#Michael Langdon au

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Gorgeous 18+ (part 2)

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

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   “I’m glad you are awake. I brought these for you.” William lifted a small bouquet of yellow roses in a clear vase. “William, what are you doing here?” Ms. Benson and Cordelia looked to each other before Cordelia asked,  “You two know each other?” I nodded and gestured for him to enter. “We are acquainted, yes.” William handed me the flowers and nodded in acknowledgment to my supreme and instructor. “How do you know where his room is?” Williams hand rested on the back of his neck anxiously. “His room is across the hall from mine. We often bump into one another. He’s been pretty much confined there since the incident.” 

           I handed the roses to Cordelia and grabbed ahold of William’s hand before pulling him into the hallway. “Slow down! You’re going to pull my arm off!” I stopped and released his wrist. “I’m sorry. It’s just important. He was punished for no reason!” William nodded in understanding. “I get that, but you already told them that he didn’t do anything, why do you have to tell him yourself?” He’s right. Why do I need to be the one to tell him, he’s bound to find out, but for some reason I needed to see him. Why? “It’s okay, follow me. I’ll take you.”  

           William’s upbeat attitude soothed my troubled mind. His hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. “Thanks, William.” He smiled softly. “Billy. My friends call me Billy.” I smiled in return at the sudden warmth in my chest of being considered his friend. “We’re friends now?” He nodded and pulled his hand from my back into his pants pocket. “That’s right!” Billy, huh? He was sweet. Handsome too. The way his chocolate eyes sparkled when he saw me. I wonder what he thinks about me? I quickly pushed those thoughts away. I was only going to be here for a couple of weeks. I already lost 2 days. 

           Billy stopped at a large wooden door. “This is him. Do you want me to stay?” I shook my head. “I should be okay. Thank you.” He gestured with his thumb behind him. “Okay, I’ll be just across the hall if you need me.” I thanked him once more and watched him disappear into his room. I took a deep breath and gently knocked on Michael’s door. I could hear shuffling from the other side and within seconds the door opened. Michael stood before me. Thick golden hair disheveled, and his usual tidy uniform was replaced by a black tee shirt and black ripped jeans. His face shifted from irritation to rage when he realized it was me. “Come to rub my nose in it?”

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Michael POV:

         “What exactly did you tell them? Because there are a lot of rumors going around?” (Y/n)’s brows furrowed in contemplation. “The truth, what did you hear?” Her voice was defiant and proud like she couldn’t believe what I was telling her. “Well..” I started as I walked around her. “Some people have been saying that I put a sleeping hex on you.” She scoffed and gestured to herself. “Do I look like the victim of a hex to you?” I have a feeling she doesn’t want to hear how she looks to me.  

         I carelessly brushed a strand of hair that was out of place back over her shoulder. She started to shrink under my curious gaze. My tongue moved to moisten my suddenly dry lips. She watched this action before looking away and swallowing hard. Well, what do we have here? Pink cheeks, nervous fidgeting, refusing to look at me, I think she might like me. Something about this squared my shoulders with pride. I wonder if I can make her forget her  pretentiousness. Or maybe I can use it to play with her. “Others are saying that you were so afraid of me that you fainted.”  

        She rolled her eyes and once more dramatically gestured to herself. “If I’m so afraid of you, why would I be here?!” Got her. I lifted my arms in an exaggerated stretch and smirked as her eyes immediately went to the small patch of skin revealed by my tee shirt lifting. This is too easy. “That reminds me, why are you here, (y/n)?” I lowered my voice just a fraction and the effect was perfect. Her chest rose sharply as I spoke her name barely above a whisper. “I would have been alerted that I was no longer being punished for a crime I didn’t commit, but you wanted to do it. Alone. Why?” Her lip trembled slightly. Was she going to cry? Did I go too far with my teasing?  

        I was close to apologizing when she locked eyes with me again “I don’t really know, you were the first person I wanted to see when I woke up.” Her confidence caught me off guard. I backed up a fraction as I contemplated what she had just confessed. Does she even know what she just said? She must have, right? I mentally cursed myself as I felt my cheeks warm. “Sorry, I’m gonna go. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t get you into trouble on purpose. Bye!” She suddenly left me alone with my thoughts as she ran out of my room and down the hallway. Cute.

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(Y/n) POV

         I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life! Why did I act like that! He’s totally playing with me, and I let him get under my skin!  I ran straight to my room. “What’s wrong with you?” Amber was visibly annoyed by my sudden burst into our room. “Sorry. I just….embarrassed…ya know?” She rolled her eyes and returned to applying her makeup. “No.” There was a sudden knock on the door which startled Amber into smearing her eyeliner. I tried to suppress a smile. Why does she have such a bad attitude today? She didn’t even have anything to say about the fact that I’d been asleep for two days in the infirmary.

         I opened the door revealing Michael in his usual tidy uniform. “You change fast.” His breath hitched only a fraction at my comment. “Sorry, did that sound weird?” Amber was suddenly beside me. “Well, well, (y/n). Aren’t you going to introduce me to your very handsome friend?” Michael suddenly looked from me to her with a tight smile. “My name is Michael Langdon, you should leave.” I opened my mouth to object to his rudeness, but Amber seemed to be under some sort of influence. “Of course. I’ll be going.” Her voice was monotone. Michael moved out of her way and she left. “Why did you do that? It’s rude to just use your magic on people like that!” He shrugged before gesturing inside. “I was practicing for the 7 wonders, May I come in?” I stood firmly in his way. “Why?”   

           He shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. “I need your help with magic.” I raised a skeptical brow and crossed my arms. “Why would you need my help?” He bit onto his bottom lip and sighed in defeat. “Because I put way too much into my spells and I always end up exhausted. I need your help learning self control… Please?” My chest fluttered at his soft tone. He was really self conscious about this. “Okay.” I stepped to the side and allowed him into my room. To my dismay he immediately began exploring and touching everyone’s things. “Which bed is yours?” I took a seat in the middle of the floor. “None of your business, now come here.” He pointed to the bed behind me. “It’s that one. I know it.”  

          He was correct, but I kept my face unreadable. “Michael~” He sighed in defeat and sat in front of me crossing his long legs as he did so. “You are all business, miss (L/n).” I nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah.” He laughed softly at my comment. I admired the way his stone face came to life when he smiled. “You don’t need to be so serious.” I gestured to him. “What about you? You are so serious.” One part of the rumor was true. He did scare me when he shouted in the classroom. Seing him relaxed like this, I wouldn’t believe he was the same person. “Why did you get so upset before?” He raised a curious brow waiting for me to clarify. “When I said you have nothing to prove.” He nodded as he understood what I was asking.  

         “You have no idea how much pressure is on me to perform well and learn fast. My father..has plans for me.” Is he not dead? Why would he need a summoning circle if his father isn’t dead. Thoughts raced around my mind about witch unions with demonic spirits resulting in powerful children to keep their bloodline strong. “Your father’s a demon.” 

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Michael POV

           How could she assume something so close to the truth? I have told her absolutely nothing! I wanted to run. She noticed my discomfort and rested a warm hand onto my knee. “I’m sorry, it isn’t my business. You seem like you would like to keep your personal life private.” I relaxed under her touch. Did she mean that? Did she really not expect answers from me? Everyone expects so much from me. “How did you know my father wasn’t a warlock?” She shrugged. “Billy said that you contact him with summoning circles and he assumes that your dad is dead, but you just confirmed he was alive. It’s pretty common for witches from powerful bloodlines to couple with demons in order to keep their lines powerful. I just put the pieces together.” I suddenly couldn’t shake the thought of if she were one of those witches. Could she know what I was and still want me? Did she crave power like those witches did. “Would you couple with a demon for power?”  

         She choked on something. Whether it was saliva, air, or her own embarrassment, she couldn’t stop coughing. “What?” Heat rushed to my cheeks as I repeated myself. “Would you have sex with a demon in order to gain power?” She shook her head, and my stomach tightened in an unfamiliar sensation, was I disappointed? No I was familiar with that feeling. This was new to me. “I would have to really like someone to let them into my bed. Plus, it wouldn’t give me power, only give me a powerful child.” A small flicker of hope washed my discomfort away. She didn’t say that she wouldn’t let a demon into her bed, just that she had to really like them.   

