I’m posting these in protest to the fan girls losing their shit over the “privacy” issue. Grow the fuck up. Cody is now a celebrity no matter how much you want to spin it. He isn’t going to become your best friend because you’re bullying and attacking those who choose to post the photos. You are only making yourselves look just as nutty as other fandoms’ fan nazis who take it upon themselves to police what other fans do. He’s a grown assed man and can take care of himself. He doesn’t need a bunch of thirsty fangirls to protect his honor nor his privacy. Also let’s be honest here. I know damned well every single one of these fangirls who are bitching about the photos are the same ones who have them saved on their computers, laptops, phone, etc. So let’s not even pretend you’re better than anyone else cuz you’re not.
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Okay, so I have this headcanon where the lost boys somehow meet or know Alucard from Castlevania. And for the longest time, I’ve been trying to figure out who would make a good Alucard, like who could truly capture his beauty? And I’ve come to a startling realization – It’s Cody Fern as Michael Langdon in AHS. He is the incarnation of Alucard. No I will not be accepting criticism.
Soooo. To make a long fucking story short, I shoved a whole bag of jellybeans up my ass. Nah nah jk. I’ve been gone because highschool is just repeatedly fucking me in the ass with a chainsaw. (I’m a senior and I am 18 don’t flip out). I’ve been on a 504 plan since eight grade (a 504 is something to help students with mental and physical disabilities in the school setting). And a teacher I have is just straight up not respecting it so that’s hella stressful. Not to mention my grade has dropped from an A with extra credit to a D+ because he refuses to give me work for classes I miss because of anxiety. So that’s why I’ve been gone. There is also other reasons that I’d simply rather not say. I might be more active soon, but it all depends on what happens. Just wanted to let y'all know I’m not dead.
YEET YEET LOVE YOU ALL Y'ALL ARE MY BIGGEST UwUS MWAHH
I don’t care if you think there are only two genders. I do care if you are bullying people who identify as otherwise. I do care if you are forcing your opinions on others. I do care if your constantly ranting about how there are only two genders.
A/n: O wow the elusive Kylie comes out from hiding, is it spring? I am so so so sorry I have been MIA. School, work, life and writer’s block.
This was a request I got a month or so back for a Duncan x reader romeo and juliet style. this is very long and very fluffy. I hope you enjoy!!
I will get back into the swing of things! Fear not, love you all.
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The Shepherds and the Underwoods were the most elite group of families in the Country. After several generations of war, the two parties decided to come together in union. The current reining families would marry off their children to each other. The Shepherds presented their son, Duncan while the Underwoods presented their daughter, Y/n. In one year’s time, the two were to be wed, ending the years of war between them.
Y/n was a young and beautiful girl, always adorned in the finest gowns, money could buy, at least that’s what her parents wanted for her. Despite what her family wanted, she was a simple girl. She spent her time wandering the forest and drawing things in nature that made her happy. Y/n was very found of music, taking up the piano, violin and the clarinet. Her talents were beyond the recognition she got for them. Most people didn’t know she was Perficient at multiple instruments and no one knew she could draw.
Duncan, an extremely handsome man was secretive and mysterious. He was a bit of a rebellious youngster. He would argue the system, causing difficulty for his parents. He had taken up poetry as a small hobby, of course, his parents would think it was something rather un-masculine. Instead of letting the world know of his hobby, he would take charge in organizing his family’s events and galas. Some of Duncan’s other hobbies consisted of playing the cello and painting portraits.
Both families were made up of extremely talented members. The Underwoods currently reigned in the region, while the Shepherds were Dukes and Duchesses of the highest order. It only made sense for them to come to a union. Their decision of a union came on the day of Y/n’s 21st birthday, when she truly became a woman. Duncan, who was a few years older was notified of the union on the same day.
“Mother, I don’t see why I have to wed the Underwood girl.” Duncan said, making notes for their upcoming gala, Y/n’s birthday to be exact. The kingdom was invited to the Underwood castle for Y/n’s 21st birthday, which was being held the weekend she turned of age. The day of her real birthday is when The Shepherds announced to their son of his new engagements. King and Queen Underwood along with Duke and Duchess Shepherd, had been discussing the union for quite sometime now. It wasn’t until now that they announced to their children that they were soon to wed.
“Duncan, watch your tongue. You should be honored to wed the princess for a union. She will be a good wife as you shall be a good husband.” Duchess Annette said to him, sipping her wine as she gazed out onto their balcony. They had a beautiful view of the Kingdom, the Underwood castle painted into the view.
“I barely know her mother. We barely interact, I haven’t seen her for quite sometime now anyway.” Duncan had rolled his eyes, undenounced to his mother. He continued to write out plans for the gala’s festivities.
“Oh, Duncan don’t be crass. It’s not uncommon for our kind to be arranged, but this arrangement to unify our two regions. This is crucial for the kingdom. You know how long our families have been at war, we are trying to be better than our ancestors.” Annette sighed and walked over to Duncan, her long garnet robe glided across the marble floor. She sets her wine down on the oak table and rests a hand on Duncan’s chair, leaning down to give a kiss to his cheek.
“Yes mother, I know, but do I not get a say?” He sets his pen down and turns to her, waiting intently. She smiles with a small chuckle.
“No, love you darling.” She picks up her wine once more, exiting the room. He leans back in his chair and roughly runs his hands through his hair, groaning in displeasure.
*
“Mother! You can’t be serious! The Shepherd boy?” Y/n threw her hands in the air, pacing the room as her mother sat at one of the thrones with her legs crossed and a bored expression on her face.
“Oh, please Y/n, this is no time for childish behavior, Duncan is a handsome boy, he will make a fine husband.” Claire said, shaking her head at her daughter.
“A fine husband? I don’t even know him! Who cares how handsome he is? What’s the point if I don’t even know him?” Y/n stomped throughout the room with anxiety.
“You are being ridiculous. This union has been in the works for quite some time now. Joining our regions is good for the kingdom. Our previous generations made the mistake of fighting with the Shepherds. This will prove beneficial to the trade market and war alliances.” Claire got up to stop her daughter’s pacing form. She grabbed her by her shoulder, making Y/n faced her.
“I just turned 21 Mother. Why can’t I just live my life?” Y/n asked her mother with defeat. Claire searched Y/n’s face until her eyes were at attention.
“Because, aside from the obvious Y/n? You are a princess and it is your duty to help better your kingdom.” Her mother’s advice gave no reassurance. Her head hung in defeat. As her mother let go, she made her way to the balcony, the beautiful forest a greenery painted her vision like a piece of art and off in the distance was the Shepherd Manor.
*
The eve of her birthday gala, Y/n sat in her boudoir being pampered by servants. She tried to shoo them away, insisting she could take care of herself.
“Milady, please let us serve you, not only is it your birthday gala, but it is what we are her for. To serve.” One of the girls said, smiling genuinely. The poor thing only knew the servant life. Y/n wished for nothing more, than to treat the girl herself, or at least give her the means to leave the servant life.
“Dahlia, please. You’ve done so much as it is, I don’t want to bother you.” Y/n looked at her reflection in sadness, before turning her gaze downward, suddenly more interested in her lap.
“It’s your birthday. We live to serve you princess, it is our purpose.” The girls excitedly prepared her for an evening of festivities. They painted her face, up did her hair and dressed her in the most exquisite gown.
She looked at herself in the floor length mirror. She was wearing deep ocean blue dress, strapless with a sweetheart neckline, attached to the back off the dress was a royal blue chiffon cape. Her hair was curled in a half up half down do with a small tiara, placed ever so precisely atop her head. Her eyes were dark like the night sky and her lips were as nude as her skin. Y/n stared at herself, so long that the girls asked if she was ok.
She didn’t recognize herself. She was simple. If it were up to her, she would wear a loose-fitting top and some comfortable pants. Her maids help escort her to the top of the stair case, in preparation to descend into the ballroom.
*
Duncan was casually sipping a strong liquor, waiting in boredom for the princess’s appearance. All of the subjects of the kingdom had mingled casually. Claire and her husband, and Annette and her husband, interacted to pass the time.
Two men stood at either side of the staircase, they blew their trumpets to acquire the attention of everyone in the ball room. Their conversations silenced. Bodies turned and eyes gazed up upon the staircase.
Another man appeared in the middle, dressed in a tailcoat and breeches.
“Presenting, her royal highness, Princess Y/n Underwood.” He bowed and moved to the side as the trumpets blew once more. Y/n appeared at the top of the stairs, audible awes bounced through the open air.
She began descending the stairs carefully, her head held high despite her current feelings. Duncan’s eyes were wide as he followed her every move down the steps. ‘Has she always been this beautiful?’ He thought to himself. She was absolutely gorgeous. He found himself speechless at the very sight of her.
She nodded and greeted everyone that came up to her, wishing her a happy birthday, what a great gala. She made her way to her parents and the Duke and Duchess.
“Y/n darling, don’t you look wonderful.” Annette smiled at her giving her hand a hold and a kiss to her cheek.
“Thank you, Duchess, that means a lot coming from you.” Y/n’s smile partially fake and partially real.
“Oh, please Y/n, no need for formalities I’m going to be like your second mother soon!” She exclaimed giddily. Y/n did her best to hide the grimace on her face.
“Speaking of Duncan, where is your son? I wanted to tell him what a marvelous job he’s done on the gala.” Claire said, bringing Annette’s attention to her.
“I thought I just saw him, he- “As if his ears were burning, Duncan appeared at his mother’s side.
“Hello, I’m sorry to keep you all. I was just checking on how things were going.” His deep voice right at Y/n’s ear, sending a shiver down the back of her neck. She kept her head down, not looking at him yet. Being in-tune to each other, Annette and Claire cleared their throats at their children in sync.
Y/n caught her mother’s correction, lifting her head to meet his eyes. Also understanding his mother’s minimal warning, he grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it.
“Princess.”
“My Lord.” They bowed and curtsied to each other before retreating quickly. The high families made their way to the head table. The Queen and Duchess seated in the middle, followed by the King and Duke and ending with Lord Duncan and Princess Y/n.
The subjects enjoyed their dine, before Queen Claire stood and clinked her glass several times alerting her company that she had something to say. The sound of metal clinking against the fine china plates was put to a stop as all the attention was now on her.
“My dear subjects, as you know we come together tonight to celebrate the 21st birthday of my daughter Y/n. Well, that is not the only reason we have gathered you all here tonight.” Y/n looked down, avoiding the looming gaze of hundreds of eyes on her.
“For quite some time, the Underwoods and the Shepherds have had a historical quarrel. Times have changed, in effort to better our country as well as the kingdom and to move forward with alliances, Lord Duncan Shepherd, son of Duke and Duchess Shepherd, is to wed my daughter, Princess Y/n.” Annette stood up with Claire, grabbing her hand and raising it in the air.
The subjects stood in applause and cheered. Y/n’s cheeks were pinched with a rose blush of embarrassment. The King and Duke stood as they ushered for the children to do the same.
