#vampire michael

[phenofeesh]

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[michaeljacksonsbuckles]

Im sure you guys know where im going with this

[7-wonders]

Interview With the Vampire (Vampire!Michael Langdon)

Summary: Well, if you have no choice but to be in close contact with a vampire, you're going to ask him everything you've ever wanted to know about such creatures.

Word Count: 1652

Just a short lil thing establishing some more world-building and sexual tension between Michael and reader! Find all of my previous vampire!Michael writings here.

“I’ve been doing some research, and I have a couple of questions,” you tell Michael, who looks up at you from the book that he’s reading and cocks an eyebrow curiously.

“I get the distinct impression that I should be worried.”

In the two days that you’ve spent with Michael since the then-unknown blood bond had forced you to spend time with him, you’ve found that he’s not nearly as pompous as he’s seemed in your other interactions with him. Sure, he still has the haughty energy that comes with believing vampires (specifically he, the first vampire) are superior to humans, and he continues to talk and act as though he’s been alive for centuries–which makes sense, considering that he has, actually, been alive for centuries. But, having no choice but to be in close contact with him, you begin to learn the man behind the monster, for lack of a better term.

Michael’s funny, in an odd way, like he doesn’t really know that he’s said something funny until after you’ve let out a surprised laugh. He’s attuned to everything around him, letting nothing slip by. Including your emotional wellbeing, frustratingly enough. Part of you thinks that this is just because of the blood bond that you’re stuck with for a couple more weeks.

He’s always up for a debate or a conversation about anything: art, music, philosophy, literature. He even puts up with your attempts to try and bring him up to speed on the 21st century, though you think you lost him when you tried to go over the earth shattering event known as One Direction breaking up.

Dare you say it? You’ve…enjoyed spending time with Michael Langdon, Antichrist, vampire extraordinaire, and, technically, your boss. You want to say that it’s the blood bond that’s making him so tolerable, but you also know the type of people that you like to spend time with, and you know that you and Michael would get along extremely well were you not in the current situation.

“You can’t blame me for being curious!” you exclaim. “After all, I’ve never met a vampire before.”

“Ah, I should have known.” Grabbing a bookmark (because of course he would never dare to bend the corner of a page to mark his place), he closes the book and places it next to him. “So? Ask away.”

You pull up the notes app on your phone. “Okay, so–”

“You have a list of questions?” Michael interrupts.

“I said you can’t blame me!” you snap. “Anyways, my first question: garlic?”

His lips twitch. “Is that your question? ‘Garlic?’”

“Yes. Does it affect you, how does it affect you, will it kill you, et cetera.”

“It is not very pleasant, but it is not fatal. I would liken it to an allergic reaction.”

You nod, satisfied with his answer. “Do you sleep?”

This time, he can’t help but laugh. “Where did you come up with such ludicrous questions? Some teen supernatural romance novel?”

You avert your eyes, the shame of him being spot on too much to bear when it comes to looking at him. Mentally, you make a note: Twilight does not get anything correct about vampire lore.

“But yes, I do sleep, and it does not have to be during the day, nor do I rest in a coffin. A room with blackout curtains suffices.” Michael pulls you to him with ease, and your heart flutters at the contact. Having a very attractive man constantly touching you has definitely not been one of the cons of the blood bond. “You need not be ashamed, Y/N. I assume these are perfectly natural questions that every human would have if they were to meet a vampire.”

“So you’re still okay with me asking about vampires?”

Michael nods. “Continue.”

You decide that you might as well go big or go home. “What are a vampire’s weaknesses?”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Laughing, you lean your head against Michael’s shoulder before remembering whose shoulder it is. You hesitate, but decide to stay there. It’s not as if Michael seems to mind. “I highly doubt I could kill you even if I had an arsenal at my disposal. Still, I’m curious. Silver? Sunlight? Stake to the heart?”

“A stake to the heart would kill anyone, human or supernatural.”

“Touché.”

“Silver weakens us, as well as a certain plant that I will not give you the name of at this point in time.”

Indignation fills your chest. “Why not?”

He grins, and you think you see a flash of fangs. “I am not quite sure if you can be fully trusted yet.”