         A sudden thought of jealousy plagued my thoughts and washed away my short lived hope. “Who is Billy?” She pointed to me. “Your dorm neighbor “Billy Banks.” Realization finally overcame me. She was talking about that twiggy boy who’s room is across the hall from mine. “William… How do you know him?” Her lips were plump from her anxious habit of biting them, and at my question they pulled into a smirk. “Why? Jealous?” A single beat didn’t even pass before I answered. “Yes.” 

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(Y/N) POV

        I shivered from the intensity of his ocean eyes and sudden confession. The room was suddenly cold but my body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to move but his gaze pinned me in place daring me to react or move. I looked nervously at my hand still resting on his knee. His head tilted to the side as he watched me. He made no move at all. It was like a game of chess and it was my move. I suddenly swallowed a lump in my throat. “He’s a friend.” No reaction at all. What did I even want from this? I wanted Michael to move, to do anything to break this tension between us. “(Y/n)...” his voice was rough and low. He spoke my name like it was a flower. Something precious. “Michael?…” I didn’t notice when we started getting closer.  

        “I want to kiss you…” Oh my… his voice was nothing but a breathy whisper that made my entire body ache. “Please do…” I expected him to suddenly smirk or tease me, but the tension only continued to build. “I’ve never done it before… will you show me?”  He couldn’t be serous. I leaned back to see his face still held that intensity. Maybe he was. I was breathless and couldn’t find the words to say okay, so I nodded and moved my hands to rest onto his shoulders. I liked this side of Michael. He seemed so sweet. “Close your eyes.” My voice was weak. Just barely over a whisper and it showed how nervous I was. Michael’s eyelids closed slowly displaying his reluctance to look away from me.  

           Once they were closed I moved closer and my hands raised to cradle his head while I tilted it up to meet my trembling lips. He inhaled sharply at the contact. His lips were warm and soft and I started moving mine against them. His hands held me firmly against his chest as he began to reciprocate. He couldn’t possibly be new at this. Kissing him felt so right. I could feel an ache between my legs and I absentmindedly started to move my hips as the kiss deepened. I couldn’t control the moan that slipped past my lips and into his mouth. My tongue teased his bottom lip as I was more than eager to taste him. He parted his lips for me, and I slipped inside. He was very new to this. He tentatively began to explore my mouth with his tongue and moved me onto my back as he grew more comfortable.  

           He pulled away and looked down at me. His hair was once more disheveled, his pupils were blown until they swallowed the beautiful blue. He pulled his tie down a fraction to make it easier for him to breathe and I felt very self-conscious of my own position sprawled out beneath him. He was between my legs already with my skirt slipping up my thighs. He was shaking with his hands on either side of my head. “Michael…” He closed his eyes and groaned at the sound of my voice. “Please don’t say anything… I need to calm down.” Why? “Do you want to stop?” His eyes snapped open. Instead of his pupils covering his Iris his entire eye was black resembling his demon heritage. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of you.” He scoffed softly as he tried to control his heavy breathing. “You should be. If you had any idea what I wanted to do to you, you would be.”  

          I lifted my hand against his straining erection resulting in a strangled moan falling from his lips as he fell forward. “I’m not stupid, Michael. I know what you want to do to me. Have you ever… before?” He shook his head as I continued to rub my thumb against him. “I can help you. If you want?” He pressed his forehead against my shoulder as I started stroking him with my whole hand. “Have you ever..?” I bit onto my lip as I contemplated what to say. In my experience guys didn’t like it when girls have been with other guys, but I can’t lie to him.

         “Once, but it was a while ago, and I didn’t really want it. I just didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.” I tried to push back the memories, but luckily Michael pulled me into the present here with him his unnatural eyes looking into mine. “Do you want THIS?” I nodded slowly. “Very much, yes.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Then tell me what I need to do.” I looked over to my bed. “Let’s move to the bed. As much as I want you, the floor still isn’t how I want you to experience your first time.” His eyes started to shift back to their magnificent blue irises. “Are you here with me?” He nodded and placed affectionate kisses along my jaw and collar bone. “You’re really sweet, (y/n). Thank you for thinking of me, but I also want your first time with me to be perfect.”  

         He reluctantly pulled away from me and helped me to stand. “Which bed is yours? Or should I just pick one and hope for the best?” His lips tickled my ear as he spoke making me laugh and shiver from the sensation. “You guessed right earlier.” His tongue darted out to wet the corner of his mouth. “I knew it.” He picked me up so suddenly that I squeaked. “I thought you were an angel? Are you a mouse now?” I couldn’t contain my laughter at his playful tone. He placed me down on the bed flat on my back and I sighed in relief when his lips began kissing me tenderly. My own lips chased after his when he suddenly pulled away. “What do I do now?” anything you want to me. “It helps if you make sure I am ready for you first.” His brows furrowed as he examined me trying to understand what I meant. “You remember how I was stroking you?” He nodded slowly. “Well, you can touch me too. Girls become wet when we want sex. We also become looser when aroused, but you can make sure I am stretched enough to handle you.” his brows furrowed together as he took in this information, but he remained irritatingly still. The more time passed the more desperate I became. “Michael, please just touch me.” My voice came out as a soft whine that caused his eyes to darken. “I like that sound.” 

       I grabbed his hand and slipped it into  my panties. “I will make it more if you touch me like this.” His nimble fingers explored my aching vulva, and as his middle finger teased my entrance I whimpered. “Please, Michael.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck as he gently pushed his finger inside of me. “You are very wet. You must really want this huh? Tell me how much you want it?” He began moving his finger in and out as he experimented with the right movement and tried different angles. “I want this so badly, Michael. You can stretch me more with another finger. Once you can fit about three fingers in me I will be ready for your cock.” He quirked a brow at that. “Cock?” I frustratingly reached down to show him what I meant. “This.” He groaned at the sudden contact and awarded me with another finger inside my soaked hole. “This is going to go inside of me, and then I’m yours.” 

      His hips bucked at my words. “Mine? Do you mean it? You will be mine?” I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Michael. All yours.” One more finger stretched me. I gripped his forearm as he curled the fingers inside of me earning a sharp moan.He suddenly groaned in irritation and looked down at me apologetically. “You are going to hate this, but we have to stop.”   

        I sat up suddenly worried. “Why, what’s wrong?” He slipped his fingers out of me and headed into the bathroom and returned with a warm wet washcloth and began cleaning the mess between my legs. He leaned in for one more kiss then adjusted himself and tidied his uniform. “The grand chancellor is on his way with the supreme.” He helped me onto my feet and tidied my hair and uniform before taking a seat onto the floor. I quickly placed candles around him and he began holding them in front of him to light them with his mind but they weren’t lighting. “I usually use my blood to light them.”I was surprised that he couldn’t complete such a simple task the traditional way. “You can’t light them this way?” He sighed  in exaggerated irritation. “What do you want from me? I am obviously struggling! That’s why I came to you in the first place!” Michael winked as a knock sounded at the door. I quickly opened it revealing the two people that Michael said were on their way. “(Y/n), what are you two doing in here?” Cordelia asked and examined Michael as he lit the candle with his mind. “I did it!” The grand chancellor spoke next. “Are you helping him practice the 7 wonders?” 

[queenofallerdalehall]

@normalpeoplescaremeh @violentdelightsproductions @ddriverpicksthemusic @langmery @ineed-a-cigarette @girlshunttoo there's only 365.... 364 days until next Halloween!!!! And for the first time ever we had a draft AND storyboards for next Halloween BEFORE Halloween passed. The hope Samhain is very pleased with us 🎃🎃🎃🎃

So it's the day after Halloween (and inside I am still sleeping inside) I have to say that despite all the bumbs along the way, this year we made art.

And what I love the most about this time of the year is that it brings back some old friends and usually.... Some new ones along for the ride.

