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Yessss !!! Vampire Michael !!! Poor little bat, his life was not easy. Even if he is the antichrist he deserves to be happy ! 

It’s awful but... you intrigued me with his last lover, who tried to kill him. I need to know more about that ! 

I’m sure Michael was as mad as heartbroken by this betrayal. I need to know if, sometimes, he thinks reader could do that to him too. Yes, she seems to accept him and his destiny, but deep down, the little boy he was is scared she will leave like the others, when she will see that he is just a monster. She will be afraid, she will judge him, and maybe, like the last one, she will try to kill him. When she is cooking, a knife in her hand, does he stay away, just in case ? When she is asking questions about vampires and what could kill him, does he totally believes her when she says it’s to avoid hurting him ? I’m sure she will have his trust at the end, or he would never change her, but I wonder how many time he needs for that. 

Oh yes please please Vampire Michael's past ! How he was created (because he is born a vampire if I remember right, so had he ever be a child ?), his father, his path. His longing for a partner, the rejections, the deaths, the difficult when he was starving and a lover was bleeding, the loneliness during decades, what he was hoping for... and what he found with reader !!! I need all this and more !!

This will be under a read more because I want to write all of these!!!

How he was created: 

I imagine it was much the same as his canonical birth/conception, with a sexual experience between a human and a ghost resulting in the Antichrist. Michael was one of Satan’s “first” Antichrist experiments, the other ones having failed his standards. As Satan watched young Michael’s bloodlust grow along with the toddler, the idea of vampirism came to him. Why not make the Antichrist an apex predator who will live forever? That way, he could gauge the best way to bring about the end of the world, and just when humanity’s seemed to burn itself out.

Thus, Satan decides to speed up Michael’s growth. Now, not only do Michael’s neighbors think he’s strange, they also think he’s a warlock (not far off). Michael’s aware of his father’s plans to make him immortal, he just doesn’t know when. In Satan’s eyes, Michael reaches full maturity in his mid-20s. That’s when he becomes a vampire, with Satan killing him so he can be reborn as a creature of the night.

His father:

Satan’s still pretty absent from Michael’s life, but he actually answers when Michael calls. There is, however, one time where he does abandon his son due to Michael “straying” from the path. This is where Sojourn!era comes into play. That moment, about a hundred years after Michael is changed, is when he really starts to come into his own as the vampiric Antichrist. He’s so hungry that, after coming out of the woods, he demolishes a small town and leaves no survivors. After proving that he can actually live up to the title bestowed upon him, Michael’s father finally speaks to him once more.

His path:

The end of the world involves quite a bit of planning. Not only are there innumerable ways to actually end the world, but certain things need to come into place before the world can be ended. That’s why the vampire route works so well. Michael has all the time in the world to plan the apocalypse, as well as study humanity and see what parts, if any, are worth saving. 

His longing for a partner:

Living forever can be quite lonely. The first couple hundred years or so are great for Michael: he doesn’t have to get attached to anyone or anything, and he can use his otherworldly beauty to take as many lovers as he wants. By the time he’s seen multiple centuries come and go, he realizes that the one thing he wants more than anything is companionship.

Satan created other vampires after Michael. Once those vampires figured out that they could turn others, more and more vampires were created. Michael believed that those vampires, the ones that turned a human for companionship, were far too attached to their emotions. Vampires are above humans, why should they have such human emotions? Eventually, lone-wolf Michael begins to understand the appeal of having a “family,” or even just one other person to stick by his side. His heart, which hasn’t beat for hundreds of years, seems to clench in pain whenever he sees those of his kind kissing or being otherwise affectionate. Michael would do anything to have that.

The rejections:

Often, it’s Michael having to reject people. Vampires don’t get rejected. If they did, then they would die of thirst. And if anybody thinks of rejecting them, glamouring comes in handy. Typically, people are throwing themselves at Michael because of his beauty. That gets old very fast, so Michael will often glamour people to get away from him.

The deaths:

I’ve mentioned a few times that Michael has not had a lot of long-term, serious lovers. Before reader, there’s only three or four others (he’s especially vague on just how many, although he’s more than happy to tell you about all his sexual escapades in vivid detail). The first deaths hurt him so much that he felt absolutely shattered and betrayed, and he often wondered why he was still experiencing human emotions if he was no longer human. His last lover had betrayed him, attempting to kill him when Michael’s plans were revealed. Michael had almost been killed, the vampire lore being right about enough things to seriously harm him. He had to kill his own lover, and in that moment he swore to himself that he would never have feelings for a human again.

The difficulty when he was starving and a lover was bleeding:

I’m gonna say this hasn’t happened to him before reader! Now that humanity is so advanced and people are beginning to suspect other supernatural creatures of existing after learning that witches do, warfare against vampires is becoming more sophisticated. Maybe a group of fundamentalist Christians lock Michael up with silver chains (taking a page from True Blood since I’ve been obsessed with that lately), and he’s in a basement for almost a week before you can find him. When you do find him, and release him, he nearly attacks you before controlling himself. He refuses to drink your blood, not when he’s not sure whether or not he can exercise self-control. You, however, have complete trust in him, and you hold your wrist closer and closer until the hunger overtakes him and he has no choice but to eat. Sure enough, he proves you right when he’s able to control himself.

What he found with reader:

With reader, Michael’s found an equal. He’s found someone who is willing to love him for who he is, but without fawning over him and doing everything he asks. He’s found someone who will put him in his place when needed, but will comfort him too. He’s found love. Real, true love that supersedes any other notion of love he had prior.

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These were really fun! Let me know if you want more!

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A Monster Under Your Bed (Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

Summary: Michael Langdon has always liked to spy on you from under your bed

Warnings: Smut

This story is also on my AO3. My username is SisteroftheMoon.

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Crimeverse!AU. We know Duncan loves his two lovers equally, but Reader's sure that Michael will always prefer Duncan. So when the boss and her are both kidnapped and Michael had to make a decision, she's sure he will not come to her. But he does. Because he loves her and, even if he is an idiot, Duncan can take care of himself, he is a big guy.

