MY DUDE. I’ve been working on this for ages and I just finished it like–i love it. School’s been kicking my butt, but I managed to get this done! It turned into more than headcanons buuuut… it’s great
Mermaid!Bros Meeting Their Soulmates!
Noctis
It was a cold ass day when you met him. The sky was overcast with a sharp chill that rattled your bones and you were perched on the edge of a pier
You didn’t know why you were out there, but something told you that you had to be there
You were staring out over the water when the weird pull that brought you there started tugging at your stomach
It was then that you saw it
The flash of color in the waves: a deep blue sprouting from the water before it disappeared once again
Then the tug
It was a tug so strong that you were launching to your feet, leaning over to get a better look
Then you fell in
The water was freezing as it enveloped you, the chill clinging to your skin as pinprick needles seemed to stab into you
You couldn’t move
It was so cold; too cold
You were falling down and down and down and–you couldn’t breath
Your lungs were burning and your skin was freezing and you clothes were clinging and you just kept sinking
Then, you stopped
Something warm was touching you, wrapping around you as you were propelled to the surface
The second you felt the cold air against your face, you were gasping. Fresh air flowed into your lungs, but you couldn’t let go of the warmth
You were clinging to it, pressing your face into it and letting it carry you as you tried to catch your breath
“You okay?”
His voice was lazy as it reached your ears, the sound causing your heart to stutter as you looked up and saw his face
And it was fucking beautiful. His eyes fell on your own and it was as if time stopped
You sat in his arms, moving with the waves as you clung to his warmth and stared with wide eyes. He stared back, his lips parted in a soft O and his blue-grey eyes just as wide as yours
You blinked and the spell was broken, although the tug in your gut was noticeably gone, replaced by a soft longing in your heart
You looked down, expecting to see a pair of human legs. There were none. Instead, a long, sleek tail was gently waving in the water, keeping you two afloat
You gasped again, startled as you were clinging to him even more
“Oh, yeah. Don’t mind that.” He said. You felt his shoulders move as he shrugged, but it was near impossible to take your eyes off of his scaled tail
Only when a violent shiver racked through your body did you look back at him, seeing his face so much closer to yours
He looked at you, staring at your nose and your eyes and taking it all in
“You know,” He began, his voice somehow heard over the crashing waves, “When my dad told me all merfolk have soulmates, I didn’t think mine would be human,” He was smiling, a sense of humor laced into his tone. “But we can talk about it later.”
He was already swimming towards the shore, only stopping when the water was too low for him to swim
You didn’t want to let go, and neither did he. You both sat in the wet sand, his warm arms wrapped around you like a blanket
“Your highness!” The voice was sharp, demanding
He looked up for a milisecond, eyes wide before glancing back at you. “Come back tomorrow,” His words were fast and he was already letting go, but you still clung to his wet skin, refusing to move.
“Promise you’ll be back?” Your voice was so soft that he was surprised he could hear it
Rather than say yes, his head dipped down. His lips were resting against yours’, still warm against your cold skin. It ended to soon.