So big thank you to everyone that supported us and our work. We sincerely can't wait to do this again next Halloween 👻🎃

[violentdelightsproductions]

A Christmas Horror Story: Christmas Magic

Everyone loves Christmas stories. But every fairytale has a d ark side. There are witches in these stories. And monsters. There are places that are haunted. And beings that punish the wicked. So beware while you are out there celebrating. They are always watching. And you don't want to make it into the naughty list....

"He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake?! This is creepy, right?! How is that not nightmare inducing?"

"Christmas witch? Madison you can't be serious." "Someone clearly forgot who's the real protagonist in the Snow Queen."

[langdontragedies]

Slenderverse x American Horror Story AU brainrot is REAL

Also I think Evan would look neat in Tate's sweater.

HABIT and Michael collab when

[starlightlangdon]

Foursome AU - Andy Dolan, Jim Mason, Michael Langdon, and fem!reader // The Beginning • Part 2 || 18+ to read

Here’s part two of the foursome AU! In the upcoming chapters I’ll have a name for the series, I’m still picking one that feels right for this ✨

You can find Part 1 here

( warnings: insinuations of smut, fem!reader)

Now a year later, they are all in California. Andy and Jim didn’t have many things keeping them in Eden, not anymore. Michael’s operations with the cooperative have been put on hold, at least any operations involving the apocalyptic fallout anyways. He still runs the organization and keeps track of things there. Only a fool would leave Jeff and Mutt in charge. But he isn’t as focused on the lethal operations aspect of the organization.

The more Michael began to admire Jim and Andy, the less he wanted to destroy the world where a future between the three of them was being built. He still had the plans stored somewhere just in case he ever changed his mind, but his hopes of using them faded with each passing day.

Andy continues to rebuild his image in Hollywood. He’s now more picky about what roles he accepts and who he wants to work with. He’s done groveling at rich men’s feet for roles he doesn’t even want to play. He only works with respected people now, specifically people who aren’t homophobic. Michael and Jim helped him see that nothing was worth pretending to be something you’re not, not even fame.

Jim is a surfing instructor at Santa Monica beach. He gets to see the ocean almost every day and teach people who are as eager to learn to surf as his younger self was. It’s a dream for him. For once in his life, he can confidently say that he’s happy.

Every day, they come home to an apartment they share together. They each have their own rooms, plus one room with a super king size bed that they use for… cuddling and private activities.

Soon that room would be yours.

One random Saturday, Andy and Michael messaged each other with plans to meet Jim at the beach around Jim’s lunch break. They wanted to surprise him. Andy didn’t have any scenes to shoot that day and Michael had been getting more comfortable with taking time off work to spend time with Jim and Andy.

They are walking on the beach now. Michael is wearing a pair of sneakers that he keeps in his car for times like this. With Jim’s love of the beach, they visit the beach often enough to warrant having back up shoes on hand. Andy doesn’t really give a damn about the sand so he walks casually on the beach besides the stoic Michael.

Their eyes soften as soon as they see Jim. He’s with a student, most likely his last one before his lunch break. Jim looks completely in his element, calmly guiding the student through the instructions he’s giving her. Despite his patience and calm demeanor, they can see the pure joy shining in his eyes. He’s doing what he loves and they couldn’t be happier for him.

“Fuck, I wanna go kiss him”, Andy mutters, his voice a little tense with impatience. He loved seeing Jim happy but it also made him wanna make him smile for a different reason.. Andy sighs in a mixture of longing, and acceptance. He would have to wait.

Michael joins Andy in the struggle for restraint to go over to the grinning brunette. Michael glances over at Andy and smirks. “Patience, love…” He continues to stare at Jim for a while longer but something seems to start distracting him from his moment of admiration.

The girl on the surfboard beside Jim.

Michael feels a similar feeling to the one he felt when he first saw Andy and Jim. She was pulling him in… like he was meant to see her. His eyes narrow with intrigue. Andy snorts.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.. What’s got you so serious?”

Michael doesn’t respond, his expression only softening slightly, the only sign that he heard Andy’s comment. After another moment of taking in the sight of the girl, Michael mutters.

“The girl.. next to Jim. She’s… different.”

Andy hadn’t really taken the time to notice the girl. It was just another student of Jim’s. He looks over at her and sees that she’s blushing as she talks to Jim. He can’t exactly tell if it’s a true blush or a forming sunburn since the sun has been pretty brutal today. That’s summer in California. But this wouldn’t be the first time they saw a girl flirting with Jim.

He notices that Jim’s attention is completely captured by her. It could just be that he’s focused on teaching her. But Jim would usually notice Andy and Michael’s appearance on the beach by now, no matter how busy he was. Andy fits in a little better than Michael does with the beach crowd but Michael typically sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Huh” Andy says, now looking at the two with the same look Michael is. “She’s cute” He shrugs.

Michaels lips quirk up a little at that. Michael can read Andy’s true thoughts about the girl, they weren’t as simple as ‘she’s cute’. Andy just didn’t want to say it out loud in worry that Michael would get jealous. He’s always had a bigger heart than he wanted people to know about. “You don’t have to lie to me… she’s beautiful.”

Andy huffs. He hates it when Michael reads his mind. But that doesn’t stop him. Andy nods begrudgingly, his tone softening slightly. “Fine. She’s hot. Happy?”

Michael’s smirk grows a little.

“Jim thinks so too”, Michael notes.

After a few more minutes, Jim’s session with the girl is over. She goes over to a towel just off to the side of where he was teaching her and sits down on it. Her gaze moves over to the waves as she quietly admires the ocean. This is when Jim finally notices Andy and Michael. He smiles widely and goes over to them. He sounds a little tired from being in the sun for so long but his spirits are still plenty up.

“Hey”

Michael gives a little smile to Jim but for the most part his attention is still on the girl. Andy takes notice and nudges Michael’s arm, grinning a little.

“You’re not being subtle, Mike.”

Jim’s eyebrows furrow, glancing over at the girl. He smiles a little, almost sheepishly. The same way he does whenever he is caught admiring Andy or Michael. “She’s nice. Not good with the board… but nice” He chuckles a little.

The girl glances back at Jim. Jim waves at her. She looks embarrassed at being caught looking at him and quickly turns back around.

“Ouch, Jimmy.”, Andy teases. “That was cold.”

Michael finally speaks up, looking at them as if nothing happened. But his tone suggests he is still deep in thought. “She likes you too, Jim”

Jim’s head tilts and his cheeks turn a little red. “What?” He scoffs, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck nervously. It’s a habit they’ve seen him do plenty of times before when he was nervous. Andy’s grin grows. “I- I don’t like her” Jim sheepishly defends.

“Jim…” Michael says, almost like he’s trying to coax Jim into lowering his guard and admitting it. “She is cute…” He glances at the girl. “I have an idea”

From there, Jim introduced her to Michael and Andy. From the start, they could see that she found all three of them attractive. Her blushing was far worse than Jim’s ever was. Jim suggested that they all go out to lunch together. He had another surfing lesson scheduled with her after lunch so she had some time to kill until then. She accepted the offer. There was something about them that didn’t make her feel like she wouldn’t be in danger if she went with them. It almost felt like they already knew each other.

That was the first lunch of many that they would share together. She never made it to that second session with Jim… she was too occupied with a different kind of session with the three men who would change her life. And they were introduced to a woman that would be the thing they didn’t know their relationship needed.

6 months later, your bedroom was now that fourth bedroom in their apartment. Your apartment. Your new life together.

[hoziersonofnyx]

American Horror Story: Generations

Michael could feel the life draining from the red waterways of his body. "Take me to the house. Let me be with you forever", he begged. Constance looked at him for a moment and ... shook her head. "No." was all she said and left.

"Please," he begged, "don't let me die." He closed his eyes and cried, I'm just a kid. He was moving on, when suddenly..

"Hello", I greeted. He reopened his eyes. "I'm going to save you." And using magic, but to him Isimply muttered something that didn't sound human, I healed his wounds - just enough that he would live, but that he wouldn't leave me and immediately run after Constance.

"This is gonna sound crazy, but I'm gonna take care of you." I explained to him. He shook his head, "I don't know you", he gasped in pain.