I’m so soft for the idea of Michael and reader being oblivious idiots in love. Both of them share the same doubts about the depth of the other’s feelings for them (even though it’s obvious to everyone that they would kill or die for each other), and both of them feel like they’re second best; they’ve convinced themselves that the other will always love Duncan more than them, even though Duncan tries to assure them that they’re being ridiculous, because he sees how they are around each other at their most intimate and vulnerable, and he knows that they love each other more than they’d ever want to admit.

When Michael comes to her rescue, all fire and fury as he fights his way to get to her, she feels a sense of warmth wash over her. He does everything he can to keep her safe and protected (he tells himself that he’s doing it for Duncan’s sake, and that Duncan would never forgive him if he had allowed any harm to come to her, and Michael tries to avoid the slow realization that he’s lying to himself), and when he finally gets her free, she rushes into his arms. And for both of them, it feels like coming home.

Michael is soaked with sweat and blood, adrenaline coursing through his veins, but she pays it no mind; she tangles her fingers into his hair and kisses him deeply, and she’s stunned to realize that as their mouths move against each other, both their cheeks are streaked with tears.

“I love you,” she tells him softly as she strokes his hair, and Michael gives her a rare, genuine smile as he leans in to kiss her again, brushing her cheekbone with his thumb.

His response is little more than a whisper, like some quiet, secret thing, but it causes goosebumps to rise across her skin none-the-less. “I love you, too.”

(Duncan is waiting for them when they arrive back at the apartment; he’s biting down on the leather strap of his belt as he attempts to sew up a wound on his side by himself, and he simply lifts a brow as he watches them walk in, drenched in blood with their hands entwined, wearing equally sheepish smiles.

“Thanks for the help, by the way,” Duncan drawls, his voice slightly muffled by the strap of the belt. “I handled it just fine, if you’d like to know.”

“As I knew you would,” Michael responds just as dryly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Duncan’s head before he kneels down in front of him to take over stitching up the wound. “I had a damsel in distress to rescue, after all.”

“Call me that again,” she threatens as she kneels down on Duncan’s other side, looking him over for any other injuries, “and I’ll carve your heart out and eat it, Langdon.”

“See?” Duncan asks with a grin. “I told you that she loves you.”)

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I wonder how Michael would react with a lover who suffers from dysphoria. She believes him when he says he loves her, finds her beautiful, but she doesn't see it. She just sees that he is handsome and people must be wondering what a man like him does with her. So she does everything to change, when there is nothing to change. Sport, diet, make-up, loose clothes, and light off for hugs, because she doesn't want him to see her body. It's already hard to be touched, she doesn't want to disgust him

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So I just wanted to put here an huge disclaimer because I don’t personally have body dysphoria, although I do have some self-esteem issues (which I am not absolutely comparing to dysphoria), so I tried to look in it, but I still want to say that I hope that this doesn’t suck!

So, please be gentle and if I got anything wrong just send me an ask, telling me what I did (obviously gently) or shoot me a DM, so that I can do better!

Also this is set up in THIS universe!

Hope you’ll like this!

WARNINGS: Body Dysphoria, Mention of Sex.

Growing up thinking that something was wrong with your body was much more painful than some might imagine.

And some might believe.

Because it wasn’t simply the pain of finding your body to be just plain wrong, it was also the fact that many didn’t believe how much you wanted to desperately shed your skin for another.

‘Everyone goes through a phase where they don’t like their body’ had once told you your mother, after you had cried your heart out about your disgust for your body ‘… it’s adolescence you’ll grow out of it’.

But you had never.

You had just learned to hide it all better.

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We all know Jim is a party boy ! Getting drunk, dancing, having fun, when his shy gf prefers to stay at home. She is fine with it, if he is careful. She is mostly scared about all the beautiful girls around him, and when she sees pictures of him with one of them sitting on him on ig, she just wants to cry. (of course, nothing happened, but after that, everytime he sends a text, smile at a girl or go out with friends, she gets ideas)

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I hope you’ll like this! 

I have a strange love-hate relationship with jealousy so if I didn’t write this amazingly just ask me again and I’ll try to do better!

Ahhh haven’t I missed my sweetheart Jimmy?

WARNINGS: Jealousy, Introvert! Reader, Mention of Drugs/Making Out/Insecurities.

You had never been jealous, before Jimmy.

But at the same time, you had never had someone like Jimmy in your life, someone who you cared to the point that it hurt you in any way possible to think of him with another girl, which happened even more frequently than you might think, since Jimmy seemed to be constantly in a crowd.

It was what differentiated you from him: you were shy, and as much as you were also in crowds you couldn’t stand them for longer than a few minutes, preferring the calmness of being outside of them, not always on your own, but in smaller groups than Jim’s.

You didn’t approve of his friends but hadn’t told him anything: you didn’t want to seem irrational and alongside this, the jealousy you felt was something you had to work on your own.

There wouldn’t come anything good from forbidding Jim to hang out with girls, but it still pained you to know that he was out with all those pretty and outgoing girls, constantly hanging on his lips.

It was unfair how gorgeous and popular Jimmy was.

It made you question why he chose someone like you.

A little asocial introvert with her passion for sea at night and collecting shells.

And sometimes insecurity just got the best of you.

You usually tried to hang out with Jimmy’s friends, both to keep an eye out on your boy and both to try to spend time together doing what Jimmy wanted, since although Fridays usually were his thing to choose, you had all the weekend to decide.

That Friday you hadn’t just felt like going out, the gym lesson had kicked your ass and a meeting with your friends had completely drained all your social energies and in the end had felt like going out with Jimmy would have just ruined your mood.

But you didn’t know it could be ruined further, as you scrolled through the stories, coming up with one from a girl of your high school, Heather, Jimmy’s ex-girlfriend, although they had spent simply a date together.

In the small video there was what looked like an idiotic game of pressing the cards between your lips and passing them, innocent enough, hadn’t Heather accidentally dropped it and proceeded to enact the punishment for such a gesture, on the boy to her side.

Kissing Jimmy on the lips.