“You can feel my emotions right now! You’d know if I had murderous intentions.”

Michael shrugs. “Time will tell. Sunlight is actually far more harmful.”

“It is?”

“With modern technology, it has become easier to be safely outside during the day. If I were to get caught outside without any protection, I would begin to burn. After a minute of excruciating agony, I would finally burst into flames.”

“Have you…ever been caught in the sun?” you whisper. Now, it’s Michael’s turn to avert his eyes.

“A few times. Only once did I come close to death, though.”

That sounds like such a disturbing way to die, and you feel bad for any vampire that has ever experienced that death. “I’m so sorry, that sounds terrible.”

He waves his hand, as if it was just a minor inconvenience and not a near-death experience. “When one has been around for as long as myself, there are bound to be a few…tragic mishaps. Are you finished with your questions?”

“Um…” you glance down at your phone, deciding to do this rapid-fire style. “Can you see yourself in a mirror?”

“Yes, now that mirrors are not backed with silver.”

“Do you have a shadow?”

“I am undead, not a ghost.”

“Do crucifixes and holy water repel you?”

“Yes, but that is due to my being the Antichrist. Vampires are not affected by such things.”

“I know that you have mind control powers and super strength, but do you have super speed too?” At what feels like the speed of light, Michael moves from his spot next to you to the chair at the other side of the room. You laugh in disbelief, and Michael smirks before elegantly crossing one leg over the other.

“Is your next question going to be if I can turn into a bat? Because the answer to that is no.”

You meet his eyes. Go big or go home, you suppose, and make the decision to ask the question that’s been present on your mind since you first confronted Michael about what he was. “Do you still want to kill me?” you whisper.

He breathes deeply, and you can feel the way that the air around you changes, becoming more alive with electricity coming from both nowhere and everywhere. “No, I do not want to kill you. Your blood is far too delicious to savor only once, and I would miss your acquaintance were I to kill you. However, there are times where I am tempted to keep you as my own personal blood bank.”

That absolutely, 100% should not be erotic. Yet you can’t deny that it absolutely, 100% is. Your pulse thrums under your skin, and Michael’s smirk widens to a grin as he tilts his head in a predator-like manner. Again, he moves too fast for you to comprehend until you’re lying on your back and Michael’s hovering above you with his fangs bared.

“Does the thought of that excite you, little one?” He drags his fangs down the exposed skin of your neck, and you gasp as he leaves goosebumps in his wake. “Mmm, it does. I can smell it.”

You’re acutely aware of the fact that he could quite easily tear open your throat and drain you of your blood right here. Instead of that, however, he lays a gentle kiss on your neck before pulling away.

“Not now,” Michael says, more to himself than to you. “You shall be the one to come to me, and of your own free will. Until then, I will leave you be.”

You look at him in indignation. “Wha–seriously?”

“I am nothing if not a gentleman, Y/N, and I must apologize for losing myself for a moment. As I said, nothing will happen between us until after the blood bond breaks. You are far too vulnerable right now, and I will not take advantage of you in such a way.”

If you weren’t insanely riled up at this moment, you would be flattered that Michael is a man of honor who refuses to let outside forces sway your feelings. As it stands, though, you’re more upset than flattered. “Fine,” you grumble. “Will you at least read to me and stroke my hair?” The neediness of the bond has made you a lot more vocal about what you want. If you have to be touched, you’re going to enjoy it.

Michael smiles. “Yes, I can do that. Do you have a particular book in mind?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think. “Dracula, The Vampire Diaries, Twilight, Carmilla–”

“Funny,” he deadpans. Grabbing the book he had previously been reading, The Haunting of Hill House, he settles next to you and gestures for you to get comfortable. Having lost all shame around him, you eagerly lay your head on his lap and look up at him as he opens the book. Your eyes flutter as Michael’s long fingers card through your hair, and once he’s assured that you’re comfortable, he begins to read in his lilting voice. “‘It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed…’”

[jack-is-lost]

Finally did a full version of this short clip I did. I really want to get a fancy video editing program at some point. So I can do all those cool transitions and effects, but until then this is all I can really manage to do. 

