☽ this wicked world; millory ☾

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  • Pairing: Michael + Mallory
  • Words: 9.7K
  • Rating: Unrated
  • Warnings: Blood, depiction of violence, angst, other rather foul descriptions but that’s all. I’m not here to make you suffer. Suffer more, anyway.
  • Author’s Note: This was initially a summary section, but I have no energy to do so, plus, Ryan Murphy played us all so, so bad. So I decided to write this, as a ‘thank you’ note for a fandom that welcomed me with open arms and helped me through some seriously tough times this year. I’m so thankful for all of you, I am thankful for the magnificent theories and the laughs and tears we shared in these ten weeks. This is was definitely a journey. I’m thankful for Sarah, Cody, and Billie, and I’m thankful for this whole new creative world that opened right before my eyes.

    I had been stuck in a writer’s block for over a year and a half and out of nowhere I began to write effortlessly again. I am thankful for my other fic The Unlucky and all of the lovely words I’ve received on it, I’m shaken to the core by you guys, thank you so much for making this so special. I know this ending was rather bitter than sweet, but to go on the tags and seeing you all (no matter what you ship, no matter what you like) makes my day ten times brighter. Honestly I don’t know what would have been of me if I hadn’t decided to turn on my TV that night and watch the season premiere for a show I hadn’t paid attention to ever before. I hope you enjoy this, I hope you treasure this season and this show as something we all went through together. Memes and avocados and Ave Bananas all the same. 

    Needless to say, I love you.
    Carrie ♡

    “They came together.”

    Fine clicking of spoon against porcelain was all that filled the air, as to let her words settle in, Cordelia kept stirring her tea— sugar sunken at the very bottom —as they spoke, safe in the pristine white walls of her office, devoid of any worry devoid of any care.

    Bubbles McGee blinked in surprise, bringing her own cup of tea to her lips before sipping, rather loudly, for a woman of her manners.

    “Well, that’s odd” she asserted, “For two teengers to bargain in that way, all alone. Unless they happened to be related.”

    Cordelia had seen many cases of witches (and in this case, warlocks) gone astray, left on their own devices, sometimes with siblings, sometimes alone, wandering off until they wound up at her door. Asking to be guided, asking to be helped. But this was not the case of Michael and Mallory, no, this was different. And she couldn’t put her finger on it, so was hinted as her gaze glued itself to the door of her office, not really fixed onto anything. Just thinking.

    “No, they’re not related.” the blonde woman sighed, and put her steaming cup down, “But she wouldn’t leave his side, nor would he. It was touching, almost…”

    The elder raised her eyebrows in interest, her satin outfit matching the walls just perfectly, it appeared to be the only hint of color, real color, in that room were Cordelia’s dress and Bubbles’ lips.

    “Was it, now?”

    “…Yes”, she continued, still trying to find an explanation to something inexplicable “When they first walked through those doors I was certain I had never seen a pair so conflicted. The girl, Mallory, she seemed to be very certain of where she had to go, and what she had to do to get them both any help. I was unable to refuse, of course, partly because they’re our own kind and partly because I saw in them something I longed. Something I had been yearning for a long time now.”

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