#hawthorne michael

[enchantedruin]

"you are what we could call the alpha"

[badboyzbingobrunch]

Gorgeous (part 1) 18+

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

****************************************************** “Alright, Ladies. Load up on the buses” Ms. Myrtle was instructing all of the students of Robichaux’s to our respective buses. The boys school had agreed to host us out of a good faith arrangement while one of their own would be performing the 7 wonders. A male completing the 7 wonders would be a sight to behold. There has never been a warlock in history who could complete 4 of the 7 wonders let alone all of them.

It was an excruciating bus ride from Louisiana to California but, after our arrival, we were greeted by every boy attending Hawthorne’s. I looked around to each of their faces. Any one of these boys could be him. It was actually pretty exciting to experience history in the making. Robichaux students were grouped into 3s and escorted to our rooms for the next two weeks. I was grouped with Amber and Elena. I was pretty new to the academy, so anyone else was grouped with would be a stranger. They seemed nice though. Each room had a large bathroom with a tub and shower. Eager to wash the bus off, my roommates and I piled into the bathroom and began washing up. “Do you think he’s cute?” Amber was washing her ginger hair in the sink as she asked Elena who was fully submerged in the tub. Elena shrugged. “A lot of them are cute.” I was in the shower letting the hot water cure the ache in my tired bones. Personally more interested in how powerful this “wonder boy” was than if he were cute. We were asked to wear the feminine version of Hawthorne’s school uniform which was a complex uniform consisting of a button up shirt, satin vest, tie, blazer, knee length skirt, stockings and Mary Janes in all black except for the long sleeve button up shirt which was white. We were expected to wear this uniform every day during our attendance here. Were we expected to participate in lessons? I suddenly felt nervous about this venture. What if I embarrassed myself in front of these strangers? My nerves kept sleep at bay. Looking at the clock it was 5 am, and I heaved a defeated sigh before putting on the uniform and pulling my hair into a neat style. Maybe the library would be a good place to practice my spells before breakfast. The entire school was silent, as everyone slept peacefully. The underground school was a true work of art, looking much more suited for a museum instead of a school. As I approached the library I could hear faint cursing from the other side of the door. I reached for the door knob just as a tall blonde boy ran out and slammed against me. The force was so intense that I fell back hard onto my bottom. He stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground and sneered in my direction. “Watch where you are going.” He spoke calmly with a cold indifference as he rolled his eyes and took elegant strides away from me. “You ran into me, jerk!” I called after him in vain as he disappeared down the hallway. Such a punk! It doesn’t matter how neatly groomed he may be. He is still a thug. A dark haired boy equally well groomed exited the library next and extended a hand to help me up. “William Banks. It’s a pleasure to meet such a lovely witch so early in the morning.” I accepted his hand with a grateful smile. “(Y/n) (L/n). It’s a pleasure to be met by a gentleman after a run in with a thug. What was his problem anyway?” William shrugged. “Something about his dad not answering him. He must be dead or something because he keeps casting summoning circles. Langdon is a weird guy, but way powerful.” My heart ached at the thought of the boy desperately trying to contact his dead father, and suddenly his rudeness was easily forgivable. “Thank you for your kindness. I’ll see you around?” William nodded eagerly. “Absolutely you will.”

Michael POV:

I just can’t understand why he isn’t answering me? Am I supposed to complete the 7 wonders on my own? Am I supposed to be proving myself to him? “Mr. Langdon! Perhaps you misunderstood the rule that ALL students were to be in attendance of their respective classes at 7 sharp. Maybe you thought you didn’t need to learn more from us now that you are our resident GOLDENCHILD, but I assure you that you do.” Mr. Chablis stood over the couch that I was resting my eyes on. I stood as respectfully as I could as I looked down at his smaller frame. “Forgive me, sir. I was up all night practicing for my performance of the 7 wonders. I rested my eyes for only a moment, but time got away from me.” I gave a small apologetic smile hoping to successfully charm him into staying out of my business. “Right! Well drink this, it’ll put some PEP back into your step.” He handed me a black mug filled with a camel colored liquid. I scrunched my nose as I tried to decipher what he was giving me. “What is it?” “Coffee!” Mr. Chablis then preceded to laugh at his own joke. A joke I was obviously not privy to because I was unaware of what was supposed to be funny about giving a boy a cup of coffee? Was I the joke. Was my reaction what was funny to him? I shook the thoughts from my head and brought the warm porcelain to my lips. The liquid burned my tongue and esophagus. But I only focused on the flavor. My mouth would heal in about a 3 seconds, but I liked the creamy flavor of this drink. It was a curious blend of bitter and sweet. Mr. Chablis was right. It did put some “pep” in my step. My first class was transfiguration which was Mr. Chablis‘ class. Obviously he is the only instructor who cares if I am late. I arrived in the middle of the girl’s academy instructor teaching how to change the color of roses. “Thank you, for joining us. Just take a flower and sit anywhere. We haven’t started yet, so you are just in time.” Mr. Chablis extended a bucket filled with white roses towards me. I took one with a nod of appreciation to my instructor. The girl who got in my way last night was sitting in a corner all alone. Why was she outside the library so early anyway? The witches came all this way just to see me perform the 7 wonders. Maybe she came to see me. I may as well have a little fun with them while they are here for me, right? I strutted towards her and sat on the floor of the library. My knee gently grazed her thigh as I sat. I expected some sort of reaction of excitement, but she only gave me a small nod acknowledging my presence before turning her attention towards her instructor. Playing hard to get huh? That’s okay, I like cat and mouse. I redirected my attention to the instructor who was twirling her own white rose in her hand. “Today we are going to be changing the color of these roses. It can be any color you like but it must be one solid color. Do not focus too hard on the change or it may change many times, and do not focus to little or the rose will not change at all. Roses are stubborn like that.” She examined her rose and continued. “Try to imagine the rose shifting in your mind and encourage the rose to change.” She extended the rose for everyone to see and smiled as it shifted from white to a deep red. “Now you try.” The girl beside you focused deeply on her rose. Quicker than anyone else’s it shifted to a warm yellow. I looked at the white rose in my hand. It was the color of innocence and purity. I imagined it becoming tainted with my energy. The petals turned to a deep red before shifting quickly to black before the petals fell and turned to ash as they hit the ground. There were several cheers from my schoolmates who were struggling to change the color of their own roses. “Ms. Benson, He didn’t follow instructions.” It was a girl’s voice from beside me. I leaned in to whisper into her ear playfully. “Tattle tale.” Her ears and cheeks began turning red from my small action. Cute. The instructor came towards us and smiled softly.

