#cody fern drabble

[dagangeraaa]

Wrote this little short…follows when Cal kills off Dagan…I think I saw someone do this already, but I am doing this MY way!

No one could even tell if he was in pain. He was hiding it. The searing pain courses through his chest, impaled by Cal Kestis’ Lightsaber. Dagan desperately tries to get the upper hand, a last minute desperate move to take what he wants. But from behind, something sharp and more burning pain hits upon his back as he feels himself go weak, his body going limp, unable to move anything. “Santari…forgive me…” was his last thought that went through his mind before the last swipe of a blade burns across his chest, feeling his own body go to the floor, the feeling of his spirit leave his body. Finally…succumbing to his death…

AHHH! I AM GETTING GOOD I AM LEARNING!!!

[kavinam-indra-bharathi]

the various forms of sauron

for those who read my fic sirivennela, i have finally decided to post this series of how sauron keeps changing his form throughout the series (even though i never finished the series, but do not fear, i will not leave without completing it.)

terms to remember- a fanar refers to a corporeal body used by a maia or vala.

taglist- @aarasiswear, @herawell

also, srry for not frequently updating sirivennela, i will try to update sooner, same for song drabbles and navarasa drabbles as well.

and if you have any doubts regarding this post (except why sauron takes up a female fanar at some point, since answering them would be giving out spoilers) pls do ask them in the comments, i will try my level best to answer.

ps: i updated the list after fully fleshing out somethings that will later be revealed in sirivennela, and have added more forms, and made sure that the ones that are more maia like are here and the cat and the others are going to be in anther post, so those who saw it check it again

so, here goes, the list of sauron's innumerable forms:

the smith and liutenent consort of melkor- cody fern

timeline: valinor- glaurung's birth

name: mairon aulendil (later- bagulir) / sauron gorthaur

the mother of dragons (a female fanar)- kate winslet

timeline: destruction of lamps- post glaurung's birth

name: mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the lord of tol-in-gaurhoth - jack lowden

timeline: post glaurung's birth- Dagor-nuin-Giliath

name: sauron gorthaur/mairon bagulir

the one who bore wyrms- meryem uzerli (a female fanar)

timeline: post glaurung's birth- Dagor-nuin-Giliath

names- mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the flame of udun- keira knightley(a male fanar (note that though the actress is female, thefanar is that of a male))

timeline: Dagor-nuin-Giliath- dragor algareb

names- mairon bagulir/ sauron gorthaur

the flame of udun- emily carey(a female fanar )

timeline: Dagor-nuin-Giliath- dragor algareb

names- mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the base master of treachery- merve bolgur

timeline: dragor algareb- dragor bragollarch

names- mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the base master of treachery-natalie dormer (a female fanar )

timeline: dragor algareb- dragor bragollarch

names- mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the lord of the black lands (note that this is a male fanar though athe actress is a female)- joss stone

timeline- dragor bragollarch- tol in gaurhoth

name- mairon bagulir/ sauron gorthaur

the lord of the black lands (a female fanar)- leyla feray

timeline- post dragor bragollach- tol in gaurhoth

name- mairon bagulir/ sauron gorthaur

the aggrieved - charlie vickers

timeline: post tol-in-gaurhoth - glaurung's death (since he occupies a diffrent fanar after nearly dying)

name: mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the mother of the worm of erebor(a female fanar)- elle fanning

timeline: post tol-in-gaurhoth - glaurung's death (since he occupies a diffrent fanar after nearly dying)

name: mairon bagulir/sauron gorthaur

the black hand-aslihan gurburz (a female fanar)

timeline- glaurung's death- fall of gondolin

names- sauron gorthaur/ mairon bagulir

the black hand- nur fettahoglu (note that though the actress is a female , the fanar is that of a male)

timeline- glaurung's death- fall of gondolin

names- sauron gorthaur/ mairon bagulir

the lord of angband (note that this is a male fanar though athe actress is a female)- Beste Kökdemir

timeline- post gondolin- pre war of wrath

names- sauron gorthaur/ mairon bagulir

the lord of angband (a female fanar)- Nurgül Yeşilçay

timeline- post gondolin- pre war of wrath

names- sauron gorthaur/ mairon bagulir

the one who fled (a female fanar) - deepika padukone (a female fanar that he takes to seek the valar's pardon)

timeline- post war of wrath hiding- pre eregion

name- mairon bagulir

the one who fled (a male fanar) - charlie vickers (he takes a disguise as a man to escape)

