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Be Better - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Drabble)

Summary: Y/N and Michael get into an argument and he makes her cry.

Warnings: Angst, fighting, swearing, some fluff

A/N: Just a lengthy(?) drabble about being in a fight with Michael

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle

Y/N wasn’t really sure what had just happened in the last few minutes. One minute she was greeting Michael as he walked into their bedroom at the Outpost, the next they were arguing, yelling and screaming at one another, obscenities being exchanged back and forth.

Innocence Meets Corruption - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Summary: During your interview at the Outpost, Michael takes a peculiar liking to you and isn’t afraid to pry to figure you out and have you to all to himself.

Warnings: Third person POV, a bit lengthy, angst, hella sexual tension, light choking, some swearing

A/N’s: This is my first writing, so pls be gentle with any feedback u might give and thank u for reading if you do!!! <3

Outpost 3 was a safe haven compared to the rest of the world. The Armageddon had become a reality, and only a few select areas had survived the chaos. They resided in survival headquarters underground, the people inside labeled simply as either: the purple’s or grey’s. Purple meaning “royalty” and grey representing the workers of the hive.

The leader of the outpost was Wilhemina Venable, her “co-leader” being Miriam Mead. Together, they had a set of rules to follow, a proper protocol, and a specific order of how things were to be done at the outpost. Things were in order, mostly, aside from the continuous complaints of boredom and a lack of proper food, or food at all.

Until eighteen months into this post-apocalyptic world, where their fence was breached by a newcomer.

“My name is Langdon and I represent the cooperative,” he speaks, voice articulate, smooth and sensual all at the same time. “I won’t sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on earth,” he continues, everyone focusing on his words carefully but also glancing around a bit. “The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Buckley, West Virginia, and San Angelo, Texas have been overrun and destroyed. We’ve had no contact from the six international outposts but we’re assuming that they too have been eliminated.” “What happened to the people inside?” Timothy, a purple at the outpost, asks curiously. “Massacred,” Langdon almost hums, head rolling towards him slightly. “The same fate that will befall on almost all of you.” “Almost all?” Mallory, a grey, asks. “In the knowledge that these very moments might occur, we built a fail safe: The sanctuary,” Langdon smiles hopeful, but there’s a sinister look to it. “The sanctuary?” Coco, an obnoxious purple, asks. “The sanctuary is unique. It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun.” “Excuse me, sir, what measures? Why weren’t we given them?” Mead asks. “That’s classified,” Langdon states, putting a hand up. “All that matters is that the sanctuary will survive so the people populating it will survive so humanity, will survive,” Langdon says in a string of smooth words. “Who are the people that are populating it?” Andre, another purple, asks. “Also classified,” Langdon states, glancing over. “However. I’ve been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us.” This causes a small outbreak of chatter among the dinner table with everyone. “The cooperative have developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique we like to call: cooperating.” Venable standing gives a confused look, but remains quiet. “I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong,” Langdon adds. “What is this, The Hunger Games?,” Coco spits. “This is bullshit. I paid my way in here,” she continues, Langdon staring at her like she’s the bullshit. “And that is the only cooperating I plan on doing.” “You don’t have to sit for questioning,” Langdon says, border-lining an obvious and sarcastic tone. “What happens if we choose not to?” Andre asks “Then you stay here and die,” Langdon answers harshly, looking over at him. “I volunteer to go fist,” Mr. Gallant, a bright blond haired hairdresser with pierced ears offers. “And so you shall,” Langdon says, tone sounding like he just set a trap and captured his prey. “Process should only take me a couple of days. So. You won’t be kept in suspense forever. For those of you who don’t make the cut, all is not lost. If the worst should happen and feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these,” he brings out a clear vile, showing several little pills inside. “One minute later you fall asleep and never wake up.” Everyone in the room stays quiet but speaks through their eyes as they take in this news. “I look forward to meeting each and every one of you,” Langdon concludes, eyes gazing around the room, landing and stopping on one girl in particular as she sits at the table beside Coco. The eye contact from Langdon on the girl catches her a bit off guard from how focused his gaze is. The shyness is evident on her face as they look at one another, causing her to divert her eyes away quickly after a second. Langdon walks out of the room, the sound of his heeled boots clacking being the only sound as he leaves everyone to their thoughts.