Movie: The Lost Boys (1987) Song Credit: Monster by Fight The Fade Time: Give or take about six hours  Click here for more fan-made video edits I’ve done

[dyns33]

Different and the same

So I decided to do the Geralt x vampire Michael x Reader thing... 

As always, it’s super soft and full of stupidity, but if you read me, you know that already. Poke to @lovelylangdonx @celestialrequiem and @instincts-baby​, you seemed to like the idea, I hope you will not find the result too bad. 

I love to do weird AU!, I just love that, I’m sorry ! 

They were very similar.

Both had had a difficult childhood, if we could speak of childhood.

Geralt didn't know who his father was and the memories he had of his mother were rather hazy. The last was the day she had abandoned him by the side of a road, near Kaer Morhen, for the Witchers to find.

Michael was born a vampire, and he had grown up very quickly, the time not passing the same for his kind. His parents had died when he was still very young, and thereafter, everyone who had approached him had suffered the same fate, killed by humans, or left to die of fatigue.

Both therefore thought that they were not worthy of love.

They were strong, almost immortal, silent and mysterious. In the tales, they were monsters.

Yet witchers weren't monsters, they were monster slayers. Maybe mutants, not really humans anymore, but not enemies. The higher vampires were classified as monsters, but they were mostly creatures endowed with intelligence and capable of feelings. Most of them didn't need to kill for food, and they were able to live with humans.

In fact, witchers and higher vampires only killed when needed, mostly to defend themselves, or to defend those they loved, or who had paid them. There were of course exceptions, assholes or lunatics. Same for the humans.

Geralt and Michael weren't crazy or assholes.

They never spoke of their first meeting, but they seemed to know each other for a long time. Maybe the former had been hired to chase the latter, and they had found common ground. They must have felt they were similar.

They felt alone. Despite their choice family, and the few friends they had, they were quite alone. Rejected by the rest of the world, who didn't think they could have good hearts.

Y/N didn't think so. When she was little, witchers had saved her village, and although they were tall and impressive, she hadn't been afraid of them. They were heroes, even if they were just doing their job. As for vampires, she had never met one before Michael, but she had heard stories about them, and… she felt sorry for them. Living in the shadows, having to drink blood, not getting old, that couldn't be an easy life.

So when she crossed their path, Y/N hadn't been afraid, and they had felt it. They had been intrigued. It didn't happen often, at least not with humans. Elves, dwarves, sorceresses, yes, but rarely humans. Jaskier, kind but noisy Jaskier, was not always the best travelling companion. In addition, they were suspicious of humans.

Y/N was not like them. The proverb might say that opposites attracted, but she found it more normal that Geralt and Michael were together, rather than wanting her. Not because they were heartless monsters, but because she wasn't good enough. Especially compared to Yennefer or Mallory.

Of course they said it was in the past.

They weren't going to lie and say that they never loved these witches, but they were just friends now. It was not the problem. Y/N was not like them. Not as strong as Yennefer, not as good looking as Mallory, and most importantly not as durable. One day, very soon, she would be old, and she would die.

They never talked about it. She wasn't even sure they had thought of it.

Because, to Y/N, it seemed impossible that they could love her. That they found her funny, distracting, like a pet or a toy, it was more likely. They cared about her, but only for a short time, then they would find something else.

Their behaviour was not helping.

Michael was always polite and charming, to everyone, but there was also a little sarcasm in his voice, contempt in his smile, and it was hard to know what the vampire was really thinking then. Geralt was not talking much.

With them, actions spoke louder than words, but since they helped a lot of people, Y/N wasn't sure if she really mattered as much as they claimed. It hurt, but she loved them more than anything, so she accepted what they gave her, as much time as they would give her, doing everything she could so that they didn't notice it.

Of course, the witcher and the vampire had noticed it. Anyway, not really what this 'it' was, but they had sensed that something was wrong.

           "Does my little kitten want a bath ?"

           "Uh, no, thank you Michael." Y/N replied shyly, wondering if she smelled bad.

           "A bed then. We can find an inn for the night, can't we Geralt ?"

           "Hmm."

           "I'll massage your feet, my love."

           "I…" she stammered. "Thank you ?"

           "Stop." Geralt growled. "You are annoying."

           "I don't see how what I'm saying irritates you my dear witcher."