timeline- post war of wrath hiding- pre eregion

name- halbrand/ mairon bagulir

the seductor - keerthy suresh (a male fanar, though the actress is female)

timeline- pre eregion- eregion (note, form used only to ensnare those who would later become the nazgul)

names: sauron gorthaur/ tar-mairon

the lord of gifts- david tennant

timeline: eregion-pre numenor

names: annatar

a form taken to satiate the curiosity of celebrimbor (a female fanar)- aishwariya rai bacchan

timeline: eregion-pre numenor

names: annatar

the whore of pharazon- sai pallavi (a male fanar, though the actress is female)

timeline: pre numenor- post numenor (note this is his physical form and not the form he takes when he enters another's mind)

names: Tar-mairon/zigur

the one who plagues the mind- nissankara mahanati savitri ganeshan (a male fanar though the actress is female)

timeline: pre numenor- post numenor(note that this is the form he takes when he is entering another's mind)

names: tar mairon/zigur

the lord of the rings- jarred blakiston

timeline: post numenor- war of last alliance

names: sauron gorthaur

the lord of the rings- sala baker

timeline- poat numenor- war of last alliance

names: sauron gorthaur

the corpse- luke goss (note that this is his new corporeal form after the incident in dol guldur)

timeline: pre botfa- void

names: sauron gorthaur/ mairon bagulir

[fanfoolishness]

Now I know I just reblogged an 8000 word fic I wrote in a 2-day frenzy, but I still want to write more! Feeling the urge for some drabbles though now. Please feel free to pick a character (or more than one) and a word or two from the prompts below and send them to me, let’s see what I come up with! Also feel free to reblog if you want folks to send you some Bad Batch prompts too :)

Character(s): Crosshair, Tech, Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Omega, Phee, Hemlock, Rampart, Mayday, Cody, Shep, Batcher

Prompts: drizzle, gray, howling, misty, ferns, moss, hungry, damp, aching, snarl, slice, hand, bruise, cough, blanket, sleepless, breezy, sweets, neon, hat, sunburn, caf, smoke, touch, bracelet, shadow, blinded, rumble, cadet, lab, sun, ice, critter, leap, dance, drink

[tateisabigmood]

Michael Langdon Imagine- Cuddling

A/N: sorry for being so inactive, but school has been rough and i haven’t been very well, mentally. also, i got a 7,7 for my english test and i’m lowkey disappointed because it was a writing test but o well

Summary: Michael has no problem with showing you just how much he loves you, even with others around.

warnings: none

wordcount: 375 ( issa short one )

pairing: Michael Langdon x ( non gender specific ) Reader

You are clingy. You had to admit that. The constant reassurance that your partner loves you was something that you just needed. Skin-to-skin contact was your lifeline. Whether it was just holding a hand or cuddling into someone's side, you needed it.

Luckily, Michael had no problem with PDA. If anything, he encouraged it. He would ask you to sit next to him when he was working or to hold your hand during dinner. Yes, he prefers to privacy with you but in a post-apocalyptic world, privacy is a luxury that is not always available. Just like now.

Even with you laying on top of him while occupying the entire couch, Michael still radiates dominance. Everyone is listening intently to him as he explains more about the interviews to them while he is rubbing the exposed skin on your arm.

Your fingers twist his soft locks around them, playing with the silky strains. “ What happens to those who don’t make the interviews? “ Coco asks. Michael is about to answer her but you beat him to it. “ They’ll die, “ you say while dropping your voice slightly to sound like a comic villain. You chuckle at your self softly.

You look up at Michael to see him already looking at you. “ Sorry, “ you mumble. Michael gives you a small kiss on your forehead before continuing his story. “ Y/n’s right, you’ll die. “.

After he has finished up talking he orders everyone to leave so you two can be alone. You move around so that instead of laying on top of him, you’re now laying next to him. Michael lets his fingers trail over your cheeks. You two lay there for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“ I’m sorry for interrupting you. “ you say. Michaels shakes his head, as well as you can do that while laying down. “ Don’t be. “. You croak out a small “ okay  “ before burying your head into his chest.

“ I love you, “ you mumble against his cotton covered chest. His fingers lace through your as he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a small kiss against your knuckles. “ I love you too. “.