*
Upbeat classical music played, thanks to the talents of a live orchestra. The subjects danced in an outlined circle, while Y/n and Duncan’s parents ‘forced’ them to take their first dance as a newly courting couple. Duncan grabbed her hand, a little roughly holding it up in the air, as they made their way to the center of circling couples.
He turned her to face him as they acknowledged each other. An opposite hand touched one another, walking in a circle. They faced once more, their hands clasped. His free hand to her waist and her free hand to his shoulder. They danced for quite some time before speaking.
“You look beautiful tonight.” Duncan’s deep voice caught her attention.
“Thank you, you did a wonderful job on the gala.” She offered a small smile.
“Thank you.” Silence overcame them once more. What was there to say? Hello future husband, let’s talk about stuff? As simple as that seemed, it wasn’t for either of them. When the song ended, they pulled away from each other. Offering each other a smile.
*
The party had ended and Y/n was keeping her distance from as many people as possible, especially Duncan. The servants had already started cleaning the ballroom as the Shepherds and Underwoods retired to a large sitting room. The parents were sitting at various lounge seats, sipping their wine. Duncan was standing at the balcony, drinking his liquor.
Y/n was in her room, removing her tiara and dress, finding something simpler to wear. She chose a soft grey dress, nothing to heavy or fancy. She made her way into the sitting room.
“Ah, there you are darling, we need to go over the arrangements.” Claire spoke up once Y/n entered the room. Y/n sighed and poured herself a drink.
“Duncan come here, obviously this involves you too.” Annette spoke up. Duncan’s grip on his glass tightened, letting out a sigh he makes his way to sit at one of the couches.
“Now, you two will be wed one year from now, until then you will court each other.” Claire said. “One month from now, Duncan will come to live with us. You two will be given your own wing in the castle, separate rooms of course.” She finished.
“Duncan, it will give you enough time to gather your things and for Y/n to have time to get adjusted to your arrangement.” Annette spoke.
“Do you two understand your duty to our country?” Claire spoke in all seriousness, the softness in her voice, gone and now stern.
“Yes, mother.” Y/n said quietly.
“Yes, your majesty.” Duncan says deeply.
“It’s settled then. We look forward to your residency Duncan.” Claire spoke
“Thank you, your majesty.” No one caught the bitterness, except Y/n. She knew he hated this just as much as her. Yet, she still felt a pang in her chest. Of hurt? Perhaps.
*
The Shepherds began entering their carriage, the royal family waiting respectfully outside the castle, bidding them good bye.
Y/n had gone to the stables for a late ride, in need of clearing her head. As she reached the long barn, she went to the stall that housed her black Friesian stallion, Allocer. She had spent time grooming him and braided his long mane. She threw her saddle on him and trotted him out of the barn before taking off at a gallop into the woods.
Allocer was one of the fastest horses in the land, he was an import from the Netherlands, he was her pride and joy. She clicked to him encouraging him faster. The trees flew past her as his heavy hooves thundered against the forest floor.
She didn’t realize she was crying until her salty tears stung the scratches on her face, whipped at her from the tree branches. She had eased him to a easy walk, patting his heavy shoulder. His thick breath was clouding up the air.
Why did she have to be condemned to a life of solitude? In many ways, she was much like the servant girl, a servant to her people, to her country. The Underwoods and Shepherds had been at war for many years. Why now was there need of a Union? Why was it expected of her to marry a man she doesn’t know? This burden should rest on the shoulders of her parents, for they were the King and Queen as she was just a Princess.
She took a longer trek home as she allowed Allocer to move at a steady walk, although, with his long stride he still managed to cover ground.
After she had put him away, she retired to her room. She laid in bed, thinking of what is to come.
*
It was the day that Duncan was to come live with them. Y/n paced throughout the castle with anxiety.
“He is here Y/n, settle down and come greet him.” Claire called from the front door. Y/n slowly made her way down the steps. Duncan had been welcomed in by Claire, who embraced him in a hug. His servants were bringing in his luggage, heading up to Y/n and Duncan’s wing.
“Hello Duncan.” Y/n smiled at him. He offered a small smile back.
“Hey.”
“Why don’t you show him to the room he will be staying in.” Claire gave a pointed look at Y/n.
“Right this way Duncan.” He followed closely at her side.
*
“This is your room, mine is just down the way.” Y/n all but mumbled.
“Thank you.” He bid her a goodnight and closed the door. Y/n stood just outside his door, staring, wondering, is this her life?
*
Day after day, it was the same routine. Breakfast, lunch dinner. Y/n and Duncan would sit awkwardly across from each other. Her mother and father would discuss the agenda for the day. Duncan and her hardly spoke to each other.
One week, two weeks, one month went by. Still, hardly any words were spoken. Y/n know nothing about Duncan and Duncan knew nothing about her. Until late one evening.
The day had been particularly difficult for Y/n, Duchess Shepherd and Queen Underwood bombarded Y/n with ideas on the wedding. What should the color scheme be? What flowers should they get? Question after question.
Y/n clenched her jaw, humming along never giving a real answer. Claire and Annette talked as if she wasn’t there. It was her wedding, but it couldn’t even be her wedding? It was all so overwhelming. She didn’t know or even talk with her fiancé. Neither of them made an effort.
Duchess Annette bid her son farewell and left. Duncan had retired in to his own room and Y/n’s parents left to their room as well.
Her jaw clenched and unclenched with every step up the staircase. Her eyes watered, blurring her line of sight. She made her way to her room, quietly. She shrugged off her dress, throwing on a flowy top and riding pants. As she exited her room, she rubbed her eyes of the tears that burned them and grabbed a cloak.
Duncan lay mindlessly on his bed, his balcony doors open wide, allowing for the cool evening breeze to kiss his skin tenderly. He is pulled from his thoughts as he hears a commotion down below. He gets up and makes his way to the balcony’s edge. He looks down seeing a large black steed running down the path into the woods, the princess atop him.
Duncan was curious, he didn’t know she could ride, he had never seen her ride before. He promised himself he would stay awake until she was to return. He wanted to know about the horse and her riding.
Allocer’s large hooves carried her fast along the path. Her eyes burned as fresh tears raced behind her. She slowed Allocer, hugging his large neck. She tangled her fingers in his long black mane.
“I wish we could just leave this place Allocer.” She patted his large neck, sitting up straight. She walked home slowly as she had done in the past, dreading the return.
She dismounted Allocer and walked him into the stable. She had put him away in his stall, when she heard a voice behind her.
“I didn’t know you could ride?” A deep voice spoke. She screamed and turned towards the voice, hand clutching her heart.
“You frightened me, what are you doing here?” She back up against the stall door.
“I could as you the same. Why are you out so late?” His blue eyes twinkled with wonder. She looked him up and down, her brows furrowed.
“I, I needed some air.” She locked the stall and walked towards the tack room, replacing the saddle and bridle in their spot. Duncan followed closely behind her.
“Are you ok? Is something wrong.”
“Why are you talking to me all of a sudden? You haven’t spoke this much to me before.” She questioned.
“I heard a commotion and looked out the balcony to see you riding into the woods.” He titled his head with curiosity. “I ride too, we could ride together sometime?” He waited patiently and nervous for her answer.
“I, that might be nice.” Y/n stared at him, confused. She turned and began to walk away. He trotted up next to her and held an arm out to her. She looked at it cautiously before she held the arm given to her.
He stopped at her door.
“Perhaps we could do something just the two of us tomorrow?” He looked at her with a new light. She was truly beautiful. She was rid of expense dresses, wearing her riding gear. He would never deny that he always thought she was beautiful.
“I would like that.” She smiled carefully at him.
*
The next day, Duncan had planned a picnic in the garden. Servants brought a picnic basket to them as they sat atop a soft blanket in the middle of the garden. Rose hedges surrounded them and shielded them from everyone else.
“So, I guess we should get to know each other?” Y/n asked as she took a bite of a strawberry.
“Might as, well right?” He countered. She hummed in response.
“Do you have any hobbies?” She started off.
“I do, a few actually. I play cello, paint and don’t tell anyone this but I write poetry.” A small blush crept up his cheeks.
“Poetry, really?” A small smirk played on her face.
“Hey now, don’t make fun. What about you?” He smiled at her.
“Well, I play a few instruments and I draw here and there.” She grabbed a piece of cheese and took a sip of her wine.
“What instruments do you play?” Duncan took a sip of wine as well.
“Piano, violin and clarinet.” Y/n smiled at him.
“That’s amazing.”
Their bond grew every day. Every day they found out more and more about each other. They always made plans to go outside and enjoy nature. One day she asked him to paint her and several hours later, there she was, her beautiful face painted onto a canvas.
She found herself drawing him in her spare time. His features prominent in her sketch book. She found that he was rather funny and entertaining. He wasn’t the stoic and boring person she thought he was He made her laugh more than anyone had before.
When Y/n came out of her shell, Duncan was quick to notice and he loved it. She was smart, beautiful and funny. She was such a strong person, she just needed time to shed those layers of insecurities and nervousness.
They adored each other more and more with each passing day. This didn’t go unnoticed by Claire of Annette.
“You know, your Duncan has really started taking a liking to Y/n.” Claire said with a genuine smile, taking a sip of her wine.
“I’ve noticed. Of course, he doesn’t say anything to me or my husband, but we’ve noticed. It makes me happy.” Annette graced a smile herself.
“I had felt bad for them initially, we never ask or want to be arranged, but in the end, we fall more in love with a person chosen for us rather than someone we find ourselves.” Claire said remorsefully.
“I agree, I was very skeptical when I was arranged to the Duke. After lots of time, we got to know each other and grow together.” Annette looked off into the distance.
*
Play “The Piano Duet” from Corpse Bride”
Annette and Claire made their way to the ballroom when hearing a beautiful sound echoing off the walls.
*
Y/n sat at the piano in the large ball room. She began to play a melancholy tune. Duncan creeped in, he sat next to her and smiled, she gave a smile back. He played a few tunes of his own. She eyed him playfully, her fingers danced along the keys once more.
They bounced off each other’s moment before joining together their fingers fought for dominance on the piano.
Annette and Claire’s warm expression aimed at their children, their hearts enlightened at the sight of the two playing together.
Nothing made the two mothers happier than to see their children grow closer and closer together. Duncan and the princess played until their fingers were tired. They smiled and laughed at each other as they played and played.
The sound of the keys echoed beautifully in the ballroom, it was as if they were playing in a music hall.
The two moms looked to each other before leaving their kids to themselves. When their song finally finished, Y/n sat there with her hands in her lap, smiling at the piano.
“You know, that was really fun, you’re really good.” Y/n looked at him with a glint in her eyes, something different. Duncan’s blue eyes never left hers.
“You, are incredibly beautiful. Your talent never ceases to amaze me.” Duncan smiled as he reached for her hand, holding it in his own. Y/ne looked to their hands, bringing her eyes back up to his.
