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michaelangdonsslut · 2 months

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𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 // 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

hey pookies! here's the first chapter of tales of the shadows ౨ৎ

please read the introduction post before reading this chapter!

hope u enjoy <3

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.5k

no warnings! (yet hehe)

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- 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐸 .

Riley Bennett felt the wind brushing her face faintly as she opened the window to her dad's car. It was a cloudy Wednesday morning when they finally decided to move all the way across the country.

Riley was a 17 year old troubled teenage girl who often struggled with fitting into her new surroundings.

They were a typical wealthy family from LA and had everything, so why did they decide to move to a small town in Massachusetts? This is what Riley has been wondering all the time ever since her dad talked about moving to Chesterfield. "I don't even know why we have to move here It's so cloudy and looks boring. I already miss LA and my friends.", Riley said nonchalantly looking at the window trying to look for anything interesting about this town. "Come on Riley don't be so grumpy, it can't be that bad!" her dad tried to reassure her but it didn't really work. She was going to miss LA and there was nothing they could say about it.

About 20 minutes later, they finally arrived in front of the house. It was a beautiful Victorian house, a mix of light pink and dark blue, and Riley couldn't help but admire the huge house in front of her. It looked so old and vintage, that house actually reminded her of Coraline, she loved this movie as a child. “ So what do we think ?” Mr Bennett looking smiled at Riley knowing how much she loved old fashioned houses. " This house is beautiful Peter, and look Riley there's a swing!", said Mrs. Bennett eagerly. "I'm not a little girl anymore mom I don't really care about that" , Riley said rolling her eyes as the family parked in the driveway. “And besides, this house looks kinda haunted.” Mrs. Bennett scoffed taking her sunglasses off. After some time, they finally get out of the car and start grabbing their stuff from the car boot when a lady approaches them. "Hello, I'm Dina the real estate agent! I'm here to show you around the house" A huge smile was plastered on her face as if she was happy someone was finally interested in this house.

" Oh hello! I'm Peter Bennett and this is my wife Marie " they both shake Dina's hand, her smile never leaving her face. " It's really nice to meet you. Oh and I suppose this is your beautiful little sweetheart ", she says as she walks over to Riley; " Uh yeah. I'm Riley. " Dina shakes Riley's hand and Riley can't help but find her a bit... eccentric .

“ All right, I’ll show you the inside of the house right now !” Mrs. Bennett smiled eagerly looking at her husband with stars in her eyes.

The family stepped into the foyer, greeted by the grandeur of a bygone era. High ceilings adorned with intricate molding loomed overhead, while a majestic staircase beckoned from the center of the room. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a warm, ethereal glow. Dina, with a practiced smile, gestured towards the sprawling rooms adorned with ornate details - antique chandeliers, mahogany wainscoting, and a fireplace steeped in history. A sense of both elegance and mystery enveloped them as they took in the timeless beauty of their potential new home.

"This house is goddamn beautiful. We're taking it!" , said Ms. Bennett eagerly with a huge smile of anticipation.

"Yes, this house sure is beautiful although I must mention, it comes with a bit of a past." Dina seemed unsure and anxious, but she kept going; " full disclosure requires that I tell you about what happened to the previews owners.

“Jesus, don’t tell me they died in this house did they?” Mrs. Bennett turned around to look over at Dina with a concerned look plastered on her face. "Yes actually, both of them died here. Murder-suicide. I sold them the house too. They were the sweetest couple. You never really know what happens behind those walls I guess.

"That explains why this house is half the price of every other house in neighborhood I guess." Mr Bennett sighted, crossing his arms.

“Where did it happen?” Riley asked curiously.

“In the attic.”

Riley pauses for a second, a smirk forming on her face as she decides to speak up; “ We’re taking it.”

After the initial excitement of choosing their new home, the Bennett family embarked on the task of settling into their Victorian mansion. As they unloaded boxes and furniture from the moving truck, Riley couldn't contain her curiosity about the attic. She'd always been drawn to mysteries and the thought of living in a house with a dark past only fueled her intrigue.

Once they finished moving the essentials into the house, Riley dashed up the grand staircase, eager to explore every nook and cranny. She pushed open the attic door, the creaking hinges echoing in the vast space. The attic was dimly lit, dust particles dancing in the sunlight that filtered through the small windows. Old trunks and forgotten relics littered the space, each one holding a piece of history.

Riley's eyes widened with excitement as she imagined all the stories hidden within these walls. She spent hours rummaging through the forgotten treasures, uncovering vintage clothing, dusty books, and antique toys. Despite the tragic events that occurred here, Riley felt a strange sense of belonging, as if the house welcomed her with open arms.

As the days passed, the Bennett family settled into their new life in Chesterfield. Riley's room became her sanctuary, a reflection of her eclectic personality. She adorned the walls with vintage posters and fairy lights, transforming the space into a cozy retreat. She spent hours scouring antique shops and thrift stores, searching for unique pieces to add to her collection.

One afternoon, while exploring the local flea market, Riley stumbled upon a mysterious key hidden amongst a pile of trinkets. Intrigued, she purchased it for a few dollars, wondering what secrets it might unlock. When she returned home, Riley headed straight for the attic, her heart pounding with excitement.

She searched every nook and cranny until she found a small locked chest hidden beneath a pile of old newspapers. With trembling hands, she inserted the key into the rusty lock, the mechanism clicking open with a satisfying sound. Inside, she discovered a collection of letters tied with a faded ribbon.

As Riley read through the letters, she uncovered the tragic love story of the previous owners. Their words painted a picture of a forbidden romance torn apart by societal expectations and family obligations. Riley felt a pang of sadness for the couple, their lives cut short by tragedy.

And as she looked out the attic window, watching the sun set over the sleepy town of Chesterfield, Riley saw a shadow lurking behind the trees, It was like someone was staring at her. She rubbed her eyes thinking she probably hallucinated, and just like that, the shadow was gone.

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sleepy town of Chesterfield, Riley found herself drawn to the attic once again. She climbed the stairs with a sense of anticipation, eager to lose herself in the stories of the past. But as she reached the top, she was met with an unexpected sight—a boy standing in the dimly lit space, his silhouette illuminated by the fading light.

"Who are you?" Riley asked, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

The boy turned to face her, his features obscured by the shadows. "I'm Andy," he said, his voice soft and haunting. "I live next door."

Riley took a step closer, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Andy's appearance was striking, with tousled hair and dark brown eyes that seemed to hold a hint of sadness. He reminded her of a character from one of her favorite movies, mysterious and enigmatic.

"What are you doing up here?" Riley asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Andy shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Just exploring," he said. "I like to come up here and think."

Riley nodded, her curiosity piqued. She had always been drawn to people who were different, who didn't fit into the mold of society. And there was something about Andy that intrigued her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Are you new here?" Andy asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Riley nodded. "Yeah, my family just moved in a few weeks ago. What about you?"

Andy smiled wistfully. "I've lived here my whole life," he said. "But I've never really felt like I belong."

Riley understood the feeling all too well. She had spent her entire life searching for a place where she truly felt at home, a place where she could be herself without judgment.

"Well, you're not alone," Riley said, her voice soft but determined. "We can be outsiders together."

Andy's eyes sparkled with gratitude, and for the first time in a long time, Riley felt a sense of connection—a bond forged in the darkness of the attic.

"You should probably leave now tho, before my parents see you here and call the cops thinking you're here to rob us or something", she giggled slightly, looking at the boy right in front of her who's been smiling at her. It was like he was admiring her, feeling safe by her presence.

He got up and left the attic without saying a word to her, leaving the house so quietly It was like he was never there.

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a/n : idrk what to think of this but i truly hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, lmk if you wanna be in the taglist !!

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memoriesoftanalorr · 1 month

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She was an angel but she never knew she was (Michael Langdon x female reader)

Note: I don't know why I'm came up this, sometimes my mind rushing with ideas. I'd wish that there's was an redemption arc for Michael Langdon. I hope I didn't mess the things up since I never watched it but I'm gonna research properly, okay seems I'm not so but I'll rewrite it later on then. Why I'm so spontaneous with stories sometimes? Used the song by Thousands Foot Krutch sentence from the song Honest and also used Day To Remember song Miracle. Again I'm random at tittles.

Summary: Sets somewhere around AHS Apocalypse. Y/n is 17 years old student girl who's living at the countryside more or less safely. Cordelia Goode wanted to recruit a mysterious teen as she knows that Y/n has supernatural abilities but girl is hides well, some kind of spell hides her. Sometime later Y/n sees how Michael Langdon murders the person, somehow Michael didn't tried to kill the girl, he senses supernatural being but only barely and didn't figure out who is the girl is. The second time when Michael meet with a teenager, she was in the danger, a forest was burning in the fire, Langdon saved her. Somehow he felt affection to Y/n. Unknown to her, she's have a supernatural in her as well, her grandfather was a angel, cherubim and left a messages and instructions and amulet how to stop the Apocalypse. BTW, forgot to mention it'll be not a romance. Sorry for my grammar. I hope it's okay.

If you could only feel the way that I feel Ready for the war to come my way Yeah, I struggled so I know what it takes The pressure only builds 'til it breaks If you could only feel the way that I feel You might think it's something spiritual But I'm betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle Right here, right now To Hell with all someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle You might think it's something spiritual But I don't need a fucking miracle If you could only see the way that I see You could find the faith to take the leap It only took one shot to prove I'm not made of glass There's no pain you could cause that won't eventually pass If you could only see the way that I see You'd be betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle

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Y/n spending time at the countryside from spring until October, she lives in a two floor house with her father and they have many good friends among the neighbors. A teenage girl likes gardening and walking near the lake, she has her own room there. She made there so many good memories, Y/n loved their neighbor so much, she's a good lady who has a cat and they're always talking about flowers and walking near the lake together. Once at night, Y/n get a small trip away from the house, a teenager decided to enjoying the sunset. Y/n get through the bridge and walked forward the edge of the grasshill next to the lake. A girl starred at the purple sunset with a smile.

Y/n and her father stayed at the countryside a little longer though it was October. Week later, Y/n decided to get a walk over the lake again. It's getting dark when she is heading back, suddenly she's heard someone's terrifying screaming for help. "Is anybody's here? Oh, it's really scary." Y/n started feeling herself nervous.

A teen saw man's body laying on the ground covered in blood and then she noticed a man with short strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes wearing black trench coat, pants and boots, he is holding a bloody knife. "You're better not telling anyone whet you saw here." Michael leaning closer to you. "Who are you?" Y/n trembling in fear. "My name is Michael Langdon. I'm Anti-Christ." he made a slutty smile. "Are you crazy? Stay away from me!" Y/n stepped back and runned as fast as she can. "Go on, run but I'll find you anywhere." Michael chuckled. Y/n get back home at the dinner time, get inside the hallway and take her jacket off and then locked the door. "Hey, how's your walk? You're just in time for a dinner." your dad greeted you. "Hey, dad." Y/n replied. "Something is wrong? You're look pale, are you getting sick?" he asked. "I think I get a cold. I don't want to eat. I'd rather go rest in my room." Y/n lied. "Rest well." Your dad said with a smile. "Thanks." Y/n nodded. You laid into your bed, closing your eyes. "What a nice night, meeting with maniac. I wish everything will be safe and peaceful here again."

