#american horror story apocalyspe

[dyns33]

Flufftober 13 - Vulcan Michael

Vulcan Michael Langdon x reader 

For Michael, Halloween was totally illogical.

But most of the things humans did were totally illogical, so he shouldn't be surprised by this weird party where people pretended to be someone else, sometimes other species than their own, or even worse, beings which did not exist.

For several days, Y/N had tried to explain to him why it was important, a kind of custom, that you shouldn't look for logic in customs, just see that it was a good time, to share, to relax, during which people could have fun and forget their worries for a night.

           "Yes, okay, the way of having fun is not logical, and it's also ridiculous to ignore your problems instead of trying to solve them but... But that's it !"

           "But that's it ?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

           "Yes, that's it !"

           "Very well, t'nash-veh ashaya."

           "... So you agree to dress up and come go candy hunting with me ?" she asked with a small pout, knowing that he was illogically having a hard time resisting her when she was doing that face.

           "I don't see why I would refuse, as long as the costume is not offensive."

"          I had thought of an elf."

           "... That's a bit offensive."

           "A vampire then. And I'll be a young princess, under your spell and totally at your mercy."

           "Illogical."

           "But that's it !"

           "Yes ashal-veh." he sighed, trying not to smile, even though smiling wasn't as illogical as the Vulcans thought. It showed that we were happy.

It was just better to be happy inside, in a controlled way.

It was therefore filled with discreet joy that Michael accompanied Y/N in the streets to collect sweets. Of course, he didn't dare hold her hand in public, it was highly inappropriate.

And he repeated to her that sweets and other delicacies were not good for her health.

He also noticed that there weren't many disguised adults knocking on doors.

           "Michael." Y/N said kindly looking at him with wide eyes. "You know very well what I'm going to answer you."

           "Hmm. That's this is what this celebration is about, so you won't be logical, you will do whatever you want with regards to holding my hand, eating, and going out in costume, and that's it."

           "Exactly."

           "Just promise me not to eat everything too quickly, I don't want you to get sick."

Despite his grunts of protest and the fact that several people were watching them, Y/N kissed him on the cheek, saying that he was cute, and promising to be reasonable.

It didn't really convince him, because he knew that his human and he didn't have the same definition of what was reasonable.

So he wasn't really surprised to find her on the sofa, still wearing her big dress, her face covered in sugar and chocolate. Using her little pout, she tried to avoid his criticism.

           "Whether I eat them now or later, it's almost the same."

           "The nuance is in the 'almost', ashal-veh. You promised me."

           "I only ate five ! Well... Maybe seven. Or more. But there's still plenty left. You can take some if you want. You chased them too, you deserve them. Oh Michael, come on, try one !"

           "No, it is not..."

           "Michaaaaael ! For me, please !" she begged, holding up a candy to him, waiting for him to eat it straight away.

It was illogical, but he couldn't refuse it. He could never deny her anything.

And he didn't realize at all that he was eating chocolate, sitting next to her, letting her feed him again and again.

Since Michael had never told her about the effect of chocolate on Vulcans, he couldn't blame Y/N. She hadn't really forced him to eat it either.

He was the only responsible for this situation, which his mate did not understand right away.

It was a real surprise for her to see him smiling and laughing like it was perfectly normal, moving oddly.

           "Your cheeks are all green. Are you sick ? Oh, I hope you're not allergic to something ! I can call a doctor, I..."

           "It's all right, ashal-veh." he chuckled, taking her in his arms. "I'm fine. I've never felt so good. My love. My life. I'd like to take you far away, to a cave, where no one can take you. I'll build you a house and we'll have plenty of children."

           "... What ?"

           "I don't like it when other people touch you. Or when they look at you. You're mine. You're mine, aren't you ?"

           "Yes Michael, I'm yours. But you're not in your normal state, you... Are you purring ? And you...  Are you biting my neck ? Michael ?!"

           "You smell so good, t'nash-veh ashaya. T'nash-veh ashal-veh. T'nash-veh ta'hal. Nash-veh ashaya du, weht do kanok-vei. Worla trasha nash-veh, sanoi . Wuh panu tor gu'gelik heh herbosh rik' du."

