what’s happening?” you asked.

You heard the sound of someone snatching the phone from Camila’s hands. “Please, just come here, we need your help at the bar” Monica’s voice, which you heard earlier talking in the background answered. “It’s like five in the morning and I haven’t even gone for my morning run yet. Did something happen?”

“It’s half past tree if exact and you can do it while you come here,” she said ending the call. You sighed heavily, “Of course,”

You clenched your jacket tighter around your waist to feel warmer as you walked down the street. You were near the bar as you slowed down due to the lines of people gathered near the building. Of course, the city was always busy, even at such late hour, but rarely in this part, almost never occupied by at least fifty parked cars near the street. You narrowed your eyebrows at the sight.

You moved forwards the building, noticing your friend Gabriella was standing with a list blocking people from the entrance. You quickly passed the line, ignoring the annoyed shouts, which were coming your way. Excusing yourself as you got behind someone you stood in front of your friend. “Name?” she commanded not noticing you. “Really, name?”, “Or password it doesn’t really matter?” she said still looking down at the papers. You leaned forwards, “Is it a ‘JUM JUM’” she looked up confused “Corr… Oh, it’s you”. You shook your head slightly, “Really from all of our passwords?” . “Well, it was either this or ‘NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE US’.” You rolled your eyes chuckling.

You point at the crowd behind you “What’s happening?” She took a deep breath. “So apparently the party which was reserved at the bar involves some real famous people,” she handed you the list, your eyes widen as your eyes quickly caught few important names. “And someone must have leaked the location because all of these people behind you are trying to get in now”.

You were squeezing through the sweaty bodies dancing in the music rhythm. As you were a hand stretch from the bar. Suddenly into you stumbled a woman. In the reflex, you stretched your arms catching her, but her drink splashed against your button up shirt.

You gasped as the cold liquid sunk through the material and stuck to your skin. “Oh, I am so, so sorry,” she said, trying to regain her balance. The alcohol in her system was probably starting to hit her.

“It’s alright,” you held her strongly while helping her to stand steadily on her feats. You couldn’t see her face property as she was looking down at your chest, trying to wipe out the stains of the shirt, but just making it worst. “It’s okay,” you said once again. “No, wait, we can clean it up” You lightly touched her forearms trying to get her attention. “Everything is go-good…” you stuttered as you were left breathless than she finally looked up at you. Locking your vision with those dark intoxicating brown eyes. Her blond hair, which was probably in a perfect condition couple of hours ago now was a bit messy. But it only made her look even more irresistible.

After a few seconds just standing there stunned you beat yourself to say something. “Are you okay?” She was looking at you hypnotized for a couple of seconds more before answer slipped through her lips. “Yeah, I am alright. Like real good”. “Okay,” you chuckled at her enthusiastic voice. “Thank you for saving me”. She flashed a smile at you.

You smiled back at her asking. “Can I?” You stretched your right hand for her. She was still looking at you somehow amazed, you thought it was because of the alcohol, she took your hand, nodding. You spun her around admiring her dark dress, how perfectly it hugged her figure. How neckless resting on her chest and earrings attached to her ears flashed in the changing lights. But from all it was her face, those eyes and smile that shined the most, she was absolutely gorgeous. “You look fascinating by the way!”

As she faced you again, now was wearing a grin on her face. For a split second her gaze dropped down to look at your appearance, making you slightly shiver. “Not too bad yourself,” You glanced down to look at yourself. You were wearing a simple white button up shirt which was now wet with some black jeans. Nothing fancy or charming. Literally, the first clothes you found to throw on yourself at 3 am. You chuckled, looking back at her, “As you say”.

You gazed at her for a few more seconds as she slowly closed her eyes. Her body carefully swayed to the soft melody in the background. You stood there hypnotized by her movements, that you didn’t notice how her eyes flew open. Until you felt her finger pining around your wrist and securing your arms around her slim waist, bringing your bodies closer.

Her hands now sliding up your shoulders, then the side of your neck until her palms reached your jaw, her slim fingers brushing your checks. Her gently touch making your face relax and eyelids heavy, until the last song notes died and were changed with something more ear-splitting.

