“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.
Hey all! Im working on the finale for sensory. Its almost 5k words… there were areas I needed to fill ♀️ still not done, but it should be up tonight. Once that is finished ill start working on all my asks love you guys!
