#young Michael Langdon

[jeong-guwon]

I just think they're neat

#sabrina spellman #michael langdon #jack kline #aurora morningstar #adam young #chilling adventures of sabrina #american horror story #supernatural #lucifer #good omens #caos #ahs #spn

[elkina]

not me making a weird american horror story and good omens crossover

...but you know... sometimes you just mix up the Antichrists that's fine

#good omens #fanart #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #american horror story #ahs fandom #ahs apocolaypse #adam young #michael langdon

[redroses07]

F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?

CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙

You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.

It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.

It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.

This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.

For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.

From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.

While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.

Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.

"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.

While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.

You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.

He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.

What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.

No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.

Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.

"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.

You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.

You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.

You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.

"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.

Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.

You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.

When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.

Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.

You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.

"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.

"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.

Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.

"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.

You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.

"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.

Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.

"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.

Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.

"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.

Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.

You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.

"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.

It was never a dull moment with her around.

"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.

Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.

You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.

You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.

You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.

You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.

You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"

You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.

"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.

No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.

You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.

"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.

You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.

Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.

Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.

When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.

Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.

"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.

You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.

Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.

The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.

Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.

"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.

Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.

The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.

The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.

Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.

"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.

Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.

You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.

Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.

You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.

Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.

Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.

Now all that was left to do was to wait.

You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.

You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.

"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.

You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.

"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.

Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.

Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.

"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.

You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.

Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.

You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.

She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.

You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.

Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.

The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.

"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.

Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.

"What's happening?" Madison shouted.

"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.

"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.

You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.

You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.

"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.

As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.

She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."

Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.

"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.

"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.

Your stomach dropped.

"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.

Zoe sighed in frustration.

'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"

Dammit. Was it that obvious?

"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.

Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."

You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.

"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.

You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.

"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.

You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.

As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.

"What the hell-"

You looked up to see Michael looming above you.

"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.

"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.

"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.

"I don't care, what we have is more important."

"Don't you agree?"

Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.

"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.

"Please..." Michael stammered.

You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.

"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.

That was it for you.

"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.

You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.

The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.

Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.

He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.

"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.

"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.

You laughed and kissed him again.

Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.

Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.

"God you're so beautiful."

You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.

Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.

"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.

"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.

'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.

His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.

You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.

Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.

Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.

"Well someone's excited." You stated.

"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.

You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.

"Want me to take care of that for you?"

Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.

"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.

You frowned, disappointed. He was right.

"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.

You smiled,

"That works for me."

On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.

"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.

"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.

Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.

"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.

You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.

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[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] PT.1

Hello everyone! guess who is back after a very very long time, I'm rewatching AHS and can't help but fall in love with the antichrist. so enjoy! This might be a series, I want to test it out first.

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Female reader

Warning: none

Summary: 15-year-old you made a sort of deal with the devil, for a love life. pathetic. you know. but he comes with a different approach to what you actually want. but will it work?

You still regret the day you made the decision, the worst decision in your life so to speak of. When you made a deal with the devil. But on the other side, who can you blame? When you’re 15 years old, desperate for love, a life you wanted so badly. Due to all the influence, the neglect in your family. The yearning. You still remember his reaction to this day. Loud laughter ran through the reddened sky, ‘Sweetheart, please, don’t be so pathetic. You want to make a deal with me, for a love life?’ ‘Yes! Please’ you cried out, feeling foolish ‘Foolish, foolish little girl’ he mumbled as he sat on his throne ‘you can be so much more, you have so much potential. Yet you’re here, with me, pleading for love’

‘I’m sorry’ you whisper as you look down, hot tears flowing over your rosy cheeks ‘You’re so young’ he keeps mumbling about the great aspects of you ‘You could rule the world one day’ ‘I don’t want to do it alone’ you blurt out "oh! Now I have you talking, so you want to rule the world?” “I mean, yeah, doesn’t everyone want to rule the world at one point in their life?" his laugh echoes again ‘no one, can rule the world like you, but, I can arrange something for you. If you arrange something for me’

‘What do you want’ you blurt out ‘I want, you to be the bride, the bride to end all times, to end all days, to end eternity on this earth’ ‘What do you mean?’ you say as you try to get rid of the tears on your cheeks ‘I will give you, a husband, you have to find him first. He isn’t ready yet, I'll give you directions when the time is ri-‘ ‘NO!” you yell out

‘I want to be loved now, didn’t you hear me!? How old are you? Like two thousand years old?-‘ ‘-older my dear’ ‘Well then fix yourself some hearing aids!’ you blurt out, making Satan laugh again ‘Oh foolish girl, you’re going to give him a hell of a time’ and by that. Time stops. The sky turns back from red to gray.

You find yourself back in your bedroom, the cuts you made for your offering are gone, the dead bird has disappeared and all the candles are blown out. ‘What a joke’ you mumble to yourself as you cry yourself to sleep that night.

27th of November 2023

7:30.

Corpus ave.

Dress code: black

You can’t help but laugh, corpus ave? How fitting for a cooperative meeting. You are now 26 years of age. You did age gracefully if you have to be honest. Maybe Satan was right and was keeping you youthful for your husband.

you laugh okay quit it y/n your 15-year-old was screaming in your head about how you deserve to be loved, yet no one ever bothered to go further than a lazy one-night stand or a short conversation filled with flirtations but no invitations. You thought Satan totally saw it as a joke and to be honest, you started to see it like that too over time.

But on the other hand, you hadn’t expected an invitation to a cooperative meeting, led by Satan, or rather his Spawn. You had heard from him, Michael Langdon, ‘son’ of Tate Langdon and Vivien Harmon. You didn’t want to expect much from him so you kept your expectations low as you got ready for the night.

Stupid dress, why did I buy you in the first place?! Even though you had better dresses in your wardrobe, you also wanted to impress the people there. So you took advantage of your body, with a black body con dress, that rose up every time you walked. That means I will be sitting down for the rest of the evening ‘Miss van son!” you hear, and you look up, to see an unknown face ‘You don’t remember me? My apologies, my name is Rutherford, Jason Rutherford. We went to high school together’ ‘And you are calling me by my last name because?’ ‘Because I have to, Miss van Son’ Jason smiles. But his eyes aren’t smiling. Which says enough for you, and you give him a 20-dollar tip ‘Have a nice night Jason’ ‘Thank you, mis-Miss van Son’ Jason stutters. You sit down in the ballroom with all the people who have money. Lots of money. You feel out of place.

‘all rise’ a man screams, making everybody stand up straight ‘Michael Langdon, The antichrist.’ Michael comes through the doorway and your breath hitches oh my. He is beautiful, with deep sea blue eyes, golden hair past his shoulder, and a girl to his side. Hold up. A girl!? It’s not him you sigh why else would Satan, of all people, invite me to a cooperative meeting ‘sit down” Michael's cold voice echoes through the room ‘first of all, thank you for coming. Second of all. I want to introduce my girlfriend, soon-to-be wife, Rosalie Withers. You can not question her about anything. I will have your head on a silver platter’ He shows his white teeth at the end, and you can’t help but feel jealous, so who will it be then, the so-called love of my life.

When it’s time to socialize, you scrape your throat. Getting ready to walk to the bar for a heavy drink. Only to lock eyes with Michael. You show him your best smile and raise your empty glass at him as he opens a pathway for you to the bar. You can’t help but see him scan your body again!? No ‘Hi how are you’ or anything else? ‘Hi, how are you?’ Michael says softly ‘I’m good, thank you mister Langdon” he has to be a few years older than you.

He moves gracefully but strategically ‘You have potential’ Michael says ‘Excuse me?’ you almost choked on your saliva ‘I say you have potential’ he says a bit harder, but not harder for the room ‘Oh, thank you. I guess?’ you try to push your body through Donald Trump and Michael's body. You see how he takes a whiff of your smell and you see his eyes darken oh shit you try to pick up your pace to the bar but Michael has beaten you to it ‘a vodka soda, please’ you say to the bartender ‘Make that two, and two shots’ you hear Michael say and you furrow your brows

‘my father says I have to be polite’ ‘Well, you’re father is a shitty man’ you can’t help but blurt out. Making Michael laugh, almost the exact same way you got humiliated eleven years ago. You bite your lip on the inside and take a deep breath as you wait ‘I’m sorry, Miss Van Son, right?” ‘You can just call me y/n’ ‘you can just call me Michael’ ‘I’d rather not’ you say as the bartender puts down your drinks ‘why not?’ “well, you’re Satan offspring, I’m already... seen like a fool. Don’t want to humiliate myself that bad that I will definitely not have a-I don’t know why I’m telling you this, have a lovely night Mr Langdon’ you walk away with your drink and leave Michael with the two shots.