“A mermaid’s kiss is a promise–and that goes for mermen too,” he smiled at you, leaning forward and gracing your forehead with another kiss before he disappeared beneath the waves and left you stunned and surprised
You didn’t know his name, and you didn’t know how true his words were, but you would still be back tomorrow
You didn’t think your heart would be able to survive otherwise
Prompto
The sun was bright, the sand was warm, and you were happily getting sunburned on the beach
You had grown up in that town on the ocean, happily soaking up the mildly salty sea air as time went on
You grew up listening to weird tales of half fish people who stole things left near the ocean and replaced them with the ocean’s bounty
Of course, when you were younger, you decided to test this theory
Spoiler alert: it was true
You left all sorts of things on the pier: old toys you didn’t want, funny looking rocks, costume jewelry, bottles, plastic food that came in those giant packages at the store…
And when you came back the next day, they would always be gone. There was always something in its place
Sometimes there would be a shell or a piece of coral, other times there were sparkling pieces of ocean glass or strangely shaped driftwood. One time, there had been a dead fish, but you only screamed and kicked it back in the water (it had been a rough day and you didn’t get any more fish afterwards)
You had long since stopped leaving things on the pier or receiving things from the ocean, but today was a bit different
You hadn’t meant to leave you favorite necklace in the sand, but it had happened. When you realized it, the sun was steadily lowering in the distance but you promised yourself you’d be quick and could only hope for it to be resting where you had been
You froze when you saw someone in the sand, peering at a chain in their hand
You had never seen him before and couldn’t place the messy blonde hair or the freckled skin, and as your gaze lowered, you gasped
He had no legs. In fact, instead, he had a giant fish tail
It was glimmering in the sunset, with long, flowing fins that seemed to burn the brightest golds and splayed out onto the sand like a flowing skirt
You must have been staring too long
He looked up, his eyes meeting yours
Honestly, you think that was when you were smitten: the second you looked into his cornflower blue eyes
Your feet were bringing you to him, slowly and quietly. You hadn’t even noticed
He looked so scared, his eyes big and fearful, he was inching back towards the waves, your necklace dangling in his hand
He had reached the water, and with a splash, he was gone
“Hey–wait!” Your call was useless, he was gone in a flash with nothing but a seaspray and flash of gold left behind
You came back the next day. And the next. And the next. You kept coming back, wanting to meet the strange man with the fish tail and to get your necklace back. At least, that’s what you told yourself
You couldn’t deny the burning curiosity in your stomach or the longing in your heart
An entire month passed before you saw him again. That day, you decided you weren’t leaving the dock until you saw his freckled face again. In fact, you brought something else to trade, a small earring that you had long since lost the other half to
He didn’t show up all day, just like the days before, but you weren’t about to leave. However, you did fall asleep
That night, as you laid on the dock underneath the moon, there was a loud splash on the dock that had you stirring in your sleep
Outside of your dreams, the same merman from earlier was perched on the dock, soaking wet
He was surprised to see you there, fast asleep with a soft snore escaping your mouth
Slowly, he reached towards the hand curled near your face, something small in hand. He let it fall into your palm, completing the trade, and turned to leave
He stopped, however, his eyes catching sight of the sparkling piece in your other hand
Sparkling things were always his downfall, and he wasn’t about to deny what he could only conclude was a gift for him, but he also had nothing else to trade
Still, he reached forward, his deft fingers gently lifting the small treasure from your hand
He smiled as he examined it, lost in its sparkle and lost in the memories of the costume jewelry that you had often left when you both were nothing more than children.
He had to admit that he also had some feelings for you then and often waited for you to return and find the offerings he had left
Only when he saw you on that beach and when you saw him did things click and he realized why he was so attached to you: one, simple human
He smiled, his hand reaching forward to gently touch your face
His hand was so cold against your dry cheek, and you woke up, jumping up and startling the poor merman
“Oh my god.” You were the first one to speak, your eyes big and your voice quiet
He looked like a cow caught in headlights. His eyes kept flickering to the water, his muscles tensing. He moved to jump.
“Wait! Please!”
He paused at your voice, his heart aching as you begged. He turned, looking at you curiously
Your eyes flickered to something around his neck, catching sight of the silver chain and the familiar pendant. “Wait–is that my necklace?”
He glanced away, looking rather sheepish. “Yeah–well–uh, we traded?” His voice was higher, so much normal sounding than what you thought. If it wasn’t for the fish tail, you would’ve thought he was a normal human
“Traded–?” You paused, feeling a light weight in your hand. Looking down, you opened your clenched fist to see a small, glittering pearl resting in your palm. Nostalgia clawed at your heart, reminding you of the small gifts you had found on the dock as a child. You smiled.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah… reminded me of you.”
You looked up, stunned at the compliment. Even under the moonlight, you could see his blush.