Vulcans having a denser mass than humans, it was not easy for Y/N to drag Michael to the bedroom. He didn't really help her, before falling asleep in the middle of the bed.

The next morning, his head hurt terribly. With great difficulty, he prepared tea and meditated for several hours, until Y/N woke up.

Despite his meditation, he behaved slightly illogically by "sulking", refusing to talk about what had happened and decreeing that they would never again participate in Halloween, which was a holiday as dangerous as it was illogical.

He later tried to banish several other holidays where chocolate was present, such as Christmas when Y/N served him hot chocolate, or Valentine's Day, before accepting that he could not escape this toxic product, and that anyway, Y/N found him so adorable when he was drunk that he could eat some from time to time to please her.

But only if there were no other witnesses to see it.

#american horror story apocalyspe #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon x reader #Vulcan Michael #flufftober 2022

[captain-coven]

is ahs: apocalypse my favorite season? yes.

is it purely because it features cordelia goode, wilhemina venable and billie dean howard? also yes.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs: apocalypse #apocalyspe #american horror story apocalyspe #ahs season 8 #american horror story season 8 #ahs coven #ahs murder house #ahs apocalypse #cordelia goode #billie dean howard #wilhemina venable #cordelia goode x reader #billie dean howard x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

[ordinary-superstar]

Satan shouldn’t be this hot.

#satan #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures #ahs #ahs apocalypse #american horror story #american horror story apocalyspe #michael langdon #luke cook #cody fern

[thedeviltohisangel]

Posting Note!

One shot where Clara does a strip tease for Michael is queued for 8:30 PM EST on 2/23!

#michael langdon #cody fern #ahs #ahs apocalypse #american horror story apocalyspe #american horror story #duncan shepherd #jim mason

[twotonepolaroid]

Mallory: I heard 1 in 4 people are gay. That means at least one person in my friendship group is gay…

Mallory: I hope it’s Coco, because Coco’s cute.

#cocollory #coco st. pierre vanderbilt/ahs mallory #ahs mallory #mallory ahs #coco st. pierre vanderbilt #billie lourd #leslie grossman #ahs #ahs coven #coven #ahs apocolaypse #apocalypse #american horror story #incorrect quotes #American horror story: coven #AMERICAN HORROR STORY: APOCALYSPE

[amandalee3292]

Facts.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs 8 #ahs apocalyspe #american horror story apocalypse #sarah paulson #lol #twitter #@jaxonolsen

[watwouldblackbuffydo]

"This season was just Coven 2.0!!!"

It's what we wanted lol

#ahs: coven #ahs #ahs apocalypse #american horror story coven #american horror story: coven #american horror story apocalypse #coven #apocalypse #witchblr #ahs coven #ahs spoilers #ahs: apocalyspe

[yellowmotomami]

When you find a person to fangirl with

#american horror story #sarah paulson #cordelia goode #ahs apocalyspe

[jaskiersbard]

Ryan Murphy really likes showing us Evan Peters’ ass and...I’m absolutely not complaining.

#ahs #ahs apocalyspe #american horror story #mr gallant #ryan murphy #evan peters

[thethirteenthgay]

It appears as though we’re fucked, my dear.

#what a mood #ahs #apocalypse #american horror story #myrtle snow #ahs apocalyspe

[dyns33]

The whole truth

Here @roxytheimmortal​ ! Thank you for the idea ! 

I’m so happy to see that people still love Michael Addams. He was missing lately, like a lot of my AU! because I don’t have any new idea... but he will always be one of the best ! 

           The identity of Michael's father. It was not a secret in the Addams family. They were all very proud of it, and Michael himself was too, even if he was not really closed to his dad. When he was young, it was not like that. Michael was scared, and mad, and sure that his father killed his mother on purpose, so he would be alone, without anyone to love on Earth, ready to destroy it. But the devil let him go in a loving family, so it was not logical. Of course, the Addams had nothing against the Apocalypse, but they never asked him to do it either.

           "You do what you want, son." said Gomez. "That's the principle of Satanism."