After you finish your drink you walk outside to feel the crisp air you’re still a foolish little girl you hear Satan roar through your mind ‘I know, thanks for the newsflash’ you say as you raise a middle finger to the ground ‘That’s where you are, right?! everyone looking down at you. Pathetic’ you mumble as you feel yourself getting irritated.

You wished you had brought a shawl or a coat but no, you thought it wouldn’t be long. Yet it’s already 2:45 ‘shit’ you mumble as you look at your phone, only to feel a coat be draped over your shoulders ‘Figured you might need it’ Michael says as he walks back to the club he followed me?! He didn’t see me flip off his dad, right? You shake your head and make your way home. Longing for your warm bed, funny enough, Michael's scent hypnotizes you in a funny way. Making you not remember going home at all. Just as you fell asleep in your bed, still wearing his coat.

#michael langdon #american horror story #american horror story: apocalypse #michael langon x reader #michael langdon scenario #michael langdon imagine

[badboyzbingobrunch]

Gorgeous 18+ (part 2)

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

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   “I’m glad you are awake. I brought these for you.” William lifted a small bouquet of yellow roses in a clear vase. “William, what are you doing here?” Ms. Benson and Cordelia looked to each other before Cordelia asked,  “You two know each other?” I nodded and gestured for him to enter. “We are acquainted, yes.” William handed me the flowers and nodded in acknowledgment to my supreme and instructor. “How do you know where his room is?” Williams hand rested on the back of his neck anxiously. “His room is across the hall from mine. We often bump into one another. He’s been pretty much confined there since the incident.” 

           I handed the roses to Cordelia and grabbed ahold of William’s hand before pulling him into the hallway. “Slow down! You’re going to pull my arm off!” I stopped and released his wrist. “I’m sorry. It’s just important. He was punished for no reason!” William nodded in understanding. “I get that, but you already told them that he didn’t do anything, why do you have to tell him yourself?” He’s right. Why do I need to be the one to tell him, he’s bound to find out, but for some reason I needed to see him. Why? “It’s okay, follow me. I’ll take you.”  

           William’s upbeat attitude soothed my troubled mind. His hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. “Thanks, William.” He smiled softly. “Billy. My friends call me Billy.” I smiled in return at the sudden warmth in my chest of being considered his friend. “We’re friends now?” He nodded and pulled his hand from my back into his pants pocket. “That’s right!” Billy, huh? He was sweet. Handsome too. The way his chocolate eyes sparkled when he saw me. I wonder what he thinks about me? I quickly pushed those thoughts away. I was only going to be here for a couple of weeks. I already lost 2 days. 

           Billy stopped at a large wooden door. “This is him. Do you want me to stay?” I shook my head. “I should be okay. Thank you.” He gestured with his thumb behind him. “Okay, I’ll be just across the hall if you need me.” I thanked him once more and watched him disappear into his room. I took a deep breath and gently knocked on Michael’s door. I could hear shuffling from the other side and within seconds the door opened. Michael stood before me. Thick golden hair disheveled, and his usual tidy uniform was replaced by a black tee shirt and black ripped jeans. His face shifted from irritation to rage when he realized it was me. “Come to rub my nose in it?”

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Michael POV:

         “What exactly did you tell them? Because there are a lot of rumors going around?” (Y/n)’s brows furrowed in contemplation. “The truth, what did you hear?” Her voice was defiant and proud like she couldn’t believe what I was telling her. “Well..” I started as I walked around her. “Some people have been saying that I put a sleeping hex on you.” She scoffed and gestured to herself. “Do I look like the victim of a hex to you?” I have a feeling she doesn’t want to hear how she looks to me.  

         I carelessly brushed a strand of hair that was out of place back over her shoulder. She started to shrink under my curious gaze. My tongue moved to moisten my suddenly dry lips. She watched this action before looking away and swallowing hard. Well, what do we have here? Pink cheeks, nervous fidgeting, refusing to look at me, I think she might like me. Something about this squared my shoulders with pride. I wonder if I can make her forget her  pretentiousness. Or maybe I can use it to play with her. “Others are saying that you were so afraid of me that you fainted.”  

        She rolled her eyes and once more dramatically gestured to herself. “If I’m so afraid of you, why would I be here?!” Got her. I lifted my arms in an exaggerated stretch and smirked as her eyes immediately went to the small patch of skin revealed by my tee shirt lifting. This is too easy. “That reminds me, why are you here, (y/n)?” I lowered my voice just a fraction and the effect was perfect. Her chest rose sharply as I spoke her name barely above a whisper. “I would have been alerted that I was no longer being punished for a crime I didn’t commit, but you wanted to do it. Alone. Why?” Her lip trembled slightly. Was she going to cry? Did I go too far with my teasing?  

        I was close to apologizing when she locked eyes with me again “I don’t really know, you were the first person I wanted to see when I woke up.” Her confidence caught me off guard. I backed up a fraction as I contemplated what she had just confessed. Does she even know what she just said? She must have, right? I mentally cursed myself as I felt my cheeks warm. “Sorry, I’m gonna go. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t get you into trouble on purpose. Bye!” She suddenly left me alone with my thoughts as she ran out of my room and down the hallway. Cute.

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(Y/n) POV

         I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life! Why did I act like that! He’s totally playing with me, and I let him get under my skin!  I ran straight to my room. “What’s wrong with you?” Amber was visibly annoyed by my sudden burst into our room. “Sorry. I just….embarrassed…ya know?” She rolled her eyes and returned to applying her makeup. “No.” There was a sudden knock on the door which startled Amber into smearing her eyeliner. I tried to suppress a smile. Why does she have such a bad attitude today? She didn’t even have anything to say about the fact that I’d been asleep for two days in the infirmary.

         I opened the door revealing Michael in his usual tidy uniform. “You change fast.” His breath hitched only a fraction at my comment. “Sorry, did that sound weird?” Amber was suddenly beside me. “Well, well, (y/n). Aren’t you going to introduce me to your very handsome friend?” Michael suddenly looked from me to her with a tight smile. “My name is Michael Langdon, you should leave.” I opened my mouth to object to his rudeness, but Amber seemed to be under some sort of influence. “Of course. I’ll be going.” Her voice was monotone. Michael moved out of her way and she left. “Why did you do that? It’s rude to just use your magic on people like that!” He shrugged before gesturing inside. “I was practicing for the 7 wonders, May I come in?” I stood firmly in his way. “Why?”   

           He shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. “I need your help with magic.” I raised a skeptical brow and crossed my arms. “Why would you need my help?” He bit onto his bottom lip and sighed in defeat. “Because I put way too much into my spells and I always end up exhausted. I need your help learning self control… Please?” My chest fluttered at his soft tone. He was really self conscious about this. “Okay.” I stepped to the side and allowed him into my room. To my dismay he immediately began exploring and touching everyone’s things. “Which bed is yours?” I took a seat in the middle of the floor. “None of your business, now come here.” He pointed to the bed behind me. “It’s that one. I know it.”  

          He was correct, but I kept my face unreadable. “Michael~” He sighed in defeat and sat in front of me crossing his long legs as he did so. “You are all business, miss (L/n).” I nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah.” He laughed softly at my comment. I admired the way his stone face came to life when he smiled. “You don’t need to be so serious.” I gestured to him. “What about you? You are so serious.” One part of the rumor was true. He did scare me when he shouted in the classroom. Seing him relaxed like this, I wouldn’t believe he was the same person. “Why did you get so upset before?” He raised a curious brow waiting for me to clarify. “When I said you have nothing to prove.” He nodded as he understood what I was asking.  

         “You have no idea how much pressure is on me to perform well and learn fast. My father..has plans for me.” Is he not dead? Why would he need a summoning circle if his father isn’t dead. Thoughts raced around my mind about witch unions with demonic spirits resulting in powerful children to keep their bloodline strong. “Your father’s a demon.” 