Two weeks ago, you researching on an old and abandoned archive, it was weird that the building was near the forest. Inside was dusty and dark, you could see the spider webs at the walls and windows. "Disgusting. I should prepare myself. This archive needs a repair and cleaning. Alright, I'm come back here later." you spoke out loud. When you get outside you could feel the smell of fire and smoke. The trees and leaves were burning, turning into a large flame. You started panic and ran towards your house. Soon you began to choke on smoke and coughing a lot, you started to feel yourself dizzy. "Somebody help!" you screamed in despair. Michael Langdon appears behind your back. "Give me your hand. I'll get you out of here." "Is that you?" Y/n gasped. "Come on, trust me." Michael landing you a hand. "How I can trust you?" she struggled. "You're rather prefer to die? he pointed out sarcastically. Y/n grabbed his hand and falls into his shoulder as she lost consciousness. Langdon teleporting you miles away from the forest and then carefully laid you on the ground, leaning down on his knees next to you. Michael slightly using his abilities and read your mind while you were asleep. Sometine later, you're woke up, slowly getting up. "Ow, my head." "So you're awake finally." he spoke. Y/n glanced at him. "You're saved me?" "That's right, Miss Y/n." he nodded. "Well, thanks I guess." Y/n rubbed her shoulder. "You're welcome." "Wait, how did you know my name?" "That's one of my special talents." Michael made a slutty smile. "Uhm, I need to go now." you replied. "See you later." he smiled. "I don't think that I want to see you again." Y/n snapped. "Are you sure, little brat?" Michael mocked. "Anyway, I'm leaving." Y/n walks away.

In the distance you saw firefighters and an ambulance. Your father ran up to you and hugged you. "How did you escape the fire?" "I was on the other side of the forest. Everything was fine, but what happened to the others?” Y/n asked. "Our neighbors are fine. Some idiots set the forest on fire." "Let's go home." You glanced at your father with a soft smile and then looked back. "What are you looking for, dear?" your father asked. "I just had a feeling. Never mind." Y/n squeezed her father's hand and both of them leave the road side by side.

Few days later Y/n drive away with her dad to California. At the city she haven't friends and she's always just at home doing her daily routine or having small walking around the town. Once at afternoon Y/n sitting at the bench in the park and somehow she noticed a familiar strawberry blonde haired man with blue eyes in the crowd. You pretended that you're didn't seen him in the crowd and just reading the book. Michael sits down at the bench next to you. "What are you reading, kiddo? Is this a love story?" he teased. "It's not a love story, I don't really interested in love stories, it's a detective." Y/n responses to him. "I see." Michael chuckled. "Michael Langdon, right?" you just wanted to be correct if you're said his name right. "I love the way you said my name." he made a small smile. "Are you following me or what? Why you're here?" Y/n glanced at the man. "Because we're need to talk." he simply replied. "I don't want to talk when the other people could hear us." Y/n whispered. "Oh, I know where we can talk, come with me." Langdon stand up from the bench waiting for you. You take a deep breath and stand up from the bench. "Alright."

"I'm not going to hurt you." Michael assured you.

"How lovely of you." Y/n followed him across the street.

Michael lead you into abodended bookstore, though it was nice inside and not as dusty. "Uhm, I didn't seen this bookstore before." Y/n spoke. "You can find something interesting here for sure." Michael's blue eyes glanced through yours. "We're here not for reading, are we?" Y/n blushed. "Yeah, I know but I thought you would like to look around." he responded. "I guess there is a second floor, I'm bet this bookstore has a reading room. Let's talk there." Y/n suggests. The two getting up the stairs and entered a large reading room. Michael sit down at the sofa. "Are you going to just stand here or you're sit down?" he asked. "So what are you wanted to talk about?" you still didn't trust him completely. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not going to hurt you. I told you that before." "Alright, you can start first." she said shyly. "What brought you to California?" he asked. "Visiting a family member and actually I have a vacation." Y/n answers honestly. "I see." Langdon spoke. "Now is my turn. Are you really, you know---" Y/n paused. "Too scared to said it out loud?" Michael becoming glummy. "I just never thought that I could meet a supernatural being." Y/n expressed. "Hmm." Michael was amused. "So you're going to destroy the world?" you lowered your head. "You're better don't know about that." he said coldly. "Sounds really dramatic. Anyway I'm bet you're going to be lonely if you're going to do this." Y/n responses. "We both know who I am but I interested more in who you are." Michael stand up and walked towards you. "What do you mean?" Y/n freeze in shock. "I feel supernatural in you but I can't quite understand who you are." Michael glanced at you coldly. "It can't be true! I'm just the most ordinary person." Tears flowing down your face.

"Hey, kid. I'm sorry I'm scared you." Michael squeezed your hand.

"I don't understand... How it possible?" Y/n glanced at him.

"I'm not sure." He confessed. "Anyway, it's not about what you said, I'm just good for nothing." you still feeling your heart skipped with sadness. "I promise I'll find it out." Michael's blue eyes starred at you. "You don't have to." Y/n looked away. "Forget about it for a while. I like your perfume, it's so sweet and in the same time not so strong." Michael cuddled into your cheek gently. Y/n blushes and stepped back. "What was that? Stop that flirting." "I didn't meant to flirt with you, just wanted to make a compliment and comfort you." Michael replied. "Hmm, seriously?" Y/n rolled her eyes. "Believe me I don't have nothing like that in mind. See you later, Miss Y/n." "Wait, uhm, thanks for company. It's kinda weird but---" Michael smiled and then get down the stairs. Y/n leaves the bookstore few minutes after Michael leaves.

Time skip. Days ago. "Hey, dear. Take care of yourself. You know lately there has been a lot of unrest on the streets and in the world in general." Your father warned you. "I know that, dad. It's been a while since I'm getting outside though." you replied thoughtfully. "By the way where have you been last time?" your dad asked. "I was at the park and then I found a really nice bookstore but it was abodended." you answered. "I'm bet you're getting inside because you're really curious and love those kind of places." your dad said with a smile. "I hope nobody would think I'm a thief. I just would love to take care of this building." Y/n said passionately. "If this your wish, how about to talk with neighbors to make some repairs and such? And we'll do something together." he spoke. "That's would be great! But I think this building doesn't need much repair." Y/n hugged her dad. "Alright. I need to go." Your dad get a jacket on. "Be careful too." you reminded. "I've noticed you're daydreaming about something lately." he said. "I just daydreaming for some peaceful days." Y/n blushing. "Nice wish." Then he is get outside and leave the house, you locked the door. The truth is that Michael was on your mind. Last time he was tricky, cold and in the same time delicate. What he's feeling? Is he drowned into darkness or it's not too far gone?

Y/n then finds out from her dad that her grandfather left her an a amulet and his journal, Y/n don't remember much about her grandfather but she's heard he was kind and religious person. Y/n decided to find it.

The other day, Y/n was inside her room but then get outside at the backyard, Michael standing there. Y/n stepped forward him. "Michael?" Y/n was surprised to see him. He turned his face towards you, he was full of anger. "Mich… What's happened?" Y/n touched his hand gently. "My destiny in destroying humanity and the world. If you only knew what I can do! But I don't want to hurt you. I don't know why I feel this way. I am a monster!" Tears flowing down his face. Y/n embraces him into a hug. "You're must be feel yourself lonely, aren't you? I feel humanity and good in you. I wish there's a way out to prevent Apocalypse and heal your soul." "I afraid it's no way out." he replied. "I wish it's not like that." Y/n whispers. Michael squeezed into your shoulder gently still sobbing. "You're been through a lot I guess." Y/n patted his back. He slipped from your embrace and looked away. Y/n wiped his tears away, stroking his hair gently. "I like your hair." Y/n smiled. "I missed you, Y/n." Michael squeezed your hand gently smiling. Y/n giggled. "By the way, I'm not sure but I think we have a chance to get the answers on some questions." Y/n said mysteriously. "This is what I'm thinking about?" Langdon asked. "My grandfather left me a amulet and his journal. He was religious and it might mean that in this journal could be something about… If I am really a supernatural being and maybe in this notes he wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n lowered her head. "Hmm, you need my help to find it?" Michael guessed. "I think I know where to start the search." Y/n said excitedly. "Seriously? Where?" Michael wondered. "It's somewhere in his room at our family's countryside house or in old archive but I think archive get damaged by fire." Y/n said thoughtfully. "I can get you there now." Michael spoke. "Let's do it tomorrow. I still have a lot of to do." Y/n yawned a bit. Michael giving you a hug before leaving. "See you soon then."

On the next afternoon, Michael knocked at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "Hey, It's Michael." he responds. "Hello, Mich." Y/n said as she opened the door into a hallway. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Listen, I'm not sure I want to know the truth. I'm such a coward, right?" Y/n struggling. "But yesterday you were so determined about finding the journal and amulet." Michael get confused. "But if we're don't find it or it's journal didn't exists at all. I don't remember my grandfather." Y/n sighed softly. "You're brave and clever girl. We're going to work it out." Michael laid his hand at your shoulder. "Thank you. Alright, we should get going now." Y/n take her bag. "Where's we should teleport first?" Michael asked. "How about try that forest? Archive is somewhere further."

"I got it. Take my hand and close your eyes." Michael spoke.

"Okay." Y/n squeezed his hand and take a deep breath before she closed her eyes.

When Y/n opened her eyes, she noticed that the surrounding around her is changed, it was the same forest.

