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Mom: So honey, what do you want for christmas this year??
Me: cody fern
Mom:
High definition picture of Cody.
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It was there
Pairing: Michael Langdon x Reader
Words: 763
Summary: Michael’s death
Warnings: mention of main character’s death & pure sadness
A/N - Since I watched a very sad, sad edit of Michael: I had no choice but to write… I apologise in advanced.
Also, just some brief background history, Y/N & Michael were friends before the incident. Before Mallory’s time travel, Michael was suppose to seek out Y/N to console with her & find some support & LOVE (like he was meant to). Under these “new” circumstances, he was killed in the process.
Your entire world had changed. You felt your mind leave your body, and you could no longer feel.
A single tear fell from your eye, streaking past your cheek and onto your lap, as your breath hitched against your throat.
The pain in the pit of your stomach grew, and you hated every bit of it: it didn’t feel right, it felt that this moment just wasn’t meant to happen, yet it did. How could instinct defy reality?
“Michael,” you whispered.
Your eyes remained solely on his bloodied body laid agonisingly across the street, tearing your fixation onto the sight of the Rover colliding with his body. Him plummeting to the ground, clothes torn drenched in raw blood, as the car reversed once more, rolling atop of his defenceless body.
The final collision tore you beyond repair.
His legs broken, couldn’t even lift a finger, as his chest was heaving deeply: desperately begging for air.
Constance came.
Thank God, you thought.
She crouched down, lifting her grandson ever so gently: you couldn’t decipher the words being exchanged, your eyes were completely swelled with tears.
And that’s when you saw her leave.
Shoving Michael’s weak body back onto the hard, rough pavement. The heaving in his chest slowly lessening by the second.
Hopelessly awaiting for the sounds of a siren, lingering a little longer by the window, waiting for an emergency vehicle to close into view.
Hopelessly awaiting for the help, that you felt would never come.
And so you ran.
You ran instantly out of your room, down the stairs, past your parents whom you couldn’t even spare a second to tell of what you’d just witnessed.
You just bolted.
Barefoot, you ran down the wooden stairs of your porch, your pounding heart in rhythm to your light steps past your yard, onto the street.
You halted immediately in your tracks, as you’d remembered the Rover, the arrogance of the driver and their unforgiving, merciless act. Your head snapped to the left. Faintly in the reflection of the side mirror you saw a young, brunette woman in the car, a few years older than yourself, before she recklessly continued to drive off, disappearing as she turned the street, out of sight and out of mind.
Instinctively, you tore your attention away from the empty roads ahead and back unto Michael.
Walking over to him, you saw his head slightly turn, wincing in pain as he did.
“Y/N.”
His broken voice instantly triggered the streams of tears to drench past your cheeks.
In the distance, you could hear your mother’s sad cry, your father’s gasp and the silence of your younger siblings.
“Somebody call for the ambulance! Call for emergency!” You yelled back, as you gently tried to pull Michael into your lap.
“Call!” You demanded as the frustration practically oozed from the hoarse tone in your voice.
Michael couldn’t die, not like this, not in your lap, against the dirt of the empty road.
“N-No,” He stuttered, his hand with all his might reaching up to turn your attention away from your parents to him.
“It-It’s too late… L-Let me go.”
“I can’t,” You cried, practically now sobbing, as one hand supported Michael whilst the other tried to put pressure against his open, gushing wounds.
“L-Live f-for me” He breathlessly heaved, his bloody fingers stroking your face, leaving a trail of his innocent blood across your wet cheek.
“I-I…L-love…you.”
His final breath expelled on you.
His body lump and lifeless, as you tried desperately to shake him awake.
Those mesmerising, comforting blue eyes, the same ones you’d first seen when you’d first met.
He’d come over with Constance, welcoming your family and yourself to the neighbourhood. It was there you felt a sense of reassurance, that had instantly ignited something within you, looking into those mesmerising blue eyes.
No one could have ever made you feel the same way, like Michael did: it was indescribable, and yet now it pained you to know the feeling was gone now.
It was that evening that Michael Langdon died.