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Michael POV

           How could she assume something so close to the truth? I have told her absolutely nothing! I wanted to run. She noticed my discomfort and rested a warm hand onto my knee. “I’m sorry, it isn’t my business. You seem like you would like to keep your personal life private.” I relaxed under her touch. Did she mean that? Did she really not expect answers from me? Everyone expects so much from me. “How did you know my father wasn’t a warlock?” She shrugged. “Billy said that you contact him with summoning circles and he assumes that your dad is dead, but you just confirmed he was alive. It’s pretty common for witches from powerful bloodlines to couple with demons in order to keep their lines powerful. I just put the pieces together.” I suddenly couldn’t shake the thought of if she were one of those witches. Could she know what I was and still want me? Did she crave power like those witches did. “Would you couple with a demon for power?”  

         She choked on something. Whether it was saliva, air, or her own embarrassment, she couldn’t stop coughing. “What?” Heat rushed to my cheeks as I repeated myself. “Would you have sex with a demon in order to gain power?” She shook her head, and my stomach tightened in an unfamiliar sensation, was I disappointed? No I was familiar with that feeling. This was new to me. “I would have to really like someone to let them into my bed. Plus, it wouldn’t give me power, only give me a powerful child.” A small flicker of hope washed my discomfort away. She didn’t say that she wouldn’t let a demon into her bed, just that she had to really like them.   

         A sudden thought of jealousy plagued my thoughts and washed away my short lived hope. “Who is Billy?” She pointed to me. “Your dorm neighbor “Billy Banks.” Realization finally overcame me. She was talking about that twiggy boy who’s room is across the hall from mine. “William… How do you know him?” Her lips were plump from her anxious habit of biting them, and at my question they pulled into a smirk. “Why? Jealous?” A single beat didn’t even pass before I answered. “Yes.” 

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(Y/N) POV

        I shivered from the intensity of his ocean eyes and sudden confession. The room was suddenly cold but my body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to move but his gaze pinned me in place daring me to react or move. I looked nervously at my hand still resting on his knee. His head tilted to the side as he watched me. He made no move at all. It was like a game of chess and it was my move. I suddenly swallowed a lump in my throat. “He’s a friend.” No reaction at all. What did I even want from this? I wanted Michael to move, to do anything to break this tension between us. “(Y/n)...” his voice was rough and low. He spoke my name like it was a flower. Something precious. “Michael?…” I didn’t notice when we started getting closer.  

        “I want to kiss you…” Oh my… his voice was nothing but a breathy whisper that made my entire body ache. “Please do…” I expected him to suddenly smirk or tease me, but the tension only continued to build. “I’ve never done it before… will you show me?”  He couldn’t be serous. I leaned back to see his face still held that intensity. Maybe he was. I was breathless and couldn’t find the words to say okay, so I nodded and moved my hands to rest onto his shoulders. I liked this side of Michael. He seemed so sweet. “Close your eyes.” My voice was weak. Just barely over a whisper and it showed how nervous I was. Michael’s eyelids closed slowly displaying his reluctance to look away from me.  

           Once they were closed I moved closer and my hands raised to cradle his head while I tilted it up to meet my trembling lips. He inhaled sharply at the contact. His lips were warm and soft and I started moving mine against them. His hands held me firmly against his chest as he began to reciprocate. He couldn’t possibly be new at this. Kissing him felt so right. I could feel an ache between my legs and I absentmindedly started to move my hips as the kiss deepened. I couldn’t control the moan that slipped past my lips and into his mouth. My tongue teased his bottom lip as I was more than eager to taste him. He parted his lips for me, and I slipped inside. He was very new to this. He tentatively began to explore my mouth with his tongue and moved me onto my back as he grew more comfortable.  

           He pulled away and looked down at me. His hair was once more disheveled, his pupils were blown until they swallowed the beautiful blue. He pulled his tie down a fraction to make it easier for him to breathe and I felt very self-conscious of my own position sprawled out beneath him. He was between my legs already with my skirt slipping up my thighs. He was shaking with his hands on either side of my head. “Michael…” He closed his eyes and groaned at the sound of my voice. “Please don’t say anything… I need to calm down.” Why? “Do you want to stop?” His eyes snapped open. Instead of his pupils covering his Iris his entire eye was black resembling his demon heritage. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of you.” He scoffed softly as he tried to control his heavy breathing. “You should be. If you had any idea what I wanted to do to you, you would be.”  

          I lifted my hand against his straining erection resulting in a strangled moan falling from his lips as he fell forward. “I’m not stupid, Michael. I know what you want to do to me. Have you ever… before?” He shook his head as I continued to rub my thumb against him. “I can help you. If you want?” He pressed his forehead against my shoulder as I started stroking him with my whole hand. “Have you ever..?” I bit onto my lip as I contemplated what to say. In my experience guys didn’t like it when girls have been with other guys, but I can’t lie to him.

         “Once, but it was a while ago, and I didn’t really want it. I just didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.” I tried to push back the memories, but luckily Michael pulled me into the present here with him his unnatural eyes looking into mine. “Do you want THIS?” I nodded slowly. “Very much, yes.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Then tell me what I need to do.” I looked over to my bed. “Let’s move to the bed. As much as I want you, the floor still isn’t how I want you to experience your first time.” His eyes started to shift back to their magnificent blue irises. “Are you here with me?” He nodded and placed affectionate kisses along my jaw and collar bone. “You’re really sweet, (y/n). Thank you for thinking of me, but I also want your first time with me to be perfect.”  

         He reluctantly pulled away from me and helped me to stand. “Which bed is yours? Or should I just pick one and hope for the best?” His lips tickled my ear as he spoke making me laugh and shiver from the sensation. “You guessed right earlier.” His tongue darted out to wet the corner of his mouth. “I knew it.” He picked me up so suddenly that I squeaked. “I thought you were an angel? Are you a mouse now?” I couldn’t contain my laughter at his playful tone. He placed me down on the bed flat on my back and I sighed in relief when his lips began kissing me tenderly. My own lips chased after his when he suddenly pulled away. “What do I do now?” anything you want to me. “It helps if you make sure I am ready for you first.” His brows furrowed as he examined me trying to understand what I meant. “You remember how I was stroking you?” He nodded slowly. “Well, you can touch me too. Girls become wet when we want sex. We also become looser when aroused, but you can make sure I am stretched enough to handle you.” his brows furrowed together as he took in this information, but he remained irritatingly still. The more time passed the more desperate I became. “Michael, please just touch me.” My voice came out as a soft whine that caused his eyes to darken. “I like that sound.” 

       I grabbed his hand and slipped it into  my panties. “I will make it more if you touch me like this.” His nimble fingers explored my aching vulva, and as his middle finger teased my entrance I whimpered. “Please, Michael.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck as he gently pushed his finger inside of me. “You are very wet. You must really want this huh? Tell me how much you want it?” He began moving his finger in and out as he experimented with the right movement and tried different angles. “I want this so badly, Michael. You can stretch me more with another finger. Once you can fit about three fingers in me I will be ready for your cock.” He quirked a brow at that. “Cock?” I frustratingly reached down to show him what I meant. “This.” He groaned at the sudden contact and awarded me with another finger inside my soaked hole. “This is going to go inside of me, and then I’m yours.” 

      His hips bucked at my words. “Mine? Do you mean it? You will be mine?” I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Michael. All yours.” One more finger stretched me. I gripped his forearm as he curled the fingers inside of me earning a sharp moan.He suddenly groaned in irritation and looked down at me apologetically. “You are going to hate this, but we have to stop.”   

        I sat up suddenly worried. “Why, what’s wrong?” He slipped his fingers out of me and headed into the bathroom and returned with a warm wet washcloth and began cleaning the mess between my legs. He leaned in for one more kiss then adjusted himself and tidied his uniform. “The grand chancellor is on his way with the supreme.” He helped me onto my feet and tidied my hair and uniform before taking a seat onto the floor. I quickly placed candles around him and he began holding them in front of him to light them with his mind but they weren’t lighting. “I usually use my blood to light them.”I was surprised that he couldn’t complete such a simple task the traditional way. “You can’t light them this way?” He sighed  in exaggerated irritation. “What do you want from me? I am obviously struggling! That’s why I came to you in the first place!” Michael winked as a knock sounded at the door. I quickly opened it revealing the two people that Michael said were on their way. “(Y/n), what are you two doing in here?” Cordelia asked and examined Michael as he lit the candle with his mind. “I did it!” The grand chancellor spoke next. “Are you helping him practice the 7 wonders?” 