"Listen kid, I'm gonna lay it out for you. Constance is afraid of you, your parents are dead, and if you go into that house, all you'll feel is the misery those people are subjected to every day. I'm gonna take you to a place free of judgment where there are other people like you, and I can safely teach you -mostly."

He shook his head as I spoke and started to move, but I pinned him down. In a gentle voice, I pleaded, "Please, don't go. I'm warning you". The kindness in my voice stopped him for a moment, and I took my chance. "Not far from here, there is a hotel filled with people that won't be scared of you. I'll raise you there for a little while, and if you really want to, I'll take you back here. But please, gimme a chance".

He mulls over my words for a moment and states, "Ok. But you'll have to help me get up. " I brace him, and we walk to a car I spotted that looks nice but generic. "I don't suppose you have a car?", I ask him. He looks startled and questions, "What? I thought this was yours. " With a sigh, I admit, " No. I don't even have a learner's permit. " He looks horrified, and the horror doubles when someone walks out of the car.

Setting Michael down, I walk to the driver and command, "Take us to the Hotel Cortez". He doesn't have a chance to blink before my Concilium takes over his body.

Walking back to Michael, who is now in utter shock, I kneel down and ask: "I don't suppose you have any clothes or money do you?". He shakes his head. With a sigh, I help him back up.

"Guess who's gonna be learning magic on the clock?", I mutter, and he whips his head so fast he almost gets whiplash. "MAGIC!?", he gasps, and I curse myself.

With a forced grin, I look back at him. In a dramatic voice, I stage whisper, "Yer a wizard, Harry". I expect him to laugh, but instead he asks, "Who's Harry?"

Raising a kid is gonna be harder than I thought. Especially when he's the Antichrist. Especially when he doesn't know what Harry Potter is.

With another sigh, I take him into the car and pray in my head that he's grown out of asking, "Are we there yet?"

End chapter one.

other chapters below:

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For the Fandom Ask Game

7, 12, 13

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

Michael's proper attire, of course~

But, I think her armour would be gilded, and more opulent. Think, something more like this

Also, for some reason, I love imagining my Antichrist, Maxine, in Michael Langdon's Fire and Reign ensemble

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

Good Omens Bridgerton AU, possibly. I've even imagined the Kanthony dialogue between Crowley and Beelzebub, and it made me roll on the floor.

Also, while my Lady Crowley is my Antichrist's mother AU is serious, there are parts that always make me laugh, specifically terrorizing Aziraphale. He's unknowingly doing things like drinking dish soap, and biting police officers, which drive Michael up the wall, and put him at risk of not even the Queen of Hell being able to save him. 🤣

The craziest? I think Crimson Peak AU, with Crowley as Thomas, ans Beelzebub as Lucille.

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

Hm, a lot of things I'm excited for, I haven't uploaded yet, but they're in the works, so they probably don't count.

For Good Omens, Fem!Crowley x Hastur, that I've set aside.

In general, my Antichrist OCs... And, the Archangel Michael x The Antichrist ship, all the versions of it, it's my favorite in the whole world (together with Satan/Lilith). I'm closest to starting something with Maxine, and Michael from Legion, I think.

Thank you!!!

[dionysus2xborn]

so.. i need help

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I’ve been working on wrapping up a small oneshot i started years ago for an au version of a genderqueer/enby version of Mallory. Michael Langdon is the antichrist in it still but the equal to him is Mallory and neither of them know until “The Interview”. Which is the name of the first chapter.. idk what direction to bring things. Would yall like just a spooky fic of antichrist goodness? or should i make it sexual. Also if so, idk how to go about an enby character scene like that - meaning idk what my demographic would rather see an au enby version of Mallory as, like mtf, ftm, or should i use very vague purly they/them sorts of words etc, so we can all apply it to ourselves?

Interested in collaborating with anyone interested in this a bit so i can just get some help direction and styling wise given it having been so long ago and i just dont remember where it was going. nor do i have the time to rewatch the season to jog my memory RIP even tho i wish i did. Lol, seems like it could have gone either way, which is why, figured i’d just ask.

shared the cover pic i made to give an idea. they do say that at one point in my script for the interview too.

Working title of entire fic is “If you’re the devil, what does that make me?”

i might just cut the first chapter shorter to share so yall can get the energy and then tell me where you’d like to go from there. idk.. comment, ask, dm me on this PLS. Thanks 

[wearelondonhq]

(maisie) welcome to london,ERIC MATTHEWS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just likePEDRO PASCAL? well, no matter, we hear that you are 55and working as a POLICE CAPTAIN. we also hear that you currentlyHAVEyour memories from SAW and have a tendency to be DEDICATED as well as HOT-HEADED. (can i please swap mindy meeks-martin for her??)

(maisie) welcome to london, MICHAEL LANGDON! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like CODY FERN? well, no matter, we hear that you are 25and working as a POLITICIAN. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from AMERICAN HORROR STORY: APOCALYPSE and have a tendency to be COURAGEOUS as well as UNSTABLE. (can i please swap carol danvers for him??)

(maisie) welcome to london,SHAUNA SHIPMAN! did anyone ever tell you that you look just likeSOPHIE NÉLISSE? well, no matter, we hear that you are 25and working as a COLLEGE STUDENT. we also hear that you currentlyHAVE SOME OFyour memories from YELLOWJACKETS and have a tendency to be BRILLIANT as well as STUBBORN. (can i please swap matt murdock for her??)

— WELCOME TO LONDON, eric matthews, michael langdon & shauna shipman! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome maisie, please be sure to follow our checklist here! ** carol danvers & matt murdock  ( mcu ) and mindy meeks-martin (scream) are reopened !

[quaintnecromancer]

Jett raises an eyebrow when he’s addressed, peering up at the mysterious Mr. Langdon.

“My humble apologies,” he drawls, tone casual enough to obscure whether he means it or not. “I was lookin’ for somethin’ to occupy my mind. Should I not be?”

*Langdon steps toward you, his fingers drifting against the shelving of old and dusty books littered across the walls as he takes in the sight of where you’re sat in the lobby of the outpost*

Should you be looking through those?

*He chides, eyes drifting to the book in your hand*

[venusxxlangdon]

Of Mice & Snakes - Part 3. The Snake

pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader x Tom Riddle 

warnings: crossover, third-person narration, smut (threesome, dp, spitting, dirty talk), angst, character death 

words: 3k  summary: AU where Michael Langdon, Tom Riddle, and fem!reader are caught in an intricate relationship where power and lust go hand in hand. Sometimes the only way to forget is to take the memories out of your head and store them in the Pensieve.

This is the final part. 

Part 1 Part 2 Chapter's soundtrack: Ludovico Einaudi - View From the Other Side 

“He had my back long enough to stab me right into it”  The snow was falling slowly, covering the roofs and the broad shoulders of the sleeping ogres that were supposed to keep the guard with the thick layer of silver blanket. Ever since the Dark Lord took the reigns, each village had ogres and werewolves as the night watchers in case any of the rebels decided to attack.

It was a deep night, and only a few lights in the giant mansion that sprawled out for several hectares were on. They were dim but more than enough to give a soft glow to this one particular spot in the living room.  

The spot by a fireplace. 

A big emerald-green velvet armchair was right in front of it. A huge pile of parchment paper was on the left-hand side. It was impossible to understand what was written on the notes because the handwriting was small, and most parts of the sentences were crossed out - it seemed as if whoever wrote them was in an incredibly frustrated state. Or furious. In life, very often these two feelings go hand in hand. 

The flames from the fireplace cast warm light onto the walls with intricate gobelens. One of them pictured a family tree titled “The Riddle Family”. Some of the spots were burnt out indicating that certain members were excluded for reasons only a pure-blood wizard would understand and consider fair. 

But nobody knew that the entire thing was fake. Tom Riddle came from a muggle family, and all these “excluded” members were nobody but imaginary people that he put on the wall to give the impression that he cared about the purity of his blood. 

He was sitting in the armchair with his long legs crossed. Pale, aristocratic hands rested neatly on the handles. His eyes were closed, his breath even. He was used to evenings like this. After all, he did not have anyone left. Death Eaters could not be counted on. They were just mere subjects, loyal to their Lord, but their loyalty was based on fear and, in some cases, pure insanity. They could not be trusted. But who could he ever trust? The one he considered his brother (not by blood, but by how close they were) betrayed him.

