Two years? It's taken me two years to write an epilogue? A lot has happened in these two years, I've written another AHS story taking place during Asylum, not finished obviously because I'm slow AF but a good amount of it is done. I've also graduated from college with degrees in Criminology and Writing (double major here whoop whoop). This chapter is inappropriate or unsuitable for kids, prudes, and homophobes. Everyone else, enjoy.

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When Cordelia and Misty stood across from each other, they saw each other in their purest forms. The white and lacey gowns being worn could've been created from dirt and it wouldn't have made a difference to either.

There wasn't an official, or an audience at all except for Willow. The two witches stood at the edge of the Cliffs of Moher.

"I vow to love you every second of every day. And I will never, ever leave you again," Misty choked halfway through her vows.

"I vow to dance with you all the time, even if I'm tired or having a bad day," Cordelia continued.

"There will never come a time when you can't talk to me, about anything. Come rain or shine, your life is my life and we'll make it through every day together."

"I will love this child as fiercely as if she came from my own body." Cordelia held Willow up, who was just shy of turning one. She placed a kiss on her head and looked deeply into Misty's eyes.

"I will protect you with my life. Both of you."

The ocean sang to them, with the waves that heard their promises. At twilight, it was the most beautiful sight on the coast of Ireland besides them. The rings slid onto their fingers with ease. "Forever," said Misty. "Until the end of time," Cordelia whispered before taking her wife in a long-awaited moment.

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That night, after laying Willow down under a protection spell in the bungalow, Misty joined Cordelia in the waterfall under the Jamaican moon. Her lips on Cordelia's chest were getter warmer and they made Cordelia gasp. She laid on a green leaf as big as her entire body, Misty's fine hands traced her ivory skin.

"Where are we going tomorrow, my wife?" she whispered as she began making her way down to Cordelia's navel and hips.

"Oh you know, Paris, Barcelona…" a gasp came from Cordelia's lips. Misty glanced up with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well I've never been anywhere, so I want to see everything…"

Cordelia's eyes squeezed shut and she held her breath. Misty's tongue caused surges through her entire body, from her shoulders into her toes. This woman made her pulse in ways she never knew was possible, the actual physicality of their relationship was cosmological. Their type of love had to be designed by the universe itself. There was no way that intimacy was supposed to feel this intense. When Misty's face found Cordelia's most sensitive spot, it took everything in her not to cry out in the sharpest pitch.

The way her tongue slid down…and circled…and circled, or the beating of her fingers inside the wetness. Cordelia squirmed, and her moans were masked by the sound of the water. Misty could still hear everything, on the verge of orgasm herself. The way that Delia didn't try to hide the reaction to her touch, the way that her teeth peeked out from under her lips with heavy gasps.

They both came at the exact same time, and continued to make love for hours and hours. Cordelia twisted her fingers into Misty's long blonde hair. She left scratches on her back, but Misty didn't mind.

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When the honeymoon was over, the new family transmuted back to their home in New Orleans. Though the classes this year were small, four days was long enough to be absent. Cordelia arrived back to her office and found that all was still in order.

"Thank you for holding down the fort, Zoe," she said graciously to the young witch-turned secretary and advisor. "My pleasure, and how was the wedding?"

"Breathtaking."

Zoe approached Misty and Willow, who began to bounce happily at Zoe's presence. "You know I would've been glad to babysit."

"We know," said Misty. Though they trusted Zoe with Willow's life, the ceremony wouldn't have been complete without her. And truthfully, their wedding couldn't have been more perfect. It was private, small, and away from all evil in the most beautiful places of the world. All they needed was each other, and that's what they got.

Misty was also no longer afraid of magic. With Cordelia, she knew that she was safe. Willow even began sleeping in her own room, of course it was right next to theirs. But each day was progress.

"You did good, kid," Misty said kissing Zoe on her cheek and heading towards the staircase for a long-needed nap.

"Excellent," Cordelia agreed throwing her arms around Zoe and squeezing her tight. "So did you," Zoe said. And Cordelia took a hard look at her before smiling and following her wife up to bed for a nap as well. If Willow agreed to it, of course.

That night when they did lay down for bed, their arms and legs intertwined underneath the sheets. That was another way that Cordelia was a comfort to Misty. She knew that as long as she felt Delia's skin against hers, it meant that she was safe, her and Willow. Her circle had grown, and maybe would grow again one day. If they somehow managed to add another child to the mix…she often thought about the girls that came to their school. The ones who were turned away by unaccepting parents, or the ones who just seemed to be angry. She could be a friend, a mentor, a mother-figure to them.

Cordelia showed her that love was stronger than anything. Even death, and it was now in her heart to bring that same gift to the world. She knew how to bring an animal back to life, and how to move an object with her mind, and how to transport herself to another country without even concentrating that hard. After how much she aged within the last few years, those little tricks weren't the hardest part of being a witch. The hardest part was existing. Living in a world where humans do such cruel and awful things to each other. She wished that things were still as they were in the garden of Eden, before the fall.

But that was what the coven was for, to be there, and to help each other co-exist.

"Delia?" she asked in the dark, and their hands clasped softly. "Mmm?" the Supreme groaned, barely audible.

"I love our tribe," she whispered. Cordelia snuggled a little bit closer to her. In her groggy state, everything about their life made more sense to her than it ever had before. They were making more than just a home, a school, a tribe. It was a sanctuary. And that thought planted sweet dreams on her eyelids. In this life, they were souls were connected by an unexplainable love. And nothing in the world was stronger than that.

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I hope that it being so short wasn't disappointing. I just feel like Misty and Cordelia finally have their happy ending and I don't want to ruin it. Thank you for reading my story. :) Please leave a review if you have a chance. Thanks again.