im a slut for bubbly cute who is actually really buff/angry little bitch who thinks they are strong x nice but serious and responsible who has a lot of feelings
Cordelia: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.
Misty: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.
Cordelia: …
Cordelia: You mean ring bearER, right?
Misty: …
Cordelia: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.
I heard that you are receiving requests, So, I wanted to see if you could make a Reader x Misty Fanfic.
You know, a reunion between Reader and Misty, after Michael frees her; full of fluff and happy tears, please 🌈
i love this request sooo much misty is one of my fav characters ever <3 asexual autistic goddess
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CRY FOR THE NIGHTBIRD
pairing: misty day x reader
word count: 1004
notes and warnings: idk death? sorry this took forever i literally have no excuses except for executive dysfunction lol we love autism. title from “nightbird” by stevie nicks bc misty deserves some stevie after being in hell lol
taglist (if you’d like to be added or taken off, let me know!): @cordeliass @traumatisedfangirl @devriesgoode
You woke again in an empty bed.
Once again, you reached for her, and she was not there. It had been years since she had last been beside you, yet she had carved herself gently into your soul, and her memory would never leave you.
It would have been easier if you’d gotten stuck instead – maybe you had, for living without Misty was its own hell.
It was useless to say that if you could take away her pain in a moment, you would, for such a sacrifice would not show even half of the love you had for her.
You forced your eyes open, blinded by the light sneaking through the protection of the curtains. You’d almost forgotten what day it was, though as soon as you felt the pain of the brightness stinging your eyes, it came rushing back to you.
The paralyzing terror, the indescribable rage, all of it came crashing into you. That day Michael Langdon would attempt to execute the Seven Wonders.
You never wanted to hear any mention of the test ever again – yet there you would be, watching every moment of it unfold, remembering the way you had returned from Hell and Misty had not.
You could still remember the way she faded in your arms. The weightlessness that took her as ashes overcame her, dissipating into nothingness.
From that day you had been utterly alone.
A knock at your door startled you. You looked at the clock on your night table – sure enough, you were late, which was hardly surprising anymore.
You did not have to open the door to know it was Cordelia waiting for her. She had tried – all of the witches had tried – to fill the absence that Misty’s death had left you with, and you knew they had better intentions than you would ever comprehend, yet all you wished for was solitude. If not Misty, not a soul could reach you.
Just as you could still see the ashes that were left of her, you could see the peace in her eyes that never left. You could feel her arms around you, the perpetual warmth that carried you through the day left from a single embrace.
No one could ever compare.
Her shadow followed you, and you would be cursed with it until your death.
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You could hardly pay attention to any of it. The day was going excessively slow yet at the same time was flying by at the speed of light. You had gotten lost in so many memories that you could hardly tell what was real and what had already happened.
You could see Misty everywhere, in everyone, in everything. In the look Cordelia would give you that silently asked if you were alright, in the witch who had been humming a Fleetwood Mac song on the way to the warlocks’ academy.
And when Michael Langdon descended into Hell, everything came back in full force.
You felt her body dissolve in your arms. You felt her leave you once more.
Again, you were cursed in the empty bed, reaching for someone you would never feel again.
Her eyes. The gaze you would never again meet. The love you would never again feel.
Yet then, something shifted – you could not determine what it was, but something had changed dramatically, as if all of a sudden the planet had begun to spin in the opposite direction and you had been flung into space. The entire course of fate had changed, and the change was irrevocable.
And there she was. Laying in the center of the room, as if this had always been planned, but a glitch in time had delayed her return for years.
You hardly processed that you ran to her, that your knees would be bruised for weeks from the impact of throwing yourself to the floor to be at her side.
You only knew that she was there with you once more. Her touch was real, and she radiated the warm energy of the sun. her eyes met yours, as if for the very first time again, and the memory of her would never compare to how it felt to hold her, to be in her presence.
“Am I…” she asked, clutching your wrist, glancing around carefully.
You nodded, choking on your words. Tears obscured your vision, tears of a joy you would never describe. “You’re alive,” you promised, “and you’re safe.”
You embraced her, and the comfort you found in her arms would stay with you for the rest of your life. The safety you had experienced only in memory for longer than you could remember was finally present once more.
Every fear you had disappeared in that moment. Nothing could separate the two of you anymore. Death had tried its hardest, yet it had failed, and even if the two of you perished in what was to come, you would perish together, in each other’s arms.
She wiped your tears away.
She renewed your existence.
Such a comfort you had never known before.
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That night, in the safety of the academy’s walls, you sighed contentedly as Misty laid almost on top of you, one of her arms draped over your waist.
“I never stopped thinking of you,” she whispered abruptly. You had been stroking her hair, yet you froze. Misty’s voice was shaky from crying. “Every moment I was stuck there, all I wished for was to be with you.”
“I would have given anything for you to be with me,” you promised. “I would have traded places with you.”
“I know… I’m glad you didn’t, though. If you were there, if you had felt that pain, I never would have been able to live with it.”
You almost started crying again, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. More than you know. And I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”
And the weightlessness you felt was no longer a product of death – it was of hope.
