Fiona Goode x Reader - Lucky one

The Past

(Disclaimer: This is basically set in 2020/2021 so after the apocalypse was reversed by Mallory. In my story Cordelia is supreme, Mallory, Coco, Zoe and Queenie + Misty are witches currently living in the academy)

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You open your eyes. The first thing you see is the big black iron gate leading to a white mansion. But it is not just any mansion. It's Miss Robichaux Academy. The sun is rising from behind the academy and you can feel the heat radiate of your body. As your eyes wander over to the front door and the large windows, flashbacks start replaying in your mind. 

You feel her breath on you. It would always smell of whiskey and Marlboros. You stand there silently while feeling her hands all over your body caressing your neck and soft kisses going down your neck and spine. You can hear her familiar beautiful raspy voice whispering sweet things into your ears. She haunts you, no matter if you are asleep, in the shower or standing at the place where your heart shattered into a million pieces all these years ago.

With all your strength you try to shake it away, shake her away. You take a step towards the front door but you can't manage to walk up the few stairs. Your body is telling you to turn around as you are now shaking. ''Turn around this will cause you more pain'' you hear the voice in your head. Normally you would listen to this familiar voice which is also your gut feeling. But your heart is telling you to walk up the steps and face your past.

The past is a funny thing isn't it? If you have happy memories you will occasionally remember when you look at photos or remember a familiar song or eventually when you tell your children about these happy times of your life. But sad memories will forever haunt you, you carry them in you everyday. If they caused a particular pain and sadness it is even harder carrying on. 

You take a deep breath and inhale the New Orleans sun one more time before forcing your legs to walk up the door. ''I can't believe I am here again what am I doing?'' you think to yourself. Next thing you know your fist makes its way to the door and places three gentle knocks but loud enough for people to hear.

Footsteps approach. It is not just anyones footsteps, you lived at the academy for so long that you know exactly who is about to open that door. Cordelia Foxx, she used to be the headmistress of this academy for witches. You wonder if this is still the same way. You had always admired the blonde woman who cared deeply for her girls and fellow witches living at the academy. 

''Y/N?'' Cordelia says her voice shaking. As you look up you see the woman who you used to see on a daily basis. You are surprised when you face her because she changed. Her thin blonde hair now turned into blonde thick curls, her brown eyes are still as breathtaking as always. She looks a lot more confident. Her makeup skills must have also improved considering she is wearing quite a bit. Gentle mascara on her eyelashes and her eyebrows are a darker color. Her cheeks slightly pink from blush. But it is not only her appearance. You can feel power radiate off her, not just power - magic. She seems a lot more confident.