#I love a man who's good at whimpering and snivelling and begging for his life and my GOD is jonathan sims ever good at all those things

[pisshandkerchief]

the magnus archives is GREAT if you're a fan of men whimpering

[cutestlittlekoi]

"You're such a fucking brat."

Xander aggressively slammed his door, leaving Alexis in the hallway alone, fist clenched, face red in embarrassment.

Roommates. They suck. Especially when your roommate happens to be your high school bully.

Alexis was everyones favorite. Endless friends, lunch dates, swooning boys, and academic achievements was her daily life. Xander was the, per say, 'bad boy' stereotype. All the girls loved him. He got his dick wet almost daily, building a reputation for himself. Athletic, attractive, smart, but only used it for trouble. And that's what he found when he met Alexis. What a perfect target for his daily abuse. Constant shoves in the hallways, jokes about their appearance, pinches and flicks that evolved into harassment. An honest dick, in general. Years of torment she put up with. Until finally Alexis was free. High school graduation came and went, Alexis found a career path in video editing and photography, using skating professionally and an undercover OnlyFans account as extra cash on the side. Of course, being on her own for the first time was scary, so in order to combat loneliness and financial strain, she looked for a roommate. Finally, she came across an ad, desperate for anyone. It only took 2 days of planning before she moved in, excited to find out the house was only some old high school buddies. Little did she know, that included Xander. Right across the hall from her. On the second story. That no one else inhabited but the two of them. Ironic, right? Relishing in their high school days, Xander took his opportunity to make Alexis' life hell more than it already was. He stopped laundry mid wash, unplug her monitors and equipment, leave her cameras on to drain the batteries, move her personal stuff from cabinets, and "misplace" her chargers. Finally, Alexis had enough when he found out about her private OnlyFans and threatened to leak her identity.

"How do you think your parents will feel about that? Your clientele? All your little friends? Hell, even your own roommates? You think they'll want that kind of attention here?" Xander laughed sadistically, facing the teary-eyed girl that stood before him.

"I...You...Just..." She stumbled over her words, threatening to break at any moment.

"Aww, what? Are you gonna cry? How fucking pathetic. You're so sad, just a little loser, huh?"

That was it. Something snapped in her. The teasing, the harassment, the torture, the constant fighting. It finally got to her. She looked up at Xander, feeling a new found anger and confidence all in one.

"Fuck you."

"What did you just say to me?"

"Fuck. You. You absolute pathetic piece of shit. You're worth nothing. You look down on others to feel better about yourself! You're nothing but a sniveling, pathetic, unworthy, steaming pile of shit. I hate you."

Xander stared in amazement at her. Did she just stand up to him? No, she wouldn't dare. But she did? What does he do now? He never expected her to snap like that. But he knew one thing. He didn't like it.

"You're such a fucking brat."

Xander aggressively slammed his door, leaving Alexis in the hallway alone, fist clenched, face red in embarrassment. She yelled in frustration and turned and stomped down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, she washed her face, catching her breath. Her roommates were going out of town that day, already having left the house, so it was just her and Xander. But she didn't care right now. She was simply just hoping he'd get the hint and leave her alone for that bit of time.

Stalking back to her room, she sighed, feeling herself get heavy. What was it about him that made her so irritated? She could live without his torment and sleep peacefully at night. But she couldn't bring herself to leave. Why? What was her issue? She didn't want to admit he was attractive, or that she stared at his body when he was shirtless, or that his swearing was occasionally hot, because she was supposed to hate him. But as she laid in bed that night, she couldn't help but feel herself get wet at the idea of him between her legs.

