#powerful witch x pathetic warlock is everything to me

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sum lucivis as suggested from the aphblr in mc discord.

[fan-fantasies]

Destiny (Micheal Langdon smut)

Pairing?: micheal langdon x reader

warnings?: SMUT, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, chocking, ritualistic (kinda) sex, voyeurism,  season spoilers (follows episodes from the season)

Word count?: 4.1k 

A/N: WOW! Two posts in one week? Its almost like all i wanna do is write! Here is somemore smut, idk why i keep writing smut but for some reason i keep doing it. Maybe I’m getting better at this? I don’t really know honestly. Though I do hope you guys enjoy... Thank you so much for the likes and everything. Enjoy! <3 ~Breezy

You had been wandering in the woods for what seemed like eternity, you weren’t exactly sure where you were going or why you were here. It was the middle of the night, when you felt compelled to leave your home and go in search for a man. A voice had told you nothing more than he was living somewhere around here, in the middle of nowhere. You had been told that about three days ago, you had been endlessly wandering through the woods with no food, no water or even a clue who this man was. Your legs had begun to feel weak starting at the beginning of what you figured was the fourth day. It was then you came to a clearing, in the middle of the field was a strange metal statue, what was that? The bright sun blinded you as you entered the direct sunlight as you headed towards the entrance. There was no one around, how in the world was this the place you weren’t meant to be? The closer you got, you heard male voices speaking they seemed hushed but you honestly didn’t care. They didn’t notice you till you nearly collapsed in front of them, 

“M-Micheal?” You stammered, “I need Micheal,” you whisper before you saw nothing but darkness. 

The two men standing before you watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head before collapsing to the ground. You were dirty, clearly having been in the woods for awhile. Normally they would be hesitant to bring a stranger into the school but the fact you asked for Micheal intrigued them even more. How did you know about the new student that was prepared to test to be the new alpha?

There was no doubt you played some important role here, maybe the witches had sent you? Where they trying to get a spy on the inside? Regardless, they managed to get you inside, finding a spare bed to lay you in for the time being. Many questions where asked of them as they walked through the academy, mainly from the boys who had witnessed them walking by but they gave them no answers, seeing as though they had none themselves.

Micheal wasn’t a hard student to find among the others, mainly cause his energy stood out to them the most but to you it was even stronger. Feeling his energy getting closer made your eyes fly open, you body moved as if you were on autopilot. You legs swung over the side of the unfamiliar bed, the room was rather large but that didn’t exactly matter, all you wanted was to see him. You had to be beside him. 

You easily swung the door open only to be overwhelmed by his energy. He stood across the way, glancing your way, a wide smirk grew on his face. He made his way towards you, you didn’t dare move even though you wanted nothing more to be near him. Micheal looked around quickly before walking into the room with you, shutting the door behind the both of you and locking it using his power. You reached your hand out, almost like a mindless zombie but once your hands touched the trance went away. You had found him. 

“Micheal,” you whisper looking up at him. 

His eyes dark, “So my father sent you?” He questioned his facial expression unreadable, 

“Yes, we were destined,” you say softly, “He wants us together, I only make you stronger,” you didn’t break eye contact, you could tell he wanted to do more but something was holding him back. 

“They won’t let you stay,” he says, “they already believe you to be some sort of spy that the witches sent,” you looked at him, almost as if it didn’t exactly matter. “If they send me away, I will only come back for you. Nothing can separate us,” you tell him, “We are meant to rule together.” You gently caress his cheek, wanting nothing more than to be closer to him. He signs heavily, he gently touches your cheek in return but this was for something completely different. Your mind felt less hazy, less controlled. 

“Now that you are completely here, tell me all you remember,” 

And you did. You told him how you awoke from your sleep one night and compelled to leave your family and walk into the forest with no word. It was in the woods when a spell seemed to be cast over you, a black goat having approached you scaring you half to death. 

“So my father did come to you,” he mumbles, “You are the one he spoke about,” He rubs his temples clearly trying to take in all this information. While he did that, you took in the man before you, short blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, he was truly handsome… It wasn’t like you had a very great Homelife, it was pretty boring honestly. 

“You do have a strong power within you,” he whispers bringing his face closer to yours, he seemed hesitant at first but now he seems convinced that you would be of use to him. “You will stay by my side at all time, they won’t take you away from me.” He growls almost possessively. Not like you minded, you knew he would keep you safe. 

And keep you safe he did, you stayed by him every second of every day. To his lessons, to his training, to whatever it is he was doing. He even made it so you could stand beside him while they used a spell to give him protection and strength. You stood in the circle of fire with him, your arm wrapped in his. Though he knew he didn’t need either of those things from them, because you already gave him that. 

 You even stood by him when he went for his seven wonders test. His ‘teachers’ weren’t exactly pleased to hear that you would be tagging along but some how he convinced them that it was important that you stand by him. You had rested all day, knowing that he would likely pull from your energy when he began to do his ‘craft’. You knew he was strong enough to do it all without you, but you gave him even more just to be safe. 

You were awake by his gentle voice and soft lips against your cheek, “My dear, it’s time to wake up,” he whispered into your ear, your eyes slowly opening meeting his beautiful one. 

“Is it that time?” You ask him, he smiled softly answering your question. Slowly you sat up, he stood next to the bed waiting. You yawn a bit before standing for yourself, 

“I got you this to wear my love,” he says as he motions towards a dress that laid on his desk. A black floor length dress with a beautiful gold pattern on the sleeves and chest piece. You weren’t afraid to undress in front of him and put the dress on. 

“Micheal~ It’s beautiful!” You squeal as you spun with a giggle, he smiled at your reaction.

“My beautiful queen deserves the best,” he says as he fixes his uniform, “Now come, we must go,” he offers his arm, which you gladly take. You both make your way to the area where he would show his power. You enter with him at your side, his ‘teachers’ leading the way and the female witches waited for us. The witches gaze was on Micheal for a moment but was quickly shifted to you. Confusion overtook them seeing a female among the men, they prepared to ask but the men insisted the test begin. You stood away from Micheal, not near the men or the female, just alone. The supreme, Cordelia you had learned her name was, seemed uneasy not only with how well the tests were going, but with your presence. You could tell she wanted to ask but she couldn’t get a word out.

Micheal had passed almost all the tests given to him, the last task he was given was to basically bring someone back from somewhere. You didn’t fully understand seeing as though this whole magic thing but by the sounds of it, it seemed as though he had to go to hell to retrieve a soul. You knew this was something easy for him, seeing as though who his father was. He stood beside you as this was explained to him, you could feel him recharging his energy by taking yours, it wasn’t enough to hurt you it just made you tired. Once they finished arguing each other, Cordelia took one of the men into another room to speak about this you had assumed. Micheal had leaned down to your ear, you kept a straight face as his breath tickled your neck. 

