#jeffrey harmon

[ahs-confessions]

Technically Michael has a (half) twin. But he sadly died. We can of course pretend that there is another Michael who ages normal! This also means that he is about 9 now, sooooo...

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Maybe a one shot of Michael and Jeffrey in those twin sweaters a lot of soccer moms like to put their kids in, like one says “I was planned” and the other says “I was a surprise”

wow this is an IDEA! 

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The sweater itches horribly at his skin. Michael’s body temperature, already above normal can hardly handle wearing the ugly, black thing. But his Ms Mead bought it for him, so Michael will shut up and get on with his day.

She told him to. 

School was always a waste of his time, both Michael and his brother Jeffrey’s brains were so advanced, they could apply to college anytime they wanted. That never stopped Jeffrey from being a social butterfly though. He had this talent for integration, able to insert himself into any group almost seamlessly. 

Jeffrey never attended a regular school, but he was friends with almost all of them. 

His back against a tree, Michael watches his twin socialising. Jeffrey hangs off a swing, talking animatedly. He always exaggerates, overusing his arms. Whatever he’s said, it has everyone around beaming. The girls all look fondly at m, once resting her hand on his shoulder. Jeffrey doesn’t notice it much, but he offers the girl in question a softer glance which has the girl tittering. 

Michael knows it’s Jeffrey’s aura, that radiant ease that nurtures and pulls people towards him. So different to Michael’s own. Jeffrey’s own jumper, matching Michael’s but a hideous bright yellow seems to be the main talking point. Jeffrey tugs at the sweater, point to the words printed boldly across the front ‘I WAS A SURPRISE’. His audience all laugh again as he lifts it over his head and tosses it on the swing beside him. 

Anger surges through Michael. There he goes again, Jeffrey disrespecting the gifts Mr Mead so kindly made for them. He knows they’re a joke, even a thinly veiled jab at Jeffrey Gabriel Harmon. 

The Angel no one expected, the child Mrs Mead never wanted. 

From behind his iPad, Michael watches his brother push his sunglasses so they sit atop his head. Jeffrey’s golden curls fall backwards, showing more of that angled jaw, newly developed and sharp. 

Michael still his the remnants of baby-fat on his cheeks. 

Fucking Jeffrey. 

One of the girls keeps glancing back at him. She’s irritating the hell out of Michael as he returns to his game, savagely matching rows of Candy. He’s not got much else to do as she comes over to him. ‘What does yours say?’  

He looks upwards, bending his own sunglasses down to fix her with one blue eyes, ‘Excuse me?’ 

‘You’re jumper.’ She states, as if Michael is stupid. 

He’s not stupid. 

He lowers the iPad, revealing the words across his own. Emblazoned in blood red are the words, ‘I WAS PLANNED.’ 

He catches sight of Jeffrey, making his way towards them both, ‘Have I entertained you enough?’ He demands, and when she splutters, he waves the girl away. He doesn’t catch how her eyes dip at the rejection, at just how quickly Michael Langdon has shattered her hopes. 

She tries again, which is a brave move. ‘But that makes no sense. You’re twins.’

‘The difference is that my father planned to give birth to me for years on end.’  Michael explains it slowly, delighting in tormenting her. Throwing her own stupid tone back in her face, ‘Whereas my brother was a quick five minute session-’

‘I was born from love.’ Jeffrey appears beside the girl. His arm slides round her shoulders and she immediately inches closer to him. ‘I may not have been planned so to speak, but I was wanted.’ 

‘No one wants you.’ Michael spits back, his cheeks getting hotter. ‘Not even now.’ 

Jeffrey remains impassive, Michael’s words washing over him. The damage settling in. In Jeffrey’s hand is his sweater, his fingers clench it tighter, ‘Look around you, Michael.’ He hisses, ‘Who has friends here? Who fits in? And who’s sat on his own playing video games?’ He tosses the jumper at Michael, ‘Maybe this one is more fitting for you.’ It's the nastiest Jeffrey has ever been, his face blank marble. 

He stalks off, guiding the girl back to his entourage. Jeffrey’s jumper stares up at Michael, the words making his throat catch. It feels hot and tight as if his words and voice are constricted. He flees, running from the park. The iPad remains tucked under his arm as he leaves Jeffery and the jumper behind. He runs the entire mile back home and climbs up through the window Michael always leaves open. He tugs off the jumper and tosses it into the bin and flings himself down on his bed. 

Michael promised himself on leaving that Murder House that he’d never think of his family again. Mrs Mead was IS his family. The only person he needs or wants. He cries out the pain, the heartache of knowing the Harmons only ever wanted Jeffrey. He wasn’t a part of their plan, but a part of something much larger. 

