No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 1

No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 1

Repost from my old blog. Thankfully I had them posted on my AO3 account. Which if any of you are interested its evanthomashollandhiddleston. And here's a link to the series over there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26051317/chapters/63355576

It was time. I knew of my purpose from my conception. It wasn't a normal child. I didn't come into the world by normal means. I wasn't ever a gift from God I was a nightmare from Satan, at least in my mother's eyes. My father however, he loved me more than anything. It didn't matter how many times I accidentally lost my temper and someone paid their ultimate price, he would always be there cheering me on, making sure I was okay, even when I suddenly grew up overnight. I wasn't an adult and I wasn't prepared for it, neither was he, but he was there.

I looked in the mirror. Why these eyes? Why does face? Why light hair? Why am I made to look like this as opposed to all of the other things I could look like? Everything, I could have had and I'm this. I don't think I'm a horrible, but was his son going to feel that way? Right now wasn't the time to critique Satan’s creation. Now it's time to go, leave behind everything I ever knew. Everything I that ever made me feel secure: my father and my home. I was supposed to meet someone that I had never met before and I was expected to be married and be faithful to him when I didn't even know what his face looked like? I was told if I forsake Him and his plan in any way he would strike me down and send a new one. Did I really want this life? I can't do that to my father I couldn't make his life worse than it was. He needed me, always told me he did. How could I go and live in hell and in a way make him as well? I packed my bag. All of the few possessions I owned. It's time to go. I went over to my father.

“I have to go, He is calling me to my destiny.”

‘I know it has darling.” He was always so good to me. Despite the sadness his eyes held, he showed me the sweetest smile. “The Cortez will always be your home, but you must start anew. Never forget to come visit. Never forget how much I love you. Now you must go, meet your future husband. Make the most of what you have, your destiny is written for you, but you are still you.” I hugged him and walked out of the building before I lose the nerve. The taxi driver looked at me odd, as if he knew what I truly was, but I just told them simply where to go. Kineros Robotics, that's where I need to be. He drove me to my destination and refused my payment. Must’ve truly been scared of me. I went to the building and was greeted by a red-headed woman. She just looked like someone who would be a bitch and it didn’t change after she spoke.

“Appointment only. Don't care who you are or what you're here for.”

“I'm here to see somebody, the appointment was a moot point, at least that’s what I was told.” So a little white lie, wouldn’t affect her.

“Well Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter are in their lab. I assume you are here.” The way she said it was snippy and condescending. I knew what she was referring to. I, in no way, look like a prostitute. My skirt covered my ass, and my shirt covered everything. I shook my head.

“No, I'm here to see Mr. Langdon.”

“No appointment, no entry.”

“I'm going in whether or not you say I can. I will get in by any means necessary.” I reached into my bag to grab my knife I always carried with me.

“Alright fine go in quickly before I make you leave.” I did so and spent the next few minutes of wandering aimlessly. I found the lab, I knew even if Michael wasn't there, there would be another human being there that could show me where to go, I went in and 2 of the most desperate looking men, if you can really call them men, with the worst haircuts I've ever seen were snorting lines of coke. I made myself known.

“Who are you and why are you here?” the strawberry blond asked me.

“I’m here for Langdon.” I replied. They looked at each other as if surprised.

“Why? You a whore he paid for?”

“No. I’m here because his Father sent me. I’m here for a very important mission. Don’t you ever fucking call me a whore again.” They looked at each other and pointed to the office door. I went over and knocked. After a few moments I went inside. I found him sitting in his chair. He spun the chair around to face me.

“About time you showed up.”

“Well what a way to greet your future wife,” I stated.

“He didn’t do too bad in creating you. Tell me, if we both are born of Satan, aren’t we really siblings?’

“I don’t question your Father. We are not siblings, thankfully. This is awkward enough as it is. My father is Malthus, your father’s right hand man.”

“See Father never told me that. How do you know that if I don’t?”