MICHAEL LANGDON TAGLIST ( OPEN ): @hxdesworld @pinkhappypanda @multi-madison @dudesorriso @germansarechill

PERMANT TAGLIST ( OPEN ): @quacksonbarnes @cassiopeia-barrow

[sojournlangdon]

What are your sins?

Sojourn!Michael Langdon x gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of death, light satanism (if that’s a thing)

Her voice is brash and grating. The garish red she wore could not be more fitting, with its loudness and lack of subtlety. You don’t know why you keep returning to this congregation. The admission process was a joke, which may explain the pitiful leader and members. Surely there was something better than this.

The creak of a door signalled a potential escapee. You feel relief on their part, and wonder what’s stopping you from doing the same. Her unblinking eyes and tense jaw turn to you. You feel your heartbeat more intensely following her question:

What are your sins?

Lips part, and shut. You blink too many times, and an awareness of it only worsens the behaviour. Why the fuck did you sit in the front row?

She looks at you with furrowed brows for a few counts, before opening the question to everyone. You feel heat brush over your face. So much for being above all of this.

The replies are almost as pathetic as your lack of one, petty theft, gun money and adultery. With the bar this low, your actions seem devilish. Were they? You don’t think so, but you decide to get a second opinion.

“Actually, I do have one.” The confidence in your voice is short-lived. She looks at you expectantly, and you feel the intrigue of the sad souls around you.

Voice small, you begin unclearly, before she demands that you speak up. The second time is better, desensitised.

“I killed him, I killed a person.”

You have their attention now, this was a step up in severity, to say the least. She grins, shouts her praise, and tells you to stand and inspire the ‘weaklings’.

You clear your throat, and try to diguise your trembling hands by holding them against the dark fabric brushing your thighs. Most everyone looks morbidly interested, but one unfamiliar face appears transfixed, desperate to hear the events.

Tangled, honey-tinted hair, light stubble framing parted full lips, glossy eyes so tired they looked bruised. You may be as equally as enthralled by him. You focus on the space around him, eyes flitting back to him to observe how he digests your story.

“It wasn’t senseless, or random. I may have planned it, but he well and truly deserved worse than what he got. To be honest, I was surprised by my own strength. I mean, keeping someone’s head underwater while they scratch and kick and bite is no easy feat. Drowning doesn’t happen in thirty seconds, and even after he stopped moving I had to hold him down - to make sure.”

You catch your breath, slightly dissociated, no longer aware of their reactions. You don’t know when to stop, so you keep going.

“It was yesterday, in the evening. He’s still there. But I drained the tub and refilled it with ice. I didn’t think about the fact that it would melt, though.”

Heat rises to your face a second time when you see him smile warmly at you, as if you said something endearing. You are once again brought back to reality, reluctantly noting the rest of the room. Some look nauseated, others inspired.

She once again litters you with praise as you return to your seat. For the remainder of the meeting, your mind is somewhere else entirely. You register movement around you as people start to leave, others staying for the shitty potluck. Arms crossed and eyes lowered, you languidly move towards the staircase. That was stupid, a stupid fucking thing to say in front of so many people. What if someone reports you, or tries to copy you or -

“Good riddance. To whoever it was. I’m sure you did the world a favour.” Up close, you can see just how disheveled and weary he looks. A gentle smile graces his features, and when you don’t reply, he gives a light nod and ascends the stairs.

You follow, reaching out to stop him, not willing to let him go just yet. The motion is messy, and you end up with the crumpled black shirtsleeve in your tight grip. Nice fucking going.

He stops suddenly, upper body twisting round. His raised eyebrows makes you cringe slightly, as you lean into the wall to let others filter past.

“I could use some help. You know, with the body. If you’re interested.” Another excellent move on your part.

His eyes soften, and you think he would have laughed if he was any less fatigued. He nods, tells you to lead the way. So you do. At some point during the walk home, you notice that your hands are loosely intertwined. You’ve been so fraught with nervous energy, that you don’t remember who moved first.

It’s quiet, mostly your own voice. You talk about where you live, potential dinner ideas, and that forensic psychology module you did once. He looks relieved when you insist that he takes a nap before anything else, and you when confirm that the shower is separate from the bath.

Only when you’re outside the building do you think to ask the blonde boy’s name, learning that it’s Michael. His delicate features work with his name, you decide.

“Like the Archangel. Cute.” He scoffs at that.

“Not quite. Really, I could prove you wrong there.”

[random-fandom-words]

Xavier Plympton

Warnings: Death, references to smut, reference to drug use

Imagine being in a relationship with Xavier.