After several minutes, it became unbearable and she had to reach her small hand down to feel herself through her shorts. Her legs ached as she arched her back, a gentle moan escaping her lips. She didn't care about her soft noises, considering Xander would be fast asleep by now and it would be just her. But unbeknownst to her, a particular person was listening. Getting up to get a water bottle, Xander opened his door, taking one step out before he heard a certain noise, quite familiar to him. Not being able to help himself, he quietly crossed the hall to Alexis' door, pressing his ear to it, only to be welcomed by a symphony of whimpers. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes in disgust. Until one of said whimpers included his name. Intrigued, he pressed further, hearing unholy confessions involving him spilling from Alexis' lips. It wasn't before long that he had his own problem to take care of, cursing himself and rushing back to his room to gather his thoughts.

The next morning, life continued as normal. Alexis hopped downstairs, wearing a perfect little skirt, some pretty pink fishnets, knee high cat socks, an oversized tshirt, and a darling choker accented by matching rings on corresponding hands. Bouncing into the kitchen, she leaned against the counter trying to reach the cereal. Only to be outstretched by a larger hand dazzled in rings. She shrunk down, watching as Xander picked it off the shelf, chuckling behind her. It sent chills down her spine. Did she have a newfound attraction to him?? No, no, it can't be. She turned around, coming face to face with the tall man as he towered over her. An intimidation tactic. She gasped as he pushed her up against the counter.

"Well, look who's brave enough to show their face."

Alexis scowled, moving out the side to get away from him. Xander laughed, putting the cereal back on its respective shelf. He leaned against the counter, watching carefully as Alexis crossed the kitchen to open the fridge, getting out a water bottle. As she bends down, he gets a beautiful view of the underside of her thighs and curve of her ass. He smirks, seeing her stand back up, turning around to glare at him as she heads towards the entrance to retreat to her room. Before she gets the chance to escape, Xander grabs her arm. Alexis' turns and stares up at him, startled for a second before she attempts to yank her arm from his grasp. He only tightens his grip, causing her to question him.

"Let me go, what's your deal?"

"Oh, so you don't wanna explain what last night was about?"

She rolls her eyes.

"So what? I stood up to you, get over it."

She turned to exit again, only to be pulled back and slammed back first against the counter. She cried out in pain, pushing against Xander with all her might. But he only grabbed her chin, forcing to make eye contact with him. Alexis whimpered, making Xander chuckle.

"I'm not talking about that, brat."

"W-What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, bitch. I heard you moaning my name, begging for me. I may be too blind to see it, but I'm definitely not too deaf."

Alexis gasped, turning immediately red. Quickly, she began to struggle, hitting Xander in the stomach. He groaned and backed into the opposing stove, while Alexis made a run for her room. Xander composed himself, and chased after her, catching up quickly. He wrapped an arm around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her into his room. Tossing her on his bed, he turned and locked his door quickly, despite her protest. She quickly backed away further into his bed when he advanced towards her. Grabbing both of her legs, he yanked her back down, his strength winning over hers. Tears formed in her eyes as she covered her face, flustered by her obvious vulnerability to him. He rips her hands away from her face, slapping her before forcing her to look back at him. Dazed, her mouth falls open, allowing him to spit into it. He forces her to close and swallow, tears falling out of her now closed eyes, giving up her fight.

"See, now was that so hard, darling?"

Alexis whimpered in response, letting her arms fall limp next to her.

"Aww, poor darling. Giving in to me." Xander runs his thumb across her bottom lip, eyes glistening in anticipation and excitement.

"God, I wonder what that pretty little mouth feels like." He marvels at her reaction, her eyes flying open and looking at him with fear. He laughs, a sadistic smile coming across his face.

"First, I want to get a taste."

He leans down, gripping her chin, kissing her soft lips. Xander groans into her mouth, making her whimper and her eyes flutter. Her mouth falls open again out of pleasure, letting him slip his tongue in. He chuckles against her lips. How easy it was to overpower her. Eventually, he pulls away, a trail of saliva still connecting the two. Alexis pants, feeling herself get wet from the minimal contact. She goes to reach her hand down to her aching cunt, only to be slapped again by Xander. He growls at her, while she winces in pain, tears streaming from her eyes once again.