“I always thought that, even when we were kids.” He admitted, his face growing redder.
It was that statement that made you realize–he was the one who left those presents on the pier. Your smile only grew and you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his wet figure as he let out a surprised “Whoa!”
You pulled away, blushing as much as him despite your now wet clothes. “I always did wonder who left those presents.”
His smile was shy as he looked at you, only for a loud splash nearby to direct his attention elsewhere. “Ah damn,” He sighed, “I gotta go.” He looked at you, his eyes filled with questions. “Listen,” He leaned forward, “I’ll come back tomorrow night, okay? Same time.” There was a nervous edge to his smile as you nodded.
He paused, glancing around before making his decision. He shot forward, and it took a moment of surprise for you to realize the warmth on your lips was from his. He pulled away after a moment, blushing even more than earlier as he leaned towards the edge of the pier
“What was that for?” You were blushing just as much as him, your voice slightly breathless
He paused, perching on the edge of the dock with a slight smile as he held up your earring in his hand. “I don’t have anything with me except–well, except my feelings.”
This time, it was you who shot forward and left a small kiss on his lips. You pulled away with a devilish edge to your smile, “Guess now you owe me another present.”
He laughed. It was wonderful, filling the night and leaving you with the distinct ache to hear it again. “I guess I do, huh?” He grinned, before glancing back at the water. “But it’ll have to wait.”
He slid off the dock, leaving a splash of water and a flash of the same bright gold behind. You promised yourself you’d be back the next night, after all, you think he might have stolen your heart alongside that earring
The village you call your home, is surrounded by harpies. The harpies are revered, feared, adored, and hated in equal measures by those that live there. Their fearsome visage and reputation, keeps the village safe from attacks, none foolish enough to lay siege to a place where so many harpies call their home, and the few that had tried, having been dealt with swiftly. However they are also mischievous creatures, and care little for human laws, often stealing things from people in passing, or stores showing their wares. They have a particular love for stealing anything shiny.
The harpies are strange creatures. There’s no denying that they are terrifyingly alien in appearance, but there’s also no denying that they are still incredibly beautiful in a way that cant quite be verbalised. They don’t tend to interact with the people all that much, other than the few who fall under their favour, or interest them. Mostly, they simply watch people go about their days, tittering at their actions, or occasionally swooping in to cause some mischief.
You’ve only lived a few months in the village, but the harpies seem to have already taken an interest in you. There seems to be at least one watching you at any given time, tittering and making sly comments that leave you blushing or smiling. To the harpies, it seems, you are something of a precious jewel.
Things start to escalate as it nears spring, and the harpies start getting bolder, trying to lure you over to them constantly, or commenting on how you would look so good in some of the trinkets they own. Finding yourself just as interested, you willingly spend time with them, finding them to be strikingly intelligent creatures, with sharp tongues and wit. One of them, sticks out to you the most, the two of you seeming to click instantly, in a way you haven’t been able to with anyone before.
This harpy soon becomes a close friend to you, and at first, due to your lack of knowledge, you think that’s all she wants. Its not until you start to listen to other peoples curious comments or observations, that you realise it may be something more. All the delicate beads and pretty things, so lovingly woven into your hair, the jewels she insists you wear, and the way she primps and preens for you every time you look her way, her sisters tittering and teasing her for her actions. Its not until some bull headed boy keeps insisting on a date, and grasps your hand, that you understand.
“Don’t touch my treasure!” she snaps at the boy, swooping in out of nowhere and spreading her wings wide in a threat display.
She wraps her wings around you, surrounding you in silky feathers as she clutches you close, hissing insults at his hastily retreating back, and you cant help but smile and relax into her. Apparently you’re being courted by a harpy. And honestly, you’re cant say that the concept displeases you in the slightest.
The air was cool and refreshing, the sky dark and stars bright, making it a beautiful night for the little one to play. The child’s giggling was like tinkering bells, as they danced around the garden, chasing the fireflies with a carefree innocence that only children seem to master.