Tom squeezed his fingers around the handles, making his knuckles bleed white. No matter how many years passed, he could not forgive Langdon. He did not betray just Riddle. He betrayed their master plan, almost ruined everything, and over what? A fucking bitch. Just from the thought of it alone, he felt the burning rage boiling up in his stomach and rising to his throat, making him gulp heavily. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed. As he stretched one of his arms, his fingers lightly brushed the pile of notes next to him. He pulled one. 

“Maybe you will wrap your mind around it one day, Tom. She loves both of us,” the scribed letters said. The rest of the paragraph faded with time, but Riddle knew it by heart. 

Y/N never loved any of them, and if Langdon had ever believed otherwise, he was a complete fool and had no right to be his ally in the first place, Riddle thought. She was scared like a little mouse that she was. It was her plan all along: to make them fall for her and then flee when the time came. She pretended to be by their side. Luckily Riddle made her give the unbreakable vow, and that was the only thing that saved his plan in the end. The little bitch could not escape the ancient magic and paid for her dishonesty. 

But she was useful. Thanks to Y/N, Michael and Tom did manage to access her father’s archive and find clues about the location of the Elder Wand. Riddle could feel the weight of it in his pocket. It was real and it brought him the power he had always lusted after. He did not even flinch when he had to point it at his friend, brother, and ally - Michael Langdon. By that point, he had already found out that Langdon was on Y/N’s side. 

He remembered vividly the animalistic roar “Avada Kedavra!” and how the green light coming from his wand pierced through the green flame of Langdon’s wand and then went straight to Michael’s heart. The blond wizard fell dead on the cold concrete of the Glenfinnan Viaduct that Hogwarts Express used to go over every year with the students on board. 

Only one Lord could exist. 

Riddle crunched the piece of paper in his hand and threw it into the fire; the flames swallowed it immediately. He could hear the ticking of the ancient clock. He glanced at it quickly. Midnight. 

“Actio”, he commanded and immediately, a small coffee table with little glass bottles appeared in front of him. Tom sat straight in his armchair and took one of the tiny bottles in one hand. With the other hand, he dived into the folds of his gown and pulled out his wand. He closed his eyes. Let’s see what memory he could get rid of that night. Riddle pointed the tip of the want at his temple and whispered:

“Pensieve”*

A thin silver string started to appear at the end of the wand, stretching out from his head. He pulled a bit more letting it come out completely, and then he stored it right into the prepared bottle. The silver ribbon peacefully rested inside the glass. He knew what it was about. 

“Who are your Lords, darling?” he whispered in her ear while holding her by the neck as she lay atop him with her arms around his torso. Her hair was a mess, mouth hung open as she succumbed to the pleasure of two thick cocks stretching out her abused holes. Riddle was on his back, penetrating her throbbing pussy, and Langdon was behind her stretching her tight ass. He could tell Y/N was on the verge of crying from how overstimulated she felt.

“We can’t hear you”, Michael panted and reached out to her head to yank it and make her face Riddle’s smirk. She winced and looked at the man in front of her through hooded eyes. She was so full. 

“You,” she answered barely moving her spit-slick lips, and her eyes rolled back at the particular hard thrust of Michael’s hips. Tom slid his hands down her body to grab her thighs and brought her dipper onto his cock. He could feel Michael moving inside of her too. Both of their cocks were slipping in and out with a filthy, sloppy sound. 

“Good girl”, Michael’s colossal palm landed on the delicate skin of her asscheek, leaving a red print. She moaned and involuntarily, out of pure reflexes, pushed herself back onto him. “There you go,” he praised and spread her wider, admiring how her asshole was taking him. The beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead, blond locks sticking to it. 

Riddle’s hands were on her breasts that were bouncing in front of his face. He squeezed her nipples tightly eliciting another loud moan from her. He passionately attached his mouth to hers, savoring every sound she made. He kissed her hungrily, drinking in the power he had over her. They had. Y/N was their little puppet. He could feel how Michael pulled out of her just to fill her back up. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass and their low moans was bouncing off the walls of the room. 

Tom’s lips moved down her neck, stopping at the junction that connected her neck and the shoulder and giving it a harsh bite. Hard enough to leave a dark-purple mark. He wanted to claim her in every way. She already had a black snake imprinted on her arm, she had invisible strings of the vow around her wrists, and she had bite marks and hand prints all over her body. 

“C’mon let’s move her”, he commanded to Michael and the blond man moaned disapprovingly. “Sharing is caring, Langdon”.  

Michael gave her a few more thrusts to enjoy the tightness of her ass and complied. Before he moved her on her back, he proudly spread her gaping hole to see the result of his work which felt incredibly humiliating to Y/N. She whimpered when both of the men quickly flipped her over and she ended up on her back with her legs spread and Riddle between them. His eyes were black now, two abysses staring into her soul. Her head was spinning. 

“What do you think, love?” he cooed, bringing his thumb to her lips and tapping on them ordering her to open her mouth. He leaned closer. She could feel his hot breath fanning over her face and the pressure of the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Her eyelids flattered and her cheeks turned scarlet when Riddle let the string of his saliva land on her tongue. “Take it.” 

With that command he snapped his hips, thrusting deep inside of her, making her back arch. He was pinning her to the bed with the weight of his body and she did not have any other choice but to keep taking his big, hard cock moving ruthlessly inside her velvet walls. 

“T-T-Tom”, she whimpered spreading her legs wider. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she extended her arms, sliding her palms down the silk sheets looking for Michael’s hand. She needed to squeeze it for support, to have something to hold onto. Langdon laced their fingers together and brought his face close to hers. 

“You look beautiful, darling”, he praised and reached his hand to her clit. His long fingers massaged firmly, sending bolts of pleasure down her spine. “Let him fuck you, be a good girl. You know you need to serve your Lords well, baby.” 

“Oh yes, such a good puppy,” Riddle muttered and closed his eyes, giving in to the pleasure of her pussy around him. So good. So tight. 

Michael’s plump lips met her parted mouth. He was kissing her lazily. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and cupped her flushed cheeks. He brushed them with his thumbs almost lovingly. 

“Let him cum inside your pussy, baby”, he whispered, “and then I will fill your mouth, yeah?” 

As if she had a choice. She would do anything. She nodded and drew her knees to her chest allowing Riddle to go at a much deeper angle. He cussed and pushed onto her knees driving his cock in and out of her heat. His face was mere inches away from hers. He smelled like sweat and cologne. The suffocating smell of sex filled her nostrils. His hips moved at an animalistic pace, the muscles of his abdomen flexed with each thrust, and his groans indicated that he was close. 

“I’m gonna cum in her”, he panted and Y/N moaned at his words. Michael was still holding her hand, and when Riddle leaned closer and whispered, “Look at me”, all she could do was oblige. She looked at him with wide eyes feeling his cock twitching inside of her. She let out a long, low moan when after one last thrust a hot, sticky fluid spilled inside her pussy. She watched Riddle throw his head back in pure bliss, feeling his cock pulsing deep in her. She felt incredibly full. Everything was wet. When he pulled out, she winced at the stretch and from how messy it all felt. Thick drops of pearl-white cum leaked out of her folds right onto the silk sheets. 

“Keep your legs up”, Michael ordered. Y/N was in a trance. She could barely feel her legs, her heart was beating violently like a trapped bird in a cage, and her breath was still uneven. She saw Tom tiredly rolling over the other side of the bed leaving her at Langdon’s mercy. 

“Put your hands on your ass and spread your holes for me”, Langdon continued. She slowly cupped her asscheeks in her palms and very slowly parted them. It felt filthy. Her pussy quivered and pushed out another thick drop of cum. Good Lord. 

Michael reached his hand to gently tap her clit and collect some of the cum that Riddle left. He rubbed it between his long fingers and then smeared it around her tightened nipples. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and guided it into her mouth. 