"Don't you fucking dare. I tell you when you can touch, understand?"

She absentmindedly nods her head. Still in a trance, she snaps out of her head, only to find she's on the floor. Her knees touch the soft carpet, as she sits back in her heels. She gently tilts her head up, greeted by Xander's hand caressing her stinging, red cheek.

"Now, precious, I want you to show me what you can offer me. If you do good enough, I'll let you have my cock."

Alexis whimpers at his words, agreeing to his terms. Xander takes the invitation, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans. Once done, he sets his belt on the bed, saving it for later. He reaches down, rubbing his bulge over his boxers, his cold rings stinging against his burning, thinly clothed skin. Alexis watches with lidded eyes, mouth watering at the sight. How is she turned on by this? It was wrong. Yet, she needed it. She wanted it. But she'd never openly admit it. Or so she thinks.

"Open up, I'm gonna use that pretty little tongue to my liking, understand?"

Alexis dutifully opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Xander quickly pulled his throbbing cock out, gently stroking himself. Precum dripped from his tip, showing his excitement. Soon, Xander was forcing his shaft down Alexis' throat, feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groans, leaning his head back as his fists her hair. Tears well in her eyes, but from how big he is this time. He begins using her mouth to his pleasure, shoving his cock down her throat, fucking it to his liking. Moans fill the room as he pants out curses. Alexis feels herself getting wetter and wetter, soaking her pretty pink panties, legs aching from desperation. Finally, after several minutes, Xander pulls out of her mouth, panting and breathing heavily as his cock pulses from the lack of contact. He picks Alexis up, forcing her down on the bed. He reaches into his adjacent night stand, pulling out his pretty little pistol. Alexis' eyes widen as she gasps. Xander whips around, gently shushing her, putting the gun against her stomach.

"It's ok, pretty. I'm not gonna hurt ya. If, you listen to me like a good girl."

She whimpers a quick agreement, fear paralyzing her body. Xander reaches his free hand down, pulling her soaked panties to the side, rubbing up and down her slit. Alexis moans and arches her back, rolling her eyes and whimpering as Xander presses the gun further against her. He pressed his tip against her entrance, feeling her body tense up. He chuckles lightly, running the gun down to her lower stomach, pressing firmly.

"Let me in, pretty."

Alexis quickly relaxes, eyes closing tightly as she grips the sheets. Slowly, Xander pushes in, grunting when he hits her cervix only 2/3 inside of her.

"Oh, aren't you just a tiny little thing?" He groans, feeling her cunt clench around him.

"That's it baby, come on."

Xander begins sliding in and out of her slick hole, and before long, moans flood the room. He looks up to see Alexis completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Drool leaks from her mouth, eyes lidded, moans and pants flowing out of her mouth like words. Completely in Xander’s hands. He picks up speed, hitting all of her soft spots expertly, cussing loudly when she tightens around him, whimpering his name. Soon, she starts arching her back, pressing against the gun, fisting the sheets, crying out for Xander. He gathers that she’s cumming, feeling her gush around his cock. He restrains himself from cumming solely from that, trying to enjoy this moment. But he can only try so hard. He moves his hands on either side of Alexis, ditching the gun on the bed, and grabbing his belt. He carefully wraps it around Alexis’ throat, tightening it, letting her gasp for air. She lets out an exasperated beg for Xander, making him pull harder. He leaned down to her exposed jawline, biting roughly and leaving a large hickey. He pounds in and out of her faster as he bruises her uncovered neck, leaning up towards her ear.

“I’m close. I want you to cum again, pretty. Understand? I’m gonna fill you up nice and good, ok?”

Alexis moans, not being able to comprehend what he says. It wasn’t long before she was cumming again, screaming out his name, gripping desperately to the bed, gasping for air. It pushed him over the edge, him groaning her name, pushing one final time against her cervix as he bred her sweet cunt. Xander panted, resting his head against her shoulder, eventually pulling out of her. Thoughts flooded his head of what was to come the next day, but oh-fucking-well. All he cared about was cleaning Alexis up, and falling asleep next to her.

