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Fictober: Day Eight

So I did a sequel (part two?) to the previous Michael Langdon x Reader which you can find here. Also thinking about posting this on AO3 but we’ll see…

Prompt: I know you do.

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Reader

Rating: General

Tags: Follows the episode “Forbidden Fruit”, implied violence but very minor, spoiler if you haven’t seen the episode

Enjoy!

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“We’ll share it,” Emily beamed over at Tim when they both popped their heads up from the barrel of water, a bright red apple resting in her delicate hand.

Don’t eat the apples rang through your head. You had a sense that Michael was warning you, but with the eyes of Ms.Venable and Ms.Mead staring down at you, you had no choice but to step forward in line since it was your turn next.

You gulped down a sudden lump in your throat as your stomach turned into knots when you saw at least a dozen apples still floating in the barrel, waiting to be bobbed.

“Go on (y/n), pick one.” Ms.Venable commanded, her voice stern and her eyes watching you attentively when you glanced up at her. Her and Ms. Mead both had apples themselves, but a part of you had a feeling that they weren’t going to eat them.

Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and dunked your head in the barrel. The water was oddly room temperature and the feel of an apple brushed against your lips. You didn’t want to bite into it, so you nudged at it until the stem started to poke at your pursed lips, and then you opened your mouth and loosely grabbed the apple by the stem and pulled your head out of the water, cupping the apple in your hand. With your other hand, you moved your wet hair out of your face and opened your eyes, looking down at the apple in your hand. You stepped out of line and moved into a far corner of the room, wanting to escape Venable and Mead’s eyes.

You watched as everyone else finished taking their turns bobbing for apples. They were all eager to eat them and you couldn’t help but feel some slight guilt. Should you say something? Pass on Michael’s warning to them? You feared Michael would be mad at you if you were to tell them, but you wanted to do what was right.

Just as you were about to tell them so, Venable announced that everyone could finally enjoy their treat. The crisp sound of people biting into the apples, taking their first bite, haunted you in a sense.

(Y/n),” Venable snapped, you looked up to see her and Ms.Mead were looking right at you. “Go on and eat. You should be grateful to have such food in your presence.”

“I-I’m allergic,” you lied, clutching the apple tighter in your grip. “It’s the small bits of cyanide in the seeds, them being at the very core of the apple is dangerous for me.”

Mr. Gallant snorted. “Everyone’s allergic to cyanide, you’re not special.” His voice was muffled through his chewing and you chose not to acknowledge his comment.

“Excuse me,” you muttered and dashed out of the living room, your heels clanking against the wooden floor as you made your way upstairs and into Michael’s chambers. A part of you felt bad for not knocking, but as soon as you saw Michael calmly typing away on a laptop, your kindness subsided. “What are you doing? How the hell do you have a laptop?” You slammed the door shut to get his attention.

“Classified,” Michael replied calmly as he closed the laptop and turned around in his seat to face you. “You didn’t eat it,” he observed, his eyes moving to the apple in your hand.

“You told me not to,” you walked over to him, keeping your distance slightly as you stood closer to his dresser. “Why?”

“You can eat it if you please, I will not stop you.” Michael stood up from his chair and sauntered over to you, backing you up at a point till your back hit the dresser. “But just know that once I take you to my Sanctuary, you will have as much food as you please.” He raised his hand to caress your cheek, but you quickly grabbed his wrist and halted him.

“Why are you just taking me? I want to help the others.”

“I know you do. That’s what makes you so different from me. You want to help the others, but I only want to help you.” Michael yanked his wrist out of your grip and opened up the right door to the dresser, the side you weren’t leaning on. “Now I need you to be quiet.”

“Michael-

He shot you a glare which you quickly matched and he grabbed you by the wrists and made you step into the closet. Michael brushed a kiss to your knuckles before releasing you and closing the dresser door.

“Damn it,” you whispered to yourself and rested against the wall of the dresser.

Soon, you heard voices, recognizing Venable and Mead. They informed Michael they killed everyone.

You felt guilt pool into your stomach as you realized you could have warned everybody about the apples, but you chose not to. The apple in your hand dropped to floor of the dresser, making a large clunk sound.

“What was that?” Venable questioned and you covered your mouth to quiet your breathing, in case she heard it.

“Nothing,” Michael started to go on a rant to them, diverting the attention away from you.

Somehow, their conversation led to a gunshot and you suddenly feared that it was Michael who had been shot. Your eyes couldn’t help but sting with tears as the thought of him gone and you let out a small yelp when the door opened, fearing it could be Venable wanting to kill you next.

Seeing Michael’s face greet you was a flood of relief and you couldn’t help but lunge forward at him and wrap your arms around him in a hug. “I thought they got you,” you sighed into his neck. Michael lightly hugged you back and you closed your eyes, inhaling the rich, polished scent that Michael always reeked of. You felt safe in his arms, like he would protect you from any harm that would come your way.

“I will,” Michael answered your thoughts, as if he could read them, in a promise. “I’m not going anywhere.”