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lucifer’s waltz
↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.
pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack
rating: PG13
inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q
tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii @jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon @codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen
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Sam, Dean, Jack, and Castiel were cramped inside the Impala, in search for Michael, the older twin brother of Jack. The Nephilim was causing all kinds of havoc across the world, even managing to escape “angel radar” as Dean put it. It seemed as if Jack was the embodiment of Kelly in all ways (minus when he loses control of his powers) while Michael was the embodiment of Lucifer, always calculating everyone’s moves and having motives that he was planning to carry out.
Jack and Michael’s thoughts were interlinked, meaning that if Jack thought something, Michael would be able to hear it. Though, lately, it has been dead quiet, with the last message being, “Watch this world rot in Hell for eternity, brother.”
When Jack told this to the other three (Mary was still on a long hunt), and they all dropped their plans, gathering everything they needed to kill a Nephilim. Mary had called her boys, and all they heard were her cries as Michael tortured her for his pleasure. They heard his masochistic laughs in the background, and for Mary, her cries were mostly from fear as Michael showed her the face many have come to recognize as the White Demon.
The face, one with three upside-down crosses scarred onto the forehead, eyes the color of the darkest onyx, skin as white as snow, with dark veins coming down the eyes, brought fear among all things, even more terrifying that Lucifer’s true face. This was the face of pure, true-born, unadulterated evil.
Dean’s car was pushed to its limit, the speedometer telling Dean he was going 40 miles over the speed limit, but, luckily, it was a back road behind a farming town. Michael was already influencing the beginning of the end, they all noticed, as corn along the edges of the field slowly turned black and died. Horses tipped over as their muscles withered away, leaving behind a fresh carcass that looked like it was already 5 months into decaying. Michael was stronger than they thought. Perhaps even stronger than Jack and Castiel.
They reached the crossroad where it would lead them to the Antichrist’s location, but it was still over an hour away. As Jack’s grace was stolen by Lucifer, he couldn’t teleport there, and that’s what sucked the most: a Nephilim was the biggest threat to another Nephilim.
The hour has passed already, and they were nearing Michael’s location. They had passed through roads littered with dead bodies, a fog had come in and forced them to shut the windows and air vents bringing the outside air in, and the sun was blocked completely from the sky. The crops and livestock across the world had already - completely - died off. Only the humans were left.
Just as they were about to reach the three-mile radius of Michael’s location, the car slows, and - finally - dies out. “I thought you put gas in this!” Cas exclaims, looking at Dean with a glare.
“I thought it had enough gas!”
Jack walks out of the car, closing the door quickly to protect his friends from the fog.
When he hears it, the high-pitched cries of the polydemons, he knows that this is truly, irrevocably, the end of the world.
lucifer’s waltz [2]
↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.
pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack
rating: PG13
inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q
tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii@jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon@codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen
author’s note: in no way, shape, or form do I sympathize with Kim Jong Un and Jong-il’s way of thinking and methods, I’m just using them as part of the dialogue in this story.
Jack looks around, the loud, piercing screeches of the polydemons going ‘round and ‘round him, human screams joining the mix as the creatures began eating the flesh off their bones. Michael was inside the barn, simply enjoying the sounds of the screams, and knew that this was humanity’s damnation. They brought it upon themselves. All they did was rape, murder, lie, hustle, and sell their own bodies for the sake of either pleasure, drugs, money, or just because they were sold into it.
“Don’t be afraid,” Jack clambers back in the car, pushing torn pieces of a bloodied shirt - which he found on the ground outside - to the other three. “Cover your mouths and noses. Do not freeze when we go outside.”
“I never freeze.”
“C’mon, Dean, stop copying Black Panther’s lines for God’s sake,” Sam sighs, tying the cloth around his nose. His older brother glares at him before doing the same, Castiel and Jack already standing outside, waiting for their friends. The Archangel blade held at ready in Castiel’s hand, he takes the lead, Sam, Dean, and Jack holding guns with a bullet ready in the chamber. It won’t do much as they haven’t figured out a spell to create Archangel bullets yet, but it would slow Michael down.
Castiel slides open the wooden door, making all four hunters see that Michael was standing with his back to them, hands clasped behind him, clear blue eyes watching the outside world through the small window. Castiel put up his hand that held the blade, taking a step towards the Antichrist when the blonde male calls out, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This rotten world turning into its true nature. One poisoned with men’s jealousy, rage, suspicion. I simply just sped up its process. You think that this is my doing? No, this is Mankind’s own doing, but you’re all too blind to see it.” He turns around, blood spotted across his face. “And you’re the worst of them all. Even worse than Kim Jong Un and Kim Jong-il. You both caused apocalypses to happen and yet you think you both are saviors? You’re just pathetic, weak men.”
“I don’t think I’m a savior, but I also do not think I am pathetic and weak!” Dean sarcastically says to him. “Reverse the ending of the world.”