[omnivorousshipper]

How about in the past omega Deckard was hurt and rejected by alpha Brixton which causes him a lot of pain to the point he gives up trying to find a mate and doesn't have heats anymore or so he thinks. until he meets infuriatingly annoying alpha Luke who turns out to be the perfect man to father the children he thought he'd never have.

I love this prompt sooo much! I really want to write up a whole fic around this!!!

Deckard felt tears streaming down his face as he turned away from Brixton's limp body and the blood pooling under it.

As quickly as he could, Deckard left the area, trying to get the image of Brixton laying on the floor dead out of his mind. But the alpha's last words kept ringing in his ears.

"No alpha would want a sniveling, broken omega like you. You're worthless, Deck. Eteon would have been you only way to get the option to have the pups you've always wanted. And you just threw it all away."

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Deckard moved forward, knowing that Brixton was lying

Or, so he hoped

But, a month later, when Deckard was supposed to have his heat, nothing came.

Or when the next heat was supposed to occur. Or the next

When the third heat never showed, Deckard broke down

He had waited his whole life to find the perfect mate and have their children. He had hoped Brixton would have been the one, but now, Deckard knew that the alpha wasn't lying

No alpha would want an omega who didn't have heats

Deckard's dreams shattered and died that night

As Deckard typed away at the computer, he could feel an alpha's scent tickling at his nose. He was in the office of one Luke Hobbs, the agent who had landed Owen in the hospital

Ignoring the scent, Deckard kept at the computer and found the information he was looking for. Just as he was hit right in the face with the alpha' s scent a thousand times over

"You better have a good explanation of why you're here, boy." A deep voice growled behind Deckard. The voice sent a full body shiver through Deckard and made him nearly whimper

The threat the alpha was offering was completely ignored as Deckard enjoyed the rich and smooth tones from the alpha. And combined with the alpha's strong scent, Deckard could feel his body relaxing

Slowly turning around, Deckard faced the glaring alpha. And felt himself flush

Luke Hobbs was completely and without a doubt, an alpha. From his rigid posture to amazing stature, he was the true picture of what an alpha was

And Deckard wanted to lay down and spread his legs for him

The thought surprised him. He hadn't thought of an alpha like that in years. Not since Brixton

Now, staring at the imposing Hobbs, Deckard could feel something he thought he wouldn't feel ever again

He could feel himself going into heat

His body was getting warm and he could feel the empty pit inside of himself begging Deckard to be filled

And looking at Hobbs, Deckard knew that the alpha would give him extrodenary children. Deckard could smell how fertile Hobbs was and knew that Hobbs could give him a full litter

Deckard was so lost at imagining what having Hobbs as an alpha would be like, he didn’t notice the way the alpha's demeanor changed

Because Luke didn't know what the hell was going on

Because, he had returned to his office to find someone hacking into his computer. And then found that person was an omega

Who was going into heat at an alarming rate

Luke watched the omega stumble to his feet, swaying as he was quickly losing energy. Without thinking, Luke rounded the desk and held the omega upright

The omega shoved his face into Luke’s neck and whimper at his scent. Luke rubbed an hand up and down the omega's back, trying to sooth him.

"Please." The omega whined

"What?" Luke questioned

"Please. I just want to be a good omega." He says brokenly. "Want to be a good parent. Want a baby."

Luke froze and didnt know what to say. Instead, he let the omega take comfort in his scent as he thought over what to do. He had been thinking about getting back into dating after all

Hope you enjoy friend! I love omaga Deckard if you haven't noticed 😂

[wutheringheightstillpendalhill]

Curious Thoughts// Chapter Six

American Horror Story: Apocalypse

Micheal Langdon x (Cordelia’s daughter) Reader

Rating:emotional pain, death mentioned, Fluff

Tag list//: @frozenhuntress67 , @the-captain-kidd , @thetrashqueen23

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“Mama?” A young girls voice called out from her bed to her mother who stood by her dresser folding up her freshly cleaned dress for tomorrow.

