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Two kids with their hearts on fire, who’s gonna save us now?

“My darling, this is Cordelia. Cordelia Goode.” You stepped forward and hesitantly reached your arm out, and the blonde girl, and inch or so taller than you, smiled weakly and took the outstretched hand, shaking it twice and holding on for a moment longer, a shock traveling through her arm the second her skin connected to yours. “Hi. My name’s y/n.” you murmured, voice no louder than a whisper. Cordelia nodded and said back “I’m Cordelia.” When you two parted, you cleared your throat and looked back to Myrtle, who watched the short interaction with a pleasant smile. When she noticed you looking at her she smiled a bit wider and said “Delia, could you show y/n to her room please? The two of you will be sharing yours.”

Cordelia nodded and smiled at the older witch and grabbed your hand carefully, already pulling you away from the redhead. You glanced back at her, who gave you a reassuring smile, before she disappeared around a corner. You stumbled as you tried to catch up to the blonde, who’s legs were just enough longer than yours that her pace was longer and faster. Finally she stopped and you once against stumbled forward, almost bumping into the girl. She spun on her heel and pushed  the door open, waving you forward, which you did slowly. She followed after you, leaving the thing open and lingering in the threshold.

You looked around, noticing the single empty bed, one already taken on the other side of the room, two desks, and overall just a two person room. What you assumed to be your side was empty, the was blank, whilst Cordelia’s was already decorated, plants of all shapes and sizes littering the nightstand and desk, which she blushed brightly at when you giggled at her clear obsession. It was a nice space, and you let the blonde girl know this with a bright smile and “This is nice. I think I’ll like it here.” The smile you got back was blinding, and you felt your heart flutter a little.

When we thought that we couldn’t get higher, things started looking down. Two kids with their hearts on fire, don’t let it burn us out.

“I-I don’t want to leave you, Delia. Come on, couldn’t I stay here, too?” You stuttered, holding Cordelia’s hands tightly between yours, both of you crying. But the blonde shook her head and smiled sadly, letting go of you and instead placing her hands on your cheeks, mumbling “No, y/n. Go on, have a life, make something for yourself. I-I’m sure we’ll see each other again, someday!” You sniffed, biting your lip to avoid letting out any embarrassing sounds. “Y-You promise, Delia? You promise you’ll find me again, right?” Cordelia nodded rapidly, pulling you into a crushing hug, which you returned immediately.

You didn’t release each other for long minutes, only doing so when a knock was heard on your door and Myrtle called out “Y/n, your mother is here. Hurry up, darling!” through the thick wood, her boots clicking as she walked away again. You let out a shuttered breath, your voice shaky as you said “I won’t forget you. Don’t forget me.” And Cordelia said “Never. We’ll always have each other. I’ll find you.” And that was the last time you saw her, for another ten years.

Think about what you believe in now, am I someone you cannot live without? Because I know I don’t wanna live without you, yeah.

You heaved a great sigh as you fell back onto your couch. You’d just gotten home from the store, which was unusually busy today for some reason and getting anywhere was practically impossible. Grabbing the TV remote, you turned the thing on and leaned back, trying to relax your sore legs from walking so much. Nothing interesting, until you paused to look at your phone, which had made a sharp ding that stopped you on a channel. You didn’t listen to what was being said, it was some interview, but you did tune in when a familiar voice spoke. You looked up quickly, and what you saw brought tears to your eyes. “Cordelia?” you whispered. And all at once your mind flashed through your memories with the blonde, going back to the time when you fell for her.

Come on, let’s turn this all around, bring it all back to that bar downtown, where you wouldn’t let me walk out on you, yeah.

“Y/n get back here!” Cordelia giggled, a few too many drinks in her system getting the better of her. “Come onnn y/nnnn, stop thaaatt,” her words dragged out in her state, but you just sighed and rolled your eyes, coming up to her and stopping her from ordering another drink. When she refused to get up and go home, like you knew she should, you finally said “Well I’m going back to the academy, I’m tired. If you won’t come with me then you can call a cab.” But before you could get further you felt a pair of long arms wrap around your waist and a face being pushed into your neck. You froze.