“I guess you own me a dance now,” she whispered, you could sense the tequila from her lips. “How is it that you are the one splashing me with a drink, but I am the one owning you the dance, huh?” she innocently shrugs her shoulder, making you chuckle.

“So, won’t I hear my savior’s name?” she pouted. “If you let me get you a drink, I may will”. She lifted her eyebrow at you, “Okay, but first,” she leaned closer your lips inches apart. She pointed her finger at your chest blade. “I want to hear your name”. You smiled at her charmingly, her hot breath tickled your lips “(Y/N)”.

“I am Sarah,” she said, resting her hand on your shoulder. Your hand traveled the length of her arm landing on top of hers “Oh, I know” you smiled.

For a split second through on her face flashed surprise. You pointed, lightly at her name card that was for some reason attached to the dress. “It says it here,” Sarah parted her lips understandingly nodding. “Also, I am a fan of your work. Big fan.” She smiled widely realizing that she had just been slightly tricked.

You took her hand lightly squeezing it while guiding both of you to the bar. She sat next to you on one of those spinning bar stools, clenching your shirt sleeve lightly not completely trusting her moves yet.

You were searching for the barman and it was her voice that made you look back at her. “It’s ruined, I am sorry,” she stared down at your shirt, her face more serious now. “It’s nothing. It’s just…” from here you could feel the strong scent of beverage, you didn’t know if it was because of the shirt or due to the warm sensation still lingering on your lips from earlier, being so close to her “tequila”.

Not even looking up at you she stated, “I think I got something in my car.” She tried to stand up, but almost stumbled “Woah,” you stopped her just in time. “You, don’t move. Don’t worry about it, okay?” you lifted her chin up lightly for her to look at you. “You hear me?” she gazed into your eyes, barely nodding.

“Now, let’s get you something to drink, that you won’t trip again. Water here please!” you shouted. “Hey, I thought we were getting more drinks.” she frowned. You turned to her “And we are, but I never said it was an alcoholic one”. She narrowed her eyes at you “You are no fun,” she mumbled, hitting your shoulder lightly. “Oh, I am no fun?”. “Yeah!” she shouted chuckling. “Well, you are hella drunk,” she grinned widely leaning her chin on her hand closer to you “Oh, trust me, you have seen nothing” her eyes seductive pierced at you, making you gulp slightly.

“Here you go boss!” The bartender interrupted by placing down two glasses of cold water on the table. You thanked turning back and were met with two frowned eyebrows and lightly opened jaw. She looked so cute than confused. “Wait…” you ignored her. “Here, drink it” you pushed one glass closer towards her. She took the smallest sip you ever saw. “You are…” you cut her off. “To the bottom, Paulson!” you demanded. “Then, questions” with few quick gulps she downed the glass. Slightly shocked you replaced her glass with yours “That was quick…”.

“Now,” she said. “Did I hear this right?” you nodded. “Yeah, my friends and I kind of own this bar”. “I have found this place couple of months ago and it’s one of my favorites ever since. How could I have never seen you?” you smiled at her lightly. “I was away for a few weeks traveling, also I rarely work in the night shifts. But I think I may reconsider this?” she smiled, looking away a little.

“Am I making Sarah Paulson blush?” you narrowed your eyes playfully. “What, nooo…” she brought the glass to her lips shaking her head. You laughed lightly, “Well, it’s an honor”.

She placed the glass down on the table, looking a bit clear-headed. Sarah once again gazed at you, making you confused. God, this whole time she made your head spin and heart skip multiple beats.

“Give me your phone,” she said out of the blue. “What?” “Just give it to me.” You hand it to her hesitantly, “Password?” she asked intensively looking at the screen. That’s there you realized that this was a bad idea. She looked up from the phone, not hearing the answer “Come on, it’s not like it’s ‘SEXYPAULSON’ or something that you couldn’t tell me…”. You just kept looking at the scratched table surface, like it was the most entertaining thing to do right now. “Are you serious?” you heard her say almost in a giggly tone. “No, no it’s not, it’s just ‘SUPREME’”. You heard her chuckle “You are such a nerd” she teased, “Oh, shut up,” she just smiled widely at your comment, looking down, entering the letters.

