zoe x misty


Currently working on a Misty x Zoe fanfic. The two of them are definitely one of my OTPs. I’m so excited and I hope this turns out the way I want it to. There’s definitely some good chemistry between the two of them and Ryan Murphy would be lying if he said that there wasn’t a hint at love interest between them.

[Zoe/Misty, set sometime after episode six]

Zoe fidgeted at the entrance to Misty’s home, the black nail polish on her fingers slowly being chipped away as she dug them into the object in her hand. She picked at the thin groove where the pieces connected until she almost pulled it apart. It would have been fitting, she thought, to pull apart this thing so that it would feel like her - a whole mass being ripped in different directions until she didn’t know who were the good guys and who the bad.

“Are you just going to stand in the door all day?” Misty asked, breaking Zoe out of her thoughts.

Zoe stepped in tentatively. Misty made her nervous. At the academy, she had practically risen to the leader of her fellow young witches. But here, there was only Misty and the sound of frogs croaking outside, crafting a unique swamp song for a unique swamp witch that Zoe couldn’t figure out.

Mist wanted a tribe, a place to call her own with people who understand her. But now Zoe. Not Zoe and her people.

“No, I - I just came to see you,” she said hesitantly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, acting like the girl she had been straight off the train in New Orleans all those weeks ago.

Zoe took a deep breath, straightened up, lifted her chin a bit. She wasn’t that girl anymore. She was a witch, just as much as any of the others.

Misty raised an eyebrow and shot her a look full of contempt. “Come to ask for another favor? You need another life come back?” Misty asked. “Because I’m not doing it. I’m sick of doing things for you, hoping you’ll stick around instead of running off and -”

She stopped speaking. She had said too much.

“My place is at the academy,” Zoe replied. “They need me right now.”

Misty nodded absently, looking just past Zoe, staring outside the door just as twilight began to set in. “What are you doing here then?”

“I wanted to see you,” Zoe said honestly. “I have something for you,” she added, smiling a little bit, hoping that it might earn her a smile back.

It did.

Zoe held out her hands, offering the object there to Zoe, who took it with uncertainty. Something passed through Zoe as their hands brushed, an confusing electricity and inevitability all at once. She had never been more aware of this thing between them as she was at that moment, this thing that said they were the same, her and Misty; they were cut from the same cloth, they were just a long ways apart.

Misty turned the object over in her hands curiously.

“It’s a -” Misty paused for a long moment.

“An iPod, yeah,” Zoe finished, her smile growing. “So you can take your music out with you. I even filled it with Stevie Nicks for you.”

Misty sighed and for a second, Zoe thought she might be asked to leave. But then Misty looked at her, finally really looked at, and smiled at her.

Zoe understood then why Misty was the necromancer, the one with the power of resurgence. When she smiled, Zoe knew why she was chosen to bring the dead back to life. She probably didn’t even need the power, she could maybe do it with a smile.

“Thank you,” Misty said. “You wanna stay a little while?” she asked, sitting down on the bed. She held the iPod upside down in her hands.

Zoe hesitated. The coven was in disarray, there was drama and intrigue unfurling at every level. And Spalding was still tied up in the attic.

“Somebody’s gotta teach me how to use this thing,” Misty went on, waving the iPod unnaturally.

“Okay,” Zoe finally answered, nodding. She sat down next to Misty on the bed and took the iPod from Misty. Their legs were touching and Zoe could feel the rest of the fabric between them, the long and important part between life and death.

Misty placed a hand on Zoe’s leg absently and leaned in close. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.


Pairing: Kyle x Viewer

You were nervous. The butterflies in your stomach seemed to just recently hatch out of their cocoon and flutter continuously. But it was too late to back out. No, you had to do it. You leaned in agonizingly slow, but when your lips locked it was as if the sparks were everywhere and you didn’t even care a bit.