*
Y/n saddled up Allocer while Duncan tacked up a white Andalusian mare Nyx. They galloped out of the stable and into the forest.
Duncan and Y/n raced the horses through the trees, fighting for first place. She laughed at him as she raced past him, the look on his face was priceless. He smirked as he urged the mare forward.
They slowed the horses to a stop.
“Ok, you win, your horse is very fast.” Duncan laughed, giving Nyx a heavy- handed pat on the neck. She shook her head as her long mane flipped back and forth.
“Allocer is one of the fastest horses I know, but Nyx is a very close second. They both mean the world to me.” Y/n smiled, leaning down to give Allocer a hug.
“I can see that, they are both beautiful animals. I am honored to be able to ride her.” His smile reached his eyes, warming Y/n’s heart.
“Come on, I want to show you something.” With that she took off at a gallop.
“Hey, wait!” Duncan urged Nyx to follow. They ran further and further until they came to a clearing. Y/n slowed Allocer to a stop. There was a wide-open view, they perched themselves at the top of the cliff looking out over the horizon.
The sunset was painted across the sky, pinks, oranges and purples. Y/n grinned widely as she saw Duncan’s eyes wide with fascination.
“It’s beautiful here.” He said immediately looking at her. He watched as the setting sun kissed her skin, shadows extenuating all the right features. She was beautiful.
“I know, I love to come here. It’s one of my favorite places to be.” Her face was soft with content as she closed her eyes enjoying the warm light on her face. She looked over to him, seeing all he could look at was her. His face was content, he was happy, at least that’s what she thought.
“You’re beautiful.” Her eyes searched his for any inclining he was lying, her trust not quite his. She smiled shyly.
“I think you’re just saying that.” She blushed.
“No, I mean it, honest. I’m happy to have you as my fiancé. You are beautiful inside and out.” He saw how tender she had been to the animals, they were obviously important to her. The care she put into her instruments, he saw it all. With a small nod at each other they rode back.
*
The pair grew closer and closer. Duncan dated her the way he wished he had the chance to in the beginning. After all that time together, they became best friends. They would take walks in the garden hands touching, but never holding.
One instance in the garden however, he had plucked a single rose and handed it to her with a bow. She blushed as she took it gently from his hand, sparks. The spark she felt deepened her blush. As they continued their walk their hands got closer and closer. He gently opened her hand waiting to see if he was going too far, she slowly clasped her hand around his.
Duncan’s smile grew, his heart was warm.
*
They never walked the garden without being hand in hand. She slowly began to rest her head on his arm as they walked side by side. She stops and he turns to her. Their eyes locked in each other’s gaze. Duncan leans in slow and cautious. She carefully stretches to meet him in a kiss, their first kiss.
*
On one of their rides Duncan and Y/n both said “I love you” at the same time, causing one another to blush and laugh.
*
They were found laying on the couch together, Y/n in his arms. She would often fall asleep on his chest, in which he would wrap his arms around her in a protective hold.
*
One night, late one night. Y/n sauntered her way into Duncan’s room. This was the night they made love. It was soft and gentle. Of course, their parents didn’t know. It was forbidden. They loved each other. Their naked bodies tangled in each other’s grasp. The heat radiated to one another.
*
“I want to take you somewhere.” Duncan said to Y/n.
“O, is that so.” She said to him playfully. They rode out on their horses. Y/n recognized the place instantly, it was her favorite spot, the spot she took him to all those months ago.
They dismounted their horses and looked out over the horizon.
“I can never get tired of this view.” Y/n sighed with content, looking at the colors she was so familiar with.
“Neither can I.” Duncan said knowingly. Y/n turns to him and gasps. Duncan is perched on one leg, a knew to the ground and a small black box in his hand.
“Duncan!” She exclaimed.
“I wanted to do this right. Y/n I loved you, more than anything. You have made happier than I have been in a long time. Y/n Underwood, will you continue to make me the happiest that I have ever been and be my wife?” There was a small plea in Duncan’s eyes.
“Of course, I will marry you, I love you Duncan!” He smiled largely as he slid the sliver band on her finger. He picked her up and swung her around as she laughed and held him close.
*
Duncan waited patiently at the altar. His nerves were starting to get the best of him. Almost half the kingdom had attended for this momentous occasion.
He is almost brought to tears as he sees his best friend walking down the aisle. Adorned in a beautiful white dress that accented her figure. The train followed several feet behind her.
As she met him face to face, she gave him the most genuine smile.
“Dearly beloved-“ The priest was tuned out for the both of them as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. The moment they came back to reality was when it was time to say I do.
“Do you Duncan Shepherd take Princess Y/n Underwood to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Duncan said.
“Do you Princess Y/n Underwood take Duncan Shepherd to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Y/n’s cheeks became sore with how wide she was smiling.
“They I know pronounce you, husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.” Duncan put a hand on Y/n’s waist and brought her into a deep kiss. The kingdom cheered for the newlyweds.
*
And so, the arranged marriage between Underwood and Shepherd ended the centuries long dispute. The kingdom was at peace, finally.
“We’re leaving. It’s time to get ready.” He kisses her gently on her lips before giving a quick kiss to her forehead. She throws her arms around him giving a tight hug. His scent trails into her nose as she presses deep into his jacket.
She goes to her closet and grabs a black and red pantsuit. She looks at herself in the mirror and stares. Her jaw tightens, a sudden wave of anxiety rolled through her. She hadn’t been outside since before the apocalypse, before the radiation, things would be so different. Michael comes behind her and wraps his arms around her waist reassuringly.
“Everything will be ok Y/n. I promise.” He rests his head on her shoulder, placing a kiss to her neck. She leans into him, looking at their reflection.
They adorned themselves in hazmat suits to protect them from the radiation. When they reached the surface, there was a horse drawn carriage waiting for them. The horses were clad in gas masks.
Michael and Y/n sat next to each other in the carriage, the anticipation was building. Michael’s arm wrapped around Y/n, bringing her closer to him. She laid her head on his shoulder as he held her tighter.
The carriage was blacked out so there was no view to the outside. They had come to a stop and the carriage doors opened. Michael stepped out and offered a hand to Y/n, helping her out. A tall spiraling building was barely in view due to the shroud of toxic fog.
A figure appeared out of the mist, making its way toward them.
Michael flipped open an I.D booklet.
“I’m here to see Ms. Venable.” He spoke in a deep and distorted voice, Y/n right behind him.
“Yes sir Mr. Langdon.” The figure said.
“Tend to the animals.” Michael waved a hand off as he walked ahead of everyone with Y/n trailing. He pauses for a moment, waiting for her to be right next to him.
They were escorted to a room after going through radiation precautionary measures. Michael walked around, observing the room as Y/n observed him. She was seated in a chair to the front the fire. The room was massive. There was a stone fireplace with two velvet chairs, a work desk with a leather chair and a rather large bed with satin sheets.
Y/n looked to fire as Michael brought his hand to glide up her arm and over the back of the chair. Goosebumps peppered her arms and the hairs on the back of her head stood straight up.
She turns her head to the side, looking at him in the corner of her eye. His hand rolled over her shoulder, gripping it with light pressure. He brought both hands to either shoulder, lowering his head to meet his lips at her ear.
“You know, we have some time before we need to present ourselves.” He kisses the shell of her ear, her eyes fall closed as she sighs in bliss. He brings a free hand to caress the underside of her throat, tilting her head up and to the side. He kisses from her ear, down her throat, nipping her soft skin along the way.
The hand that was placed on her shoulder moved down, wrapping around her waist and pulling her tight against the chair. He pulled her head back, kissing her on the lips. The hand roaming her body, reached into the waistband of her pants. His long slender fingers spread open her folds.
A soft moan escapes her lips as he dips a finger into her entrance, she gasps. Her back arches against the chair, he adds another finger. He pumps them into her with a steady pace.
“You’re so wet, just for me.” He growls huskily into her ear, giving it a nip. She bucks her hips, making his fingers reach deeper into her.
“Yes Michael, only for you.” Her voice is light as she gasps for air. He pumps harder, faster, his fingers curl into her core. She’s overcome with a wave of ecstasy as her climax rolls through her like sea storm. He feels her come over his long digits. He retracts his fingers, eliciting a whine from her sweet lips. Michael moves to face Y/n, making her watch as he dips his fingers into his mouth, sucking her crème off of them.
He pulls her out of the chair, forcing her to her knees. He looks down at her lustfully. She bats her big eyes at him as she begins to unbuckle his pants. She pulls down his dress pants and silk boxers to release his engorged member, hard from the previous activities.
She gives an experimental lick to the head of his cock, making him shutter in response. She runs her tongue along his full length. She wraps her swollen lips around his hard cock. His hand gently comes to tangle in her hair.
She bobs her head in rhythm. His grip in her hair tightens, making her moan on his cock. He groans as her speed picks up, its sloppy. Her drool runs down her chin and in between her breasts. His breath becomes ragged as he feels himself reaching closer to his release.
She grips his thighs tightly as she feels his cock twitch in her mouth, she knows he’s close. He chokes out a moan as he cums in her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, but she swallows every drop. She licks him clean before he offers a hand to help her up. He buckles his pants and wraps his arms around her.
“I love you Y/n.” He kisses her on the lips.
“I love you too Michael.”
*
They had their fun, now it was time to meet Ms. Venable. Michael and Y/n make their way into another room, she was waiting patiently for them. She gave them a simple nod.
“Wilhelmina Venable, I’m in charge here.”
“Of course, you are.” Michael said sarcastically.
“You don’t sound like you believe me.” She gave a tight smile, behind it was irritation.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Michael tilted his head at her. “Seems like you’ve done a wonderful job.” He stalks around the room as Y/n holds her stance by the door, adorned with a stern expression. “The walls are still standing, the people are alive and healthy, which is quite a feat, considering.”
“Considering?” Ms. Venable questioned. Y/n’s eyes bounced between Michael and Venable.
“That three more outposts have been overrun and the three remaining won’t last through the year.”
“Why are you here?” Her eyes narrowed at him.
“Because it’s only a matter of time before the same thing happens to you.” Y/n spoke up, standing tall. Michael looked at her with a smirk, while Ms. Venable looked at her with confusion. She pushed herself away from the door and made her way to Michael’s side.
“The good news is, there’s another facility. A sanctuary. This one is completely impregnable with enough stock to last a decade.” Michael eyes her like a predator would eye their prey.
“You’re here to take us there?” Ms. Venable allowed a small smile.
“Hmm, we’ve been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival.” Michael said.
“We could take all of you, or none of you.” Y/n spoke up again, causing Venable to give a quick glare.
“Those who make it live, and those who don’t? End up like my horses.” Michael’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, it was more of a Cheshire grin.
*
It was time for them to make their appearance. The Outpost 3 occupants were enjoying their ‘dinner’ when Y/n and Michael walked through the threshold, a grey on either side of them. All eyes were on them, silent and in awe of these two mysterious and beautiful creatures.