But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

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[dyns33]

I will not write about it, because well reasons ?, but I am in love with Vampire!Michael, and I couldnt choose between his Hawthorne look and his Outpost look, so I thought... Hawthorne is Jeffrey, his twin, and Outpost is Michael. Twins vampires, double menace. I dont have any stories for them, so I will just put that here, wait and... we will see. 

[daikyuno]

Imagine: Jeffrey Harmon being able to grow up, a complete reflection of Michael, and learning of his death.

[ahs-confessions]

His canon name is Jeffrey Harmon. (source) 

@imshakingandcryingrn

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

I think that Michael would kill Orion, not only because he’s epically jealous, but maybe he thinks that’s Jeffrey’s plan—to make Michael’s followers adore him and redeem them to the light(although Jeffrey’s probably just lonely)

I apologise for the angst that ensues with this update. I’m going to put a trigger warning just because it does deal with death, missing people, angst, suicidal/negative thoughts. 

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He can still feel the bed warm. 

There had been nothing better in this harsh world than waking up with an arm slung over his body. Orion had been a dream. He seemed crafted by the heavens just for Jeffrey, a perfect distraction from the meddling Michael was up to. With just one smile, Orion could turn Jeffrey’s whole day around. It was the little things, how he’d always get Jeffrey a coffee, Orion would buy him white ribbons and frosted cupcakes. He spoiled Jeffrey in a way the young Angel had never experienced. 

Under Mrs Mead he’d been hidden away, a forgotten toy no one wanted to play with. Michael had been front and centre, while Jeffrey gathered dust. Even at Hawthorne, Michael retained his spotlight. But for four sweet day there Jeffrey had been, shining and resplendent once again. The employees at Kineros waited on him, they saw the physical change in the Angel. 

His light was back. 

Jeffrey saw nothing of Michael, but perhaps he had been too swept up in the delights of Orion. They’d been out on a date every single day since Jeffrey brought him home and together they’d spill the twilight hours till the sun rose high in the sky. Sweat-soaked and basking in afterglow, Jeffrey had risen to another handwritten note from his lover.

Orion always rose early. Michael demanded he always be at work before him.

That day, Michael didn’t go into Kineros. 

He didn’t want Jeffrey to go either. But he was determined to give back. Two Starbucks in hand, Jeffrey had breezed down to Orion’s office. 

The door was open, the office ransacked. Coffee stains now mark the carpets, along with the bloodstains. There had been blood everywhere, on the walls, spattered on the ceiling, all over Orion’s files. 

Orion was missing. 

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‘I know you did this!’ Jeffrey had screamed and screamed and screamed till his voice was hoarse. ‘You took him from me!’ 

‘I haven’t been in all day.’ Michael tries to keep an even tone, but his eyes swim with unshed tears. 

Never had he seen Jeffrey so worked up. 

All over a man.

All over someone that wasn’t him.

‘He’s my entire world, Michael.’ Jeffrey shrieks, effectively snapping what remained of Michael’s empathy. 

‘You’re world?’ The Antichrist snaps, ‘Why would your world abandon you then?’ He advances on his twin, leather coat swishing threateningly. ‘Would your world leave you here to fester in a world that is corrupt? Is a world ruled by me so despicable you want nothing to do with me?’

‘You’re what’s wrong with the world.’ Jeffrey croaks, ‘You’re power-hungry, you think this world owes you for the injustices it gave us from birth. But our lives are what we make of them. Orion knew that. He tried to show me what it was like to blossom, to be loved unconditionally by someone who doesn’t have their own selfish agenda.’ Jeffrey’s eyes burn with fire, he’s beyond tears. ‘I will never, ever forgive you.’ 

Michael watches his twin storm upstairs. Guilt snares around his insides and chokes out his airways. Even organ feels as if it’s on fire as Michael bows his head, double over and wails. 

He wanted Orion gone. 

He told Jeff and Mutt to take care of the problem. He never meant for them to hurt Orion. Michael had assumed they would fire him at most. The cokeheads had probably been high, hell they might have done it themselves. They’d walked into Michael’s office the next day looking proud, rubbing at their nostrils. 

‘All taken care of.’ They’d reported, ‘He screamed, fuck it’s been ages since we’ve done that ourselves. It was like being freshmen again.’ 

Michael knows Jeffrey will never forgive him. But that doesn’t stop him from trying, leaning against his twins door every night, begging for Jeffrey to open the door. To hear him out. Even just to hit him. Michael would have let his twin flay him alive.