“I can talk to my father, and you to yours. Satan speaks to me through Malthus. Besides, we both know I’m supposed to be your wife. I don’t get a choice, and I don’t know if you do or not. I’m am not a first choice, I do understand that.” He shook his head slightly.

“No. Given how he normally acts, you are a thousand times better than what I was expecting.”

“Alright, well I guess thanks for the compliment. Do you know why now was the time to send me up here?” He shook his head.

“I don’t and I honestly have no idea what we do from here. I’ve been given no instruction other than to impregnate you, but when was never in them.”

“So what do I do? I mean, why did I have to leave my old life now and not a few days before the apocalypse?” He shrugged.

“I suppose you can stay here. I have an important meeting with the cooperative in a few minutes. Why don’t you go out and supervise the idiots out in the lab.”

“Alright, well no one expects much of me other than to carry your heir so, alright.”

“I’m sorry, but you are not to know the details of the apocalypse.”

“I’m aware that I’m basically a fucktoy for you, so I’ll go.” I walked out and sat across from the bowl-cut losers.

“So who are you exactly?” The brunette asked.

“Michael’s wife.”

“He’s married? He looks like 20.”

“His appearance and age don’t matter. Satan sent me for him.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here now.”

“He told me too. I don’t get a choice in any of this. He sent my father, to use a vessel to impregnate my mother to have me. My mother left as soon as I was born. My father, raised me to know of my purpose. He wanted me to be somewhat prepared. I am to bear his child and if I am incapable of that, another will be sent for him. Otherwise we are to only lie with each other. No one else.”

“You’re just supposed to be here for when he needs to fuck?”

“For his child yes. I will care about him, but for now it’s as if we’re acquaintances.”

“What do we call you?”

“Call me Ash. You guys?”

“I’m Jeff and this is Mutt.”

“Alright. I’m in charge of supervising you so don’t fuck up and do what you’re supposed to and everything will be fine. I know quite a bit about robotics and shit, so if you need help with anything ask.” I smiled and walked over and laid down on the couch. This was going to be so exciting.

No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 4

Also available on my AO3.

Outpost 3

I awoke the next morning to a knock on my door. It was rough and loud, which informed me immediately that it wasn’t Michael. I got out of bed and answered it, in my nightgown. I opened the door to find Veneble.

“Good morning, Miss March. Please come with me right now, as I’ve got something special in mind for today.” She pulled me out the door harshly, directing me to the stairs. We went down to the first floor and she took me into the room she used to punish those who broke her rules. She shoved me in, and I fell onto my stomach.

“What the Hell?!” I screamed, she had Mead quickly tie up my hands and hang me from the ceiling. I was somewhat disoriented as I’d hit my head when she pushed me.

“You can’t do this.”

“I reign supreme here, and I will do as I wish and see fit. You’ve broken a rule and there must be punishment for your actions. I’m afraid killing you would only result in an angry Langdon. Should you say, disappear, then there would be no way he knew I was involved,” she walked around me in a circle. “Tell me, who is the father?”

“I’m not telling you shit! It is the father and my business not yours.”

“Perhaps then some, incidents will befall you and this bastard child will suffer as well. Besides, a whore like you doesn’t deserve to be a mother.” She rubbed her hand across my small bump as she threatened. She took her hand off and went towards the door. “Down here, no can hear you. Scream all you want, it will do no good. I will return tomorrow with Miss Mead. I suggest you consider identifying the father, or you will regret the day you were ever saved from the bombs.” She left.

I tired to pull my arms down. Of course, it was to no avail. I spent the next 15 minutes screaming, and once again nothing came from it. Michael would look for me, I knew he would.

(Michael! Please, please hear me!) I pleaded in my head. I hoped our telekinetic link would still work.

(Ashley, my queen, where are you? Veneble said she simply could not find you this morning. I know she’s a liar.) He replied after a few minutes.

