These will be one shot like continuations to Puppets on a String (Grace and I couldn't stay away) and features 'dark' Cordelia in her position of Supreme. Simultaneous Cordison and Foxxay is shipped, and though the lines might be blurred, will not contain Madison/Misty.
Note that Cordelia's character has changed, like in Puppets, to allow for a darker tint. She is not completely in character, the others are.
WARNING: Please keep in mind that these are not healthy relationships, and that neither I or Grace condone them as such. Please do not read if you're not comfortable with emotional abuse, polyamorous relationships, or kinda threesom-y instances.
Headcanoned and beta-ed by Grace
Madison didn't quite understand how'd she'd gotten to this point, didn't quite understand how she'd gone from alive to dead to alive again. No. She did. Not that she wanted to think about it. Not that she wanted to think about the scars around her neck and her arm and the lingering bruises left by the boy's tight fingers around her throat. She didn't know much, now that she thought about it. She hadn't known much before apart from the constant fluctuation of the price of cocaine, of where she could get booze without being picked on too hard for being Madison Montgomery, the failed child star. Not much at all.
There were two things she knew, two things she was sure of. That Cordelia Goode owned the Coven wholeheartedly, ran it with an iron fist inside a velvet glove, and that she owned Madison just as much.
And Misty.
The dirty blonde'd been brought back before the wild one, given a hard talking to. Between sweet words and caresses, Cordelia'd held her by her ear, pulling tight on it as she hissed in it, laid down the rules to what was to come.
You have to share.
It was such a distant word for her, a word she'd never used before, never been taught, never been asked to follow or repeat like a mantra with the other children in her kindergarten class. Share. Such an alien term.
She didn't want to share, she hadn't wanted to before, but as the Supreme had so nicely reminded her there by her ear as she nipped across her jawline, through the hazy fog of lust, it'd led to her second death. And if she wanted her third, she only had to say so, to pull a jerk move, to hurt Misty again.
Because as much as it was about Madison, it was about Misty too. As somewhat proud as the Supreme had been at the girl for asserting her dominance, for baring her teeth, there was an underlying sense of disgust at her trust being thrown away again and again, at her outer walls taking a tarnish at this young witch going out and doing apart from what she'd been told. Don't go out, stay at my side, keep your eyes on me. Simple rules never meant to be broken that Madison, as was her usual, had simply broken.
You can stay as long as you listen and watch. You're not smarter than me, you never were. I live and you breathe, understood?
And of course she understood.
Madison'd been there to hold the swamp witch when she'd been brought back from Hell, been there to comfort her as she cried and coughed up blood and grasped for something as simple as human contact. And Cordelia'd watched from up high, fire in her eyes and a small smile on her face. She'd gotten her girls back and now they just had to share.
Share.
God she hated that word. She hated it so much. Especially when it came to Cordelia. Her Supreme, their Supreme now. She wanted to scream and to yell and to rip out Misty's eyes, her blue-green gaze. Replace them with blood red ones because to her she was nothing more than a sneaky smiled devil. She was a sweetheart. A goddamned sweetheart. She possibly couldn't hate her as much as she wanted to. It was so much harder to in reality. She had that drawl that made the sun sing, those hands that brought so much warmth to her ice cold soul when she placed them on her back to rub soothing circles.
As much as she knew, the wild blonde was just as confused with Cordelia's choice to bring them both home. It brought her some satisfaction to see Misty flounder, at least she wasn't the only one who was lost in this house. At least they were both staring off into space, waiting for the oldest blonde to let them breathe in, and letting them breathe out. Two puppies lost in the void of their master's eyes.
But it didn't mean she liked talking to her.
God, she stayed as far away as she could. She could hardly stand Cordelia's smirks, her well placed quips. But she could not, absolutely could not, stand the way she let her black eyes linger over Misty's muscular frame.
It felt so much like when the Supreme, then headmistress, had first forgotten her, had first left her for Misty. But now Cordelia wouldn't, she'd sworn it to Madison when she'd asked as they stood over the swamp witch's ashes, candles burning. But it meant sharing.
She really, really, hated that word.
The dirty blonde glanced up from her phone. Most nights she didn't dare to, not with the Supreme watching and waiting for her to mess up, trip. But tonight she did, and she met Misty's blue-green eyes, wary from sleep, the nap she'd decided to take feet away from Madison.
"Hey."
Madison sniffed lightly and returned her focus to her phone, though her thumb slid around aimlessly.
"Ya okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Okay."
Misty was opening her mouth to speak again, but her gaze diverted up and the dirty blonde's eyes suddenly closed as a hand landed on her cheek, as nails raked down her neck, playing with her scars, rubbing the skin there. She could almost hear Cordelia purr. She wasn't sure she was glad of this new power, this transmutation. She couldn't hear her coming now.
