the house was cozy and complete. there were still things you had to get used to, such as the shadows that seem to part whenever you moved. or the eyes that followed your every movement.
you didn’t want to think that michael was suspicious of you.
but you did.
and a small part of you felt unsettled and–dare you say–disappointed. still, that didn’t negate the promise you made to him.
i’ll always be by your side.
you saw michael with his leg stretched out on the dining room table. he was biting out of an apple, back leaned against the chair. his hair had grown just a bit, but in no way did it detract from his boyishness.
“good morning (name),” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
timidly, you waved at him, suddenly feeling bad for thinking those negative thoughts. “hey michael,” you responded. then, in an effort to lighten your situation, you added, “that apple looks evil, don’t choke on it.”
a quiet laugh slipped out of michael’s mouth as he placed the half-eaten apple on the tabletop. “not as evil as i am.” a smile played on his lips.
you had to remember that he wasn’t human nor was he a force of good. he had, and will always, be the dark, the corrupter, the antichrist.
“i think you are very nice, michael.”
“do you? i already told you, i’m the antichrist,” he said, quirking up a teasing eyebrow. with one finger, he beckoned you towards him. without any hesitation, you walked up to him. michael’s legs withdrew from the table as he slid back the seat.
immediately, you sat down on his lap. a dark blush tainted your cheeks and michael was quick to notice. he was pleased but you could see the mischief behind his stormy eyes.
“i, um, felt things,” you said, mind wandering again to the shadows and imaginary eyes. your fingers curled on the fabric of your jeans, before climbing their way up to michael’s shoulders.
his response was a hum.
“like…stuff, shadows, and eyes. are they yours?”
you noticed his eyes roaming over your front until trailing back onto your face. he was contemplating something, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but notice something hidden behind his gaze. the storm in them suddenly parted to a hurricane, a flurry of hidden ideas and thoughts.
you knew already that there were things he will never discuss with you.
“yes, those are mine. i just want to make sure you are safe,” michael replied, shrugging his shoulders. once again, his facade returned to nonchalance.
a frown etched itself in your wary face. michael’s hand found purchase upon your cheek, slowly caressing it. the gesture soothed you, but it didn’t quell your rapid heartbeats.
“i’m safer than ever in this home.”
“i know, but there are wolves out there, little sheep. wolves that will come and destroy what’s ours–what’s mine.” his smile turned wider and all of a sudden, you saw two teeth that were too sharp to be considered human.
a part of you wondered what would happen if you pricked your finger on them.
to be bitten by the antichrist, the destroyer, wouldn’t that be a dream?
“(name), are you listening?” michael’s voice echoed into your head, snapping you out of your fantasy. once again you noticed his fangsteeth first, their appearance highlighted in stark contrast to his pale lips.
“yes, michael, i am,” you replied, placing a hand on his.
this pleased michael enough for him to wear that familiar boyish satisfaction on his face.
I’ll write it if you request it, but my own personal headcanon on a cheating Michael or reader is that just wouldn’t happen. I see the reader being so in love and enamoured. If they know what they’re getting into then it’s doubtful they’ll stray. As for Michael? If he lets someone close enough to be in an intimate relationship with hi m, he’s all in.
He won’t hurt that person because he knows how it feels to be betrayed. He’s loyal to those who are honest and loyal to him. If he has their heart they have his. Respect, body, soul. Cody said that Michael can be manipulative to reactions, the situation, but essentially, he says Michael is pretty straight forward.
“Daddy, is Mama your best friend?” She asked, sitting on her dads stomach as he lay on bed. They whispered as Y/N lay beside them, fast asleep. She had snuck in, unable to sleep, and had been talking her father’s ear off as he tried to sleep. For a four year old, she asked a lot of questions.
“Yes, darling. Mama is my best friend,” he grumbled, rubbing his face in frustration.
She moved closer, patting both his cheeks with her tiny hands, “Daddy, can we get a snack?”
He shook his head, “It’s late, bug. If you wake Mama up she’s gonna be upset”
“Please, Daddy? Just one snack,” she looked at him, wide eyed with her mother’s eyes.
