A shrill scream rang out through the swamp, causing a brief silence among the various waterfowl and wildlife, followed by the commotion of a platter hitting the ground.
Misty Day raised her head from the flowerbed she had been working in to see her usually courageous Supreme standing stock still with a mortified expression on her face. The ground under her feet was rapidly absorbing the squandered lemonade she had dropped moments ago.
“Hi, Cordelia! I see you met my friends.”
Cordelia turned an accusatory glare Misty’s way and the younger woman flinched. That look never meant anything good.
Cordelia had brought Misty back from the depths of Hell months ago in her first act as the new Supreme. Cordelia had begged Misty to be on her Council, reiterating repeatedly to Misty that she was a powerful witch despite her failure and that she couldn’t bear to run the Coven without her assistance. Misty agreed on the condition that she was permitted to return to her swamp.
She liked Zoe and Queenie well enough, but here among nature was where she belonged, not in that house with so many bad memories. Cordelia insisted that they could make new ones and that this was a new age for the witches, but Misty was confident that she did not want to be at the forefront of anything at all. She had packed up and retreated to her home. She went into the city once a week for the Council meetings, but much preferred the relaxed pace of her natural oasis to the hustle and bustle of the urban sprawl.
So it had come to this arrangement they had fallen into; Cordelia would spend her week at the house, where she was the vanguard of the Coven. Her weekends were spent with Misty at her new cottage by the water. Cordelia felt confident enough in the girls at the Academy to leave them for a few days at a time, having appointed Queenie and Zoe as co-headmistresses in her absence.
Cordelia began to regret this particular visit as she shifted her glare from the fledgling alligators milling about to the blonde witch who was approaching her with palms outstretched in a gesture of peace.
“Now, Dee, before you yell at me—”, she cringed as Cordelia cut her off.
“You better have a hell of an explanation for this, Misty Day. I don’t even need to ask if you had something to do with this sudden abundance of hatchling alligators in your garden.”
Cordelia’s face was flushed with anger, her arms firmly crossed over her chest. Misty fleetingly thought how endearing Cordelia looked when she was like this. She so rarely got cross and despite this time being directed at her, Misty still found it quite adorable.
Her reflection was cut short by Cordelia’s expectant look. Misty crossed her arms as well, attempting to project an air of firmness.
“I’ll tell you, but you gotta promise they can stay. There are bad men around, and these little ones and their momma…"she bit her lip as she trailed off; she regretted her statement as Cordelia’s eyebrows practically reached her hairline.
"Their ‘momma’? You mean there is an adult alligator in our midst? Do you know how dangerous that is?”
Misty gave Cordelia a sheepish smile, shaking her head slightly.
“You don’t need ta’ worry. Nora went out bout a half hour ago. Musta been hungry. I’m lucky this place is a stone’s throw from the water. I told her take care not to run into those poachers again. She should be back soon. She’s awfully nice for a gator; I reckon you’ll like her, Dee.”
Cordelia groaned, placing her head in her hands. She turned from Misty, muttering to herself as she took a seat on the wooden bench beside the door of the shack.
She then raised her eyes to Misty with a look of resignation on her face. “I suppose since you’re naming them now that you’ve prepared some sort of justification for this sudden alligator menagerie?”
This was, after all, Misty’s home. If she wanted to play daycare for large carnivorous reptiles, there was nothing Cordelia could do to persuade her otherwise. She scooted over to give the other woman some room as she joined Cordelia on the bench.
“Of course I do, Dee. See, after you left last weekend I went down to the water to gather some of my swamp mud and I heard such a commotion I had to go investigate. I know the sounds of the marshland and these noises didn’t fit the bill. Well, I come to find that there was a couple poachers harvesting gator eggs outta Nora’s nest. They were laughin’ and carryin’ on talking about how much money they were gonna make. About how they were gonna come back all the time cause this is 'prime gator country’. It made me so mad, Dee. I was just gonna give them a talking to until…they…” She looked up at Cordelia, tears gathering in her eyes. “…please don’t be mad at me, Dee…”
Misty fell silent, slipping one hand into Cordelia’s and the other into the baggy pocket of her smock. Cordelia could see her running her fingers along something within her clothing but could not see what it was. She squeezed Misty’s hand, feeling some remorse over her earlier fury. She knew how protective Misty was of all life. It one of the many qualities of the swamp witch she loved. Cordelia pulled the naïve girl’s hand into her lap, turning it over to lightly stroke circles on the inside of Misty’s wrist with her thumb. She heard Misty’s breath catch at her touch.
