Imagine Your The Soulmates With Michael Langdon, But Youre The Child Of Michael, The Archangel

Imagine your the soulmates with Michael Langdon, but you’re the child of Michael, the archangel

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“So, we’re supposed to be soulmates?”

“Your name is Michael, right?” 

“Are you just going to ignore what I’m saying?” 

I only snorted at the annoyance that went over his face. 

“My father’s name is Michael. He’s not like you though.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“He’s an angel.”

The Impossible Conclusion - Chapter Two

Intro 1 

A/N This is short, but I’m updating again tonight. This is a little more on the fluffy and happy side. Bucky will be coming in soon in the future; currently thinking next chapter. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please let me know!

“Never no tears for that sucker Only one dick, that's a bummer Dancing all night, get guys' numbers”

I swung my hips around, exaggerating my silly dance tenfold while getting water everywhere washing dishes. 

My shirt was sopping wet and I probably looked like a rat considering my hair only seemed to try and curl awfully after getting even the slightest bit wet.

“Baby, no tears for that sucker We'll never go dry this whole summer Wanna get over, get under”

“I really hope you’re not singing that about you-know-who?”, an amused voice belonging to Natasha sounded behind me. 

“Jesus!” I yelped, splashing even more water on myself and the kitchen floor before promptly glaring at the smirking red head. Huffing, I continued on with my scrubbing, this time not dancing like a fool. 

I glanced to the side of me when she came to lean against the counter, like waiting and watching prey, to see if I’d say something. 

“You know he’s not Voldemort, right?” A short silence was filled with spoons and forks clinking together as I washed them next.

“You can say his name, Nat. Today was a...tolerable day and I wanna get out of this- whatever this feeling is. I hate feeling like I can’t get out of bed in the morning.” I glared down at my soapy and pruned hands. She didn’t say anything the whole time I spoke and when I looked at her I realized she was looking out the window. 

She’s done that before. Stare off into nothing and normal people wouldn’t ask or think anything of it, but being her friend, I knew exactly why. Nat was thinking of her own soulmate and how she would never know him. His or her, never asked, name was burned off of her skin at a young age to protect any weakness from herself and others getting to her. I knew she thought how I was acting was selfish, but at the same time, she understood. 

Flicking my hands to get remaining water off before drying them off with a towel. I put my hand on her shoulder, causing her to blink, and finally look at me. Her eyes seemed hollow but tears were swimming in them. 

I pursed my lips together, smiling sadly. 

“I know things haven’t been okay. Even after everything.” I paused before sliding my hand down her shoulder until my arm was back at my side. “I love you, Nat. You’re like my sister. You are my sister.”

She smiled then, slowly and one little tear found its way down her cheek before she leaned in to hug me. 

“I love you too, Koletta.” She leaned out of the hug, fast, her long red hair almost hitting me in the face. Her smile was wide now and despite her watery eye, she looked happy. “Damn, this whole war thing has made me soft, huh?”, she choked out before wiping a stray tear. 

Straightening up after I thought about what I wanted to ask; what I needed to ask. 

“Natasha, do you think that it would be alright if I went to Morgan’s birthday party in my tactical gear-” Her eyes widened with excitement as her hold on me got tighter. “-but less knifey and I won’t even bring my glock- UGH.” I didn’t get to finish my teasing because my body was being constricted like a damn python. 

I heard a giggle over Nat’s shoulder and I stood on my tippy toes to see Wanda holding her giggles in, failing to hold them in, while walking down the hallway to her room. 

“BITCH! Come save me from this- AHH!” I didn’t get through my rather vulgar  sentence before I felt Natasha squeeze me even tighter. 

It was usually so out of character for her to be this happy, but I knew it had to do with my depressive state slowly going away. 

Despite her almost breaking my ribs, my smile started to hurt my face it was so big. 

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Imprint!Reader x Paul Lahote (Platonic) & Embry Call (Romantic)

This was requested by an anonymous, but I loved writing this concept. They originally asked for a polly type relationship, but because I was uncomfortable with the concept I got their permission to write it where it's polly, but one is platonic and the other is romanic. Hope you enjoy!

