Request: Going into work to bring them something they forgot. Requested by a lovely anon.
Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, false imprisonment, mention of murder, Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution.
You woke to find Michael gone. Rolling to his side of the bed, you ran a hand over the crisp linens and found they were still warm. He obviously hadn’t been gone very long, but you missed him anyway. You missed Michael terribly when he had to leave you. However, you knew he had a job to do and couldn’t always take care of you.
Some days he wasn’t able to go to work at all because of your nightmares, but he didn’t seem to mind. On those occasions, he allowed you to burrow down into the soft blankets next to him, finding comfort under one of his sturdy arms. Then he would pull you impossibly close so your cheek rested over his heart. Hushing you gently as he carded his fingers through your hair, you were lulled by his heartbeat and the pleasant warmth that radiated from his skin. He was the only person who had this calming effect over you.
Today you decided to pass the time by soaking in the bath. However, you didn’t get far before you noticed Michael’s wedding ring sitting atop the bathroom counter. You looked down at your own matching golden band and felt a pang of sadness. The familiar feeling of melancholy was setting in once again and you needed Michael’s reassurances. You turned off the hot tap and went to dress yourself as quickly as possible. The only thing you could think of to make your day better would be to visit him, with the excuse of returning his ring.
When you arrived at Shelby Co. Limited, Lizzie looked up at you surprised. It was rare to see you on company premises unless you were escorted by Michael. You gave her a shy smile before asking to see your husband. Hearing voices, Michael opened his office door and greeted you briefly before escorting you inside and closing the door.
You rushed to him and began peppering his face with kisses, finding it impossible to contain your excitement. His reaction was quite different. He grasped your shoulders, holding you away from him as he studied you. Then he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger as his voice lowered an octave. “Y/n, you know you’re not allowed to interrupt my work,” he scolded harshly. Your eyes immediately welled with tears, scared that you had displeased him.
Your hands began to shake nervously as you fished his ring from your purse and held it up to him. “I just came to bring you this. You forgot it…” you said forlornly. You hoped your explanation would save you from any punishment, but you couldn’t be certain. The only way to tell would be to look in his eyes and watch for the minute change in the color of his irises. It was like a small storm that overtook them, signaling an impending unleashing of his carefully controlled rage. It was usually contained so well no one knew it was lurking beneath the surface.
There were many things people didn’t know about your husband. For instance, no one in the family knew the real story of how you’d met or why you were such an obedient wife to him. There were days you struggled to comprehend the chain of events yourself.
You’d had an independent life once with a job and a flat in London, but that was in the past ever since the morning you arrived early for work and witnessed Michael kill your boss. He’d taken you away that day as you tried to scream for help and threatened your life if you didn’t comply. After that, you’d spent months locked in the house trying to find a way back home, but Michael was relentless. He told you every day that you would be his.
In time you’d forgotten what you were fighting against. Michael had become your whole world and you couldn’t help but get excited when you saw his handsome face. He was suddenly so kind to you, bringing flowers and small gifts. You began having long conversations and he confessed his ambitions for the future. By the time he asked you to marry him, you were eager to say yes. As you looked down at the band he was slipping onto his finger now, you gave Michael a weak smile and wondered if things hadn’t worked out for the best after all.
I have a thott, dark!Michael x supreme!y/n x dark!Mallory 👀
okay so I see mallory leaving the coven out of jealousy because she’s not considered the strongest and going to michael, they obviously start a relationship and are just teaming up to ruin the readers life. so fast forward and go to miss robichaux’s and instead of just straight up killing the witches they find the reader and force her to watch all of them die knowing she can’t bring them back. mallory taunts her the whole time saying things like “this is all your fault, you’re not a real supreme.” and she’s just being awful about it. michael decides not to kill her because he notices that despite everything they just did she doesn’t feel any sort of hatred just grief and pain. they end up keeping her against her will. she can’t go outside with out them, she can’t use magic unless they allow it and everything she does is monitored. for michael, she’s like a pet, he’ll show her love and affection half of the time but whenever she does something he dislikes, he’ll lose his shit and get violent but eventually calm down and be all soft again. mallory on the other hand is all about degrading her mostly out of jealousy but also because she does secretly have a soft spot for her, everything she does is to make sure she has the most power and dominance in the relationship. and tbh i’m a whore for that
Hot take: Dark!Jim is nothing more than young!michael when he tried to kill Constance
OMG I can TOTALLY see Michael going full dark!jim if he met someone at that point. He’s just been kicked out of the house, he’s alone and desperate and the Harmon’s have all given him the cold shoulder. There’s no one for him when he meets you and suddenly he can do this, the pain isn’t as bad when you’re around. You become a cure, a drug, a way for Michael to fight and he will never ever let you go.
Michael could be terrifying in his wrath, and Heaven knew his wrath. But this, this cold and quiet voice, and the fact that his presence made frost creep over the walls, just felt plain wrong. Whatever happened to him in the Cage, he wasn't himself. His fire was gone and replaced with ice, and he knew no mercy. Frozen statues stood around, people who were foolish enough to get in his way.
The rest of the angels covered in fear. They cried out when Michael hit one of the statues with a blast and it shattered.
"Four years" he hissed. "I'm gone for four years and this is what I have to return to? None of you helped me, I had to claw my way out! You damn cowards. You would follow anyone. You let Heaven be ruined, and you will pay. No more fake gods. No more treason. We will make sure of that."
Lucifer appeared beside him.
"He is no longer the enemy. Humanity is, and those who side with them. When we are done, there will be nothing but angels in this world. Loyal angels."
He smiled, and somehow that was worse than seeing him on a killing spree.