           "But you must always be polite and gracious while doing something." added Morticia.

Years later, he had a real conversation with his Father, thanked to his grandmother who showed him how to contact Him. His dad was not that bad. Yes, he was the antichrist, yes He hoped to see him ending the world, but he was not going to force him.

           "You are free. Do what you want, as you want, when you want. I can wait. I have all eternity for that. And the more Earth stays, the more humans are proving to be the worst creation ever, so it's funny, really. I... Sorry for your mother."

Michael was not against the Apocalypse either. He hated almost all the people he met, being indifferent to the others, and he started to have enough of all this. Until he met (Y/N). His Goddess, who saved his life, and the world, without even knowing it. Because, that was the only thing Michael never dared to tell her. The only time he kept a secret from her, and even lied to her. Who was his father. She asked, of course, because she was a bit curious, she wanted to know everything about him, as he wanted to know everything about her. Michael knew that, he was not mad at her, he could never be. And she was so sweet, so open minded, so pure. Maybe she would understand. Accept him. But he was to afraid of losing her and he lied. Said he didn't know who his father was. That he left before his birth, and he was certainly dead by now. He added that he didn't want to talk about it, because he knew (Y/N) was too nice to insist and ask more questions. She didn't. Now they were married, with kids, and even if she had discovered that he could do strange things, that he was not totally normal, she didn't know the whole truth. Michael was really ashamed of the whole situation. He had to tell her. He had to ! But what if she got scared and decided to leave with the twins ? It would be totally understandable. Who would be please to learn that their lover was the Antichrist ? But (Y/N) was not like the others. She was a Goddess, she was unique. So, today, even if he was still really afraid of losing her forever, and knowing he would not be able to do anything to stop her, Michael decided it was time to be honest. While their adorable kids were playing in the garden, he went to the kitchen. As the good mother she was, (Y/N) was preparing a cake for her beloved family.

           "Cara mia... May I talk with you ?"

           "Of course." she smiled. "You know you can tell me everything."

           "Right. I know. But... There is something I didn't tell you. That I should have tell you from the start. I want you to know that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie or hide things, I... I love you. I would die for you, and without you, and that's why I couldn't say anything about it. But it's wrong. I can't keep it forever, I need to tell you."

(Y/N) was a bit surprised, and worried, he could see it in her eyes, but his way of putting things was certainly not helping. She stopped what she was doing to look at him, waiting for the worst. If only she could imagine what he was about to say, but Michael knew she couldn't.

           "I... When I told you that I didn't knew who my father was... I lied. He is not dead. He never left. He is not really somewhere actually. Well, except if we consider Hell as a place, but nobody is really sure. He doesn't really have a physical from so... What I'm trying to say is... My father is Satan."

That was it. He told her. It was too late. She was going to panic, to cry, to scream. She would take the cake and throw it on him, then run outside to take the children. He would never see them again. His breath started to speed up. He realised that he was near the door, blocking her escape, so he moved a bit. But his Goddess didn't run. She didn't shout. A big smile appeared on her face, she giggled a bit and turned her attention back on her cake.

           "I'm... I'm serious." Michael stammered, all red.

           "Sorry. I was not prepared. I didn't know... that it would be today."

           "What ?"

           "Michael... I already knew." confessed (Y/N), biting her lips.

           "You... How ?"

           "Well, your dad came to have a little chat just before our wedding."

Michael couldn't believe it. His father dared to talk to his wife behind his back ! But the most surprising news was that his Goddess knew, and she didn't care. She was not scared. She accepted him.

           "Did he... hurt you ? Threaten you ?"

           "No, he was really nice !" she replied. "He was a bit nervous actually, to meet his daughter in law. But happy to see that you were happy with me. He told me that you wanted to tell me, but you were not ready. That you were scared of how I would react and you didn't want to lose me. But you father thought it was not a good idea to keep me in the dark about it, so he came. He wanted me to know, to have all the pieces before saying yes. I think he was like you, afraid of my reaction. It's true that I'm a bit hurt, because you didn't trust me, and maybe I would not have take it so well to learn it after so many times. But I understand. Your dad was not sure that you would tell me one day. I said you would. You took your time, but you did, so I'm pleased. Michael, you can tell me everything, really. I mean it. I'm your wife. Do you want whipped cream with the cake ?"