Hearing a rustling in the bushes, the child paused in their play, curiously stepping closer. A man stepped out from the shadows of the trees, clothes dishevelled and slightly dirty, eyes focused intently on the child, gleaming with greed. Terrified, instinctively knowing that this man should not be here, the child tried to take a step back. Quickly, the man lashed out, gripping the child’s arm tightly.
“Hey, hey! Calm down. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. I wanna help you. You’re not safe here kid” The man spoke quickly, voice hushed and nervous.
The thief had seen the child, while he was trying to look for something to steal from the imposing castle, something that wouldn’t get him ripped to shreds by the devil within. He could see the fine clothes and jewellery the kid wore, they had to be from a family of high standing. He would get a pretty penny for rescuing a little human child from the clutches of such evil.
The child only struggled more, letting out a loud cry, their vocal cords not seeming to work quite right. The man cursed and quickly tried to yank the child closer, terrified of drawing the attention of the monster he knew lurked here. How the child hadn’t been killed already, he had no idea.
Suddenly, a large hand clamped down on the mans wrist, bones grinding together painfully, and forcing him to release the child. Now free, the little one quickly scampered into the strangers hold, clinging to them desperately and sniffling.
The would be thief, found himself following the hand gripping him, up to the creature towering over him, the very devil he had been trying to avoid. The Vampire scowled furiously down at the thief, shielding the small child away from view. He squeezed the mans wrist until it let out a satisfying crunch, and sneered down at him.
Watching and discussing the main suspect, the Viscount of Druitt, with sebastian over the sound tapping foot steps from the sea of dancers between them and the point of interest
This was all interrupted by a hand suddenly being placed on ciels shoulder, turning him around moving his bangs to the side while simultaneously apologizing
Face to face with your elegant features inspecting his own, a blush covering his face as ciel remembers the situation he’s in
“You look beautiful for a girl, ciel.” Snickering while backing away, giving his flustered form some space
Ciel stuttering over his words before shutting up, freezing requiring Sebastian to take over. “It was absolutely necessary for the mission at hand Ms. Y/n, please don’t ruin the secrecy of this.”
Shaking your head “of course not, I could never do that to Ms. phantomhive.” Smiling as you tug on one of his pigtails mumbling out the question of if they’re real
“Well, if you don’t mind it’ll be a big help if you you’d dance ciel to the other side, we have no way other wise.” Taking in the situation to form a new plan that should help significantly, also will prove to be entertaining
Nodding, watching as you drag a still flustered ciel into the crowd, his dress following waving from the sudden force along with his hair
Wanting to glare at him yet you distract him, stif and tense struggling to maintain eye contact without feeling awkward, obviously holding his breath in struggling to keep up with you in the dance
Small conversation being shared between eachother as you ultimately reach your goal, quickly dashing off saying good bye, not wanting to be in the way of a objective
there will be a part two to this, by the way. part two will have some fiiiine 18+ content for ya. part two will have more michael also, in order to fix ryan’s ending i had a lot of info to fit in this piece.
summary when your coven sets out on the mission to destroy michael lagndon once and for all, you have a change of heart. will you be able to save the Antichrist before he meets his fate?
warning(s) cursing, death/murder, hella angst, time travel, flashback [in italics]
Ever since the young age of twelve you possessed the strange ability to tell if something dreadful was destined to happen; far more complex than just a ‘gut feeling’. The first time it happened was at the neighborhood grocery store, people scattered around the store with various items in shopping carts. A sense of danger spiraled inside of your stomach, anxiety welling within your chest. “Mommy, something isn’t right,” you exclaimed tugging the sleeve of her yellow raincoat.
“What is it, darling? Are you alright?” she said, eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
Unshed tears splashed against the collar of your little red jacket. “Please, Mommy. We need to leave, something really bad is about to happen,” you breathed, unable to keep calm any longer.