“Yes my angel?” Cordelia answered smiling softly at her young six year old, “Mama what was my Pa like?” Little Elisha asked curious about the man who had been absent for as long as she could remember. “He was...” Cordelia began to say before seeing her mother standing just outside to door to her daughters room, “he was a good man, almost like an angel, he was kind and loving and I loved him very much” Cordelia answered honestly to her child, going against all her mother would ever think of the man she loved dearly.

“Is he with the angels they talked bout in school?” Elisha questioned latching onto anything and everything that came out of her mothers mouth. Cordelia hesitated unsure on how to answer when even she didn’t know the real answer, “I..I.. yes.. yes he is, baby, but you know what?” She smiled moving to climb into her daughters bed scooping the small child into her arms holding her close against her. “He is happy and safe and from wherever he is... he’s watching over us because I know that he loves us both very much” she explained kissing the top of Elisha’s head, “he’s watching over us, keeping us safe and sound” ending on a good note Cordelia cradled her only child close until she fell quickly to sleep.

“You shouldn’t coddle her like that.... she’ll end up just like all those other spoilt little brats if you do that” Fiona hissed watching the young mother and daughter from her place against the doorway, “I care about her being happy, if that is so hard for you to understand then leave” Cordelia stated looking at her mother dead in the eyes as she stayed there in her daughters bed holding her tight guarding her from all the hatred and evilness that threatens the world, keeping them away for another day.

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“Mama?” An older looking Elisha murmured from her bed near where Cordelia sat watching over her daughter. “Yes my angel?” She questioned moving to attention, “will you tell me a story” the teenager asked curling up more. “Of course..” she replied instantly moving to sit beside her child, “once upon a time, an Angel and an Demon fell in love with one another, a very very long time ago..”.

“They were happy, even when others weren’t they would for go the shunning just to see one another and so the angel brought out the good parts of the demon whilst the demon would cause mischief with the angel... this is how it was for many many years until the angel was tasked to kill their lover... and the demon was tasked the same, they both didn’t have the heart to hurt the other seeing as the loyalty and emotion that held for one another was stronger than anything that had ever been seen...so to end it all they killed themselves” she ended as her daughter chuckled at the ending, “bit to Romeo and Juliet if you ask me... besides a demon and an Angel wouldn’t love one another would they?” She asked naivety rolling off her tongue.

“Who knows my darling? Who knows..”

I shot up a scream bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

Everything came flooding back.

Why? Why? Why was this happening? This isn’t suppose to happen? I wasn’t suppose to wake up?

My mind was spinning as the lives of lived collided with one another. The feeling of emptiness that is last felt ripples through me as wave after wave of sadness washed over me.

“Mama!” I cried broken heartedly as my hands clawed at my stomach in shock searching for something I new would never be there. “My baby...” I murmured as everything seemed to shatter around me. “Michael....Michael!” the name slipped from my lips in a desperate shout, “someone!” I called again everything seemed to become clearer as I recognised where I was.

Hawthorne school.

The Warlocks.

“John Henry! Behold!” I called out in desperation hoping for someone I knew to be here. Slowly and shakily I tried to stand, I wobbled slightly before at taking slow uneasy steps forward letting my feet guide me before I heard voice talking until one voice really stood out to me as I got closer.

“I always thought the world would end with fire and ice, not witches and warlocks.”

Auntie Myrtle.

“Auntie Myrtle” I murmured trying to move as fast as my unsteady legs could carrier me.

I rounded the corner seeing a large gathering of people, I tried to look closer before I could tell exactly who they were.

Mama.

Madison, Coco, Mallory, Auntie Myrtle, Dinah.