#michael langdon x reader #michael langdon #hawthorn Michael #Michael Langdon imagine #Michael Langdon fluff #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x you #Michael langdon x witch #enemies to lovers #slow burn #bad boy #michael langdon au

[hart269]

Blasé

Pairing : Michael Langdon x GN!Reader

Summary : You feel your husband grow distant from you and one day everything just snaps.

Warning : Angst and a little bit of violence with swearing.

Masterlist / Part 2

The wind blew cooling your flushed body as you jogged through the woods just behind your backyard. You and your husband Michael had moved into this new house a year after your marriage.

You two had been pretty young when you got married. It was a nice ceremony and everything, but as most marriages do, yours also has been grown stale over the years.

You did love him, but you weren't so sure of your feelings being reciprocated, surely not the last couple months. Michael had been nothing but cold and distant and the occasional mean when you've done something you're not "supposed" to do.

He had never physically hurt you but you were becoming less and less sure of it as time went by. This all had started slowly, Michael had started loosing interest and started spending more time outside the house rather than inside. His touches and hugs had slowly disappeared and when you tried to initiate it, he quickly brushed it off saying he was either too busy or tired. You didn't think he loved you anymore.

Your suspicions were pretty much confirmed when you went to an office party with him, he had ignored you most of the night instead opting to speak to his seniors and the new co-worker Mallory. You couldn't deny that she was beautiful. It saddened you but when you tried to talk to Michael about it he just called you jealous and that you were making up stuff.

You shook your head as you continued on your trail, maybe you should have left him but you loved him too much to consider leaving him just yet. So you did what you usually do, sitting in the shade of the big tree near a flower meadow.

It always provided with an odd sense of comfort, you felt like as if someone was holding your hand saying it'll be alright or maybe you had started to become delusional, you were not sure.

It had been pretty much your daily routine until one day Michael was home late, he did sometime had work come up but he texted you about it. But today, none was the case, it was after midnight when he returned, stumbling through the door.

"Michael, are you drunk" you exclaimed gazing up to his red eyes and loosened up tie.

"I'm not, I'm just a little tipsy" he defended himself doing his best not to slur his words.

"Michael you drove here, something could have happened you should have called me, you didn't even tell me you were going to be late" you pointed out.

"So, what now I have to take your permission for staying out late" His tone was acussing as he leaned down on you, making you take a step back.

I'm not saying that, I am just saying you could have told me, so I wouldn't have been worrie-"

Your words were cut off as he slammed you against the wall, you gasped as pain shot up in your back. Micheal's fingers dug into your shoulders as you whimpered.

"Do not tell me what to do, I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT" he yelled, glaring as his piercing blue eyes dug into your watery ones.

You were speechless, you had no idea what to do or what caused this outburst. Michael stepped back and went to wear his shoes back up as if nothing happened.

"I'm going for a walk" was the only explanation he offered before he disappeared into the woods into the dark.

You slid down the wall as tears flowed freely as you sobbed bringing your knees near you and leaning your head against the wall, and you cried until you fell asleep there on the cold hard ground.

#ahs apocalypse #ahstories #american horror story #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #michael langdon imagine #Michael Langdon x gn!reader #cody fern #cody fern x reader #cody fern imagine

[favouritehell]

Michael Langdon

Young God ✭ (coming soon)

#michael langdon x reader #michael langdon #american horror story

[carnivorousladybug]

HOTD Inktober

Hey guys, I am planning to draw some halloween inspired art for our favorite HOTD characters. Keep in mind, I'm a busy college student so I might not finish all these by Halloween — I might not even complete the list at all — but I'll try to draw for as many days as I can and drag the challenge out into November to give me more time. This is my first time participating in Inktober and I'm soooo excited 😁

Here is what I have currently planned (subject to change):

All Hail the Pumpkin King: Aegon as Jack Skellington

Down the Rabbit Hole: Helaena as Alice in Wonderland

Hellfire: Aemond and his son as Frollo and Baby Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Stitches: Alicent as Sally the Ragdoll

Black is Such A Happy Color: Rhaenyra and Daemon as Morticia and Gomez Addams

Nyctophilia: Aemond as an Edgy!Biker

Nevermore: Jace and Baela as Nevermore Academy students

"Why So Serious?": Daemon as the Joker.

Psycho: Young Rhaenyra as Harley Quinn

Something Wicked This Way Comes: Hogwarts AU? Witchy vibes? We shall see.

Little Mermaid: Alicent as Dark!Ariel

Murder House: for some reason I want to see Aegon as Tate Langdon

Dead Men Tell No Tales: Aemond as a Dark!Pirate

Freak Show: I'm thinking something with Helaena and her twins...

The Overlook Hotel: Baela and Rhaena as the twins from The Shining

Hawkins, Indiana circa 1983: Stranger Things AU

"I, myself, am strange and unusual" : Aegon as Beetlejuice and Helaena as Lydia

Til Death Do Us Part: Helaena as Corpse Bride

The Count: Aemond as Dracula

"Nothing here is vegetarian": Daemon as Hannibal Lecter

Mystery Incorporated: Alicent as Daphne Blake

Ice Cold: Rhaenyra as Jadis from Narnia

Haunted Mansion AU

The Phantom of the Opera: Viserys and Alicent as the Phantom and Christine

“I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind?”: Aemond as Frankenstein's monster

Underworld: Aemond as Charon, the Ferryman of the Dead, or Daemon as Hades.

Barbenheimer: this is going to be a piece for the 3rd generation characters...

Dia de los Muertos: Alicent and Rhaenyra as sugar skulls

221B Baker St: Jace and Luke as Sherlock and John.

Voodoo: I want to see Aemond as Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog

The Headless Horseman: Criston as a headless horseman.

Some additional ideas that I might use as backups for inspiration:

— Zombie!Lucerys

— Helaena as Dark!Sleeping Beauty

— Alicent as Ophelia from Hamlet

— American Midwest Gothic AU of Alicent and her kids (they have the vibes, am I right or am I right?)

— Alicent and Aemond as Norma and Norman Bates

— Aemond as Michael Myers

— Tale As Old As Time: Aemond as The Beast

(Can you tell I love drawing Aemond and Alicent?)

I also want to draw Alys as Malificent, Esmeralda (Hunchback of Notre Dame), Jennifer (Jennifer's body), or Bellatrix Lestrange (and also a spooky drawing of her summoning Ghost!Aemond) but it's gonna be hard because we don't know how Gayle Rankin is gonna look in her Alys getup and how her vibes are going to be on screen. So I suppose I'll just have to postpone all my art ideas for her til next Halloween. This goes for Cregan Stark, Gwayne Hightower, and Alyssane Blackwood too. (Ugh, I have a spooky idea for Cregan that goes something along the lines of "there's something lurking under the ice".)

#house of the dragon #inktober #halloween art #hotd art #hotd fanart #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #art challenge

[shewrites444]

the eighth wonder [dom!michael langdon x reader smut]

inspired by the coven/apocalypse crossover. story owned by me, enjoy!

word count - 2.5k

[summary: michael spends the week at miss robichaux's academy to prepare for the test of the seven wonders, only to find an eighth wonder of his own.]

[warnings: dirty talk, minor degrading from michael, dominant male, overall sexual content but nothing too bad.]

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cordelia handed me a large, clearly ancient book, with a leather cover and brown fragile pages, that read TEST OF THE SEVEN WONDERS in large, bold font. i gulp to myself, my body freezing as i am basically forced to accept the old book into my pale, shaking hands. i feel my nerves consume me, yet i nod, giving her a small smile and begin walking towards the staircase to make my way towards my bedroom.

"don't feel too intimidated, [y/n]." cordelia yells to me, smiling reassuringly as i turn my head back to her. "you're a very talented, exceptional young woman. this rookie warlock has nothing on your powers, my dear."

i sigh, glancing down at the book for a brief moment before facing my teacher again. "yes ma'am, thank you. i will try my hardest to protect our sisters, and this coven.. when exactly is mr. langdon supposed to arrive?"

cordelia shrugged lightly, rubbing her forehead in thought. "if i remember correctly, he should be here tomorrow night, just in time for dinner. remember to be respectful and collected. these men get a little cocky most, if not all the time, but we are better than them. if he mocks you, or the other warlocks do the same, simply keep your composure. they don't know how strong you are, and their hats will be blown off once they realize just who their newest warlock is up against."