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Hello! I’m not great with technology so I don’t know if your recent post about head cannons was actually tonight but I had to get this one out of my own head: Werewolf Duncan is beyond possessive and territorial when he can sense his mate is fertile. She has to peel him off of her so she can work, shower, etc, and if they’re in public and he notices other mens eyes on her it would be an understatement to say he gets scary. Let’s not forget that he also gets rough in bed at this point as well 😬

Oh my fucking GODDDDDDDDDDD

Before Duncan, you never used to keep much track of your cycle

You knew when your period was, of course, but that’s about the extent

Now, you’ve learned to track ovulation and fertility windows for the sole purpose of controlling the beast that is your werewolf of a boyfriend

The window is still enough days that it’s impossible to escape his clinginess for longer than a few hours

You wake up and Duncan has you pulled flush against his chest, arms locked tightly around you and ensuring that you’re not going anywhere until he allows it

Showering? If it’s not with Duncan, it’s not happening

Cooking meals, sitting on the couch, doing housework–Duncan has one hand on you at all times

Even just convincing him to not call your boss and buy a few days off for you is an accomplishment

But don’t worry, he still checks in on you through text every half hour

Honestly, you’ll take the texts and his constant, comforting presence at home if it means you don’t have to go out in public with him when you’re fertile

Part of you wants to chastise him for the way he acts if a man so much as even looks at you, but you know he feels terrible for his actions

He just can’t help himself

There was one particularly frightening instance that still sticks in your memory

You had run into a mutual friend while waiting for Duncan to get off of work

It was a perfectly normal interaction, if the love of your life wasn’t a werewolf

He had smiled upon seeing you in the lobby of the Shepherd Freedom Foundation, but that smile quickly faded when he saw the way you were laughing at a joke your friend told

You had seen the look in Duncan’s eyes when he approached you, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist

He was ready to rip the guy’s head off solely because he was interacting with you

After that, you had both decided that meeting up in public during fertile windows wasn’t the best idea

There is one good aspect of these few days: the sex

You’ve had to buy at least two new headboards in the time you’ve been in a relationship with Duncan

Bruises litter your skin, witch scratches to match on Duncan

Really, besides the necessary distractions, you’re lucky if you leave the bed

You wouldn’t have it any other way

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For the soulmate foursome, it's clear that they all love their little girl now, but... Michael is still very cold ! It's his nature, but when she sees him so sweet with Jimmy, so cuddly with Duncan, their girl has some doubts. She needs to feel that he trusts her, by showing his true face : a lil pup full of fears and love.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

How are you? 

I hope you’ll like this new piece for the foursome, I honestly love these babes and Michael in this dynamic is just UWU…

As always, if you don’t like this just shoot me an ask or a DM and I’ll rewrite it!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mention of Work Harassment, Rejection, Slight Violence, Nightmares, Tiredness and Jim’s Idiotic Humor.

Michael was literally the embodiment of ‘are you the little spoon or the big spoon? I am a knife’ meme.

Which was something that Jim had said jokingly to you, as you had voiced your doubts towards Michael’s love for you.

You didn’t deny that he was attracted to you, at least physically, but whenever you would do something even remotely romantic, he would retreat in himself, almost frozen on the spot, and you couldn’t help but feel like he was more a puppet than actually Michael.

And he only had this behavior with you, because you saw the way he would purr as Duncan dove, almost distractedly, an hand in his hair when they were on the couch and he was checking emails, Michael immediately relaxing under him.

Or when Jimmy would make some dumb joke and Michael would laugh like he had just proclaimed an universal truth, gently holding his lover’s hand as he brought it to his lips, or when he would comfort Jimmy during his nightmares, although he had learned how to let you in.

Every sexual action never seemed to be spurred on by Michael, although by the end of the day his hard-on would wake you up on the mornings you fell asleep in his arms, but he never seemed to initiate anything with you, whereas he had no qualm dragging Jimmy in his bedroom or kissing Duncan when you both visited him in his office.

You didn’t know whether he was simply too stiff to warm up to you or you should have just given him his time.

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Ok imagine : Langdon lives with his queen and the satanists in the sanctuary, but his dear wife is not one of them, so his followers don't like her, insulting her when she is alone. She could say it to Michael but she is way to nice and don't want to cause trouble, when her husband already have a lot of things to do with the apocalypse. Of course, one day, Michael learns the truth.

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

I am sorry if it took me quite some time to answer these asks, I just have felt a bit of lack of inspiration lately towards the Michael fandom, but I am slowly defeating and soon you’ll have more fluff just for you!

Hope you’ll like this!

We stan a devoted husband, by the way!

WARNINGS: Bullying, Bad Words and Insults, Low Self-Esteem, Apocalypse and all that shit!

“Is everything alright, my queen?” asked softly Michael, startling you from your meditation near the fireplace, the small fire in it lightly caressing you in a comfortable hug, as your husband set himself at your level, crossing his legs when he sat down, uncaring of his expensive clothes.

“… oh yes” you couldn’t help but be a bit startled, both for the fact that Michael’s strong presence always surprised you and for the fact that you were secretly hoping you could mop away from him, alone, just with the company of the crackling fire “… you just startled me, my love, wasn’t expecting you to come back till a few days”.

A few more days of annoying whispers behind your back, as you tried your best to be the best wife an antichrist could ever wish for.

But nothing was ever enough.

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Definitely and Officially a Groupie:

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Since @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern has created her own punk-goth band I have been unable to properly sedate my inner groupie, so I had to absolutely write this, hoping that you’ll like it and the boys won’t be pissed with him (back off I got Dorian before any of you!)

Also they have an official tumblr page @fitfouraking !

Hope you’ll like it and any feedback, as always, is welcome!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sexual Stuff, Dirty Talking, Tits and Topless Discussion and Being A Groupie.

You had discovered the “Fit Four A King” through the same way they had become popular: a cover song of “Killer Queen” you had found as you were browsing hopelessly and aimlessly on YouTube.

They didn’t only have good voices and were pretty good with instruments, but they were also quite handsome and Frederick ‘Fred’ Dawson could move his hips as Freddy Mercury himself, although you couldn’t focus much on solely one boy, because as you found yourself crushing had onto one, another caught your eye.

You loved Baptiste’s confidence, the way he fucking owned the stage and was smug about it, meanwhile, on the complete opposite spectrum, you loved Dorian’s attentive sounds and the way he shrank away from any attention making him quite the mystery.

(Although you followed and maybe… stalked… the Instagram profile of his cats, and knew them all by name, alongside being able to recognize them through hundreds of thousands).