Suddenly Michael grabbed your hand in protecting gesture. "I feel someone's presence." "Who's this? I feel something too but---" Y/n turned her head to see a women coming towards them. She has a blonde hair and brown eyes, pale skin, she's wearing a beautiful dress. She's seemed powerful but in the same time not going to harm anyone. Y/n wasn't as scared to meet with her. "Who's this lady?" Y/n asked Michael. "A witch from the coven. Get back, Y/n." he replied. "It's really surprising that you're trying to protect that child from me. I come with peace." Cordelia replied. "Are you two already met?" Y/n asked out of curiosity. Michael groaned. "So you're Y/n? I have something for you. I've been looking forward to meet with you but I couldn't do it earlier. My name is Cordelia Goode." she smiled. "Nice to meet with you." Y/n spoke. "Me too, dear. Take this amulet. It'll protect you." Cordelia helped you to wear on a amulet on you. "Thanks. It's from my grandfather? Did he left me a letter?" Y/n asked anxiously. "I found a letter tied with a ribbon, you can read it." Cordelia patted your arm. You opened a envelope and started reading. "Dear, Y/n. It's your grandfather. I should explain a lot of things. First, wear this amulet, it protects you from evil. You'll find more in my favorite place." Then the letter ends and you hide the letter into your bag. "I need to find my grandfather's journal. I think he's wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n said. "Let's find it together." Cordelia laid her hands on your shoulders. Y/n looked back at Michael. "If root of evil doesn't mind that. If seems like he wants to let his anger out." Y/n mocked. "Do you know who he is? Did he tried to hurt you?" Cordelia asked. "I know who he is and he didn't tried to hurt me." you answers honestly. "Hmm, interesting." Cordelia glanced at Michael. "So this why you're here. I don't mind but I'm not really happy either." Langdon tighned his teeth. "Can I talk face to face with Langdon, dear? It won't take a long." Cordelia squeezed your hand gently. "Alright but I hope he'll not try to kill you when I'm away. I'm will wait you two over my family's house." Y/n joked and walk away. "What was that?" Michael said in confusion. "Do this child knows who she is?" Cordelia asked. "No. I can't understand it either." Michael replied in annoyance. "I feel bright and powerful aura. She's an angel." Cordelia added. "She's angel?" Michael widened his eyes in shock. "I see that child softened your heart a bit." Cordelia pointed out. He lowered his head. "I don't understand how but I feel affection towards Y/n." "She's a kind soul, she wants to save yours." Cordelia explained.

Then Michael looked away, he felt sadness. "I hope she can do this because without her, everything losing meaning in this damn world." "So Y/n means a lot of to you?" Cordelia was amazed by his words. "Let's stop wasting our time on talking, shall we?" Michael responded. "I'll tell her the truth when she's ready." Cordelia finished the conversation then. Cordelia and Michael caught up with you then. "Hey, Michael. What you two talking about? Did she cast a spell on you?" Y/n teased. Cordelia laughted, "No, I don't casting any spells on him when you were away. You'll know everything later on." Michael groans in response.

"Hmm, my grandfather wrote that I'll find more in his favorite place. Did he meant his room? It's get abandoned after his death." you feel like crying. "Let's check it out." Cordelia patted your shoulder. Michael glanced at you with empathy. "Right. This way." Y/n becoming encouraged by support. Trio get inside the house and walked through the hallway and then on the right. "My grandfather always locking his room but in last time, the door was unlocked but I guess my dad actually locked it after sometime." Y/n opened the enclosed latern and inside it she finds a key and opened the door. "Interesting. I feel something supernatural." Michael pointed out. Cordelia nodded quietly. The room was messy and dusty, there's was the mirror, a wooden table, chair, books and the window. "I found another key. Hmm, is there is the shelf on the back of the mirror with a lock." Y/n guessed. You unlocked the shelf on the back of the mirror and found a large journal. You're glances at the pages. "There are some rituals here. I don't quite understand." "Would you let me take a look on it?" Cordelia asked politely. "Yeah, sure." Y/n land a journal to her. Michael standing next to the teenager silently. "It's a really powerful rituals. Can I borrow your grandfather's notes for a while?" Cordelia looked at you. "Why not. I trust you." Y/n smiled. "Thank you, dear. I'll tell you both more when I'm made a proper research on it." she spoke. Y/n locked the room and then the trio leave the house. Michael then grabbed Cordelia's arm. "Why don't you tell me what you saw now?" "I'll tell you and Y/n everything later on." Cordelia glances at him. "What are you talking about?" Y/n approaching them. "He's just too impatient to know what was in these notes." Cordelia mocked. "I respect you enough to wait until you're read it." Y/n replied. "See you later, dear." she made a soft smile. "Bye." Y/n smiled. Then she leaves and Y/n steps to Michael. "I feel something between you two or I'm wrong?" "Hmm." Michael looked at you thoughfully. "Are you okay?" Y/n asked. "Do you really want to know who you are?" "Not now."

Five days later Cordelia and Michael visits you in your house. You made everyone a cup of tea. "First I have to tell you something, Y/n. You don't even know how much power you have. Your grandfather was chosen. He is an angel and so are you, it's in your blood." Cordelia took your hand. "Thank you for telling me." you lowered your head. Michael glanced at you. "Your grandfather also writes that his successor or witch can stop the Apocalypse by killing an a Antichrist either removing it's evil powers by ritual. But it's really powerful rituals and you're untrained and we're don't have much time. I can't risk your life. I'll do it." Cordelia glances at you. "But you're okay with risking my life, aren't you?" Michael snapped. "Maybe I can do this…" Y/n said. "Everyone at Academy is agreed with risk anyway." she added. "Do you guys having a witch school?" Y/n wonders. "Kind of." Cordelia giggled. "Who's going to make a ritual? If this works, I'm okay with that." Michael said. "Why do you would do that?" Y/n asked him. "Because I want you to be safe." Michael replied honestly. "So you care for me? It's unbelievable." Tears flowing down your face. "Trust me. I do care for you." Michael giving you a hug. Y/n squeezed into his shoulder gently. Cordelia watching the two with a smile. "I'll send a taxi for you when I'll prepare everything and provide you about the ritual if this safe but I'm not sure I can make it safe for you." Cordelia then finished. "Okay." Y/n nodded. Michael and Cordelia leaving your house quietly. "Tell me one thing, is this going to kill me or Y/n?" He asked. "Perhaps. But we have no choice anymore." Cordelia sighed. "Do you lied to her then?" Michael bursts in anger. "No, I'm not. There is still hope that she can survive." Cordelia responded. "I want her to live, can you hear me?" Michael replied bitterly.

Three days later Y/n get a letter from Cordelia laying under the carpet next to the front door. "Dear Y/n, I'm sorry that you're didn't heard anything from me lately but I don't want to risk your life, Michael don't want it either." A teen read the letter quietly. "I hope that everything will be fine soon." Y/n get inside the house and hid the letter inside her room.

Meantime, Cordelia and Michael went inside the abandoned castle, she draw the casting circle and prepared ingredients for the spell. Cordelia land a cup to him. "Drink it. I'm warning you, ritual going to be painful." Michael take the cup and drank it. "Let's do it." Cordelia then began casting the spell, the fire in the candles flickered. Langdon feeling like he's burning from the inside, he screamed in pain and at the end of the spell, he's falled on the floor unconscious. Cordelia leaned down next to him. He is still breathing. Michael opened his eyes some minutes later. Cordelia tugging his hair away and look at his ear, the mark behind his ear is fades away. "Your mark is faded." she spoke. "I can't believe it!" Michael shouted in shock. "Now you're human." Cordelia smiled. "And what's my purpose now?" he wondered. "I don't know what you're going to do but now your soul is healed and you're got a friend or a more than one." Cordelia get up from the floor and takes his hand and helping him to get up from the floor.

On next day, world gets to normal and safe. Michael and Cordelia went to your house. Y/n reading a book. Someone's knocking at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "It's Cordelia." A female voice spoke. Y/n wondering what happened to Michael. If he okay? "Oh, hello, Miss Cordelia. I will open the door now." Michael crawled from behind and grab your waist. "Hey, little brat!" Y/n trembled from a sudden attack from behind but laughted out. "You're freaked me out!" "Sorry I just couldn't resist myself." he made a smug smile. "I giving you back your grandfather's notebook. He left you another letter inside it and your photograph. He loves you." Cordelia land a notebook to you. "Then why I don't remember him? Thanks, but I guess it's better if you're hide the notebook somewhere with magic if something will happen." Y/n replied. "I think that nothing bad going to happen but anyway, that's wise. Take a letter then." she nodded. "So this ritual goes well?" Y/n asked. "Michael is human now, his powers are gone." Cordelia answered. "Glad to hear that." Y/n smiled. "Would you like me to teach you how controlling your abilities?" Cordelia touches your arm. "Attending a witch school? But I'm not quite a witch." Y/n struggling. "What's you answer, kid?" Michael smiles. "I'm not sure yet." Y/n rubbed her neck. "Don't worry. I'll wait for your decision. See you later, dear." Goode giving you a hug. "See you later maybe." Y/n hugged Cordelia back. "I think Michael wants to tell you something. I need to go." she whispers. "Really?" you're whispering to her. Cordelia nodded to you with a mysterious smile and then leaves. "Do you need help with finding a apartment? I know a nice one around on rent." Y/n spoke to Michael. "Sounds great. Listen, I going to say you something and I'll be honest with you." he squeezed your hand. "Alright." Y/n nodded. "I want to say… Thank you for being a good friend." Michael lean closer to you. "We're friends? But we're don't know much about each other." Y/n looked away. "I don't care and when I met you in second time, I readed your memories. Some of them. I hope you're not mad at me for that?" he glances at you. "I hope I can read yours. I'm not mad at you. And you're welcome." Y/n responses. "Hmm, the same perfume. You smell good." Michael cuddling into your cheek again. "That's enough!" Y/n hiding her face with her hands blushing and playfully pushing him away but then Michael hugs you. "I love you, my angel." he smiled softly. "I love you too but you're such a slut sometimes, my friend." Y/n mocked. "So you're love me too?" Michael made a playful smile. "So you made a truce with pretty witch lady huh?" Y/n teased. "Something like this." he answered. "If something I think we're can helping each other wilth stuff you know." you spoke. "Would be nice." Michael replied. "Do you want something?" you asked him. "Can we take a walk before I'm leave?" Michael taking your hand. "Sure."

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chiptaylorsfirst · 1 year

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What I Write

Actors (Including Their Characters)

Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hiddleston

Evan Peters

James McAvoy

Aaron Tveit

Ryan McCartan

Hayden Christensen

Characters (Excluding Actors)

Xavier Plympton

Johnny Turturro (Graceland)

Rio/Christopher

Maddy Perez

Elliot (Euphoria)

Michael Langdon

Artists

Jackson Wang

Requests Must Include….

Character/Actor

Scenario

Any Specifics

I Will Write

Smut

Fluff

Male x Male

Female x Male

SFW writings & NSFW writings

I Rarely Write But Not Excluded…

All Other Genders I Haven’t Mentioned

Mental Issues

Physical Issues

To Send Requests/Ask Anything….

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Or just message my inbox

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sykokittyy · 1 year

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okay yalll ima need yall to send me some fanfic requests, okay? whether it be smut, angst, or fluff it doesn’t matter just send me the ask. just as long as its not on some weird. ill take request for house of the dragons, american horror story, stranger things, game of thrones, and outerbanks… go ahead and send them before i close my requests 💕.

xoxo, sykokittyy 💋

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Below, you will find my complete Michael Langdon masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE!

