One-shots (^-^) [Open orders]

💛Just don't look

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem Lector

Author's Note:

Word count: 1250

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-When do you plan on telling Cordelia?,- Mallory asks taking the seat across the table from you.

-She doesn't need to know,- she says taking a sip of your coffee and grimacing at the bitter taste, -How the hell can people drink this every day?

-T/n seriously, Cordelia needs to know.

-I need to know what?- asks the blonde entering the kitchen.

-That I couldn't get fresh meat for lunch today,- you reply, taking another sip of coffee, before spitting it back out.

-Oh, that's it, it's ok, don't worry,- she says giving you a soft smile.

-Yes, I don't understand why Mallory worries so much about it,- throwing your coffee down the drain.

-Well... I'm interested in not hiding things.

-It's not hidden, it's just that it's not something that has any relevance.

-Hypothetically speaking one day the meat we eat is no good and the whole coven gets food poisoning, don't think it's necessary to say this kind of thing.

-In the hypothetical case that it would happen, from the beginning I would make sure that the meat would not be prepared and if so there would be nothing wrong, because with magic it can be fixed.

-But it is still a possibility and a risk for the coven.

-Well, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do,- you say leaving behind a confused Cordelia, while Mallory follows you.

-I'm not a risk to the coven,- you let go angrily without looking at the witch.

-I'm sorry, I just think Cordelia should know, she is the supreme....

-Mallory!!! -Coco interrupts her, coming down the stairs quickly -I've been looking for you all over the academy.

-I was with Y/n in the kitchen...- before she can continue you interrupt her apologizing that you have things to do.

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You had gone to a lot of effort to prepare dinner for the girls, but you weren't surprised when Cordelia didn't show up for dinner, for the last few weeks you had to take food to her office.

You balance the tray with food while trying to open the door to her office, it was difficult for you to do this kind of thing, especially since you were not a witch like the others in the academy.

You are not a descendant of Salem, you are part of the sixteenth generation of one of the greatest Mixtec witches and that meant that you were not like the others in this place.

-Cordelia, you need to relax a little bit,- leaving the tray on her desk.

-I can't... I have to find her,- she says covering her face with her hands.

-Find who?- you ask, coming closer to see what she is doing.

On her desk you find a pile of papers, newspaper clippings and photos; your breath catches as you realize what it is.

-I'm sure she's a witch,- she says, showing me a blurry picture of an animal.

-How are you so sure?- you ask, moving to face me, -I just know, there's something about it.

-I just know, there's something inside me that tells me... I have to find her.

-What if she doesn't want to be found,- you say, taking one of the newspaper clippings.