“Make me cum”, his low voice sent shivers down her spine. Y/N did not have any energy in her left. She slightly turned her head, adjusting her position on the pillow to take his cock at a better angle. She parted her lips and took a deep breath. Michael did not have any patience for her to take her time and run the tip of her tongue along his head and then take it inch by inch. As soon as he felt the warmth of her mouth, he pushed his hips forward making her take it all. Y/N gasped and almost let her teeth scratch the sensitive skin. Langdon hissed and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her head. He held her in place while driving his cock in and out of her mouth. She could barely keep up with the pace, choking on the impressive length. 

“Just like that”, he approved. “Keep going.” He found particular pleasure in the noises her throat made each time he trusted into it. Her dripping saliva allowed his cock to glide easily. In and out. In and out. His eyes traveled down her body right to the spread pussy and ass that she still had on full display for him. With a low groan, Langdon pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her red cheeks with it. The girl was panting heavily. He was holding her by her neck as he kept rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips. 

“Good girl”, he murmured and slapped her one more time. “Stick your tongue out.”

He let go of her face but she still kept it close because she knew what was coming. Obeying to his request, Y/N took her tongue out and looked up at Michael. His nostrils flared, usually perfect locks were messy, and his broad chest was covered in sweat. She knew him so well by that time already. She could tell he was close just by the way his breath hitched. She watched him jerking himself off and the wild thought of how badly she actually wanted him to cum on her enveloped her mind. 

It was something in her eyes that could not be hidden. Something always about Michael that made her look at him in “that” particular way no matter what he and Riddle kept doing to her. Something Riddle never experienced. Something he hated the most and wanted to annihilate at its origin.

For a second, Tom Riddle wanted to break the glass with the string of memory inside of it. But instead, he squeezed it tightly in his palm and put it in the chest pocket of his gown. He will find a proper storage for this particular one. 

Suddenly a creaking sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. He smiled. He did not even need to turn his head to know what it was. 

“You are back my love,” Riddle smiled as the snake made its way to the armchair. Its long muscular body was strong and flexible. The snake wrapped its thick body around one of the legs and rested its giant scully head on Tom’s thigh. Its pitch-black eyes stared at him blankly. “Did you have a good hunt?”

The snake blinked. Tom’s fingers were drawing a lazy pattern on its head, it felt sleek and cool under his fingertips. How fascinating was the fact that once smart enough to come up with the plan to make fools out of the two most powerful wizards, this very head was now only capable of a primitive string of thoughts! It no longer had its identity, no recollection of the family she wanted to save so badly, no memory of Michael and him and what they used to do together, and most importantly, no memory of what she made Langdon feel. She was his loyal servant. 

“That is the price you paid, Nagini”, Riddle whispered, taking the snake’s head in his palms, his palms caressing the sides of it. He loved her new name. The name he picked for her many years ago. “Just like he paid his.” 

*In Harry Potter universe the memory extraction spell is unknown 

Author's note: I’d like to thank everyone who supported Part 1 and Part 2 of this series that I wrote 4 years ago (*whistling*). I read every single comment and ask you sent me.  Michael x reader x Tom pairing found its continuation in a plethora of drabbles and one-shots I wrote back in my active days on tumblr. The longer ones are included in my masterlist and the rest you can find in the tag #Michael x Tom x reader on my blog. Enjoy!

[marrziy]

HORROR | masterlist

  ⏤͟͟͞͞🎃: Prateleira de imagines e fics que se passam em universos de obras de horror / universos alternativos (AUs) onde horror é um dos gêneros da história. ⸙

†FILMES

:▶Scream

. Ethan Landry

"Eu tirei a virgindade de um assassino?" (hot)

. Wes Hicks

"O que acontece à meia-noite?" (hot)

. MULTIpersonagem

Billy & Stu — "Pertença e obedeça" (sombrio / sugestivo)

                          

:▶Halloween

. Michael Myers

"Pobre Michael" (terror)

                          

:▶Boneco do Mal

. Brahms Heelshire

"Os bonequinhos de Brahms" (terror / sombrio)

                          

:▶Marrowbone

. Jack Marrowbone

"Decisão de não deixar partir" (drama / sad)

                          

:▶O Telefone Preto

. Finney Blake

"Um dia que vale por todos" (sombrio, angst e fluff)

"Quando não houver mais espaço no inferno, os mortos caminharão sobre a terra"

†SÉRIES

:▶Stranger Things

. Billy Hargrove

"Ebulição" (hot)

. Jim Hopper

"Delinquente" (hot)

. MULTIpersonagem

Hopper, Steve, Jonathan, Billy, Eddie e Enzo — "RAIO-X" (hot)

                          

:▶American Horror Story

. Kyle Spencer

"Ele aprendeu a sentir tesão" (hot)

. Tate Langdon

"Doente" (drama / sombrio)

— Lista de FANDOMS!

— Masterlist GERAL!

— Masterlist NSFW!

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[wordsaresimple-imnot]

Masterlist

American Horror Story

AU!AHS multi-chapter

War meets Death - Michael Langdon x O/C Female **Currently on pause

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Band of Brothers

Drunken Confessions - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader (1st person POV, male and female) one-shot, fluff

The next day - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader, Drunken Confessions pt 2, one-shot *smut*

Green Dress - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) one-shot *smut*

Pen pal's - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader one-shot, fluff/slight angst

Truth or dare - Joe Toye x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) one-shot

The game continues - Joe Toye x F!Reader, Truth or dare pt 2, (1st person POV, female) one-shot *smut*

That final line - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader one-shot *smut*, fluff & angst

Oil and water - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) requested one-shot *smut*, angst/fluff ending

Body heat - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) requested one-shot, *smut*

In her arms - George Luz x F!Reader requested one-shot, angst/fluff ending

Leverage

New Hope - Eliot x Reader one-shot/drabble

[violentdelightsproductions]

Every Me, Every You - Michael Langdon x Madison Montgomery (Cruel Intentions AU)

They are almost royals in their world. A Powerful Witch. The antichrist. It's all fun and games. Enjoying flirting. The push and pull of it all. As long as you don't wear your heart on your sleeve, and keep your eyes on the prize. Sex is fun but real feelings get in the way of everything. Because real feelings mean real hurt when the tide turns. And as the rules of the game, change, all bets are off. Who wins or loses this round remains to be seen.

Sucker love is heaven sent You pucker up, our passion's spent My heart's a tart, your body's rent My body's broken, yours is bent Carve your name into my arm Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed 'Cause there's nothing else to do Every me and every you Like the naked leads the blind I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind Sucker love I always find Someone to bruise and leave behind All alone in space and time There's nothing here but what here's mine Something borrowed, something blue Every me and every you Every me and every you Every me Every me and every you Every me

[eveningspirit]

Hello! And welcome to my The Pitt Star Trek AU :)  This is Part Two. 

In this part I shall try to figure out the Star Trek Universe races for all the main (and maybe some important background) characters, as well as their ranks. As a reminder – The Pitt is officially known as USS Pittsburg. It’s an old boat, that should probably be decommissioned, but uh. Captain Robby served on her under Captain Adamson and he’s not ready to let her go yet. The Pitt is falling apart a little, but her crew patches her up enough to let her pass tests and examinations at the spacedocs. 

Also, someone in the admiralty must dislike Robby, because they often send The Pitt on shitty assignments and all the damage sustained during those assignments doesn’t help her condition either. 

Anyway. Let’s get to the chase. 

Captain Michael "Robby" Robinavitch is a human in my mind. I’ll gladly accept constructive crit on that, though. As I will for all the other characters ;) Bring it! 

Commander Heather Collins formerly a science officer, now the ship’s 2IC, is Bajoran. 

Lt. Commander Frank Langdon navigator and pilot, as well as the ships 3IC (as suggested by lovely @magnetic-rose , thank you) is... well that one I can’t quite decide. He could be human, I guess. Although I’m tempted to give him some sort of weird Illyrian or El-Aurian provenance. IDK. 