Though shy and nervous from being around him, can’t help it anymore and finally speaks, “What?” She snaps. Michael cocks his head to the side a bit, slightly grinning. “Are you just going to stare at me for the interview?” Michael grins more. He leans back. Y/N just huffs out, turning her head away. “Does it bother you that I’m only staring?” Y/N looks at him. “Well, it’s not the most comfortable thing.” “Why,” Michael asks, as more of a statement. Y/N pauses and shrugs, “I don’t know. It just isn’t.” Michael grins more, as if in a knowing way. He sits up, and leans over a bit with his elbows. “Let me tell you how this works.” Y/N swallows, her nerves suddenly doubling. “Things you may feel are helpful may be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I’m looking for,” Michael starts in a string of words. “If you hedge I will know. If you lie I will know. And if you try to trick me I will know and this interview will be over and you will die here. Painfully.” Y/N narrows her eyes. “Are we clear.” Y/N leans forward a bit, “Crystal,” she enunciates mockingly and leans back, crossing her arms. Michael lightly smirks at her behavior. “What is your opinion on the world,” he asks. Y/N pauses. “The state of it before or after the bombs.” “In general.” Y/N thinks a moment. “Well. That’s a bit conflicting to answer.” “Why is that?” “Our world before the bombs was constantly being trashed. From global warming, extinction of animals and the collapse of ecosystems. Not to mention all the hatred in humanity. Humans sure did a shitty job of taking care of everything. But. There’s the tragedy of the good people, my family.. I’m not thrilled about losing them,” she trails off, voicing saddening. “But this current state of the world isn’t any better or ideal either.” Michael leans forward, resting his arms on the desk crossed. “Tell me about your darkness.” “My darkness?” Y/N raises her eyes. “What darkness?” “I want to know the dark parts of your soul,” Michael clarifies. “I... I don’t know what that means,” Y/N replies. Michael leans back again. “You see I have a talent. Call it a kind of night vision of the soul. I can see into the dark places that people desperately try to keep hidden.” Y/N pauses. “So..?” “So.. I sense a darkness in you. It’s confusing, actually. It’s a very rare type of darkness I’ve never encountered before. It’s fascinating,” Michael says, brushing his fingers along his chin. “What if I don’t even know what that dark part of me is?” Y/N asks. “I think you do,” Michael states obviously. Y/N gives a look. “Why would you think that?” “Maybe I have a file that tells me all your secrets. Maybe I’m sensing something. Or maybe I’m just fishing.” He leans forward, “Tell me who you really are.” “I don’t know who I am. That’s what my early to mid-twenties are for,” Y/N answers. “Hmp,” Michael smiles a bit. “You’re fighting it. You don’t want to accept it.” “If you know so much about me, why don’t you tell me yourself what this ‘darkness’ is that I’m supposedly not accepting or giving a confession to,” Y/N snaps lightly. “Confession? I’m not a priest,” Michael says nonchalantly. “I don’t even know if I believe in God. I mean, if there was a God, why would He allow the Armageddon?” He stands up and begins to slowly walk around the desk. “The concept of sin does seem a bit antiquated. Rules for keeping the chaos at bay...” He comes to the front of the desk, sitting on it in front of Y/N. “No need for rules anymore,” he waves off. “Chaos has won.” “Has it,” Y/N questions. “Hasn’t it,” Michael smirks. “Depends on your perspective, I suppose.” Michael leans forward again, “You’re guarded. You have walls built up.” Y/N stays quiet. “You’re weak,” Michael adds. Y/N narrows her eyes, “Weak? I’m weak because I’m reserved and like to keep private about myself?” “You haven’t answered one question truly about yourself since this interview started,” Michael states elusively. “I haven’t hedged. Nor lied. Nor tricked you. Just because I know how to cleverly answer a question without giving away too much information about myself doesn’t mean I’m weak,” she spats. “If anything it means I’m deceptive, manipulative and smart.” Michael leans back, looking at her, almost impressed. “You’re a fighter,” he says playfully cheerful. “I like that about you,” he emphasizes and stands up, walking back around to the seat at his desk. Y/N remains seated, eyes diverted away from Michael. Michael sits down as before, leaning back in his chair, resting his hands together comfortably in his lap and stares at her. Just like in the beginning before the interview even started. Y/N glances at him every once in awhile but will always take her eyes off of him after a few seconds. But Michael’s eyes will stay completely on her. Y/N stays quiet this time, not bothering to call him out about it. When her eyes make contact with his yet again, Michael slightly grins. “Do I intimidate you?” He asks. Y/N blinks, taken aback by this new question. “What?” Michael remains impassively quiet Y/N swallows. She could give a sassy, sarcastic answer, similar to how her answers have been prior. But she gets the idea that if she does, and goes around it, that itself is an answer, and admitting the truth regardless. She looks away for a moment, and then back at him. “Yes.” Michael smiles slowly. “Why?” Y/N’s cheeks suddenly warm up. She shakes her head a bit. “Tell me why.” “You’re in charge of making the sanctuary selections,” she states, feeling that’s a safe answer. “Why wouldn’t that objective of your superiority status intimidate me?” “Didn’t seem like that mattered moments ago when answering me.” “Right, I forgot you know everything about me, even the things I don’t know about myself,” she says sarcastically, her fingers pointing to her head and waving off in a “duh” stance. Michael hmps a chuckle. “I make you nervous.” Y/N’s opens her mouth to reject his statement, but, the no lying bit rushes through her head. So she stops. Closes her mouth and diverts her eyes away. “No comeback,” Michael raises his eyes, smirk growing. “You said you would know if I lie.” “So I do make you nervous.” “Sure,” she says casually. “Why?” “You tell me,” she retorts. Michael grins at her for a moment. “Let’s move on,” Michael starts. “What are you afraid of,” he asks. Y/N stares back at him hard. Michael raises his eyes. Y/N shrugs. “Don’t know if I’m really afraid of anything anymore. Whatever ends up happening, happens.” “I know you’re lying.” “If you know so much about me, then why are you bothering with interviewing me at all?” She rolls her eyes. “Do you use these sarcastic, diverting responses to hide the fact that you’re actually insecure and apprehensive of yourself?” Y/N feels the blood rush in her face prominently over his words. Whether she admits it to herself or not, Michael nailed her right on the dot, and it doesn’t sit well with her that he seems to know her too well while she knows nothing about him. Feeling she’s been emotionally invaded and broken down, she glares at him. “Sure.” “You’re gonna have to start giving me more than just a simple ‘sure,’ sweetheart,” Michael leans back in his chair unimpressed. “Don’t you understand the position I’m in? You act like you’re trying to find out my dirty secrets, it feels like an invasion of privacy. All that I have left in the world is my restraint and reservation.” “And your vulnerability, clearly,” Michael waves off, clasping his hands together on his desk. “I don’t have to understand your position. I’m not the one who’s trying to get into the sanctuary. But I’d start cooperating if I were you because I’m the only thing that stands between your life and your demise.” “Has this threatening tone worked with the others? Because, it’s not doing anything for me now,” Y/N says bravely. Michael’s mouth grows into a gradual smirk. “Do you have any remorse, guilt, or regrets, since before this -- new -- world began?” Michael asks coolly. Y/N pauses, “No.” “You’re lying.” “No I’m not.” “You know I can tell.” Y/N stares. “What do you miss the most?” Michael asks. “Cats,” Y/N answers. ((Or dogs, if you prefer them loll)) “You’re lying, again.” Y/N remains quiet. “And you’re not taking this seriously.” “Look, I don’t care enough about this interview anymore to take it seriously. Either you leave me here to die or you don’t. You know who I am apparently. A five minute interview isn’t going to change that. So,” she shrugs. She sits up, “And I do miss cats, actually,” she sasses and leans back again. “You’ve given up your will to live so easily,” Michael cocks his head slightly. “I’m not giving up my will to live. I’m just not going to answer questions you know the answer to.” Raising his head slowly, he stands up, a grin plastered on his face. Crossing his arms behind his back, he makes his way to the doors of the room. He slides the doors open and faces toward Y/N, his arms falling back to crossing behind him again. “Let’s finish this up later.” “Later?” She narrows her eyes confused. “I’d like to continue this at another time. Consider it a part two to your interview.” “Does anyone else get a part two?” She asks curiously. “No,” Michael simply answers. “Then why do I?” “You tell me,” he mocks. Y/N lightly glares, but it fades away. She stands up, walking over to him. She doesn’t stop as she passes by and leaves the room, making sure to get away from him as soon as she can. She turns to the doors when she hears them slide shut. Though she looked to be rushing out of the room, a breath releasing from her in relief, her heart pounds with an intensity she’s yet to have ever experienced, all the way to the tips of her being. The confusion starts up again as she leaves the library and heads for her room, trying to clear away these new feelings.