* Copyright @wroteclassicaly - Do NOT redistribute, post to another platform, translate, or plagiarize my work (this includes AI) — under any circumstances! Reblogs, comments/feedback are ALWAYS appreciated! *

AHS Masterlist

Cody Fern Characters Masterlist

My library blog

Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

Finding out you’re pregnant with Michael’s child - (Headcanons)

Losing your virginity to Oupost!Michael - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

First dates with Michael - (Headcanons)

Michael taking care of you when you’re sick -(Headcanons)

First time with Michael after he becomes the antichrist in full power mode - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Michael taking care of you during a depressive episode - (Headcanons) 💝💔

Michael & Tate bond - (Headcanons) 💝

Jealous & Protective Michael - (Headcanons)

Sub Michael - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Husband Michael - (Headcanons)

Protective Dad!Michael - (Headcanons)

Period Sex - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Dad Michael - (Headcanons)

Young Warlock Michael - (Headcanons)

Ripe

Chapter One ❤️‍🔥💝

Chapter Two (coming SOON)

Goodbye Means

Chapter One 💔❤️‍🔥💝

Fiercely Vigilant ❤️‍🔥💔

Magic ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Mine ❤️‍🔥💝

Home 💝

Because I Want To, Michael, I Want You 💔❤️‍🔥💝

If I’ve Ever Needed Someone, It’s Always Been You 💔💝

May I Taste Your Sin ❤️‍🔥

From Ashes To Pleasure ❤️‍🔥

Seeking comfort from Michael 💔💝

Cleaning blood off Michael after a ritual - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Michael senses your pain 💔💝

Not being able to sleep 💔💝

I’ll Meet You In The Changing Rooms ❤️‍🔥

Comfort 💔💝

Needing Michael 💔❤️‍🔥💝

Dad Michael - (Drabble) 💝

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chloelucia13 · 2 years

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Cody Fern Characters Masterlist (Discontinued)

✴ = angst︱❁ = fluff︱✿ = smut︱✂ = trigger warning (listed in warnings)

Michael Langdon

The Love you Need ❁

Xavier Plympton

Come Back to Me ✴ ❁

Being a Ghost With Xavier Headcanons ✴ ❁ ✂

Jim Mason

All That I Want ❁

Series

World Alone: Jim Mason x Reader

-Part 1 ✴ ❁ ✂

Jim x Duncan x Michael x Reader

Series

Three Men and a Baby: Jim x Michael x Duncan x Reader (not poly)

-Part 1 ✴ ❁ ✂

-Part 2 ✴ ❁ ✿

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multifandombabesworld · 1 year

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SOME THINGS ABOUT ME: GET TO KNOW ME

First things first my name is Mary. I prefer you call me that but if you have any cool nicknames or anything like that, you would like to call me please ask. Do not call me anything without my permission first

I go by She/Her/Hers and I am bisexual. I have a preference for girls and I like redheads…random I know but it’s true

I’m 16 years old and I’m a junior in high school

My favorite color is purple and I like black as well

My Hogwarts House is Slytherin

My favorite movie genres are horror, comedy, thriller, and musicals

I’m a theatre kid. My favorite musicals are Hamilton, Annie, Into The Woods, and Heathers

I like different types of music genres. But I mostly listen to Pop, 80s, Rock, & Old Time music (like 50s-60s and even 90s)

I have two cats. A Russian blue named Sophia and an American short hair named Savannah

My top 5 favorite shows are Stranger Things, American Horror Story, Riverdale, The Vampire Diaries, and The Umbrella Academy

My top 5 favorite movies are Beauty and the Beast, Harry Potter, Descendants, Carrie, and IT

I have like a million celebrity crushes…here’s some of them: Evan Peters, Cody Fern, Dove Cameron, Taissa Farmiga, Billie Lourd, Noah Schnapp, Sadie Sink, Florence Pugh, Scarlett Johansson, Sarah Paulson, Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Tobey Maguire, Finn Wittrock, and such much more. (Like literally it’s at least a whole fucking twelve pages)

I have an older brother who is 20 years old, and has autism

I’m huge nerd!! (I’m a huge ass nerd when it comes to the shows and movies I like…lol)

I like to read all different types of books. My favorite ones I have read are Carrie, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Dork Diaries, Whatever After, IT, and anything Stephen King

I have an obsession with anything chocolate and anything with cookies

My favorite cookies are snickerdoodles and sugar cookies

I don’t like dark chocolate or white chocolate that much (I’m more of a milk chocolate gal)

I like to write about different things so send in something. (I write fluff, angst, happy things, cute friend stories, and….sometimes smut. The last one I wrote was two years ago and it was so fucking bad….but yeah…)

And that’s all…..I think….there’s probably more about me but….that’s all I can think of. If you want to suggest anything or ask me something, feel free to message me.

Love you all!! Have a good night/day!! 💕

#all about me #facts about me #facts #about my life

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targaryen-dynasty · 7 months

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hello there, lovely!

for the fic ask game, may I ask 3 and 6?

thank you and have a lovely day!

ANGSTY!! Thank you for reaching out 🤍

3. What was your first fandom?

The Steve Rogers fandom, which quickly changed to the Cody Fern fandom. And after a very long break, I ended up here.

6. Fluff or angst?

Mhhhhm, really depends on my mood, but as of right now it‘s some good old angst. 🥹

#answered #thank you!! 🤍

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lavenderahs · 3 years

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could you do a fanfic of michael taking care of the reader while they are sick :)

michael langdon fluff- taking care of you when you're sick

a/n - lowkey therapeutic to write bc i have a cold rn, literally haven't had motivation to write all day until i take nighttime cough medicine lol

taglist - @d3monslust @mllxngdonswife @brooklinn13 @kitty4860 @booboomother @the-hotel-cortez @forevercountess @cxdy-fxrn (lmk if you wanna be added or removed!)

"baby, please let me do something" michael whines as y/n is sunken into the couch. "i'm telling you michael, its only a cold, ill be okay hun, go back to work" y/n reassures michael of her health as he grabs his bags. michaels one trait that sticks out is definitely how stubborn he is. no matter how many times when y/n is sick, he will go above and beyond to take care of her. "okay" he exhales as he prepares to return to work. "seriously, call me if you need anything" he says in a deep tone. "yes michael i know" y/n fusses at his stubbornness. he's already out the door before she could lecture him once again.

thing is, michael didn't go back to work. he would only have 2 or so hours left anyway, so he decided to take a shopping trip. he sits quietly in the target parking lot; staring at his notes app. "what should i get her" he messes with his scruff. he quickly jots down a few items he'd think y/n would enjoy. "okay, ive got time to kill" he whispers to himself as he exits his car. while michael searches for gifts, y/n stays put on the couch, secretly wishing michael could have stayed, knowing she loves the comfort but hates asking anyone for anything. it was just a cold but michael always knew how to take care of her. michael has a broken soul, yet i still see the spark of happiness in his eyes. people become intimated by his presence, but oh if they knew the way he curls up in my arms after a long day, how his heart races when you rest your head on his chest. as y/n ponders these sweet moments of michael, the need for him grows stronger.

"youre getting a lot huh?" the cashier chuckles at michaels purchases. his hands graze the back of his neck "uh- yeah, its for my wife, shes sick" the older woman's face lights up "it's good to know there are good men still out there" she smiles as michael pays. michael carries the bag of goodies to his car. his face dropping when the clock displays 4 pm. "gotta kill another hour" he whines out loud. deciding on calling a to-go order in at their most favorite restaurant, bar type food but satisfied the both of them. as michael waited on his order, he prepared y/n's gifts. he bought a simple sage green tote bag to hold all her gifts; knowing she could never have too many tote bags. he restocked the necessites; hair ties, new panties and a dainty bralette, a beautiful lavender scented lotion, and some of the exotic flavored cough drops. his eyes glued to a lounge set the moment he walked in the store; warm colored sweats with a white crop top. he loved spoiling y/n, and to finish off the goodies, he picked up a simple bouquet of daisies.

"darling I'm home" michael said in a singy-song tone. y/ns head popped up from the couch, giving michael an inviting smile. "wait!-close your eyes i have a surprise" michael whispers "what now michael" she giggles in excitement. as her eyes are glued shut, michael slowly sets the totebag filled with gifts by her side, along with the to go box filled with their favorite meals. in michaels right hand holds the bouquet of flowers. "okay....open!!" y/n's eyes look as if shes seeing fireworks. her mouth forms a warm smile as her eyes water. "m-michael.. i love you" she chokes out. the overwhelming feeling of love makes her burst with tears. michael quickly places the flowers down, and rushes beside her. his arms wrap gently around her, pulling her to his chest. "i love you babygirl, i thought this would cheer you up" y/n chokes out a giggle. she lifts her head out of his chest to place a gentle kiss on his lips. michaels chest is filled with utter happiness and love. "come on, let's look at what we got"

2 hours or so later; y/n, passed out from the cold medicine michael encouraged her to take, wearing michaels hoodie and one of the panties he bought her. michael lays sprawled out on the couch, not moving a muscle, to keep y/n comfortable. his hands fumble with her hair, soaking in this beautiful moment between them. michael stays all up for a few hours, making sure y/n is a deep sleep. he smiles at the utter happiness he feels. knowing he's okay now.

#american horror story #ahs #cody fern #michael langdon #xavier plympton #ahs apocalypse #ahs 1984 #ahs fandom #cody fern fandom #cody fern x reader #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fluff #cody fern fluff #ahs fluff #michael langdon blurbs #michael langdon fanfiction

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michael-langdon-baby · 5 years

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Crave

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word count: 4k~

Warnings: ALOT, alpha/omega dynamics, knotting, mating, possessive michael langdon, tit play, smutty goodness ya’ll

Masterlist

Enjoy!

You would think that a shelter with enough supplies to last well over 18 months would have stocked up on mounds upon mounds of suppressants. It would be only logical to assume that whoever was in charge of the Outposts would know that there would be at least one Omega of the bunch.

But it seemed the Cooperative was full of a bunch of Alpha knot heads that didn’t think suppressants were of value; but there must have been one Omega in the meeting room, seeing as there were exactly 18 months of supply.

Which is exactly how Julie March found herself here, sitting in her ugly purple dress with her old timey spanx like panties covered in slick. She was entering her first heat since 9th grade; Billy Carlisle had cornered her in the girl’s bathroom and begged to smell her panties before the coach had come and thrown him out.

She could barely remember what it was like to have a heat, only the flushes of warmth and pain wrung through her mind, but they weren’t precise. It was like relearning a language that had become foreign, except she’d give anything to not have to relearn this.

Her thighs squeezed together as she tried to force the slick back inside but it was useless, she was probably stinking up the Outpost. And it was 6:26, which meant a drink in the parlor room was fast approaching. But last night there had been a perimeter breach, so she expected someone new would be joining them. Hopefully it was a Beta.

A knock at the door had her standing, “I’m coming.” And smoothing down the wrinkles in her dress; even is she smelt like a whorehouse, she would look damn good.

The Grey at the door smiled at her first, eyes widening at her smell before shooting to the floor, noticeable bulge forming in his pants. But she smiled and ignored it, quickly following behind his fast pace steps. Her wet thighs rubbed against each other with each step, even feeling it slide down her leg.