"yes ma'am. i'll do my best to ignore any remarks." i nod quickly, then turn my head back around and begin to pick up my pace, making my way to my room in order to avoid anymore confrontation about the current situation and the talented warlock i'm now up against in a battle for my coven and my entire life.

i hold so much respect for miss cordelia, but i simply couldn't handle the continued discussion of who i'm up against. michael langdon was no ordinary warlock, and compared to him, i was just a young witch with little to no experience in the craft.

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the following day felt like weeks, but time quickly began to pick up its pace when a knock was heard at the front door. i followed behind zoe with my hands behind my back, sweat collecting at my palms as i nervously await the young man that could potentially destroy my future and my sisters' as well.

cordelia opens the door to michael langdon and two older warlocks, who quietly take a step inside and scan the room of women. i watch michael's blue eyes trail from witch to witch until he lands on me, taking a step aside and past cordelia, through the witches, until he is now standing in front of me, his head hung high as he holds his hand out to greet me. i wasn't sure how he was able to spot me so quickly. had the warlocks told him what i looked like? was i standing noticeably uncomfortable?

"michael langdon. i suppose you're [y/n] [y/l/n]. the pleasure is all mine." he took my hand as i handed it to him, placing his soft, pink lips against my warm skin, where i only felt my heart rapidly beat at his touch.

i nod with a soft smile, pulling my hand away and once again putting it behind my back, looking to cordelia as she lifted her hand to speak.

she's fairly attractive for a witch. quite a shame i'll be taking her down by the end of this week.

my brows furry in confusion as i look to michael, who was focused on cordelia. i had no clue what she was talking about, considering i was tuning out every word coming out of her mouth. i focused on michael's thoughts, which he had no clue i was reading, judging by the attentive look on his face.

maybe i'll mess around with her before this is all over. wouldn't be that big of a deal to fuck the enemy as long as i kill them after.

my eyes widen in fear, along with shock, as i snap out of my thoughts, then turn back to cordelia. i chew my lip, then watch her gesture towards the dining room table. the entire coven makes it's way into the enormous room, where michael and i sit at the head of the table, and everyone else sits down in line on each side of us, with cordelia and the two warlocks on the opposite side of the table.

as everyone begins to chat over dinner, i twiddle my thumbs, staring blankly at my meal while i think. what the hell was michael's motive here? does he want to kill all of us? if he's powerful enough to do so right now, then why the hell hasn't he blown our heads off?

no one's watching. do you want my hand between your thighs, [y/n]? or do you want to wait until everyone's asleep?

"w-what?" i freeze, glancing up to michael with burning red cheeks. i shake my head in disbelief, then grab the glass of water before me and gulp down a rather large sip. "i'm sorry, michael... um, i must be imag-"

he grins mischievously, shaking his head with a devilish smile from ear to ear. he leans closer, whispering in my ear just loud enough for me to hear his seductive tone of voice. "you aren't imagining things, dear. you must be a fool if you think i can't read your thoughts either. you've been wanting me between those pretty legs the minute i stepped in this coven, hm?" i feel his fingers trail up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my warmth. "spread them for me, pretty, won't you? i'm asking nicely."

"you know i can't do that." i nip back, glancing over to michael. "if you know i can read your thoughts, then why the hell would you want me to know your plan is to kill me when this is all over?"

he rests his hand on my inner thigh after practically forcing my legs apart, his pinkie finger rubbing against the black fabric of my dress. "maybe, after meeting you, i think you deserve a chance at salvation. you're different from these other witches, [y/n]. you may be weak at times, but you do have drive. you don't want to die, so you'll do whatever it takes to get to the top. am i correct?"

"yes.." i nod, looking down as his middle finger pokes at my wet panties. i shake my head, then grab his hand and pull it away, placing it back on his leg. "but you were right about wanting to wait until later tonight. i'd prefer a place where my sisters aren't two feet away from me.."

michael chuckles, then grabs his fork and begins to eat. "fair enough, miss [y/l/n]. i'll be at your bedroom door for 10."

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how does it feel to be such a dirty slut for your competitor? does it taunt you to know your pussy aches for your next supreme?

i want you to lay bare in your bed and wait for me, darling. i won't be much longer.

i nearly shiver at michael's words as they run through my head. while it may be beneficial to hear other's thoughts, sometimes it can really take me by surprise. i kept my composure, since i was so eager for michael to pay me a visit in the next few minutes. i stripped off my clothing and then laid in the middle of my bed, pulling the cover over myself in case one of my sisters for whatever reason decided to knock.

i feel a presence near, when i look up to see michael hovering above my bed. i jump in surprise and a good bit of fear, then blink to see him standing aside my bed at the speed of light.

"y-you scared me!" i shout in frustration, pulling the sheets over my shoulders to warm up my body full of goosebumps. "that isn't funny."

michael sighs, taking the sheets and yanking them off of me, before climbing into the bed. he was in his pajamas, which consisted of a pair of black boxers and a white tee. i noticed the bulge in his underwear, which only grew bigger when he watched my breasts begin to harden at the cold air and his presence in general.

michael leaned down to lightly peck my forehead, before trailing his kisses down my neck and soon to my right breast. he attaches his lips to the bud, swirling his tongue in circles and using his hand to play with the other nipple, which he lightly twists and pulls at. i let out a soft moan, lifting my legs and spreading them, practically begging the blonde before me to fuck my guts out.

michael pulls away after a minute, reaching behind me and to my nightstand, grabbing a black hair tie and beginning to pull his locks into a bun. "someone's eager, hm?"

"i-i'm sorry... i thought you were reaching over to get protection or something.." i play it off, looking up at him as i begin to close my legs in embarrassment. he quickly grabs my leg, pulling it open again and motioning his body into front of mine.

he pulls his boxers down and looks over to me. "protection?" he scoffs, lining himself up between my legs. "you're about to be fucked by the most powerful warlock since the beginning of the time. you don't really think this deserved to be blocked by a flimsy piece of rubber, do you?"

i shake my head, my eyes glued to his rather large cock as i think. "well, no... but.. i'm not on the pill, so i don't know if that's the best id-"

"trust me, love. it's better if you keep quiet and take what i'm giving you." michael snaps back, reaching over to place his right hand around my neck, his digits gripping the heated skin.

i hiss at his harsh touch, leaning my body up to watch him align himself. as he pushes his thick, long cock inside of me, i gasp. it had been awhile since i'd last had sex, especially with someone so much bigger than usual. i gulp, glancing up to the man as he begins to thrust, slowly and sensually.

"what makes you think you're so much more superior than me, michael?" i ask, resting my head against the dashboard of my bed frame, holding both legs open as he moves in and out.

michael scoffs, leaning closer to face me, our eyes locked as tension fills the room. his movements stop once he is balls deep inside of me. he leans his head sideways, almost in a taunting manner, as he formulates his answer to my unexpected question.

"hmm.." michael pretends to wonder, then nods to himself as his answers secures itself. "maybe it's the fact that i don't melt at the touch of my competitor. maybe it's because i'm not such a dirty little whore that will take any cock presented to her. how would cordelia react to this, [y/n]? you've practically betrayed your livelihood by fornicating with the enemy."

i roll my [y/e/c] colored eyes, sitting up and using all my strength to push myself on top of him, releasing his hand from my neck and to his side, which he then drags to my hips. he holds himself against me as i begin to move, my breasts hovering above him. i watch him attach his lips to my nipple, keeping a tight grip on my waist as i begin to bounce on his throbbing and straining cock. i knew he was begging for release, but with the way he was talking to me, did he even deserve such a gift?

"cordelia has no play in my personal choices, michael." i answer back, looking up to the ceiling as i curl my toes, shutting my eyes while i thrust, taking the man's cock with each harsh movement. "what provoked you to want to fuck me anyway? how am i the whore, when you're the one who's been thinking dirty thoughts about me the minute you stepped into our academy, too?"

michael released his lips from my breast, moving one hand to my cheek. he cups it, pulling my face down to look at him, my hair falling into my face while he deviously smirks.