Michael moves to the front of the dining hall, giving Ms. Venable a blank stare, tilting his head as if to say, move. She meekly moves out of the way as Y/n and Michael stand in front of the fireplace facing everyone.
“My name is Langdon and this is O’Hara, we represent the Cooperative.” Michael voice captivated the attention of the occupants.
“I won’t sugar coat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. Our arrival here is crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth. The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo Texas have been overrun and destroyed. We have no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they too, have been eliminated.”
“There is hope.” Y/n’s melodic voice rung out through the large room, the echo dancing off the walls. “There is another facility with enough food and water to last over a decade, a sanctuary if you will. WE will be instrumental in choosing who will come with us.” Just as Michael had done, Y/n had captivated the attention of all the occupants.
“Those in sanctuary will play part in rebuilding this world.” Michael took over for Y/n, the eyes of everyone bouncing between the two of them.
“Like who?” Ms. Meade, the one who brought them inside the outpost said.
“Classified.” Michael waved her off.
“What if we don’t want to be interviewed?” a young man asked.
“Oh, you don’t have to.” Michael pulled a vial from his jacket, a vial of pills. Y/n’s eyes darted at them for a brief moment, before bringing her eyes back to the front of the room. “Stay here, if the radiation doesn’t get to you and hungry cannibals come knocking, pop one of these and you’ll be free of suffering.” His face darkened.
“The interview should only take a few days. We could take all of you, or none of you.” Michael says nonchalant.
“What is this the Hunger Games?” Y/n and Michael looked to a blonde girl with a snobbish face. It was safe to assume she grew up wealthy and had everything handed to her. She was entitled. They ignored her and looked amongst the crowd.
“We look forward to meeting each and every one of you.” Y/n smirked.
“I’ll go first.” Said a flamboyant man with some Elton john glasses. Michael’s head rolled in his direction.
“And so, you shall.” He spoke an octave lower. Michael placed his hand on Y/n’s lower back as they glided through the room, eyes on them the whole time.
*
They were waiting for Mr. Gallant, the man who volunteered to go first. Michael sat, bored at the desk. Y/n sat in a chair near the fire, casually reading a book. Mr. Gallant was brought to the room by Ms. Meade. He looks around and a splash of disappointment paints his face as he sees Y/n sitting down. He excitedly seats himself in front of Michael and waits for him to instigate the interview.
“I will tell you how this is going to work. If you lie, I will know, if you hedge, I will know and if you try to trick me, I will know. Something you think could help, can be a hinderance and something you think is completely useless, could be exactly what I am looking for. Are we clear?” Michael leaned forward and stroked his chin.
“Crystal.” Gallant nodded.
“What is your sexual orientation?” Michael tilts his head at him. Y/n’s eyes glance up from her book and raised an eyebrow at him. Michael gave her a quick look before returning back to Gallant.
“Well, I’m gay, but in high school I had sex with a girl, we both finished, I think. It’s harder to tell with girls, but I could do it for repopulation though.” He spoke eagerly.
“That won’t be necessary, we have means for impregnating, but we still need a woman’s womb to incubate the fetus.” Michael leaned back against the chair. Y/n looked at Michael again, this time his eyes never left Gallant. He pushes himself out of his chair and sits on his desk in front of Gallant staring at him.
“Are you gay? Or bi? Because I’m getting some major vibes.” Gallant looked Michael up and down like he was a meal. Y/n’s grip on the book tightened.
“Does the idea of that excite you?” Michael’s sensual voice made its way to Gallant’s ears, giving him a shiver. Michael paces around the chair, his hand trailing along the frame, barely touching Gallant.
“Yes.” Gallant nods as Michael faces him again. He stares for a minute, he then retreats back to his seat.
“Tell me about your anger. About your grandmother.” He folds his hands as a perch for his chin. “Don’t lie.”
“Ok, I hate her fucking guts.” Gallant talks about his past with his grandmother, how she wanted him to be the perfect gay. When his interview is over, Y/n snaps her book closed and crosses her arms and legs, giving a look to Michael.
“What the fuck was that?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at him. He looks at her lovingly and lustfully. He smirks, placing a hand on either side of the chair, trapping her.
“You know you are the only one for me, but it’s fun to make them squirm.” He kissed her on the lips as she rolls her eyes.
*
Each interview was annoying to say the least. However, the interview with Mallory, the grey was interesting. Michael poked and prodded her. She had screamed at him and he showed her his demon face. In turn, she yelled and the fire grew, throwing Michael on his ass. Y/n rushed to help him up as Mallory retreated.
Y/n helped prepare the bathroom for Michael’s ritual. He was asking his father for guidance. He thought he destroyed them all, Y/n wasn’t quite sure what he meant. Nothing surprised her anymore, she just went with everything. When he finished, Y/n got him cleaned up and helped clean the bathroom.
On Halloween, Venable thought she was so smart to come up with the poison apple plan. In reality, it was Michael’s idea. Every occupant was dead on the ground. Vomit everywhere. Ms. Venable and Ms. Meade stormed into the room where Y/n and Michael had taken occupancy. Venable had interrupted Michael who was making his ‘decisions’ on who would come to sanctuary. Venable tried to make Meade kill Michael, but to her surprise, Michael made Meade turn on her. With Venable dead and bloody on the ground, Michael had to console a confused Meade. She came to a recollection as Michael allowed her memories to fall back into place.
The night before, Y/n had a vision. She told Michael that he needed to burn a few of the occupants even though they died.
“Someone is coming for you Michael. There are witches here, more are coming and they are going to revive their sisters. You need to kill them before they can kill you.” She said to him. Her vision had shocked him, but he trusted her. Those witches needed to cease to exist. Michael didn’t bother changing, despite the blood splatter.
“You need to hurry Michael.” Y/n urged him as they quickly made their way downstairs. He stopped, just for a moment, sensing the witches coming. He trotted to the room of bodies and burned three. Coco, Dinah and Mallory.
They were gone.
“Where are my sister?” a voice spoke from behind them. Y/n and Michael turned to see three women, the witches.
“Gone, a life for a life. I suggest you leave now.” Michael moved Y/n behind him protectively.
“Leave? After everything you’ve done you think we are going to let you leave?” Her name was Cordelia, supreme to a coven of witches, a coven that Michael had destroyed undenounced to Y/n.
“It’s not a matter of you letting me, it will happen. I’m allowing you a way out, mercy if you will. Bow to your new lord and accepted your spot at the table as my subjects.” He stood proud with his hands behind his back. The witches snickered to each other and shook their heads at him.
“The only way we would sit at your table is if your head was the center piece.” Cordelia said, laughing at him. His confidence faltered a bit. “You are going to pay for what you’ve done.” She started chanting a spell, causing Ms. Meade to go haywire. Her head was spasming and obvious sounds of a machine malfunctioning could be heard. She exploded, sending Y/n and Michael flying of the side of the stairwell. Y/n chokes on air, trying to recover from the wind being knocked out of her. Michael rolls to his side holding Ms. Meade’s decapitated head in his hands. He gets up and stalks toward the culprits.
The witches had been thrown off balance as well. They pushed themselves off the floor as the younger one reached for the gun that was once Ms. Meade’s arm. She floods bullets into Michael’s body, sending him back with force.
“Go, I’ll hold him off.”
“Mallory is dead it’s not going to work.” Cordelia said.
“Delia, we have to try.” The one with the fiery hair pulled Cordelia to her feet as they scurried up the stairs.
‘My vision’ Y/n thought. She knew Michael wasn’t dead, but she had to do something, they were going to kill him.
Michael’s blood soaks back up into his body like a sponge. His eyes flutter open, while the young witch’s attention was directed at Y/n who was scurrying away. He flicked his wrist and her head burst off her shoulders like a balloon.
Y/n ran and grabbed the gun, running up the stairs with Michael right behind her. When they reached the room, the red head did her best to block them out. With a wave of his hand, Michael sent her flying.
“What are you going to do, huh? Just a distraught little boy, lost.” She said, pushing herself up with her palms.
“We’ll worry about that.” Y/n said, emptying the gun’s bullets into her body. Michael set her on fire, burning her soul to nothing. Y/n looked at him and nodded as he went for the tub. The thought these witches had was to use an old spell that had never worked before. They planned to go back in time and kill Michael, stopping the apocalypse. Being in water was the a portal or a catalyst for the spell.
Michael touched the water and was pulled in, like someone being caught in an undertow. Cordelia had just got into the water, not reaching her time jump yet. The tub was not a tub anymore. It was a deep murky abyss. He searched shortly through the blackened water for the witch, finding her rather quickly. She got a glimpse of him, despite the poor vision, she swam away like her life depended on it.
Michael cut through the water as fast as he could, he was like a torpedo, plunging through the water as if it were air. He grabbed hold of her dress yanking her back. They were suspended in the moment, his arm wrapped around her throat, while the other transmutated a knife into it. She used all the force she could to elbow him in the gut, which he was able to shift away from. When she missed her shot, she through her head back, cracking Michael in the nose. His grip on her lessened as she squirmed out of his grasp.
It was a never-ending battle, or at least, that’s how it felt. There was no sense of time in the water. It was a constant push and pull between the two. Cordelia swam towards a light that seemed to always move further and further away. With Michael hot on her tail, she tried with what little strength she had left to reach the light. Her fingertips couldn’t even graze the light as Michael yanked her back once more, sinking the blade into her heart.
Her blood floated out of her, if it was possible for them to smell under water, Michael could’ve smelled the sharp sense of iron that christened the water. The water pushed away from them as an air pocket formed. Michael burned her, her soul gone, like the soul she stole from Meade.
The water bubbled around him like a hyper speed jump. Before he knew it, he was gasping for air as Y/n yanked him out of the tub. She dragged him onto the floor and rolled him onto his side as he coughed up water. When his breathing settled, he turned to lay flat on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, blinking in disbelief. Y/n laid gently on his chest wrapping her arms around him.
“You’re ok.” She said, though, it wasn’t a question. He lips came together, he swallowed as he nodded slowly. He placed a hand on her back as he sat up. He cupped her face in his hands and looked at her with tired eyes.
“It’s over now.” He placed his forehead on hers. His damp hair, in individual bunches, clinging to his face. His soaked clothes as wet hers, but she didn’t care. He was safe, they were safe. It was all over now.
*
The apocalypse was over. The world had started over, it was purged. Perhaps unnecessarily, but purged nonetheless.
Y/n and Michael now had a gothic mansion in Salem, Massachusetts. They started a new life. Their little mansion was painted in perfect contrast to the overcast weather and the greenery that surrounded them all year long.
Michael had married Y/n shortly after the wave of apocalypse had lifted. They had the perfect little home, with their perfect children.