“Mama!” I exclaimed aloud catching the attentions of all in the room.

“Elisha.. oh my..” I saw my mother push through all the others to get to me, latching on and wrapping herself around me. “Oh my baby... oh my baby... I couldn’t sense... I thought you’d died... I couldn’t... I couldn’t find you..” she cried as we held onto one another as another pair of arms wrapped around us. “Oh dear we’re so happy to have found you” Auntie Myrtle sighed as both me and Ma chuckled, all the pain from waking up slowly subsided.

“Well well well girl with wings really can appear from now where” I heard Madison chuckle as she to soon joined the hug even though the memories I had always came back with that she despised hugs. “Missed you too Mads” I mumbled.

“Isn’t this a surprise..” the one voice I thought I’d never hear again said aloud. Everyone tenses as the air became heavy, pulling away from everyone I moved to stand in front of everyone. I saw Dinah wearing a knowing look as Image her a subtle nod, Coco and Mallory watched me in surprise.

“I’m surprised to see you standing with a murderer... though with your track record, my love I’m honestly not that surprised” I stated watching his every move as I blocked out Coco and Mallory’s confused thoughts. “Have I ever told you how ravishing you look in blood?” he smirked cockily as I shook my head, “neither the place nor the time.. you do realise she killed me a few minutes ago right?” I inquired pointing to Mead.

“And all is forgiven seeing as you look just marvellous standing there before me, if I didn’t know any better I’d say your showing off against your covens wishes” he chided yet I could by his eyes he was furious with himself for allowing any harm to come to me. “What can I say a child of the lord we gotta few tricks up our sleeves” I humoured him, it was almost like our games but this time other people’s lives and the fate of the world were at stake.

“You erased yourself?... Why?”

“It’s a very very long story”

“Oh please these witches are below us and you know it, they can wait I want to hear from... my beloved first”

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I sat crossed legged.

Waiting for Michael to go to sleep so I could see him, it’d been a few days and I was starting to worry as much as I loved everyone who was a part of the coven, Michael made me feel like I was special in a good way. He made me feel normal.

“Elisha...” I could hear Michael whimper, sharp stinging sensations continued to pound at my ribs causing me to whimper. “Michael are you okay what happened?” I demanded jumping from my place running to him as his figure soon appears.

I see him with bruises on his face and tears rolling down his already tear sodden face. “Oh Michael...” I cooed in comfort as he nearly collapsed into me latching onto me as if I were a life line. “I want it to stop... I don’t want to be there anymore” he cried his head burying itself against my stomach. “What happened who did this to you?” I murmured running my hand through his hair as gently as I could, “They think I killed someone... I never did they won’t find anything there against me.... I just want to go home... I miss home” he cried clinging to me more, “where are you.. I could be able to find you..” I began saying before he cut me off, “NO! No no I don’t want you to be hurt I don’t want to hurt you” He cried pulling away from me completely. “You know you won’t... Michael listen to me.. I can look after myself please just let me help you” I begged reaching out to cradle his face in my hands, “your my best friend Michael please let me help you” I pleaded watching him carefully as he leant into my touch seemingly calming down at the same time. “The man was rude... he said harsh, cruel things, but I never wanted to hurt anyone” he began to confess quietly, I listened showing him I wouldn’t judge him.

“I don’t want to be hurt anymore” he snivelled looking into my eyes with his crystal like ones, “I could help... why won’t you let me help you?” I pleaded creasing his cheek as he shook his head, “my father.... he is confused by you... I fear for you.. I want to keep you safe..” he uttered his hands latching onto my arms to hold onto. “But I thought...” I uttered giving him a confused look as he shook his head the dull aching sensation returning once again. He tried to hush me whilst I breathed harshly in pain as everything around us changed, we were in these woods surrounded by nothing but trees.