It was mortifying, walking into the parlor and having all eyes on her. Almost all were Beta’s and weren’t affected by her stench, but they could sure as hell smell it.

“Oh-kay, I don’t wanna be rude-“

“I don’t think that’s in your nature.” Andre interjected with an eye roll and Coco fake laughed before turning back to Julie.

“Oh grow a heart Coco, poor thing must be in so much pain.” Julie nodded at Gallant’s claim, smiling at his effort to be kind to her.

“You do know that you smell like a brothel right? Those fumes could deflate my hair.” Evie chuckled at the insult before sipping her mineral water, the rest of the group going back to their own business.

At least until Ms. Venable’s cane echoed through the room, everyone effectively shutting up when she entered. She stood at the head of the room, not even acknowledging the stink of Omega that permeated the room, which made Julie furrow her sweaty brow.

Everyone knew Venable was an Alpha through and through, yet she seemed unaffected by the heat that was so close to her. It was very strange but Julie threw that thought to the back of her mind as a pair of precise yet ominous footsteps lingered in the air, and with it a scent that made her pussy even wetter.

This must have been the person who cause breached the perimeter; she hoped it wasn’t someone who’d been affected by the radiation or anything.

A bead of sweat skimmed down the side of her skull as the footsteps grew closer, precise in step and sound. She watched Venable with a hazy gaze, wishing she were back in her room with her dress back in the closet and something filling her up.

The footsteps stopped and she felt a new pair of eyes watching her, burning holes into her side with a look so intense her heart dropped to her stomach. She was frozen, unable to turn and look.

It was nearly impossible to breath a breathe of fresh air as those footsteps came behind the couch, a soft hand sliding along the back of her neck, then gone again. Her knee shook with a pressure of want in her core that was unfulfilled, and she wanted to explode.

Julie was able to turn her head enough to gaze at Venable and the tall man who made her want to fall to her knees and present her dripping wet pussy, allowing him to either drink his fill or stuff her full of his cock.

He stood where Venable had before, watching them all, “My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative.” He took a deep inhale and cleared his throat. “I wont sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure.”

Julie watched Langdon and he reused to meet her eye, “My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth. The other three compounds—an all Alpha compound in Syracuse, New York, an all Beta in Beckley, West Virginia, and-“

This time he met Julie’s eyes, “And all Omega in San Angelo, Texas have all been overrun and destroyed.” He looked away as Timothy asked, “And the people inside?”

Langdon gave him a stony look, “Amongst other things, massacred. And I’m shocked to see that the only compound housing all three forms of life hasn’t torn each other to shreds. But I will say that the same fate will befall almost all of you.”

Mallory piped up in a meek voice, “Almost?” to which Langdon let out a small laugh. “In the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe—the sanctuary.”

Coco couldn’t have looked more confused when she said aloud, “The Sanctuary?”

To which Langdon responded, “The Sanctuary is unique. It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun. And amongst other things, a way from three forms of life to happily coexist, Alpha, Beta, Omega, all as one.” His hands met before him, fingertips touching in perfect sync.

But Ms. Mead cut in “What measures? Why weren’t we given these?” And Langdon’s perfect hands split and one hand lifted to his right, displaying those lovely rings. “That’s classified.”

“All that matters is that the Sanctuary will… survive, so the people populating it will survive so humanity will survive.”

Andre asked what they were all thinking, “Who are the people populating it?” but Langdon merely said, “Also classified.”

Langdon’s eyes drifted to the Omega in the room and he smiled, “However, I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us. The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique called ‘Cooperating’.

Julie was drifting in and out as he explained how he would decide who went with him, and who stayed. Emily placed her hand on the drowsy Omega’s knee, immediately retracting when Langdon shot her a dark look.

“What is this, The Hunger Games? I paid my way in here and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing. And if you think I’m stupid enough to believe that you’re gonna take a single Beta with you and leave the horny Omega then you must think I’m dumb as a bag of rocks.”

Langdon smirked at the outburst, “As if your knowledge could be compared to that of Mother Earth's gifts. I daresay a bag of rocks has a higher chance of joining the Sanctuary than you do.” Gallant held her back from leaping at Langdon and tearing his pretty locks out.

He pulled out a vial from his pocket a displayed it, like a teacher among students, “But fret not, if you feel as though you are too good or just not good enough, then when feral cannibals come knocking, just down one of these. A minute later you will fall asleep and never wake up.”

He took one step closer, breathing so deeply his lungs hurt, “I look forward to meeting each and ever one of you.”

He sauntered out of the room, brushing his hand across the Omega’s back, rubbing her sweat between his fingers, waiting until he was out of sight to taste it on his tongue. She tasted like heaven, the unattainable for a sinner such as himself, but oh—he would have her. Tonight.

“Emily, help her to her room. Make sure she stays there.” Emily nodded at Venable’s command and cringed when she helped Julie up, the heat her body was giving off was that akin to a burner on high.

It was a treacherous few minutes, Julie trying her best to coordinate herself with Emily’s help, eventually shooing the girl away when needing to take off her dress. Julie worked like a madwoman when the door clicked shut, slippery fingers reaching back to unzip her dress, toeing off the pointed shoes sliding down the spanx like covering, standing just a bra and underwear.

There were no locks on the door, so nudity was off the table for now. Her body flung itself on the bed, relishing in the feel of the cool sheets against her warm skin. It like ice against fire and it never needed to stop.

Two knocks at the door had her stopping; eagerly pulling the covers over herself, weakly telling whomever it was to come in.

It as Venable wearing a smirk on her face with a bottle of pills in her hand- she knew exactly what those were. Her legs tangled in the sheets as she tried to rise, wanting to kiss Venable for bringing her suppressants. “Are those for me? Please Ms. Venable, I thought we’d run out.”

Her attempt came to a halt when Venable chuckled and pocketed the pills, “Oh we have run out—for you at least.” Julie was confused and Venable walked a little closer with a smirk, “The Cooperative supplied us with 36 months of suppressants, and you’ve gone and wasted half. But then again, no one ever told you that cutting them in half with a little bit of this and that made them more effective and gave you twice as much.”

“You-you-“ oh my god. Venable’s an omega.

“You’re an omega-“ the words became a screech as the older omega’s hand slapped her so hard she flew off the bed and collapsed on the ground, a trickle of blood leaving her nose and staining her teeth. Venable looked down on her with a cruel sneer.

“Look at you. Pathetic. Weak. Omega.” She pressed the base of the cane against Julie’s throat, “If you tell a soul, I’ll drag your body, kicking and screaming, outside and let the cannibals have you. Understood?”

Julie felt tears creep into her eyes but nodded as Venable moved the cane away, “But I have a feeling you won’t survive the night. With an Alpha like Langdon here, your weak body will crave for him in a way so desperate that the heat will consume you.”

She walked to the door, “I look forward to taking your cold dead corpse outside.” The door shut with a slam.

It took Julie more than ten minutes to stand on shaky legs, wetness sliding down her thighs like a waterfall. As much as she wanted to think it wasn’t true, it was fact that Omega’s died from Heat Stroke all the time, and unless Langdon somehow wanted her… this was her last night in Outpost 3.

It was a miracle that she made it on her bed, that her jerky breathing and stuttered movements allowed her to do nothing but curl up n a ball and cry. It would hurt to feel the heart beat so fast it felt as though the chest would erupt.

She wanted so bad to be filled, to be held, to be kissed by sweet lips that only craved hers for now and always. But humanity as they knew it was gone; for all she knew, there were no more Alpha’s out there. There was only Langdon.

It was hard to know when she fell asleep, but her eyes fluttered at the feeling of hands lifting her from the cold bed. They were gentle and soft, moving her like gentle doll, placing her against a chest that was warm, almost as warm as her own body, but the sweet scent that surrounded her made it all the better than any cold bed.

“Wha-“ Her words drifted off into a murmur when a soft kiss graced her forehead, lulling her back into a dreamless sleep.

The first thing she noticed when she woke up was that, well, she wasn’t dead- in fact, she’d survived the night. There was never any way to tell how many how many hours had passed; yes there were clocks but with no sunlight from outside or moon shine from night, the body had no way of knowing if days had passed or not.

Julie stretched, wiggling her toes and lifting her arms above her head, small noises echoing through the room. The covers fell down, bare breasts becoming an eyesore to the empty room.

“I wasn’t expecting such a show but I can’t say I’m complaining.” A terror filled screech left her mouth when Langdon’s voice echoed to her left, turning with fear to watch the man who sat at his desk, laptop open with light shining on his face.

But those deep cerulean eyes weren’t focused on the screen, but instead were watching her supple breasts, smiling when her hands scrambled to cover them.

Her mind and body were at ends; Her mind telling her to flee away from the Alpha that had, upon further inspection, taken her from he room and brought her to his own abode. Her body on the other hand, wanted him to force her to present for him, have him take from her all she had.

Langdon shut the laptop and leaned back in his swirly chair, “I haven’t smelt an Omega like you before. Even before the Armageddon, none of them held a candle.”

He stood and took graceful steps closer to her form on the bed; “I’d assume at first that you and that Stevens witch were using your body to ensnare me in a trap. But I would be able to smell out that stupid voodoo nonsense. No… you’re just at it seems; a pure little thing, desperate to be split open on the nearest knot.”

She completely ignored the part about voodoo magic and Dinah Stevens, promising herself she’d bring it up later, and instead asked, “Is that why you brought me here?”

He was closer now and his scent was making him soak his sheets, “Well, that depends.” And she inquired, “On?”

Langdon towered over her, watching her begin to squirm, “On whether or not you want this, and if you do, if you can be a good girl for me.” His ringed hand reached forward and ran along the pudge of her cheek, “I’ve waited a long time for you Julie March, and I intend to have you.”

It happened so fast; one moment he was caressing her cheek and the next he was looming over her, knees on either side as his hair fell around them like a curtain, hiding them from the world. His scent was making her dizzy but she wanted more.

“I don’t even know you Langdon.” He leaned down like a pup and nosed her cheek, “You will.” His nose found the curve of her brow and sniffed against her forehead and murmured “And please, call me Michael.”

He kissed her with an urgency that had her seeing stars, clammy fingers grasping his black silky clothes to pull him closer, wanting to feel him in every pore of her body. Those jeweled hands roughly gripped her bare skin, harshly sliding down to her nipples and giving a strong tug.

Julie let out a sweet cry that had him smirking and mouthing at the crease of her neck, “You’re perfect sweetheart.” Those fingers tugged even harder, wanting her to scream for him. He wanted the whole Outpost to know that this Omega, that Julie was his.

When her beautiful brown eyes filled with water did he show mercy on the dusty nipples, moving down and taking one into the warm cavern of his mouth, sucking with strength that had her arching her back. His hands wound under her back and lifted her up, wanting to feel her even closer but he needed to get rid of his clothes first.

They were gone with a snap of his fingers and her eyes widened in shock; what kind of wizard was this guy. And as if he could read her thought he released her tit with a ‘pop’ and smirked, “At a time like this I was hoping to turn your brain to mush but instead you call me a wizard. How very Julie of you.”