“Or you’ll what?”
“Let’s just say that you will see your father again.”
“Really? I’ve always wanted to meet him.”
“Where’s our mom?”
Michael clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Ah, you boys and your mother. I never was close to Kelly, never. Not even when I was in the womb. You think that it was Jack who killed Kelly? That was all me. I was planning to actually kill her and have her die with you still inside her (so you could never escape), but you just had to come out. So, instead of taking all the blame, I just put my memory of killing Kelly inside your brain so I could just watch the guilt eat you. And let me say, it has been entertaining. And to answer your question, she’s right over. . .” he drags out the r, waiting for something.
Mary’s mangled body drops from the ceiling, now a corpse decaying into nothingness. “There.”
Dean yanks the blade out of Castiel’s hand and throws it with accuracy at Michael, and they all watch as it lands a few inches from his heart. He drops to the ground, blood pouring over the black silk of his suit, staining it a deep burgundy. His eyes flash black and orange for a moment before twinkling out, and the four continue watching as he died.
And came back to life.
His blood seeped back into his open wounds, the blade flew away from his chest and landed somewhere in the barn, and his eyes opened again. He stands up with grace, wiping the dirt off the silk.
“I was always going to win.”
He looks at his shoes, drawing a small pentagram on the dirt that still had Mary’s blood soaked into it. Then he looks back up, eyes black and lips in a wide smile. “Ave Satanas.”
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lucifer’s waltz: (*)
↳ au. Michael is Jack’s twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.
status: on-going
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↳ Jon Snow and Robb Stark both had a crush on the reader, the reader is in love with Jon, they lay together for the first time (sort of like a flashback), then Jon goes to the Walls and the reader finds a different kind of comfort in Robb.
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↳ the goddess of war, freyja, is put onto kattegat to aid the lothbroks during their future raids. both the seer and aslaug have seen her coming, and the queen welcomes her with open arms. catching the eye of hvitserk lothbrok, she treats him as no one has done before; as an equal, instead of a dog.
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gimme that ! (^ * ) shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn’t realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. masterlist
𝗴𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 ! michael langdon masterlist
PAIRING ➨ michael langdon x ooc brides of dracula GENRE ➨ fiction SUMMARY ➨ shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn't realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. WARNINGS ➨ maybe some smut in later chapters, death, manipulation, vampires, blood, it's michael, so there might be a few satanic references, though i am not one myself, the end of the world. the title is taken from the song IYDKMGTHTKY (gimme that) by type o negative, but it's mostly due to the vibes of the song. it's dark, sexy, and it always reminds of michael and the brides of dracula from van helsing (2004). MAIN MASTERLIST
o.oi :: too bad, so sad !
𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗱 ! michael langdon
PAIRING ➨ michael langdon x brides of dracula inspired ocs GENRE ➨ fiction SUMMARY ➨ shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn't realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. WARNINGS ➨ maybe some smut in later chapters, death, manipulation, vampires, blood, it's michael, so there might be a few satanic references, though i am not one myself, the end of the world. the title is taken from the song IYDKMGTHTKY (gimme that) by type o negative, but it's mostly due to the vibes of the song. it's dark, sexy, and it always reminds of michael and the brides of dracula from van helsing (2004). MAIN MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST
the voice of coco st. pierre vanderbilt was annoying, to say the least. to aleera, marishka, and verona, it was worse than nails on a chalkboard, which was surprising because they had a heightened sense of hearing than the rest of the residents of the outpost they stayed in. whenever she began complaining, they would find a way to sneak out of the room she was in, going back into the room they shared against venable's wishes. "why can they wear that," coco points an accusing finger towards the three vampires standing together in the corner of the room, "and we have to wear this? it's not fucking fair!"
"aw," marishka placed her hands on her knees, which were clothed with the thin white fabric which shone brightly with small encrusted diamond dust, and tutted her tongue. "too bad. so sad!" she flashed her brilliant teeth, which, for some reason, always put coco on edge. she hated whenever the three women showed their pearly white teeth, something about the action seemed dangerous and wrecked her nerves. marishka was the only one of the three to wear pants, the other two opting for dresses of the same fabric and edging, the same concepts but different designs being put to good use.
coco never had clothing like that before the nuclear apocalypse. she crossed her arms, wishing she had spent her money beforehand to create something as beautiful as the three women were wearing.
venable stayed quiet. she never knew why she allowed the women to wear their own clothes instead of the purple dresses every woman was required to wear here in outpost three. something about them had set her on edge, and she never outright said anything to them about breaking the rules. yes, she hated the fact that they were not following her rules or the dress code she had put in place, but she did not dare say so. she just allowed her disgust show on her face, and that was all. she could not bear to go against them, for whatever reason. coco opened her mouth to say something snarky, but seeing aleera, standing to the right of marishka, made her snap her mouth shut and simply say a small, "hmph" while crossing her arms and looking toward the fireplace. no one dared to answer coco's question. they were all uneasy, being watched by the three women, which they had little knowledge as to why, and the news that had come to them that morning, that the perimeter had been breached.