“I’m not going to be mad at you. I was just shocked earlier, that’s all. I’ve lived in the city all my life, Misty. I’m not used to having a welcoming committee of baby alligators. What happened? What did they do?”
Misty’s hand remained in Cordelia’s lap as she continued.
“They weren’t payin’ attention and Nora came back. Mama gators are real protective of their nests, and she was frantic coming back from her hunt to find those men digging up her eggs. She went for them and they…they shot her. Right in the head, they shot her. It was horrible, she was just tryin’ to protect her babies and she was dead and they were laughing about it.
I got so mad, I wanted to kill those sons of bitches, but I remembered you told me that’s not how we deal with things anymore. I was still just so angry that I bent the barrels of their guns with my mind. You shoulda seen their faces when I did that. Then I got in the head of the one that killed her and had him drop the satchel the eggs were in. I made him run for as long as I could. His buddy followed him after he wet his drawers. I think I scared 'em off for good. Then the babies started to hatch.”
Misty paused, her brow furrowed momentarily in distaste. She looked out to the cluster of juvenile gators spread across the small patch of land. Most were grouped together under the shade of low growing shrub. A few more adventurous souls were swimming around in the basin she had placed underneath the short oak near the garden.
“I knew that without their mama, other gators would eat them all. It was so unfair that they weren’t gonna get a chance at life cause of those bastards. So I…I brought them here where I can keep an eye on them. I drug Nora back with me too. I didn’t wanna run the risk of the poachers finding her body. She was awful crabby when I brought her back to life, tried to bite my arm off and everything. I think she knew once she saw her babies that I was tryin’ to help her. She comes and goes, but she never leaves for too long. I know she will once the kids grow up, but til then, she knows she’s welcome here.”
Misty concluded her story, shifting to face Cordelia who was now caressing the length of her inner arm, her fingertips grazing the soft skin there over and over, up and down. As Cordelia’s eyes were now on the young reptiles, Misty hoped that she didn’t notice the goose bumps that had appeared on her skin. It was certainly too warm to pretend they were from the weather and not the constant contact of Cordelia’s hands on her, however innocent the touch was.
“Well,” she cleared her throat, breaking Cordelia from her reverie, “what do you think?”
Cordelia did not remove her gaze from the babies, nor did she make any move to stop skimming Misty’s arm. “I think you are one of a kind, Misty Day.”
She finally turned to face Misty and the questioning look on the other woman’s face urged her to continue.
“I’m continually amazed by your courage; the value you put on all existence is admirable. I can’t think of anyone else that would defend life with such veracity. You are kind to the bone and your compassion knows no bounds,” She laughed then, reaching up to cup Misty’s cheek, “Not to mention I don’t know anyone else that would take in an entire gator family.”
Misty gave Cordelia a timid smile. She could feel a flush rise to her face at Cordelia’s praise as well as her touch. “You make me sound so…important.”
“You are important. To everyone, to me. I don’t think you know how much.”
Her thumb lightly grazed Misty’s bottom lip; Misty swallowed against the lump in her throat. These moments of thick anticipation had been occurring more frequently between them since her return from the afterlife. Every time she was left wanting, aching for something she was almost certain Cordelia wanted as well. These charged moments were often broken quickly by one thing or another, and Misty knew she had to act fast.
“Then show me, Dee,” she raised her hand to mirror Cordelia’s, running her thumb over Cordelia’s lips with a bit more pressure, down her cheek to her neck. She smiled when a gasp escaped the Supreme’s lips, “show me how much I mean to you.”