Fred was an easy-living guy, he honestly seemed the life of the party and always managed to make you laugh a bit during his interview, with some of his ‘dumb boy persona’, for example once he had been questioned about whether he liked to bring girls back on the bus or not.

‘… why would we bring girls on the bus? That’s considered kidnapping!’.

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Let The Right One In - Werewolf!Duncan x Werewolf!Reader

So. Here it is. I- This is somewhat inspired by @dyns33​‘s Pack Of Problems except that here, Reader is an Alpha under suppressant.

Description: When Duncan Shepherd finally meets (Y/N), the fastest raising self made business woman, he does not realise he isnt the only Alpha playing the bedding game.

Warnings: Werewolf fic, so animalistic behaviour is somewhat expected. Mention of breeding and knotting. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys). Power play and power shift. sub!duncan, dom!reader

Word Count: 2509

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Lately I love to imagine Michael teasing a shy gray at Outpost 3. But gently. Smiling at her, saying 'hello' when he is ignoring all the others, taking interest into what she is doing, touching her shoulder... Like the others, she wants him, but she is the only one who truly tell herself it will never happen, because he is too good for her and never tried anything or lied to him Because of it, she will be the only one he will take to the Sanctuary with him, but not before having some fun.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Thank you for sending in this request, I honestly love working on polar opposite couples, so I honestly loved working on these two and hope you’ll like what I wrote!

Also sorry guys if the next asks will take time, I have some written out but I am going to stop answering them chronologically, because it wasn’t helping with bieng creative/writing, so… I am sorry if some asks will take more time that usual!

(I also started studying for an exam so… I might be a bit off).

WARNINGS: Shyness, Two Dorks, Mention of Blasphemy and Threats.

You had always been shy, hence when you had found yourself to be a grey at the Outpost, you hadn’t been surprised and had actually accepted your position quite easily.

Although the people there were awful, you tried to be as invisible as your uniform, completely matching the horrid background of the dark hallways of the last shelter of survivors on Earth.

But no matter how much you tried to camouflage with the walls, Mr. Langdon seemed to completely find you anywhere.

You would be adjusting books in the library, sometimes some that you had snuck out to read in the dark of your room, and he would startle you grabbing a book over your head, and as you turned he would simply smirk at you, with a finger on his mouth, as if this would be ‘your little secret’.

One day you had been scrubbing the floor, after you had been blamed of having spilled the stew, whereas you had been tripped by one of the purples, and as you had looked up, seeing Mr. Langdon’s shoes, you had sent him an obedient look, hoping he didn’t want to punish you.

“Continue your work, little Grey” although his words were harsh, his tone held some kind of sweetness.

He had an allure to him that every outpost resident had noticed, but nobody had caught Mr. Langdon’s attention.

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Maybe a one shot of Michael and Jeffrey in those twin sweaters a lot of soccer moms like to put their kids in, like one says “I was planned” and the other says “I was a surprise”

wow this is an IDEA! 

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The sweater itches horribly at his skin. Michael’s body temperature, already above normal can hardly handle wearing the ugly, black thing. But his Ms Mead bought it for him, so Michael will shut up and get on with his day.

She told him to. 

School was always a waste of his time, both Michael and his brother Jeffrey’s brains were so advanced, they could apply to college anytime they wanted. That never stopped Jeffrey from being a social butterfly though. He had this talent for integration, able to insert himself into any group almost seamlessly. 

Jeffrey never attended a regular school, but he was friends with almost all of them. 

His back against a tree, Michael watches his twin socialising. Jeffrey hangs off a swing, talking animatedly. He always exaggerates, overusing his arms. Whatever he’s said, it has everyone around beaming. The girls all look fondly at m, once resting her hand on his shoulder. Jeffrey doesn’t notice it much, but he offers the girl in question a softer glance which has the girl tittering. 

Michael knows it’s Jeffrey’s aura, that radiant ease that nurtures and pulls people towards him. So different to Michael’s own. Jeffrey’s own jumper, matching Michael’s but a hideous bright yellow seems to be the main talking point. Jeffrey tugs at the sweater, point to the words printed boldly across the front ‘I WAS A SURPRISE’. His audience all laugh again as he lifts it over his head and tosses it on the swing beside him. 

Anger surges through Michael. There he goes again, Jeffrey disrespecting the gifts Mr Mead so kindly made for them. He knows they’re a joke, even a thinly veiled jab at Jeffrey Gabriel Harmon. 

The Angel no one expected, the child Mrs Mead never wanted. 

From behind his iPad, Michael watches his brother push his sunglasses so they sit atop his head. Jeffrey’s golden curls fall backwards, showing more of that angled jaw, newly developed and sharp. 

Michael still his the remnants of baby-fat on his cheeks. 

Fucking Jeffrey. 

One of the girls keeps glancing back at him. She’s irritating the hell out of Michael as he returns to his game, savagely matching rows of Candy. He’s not got much else to do as she comes over to him. ‘What does yours say?’  

He looks upwards, bending his own sunglasses down to fix her with one blue eyes, ‘Excuse me?’ 

‘You’re jumper.’ She states, as if Michael is stupid. 

He’s not stupid. 

He lowers the iPad, revealing the words across his own. Emblazoned in blood red are the words, ‘I WAS PLANNED.’ 

He catches sight of Jeffrey, making his way towards them both, ‘Have I entertained you enough?’ He demands, and when she splutters, he waves the girl away. He doesn’t catch how her eyes dip at the rejection, at just how quickly Michael Langdon has shattered her hopes. 

She tries again, which is a brave move. ‘But that makes no sense. You’re twins.’

‘The difference is that my father planned to give birth to me for years on end.’  Michael explains it slowly, delighting in tormenting her. Throwing her own stupid tone back in her face, ‘Whereas my brother was a quick five minute session-’

‘I was born from love.’ Jeffrey appears beside the girl. His arm slides round her shoulders and she immediately inches closer to him. ‘I may not have been planned so to speak, but I was wanted.’ 

‘No one wants you.’ Michael spits back, his cheeks getting hotter. ‘Not even now.’ 