           "I wasn't talking about myself."

When Geralt sensed there was a problem, his solution was to step back and observe the situation, in silence. Unfortunately, when it came to human relationships, he wasn't very good, and that didn't help.

Michael wasn't necessarily more gifted. He would talk, ask questions, but when it came to someone he loved, he wasn't always blunt. He was testing the waters, fishing for clues. Thanked of that, they knew at least now that Y/N wasn't tired from the trip, and that she wasn't upset because they weren't hugging her enough.

They would have preferred it to be that, because it was an easy problem to solve.

Something thing may be a real challenge for them. Especially if it was what they imagined, their greatest fear.

           "She wants to leave." Geralt muttered as Y/N fell asleep against him.

           "Don't say that, it's not certain. There may be other explanations."

           "Like what ? She's unhappy, that's obvious. And... She has every reason to be. She should find someone else, a suitable lover."

           "Talk for you." Michael hissed.

           "You know what I mean. A human. She deserves to be happy, she shouldn't be with… With us."

           "I prefer when you're not talking."

Michael agreed with Geralt, and that was what hurt the most. They hated themselves. Michael had been born like this, Geralt had been raised by Vesemir, they had no choice but they hated who they were. They couldn't understand why such a sweet, beautiful, perfect young girl could love them.

At first they thought she was a little crazy. Curious and fearless, she dreamed of adventures. Something new, exciting. Then she would leave. But like the bard or Miss Mead, she had stayed longer than the others, seeing them in situations that would have scared normal people away.

A fantasy then. The desire to be close to danger. So they had given her a night with them. Then another one. Then all their nights, and their days, and Y/N was still there.

They then had to accept that she really loved them, which proved her madness, and complicated things, because they loved her too, they wanted to keep her, knowing that it was not possible, that was not fair to her.

Soon she would realize it, she wasn't stupid, and she would go. They had to accept it. They had prepared for it and when the time came, despite their grief, they would respect her decision. No Axii, no bite, no sweet words. If they loved her, they had to let her go.

The next day, Y/N was still painfully silent, but she continued to follow them, laughing when Michael complimented her and smiling when Geralt growled.

The witcher found a contract in a small village, where they took a room in an inn. Normally, with a hunt, Geralt preferred to camp in the woods, but it had been several days since they had the comfort of a bed, and he wanted to please Y/N, so that she would forget her departure cravings.

Before opening the door, he hesitated, sighing and blushing, he turned around to kiss her on the forehead and rushed out of the room, under Michael's amused gaze. It didn't seem to make Y/N laugh so much.

           "It was… weird." she noted.

           "It was just Geralt. Our dear idiot. Rest my love, you deserved it. I'm going to ask for a nice meal and some hot water so you can take a bath."

The appetite was there, she sang as she washed, but when it came time to sleep, Y/N was unable to close her eyes, let alone relax, even when Michael crawled against her to cuddle her. He smelled her fear, and hating the smell, so he dared to ask.

           "What's wrong sweetheart ?"

           "... Do you think Geralt will come back ?"

           "Of course. He knows what he's doing."

           "But that kiss… Maybe he wasn't sure to be strong enough ? You should go and see. If he needs help… If he's hurt…"

           "And I would leave you here alone ?" Michael mumbled.

           "I could come, but if the monster is still alive, Geralt won't be happy. He doesn't like me being too close. If he gets mad you'll have to say it's your fault, I don't want him yelling at me."

           "He'll never yell at you. And he's going to come back, sleep now."

But Y/N still refused to sleep, staring at the door and straining her ears, listening for noises in the night, but everything was awfully quiet. It was not normal. She shook Michael's arm, insisting that he go get Geralt.

           "No." the vampire said firmly.

           "Why ?! What if he needed you ?"

           "Maybe, but he'll never forgive me if I leave you and then you..."

           "I what ?"

           "If you take the opportunity to leave."

           "Leave ?"

The door finally ceased to interest her, hier attention then focused exclusively on Michael, who was grimacing. He was old, he shouldn't behave like a child and so he cursed himself for not being able to hold his tongue. But it was stronger than him, he didn't want her to go. This discussion seemed necessary.