Two imprints. Two imprints when one imprint was already supposed to be rare. And it was weird.

You weren't even Quileute. You had just moved to the reservation with your mom and your new step-dad who just so happened to have Quileute in him.

Everything happened at chance as to how it came to be that you were an imprint to two people.

Embry Call and Paul Lahote.

It was strange how walking on the beach by yourself turned into suddenly (almost) running into quite literally a pack of shirtless Native Americans.

They weren't even concerned with you at first not until you had actually ran into Paul.

You looked up after hitting his naked chest and you were captured in his eyes. You were do hyper focused in on his eyes that you could see the little flecks of gold interlaced with the dark brown. And warmth filled in your blood and your skin, and suddenly it didn't matter that you'd probably just made a fool of yourself.

But Paul was horrified and he let it show on his face. He was dating Rachel. He had just started dating Rachel and he had imprinted.

So whilst you sat there, mouth gaping as you watched the half-naked guy who'd you ran into start to shake with anger, and the other people around him were holding onto him attempting to calm him down, you were grabbed by the arms by a set of warm hands.

And then whoever was pulling you and holding you in their arms away from the angry man, spoke.

"Hey! Listen it'll all be okay. He just gets ma-"

He had turned you around, making eye contact with you. It was supposed to be reassuring but it only seemed to cause panic to ripple throughout everyone around you.

But why? Why was it such a big deal? What was even happening?

The man, also shirtless held eye contact almost longer than the other one. But staring into his eyes, you could feel your insides shifting.

As if they were making room and locking into place.

As if you were finally complete.

Your breath was knocked out of you and warmth filled you once again. But it was a different kind.

It traveled into your blood and your skin. All the way through your body and down to your toes. And yet you were shivering.

A shaky breath turned into a small, "Hi." from you and the man, who you'd later find out was Embry Call, smiled only faintly.

It was awkward after that. The mysterious men walked away, with trouble of course.

Paul, you'd also find out was shaking with anger and Embry was only reduced to a confused, upset puppy. Mopping behind the pack while they made their way into the forest.

You thought you would see the last of them. But that didn't happen as they were in your English and History class.

At first, they weren't sure how this was supposed to work. And even their wolves seemed confused. Not sure if they should fight each other or share.

It wasn't normal.

But it was what it was, so after a few awkward conversations with Sam and multiple heated arguments with each other, Embry and Paul came to the conclusion they would let you decide.

You would see them both a lot then. It was almost confused about how much these two boys cared. You became friends with them immediately but found it odd that they were always flanking you on both sides like body guards.

Paul was the first to notice that although he had imprinted on you and they had agreed that they would let you decide, he found that he still loved Rachel. He cared for you more than anything could be described but he didn't see his future flashing at him with you cuddled into him or even kissing you. You were there in his head, but you almost felt like a sister or a best friend. A very best friend.

He tried hiding it, feeling as if it would be shameful to not feel anything but immense love for his imprint in a way that meant they'd be lovers.

But when Embry revealed himself to you as a wolf and they both took you to the bonfire, you were more than fine with it.

Paul didn't come out right and tell you he only thought of you as a best, best friend.

It was you who said, "Paul...I do-don't really think of you like that. I mean...I know you imprinted on me and Embry did, too. But I feel a different kind of...feeling when I'm with Embry then I'm with you."

You had bitten your lip, face growing pale.

You had expected him to get that hurt look in his eyes that Em did when you said you had to get up from cuddling to use the bathroom, but instead you were pulled into a suffocating hug.

And then Paul was laughing a happy laugh and almost like he couldn't believe it, his eyes stayed wide open.

"Y/N! I love you, but...I also don't feel that way. I love Rachel. And I love you. But I love you differently than I love Rachel."

Then you were smiling up at him, because you hated thinking you had ruined their relationship and that you'd hurt some poor girl. Paul and Rachel were gonna be okay.

And then there was Embry. He was always nervous, which was out of character for him to those who'd known him his entire life.

He took you to the beach where you first met, of course after getting a stern talking to by Paul himself.