who came close to the outpost? what did they want? were they inside the building now? here to hurt any of them if they were to come out any day soon?
everyone sat in silence for the emergency meeting venable had called for, the purples, the greys, all sitting or standing as they waited for any word. footfalls in the distance make them raise their heads, wondering who had been missing from the room, and verona, the vampiress with the dark hair, raised her head as she breathed in deeply. a smell of sulfur and death began coming closer to the dining room, a smell she hadn't come from anyone else but her and her wives. aleera grabbed onto verona's sleeve, looking excited at what's to come. what other unimaginable creature of the dark had come to the outpost? this one with the smell of death and sulfur, all but missing the scent of iron and blood that they carried themselves? marishka merely stared at the entryway, brown eyes gauging at whoever was going to come through them.
a man with long, straight blonde hair appears, hands behind his back as he wears a look that screams he is unimpressed. the smell became stronger once he stepped in, and the vampiresses stared down at his clothing. expensive fine black fabric covered him from head to toe. a long trenchcoat went down to his claves, his shirt made of silk and his shoes of expensive black leather. the inner corners of his eyes had been highlighted with a red eyeshadow, and the clear blue eyes that adorned his fine face swept across the room.
they fell on venable, and as he walked along the right side of the room when he smelled blood and death to his right, he ripped his vision away from the cane-using woman at the head of the table. they landed, instead, on the vampiresses who stared at him with wonder rather than the fear the others were staring at him with. they flashed smiles at him, grasping onto each other's sleeves as they continued to gauge him. like him, they were something other than human.
he continued his walk and looked away from them once he reached the spot venable stood in. he stopped an inch away from her, his face coming near her cheek as he stared her down, daring her to do anything other than move. venable turned to face him with a proud smile, but his glare upon her was unnerving, forcing her to look down and walk away, her cane echoing in the silent room.
"my name is langdon and i represent the cooperative," he began, sweeping his eyes across the faces that stared back at him. fear, determination, curiosity, and with the three curiosities standing in the corner, excitement. "i won't sugarcoat the situation. humanity is on the brink of failure." one of the women giggled, covering her smile with her hand. "my arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on earth. the three other compounds - in syracuse, new york, beckley, west virginia, and san angelo, texas - have been overrun and destroyed." marishka shook aleera's shoulder as she continued to giggle uncontrollably. mr. gallant scoffed and looked back at them, angry that they were finding the doom of humanity hilarious.
"we've had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they, too, have been eliminated."
"what happened to the people inside?" one of the men asked.
"massacred," michael says the word as if were a love letter, and tilts his head to the right as he looks down at gallant's grandmother. she looks uneasy, happy that she was one of the few that was still alive here in the outpost. "the same fate that will befall almost all of you."
"almost alll?" mallory can't keep her mouth shut, standing in the back by the entryway, her glasses reflecting the light of the fire behind michael's body.
michael sighs, hating that he was being interrupted again. "in the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe - the sanctuary." he brings his arms from behind his back and large rings, with what looked to be onyx stones set into them, glittered in the firelight.
"the sanctuary?" venora rolled her eyes at coco.
"the sanctuary is unique," michael was beginning to get angry at the people of the outpost, but was still in surprise of the same three standing women. "it has certain security measures that will prevent overrun."
"excuse me, sir, what measures?" ms. mead interrupts, but michael could not be angry at her. "why weren't we given them?"
"that's classified," he waves her off, however, having to keep up pretenses that he did not know her. "all that matters is that the sanctuary will. . . survive so that the people populating it will survive, so humanity will survive."
"who are the people who are populating it?"
"also classified," michael points both pointer fingers in his hands. "however. . . i have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us." murmuring begins to come across the room, people wondering who will go and who will stay. "the cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous question technique we like to call. . . cooperating." he shifts his focus to the wives. "i will then use the information gained to determine if you belong."
"what is this, the hunger games?" coco exclaims, hating over the fact that they were being plucked as if prize horses in a show. "this is bullshit. i paid my way in here, and that is the only cooperating i plan on doing."
"that's no longer a viable option, coco," the accented voice of marishka forces everyone to look at her. "the governments are all over with. banks, homes, and important places that were once the standpoint of our lives are gone. you, like everyone else who survived the nuclear fallout, are broke. money is no longer an influential power. everyone here is starving, the people still outside are starving. your best bet is to give food away for your spot, but oh!" she gasps, looking over to verona, placing a hand over her heart. "we have none. we are down to half a gelatinous cube a day, and you have zero control over it. so you, like everyone else here, are going to get questioned, and you will wait in line for your answer!" her eyes flashed, and a different look came over them. instead of the brown they once were, they became a white iris with a ring of red and black covering part of the sclera.