“You’re doing so well my dear,” he praises, “Keep it up and I will reward you later,” he gently nips your earlobe before pulling away. The witches that stood across the room eyed you both suspiciously and curiously. You tried to keep a straight face after Micheals slightly teasing words but you knew that if you listened, you would be rewarded, he was a man of his word. Micheal left your side only to go towards the door and use his power to open it. You knew full well he would do this. 

Once convinced, the test began, Micheal laid on the ground ready to begin. It was so strange to see this ritual in progress. They began to chant until Micheal seemingly fell asleep, leaving you with some anxious witches and eager warlocks. Now that there was silence for a moment, Cordelia finally was able to ask her question. 

“And who is this?” She asked looking at you, “She hasn’t seemingly left Micheals side all evening.” She points out looking you up and down. You stood there in silence, no one spoke a word mainly because even the warlocks couldn’t answer that question and you refused to say anything that might give you away. 

There was a long silence, and if Micheal hadn’t just shot up gasping for air you were sure a fight would have broke out. He woke up alone but surprised even the witches when he brought back the witch named Misty. Micheal stood to his feet, walking straight to you as he seemed exhausted by the ritual. While none of the witches were watching, you gently took his face in your hands, taking a deep breath you gave as much energy before they began to pay attention. The oldest witch then called one of the warlocks, ‘a pathetic pompous ass,’ which got a giggle out of you, she wasn’t wrong… 

“I did everything you asked,” Micheal proudly says standing tall, you arm now linked with his. You both stood proud together, like a king and queen. Once the commotion seemed to die down, both you and Micheal took your leave heading towards his bedroom. All of them believed he needed rest, but you knew exactly what was going to happen behind those doors. 

Micheal was eager to take you in every way possible before they had a gathering in the study. It didn’t take long for clothes to be shed and for you to be tossed onto the bed. Your face pushed into his pillow, your ass high in the air presenting yourself to him. No matter how much you begged him to take you, he did nothing but tease you, his touches light and gentle. This continued for what felt like an eternity but when you least expected it he turned into a monster. Thrusting into you like a wolf in heat, his hand wrapped in your hair pulling you to his chest. One hand pressed against your stomach, the other wrapped around your neck cutting off airflow. Your moans silenced by this but small sounds still managed to escape. 

“Who do you belong to?” He growled in your ear as he continued to roughly pound into you. It took you a few minutes to register his words. 

“You, my prince,” you sobbed as his hand now tightened against your throat. You felt your release coming, your eyes welled up with tears. 

“Don’t you dare cum,” he continues to pound relentlessly into you, showing no signs of stopping. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on, he let go of your neck for a brief moment giving you enough time to speak, “My prince, please!” You cry, he chuckled darkly his lips attacking your neck before roughly bitting it, marking you as his. You squeal as he pushes you forward onto your hands, his hand wrapped in your hair pulling just enough for it to force you to arch your back. You made sure to take this position to your advantage, you looked up at Micheal who was practically towering over you. 

“You gonna cum?” He growls, you are only able to nod, “Then beg for me, beg your prince to let you cum,” he smirks proudly as he knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

“Please my prince, let me cum on your cock. Please, I’ve been so good!” You cry trying to even comprehend words, “Please let me cum and make me yours forever!” At those words he groans loudly. Those were the magic words. His thrusts became stronger, if that was even possible, drawing a loud moan from you. 

“Then cum!” He snarls as his hips continued to piston into you. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, the cry that left your lips caused the lights in the room to flicker. The energy coming from you was overwhelming throwing Micheal into his own orgasm. His final growl was animalistic, demonic even, it was the hottest thing you had ever heard. Micheals thrusts slowed until the both of you lay still. He smirked at the sight of his princess fucked out and tired, he laid a gentle smack to your ass causing you to squeal. He gently caressed the cheek in his hand before flipping you on your back. 

You laid there trying to catch your breath, your eyes automatically locking with his. 

“I’m not sure I will be able to walk my love,” you giggle pulling him down to you for a final kiss. He chuckled against your lips before pulling away, “That’s alright, you stay here and rest beautiful,” he says, “I will be back in a little bit,” he kisses your forehead before standing up and getting dressed. 

“I love you my prince,” you whisper before falling into a deep sleep. You weren’t sure what time it was when Micheal came back but you did end up finding his way back to bed. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist and pull you towards him. You couldn’t stop yourself from cuddling even closer, feeling safe in his arms.

Days passed and things seemed to still be going in the right direction, as you had hoped they would. Though Micheal had been going out more, which you gladly followed. It wasn’t until that day, you were both heading towards some random area. Micheal seemed adamant that you get there quickly, and now you could see why. Three charred corpses were in your line of sight, you knew one of them belonged to the woman who acted like his mother. A scream of agony resonated from him as he mourned for his dead mother. 

“It’s over,” Cordelia says from behind the both of you, where had she come from? You stood by Micheal, his form still slightly shaking.  “We know who you are, your allies are all dead,” she continued to speak, “You failed,”

 Micheal was angered by this, “Then you know I can defy death, I’ll just bring her back. My Ms. Mead will stand by me to watch you die.” He manages to speak out.

“You can go to hell, but you won’t find her there,” she spoke, “her soul is hidden under a spell that only I can break. You’ll never see her again.” He fell to his knees, you could feel his pain it hurt you just as much as it hurt him. 

“You’re all alone,” Cordelia continues, you knew Micheal wasn’t alone, he had you and his father. 

“I have my father,” he mumbles, he takes your arm as you kneel next to him, “I have my princess,” his voice soft, almost powerless almost trying to convince himself that he wouldn’t lose you.

“Where is your father now? Why did he let this happen? You don’t have to follow this path he laid out for you,” she tells him, you didn’t see hostility in her but you could tell Micheal was conflicted. 

“As for her,” she starts, “Do you think she will stay by you? Do you think she will be able to survive all of this?” She questions him, you knew she wanted to continue speaking. 

“I will always stand by him,” you growl lowly not liking her tone as she spoke to you. 

“You can write your own destiny, there is humanity in you. I see it,” she stands up, “If you come with me, maybe we can find it, together,” You were slightly shocked when Micheal takes her hand as he stood to his feet. You watched as his tightened his grip on her, drawing her close, 

“Somehow, someway, I will bring her back and then I’m going to kill every last one of you,”  he growls before taking your arm and walking away. You knew what Micheal had to do but did he want you to take that journey with him? He had to speak to him father and you weren’t so sure if he would want you present. 

“My love?” You say softly as you walk swiftly with him. “I want you to know I will never leave your side, no matter what,” you say confidently. He doesn’t respond but he nods at your comment. You could tell, now wasn’t the time for that. 