But Jeffrey acts as if he doesn’t have a twin anymore. 

He won’t bring himself to mention Michael and when he does, he refers to him as a ‘monster.’ That’s all Jeffrey sees him as now. After all those years, finally Jeffrey has given up on him. 

And Michael wishes he had died in Vivian’s womb after all. 

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Jeffrey searched, he begged, he screamed to the heaven for an answer. But no one ever replied. No one ever saw Orion again. And from Michael, he went back to work. As if the man had never existed in the first place. The Angel retreated into himself, clutching Orion’s mug to his chest. 

It was the only thing he had of his lover. 

He never went to Kineros again. He couldn’t face seeing that office and whoever had been hired to replace Orion. Tears have dried crusty on his cheeks as the Angel looks out the window, watching Michael leave with his Robot once again. 

They haven’t spoken in months. 

‘I just need closure.’ He whispers, casting his eyes to the heavens again. At first there’s nothing, then a breeze ripples in through the open window. It caresses against Jeffrey’s skin, it ruffles through his hair and whispers its apologies to the Angel. His gaze falls down to the mug, still clasped in his hands. 

Inside a lily has started to bloom, rising upwards out of the mug. Jeffrey’s eyes fall shut, some more tears escaping. ‘He’s not dead.’ He says, ‘He’s not dead. He’s not dead.’ 

But the lily continues to flourish and the wind continues to hold whatever is left of Jeffrey together. The air hangs sombre and bleak as Jeffrey falls into Orion’s spot in his bed, hugs his pillow tight and just cries. The lily droops, bowing its head as if paying its respects and there it stays. Jeffrey never waters it, he can’t even look at it, but still the lily thrives. 

It won’t die. 

It refuses to. 

Jeffrey isn’t a flower anymore. He can’t bring himself to unfurl his petals. He can’t continue to live in a world run by Michael. 

No matter who he is. 

With a shaking hand, Jeffrey dials the Coven. She picks up on the second ring, Cordelia Goode’s no nonsense tone cutting through, ‘Miss Robichaux’s, you’re speaking to Cordelia.’ 

Jeffrey tells them everything. He tells Cordelia of the Outposts, when the world will end. He spares no detail of Michael’s intricate plans. 

He will avenge Orion, the only way he can. 

Michael hates roses. 

Jeffrey hates lilies. 

But maybe now he hates his twin even more. 

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[michael-langdon-appreciation]

just a stray angel and the antichrist question here—(because these two do things to me) would Jeffrey grow out his hair post-apocalypse? Because if he does, I always imagined it in a french braid or ponytail, so he could look different™. Thoughts?

It’s been wayyyy too long since I addressed my twins 😫❤️

Jeffrey resisted Michael’s influence whenever he could. Michael’s assuredness blossomed under Kineros, under having Miriam Mead back in his life. Finally, people respect Michael Langdon and he could have the world bowing to him with just a flash of the demon face lurking underneath his beauty. People pandered to him, showed Michael how to dress till Jeffrey’s twin began parading around in leather, velvet, satin. No expense was too much as Michael grew into a King amongst men. Jeffery could not deny that his twin had developed a formidable sense of style as he observed from the sidelines. 

Jeffrey liked simplicity. He saw no need for make-up, to rim his eyes red or adorn his fingers with silver rings. Michael’s deliberate attempts to blur the line between heteronormativity was fascinating, if it wasn’t a blatant method to cover up the insecurities his twin felt everyday the apocalypse drew nearer. Michael could make people desire him, fear him, worship him and bend over backwards to complete the Outpost constructions…but no one loved him. Jeffrey wasn’t even certain he could continue to.

Waking up after their second growth spurt, a mere week after the earth was reduced to rubble, Jeffrey can hardly bring himself to feel anything. Seeing the long honeyed locks falling down his shoulders brought revulsion, because if it had happened to Jeffrey, he knew Michael had woken in a similar predicament. Jeffrey wanted to be nothing like Michael Langdon.

He had found the nearest pair of scissors and hacked away at his hair till it was back to normal. But…it didn’t sit right. Jeffrey’s jaw had sharpened, his features hardened and the fluffy curls he’d once worn with pride no longer worked. They belonged to the cherubic face of a boy who still believed his brother was capable of good. They didn’t represent the shade Jeffrey had become in the boy’s absence. 

But Michael, who had been so damn busy ever since the bombs fell hadn’t even had the time to barber himself. Jeffrey’s twin glowered down at his inner circle, his blonde locks falling down his face, framing him with an androgyny that left the entire room speechless. Jeffrey could taste their desire for Michael, heightened by the sheer dominance Michael was injecting into every corner. A facade, carefully constructed to make the long locks seem like a choice. A display of his power. Michael was doing his upmost to hide just how unnerved he was by the rapid growth of his body again, just like Jeffrey. 