He kissed you against the sand when you both had tripped while only paying attention to each other. His lips warm and soft. You felt his smile when you ran a hand through his cropped, dark hair.

Every second Friday of the month, both Paul and Embry will take you to the beach. Wanting to reminisce on when they first laid their eyes on their imprint.

The three of you walking along the shore.

You holding both of their hands, only difference being that you were leaning into Embry.

You leaned your head on Em's shoulder then.

For it always raining, the sun sure did shine today.

"I love you, both. You know?"

Paul smiled, squeezing your hand.

Embry let out a puff of air throw his nose with a happy little snort, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Yeah."

Ehnita

A long time ago a pact was formed with Ziio and Tsio:kwaris, a nearby  Kanien’kehá:ka or Mohawk tribe chief that if one day Tsio:kwaris was to have a daughter, then Ziio’s son, Ratonhnhaké:ton would be arranged to marry her whenever she came of age. 

Unfortunate as it was, Tsio:kwaris only had five sons and no daughters. 

Until one day while hunting, his eldest son found a small child. A white baby girl who was crying her head off. There were no parents in sight and instead of minding his own business the son thankfully took her to his father. 

Despite the superstitious opinions of his tribe, he decided to keep the baby as his only daughter. 

Her name is Ehnita, meaning moon. Called by her Mohawk name whenever they saw her hair was silver. 

Although whenever she was fifteen, her adoptive father grew very ill, and died shorty after of a sickness caught from the nearby Europeans. But before his passing, he told her of the arrangement made between him and the late wonderful Ziio. In wanting to fulfill this pact for her father, she decides when she’s eighteen she will set out from New York and seek for the man called  Ratonhnhaké:ton in Massachusetts. 

And now, the time has come. 

Michael Langdon was smol and they took advantage of that

I'm finna do a damn essay on the multiple points in which Michael Langdon could've been saved but because everyone around him was shit to the smol bean, he is now fully satanic. Like he could've been good. So many points to make.

So, I'm going to be doing that essay. Now.

They killed Ms. Mead. I feel that if the witches didn't kill Ms. Mead, he wouldn't have been like aye I'm gonna now completely turn to my father because I'm lost, but I'm not gonna turn to you guys either cause you killed my only mother figure.

Michael's mom rejected him. I understand how resentful you could be (especially if the baby is the child is the outcome of rape and thats a whole other conversation to have within itself) but, when you see how Michael is, you'd think just maybe Vivian would want to at least talk to him. Say hi. And I think if he had a mother figure before Ms. Mead he'd be less likely to go with the 3 dickwads. Vivian should've realized that hey, even if you do stab him. He ain't gonna just fuck off forever. And also, if you'd guide him to the right path maybe he wouldn't turn to someone else for comfort.

Constance should stop trying to be a mother. Do I really need to explain this one?

Tate also rejected Michael and yelled at him. Tate is honestly a hypocrite. Like baby, what are you doinnnng??? If you hate that your "son" is being evil and shiza, try talking to him. Like if he looks up to you, obviously, teach him not to make your mistakes.

Ben is a shit therapist and person, enough said.

Violet is the only one who I can't say anything bad about, cause she didn't do anything to him, but if she would've talked to him then that could've been another relationship tying him down to do good things.

Cordelia was honestly being horrible to him then tried to pull the "I'll help you be good" out of her ass

Ariel, the Warlocks, his followers, and INCLUDING MS. FUCKING MEAD all used him and only "cared" for him because of either his power or the fact the he was the son of Satan

Mallory should've just sucked it up and made friends with Michael. Maybe even show him love. Show him how to use his powers because although she isn't the son of Satan, she does have a certain power that she can teach. Guide him to use from the light and maybe even stop the end of the world.

AND EVEN IF SHE DID GO THROUGH WITH KILLING HIM. CONSTANCE COULD'VE AT LEAST TAKEN HIM TO THE MURDER HOUSE. Not only would this put the whole anti-christ thing on hold, but he would've had to eventually reconcile with Ben, his mother, and Tate. If they would've just TAUGHT HIM RIGHT AND WRONG INSTEAD OF YELLING AT SMOL BEAN.

Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way.