Michael sighed as he scooped her up in his arms as they walked to the kitchen. He sat her on the counter as he cut up strawberries and put them in a little bowl. She picked at them for a bit before reaching to be held once more. He held his daughter in one arm and her bowl of fruit in the other hand.
“Daddy, where do strawberries come from?” She asked, lifting one up to his mouth for him to eat. Michael sighed, shaking his head. It was going to be a long night.
Y/N had woken up that morning earlier than she had meant to. It was getting hot in their bedroom and she desperately needed some relief. She looked over at Michael, face squished against the pillow, laying on his belly over the sheets, peacefully unaware. He was only in his boxers but she couldn’t imagine how someone could sleep in this heat even in little clothing. She quietly slipped out of bed and padded across the room to knock the air conditioning up a bit. Unfortunately for Y/N, her body had decided that since she had gotten out of bed that meant any chance of more sleep was officially over.
She laid next to her lover, staring at the ceiling for longer than she could stand. She looked over at him many times contemplating waking him up. She wanted him to have his rest, his days were long. But she was also in desperate need of company and she knew if this was him, she would’ve been woken up the second he was.
Y/N lay on her side to face Michael, who had his back to her, and began tracing a line with her finger between the birthmarks on his back. She heard him release a sigh and for a moment she thought she had woken him. When he didn’t move, she continued before replacing her finger with her mouth. She moved from mark to mark, placing gentle kisses wherever she found them.
“What are you doing?” his voice was groggy with sleep and she could just make out his words that seemed to get lost against the pillow.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she said against his skin.
Michael turned to face her, eyes barely open, and pulled her close to his chest, “Go to sleep” he closed his eyes as he dragged his fingers up and down her spine. Her eyes fluttered at the comforting feeling but she knew sleep was not coming.
She tilted her head up to kiss the underside of his jaw, all she could reach from how close he held them together, “Bub, I can’t” she whispered after a few moments.
“You’re not trying,” he grumbled, taking his hand from her back to stroke her hair.
Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand in her hair and the warmth of his body. When she hadn’t spoken for a few minutes, Michael looked down at her, thinking he’d won.
Y/N looked into his blue eyes and smiled, “Can we get up now?”
Michael rolled his eyes, “What’s the point? Let’s stay in bed today. Nothing good is out there,” he grasped her thigh and pulled her leg so it was over his hip.
Reaching up, she threaded her hand through his unruly bedhead, “I can make us French toast, bub. Wouldn’t you like that?”
He smiled wide, boy-like in his excitement, “That would be amazing”
“Okay, I’ll go now. Gimme like ten minutes. I’ll bring it up here for us to eat,” she explained.
“Okay,” he said, closing his eyes but not releasing his grip on her.
Y/N giggled and managed to pull back a bit to kiss his lips, “Bub, let go. I can’t go if I can’t get up,”
“Oh right, right,” he held her tighter, holding a firmer grip on her leg that lay on his hip.
“Oh my god,” she gently ran her finger down the bridge of his nose, “be good. It’ll only take ten minutes”
His eyes flew open, narrowing at her words, “I am good. I just want you closer a little longer. Is that a crime?”
Y/N smiled, shaking her head slightly, “I’m gonna be even closer than this real soon, I can promise you that,” Michael laughed, “so let me go so we can have breakfast and get the energy you’re desperately going to need,”
“A little fucking minx, I have,” he laughed as he released her.
Y/N kissed him once before pulling herself from their bed. She squealed as he managed to swat at her ass as she got up. When she turned he had an innocent look on her face, shrugging the way any innocent boy would.
She went quickly to the kitchen and gathered everything she needed. He was obsessed with French toast for some reason or another and she knew she could entice him to start their day if he had it. After she had ensured they were cooked to his liking, she carried them up to their room on a tray.
“Okay, sit up,” she said, setting the tray on the side table.
She looked over at Michael who was still on his belly, head now facing the window and arm reaching out to her pillow. She let out a deep sigh. He was asleep. She had been gone for no more than twenty minutes. She supposed that that twenty minute silence was too tempting for him.