Michael Langdon - Neighbors
Warnings: Kind of short, idk Soft!Michael? Soft!Antichrist? [I know the gif isn't in the right setting, but it was the only one where he wasn't acting like, well, the ANTICHRIST]
Words: 1.0k
I just moved into the infamous Murder House. My parents and I had just moved from Michigan to L.A for my father’s work. The house was, surprisingly, inviting, and warm. I knew that there were a lot of deaths in this house, but I don’t know. There was something about it that made me love it more.
I was unpacking some boxes in my room until I heard the bell ring.
To be honest, I never liked having to meet new people, but my parents went out so I kind of didn’t have the choice. I walked out of my room, went down the stairs, and down the door. I had a sudden feeling that maybe the person I was about to meet wouldn’t be bad as I thought. This person would change me forever.
I twisted the knob and was faced to two new people. There was a woman, with blonde hair and a dish in her hand, and a teenage boy whom had the same blonde hair as her, but had a glimpse of kindness in his eyes, almost like innocence.
“Hello there, you must be Y/N? Are your parents home?” The woman asked.
“Yes, I am and no, my parents aren’t home. May I help you?” Politely offering a kind smile.
“Of course, my name is Constance and this is my grandson, Michael. We live across the street. May we come in?” The boy fidgeted nervously with his fingers.
“Please, do come in.” The boy passed by me and offered me a smile, kindly giving me a sweet look.
They both walked to the kitchen, like they knew where was everything in the house. I mean, Constance doesn’t look like she’s new to the neighborhood. I offered them some seats and Constance informed me of her situation and how she knew so well the house. In the meantime, Michael was sitting shyly in front of me, listening passionately to the stories I shared with both of them.
After a few moments of talking, I heard my parents coming through the front door. “Y/N, where are you?” My mother called out.
“In the kitchen, mom. Our neighbors gave us a visit.”
Constance and my mother both embraced kindly, giving my mother the dish, she had in her hands. My father greeted the two of them, and looked at me with big eyes, meaning "A BOY?!". I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit.
They all started to talk and I asked the boy if he wanted to let them talk. He gladly accepted with a smile. We both excused ourselves from the adults and I took him to my room, hopefully it was quieter.
“And that’s my room. I haven’t finished unpacking yet, but I’m getting there.” He walked by me, as I closed the door behind me. My laptop was sat on my bed, my playlist on hold.
“It already looks cool. Sorry, we haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Michael Langdon.” He held out his hands out, letting out a nervous chuckle.
“Right, and I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” I took his hand in mine, feeling his warm touch on my cold hand. My cheeks peeked a tint of pink and a real smile; I haven’t smiled for real in a long time.
“You have a really nice room, you know. Mine is kind of basic, at home.” My walls were painted in a deep blue-grey shade. I’ve always like neutral colors and wall decorations. I still had to hang my accessories like my vinyl and CDs on my wall, as well as some painting and posters of grunge groups. I had a lot of blankets on my bed; I’ve always been cold, even in summer. I was born like that, but I wouldn’t prefer to be hot all the time.
“Thanks. I still have to unpack my books and music stuff, but most of it is done. At my old house, my room was smaller than this one, it’s nice to have more space. With school and the thousand of homework that the teachers give us, the space is nice.” He looked curious when I said ‘’books and music’’.
“Do you need help with unpacking? I can help you if you want.” He placed his blonde hair strand that was hanging on his forehead back.
“Thank you, I’d really appreciate that.”
We both started taking the things out of the boxes, we would talk about anything really. He told me he was a single kid too (A/N: to his knowledge, back at the time) and he knew how it felt to be lonely. Company was great, but I always kind of the loner kid. He was the only one I actually wanted to hang out with, not only to say ''hi'' at school. I heard my father knock on the door before opening the door.
“Michael, it’s very nice to meet you, but Constance is about to leave.” My father walked away, leaving us say our goodbyes.
“Thank you again, Michael. It’s really nice to have a friend around.” I gave him a warm smile, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek. He gave me back the smile and looked down nervously.
“Would you like to hang out sometime, you know, just the two of us?” I nodded and he walked away, closing the door behind him.
As he disappeared, I smiled to myself, not regretting anything I had done. I was the first time in a long time that I was genuinely happy.
That was only the beginning to,
Our
Story.
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Michael Langdon - Lost Lovers
Warnings: Death by fire, kind of mention of the witches massacre/genocide
A/N: This HAS to be one of my favorite imagines that I've ever written. I was really inspired when I wrote it, especially because I loved American Horror Story: Apocalypse. I hope you enjoy!
Words: 2.5k
“There’s humanity in you. I see it.”
I was part of the witches coven and Michael was part of the wizard coven. Normally, we would both hate each other, we should hate each other, but we don’t.