- You originally met in his aerobics class

- He couldn’t take his eyes off you

- He would be a sarcastic ass but still care about you

-Getting high with him in the Van

- Him being a horny mother fucker and wanting to take you on any flat surface

-Most of the time in the aerobics studio after hours

- He loves that big mirror

- Both of you having a tense flirty relationship with Montana

- Sometimes she would join you 😉

- Going with them to Redwood

- Having sex in Margaret's cabin when she's out

- Almost getting caught

- You along with the others get killed there

- You die before Xavier

- You get stabbed and pinned to a tree in the woods by the knife

- He doesn't know you're dead until you show up just after the others when the police leave the next morning

- Yours was the last body they found since you were killed so deep in the woods

- He was panicking trying to find you until they pulled your body out of the woods

- He was still holding onto some hope that you’d make it out of this alive

- You see each other at the same time

- Each of you are upset that the other was killed but still happy you can spend eternity together

[wonhosmistress]

Back To 1984

Length: 1,268 words

Warnings: N/A

Synopsis: Y/n convinces Michael to take her to the famous Camp  Redwood to have an up-close first look at the events that took place and meets the victims along the way.

A/N: I’ve been working on this stupid drabble since January and I recently just had time to edit it one last time and make small changes. Wow, I’ve been inactive for a while but here y’all go a 2-month late drabble I’ve been hesitant to post. Enjoy!~

"Come on, Michael!" She cheered him on excitedly, trying to convince him to travel back in time with her. He looked at her annoyed at the fact that she had kept insisting on the idea every day.

"Fine! if it'll keep you quiet." She clapped her hands in excitement, avoiding to annoy him even more that would eventually make him change his mind. 

"What year was it again?" 

"1984." 

"Why don't we just go to the place in a few weeks?" She stared at him with a serious expression.

"I told you that it was burned down by some random ass religious group."

 Michael sighed in annoyance but as long as she shut up about it in the future he would be fine with it. She heard him chant an incantation in Latin. He held her hand as they both slowly disappeared from their home to the outside grounds of the camp.

They both stood next to each other and looked up at the giant wooden sign that read Camp Redwood. 

"Are you happy?" He asked sarcastically. 

"Yes, I am. Come on, let’s go in!"

He sighs in annoyance following her wondering, how the hell this beautiful yet somewhat bothersome girl became his. They kept walking the small path and he felt that she was walking too fast. He caught up to her and wrapped his arms her waist, stopping her in her tracks. “Michael, let go.” She felt his warm breath on her neck and exhaled loudly in surrender. “What’s the rush, babe?” He asked in a soft tone. They both stood still in their dark surroundings feeling the dry heat. Her gaze was fixed at the sky making him lookup as well, the stars were lighting the sky brightly enough to make anyone enamored by it. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She said feeling warm from the inside. “Yes, it is.” He said standing up straight pulling her body closer to his. 

The moment was cut short due to an abrupt scream filled with dread catching both of their attention. Michael released her from his grip, she turned around and stared at him with doe filled eyes hoping he would let her go and follow her to help whoever was in need of aid. She was about to keep walking until she felt Michael’s grasp on her wrist keeping her from advancing.

“Don’t go.” She stared at him in confusion. “Why not?” “I don’t understand why you even made me take you here out of all places in time. We’re in Killer ground and we shouldn’t be messing with these events.” He said sounding concerned. “C’mon, Michael. Learn to live a little!” she told him. He couldn’t comprehend how she wasn’t scared about the entire situation. This moment had gone done as one of the most brutal murders in history; they were literally in the year 1984 where Richard Ramirez had gone on a killing spree in Camp Redwood. 

“Fine…” He said in complete defeat. He couldn’t believe that she had dragged him a couple of decades back for this, and before he knew it, she ran off towards where the scream came from. “Y/N!, WAIT!” He yelled running after her which he despised doing. If she were to die it would be because she was running towards a killer, who does that? Even he would avoid doing that. That thought had him thinking that he could resurrect her which made him grateful for the power he had.

After he had finally caught up to her, they both walked towards a wooden cabin that seemed like hadn't been used in years. She slowly and quietly made her way towards it until one of the steps creaked. “y/n, wait...we seriously shouldn’t go in.” He told her hoping that his words would eventually make her realized how screwed they would be if they messed with the events of space and time. 