“I wanted to speak to you about a certain matter,” Michael trails off, body turning around to follow her movements fluidly. “And what is this important matter,” Y/N asks, eyes focused on anywhere but on Michael, arms still crossed. He studies her intently, closely paying attention to her mannerisms and energy. He senses how on edge she is, being alone in her room with him, wearing nothing but her robe. The apprehension in her is impossible to miss, and this sparks a theory in him. The corner of his mouth raises, making his way towards her steadily. Standing just at the foot of her bed before where she stands on the side, his hands clasp behind his back as usual. “Tell me why I get the feeling that you are the most nervous I’ve ever sensed in someone before,” Michael starts. Y/N wavers for a moment, “I don’t know why you’re getting that vibe from me.” “I believe you do,” Michael purrs, taking a step further to her. Y/N remains quiet again, eyes diverted away from Michael, hoping that this lack of eye contact will keep her safe from prying questions somehow. “You know,” Michael begins, “Why don’t we get started on the second part of your interview after all.” Y/N looks at him, narrowing her eyes towards him. “Take off your robe,” he calmly demands. Y/N’s mouth drops open, “What? No.” “A physical examination is required,” Michael explains. “You can read my file,” Y/N argues. “That won’t tell me what I really need to know,” Michael smiles. “I’m not taking off anything,” Y/N retorts. “Not now, not ever,” she adds. “Really,” Michael starts. “You’d let something as simple as a physical examination come between your chance at living?” Y/N halts at replying, but eventually says, “Yes. I’d rather die with my dignity than continue living without it.” “Didn’t realize such a small assessment required losing dignity,” Michael grins. Y/N remains silent. “You know, I’m beginning to think that you’re not just scared of me, but of yourself.” “What? That’s ridiculous, you know how crazy that sounds? Scared of myself? What are you, my psychologist,” she glares. Taking another step forward to her, Michael drops his hands from behind his back. “I knew from the very beginning that the darkness in you was a different type of darkness. A rather deeply personal type,” he begins, taking another step forward, reaching his arm out and trailing a finger down her silk covered arm gently. “Now I’m beginning to find that this is a type of darkness that consumes all of you, intimately.” Y/N lightly shivers at the touch of Michael on her, taking a small step backward, causing his hand to drop from her and uncrosses her arms pushing hair behind her ear. “True darkness requires a certain depth of character. Even with Coco, she’s much too shallow for any kind of meaningful negativity,” Michael remarks. “But with you... you afflict the worst to yourself, on your own. Your own darkness revolves around you.” “What does that even mean,” Y/N whispers. “You’re pure,” Michael breathes, smirking. “Not a blemish to be found, you’re uncorrupted -- untouched,” he smirks more. Y/N can’t find any words to say as she can’t feel anything but the pounding in her chest and how shallow her breathing is becoming. “It all makes sense now. Your intimidation of me, the nerves, the innocence you hold. Usually it would be quite sickening, I can practically smell the purity radiating off of you,” he says almost disgusted as he looks her up and down. “But, you’re different. It’s different. You’re genuine, warm-hearted. Your soul is untainted because the only darkness you possess is for yourself, and that’s held you back from ever causing anyone else desolation.” “Wh -- What are you ta--” Y/N starts. “Have you ever been touched, Y/N?” Michael interjects. Y/N’s eyes widen slightly, her breath noticeably heavy now. “Has anyone ever touched you,” Michael reaches his hand out again, trailing a finger, the others following after as his touch feathers over the skin on her shoulder, up to her neck. “Caressed you, made you feel cherished,” his fingers feather slowly down to the curvature of the cleavage that’s exposed through her robe, “felt that carnal pleasure?” Y/N swallows, trying to contain her composure over Michael’s words. They infuriate her while also making her want to run away. But she’s not sure if it’s to run away out of the room or to Michael. “I get the feeling you haven’t,” Michael whispers, smug grin on his face, his fingers pulling down the middle of her robe until it drops, the fabric of her robe having opened a bit loosely from the pull. “Such a shame. You’ve really been missing out.” “You don’t know me, you don’t know anything about me,” Y/N breathes out. “This is insane, just leave.” “I’m not leaving,” Michael states, “And we both know that you don’t want me to either.” “You don’t know me,” Y/N states. “But don’t I,” he questions. “I believe it bothers you more than you’d like to admit that I’ve discovered the guilt and shame you have over yourself.” Y/N turns her head away. What can she say at this point? What possibly could she say to throw him off, to tell him off, to tell him he’s wrong? Especially since he’s been right about everything so far. “Have you ever even kissed someone before,” Michael smugly asks. “What business is it of yours,” Y/N snaps, looking at him. “I’ll take that as a no,” Michael smiles, impossibly more smug. Y/N glares. “Do you want to?” Michael steps again toward her. Y/N looks him up and down as he gets closer to her and crosses her arms again. “Do I what?” “Want to be kissed,” Michael starts smoothly, leaning in a bit. “To be touched,” Michael breathes, his face leaning in to the crook of her neck. “To feel, and be felt,” his lips hover lightly over her skin, his breath hot against her, causing Y/N’s heart to pound impossibly harder, faster, her own breathing transitioning to a tremble. “To feel undeniable pleasure,” he continues, his head lifting to look at her, but a hand raising to her side, resting on her rib cage gently which looks to be covering most of her side with how large his hands are.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” Michael whispers, leaning in, his lips hovering over hers, lips lightly brushing over the other, until he leans his head into the crook of her neck, slowly pressing his lips against her skin, hot to the touch. She closes her eyes, breathing out shakily, biting her lip, trying to keep herself together. But this one touch alone has her soon coming undone to Michael’s wishes. It takes everything in her, but she pulls away and pushes him to create some space. She holds her robe together tightly, and breathes out deeply. “You’re not playing fair.” “Why do I have to play fair,” Michael smiles. “I think you need to go,” Y/N mumbles out, still trying to regain her composure. “You found me out, fine. I’m ashamed at how I’ve never been with someone before, never even kissed someone because I always felt I wasn’t good enough to be with anyone and was too scared to even try. I’m my own worst critic, you know, now you can go, okay.” “Keep talking all you want,” Michael grins, “but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you.” Her cheeks turn an even deeper rosy color than before over his words, not just because of how he can clearly sense her desires for him, but because of him admitting his own desire for her. “I.. I...” she stutters. “I barely know you. This isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening.” “What does knowing each other have to do with anything? You can’t help when there’s a connection,” Michael states, and suddenly backing Y/N up against the side of the wall, pressing his body back against hers so she can’t move, and grips the side of her throat, his other arm snaking around her waist. “And I think it’s pretty obvious I know you quite well.” Y/N swallows, eyes flickering over his face, landing on his lips multiple times but trying to focus on his eyes. The overwhelming desire to kiss Michael is taking over Y/N’s every thought, not to mention everything else she wants to do with him. “So I’ll ask again, one last time,” Michael hums, smirking. “Do you want me to make you feel good? Show you that you are worthy,” Michael entices, leaning in closer to her face. Y/N wants to fight back, tell him no, tell him to leave. But the temptation Michael Langdon possesses is irresistible and captivating and she can’t deny this any further. “Yes,” she whispers. With one final smug grin, he releases his grip on her neck and waves his hand, all the candles blowing out, coating the room in darkness, as his lips furiously press against hers, lighting a fire ablaze between them.

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Innocence Meets Corruption - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Final Part)

Summary: Michael has to deal with the witches when they show up and threaten to rid Y/N from Michael’s life for good.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, story-line change, fluff

Send in any story/imagine requests you have if you’d like! I’ll come out with something new next week hopefully! :))

Tagged!: @storminmytwistedmind , @kerouacsroad , @and-shes-not-even-pretty , @rocketgirl2410

Walking through the corridors as carefully and quietly as she can, Y/N begins to hear voices speaking. She can’t quite make out what they’re saying, but she can hear that the voices are both familiar and unfamiliar. It confuses her when she figures out that some of the voices she’s hearing are from Mallory and Coco. She thought they were dead?

Hearing that the talking and commotion is settled at the main staircase entryway at the center of the Outpost, she takes a back stairway by her room. She hears the talking once more when downstairs, walking through a hallway that eventually leads to the main staircase. But she halts, freezing in place when she hears Michael.