Gently and carefully, as not to disturb him, she crawled up from the end of the bed to take her spot next to him. She lifted his arm that lay against her pillow and slid under, letting his arm wrap around her. In his sleep, he pulled her closer. She stared at her beautiful boy for quite some time. The way his curls stuck out in different directions, the way his lips pouted when he slept, the rise and fall of his chest in a steady and calm rhythm. He was a man with an immense responsibility and she knew it drained him. She placed one gentle kiss to his lips before cuddling in closer and letting sleep take them both for just a little longer.
A/N: wow i finally made a blog. I’m gonna post fics about ahs on here. but i don’t know how often i’ll post but o well, we’ll see.
Summary: When Michael arrived at outpost 3, he surely didn’t think that he would meet you there again, but he did.
Warnings: maybe a little sad Michael? for the rest nothing
Pairing: Michael Langdon x grey!reader
Wordcount: 1,6 K
He was on top of the world. Everybody in the room looked at him with fear in their eyes, even Miss Venable who seemed unbreakable to everyone was too scared to even look him in the eyes. A new found confidence is glowing off him. A warm buzz spreads through his chest as a proud smile creeps into his lips.
That was until he spots you. The buzz was suddenly replaced with a dull feeling of pain, the smile dropping slightly. You were the only one who dared to look him in the eyes. The only one that dared to smile at him.
God, what that smile did to him. He expected you to jump up from your chair and run into his arms like you always did. But you didn’t. You didn’t move a muscle except for the ones in your face to flash him another one of those heartwarming smiles.
His fists clench together behind his back. Someone did something to you, or rather, to your memories. He already knows he did it. Nobody would do something to you except for Cordelia. She is the only person, except for Michael, that you would allow to come close enough to affect you.
“ I want to go first! “ Mr Gallant yells out. The whole room looks at him. Of course, he wants to go first, he’ll do anything if it meant that he could talk to a man, especially if they are as handsome as Michael is.
Michael nods, not being able to do anything else. He turned around and started walking towards his new office but not before signalling Mr Gallant to follow him. He looks at you with a smirk before following Michael like a hungry puppy following a butcher.
You don’t even react to him or to anyone in the room for that matter. Your eyes are focussed on Michael, following him until he has left the room. Something about him seems familiar. A weary cloud lays over his image in your head but one thing is all to clear in your mind. The look in his eyes when he saw you, it was like you were a friend that he thought was dead.
“ He wants to see you. “ Ms Mead says. She doesn’t need to tell you who wants to see you, you already know. Of course, you were the last one to be interviewed. All the greys were last. You are all happy to leave the bucket full of soapy water and brush behind on the ground. You push yourself off the ground and start to make your way to the office.
With shaky hands, you try to straighten out your clothes to look somewhat presentable. You don’t know why your so nervous but something about him makes your heart beat faster and makes excitement flows through your blood.
You knock softly on the door. It opens by itself. Slightly taken back by it, you enter the room, softly closing the door behind you. Michael has to try his best not to jump out of his chair as you enter the room. He points to the chair in front of him. You take the queue and sit down in it.
He leans forward on the desk, letting his elbows rest on the hard wooden surface as he studies your face. A confused gloss is cast over once twinkling eyes. Your always bright smile is cast on your face yet the fear and confusion in your eyes tell him that you aren’t feeling how others think you are.
You were never one to shower your true emotion, only showing happiness to please others and make them feel comforted. But right now, Michael isn’t the one that should be comforted, it’s you. Oh, how much he just wants to hold and cuddle with you on his bed while telling you it is all okay. But he can’t.
To the others, he said some words and threats about how he knows if they are lying but with you, he doesn’t want to do that. He wants you to like him, not fear him. He clears his throats and grabs your file, pretending to look at it.
“ You are at top health. And you have some good DNA, I suppose. “. He lays the file down on the desk with such force that it makes you jump slightly. “ But it says nothing about who you are. “.
“ Who I am? “ you ask. “ Isn’t my name at the top of the file, sir? “. Goosebumps arise from Michael’s skin as he finally hears your voice again. He has been here for nearly a week now, but your voice had remained unheard to him, until this moment. It sounds like music in his ears.
“ Have you ever loved someone? “ he asks, completely ignoring your comment. You shrug your shoulder. “ I don’t know. “. Michael stands up form his seat and slowly makes his way over you and then sits down in the seat next to you.