Going to the woods was your next destination, you had honestly believed Micheal would have told you to stay at the school so he could be alone to find himself but he kept you right by his side. You watched him draw the pentagram on the ground, big enough for the both of you to sit in the center. He declared he would not leave the circle till he got his answer, you knew his father wouldn’t speak so easily. He knelt In the middle, prepared to wait for the answer he was looking for. You sat beside him, your hand placed gently on his thigh as he stared into the woods. 

The sun fell from the sky, then rose, before you had known it four days had gone by. Micheal hadn’t moved an inch, your head was placed gently on his lap. His forehead laid gently on your temple as he was trying to be as comfortable as possible. 

He suddenly sat up, looking around as if he had seen something before he began to talk to no one. Slowly you sat up, no one was around you but you knew this meant he was being tested. Whoever it was, he wanted them to leave and declared them not to be real. He seemed distraught for a few moments before he launched himself up at no one before falling onto his back once more. He was afraid. 

A black goat appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, a sign from his father. Micheal wasted no time before launching himself at the goat, stabbing it spraying blood all over himself. In his rage, he ripped the poor animals horns off, more blood covered his nice clothes. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing you had ever seen. Whenever Micheal acted on his rage, it sent tingles down your spin. 

“What do you want from me?!” He cries to no one, “What am I supposed to do?!” He shouts hoping his father would answer. He fell to his knees, a small sob escaping his lips. You crawled over to him, 

“My love,” you whisper grabbing his attention immediately. Your hands cupped his face, you brought his face to yours in a searing kiss. Things did heat up, he took you right there in the middle of the woods. Much to your surprise he was gentle with you, slow, taking his time to savor every moment he had with you. It was amazing… You knew he was going to get his answer soon. 

After all of that, you had found yourself at a church for his father, a woman of the congregation offered to take you both in for something to eat. You paid no mind to their conversation until you were heard the woman shout, a knife in hand. Micheal didn’t seem frightened by this but that was cause he knew they were waiting for him. He was the anti-christ. 

The knife brought to his throat, “Well before you kill me, see me!” He growls moving his hair to the side showing off the mark he had behind his ear. It was almost immediate that the woman dropped the knife and gasped “Hail satan! Our savior has risen!” 

The next events you knew what likely was to come, walking in the pouring rain towards the satanic church where he would make himself known to the group. You three had barged in just before the human sacrifice where Micheal was now given the honor of doing so. He walked towards them, not before offering his arm to you. 

“This honor is yours too my princess,” he whispers shocking the woman, the whole group seemed to also be surprised at this. You smiled widely, he would do the killing and you would stay behind and watch. He took the sacrifices and slit their throats, the choir singing louder than before setting the tone for the ‘praise’ they were giving. Once the deed was done, seeing Micheal in front of the bloody bodies sent a hot wave through your body towards your core. The look on his face, demonic and strong, it was attractive. 

“Micheal~” you whisper as you stand beside him. He glances at you, curiosity in his eyes. “I want you, now,” you whimper looking up at him. His eyes instantly grew dark, those in the room bowed before him chanting, hail satan. He pulls you towards his, his lips smashing into yours in a hungry and rough kiss. No one in the room did anything, just continued with their chanting. Micheal picked you up by your waist, lifting you up onto the alter you legs automatically wrapping tightly around his slim waist, your lips never parting from his. He began to bunch up your dress, not plaining to waste a single second. You undid his pants, just enough to free his hardened cock. 

He pushes your panties aside, pushing his dick into you with no hesitation. He was pounding into you ruthlessly, you didn’t even try to hide the fact that this was happening. Your moans loud as he made you feel better than ever. The people around you watching as he pleased you, only increasing the pleasure. 

“You like that they’re watching, princess?” He growls into your ear as he pounds into you, you can’t hide it, 

“Yes!” You cry as he continues, he chuckles darkly. He takes your legs, widening them letting his go deeper. The idea of these people watching and the pace Micheal had set made your orgasm come quicker than. 

“Who’s making you feel this good?” He groans into your ear, 

“You are my prince,” he slaps your thigh harshly signaling that that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. He thrusted roughly just before you answered, 

“You are my king!” You shout shamelessly drawing a groan from his lips. “Please let me cum, my king, please,” you beg for everyone to hear. 

He laughs evilly, “Not yet my queen, you will cum with me,” your eyes water as the pleasure grows stronger and harder to contain. 

His thrusts becoming sloppy and less precise, “Cum my queen,” you cry out, your walls clamping down on him threw him over the edge, his cum filling you up. Your body shook from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He pulls your lips to his in a passionate kiss, it showed you how much he loved you. The following events that happened that night were a blur, the pounding that Micheal had gave you honestly tired you out. You knew that this was just the beginning of a huge plan that you knew he would be able to execute properly. 

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Curiosity or More?

****This one is lengthier but I find to be fairly decent for not writing for over a year. But I hope you guys enjoy it and comment some feedback and give me some requests.****

Summary: Y/n was the daughter of the infamous Cordelia Goode, though that gave her a title she never liked it as her mother never batted an eye at the poor girl lately. That all changes when she attends the meeting at Hawthorne and she meets the Boy Wonder who isn’t the only one with secrets.

Hawthorne!Michael x reader, Outpost!Michael x reader

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To say you weren’t the least bit curious as to who the so called “Boy Wonder” is would be an understatement. Regardless of what your aunt Myrtle and mother Cordelia say. You know your mother was on edge when Hawthorne called a meeting. 

“We’ve taken in a boy recently who we thought was another warlock in need of our help and training.” Ariel spoke. 

“And?” questioned Zoe.

I chuckled quietly, earning a glare from my mother of course.

“The things he’s done are extraordinary. We ran some tests and his powers are of supreme level.” Ariel exclaimed. 

“Do you really believe this? No man has ever come even close to coming to that level. Men simply aren’t equal to a woman in the means to be supreme.” she was infuriated. 

My mother immediately denied any idea of a male being the supreme. She couldn’t bare it. She’d had enough. She stormed us out of Hawthorne only to be met with Queenie and Madison alive and well alongside the boy. As great as it was to see them, my mother fainting was the icing on the cake.

“I need to see him.” my mother spoke once awake.

“I was trying to get your attention.” he spoke softly.

“Well you certainly did.” my mother stated. “He will perform the seven wonders.”

I don’t know what it is about him but i’m drawn toward him. The way he looks of an angel but yet his eyes tell of something dark and corrupted. The way he carries himself shows a confident man yet terrified little boy. I was determined to get to know the Boy Wonder, Michael. 

You spot him on the balcony eyeing everyone yet not at all amused by Stevie’s singing as he had performed all of the seven wonders not too long ago impressing my mother even more with bringing back Misty Day. I feel this would now be the time to introduce yourself on a more personal level.

“Not into all things Stevie, I take it?” you spoke startling him a bit.

“If it weren’t so obvious i’d say no, but yes.” he retorted. “I was genuinely impressed today, no male has ever had such supreme level power.” you said.