“How can any of you defeat me -- when I’ve already won?” Michael speaks, drawing the attention of all the witches towards him as he stands at the top center of the staircase. “You haven’t won,” Cordelia calls back. “Perhaps you haven’t noticed the state of the world,” Michael smuggly says. “It’s almost as bad as your dinner jacket. But at least the world can be saved,” Myrtle says. “By you,” Michael inquires smoothly. “By all of us,” Cordelia states. “Hey -- Get the wax out of your ears, I’m here to watch,” Dinah says. “But I’m not,” Coco says, stepping forward. But stops once seeing Michael’s sinister expression looking towards her. “Just don’t let me die again, okay? It really sucked the first time,” Coco pleads, Cordelia putting a had out to halt Coco from further speaking or walking. “When I’m done, you’ll all wish you were still dead,” Michael states. “I always thought the world would end with fire and ice, not witches and warlocks,” Myrtle adds. “The seventh seal has been broken,” Michael starts, overlooking the witches with superiority. “Wormwood has fallen from the sky and turned the rivers to blood and fire. The bottomless pit has been opened and my swarms of locusts and scorpions have ravaged humanity -- The world has been remade in my father’s image.” “Darling,” Myrtle starts with a smile, “it seems daddy didn’t tell you the most important rule of bringing on the apocalypse: If you want to finish the job, the thing you have to do first is get rid of all the witches,” she says, nodding to all the girls. “Big mistake,” Coco adds in. “I could annihilate all of you in a second and the world would go on without missing a beat. You and all of your work will be forgotten in the rubble of the past,” Michael states. But then steps forward a step. “But I want to give you a future. Fall to your knees and accept me as your lord and savior,” he opens his arms, “and I will bring you to the table as my obedient subjects,” he offers, hands clasping behind his back. Cordelia laughs lightly, an almost sarcastic smile residing on her face. “Imbeciles,” the robotic Mead calls out. “Fall to your knees before the king!” “The only way we would sit at your table is if your decapitated head were the centerpiece,” Cordelia says. “Cordelia, you raised me from the dead so that you would have the power of voodoo on your side,” Dinah begins, stepping forward, looking at Cordelia as she looks over at her. “But if you know anything about who I am, you know that the only choice I’d pick -- would be the winner,” Dinah says as she steps towards Michael, bowing her head, Michael outstretching a hand for her. “You’re half right, Dinah,” a voice calls, grabbing Dinah’s attention to behind the witches.

“She has nothing to do with the world’s demise. Release her,” Michael demands. Looking back at Y/N, and back at Michael again, Cordelia analyzes the connection the two seem to have with one another. Y/N looks at Michael with panic and fright, trying to remain calm. “Michael,” she whispers. “What’s going on?” “I told you to stay back until I came to get you,” Michael tells her, voice prominently strained as he tries to keep himself together. “What should we do with her,” Madison asks, focusing on her Supreme. “What’s the plan now,” Marie waves her hand up, stepping back with everyone. “She’s your weakness,” Cordelia states, looking over at Michael, who narrows his eyes. “Mead was your final ally, even as a mechanical version,” she points out. “But this one,” Cordelia points to Y/N and steps over to her as she looks Y/N up and down. “She’s different.” “Get away from her,” Michael glares, body tensing. Cordelia looks at Michael, pausing her movements but grins. “You aren’t going to do anything.” “You haven’t seen anything of me yet, you have no idea what I’m capable of,” Michael speaks harshly. “You’re right. I don’t,” Cordelia speaks. “I never knew someone as foul, vile and heinous as you could be capable of something so.. sweet,” she looks at Y/N. Y/N looks from Michael to Cordelia. “You know of him, don’t you? Who he is?” She asks. Y/N doesn’t say anything, unsure of what she should say. She only stares at the blonde with an indifferent expression. “You do,” Cordelia smiles calmly, standing before her. “You know, about all of it. Who he is and what he’s done, and yet..” Cordelia narrows her eyes. “It doesn’t matter.” “Leave her alone, Cordelia,” Michael seethes. “I can feel the radiation of warmth; the fondness you have for each other,” Cordelia speaks, voice strained with confusion as she ignores Michael. “She has nothing to do with us,” Michael exclaims. “Leave her alone,” he demands again. “I never knew one simple bitch could get so under your skin,” Madison laughs as she looks at Michael. “You love him, don’t you,” Cordelia states rather than asks to Y/N, then looking over at Michael. Michael glares at Cordelia, then diverts his eyes to Y/N who looks over at him. “And you love her. I can feel it,” Cordelia adds, taking a step towards Michael. “As vile as you are, your attachment with her is somehow pure,” Cordelia shakes her head. “Delia?” Myrtle speaks. “You were able to find a way to bring back Mead,” Cordelia starts, shaking her head a bit. “I don’t know how, but you did. You recreated a replicate of her, having her by your side to see through your plans for this Outpost. But with her,” Cordelia points to Y/N. “Don’t,” Michael exclaims, suddenly fearful, the terror prominent in his voice, afraid of what Cordelia will say or do. “I can assure you, I will make sure you never see her again in any way, shape or form,” Cordelia proclaims.

“Baby,” he sighs in relief, “I found you. You’re here, you’re here with me,” Michael whispers as he nuzzles his face into her neck. “What’s going on,” Y/N whispers. “Are you real?” “Yes,” Michael says, and she can almost hear his grin. “I’m here, I’m yours. I’m real. All of it was.” “I-- I’m so confused,” Y/N says, voice strained. “Don’t be. I’m here. I have you. And I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” Y/N feels her heart flutter suddenly, smiling as she closes her eyes relieved, remembering back when Michael would say that to her in the Outpost. “The world’s been restored,” Michael tells her. “Restored?” Y/N questions, pulling back in Michael’s hold as she looks up at him. “Cordelia and I, we restored the world, remember?” Michael tells her as he looks at her, arms still holding around her waist. “No, I.. I’m still so confused. All I remember is, at the staircase, with everyone..” she trails off. She shakes her head, “How did.. How did any of this happen? The world actually ended then? The Outpost and everyone, Mead and the apples and--” “Yes,” Michael says softly, tightening his hold on her comfortingly “It did. But not anymore.” Y/N blinks at him, trying to process everything. “You’re still the antichrist, then?” “Yes and no. I have those abilities still,” Michael starts. “But, I took Cordelia’s offer of salvation when at the burning stakes, joined her coven to be better, to follow my own destiny, to be with you.” “But,” Y/N narrows her eyes, “your true father, all the darkness and how you were prophesied to--” “I know, I know,” Michael shushes gently. “I told you nothing was impossible. Including all of this.” Michael brings a hand up, cupping her cheek. “I don’t want that destiny anymore, to end the world. I didn’t know what my path or real destiny was until you.” Y/N flushes a bit. “You’re what I want. You’re my destiny.” Y/N smiles. “Let’s go take a visit to Cordelia. You, the witches, me, we’ve all been thrown back in time. We could all use a few minutes to go over everything.” Y/N nods, cupping her hand over Michael’s hand over her cheek. “Okay. As long as you’re there.” “I will, I always will be. I refuse to let you go. I love you,” Michael smiles sweetly.

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Innocence Meets Corruption - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Part 5)

Summary: Y/N and Michael take their relationship to the next level in more than one way, having to conquer Venable, and soon, other powerful forces.

Warnings: Kinda lengthy, sMuT, fluffy! lovey! Michael, some evil! Michael, some violence, timeline change, swearing

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut so pls forgive if it sux i am sry

Tagged!: @storminmytwistedmind , @kerouacsroad , @and-shes-not-even-pretty

Y/N tries not to look at Michael’s bare form as he stands in front of the tub, hovering a hand over the bath, draining the water until it’s empty. Michael isn’t looking at her for the moment, so she’s able to take in his entirety without worry of him catching her and getting embarrassed from being caught.