Michael was worried when Y/n became pregnant, worried that she would face the same fate as his mother, but she was strong. Michael was overfilled with joy when their daughter Raven Langdon was born. Some short years later, Y/n became pregnant once again, showing how strong she truly was. Damon Langdon was born.
Raven looked liker her mom and Damon looked like his dad. They were a happy, creepy little family and they wouldn’t change it for the world.
Be sure to check out my series Snakes. Snakes Ch.4 didn’t show up on the Michael x reader tag, so be sure to check it out. It has a very fluffy ending for our dear Michael.
“can i request a fic where Michael goes to see psychiatrist!reader because he wants to be better and stop his murdering urges and the as the sessions progress, he starts to fall in love with the reader?”
Being that I am obsessed with Harley Quinn (OG not suicide squad) I wanted to incorporate that in!
Dr. Y/n Quinzel was the best psychiatrist out there. She worked in the infamous asylum Briarcliff Mental Institution. There was a lot of controversy with this institute. Several years before Y/n started her practice, there was brutal experimenting on the patients.
They never shut down the asylum after the discovery of all the accidents, but they purged all the old employees. Lana Winters had written a book on her experience at Briarcliff and the traumatic things that had occurred.
Y/n was not like your typical psychiatrist. She would give her patients small doses of degradation and praise. This method had seemed to work. Most of her patients made total 180* turns. She treated murderers, sociopaths, psychopaths and more.
Summer had ended in Massachusetts and fall was approaching, it was one of Y/n’s favorite times of the year. The leaves had fallen, decorating the cobblestone. Her walk consisted of crunching leaves in her path. The dark grey walkways were painted in red and orange. The grass was a bright green in perfect contrast.
She pulled her black petticoat a little bit snugger as the autumn breeze snuck in her clothes giving a skeleton touch to her spine. Employees had to park outside of the compound. She waited at the tall iron gate, buzzing herself a ride. The gates opened as a security guard came to pick her up in a large white golf cart.
“Morning Dr. Quinzel.” The security guard gave her a nod.
“Good morning Frankie.” She smiled at him. All of the workers loved Y/n. She respected everyone who worked at Briarcliff. From the doctors, the guards, the janitors, the chefs, the secretaries. In turn everyone loved her. She was always so kind and thoughtful.
Her leather heels clicked against the concrete floor as she made her way to the main offices. She placed her petticoat on the hanger and replaced it with her white doctor’s coat. A quick glimpse of her outfit would show a black and white checkered blouse the ruffled slightly at her chest. She buttoned up the coat covering her outfit.
She took her keys and unlocked her office, which was in the same room as some other doctor offices and secretary cubicles. She placed her purse in a locked drawer, bringing out her laptop and glasses. Her red and black stiletto nails clicked away at the computer keys, imputing some charting notes of previous patients, solidifying their files. Lost in her typing, she didn’t notice one of the secretaries at her door. The woman knocked on the door a bit louder.
“Dr. Quinzel?” Y/n looked up from her computer finally seeing her.
“Oh, I’m sorry Nancy. What can I do for you?” She quickly saved her charts before giving her full attention to Nancy.
“Well, we have a new patient for you.” Nancy walked in with a large file in her arms.
“Is that so?” She scoots the chair closer and moves her laptop enough to lay out the file out.
“Yes, he is a transfer from California. Young and pretty intense story.” Y/n looked at Nancy above her glasses.
“Any more intense than what we have already dealt with?” She questioned. She opens up the file to see a young man’s picture at the top right of the page.
Michael Langdon.
“As you’ll see from the file, he has a tragic childhood that could possibly stemmed the aggression. When he was a baby, his mother died in child birth and his father committed suicide from losing his wife.”
“Shit.” Y/n interrupted.
“The grandmother took full responsibility for him. When he was three, he started to show sadistic behavior. He was killing animals, the grandmother buried them in hopes to cover up what he was doing, she would plant roses over the animals she buried. When he was five, he managed to kill his babysitter, I don’t know either.” Y/n gave her a skeptical look. “When he was seven he killed an old priest, his grandmother thought he was dealing with demons or something.
When he was ten, he made several threatening attempts at his grandmother. When he was thirteen, his grandmother killed herself, probably to escape the guilt. He was alone for a small time before he was sought out by some Satanists, I’m not kidding. They made him kill a young girl as some cultic ritual. One of the Satanists took him in as a teenager.
She raised him, but the murders didn’t stop with a mother figure.” Y/n took off her glasses and leaned back in the chair listening intently to Nancy. “He killed a man in a butcher shop for making comments at the woman. He denied killing the butcher, when brought for questioning, he killed two officers and made an escape. Let’s see there are close to ten counts of arson related murder, he murdered an all-girls school, he killed several women and um,” Nancy chuckled for a moment shaking her head.
“What?” Y/n’s brows furrow.
“He thinks he’s the antichrist.” Nancy brings her lips in a tight line and nods.
“Wow.” Y/n breathes out. She takes a deep inhale before blowing it out. She combs her hands over her forehead and around her scalp. “Well, ok then. How long has he been here?” Y/n adjusted herself in the chair and sat up.
“He got in yesterday, but since it was Sunday, your day off, we figured we would let him get adjusted. You have a session with him at 10:00. They will be close to finishing food soon.” Nancy made her way to the door.
“Thank you, Nancy.” Y/n’s eyes look back down to the file, scanning it with her eyes.
“The scariest thing, he turned himself in.” Nancy nodded at her and made her way out, closing the door. Y/n looked up at where she used to be. She slammed the file shut momentarily so she could finish her charting.
About an hour later Y/n finished the charting and packed up her laptop. She looked at the time, it was coming close to her first session with Michael. She tried to wrap her head around the whole situation. Everything about his history, but he turns himself in? This was definitely different from any other situation she’s encountered.
She gathered a fresh notepad and clipboard along with his file. She made her way out of her office and out of the main office.
“Good luck Quinn.” Y/n waved absentmindedly to Nancy. Her heels clicked against the concrete, echoing off the solid walls. She entered the elevator of the main level and took it down. She passed by some nurses clad in light scrubs, some pushed patients around while others walked to other destinations.
She scanned her I.D card into the slot of the session room.
“Hello Dr. Quinzel.” There was a security guard for checking people in.
“Hi Larry.” Y/n signed a clipboard, with her name, time and business. It was a crucial procedure, to ensure there were no accidents. Larry buzzed her in and the door unlocked. There was a boy sitting at a table, his head hung low. Long waves of gold hung in front of his face. He had shackles on his hands and around his ankles, they all had chains that attached to his waist.
At the sound of the door opening, his head slowly went up, his eyes went wide at the sight of her. She was used to it though, she knew she was beautiful. A lot of the crazies that came in acted like they never saw a woman before. With her abrasive personality to their dog like behavior, their attraction usually went away quickly and they could proceed with their sessions.
“Hello Mr. Langdon, my name is Dr. Quinzel. I will be you psychiatrist.” She raised an eyebrow at him, giving his stunned appearance. She looked down at her notepad, her eyelashes touching the lenses of her glasses. She jotted down a few notes paying him no mind.
“You can call me Michael.” She stops writing and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. His icy blue eyes sparkled with intent.
“I’m don’t allow my patients to be on a first name basis. You will refer to me as Dr. Quinzel and I will refer to you as Mr. Langdon. Is that understood?” her voice was stern, and attractive in his eyes. His lips jutted out in a pout, while his eyes made him look like a kicked puppy.
“So, Mr. Langdon, I was informed that you had turned yourself into an institution, which got you transferred to our humble abode. What brings you here?” Her eyes locked with his. He held her gaze, as a shaky breath escaped him.
“Yes, I uh, I want to stop murdering. It hurts.” His voice was as smooth as butter. She writes down his words, along with her own notes.
“You have a rather, lengthy track record. What made you choose to stop now?”
“Well, it’s lonely. The only voice I hear is, my father’s.” He begins carefully.
“Your father?” Y/n asks. His plush lips press together.
“Yes, my father.”
“You hear your father’s voice? Who is your father?” His eyes go wide, he’s panicky. She is quick to notice how he fidgets with his hands, how his fingers tangle.
“You’ll just laugh or, or think I’m a freak.” He looks at his hands.
“Try me.” Those icy orbs lock with hers once more.
“My father, is Satan.” He looks up at her, waiting for a response a gasp or maybe, just maybe a hail Satan?
“Ok.” His eyes squint and brows knot together in confusion. “Let me just put this out there, nothing you say is going to shock me, nothing you have done, is going to shock me. I am here to help you, help that you willingly want. Let’s get past this and our conversations from here on out, okay?” She waits patiently, he finally nods in acceptance, obedience?
“How would you describe your mood? Your current mood.”
“My mood?”
“Yes, moods come and go like the weather. Some of us are moodier than others or pick up someone else’s mood like a cold. In your case, what makes you feel anxious? Is your mood a roller coaster, or is it pretty steady? What brings you down or makes you upset? What gets you out of a bad mood? Do you use drugs, alcohol, money, sex or anything else?”
“I, feel empty a lot. Lonely, but I get angry. Anger is usually what I’m feeling when I killed people. I never used, sex or drugs or anything like that. I mean, I was a kid when this started.” She scribbled everything he was saying.
“Can you tell me more about when you were a kid?” He stared blankly at her for a moment. He stood up, the chains clanking with every movement.
“Can I ask you something, Dr. Quinzel?” He walked around the room, she saw he was attached to the wall. He walked as close to her as he could until the chain went taught. She held a firm gaze, she wasn’t scared. Patients have tried to attack her, it came with the job.
“This isn’t about me.” She held her pen down.
“Humor me.” He stood a few feet in front of her.
“Maybe in another session, Mr. Langdon.” His jaw clenched with embarrassment, as he took a seat once more. Their session continued with a few more typical start-up questions, that really didn’t go anywhere.
“Have a good day Mr. Langdon, I will see you tomorrow for our next session.” She gathered her things and signaled for Larry to open the door.
“You too, Y/n.” He called out, she stopped with wide eyes, not turning to acknowledge him, she left the room. She didn’t tell him her name, so how did he know?
“Larry, did you give him my first name?” Y/n asked as she signed the ‘out’ sheet.
“What? No not at all Dr. Quinzel.” She nodded at him, leaving the room.
It had puzzled her all day. She had asked a few people she thought may have talked to him, but no one talked to him and a lot of the employees didn’t even know her first name. She finished out her day with a few more patient sessions before retiring to her office for some charting.
“What did you think?” Y/n looked up from her laptop to see Nancy, dressed ready to leave. Y/n glanced at the clock on her laptop and noticed it was later than she thought.
“He knew my name, like my first name.” She stopped typing and looked at Nancy.
“Your first name? How the hell did he get that?” Nancy walked into her office.
“I don’t know. I asked around, some of our employees don’t even know my first name. He’s odd for sure, he’s going to be an interesting patient.”
Y/n found herself in the session room once more with Michael Langdon. They had gone about their session with some more intro questions. Y/n’s guard was up even more than the day before.