(The punishment room. Ask around, you’ll find it.) I started to drift off into a sleep, though why was unknown to me. A while later I heard the door open. It woke me and I looked up, hoping to everything I knew that it was Michael. Much to my dismay, it wasn’t.

“Have you decided to come clean?” It was Veneble’s voice.

“No fucking way.” She walked over and hit my stomach with her cane. “Fuck!”

“This is no way to abort a child, but if I have to, a fall down a flight of stairs should take care of it don’t you think? Now tell, who is the father?!” Just then I heard the door again and saw Veneble whip around to see Michael.

“What the hell are you doing?! Did I not tell you I would take care of the situation? You’ve been on thin fucking ice since I got here, and tis is over the line.” He walked over pushing her to the floor. He reached up and freed my hands. “You OK, baby?”

I nodded lightly.

“Why do you treat her so highly? Explain to me why her and her bastard child are so important to you.” Veneble screamed from the floor. Michael put his foot on her neck.

“This is my wife and my child. You are nothing but pathetic scum. How dare you threaten my wife.” He pushed harder until I heard a pop. Her body went limp. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up love.” He picked me up and carried me to his room, ignoring the glares we received from the other residents of the Outpost.

Pre-Apocalypse

2 weeks had passed since that fight. It seemed as though our bond had grown exponentially. Michael had become much more affectionate. Not PDA necessarily, but it was hand holding and every once in a while, a kiss on the cheek. The latter was initiated by either party, primarily me at first. Mutt and Jeff had ceased their inappropriate comments to me as well.

I was making dinner, when I felt arms wrap around me. I turned and saw Michael, his chin resting on my shoulder. I smiled as I stirred the sauce for our spaghetti.

“What are you doing, Mikey?” I asked trying to focus my eyes on the stove.

“Can’t I hug my fiancé from behind?” He replied. “Where did you learn to cook anyway?”

“Well, Miss Evers, my dad’s maid, taught me. She never really liked me, but tried to get in good with my dad.” He hummed in response. “Food’s ready. Wanna help me set the table?” Michael grabbed plate and silverware, setting the table without complaint. We sat down to eat.

“How was your day?” he asked. Uneventful. The coke heads are almost done with your project. How was yours?”

“Long. I swear I work with idiots. Can’t do the simplest thing. It seems the apocalypse will be occurring sooner than expected.”

“How soon?”

“A month. Don’t worry I have a place for you. Unfortunately, I’m expected to leave you at an Outpost, before we get to reunite. The wedding for us should be taking place next week.”

“Wow, rushing things. We’ll get everything figured out.”

After dinner, I cleaned up the mess and went into the bedroom. I was sitting on the bed, reading some true crime book I’d found. Michael followed laying next to me.

“One week, and you are officially Mrs. Langdon,” he commented. I put the book on the nightstand and faced him. “You excited?”

“How could I not be? I’m going to be marrying you.” I chuckled rolling on to my back.

“I sense hesitation, do you not want to?”

“Of course, I do. I’m just…nervous. It’s a big life change.”

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be great. We’ll go in front of the church and be unified in evil and love.” He kissed me and for whatever reason, that was enough to calm my nerves, even if it was just temporary.

I always love that Till will sometimes take his poetry and make it into a full on song. Nass, Schweiss, Was Ich Liebe, Zick Zack, all have features similar to or take from various poems he's written in year prior.

No Choice (Michael Langdon x OFC) Pt. 2

Repost from my old blog. Also available on my AO3: Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26051317/chapters/63355714#workskin

2 Years Later 18 months. We’d been down here for 18 months. I was certain I was close to losing my calm.

Michael had visited me once around 3 months ago. Of course, no one knew this. He had spent his time here kissing me, touching me, fucking me, even impregnating me. He had not returned since. I knew it could be a while until he did. I had yet to tell him of our family’s growth.

I was sitting in the lounge area in front of the fire. I was on the floor, looking for some sort of sign, even if I knew the chances of there being one was slim to none. I was attempting to now meditate when Coco came into the room. She plopped down, rather ungracefully. She began droning on about how the outpost wasn’t what she wanted it to be.