"Are my girls getting along?"
"Do you see us fighting?" Madison asked, finding it hard to bite back her anger. The Supreme's fingers raked a little harder and she hissed out at the pain left there. Misty buried herself into her shawl, eyes peeking out from behind it, settled on Madison.
"I like it when you get along." The dirty blonde shivered, goosebumps breaking out over her skin as Cordelia spoke in her ear. "That'd almost call for a reward, what do you think?"
Misty said nothing, and the younger girl knew well enough to keep her own mouth shut.
"Smart, Maddie, to follow Misty's lead. Smart." Cordelia whispered. She placed a small kiss to the top of her head and stood straight, and both girls waited until the clack of her heels had receded into nothing before breathing again.
Misty spoke first, her voice soft, her accent light. "I don't know how to feel about this."
"About what."
"Us. Her." Her voice became quiet. "That constant dark cloud over her head."
Madison let out the breath she'd been holding. "At least there's that." She stood abruptly, her phone threatening to fall from between her fingers, but Misty's hand on her wrist stopped her.
"Can we talk about this?"
"No. Let go."
She wanted to hate Misty. She was such a logical being, so much more logical than Madison'd ever been, a wise soul to her drunken one. As long as it didn't come to Cordelia, of course. Madison knew she'd held out longer to the headmistress's advances, though she'd fallen deeper much faster. Could either of them be blamed?
It took her longer than usual to climb the stairs, drained as she felt. Every time Cordelia touched her, it left searing marks on her soul, it left her run down. She'd wait in her room, like every night, to see if the Supreme visited her, or if she left her a sweet text message. 'Come here.' or 'Good night.'. She'd wait and listen for Misty's barefoot feet in the hall if she got the latter, though sometimes it was as silent as death had been. Sometimes she wondered what Cordelia did on the nights where they all slept apart. Sometimes she wondered what Cordelia was thinking when they all shared the same bed.
OOOoooOOO
"I want boundaries."
Cordelia sighed as her thumb rubbed against the bridge of her nose, as she tried hard not to raise her head and glare up at the young blonde standing firm in front of her desk. She couldn't help herself though, and her black eyes met light hazel ones. Madison fell back a step, but she stayed put. "I'm working."
"And I want to talk."
"I'm working." Cordelia repeated, but she threw her pen down as she stood to tower over the dirty blonde. She'd never been inherently tall, but she was tall enough for Madison.
"I want to talk." The girl whispered, looking up. She was glad that the desk sat between them, but it was shortlived as the Supreme rounded it to stand in front of her. Her head was pulled back by strong fingers in her hair.
"Then talk. And hurry, I have papers to finish." The woman snapped. She let the girl go and moved to the file cabinets in the corner of the study. She glanced over her shoulder and motioned for Madison to continue.
"I want boundaries."
"As you said."
"I don't want Misty around."
Cordelia laughed lightly, but there was no joy in it. "Is that it?"
"I don't mean I don't want her, that I don't want her here." Madison added quickly. "I mean I don't want her around when I'm with you. My time with you shouldn't have her walking in like she always does."
"You could always walk in on us."
"Delia."
"And what do you want me to do?" Cordelia growled. "Get a restraining order for you two?"
"You could, you could give us rooms!"
The Supreme spared a glance at the girl.
"Like, we could each have a room we're allowed in, and not."
The Supreme bit the inside of her cheek. "Boundaries."
"Yes."
Cordelia crossed her arms and turned to lean on the cabinets. "I'm guessing you already thought those through."
"She's always in the greenhouse with you, and I personally can't stand it down there. That can be her space." Madison's words were rushing out. "And, and I can have your study. Does that seem fair?"
Cordelia's hand raised and she sifted her fingers through Madison's hair as she mulled her thoughts over. "I'll have to ask Misty."
"I'm sure she'll say yes." The dirty blonde urged. "Please, for me."
"For you?"
"Us. You and me. And her." Madison leaned up and kissed Cordelia. She brought the Supreme down to her, arched her back as the woman followed her. "Please."
"If it'll stop your whining-" Cordelia peppered a few kisses to her cheeks, down to her neck. "-Then fine." She pushed Madison away lightly. "But if I hear you're crossing into her territory-" The dirty blonde shook her head violently before kissing her again.
"I wouldn't dare."
"Good." The Supreme broke away from her and went back to the files she'd left on her desk. "You can tell her."
"I, what?"
"It was your idea." Cordelia replied almost innocently. "So you get to tell her." She smiled. "Have fun."