“Oh...” you could hear surprise and joy mixed with her voice. “Oh, no…” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. ‘How could I forget about my background image?’ “What are you going to do, Sarah?” you murmured against your hands. “You’ll see,” she said excited.

You turned your head little to the side, to see what she was planning to do. You were met with the cutest sight ever. She was taking selfies with various facial expressions you could think of, acting like three years old, narrowing her eyebrows, wrinkling her nose or sticking her tongue out. In surprise, she leaned closer to and pecked your cheek. You felt how your cheeks rose up and heart sank down your chest. “Now, one more thing,” she whispered. Typing something, after a couple of minutes, she handed back your phone.

“What was all of that for?” you asked. “You know, for saving me”. “You think having an opportunity to talk to you wouldn’t be enough of a reward?”

“I can take it back if you don’t…” you cut her off quickly “Nooo,” sliding your phone swiftly back into the pocket. Making her smile widely. “And no, you need to be rewarded with something so much more than any of this.” You blushed looking away once again.

You heard how someone approached the bar. “Finally, I found you…” she said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Ew, why are you wet?” you turned, seeing Camila brushing her sticky fingers to her jeans. “It’s my bad, I kind of crashed into (Y/N)” Sarah said making you laugh, from the side of your eye you could see Camila’s shocked face, her jaw parted a little. “I am sorry,” she bumped her elbow into your side, “To interrupt you two,” she did a double hit this time, making you squirm in pain a bit.

“Did something happen?” you bumped back at her side. Making Sarah slightly chuckled “Yeah, right…” she said, turning to you “Most of the guests are getting ready to leave and they are concerned that they won’t really be available to make it through the front doors because of the people still gathered at the entrance, what should we do?”.

“Okay,” you thought for a few seconds “Let’s export them through the back doors then, I think there is a key in the office.”

“Alright, I will inform the people, also I think there is something you can change into in the office,”. “Okay, thank you.” She turned, but before walking away mouthed at you ‘Is that?’ You shifted to the side, making sure Sarah won’t see and you won’t embarrass yourself even more ‘I know’.

It wasn’t even fifteen minutes that you were talking to Sarah, then your eyes caught someone randomly jumping in the background. For a split second your eyes glanced to the side, you instantly recognized the person. It was your friend Monica weirdly signaling at you. You looked back at Sarah, trying to ignore the surroundings and concentrate your attention to her story.

It was hard. You looked to the side once more, narrowing your eyes at the distance, she was hysterically waving her hands at you. Sarah noticed that something was bothering you. “Is something wrong?” you quickly glanced back at her. “I am so sorry. It’s just my friend in the back, trying to somehow telepathically communicate with me, that is really distracting and confusing.” She turned around. Monica suddenly froze and innocently waved at us.

“Oh god,” you whispered. Sarah chuckled, looking back at you “You have some fun friends”. “Yeah, and crazy ones too” you smiled. “But then you realize you are just as weird as them and all you can do is support and love them.” “That’s true,” Sarah said, warmly smiling.

“Would you excuse me, I think they need some help at the back with the people” you were about to stand up, but she grabbed your hand stopping you. “Can I go with you?”. You asked, surprised, “Why would you like to go?”

“Because,” you felt her fingers traveled the shape of your arm “I am not yet ready to let you go”. You were fascinated watching her face, as her sight followed her hand now running through your collarbone. “Also, I want to say goodbye to friends and co-stars too”.

You were helping guests to leave. They said their thanks, how much they enjoyed and that definitely will be coming back. Sarah also said goodbye to her dear friends. You not going to lie, but you could swear a few times you heard your name leaving her lips.

After solid thirty minutes, the bar was empty, there were just girls, Sarah and you. As you were in the office finally changing from that wet shirt into something cozy and warm, you heard a knock on the doors. “Come on in,” you shouted, tossing the bottom up shirt on the couch. You saw Sarah entering the room. “Cool design,” she said, looking around. “Yeah, I kind of,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“You are leaving, aren’t you?” you came closer to her. “Yes, the car should be in a few,” she said somehow sadly. You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “Well, it’s really late or just in time if you are a morning person” you shivered from the thought making her chuckle.