“No, you did the task right. You only put too much into it. Remember that the flower is stubborn but also precious. Think about something precious to you, something that you wouldn’t want to hurt with your magic and try again.” 

            She handed me a new rose and just like before it turned deep red, then black, then the petals fell and turned to ash when they hit the floor. I cracked my neck in frustration and tried again with the same result. Why couldn’t I do this? My vision began to blur and I felt the familiar drip of blood from my nose. I was wasting too much energy on this. Suddenly, the rose in my hand burst into flames resulting in shocked gasps from the others in the room. Not beside me though, I felt a friendly hand soothing the tension on my shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t have anything to prove.” That’s where she is wrong. I was fading into my subconscious, but her one stupid fucking comment grounded me into reality. I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled her up so that she was eye level with me. “You don’t fucking know me.” In one swift motion I released her and stood. I then wiped my nose on my jacket sleeve and left the library.

******************************************************

        I adjusted my uniform as he left. “Damn…Wonder boy is touchy.” One of the girls from Robichaux’s spoke. Her name is Coco. I didn’t know her personally but when we took lessons together she seemed nice. “Are you okay, (y/n)? That was a real dick move.” I nodded as Coco tried to comfort me. I felt overwhelmed and dizzy. Suddenly my vision began to blur and I fell to the floor. The last thing I saw was Ms. Benson’s face as she cleared space for me to breathe. 

        I woke up in a small infirmary with Ms. Benson placing a cold wet rag onto my forehead. She gasped and called the attention to someone else in the room. “Cordelia! She’s awake.” The face of my supreme came into view and she elegantly took a seat at the foot of my recovery bed. “Are you alright, (y/n)?” I nodded slowly as I sat up in the bed. my muscles ached as I moved. I must have been laying in one spot for a long time. “I need you to be very honest with me. Did Michael do this to you?” Her voice was grave. I enthusiastically shook my head. “No! I just fainted. He yelled at me, but he didn’t do anything. I didn’t sleep last night and I’ve been practicing so much. I think I am just exhausted and fainted..” Cordelia nodded in understanding and began petting my head in a motherly display of affection. “Why do you ask? Is he in trouble?” Cordelia and Ms Benson looked to each other silently before Ms benson answered. “He has been banned from performing the 7 wonders because of what we thought he did to you.” I sprung up so quickly that my head flooded and fell back onto the pillow. “You have to tell him he can perform them again! How long have I been asleep?” Ms. Benson patted my forehead with the cold rag and nodded. “You have only been asleep a couple of days. It was a temporary ban until you woke to tell us what happened.” 

        I rose slowly this time. “I have to tell him I’m sorry…” Cordelia and Ms. Benson helped me up. “Would you rather one of us did it?” Cordelia offered gently. I shook my head now able to stand on my own two feet. I need to know where he is.-“ “- I can show you to his room.” William Banks was standing in the doorway.  With a small bouquet of yellow roses in his hand.

[anna1306]

5/13

Sickness

Michael Langdon x Reader

Just another step and that would be it. You just needed to stay strong for a little longer. She betrayed you, now you knew so much. And as much as you wanted to cry, you couldn't just do that. If you are gonna cry, you would lose every strength in you that you had in getting to him. To Michael.

You met normally. If you can call these circumstances normal. Him trying to be the first male Supreme, you following your Supreme on the trip to see the Wonder Boy. You didn't like him at first. He reminded you too much of Madison Overconfident, beautiful, used to not hearing 'no' as an answer. And as much as you loved her, you hated her. This went for Michael as well.