Cordelia giggled against your skin and mumbled “Don’t be that waaayyy. Come on, let’s go, I‘m tired too.” You chuckled breathlessly, pulling her off of you so you could wrap her arm around your shoulders and help her out of the bar, stumbling as she leaned most of her weight on you. The blonde didn’t get drunk often, but when she did it was....a sight.

Went from one conversation to your lips on mine, and you said I never regretted the day that I called you mine. So can I call you mine?

Everything went so fast. One of the girls managed to convince you to admit your feelings for your beautiful roommate, and now you were in your room, back pressed against the door, with the blonde on top of you. Her mouth pressed against yours roughly, the kiss heated and rushed, her hands trailing down your waist and hips, yours wrapped around her neck. The two of you kissed each other like at any moment one of you would disappear, like this was the only time you’d ever get to do this. And when Cordelia finally pulled away she pressed her forehead against yours and giggled, after a moment asking you “Y/n, will you be mine?” Your chest constricted and your throat closed up, body almost overflowing with adoration and you answered with another rough kiss, this time taking the lead and showing her exactly how much you wanted to be completely hers.

Broke kids running through the city, drunk on the subway train, set free every time you kissed me, we couldn’t feel no pain.

“Delia, Delia, hurry up, we’re gonna miss the train!” You laughed wildly and dragged your girlfriend through the New York subway, sprinting towards the soon to be closed doors of the train, and you barely managed to tug her through before they shut behind you two. Both of you giggled, breathless from running for five minutes, and collapsed together onto the nearest seat. In one hand you held Cordelia’s, the other a glass bottle of beer, Cordelia holding the same. The two of you had enough of those already, but you didn’t know self control and had continued to drink.

You both giggled and kept taking large swigs of your alcohol, talking loudly, though it was blocked out mostly by the rest of the people and the sound of the train on it’s tracks, so you could be as loud as you wanted, falling into each other and making one another laugh at some stupid joke about whatever you could think about. And one thing led to another, and you found yourself pressing your lips to hers for a few fleeting moments, and pulled away with a chuckle as her face lit up in a bright blush.

You looked at me and I looked at you, like we’d never look away. Broke kids running through the city, don’t let the memory fade.

Cordelia cuddled up against you and looked out over the amazing view from your shared apartment with the rest of the girls on the trip. She laid her head on your shoulder and sighed quietly, making you chuckle and wrap your arm around her waist, holding her close. Without thinking, you whispered “I love you Cordelia.” into the silence, and froze immediately after, as did the blonde. A tense few minutes passed, but finally, just as quiet, she murmured “I love you too, y/n.” and you couldn’t help but whimper, pulling her into a bruising kiss as you bathed in the lights of New York.

You said “Hey what you doing for the rest of your life?” and I said “I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight.”

You didn’t waste any time in getting things ready for the trip. You’d moved to New York, wanting to live in that same place that you stayed with the love of your life all those years ago, and feel closer to her as you couldn’t return to her in person. You just couldn’t, until now. Until you saw that same stunning blonde, on your television set, telling young witches from all over the world to come to the Academy. The day was tomorrow, where she was allowing everyone in to be tested, interviewed. And you were going to be there if it killed you. So you found a change of clothes, chose an outfit to wear, some food and water, and shoved it all in a backpack, and prepared for the next day.

You barely got any sleep, but it didn’t matter because the thought of seeing Cordelia again was enough to keep you energized. The next morning came slowly, but it did come, and you were quick to change. Everything was ready, so you ate a quick breakfast, swung the pack over your shoulder, and focused as hard as you could. This was dangerous, so very dangerous, to do, transmuting all the way across the country, but you knew that Academy and it’s neighborhood like the back of your hand, and it wasn’t as hard as you thought. You’d been practicing your powers, of course, not wanting to let them decrease, and you’d found yourself getting better.

When you opened your eyes your throat tightened and your eyes welled up with happy tears; you were home. You were back home, it was finally time. Witches were already beginning to line up and you didn’t hesitate to launch yourself into the crowd, trying to push past people as subtly as you could, making your way past the gate through people and finally stopping to look up. The building looked the same as when you first came here. White, and huge, and magnificent. It took you way too long to get inside, and when you did you were again brought back so many memories. Cordelia didn’t change anything.

