headcanons for Michael Langdon dating Cordelia’s daughter
*EDIT* Longer version is now available, HERE
Oooo I love this. This is more of a short imagine bc I love Michael and got carried away
You two meet when you’re young, before the bomb. You go to the ‘meeting’ with your mom and the others, dressed in the typical black attire. As you’re leaving the compound, is when you meet him. He shows up with Queenie and Maddison, two of your old friends. Your breath hitches, and before you can think, you’re running towards the two of them. But then, your mom faints behind you, and Queenie and Maddison are rushing towards her. You pause, looking from your mom towards the mysterious boy. He has a smug smirk on his face, as though he’s looking down upon the world, you included.
“Thanks…” Is all you’re able to breath out, before rushing back to your mothers side, along the others.
You and Michael have sporadic meetings from there on out. You see each other often, especially since he’s now challenging your mothers title, but it’s never as long or as often as you like. Because even though you shouldn’t, you’ve grown feelings for the blond. Over time, his hair grows longer and his fashion becomes more refined. The scared little boy becomes a confident man, and you’re left to believe you had only imagined those tearful eyes you had seen before.
It only takes a year for the two of you to become official. It’s secret, kept hidden from the witches and warlocks alike. You two confide in one another as though your world was ending tomorrow. You love like it’s your last day on earth. And you hide, as though the stars were falling from the sky.
And eventually, that all comes true. Two years later, you’re being rushed to the compound you had stepped foot in so many years ago. The words of your mother, mentors, and friends echoing in your head. But all you can see are bright blue eyes, and long, golden locks. All you cry for is the loss of him. Of Michael.
For 18 months, you want nothing more than to jab a fork in your eye. For 18 months, you find solace in the fact that one day, the cubes will run out. For 18 months, you find abstract comfort in the familiarity of Ms.Venable’s face. For 18 months, you’re alone.
But then there’s an intruder. Someone breaching the gates, and welcoming themselves inside. The second you see those familiar, black pointed shoes walk across the threshold, your out of your seat. You knock over a chair, and a few cups. You nearly trip over the rug under your feet and Coco’s outstretched foot. But you make it to him in one piece. You make it into his outstretched arms, gripping onto the back of his red jacket, as though it was made of salvation itself. Your fingers curl around the familiar locks of hair as you struggle to bring your breath back into your body. For a moment, you can’t register if you’re having a panic attack, hallucinating, or dying. But then Michael is hugging you back. Pulling your body tightly against his, and mock your dinner wear in your ear. And suddenly you can breathe again. Suddenly, you’re grateful you never ran out of food. Suddenly, Ms.Venable doesn’t seem all that familiar. Suddenly, you’re crying.
“Uhm… did we miss something?” Coco’s voice is unmistakable against the shocked silence.
“Hm, no. This is none of your concern. In due time, you will learn why I’m here. But until then, you will excuse us.” Michael’s voice, filled with articulation and sophistacion is breathed just above your ear. It makes you cry even more.
Once you’ve been brought to Michael’s room, he fills you in on everything. The so-called cooperative, Ms.Venable and Ms.Mead’s false rules. The chosen few who will make it to the sanctuary. He doesn’t leave anything out. When you ask of your mother and coven, Michael simply smiles.
“They’re well.” Is all he says. And you don’t pry. Things are suddenly good again, and the world doesn’t seem so destroyed.
(Fucking rip that ending guys lmfao)