You didn't know why he took a liking to you. You were normal, ordinary witch. Zoe was more beneficial for him, as she was close to Cordelia, and he was trying to get the Supreme to like him. Madison was beautiful... But he pestered you, every morning showing up to your room with his ideal 'good morning'. With his golden locks and blue eyes of an angel. You knew too much of a deceiving image, so you didn't believe it. Only a bit.

That bit lead you to spending your breakfast not with your coven now, but with him. Talking about how he managed to grow up in using his magic and learn about it so fast. He always told you he was just Boy Wonder who wanted to change the magic society, while you called him show-off.

He was interested in your abilities. As he claimed, he had never seen anyone like you. Witches could move objects and create a lot of things, they were powerful in a variety of spells. You weren't the strongest in practical magic, yet you could see. Whether it was by the tarot readings or just visions or dreams, you could see. Even in day-to-day life your sensitivity was higher than normal.

"Why are you always looking behind me when we talk?" Michael squinted a bit, looking at you curiously. You both were sitting in a library, you - getting acquainted with the books here in Hawthorne, he - keeping you company.

"You know why I don't think you are Wonder Boy?" You asked instead, flipping the pages of some book on rituals. They were different than the ones in your Academy and that was a lot more interesting for you than any fight for power warlocks and witches were going through. "Wonder Boys don't have dark demonic aura around them and a shadow of something powerful and dark behind their back that hides and makes it hard to find it." You looked at him. Michael didn't change his pose or expression. Only his eyes became more wary, and if you weren't looking at him attentively - you wouldn't see it.

"You know a lot of Wonder boys?" He sounded nonchalantly, but you knew better than this. Langdon could appear mysterious and hot, like Madison thought he was. But after some talk he was as simple to read as the book before you. And you knew what he meant behind those words, not just simple question, oh no.

"If you want me to tell you that you are unique - I won't do that." You scoffed and closed the book, taking the one from him as well. Michael immediately eased up and smiled. It was almost strange how he always caught the wind of your mood and could understand you without words.

You should have told Cordelia about your discovery. You should have warned the others that this boy wasn't just powerful warlock, but something much more scary. But you didn't. He didn't do anything and wasn't showing any signs of going to do something dangerous. So you just... Put your trust in him and continued to discuss magic with him or giving him some music to listen.

Your first kiss was like your friendship. Sudden and quick. He asked you to show him one spell that wasn't taught in the Hawthorne. It was simple, yet tricky. You were sitting in you temporary room, too close to each other, candles around you, as you quietly and calmly explained the order of actions for the spell. And you just were pulled to each other at the moment.

Confident in normal life and magic, Michael was strangely romantic and unsure in his private life. Flowers - yes. Kisses - hell, yes, they were hot. But he wasn't exactly brave to go down straight to business. Maybe that was why he didn't choose Madison from the start... You didn't mind. You could wait just fine.

"If anything is to happen..." He started, cuddling with you on his bed. You smacked his shoulder.

"There is nothing that can happen! You are stronger than some of the witches I know. You will pass some of these tests quick."

"And some don't, the witch, who refused to pass the 7 Wonders along with me." He remembered, and you sighed. Cordelua tried to put you against him, making it a competition, but you were too realistic for that, you weren't gonna win this. "I will do just fine. But if anything..." He gave you a little paper, that you took without any questions, knowing better than that. "The only person I care about besides you lives there. Warn her for me, alright?"

"You gonna do just fine." You said to him, knowing fully well that wonders were too hard and only real Supreme could handle them. He smiled and kissed you on the forehead.

"Finally you believe in my strengths... I know I'll do fine. But you can never be too careful." He quietly said, hugging you tighter. You giggled and coughed a bit. "You have been coughing for several days already. You sure you are alright?"

"Just a flu, geez." You rolled your eyes, both amused and pleased that he was worried for you.

And here you were, slowly walking on the streets, clutching your sides. You learned this address by heart, burning the paper right after that. Your coven was too wary of Michael, so you didn't trust them with giving you enough personal space considering you both were close. For now couple of words and a number of the house was your only hope for the salvation.

"What do you mean a spell?" Your health, that was progressively growing worse, finally got you to ask Cordelia for help. But what you got in return was more shocking.

"I mean a spell." Cordelia sighed. "Y/N, we care too much for you. You are our sister. And you protect the ones you care about. Michael is no good. I know you, of all people, can see that. He may have blinded you with words of love, kind smile, beautiful looks. But all of this - is a lie."

"What did you do?" You were too tensed up for her lecture, but tried to stay calm. She smiled sympathetically and stepped closer to you, but you backed away.

"I did what I have to do. From the moment I put a spell on you - every time you visit him, think of him, talk to him - you are gonna get more and more sick. If you are not gonna stop yourself from your relationship with him, I will do it for you."

"You swore to protect me!" You almost screamed, but another fit of hard cough shook your body and you bent over. Cordelia tried to pull you into the hug, but you pushed her away. "Don't touch me! You betrayed me, you are trying to kill me!"