           "Do you want me to leave  ?" Y/N asked timidly.

           "Quite the opposite, my love. Geralt and I would like to keep you forever, but we know that's not what you want. Your behaviour has been pretty clear for a while. I want you to know that we love you, and that we will not force you to stay, but if you would do us the honour of loving back, then we will be fulfilled."

           "But… I don't want to leave Michael. It's just… One day you'll get tired of me, I know that. I'm just a human. I'll be an old woman soon, then I would be dead. I don't want to leave, but I have no choice. "

           "My Y/N ! So this is what bothers you so much ? Know then that I will bite you if you ask me ! You will become my equal, I will teach you to feed you, I will keep you near me and we will watch on our adorable witcher, until he accepts that I transform him too."

           "Really ? You would do that ?"

           "You doubt it ? I've been dreaming of biting you since we first met. You are so fragile, and you smell so good. Your skin... Your neck... It's an invitation to sin, my love. It's always very hard for me when you hurt yourself, I have to hold back when I smell your sweet blood, you are so..."

           "MICHAEL !"

Fortunately they hadn't locked the door, because otherwise Geralt would probably have destroyed it and they would have been in trouble with the innkeeper. Covered in mud and sweat, eyes still dark from his potions, the witcher approached the bed dangerously, his sword in one hand, in an attempt to grab the vampire with the other. But Michael went faster than him, disappearing in a flash to teleport behind his back and pin him to the ground.

           "You have the wrong prey, my little Geralt."

           "You don't have the right to bite her, you know that ! You promised !"

           "Come on witcher, I promised not to force her. And I wasn't going to do it right now, we were just talking. This is a big misunderstanding, so will you stop growling ? You're scaring our dear Y/N."

Michael was wrong, she was not afraid. She was hurt. Geralt's words were spinning in her head, without her understanding what he meant, why he didn't want her to become a vampire. Didn't he want her to become immortal ? That she stay with them forever ?

           "I knew he didn't want me."

           "What ?" Geralt startled, immediately calming himself up as he looked up at her. "What ?!"

           "You're an idiot, little wolf. She doesn't want to leave, she thinks that's what we want. I was just explaining to her that she had a choice, I offered her that option. Don't cry my love, Geralt loves you deeply,, and he thought I was forcing your hand."

After the conjunction of the spheres, Michael found himself alone, trapped in this world. After left by his mother, Geralt had become a mutant. They wanted her to be the choice, while being persuaded not to be worthy of her. Because they were... monsters. Y/N didn't like them saying this, much less than they thought, because it wasn't true.

Of course Geralt didn't like the idea of her having to drink blood, but he trusted Michael as a maker. He would even let her drink on him. And, one day, maybe, he would accept the biting too.

           "So... I want to stay and you want me to stay."

           "Yes my love."

           "Even though I'm not..."

           "You are perfect." Geralt growled. "Perfect."

           "If you're scared of aging, let me point out that we've been together for a while now and you haven't changed much. I suspect elf blood. Or mermaid. Fairy ? Whatever. I'll turn you when you want."

           "We could also..."

           "No." Michael said.

           "If we find the right wording..."

           "No Geralt."

           "Let me finish." sighed the witcher.

           "No, Geralt, no djinn."

As the vampire and the witcher bickered, Y/N couldn't help but smile, knowing that their life would always be like this, for all eternity, despite time and change, and when there were no more monsters, magic, or hunting.

Elves and hobbits would hide in the forests, dwarves, dopplers and vampires would merge among humans in the cities, and they would always be together, Michael teasing his lovers, Geralt growling when he sensed danger, and her to hug them as they always deserved it.

[jimmlangdon]

Vampire Michael

[noxrose]

The Lost Boys shoes

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Layla Karis Balfour finished her Lost Boys shoes! She painted David and Michael on them herself! Talk about a talented woman! 

[angelicmichael]

hehehe im here with a prompt for michael “Can you feel the blood draining from your body?” Thenk youuuuu- Michaellangdonstanaccount

A/N: thank you for requesting this ♥️♥️ so I did this with Vampire! Michael because I’ve always wanted to write for Vampire Michael and I saw the opportunity w this and took it haha. I feel like this starts out being sexy and fluffy and then it just nosedives into complete angst so.. get ready hehe.