She was writing down on her notepad when he interrupted her thoughts.
“My father told me your name. I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to be on a first name basis. That was wrong of me to do.” She stopped writing and looked up at him. Her eyes wondered his features, trying to look for any indication that he wasn’t being honest. From what she could see though, he was.
“That was very kind of you to apologize, I ask that you respect our doctor/patient dynamic please.” She searched his eyes and found nothing, he nodded in agreement.
“I have a hard time judging situations. I typically want to be in control of them, this is new for me.”
“I understand.” She nodded at him. Y/n asked more questions about his childhood. About his father.
“Yesterday, you told me your father is Satan, but your file says your father committed suicide?”
“That wasn’t my father. He was my mother’s husband, but not my biological father.”
“So, your biological father, is Satan.” He nodded. “Do you feel bad for the things you have done? Remorse?”
“I don’t feel bad, I, I guess I do, but everything has to happen for a reason. I feel like it was meant to shape me and teach me.”
“If it was meant to teach you, why do we end up here?”
“I don’t know, honestly, I thought it was the right thing to do.”
“You think it, but do you believe it?” He didn’t speak for a moment. He pondered her question.
“I don’t know.”
*
“Hey Billie, do you remember that house you were telling me about?” Y/n poured herself a glass of wine. She walked out onto her balcony, an oversized sweater and long knee-high socks provided her enough warmth to fight the cool autumn night.
“Yeah, Murder house, a hell of a time.” She sat on a lounge chair enjoying the view from her apartment.
“You said there was evil there right?”
“Yeah, it was bad Y/n. The whole house was evil, it consumed everyone who lived there.” Y/n paused.
“Would you go as far to say, demons, Satan perhaps?” It had been over a week since she first started having sessions with Michael.
“I would. It was a dark place, so many lost souls. It was bad. I felt so much darkness and pain.”
“Hmm.”
“Why do you ask? Is everything ok?”
“I may need help with a patient.”
“What’s wrong.”
“One of my patients thinks his father is Satan, that he is the antichrist.” There was nothing on the other line. Y/n waited for Billie to say something as she took a sip of her dark wine.
“Y/n, is your patient Michael?” Y/n’s jaw clenched.
“I can’t answer that, with HIPPA and all. If I have you come in as a consultant you can know the information.”
“I can be there as soon as next week.” Y/n didn’t know if her sigh was relief or not.
“Thanks Billie, I’ll make a note about it. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime Y/n.”
When she hung up the phone, she grabbed a cigarette from her silver holder and lite it, taking a drag.
*
“How are you doing today Mr. Langdon?”
“Whose Billie?” Her eyes widened looking at him. His face was paler, there were bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t been sleeping. “Don’t lie to me.”
“She’s, a friend. She will be coming to see you next week.”
“What if I don’t want to see her?” A stray lock of hair fell in one of his eyes.
“I would have to may a not that you are not being compliant.”
“I’ll see her and be compliant under one condition.” He reached his hands out onto the table as far as the chains would let him.
“You aren’t in a position to bargain.”
“All I want is for you to call me Michael.” She stared at him, longer than she should’ve. She chewed on her lip in contemplation.
“Fine, Michael, Billie will come next week to see you, ok?” She said against her better judgment. He smiled like a kid who opened the gift they had been wanting on Christmas. He nodded eagerly.
His infatuation for her grew with each session. He opened up to her more and more as they days leading to Billie’s visit drew near. He would smile and speak with real emotion. She felt like she was making progress, it wasn’t the sessions per say, it was her. He wanted her and he would have her.
She recognized his attractiveness, as a medical professional and someone who dealt with mental illness, she found it easy to disassociate.
It was Saturday when Billie arrived at Y/n’s apartment. She poured her a glass of wine as the two of them sat on the balcony, smoking their cigarettes.
“How are things coming along?” Billie asked taking a drag.
“Coming I guess, I think I’m making progress with him, at least I hope so.” Y/n took a sip of her wine.
“If this is Michael, you need to be very careful Y/n. He is dangerous.” Billie gave her a concerned look.
*
“Where were you?” Michael asked, his bags had returned.
“It was the weekend Michael; our sessions are Monday through Friday.” She felt a sliver of concern for him.
“I missed our sessions, you help me sleep at night. The voices are quiet after our sessions.” The brokenness in his voice pained her. She had to remember what Billie said. His eyes look to the second chair next to Y/n. “She’s, here isn’t she?”
“Yes, but we are just going to talk like normal, you don’t have to talk to Billie if you don’t want to.” Y/n waved to Larry and he buzzed the door, allowing Billie to enter.
“Hello Michael.” She smiled tightly at him. He gave her a once over, following her as she took a seat next to Y/n. Billie immediately felt uncomfortable as soon as she walked in. She sensed his energy, she felt his emotions. There were so many, it was overwhelming.
“Hello.”
“We are just going to have a normal session ok Michael?” Y/n asked carefully.
“I don’t want her to take you away from me.” Y/n and Billie exchanged looks.
“I’m your psychiatrist Michael, she won’t take me away from you.” Y/n reassured him.
After the session with Billie, she pulled Y/n aside.
“There is a cloud of darkness over him. It feels like he wants to rid himself of the cloud, but quite literally speaking, he is having an internal warfare. It’s like having a devil and angel on your shoulder. You need to be careful Y/n.”
“Billie, is he actually the son of Satan?” Billie nodded. Y/n took a deep breath, Billie had helped her with patients before, but nothing this supernatural.
“I don’t know what to do Billie.”
“Keep him talking, he didn’t like me there, but he likes you. It seems like he will do well if you can keep working with him.
“Thank you, ok.”
*
Y/n found over time, their sessions went longer, she was more engaging, not just as a doctor, but as a friend. From what Michael had told her and what Billie told her, Michael never had a friend. It was always people that used him for their best interest.
One day, Michael was sitting in his room and a food tray came through the slot. It was French toast with a note.
‘heard these were your favorite.
Quinn’
Michael smiled, genuinely smiled. At their next session, him and Y/n talked more about her, she offered up some information but nothing too personal. She felt herself growing more and more comfortable with him, maybe too much.
She found herself always thinking about him, even on her days off, she thought about him when she was home, on her way to work, in her office. Michael could sense it. She had been in sessions with him for a few months now. Every Friday, she made sure he had French toast for breakfast, almost a sorry for her weekend.
He was allowed to be out of his chains on good behavior. Their first session without the restraints there was a guard in the room. He was careful about what he said in front of the guard. He was on his best behavior. After a week or so, Y/n insisted the guard leave them, reluctantly, he did.
“Can I tell you something?” Michael asked her. They were closer in distance than any time before.
“Of course, you can Michael.” She smiled at him.
“I really like you.” Her jaw clenched. She knew how much courage that must have taken. She didn’t want to shoot him down, but she didn’t want to encourage this kind of behavior.
“I’m glad you like me Michael, I guess that means I’m a good Doctor huh?” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Her heart almost broke at the look of defeat.
“I, like, like you.” Her eyes closed momentarily, calculating her next move.
“You can’t Michael, you are my patient. I am here to help you.” She said carefully, not to trigger him. He didn’t say anything. He remained silent, their entire session until she gave up and left.
She sat in her office, thinking and not working. She found herself looking over his file. He was bad. She never had feelings for a patient, she didn’t even think she had real feelings. She had to nip this in the butt. It was puppy love, that he had for her.
“Hey, are you staying?” Y/n snapped out of her daze to see Nancy standing at her door.
“Oh, yeah, I have to finish my charting, I’ve been off today.” She said turning on her laptop.
“Ok, well be careful.”
“Thanks Nancy.” The lights in the main office were off, just a small light illuminated Y/n’s office. She went back and forth from charting and searching Murder House. It was hard to find the information she was looking for.
Her attention went to the main office when she heard a door open.
“Hello?” Nothing. She gave a quick glance before she continued typing. She felt a sudden chill in the air. She looked up to see a dark figure entering her office. Her breath hitched as she reached for her gun hiding in her desk.
“Shh, it’s just me Y/n.” A husky voice speaks.
“Larry? What are you doing here?”
“I was hoping you would be here alone.” He made his way around her desk to stand by her staring down.
“What the hell are you doing?” He runs his fingers over her bare arm, absent of her doctor coat.
“Its not fair you get to walk around acting like you run the place with your skimpy clothes.” He grabs her arm in a bruising grip.
“What the fuck Larry let me go!” She thrashed and screamed at him.
“You know I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He grabs her throat and crushes her lips with his rough ones. She brings her free hand to shove his chest, he doesn’t budge. She isn’t the strongest person in the world, but it doesn’t make things easier that he’s a security guard.
“Get off!” She kicks at him, aiming for his junk and missing. He slaps her in the face, the sting of his palm biting her cheek. He brings his baton to the back of her neck. Her vision goes blurry as he slams her into the desk. He hikes her skirt up and rips her panties off.
Girls always here horror stories, but they are no longer stories when it happens to you. Her vision was cloudy, her head was spinning and defeated tears ran down her face as he raped her. He raped her in her own office. She whimpered as he fucked her. It and stung, everywhere hurt.
He buckled his pants; the sound of her sniffling was the only thing that could be heard.
“Don’t even think about calling out tomorrow.” He grabs her chin and kisses her lips hard as he leaves her, a mess.
She goes home, silent her entire drive, numb. When she crawls weekly in her bed, she cries herself to sleep.
*
No one noticed that she was off. She knew she couldn’t say anything. Who knows what he was capable of. Could he have followed her home?
Before she entered the actual session room, Michael sensed that she was off. She was not dressed like her normal self. She wore a long sleeve, pants and slip on shoes. Signing in, she didn’t look Larry in the eyes.
“Hi, Dr. Quinzel.” His sickening voice penetrated her ears. She wanted to vomit. She cleared her throat and composed herself.
Michael had always been observant. More so today, she was off. She was dressed different, she felt off. Her movements were calculated, almost robotic. He watched her carefully as she winced sitting down.
She prepared her notepad and file, while she was doing so, he looked at Larry, who was staring holes in the back of her head. Michael’s eyes darted between Y/n and Larry. His fists clenched under the table along with his jaw. He was beginning to make a correlation.
Y/n reached forward and her sleeve road up her arm just a bit. Michael noticed a slight bruise forming on her arm.
‘Did he rape you’ Y/n heard in her head. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She looked to Michael. His eyes were full of anger and his plush lips were in a tight line. Her lip began to quiver and her eyes were getting watery.
‘yes’ She thought, she didn’t know if he could hear her. She saw his nostrils flare. He composed himself quickly. They continued their session as normal as possible.
She typed as fast as she could to get out of there soon. It was still late, she was bogged down since she couldn’t finish her charting last night. Everyone had already left early, it made her want to finish even more, she didn’t want to be alone. She finished typing and was about to get up when she was stopped by Larry.
“Hello Y/n.” His evil grin made her sick.