Killed from the villainous acts committed by a complete stranger, an unspeakable woman.
It was there that Michael was left to die: his grandmother harshly shoving his helpless body back unto the pavement as she returned to home, to her usual way of things.
It was there that Michael had died: in your arms under your agonising cries, begging for someone to listen to your screams of help.
It was there that Michael Langdon died: knowing that he loved you, as you had loved him.
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dying in the arms of your love
what a tragic ending.
reading a fic in 4am about saving the crappy ending of ahs season 8 aka saving michael bc he deserves BETTER?!
Periodicity (Michael Langdon x Reader)
Word Count: 3,700
Pairing: Michael Langdon x Reader
Summary: When Mallory is fading from her stab wound in Outpost 3, you agree to return to the past with her. But when Mallory veers towards further death and violence, you rebel against your future Supreme in hopes of breaking what could become a horrifying cycle.
Request: Hey could you do a Michael Langdon imagine where the reader is a very powerful witch and goes back in time with Mallory but she kills Mallory and ends up saving Micahel? (A/N - I loved the idea so much I just ended up writing a story!)
Warnings: Violence, major character death, graphic depictions of injured bodies, sexual implications. (But there’s also some fun fluff at the end)
Subterranean musk and sinking cold glided from your arms to nose, settling you into the underground terrain. Fire bounced against the walls, wavering on the sconces from an unseen ventilation source. The victorian-era brick moved in waves with the ever-changing light.
A dozen tears mutilated the wispy fabric of your dress. You admired at the stains of blood so black it mimicked your ruined cloak. Everything from your dress to the divets on your fingers were stained. Replacing the blood on your face, you wiped away the first layer in a futile attempt at soothing yourself. Scowling, you rubbed your cracking hands together. Living ten feet under during the grueling months of nuclear winter wreaked misery on your skin.
A scream ricocheted off the walls followed by the chilly voice of Michael getting ever closer.
“We can’t kill him,” You sank to your knees beside Mallory. Blood caked her lips like a deranged smile cut through human skin. Cupping her cheeks, you wiped the blood from her jaw, willing her to stay awake. Eyes fluttering, Mallory shuttered. Her dress floated up to the surface with her shaking, ethereal in its movements. The bath ingested her blood, swirling like diluted paint filling the oversized basin. It was so large, you could submerge Mallory in darkness with a single shove. “I’m not sure death ends this nightmare.”
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This is beautiful
Don't say it
my brain:
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me: this is what he deserves to be loVE fuck y'all for hurting soft emo baby boy antichrist aka Michael Langdon
Imagine being a witch and showing Michael around the school when he first shows up. As he gets to know you, he falls for you.
Prompt courtesy of @obscure-imagines Thank you!
Michael X Reader
As a witch, walking into the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men never failed to give you a rush of power. Witches and Warlocks were constantly sniping at one another over who was more powerful (witches obviously), but you were one who never partook in the petty arguments. As a result, you were on good footing with the warlocks.
Taking off your cloak, you hang it up on a hook before skipping towards the Welcoming Room. The heels of your shoes click loudly against the flooring and you grin toothily as you happen upon the Grand Chancellor and his newest recruit who’s standing upon a raised platform with his hair perfectly gelled and his academy uniform impeccable.
Grabbing the material of your dress down by your lower thighs, your flare out your skirt as you mockingly curtsy and bow your head in respect. “Grand Chancellor Augustus.”
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I think we can all agree we need another part of this
Everyone admire little baby Cody
Am I the only one who feels sorry for Michael?, when he is internally like a 5-year-old boy and everyone tries to avoid him because they feel he is an evil being?
I want hug him soooooo tight
I’m reading so many bad comments about the ending, so i offer you a alternative ending, i have the idea and everything, obviously in this one Michael lives. What you say?
PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF MY ANTICHRIST EMO BOI DO IT AND TAG ME
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— MY POOR BABY…
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Exhaustion kills art.
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“I want a world without the hypocrisy with the kinds of people who wouldn’t just eat fruit from the forbidden tree, but who’d cut the fucking tree down and burn it for firewood.”
Michael Langdon
what a intellectual