Something changed in Cordelia’s eyes then, her hand sliding from Misty’s cheek into her hair, her fingers burying themselves in the blonde’s unkempt curls. She pulled Misty towards her, their mouths crashing together at last.
She slid her tongue across the younger woman’s lips gently, almost timid in her request for entrance. Misty laughed internally, for however aggressively Cordelia had initiated this, she was still powerfully shy. She allowed the welcome intrusion of Cordelia’s adept tongue, allowing the older woman to take the dominant role if she wished. She gasped as one of Cordelia’s hands fell to her waist and slid across her hip, her fingers rhythmically running across the fabric of her top, back and forth. It was almost the same motion she had been doing to her arm not five minutes before. It was exhilarating.
Misty pulled Cordelia closer to her, wrapping her arms around the Supreme as she pulled her lips away. Cordelia’s sound of protest was stalled as she trailed kisses across her jaw line, causing the older woman to tip her head back with a heady sigh. She ran her tongue around the shell of Cordelia’s ear, grinning as the woman in her arms shivered with pleasure, quiet little gasps of delight escaping her lips. She paused then, momentarily denying Cordelia any contact at all, smirking when Cordelia tugged at Misty’s hips. She hovered with her lips against Cordelia’s ear, deciding it was now or never. “I’m so in love with you, Cordelia.”
She pulled back when she received no response from Cordelia, only to find the other witch’s eyes closed. She had a serene smile on her face, placating Misty’s fear that she had erred in her admission.
She opened her eyes, leaning forward and pressing her lips to the corner of Misty’s own. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for a long time.”
She then began to mirror Misty’s earlier administration, peppering light kisses along the strong line of Misty’s jaw.
“H-how long?” Misty was finding it more difficult to keep her composure as Cordelia’s ministrations neared her sensitive neck. Her arms were draped around Cordelia shoulders, her fingers lightly pulling at Cordelia’s soft hair.
The Supreme pretended to think for a moment, “Since the day I met you, I’ve been falling for you, Misty Day.” She just barely nibbled on Misty’s earlobe; the younger witch shuddered as her hands slid fully into Cordelia’s hair, holding the older woman to her, her words escaping in a breathy sigh. “Oh, Dee…”
Cordelia had often thought about how lovely it would be to have her lips on Misty’s lithe neck and she took this opportunity to do so.
She made her way down Misty’s neck, languidly alternating between kisses and bites, and soothing those gentle bites with her skillful tongue. Misty was melting at her touch, alternating soft moans with her whispered exhalations of Cordelia’s name. They grew louder the closer she got to Misty’s chest.
In fact, Misty was no longer moaning and she had her hands on Cordelia’s shoulders, pushing on them with more force than was necessary for their first casual make out session. She pulled away from Misty slowly, a confused look upon her face.
“Cordelia, don’t freak out…”
She looked up to see Misty’s gaze focused on some point behind her. She heard a low rumble, knitting her brows together. “What’s that noise? That can’t be your stomach…”
Misty’s eyes snapped back to hers. “I said don’t freak out, you gotta promise not to freak or you’ll spook Nora.”
Cordelia blanched, remembering suddenly that the little gators dotting the ground around the shack were not their only guests. She turned to see what must be eight feet of mother alligator not far from her feet.
The rumble was repeated, louder this time, followed by a series of chirps.
Cordelia remained motionless, whispering though the side of her mouth to Misty. “What is she doing? Is she going to eat me?”
“Nah, she won’t eat you. She’s just looking for this.”
Misty reached into her pocket and pulled her hand out; the mystery object from earlier was revealed to be a baby gator, smaller than the others. The runt chirruped at its mother as the larger gator opened her mouth. Cordelia’s eyes widened when Misty gingerly placed the baby into its mothers menacing maw without a moment’s hesitation.
She really was the most courageous woman Cordelia had ever met.
The other hatchlings had gathered near their mother and they too climbed into the surprisingly gentle jaws. They then headed towards the water, with Misty looking fondly after the impromptu additions to their family.
“Did you name him too?”