“I mean no sex? Shouldn’t we be breeding for the New World or whatever?” It was a constant occurrence, her endless complaining. I had grown sick of it. “Oh, I am so sure the New World need filled with children as entitled and spoiled as you.”

“Did Ms. Solitary say something? I guess we need more anti-social bitches like you right?” I turned and looked towards her.

“Whatever, you are nothing. All you are good for is being a spoiled brat. You know so little about me, and refuse to try, so caught in your self-absorbed ways. ‘Because my daddy had money, I got to survive the fucking apocalypse. But there’s no 5 course meals, and no sex. Poor me.’ You know, even if we were allowed to, no one would want to fuck a narcissistic bitch like you.” I stood. “You must get off from hearing your own voice, because you use it so damn much. You’d be the only one to, cause no one else wants to hear that.” She walked over and slapped me. I faced her smiling, knowing I’d gotten to her. I turned sharply and went to my room.

Not even 10 minutes after I returned to my quarters, Veneble busted in. “Lounge. Now. We have a very important guest.” I got up and she pulled me to her. She whispered into my ear. “You will be punished for what was said to Coco.” I moved back and around her, heading into the lounge once again.

That’s when I saw him. Michael. He was finally here, in the flesh.

“Hello again Ash,” he spoke.

“You know him?” Coco asked disgusted. I ignored her.

“Now that everyone is here…I’m Mr. Langdon, and I represent the Cooperative. I have been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival. I could take all of you, or none of you. Those who make it, live. Those who don’t end up like my horses. I will begin by interviewing each and every one of you individually.”

“I’ll go first,” I heard Gallant proclaim.

“Ms. March will be first.” He spoke looking at me. I got up and stood by him.

“If you know each other, how is it fair to me? She’ll obviously get in, without even earning it,” Coco complained, yet again.

“Now, now Miss St. Pierre Vanderbilt. I’ll put all of our previous meetings away. It will be based on interview. This is not a know-who situation.” Langdon had stoked my upper arm, before escorting me to his office. Once the door was closed he spoke again.

“You’re pregnant.” It was a statement not a question. Of course he knew, he was the anti-Christ after all.

“Yes, Mr. Langdon. I assume you knew as soon as it happened, yes?”

“So wise. Our child will inherit the world, Mrs. Langdon. He will be a great and powerful leader.” I smiled. The gap between us was closing very quickly.

“I’m aware, your father had informed me of that even before I came to Earth.” I reached my hand up and pulled his lips to mine. “How missed you, my dear husband.” He laid his hands on my belly, smiling.

“I’ve missed you too my sweet.” He led me to his chair. He sat and had me sit on his lap.

“Are you going to interview me? How else will I get into the Sanctuary?” I smiled and he kissed me again.

“I suppose you could earn your way. Maybe, service me and I’ll allow it.”

“With great pleasure, sir.” I smirked kissing him again more passionately. Just then there was a knock on the door. I got off of him and he went to answer it.

“What?” He angrily spoke to the person.

“I believe Ms. March here has broken a few rules. Including our most important. How else would she have ended up pregnant?” It was Veneble. She had never liked me and now probably hated me for knowing Michael.

“Well, I’m sure I can a fit and just punishment for her. How do you know she is?”

“I have my ways Mr. Langdon.” With that she shot me a glare and left.

“A good little girl getting pregnant? What would God think? I mean perhaps he’d smite you where you stand.” He was playing now.

“Pleasures of the flesh, are so addictive darling. Fuck God. Hail Satan.” We reconnected our bodies. “Besides is it really a sin to have sexual relations with one’s husband?”

“I suppose I should punish you then. Since you’ve broken such an important rule.” I bit my lip. “We should wait until tonight, that way I truly draw it out. Now, go. I have more interviews to conduct.” I got up and went to the door. “Until tonight, Mrs. Langdon.”

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

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