You narrowed your eyes at her “Where’s your coat? You know it’s not that hot outside” you asked as she was standing just in her dress for a night. “I didn’t take it with me”. “Are you serious? Wait a second,” you are going to catch a cold or something, wait” you went to your chair taking your jacket. “Here,” you came closer to her, wrapping her in the material. “No, it’s okay,” she tried to argue. “Oh, yes, we don’t want you to catch a cold or something”. She smiled at tightly wrapping your jacket around her shoulders. “Why are you so sweet?”

You looked up at her. “You know, sometimes you just simply wish happiness for someone, you want to see them smile even if you are never going to be the part of their life. You just want for them to feel happy because you believe that this person deserves it. “ You looked down “I know, it’s probably silly, but…”

“No, it’s not,” she said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “It means that you have a big and kind heart.” Her other hand came up to brush your check “And maybe it was damaged some time ago” you clenched your fists lightly, “So you try to cover it up in any possible way. And every time you try to help and protect other it seems that it almost happens, it almost fulfills it.” she placed her hand on your heart.

“But there still is that void lingering inside that looks like will never disappear.” She lifted your head up to look up at her “And maybe all you need is just that one person” you could feel slight tears forming your eyes. “Just that one person, who you could share that hurt with, who will help you to heal those wounds. Maybe that’s what you are missing.”

Before you could control yourself, you hugged her tightly, she wrapped her hands around hugging you just as tight. She was right, there was something missing.

“Don’t you dare forget our dance,” she whispered brightening the mood. You chuckled, pulling away “Never,”

“The car is here” you heard Gabriella shout.

Sarah smiled widely at you. She kissed your cheek before pulling away from you. “I see you soon”, “See you”. You were hypnotized looking at her, before disappearing in the doorway, she winked at you.

You crumbled into the chair. You felt your phone vibrate. Taking it out you saw the text ‘I took your shirt that you won’t escape from the dance’ you looked up and couldn’t find your white wet shirt anymore. ‘And yes, I let myself to upgrade your background’ You unlocked the phone and instead of Sarah’s photo it was her kissing your cheek that she took earlier this night.

You heard the girls enter the room. “So it was really her, huh?” you heard Camila say, you barely nodded placing the phone down. Suddenly something hit you, so you looked up narrowing your eyebrows, “Wait, how long have you know the list for?”

“About thirty minutes before the party,” assured Gabriella collapsing on the couch “Do you really needed my help today?” you asked. “If for real, no,” Monica said, sitting down on the chair in front of you. You chuckled. “You all are crazy,”. “We love you too,” she said. “What? We didn’t know if it was going to happen. We just called you.”

“Wait, why aren’t you freaking out or something,” Camila asked, leaning against the table “Because we all did for you.” “Oh, trust me I am, I just been delaying it”. You all laughed.

•        Cordelia holds your hand at the dinner or time to time winking at you across the table, making you blush.

•         God, she loves making you blush.

•         Supporting and helping each other at any time or situation. You are always standing by her side: at meetings, announcements…

•         She gives you private classes at the greenhouse or her bedroom to improve your skills.

•         It usually takes place around midnight, which really doesn’t help you to concentrate. As her voice becomes husky from whispering and her touch so intoxicating against your skin that distracts you so much when she comes closer.

•         That often leads two of you somewhere definitely not magical skills perfecting.

•         Cordelia is the dominant one here. Especially if she is in the Supreme mode (I will just leave this one here, without detailing). It would always be very intimate, gentle and passionate, never just about the physical contact, it’s about emotional connection.

•         She drags you to her greenhouse to teach you various potions or just dance to the music as she is working.

•         Most of all you loved watching as she was working it doesn’t matter if it was in the greenhouse or with the girls, you loved seeing how her face would light up every time, as she did what she loved.

•         The few times you couldn’t stop yourself so you kissed her. She was taken back a little from surprise but kissed you back sweetly “You know, if we were in my greenhouse, I would love for you to continue, but I am kind of in the middle of something,” she whispered “Mhm, yeah right, sorry” you flashed her a smile leaving her with slightly reddish cheeks and surrounded by young shocked witches.