Your Mother sighed and let go of you reddened cheeks to continue pushing the shopping cart, “Y/n, we’re fine. We can leave as soon as I check out, okay?” Her hazel eyes crinkled at the sides as she gave you a nod and a tight lipped smile.
“No! We have to lea–” before you could protest any further the deafening sound of a gun pierced through the store. Men, women, and children scamper around the small store shrieking in fear. Nothing was as ear-splitting as the blood curdling wail that left your lips as you watched your mother’s body sink to the cold, grey linoleum floor. “Mommy! Mommy, get up!” you sob shaking her body violently hoping to wake her. The warm, crimson blood stains your small hands as a new wave of fresh tears fell from your eyes onto her still warm cheeks. Anger bubbled from inside your heart and overwhelmed your entire being; looking up you saw a hooded man with his gun pointed directly at a teenage boy at the register. You can see the man’s mouth move, but the only thing you hear is the blood rushing in your ears. Standing from the ground, your short legs carried you towards the man and you let out another thunderous shriek that sent the man flying through the glass windows. Shock at what you did caused gasps to leave many peoples mouths as they stared at you in fear.
“I-I don’t know what- I’m sorry,” you shout as you ran out of the store taking off into the empty streets. You ran as long and as far as your legs could carry you until you found yourself at a large white building with a sign that read, ‘Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies’.
******
It’s been seven years since that dreadful day, now you were with your only family left, your coven. Cordelia, your supreme, had willingly taken you in and introduced you to all the girls at the academy. You made lifelong friends, more like sisters at the academy only for them to be rudely pulled away from you. Michael his name was, had taken everything from your coven the only people left were: you, Cordelia, Mallory, Coco, Myrtle, and Madison. As you huddled together in the small swamp house in a secluded spell protected area, Cordelia began to give orders out.
“Mallory, you’re the most powerful witch we have left,” Cordelia said stroking the loose strands from the anxious young girl’s hair, “you and Coco are going to be placed under a identity protection spell.”
Myrtle spoke up from beside Cordelia, her bright ginger hair bouncing with each movement of her head, “Mallory you’ll be Coco’s assistant and Coco we’ve modeled your new identity after Madison.”
“What? No. No, there must be another way,” Coco said her nose scrunching up in mock disgust.
“Consider it an upgrade,” Madison mumbled flicking her cigarette towards the ground and stomping it out with her outrageously expensive boots.
Mallory’s tears fell from her eyes as she hugged Coco closer and looked up at Cordelia, “I don’t think I can be responsible for the lives of seven billion people.” Sobs wracked her body as she struggled to intake oxygen to calm her down.
“Yes, you can. And when the time comes, you will,” Cordelia said a sad smile curling at her lips. “And you, Y/n, you’re coming with Madison, Myrtle, and I,” she spoke softly as she pulled all of the coven, what was left of it, together for one last final hug. Cordelia and Myrtle began to chant the latin words, “Memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est.” Lastly, she blew a white dust into Coco and Mallory’s face, “Goodbye girls.”
*******
A burning sensation irritated your lungs as you clawed at the earth above you desperately reaching for fresh air. Dirt filled underneath your fingernails while you pulled your body upwards, worms and other repulsive critters fell from your body. Reaching the top you gulp in the fresh oxygen like you had never before, another gasp was heard from next to you. A mop of blonde hair appeared from below the ground. One by one each witch arrived, all sought out from the loud intakes of air to their screaming lungs.
Dusting off your black pants and shirt, you were the first to speak, “Well, that sucked ass. I had worms crawling up my nose and God knows where else. How long have we been buried down there?” You asked spitting out the dirt from your mouth.
“I couldn’t have said it any fucking better,” Madison added, stretching her back out dramatically.
Myrtle smiled and chuckled at your remark, “A year, maybe two. The healing properties of Louisiana swamp mud, dear.” A groan came from Cordelia’s mouth her body swaying slightly. “Delia, you felt it too?” Myrtle asked.