Eventually someone walked up to you, a girl with long, dark brown hair who was about your height, and said “Hello. What’s your name?” You told her, and she said “Are you here to see Cordelia, or something else?” Your heart swelled at hearing her name again, and you quickly said “I’m here for Cordelia. She...we knew each other. Can I...do you know where she is?” The girl nodded and glanced around, guiding you silently through the house, past the angel-wing stair case, and in front of a familiar door. She said “This is her office. Good luck.” and walked away, seeming to know that the two of you would want some time alone. You thanked her quietly and raised your hand, hovering it above the door for a moment before knocking sharply three times.

“Come in!” you did so, quickly, closing the door without turning around and looking at her. Your beautiful, perfect, powerful Delia. Her power was radiating off of her, it was so much stronger than the last time you saw each other. She said “What do you need Zoe?” not raising her head just yet. In a choked voice, you said “Delia?” and her head finally rose, her face flickering through so many emotions before settling on shock. “Y/n?” she breathed, and you smiled, tears pricking in your eyes as you nodded. Within an instant she was on you, her arms wrapped tightly around your body. She was still a few inches taller than you, and you pushed your head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar perfume.

She didn’t pull away at all as she whispered “I can’t believe you’re here. I’m so sorry I didn’t find you, I promised I would find you and I didn’t. I got s-so busy with the coven and my life and--and I just never had time but you’re here now and--oh my god you’re here.” Her words were hurried and she finally moved away, holding you at arms length and searching your face, your smile as beautiful as she remembered, eyes twinkling with that familiar glint that they always did.

Went from one conversation to your lips on mine, and you said “I never regretted the day that I called you mine.”

Cordelia couldn’t stop herself from crushing her lips to yours, the force pushing you back against the closed door. You let out a surprised gasp, but your arms moved from her waist to her neck in a split-second, needing her to be as close as possible, lips moving in sync with hers. They still fit perfectly together, just like they used to.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated, and you felt the blonde’s tongue swipe against your lip, but when you didn’t allow it past she didn’t hesitate to slide her hands from your waist down, pinching the skin at the crest of your ass, causing you to gasp. She took the given opportunity and darted her tongue inside your mouth, not wasting a moment in brushing it against yours, smiling into the kiss when you responded in turn, returning the gesture. You moaned against her when she bit your lower lip, the sound being swallowed by Cordelia’s own mouth, and she smirked a little bit wider, making you whimper again. This was exactly where you had wanted to be for the past ten years, and you couldn’t have felt better.

Think about what you believe in now, am I someone you cannot live without? Cuz I know I don’t wanna live without you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” you whispered against Cordelia’s neck, hands gliding across her heated skin and down her body, relishing in the little moans and whimpers you could still pull out of her from even the smallest touches. It had been too long since you’d been with her like this, and you wanted to take it slow, relearn every curve and dip in her figure, every little detail being noted away for later, what touch made her react the most, where you could kiss to make her moan again. “I love you, so much,” the blonde repeated your sentiments, pulling you up by your hair from her torso into another bruising kiss, which you returned just as hard.

Breathing heavily, Cordelia gasped out “Never leave me again, you hear me? I refuse to live without you, ever.” You grinned and returned to your spot at her stomach, sliding back down her body and closer to the place that she wanted, needed, you. “Never again, Delia. Never again.”

And you said “I never regretted the day that I called you mine.” So can I call you mine?

You lay with your head on Cordelia’s chest, arm wrapped around her stomach and naked body pressed completely against her own, both of you silent as she rubbed patterns on your back absently. You hummed under your breath and said again “I’ve loved you all these years you know. I kept my promise, I never forgot you. I moved to New York, where we stayed on that one trip. Remember that?” Cordelia tittered and murmured “How could I not? Where you first told me you loved me?” You nodded, smiling against her chest and humming again. “Yeah, that one.” you said. The two of you fell back into silence, still tracing unrecognizable patterns on each other’s skin.

So can I call you mine?

Can I call you mine?

Can I call you mine?

“Can I call you mine?” you whispered, and Cordelia pressed a firm kiss to your lips, muttering “Only if I can call you mine,” against them and you smiled.