"I am trying to help you!" Cordelia answered as determined as you were. "Michael is the one poisoning you. I am just trying to help you get rid of your thoughts about him."

"You better kill me." She knew you wouldn't step down from your opinion. You were too stubborn and after trying a taste of freedom, you weren't going to obey her blindly.

"Then I am going to mourn you after all is done" The witch answered, her voice was cold, even if it was forced. She didn't want to lose you, you knew her pain, you could feel it. But her stupid opinion on that and her decision were more important than you or anything you had to say.

As soon as you found out the truth, you went out. At first you were just walking around, but with every thought of the situation and wondering about what should you do next, you felt more pain in your chest. It was unfair. Madison made a lot of bad things, but she was one of the favourites. Zoe could have her zombie-friend. And you fell for the boy who could open up new horizons for the magic world and you got shamed. Was that scare of losing her place? No, Cordelia wasn't childish. But that was too extreme to call logical decision.

You refused to believe Michael could do something bad. He had darkness in himself, more than in anyone you ever saw. But it was hardly the reason for the hate towards him. The possibility of him doing something terrible was only rising because of some bullying, distrust from the witches, lies and pain. But not because of the witch near him.

You stumbled, too lost in your thoughts, and fell to the ground, nearly stopping yourself with hands. You shut your eyes closed and coughed. It was strong, stronger than you. At this point you weren't sure if that wasn't the curse. When the coughing fit ended, you noticed blood on the pavement. Shit, it really got stronger.

But you were close now you could see the house. There was no point in going back. What for? To die amongst the coven that doomed you? No, you had to get to him. You had to tell him the truth. You could just give in to that, but maybe... Maybe he could do his wonders... Slowly you raised to your feet again and went forward.

The last steps to the porch of the house Michael told you about were the hardest ones. You slowly stumbled to the door and pounded as hard as you could, at the same moment leaning tiredly on the wall. There were hushed steps (or was it your imagination?) and some muttering about late guests (that you were sure you heard). Some middle-aged, but still good-looking woman opened the door and critically looked you up and down.

"I don't have money or meds." She almost closed the door, but you put your hand on it, trying to stop it.

"No, wait... I am... Michael. Is he here?" You groaned, feeling weaker after only saying his name. "I am Y/N, he... Told me about this place and... I need... His help... Please..." Frown on her face was the last thing you saw before the world faded to darkness.

***

"No, I have it under control." His voice sounded muffled, like it was coming from underwater. Or was it you who were underwater? Your head was throbbing with pain, making it hard to understand what really was going on.

"I just want to be sure that you know what you are doing, Michael. The goal is too important for you to risk it all for some girl." This woman's voice sounded for you not so painful. But it still was muffled. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. Your vision was blurred and as soon as you opened your mouth, you coughed again. So hard, that it hurt your chest and stomach, making you hunch from the pain. Immediately there was a cold palm on your forehead and shoulder.

"Y/N? It's me, Michael. Can you hear me?" He helped you turn on the side, so it would be easier for you to let all the cough out. You tasted the metal in your mouth and cursed quietly.

"Yes... I can. Are you alright?"

"You can't stop amaze me, witch. You are the one that want to spit your lungs on my carpet and yet you ask me if I am alright?" He sounded worried, but you smiled weakly at poor joke, looking at his almost light form.

"It's Cordelia, so I don't know if you are touched by it or not." You could sense his confusion.

"What?"

"I'm sick... Because of her. She put some spell on me to get me progressively... More sick and hurt. The more I think or talk or... Touch you, the more..."

"Quicker you are dying." He ended in a shocked whisper. "And she dares to say she is a caring Supreme... Bitch." Michael spat out and even in your state you could see his aura getting darker.

"I just... Wanted to see you. Before, you know..." You grabbed his arm, clutching it. Michael leaned closer to you, kissing your temple.

"No, you won't die. I won't let you." He said sternly, almost confident in his words. You scoffed and coughed immediately after that. Michael tightened his grasp on your arm to the point it hurt. "I will bring you back if anything, you know I can!"

"Soul will be sick and broken too..." You answered quietly. Every second of you being near him made you weaker, but you weren't gonna tell him to let you go.

"I know my ways. Trust me. You are always gonna be beside me. And they are gonna pay for what they've done." Michael promised. You almost didn't see him, vision was too foggy. But you sensed his cold hand over your heart, as you fell into another dark sleep, and some darkness and lightness engulfed you.

[writing--whore]

Kinktober - Cockwarming

Pairing: Michael x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: voyeurism, public, d/s, spanking

“Come on, Y/N, we don’t have all day.” Michael jeered.

***

You’d been with Miss Robichaux's Academy for only several months now and already you were excelling beyond most of the other girls. That’s why Cordelia had chosen to take you along with her when she’d visited the Hawthorne School. And that’s where you’d met Michael.

Instantly, he sensed how powerful you were and he knew he needed to get closer to you. He would never admit it outright but he was awe struck by your potential and so, in his own assholeish way, he took it upon himself to train you.

That’s how you found yourself on the lawn outside of the Academy, with your skirt gathered around your waist and Michael’s cock buried deep inside of you.