“Well I'm glad I impressed such a gorgeous creature like yourself.” He smiled.

“You aren’t so bad yourself Boy Wonder.” you winked.

“Michael.” he said. “My name is Michael. Michael Langdon.”

“Y/n, my name is Y/n. And I do apologize for my mother’s behaviour towards you. It came as a shock to us all.” you said.

“Your mother?” he said in shock.

“I’m afraid, I am Y/n Y/m/n Goode. Daughter of the Supreme, Granddaughter to our former.” you spoke honestly.

“Well miss supreme did do a fine job creating you.” he said flirtatiously eyeing you up and down. 

You blushed. 

“Do tell princess, I bet mommy dearest is a thrill to live with.” he joked.

“Trust me, she isn’t anything special. I’d say more of a snob, cares about everyone else before her own daughter.” you rolled your eyes.

“She can’t be that bad can she?” he questioned. 

“I don’t believe we have the time to discuss all things Cordelia.” you crossed your arms.

“I’m sure we can make time.” he smiled.

Fast forward to now, where I stand looking toward Michael as he and the infamous Miss Mead stood before my mother and the rest of us. He really was a gift from god, or should I say the devil. I cannot wait to run my fingers through those golden locks. I looked from my mother to the others than Michael, he gave me the look of approval and that was all I needed to run to his side planting the hottest kiss ever. To say the look on my mother’s face gave me joy was an understatement, I was beyond thrilled when she saw me walk to Michael’s side even better when I kissed him.

“Y/f/n what is the meaning of this?!” my mother shouted.

“Well mother, while you were off excluding me from everything you had planned I figured I’d do my own.” you blurted back.

“So siding with the enemy was the right thing to do?” she exclaimed.

Michael chuckled watching the showdown between mother and daughter.

“You never once included me in anything, I've done so much for you. So fucking much and I don’t even get a simple thank you? You are by far the worst mother there is.” you were furious at this point. Michael could tell so he took over.

“Dearest Cordelia. What a shame it is for you to find out this way, but I do intend to keep your daughter till the end of time. And she is willingly doing so as she was the one to come with all of this.” he gestured around. “Y/n is smart, the smartest person I have ever met and you clearly have not seen that, I shall ask you all to bow down to give yourself the pleasure of our allegiance and we shall spare your poor meaningless lives.” he demanded.

“This is your last chance mother, your last chance to finally see me for me, just pledge your allegiance and all the past hatred will go away.” you reasoned.

“NO. I am sorry my child but I will not bow down to some little boy who has no idea what being a leader means.” your mother spat. 

“Then you leave me no choice.” you backed away. 

You were angry. Angry at the fact that your own mother picked those pathetic witches over her own daughter. She never noticed how advanced you were at spells how you’d always be ahead of everyone by a long shot. She had her focus on Mallory when it really should have been you. Her flesh and blood. You set fire to each one of your mother’s precious witches. One by one each turned to a pile of ash.

“Why are you doing this?” she cried.

“Because mother, you never once were there for my accomplishments. Every time I perfected a spell or ritual. I was alone.” you cried angry tears. “I wish you cared like you say but it’s too late.”

You felt deep within you the love for your mother slip away as you set her on fire, hearing every scream and plea release from her body. Not caring one bit.

“I’m the next fucking supreme.” you screamed at her ashes.

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To You I Give Myself [Michael Langdon] (1/2)

Request: Can you do a Michael Langdon imagine? The reader is a powerful witch of the coven and the next supreme. They’re supposed to be enemies but he ends up falling in love with her and she’s his weak spot

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,240

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Sometimes, life has a funny way of making things so.

Michael was your competitor, and in many ways, your enemy. He led the future of a completely changed way of things; there had never been a male Supreme before his time. In fact, before Michael, it wasn’t even thought of. The possibility of it impossible.

And you figured in many ways, you should hate him. He represented your end, he rivaled you in power and before him, there was no one stronger then you other than Cordelia herself. Before him there was no doubt that you were to be the next Supreme. Then he walked into the lives of you and every other witch or warlock and changed everything.

Maybe, at first, you had hated him. Just a little. You hated that someone could take what you believed was your right. You hated even more so that it was a male that had the audacity to think that they could rival you in both power, strength and smart. And then, you met Michael.

And all of that changed.

You still remembered the day you met him. Remembered the moment your eyes met his and suddenly, all of that pathetic anger and childish jealousy just seemed to melt away. A strange tightness had developed in your chest and all of a sudden it felt like there was no possible way you could ever hate a face like that. Because yeah, at first, it had been pure physical attraction. But as the seconds passed, something inside of you just felt right when you meet Michael’s gaze.

And he felt the same.

“And Michael, this is Y/N.”

His eyes lazily drawl over your own, obviously not expecting much, until he properly looks at you. You feel it too. You meet his blue eyes that flood with warmth upon meeting your own E/C eyes and all of a sudden, the smugness you’d been displaying seconds before fades away.

Your shoulders eyes and your eyes soften and a genuine smile curls onto your lips as you extend your hand out towards the boy.

“It’s nice to meet you Michael.”

When he slips his hand into your own, his touch is soft and it sends shivers throughout your entire body. You have to physically contain yourself, fully aware that all eyes were on you and you just knew the judgement you would receive if any of your sisters were able to pick up on your sudden fondness for your competition. However, that doesn’t make your smile any less genuine.

He shakes your hand firmly and then this look passes over his eyes; it’s a look you’ve never quite seen on someone. At least never towards you. You faintly remember that same expression being on Kyle’s lips when he looks at Zoe or the way your mother had once looked at your father. It’s a completely different experience having someone look at you that way.

“Likewise,” he bows shortly, a small smile curling onto his lips. “Y/N.”

The two of you hold onto each other’s hands a moment longer then appropriate.

When you glance back at your sisters, the only one who seemed to have noticed your reaction is Zoe. She sends you a look, not one of judgement but rather a quirked brow and you have to bite back down the blush that threatens to grow on your cheeks, ducking your head as you step back.

When you gain the courage to look back up, Michael’s eyes are already on you. There’s a smile on his lips, one that hasn’t seemed to fade since you shook hands, and it’s as if he’s admiring you.

It fills you with butterflies.

“You know, eventually, this will have to end.”

Michael blinks at your words, choosing to remind silent as you absentmindedly trace patterns across his bare stomach. Your head rests comfortably on his chest, and it’s when you feel (and somewhat hear) his breath hitch that you raise your hand to glance back at him. His eyes are already on you, a deep frown marred on his lips as his grip around your waist tightens.

“And why would that be?”

“Because,” you shrug, as if the answer was obvious. “Eventually both of us will have to take the Seven Wonders and one of us will win and the other won’t.” It’s clear the meaning behind your words; whoever doesn’t win, won’t be alive to physically lose. 

“I could just bring you back.”