She tightens her hold on the towel that she has wrapped around her, standing by the door as she waits on Michael. She didn’t need to wait on him, but she didn’t want to leave his presence, feeling a sense of attachment to him. She learned of Michael’s dark past and who he is, and yet she’s never wanted to be closer to him.

Michael stops his laptop work when hearing her arrive, turning in his chair to look at her. “Yes?” She shrugs nonchalantly. “You said I could stay in here if I wanted. That offer still stands, right?” “Of course,” Michael agrees coolly. “You’re always welcomed here.” Y/N smiles a bit and walks further into the room. She doesn’t make eye contact with Michael as she moves to sit on the bedside closest to him. But when she does look at him, he’s staring at her intently. “What,” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “Why are you really here?” He asks elusively, knowing better. “Why do you think there’s an ulterior motive?” She crosses her arms. “You offered me to stay here.” Michael stares at her impassively. “Yeah ‘you know when I’m lying,’” she waves off, rolling her eyes and dropping her arms. Michael grins and stands, stepping over to her. “What’s on your mind?” Y/N looks away for a moment. Sighing, she looks back at him shyly. “I’m.. upset.” “About?” He raises his eyes. “Everyone,” she stands. “Everything,” she adds. “I know you have a plan and.. I for some reason am okay with it,” she shakes her head. “ Well, to an extent to where I accept you for you because,” she trails off, eyes glancing from him and away nervously. “Never mind, I’m just saying, everyone is out there having fun and playing games, having no clue that their end--” “Y/N,” Michael says, tone implying for her to get to the point. “I’m upset everyone is going to die,” Y/N states, looking at him. Michael sighs. “I mean, okay, it’s your plan. But plans change. Can’t you spare a few of their lives?” She tries. “Like Emily, Timothy, Mallory? Even Gallant, and Andre, and Dinah, even Coco, and--” “So basically everyone,” Michael says, clasping his hands behind his back. Y/N pouts a bit. Michael sighs again. “Why did I have to fall in love with such a pure soul.” “Hey,” she narrows her eyes, “it’s only human that I--” She stops, eyes widening a bit. “Wait, what?” “What,” Michael narrows his eyes. “You’re in love with me?” Y/N asks, shock obvious in her tone. “Yes. Of course. I have been for awhile,” he states. Y/N stands quietly, surprised over his words. “I thought it was quite obvious,” Michael explains. “I told you about everything with me, showed you everything. And the way I feel for you,” he trails off. “I.. would have to be in love with the way I feel for you, correct?” Y/N pauses, and shrugs, “I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before. I’ve never had someone in love with me.”

“So, now what? What are you supposed to do next? Has everyone else been.. you know?” She sadly asks. “Yes,” Michael states. “The plan was just executed before Venable and Mead showed up.” Y/N pauses, looking away. Trying to let his words sink in, she nods slowly. “Okay,” she whispers, closing her eyes. She holds her breath for a second, trying not to let out any tears over hearing about everyone’s deadly outcome. She looks at Michael. “I know. It hurts you, and I’m so sorry,” Michael speaks elusively, cupping her cheek. He didn’t care about the demise of everyone, but of course he cared about how Y/N felt about it. But there was nothing he could do about it, not willingly. “And now what?” Y/N asks. “Well,” Michael begins, brushing his thumb against her cheek before dropping his hand. “I need someone to help me with the monumental task of remaking this world. Who better than the one person I will never stop trusting or loving?” Y/N narrows her eyes, “You mean.. me?” “Yes, you,” Michael clarifies, grinning. “Remaking the world? But, the radiation, the tragedy, all the deaths, how could you possibly--” “You don’t understand my capability,” he starts. “I know you’re still processing everything. But nothing is impossible, not anymore. Especially if I have you by my side.” “I’ve seen so many sides to you in the last twenty-four hours, I don’t know which to believe is actually you. You’re cocky one moment, sweet the next, completely alluring the following, and now,” she trails off. “You’ll have to get used to each side then, won’t you,” Michael states. She pauses, but slowly grins. “I guess so,” she hums. Michael smiles softly, but then it fades, his eyes diverting away. “What is it,” Y/N raises her eyes confused. “A powerful presence,” Michael states. “What do you mean? Everyone’s dead?” Y/N questions. “Right?” “Not anymore,” Michael glares. Looking at Y/N, “I need you to wait here.” “What?” She narrows her eyes. “I need you to stay here. Do not go anywhere -- do not leave this room until I come back for you,” he states. “Understand?” Y/N crosses her arms, “Why do I hav--” “Just don’t be stubborn this one time, and listen to me,” he interjects. “Stay here, for your own safety.” Y/N stares at him conflicted but nods. “Okay.”

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Innocence Meets Corruption - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Part 2)

Summary: It took less than a day for Michael to break Y/N down, but he hasn’t corrupted her in every way quite yet. He continues to pry further, trying to fill his own desires and wants in the process.

Warnings: Third person POV, jealousy, sexual situations (foreplay/fingering), a bit of fluffy! Michael, but dominant/angry Michael too ehehehh;

A/N: iM tErRiBlE at writing sexual stuff since I’ve never written it before... but the lovely feedback I got on the first part motivated me to write a second part, so I hope this will suffice :’) I’m still new to writing so don’t be too hard on me pls if you read and I’m sry if this is trash. Any feedback is greatly appreciated <3 Also wrote this while listening to “Call Out My Name” by the Weeknd

Half the candles in Y/N’s room are lit again after being promptly blown out. The room has a warm glow to it, illuminated in an almost gentle fashion from the shadows that cast over with only a bit of light shining. It was bright enough that you could see around the room, but dark enough that it brought a relaxing energy into the room as well.