“Larry please leave me alone.”
“Oh no doll face, last night was our appetizer.” He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her roughly against the wall.
“No!” A sob wrecked through her body.
“Cry all you want baby, no one is going to hear you.”
“Think again asshole.” She saw Michael grab his and throw him off of her. Tears poured like Niagara Falls, she couldn’t even question how Michael was out of his cell.
“You are never going to hurt anyone again.” Michael was behind him, his hand tightly around Larry’s throat. “Apologize.” Larry struggled against Michael, who somehow began to burn his throat, Larry screamed.
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry.”
“Not good enough.” Michael’s eyes rolled back and he reached through Larry’s chest, punching a hole and bringing his heart to the open. Michael ripped his hand out of his chest cavity, heart in hand as Larry fell to the ground, dead. Michael through his heart on his body, as he made his way to Y/n’s cowering figure.
“Shh, it’s ok. He won’t hurt you again Y/n.” She looked up at him with watery eyes and tear stained cheeks. He brought his hands to cup her face, gently brushing away her tears. She launched herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck in a tight grip.
“Thank you, Michael, you saved me.” She pulled away from him slightly, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He slowly leaned in, he waited, hovered over her lips. She pushed her lips onto his, meeting him the rest of the way.
“You saved me, Y/n. I won’t let anyone ever hurt you.” He held her tight. He would protect her, he would love her, because he was hers and she was his.
A/N: So I am making this a 2 part finale. I wasn’t finished typing and it was almost 7k words. Like i said in a post earlier, I am putting as much info in as I can, in order of episode (8,9,1,2,3,and some of 10) There was such a huge gap of time that I was trying to fill in between Ch. 2 and this Chapter. So I hope you enjoy Part 1 of the Finale!
It had been some time after the murder of Y/n. Michael had been devastated, lost without her. He was hurt and betrayed by Ms. Meade. Everyone he ever loved was either dead or betrayed him. Michael was on a hiatus when Cordelia and the witches kidnapped the warlocks and Ms. Meade, burning them at the stake.
He touched each scorched body, feeling them burn. He saw Ms. Meade. He was angered by her killing Y/n, but it didn’t lessen the blow to Meade’s death. He screamed. He was so lost and broken. Cordelia came to him explaining how he lost. Yet, had the nerve to say there was still humanity and she could help him.
He vouched to kill all the witches for what they had done. Cordelia didn’t know about Y/n, Michael felt like he had an advantage with that. He trekked into the woods, malnourished and confused.
“I am not going anywhere, until you talk to me.” He dramatically drew a pentagram in the dirt. Waiting to hear from his father. He waited for days. He began to hallucinate. Y/n appeared as one of the hallucinations.
“Why did you let her kill me Michael?” She asked, so quiet and sad. He brought a hand to her, shaking.
“I-I didn’t know she was going to kill you Y/n, if I knew, I-I wouldn’t have let her. Please Y/n, tell me what to do. I need you here. Please.” He cried, his vision going blurry.
“Think back to your tests, the obstacles you overcame to be alpha. Bring me back Michael.” She began to bring a hand to his face before she disappeared. He looked down frantically.
“Descensum.” Michael thought. He laid on his back in the middle of the pentagram.
“Spiritu duce, in me est. Deduce me in tenebris wita ad extremum, ut salutaret inferi. Descensum!” He chanted as he went under.
***
Michael and Y/n slept peacefully entangled in each other’s limbs. The door was creaked open, slowly and quietly. The moon provided enough light to spread a shadow across the walls. There was an impact before the sound. Michael’s eyes snapped open immediately, he sees Ms. Meade look at her work. Y/n is beside him, gasping for air, shot right in the chest. The blood pooled all over the shirt he lent her.
“No!” He screamed, choking out a sob. He gathers her in his arms as she goes limp.
Y/n had felt the pain of the bullet over and over. She saw the heartbreak and betrayal on Michael’s face.
She relived that moment over, and over and over. Y/n was sleeping peacefully went she heard a loud noise waking up only her.
She sees an older, more mature Michael.
“Michael?” Y/n sits up in the bed, scared and unsure. She looks to her side to see young Michael gone.
“Y/n, I’m here to bring you home.” He walks slowly and cautiously to her.
“Bring me home? What’s going on?” She questions, pulling her legs close to her.
“This night you keep reliving, Ms. Meade shot you while we were sleeping. She didn’t want me to be with you. I’ve been so lost and hurt without you. I’m here to bring you home.” He kneels in front of her, gently placing his hands atop of hers.
“I, how long have I been here?” She relaxes into his familiar touch.
“Too long my love.” He kisses one of her hands. Standing, he offers a hand to her, she reluctantly accepts. They walk out the door to Michael’s bedroom and everything goes black.
Michael gasps for air, coming back to reality. He looks all around and doesn’t see Y/n with him. He gives it a few minutes, when she doesn’t come back, he begins to panic.
“Y/n? Y/n!” He calls out to her. He looks around frantically for her to materialize by her.
Y/n finally appeared behind him, taking in a deep breath. He whips around and launches himself at her.
“Y/n!” He held her tight, finally tangible. He sobbed with relief. His body shaking. She wrapped her arms around him as tears rolled down her eyes.
“I’ve missed you Michael!” He lifts his face to plant a kiss on her lips.
“I love you Y/n.”
**
The two of them walked aimlessly, looking for town. They walked down a dark ally. Boots sloshed through the puddles of water littered throughout.
A man stood by a large metal door, an upside-down cross hanging on the brick wall.
“You lost?” The man asked gruffly. Michael shrugged, the guy nodded allowing them to enter. Y/n clenched Michael’s hand tightly as they entered the room. They could hear a woman’s aggravated voice echoing through the halls. The interior was black and blood red. This was a church of some sort, from what Y/n could gather.
Michael slumped into a pew, pulling Y/n in with him. She sat at attention, completely uncomfortable in these new surroundings. Michael laid his head on her shoulder in exhaustion. This was a satanic church. The preacher was talking about paving the way for the antichrist, wanting to hear the sins that everyone had committed. Michael let some tears fall, he dug his face deeper into Y/n’s shoulder as he listened to them talk. He rolled his head so he could see what was going on.
An offering plate came around to them. Michael sniffled, looking to the woman who was trying to pass it to him. She looked at him curiously.
“I don’t have any money.” He whispered meekly. She eyes him up and down, moving her head a bit to catch a glance at Y/n.
“Or any food by the looks of it. When was the last time you two kids ate?” The woman asked curiously. Michael tried to ignore her.
“What’s it to you?” Michael held Y/n’s hand protectively.
“Just trying to help out some fellow believers.” She offered a small smile. “You know, after the service, I could fix you two up something to eat? My place is only a couple blocks from here.” She spoke softly.
“That’s actually really nice of you.” Michael was getting choked up.
“What can I say? Nobody’s perfect.”
***
Shortly after the ‘sermon’ Michael and Y/n found themselves in the home of Madelyn. The woman from the satanic church. She sat them at her table offering them some soup and bread. Michael was ravenous, Y/n timidly eating what was offered to you.
“What are your names?” She asks, setting down some more food.
“Michael, this is Y/n” He goes back to digging into his food.
“You must have been starving. You know I see a lot of young people like you come to our church off the five stars on yelp and the free donut at check in. They all have the same look you do, scared, searching, questioning what the hell is going on here.” She lit a cigarette and brought it to her lips, taking a drag.
“So, what’s your story? How did you end up on our beloved Satan’s door step?” She rested her head on her hand.
“My father abandoned me and my mother tried to kill me.” Michael shrugged.
“His friend, um, tried killing me when she found out we were together.” Y/n looked to Michael, unsure if she should note her revival.
“Humanity, is shit.” She laughed. “This world is a twisted black hole of sin and chaos. That’s why satanism is the way of the future.”
She continued to speak about how satanism is the way to go. How she sold her soul.
“You sold your soul? Did you sign a contract in blood?” Michael voice went deep with distain.
“I made a deal in a black mass, as one does. With prayer, by prayer I mean killing people, it works.” She got up and showed her benefits. Fucking Brad Pitt.
“So that’s all it is then, Satan is carnal pleasure.” Michael listened to her as she spoke excitedly of the end times, how they need to pave the way for Satan.
“I hate to break it to you, but you’re waiting in vain.” He goes to reach for a piece of bread as she yanks it away.
“What are you talking about.” She made her way into the kitchen, Y/n’s ears perked hearing a knife unsheathe from a holder.
“I’m the one you’re waiting for.” Michael spoke up so she could hear him in the kitchen.
“How dare you blaspheme!” She screamed as she placed the knife to his throat.
“Michael!” Y/n launched out of her seat, Michael placed a hand out to stop her.
“Before you kill me, dear believer, see me.” He showed her his scar. Her eyes go wide and she drops the knife.
“Hail Satan, our savior has risen.” She drops to the ground. Michael’s face was unreadable. Y/n makes her way to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. He sighs and puts a hand on her lower back, bringing her closer to him.
***
The rain poured hard. Y/n, Michael and Madelyn were huddled under one umbrella. Michael held Y/n close to him as they made their way down the alley. Their feet splashed against the wet cobblestone.
Madelyn quickly put a black cape on Michael before encouraging him into the chapel. Y/n’s eyes went wide seeing two people tied, gagged and blindfolded.
“Wait! This honor belongs to someone else.” Madelyn announced to the entire congregation. All eyes turned to them, Y/n felt uncomfortable, eyes looking them up and down.
“Someone else?” The preacher asked.
“His name is Michael. He’s, new here.” Madelyn was trying to catch her breath.
“Well even if he’s willing to sell his soul, why should he-“
“He doesn’t need to sell his soul.” Michael walked forward passing Y/n and making way to the preacher. He reveals his scar to the congregation.
“The mark of the beast, is it possible, you’re the one?” She asks unbelieving.
“I am.” He says. Only Y/n noticed the slight waver in his voice.
She hands him a knife, which he willingly accepts. The choir sings after the congregation says a few hail Satans. He grabs the two of them and prepares to slice their throats. Y/n watches with sad eyes. This is not the same Michael that she remembers. She clenches her jaw, in order to keep from stopping him.
She wanted to stop him, but she knew she shouldn’t.
She looks away as he slices their throats in a swift motion. Blood spurting out. They collapse to the ground, dead. Michael looks through the church. They rise. Clapping and praising their savior.
***
Michael and Y/n are surrounded by all of the congregation for a potluck. Madelyn looks to Michael with anticipation.
“Is it too spicy?” she asks.
“No, it’s good.” He says, clearly uncomfortable.
“O thank the Dark Lord, it’s my mother’s recipe.” The preacher exclaimed.
“Try the macaroni salad.” One woman asked.
“No, the turkey meatballs.” A man asked
“May I, touch your hair?” the preacher asked, causing Y/n and Michael to look at her with appalled looks.
“Let the kid eat! Is something wrong, what can we do.” Madelyn questioned.