"i told you, my dear. you're the enemy, and i always say to keep your enemies close. the more i think about it, i don't think death even deserves you. the only thing on this wasteland of an earth that deserves you is myself." he praises himself, grabbing the back of my head and tugging on my hair, which only pulled me down and onto his hungry lips.

i allow him to once again take control by flipping me on my back once again, laying down in missionary as he begins to pound his cock in and out of me. as i moan into his mouth, i feel my core begin to heat up as he slides inside of me perfectly, his touch causing my insides to boil in sexual frustration and need for release, which is soon granted to me as he pulls out, his warm seed mixing with my cum as it quickly squirts out of my pussy.

i gasp, looking up at michael as he catches his own breath. i watch him sit up and get off my bed, grabbing his boxers and slipping them back on, along with his shirt. he holds his hand out for me to get up, then affectionately pecks my lips.

"i'll see you tomorrow morning, [y/n]. maybe, now that we've both reached our release, we can focus on what's truly important." he grins, "who's going to be the next supreme."

i nod, tilting my head confidently and let go of his hand, walking back to my nightstand to grab my clothes. "i suppose so... i'll see you then, michael. good luck."

"same to you, dear." he then walks to my bedroom door and closes it immediately after leaving.

i sit back on my bed and attempt to process what just happened. while it was a positive that michael and i were able to get past our built-up sexual frustration towards each other, i couldn't seem to get him out of my head. i couldn't let this affect me and my sisters, and the entire world as we know it. i had to pass the test of the seven wonders, and ignore the eighth wonder of my own, no matter how attractive and charming the young warlock was.

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@eyeless-smiles asked:

❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ((He's doin everything in his power to make Mikey jelly uwu))

@langdhon

Falling asleep maneuvered him back to the Dreaming, as most nights. Michael expected to meet his obsession, as most nights, and he did, but... it's not the way he'd thought. The thrill of anticipation got drained from his countenance as soon as he caught Corinthian with someone else. Which in itself wouldn't be an issue. Fun can and should be shared. Feeling like air, ignored in his attempts to reach out, that ultimately leads to a pang of jealousy flaring up in his chest. Michael can't help the tears shooting into his eyes and the wrath starting to consume him the longer he finds himself confronted with his fear of abandonment. It consumes him faster than he'd have expected. Shouting even, his voice seems to hit deaf ears.

His jaw snaps shut, teeth gnashed behind sealed lips while his hands hanging by his sides furl into fists. And that anger manifests in the surroundings. Entirely stiff, almost shaking, he just stands there. The brewing storm may whip his hair around, but not sweep him off his feet. The Corinthian and that ominous other party, though? They'll have to fight to keep standing. Black sand whirls up and hits skin with the force of a thousand needles, then gathers, increasing density shapes them into tendrils. They sling around the stranger and tighten, tighten, tighten... Until he splays his fingers and the tendrils, like wire, cut that intruder into slices.

And all of a sudden, the grains rain back down, the storm calms. Relief lets Michael's shoulders sag ere slow steps carry him to the nightmare; his expression hardened while a tear streams down his cheek does he grab Corinthian by the jaw. Pull it closer. And he hisses: " You are mine, understood? " A bitter, strained smile then, it matches the anger still hardening his stare. " Next time, I'm going to tear you apart. "

He may have been remade, but he is still the Corinthian. A creature created to reflect humanity's darkest reflections back upon themselves. And when such a creature develops a relationship with a human? Well, undoubtedly, the monster will eventually step into the realms of the worst humanity has to offer when it comes to love.

He courts this handsome young Dreamer with the sole intent of sparking jealousy. He wants to taste Langdon's distaste. His possessiveness. To see just how much, or litte, Michael can tolerate.

And as he feels Michael's presence enter the Dreaming, the Corinthian acts upon its whims. Pulling the Dreamer into a tight embrace. His tongue forced down the back of the bewildered man's throat. It doesn't take long for the Dreamer to discover he's really into it. And the Corinthian knows it. His hand are all over him. Pawing at beige attire in an attempt to understand what lies beneath.

Only, their impromptu makeout session is interrupted by whipping sands that lash out with malicious intent. Forcing the Creation and his Dreamer to part, as they look around the changing landscape with bewilderment. The Corinthian knows this is Michael's doing, but he had not expected such a visceral reaction. And then his little experimental toy is sliced apart. Returning to a terrified, panting mess tucked comfortably in his bed.

The Corinthian backs up a step as the sands die down around it, and his attention is drawn to Michael. Spying the utter agony in his eyes, and the tears that accompany it. It lets itself be pulled forward with a gasp. Blond brows quivered as though it doesn't understand what it has done to deserve such ire.

"Yours?" The Nightmare repeats, and a soft, dismissive laugh shudders past ocular maws.

"I'm Dream's, Michael. He simply lets you play with me."

His jealousy tastes delicious.

#((catch me out here turning this rlly old ask into a thread cuz i think about it often 🥺 #((these two need to work some stuff out #ic #langdhon

[eldritchlibertine]

Threshold of Darkness 

Ever since I started rewatching Apocalypse, my fic-writer brain seems to have woken up from it's very long coma and now I have the urge to write all the things. And I want to. So I did. But I'm also nervous, because I haven't written for pleasure in 15 years. So I'm posting this before I get cold feet. So #yolo I guess.

Pairing: Michael Langdon/Reader | Michael Langdon & Cordelia Goode

Summary: One month into his tenure at the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, Michael Langdon's extraordinary powers capture the attention of John Henry Moore, who senses a disturbing depth to Michael's abilities that goes beyond normal warlock prowess. Concerned, John Henry reaches out to Cordelia, before Ariel can push for Michael to undertake the test of the Seven Wonders. In response, Cordelia brings Michael to Miss Robichaux's Academy, aiming to better understand and guide his potent abilities. Under her watchful eye, Michael begins to explore the extents of his powers, but as they dig deeper, the line between control and chaos blurs.

John Henry Moore was chilled.

It wasn’t a physical chill - not with the fire that was currently blazing behind the blonde boy currently seated in front of them. No, it was a chill in his bones. An overwhelming sense of wrongness - of danger.

He’d been chilled since he’d seen that video more than a month ago - heard the snapping of that man’s bones, his stark plea of "help me" before his head exploded. He suppressed a shudder. No, it wasn’t a physical chill. Ariel believed that the boy, Michael Langdon, was a warlock - a powerful one. John Henry wasn’t so sure. He’d never seen power like that in a warlock.

And now, Michael sat before them, ready to be evaluated. John Henry thought it was a mistake, and had said as much, but he might as well have been talking to a wall.

“Now that you've had time to settle,” Ariel said to his right, “and you've immersed yourself in the study of magic here at the coven, it's time to evaluate and see where you stand.”

Though his pleas for prudence - a little circumspection - had gone unheeded so far, he gave it one last shot. “Normally,” he said pointedly, “this would happen at the end of the first year.”

Michael’s brow furrowed slightly. “I’ve only been here a month.” As he had since he arrived, in every interaction John Henry had had with him, he spoke softly - calmly. No indication of the raw, dark power that had been so evident in that cell.

It was Behold who answered him, obviously just as keen as Ariel was for this boy to help them take their rightful place. “Well, seeing your progress, we feel justified in accelerating the process.”

He suppressed a scoff, and as Ariel explained the test, and his ridiculous theory about the Alpha warlock, he mulled over his own concerns, and the deep sense of foreboding that had settled over him. Though he knew the boy had power, he wasn’t convinced that it was anything like the powers they knew. Maybe he wouldn’t even be able to pass these tests. He hoped he couldn’t.

Scrying was first, and his hope sputtered out almost instantly as Michael not only pulled the name of the book he was looking for directly from Baldwin’s mind, but pulled it just as easily from the mirror itself. Disturbing.

Behold called it impressive, but he called it what it was. “Troubling.” At this, the smile dropped from Michael’s face.

Next was transmutation - salire per spatium - and again, Michael seemed to have no trouble. John Henry’s unease ratcheted up another notch as Michael’s voice drifted down from where he was clinging to the ceiling like something out of a horror movie. “You want me to dust up here.”

When Ariel had first shown him that horrible video of Michael’s powers, he’d said “demonic possession” and the others had scoffed, desperate for their Alpha warlock who would help them to supplant the Supreme and take their rightful place. Maybe now they would see that something was very, very wrong here.

But no.