Jeffrey remains impassive, Michael’s words washing over him. The damage settling in. In Jeffrey’s hand is his sweater, his fingers clench it tighter, ‘Look around you, Michael.’ He hisses, ‘Who has friends here? Who fits in? And who’s sat on his own playing video games?’ He tosses the jumper at Michael, ‘Maybe this one is more fitting for you.’ It’s the nastiest Jeffrey has ever been, his face blank marble. 

He stalks off, guiding the girl back to his entourage. Jeffrey’s jumper stares up at Michael, the words making his throat catch. It feels hot and tight as if his words and voice are constricted. He flees, running from the park. The iPad remains tucked under his arm as he leaves Jeffery and the jumper behind. He runs the entire mile back home and climbs up through the window Michael always leaves open. He tugs off the jumper and tosses it into the bin and flings himself down on his bed. 

Michael promised himself on leaving that Murder House that he’d never think of his family again. Mrs Mead was IS his family. The only person he needs or wants. He cries out the pain, the heartache of knowing the Harmons only ever wanted Jeffrey. He wasn’t a part of their plan, but a part of something much larger. 

But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Just a short tag list today, I’m not sure who still wants to be fed 😂: @dyns33 @duncvns @blakewaterxx @elizabeth-bennnett @rpwithjayn @jimmlangdon @wroteclassicaly @lvngdvns @ritualmichael @langdvnshepherd @leatherduncan @moontheweirdpan @hecohansen31

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Sangtuary (1/?)

Vampire!Michael X Half vampire!Reader and Vampire!Jeffrey X Half Vampire! Divine

Summary: (Y/n) and Divine gets a invite to a club "the sangtuary"

Warning: Drinking, drugs, Jeffrey flirting with Divine, (y/n) being a bitch (but that's only she's very protective and has a hate for vamps)

Y/n P.o.v

Being a vampire Hunter is not an easy job. Sarah Michelle Gellar made it look so easy in her Buffy the Vampire Slayer series but this is reality and It fucking blows. Tonight was one of the hardest jobs I had to do. There was this vampire who can disappear like Smoke from Mortal Kombat. Luckily I've attached holy water grenade to him and finally disappeared, good riddance.  Hopefully Liz can make me a Jack Coke after a long hard night. 

"Hey there missy" Iris stopped me and I turned around greeting her with a smile.

"Hey Iris, I would hug you but as you can see I'm full of vampire dirt" I pointed.

"I understand, Divine wanted me to tell you to meet her and the countess in her room. I guess there's something important they would like to discuss with you" Iris explained. I rolled my eyes. "Can it just wait" I groaned. Iris shook her head. I nodded in response. I guess that Jack Coke will have to wait. I enter the elevator pressing the button to go up to her flat. I wonder what's so important they wanted to talk to me about. Maybe Mother wanted me and Divine to hunt another vampire, a warlock, or a witch I don't know but I just hope it's nothing bad.

BING

The doors slide open as I exited out of the elevator and walking inside mother's nice room with Divine sitting on one of the couches and mother on her couch.

"Hello ladies" I greeted and Divine looked at me with wide cat eyes. "Oh my God, what happened to you" she gasped. My mother Elizabeth had the same look like Divine had but she was desperately holding her laughter.

"Transmutation Vampire that's what happened Dee Dee. And don't say you should have taken me with you because I learned that the hard way" I said to her after dropping the bag next to the couch and plopped down next to Divine. 

"So what's up, Mom" the countess took a deep breath and taking a sip of her bloody Martini. "Have you girls ever heard of the new club that just opened" she asked.

"The Sangtuary? `` she nodded. The Sangtuary is this night club that opened a week ago by some Brothers. " What about it" asked Divine.

" Because that's where you two are going. You both have been invited to their club". She pulls out the black velvet envelopes passing it to us and stands up walking to her room and brings out two beautiful dresses that were mine and my sister's taste but I wasn't liking this idea and I don't usually wear dresses that much. Actually not at all since my prom night. One was a black low shoulder with a choker and the other was a black lacy short dress. 

"Do I really have a choice because honestly I really don't feel like going out tonight except take a nice shower and watch episodes of the golden girls" I said to mom but she was still handing me the dress for me to pick. I rolled my eyes and took the one with the choker as she smiles at me and hands Divine the lacy dress. Before I leave mother said " Please take a shower before you go anywhere" and gave her a glare before storming out. Fuck my life.

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I hate it. I hate it and one more time, I hate it. Why I say I hate well I hate the fact that our mom is sending Divine and I to some club that we don't know about, I hate that this dress that's very short and God damnit I hate this day. Divine was waiting for me in the lobby having her makeup and hair done with golden flower crown she wears with almost everything. Mines was simple eyeliner, mascara and dark red lipstick with my hair half up with curls. Plus thigh high boots I'm wearing. Divine looks like an angel lighting everybody's day and night. She takes one good look at me and says " You look tense. Loosen up. You need to have fun, we all need to have fun. When was the last time we ever went out?"

Honestly, the last time we ever went out when we were in our teens and when we grow into adulthood we never had fun except killing evil. But I know Divine hates just killing. As I was about to speak I heard a familiar cheerful voice. 

"Ahh, well you lovely ladies look very ravishing. Where are you two heading" Mr.March asked. 

"To the new club that opened up, The Sangtuary, we were invited by the owners" replied Divine. Mr.March nodded. "Well don't let me stop you from having fun, go on girls go raise hell" he piped up as Divine and I said our goodnites to Mr.March and headed out going to "raise hell".

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Parking was a pain in the ass to find, luckily there was parking near abandoned warehouse. The line was packed. People groaning and complaining about standing in a line. Mother said to give the invite to the bouncer and will let us in. Why would the owners invite my sister and I?  The bouncer let us through as he took our invitation and told us to enjoy our night. When we got in, everything was red. The lights, the sofas, the dance floor too. The ladies sway their hips to the beat as the men grind their hips to their partner. Some were drinking, some were even doing coke or smoking weed. My prayers have been answered as I spotted a bar straight ahead pulling Divine along with me. I don't want her by herself, she may know how to fight but she has a heart of gold and has never been touched by any man. I like to keep it that way. The bartender was a bleached blonde and pale complexion wearing a purple Victorian suit.