“Michael, It’s okay. What are you so scared about?” She asked, trying to understand why he was insisting on leaving when they had just gotten here. “I’m not scared… I’m terrified that if something were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself.” He said finally laying one of his biggest fears out in the open to her. She stepped down the stairs and stared at him as her eyes wandered taking in his worried expression, she wrapped her palms around his cheeks softly and said, “Michael, I promise that as long as I have you...I’m not going anywhere.” “Just like you protect me, I’ll do the same for you.” She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss. “Nothing will happen to me, Michael.” She said letting go of his neck and holding his fingertips gently before releasing him and making her way back up the stairs.

She carefully made her way onto the porch, trying her best to peek into the windows of the cabin but she couldn’t seem to make anything or see anything from the inside. She gripped the doorknob but before she did, Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. “We shouldn’t...we don’t know who’s on the other side.” He warned her. “We’ll be okay.” She reassured him. 

As soon as she opened the door, she noticed the shadow of a person inside so she decided to take it upon herself to be cautious as she walked in with Michael still behind her.

The sound of a girl's voice screaming made her jump and the next thing she heard was a loud thump on the floor of the cabin, making her duck as Michael yanked her down with her to keep her from being hurt from someone else. "Montana!" They both heard someone yell causing the girl with bright blonde hair to turn around. Montana noticed the strangers and glared at them. She looked intently at the guy next to the girl he was dressed all in black with a cape. Michael’s eyes bore into hers with malicious intent, instantly felt something sinister within him, that she couldn’t explain which was making her sick. 

Xavier stared at them and observed in pure dread and before he even knew it, he saw flames flicker in front of him setting Montana on fire within seconds. Not a single remnant of her existence was in sight or on the floor for that matter. A whimper escaped his lips as he backed up on the floor trying to avoid them both. 

"Please...don't kill me. I'll do anything." He said as tears streamed down his face making his voice crack. Michael and y/n noticed the white trousers he wore along with a blue muscle top underneath and a lavender jacket. "We're not going to hurt you," she said walking towards him crouching down to meet his eye-level and noticed the complete dismay he was in, it broke her heart seeing him like this. "Why should I believe you?" He questioned trying to grab the closest object to him to defend himself in case of any potential danger. She gently placed her hand on top of his wrist pushing it down slowly to try to assure him they meant no harm.

His gaze roamed from her face down to see her soft hand and remained there for a few seconds before looking back up at her. "Fine. I believe you...but not him." “How did he do that and why did he do that?” He continuously questioned watching Michael’s every move making sure he didn’t come near him. Y/n turned around staring at Michael who was a couple of steps away

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[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Reader is the arts and crafts teacher and Xavier is trying to make a friendship bracelet and the reader helps him

THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE

Okay here’s a little drabble full of fluff and romance and cuteness! I hope you like it 💖

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He’s been sat in the back for the past two classes, all fingers and thumbs as Xavier tries to weave together a friendship bracelet. Once the campers are all busy, glitter and glue flying everywhere you approach him, ‘Xave? You okay there?’

‘I keep fucking up the pattern.’ He whines, shoving the bracelet away from him, ‘Why is this so hard?’ 

‘You’ll get it.’ You encourage, sitting beside him. The friendship bracelet is frankly….a mess. The colours are all wrong, making the V pattern look like disjointed snake and some of the strings are fraying. You catch his sulking face, as Xavier crosses his ankle over his knee and takes a drink of water, ‘You just need to get into a rhythm.’

‘I mastered the moonwalk while in training.’ Xavier snips, ‘I should be able to weave a simple pattern. The girls in the last class were laughing behind my back.’

‘Because the great Xavier has a weakness.’ You joke, taking his hands and placing the strings in his grasp. ‘You weave and I’ll lead you through it, okay?’ 

Together you try, looping over and under and over and under. The pin keeps the friendship bracelet in place as Xavier’s tongue pokes out of his mouth. For you, it’s a major distraction. His tongue lubricates his lips, making them shine in the low lighting. You’re only pulled out of your trance when the bell rings, signalling the end of class. Campers abandon their creations to go get lunch as Xavier shows you his progress, ‘See, it’s better.’ 

‘I got a good teacher.’ He trills and you can’t resist pushing him. 

‘You’re such a cliche.’

‘Hey now!’ Xavier bats his eyelashes at you, ‘I’m awesome and you know it.’

‘Just cause the campers think you’re the next Marty McFly.’ 