Michael finally pulled her forward and met her lips in the middle, tasting the sweet Omega that would finally be his. Her mouth was a heaven he would never see and he wanted to have it always. She gave him control, wanting him to have all the control.

He smirked into the kiss when she started to buck her hips into him; wanting his cock to stuff her so full she felt it for days. But he was a cruel Alpha; “I’m not going to fuck you Julie, not until I’ve had a taste.”

A shocked squeak echoed when he at up and tore the covers off the bed, leaving her bare to his eyes, his cock growing harder by the second. Her shy nature caused her to try and cover up her fuzzy skinned pussy, but a deep growl from Michael stopped her. Those rings were cold as they drifted across the peach fuzz of her thick thighs, thumb running over her slit and making her moan.

After effectively coating his fingers in her fresh slick, he brought them up to his mouth, moaning at the slightly sweet taste. “Oh my Jewel, you are divine.” He slithered like a snake down her body, lips resting at her pussy.

It was one long swipe of his entire tongue that had her screeching like a cat, his strong hands gripping her thighs and holding her down as so he could feast with ease. It was akin to the fountain of youth, or that of a drink of the Gods; she tasted of perfection.

Julie’s nails tore into the sheets, internal muscles trying to grip onto him but failed again and again. He was sucking her dry; those pink lips covered in her juices, some of it spilling down his chin. She was breathing deeply when she looked down her body at him, those blue eyes meeting hers as he moved to nibbled on her clit, loving the moan he received in return.

He was evil- his mouth moved between her throbbing clit and sopping hole, not knowing which one was better. The heat of her skin was burning her alive, and she needed to be fucked. Now.

It took a moment for her to lift one of her hands and place into on Michael’s blonde head of locks, smiling when he moved away from her pussy and sat up, bare chest on display as his hands stroke her trembling thighs.

“Is there something wrong, my pet? Something you need?” He shook his head at her needy moans, “Oh no, no my sweet.” One of those sweet hands reached for her warm throat and lightly squeezed, “I want to tell me what you want.”

A look between desperation and pain crossed her face, biting her lip until warm rivulets of blood trailed down her chin, moaning when Michael surged forward to lick it up. “Please Michael, please, please.”

He chuckled, “Please what?” The fingers on her throat tightened just a smidge. “Be specific.”

She let out a high-pitched whine that made him even harder- if being harder was even possible, “F-Fuck me please please knot me please please Michael.” He cooed at her desperate plea, kissing away the shy tears that slid down the side of her skull. His poor omega needed his cock so much it was hurting her.

While foreplay was always fun and all, the smell of her heat was causing a desire to knot, to mate, to breed, and who was he to deny himself of anything? Especially when he had his Queen spread before him; he would have all of her.

It was a mere matter of positioning himself over her- he wanted to look into her eyes as he fucked and mated her, maybe even pupped her- and lining himself up with her slippery entrance. He rubbed his cockhead through her folds, “My needy little Jewel.” It was a deep thrust that had him fully inside her, wincing at the pain she showed in her yelp; he may have liked to cause pain to some people, but never his Julie.

He shushed her and kissed her wet cheeks, trying not to start his thrusts before she was comfortable and fully stretched from his cock. Their deep breaths echoed through the room, the only sound amongst the crackling fire. He wished he could kiss away her pain.

Julie felt the burning pain slowly morph into pleasure that wracked her lower half in a way she’d never know. Masturbating wasn’t really her thing, and dating was hard when Alpha’s liked Omega’s who were either forward or wore short skirts, Julie was neither. But here, during the goddam Apocalypse, she’d found a mate in a mysterious man she barely knew with his cock in her virgin hole; how sweet it is.

He smiled at her when she murmured ‘move’ and set a pace that shook the bed against the wall. Michael felt only pleasure in this moment; no pain for memories of Ms. Mead, no hatred for Cordelia Foxx- there was just he and Julie.

It was a short fuck; He felt her squeeze around his cock and let her bite his neck, marking him as her mate. And when he felt his knot swell, he simply turned her head to the side and exposed the expanse of her neck, sinking his teeth in and feeling the bond form.

It was a feeling neither thought they would ever experience, but it was real and true and forever. Michael would hold onto her for the rest of his immortal life and he would summon his father in the pits of the hell that was Outpost 3 and ask for her immortality. He would not take no for an answer.

Julie was in bliss; the heat was subsiding and the knot currently pumping cum in her- which would no doubt end in a pregnancy that she was nowhere near ready for- made all her worries fade. She took a moment to watch Michael, who in turn watched her.

“Have I met you before? Somewhere up there…” Her lazy hand waved to the ceiling, not knowing if she meant above the ground and into the world or in the stars and heaven above. It was something inside her that made her trust him.

Michael carefully leaned forward- watchful of his knot- and brought the fingers to his mouth to kiss. “My jewel, no matter where we are, or were we go, you’ll always be mine.” He took her hand and placed it on his chest. “And I’ll always be yours.”

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C.F- beer kisses

REQEUST: anon - Could you write a fic about meeting Cody with the sentences 4 and 9 from the prompt list?

4. “ I don’t know if it’s because I’m drunk, but you look so kissable. “

9. “ You’re sassy. I like that. “

summary: you meet Cody during a party.

warnings: weed, alcohol, kissing

wordcount: 998

The sound of the song that is bouncing through the house makes vibrations run through your body. The bass makes you chest pound along with it as you enter the house. The sticky smell of weed, alcohol, and vanilla - surprisingly - flows into your nostrils. At any other moment, you would have dry-heaved at the mere thought of the scent, but with all of the alcohol in your body, the mixture smells like heaven.

A man with raven black locks gives you a tap on your shoulder, causing you to look at him. In his fingers, he has a joint hanging. He pushes it towards you, indicating for you to take a huff. You do so, needing to feel high to enjoy this party to the fullest.

You place the rolled up paper against your lips and drag the smoke into your lungs. You let some air flow in along with the smoke before blowing it out, making sure not to blow it right in someone's face. After a couple of drags, you hand it back to him. The boy throws you a smile before taking a puff and disappearing into the crowd again.

Now, with a buzzing body, you start to dance along with everybody else. You hips move along with the rhythm of the music as your head lets itself fall back into your neck.

All of a sudden a pair of hands are on your hips. Instead of pulling yourself out of the grasp, you push your self against the person. You throw them a quick glance over your shoulder. It's a man. Dark curls falling in front of his eyes, a soft rosy colour dusted over his cheeks - most likely from the alcohol. A groan escapes from his lips as you press your bum into his front. His fingers roam up and over your body, lighting your skin on fire as they go.

" I'm Y/N! " you shout over the music. The man nods, leaning in to talk in your ear.

" Cody," he says, causing shivers to run over your spine. Cody. He seems like a Cody. he presses you against him again and starts dancing. You follow his movements without any complaints.

After what felt like hours of dancing, he links his fingers with yours and pulls you aside, out of the crowd. You follow him even though it what he is doing seems kinda sketchy, but your brain is to buzzed up to register it.

Cody leads you to the kitchen of the house. Only a couple of people are there, either making out or getting a new drink out of the fridge. Quickly, he pushes you against the counter. His lips ghost over the skin of your neck, leaving wet kisses along with them.

He pulls away, staring at you with glossy eyes. " I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, but you look so kissable," he whispers before leaning in. You push your hands against his chest to hold him back.

" It's definitely because you're drunk. I can smell the alcohol from here, " you so as the wiggle yourself out of his grasp to grab one of the red cups of beer belonging to an abanded game of beer pong.

You hear Cody groan behind you as he makes his way over to you, grabbing a cup for himself as well. " And you smell like weed. ".

You nod at his comment, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. You two sit there as you both finish your cup, listing to the slightly muffled music.

" You look like an angel, " he says, breaking the silence. You give him a small smile, leaning in a bit closer.

" You know who you look like? " you ask him. A smirk appears on his lips as he patiently waits for your answer. " Someone who I'm gonna ignore, " you say before pushing your cup into his hands and making your way over to the dancing crowd.

Before you can get away, however, two strong hands wrap themselves around your wrist and pull you to the owner of them, Cody. " You're sassy. I like that, " he says with a rumble in his voice.

You try to get out of his grip, but he just pulls you tighter towards him. " What do I gotta do for you to stop bugging me? " you question, playfulness laced in your voice.

" Kiss me. " he simply states. You roll your eyes at him before pressing your lips against his. His grip on your wrists softens as he starts to kiss back. You take this opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers toying with his curls.

A moan falls from his lips as you give one of his locks a particularly hard pulls. " Kinky, are we? " you say between the kisses. You can feel him smile against your lips as he lets his hands run over your waist.

You bit down on his bottom lips softly before pulling away from his mouth and starting to suck on the delicate skin of his neck. He lets out a moan as you suck on a particularly sensitive area of his neck.

He takes he left hand and places it underneath your chin, pulling up to meet his lips again. He's rougher now, a certain type of hunger prominent in his kisses.

Cody pulls you closer to his body by your hips, causing a squeal to fall of your lips. You let one of your arms rest on against his chest as the other stays behind his neck.

Before he can deepen the kiss too much, you pull away. You untangle yourself from him and lett him send in the kitchen without you in his grasp. You start to walk away. " Can I get your number?! " he yells after you.

You stop to look over your shoulder at him, shaking your head slightly. " No, but I'll find you when I need you, mister Cody, " you say before disappearing into the dancing crowd again.

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spencer-is-amazing · 5 years

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Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word Length: 2k~

Warnings: None

Chapter 1: The End (x)

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Chapter 3: Purple or Grey

Also posted on my Ao3 account! (x)

Wilhemina Venable lead Timothy, Emily and Julie through a tall tunnel that let to an open area, lit by a large fire that showed off just how massive the downstairs was.

Timothy inquired as to whether it was a fall out shelter, and Venable responded in a bleak tone, “It is now. For many years it served as an exclusive boys school.”

Julie was tempted to ask what kind of boy’s school was this deep underground and this strangely creepy, but Emily beat her to it, “What kind of boys school is subterranean?”

“The Cooperative, to whom we owe our eternal gratitude, took ownership and converted it once they realized what was coming.”

“The Cooperative knew the bombs were gonna drop and they didn’t make more? Try to save more people?” One look from Venable had Julie shutting her mouth.

“The Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bomb.” She led them through the main room downstairs, going through another passageway that led to a spiraled set of stairs. Julie would’ve been amazed under any other circumstances at the neat architecture.

“The Cooperative is not made up of nations or armies.” She paused at the base of the spiral. “It is a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer. The visionaries.”

Julie couldn’t help herself, “Are you apart of the Cooperative?”

Venable ignored Julie’s question, and truthfully Julie hadn’t expected an answer, in turn explained exactly why they were there. She said technology was the problem, had led people to believe that they were equal, and it made Julie uneasy.