After picking out a book and beginning to read, trying to focus on the words, it’s not long until Timothy enters the library too. Joining Y/N on the couch she sits on, he rests back and sighs out. Y/N glances at him, pausing from her book, slowly grinning. “Hard day?” “Sort of,” Timothy answers. “Everything okay,” Y/N asks, raising her eyes. “Where’s Emily?” “She’s taking a nap. Not much else you can do around here unless you want Gallant to style your hair, or gossip about the grey’s with Coco,” he jokes. Y/N half smiles understandingly. “Yeah, I feel that. That’s why I’d rather escape this world and enter a completely new one,” Y/N explains, gesturing to her book. “You should try it.” “I have. I don’t know how many more books I can read,” he groans. “I’d rather just chill here with you, if that’s okay?” “Yeah, of course,” Y/N smiles. “If you need to talk about anything else, you know you can,” she adds. Timothy blows out a breath of frustration. “Yeah, I know. It’s just the same stuff honestly.” “What do you mean,” Y/N closes her book, setting it down on the coffee table in front of her and facing more towards Timothy. “I mean the same stuff of what we do here. It’s the same thing every day, same routine, nothing new. I wish I could take Emily out on a date, like a real date, treat her how she deserves -- and everything else couples, you know, do..” “Everything else,” Y/N teases, grinning and rolls her eyes playfully. Timothy smirks, “You know, but,” he shrugs. “All the rules, and the radiation, the state of the world, it just takes a toll on you after awhile.” “I know, I get it. And so does Emily,” Y/N assures. “You’re always so sweet with her, you do treat her the way she deserves considering where you are, and she knows this. You’re the perfect gentleman, honestly. I mean, you can only do so much without risking getting in trouble by Venable or Mead.” Timothy nods. “You’re a really sweet guy, Emily’s lucky. I wish more guys were like you. Well, before all this chaos happened,” Y/N states and looks away, her mind drifting off to Michael. “Oh come on, don’t act like you didn’t have your fair share of admirers who did the same thing.” Y/N looks at Timothy, narrowing her eyes. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I’m sure you had plenty of guys willing to take you out, trying to be the perfect guy just so they could get your attention.” Y/N laughs out a bit, “Uh, no. The complete opposite actually.” “No way,” Timothy narrows his eyes. “That can’t be true.” Y/N shrugs, “It is. There have never been any guys. No one ever.. asked me out, or anything. I’ve never even kissed someone before,” she admits, not wanting to tell him that she only just had her first kiss last night -- among other things. Timothy completely shocked over her words, finds it hard to believe. “What? Are you serious? But, you’re so beautiful.” Y/N smiles faintly. “Thanks but --” “No, I’m serious. You’re gorgeous,” he emphasizes, “I’m so sure you had plenty of admirers. Honestly, they probably didn’t do anything because they were intimidated. They were afraid of rejection so they didn’t act out on it. Guys are such pansies about that stuff,” he shakes his head. Y/N smiles more, “I don’t know. Maybe, thanks, but--” “I do know. I’m a guy, after all,” he gestures obviously. “If it weren’t for Emily and the strong connection we have, I’d probably be crushing on you hardcore.” Y/N laughs a bit, giving him a playful shove, Timothy laughing a bit along with her, teasing her some more about how she’s just that beautiful and isn’t aware of it. Saying she’s crazy to think anything different, back and forth playfulness occurring but all completely platonic.

“Excuse me,” Michael interjects, casually walking over towards the two as they look over at him, Y/N’s smile prior fading a bit. “I need to speak with Miss L/N about her interview.” Timothy raises his eyes and looks over at Y/N. “Privately,” Michael adds, gritting his teeth. “Oh, uh,” Timothy looks at Michael, nodding. “Sure. Yeah, okay.” He stands up, and glances at Y/N cautiously, as if warning her before he heads to the exit, leaving the room and the two alone. Y/N brushes her dress off as if there’s something on her and looks up at Michael as he strides confidently closer to her. She stands up, “Are you actually here for an ‘interview,’ or are you just --” “Do you think it’s okay to flirt with the entire Outpost?” Michael asks harshly. Y/N’s eyes raise, “Flirt? What?” “I fuck with you one time, and suddenly you think you can fuck around with the rest of everyone now here, too?” Y/N not thinking Michael is serious, laughs. “Um. You’re kidding, right? Timothy and I were just messing around. You know that, I’m sure. Don’t be crazy.” She tries to get past him, but he turns with her as she does and grabs her throat, causing Y/N’s eyes to widen, her hands grabbing over his hand on her. “Do I look like I’m kidding? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Michael glares, looking her up and down. Y/N swallows, trying to get a deep breath in but can’t from the hold of Michael. He lets her go with a rough force, causing Y/N to cough and hold around her own throat for comfort. She looks up at him, narrowing her eyes. “What the fuck is your problem?” Y/N calls out. “I didn’t do anything.” “You know exactly what you did. I don’t do the whole ‘sharing’ thing. Nor do I give second chances, so you better watch yourself before you regret it.” “Who the fuck are you? I didn’t do anything,” she glares, dropping her hand and tightening her hands into fists by her sides. “Timothy and I were just talking, and you have no right to come in here acting like some possessive asshole. You’re not my boyfriend or something, you can’t act like you have some ownership over me when you don’t. You can’t tell me what to do.” “Oh, contrary, I do, actually. I do own you now, sweetheart. You’re mine,” he glares while smirking. “Do I need to remind you of who had you coming within minutes last night?” Y/N flushes over his words, but holds her ground. “I didn’t sign up for any of this bullshit. If I knew you were going to be this much of a jerk, then I would have--” “Would have what,” he appears in front of her in the blink of an eye, their bodies pressing close together. Y/N presses her lips together, her eyes trailing over his face, to his lips. “If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working.” Michael cocks his head to the side a bit, raising his eyes. “I don’t have time for these mind games. I didn’t deal with any territorial, possessive assholes before, and I’m not going to start now. So I’d check your own behavior before accusing me of stupid bullshit that you know isn’t true. Jealousy isn’t cute, not even on you,” she sasses. “And I’m not yours, no matter what you say or do. I am mine before I am anyone else’s. So quit being such a damn prick and get over your own reckless insecurity.”

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Innocence Meets Corruption - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Part 3)

Summary: After Y/N can’t find sleep, she goes to see Michael, progressing further into their relationship and feelings for one another -- and figuring out what to do after Venable catches them.

Warnings: Third person POV, sexual situations, slightly fluffy! Michael, minor abuse (slapping), some swearing

After the day Y/N has had with Michael’s jealousy and the continuation of confusion over her feelings for him, she finds herself struggling to get to sleep. She’d been in bed already a few hours, trying to fall asleep, but her heart wouldn’t quit racing with thoughts of Michael. Her mind seemed to be overflowing, constantly and consistently thinking of Michael and the way she feels for him.

“Staring is rude,” Michael tells her as he lays back against his pillows again too. “I’m rude,” Y/N states. “You’re anything but,” he rolls his eyes. She purses her lips, looking even more cute than in general or when she was asleep. Michael grins over this, and finds himself wanting to lean over and kiss her. But he refrains. “What are you thinking about,” Y/N asks. Michael pauses a second, letting out a quiet deep breath. “An abundant of things.” “Like what?” She raises her eyes. Michael gives a look. “List a few,” she adds. He turns onto his side facing her a bit. “Well, the way you slept. How you came in here last night. Yesterday in the library and your smart ass mouth,” his eyes trial over her face, and then down her body. “The night before,” his eyes trail back up, “and how good it felt to touch you,” he admits alluringly. Y/N blushes a bit over his mouths, especially the last part. “There seems to be a common pattern going on there,” she mentions, trying to ignore the heat in her face. “So it seems,” Michael concurs, smirking a bit and reaches over to her, pulling her closer to his body, holding her against him. Y/N looks up at him shyly, seeming to melt from the way he feels against her, the way he looks at her. “You’re really confusing, you know. Michael doesn’t say anything as he continues to look at her with an unreadable expression. Y/N continues to melt from his hold around her, liking how she feels in his arms, against him, and the way she can feel him. Looking down, she bites her lip. Looking back at Michael, she whispers, “Should I... do something,” and begins to reach her hand down, brushing against his lower abdomen, fingers barely caressing over his hardness. Michael grabs her wrist, pulling her hand away and looking at her. “No,” he states, causing her cheeks to burn from his apparent rejection. “Only if you want to,” he adds. He lets go of her hand. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Y/N looking into his eyes, seeing a tenderness to them, a type of yearning that’s benevolent, says, “What if.. I want to?”