Xavier’s drawing closer, now it’s just the two of you. ‘Well what’s wrong with that?’

Your thoughts turn to sludge as his lips close on yours, his finger scooping under you chin to keep you in place. When you part his eyes are twinkling, ‘Best part of camp is getting to do that with you.’ He murmurs. 

‘Go make your bracelet.’ You try to play down your smile as you grab some cardboard and fix the bracelet to it. ‘This will help make things easier, you can set your strings out. You can show me when it’s done.’ 

‘You’ll be the first recipient.’ He grins, kissing your cheek. His long legs windmill off the bench as he jogs off, little shorts waggling his ass. You catch a few of the older girls giggle to each other, but you just get to work cleaning up. You and you alone know that Xavier Plympton’s heart lies only with you.

Just tagging some of my fluff babes:

@blakewaterxx @sojournmichael @wroteclassicaly @ladynuwanda

[hecohansen31]

please I need a touched starved jim and reader as his best friend. Like the reader is an exchange student from England, not fitting in PV at all and that’s what Jim loves about her, constantly seeking comfort in her arms, soft touches and kind words. One day she surprise him with a plane tickets to England (for a summer break to meet her friends and family) and he is just so happy to leave PV and confess his love to her.

(A/N): Hello there, lovely, 😘✨

I am very sorry the took quite a bit, I swear it wasn’t my intention in anyway to keep this going from too long, since I LOVED the idea, and Jim Mason is my favorite boy, so I can’t honestly wait to write for him! 💙

I really hope you’ll like it, I changed the summer vacation to winter! ✨

WARNINGS: A bit of stereotypes (I know that not all Californians are here, and I honestly love that states, so... but I tried to keep myself true to the description that Medina does, in the book, of the entire city! 🙈 I didn’t mean to offend anybody! 🙈), Suicidal Thoughts, Use And Abuse of Drugs, Self-Consciouness 💙

You had always dreamed about California.

It had been your ideal place to live in, eternally sunny and happy, dreaming of awesome natural soundtrack and ever-smiling people staring at you and waving as they moved in beautiful cadillacs.

But the truth was quite different: people bothered too much about their exterior and not enough on what was inside, showcasing fake-tanned bodies and pearly smiles, but constantly making you feel extremely at unease.

You weren’t a classical beauty and you didn’t stick out, but most importantly your own Englishness stood out, not only because of your accent.

No matter how many years you had spent trying to fake your Californian persona, you realized you would never pass off as one of them.

But you actually didn’t want to.

Not if it meant being some vapid girl wearing a sundress, ogling the surfers meanwhile faking to be some kind of prude to anyone else, lying on how many plastic surgery you had had.

So, in the end, you had ended up being a bit of a recluse and all “California dreaming” had been roughly disrupted.

But there was one thing that made you feel a bit better.

... or better, someone.

Jim Mason had stolen your heart with those blue eyes and that charming mouth of his, which needed only a smirk to have everyone under his feet.

Except you, who knew it all too well what that smirk hid, since he had confided onto you all his deepest secrets, meanwhile he had cried into your shoulder, a fight breaking out between you two, after you had found him high with whatever he had been given, and you had accused me of wanting to leave you.

“I would never fucking leave you...” he had cried, anchoring himself onto your chest, staining with some of his vomit and tears your shirt “... I just want... to fucking run away with you from all this shit”

You had then decided that you would stick around more, as you made Jim sat onto you, meanwhile he sleep peacefully, after the hangover had gotten the best of him and the drugs had exited his guts.

That is why, when you had to come back for winter break from your “year abroad”, you bought another ticket for Jim, and surprised him with it, leaving it onto his surfboard.

You almost lost that ticket, because that idiot thought it would be fun going out surfing without checking it.

“It could have been your phone” you had mumbled, meanwhile he raised you in his arms, desperately holding onto you, as he twirled you around till you threatened to puke on him.

“I would still hold you with puke all over you”.

“Yeah I already did that, so it would be only fair you got the same”.

“Why do you have to talk about throwing up, when you can make out like a normal couple”.

Medina’s affirmation had taken you both by surprised, since although you were pretty affectionate to each other (and definitely didn’t mind cuddling after some tough emotional sessions, you missing home and him missing some kind of relief that only drugs could give him) you hadn’t chosen to be a couple.

Although you were unable to keep your hands away from each other, on the airplane, meanwhile Jimmy asked you whether your parents would be ok with him.

