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12 Days of Christmas (Joe Mazzello Edition) - Day 8

“Ultimately I went with Murray because he’s just so much fun…but he’s like a psycho. He’s like a totally normal guy when you’re just hanging out talking but when he plays this game, he just gets so frustrated and he just goes berserk.” - Joe Mazzello

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imperatricewitch

American Horror Story

apocalypse

unknownauthor

My Queen

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y’all I’ve been sleeping on my MAIN man I’m sorry bby

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Always my smol baby boy

maeriye

auntichristt

Well…That was hot…I’m Dead..

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American Horror Story: Apocalypse

sevenwonderwitch

Safe

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Summary: When Constance decides to leave Michael for dead, the reader sees him and intervenes

A/N: I’m behind on the Michael love train, but I finally watched Apocalypse and loved it. Since this is my first Michael fic it’s probably not very good, but I hope you all enjoy it💕

There’s only one person. One woman I’ve ever truly loved.

When my grandma left me for dead, that should have been the end of it. The end of me. I was heartbroken, alone. I felt like the monster she said I was. Another car was headed my way, I braced myself as best I could, for another hit. But it never came.

The sun shining behind her, made her look like an angel. She knelt over me, an expression of fear and worry on her face. She touched my cheek, hands scanning over my body. I whimpered trying to speak.

“Shh. Shh it’s okay. I’m gonna help you.” The last thing I remember was her pulling her phone out, before everything went dark.

I woke up in a white room. Fluorescent lighting was too bright and the smell of disinfectant assaulted my nose, the sound of a monitor to my right made me aware vaguely that it was a hospital.

“Oh, he’s waking up. Nurse!? He’s waking up.” I heard a soft voice call out, and just like before that face. That beautiful face was in my line of sight once more. She smiled down at me, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair, with an almost absent mindedness. I jerked slightly, wanting nothing more than to lean into her touch. Any touch that wasn’t cruel.

“W-what?” Was all I could manage to say.

“Shh.” She cooed once more. “You’re gonna be alright. A couple broken bones, some internal bleeding but we saved you just in time.”

“Y-you saved me.” I corrected. She smiled. It was a warm and kind smile, welcoming and maybe just a bit naive.

“I did....My name is Y/N.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“M-Michael.” Before anything else could be said the nurse was there to assess me. She sat back in what looked like an uncomfortable green chair and waited. She never left me for long. She stayed by my side. To this day I’m not sure why.

ii.

“You don’t have anywhere else you could go?” Y/N asked me. She say beside me on the hospital bed, cuddled under my good arm while we watched a film on her laptop. Time moves fast in those two weeks and she never left, she brought games and food and movies. She showered me with affection and I couldn’t get enough. I sighed, looking away from her dejectedly.

“No. I’m a monster....my family is done with me.” She was quiet for a moment, I was afraid to ask what she was thinking, but once again, her kindness surprised me.

“I have only a one bedroom apartment. It’s small, but I can help you get back on your feet. If you wanted?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” It came out harsher than I wanted it to, but I was genuinely surprised by her. She just shrugged and nestled back down beside me.

“Everyone needs help sometimes. I’m not above doing that.”

iii.

“Michael?” Y/N called as I came through the door of the apartment, arms loaded with groceries. She was in the kitchen, washing dishes and turned to me when I walked in. “Welcome home.” Her tone was always so cheerful and welcoming, I beamed, setting the bags down on the counter.

“Can I help?” I ask her, she moved so I could begin rinsing the dishes she had washed.

Those simple domestic times with her are some of my favorite. I hold them closely in my mind, protecting them like a secret. Making dinner with her, folding laundry. She taught me how to take care of myself. She believed in me.

One night she was cleaning up after dinner and had put some music on. I watched her in the doorway of the kitchen, dancing around and singing along. That was the moment it dawned on me, just how cute she was, and how smitten I’d become.

“Hey!” She shouted gleefully over the music when she realized I was there. I grinned, chuckling and shaking my head at her. “Come dance with me,” she giggled, spinning wildly. I didn’t know how to, I had seen my grandmother dancing when she thought no one was watching, it was nothing like the free spirited movements that Y/N was making. She held out her hand, and despite my hesitation, I went for it.

She led me. Pushing herself out away from me and pulling herself back. My hand rested easily on her hip, the other held onto her hand tightly.

“You’re a terrible dancer.” She teased. We laughed together.....and then everything slowed down. I pressed my forehead against hers and she lifted her chin.

Her lips were the most sinfully delicious thing I have ever tasted.

iiii.

By summer I was hooked. Fallen desperately in love with her. We were almost never apart and when we were together it was bliss. I can still feel the warmth of her body, moving in time with mine, skin against naked skin, her whimpers and pleas for me to take her and make her mine. My urges began to grow. And by the time the Satanists found me, she was willing to do anything, be anything. Just for me.

“You know,” Moss Mead said to me one day. “She’s going to slow you down.” I cocked my head to the side, confused until she pointed at my love, sleeping on the couch. We had moved in with Miss Mead as she helped me to realize my power and who I truly was. “Love. Will be your weakness.” I shook my head, disregarding her words.

“She is my strongest ally. She makes me better.” Miss Mead shrugged, taking a sip of her wine.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I could go on about our time together. The happiness the joy I felt in her as my powers grew. The pride she had in me as she pledged her soul to me. She was my everything.

So that day. When I found the burnt out husk of her body beside Miss Mead’s......You offered me a chance. A chance to change the course of everything, to stop the apocalypse and get her back....

And I told you. I will kill every. Single. Last. One. Of you. You brought this on yourself Cordelia. You took the one person who ever truly loved me, accepted me. And now. I’m going to rip your world apart. You will watch every person you love killed by my hand. And only after that, when you’re begging me to end it, will I finally put you out of your misery.

Maybe one day, when my world is established, I’ll find a way back to her. Until then, I will continue my Father’s work.