You roll your eyes at Michael’s words; of course he thinks he’s going to win. The smug ass. You choose not to comment however on that and instead shift, in order to get a better look at him, licking your lips slowly. “If Cordelia knew that I was here, with you, and not visiting my mother like I said I was, she’d consider this an act of betrayal. Zoe’s already suspicious of us.”

Michael raises his hand, cupping your cheek gently; “is it so wrong that we are together?”

“To my sisters?” You quirk a brow, “yes.”

Michael frowns, but doesn’t say anything.

Inhaling deeply, you shake your head. “They might act chivalrous around you, Michael. But they don’t trust you, some might even hate you.”

“Do you hate me?”

“Of course not,” you say without hesitation, meeting his eyes. “You know I don’t.”

Michael leans forward, until his lips are inches from your own. “You know I love you.” You hum, nodding. “You know I would never let anything hurt you.” Once again you nod. Michael brushes back loose strands of your hair, tucking them behind your ear as he stares down at you softly; gaze filled with warmth. “You are my weakness.”

Grasping his hand, you furrow your brows; “Michael.”

“Who says we even have to take the Seven Wonders?”

“What... That--”

Michael moves his grip to your jaw, holding it firmly but gently, making sure your eyes are only on him and just him. “Forget your sisters and pledge your loyalty to me.”

You shift, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation has taken. Your grip slacks on Michael’s hand slightly, your eyes narrowing as you shake your head. “Michael, I--”

His words are firm. “Give yourself to me.”

“I can’t betray my sisters.”

“Would you betray me?”

Lips parting, you let his words sink. No. The answer is no. But the thought of betraying your sisters -- because something tells you this has lot more to do with just whoever becomes the next Supreme -- makes you feel sick. They were the first to accept you for who you are and give you a home. And when the thought of giving yourself wholly to Michael crossed your mind, Cordelia would appear in your mind. Or Zoe. And it suddenly just felt wrong.

But being with Michael felt so right.

Flickering your eyes back up to his own, Michael’s gaze is solely on your own. He keeps it there firmly, but his gaze is soft and warm and filled with love and you have no doubt in your mind that he truly does love you. So, would it be so bad? You loved Cordelia and Zoe and all your sisters, but... you loved Michael. And you wanted your life to spent with him.

“Okay.” Your voice is quiet, barely audible; a faint mumble.

“Y/N?” Michael prompts.

“Okay,” you repeat, this time louder, firmer. Biting your bottom lip, you squeeze his hand. “I’m yours.”

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[langdxn]

salvation part v: doomsday | outpost!michael x witch!reader

SUMMARY: The final confrontation between good and evil comes to its end. Will Michael survive?

WARNINGS: Angst. So. Much. Angst. Deaths, meddling with original timeline, a crying baby and a sneaky Xavier reference.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

A/N: Strap yourselves in guys and dolls, the finale is here! I’ve adored this story since day one and your support has meant the absolute world to me, thank you to every single person who’s read, liked, reblogged and commented over the last few weeks. I may write an epilogue sometime but this is the end... for now.

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

Michael stood frozen to the spot beside the birthing pool, staring intently at the space where his wife stood not seconds before.

His thoughts darted around frantically, trying to piece together what he had just witnessed. Desperately searching his memories for any hints over your years together, anything that could explain how you suddenly knew how to transmute.

She was a witch all along?

He shook his head aimlessly, dismissing his thoughts. He would’ve known, he must’ve known. He could sense every witch in the world, down to their last known location. You never once let on, in fact he never searched you for any suspicious activity because he had unquestionably trusted you ever since you first met. No spells could pass anywhere near him without his express knowledge, that’s just how his powers worked.

But you. You blocked everything. You placed a shield around you, an impenetrable curtain that kept out the Antichrist himself. There was only one explanation for you being able to subvert his powers.

You were more powerful than Michael Langdon. More powerful than the Alpha. More powerful than the Supreme. 

More powerful than Satan.

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Miriam mewled peacefully in your arms, wiping her closed eyes with her tiny balled fists. Michael would do the same thing each and every morning, particularly if his alarm summoning him to another mundane Cooperative meeting invaded his dreamscape.

You hardly had time to process her arrival, your guiding light in the darkness finally making an appearance after nine exhausting months. Your legs could barely carry you, your body aching in places you didn’t know existed, your head faint and fuzzy as you lost more blood in the last few minutes than you ever had before. 

Your transmutation landed you in another unknown room in the endless corridors of Hawthorne, no indication of how far you’d travelled or even if you’d reappeared in a safe location. You hadn’t exactly had time to practice your spells over the years, there were more pressing matters at hand - the end of the world, for instance.

Spinning around in the room bathed in ominous yellow candlelight, you spotted a cluster of precarious tall pillar candles, a dark armoire in one corner and a plush velvet king-sized bed in another; crisp and tidy as if it hadn’t been slept in. Unleashing a sigh of relief at the seemingly peaceful atmosphere here, a metallic scent scorched the back of your throat. You made your way across the room to search what you assumed was the en-suite bathroom, but your stilettos slipped ungracefully on something wet beneath your feet. Clutching onto Miriam tightly, you regained balance and your gaze shot to your feet.

A gratuitous pool of fresh blood rippled beneath your heels. Perching Miriam on your knee, you crouched to dip a finger in the crimson liquid and your eyes rolled into your skull to initiate a vision.

A blonde woman in extravagant dress entered the chamber, ushering a masked, cloaked figure behind her. The woman dropped to her knees, grappling at the figure’s clothing. The figure removed their black mask to reveal a man’s weary features.

Brock.

“I know all about you, Coco,” he commanded. Tears pricked at your tear ducts as realisation hit - the scene you were reliving was the culmination of Brock’s arrival at the Outpost, what brought him to his death mere moments ago.

“Oh my god, Brock! How the fuck did you get in here? What happened to your face?” The woman scowled, examining his features.

“Radioactive fallout, cancer, cannibal attacks, infections that never heal,” he anxiously revealed.

“Oh honey, there wasn’t a minute in a day I didn’t think about you,” she pleaded with faux innocence. Coco protested weakly, tentatively grabbing his boil-ridden hand.

“I’m so happy,” she lied. “You’re back. You’re alive... you’re so angry.”

Without a blink, Brock sank his knife directly into her forehead, snarling as blood gushed from the wound almost instantly. Coco collapsed on the floor as the blood loss claimed her life, her eyes fixed open as crimson poured down her porcelain face.

“Happy Halloween, bitch,” Brock smirked.

Miriam’s disturbed cries bolted you back into the room, initiated by what sounded like raised voices in the corridors beyond the bedroom. You shushed the baby gently, a familiar, brash voice filling the silence left behind.

“Die again, fuck face!” Coco snapped from outside the bedroom door. Again?

You stepped quietly toward the door, pressing an ear to the wood.