When the meeting is over, Jeffrey remains.

So does Michael. 

‘You cut it off.’ Michael notes, dragging an eye lazily over his brother. 

Jeffrey winces, a hand running through his hair. ‘I was a bit…rash, maybe.’

Michael’s teeth gleam in the stark lighting. His fingers dip into Jeffrey’s hair, running through the soft curls and then tugging sharply. Jeffrey hisses, ‘Fuck off, Michael. I can with it what I want.’ 

‘Grow it out.’ Michael’s already heading towards the door. ‘You’ve always taken your influence from me, why bother altering that now?’ 

‘That’s not true.’ Jeffrey retorts, ignoring the fact he’s dressed in greys and blacks, most of which has been ‘borrowed’ from Michael’s wardrobe. White just didn’t belong in Michael Langdon’s sanctuary. 

Michael’s hair swishes over his shoulder, an eyebrow arching in amusement. ‘Grow it out.’ He repeats, ‘But I’m keeping mine down. Retain a hint of originality, brother.’ 

And Jeffrey doesn’t know why he just bows to Michael’s commands again. But he does, letting his hair grow, till finally the curls start to drop from the weight and it sits just above his shoulders. It’s not quite as long as Michael’s, but long enough that Jeffrey can tie it back with a white ribbon. It takes a while, but when Jeffrey finally walks into another meeting, white shirt in place to match the ribbon, Michael smirks. 

‘Much better.’ He compliments, once they are alone again. ‘I was wondering where my brother had gone.’ 

Jeffrey fights off the pride he feels, shoves it right down next to his curdling resentment. Michael’s eyes are soft, full of praise. ‘I may…braid it.’ Jeffrey confesses, ‘Thoughts?’

Michael just pulls on the ribbon, letting Jeffrey’s hair tumble down. His fingers work quickly, sitting Jeffrey back down in his seat and twisting the strands into place. Where Michael learned to french braid is beyond Jeffrey, but he remains silent until Michael is finished, tying the ends together with the ribbon. Jeffrey waits for Michael’s verdict, trying not to hold his breath. ‘Better,’ Michael finally says, ‘Almost like a prince.’ 

Jeffrey frowns, ‘There’s no room for fairytales in your world.’

Michael seems somewhat hurt by Jeffrey’s statement. ‘Magic did more for us, than any single person.’ Michael states, ‘There’s nothing wrong with projecting what we want to be.’

‘You really believe you’re saving everyone, don’t you?’ Jeffrey murmurs, mystified by Michael’s belief. ‘You fully believe you can start over, that these people will worship you.’

Michael’s features tighten, ‘Do they not already?’

‘They fear you.’ Jeffrey stands, ‘But they will never love you.’

He catches Michael’s fist balling from the corner of his eye. Jeffrey waits for Michael to swing first, to hurt him for his barbarous words. Moisture shines in Michael’s eyes, ‘I don’t need anyone else.’ He says, ‘I have you.’

‘For now.’ Jeffrey doesn’t know where this confidence has come from. ‘But if you don’t put an end to this, soon you’re going to very alone.’

The silence carries between them, ‘What does that mean?’ Michael whispers, inching closer to his twin. ‘Where will you go in this wasteland?’

Jeffrey closes the distance, till his chest is pressed against his brothers. He looks directly into his twins eyes, rising like a phoenix. He looks ethereal, the angel shining beneath the surface and for the first time since the bombing, Michael feels that awful imbalance. His own inferiority stares back at him, everything Jeffrey is that he can never be piling on Michael’s shoulders. His brother is back, formidable and far more unforgiving than Michael himself, scarred from the depths Michael has sunk. He should never have given him the key to his confidence. 

‘You take away their lives, their loved ones. You rule and subjugate the Outposts to your dominion and have them claw over each other to fit your warped perception of survival.’ Jeffrey’s voice is laced with venom, ‘They deserve someone better than you, anyone but you. If that person has to be me, then so be it.’

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[michael-langdon-appreciation]

I snuck out of class to read this shit, and I’m glad I did, this was GUTWRENCHING. I wanted to be rekt and you DELIVERED. Imma need things to get better in Part 3 cause I don’t know if I can handle another heart attack. - ShakeShackAnon

Oh my goodness it means so so much to me that you snuck out of class ahh! 

Pick your heart up off the floor and I hope you have an amazing day my love ❤️