“If I haven’t been able to figure out transmutation, I don’t see how this is supposed to help.” You complained, voice rising louder than you’d expected it to.

“If you’re going to rule by my side, you have to prove your strength to me.”

All thoughts ceased. Rule by his side? He couldn’t be serious. With his constant mask of apathy, you weren’t even sure to what extent he liked you. To think that he wanted a future with you… Your heart started to flutter.

“Focus.” He chastised, grabbing your waist and pulling you down further onto his dick.

You let out a small yelp.

For as annoying as he was, he was also right, you did need to focus. Your coven had left on a trip and you’d stayed behind, feigning illness. But they would be back any minute now.

You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the cock inside of you. Transmutation, transmutation, you repeated in your head as if that would get the spell to work.

Michael interrupted your thoughts, “You’d better hurry up. I’m sure they’re not too far away now.”

“You’re not helping!”

Your eyes shot open to deliver him a glare.

From the smirk on his face, you could tell his interruption was no accident. He was making an impossible task even more impossible.

You had absolutely no idea how this man was always able to keep his composure. Even now, with you wrapped around his dick, and with the danger of your coven approaching, he was still able to look so smug - completely unphased.

“You’re insufferable.” You asserted, which only made his smirk widen.

You tried to calm your frustrations with a steady breath and then you closed your eyes once again. Transmutation. Michael had told you to picture the details of the place you wanted to transport yourself to. You pictured your bedroom, you’d be safe from prying eyes there.

“Oh I can’t wait to see the look on Cordelia’s face when she sees her enemies cock buried deep in her favourite little witch.”

You didn’t respond to him this time. You didn’t have time for it, you needed to tune him out. But your body had other ideas. At the thought of being exposed, your hips rocked against his dick of their own accord.

Michael slapped your ass roughly.

He scolded, “No moving, remember.”

You groaned with frustration. It was too much. His dick buried deep inside you was too distracting, especially with the rule that you weren’t allowed to move. And that was on top of the fact he kept interrupting you. You were never going to do it on time. Your coven were going to catch you.

“Michael, please.” You begged him to let you stop.

“You are doing this.”

He kept his grip firmly around your waist, holding you in place on his dick, making it evident that he wasn’t going to let you leave. You hated him so much.

Yet anotherdeep breath and you closed your eyes. You pictured the items on your desk and the scuffs on the walls.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Your body was responding without you being present. Your vagina was so wet and desperate for stimulation. And the desire to rock your hips was intense. You clenched around him involuntarily and then groaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

No, you needed to focus. You tried to remember what it felt like to be in your room. How comfortable it made you feel.

His fingers caressed your waist in small circles. More heat pooled between your legs and you found your hips bucking again.

Another slap to your ass. It only served to turn you on more.

You tried to get back into the zone but your heart wouldn’t stop racing; they would be here any second now.

You had to do this. Michael wasn’t going to let you go. You had to figure this out.

He started rotating his hips in circular motions ever so slightly. You thought you might start shaking soon at the exertion of having to stay still.

Biting your lip to suppress a whine, you thought of your bedroom. You thought of the many times Michael had snuck in, and the times he had fucked you in your bed. You remembered how the smell of him lingered for days after he’d left and how you would masturbate afterwards, clutching the sheets to your face so you could breathe him in when you came.

“Y/N.”

You frowned, trying to block him out as you continued your attempt at the spell.

“Y/N.” He called your name louder.

“What?” You snapped.

You opened your eyes to see that the two of you were now nestled in your bed.

A smile beamed across your face.

“I did it!” You yelled.

The sound of an engine approached and you peered out the window to see Cordelia’s car park up on the driveway.

You’d managed to pull it off just in the nick of time. You’d actually figured out the spell despite all of Michael’s distractions. There weren’t many spells left to learn and then maybe you’d even be a contender for the Seven Wonders.

Michael’s smirk turned devilish. “I think congratulations are in order.”

He flipped you both over so he was pinning you down to the bed. With no warning, he started to violently fuck you. Pleasure hit you so hard and fast that you weren’t able to stop the groan that spewed from your lips. He clamped his hand over your mouth and gave you a threatening stare, telling you to keep quiet. You couldn’t, not after being teased for so long. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as moans escaped between his fingers.

If this would happen every time you learned a new spell, you couldn’t wait for more of Michael’s ‘training’.

[the-hotel-cortez]

Destiny’s Anarchy

Michael Langdon x Reader (Part 1)

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂: When Michael visits Miss Robichaux’s Academy for his test of The Seven Wonders, your unspoken rivalry soon blossoms into something more. But when you receive a vision and see Michael’s destined fate, it’s up to you to do the devil’s work and change the inevitable. Saving the Antichrist? Not something everyone can put on their resume.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Major angst, slight blood required for a ritual spell (🥀,⚠️)

You frantically paced in common room of Miss Robichaux’s Academy, waiting for the Coven’s guest to arrive. Reluctantly, Cordelia had agreed to let one of Hawthorne’s newest students visit the Academy, the very student they claimed to be the new supreme.