“It’s a her. They’re all girls on account of the nest being in the marshlands. Cooler temperatures mean a whole clutch of girls…but yeah, I named her. I keep her with me when Nora’s out. She seems awfully fond of me, always wants to be with me when I’m tendin’ to my garden. She’s good company.”
Cordelia grabbed Misty’s hand, leaning towards her. “Well what’s her name?”
Misty entwined their fingers, looking somberly at the Supreme with a glint in her eye.
Misty and Cordelia’s relationship gets difficult. Kyle and Zoe break some rules and Misty decides she will… This chapter comes with added drama and slight crying. Get your face palms ready! Happy reading!
[Misty/Cordelia, set immediately after Hank leaves in episode nine]
Misty stood awkwardly for a moment, torn between consoling Cordelia and saving her from the embarrassment of talking about it. She would wait, she decided and see what Cordelia wanted to do. “So you married that guy, huh?” she said. Patience had once been her strong suit - she had spent years waiting for a place to call home - but now that she was part of something, now that she was sharing magic with someone that she could teach and be taught from, patience was less forthcoming.
Cordelia pressed a hand against the table, looking at her with mismatched eyes. “Nobody’s perfect,” she said simply, taking a few deep breaths.
“Stevie might be,” Misty replied, suppressing a grin when Cordelia gave her a look somewhere between exasperation and endearment. “I mean, right. Nobody’s perfect.”
“I - I thought once that maybe Hank was. He loved me. We were going to start a family together. I could picture it so vividly,” Cordelia’s voice trembled and her features contorted, her new eyes welling up. She had been so strong standing up to Hank, Misty thought, and now she was broken in a way that Misty couldn’t fix. “I thought that maybe once, I could have something wonderful.”
Misty reached out a hand, placing it on Cordelia’s shoulders in support. Stevie played on in the background. Cordelia had been so happy before, showing her the power in unexpected places and things, and Misty had been so happy to learn. She’d never been happier with another living or recently-dead soul in her life. And now there was this, this pain, this anger and loss.
“Well, shit. You still can, Miss Cordelia,” she tried uncertainly. “You want to help me do some magic again? That makes you smile.”
Cordelia laughed a little bit and it was just enough to make Misty give her a small smile. Stevie sang still, about love and the kind of connection it creates between people, the way hearts and souls can come together in unexpected and moving ways.
Cordelia hugged her then, just for a moment. She wrapped her arms around Misty and brought her close and held her there and everything Misty thought Stevie had taught her about love was redefined.
Foxxay (Cordelia/Misty) grocery shopping. If this isn't a pairing you write then: Swan Queen broken wrist
“You buy your groceries at one of those fancy organic markets?” Misty asked, staring out the passenger window as they drove a little way out of town to the market.
“Organic is healthier,” Cordelia replied, reaching to turn the air conditioning up. It was blistering day. “Plus, I am running low on a few herbs and spices, and I like to buy them fresh.”
Misty started to reply but her eyes widened and she lunged at the radio, all thought beyond the strum of the guitar leaking from her mind. She cranked up the volume, closing her eyes as a smile spread across her lips, and she began to sing along.
And the days go by Like a strand in the wind In the web that is my own I begin again Said to my friend, baby Nothin’ else mattered
“She follows me wherever I go, you know,” Misty said, eyes still closed, smile still firmly in place. “Stevie.”
Cordelia glanced to the woman in the passenger seat. Her gaze scanned over Misty’s serene expression, the flowing motion in her dancing arms and weaving neck. She was beautiful.
“I believe it’s because our souls are connected somehow,” Misty told her. “Sister witches.”
Cordelia was content to listen to Misty sing, content to watch her serenity seep from her every pore as the music played on and Cordelia drove them the rest of the way to the market.
How will I start, tomorrow without you here? Whose heart will guide me? All the answers disappear. Is it too late? Are you too far gone to stay? Best friends forever, should never have to go away.
What will I do? You know, I’m only half without you. How will I make it through? If only tears could bring you back to me, If only love could find a way… What I would do, what I would give if you, Return to me, someday, somehow, someway… If my tears could bring you back… To me.