Last was stiricidium -  the ability to manipulate the weather through water molecules present in the atmosphere. As he explained the concept, John Henry couldn’t help but notice the first traces of uncertainty on the boys face. Slowly, he moved to stand, deep in thought, his fingers going to his mouth in a nervous gesture. After a moments thought, he raised one hand, fingers moving fluidly and gracefully despite his obvious nerves.

And then the first flakes of snow began to form. He raised his other arm then, calling the snow to fall and a boyish, exultant smile to break over his face.

The others began to chuckle next to him, exclaiming their wonder, but all John Henry could feel was unease. They didn’t notice the boy go rigid - his eyes roll back into his head leaving only the whites exposed. But John Henry did, only a moment before Michael flung his arms to the side and sapped every ounce of heat from the room, killing the fire instantly. The room had gone dark, and their breath billowed in white clouds in front of them. Michael seemed to be in a trance - rigid, arms outstretched, trembling.

Ariel’s sudden cry of “ENOUGH!” seemed to shatter the hold of whatever was happening, and Michael’s eyes snapped open, blood pouring from his nose. He didn’t drop his arms.

No one spoke. No one moved. No one breathed.

Until Michael brought his fingers to his face, gingerly feeling the blood there as it dripped over his lips. He looked shaken. Distraught.

His voice cracked and wavered as he spoke then, brow furrowed and eyes shining - “I’m sorry.” It came out almost like a gasp. “I didn’t know that was inside me.” He doubled over slightly, breathing deeply and still trembling.

Ariel, blind to whatever distress the boy was feeling, just walked over and placed a hand on his cheek, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

“You're testing your wings. Once you're fully in control of your powers you'll have the confidence to soar.”

Michael still hadn’t dropped his hand from his where it had touched at the blood at his nose, and Ariel’s words didn’t seem to comfort him at all. Briefly, he locked eyes with John Henry, and whatever he saw there must have given him pause, because he gave himself a little shake and re-focused on Ariel as he said, “Thank you for your spirited participation Michael. You’ve given us a lot to consider.”

The other warlocks swiftly left the room, leaving Michael there, still trembling and looking for all the world like a lost and frightened little boy - not someone who, mere moments ago, had nearly killed them.

Ariel was right. This had given them a lot to consider. John Henry considered leaving the warlocks to their delusion that Michael was the Alpha warlock - considered letting things play out as Ariel saw fit. But no. He’d been correct in his initial assessment.- Michael’s power, as great as it may be, was too dark and volatile. He was dangerous, and the other warlocks were too blinded by their own ambitions to see it. Too eager to take what they thought was their rightful place. Too eager to usurp the Supreme.

No. He couldn’t leave Michael in the care of these power-hungry idiots. There was something more at play here - Michael was more than just a powerful warlock.

As he strode purposefully towards his office, he thought back to the way Michael’s eyes had rolled backwards in his head, how his body had gone stiff. Maybe demonic possession wasn’t that outlandish of a theory. When had come back to himself, he had looked genuinely afraid.

Either way, the warlocks were not capable of handling this correctly. Before he could second-guess himself, he fired off an email to the only person who could.

The Supreme.

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[redroses07]

My Masterlist.

Fics!

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank Dating Headcanons

Forgotten Breakfast // JJ Maybank

American Horror Story:

AHS Boys Cuddling Headcanons

Tate Langdon // Enemies to lovers Headcanons

F**k It I Love You // Michael Langdon

How The Evan’s Would Be With A Reader Who Has Panic Attacks

Young Sheldon:

Meeting His Family // Georgie Cooper

The Black Phone:

Real First Date // Vance Hopper

Stranger Things:

Detention // Mike Wheeler

Lazy Summer Days // Mike Wheeler

Nightmares // Mike Wheeler

Jake Webber and Johnnie Guilbert:

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert pt. 2

Agents of Shield:

Day Off // Deke Shaw

Star Wars:

Coming soon!!

Mood Boards <3

Outer Banks:

Rafe Cameron Dating Aesthetic

Jake and Johnnie:

Johnnie Guilbert Dating Aesthetic

Taylor Swift:

The Last Great American Dynasty

The Archer

Agents of Shield:

Daisy Johnson/Quake Aesthetic

Deke Shaw Dating Aesthetic

American Horror Story

Kit Walker Dating Aesthetic

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♡Jerome Valeska (Gotham) ♡Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham) ♡Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) ♡Niragi Suguru ( Alice In Borderland) ♡Shuntaro Chishiya (Alice In Borderland) ♡Daikichi Karube (Alice In Borderland) ♡Bayonetta ( Bayonetta games) ♡Nancy Downs (The Craft) ♡HABIT (EverymanHYBRID) ♡Noah Maxwell (TribeTwelve) (I DON'T SUPPORT ADAM ROSNER) ♡Patrick Andersen (mlandersen0) ♡Brian Thomas (Marble Hornets) ♡Ji-woon Hak ( Dead By Daylight) ♡Jonathan Crane (nolanverse Batman) ♡Firebrand ( TribeTwelve) ♡Fish Mooney (Gotham) ♡Evan Myers (EverymanHYBRID) ♡Billy Loomis ( Scream ) ♡Darren/Pig ( Disco Pigs) ♡Nathan Young (Misfits ) ♡Simon Bellamy (Misfits) ♡Michael Langdon (American Horror Story) ♡Tate Langdon ( American Horror Story) ♡The Countess (American Horror Story) ♡Johnny Faust ( American Satan/Paradise City) Will add more F/Os over time!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

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[wroteclassicaly]

Below, you will find my complete Michael Langdon masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE!

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AHS Masterlist

Cody Fern Characters Masterlist

My library blog

Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

Finding out you’re pregnant with Michael’s child - (Headcanons)

Losing your virginity to Oupost!Michael - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

First dates with Michael - (Headcanons)

Michael taking care of you when you’re sick -(Headcanons)

First time with Michael after he becomes the antichrist in full power mode - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Michael taking care of you during a depressive episode - (Headcanons) 💝💔

Michael & Tate bond - (Headcanons) 💝

Jealous & Protective Michael - (Headcanons)

Sub Michael - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Husband Michael - (Headcanons)

Protective Dad!Michael - (Headcanons)

Period Sex - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Dad Michael - (Headcanons)

Young Warlock Michael - (Headcanons)

Ripe

Chapter One ❤️‍🔥💝

Chapter Two (coming SOON)

Goodbye Means

Chapter One 💔❤️‍🔥💝

Fiercely Vigilant ❤️‍🔥💔

Magic ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Mine ❤️‍🔥💝

Home 💝

Because I Want To, Michael, I Want You 💔❤️‍🔥���

If I’ve Ever Needed Someone, It’s Always Been You 💔💝

May I Taste Your Sin ❤️‍🔥

From Ashes To Pleasure ❤️‍🔥

Seeking comfort from Michael 💔💝

Cleaning blood off Michael after a ritual - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Michael senses your pain 💔💝

Not being able to sleep 💔💝

I’ll Meet You In The Changing Rooms ❤️‍🔥

Comfort 💔💝

Needing Michael 💔❤️‍🔥💝

Dad Michael - (Drabble) 💝

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[glitchaxolol]

No cuz why is the young adult/teen Michael Langdon such a cutie, I genuinely love him despite him trying to kill everyone. And then he becomes an adult and holy shit, he’s fine.

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[badboyzbingobrunch]

Gorgeous (part 1) 18+

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

****************************************************** “Alright, Ladies. Load up on the buses” Ms. Myrtle was instructing all of the students of Robichaux’s to our respective buses. The boys school had agreed to host us out of a good faith arrangement while one of their own would be performing the 7 wonders. A male completing the 7 wonders would be a sight to behold. There has never been a warlock in history who could complete 4 of the 7 wonders let alone all of them.