A creak of heavy doors gave way to Delia, Madison, Queenie, and one tall, blonde warlock.

Your heart sank as the realization instantly hit. The idea that a new supreme had risen was a scary one, seeing that it would mean your current supreme would soon fall.

You weren’t ready to lose Cordelia. No one was.

The girl’s heels clacked melodically on the marble floor as they made their way down the hall. As soon as they entered the room, you instantly felt a dark aura of energy spill through the air. It was cold, chaotic... yet oddly intriguing.

“Girls.” Cordelia spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen. Your fellow witches waited impatiently, most already eyeing him.

”I want you to meet Michael. He will be staying with us for the next few days until we can figure out our current situation.” Whispers suddenly filled the room, and you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to observe the competition.

He was dressed in the usual Hawthorn Academy uniform, hands casually folded behind his back. His facial features were sharp, and golden curls perfectly framed his sculpted face. But his eyes, his eyes are what took you by surprise. An icey blue so cold, you could almost feel it nipping at your skin.

And as if on cue, the same piercing blue eyes settled right on you.

You looked away quickly, blood rushing to your face as you realized how embarrassing the awkward eye contact must have been. The boy smirked, almost as if to say “I caught you staring”.

Oh great, he was cocky too.

Cordelia spoke up, and you were glad for the distraction.

“Please, do be kind to him during his visit. I would rather us be known for our hospitality in times such as this. He will have his own personal room, and you will leave him be, is that clear? He has a long trial ahead and will need his rest.” With that, she dismissed the students, and everyone returned to their rooms.

It was going to be a long week, you could already sense the chaos this little visit would bring into the Coven. He didn’t seem right, and something about him greatly disturbed you.

A sharp knock came at your door late into the morning. You had still been up, flipping through pages of a textbook Zoe had leant you.

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you drug yourself up from your place on the bed, setting the textbook beside you and wondering over to the door.

Before grasping the handle, you paused. A familiar energy flowed through the air, and a chill ran down your spine. It couldn’t be him, could it? Why would he even be here so late at night? You took a deep breath, pulling open your door to peak out at whatever lay just outside.

Sure enough, you were greeted with the same golden haired boy. As your eyes met his, you were instantly reminded of your awkward encounter just a few hours earlier.

“Uh... Can I help you?” You asked awkwardly, covering your lingering embarrassment with a veil of faux confidence.

“I’m not sure, can you?” He said in a mocking tone. “Be a dear and let me inside.” You frowned at him, still unsure why he had bothered to interrupt you in the first place.

“No, I don’t think so. Why are you here?” You shot back, demanding an answer.

“If I told you, you would think I was crazy.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” You mumbled under your breath. Of course he heard you, and his eyes narrowed.

“Fine.” You gave in, opening the door a bit wider. He closed it behind you, leaving both of you alone in the confinement of your chambers. An impatient look was plastered on your face, brows raised. “So? Do I get to know now?”

He sat down on your bed, one leg crossed over the other. “I had a feeling.” He started.

“A feeling? You came to my room at god knows how late because you had a feeling?” You were growing impatient, your embarrassment quickly being replaced with annoyance.

“When I get a feeling, that means it’s something important. I am not like you. Cordelia told me about your so-called ‘visions’”. That is the easiest way I can think to describe it to you.” He spat.

“Speaking of which, have you had any visions of me? Or anything out of the ordinary?” He sounded slightly concerned, despite his rough demeanor.

“No, I haven’t had a vision in months. Zoe thinks my abilities are fading.” You gestured to the textbook laying on the bed not too far from him. “That’s been all I have to try and get them back. Nothing else in the archives says anything about losing your power.”

“That’s because you’re not doing it right.” He said.

“Excuse me? I’ve tried everything.” Not only did he come to your room uninvited, but he was insulting you now? He really knew how to push his limits.

Michael stood up, extending his hand to you. “You’re not doing it right. Give me your arm.” He repeated calmly.

“I’m not letting you touch me.” You said, taking a step back. He rolled his eyes.

“Do you want to fix this or not? You might be of use to me, I need your powers working.”

Watching his dry expression as you slowly approached him, you held out your hand palm-up. You weren’t quite sure why you were trusting him, but you were out of options.

He gripped onto you tightly, pulling you closer to him. You hissed as pain seared through your arm, a thin cut was left from your wrist to your forearm.

Surprisingly enough, you didn’t pull away. Only seconds later, he did the same. His own deep crimson shining in the light of your dorm.

He took you arm-to-arm, in a firm grip that left the two of you connected. Before you could ask what would come next, his icy blue eyes fogged into a deep black, and your vision began to blur.

Ringing filled your ears as your senses slowly left you. All visible was pure darkness, but you could hear faint echoes in the shadowy distance, growing louder as you fell.

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S10E04

[prophecy-is-inevitable]

How would you imagine each of Michael's Phases would react to finding you asleep, while you waited for him to finish his daily antichrist things and come back home to you? 😇😈 Fluff/Smut? Whatever you find fitting! 🖤

Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you like what I’ve come up with! I’m not exactly sure where Grunge!Michael fits in, so I did skip that one.

