celebrity one shots

With your ghost, SP

Warnings: Angst, death, mentions of pregnancy
(Unedited)
Sarah paulson, Stevie Nicks, Rhiannon (your daughter)

Sarahs pov:

Y/n has been gone for 17 years now but it feels like just yesterday she was ripped away. 17 long years oh how I'd love to have her here upon opening my brown orbs.

I gaze up at the ceiling feeling the warmth of my salty tears run down my face my mind empty but yet so full, full of her.

Another day without her, everything seemingly just blends into a plain bland black and white as I close my eyes breathing deeply holding back a sob.

The back of my hand wipes my now wet face, sitting up I plan my overbearingly long day with our daughter Rhiannon. She's beautiful an exact copy of Y/n something I both love and hate it's the painful memory.

I smile at the photo on my bedside table picking it up softly scared that i'd break it Y/n and I were smiling at the camera it was our wedding she looked like pure perfection.

I still remember proposing to her the look in her eyes she acted as if she hadn't seen me drop the ring a couple times. She smiled brightly bringing me into the most loving passionate kiss we had ever shared during our entire relationship.

A small knock interrupted my thoughts "come in" I called out "hey" Rhia poked her head through the gap of the door walking slowly towards the bed she curled into my side head on my shoulder.

"Can you tell me about her?" Rhiannon innocently asked looking up at me through her eyelashes "where to begin" I whispered smiling at the seventeen year old.

Placing the picture back in place getting a bit more comfortable before retelling Rhiannon the tale of her mother
Y/n Y/l/n-Paulson.

"She was beautiful inside and out she had this smile that could outshine any city and a heart made of gold" I paused Rhiannon smiled sadly not remembering her mother. "You're exactly like her she would've been so proud of you" I kissed her head lightly "she loved Stevie Nicks there wasn't a day she wasn't heard playing she even became friends with her, everyone called her a witch it was funny always made her laugh some how" I breathed quickly.

Rhiannon seemed to capture my every word holding on her hand dragging to grasp mine. "Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n-Paulson worldwide sweetheart she had this laugh that made your heart swell and eyes that held her heart" I chuckled lowly.

"You've got her little button nose" booping Rhiannon's nose lightly "her smile, freckles, laugh, eyes heck if I didn't know any better you could've passed off as an identical twin".

Even without Y/n's presence Rhiannon was an exact replica of her if only she were still here.

"Loved to be in the kitchen always kicking me out claiming i'd burn something she was right but it still hurt" Rhia chuckled over my statement. "She'd read constantly even giving Hermione Granger a run for her money, believe me when I say she was smart" my heart fluttered just thinking of her.

"How'd I get my name?" She asked with pure curiosity something I had never told her "did I mention your mother loved Stevie Nicks? the first time we met Rhiannon was playing in the background she always played it but it was actually Stevie herself who had suggested it since we couldn't agree on anything automatically we fell in move with the name" we both smiled.

"I remember when we found out she was pregnant with you" I dreamily spoke "I was convinced you were a boy but your mom she knew in her bones you were a girl 'I swear by Stevie Nicks she's a girl Sarah' she'd always argue" I mimicked.

"And then she got sick at first we thought it was just the pregnancy until she got worse and when she saw the d-doctor" I choked slightly "we found out she had cancer but she wasn't scared and if she was she hid it well" I admitted with a small frown.

"But enough of that how about we go make breakfast?" Rhiannon's eyes lit up exactly as Y/n's would "pancakes?" She asked with her little pout a carbon copy Y/n I thought.

Shaking my head I smiled "of course just give me a sec hon" Rhia only nodded before energetically hopping out of the room. "Seventeen years" I whispered in disbelief "I know love" that voice it was hers but it can't be, can it? I look up tears brimming my waterline "Y/n?" She looked so real.

"You've got to let go dear" she whispered walking closer to me our lips barely skimming one another "I've tried" I brokenly whispered "I know" her voice held such sadness.

"If only there had been more time, you know I would've stayed but it was my time you know my body was too weak for recovery after having her" she whispered into my hair.

Rhiannon Y/n Y/l/n-Paulson my lovers parting gift just a few hours before she had parted from the earth.

Looking down I entwined our hands she pulled me up and into her chest I couldn't help but inhale deeply trying to make this last. Her shampoo embedding itself in my mind, her perfume drowning me pleasantly I could stay here forever she began humming as our bodies swayed lightly.

We twirled around the large bedroom in step with each other her light humming providing all the music we need. One hand on my waist the other tangled in my short hair our lips connecting in a sweet sentimental kiss my eyes flutter closed basking in her love.

"I love you" she whispered kissing my lips once more "I love you more" I responded eyes still closed leaning in lightly only to fall lightly. Eyes opening but I'm alone there's no Y/n here anymore Dreams playing softly playing in the background as Rhiannon probably got stuck into the kitchen she's definitely a carbon copy
Y/n.

"I love you forever but for now you must let go" her voice whispered like a breeze throughout the room.