" Hello ladies, I'm Mr Gallant and I'll be your bartender. What can I get ya"he said in his feminine voice. Great he's gay now I don't have to worry. " Yeah, I'll have a Jack Coke and a Gallagher please" I ordered and he went to go make our drinks. "This looks fun" Divine hollered over the beat.

"Don't lose your cool, sis. " I said and she rolled her eyes. " Come on, let's have fun for once " she left to the dance floor dancing to the music before I could stop her. Divine is Divine, but she's also pure of gold, never touched by men. And I would love to keep it that way. The bartender taps me on the shoulder passing our drinks. 

"On the house baby" he said with a smile. I gave him a confused look.

"From who?"

"The owners of this place" he points as I turned my head to see 2 blonde men standing from the balcony. One dressed in velvet and long hair and the other dressed in black and short hair. They both look similar. "Who are they, Mr Gallant?" 

"The Langdon twins, Michael and Jeffrey. They are super hot as hell which is why you two are the lucky ones because darling no one in this club never gotten a drink on the house." Are those the owners that invited us? But why would they? I turned to look back at the balcony to see the boys gone. I was about to ask where they were until Gallant had this smirk on his face staring where my sister was…but she wasn't alone at all. The short blonde haired man that was standing from the balcony was dancing with my sister having his arms around her and Divine swaying her hips to the beat. And what really triggered me most was he was grinding on Divine. Okay this fucker is dead.

Divine's P.O.V

"What's your name little tulip" the blonde man asked.

"Divine. Divine (l/n)" he spins me around as I looked into his ocean blue eyes.

" Jeffrey Langdon and you my dear look so Divine. Care to join me for a drink" he asked but before I could answer my sister comes to shove Jeffrey.

"She's not interested, ass" she hissed. I rolled my eyes at this nonsense. (Y/n) needs to realize I'm not a little girl. I'm a fucking full grown woman for fucks sake. I stood in front of her.

"He wasn't doing anything wrong" I protested

"Yet" she said. Before she could kill him on the dance floor a tall man same as Jeffery's height but...this man looked so much like Jeffrey except he had long blonde hair, red eye shadow and a red velvet jacket. I assume this is Jeffery's twin brother.

" Why don't we take this private shall we" he says into my sister's ear and made a disgusted face pushing him off . (Y/n) was about to say something snarky.

"He meant somewhere quiet. You know like backstage." Her only response was a grunt and the two Langdon gentleman lead us upstairs as we entered the elevator. Michael pressed a button that had the initials PH, which stands for penthouse. 

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The elevator doors open to reveal a living room with a piano along a mini bar with a shelf of many alcoholic drinks. I was in awe to see a balcony that hid behind white sheer curtains. They even have a row of bookshelves, an upstairs that lead to a bedroom and another bedroom thats downstairs. I've never been so amazed by this place. But my sister on the other hand looked like she wanted to murder the brothers. But why would she want to murder them? For being generous or because Jeffrey was being a flirt?

"Please, make yourselves comfortable while I make you flowers a drink" Michael threw his red velvet dinner jacket on the leather couch and making his way to the mini bar making our drinks as we took a seat. 

"Remember what I said" (y/n) said in a Stern voice. "Keep your guard up and if anything happens, stake them" she puts the silver stake inside my purse. God I wish she would chill just for tonight. 

My mind was soon cut off by Jeffery playing the piano. The tune sounds so familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it. 

" Sweet dreams, if you were guessing, tulip" Jeffery said.

"It's one of my favorite piano versions. I used to play the violin when I was 12 and oh I've almost forgotten that (y/n) used to play the piano and a beautiful singer- Ow" my sister pinched my arm, like she didn't want me to give that information.

"Ah, a brave girl who hides special talents. I'm impressed." Michael gives us our drinks. It's a red liquid. It smells so good that I took a sip of it along with (y/n).  The taste is Rich, sweet and a little metallic. 

"It's blood" my sister says with daggers in her eyes looking at Michael.

"In the end, we're alone. And there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity" Michael finished his quote and showing off his porcelain pear fangs. 

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Hey, sorry for the long delay I just wanted to say happy New year and I'm excited to get back on track 😁. Also thank you for being patient and thank you to the people who encourage me.

If anyone likes to be tagged in any of my writings let me know and feedback is much appreciated 👍😊

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hey! if you’re requests are still open, could you do a small piece with the foursome! maybe the reader finally talks about her own trauma (daddy issues?) and opens up for once.

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So I hope you won’t mind that I changed your request: I previously had an idea, and I thought this request was perfect to develop it (also because I am costantly scared to write badly any mental health issues, even ‘daddy issues’!).

Still, as always, if you feel uncomfortable or you didn’t like this, you just have to send me an ask and I’ll rewrite this again!

WARNINGS: Talk About Mental Health/Trust Issues/Problematic Relation With Therapists/Light Stalking/Poly-Relationship.

You had started seeing a therapist, before you had started your relationship with Duncan, Michael and Jim.

Although you weren’t ashamed of such thing, you hadn’t told them about it, more out of the constant habit of dealing things on your own than because you felt uncomfortable talking about such a thing.

And it hadn’t been a problem for you, you could juggle up perfectly your business and most of the time you could count on a perfect excuse to justify the hour you spent with your therapist, each Friday.

You therapist actually knew about your relationship and hadn’t pressured you into revealing them your problematics or the fact that you visited her weekly, but she had highly suggested that you talked with them about it.

‘There is nothing to be ashamed, (Y/N)’ she had told you, meanwhile you fidgeted with your hands ‘You know well that they aren’t the judging type and that, what you do here, is absolutely nothing illegal or wrong’.

You had nodded, but every time, right when you wanted to talk with them about it, the words died on your tongue and you quickly changed the theme of your chats and shifted their focus away from you.

But soon your small absences were noticed by your lovers: Duncan sometimes would call you to check on you, just to find your phone switched off, which was strange not only because nobody switched off their phones anymore, but also you were pretty active with it.

Jim and Michael had tried to propose some interesting activities to do on Friday afternoon, so that you could spend some time together, but you would always shake your head, and suggest either another time or another date, coming up with new excuses each time.