•         She loves to watch how you teach. And sometimes paybacks you for the kiss, leaving you breathless and furiously blushing.

•         Being the best game couple team. Always winning. Girls getting annoyed that you always win especially Madison. “That’s not fear they basically have their own language or something!”

•         On the weekends you would try to get up earlier than her. But she would beat you up every time. Sitting next to you in bed with a tray of breakfast. “Not this time babe” she would say, knowing how much you want for once to surprise her.

•          But sometimes she would let you win. You would make her favorite pancakes bringing it to the bed for her. As she would still sleepily sit up in bed, you would a squeeze flower into her hair. You believe she was the most beautiful at these moments, still drowsy from the sleep, with her still messy hair and her walls not yet up on guard, it’s just her, the real Cordelia Goodie. You would whisper “Good morning beautiful”. She would definitely award you with a passionate kiss.

•         Getting engaged secretly. Myrtle figures it right away. And being extremely supporting and loving. She is so happy that Cordelia finally found someone really makes her happy and truly and unconditionally loves her, just like she does.

•         Girls getting suspicions as the days go on. Finally telling the news to them. They are being super excited and asking all the details. Madison is a little mad that you didn’t tell them earlier. “Why didn’t you say it first and why Myrtle is the first on to find out?” “They didn’t tell me anything and even if they did I won’t be surprised. I am not the one who creates multiple fan accounts, which crazy fangirls about their ‘ship’ or whatever you kids these days call it.” Madison would roll her eyes, making you two laugh “True, but still…”

•         Your days will always end either cuddling each other or you lying your head down at her chest while she reads a book.

•         She whispers you goodnight while placing a loving kiss on your forehead. “I love you (Y/N)”, you would smile, “I love you too Cordelia, so much.

•         Cordelia and you share a strong, unconditional, selfless, pure… love with each other, which will exist lifetimes.

I want to thank all of you for the feedbacks in my last story. You all are so sweet. Thank you once again.

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 Cordelia leaned on her hand closer to you, for a second glancing up at the clock. “Just in time.” You hummed “Mhm, always”. You quickly peeked at Zoe, who was sitting in front of you, she nodded assuring that everything was okay.

 The day was exhausting but pretty successful you thought to yourself. The lesson went smoothly, with a couple advices to one or another, every single one succeeded to perform the cast. You brought a few jokes which were met by a full room of laughter, it was nice to see everyone smiling and enjoying themselves, which was starting to become rare.

 It seemed these few days it was so much easier to teach groups of teenage girls who were witches to cast several spells than to live in the house chained by tension, that caused the latest events.

 You weren’t that concerned about the girls as much as you were worried about the Supreme. Even if Cordelia was trying to hide her emotions and look strong around the girls, as she walked through the hall or watched their practice, it didn’t pass through either your or Zoe’s eyes.

 Both of you tried to talk to her about everything that was going on, about the warlocks and their obsession about alphas, to dominate above the witches, about the sudden threat Michael Langdon, who definitely wasn’t a warlock, about her condition and powers. But anytime you two will try to bring it up, she would just shoo it away, suppressing her feelings and thoughts inside of her.

 And this was what you were most afraid of, as long as she will hold everything so tightly within her, the worse it would break through. Cordelia wasn’t the person who would do reckless things, everything was well-considered and calculated. But you feared, if nobody is going to be near to comfort and distract her she would do something careless.

 You and Zoe would constantly change between class to inspect Cordelia, even if it was from the distance. It wasn’t hard to do it at night as you and Cordelia were basically living in the same room, just most of your clothes and stuff were still left in your old room.

 Cordelia didn’t eat much, most of the time she just observed the table, listened to the noise that surrounded the table.

Suddenly, you felt that your right hand was tightly squeezed, you turned to the side doing the double check, as you saw Cordelia's face stained with a couple of tears. Your left hand put the glass on the table and appeared on top of hers. “Cordelia,” you whispered, she closed her eyes and looked down. “Are you okay?” after a few seconds, she glanced up at you nodding, but approve it really didn’t reach her eyes. “I think it’s enough for me tonight, I will go to my room”.