It was an excruciating bus ride from Louisiana to California but, after our arrival, we were greeted by every boy attending Hawthorne’s. I looked around to each of their faces. Any one of these boys could be him. It was actually pretty exciting to experience history in the making. Robichaux students were grouped into 3s and escorted to our rooms for the next two weeks. I was grouped with Amber and Elena. I was pretty new to the academy, so anyone else was grouped with would be a stranger. They seemed nice though. Each room had a large bathroom with a tub and shower. Eager to wash the bus off, my roommates and I piled into the bathroom and began washing up. “Do you think he’s cute?” Amber was washing her ginger hair in the sink as she asked Elena who was fully submerged in the tub. Elena shrugged. “A lot of them are cute.” I was in the shower letting the hot water cure the ache in my tired bones. Personally more interested in how powerful this “wonder boy” was than if he were cute. We were asked to wear the feminine version of Hawthorne’s school uniform which was a complex uniform consisting of a button up shirt, satin vest, tie, blazer, knee length skirt, stockings and Mary Janes in all black except for the long sleeve button up shirt which was white. We were expected to wear this uniform every day during our attendance here. Were we expected to participate in lessons? I suddenly felt nervous about this venture. What if I embarrassed myself in front of these strangers? My nerves kept sleep at bay. Looking at the clock it was 5 am, and I heaved a defeated sigh before putting on the uniform and pulling my hair into a neat style. Maybe the library would be a good place to practice my spells before breakfast. The entire school was silent, as everyone slept peacefully. The underground school was a true work of art, looking much more suited for a museum instead of a school. As I approached the library I could hear faint cursing from the other side of the door. I reached for the door knob just as a tall blonde boy ran out and slammed against me. The force was so intense that I fell back hard onto my bottom. He stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground and sneered in my direction. “Watch where you are going.” He spoke calmly with a cold indifference as he rolled his eyes and took elegant strides away from me. “You ran into me, jerk!” I called after him in vain as he disappeared down the hallway. Such a punk! It doesn’t matter how neatly groomed he may be. He is still a thug. A dark haired boy equally well groomed exited the library next and extended a hand to help me up. “William Banks. It’s a pleasure to meet such a lovely witch so early in the morning.” I accepted his hand with a grateful smile. “(Y/n) (L/n). It’s a pleasure to be met by a gentleman after a run in with a thug. What was his problem anyway?” William shrugged. “Something about his dad not answering him. He must be dead or something because he keeps casting summoning circles. Langdon is a weird guy, but way powerful.” My heart ached at the thought of the boy desperately trying to contact his dead father, and suddenly his rudeness was easily forgivable. “Thank you for your kindness. I’ll see you around?” William nodded eagerly. “Absolutely you will.”

Michael POV:

I just can’t understand why he isn’t answering me? Am I supposed to complete the 7 wonders on my own? Am I supposed to be proving myself to him? “Mr. Langdon! Perhaps you misunderstood the rule that ALL students were to be in attendance of their respective classes at 7 sharp. Maybe you thought you didn’t need to learn more from us now that you are our resident GOLDENCHILD, but I assure you that you do.” Mr. Chablis stood over the couch that I was resting my eyes on. I stood as respectfully as I could as I looked down at his smaller frame. “Forgive me, sir. I was up all night practicing for my performance of the 7 wonders. I rested my eyes for only a moment, but time got away from me.” I gave a small apologetic smile hoping to successfully charm him into staying out of my business. “Right! Well drink this, it’ll put some PEP back into your step.” He handed me a black mug filled with a camel colored liquid. I scrunched my nose as I tried to decipher what he was giving me. “What is it?” “Coffee!” Mr. Chablis then preceded to laugh at his own joke. A joke I was obviously not privy to because I was unaware of what was supposed to be funny about giving a boy a cup of coffee? Was I the joke. Was my reaction what was funny to him? I shook the thoughts from my head and brought the warm porcelain to my lips. The liquid burned my tongue and esophagus. But I only focused on the flavor. My mouth would heal in about a 3 seconds, but I liked the creamy flavor of this drink. It was a curious blend of bitter and sweet. Mr. Chablis was right. It did put some “pep” in my step. My first class was transfiguration which was Mr. Chablis‘ class. Obviously he is the only instructor who cares if I am late. I arrived in the middle of the girl’s academy instructor teaching how to change the color of roses. “Thank you, for joining us. Just take a flower and sit anywhere. We haven’t started yet, so you are just in time.” Mr. Chablis extended a bucket filled with white roses towards me. I took one with a nod of appreciation to my instructor. The girl who got in my way last night was sitting in a corner all alone. Why was she outside the library so early anyway? The witches came all this way just to see me perform the 7 wonders. Maybe she came to see me. I may as well have a little fun with them while they are here for me, right? I strutted towards her and sat on the floor of the library. My knee gently grazed her thigh as I sat. I expected some sort of reaction of excitement, but she only gave me a small nod acknowledging my presence before turning her attention towards her instructor. Playing hard to get huh? That’s okay, I like cat and mouse. I redirected my attention to the instructor who was twirling her own white rose in her hand. “Today we are going to be changing the color of these roses. It can be any color you like but it must be one solid color. Do not focus too hard on the change or it may change many times, and do not focus to little or the rose will not change at all. Roses are stubborn like that.” She examined her rose and continued. “Try to imagine the rose shifting in your mind and encourage the rose to change.” She extended the rose for everyone to see and smiled as it shifted from white to a deep red. “Now you try.” The girl beside you focused deeply on her rose. Quicker than anyone else’s it shifted to a warm yellow. I looked at the white rose in my hand. It was the color of innocence and purity. I imagined it becoming tainted with my energy. The petals turned to a deep red before shifting quickly to black before the petals fell and turned to ash as they hit the ground. There were several cheers from my schoolmates who were struggling to change the color of their own roses. “Ms. Benson, He didn’t follow instructions.” It was a girl’s voice from beside me. I leaned in to whisper into her ear playfully. “Tattle tale.” Her ears and cheeks began turning red from my small action. Cute. The instructor came towards us and smiled softly.

“No, you did the task right. You only put too much into it. Remember that the flower is stubborn but also precious. Think about something precious to you, something that you wouldn’t want to hurt with your magic and try again.” 

            She handed me a new rose and just like before it turned deep red, then black, then the petals fell and turned to ash when they hit the floor. I cracked my neck in frustration and tried again with the same result. Why couldn’t I do this? My vision began to blur and I felt the familiar drip of blood from my nose. I was wasting too much energy on this. Suddenly, the rose in my hand burst into flames resulting in shocked gasps from the others in the room. Not beside me though, I felt a friendly hand soothing the tension on my shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t have anything to prove.” That’s where she is wrong. I was fading into my subconscious, but her one stupid fucking comment grounded me into reality. I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled her up so that she was eye level with me. “You don’t fucking know me.” In one swift motion I released her and stood. I then wiped my nose on my jacket sleeve and left the library.

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        I adjusted my uniform as he left. “Damn…Wonder boy is touchy.” One of the girls from Robichaux’s spoke. Her name is Coco. I didn’t know her personally but when we took lessons together she seemed nice. “Are you okay, (y/n)? That was a real dick move.” I nodded as Coco tried to comfort me. I felt overwhelmed and dizzy. Suddenly my vision began to blur and I fell to the floor. The last thing I saw was Ms. Benson’s face as she cleared space for me to breathe. 

        I woke up in a small infirmary with Ms. Benson placing a cold wet rag onto my forehead. She gasped and called the attention to someone else in the room. “Cordelia! She’s awake.” The face of my supreme came into view and she elegantly took a seat at the foot of my recovery bed. “Are you alright, (y/n)?” I nodded slowly as I sat up in the bed. my muscles ached as I moved. I must have been laying in one spot for a long time. “I need you to be very honest with me. Did Michael do this to you?” Her voice was grave. I enthusiastically shook my head. “No! I just fainted. He yelled at me, but he didn’t do anything. I didn’t sleep last night and I’ve been practicing so much. I think I am just exhausted and fainted..” Cordelia nodded in understanding and began petting my head in a motherly display of affection. “Why do you ask? Is he in trouble?” Cordelia and Ms Benson looked to each other silently before Ms benson answered. “He has been banned from performing the 7 wonders because of what we thought he did to you.” I sprung up so quickly that my head flooded and fell back onto the pillow. “You have to tell him he can perform them again! How long have I been asleep?” Ms. Benson patted my forehead with the cold rag and nodded. “You have only been asleep a couple of days. It was a temporary ban until you woke to tell us what happened.” 

        I rose slowly this time. “I have to tell him I’m sorry…” Cordelia and Ms. Benson helped me up. “Would you rather one of us did it?” Cordelia offered gently. I shook my head now able to stand on my own two feet. I need to know where he is.-“ “- I can show you to his room.” William Banks was standing in the doorway.  With a small bouquet of yellow roses in his hand.

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