Hi, could ya write a fan fic about Misty n Cordelia. I like ya ta do one with that scene in the greenhouse, but like when Hank yells and pulls on Cordelia misty gets all defensive and protective on Cordelia. Plz?? That would be great
Anyways, hopefully this is good, sorry if it’s too long! Enjoy! :P
“Aw, crap,” Cordelia complained as the first drops of rain started to fall. She sighed and put down her trowel next to her. “Misty, I think we’ll have to continue planting the flowers tomorrow,” she said.
Her girlfriend looked up at the gray sky and frowned. “It’s only a couple of drops, we can continue plantin’. Plus, we have to get them done sooner or later, the council’ll be coming ‘round soon and we want the academy to look nice, don’t we?” Misty asked, playfully nudging Cordelia’s shoulder.
Cordelia sighed. “Fine, but only for a couple of more minutes; the weather reporters spoke of a storm passing by today.” She picked up her trowel and started to dig again. Misty gave a squeal of delight and quickly kissed her on the check and returned to planting the flowers.
They worked in comfortable silence, under the slowly darkening sky. After a couple of minutes, thunder boomed, breaking the peace. Cordelia grabbed the un-planted flowers and stood up.
“Misty, we ought to get inside now, the storm is really starting to pick up,” Cordelia said, as she pushed a strand of hair out of her face, rain pelting the couple.
Misty laughed. “No, let’s stay out here, it’s finally cool outside!” And she was right, for the past week the weather had become sweltering.
Cordelia pursed her lips, trying to think of ways to make Misty come inside. She took her arm and started to pull her towards the house. “I’m going to put the rest of the flowers in a vase, but uh, I’m pretty cold right now.” she said. Cordelia leaned in closer. “Maybe you could warm me up?” she said, in the sexiest voice she could muster.
Misty looked around reluctantly. “But it’s the middle of the day, all the girls are awake,” she said, while racking her brain for more reasons why to not be inside. “and we’re covered in dirt,” she added.
Cordelia sighed. “Alright, well still, come on. Later tonight then?”
Misty laughed. “Yeah, later tonight sounds great!” Misty opened the door for Cordelia, whose hands were full. “Now go put away those flowers, we’ll meet up later,” she said, maneuvering her girlfriend towards the kitchen
Cordelia smiled and walked down the hall. “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.” Misty just stood and waved.
Cordelia opened the door to her and Misty’s bedroom. “Misty, you in here, babe?” she called, flickering on the lights, revealing an empty room. “Misty?” she repeated. She closed the door and ran downstairs to the kitchen, bumping into Zoe on the way there.
“Zoe, have you seen Misty?” she asked.
Zoe shook her head. “Sorry, but no. Maybe you should try the greenhouse?” she suggested.
Cordelia nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good idea, thanks.” she said as she started to walk away.
“Queenie and I’ll keep a look out for her, just in case.” Zoe called out.
As Cordelia walked through the halls, she noticed how quiet it had been. Ever since they had outed themselves as witches, the house was bursting with new students, leaving little time for peace and quiet. She smiled as she walked, the only sound being her shoes and the rain drumming on the windows. Suddenly it hit her; she knew were Misty was.
Misty giggled softly as she twirled around, mimicking the iconic moves of Stevie Nicks. It was the perfect time to dance, the wind making her hair and shawl flow perfectly.
She suddenly stopped as she heard a door close behind her. Misty slowly turned around and faced Cordelia.
“Oh, hey there, Cordelia! Wanna join me?” she asked as sweetly as she could, trying to avoid any trouble.
Cordelia sighed. “Babe, you’ll get sick if you play in the rain,” she said, gently reminding her. Misty shook her head.
“It’s fun, plus the wind makes my shawl all billowy!” Misty twirled to prove her point. She grabbed Cordelia’s hands and pulled her out from under the roof, dragging her underneath the pouring rain. “Dance with me, please!” she pouted.
Cordelia looked at Misty and melted. “You’re too cute to say no to,” she said and reluctantly started to twirl.