Oh, she was more than that, and once again she was not seeing it. Best mom, best lover, best human being. A true Goddess, walking among them. He really didn't deserve her. He needed to have a conversation with his Father later, to thanked him, and asked him to never do something like that ever again.

           "Michael ?"

           "Huh ? I'm not going to destroy the world." he said quickly.

           "I know, silly. I meant, for the cream."

           "Yes, please. May I help you ? May I... kiss you ?"

           "Of course."

Their lips were about to meet when they heard a scream coming from the garden. The neighbour, who was mad at the twins. Again. (Y/N) kissed his cheek before asking him to go check what their little demons were doing.

           "With them, it was not that hard to guess." she joked.

           "They are angels, just like their dad."

           "Fallen angels, maybe. And I love them as much as I love you."

Michael left the kitchen with a lighter heart. Next step, tell the kids about their grandfather... if the old man didn't already came in their dreams to play.

#american horror story apocalyspe #the addams family #michael langdon #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael addams

[cl0wnwhore]

Got this on Etsy from Bazelevsart 😍😍😍

#cody fern #michael langdon #ahs apocalyspe #ahs #american horror story #art #personal

[indiesoul96]

It’s Sunday and I literally don’t know what the fuck I want to do with my life, which is really not helping my anxiety, so I’m just gonna spend the day writing a new chapter for my story and re-watching American Horror Story 8.

What a mood.

#okay #bye #sunday mood #carol #american horror story 8 #american horror story #ahs #ahs apocalyspe #ahs8 #carol fanfiction #carol fanfic #carol 2015 #writing #fanfic

[thedeviltohisangel]

The Light In Me//10//It’s All Right

The ice between Penelope & Michael begins to thaw.

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Michael had lost track of the days he had spent sitting with his back against her door. Penelope had locked herself in her room ever since that first dinner on her first night. He was at a loss as to what to do. It wasn’t as though he had any experience in the romance department. He had thought it would be easier. Michael thought he could wine her and dine her and eventually she’d come around to accepting her fate by his side. Instead she was proving to be quite the formidable match.

“Penelope, please come out so I can speak with you. Let me allay your fears.” The now commonplace sounds of her feet padding towards the door echoed.

“Michael you kidnapped me from my home and expect me to bow down and…”

“No, not bow down.” Michael quickly scrambled to his feet and pressed his hands flat against her doors. “You are my equal. One day, maybe even my Queen.”

“How am I to know of your true intentions? You bear the mark of the beast.” Oh how the chill of a shadow had shivered through her at that revelation.

“Let me show you around the Sanctuary. You’re new home. I’m sure you’ll find it quite suited to your liking.” Michael had designed it completely with her in mind. Ever since he had first stumbled upon her during his time in the woods, he had felt at the very core of his being that she was the one he was meant to spend his life with. After feeling as though he had hit rock bottom she had appeared before him like a dream. In the woods his soul had reached out to her. Begged her to scoop him off the ground and cradle his pieces back into a whole but her soul had told him he wasn’t ready yet. That he wasn’t ready to accept the love and light that she was going to fill him with. He had to work on himself before he could have her. And he didn’t know why she was still being so difficult. He had done all the things a man was supposed to do for a woman he loved. Built her a home. Provided her with warmth, food, water. There were empty garden patches in the back waiting for her to plant and grow. Animals that yearned for the nurturing care that a women with her talents offered. He knew of the stereotype of women being difficult but he thinks that dealing with a Goddess must make them that much more so.

“Just a walk around? In the fresh air?” As she finally opened the door to her room, Michael was now aware of how different she looked from the last time he had seen her. She was paler, her hair looked more grey and her cheekbones were poking from her skin.

“Are you not feeling well?”

“I haven’t been in nature for so long that I...I had slowly begun to wither.” He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and dragging his fingers down her rough cheek.