Lt. Commander Yolanda Garcia (should have a different name) is IMO, of one of the more aggressive races (or part of that race, actually). IDK, half-Klingon, half-Romulan, half-Cardassian even... Oh! I know! She’s half-Cardassian, half-Bajoran, raised on Bajor, but her Cardassian genes make her act up. I had her pegged as the ships second pilot, but now (after the 4th episode) I think she’d be better suited as the tactical officer. 

Doctor Lieutenant Samira Mohan the ship's very capable doctor, strikes me as Vulcan. 

Kiara Alfaro is a civilian counselor and a human. 

Lieutenant Cassie McKay the Chief Engineer of The Pitt I’d rather see as human as well... 

Petty Officer 1st Class Mateo Diaz(?) ...but her assistant could be, say, Orion. Or. It could be the other way around. Or, some other race. Let me remind you, I’ll appreciate any (well, most) suggestions. 

Lieutenant Melissa King I'm-- Yeah, I don’t think I’ll want to change that one, though. ;) Mel, the communications officer feels like Trill to me. I’m just not sure what would be the Symbiont’s name, and what would be the name of the before-the-Symbiosis Trill. But I’ll figure it out.  

Ensign Trinity Santos she was slated as the tactical officer, but with Garcia stepping up to that position (it makes more sense to not have a fresh-out-of-Academy Ensign as weapons specialist), Santos would be Garcia’s protege coming onboard. I thought she could be a Romulan (depending on the time period where my story would take place; if I’m not mistaken Romulans were in alliance with Starfleet at some point? I may be wrong, of course, so feel free to correct me), but with Garcia advancing to the main cast, Santos could be Cardassian, or Cardassian-Bajoran too. 

Master Chief Petty Officer Dana Evans the supply officer could be human. Or Lanthanite, I guess. I love that sense of her being something more, some larger presence onboard The Pitt, extending way beyond. Other than her being a thousand years old, she might instead be a Betazoid. 

Cadet Dennis Whitaker and Cadet Victoria Javadi feel like humans. For now, at least. Oh, Javadi’s parents (as—again—suggested by @magnetic-rose) are both Admirals. 

All the nurses, Perlah, Princess, Jesse, Donnie, IDEK, should also be humans, I think. Because, after all, The Pitt hails from Earth. Unless she doesn’t. 

I’m beginning to have the barest bones of the fic plot, so watch this space for updates. :) 

[starlightlangdon]

Foursome AU - Andy Dolan, Jim Mason, Michael Langdon, and fem!reader // The Beginning • Part 1 || 18+ to read

This is the beginning of a series I hope to continue on here! This is more the intro and backstory to how Jim, Michael, and Andy all met. They will meet reader in part 2 ✨. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future updates of this story!

(Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, mentions of struggles with sobriety, nsfw topics, mentions of toxic family dynamics, mentions of internalized homophobia)

Andy Dolan was never one that formed attachments to people, not often anyway. Being a star in Hollywood, he saw some of the pettiest and greediest sides of humanity. No one, not even his manager, actually cared about him. They cared about what he could for them, how his fame could benefit them and their selfish desires.

Andy might not have been a saint before moving to Hollywood but once he moved back to Eden, anyone who knew him before his move to Hollywood could see the change in him. He was different. Colder, distant… mean.

It was Jim Mason that brought Andy closer to himself than he ever imagined was possible.

Jim had just graduated from Eden University. After high school, Jim couldn’t take being in PV anymore. It was Medina that gave him the final push he needed to leave. Medina made plans to leave as soon as she graduated high school. Jim was slower on making any plans to leave. He felt an obligation to stay and help his mom. His dad had already seemed to have moved on from their family with his new family and his mom was stuck drowning in the past of their marriage. But she was pulling him down with her in her toxic cycle of self destruction and mania.

Jim promised that he would at least look at colleges out of state, even out of the country if he wanted it. They knew Sandy wouldn’t be happy about it but if she didn’t help support Jim through college somewhere else, Phil would. That’s the least he could do after the destruction he caused, the destruction they were still suffering from.

Along with Hawaii and Fiji, Jim heard of another place with waves that surfers from all around the world traveled to see. A town called Eden. There was a discounted rate for flights to the town of you were coming on grounds to tour the local college. Jim would quickly learn that Eden was a small town, the college he was interested in was the only one in town.

Plus, Jim had already long wanted to go to Australia before considering the college there. He added it to his bucket list a few years back when he drunkenly decided that he wanted to fight a kangaroo. That didn’t end up happening on his trip to Eden but what did happen is that he fell in love with the simplicity of Eden. In many ways, it was the complete opposite of Palos Verdes.

There wasn’t anything picture perfect about Eden. No standards to live up to, no one to impress. No more would be the days of watching people around him stress themselves about how their yards looked and what the neighbors thought of them. For the most part, everyone seemed to stick to themselves.

He also noticed a great amount of people barefoot there, with striked him as strange. But it oddly enough gave off a welcoming surfer vibe that only eventually cemented his admiration for how laid back the town was. He needed to be as far away from chaos as possible after the years of being plagued by endless surges of it.

Andy moved to Eden during Jim’s sophomore year at Eden university. Andy’s return to Eden was all the rage in the small town so rarely filled with anything gossip worthy. Rumors of Andy’s drug addiction, temper, and custody battle with his ex wife for their young child was all that was discussed in the whispers of the town for weeks.

Finally Jim got invited to a party at Andy’s house. He met Hedwig a few weeks before Hedwig became Andy’s… roommate, whatever they were. His first year into being in Eden, he decided to get clean from the drugs and the alcohol addiction that would consume him whenever he wasn’t filled with pills. That led him to the wellness center ( the closest thing to rehab in Eden ). Hedwig’s best friend’s mom ran the place. On his second day at the center she tried to sell him something. It surprised him how bold she was about it, how nonchalant. He liked that about her.

Now three years later, they were all apart of the same friend group. Hedwig invited them all to the party she was throwing for Andy, on the condition that everyone played it cool and to not invite anyone else. That ended up being ignored by most of the group when a party for maybe 20 people became a party for more than 60.

Jim however did not invite anyone else. Everyone he really knew in Eden was going anyway.

Jim didn’t go to parties as much since he got clean. Being surrounded by the alcohol and drugs that were bound to show up at parties just wasn’t what he wanted to call a good time anymore. But he couldn’t pass up the chance to see Andy Dolan’s mansion. It was on the far edge of town, practically cut off from the rest of Eden. The property screamed elusive and mysterious, just like the actor did.

Jim couldn’t find any drinks that weren’t alcoholic. He figured that there would at least be some sodas or something but no, nothing. Not even water, which concerned him the more he saw how wasted people were getting.

Finally he goes looking for something away from the refreshments table. He needed something to keep his mind busy because if he didn’t have something to distract him, the itch to get drunk, or worse, would get stronger.

That led him to walking into the large kitchen. “Holy shit” He mutters under his breath. The kitchen was almost as big as his dorm room, his shared dorm room. He had seen wealth in Palos Verdes but he had yet to see a mansion like this. He was getting more and more glad he came to this party. He had to admit, it was a solid party. The music was loud, booming off the tall walls of the mansion, and people were having fun. He hasn’t seen the person this party is supposed to be for though. Nothing, not anyone or any candles on a cake waiting for him to make an appearance.

He pushes past his disbelief of the size of the kitchen and moves towards what he came for, the fridge. Even the fridge was huge. “Damn”, he snorts. He quickly scans the kitchen and sees a couple sitting on the island countertop, too lost in making out to even notice he was there. Perfect. He opens up the fridge and sees what he’s looking for. Water, sodas, juice, sports drinks… pretty much anything he could ask for to help him make it through tonight.

“Awesome”

He reaches in and grabs a sports drink. He was never huge on sports drinks but seeing everyone so drunk, bound for killer hangovers tomorrow morning, is almost making him subconsciously crave electrolytes.

Just as Jim is pulling the drink from the fridge, he hears a voice. He knew it instantly… his friends had a game of watching his movies and betting on how many times he would smolder. It was almost a signature thing he did every movie he was in, enough to be made into a game that was endlessly entertaining for him and his friends.

It was Andy dolan’s voice.