Not at all.
We both met when we were in the same church of darkness. He was taken by Ms. Mead, my mother and was actually the son of our saviour. I didn’t believe that the Devil itself was bad, it was bad compared to the christians, but we could say the same about God. My mother was kind enough to give him shelter after we had taken him in the infamous “Murder House”. I was the youngest member of our belief, but they didn’t know that I was more powerful than they thought.
Ms. Mead was my adoptive mother; my real mother was the last Supreme of my line. It was two supreme existed at the same time, but it wasn’t impossible. The royal blood ran through my system and when my mother died, two years after Ms. Mead took me in, I gained her powers.
Nobody knew that I was a witch, but if they did, I’d be burning at a stake right now. I had heard rumors about a witch coven in New Orleans, with the other Supreme, Cordelia Goode. It had been a few months that Michael and I had met each other, but I had to make myself disappear. That is why, one night, I got into my car, left a note to Ms. Mead; saying that I’ll leave forever and never come back.
I arrived in New Orleans in no time, and met my fellow sisters. Zoe and Cordelia herself had welcomed me into the academy. It was a place that was actually safe for me; I had to hide some of my powers for my safety, but not from Cordelia. I actually helped her bring her formal mother, Myrtle Snow back.
I had heard that Michael had brought back Queenie and Madison from the dead. I didn’t know who they were until I came to his school, while he performed the seven wonders. I had already performed them with Cordelia, but I knew that it was different with a warlock. He saw me, thinking I was dead and asking himself why I was with the witches.
With the help of my telepathy, I answered these questions for him though my mind.
“Michael, I’m one of them. I have been since I was born. Royal blood runs through my veins. I am the second Supreme of this coven, and I couldn’t tell you. I’m sorry, Michael. I had to disappear for my own survival.”
He only responded with a sad look and a small tear coming out of his eye. I walked away, letting Zoe know that I needed some air.
I had later known that he did pass the seven wonders and brought my old friend, Misty Day. God, I had missed her.
I walked into the library and Michael was sitting on a desk, catching his breath. I saw Misty and Cordelia on the floor, hugging each other. They separated and I almost jumped into her arms. She was practically my real sister. She was always so nice to me, and she welcomed me into her home after I ran away from my previous home.
I thanked Michael by telepathy, for bringing back my sister to me. He only nodded and slightly smiled. I knew him and I had a connection before I got away, but I didn’t want to leave him. I never wanted to, but I knew that he and Ms. Mead wanted all of the witches to be wiped out, and that would include me.
A few weeks after, one of the warlocks of the council was found dead and Cordelia asked me to bring him back. It was more complicated than it looked like, the man was burned to the bone and practically nothing was left of him.
I did bring him back, as he confessed that Ms. Mead and two of the warlocks of the council had plotted behind the back of the coven to execute John Henry Moore.
Here was the day that everything changed. The three murders were sentenced to death by fire, and I obviously had to watch them burn. Yes, I do recognize our history, us witches, but that doesn’t mean that I do like it.
Before Mr. Moore conjured them to their deaths, Ms. Mead spoke up to me.
“Y/N, I thought you were dead, my child. You still have a chance to repent, to follow the path of the Armageddon.”
“I’m with my people, now. I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to follow the good path. As much as I appreciate all that you did for me, you have to pay for what you did.”
“Oh please. Michael will find a way to wipe all of you.”
“Light ‘em up, Moore.”
I turned my back to the killers and listened to their screams. I really did hate, Ms. Mead for what she did, but a part of me was dying inside. My 3 years with her, with Michael, just went away like the snap of my fingers. I knew there was no going back now, not for me, nor the coven and certainly not for Michael. My heart ached at the screams, feeling how Michael would be destroyed after this.
[Time skip]
[Michael’s POV]
Three bodies, well the rest of them were stuck to wood stakes. I approached them, revealing their identities to me. Mr. Ariel and Mr. Baldwin were among the three of them. They had helped me, rescued me when I was in jail. The third corpse had me panic for a moment, the shape of it looked familiar to me. As I pressed the palm of my hand towards the body, I saw the face of my beloved adoptive mother.
“NO”
An agony scream shot out of my throat. The last strands of good in me were torn out of my heart. A whole in me, a void was created in this very moment. I had lost my only family. I lost Constance, Y/N and now my Ms. Mead.
[Y/N’s POV]
Cordelia and I teleported ourselves to the burning site. Michael was sobbing on the pavement floor, facing our adoptive mother. Cordelia didn’t know this, but I was the only person who Michael truly opened up to. I walked up to him, but Cordelia stopped me before I could get any further to him.
“It's over. We know who you are. Your allies are all dead. You failed.” Cordelia spat at him. He turned to face us. Tears were dripping down his face, his eyes were bloodshot red.