“Then let’s get you into the sunlight.” She nodded weakly, Michael assisting her back to her closet so she could grab a cloak then carefully walking her down the stairs so they could exit the castle. He thinks a few people they passed were praying at the sight of her. They had all felt her power and seeing her show weak from the presence of the Antichrist, they could all only imagine what could happen to them if he ever turned against them. As soon as they stepped out onto the grass her hand in his seemed to warm. “Do you feel better already?”

“Yes. Let’s go a little further.” Michael continued to walk slowly with her further and further from the suffocation of the walls of the castle. “This is exactly what I needed, Michael. Thank you for your persistence.”

“Shall we sit?” They had reached a wide expanse of the greenest grass and Penelope dropped to it immediately and ran her fingers through the healthy strands. It was almost as if Michael could sense her body being reinvigorated by the sun and the wind and the grass. This was the first time he’d seen her smile since arriving at the Sanctuary.

“Tell me, Michael, what it is you were hoping to achieve by kidnapping me?”

“It is embarrassing to admit but I have little social experience. I did not think you would come willingly as quickly as I wanted so I took matters into my own hands.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was practically glowing and his mouth was watering with desire for her. “You are the most beautiful creature in Heaven or Hell or anything in between, Penelope. Do you know that?”

“No,” she said as she blushed and shook her head, “I have never given anyone the chance to compliment me. I keep to myself and my crops and my animals. Occasionally I would visit the local children but they just thought I was a Princess or something.”

“They weren’t totally off.” He regarded her softly as she deeply inhaled the gust of wind that swept through the field. “I want you to be happy here, Penelope, I really do. No matter what that means.” Michael meant that even if it meant him not having her in the way he craved.

“I think we can meet in the middle on the matter. I can come out of my room more, start exploring this outside world. And give you a chance to prove to me who you really are. Not just who your father is.” He released the weight of the world in one sigh.

“That is all I could ever ask for, Penelope, thank you.” She got the sense based on how relieved he felt that Michael wasn’t used to people giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“May I?” she asked as she tilted her chin in the direction of where his hand rested on the grass between them. He shrugged and held it up to her, Penelope grasping it between both of hers. The little bit of her powers that were able to break through the block Michael still had on them seeped into the skin and opened her eyes to his memories. She saw a room of mirrors. A blonde, older woman slumped on a couch. A beating heart in the palm of his hand.

“Stop that!” Michael yanked his hand from her clasp with a cry. Penelope jumped back, startled, and braced herself for what wrath the son of Satan was going to unleash on her. “I have taken very careful care to build scars over the wounds of my past. Please do not make me rip those off.” He cradled his hand to his chest as if it had been burnt. The slight tremor of his shoulders called to her so she did something neither of them had suspected. Penelope closed the distance she had put between them and cradled his head against her chest.

“I am sorry, Michael. I will not use my powers with you without your explicit consent ever again.” She had let her curiosity get the best of her and she felt regretful for that. Without meaning to, he felt himself tense at the show of affection. It had been a lifetime since Michael had felt the comfort of another heartbeat against his ear. His synced up to hers perfectly as he rested his weight into her chest.

“You have a very calming presence,” he whispered as he felt perfectly at ease for the first time in forever.

“It is one of my many gifts given to me by my mother.” Michael sat up in her embrace.

“Will you join me for dinner tonight?” She nodded, the intensity of her gaze making it difficult to form words. Without truly thinking about it, he reached forward and stroked his fingers down her cheek. Her skin was even smoother than it had been in his dreams. He could not wait to see how different the rest of her was to the images he had conjured up in his dreams. “I’ll have Amelia and Charlotte come to aid you in getting ready tonight.”

“Michael, I-” she started as she wished to refuse the staff that he was offering her.

“Let me provide for you in the ways I can, Penelope. We live in a castle. You should be treated as such.”

“Okay, then. Is there a color you’d prefer me in?” His eyes turned darker as he didn’t even take a full second to think about it.

“Red.”

----

Penelope inquired to the two women if the swell of her breasts was too much for dinner, the red dress off her shoulders making her look fuller than she ever had.