Venable sounded like one of those radicals who still believed in slavery and segregation and from the way there were people dressed in grey cleaning the floors, this would be a very uncomfortable lifestyle. Who even decided who got live in luxury and who scrubbed the toilets? Venable? The Cooperative?

She led the three of them into one room, “You are a purple.” The three of them were confused as Venable opened up a closet full of Victoria style purple dresses.

“The elite, the worthy.” Venable pierced Julie with a glare. “Those chosen to survive.”

Emily walked into the closet and pulled out a purple coat, scoffing at its ugliness. “I’m supposed to wear this shit?”

“In the Outpost, everyone must know their place.” Once again, she met Julie’s eyes. “The purple’s wear purple, the Grey’s, Grey.”

“Who are the Grey’s?” Venable called them the worker ants and said that they were here to serve, claiming they were grateful for the opportunity. It made her stomach turn to hear another human speak about others in such a degrading way.

Venable led Timothy to his room; closet full of purple suits and said much of the same that had been said to Emily before stepping out, leaving Julie alone with her. It was an awkward few minutes of silence.

“Am I a purple too?”

Venable’s face flickered in the light of the candle, “If it were up to me, you would have been left to the blast.” The terrifying woman tapped her cane twice. “If it were up to me, you’d be a grey.”

Julie held her breath, lungs whimpering for air but fear kept her still. Would she really throw her out?

“But lucky for you, the Cooperative is responsible for your survival. Now come, you should get settled in.”

The only sound that echoed through the underground cavern was Venable’s cane, taking her to a room that was much out of place from the others, as well as much larger. It felt so foreign, like attaching a prosthetic limb that was much more deserving of someone else.

There was a queen sized bed, a roaring fireplace, a massive closet which most likely held more purple clothes, and three couches that looked great for leisuring. But how did one leisuring when the world had burned and there were people deemed under her nose. It made her sick to be given all this.

Venable was on her way out when she spoke up, “The house rules are simple; you will address me as Ms. Venable, you may never leave the building and if you do you will not be allowed back inside.”

Venable tapped her cane, “Copulation of any kind is forbidden.” Not allowing sex in the end of times was pretty fucked.

“We dress for dinner, you’ll find your dinner wear on the left side of the armoire. Cocktails in the music room at 6:30, be prompt.”

She slid the door open; “There’s no excuse for tardiness when there’s nothing to do.” Julie flinched when the door slammed shut, eyes watering and lip trembling.

So this was her life now; living in Outpost 3 under the cruel thumb of Ms. Venable, following her rules and never seeing the cold light of day again. No one could blame her for wetting her pillow with tears.

Julie March left her room at 6:20, donned in a purple dress that belonged more in a 19th century novel than in 2020, but at least it was comfy so she couldn’t complain. A grey was a few feet away from her door and led her to the lounge hall, never making eye contact or speaking a word.

It was unsettling to say the least. But even worse were the people she was greeted to in the lounge area.

There was Gallant, a white haired flamboyant man-child who hated the repetitive song on the radio and had a liking for Coco’s hair, as well as being Evie’s grandson. And as for Evie, she was a bitter old woman who thought she deserved this so called ‘Salvation’ because she attended the Oscars with Natalie Wood.

There wasn’t much to say about the others; A white guy named Stu laid in the arms of his lover who’s name she still didn’t know, and a grey named Mallory complained to Coco that she deserved to be a purple.

Emily and Timothy came in after her and sat close, staring at the each other. So this was the end of the world, the last of civilization in one neat little box.

Gallant was making a fuss over Coco’s strange up do, and once more complaining about the song on the radio that played 24/7 and never changed or stopped.

A middle aged black woman who introduced herself as Dinah Stevens came near Timothy and tried to make conversation, while Gallant moved from Coco to asking Emily if anything was happening outside.

“It’s all gone. Everything.” None of them looked shocked, aside from Stu who couldn’t believe the word was dead in just two weeks.

Dinner was an awkward affair consisting of gelatin cubes with enough nutrients to keep the body alive, and conversation that made her want to tear her hair out. At least until Gallant grew brave enough to address her, as no one else had.

“So why do you get a special room? Everyone else is on the second floor but I saw you come from downstairs. In fact, what makes you a purple and not a grey?”

Gallant must have realized he was being to forward and backtracked, “Not trying to insult you or anything-“

Stu muttered “too late” and Gallant shot him a look before addressing her again, “I’m not saying you don’t deserve to be purple cause this whole system of who does and doesn’t is fucked in the ass, but just like, why you? I could do so much more with a bigger room.”

A lot of questions from a small-minded idiot, but she wasn’t mean enough to say that aloud. “To be honest, it’s just as surprising to you as it is to me. “ There wasn’t much else to say, so she stayed quiet, ignoring Evie’s glare at her side.

Julie used her fork to cut up her cube in four pieces, eating each one as slow as she could, even if the hunger was gnawing at her gut. A laugh nearly erupted when Coco ate hers in one bite and complained aloud that she wanted more.

“Fuck this bullshit!” Julie wanted to snort as Coco stood and spoke to the whole table, “With all the thought that went into this place, they don’t have a single bag of Pirate’s Booty in the pantry? For a hundred million dollars a ticket, I expect goddam Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us real food!”

Julie dropped her head when Ms. Venable came into sight, cane clacking on the ground. It was no shocker when she slapped Coco clean across the face, but the thing that did shock Julie was the short stout woman who was next to Ms. Venable.

It was akin to being slapped herself; she knew her.

At least, she thinks she did. Julie bites her lip in irritation, as she can’t place just where she’s seen here. It was like knocking on your own front door but no one answers, or like an autobiography with empty pages.

Her eyes closed and she traveled through her thoughts, avoiding all the happy memories of life before two weeks ago, and it was as if there was a fog in her brain, scrambling a few certain things she so desperately wanted to see.

“Are we boring you?”

Her eyes jolted open to find the whole table watching her, though the short stout woman was the one who had spoken to her. Julie shook her head and the stout woman gave her a soft smile that made her feel like a kid again.

Ms. Venable spoke of a carrier pigeon that had come, a message stating the there were in fact three other Outposts, but they had been overrun. That life outside these walls was nothing more than rotting corpses and hungry cannibals. They were it.

It was stomach curling to hear that after only two weeks like had all but been destroyed outside these walls; that there was nothing out there was cannibals and, she quotes, ‘canker puss monsters.’ Julie hoped she would never have to meet them.

A few other people walked in, dressed in black, and the tallest one leaned down to whisper in the stout woman’s ear.

“We have a problem.”

They had taken Stu and Gallant, claims of them having radiation spikes and Julie only assumed they were dead. They’d been allowed to leave after the two men had been dragged away, and Julie nearly vomited up her cube, but knew it would only hurt her in the long run.

She changed into her nightwear and paced the room, fire reflecting shapes on the wall. It was too early for sleep, and talking to the others would be as bad as being alone. There were no books in here and asking Ms. Venable if there was a library seemed too scary an option.

Were they supposed to do this for the next 18 months until they ran out of food, then what? Starve? Go crazy?

A sorrow filled chuckle filled the room but she refused to shed any more tears. It was acceptance or die.

A knock on the door brought her from her reverie, and Julie quickly slid it open, brows furrowing in confusion when no one was on the other side. Who the hell ding dong ditched in a damn fallout shelter?

“Hello?” There were no Grey’s, no Purple’s, no one. She was stepping back in when a flash from the corner of her eye had her sharply turning to the left, eyes widening at what she saw a few feet away.

It was a body covered in black latex, head to toe and in a pose that felt insanely nauseatingly threatening. “Can I help you?”

The figure stood there and this was something out of a horror movie to be honest. Only she would stand and talk to whatever the hell it was. “Hey!”

She yelled for it when the figure turned and walked away. Julie looked around, was she supposed to follow him? Or was this just some trick they were all playing on her for shits and giggles? This was such a scenario that you saw in movies like Scream, where you’re yelling for the girl to run away from the killer, but in Julie’s case, death might be better than life at Outpost 3.

With one last look at the much too large and painfully clean room, she closed the door and followed the figure.

Thanks for reading!

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cinnamon-harry · 2 years

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can you do a fake instagram post of cody fern x fem!reader (fc alexa demi or lorde or anyone really), reader being a family member of harry’s, and they meet through him. eventually being in a secret relationship but they get exposed on accident at like a concert or something?

this one’s a little different but i liked her she was fun, just wanna point out that i did make this around halloween time i just never got around to posting it buttt hope u like it <3

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yourinstagram 😉

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ynfan1 bestie who is this

yourbestfriend so cute

yourinstagram @yourbestfriend ty bae <3

ynfan2 don’t be shy, show us who it is

yourinstagram @ynfan2 👀😮‍💨

harryfan1 i see being a tease just runs in the family…

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fanupdates1 Y/N AND CODY FERN AT HARRYS SHOW IN NASHVILLE

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ynfan1 not them chopping it up at harry’s show

ynfan2 HELLO ?? SUCH A HOT COUPLE

codyfan1 lmaoo why r they at a harry styles concert

fanupdates1 @codyfan1 y/n and harry are distant cousins <3

codyfan2 wait but i’m kind of here for it

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codyfern spooky season

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yourinstgram 👻🎃

ynfan1 R YALL DATING, YES OR NO? 🎤

harryfan1 she’s so pretty

normani cuties

yourinstagram @normani 😘😘😘

ynfan2 QUEEN SERVING FACE

codyfan1 i’m screaming into the void

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yourinstagram fuck it

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harrystyles proud to say i made this happen

yourinstagram @harrystyles humble yourself🤨

harryfan1 not harry coming to collect his credit

yoursister gross

yourinstagram @yoursister sorry mom

ynfan1 NO THEYRE SO CUTE

ynfan2 mom and dad🥺

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masterlist.

#harry styles #alexa demie #cody fern #harry styles blurb #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles fake social media #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles instagram #cody fern x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot

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taehyungsgrowl · 2 years

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thinking about michael and valentine’s day 😌

like… hawthorne!michael hearing whispers of crushes and valentines at hawthorne… cheeks going pink because he has that one person in mind to be his valentine 🥺 practicing in the mirror how he wants to ask them to be his valentine… or like shy!hawthorne!michael who can not imagine facing his crush to tell them he likes them 🥺 but… thinks valentine’s day is the perfect opportunity… so he manages to conjure a thousand red roses… filling their room with it… maybe their crush never expressed interest in roses or flowers… but michael saw it in a movie and thought they would love it too 👉👈 and his crush just 😽🥺 loving the surprise (michael thinks no one knows about his crush but… he gets sooo flustered around them is ridiculously obvious - especially to the object of his affection!) and they’re so 😽 because michael got the courage to make the day special for them… maybe even surprise him with a kissie 🥺👉👈 ahh.. or vice versa with his crush doing something sweet for him! he would lose™️ it.

okay and outpost!michael (who maybe doesn’t have a lot of knowledge on the holiday) kinda rolling his eyes a little at the concept 🙄 doesn’t get why humans need a special day dedicated to love (especially when he devotes every day to making sure his significant other knows how much he loves them) but… still finds himself spoiling his baby 😌 no bc the thought of clueless!outpost!michael dressed in black from head to toe in the valentine’s day aisle at a CVS, brows furrowed, trying to decide which box of candies he should get them 🤨🥺 and ofc ends up leaving with 30 boxes of candy, 50 cheesy balloons, and at least 20 dozen floral arrangements 😭 and the cashier trying to make a joke w him about how much he’s taking but he’s just 😐💞 and omfg him struggling to get all the damn balloons in his car… long blonde hair and balloon strings flying everywhere sksksk

what i’m trying to say is i love michael langdon going overboard on valentine’s day (mostly bc he’s a little clueless about the holiday).