“Will they think I am cool?” he asked, before his pretty smile was shadowed by some kind of worry “... they probably don’t think that I am cool in the slightest... not even my own parents think that I am”.

And you had had to take his face in your hand, looking at him in his eyes:

“They’ll be delighted to see you, I mean you did charm me”.

“I was shirtless when that happened” he mumbled, hiding his face in your chest, meanwhile you giggled and blew soft breath in his hair, to get some reaction out of your silly boy.

Then you gently laid a kiss on top of it, tightening the hold onto his hand as the airplane took off, meanwhile he teased you about this “silly fear of yours”.

When you finally arrived in England, Jim uttered that it was “too fucking cold” and he wouldn’t stand this offense anymore, just to be shushed by you gently hugging him, to soothe his cold cold hands and body.

“You are an idiot, Jim Mason”.

“An idiot who likes you” you were taken by surprised in the middle of the airplane and all the bystanders took in your sudden surprise thinking that something special was going to happen.

Jim looked like he had seen a ghost, one of the three from “A Christmas Carol” and you honestly felt like all your ability to talk was reduced to some kind of silly blabber, as you tried not to become a living tomato.

“You are a fucking cliché, Jim Mason, for confessing your feelings to me that way” you muttered, as you brought him away from the crowd, not ready to face your parents, without the knowledge about whether you should have presented Jimmy as your lover or simply your friend.

“A fucking clichè you like?” He asked tentatively and for the first time after all the hours you had spent dreaming about kissing him, you did it, grabbing his face in your hand, in a sudden hold that got your boy trembling under his, aching to touch more.

“Be nice, and maybe after dinner with my parents, you might get more” you chastised him and gently pushed him away, running towards your parents, meanwhile he grappled onto your hand, in a tight hold that made you giggle.

“Everything and more for my christmas miracle”.

“A fucking cliché indeed, Mason”.

[so-langdon]

Be Better - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Drabble)

Summary: Y/N and Michael get into an argument and he makes her cry.

Warnings: Angst, fighting, swearing, some fluff

A/N: Just a lengthy(?) drabble about being in a fight with Michael

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle 

Y/N wasn’t really sure what had just happened in the last few minutes. One minute she was greeting Michael as he walked into their bedroom at the Outpost, the next they were arguing, yelling and screaming at one another, obscenities being exchanged back and forth. 

The anger Y/N felt was so overwhelming, she didn’t even remember what the two were arguing about anymore. She just knew she was livid and resentful towards Michael. The way he spoke to her, sarcastic, dry and elusive, speaking them so carelessly towards her.

The entirety of the Outpost could probably hear their argument, but that was the least of their worries as they spewed their harsh words at each other.

The longer their argument went on, the more tired Y/N got, always hating whenever the two fought. The exerted energy from being mad and upset always exhausted Y/N. She didn’t enjoy confrontation and fighting, what good came from it when they’d speak so cruelly to one another?

But Michael seemed to get a thrill almost when they had fights like these, as if becoming rejuvenated. Michael would get more heated, noticeably more angry, the words from his mouth getting worse as he spoke. All while it broke Y/N down and made her want to shrink away. 

They’ve never had an argument quite this heinous before, and it really seemed to hurt Y/N the most, especially when Michael screams some particularly callous words at her. 

Once the words leave Michael’s mouth, there’s a part of him that wishes he could take them back. But the other part of him that’s riled up is satisfied with the pained expression on Y/N’s face, getting some sick pleasure from it. He had gotten under her skin, hurting her where he knew would hurt her the most. He’d won this fight he figured, but was it really worth it?

Y/N takes a step back after hearing the insulting words from Michael, trying to process if he really just said what he said. Michael could be so sweet and loving with her, but so awful and evil when he wanted as well.

Her body reacts before her mind can, her vision becoming blurry as her eyes sting with the tears, building until they stream down her cheeks. 

“What the fuck are you crying for?” Michael exclaims at her while glaring. “You don’t have it in you to defend yourself?”

The anger was still prominent in Michael with the way his eyes were furrowed, fixated on her aggressively. Even when Y/N couldn’t find any words to say further, her own eyes diverting away as she swallowed and seemed to coddle within herself to hide. But it didn’t matter to him. He was still agitated and frustrated with her. Her weak demeanor only made him want to scream at her more.