“Normally that’d work,” Michael seethed at her, “but I’m nothing like normal.”

Anguished yelps, obscene squelching sounds of ripping wounds and the snapping of bones indicated Michael had indeed extinguished more threats to his survival.

This is it, you warned yourself. Time to step up. You paced to the bed and wrapped Miriam in its luxurious velour throws, planting a gentle kiss on your daughter’s forehead.

“Mommy will be right back for you baby, I promise. I have to go help daddy and you really won’t want to see this,” you cooed reassuringly, trying your hardest to communicate to a minutes-old baby that crying in this situation could threaten the safety of the world as you knew it. 

Placing a tender kiss on her impossibly small forehead, you burst out of the bedroom and clicked the heavy door shut behind you. A muttered incantation and a waved hand assured you nobody could reach your baby in your absence.

———

You scanned the golden corridors pointing in every direction, desperately hoping for a sign to point you towards your husband.

Catching a glimpse of Michael’s black boots stalking around a corner ahead of you, you paced gently behind him and tucked yourself into a doorway.

“How did you think this would end?” Michael scoffed, standing his ground in a marble doorway. “Prophecy is inevitable.”

“I was always going to win, Miss Supreme.”

“Not on your own,” a female retorted. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled the entire way. By your father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs.”

“But I never expected to,” Michael sighed. “Like a cockroach, I knew you’d survive the nuclear fallout. I wanted you to. And now I’m gonna have the satisfaction of watching you die, knowing you failed.”

“You still don’t get it, do you? Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope. You will get to watch me die, but you won’t find it satisfying.”

A knife Michael clutched tightly suddenly floated away from him towards the Supreme.

“Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion, motherfucker.”

“Yes, I suppose we are, Cordelia,” you chimed.

The clacking of your stilettos shattered the silence between them as you took your place beside your husband, his jaw dropping as you entwined your fingers with his.

“Remember me, Ms Goode? Fourteen years ago, you begged me to come to Robichaux’s with you, hone my powers, discover my gifts, harness my talents... follow your lead.”

You cocked your head sarcastically, stepping forward to shield Michael in case the caped blonde lashed out at him in a last-ditch attempt.

“You knew I had potential even then. Your powers started to fade as soon as you stepped towards my house, you felt your dominance slipping through your fingers as soon as you laid eyes on me. The only reason you haven’t dropped dead already is because I refused to conform; to follow your lead; to shape myself into a perfect Cordelia carbon copy.”

Cordelia searched your face for answers, unable to comprehend a word. She was convinced she had won the battle and the war, as if the end of the world was as straightforward as good against evil. She stared at the dagger in her hand: helpless, powerless, alone.

“Go ahead, try it,” you tempted her. “See if sacrificing yourself will help your golden girl rise up. Don’t be surprised if it doesn’t work though, we both know tempus infinituum requires a potential Supreme to even make a half-assed attempt at it.”

“It would be a shame if the rising Supreme were... oh, I don’t know. Me?”

You raised a flat palm towards Cordelia, waggled your fingers in a facetious wave and a force compelled the Supreme to raise the knife in her hand, pointing to her chest.

“Ple-please, please don’t do this,” she wailed desperately as she stared at her hand moving without her consent, molten tears scorching her cheeks as the tip of the blade edged nearer her heart.

“Your sisters showed no mercy to Brock, Ms Mead, my husband. I don’t do mercy, Cordelia. I am the next Supreme.”

The blade slowly tore its way through her chest, a blood-curdling scream pouring from her ruby lips as she stumbled backwards, her eyes widening as she lost her footing and fell backwards to her death.

The shattering thud of Cordelia’s body hitting the bottom of the spiral staircase behind her commanded a stark silence. You gasped sharply as a bolt of energy burst through your chest, the bronze lights above you flickering wildly as they witnessed a transition of powers.

Michael’s boots clacked their way towards you and his arms snaked around your waist, turning you to face him as he leaned his forehead against yours. As his bloody fingertips gripped your hips reassuringly, an overwhelming relief tinged with amazement washed over his blood-splattered, exhausted face.

“Bitchin’ kill, babe. I call next.”

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[helaintoloki]

Season of the Witch | Michael Langdon

chapter ten: Rhiannon

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pairing: Michael Langdon x witch!reader

warnings: language, angst, violence, graphic descriptions, adult content, deception, toxic relationships, abuse, death, witchcraft, satanism and all that other good ahs stuff

notes: this chapter contains smut👺 

The return of Michael Langdon and Misty Day had led to the literal fall of Cordelia Goode, the reigning supreme collapsing in weakness as Michael rose to power. The alpha. The word made y/n nauseous, and she could not force herself to so much as look at him as she helped carry her mother to the nearest couch to rest.

“You’ve gotten so big,” Misty had cooed tearfully, hands cradling y/n’s face as she observed every change, every new detail and alteration her body had gone through. “I remember when you were just a little lily, and now you’re all grown.”

“I get that a lot,” y/n had laughed, tears falling down her face. It seemed as if her coven was growing, going through a Renaissance of power and strength and unity. But at what cost? “I’m so happy you’re back. We need you now more than ever.”

“Oh, honey,” Misty whispered, thumbs gently wiping away the young witch’s tears. “Whatever happens next, stay away from that boy.”

And now y/n sits at the bottom of the stairway, elbows resting on her thighs and chin held in the palms of her hands with Binx sleeping beside her as she listens to the White Witch serenade Misty, a gift to the girl who’d been through hell. Literally.

Cordelia and Madison had disappeared, leaving the girl to her own devices. Y/N could feel Michael staring at her from the top balcony, his hard gaze making her feel small and pathetic, her strength and independency shadowed by his raw power and intent. Her mind still could not wrap around the fact that her incantation had failed. Y/N had never failed in her life, not when it came to witchcraft. So why now?

“Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn’t you love to love her?” Stevie’s melodic voice echoes, and y/n silently hands her cat son to Myrtle as she rises from her seat and ascends up the stairs towards the cause of her misfortune and failure.

“Takes to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?”

“I thought you’d be happier for me,” his voice sounds, startling y/n. She turns to find him standing in the dimly lit hallway, a look of mock hurt on his face. “Especially since I still managed to pass the tests despite you trying to poison me.”

“You knew?” She asks, eyes wide and bewildered.

“You really are dumber than I thought,” Michael chuckles, stepping closer. She doesn’t feel herself begin to take steps back, not until her back hits the wall and they’re pressed chest to chest, Michael staring down at her with an intensity so great she has to look away. “But you are your mother’s daughter.”

“All your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind.”

“You’re horrible,” she whispers hoarsely, tears silently falling down her cheeks to her dismay. Michael only laughs, pulling her in closer by the chin to lick the salty drops away. And her breath hitches in her throat, body growing stiff and eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his hot tongue tainting her cool skin.