“I've already proven to you that I can defy death. I'm just gonna bring her back. And when I do, my Ms. Mead will stand by me as we watch you die.” Michael responded back to her.
“You can certainly go to Hell, but you won't find her there.” The first real sentence left my mouth. His voice had changed so much, his tone was deeper, but I could still hear the same soft tone he used with me.
“What have you done, Y/N.”
“Her soul is hidden by a spell only I can break. You'll never see her again.” Pain fluttered all around my chest, feeling my heart caving in.
“You’re all alone.” Cordelia completed.
It wasn’t true though. Yes, I was part of the witches’ coven and was loyal to them, but a part of me will always be with my Michael.
He was the first boy I’ve ever met. My mother was the only person I knew before I got into a car crash and Ms. Mead took me in; with having no idea that I was a witch. They would plot around my back and I would react by agreeing with them, taking no attention to my real self.
He was the first one to comfort me when my nightmare would start. He would tell me all about the house he was born and never hid anything from me. I felt guilty and unsafe with them because they wanted not only the witches to be all gone, but the whole godamn world.
I left, not even saying goodbye to him, I walked into his room before stepping out. Leaving him a kiss on his forehead and one of my rings; he would always play with them and he especially loved my small gold ring.
“I'm never alone. I have my father.” His voice broke.
“Where is he now? Why did he let this happen? You don't have to follow this path your father laid out for you.” Cordelia let me step closer to him. I lowered myself to his level.
“You can write your own destiny. You can still turn away. Michael, there's humanity in you. I see it. If you come with me, maybe we can find it, again. Together.” I offered him my hand, hoping her would take this chance to be better.
I saw the raw pain in his eyes, his thoughts were devouring his soul. He took my hand, but pulled me roughly against him instead.
“Somehow, some way, I am gonna bring her back. And then I'm gonna kill every last one of you.” He let me go of his embrace and walked towards Cordelia. He didn’t mean to say that to me, he said it directly to Cordelia.
He then walked away, turned to face me, and shared a thought with me. “Look in your hand.”
I did. The small ring I had given to him was right there, two years after my disappearance. There was a small word carved in my hand; “Come.” He wanted me to find him in the way he was going.
I did want to, but I didn’t how I would. “Y/N, let’s go.”
I nodded to her and watched her teleport herself back to the academy. It hurted me to betray my sisters, but I really needed to talk to him.
I walked toward Michael, almost losing the sight of him. I didn’t know where he was going, but teleporting myself to the unknown could cost me my life.
A few minutes later, I found Michael on his knees, on the ground, staring down at his hands. He must’ve heard a twig snap under my feet, his head snapped towards mine. He still looked so innocent and kind.
“You came.” He stood up, walking towards me.
“What do I have to lose.” His stance stood before mine, looking at me.
“Why didn’t you say anything to me when we lived together?” His tension falling off of his broad shoulders.
“I never told you because I was scared. I was scared that one day, you’d come into my room and rip my heart out my chest.” Tears made their way though my throat, causing my voice to crack.
“I grew up with you, you showed me so many things and not only did you give me a chance to be good, you were the first person who didn’t see me as the spawn of Satan. You saw me for who I was, even though you knew all about me. I would’ve never, ever hurted you.” He walked closer to me, seeing his eyes fill up with tears.
“What do you want me to say, Michael. I didn’t know what to believe, two years ago.” Tears were now dripping on my face. Words had left my mouth before I realized what I was saying.
“I loved you, Michael. I fell in love ever since the day our adoptive mother took you home. I didn’t know back then what you were, but when I found out and when you started making up all of your plans, my heart was shattered. I gave you a chance, but I was too scared to be near you. I went away and gave you this to remind you that even though I was weak to leave, that I never wanted to leave your side.” I fell on my knees, the weight from my shoulder was finally off of them after so many years. I ran my fingers along my black dress, taking a deep breath.
“I knew there was always something off about you, but seeing you stand with them. I never would’ve thought you would want me dead, because that’s all they want. If you loved, or still love me, you would know that I would never, ever hurt you, Y/N. I’m sorry about how I treated you in the past, but I am not sorry for falling in love with you.” I looked up to him, he was already looking at me, offering me his hand.
I took it, his touch made me feel safe. Even though all that he is, I did not care at all.
“Falling in love?” My lips felt like they needed to be on his desperately. His eyes looked even more blue in the dim light.
“Ever since I’ve met you, I knew what I felt for you was not only friendship. I love you so much and I’m not the type of person to say this if I don’t mean it.” His hand was now on my cheek, rubbing small circles on my jawline. Even though our height difference wasn’t extreme, I took a step closer and embraced our lips together.
His hands found their way on the back of my neck and on my waist as mine travelled to his hair and one behind his back. His lips felt heavenly on mine, almost like fire meeting ice. His devotion could be felt all the way through my body, my heart was radiating relief.