Cordelia turned towards you three a stern expression overlaying her features, “It’s time.
Find our sisters.”
You took the lead, legs carrying you to the black spiral of the outpost that was once ‘Hawthorne’s School for Exceptional Young Men’. Walking through the door, a feeling of nostalgia overcame your heart as you felt your sisters presence again. Running over to Mallory and Coco’s bodies you recited the spell putting both of your hands on their chests, Madison joined you and helped to finish the spell. Harsh intakes of breath from Coco and Mallory indicated that your spell had worked. “Mal, Coco? The spell worked are you guys alright?” you asked biting your bottom lip in anticipation.
Mallory pushed your hands away from her chest, “can someone please tell me what’s going on? What do you mean, spell?” She moved backwards away from you and Madison and grabbed Coco’s hand who also looked equally as spooked.
Slowly you stepped closer to Mallory, careful to not scare her, “We placed it on you for your protection. Coco, too. It kept you from knowing your true self.” You grabbed her hands and pulled her into a tight hug.
“Why?” Mallory asked.
“Because you’re special, Mallory,” Coredelia smiled pulling Mallory to her feet, “and we need you,” she pointed to Coco, “we need all of you.”
You stiffened as your ears perked up to the sound of recognizable heeled leather boots clacking against the stone floor. “How can any of you defeat me when I’ve already won?” Michael spoke from the stairway, his raspy voice alerting your fellow witches.
“You haven’t won,” Cordelia said angrily stepping in front of her girls protectively.
Michael laughs obnoxiously, a charmingly sinful smile forms on his plump lips, “Perhaps you haven’t noticed the state of the world. The seventh seal has been broken. Wormwood has fallen from the sky and turned the rivers to blood and fire. The bottomless pit has been opened and my swarms of locusts and scorpions have ravaged humanity.” With each sentence he took a step down the stairs, he was in front of you in three strides of his lengthy legs.
Feeling confident you walked closer towards Michael, past Cordelia and Myrtle. “The world can be saved, Michael. You don’t have to do this; you can fix this mess.” The twinge of danger twists inside your stomach, a feeling you haven’t felt in years. Doubling over in pain you shriek falling to your knees in front of the strawberry blonde’s leather boots. “Co-Cordelia! We must stop this!” you yell. Something isn’t right, this is all wrong, you tell yourself. Turning your attention to behind you, no one is there except for Madison. So caught up in the haze your body produced, you hadn’t noticed Cordelia leave with the others and the only one left was Madison with a severed arm/machine gun.
“Y/n, go!” she shouts grabbing your arm to pull you to your unsteady feet, “I’ll take care of him.” She aims the machine gun at his chest and pulls the trigger successfully pelting the man over and over. “Sorry about your little toy bitch.”
“Madison, what have you done!” you seethe, “Something’s wrong I can feel it in my chest. We have to stop Mallory from completing the spell.” You stumble towards her in attempt to grab her hand.
As you reach to do so, Michael’s voice interjects. His bejeweled fingers forming a tight fist, “Balneum infinitum,” and just like that Madison’s head explodes and her sticky blood splatters against your skin. A whimper leaves your lips, turning around you are met with an irate Michael. Before he can snap your neck with a snap of his fingers you run towards the almost inaudible voices reciting latin spells. “Come back here you stupid bitch! I’m going to kill you all for good.”
Pushing Myrtle away from Cordelia you grab at her shoulders, “Delia, stop! Stop! This isn’t the way. Fucking let go of–”
“This is the only way, child! Can’t you see everything he has done to the world? Our coven?” Cordelia cried, tears ruining her mascara. Her body turns back towards Mallory, shoving her head under the water.