“Master Langdon is not easily stricken by the flesh, Miss Penelope.”

“Believe us, Miss Penelope, many have tried and none have succeeded.” She furrowed her brow as they continued to bustle around her and make tiny tailoring changes to the gown.

“What does that mean?”

“Master Langdon is the most handsome and powerful man in the Sanctuary, in the whole world. Almost all of the village women have tried to tempt him into bed. His resolve is steel.”

“There has never been anyone in his life? You would know?” They guided her to her vanity next to straighten out her hair and apply some color to her face.

“Oh, Miss Penelope, you truly do not know. He has been waiting for you. We all have been waiting for you.”

“You all really believe that I am destined to be with him.” It wasn’t even a question anymore. In the time she had been there it had become clear that they all thought of her as the rightful Queen to stand by his side for eternity.

“All the pieces will fall into place. You two have forever to figure it out,” Amelia answered as she rubbed a gold-flecked serum onto Penelope’s face.

“I have never seen a man put as much effort into courting a woman as I have Master Langdon put into you, Miss Penelope.” They both hummed with smirks on their faces. Penelope’s neck jolting back at a particularly harsh rake of the brush by Charlotte.

“Do you think he will mind that I wish to move slow?” Penelope asked. “I have so many questions and am trying to get used to all of this change.”

“Master Langdon has already waited so long that I doubt it will make a difference how much longer. Just having you here has already made the sun shine longer.”

“Oh, Miss Penelope, we would love to have tea with you one day and answer all of your questions! Amelia and I are quite perceptive and love to gather information.”

“Meaning you like to procure gossip?” Penelope asked for clarification.

“Yes! Until you came we were just doing mindless things in preparation. We learned so much about the rest of the Sanctuary in that time,” Amelia added as she tapped over Penelope’s face with a powder brush.

“Well then we will certainly have to sit down for tea. I have to know how this place runs,” she whispered as though someone could have been listening in on them.

“I’ve been told that mischief follows the giggles and whispers of women.” The three whipped their heads around to find Michael standing in the doorway.

“Master Langdon.” The two handmaids dropped to their knees instantly in a show of reverence.

“You look spectacular, Penelope.” She rose from the chair in front of the mirror and walked towards him.

“All thanks to this beautiful dress you got me and the talents of Amelia and Charlotte.”

“Thank you, Miss Penelope,” they rang in unison.

“Well, if anything, the dress and topical treatments only enhanced the wonder that is already you.” She placed her hand gently in his outstretched one, Michael bending at the hip to place a kiss on top of it, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. “Dinner awaits, my lady.” He escorted her down the stairs, the sounds of a cello reaching her ears.

“Oh, Bach’s Suite No. 1. My absolute favorite,” Penelope said with excitement as the man playing the instrument came into view.

“I thought some light music would be a nice backdrop for our evening.”

“It is wonderful.” She turned so she was facing him and grabbed both of his hands to give them a thankful squeeze. For the brief moment that their chests touched and her face was mere centimeter from his, Michael thinks his heart stopped beating. He then led her to the table and pulled out a chair for her, pushing it back in once she was seated and comfortable. He sat across from her, forgoing his usual seat at the head of the table. Ever since Michael had made the transition into the castle on the grounds of the Sanctuary, he had sat alone at the head of the table for every meal. He had been told that it could be lonely at the top. The loneliness didn’t matter to  him as long as he was able to enact his father’s plans. Side effects be damned. “Maybe one night I can cook for you. I love being in the kitchen.”

“I would be delighted and honored to eat a meal cooked by you,” Michael replied with a sincere tone and expression as the servers brought out the first course of stuffed crimini mushrooms.

“On our walk today, I noticed some plots of land perfect for gardening. Are those for me?” She took a smiling sip of her wine.

“Technically the entire Sanctuary is as much yours as it is mine. Those plots are specifically designated for you and whatever you might wish to plant there, yes.”

“Oh I must plant some flowers for the bees. It is so sad that they are on the brink of extinction.” Michael held back that everything was on the brink of extinction according to his plans. But he wasn’t about to snuff out the fire behind her eyes at the plight of the bees and her desire to plant a flower garden just with them in mind.