“Miss L/N,” Venable speaks. “We were just.. looking for you,” she grits. “Really? Why me?” She asks shyly. “You missed breakfast,” Mead points out. “We ask you to be present at each meal. It’s quite simple to follow,” Venable says, her hands tightening around the hold she has on her cane in front of her. “I'm sorry, I just, I wasn’t hungry,” Y/N lies. Venable steps closer to Y/N, “Where have you been?” “Um, the library. I was reading,” she says nonchalantly. “You weren’t there when we searched for you,” Mead says. Y/N stays quiet, eyes diverting away, trying to think of another excuse. Her heart begins to pound, but in an entirely different way compared to when she’s with Michael. “We checked on you last night, as we do with the members every now and again. Your bed seemed to not be slept in. And you are coming from the direction’s of Mr. Langdon’s room,” Venable states. “What are you implying,” Y/N narrows her eyes. “You’ve been with Michael,” Venable looks her up and down with disgust. "I.. I wasn’t. Not exactly. I mean, I was in the I--” Venable slaps Y/N across the face, making Y/N gasp and grab her cheek as she looks at Venable with wide eyes, the sting of the slap bringing tears to her eyes. ”Do not lie to me,” Venable hisses. “We know you were with him. You haven’t been in your room all night, missed breakfast, wearing your nightwear and robe,” Venable grits. “We know about what goes on around here. Do you think you can sleep your way to the sanctuary?” Y/N drops her hand. “I’d like to go to my room now. I won’t miss a meal again,” she says monotone. “No, you won’t,” Venable states. “You will instead be punis–” “What’s going on here,” Michael asks casually curiously, suddenly appearing from around the corner and standing beside Y/N in a smooth fashion. Mead glances at Venable. “Mr. Langdon,” Venable points. “I was reminding Miss L/N of the protocol we have here in Outpost 3. We have very strict rules, and she has brok–” “Rules?” Michael questions. “You mean, the rules you created and enforced yourself,” Michael smiles wickedly. Venable stays quiet. She looks at Y/N. Y/N narrows her eyes confused, looking at Venable with confusion. Venable looks back at Michael, who stares intently at her. “Rules I told you I was informed of in my directions from the cooperative,” Venable explains. “Mm, yes,” Michael hums. “The directions that you had to destroy after reading.” “The rules you were not apart of when being constructed, as stated prior, yes.” Michael, crossing his hands behind his back, steps over to Venable, invading her personal space. Looking her up and down, he speaks, “Miss L/N is exempt from all rules, punishment and protocol.” Mead raises her eyes. “Wh-What?” Venable stares shocked, trying to lean back for some space. “She can not–” “Oh she can be,” Michael states. “And she is. You are to leave her unbothered for the remaining time she is here.” “’Remaining time’? Does this mean she’s going to the sanctuary?” Venable questions. “It’s none of your concern,” Michael says coolly. “She is no longer your business or under your power and control.” “I – I,” Venable stunned, and left speechless. Michael steps back, standing by Y/N again. “And if you ever lay your hands on her again,” Michael glares. Venable narrows her eyes. “Well..” Michael trails off, a silent and malicious punishment implied, sending a shiver through Venable noticeably. Venable looks at Y/N, and Y/N stands quietly, face impassive but slight confusion rests on her face too. Venable looks back at Michael, who slightly squints at her as if saying, “You dare argue me?” Venable swallows, and says, “Ms. Mead,” after a moment. “Let us prepare for the announcement,” she says, staring at Michael harshly. Venable turns around slowly, using her cane to help her move as Mead turns and follows after her. They disappear down the hall, turning onto another hallway. Once gone, Y/N looks at Michael who turns his head to her. “Sorry I was a bit late,” Michael informs. “How could you have known,” she shrugs. “Thank you, though. Venable would have... killed me,” she widens her eyes, looking away. “No she wouldn’t have. I’ll never let anyone do anything to you.” Y/N looks at Michael, fighting a giddy smile from appearing on her lips. “Go get changed for the announcement,” Michael says, raising a hand to her face, letting his thumb brush gently where she was slapped on her cheek. His thumb caresses down and then over her lips softly. With a small smile, he drops his hand, turns and walks off, leaving Y/N with a fluttering heart.

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Innocence Meets Corruption - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Part 4)

Summary: After the Hallow’s Eve party is announced, Michael warns Y/N not to attend. Not understanding why and refusing to listen, Michael decides to open up to her about everything, resulting in some distressing consequences.

Warnings: Third person POV, tiny timeline change, some sexual situations, angst, fluff !

Tagged!: @storminmytwistedmind , @kerouacsroad

When almost everyone was gathered around in the dining hall, Venable announced that a Hallow’s Eve party would be occurring the next evening. She explained to everyone that there would be certain treats, games, and that everyone could dress up as best they could with what they have in the Outpost. Everyone was filled with immediate excitement and giddiness as this would be the first bit of fun everyone would have since the world had met it’s demise.

“What is it,” Y/N encourages, sitting up more as the silence draws on. Michael with his hands clasped together and hanging over between his knees as he leans over a bit in his chair, sighs. “I’m the.. antichrist,” he simply states upfront. Y/N blinks, not sure if she heard him properly. “What?” “I’m the antichrist,” Michael repeats. “The son of satan.” Y/N pauses for a beat, giving him a look, more so confused than anything. “It’s true,” Michael clarifies, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly, keeping his clasped hands rested on his lap. “I know how it sounds, but,” he shrugs. “It is.” Y/N still hesitating on a reply, laughs a bit. “Right, okay. Um. Interesting hook to your.. whatever story or news or information you need to tell me.” “That is what I needed to tell you,” he looks at her elusively. Y/N diverts her eyes away a second, thinking over his words. Looking back at him, she leans back too. “Okay. I’ll roll with it for a second. What does this have to do with anything?” “Being the antichrist comes with special abilities. Powers, you could say,” Michael half-shrugs. “Powers,” she repeats. “You heard of those witches at Robichaux's Academy? The school Cordelia Fox ran in New Orleans?” He says, an annoyed hiss emphasizing over the Supreme’s name. “Cordelia,” she narrows her eyes, thinking a minute. “Uh, yeah, I remember hearing about them on the news long ago, but, weren’t they witches?” “There is also a school called Hawthorne’s -- for warlocks,” he gestures. “Everyone assumed that’s what I was, as I had all of the same abilities a warlock would have, and more.” Y/N shakes her head a bit, “So?” “So. Through my abilities I can sense certain things through people, among a variety of other capabilities. You know how I could always tell when you’re nervous, or embarrassed. It’s the same with everyone else, including Venable, and I know what she’s up to, for the party. And it’s not good. It’s very -- bad,” he words it vaguely.