Misty clapped her hands in delight. “Alright, lemme teach you to twirl properly!” she said, stopping Cordelia by grabbing her by the waist.
“You think I twirl badly?” Cordelia teased. Misty stuck out her tongue.
“Oh, you know what I mean! Now twirl- and don’t stop until I say so!” Misty ordered. Cordelia smoothed out her dress and slowly started to spin, gaining speed. Suddenly her foot slipped due to the slippery mud, causing her to tip over. Flailing, Cordelia desperately grabbed onto Misty to stay upright, which failed, causing them to both fall in the mud.
Misty used her sleeve to wipe off a bit of mud off of her girlfriend’s cheek. “Better?” she asked, giggling as she crawled off of her.
Cordelia smiled and rolled her eyes. “My hero,” she said, as she sat up. She started to move her finger around in the mud.
“What’re you doing?” Misty asked as she leaned over. Cordelia was drawing a heart surrounding her and Misty’s initials.
“Now we’re in a proper relationship; it’s now official!” Cordelia announced proudly as the rain started to melt it away.
Misty kissed Cordelia on the lips, not caring about Cordelia getting mud on her.
“I see you found Misty,” a voice called out from behind them, interrupting the kiss. They both looked up to see Zoe and Queenie standing in the doorway, watching them.
“Yeah, I did,” Cordelia said as she stood up. She pulled Misty up and they started to walk back to the porch, their heads hanging in embarrassment.
“Nuh-uh,” Queenie said, blocking the doorway. “You’re drenched; hell if I’m gonna let you two ruin the pristine floors we have because you decided to kiss in the rain. Transmutate up to your bathroom right now.” She ordered.
“Can we shower together?” Misty asked, giggling. Queenie rolled her eyes.
“I don’t care what you do, just clean yourself up.” She shut the door, muttering to Zoe, “I swear to god, they act as if they’re teenagers sometimes.”
Misty tapped Cordelia on the shoulder. “Cordelia? I think we’re out of tissues,” she said, motioning to the empty box and the used tissues that were littered across the floor.
Cordelia sighed and slowly got up, walking to the door. She opened it, revealing Kyle sitting by the door, borrowing Zoe’s computer.
“Kyle, can you bring us another box of tissues?” she asked weakly. Kyle paused his video and jumped up, making his way to the closet. A minute later he returned, carrying two un-opened boxes.
Cordelia gladly took them and nodded a thank you. She shut the door and collapsed on the bed. “Perfect health my ass,” she muttered bitterly as she thought back to the supposed perks of being The Supreme.
Ever since they had woken up, Misty and Cordelia had been sick with a terrible cold. Zoe and Queenie showed no sympathy, reminding them that they were the ones to “make-out in the mud,” as Queenie had put it. Thankfully Kyle was there for them, making sure that they got everything they needed without having to walk more than a few feet to the door.
Cordelia started to giggle to herself and turned to Misty. “I was right,” she half-sung, her voice nasally from being congested.
Misty sniffed and threw her pillow at her. “Get away,” she groaned, grabbing a tissue from the box.
“If you had listened to me you wouldn’t be sick!” Cordelia teased, interlacing their fingers.
“You’re sick too! You danced with me in the rain!” Misty said, laughing.
“Because you corrupted me,” Cordelia replied, showering Misty with kisses all over her face. Misty pulled back and pouted.
“Do ya want to get me more sick?” Misty asked, shielding her face. Cordelia smiled and leaned over to kiss her again, when she pulled away to sneeze.
“Eugh,” she complained, wiping her nose, “This isn’t cute anymore, I just want to get over this cold,”
Misty leaned over and kissed her. “We’ll take your advice next time,” she promised, putting an arm around her. For the rest of the day they lay there, holding each other.
we’ll spend literally 50 seasons of ahs thirsting for a romantic storyline between sarah paulson’s and lily rabe’s characters and their undeniable chemistry but all we’ll get every single time will be evan peters and his second rate acting and taissa farmiga limited acting due the fact she doesn’t have much room to act beyond her cardboard cut out love interests characters