“I look forward to seeing it.” They finished their first and second courses with polite conversations, both of them laughing and blushing and their hands moving closer to each others across the table with each glass of wine. It was when the pumpkin cheesecake came out for dessert that they were interrupted.

“Pardon the interruption, Master Langdon, but we have an urgent disciplinary matter that requires your attention.”

“Not now, Nathaniel.” He didn’t even bother waving his hand at the man. Michael kept eye contact with Penelope and hoped this interference wouldn’t upset the wavelength they had both found themselves on.

“Master Langdon-” His chair screeched as he stood up forcefully. This little imp was ruining the beautiful night he was having with the women of his dreams. Ruining the crowning achievement of all his years of hard work and obeying the timeline of others.

“Kill them for all I care! And then come back here so I-”

“Michael?” Penelope was looking up at him with fear in her eyes. His body was shaking with rage as he turned his head so he could look at her. “Take a deep breath. I don’t mind if you have business to attend to.” She walked around to his side of the table and pecked her lips against his upper arm in the hopes her touch would relax him.

“Let me at least walk you to your room first.” One of her arms looped through his and her other hand held his. Michael was delighted at all the points of contact their sides had.

“Dinner was wonderful, Michael. Thank you. May we do it again sometime?”

“I have dinner at that table every night if you would wish to join me.”

“Yes I would like that very much.” They reached her door all too soon and he began to think of how he many different ways he could say goodnight in order to prolong their time together. “Once in awhile, you could show mercy to your people. You attract more bees with honey you know.” Michael smiled and took a step closer to her so the only thing in between them were their intertwined hands.

“Are you referring to unfortunate incident at dinner?”

“Yes...Perhaps I can use my feminine wiles to expose your soft side,” she teased.

“I will always welcome more time spent with you, Penelope. No matter your motivations.” He ached to kiss her. To make sure not a single ray of light could sneak between them.

“Goodnight, Michael Langdon, I hope you have the sweetest of dreams.” She used his chest as leverage to press a kiss to his cheek. It was the softest sensation Michael had ever experienced. Every nerve on his body was lit on fire once her lips pressed against his cheek and he thinks colors he never knew existed in the world flitted across his eyes. “You’ve not had affection shown towards you in a long time.” It was when she pulled away and Michael remained still with closed eyes that the knowledge washed over her.

“It has been awhile,” he whispered.

“We can work on that.” Her fingers combed through the curls of his hair that tickled against his cheek.

“Maybe tomorrow you can show me a demonstration of your powers? I will remove the block.” Michael felt as though he at least owed her that much. He would have to earn her trust and respect, it wouldn’t just be given to him the way it had been in the rest of the Sanctuary.

“That sounds lovely...I can make us a picnic lunch as well.” Penelope did not understand what a date was but Michael was thinking to himself that that was exactly what their excursion tomorrow sounded like.

“Until then.” He placed one last lingering kiss to her hand and stayed at her door even a few moments after it was closed. Penelope did the same, both their hands coming to press against the wooden door in the same place. Neither knew how to describe the electricity that thrummed between them. She didn’t want to let the idea of him actually being her soulmate enter into her mind but it was a new and foreign feeling and she was not opposed to it. Penelope went to bed with a smile on her face that night for the first time since she had been captured in the woods. Michael was merciful to the two men caught stealing when he finally returned downstairs to continue the business aspect of running the Sanctuary. In his own way it was his offering to Penelope’s mother, wherever the Goddess resided. His father had blessed his intended union to Penelope and he hoped that her mother could too. That night he felt as though some of the cracks in his heart had healed simply from her presence. Michael hadn’t felt whole for a very long time and the fullness in his chest was uncomfortably new at first but he thinks it was something he could get used to. Learn to embrace even. It was hard to feel comfortable with being wanted after so long of being tossed to the side. And he laid there that night looking at the moon shining through his window and thought how for the first time in almost forever, he couldn’t wait to face the day tomorrow. Michael Langdon was excited to face the light.

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