 You narrowed your eyebrows concerned. “I am coming with you then”. From the side of your eye, you saw that Zoe also sensed that something was wrong. “No, please stay, finish your dinner. I will be upstairs.” Knowing that, you will try to object, she squeezed your hand again. Your eyes followed her as she stood up wishing everyone Goodnight disappeared upstairs.

 Something was not right, you could feel it. You looked up at Zoe, she was wearing a similar expression on her face. “Would you guys handle everything here?” she nodded and bowed her head to the side, “Go”.

You leaned against the doors, hearing soft sobs coming from the inside. Your body tensed up as you rushed into the room, closing the doors behind you. Cordelia was sitting on the bed, her face in her hands.

“Cordelia,” you said softly, taken by surprise she quickly looked up at you. Her face and eyes were reddish from crying. You sat beside, taking her hands in your, that she won’t hide in them again. “Please, tell me what happened?”.

She was looking away, trying to contain her emotion, but it was difficult. “You don’t have to hide from me Delia, just tell please, tell me what happened.” Your fingers reached the side of her face, brushing the warm skin, asking for attention. “I am tired, I can’t, I don’t know anymore…” her words almost sank into the whisper. She turned to face you, her eyes wet and helpless, “How I am going to save my girls?” At the last words, the tears started to run her face uncontrollably again.

You brought her closer to your chest. Your hand gently ran through her long golden hair. Her soft lips were vibrating against your neck as she was silently crying.

You tried to calm her down, whispering sweet calming and loving words.

“I am here. You are safe.” You paused for a second, twisting her light locks between your fingers. “Everyone is safe. Everything is going to be okay.”

As the words left your lips she pulled away a little from your embrace. But your hands stayed firmly secured on her waist, frightened that she could fade away and despair any second.

“Is it?” You narrowed your eyebrows at the sudden question. “Is it really going to be okay?” She said once more, not glancing up to look you in the eyes.

You pinned your finger under her chin. Gently lift it up, until your eyes met dark tearful ones.

“You are the most powerful Cordelia.” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly while her eyes drop down at her hands which tightly clenched the white bed sheets.

“I am not powerful, not for long at least. I can’t… My powers, they…” her throat tightened at the words that were about to escape her lips. “I am afraid they are not enough to protect you,” she tightened her jaw, she hated so much to feel helpless, “or save my girls or the…”

 You interrupted her by moving your hand to cup her cheek, slowly brushing the soft skin with your thumb.

“Cordelia,” you said, asking her to look up at you. She hesitated for a second but gave in.

Her eyes met yours once again and your face softened at the sight. She was and will always be the most incredible, the most beautiful woman to you.

“It’s not about the power.” She narrowed her eyebrows for a moment listening to your words. “It’s not all about the powerfulness in your magic that helped you to get so far, that guided you to overcome various obstacles in your life and will help you to defeat anything that will come your way. You don’t always have to be the most powerful witch to win.”

Your fingers ghostly danced up the side of her face and appeared at her temple. “It’s about your mind.” Your eyes peeked down to her lips, as your thumb now brushed her bottom lip. “It’s about your words.”

She was stunned. Her eyes never leaving yours, so intensively pierced at you. If not the slightly shifting shoulders every time she inhaled and exhaled or time to time quick blinks that shadowed her eyes, you wouldn’t even believe she was real.

You took her hand. “It’s about your actions.” You kissed it lightly. “About the purpose.” Your free hand moved up to her chest landing down. “It’s about your heart.” You noticed how one more tear had escaped, you brushed it away tenderly.

“And you Cordelia Goode, the most powerful witch in the world, the queen of witches, The Supreme, my dear Delia. You are the most powerful of them all.”

You saw how her face finally spread a soft smile. You smiled back at her and before you could catch up, she wrapped her hands tightly around your neck, bringing you two closer, kissing you like you were the most important thing in this world for her. She definitely was yours.

It felt amazing, just like the first time, her soft lips perfectly pressed against yours.

As you both finally pulled away, your eyes flew open to meet warm brown ones. “I love you (Y/N), so much”. You smiled at her widely “I love you more”.

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