But they noticed that you would always keep each Friday at 4:30 p.m. free, and one day, they had chosen to follow you, although Michael had insisted that it was extremely stalkerish.

‘It isn’t stalkerish if done with love’ had muttered Jim, and Michael had just shot him a look before muttering about how ‘he shouldn’t have let him watch ‘You’ on Netflix’.

They had followed you, ‘discreetly’, although they were lucky that you hadn’t noticed them because you were too much on cloud nine, since they did nothing more than tripping onto things and running into people, but they had made it to a small building, which looked pretty normal.

Were you meeting with a friend?

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Money Don’t Buy Class

Duncan Shepherd+Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

AHhh… I know… we have an already on going series with Duncan, so why start a new one?

I DON’T KNOW.

My brain just works like that, but I hope that this will also be as liked and as received as my other Duncan’s fics, because I personally love it and I am already writing the second chapter and I hope… you’ll also love it, because… it is my babe, please apprecciate my babe.

Also before I leave you, I wanted to tag @sevenwonderwitch who has a similar fic, which I loved and wanted to share with you, in case you liked this fic, since it is very suggested!

Have a nice day!

SUMMARY: When you find some rather interesting discovery about your ‘picture perfect’ boyfriend, you are suddenly thrust into more than you bargained for…

WORDS: 8,5 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Slightly Toxic Relationship/Cheating/Using A  Person For Others’ Benefit, Cursing, Taylor Swifts’s mentions and Reader being a bossass bitch/Mention of Homophobia.

You had come to Washington to become something entirely different from your mother, the thing you had never wanted to become.

It wasn’t because she was a stay-at-home mom, but because she had always been completely dependent onto your father.

You never wanted to be dependent to a man the way she had been, because you knew, from her experience, that you just couldn’t rely on one.

Hence if you had never wanted to be successful because of a man, but you had preferred to be the ‘bossass bitch of your own life’.

It had been definitely more difficult than you had thought and more importantly… at your first high-scale event, you had met Duncan Shepherd and from that moment you had been inseparable.

He had been the one who had presented you the perfect investors for your own ideas, since it would be ethically wrong for him to fund the project of who had become his girlfriend a little bit after you had met at a charity gala.

His presence by your side definitely had gotten you the right advertising and the right people to hang out with.

But you hadn’t cared much about that: all your ideas of becoming the ‘boss of your life’ completely shattered because you had fallen in love with Duncan, hard.

And the first months had been all amazing, almost like a fairy tale, if not a Taylor Swift song (like “Mine” not “Picture To Burn”): Duncan would softly wake you up with tender caresses every morning after you had spent the previous night together, kissing your forehead, meanwhile you stirred awake under him.

Duncan’s family had also been pretty amazing: although you didn’t fit ‘the perfect Shepherd woman profile’, they had welcomed you with open arms, quickly making you feel at ease around them, almost as if they were your second family.

And finally: you had loved the fame and success that had come with making it.

You felt amazingly having reached all your goals at such a young age, although you were still insecure about your behavior in the highest circle of the city, which was the center of the politics in America.

You always were unsure whether your ‘country girl’ upbringing would be shown or you would be recognized as nothing but ‘new money’, as the youngster people who became rich were called by the old money, the people who instead (or better the families) who had held money in their hands since it was created.

But in Duncan’s arms and with his family you always found peace.

And then the months had passed: the honeymoon phase with Duncan had passed rather quickly and you had been thrusted in the harsh reality of what a relationship with him truly was.

Entire months of him missing, with just a few calls to let you know he was alive, and this didn’t happen only when he was outside of Washington, but also when he was in the city.

He would spend most of the time in his office, or with ‘good company’ that wasn’t you.

You had discovered he was betraying you both because it was gossiped by the highest circles of the city and both because you found the obvious signs of it on Duncan’s clothes, showing he didn’t care about you enough to even hide his lovers and his dirty laundry.

The ‘you’ who had arrived at Washington would have gladly confronted him about it, before breaking up with him in the most dramatic way (probably this time “Picture To Burn” would be perfect), but the ‘you’ who was working your way through the entire social ladder in Washington, couldn’t help but wonder what others would think, had you decided to break this up with Duncan.

Annette would have missed her ‘newly acquired daughter’, as she constantly called you and you were sure that it wouldn’t have been a right decision for your advertising campaign.

It would pass, Duncan would realize you were better than his lovers, and in the meantime, you would be working your hardest to be accepted for your own skills in the social circles.

And then that morning everything had changed.

Duncan was supposed to be coming home that night after a long-ass trip, because you had to attend a Shepherd Foundation charity event, during the weekend and he had thought of spending a few days with you, or so he had told you on the phone, sweetly promising you a bit of calm.

That was also the reason why you stuck with him, no matter the cheating and the neglecting: there were bad times and there were good times that made you feel like you could forget about all the shit that Duncan made you go through.

When he would whisper your name like a praise as you answered the phone and the way he laughed softly and so intimately, whenever you would say something funny.

It just made you forget the burning hot humiliation of everyone knowing that he was screwing some secretary, meanwhile you were working your ass off to establish your name.

But there was something that you could never forgive: being humiliated.

That morning you had gone to Annette’s house, for a suggestion on the charity event, unsure about what to wear: you hadn’t many relationships anymore with your family, so whenever you needed a suggestion, you would go to Annette.

In this case, you were unsure about what to wear at the charity event: whether that ‘Dolce & Gabbana’ dress Duncan had gifted you for your anniversary, golden, with black inserts, making your definitely stand out by his side, in a way you weren’t sure you could be comfortable, but you knew that Duncan loved.

Or the deep blue ‘La Marchesa’ dress that you had bought on your own, for important events, since it had a kind of sobriety which was requested, still being provocative enough with the way it heightened your body shape,  elegantly and  made you seem a bit older, but also made people take you more seriously.

Since you weren’t still used to the etiquette of galas and events you relied heavily onto Annette, who was more than glad to help you, even lending you some of her most expensive pieces, such as the beautiful necklace of pearls that she had given you for your first gala, suggesting that you just kept it, after it.

‘It looks prettier on you’.

As you arrived to their ‘country manor’, you were greeted by the maid who informed you that Mrs. Shepherd was walking around the garden with her brother Bill, the only member of the Shepherd family that made you feel… awfully.

