Madison Montgomery x Stan Vogel - Into The Woods (American Horror Stories AU)

They are a human subpopulation that lives in the deep woods, like animals. I call them Feral Nation. If you ask me, I think they're descendants of the old mountain men who never came down outta the mountains. Or maybe they're Civil War soldiers who never surrendered after the war. Hell, maybe they're just normal people who checked out

This all sounds like some bogus spook you made up just to keep me here.

Don't be like that baby. It's Halloween night. And everyone trusts a park Ranger.

“Come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at Tiffany. I really do believe in you, let’s see if you believe in me.”

—Madison?!

{AU}:

The stars are many, that night. Everything seems like on the wait, like there is something that’s supposed to come. But it doesn’t. Not yet.Black dresses are the ones of the witches that walk before Michael. They’re talking to each other, barely minding him. He is nothing but a threat to their Supreme. That’s what they know- that’s what they think. Except one of them.There she is, Madison, turning back at him. Smiling. Michael smiles back before he knows it. She stops- lets him reach her side. Behold and John Henry glance at the two. They know what’s going on, and they care more than the other witches do, about both.The walk is not long, and eventually they all decide what to do. Madison has still not left Michael’s side, and now they’re holding hands. Until- it’s finally there. The fireworks, and someone shouting “Happy New Year!”. It’s really there. People laugh and hug each other, and–Before they know, Michael is there, his lips on Madison’s, holding her. Kissing her.

Madison Montgomery x Thomas Brown - Nymphetamine ( American Horror Stories AU)

Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest where whispers persuade More sugar trails more white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon as we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the bind of your holiness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key