Warnings: Michael drinks readers blood so, if blood freaks you out than please skip this haha. There is a major death in this, I don’t wanna spoil the fic but someone dies 😶 and it’s described heavily so expect major angst!

You’d think having a vampire boyfriend would complicate a relationship but it didn’t really. If anything it made you feel safer than dating any human would, you knew Michael could protect you. Easily.

You and Michael had been together for atleast two years; and you’ve done everything together. You’ve traveled the world together and even moved in but there was one thing that you two hadn’t done.. You hadn’t let him drink him from you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or love him enough to do this, it’s just that you were nervous. Nervous to try something new and as jarring as to literally put your life in your boyfriends hands. But nevertheless, you finally agreed and caved in.

You weren’t too nervous though, you knew you would be safe with Michael. You always were and would be.

Now you were in your house that you shared with Michael, on the couch. You insisted on doing this in the bathroom just in case things got messy but Michael insisted to do it either in the bedroom or on the couch; somewhere where you would be most comfortable.

Your neck had already been prepped and cleaned.. Now you waited anxiously. The room was kept extremly dim; no lights were turned on. The only light source came from several candles that were scattered around the room. The couch was velvet, and warm against your skin. You lied down while Michael lay next to you, also his idea.

“Are you ready”?

You heard Michaels voice from beside you; it was deep and sultry. It probably would’ve been considered sexy in a normal circumstance where you weren’t about to have your blood sucked from you like a damn caprisun.

You merely nodded and added a quiet, “Yes”.

That’s all it took. You felt like a statue as you felt Michaels lips gently kiss your neck. You felt his lips continue to move; it was almost as if he was trying to leave a hickey.. and then - you felt his teeth.

The puncture of Michael actually biting you was quick. You winced, your fingers curled and dig into the velvet couch below you and you let out a hum - not one of pleasure but one of slight discomfort and a bit of pain.

You felt Michael start to melt into you as he got more comfortable. His head and shoulders relaxed and you felt his soft blonde hair tickle your face and neck; the scent of his shampoo seemed to relax you and distract you of the fleeting pain that was gently throbbing in your neck. His hands gently gripped your arms for support.

However; the feeling of being faint and weak seemed to suddenly hit you like a freight train. The room was quickly growing darker and darker and you were breathing faster and faster. Your body started to feel static and numb from the loss of blood.. At this rate you were going to pass out.

“Michael.. stop”. You weakly croaked out. You felt Michael pull away from your neck; it was the hot breath and the panting that told you he had stopped drinking from you.. You could still feel the blood rushing from your neck though.

“Can you feel the blood draining from your body”? Michael asked. His voice thick.

“Yes! Please.. stop”. Your voice ended as a mere whisper at the end of your sentence. You could only hope that Michael heard you. However; the last thing you felt before you completely lost consciousness was Michaels lips on your neck once again.

—-

Michael seemed to go into a frenzy the second his lips touched your neck. He first felt confident in himself enough at first to know he wouldn’t hurt you but those feelings immeaditly subsided once he tasted your sweet blood in his mouth. It was sweeter than sugar; sweeter than honey. All rational thought left his mind and he seemed to go completly primal.

Your pleading; you begging him to stop did nothing to Michael. Even when you lost consciousness he kept going; it was only until he felt the fresh sweet taste of your blood start to dull and turn bitter was when he stopped. The weird ‘blackout’ he seemed to be in was over.

His worst nightmare had came true. He hurt you. He fucking killed you. The color of your skin; the fact that your blood was no longer fresh; and the fact that your heart was no longer beating.. it was obvious you were fucking dead.

Michael screamed. He fell to his knees immeaditly as tears quickly fell down his face and onto his clothes, and even onto your corpse. He held onto you and sobbed.

He couldn’t help but think how the hell he was going to carry on with this guilt; this grief for the rest of eternity. He was immortal after all.

He honestly had never wished to be a mortal, human more than he had in this moment. If only he was human, at least he would be comforted with the idea that at least one day the grief would end.

But for now; he was stuck with the truth that he had killed you in cold blood. And he would have to live with that. Forever.

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