We departed to catch our breaths, my hands on the back of his neck, fiddling with his blonde curls. His hands were resting on my back, tracing lines on my back with his delicate yet strong hands.
“I love you too, Michael. And I promise you that I will never leave your side again.” He sighed and kissed me again, holding me closer to his body.
“Just stop reading my thoughts, alright?” I nodded and chuckled on his lips, kissing him desperately again.
“Alright.” I shared him my thought again, making him pull me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around my middle and never pulling back.
“I’ll find a way to get our Miss Mead back, I’m so sorry.” I whispered by his neck. His hand ran up higher to the back of my neck, nodding against my skin.
“Thank you, thank you, my love.” He rambled by my ear, holding even tighter to me.
Can you do Michael Langdon x reader where there is a thunderstorm and they both “do it”
Storm.
Michael Langdon X F!reader
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: smut, pet names, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, cussing, idk if there is anything else.
A/n: hope you enjoy this, let me know if you want a part two. Sorry it took so long I was on a writing break for a while.😌 please like, and reblog. Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES
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Michael and I were walking through the grocery as we would usually do once a week. But today Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of me, which made it hard to do things. The store was practically empty except for a few other people doing some shopping. This made it all the easier for Michael to hide the small kisses he would leave lightly on my neck, cheeks, and face. His hands all the while stayed in my waist as I pushed the cart, it was getting to be a little much as we were now circling the same section for the fourth time. I kept gently moving away from him to keep myself on track but he wouldn’t stop. We hadn’t had the chance to have any alone time in about a week and a half as we were both busy with work. Michael’s patience has seems to be stretched thin as he continued to kiss my shoulder. I pulled away from him once again and turned around before he could grab onto my waist.
“Michael, please we’re in the market. When we get home we can relax but I want to get some food before the thunderstorm comes into full effect.” I pleaded with him, I don’t think a word I said got past his ears as his eyes raked over my body and back up to meet mine. I sighed and started to walk away, he was quick to follow me and place his hands back on my hips. I stopped once again and turned around to face him. I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him back a little bit before speaking.
“Darling, the faster we pick up our groceries. The faster we get home and to bed, the longer you keep me circling the same section the longer it takes to get me naked and on top of you.” I said with a pleasant smile, that seemed to get through to him as he was now leading me through the store and picking up the groceries. It shouldn’t surprise me how fast he was but it did. He finished picking up everything on the list while I was standing in the ice cream section still deciding what flavor I wanted. He circled back for me, almost sweeping me off my feet until I yelped.
“All the groceries are in the cart ready for check out. Now let’s get out of here.” He said with a smirk on his face, I slide out of his grip and stood there still deciding on what ice cream to get. I had been successfully standing there for four minutes before he got annoyed and started to become antsy.
“Let’s buy all the flavors, I can lick it off of you.” He pleaded, I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the ice creams.
“No,” I said, I wanted to try something new but I was having a tough time deciding what it should be. Until Michael took one out of the fridge and put it in my hands I read the description of the ice cream and it seemed like it would taste good. I put it in the cart and Michael seemed relieved that I agreed. Though he was the AntiChrist, he would and could never go against me. He was powerful but I was stronger, though he would never truly know my full power. He know that I was an angel, literally sent from heaven. He knew even before he married me and he still could bring himself to leave me.
“Michael let’s get some pastries, they’d go great with the ice cream” I suggested already walking away from him. He was quick to pull me back and point out the box of treats in the cart that he already picked up.
“Oh darling, I’ve already picked them out for you. Now let’s check out” he said, he was very eager to get home but I wasn’t all that interested in that right now as I was surrounded by food. I dipped out of his grip and started walking to the fruits. Michael was growing more and more annoyed by the minute as I walked through the aisle checking each and every fruit thoroughly before putting them in a bag. Michael wasn’t one to slouch, always having a perfect posture, but he was annoyed, horny, and stuck in his work suit. He didn’t have much room to breathe in all the right places. Although me wearing my work clothes didn’t help alleviate any of his stress. My outfit consisted of a white button-up body con dress that stopped at the middle of my thigh. Along with some heeled boots, the outfit was having its debut and I knew Michael wanted to just rip it off of me already.
“Sweetheart, please we can come back tomorrow or Sunday. Let’s go check out” he pleaded almost begging, I paid no attention to him as I was picking out the perfect mango. I continued walking down the aisle completely disregarding his presence when he came up behind me and pulled me away towards the checkout. I pouted as he put all the groceries on the counter for the cashier, I bagged our stuff before putting it in the cart. Michael paid for everything before placing his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the store. It was pouring outside and I was wearing an all-white dress. I was going to try to run to the car but Michael made the walk slower as he gladly watched me get completely soaked. I quickly put all the stuff in the car and got in. Michael started the car and quickly peeled out of the parking lot to get home as fast as he could.