“I, just think you should all do what you normally do. Have fun, enjoy your Wednesday potluck like always.” Michael said carefully.
“You heard him, our guest of honor eats at his own pace.” Madelyn ushered them away. Giving relief to Y/n and Michael. “I can personally vouch for the spinach lasagna. It would be the honor of my life to watch you eat it.” Madelyn fawned over him like a giddy school girl. He smiled at her and grabbed her plate. “So, what happens next?” She waited with anticipation.
“Probably you’re lasagna.” He smiled. She gave a hearty laugh. Y/n furrowed her brows at her. Michael pushed a plate to Y/n and put a hand on her knee, giving it a squeeze.
“No, on the global annihilation front, what do we do first, when do we do it?” Her excitement never leaving.
“I’m not sure.” It was Y/n’s turn to put a hand on his knee comfortingly.
“What do you mean you’re not sure?” She questioned.
“I don’t know what to do, where to begin.” He looked to her carefully.
“But you’re the antichrist.” Y/n winced at the statement.
“Which people won’t let me forget. Everyone says I’m special, that I’m the only one that can bring about the end times, but no one gave me a fucking instruction manual. And the one person who always helped me, who I could always turn to for advice, she’s gone now.” His voice had escalated before he shoved himself out of the chair and leaned over it, his tone darkened.
He took a deep breath, Y/n carefully reached for his hand, he squeezed it, accepting her gesture.
“It will be ok love.” She whispered to him.
“I don’t have her.” His sentence broke as he tried to hold back his tears. Y/n knew that he was referring to Ms. Meade, she was worried what that would mean for her.
“I, I think there are some people you need to see.” She carefully reached for his hand. Y/n’s eyes shot to the exchange before looking away.
“Who.” Michael asked with defeat.
“Just trust me, we are on the precipice of oblivion Michael, now it not the time to burry yourself in doubt.” He nodded in acknowledgment, holding back his tears. “This person who helped you, what was her name?” She waited patiently.
“Ms. Miriam Meade.” He voice was shaky.
“We have access to private search engines, that can find anyone and there she is. We’ll just go pick her up.” She said excitedly showing her phone to Y/n and Michael.
“It’s not possible. I’m not powerful enough to bring her back, not anymore at least. She’s dead.” Michael looked down, playing with his food. Y/n brought her hand to his knee once more.
“Dead? That’s something we can work around.” Y/n and Michael look up and tilt their heads at her in curiosity. Madelyn pushes out of her chair and comes around to the other side of Michael. “You, are the son of Satan. There is no one or no thing you cannot have.” She gives his shoulder a squeeze and looks at Y/n, giving her a curt nod.
***
Michael and Y/n loaded up into Madelyn’s convertible. They drove on the highway with the ocean to the left of them. Y/n sat behind them in the middle. Madelyn explained how she was part of a secret network of people that have sold their souls to Satan.
They arrived at a large building. Michael and Y/n got out, noticing that Madelyn wasn’t following them.
“You’re not coming with me.” Michael stated.
“They are only interested in you. I did get them to let Y/n go. That was a stretch though. Just go up the path to the entrance. I really think you’re going to be impressed. At least I hope so.” She leaned over the car as Michael bent down to look at her eye to eye.
“Why are you so good to me?” He questioned her with a heartfelt tone. Madelyn grabbed his hand and looked at him with awe.
“I have waited for you my whole life, we all have. Can I ask you a favor?” Her eyes began to water.
“Anything.” He responded.
“When you finally talk to your father, could you maybe put in a good word for me? When I get to hell, I want to be in the lowest circle.” Tears flowed down her cheeks.
“Circle?” Michael asked.
“Or however it’s structured. I want to be in the worst part, or the best part. I want to burn in blistering fire for all eternity and service.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” She giggled like a fan girl. Michael stood up and put his hand on Y/n’s lower back, encouraging her forward.
“Hail Satan.” She screamed, throwing her arms in the air. Michael turned slightly and brought a finger to his lips shushing her. He turned back around and entered the door with determination. Y/n looked up to him, but didn’t say anything.
***
Y/n and Michael walked down a solid concrete hallway. Her nervousness growing with every step. A door had opened, revealing a glass lab. Two strange looking men were inside the room.
“Dude, what’s up? We’ve been dying to meet you, Madelyn has really been talking you up. That lady is wacked right?” The dark haired one said. The two laughed together. Michael left Y/n’s side to look around at the strange machines in the room. Y/n observed the situation carefully.
“No offense, but I was thinking you would be a little bit more jacked, you know I was thinking you would be like the Rock, when he was the Rock.” The blonde chuckled at the other. Y/n’s eyes went wide, immediately looking to Michael, whose energy was growing, festering.
“No that’s like stereotypical dude, yeah it’s not cool. What’s your name again?” The dark haired one seemed to save the day a bit.
“Michael, Langdon.” Michael spoke as clear as he could.
“Michael Langdon, I mean you got to admit that’s a little weak right?” The dark haired one just lost his moment of reconcile. The boys laughed at each other throwing typical Satan names around, old scratch, Beelzebub. Michael grew furious. He grabbed Y/n’s wrist and began to stomp away.
“Hey, hey no wait!” The two tried to stop him. Michael turned around for a moment.
“You know we believe you, but we thought we would be pissing our pants. How do we know you’re the antichrist?” Michael made his was to them, showing his scar. They blew it off. Michael looked to the hooker in the room. Y/n stepped away from Michael, seeing his eyes roll back.
“It’s true, I can feel the darkness, it’s making me sick and it’s coming from him.” She ran out of the room before Michael set her on fire. Y/n jumped out of the way. The two boys screamed freaking out, they looked to Michael as he showed them the white demon. Their eyes bugged out of their heads before they bowed to the ground, chanting hail Satan.
Michael smirked and pulled Y/n back to his side. Her heart was racing, she sometimes forgets that he is not the same boy from Murder House.
***
Y/n learned that the blonde was named Jeff and the dark haired was Mutt. They sat outside at a black concrete table, eating sushi. They told them how they sold their soul and in return, got a billion-dollar business, bang Victoria secret models and snort as much coke without ODing. Michael shows a picture to dumb and dumber of Ms. Meade. They let him know that they can build her without a problem.
“Michael, I don’t want this to come off wrong, but can I ask you something?” Y/n paced throughout the room Jeff and Mutt had given them. Michael stood from the bed and met Y/n, stopping her pacing.
“Of course, what’s wrong?” he looks her in the eye, searching for what caused her stress.
“With, Ms. Meade coming back, what’s going to happen with us? I want you to have her in your life, but she hates me. I don’t want to lose you again.” Y/n looked down at the floor, embarrassed by her selfishness.
“My love, you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. I want you both in my life. This is our second chance. That is an emotion or memory that we won’t add to her. I won’t let her hurt you again. I love you, I need you.” He brought a hand to her cheek and the other squeezed her hip reassuringly.
Y/n leaned into his hand. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Everything will be ok.”
***
They made their way to the lab after being informed that Ms. Meade was finished.
Mutt and Jeff pulled the cloth that covered the figure on the operating table. Revealing a very accurate Ms. Meade. Michael looked her over in awe. He gently glided his fingertips over her skin.
“Why is she so cold?”
“O that will change with the flip of her on switch.” Mutt explained. “Kineros Robotics proudly presents the battle axe- Miriam Meade 2.0” Jeff typed quickly on the computer, powering her on. Her toes and fingers moved slightly, eyes blinking open before looking to Y/n and Michael. She sat up quickly, reaching an arm out to each of them.
“How I’ve miss you two.”
***
Ms. Meade was happy to see Michael and Y/n. Michael was elated to see her again, he felt his confidence grow with her presence. Y/n tried to keep her distance, she was still unsure of Ms. Meade. Deep down, she was worried she would lose Michael.
They walked along the wooden pathway of some country club for the elite. Jeff and Mutt had given them the rundown of the Cooperative, which is basically the illuminati. The plan was to meet with the Cooperative and discuss the terms of, the apocalypse.
The coconut heads explained how each person had sold their soul to Michael’s father. Michael would have their full attention and complete control over them.
As they made their way to the meeting room, Michael stopped. He was nervous. On one side, Ms. Meade had hooked her arm through his. On the other side, he held Y/n close to him by the waist.
“You don’t need to be nervous Michael, you’re going to do great.” Y/n reassured him, placing a hand on his chest.
****
In the meeting room, several masked people were seated, waiting for Michael. They wore mirror masks, you couldn’t see their faces. Michael stood at the head of the table, Ms. Meade on one side and Y/n on the other. Michael gathered their attention as his blood red gloves caressed the table.
All Y/n could do was watch him. He captivated his audience. It was like he was a new person. He wasn’t the nervous boy she saw just outside the building. He was a confident man and that scared her. Ms. Meade walked around the table and set down massive folders in front of each member of the Cooperative.
Michael explained the plan for building outposts and allowing a spot for specific people, at a hefty price of $100,000,000.
All of the information was overwhelming for Y/n. This was so foreign to her. Her mind was numb, everything Michael said went in one ear and out the other. Her eyes glazed over. Michael squeezed her arm tight when the meeting was over, bringing her back to reality.
“Are you ok?” He whispered to her as the excited to conference room.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She said meekly. His eyebrows furrowed, but left it alone. He wrapped his arm around her waist protectively.
***
Day by day, things changed. Michael and Y/n’s relationship grew stronger by the minute. She stayed by his side through it all. He was careful about showing her sensitive things. When he went to the witches’ home, he didn’t tell her, he didn’t tell her that he killed them.
The outposts were coming together. Ms. Meade had her memory wiped, Jeff and Mutt had to go undercover and Y/n and Michael went underground. They stayed in a secret bunker, just the two of them.
Michael showed her his powers. She knew some of his backstory back in the Murder house days. He explained about being the antichrist. She tried not to be scared of him, she loved him. Everything seemed to happen so fast, but they had come so far from the time he revived her back in the woods.
There was no sense of time, it was like hell. Y/n was happy to be with Michael, one on one. There was no Mutt, no Jeff, no Ms. Meade, no apocalypse talk. It was all about waiting at this point.
Y/n was laying in their bed. She was tired and stagnant. Michael wanted more for her, he felt bad he couldn’t give her more, but today was different.
Her eyes were closed. Michael gently laid on the bed next to her, he turned his body to lay on his side. He brushed a stand of hair out of her face and gently caressed her cheek. His finger tips glided over her soft skin. He admired her, he loved her. He was so grateful for her being by his side. He knew this wasn’t ideal, he wanted better for her.
“Y/n, darling?” He rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled softly at him.
“Yes Michael?” She brought her hand up to his hair, tangling her fingers in his now long locks. He let his hair grow during their time in hiding. She loved it, he was becoming a man.
“It’s time.” He smiled at her. They were really leaving.
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GUYS! I really hope you enjoyed! Part 2 will be up soon along with other fics!!