Michael kneels onto one knee in front of her and reaches out for her hand. “I know this all seems crazy. Usually I wouldn’t care if someone believed. But it’s different with you, and I need you to try and understand.” “Understand,” she laughs humorlessly and looks up, pulling her hand back once his fingers brush against hers. “Understand that you’re the son of evil? And if you’re not, then you’re just fucking insane and think you are? Those are my only two options at this point and neither sound very appealing.” “I wanted to tell you this so you would understand why you can’t go to the party,” Michael explains. “Party,” she calls and stands up, causing Michael to kneel back and stand up too. “Forget the party, who gives a shit about that right now? Clearly there’s a bigger issue going on.” “The party is important because Venable is going to poison and kill everyone there. And I don’t want you to be apart of it,” Michael states a bit aggressively. Y/N’s eyes narrow in confusion, whispering, “What?” “Venable received apples earlier this week and she plans on injecting them with snake venom. She’ll give them out as treats tomorrow at the party, and therefore everyone will die.” “W-Why would she do that?” She asks horrified. “How do you know that?” “Like I told you. Because of who I am.” “Because of who you are you know she’s going to do this? No, no, it,” she shakes her head. “This is crazy, if...” She trails off. “If this is true, can’t you stop it then?” She urges. “If she’s going to do this, can’t you do something and stop her from poisoning everyone?” Michael stares at her. “Unless,” her face drops. “You want her to.” She pauses, stepping back away from him. “You want her to kill everyone.” Michael clasps his hands behind his back. “You are the son of..” she says, looking him up and down confused. “But it doesn’t make sense. You -- You can’t be.” “But I am. And I refuse to let you go. I need you to understand and accept this about me.” Y/N stares at him for a long moment. Her face is unreadable, even to Michael as she just looks at him, her eyes staying on his face. She shakes her head. “I need to go,” she says, stepping off towards the door. “Y/N, wait. Don’t be afraid,” Michael reaches out for her wrist, grabbing her. “Let go of me,” she says, looking back at him. “Don’t be afraid, let me explain and tell you everything.” “Let go of me,” Y/N calls out, pulling on her wrist and out of Michael’s grasp. “I need you to just leave me the fuck alone right now,” she glares and hurries to his door, opening it and rushing out.

Turning towards him a bit, she drops his hand, and gives a shy but serious look. “You can’t do that,” Y/N says. “Can’t do what? Touch you?” Michael grins and reaches his hand towards her again. Brushing the back of his fingers along her cleavage, he trails them down over her breast, and lower, Y/N sucking in a subtle breath. His hand falls further, brushing along her slit and up to her clit, rubbing a gentle circle against her. Y/N breathes out, closing her eyes. She bites her lip, feeling the familiar sense of pleasure from before when Michael did this, along with his own hardness pressing against her. Though she doesn’t want to, she grabs his hand and stops him again. “Yes, that. Touching,” she clears her throat, “me. You can’t touch me.” Opening her eyes, she looks at Michael who looks at her with an unconvinced expression. “I just, I want to talk about things first,” she whispers. “About what? What I told you earlier?” Michael clarifies. “Yes, that.” “Not right now,” he scoots a bit to her. “I want you to relax, to rest your mind, let it all process for awhile.” “I’ve had time. I want to talk about it now.” “It’s been hardly any time at all. And, I want you to relax instead. I want to take care of you, I want to make you feel good,” he whispers enticingly, leaning over and pressing his lips to her neck softly, the back of his fingers trailing over her breast again. Y/N bites her lip again, turning her head a bit to give him more room to kiss along her skin out of instinct, but pulls his hand back again, causing Michael to drop his hand and looks at her. “You never play fair.” Michael raises his head up confidently. “I never have.” “Can we just.. talk, please?” She pleads. Michael sighs. “We need to talk about it.” Michael doesn’t say anything, not really wanting to. “Tell me. How this started? How this -- How all of this came to be?” She narrows her eyes. “I don’t believe it.” “You don’t believe it?” He looks at her bemused. “I mean, I do. From what I’ve seen now, clearly. Just...” she trails off. “If you’re the antichrist, then.. shouldn’t you be the epitome of evil? Considering you’re the son of satan?” Michael remains quiet. “I don’t know everything you’ve done, but.. You don’t, you don’t have that vibe, that kind of energy.” “Maybe not around you,” Michael points out nonchalantly. “Do you treat others differently then? Are you more harsh with them?” She asks. “Obviously. I don’t take baths with all the people I encounter,” he says sarcastically. Y/N rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean.” “It’s complicated.” “Why does it have to be complicated?” Michael releases a deep breath. “Why you?” She asks. “How did you become, you know?” Michael pushes strands of fallen hair behind her ear. “It’s a lot to say, and would be a lot to take in.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Y/N says. Michael gives a look. “Not anymore,” she glares a bit. “Give me a break. How did you want me to first react to you telling me you are the antichrist? Skip around all smiley?” “Maybe,” Michael states seriously. “Sorry to disappoint,” she says monotone. “Just trust me. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t want to.” Michael raises his eyes with concern, but her words cause a sweet tenderness to flow through him too. “You asked me to trust you, and I have. I am -- I do. So, trust me now. I wanna know, I want to understand,” she shrugs a bit. “How did this all come to be?”

“Y/N?” Michael says, pulling her from her thoughts. Looking at him, she says, “Yes?” “What are you thinking? What is going through that mind of yours,” Michael asks, almost desperately. “I’m.. I’m thinking how, none of this is your fault.” Michael narrows his eyes. “I mean, yes you have done some awful things,” Y/N says disappointed, diverting her eyes away. “But, you only did what you were pushed into,” she looks back at him. “Pushed into?” Michael narrows his eyes, almost glaring. “I mean that in the most understanding way possible,” Y/N tries. “All your life, everyone gave up on you,” Y/N states. “Constance, Vivian, Tate, Ben... Everyone else either used or tried to destroy you because of your title. A title that was forced onto you. You tried to be good, to be better. You fell off the deep end a bit, or, a lot,” Y/N sighs, referring to the couple Michael burned into nonexistence at the Murder House. “But then, Ben gave up on you, and you were visibly hurt, guilty and upset over what you had done, like you didn’t even know. You were just a kid. You didn’t understand. No one understood you, ever. And of course you clung to whatever constant and positivity you could. All you’ve ever wanted was acceptance and lov--” “Y/N, I appreciate the sentiment, but--” Michael interjects. “No buts,” Y/N cuts him off, facing more towards him in the bath. “Earlier you said, ‘See me.’ And I do. I see you. You, who’s not the antichrist, the son of satan, who has done these horrible things or has been hurt and rejected in the past by everyone you cared about.” Michael’s prior expression fades. “But the you, the Michael who’s tender and sweet, a bit cocky,” Y/N points out and Michael smirks a bit for a second, “and the one who ultimately wants to love and be loved in return.” Michael sighs. “You needed some TLC, you never got that and now...” she trails off. “None of that matters,” Michael says. Y/N looks at him confused. “Not anymore, at least. Whether everything you said is true or not, it’s irrelevant at this point,” Michael starts, grabbing Y/N’s hand. “Now, I’ve met you, and you’re changing the course.” He sighs. “I’ve done some unspeakable things, as you know. But no matter what, I will never hurt you.” “You already have Michael. With what you’ve done to the world,” Y/N states. Michael frowns, feeling guilty for the first time in what he’s done. “But, I also understand,” she assures. “In a weird, morbid way,” Y/N shakes her head a bit. “Not saying I approve,” she rolls her eyes. “But I still think there’s hope for you.” “Hope,” Michael repeats vexed. “Maybe you just need some help. Just need someone there to not give up on you when things go wrong or seem bad. That’s all.”