“You’re going to send her back in time to kill an innocent child! Cordelia, I felt it in my heart that this was wrong and my abilities are never wrong,” you protest. She shakes her head and continues her desperate chants. “I hope in the future you’ll forgive me for this,” you murmur. Outstretching your hands towards her and Myrtle you shove them out of the bathroom and into the hallway where Michael’s footsteps can be heard. Jumping over the edge of the tub you dive into the water where Mallory’s body once was. Your lips move quickly reciting the spell.
“How did you think this would end? Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win Miss Supreme,” Michael says calmly.
You rush the words out faster and faster and duck under into the ice cold bath water. Floating, it feels like your floating and it’s blissful and serene. Opening your eyes slowly, you blink twice to clear your vision and suddenly you feel your body crash back down on earth. “Wh-Where am I?” you say rhetorically. The ache returns to your stomach, chest heaving in discomfort; a shout pulls you from your thoughts.
“This is who you are! And it’s only gonna get worse. But I swear to God, it is not going to happen in my house,” a woman’s strained voice shouts from within the house across the street from you. “Get out! Get out!”
Rising to your feet you walk down the sidewalk ready to cross the road when the front door opens and a boy stomps outside of it, sobs wracking his whole body. Your eyes lift to seek out his face, they’re met with a boyish younger version of Michael. Beautiful strawberry blonde curls that stop below his ears to frame his jaw; captivatingly blue eyes that would’ve been the most gorgeous you’ve ever seen if it weren’t for the current situation. The collar of his yellow shirt is blotched to a darker marigold color from his heavy flowing tears.
“Mi–,” you try to catch his attention, but your peripheral vision catches glimpse of a sleek black Range Rover. It has to be going at least 80 miles per hour; squinting to see the driver you spot Mallory’s long brunette locks a tiara adorning her head. Your stomach drops when you realise what she’s doing. Dashing into the street you shove Michael’s body backwards onto the vibrant green lawn of the ‘murder house’. By the time you look back towards the road, the car is only inches from you. And you feel it, the crunch of bones being impacted at full force. Glass shards from the windshield pierce the delicate skin of your arms and face. It feels like forever until your body meets the pavement again. You crash down, body sliding down the street giving you harsh road rash.
Michael crawls over to you quickly pulling you into his lap, “saved me, Miss.”
You open your eyes and look for the car your search is stopped short when you find it smashed into a telephone pole. The car bursts to flames and a feeling of guilt courses through you. Your sister, dead. She was always loyal to you, but it was the only way. A hand lays on your cheek, the warm flesh heating your burning cheek. Taking all of your strength to do so, you extend your hand to push the soft curls from Michael’s younger face. “Y/n, my name is Y/n,” you smile weakly.
He nuzzles into your weak grasp, “I’m going to save you, Y/n. Just stay with me okay?” his lips curl into a smile as he lifts you from the ground.
The last thing your eyes see is your body ascending the steps into the infamous Murder House.
warnings; angst on ANGST bitch!!!, sex, sadness, crying, thatscene
note; bitch. yall know i had to do this. its divided into 4 parts. so this bitch STUPID THICK!! oh and the basic plot point is that youre a witch and help michael. do you know about robichaux? the way i wrote it, you dont really. youre just someone going about your life with powers. take it as you want. ENJOY!!! peace lovers
also beware of the dry ass google translated latin i tried to be edgy and stay within the ahs realm of what a witch is/does and theres translations but still im sorry
the accident:
you were in your home, reading a book when a sharp feeling of pain erupted in your chest
what the fuck. you muttered to yourself, nearly dropping the book as a hand went to your chest
the sensation grew stronger as michael approached the door of his and constance’s shared home, tears pouring down his face after she told him to leave
but you didn’t know that
you knew this was happening because it was something close to you, but you had no idea what
he was heartbroken, lost, and had no idea where to go
you turned your head to the sound of a door slamming
seeing michael marching out of his house with no shoes on
you tried to get up from your seat, but the pain hit your chest again
what the fuck is happening?! you say aloud, nearly panicking
Toad's Cave 