“Who the hell are you and why are you in my fridge? Who the fuck let you in here?” Jim stands there in shock, not knowing what to do or say. He was starting to think Andy was a no show at his own party. He certainly didn’t expect this to be the way he met him. Jim chuckles awkwardly, getting ready to apologize, but Andy continues to voice his frustrations. “I told security no more guests.. Fucking vultures… and of course it’s an American. Of course it is!” Andy laughs bitterly. It wouldn’t take a genius to see that he’s drunk.

Jim awkwardly closes the fridge, a bit surprised at the intensity of Andy’s response. “Sorry. Uh… I didn’t see any sodas out there so I-“

Andy scoffs, “what, you decided to just help yourself?” Andy looks at him with pure judgment and annoyance. Jim is starting to get a little annoyed with Andy’s temper but he reminds himself that yes, this isn’t his house. He didn’t have any right to treat himself. Jim sighs, “I’m sorry, man… I’ll put it back”

Jim moves to put the soda back but a little hum from Andy makes his attention go back to the actor. Andy is now looking at him with intrigue, the judgement fading slightly from his gaze. “You can have it… but I want a favor in return”

Jim’s eyebrow raises. “What kind of favor?”

That favor led to Jim and Andy alone in his bedroom with Hedwig. Andy managed to find Hedwig in the sea of party “guests” quickly trashing his house. He made an offer she couldn’t refuse.

Andy and Hedwig had an arrangement as roommates. She let him go down on her every once in awhile in exchange for money and a place to stay. It was mutually beneficial for the two and the agreement had been going strong for a solid few months now. Andy wanted to add something new to the agreement… and that something new was Jim.

He offered Hedwig double the price he normally gave her for when it was just them, and he offered him double that.

At first when Andy brought up the idea, Jim was totally against the idea.

“Are you insane? We just met! No. Fuck no.”

But when he saw that Hedwig was the person in question that they would be with that night, his tone changed a little. Jim and Hedwig had been together a few times for meaningless hookups. Hedwig never wanted anything serious so Jim just enjoyed the times they had when they had it and that was that. They hadn’t hooked up ever since Hedwig moved in with Andy. Jim would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t miss it.

So, Jim agreed.

The night brought both all three of them pleasure like none other. It opened up a new world for Jim. That night is when Jim discovered he was bisexual. What was once an actor that Jim joked about, became his discovery to parts of himself he never would have thought was there.

Those sessions of Andy paying Jim steadily became more and more frequent. Eventually Jim wasn’t needing to ask for help with money from his parents anymore. But it wasn’t just about the money. Not for Jim or Andy.

When Hedwig moved out to go to college with her best friend Scout, Jim thought he would never hear from Andy again. It wasn’t a week later though that Andy invited him over.

Without the attention being on Hedwig, they discovered new realms of pleasure all over again. Over and over again. Months later, Andy finally invited Jim to move in with him. Jim just graduated college so he didn’t have a dorm to stay in anymore. That wasn’t the only reason he agreed to move in with Andy, but at the time he had convinced himself that it was.

They helped each other grow in ways that were subtle at first. Andy quickly took notice that Jim was uncomfortable with him being on drugs. Jim didn’t say anything but the more times Jim left the room when Andy would pull out his pills, the more times Andy grew to realize he missed Jim’s presence.

Andy began easing up on the pills. He met up fewer and fewer times a week with his dealer until eventually he started dodging his dealer’s calls.

He drank scotch on occasion but otherwise he learned from Jim the ways they could let loose and have fun without alcohol. And with not being exposed to the drugs and alcohol as often, Jim’s sobriety became easier. Having Andy as a support system of sorts was something he began to lean on and appreciate.

Both Jim and Andy had forms of toxic masculinity that they struggled with. Jim was constantly told in his teen years that he was the man of the house. He didn’t have the luxury of discovering himself before responsibility floored him and his mind. When he wasn’t stuck at home being the man of the house, he was around the bay boys who were as rough as they come. He remembers a comment one of the bay boys said once about gay men and he cringes to this day thinking about it.

So needless to say, he wasn’t around supportive people.

In Hollywood, if you so much as wear rings on your finger or showcase nail polish on your hands, rumors can spread about your sexuality. For more of the toxic directors and casting agents in Hollywood, those rumors could be the one thing that gets your part passed up to the next person if it doesn’t go with the image of the character you’re playing.

So Andy repressed any feelings of being anything other than stereotypical “strong and manly” for his roles. He didn’t feel like he could afford any disadvantages, especially with the press he was already getting during his divorce.

In the privacy of Andy’s mansion in Eden, Andy and Jim got a place where they could be themselves without anyone to perceive or judge them. They discovered the things they were suppressing all along.

Eventually Jim started to grow uncomfortable with Andy paying him every time they were together. It wasn’t just about the money or just about the sex for Jim. Jim enjoyed their time together. He insisted that any money Andy would want to pay him could be marked up as Jim’s rent to stay there. Andy wasn’t happy about it but he reluctantly agreed once Jim got upset enough about it.

Andy wasn’t used to people not wanting him for his money or his fame. It put him on edge and made him feel vulnerable. Why would someone want him for him? There had to be an ulterior motive, he had convinced himself. As much as he enjoyed his time with Jim, he didn’t trust it.

That’s until they met Michael Langdon. Michael was traveling to Australia on business for the cooperative. The majority of his outposts were built in the United States. He wanted to change that to have a minimum of 7 spread out across the globe. As much as Michael disliked humanity as it was, people were a resource to building a better world. That included having people of different cultures and perspectives. From a business perspective, he couldn’t ignore that.

Michael was just leaving a meeting with the people the cooperative assigned to creating outpost 15 in Eden. The bunker was being built in preparation for the 2020 apocalyptic fallout. Michael wasn’t pleased with the meeting. Not a single person in the town of Eden met up to his standards of professionalism. Half of the people in the meeting were wearing casual daywear and it irked him. This isn’t how he conducts business and it made him question his plans of having an outpost in Australia.

As he was walking out of the building, he senses something. He could feel them before he saw them… an intoxicating mixture of desire and turmoil. It was at an intensity like nothing he had seen before. It drew him in, his brows furrowing as he prepares to find the source. His magic tingles in his fingertips as he looks around. Then, bingo. Across the street lies the beach of Eden, where Jim and Andy were.

Jim was attempting to teach Andy to surf. Andy said he wanted to give it a try and Jim was more than happy to teach him. More excuses for Jim to touch Andy when correcting his posture on the board. Jim was redirecting Andy’s foot for the 5th time, trying to show him proper placement to stand on the board. Andy was getting impatient. He was used to success, even in the smallest of ways. Being corrected so many times was setting him off.

“I got it, I got it” Andy huffs. Jim could see Andy biting his lip in frustration and it was making him feel things. Jim’s eyes travel down to Andy’s lips, staring a little too long to not be noticeable. Andy’s eyes darken with lust.

Michael can sense their emotions… feel the way each of them were holding back in their own way. Jim, repressing the feelings he truly felt for Andy. Jim was falling in love with Andy, without realizing. Andy had become enchanted with Jim but his internalized homophobia didn’t allow him to feel it. Andy just chalked it up to Jim being a nice distraction. But it was more than that for the both of them.

Michael decided to try something, a little experiment. He walked over to the beach, cringing a little as the sand made contact with his designer shoes. He could buy new ones but it still stung a little. He goes and sits on a nearby bench, just far enough away from them to observe and not be seen.

His fingers continue to tingle with magic. He channels that magic to absorbing some of the feelings swirling between Jim and Andy. He lifts enough of those feelings away so that Jim and Andy can see each other for how they really feel.

But something unexpected happens, something Michael wasn’t even predicting. Jim notices Michael. Jim looks on curiously, eyeing him up and down as subtly as he can without Andy noticing. After a few minutes, Jim went back to helping Andy’s form on the surfboard and that was that. A second of admiration.

Michael was used to people fearing him, sucking up to him in fear of angering him. That moment of admiration was small but it was not insignificant.

Michael decided to stay in Eden for a few more days, give the town a shot at salvation if he deemed it worthy for one of his outposts. But that wasn’t really the reason he was staying. He wanted to offer Jim and Andy a shot at salvation… a shot at a new world, with him.