“I know,” he whispers back, nose brushing against her own. “It excites you, doesn’t it?”

“I’m not yours,” y/n murmurs weakly, affirmation lost on her tongue and in his ears. “I’m not like you.”

“You’re better?” He mocks.

“You don’t have to be this way,” she pleads, eyelids flitting open so she can gaze into his blue eyes, gaze into his soul. “The warlocks idolize you because they believe your rise to the top will bring the coven to its end. But it doesn’t have to be that way, you don’t have to follow the path they’ve made for you. I-I can help you, Michael. I want to love you.”

“Would you stay if she promised you heaven, will you ever win?”

“Love is for children,” he sneers, “I don’t need you.”

“But you want me?” Y/N whispers, and Michael falters. There’s a difference between need and want, a difference in yearning, longing. The ache you feel deep inside your chest at the thought of not being able to have something. It’s what he feels every time he looks at her, so pristine and pretty and powerful, overshadowed by the ranking of her mother.

“She is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness.”

And he wants her. He so desperately wants her by his side, not only as an ally but as a lover. Someone to turn to for comfort, for compassion, to sit upon his lap as they watch the world burn together. To have on his arm, to carry his legacy in her womb. Mind, body, and soul.

Yet he feels her resistance, her defiance in the face of authority. Her mind and soul are locked away tightly in a place he cannot easily reach. But her body is his, he can smell her arousal, and he dips down to press his lips against her own.

“She rules her life like a fine skylark and when the sky is starless.”

Her hands find his hair, eyes shutting as her fingers entangle themselves in his blond locks. They’re soft and smooth against her fingertips, a sharp contrast to his hot tongue shoving itself down her throat. Saliva coats their lips as they swap spit, hands desperately groping at each other for something to grasp, something to ground them in the moment before it can slip away.

“All your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind. Would stay if she promised you heaven, will you ever win?”

Y/N isn’t sure how she ends up in his bed, the door locked shut and the room bathed in candle light as Stevie’s voice becomes nothing but a distant echo. The candles should have been romantic, but instead it made the surroundings eerie and uncomfortable. His hands desperately groping her breasts and his teeth raking along her jaw are enough of a distraction though, and any and all rational thoughts she may hold are quickly tossed out the door.

“Michael,” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut as his wet lips trail down her neck to the exposed skin of her breasts. She watches with hooded eyes as his slender fingers diligently untie the front corset of her dress, exposing her naked breasts to his prying eyes. Michael lavishes her figure, illuminated by the soft candlelight. She looks angelic underneath him despite her sinfully puffy lips and perked nipples, and he can’t help but beam at the corruption he’s created within her. If only Cordelia could see her precious little daughter now, wet and wanting and ready for the new supreme, for the alpha.

The same slender fingers used to untie her corset are the same digits that dip into her panties and push past her slick folds. A small, breathless whine escapes her lips before she can stop it, and he gives her a chesire like grin.

“So desperate for your alpha, aren’t you?” He coos, fingers moving at a painfully slow and steady pace that has her writhing against the sheets.

“Michael,” she whispers, head thrown back against the pillows and eyes shut to hide her guilty pleasure. After the clunky, awkward kiss they’d shared just weeks ago, y/n never expected Michael to be so passionate, so experienced. What a nice surprise it was to learn he knew how to use his fingers.

The touch of the pads of his fingers against her interior is quickly taken away, but she has no time to protest as his cock is suddenly pushed past her panties and thrusted into her. Y/N lets out a strangled cry of discomfort, the feeling of being filled so unfamiliar and foreign to her body. But her pain seems to be Michael’s pleasure, and he begins to move without hesitation.

“Look at you,” he growls, one hand gripping at her thigh while the other wraps firmly around her neck to keep her in place as he slams into her with every harsh thrust. “So pathetic. So desperate for love and validation.”

“Please,” y/n whimpers, the pain evolving into pleasure. He fills her up so nicely, so fully. She can feel him everywhere, his tongue lapping at her breasts and his hands grasping at every part of her. He takes every part of her and she lets him. Without struggle, without hesitation.

“I can give you everything, fulfill every desire inside that wretched little mind of yours. Is that what you want? You want me to take care of you?” He coos, his words sweet and gentle despite how roughly he takes her. She’s so wet, and every word seems to make her gush onto his cock.

“Yes, please, yes,” y/n cries, hands grasping at the sleeves of his jacket. They’re sweaty and hot and fully clothed, but neither seemed to pay any mind. The feeling of their bodies connecting and souls intertwining was enough of a distraction.

She jolts at the faintest touch of his thumb against her clit, toes curling and thighs beginning to tremble at the stimulation. And he smiles maliciously, tickling her with feather light strokes in the place she needed him most.

“Michael,” she sobs, hips thrusting upward to meet his touch, to find some semblance of relief.

“Use your words, little lamb,” he coos mockingly, even slowing his strokes to punctuate his method of torture.

“Please, please.”

“Please what?” Michael asks, stilling completely and laughing at the pathetic whimpers that leave her lips.

“Touch me, please,” she begs, and cries in relief at the feeling of his thumb rubbing fast, hard circles into her clit.

“You will be mine,” he growls, pounding into her erratically. “Witches be damned.”

The talk of her sisters makes y/n shift uncomfortably, but the build up of his touch quickly yanks her away from any hesitation or discomfort. In a matter of seconds she’s pushed over the edge, a raw and guttural cry echoing through the room as her body trembles and spasms underneath him.

The way she clenches has Michael’s eyes rolling over black, a new surge of strength washing over him as his thrusts become erratic and uncoordinated, sloppy. Too dazed by her orgasm is y/n to take note of the way his eyes convert into bottomless black orbs, skin paling as dark veins outline his features. But the primal growl that leaves his lips as he comes is not human, and with his last full thrust the candles are blown out. And it’s just the two of them, breathless and sweaty and slick in each other’s bodily fluids as they recover in the dark.

“Mind, body,” Michael whispers with a shaky hand harshly grabbing her face by the cheeks, “and fucking soul.”

And she can only shut her eyes and escape to somewhere gentler, somewhere comforting to mask the first wave of guilt and regret that consumes her entire being.

She pictures somewhere domestic where sunlight shines through the curtains upon their naked figures, limbs and sheets entangled together so that they are one. The darkness is gone and he holds her in his arms, loving and protecting and caring like she desperately wishes for him to be.

He tells her he loves her, and for a moment y/n mistakes the vision as reality, a comforting illusion that soon comes crumbling down at reality’s brutal impact.

“Dreams unwind, love’s a state of mind.”

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[fangirltrash18]

Dreams for the Wicked and the Pure: Chapter 2

A/N- Thank you guys for all the positive feed back on chapter 1! I honestly was expecting it to get 0 attention so I am quite pleased at it’s response. I hope ya’ll enjoy chapter 2. I am starting a tags list for this series so if you’d like to be added, leave a comment or private message me. Also, I am taking requests so if you want to see anything specific drop by my ask box.

