serendipity | cordelia goode x reader

✰ xxi. didn't mean to love you ✰

❝ but i knew we would be together, and i couldn't wait for more. but what can they say? it's not against the law. i don't hold you down, maybe that's why you're around; but if i'm the one you love, think about me. i believe that you really want me, but it's not easy — just to give in. so let yourself go, and let love begin. ❞
— 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦, fleetwood mac

i wish we could show vids from our camera roll because i made a cordelia edit and i'm emo i can't show y'all </3

also i don't know why but ive hit a writers block so that's why it took me three days to update one chapter. i know where i want the story to go but the motivation is so shit rn forgive me y'all

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The weekend came sooner than you thought it would. Not that you were complaining, though, because it meant that Cordelia would be taking you out on a date — like she had promised you the days before.

As you were just about to head downstairs, the buzz of your phone rang in your back pocket of your bell—bottom jeans. You saw that the call was from your father, and you immediately went to answer.

"Hey, Father," You greeted him.

It was as if you could hear and see his smile from the other side of the phone line, "Hi, sweetheart. How have you been lately?"

"Things have been good. Really good," You nodded, pacing around the room, "How are Aci and Kielo? Would you like me to come visit over the break before they go back to school?"

Your father commented, "I'm sure they'd be ecstatic, Y/N. Do you have a moment to talk?"

"I do," You hesitated to answer. You could tell your father probably could identify the reluctance and concern in your voice, "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Well, your mother and I are going to court. I haven't informed you of the divorce much — that's not what a father should do. But you may have to visit and prolong your stay here, because your mother is trying to get custody of your siblings. And I need you to testify."

You gulped anxiously. This was not how you were expecting your morning to go, "Do I need to come over stat and take off to the police station to give them statements? I'm available, Father."

"It would be wonderful. I just... I would rather die than to see your siblings have to deal with your mother and her behavior."

You did your best to reassure your dad, "Me too, Father. They won't be safe with her. Have they talked with detectives?"

"They have — of course, with me present," He replied concisely.

You nodded, "That's good. They need to be heard, too. I'll be there soon — today or tomorrow. Would you want me to stay until the case is finished and we're out of court?"

Your father truthfully rebutted, "It's up to you, sweetheart. I know that you still have duties and responsibilities at Miss Robichaux's."

"Delia and Myrtle are incredibly understanding, I think they wouldn't mind. It's personal matters, after all," You shrugged.

The short phone call was over as soon as it had started. You decided to make a straight line to Cordelia's room, office, or even the greenhouse — wherever you could sense her energy being.