* There’s one little section of smut for flavor. But it’s been a while so I apologize if it’s shit! *

Hawthorne!Michael

The fires were burning low in the academy as Michael made his way through the sleek halls to his bedroom. He knew it was late, and he paused with a wince when his door creaked on its hinges as he pushed it open. Michael peeked his head around the edge of the door to try and find where you were. Soft light from a low-burning candle illuminated your face resting on his pillow, your lashes dusting your cheeks as you slept, and he smiled softly. 

The book you had been reading on advanced magical techniques and incantations had fallen from your hand and laid open on the bed next to you. He carefully picked it up and moved your bookmark--a balck satin neck ribbon from one of his uniforms--to the page you had been reading. Descensum. Of course. Even with his powers growing stronger and his confidence in his ascension as Alpha, he had still asked for your help in making sure he was as prepared as possible. He needed this. He needed to prove himself, and you wanted nothing more to see him succeed. You’d be lying if you said you had been particularly worried about the final task after hearing of the previous failures by others. But Michael wasn’t like the others.

The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge of his bed and stroked the curve of your cheekbone with his thumb. Michael leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple. He didn’t bother changing. He simply loosened the ribbon at his neck, removed his jacket, and slipped under the covers to pull you close. His arm wrapped around your waist, and he tucked his head against your neck. As powerful as he was, he felt stronger with you wrapped in his arms. 

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Sojourn!Michael

He had been lost. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Spiritually even. His father had abandoned him--just like everyone else. Except you. Michael smiled tiredly when he spotted your figure wrapped in a knitted throw blanket on the porch swing. You always waited for him to stumble back home, leaving the porch light lit for him. He was sure he’d find a cold meal still sitting at his spot on the table, too. A lump rose in his throat as he watched the gentle breeze rustle through your hair. You deserved better. You deserved someone strong and confident in their abilities. 

You wrapped the blanket tighter around you in your sleep, resulting in a soft and deep chuckle from your lover. He made his way to you, gently scooped you up in his arms, and opened the door with the slight kick of his shoes. You whimpered softly at the disturbance, but didn’t wake, and buried your face against his neck. The dusting of stubble on his jaw tickled your cheek the closer you snuggled into him. His warmth was a nice contrast to the chilled outdoors, and the heady smell of his skin lulled you back into your slumber.

Michael sat on the sofa with your head in his lap, carding his fingers through your hair, and trying to get the wild beating of his heart under control. He was always like this after a day of “work”. His mind ran at miles a minute with questions and concerns, and his blood rushed through his veins at the restrained panic. The gentle feeling of your chest rising and falling against him helped as he focused on mimicking your steady breaths. Before he knew it, his head was resting against the back of the couch and your breaths had synched in peaceful sleep. No matter how lost he was, he always found his way back home to the one who kept him grounded. To you. He would become the man you deserved, the man that demanded the respect and fear of others, the man that kept you safe.

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*Fire&Reign!Michael (Smutty Smut Smut Smut) 

Michael’s gloves creaked as he tightened his fists at the memory of the day’s successful meeting. He’s held the entire room, each person eating out of his palm, as he addressed the Cooperative. They practically held their breaths for him. This was what purpose felt like. It flowed through him stronger than anything he had ever felt. Well...almost. Desire consumed him so quickly and completely when in your presence that he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to (which he never did). Michael embraced his urges now, and he’d never felt more alive. Just the thought of you waiting in your room for him was stirring his arousal. Pleasure and pride often went hand in hand, after all.

A smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes landed on your form asleep on the sofa. What a beautiful sight to celebrate the end of his glorious day. With an elegant twist of his wrist, the flames in the fireplace burned brighter to light the room. The satin night dress he had given you had ridden up and gave him a tantalizing view. His fingers, still clad in vibrant red leather, trailed lazily over your bare legs, up your exposed thighs, and danced over the silky fabric at your hip. He knelt between your legs, placing one around his waist, and kissed along your neck and collarbone. A practiced swipe relieved you of the lace covering your core, and his fingers quickly slipped along your folds. The sleepy moan from your lips encouraged him further, and his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on your neck.

“Michael…” The murmur of his name made him chuckle in satisfaction against your skin, and his gloved fingers easily pushed into you when your hips shifted.

“You know I fucking love it when you say my name.” Your eyes fluttered open at the husky whisper. It was even better to wake up to the real thing. Michael was skilled at playing your body. He knew just the right angle to make you arch and writhe against him. Before long, he removed his fingers and pressed the wet digits against your lips. “Come on. You know what to do.” Your lips parted obediently, and you hummed at the taste of your own arousal and warm leather on your tongue.