To Bill you were definitely a parvenu, not worthy of the Shepherd family, but you had never cared about him so much, even more since Duncan hated him with all his guts, which he spilled whenever Bill would doubt his ability to actually lead the Shepherd Foundation.

‘It sometimes makes me feel… like I am not one of them…’.

You thanked the maid and moved to the garden, immediately catching Bill and Annette walking, but you were slightly hidden behind a little brush of ivy, and just right as you were moving to show yourself to the couple, you heard them talking about you, using your name.

It sounded badly, the way, Bill said it.

‘(Y/N) is not worthy of Duncan’ he mumbled and you weren’t honestly surprised, but didn’t give it too much thought ‘… he would be better with Samantha, the daughter of the Senator Naxan, he can help us get Claire out of the presidential chair’.

You tried not to give the political talk too much thought but what Annette said next, completely surprised you.

‘I know, I personally know Samantha and she would be a lovely addiction to our family’ your heart sunk down, wondering why she was saying this when she had praised you as the daughter she had never been blessed with ‘… but you know all too well what Christine said: a new face, coming from poverty and the country, it makes people believe her and Duncan, the picture perfect couple. It makes people believe in them… and in us’.

The name Christine was pretty known to you: she was the person Shepherds paid to handle advertising and image of the Shepherd Foundation, so what Annette was proposing was that Christine had wanted her and Duncan together… for a publicity stunt.

Your mind went back to your first meeting with Duncan: you had been surprised that a magnate like him had ever thought about approaching a girl like you, in a rented dress, looking like she had never been in an house big like that and around so many people.

You couldn’t just believe the luck you had had.

But it wasn’t luck.

You remembered having talked with Christine the previous week to propose your plan to the Shepherds, but you had gotten a denial.

Still she had proposed you came to the party since your idea might be interesting for any investors being there, since the idea certainly was entertaining, but wasn’t something the Shepherd were looking for.

But what they were looking for … was you.

She must have dug in your past, found out you were the perfect charity case and had suggested to Duncan that he approached you, at the gala.

Here comes the perfect publicity stunt.

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May I ask for a fluffy time with Duncan, Michael and their silly girl ? Like, they are always busy because of their jobs, even at home, so she decided to do a " secret competition" between them, with a board in her room, and the one who have more points at the end is the best. Will they discovered it, will one be better, or they will both be stupid boyfriends who never get any point ? As you want, but a happy ending, pleaseeeee !! (I'm glad you are back and feel a bit better wifey, love you !)

(A/N): Hello there lovely!

Ah I am also glad that I am feeling better and I hope the same for you, may you have a beautiful 2020!

But without further ado I am going to leave you fo the fic (I low key changed a few details and I hope you won’t hate it, since it ended up being a bit angsty, but hey… without a bit of sadness we wouldn’t be happy!

Have a lovely day!

Also as always, my askbox is open, so if you want to request either something about this couple or any other character I write for, please feel welcome to send your ideas!

WARNINGS: Poly-Relationship, Relationship Neglect, Jealousy, People Just Being Idiots.

You had always been thankful for the holidays: you could spend entire days just simply lying in bed in your favorite pajamas, the comfortable one, the warmest you owned, meanwhile you watched cheesy Christmas movie and even cheesier re-runs of your favorite TV series.

No responsibility other than eating when you felt like it (which was much more than you usually did) and washing yourself to warm you up.

But since you had entered a relationship with Duncan Shepherd and Michael Langdon, the peace and the calmness of your holiday had been ruined.

Not only you weren’t able to enjoy your free time, but also your lovers escaped your hug in the morning and entered it late by night.

… if they did come home.

The thing was taking quite the toll onto you, but as Christmas neared, something started changing-

Your boys, although they kept on being busy, started being more attentive, dropping casual gestures of affection that made your heart sparkle with joy, although they weren’t fully back to you.

One day Michael would gently cover you with a blanket, as you fell asleep onto the sofa, meanwhile you were watching a movie, and the following night Duncan would clutch you tight to his chest, meanwhile you slept, a bit shaken by a nightmare you had just had.

Michael would buy you pretty jewelry and Duncan would take you shopping, ‘awing’ at each dress you tried on, meanwhile you cheered onto French champagne.

It was starting to be kind of a competition and, unknowingly, you had raised it, making a board in your agenda, where you would half-mindedly count the point of each boy, adding one for each gesture that would make your heart burst and taking one away, when they overworked himself, depriving you of their presence and love.

It was rather stupid, but it was your own secret and a way to keep your mind busy and to let your heart know that, no matter the time spent away from you, they still loved you, with small gestures.

One day, meanwhile you were out on a cocktail party with Michael, you had left your agenda unattended, sure to have hidden it in your room, having brought it back after you had noted a few appointments on it.

And Duncan, at home, for once, had thought about looking through it, since it resembled his, a present from Michael to both you and Duncan on an anniversary: your initials being carved in the back of it.

He had immediately realized it was yours, but it was too late and his gaze had found the board you had made, being caught by his name next to Michael’s and a collection of blue spots under each of their name, some being cancelled with your eraser some other being written right that morning.

It didn’t take a genius to realize you were confronting your lovers, but what Duncan couldn’t understand was why.

Was it the money?

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Could you please please continue where you left off with the foursome it is sooo good!

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

I finally managed to continue THIS and I hope you’ll like it, mostly because I was honestly half-convinced of leaving it just like that, because it just felt better, but I managed to conjure up something and I hope it isn’t too bad.

Also: MY ASKS ARE OPEN! I am saying this because I am extremely uninspired and usually receiving prompts help me a bit, so if you want to send one in, THIS IS THE RIGHT TIME.

And now off the to the fic!

WARNINGS: Past Trauma, Mention of Fight, Idiots being Idiots, Poly-Relationship.

You had been wandering around the shopping center for the entire day, since you hadn’t felt like going home and the pretty decorations in the center were thoroughly the only thing that kept you happy.

Sometimes you would spot some couples, standing around the huge Christmas tree of the shopping center, and your stomach would flip.

You knew that not only by running away you had proven what Michael had told you, but you were also very much aware that they wouldn’t want you, anymore, at home.

Ever, again.

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