“So what are we thinking for dinner?” I asked him, his eyes quickly raking over me before turning back to the road.
“I’m not really into food right now” he cooed, I brushed his answer off.
“So I was thinking, maybe you could cook me that shrimp pasta again? It was delicious last time, I don’t know what you put in it but I’ve just been craving it for a while now” I said smiling at him, he smiled genuinely and for a second he looked not like he wanted to eat me.
“Okay I’ll make you a deal, we can cook it together but you have to let me do as I please while we cook” he offered, I thought for a minute and nodded. He seemed pleased that I accepted his offer, once we got home he stopped him in the driveway. I got out and walked around to help with the bags, he took a majority of them as I opened the front door.
“I’ll put the stuff away, you take off those wet clothes and put on an apron.” He said smiling, I took off my shoes before walking upstairs to our bathroom and peeling the wet dress off my skin. I took off everything that I had on, I could hear the storm starting to boom outside. I pulled out a simple lingerie set from my drawer that I had gotten to surprise Michael but before I could put it on, the door swung open to our bedroom to reveal Michael in all his glory. He looked pleased with my state of undress, he had already started to take off his clothes but seeing me seemed to make him go faster.
“Darling, you look gorgeous.” He complimented me and pulled off the last of his clothes before wrapping his arms around me.
“Michael, can I be in control tonight? I just want to try something different” I asked him with my best puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to those eyes so he nods before sitting on the bed.
“Lay down for me my love, and close your eyes” I instructed gently, he did as told and I quickly handcuffed him to the bed frame. He opened his eyes and tried pulling his hands free at once.
“Beautiful what is this?” He questioned
“Don’t you like it? I made them myself, they are made so that you can’t break out of them until I let you out” I beamed, he started to try and pull at the cuffs even harder. While he was distracted I took my time and licked up the base of his dick and swirled around the tip. He ceased all movement and looked down at me, I put the tip in my mouth and slowly attempted to take as much as I could until I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I gagged and he let out a whimper-like moan, I looked up at him as he had his head thrown back. I pulled away to breathe for a second using my hands to pleasure him at a steady pace.
“Is it too much for you angel?” He teased, I looked up at him and scoffed.
“If you don’t shut up I’ll find something to occupy your mouth” I warned, he seemed amused.
“Do it then, I’d hate for you to have to do all the work and get nothing in return.” He chided, Michael was a lover of face-sitting. He believed his face was my throne, so I gave him what he wanted. I gently placed myself on top of his face, he immediately got to work. I leaned my body down so I could go back to giving him head. I focused my mouth on the tip as my hands worked on his balls and the base. He was using his tongue to work my clit, lapping and swirling around. He was already pushing me closer and closer to the edge making it hard for me to even work on him. I pulled away from him and completely got off of him.
“You were so close let me just finish the job” he demanded pulling at the cuffs with more power this time. I straddled his waist, with his dick up against my clit. Michael liked to take charge and he was having a very hard time getting used to me being in control.
“Michael I got it, just enjoy it” I assured him, and that only made him try to break free even more. I started to grind against his dick, if I even leaned back just a little bit too far he would be poking my hole. He was getting impatient, his hips thrusting up ever so slightly as to get in.
“My angel, please just let me in.” He practically begged, I sighed and lined him up with myself before slowly taking all of him. I let out a sweet moan and laid on top of him kissing his neck up to his lip. I could taste myself on him but it was heavenly, his hips went to work thrusting into me. He was still pulling at the handcuffs when I heard the sound of wood breaking, in a quick second I felt his hands slap down on my ass and hold me down as he started to use more power to thrust into me. I tried to get off of him but the handcuffs were still on him and now holding me down against him.
“Wait, baby-“ I pleaded, he smiled and he start to fuck me senselessly.
“Awe, gorgeous let’s pick things up to speed,” he said, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t think anymore, I could feel that familiar knot in my stomach, and he started to slow down. He kept a moderate pace making sure to bottom out with every thrust.
“Come on princess take these cuffs off, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear, I had tears running down my face at this point. My senses were overwhelmed and it was like I had been brought back to the gates of heaven but not able to in yet.
“Regno e Gloria. ( kingdom and glory)” I said softly and the handcuffs unlocked with a clink. He smiled and now held my hips properly. He stood up and laid me on my back, he started to fuck me in missionary position and rub my clit as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed as the loudest strike of thunder ripped through the sky. All the muscles in my body tightened before I felt weak. Michael moaned as he came inside me, he kissed me sweetly. He pulled out and continued to rub my clit prolonging my orgasm. I pushed his hand away weakly as I tried to move away.
“Okay gorgeous, I’ll get dinner started you get some rest.” He said, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He started up the water for a bath, putting me down in the tub.
OMG IM LAYGHING
Cody Fern getting ready to show up on the set of AHS every day after being told he can’t play Michael Langdon two seasons in a row