“I want to feel free” Michael murmured slowly raising from his knees as he cradled me against him. “No more responsibility, no more people to please... just freedom” he growled lowly pressing his lips to my temple, “a life without being told what you are and what you have to do” I added pulling back to look at him before glancing round at everything around us. “I want that life..” Michael admitted as he kept hold of my hands moving to lead the way to who knows where. “If I had the power I would give it all to you” I replied without a second thought my heart beating a storm in my rib cage, glancing back at me he smiled “and I you..” was all that was said between us before we reached a clearing. Stopping dead in on the ground covered in freshly fallen autumn leaves, Michael pulled me down to lie on the ground.

The air became cold as I quivered at the sudden chill. It was a sign one neither of us enjoyed receiving, Michael pulled me closer to him burying his face into my hair in search of comfort.

We didn’t have much longer. We both knew what happened when we woke up, we’d forget most of this, only remembering our names and a simple detail to what spoke about. It was a feeling a dread we both feared to have.

“I don’t want to wake up..” I growled pressing a light kiss to his forehead, “Who knows what will happen when we wake at least here we don’t have to worry about anything” I sighed disheartenedly. “Like our own personal sanctuary?” Michael suggested a small smile flickered over his lips.

“Yeah, like a sanctuary”.

“You won’t remember this will you?”

“I’ll always remember you... whether we’re here or not” I assured him in a weak tone, “I care about you... but it’s not like how I feel for others” he explained in an unsure manner, “what do you mean?” I asked in a hurry the gnawing feeling of dread filtering into me.

“If I was told I could only ever have one person... one person to spend the rest of my life with I’d want it to be you.. the only person who listens to me...the only person who can see me” he declared with a purposeful aura about his words. Smiling at him I replied quietly “I guess we’re the same in a lot of ways then” chuckling whilst linking our hands together as we stayed in a peaceful silence awaiting our morning rise.

“I’ll find you.. I promise”

“I know you will”

Watching Michael as he walked through the crowds of boys, he seemed like a natural embracing the power presented as becoming the new Supreme.

Even though deep down the voices in my head would whisper that he wasn’t and that there was so much more than what was being let on. Brushing the thoughts away as Michael spotted me as he weaved through the tired looking boys heading off to have dinner, grinning I stood from my place on the spiral stair case leaping forward as he caught me spinning us round making me giggle. “You were gone too long” I chided before pressing a kiss to his cheek as he sighed deeply before burying his face in the my neck breathing in deeply, “blame the Warlocks” he murmured softly littering my neck with small pecks. “You promised” I whined nuzzling his golden curls gently, “but wouldn’t you rather stay for the dinner?” He questioned pulling back slightly to glance over me before locking eyes, “as much as I miss them, they’ve been ignoring me, nobody’s bothered to try and talk to me whilst I’ve been here so what’s the point” I stated feeling a speck of guilt before getting distracted by Michael’s hand cupping my cheek.

“If they can’t see your worth than their not worth having you” He exclaimed planting a firm kiss on my lips to quieten any protest from me. “Can we go?” I pleaded sticking my bottom lip out for extra effect only earning a heart felt laugh from my partner, “such an impatient little angel” he scoffed rolling his eyes playfully before transmutating us outside the school, the cold air of the evening sky nipped at my skin as I basked at the feeling of the breeze in my face.

Pulling myself from his grasp I spun round allowing for the air around me to be manipulated to my every will.

Closing my eyes I allowed for myself to be overcome by the sense of the world around us, from the aura of the trees and wildlife that lived among them to the gentle buzz that radiated from where Michael stood.

“What are you thinking?”

I heard Michael ask curiously in my mind as I smiled in relief, “how much I missed being out here... how I missed the feeling of freedom” I explained as I felt hands dance across my outstretched arms. “You should of said something we could have gone out earlier,” he commented bringing one of my wrists to his mouth before pressing a gently kiss on top of my pulse, “You were busy and I was practicing my abilities” I opened my eyes to look into his own.

“I would do anything for you,”

“I know you would”