The long day and earlier thoughts of how exactly he wanted to ravage you when he returned left him impatient. The sound of his belt and zipper made your eyes sparkle in excitement, and you eagerly parted your legs to give him more room to settle against your hips. With one sharp thrust, he seated himself fully inside of you. He groaned into your neck but didn’t pause long before setting a pace driven by sheer carnal need. Michael knew what he wanted, and he was going to chase it with pure abandon. Your hands reached behind you to hold the arm of the sofa, the deep and rapid thrusts of his cock forcing you across the piece of furniture until his hands gripped your hips roughly to hold you in place. The pressure of his fingers on your skin, his teeth on your collarbone, the sound of skin on skin and his groans of pleasure filled you with more sensations than your sleep-addled brain had been prepared for. His face was slick with sweat and your back was starting to stick to the black leather sofa. Gasps and moans fell heavily from the pair of you amidst the erotic symphony echoing in the room.

Your hands reached up into his soft, blond curls and tugged. The action earned you a string of curses and a sharp thrust that perfectly reached the spot inside you that left you seeing stars. Michael did it again upon hearing your gasp and relentlessly targeted your g-spot, even as his hips began to falter. One of your hands remained in his hair while the other ventured downward to drag your nails lightly along his clothed back. A shiver ran through his body, his cock twitching within your trembling walls, and he growled in your ear. The possessive sound coupled with the feeling of him perfectly filling you was the tipping point. You came around him with a cry, your pulsing core drawing him deeper still, and he roughly jerked your hips up to fuck you through your orgasm. He was so close, and your release only drew him closer. Your legs locked behind his back to urge him on, needing to feel him fill you completely. A chorus of moans continued to fall from your lips, each one praising his name, and he buried himself as far as he could before granting your own desires. You moaned in satisfaction as pulse after pulse of his seed filled you, his teeth sinking into your collarbone to muffle his groan as he claimed you as his in every way.

“Today went well, then?” you panted. Your fingers stroked his damp curls from his face as he held himself over you.

“Oh yes.Though I was very much looking forward to the end.”

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Outpost!Michael

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose after closing his laptop. More bad news. R&D was having difficulties with virtually every project they needed to accomplish for the Sanctuary to flourish. While the people at Outpost 3 were insignificant and of no concern for the future, he wasn’t alone. He wanted this to work for the both of you. You were his future, and the both of you together were the future of this world. If nothing functioned to help you survive, what kind of future was that? He couldn’t broach the subject of a family with such uncertainty looking ahead.

Michael ran a hand through his hair and sat back in his chair. That was enough for one day. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and straightened the shoulder to make sure his immaculate presence reamined. He tucked his laptop under his arm and began climbing the spiral staircase to his rooms. Michael passed a few of the Outpost residents in the hall and remained aloof to their gestures and acknowledgements. Any show of interest would only encourage, and he was more than done with his interviewees for the day. 

The air in your shared room was warm and humid, and he spotted your laptop closed on the table. The door to the bathroom was mostly shut except for an inch that let a sliver of light stream from the room. Thick air carried a familiar smell that made Michael smile--your favorite bath soap. He tossed his coat across a chair in the corner of the bedroom and unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves. Michael rolled his shirt up to the elbows and entered the bathroom. It must have been some time since you’d started your bath from how far the candles had burned down. Bubbles still covered the surface of the water, though, some still stuck to the skin of your shoulders and chest as your head rested against the back of the tub. You must have read the emails, too...

Michael knelt beside the tub and swirled his fingers in the water. It was still warm, but he could feel the surface beginning to grow tepid. His powers leached into the water and increased the temperature back to a pleasant heat that released some steam into the air. His long fingers caressed your arm until you woke enough to blink up at him.

“May I join you?” Michael whispered. He rested his head on one arm bent across the edge of the tub while the other continued to raise goosebumps over your skin.

“Of course.”

Michael needed no further invitation. He stripped himself from his formal attire, kicking his cropped pants into the corner and tossing his shoes away. You slide back to give him room to step into the tub and sit in front of you. He moaned softly as he sank into the warm water, his tense muscles slowly beginning to uncoil as the water soothed his stress. Well, the water and the gentle circles your thumbs began to make along his spine and shoulders.

“How did the interviews go today?” you asked quietly.

“About as well as expected. Every one of them believes they deserve to be saved,” he muttered, waving his hands dismissively as if they were talking about something as inconsequential as the weather.

“Do you think they have any idea they won’t be leaving this place?” Your lips danced over his neck and shoulders, and he tipped his head back to rest on your shoulder to look into your eyes. The smirk on his lips said it all.

“Not a fucking clue.” You chuckled together and cupped your hands in the water to wet his hair while his head was still tipped back. He’d grown it out over the last year, giving him the look of maturity that matched his behavior. Everything was smooth and calculated now, from the application of the dramatic scarlet eyeshadow he wore, to his fashion, to each word he used to trigger the responses he needed in interviews. He had grown into his power and wielded it with his beauty as a dazzling weapon.

After sufficiently soaking his hair, you ran your fingers through the long silken strands and used your nails to massage his scalp. Michael sank against you more with a sigh and pressed a kiss to your lips. You happily returned it and pulled away to trail your lips along the tendon of his neck. He reached up to cup your face and bring your lips back to his in a deeper embrace. Perhaps the future was a bit uncertain, but this one aspect would always be clear.

[outpostmichael]

Hawthorne Michael or Outpost Michael?