Pairing- Michael x reader

Summary- Y/N, a witch starts having dreams. Weird dreams. A mysterious man appears to her and helps show her who she really is and uncovers lies about her life that she never knew were there. Little does she know she’s meddling with something wicked.

Warnings- suggestive scenes

Chapter 1

You stared blankly at your plate, mindlessly tracing the symbol on your right palm under the tablecloth. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Cordelia’s voice tore  you  from your sleepy trance. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled weakly at her and nodded. 

“Are you sure? You haven’t even touched your eggs. Usually you’re the first one done with breakfast.” She sounded genuinely concerned which tugged at  your  heart. Your whole life, even as a young child, no one really gave a damn about you or  how you were doing. You were seen as a “freak” and a “mindless monster” thanks  to  your special gifts. You were tossed aside and left to be forgotten, at least until Cordelia took you in and welcomed you into the academy. You never knew what it was like to have motherly love until you met Cordelia. 

“I’m okay, just a little tired I suppose.” You said and took a bite of your toast. 

“Did you not sleep good last night?” She asked. You shrugged and wiped  stray crumbs from your mouth.

“Just had a bad  dream, nothing too serious.” Cordelia stood up and walked over to you. She set her hands  on your shoulders and placed a tender kiss on the top of your head. She often told you you were the daughter she never had, and it was moments like these that you really felt she meant it.

“I’m sorry about that. If you want, you can rest today and catch up on what you miss tomorrow.” She suggested. You considered her offer and nodded. 

“That sounds nice. If that’s okay, of course.” You looked up at her and saw her warm smile.

“Of course, rest is  important for a strong witch like you to be successful.” 

“Thank you Cordelia, I really appreciate it.” You stood up and picked up your  plate.

“Don’t worry about that, I got it. Just go upstairs and get comfortable.” She took the plate from your hand, somehow not noticing the mark on your hand. 

“Okay, thanks.” You smiled and turned to head upstairs. 

Once you were in your bedroom you changed into a  pair of shorts and a tank top and tucked  yourself  in between the sheets. You closed your eyes and let out a content sigh. Willing away any bad energies, you finally let your mind rest  and you soon fell into a deep sleep.

***

Warmth embraced you as  your foggy mind cleared. Soft silk sheets enveloped your body. You blinked awake and a heavy feeling of dread weighed heavy on your conscience. You were in a dark room, a small fire in a fire place as well as a few candles the only source of light. You were laying in a large bed adorned with blood red sheets and a black comforter. You flung your legs off the side of the bed and felt the coolness of the floor meet  your bare feet. A black night gown made of a thin velvety fabric hugged your curves.

“Welcome back sleepy head.”  A familiar voice spoke from a dim lighted corner of the room. You jumped to your feet and  faced Michael who was comfortably seated in a plush chair. A cunning smirk pulled at his lips as he took in  your stunned state.

“W-wha- How?” You stumbled  over your words, trying to  make sense of the situation. 

“You’re back.”  Michael said cooly.

“Yes, I can see that but where exactly is back?”

“Back where you belong, Y/N.” He stood up and walked over to the  crackling fire.

“What?” Your voice was shaky despite your efforts to keep your cool.  You couldn’t help it, you were frightened. 

“You’re seeing a small glimpse of your future, the world’s future.” He said as he stared into the blazing orange flames.  

“What does that mean though? How do I belong here? There is so much wreckage, destruction, death, is that’s what to come?” 

“Very good Y/N!” Michael turned to face you, his stunning features held a certain level of excitement that worried you. “You’re a smart little thing, aren’t you.” He sounded sarcastic which earned a dramatic eye roll from you.  

“You’re still not answering my question.” You deadpanned. Michael’s smile widened and he took a step closer to you. 

“Because Y/N, you’re going to be playing a large role in what’s to come.” His words shook you to your core, making you feel light headed. 

“N-no! I would never do that! I would never destroy the world, I would never murder innocent people in cold blood!” You cried and stumbled back into the wall. Michael slowly strided towards your shaking figure, stopping only a few  inches away. He lifted a hand and brought it up to your cheek, gently cupping your face  to make you look at him. 

“Oh but my dear, you will. You are going to rain hell fire on this pathetic world and smile while doing it.” His voice was soft and airy, sending chills down your spine.

“No.” You whimpered and closed your eyes as tears threatened to fall. You didn’t want to hear what was coming out of his mouth. You felt the warmth of a tear leak from the corner of your eyes and streak down your face. Michael’s thumb brushed it away as gently. 

“Don’t be sad, rejoice in the knowing that you were picked to rule, with me.” You looked up at him with teary eyes. 

“Picked?” You mumbled, disgust under-toning your voice.

“Indeed.” His hot breath fanned your face and he trailed his finger down your jaw line.

“By who?” He enveloped your hand in his and turned it around to expose the pentagram on your palm. You looked down and gasped slightly.

“The power you hold inside of you  is like no other, Y/N. You aren’t like your sisters, no, you’re much more powerful, much more dark.” He stared fiercely into your eyes as he spoke to you, tracing the symbol on your hand. 

“Impossible.” You whispered. 

“No, not impossible. Think about it Y/N, how do you think you even got here in the first place? I can tell you that was no good magic at work.” He stepped back, releasing his soft hold on your face and hand and began pacing in front of you. 

“Well, I can’t control what my mind comes up with! This isn’t even real, it’s all in my head. None of this is real, you’re not real.” You suddenly felt more in control and stronger. Michael chuckled darkly as he looked at you. 

“Tell yourself what you want, but you’ll realize soon enough that this is your destiny, that I’m your destiny.” You swallowed hard as he slowly approached you once more. “But when you do, I’ll be right here waiting.” He was so close to  you your noses were nearly touching. His fingers teasingly traced your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’ll see you soon Y/N.” 

Before  you could say anything, everything faded away in one fast swoop and you shot up in your bed, a hard loud pounding on your door startling you. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!” Cordelia’s voice called out to you. “And please unlock the door.” With a wave of your hand the lock clicked open and the door  swung open. 

“What’s going on?” You asked, sleep heavy in your voice. 

“Get packed quickly, the Warlocks have called an emergency council.” She opened the closet and pulled out your suit case. 

“Why?” You yawned, feeling a little flustered.

“I don’t know, but they said it was urgent. We leave for the get in an  hour so please get packed quickly.” She offered you a sympathetic smile before leaving your room, shutting the door behind her.

As you packed for the spontaneous trip, the recollection of your dreams haunted your mind. Maybe they were just that, dreams. But you couldn’t shake  the feeling that they were more than that. ‘It’s okay’ you thought as you zipped your bag. ‘maybe this change of scenery will be good for me and help get my mind off  of everything.’

Little did you know, things were only about to get worse.

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