“ Have you ever loved someone so much that they take over every thought in your head? That the idea of being without them gives you physical pain? “. You look at him, dead in the eye. He can see the wheels turning in your head, trying to reach for something that isn’t there.
“ Well, there is this one boy, “ you say. “ He has blond hair. I can never see his face when I think of him or remember his name. But I-I get this feeling of warmth in my chest when I think of him. “.
In his head, Michael is jumping up and down, dancing on the desk as he sings a victory song, but his body remains still. You remember him. You actually have a memory of him still left. Something that you can grasp onto, something that can help him get your memories back.
“ Why can’t you remember him? “ he asks as he leans back in the chair, trying to look uninterested. “ Well, I have this accident a couple months before the bombs dropped. Got a bad concussion. My mom said that I might have got some memory loss from that. “.
Of course, Cordelia would have wiped your memories. She couldn’t have just left you to die during the apocalypse. Michael wanted to murder her, hurt her in a way that she’ll be begging to die. She will pay for taking away one of the only people in his life that he trusts.
“ Do you think it’s unfair that you are a grey? “ he asks. In his eyes, it couldn’t be more unfair. You deserve to hang around and not have to worry about making dinner or cleaning the bedroom floor. You shouldn’t have to scrub every nook and cranny of the house until your hands start to blister.
“ No, “ you answer. “ It brings me some relief actually. I can just clean everything and have so time to be alone with my mind. And I’ve always enjoyed taking care of others, even if that includes spending my days on my knees scrubbing the floors. “.
This didn’t surprise Michael. You always cleaned his room when you came over and you made sure to take some freshly baked goods with you, enough for the whole school.
“ So you haven’t ever thought about pushing one of those purples down on the ground and make them clean for you? “. He made sure to spit out the word “purples” like it was venom in his mouth. You shake your head with a bright smile.
“ Never, sir. “. Michael scoots a little closer to you. “ Please, call me Michael. “. He lets his hand drop on your arm and starts to rub circles against your soft skin, a habit that he never got rid off. You expected yourself to jerk away from his touch, but instead, you melted right into it.
He wants to say something, but a loud knock on the door interrupts him. Miss Mead’s head pops out from behind it. “ Finish up your interview. Dinner is about to be served. “. And as soon as she came, she left.
Michael looks back at you again. “ I want you here first thing in the morning. I want to continue this. “. You nod as you stand up. You don’t know if you should give him a hand or just leave. Before you can do anything, he pulls you in for a hug. You never expected him to just hug people that he met five minutes ago but if it’s what he wanted then you wouldn’t want to disobey that.
He inhales your scent, still the same fresh yet sweet as ever. You wrap your arms around him for a quick second before releasing him again. The left corner of his mouth has slowly crept up. This is the first time that you have actually seen him smile, and god, do you want him to do it again.
You quickly make your way over to the door. You turn around to find him staring at you. “ Aren’t you coming for dinner? “. Michael shakes his head as he sits down behind his desk again. “ I’m not hungry. “. You shoot him another smile as you pull the door open. “ Well, see you tomorrow, Michael. “.
He waves briefly at you before you close the door behind you. The way you said his name bounces around in his mind. He wishes he could record it and play it on repeat. Over and over and over and over, until he would go insane form the repeating sound. But even then, he would probably keep playing it.
– He wants to experiment, try everything that takes the human body higher. (Afterall, he has a human body himself.)
– Public teasing automatically becomes a kink for him.
– Major praise kink fan. It gets him off like nothing else, having someone tell him how good he’s doing, making them feel.
– He wants to mix magic and sex and see what he can come up with.
– Always pushing the envelope.
– He likes teasing.
– He loves it rough and sometimes that is all he wants.
– He’s spent too long out of control, trying to find his way, so he is not willing to give up dominance. He needs his partner’s submission.
– If there’s blood, he loses his mind.
– There has to be marks to remind his partner who they belong to, who is and always will be unforgettable to them, no matter who else they are with.
– He likes a challenge, so playing hard to get, is delicious to him.
– He has to know, learn everything about this sexual human nature. It’s a custom for all species. He might need to use it one day. It seems to be pretty powerful.
– Gets off on learning.
(I will add more kinks if I think of them, but I think that covers it)
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