#michael langdon #idk if the spacing looks weird to y’all but it does to me and idk how to fix #american horror story #ahs #american horror story apocalypse #ahs apocalypse #cody fern #outpost!michael #hawthorne!michael #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fluff

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Below, you will find my complete Cody Fern Characters masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE! The character of Michael Langdon will have an individual masterlist, the rest will be listed below, and as they are written!

AHS Masterlist

My library blog

Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

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Michael Langdon Masterlist

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Andy Dolan:

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #1 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #2 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #3 💔❤️‍🔥

Andy Dolan - Headcanons w/ Virgin!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Waves of Blue - ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Jim Mason:

Rocking Into It ❤️‍🔥

Motion - (Jim Mason x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series )

Chapter One Teaser 💝

Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Secondary Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥

Duncan Shepherd:

Duncan taking care of you when you’re sick - (Headcanon)💝

Soft sex with Duncan - (Headcanon) 💝❤️‍🔥

Valiant Thor:

Valiant Thor x Fem!Reader - ❤️‍🔥

Stan Vogel:

My Cabin - ❤️‍🔥

Xavier Plympton:

Ride - ❤️‍🔥

Dibs - (Xavier Plympton x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series)

Chapter One

Crossovers:

Listen to That - (Duncan Shepherd x Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader) ❤️‍🔥

When the Tide Meets the Shore - (Andy Dolan x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader Series) 💔💝❤️‍🔥

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

Thomas Browne:

coming SOON

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langdxn · 3 years

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How do you think the Cody’s would react to you getting pregnant when your relationship was still pretty new?

awh surely the boys are good fathers no matter what, right? sneaking this under a cut because i got carried away

Every aspect of Outpost!Michael’s life is so heavily planned and orchestrated that, by the time he’s brought about the end of the world and established the apocalyptic outposts, the thought of starting a family is well beyond his mind. Nevertheless, his arrival at Outpost 3 led him to you: the enchanting gray he didn’t remember from the occupant lists. Your gradual back-and-forth flirting over the common room over two weeks led you falling head over heels into the most romantic, steamy and intense relationship of your lives — but was that all down to the isolation, living in close proximity underground every hour of the day?

It seems your nerves as you stuttered out your secret at the end of Michael’s stressful interview day were completely justified, judging by the blank expression on his face. “Pregnant?” He repeated sternly as he rubbed his temple. “You’re aware we’re facing the end of humanity as we know it, and you’re bringing another life into this barren husk of a world?” His brows knitted tightly together as he computed the situation before him, gaze darting around his bronzed office before falling back to your eyes.

“But the baby is mine?” A grin curled the corner of his lips ever so slightly as realisation sunk in, lunging forward to grasp your hand over his desk. “Then we have nine months to get to know each other properly before we have another life to get to know too.”

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The spontaneity of Xavier Plympton’s life up until this moment has taken him to some extraordinary places: experimenting with drugs, shooting gay porn, even counseling at Camp Redwood for a summer he thought would be safe and peaceful. He invited you along for the sole purpose of showing off his new girl to his closest friends, introducing you by way of shoving you all together in a deserted summer camp to get to know one another.

As Xavier thoughtfully plates up breakfast around the campfire for everyone, there’s no hiding the excitement glowing across his countenance, brightening his cheeks and planting that special glisten in his eyes. However, catching sight of the greasy fried egg on your plate sends you racing back to the girls’ cabin — your first sign of morning sickness has arrived. Blissfully unaware of your condition and assuming you’d simply forgotten something in your bunk, Xavier begins his announcement while idly bouncing on the balls of his feet: “I’m sure you’ll all get a chance to speak to Y/N while we’re here, but I wanted you to be the first to know we’re officially together as of today!”

“And she’s pregnant already, doofus,” Montana jibes with a roll of her eyes, jabbing a finger in the direction you darted and couldn’t be seen for dust. “I’ve seen this happen a thousand times over, you knocked her up on the first time, Plympton!”

Xavier pauses, staring into the middle distance for a moment. Suddenly, as if a lightbulb moment struck him, he grins even wider and chuckles to himself. “I’m gonna be a dad and a Hollywood actor? This summer is so fucking rad!”

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There’s no way of skirting around it — family is a very sensitive subject around Duncan Shepherd. Not that you could consider your impending motherhood much of a family when the father of your unborn child is your soon-to-be-divorced boss at the Shepherd Freedom Foundation. The nights you spent rolling around atop his desk when the office was empty couldn’t ever be the starting line for a genuine family unit, could it? As far as you were aware, your pussy was merely a gateway drug to letting out his frustrations of his messy divorce. He’d been married for 7 years and they had no children to show for it, was he even the fatherly type?

Duncan’s gaze caught yours as you grabbed your bag from beneath your desk, heading to the doctors for your first checkup of yours and your baby’s health, but you forced his image out of your mind. You promised yourself you’d tell the expectant father closer to your 12-week scan in hopes you could gather further information on his promise as a dad in the meantime. Once you headed for the door, Duncan grasped your arm and pulled you in to kiss you in front of the entire office, faces behind desks frozen in shock, a deep red flushing your own cheeks while he leaned in to deepen your connection.

“I know,” he muttered indicatively into your mouth as you parted lips and he guided you to the exit, an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. “Penny saw your pregnancy test in the office restroom when you left. Be honest with me, is the baby mine?” You meekly nodded as he ushered you around a corner and through the front doors. “Then consider this your last day in the office, you won’t have to work a day while you’re carrying my child.” He drew to a halt as you reached the busy sidewalk, his free hand gently planting into the plane of your abdomen, as flat as it would be for the next nine months. “Don’t worry, I’ll be paying to keep you both safe and happy. You’re a Shepherd now, and Shepherds look after each other.”

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The most paternal surfer boy this side of Bali, Jim Mason warms to the idea of becoming a father immediately. Who cares that you’d only been seeing each other for two months before the condom broke in the midst of an intense session up against the rocks on the beach bathed in the glow of a particularly beautiful sunset? On reflection, it was quite possibly the most romantic setting in which to make a baby, stealing chaste kisses and panting breathless declarations of love in between. Those same hushed affections spilled from his lips when you told him you were pregnant, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around like an ecstatic carousel. The blissful happiness lasted a month and a half, until one evening the deafening silence around the house suggested your boyfriend was still at the beach.

Wandering down to the shore, you spotted a familiar form hunched over at the water’s edge, head between his legs and his arched back pulsing as if he was sobbing. As you approached, his gentle weeping nearly drowned out by the crashing surf, it became clear that this breakdown was a side of Jim you’d never seen before, a change that exposed a weakness in him. He noticed your approaching footfalls as the sand squished beneath you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered under ragged breaths. “I can’t, I… I’m never going to be a good father!” He sobbed weakly as you perched beside him, draping a sympathetic arm over his shoulder. “I’ll fuck it all up, just like my dad fucked it all up with me and Medina.” His head instinctively dipped into you, leaning over and pressing his weight against you. “I’m scared, I’m scared I won’t be good enough.”

Of course, what he doesn’t understand in this moment is that the simple fact he’s concerned about how good a father he’ll be already proves he’ll be a better father than his own. Suddenly, his sniffing ceased, raising his head to gaze into your eyes through a tear-blurred haze. “We… we can do this together, right? As long as I’ve got you, we can do anything.”

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When he first found out you were expecting his baby, Richard fell silent again. His bad dreams intensified, leaving him a quivering, frantic shell of his former self squirming in bed beside you. What could be so terrifying to him, the thought of becoming a father at such a young age? Or of being tied to the girl he only met a month ago over a heated exchange in the clinic lounge concerning the TV channel of choice on a Friday night?

As he writhed among the sheets, you reached out a hand to rest on his chest and reassured him between weak whimpers escaping his lips. “They’re… they’re coming,” he stuttered in a panic, “baby… they’re coming for our baby!” His knees flailed about, scuffing up the sheets and shaking with fear. “Don’t… don’t touch her,” he exclaimed defiantly, balling his fists at his side and drawing his bottom lip between clenched teeth. “Leave my daughter alone!” Suddenly, his fidgeting ceased, his fingers unfurled and his features melted down from their raging skewed frown to a peaceful, serene half-smile.

Without warning, his hand journeyed behind your head and scooped around your shoulders, drawing you in and holding you as close as physically possible — all without opening his eyes, almost as if he were still locked inside his dreamscape. His other hand cupped the back of your head and pressed your face into his chest. “Stay away from my girls, they’re mine.”

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Meeting Andy Dolan at his sickeningly excessive birthday party and bonding over your shared adoration of cocaine wasn’t the ideal foundation for a family. In fact, it wasn’t any foundation for a family. Hiding from the paparazzi was a full-time job for the actor with whom you had somehow fallen into a casual relationship, he always felt distant and preoccupied, glaring out of every passing window and obsessing over internet searches. He was already struggling to handle his crumbling connection with his child and his bitter divorce, so you figured his only feasible response to discovering he’d already knocked up his new partner wouldn’t be a happy one, particularly given the cold stare he flashed at you for turning down his offer of a line as you chilled out the night before.

Hoping Andy was suitably distracted by rehearsing for an upcoming screen test, you aimed to sneak out of the mansion and head straight for the clinic, your mind sufficiently made up that you couldn’t keep this baby, least of all raise it in the shattered environment around you. Reaching the gates and waiting for the doorman to operate the electronics, your mission had succeeded up until a hand curled around your wrist and spun you on your heels to front the skewed rage on Andy’s face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His words spat through gritted teeth. “Did you think you’d get away with this, huh? Getting rid of my baby without even telling me?!” You had no chance to defend yourself or question how he found out before he launched into another tirade. “You think I won’t be a good father? Because I’m always off my face in one capacity or another?”

His grip weakened on your forearm for his hand to slip down your wrist and entwined his fingers with yours, the other reaching up to cup the back of your neck as his voice softened. “The coke? Gone. It’s gone. I’ll go back to the wellness centre and do it properly this time. Just please, please don’t get rid of our baby? Give me a chance to be a proper dad this time?”

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