But his anger begins to subside when he notices her expression, looking so fragile, small and sad, seeing how the tears steam down her face consistently, blinking them away as they cloud her eyes.

It was always different with her. She always had an effect on him, especially when she seemed so sad, and he was the cause. Her weak demeanor made him want to scream more at her originally, but only because it’s when he’s in the wrong, and he’s angry in himself for being the way he is, therefore he projects it onto her until he realizes what he’s doing. 

“Hey,” Michael coos, stepping over to Y/N, her almost flinching as he reaches her, causing Michael to frown over her actions. It was like she was scared of him now. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N,” all anger and cruelty fading away, wanting to just console her. “I didn’t mean it, baby, I swear I didn’t.” He grabs her hands, causing her to look up at him timidly. “I love you, so much,” he pleads, “I hate when you cry, especially when I’m the cause. I’m so sorry,” he wraps his arms around her body, bringing her into a hold.

Y/N wraps her arms around Michael’s torso, accepting his warmth and comfort, nuzzling her head into him. “You can be so mean,” she cries into his chest.

Michael was mean. He could be ruthless, harsh and so cruel when you least expected it. He was the antichrist after all, having a specific plan and wanting to follow through with it without any complications. But around Y/N, she could always bring out the softer side of him; the humanity in him.

Though he was always genuine and loving with her, he could still mess up and be mean to her accidentally which Michael hated. It was like the darkness took over him, causing him to not know what he was doing until it was too late. It was still something he was struggling to overcome, never having a reason to overcome it until Y/N.

“I know. I’m fucking sadistic. You don’t deserve it, there’s no excuse,” Michael sighs. He kisses the top of her head, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I’ll be better for you. I’m sorry.”

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

Don’t Stand So Close To Me. Professor!Michael Langdon one shot. Teaser

Since Tumblr was being an absolute dick and kept flagging this, I’m reposting it again. YOU WONT DEFEAT ME!! I also really hope someone gets a reference to the title because I’m gonna feel so old if no one does 😂

Anyway. Thank you to @desertsunflower00 for this idea. Enjoy you filthy lovelies! 💕 Credit to the gif owners.

*****

You heard me, Miss l/n. Bend over my desk.“

Your eyes widened in shock.

‘Did he really just say that?’

As shocked as you where, there was a deliciously authoritative edge to his voice that both frightened and excited you.

Your abdomen burning with unbearably hot tension at his words.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. This was absolutely insane.

Yes, you had certainly fantasized about similar situations, but it seemed unreal that your professor was actually standing behind you, peering at the outline of your dripping wet pussy and suggesting you remove your knickers for him.

"And you will address me only as Sir, or Professor. Understood?”

“Yes professor Langdon” you whined.

“Good girl”...

Tags: @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @alexcornerblog @stupidocupido @michael-langdon-appreciation @hai-arnold21 @frucienlover @langdons-rep @queencocoakimmie @yourkingcodyfern @1-800-bitchcraft @lovelykhaleesiii @ccodyfern @7-wonders @aveiangdon @master-langdon @cotomandra @sassylangdon @sojournmichael @dyns33 @ritualmichael @icylangdon

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Our Son (Part 1)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader

Words: 1730

Summary: Michael and the reader previously were together before the nuclear attacks, though separated before after losing touch. During that time, the reader was pregnant and gave birth to their son, only to be reunited post-apocalyptic with Michael.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of pregnancy, FLUFF, short time jump (***)

REQUESTED BY: @thatoneweirdgirl17 

Tags: @del-rcys , @msjamesmarch , @chelsealaur , @m-i-a-m-c-d-e-e , @suzumebailey , @fandoms-allovertheplace , @crownofrowan , @gracethegeek9902 @kellysimagines , @minnesota-loser

A/N - Hope you all enjoy this! It will become a series in future, so TAGLIST IS OPEN! ❤️

The life as a single mother had proven to be difficult, though you managed. Adam Langdon, your beautiful baby boy was a miracle and it simply was too unbearable to think of life without him: he was your only family. His father, Michael, was out of the picture just days before you’d realised you were pregnant... You loved him, and he loved you. But that was it, you knew that Michael wasn’t the type to just dwell on the past and for that, you made the sole decision of raising the child yourself, without him having the slightest idea that he was a father. Initially, the breakup and the news of being your pregnancy was overwhelming: and many times you’d contemplated on surprising Michael with your growing bump until you’d recall your tragic break up. He’d grown to become distant, you felt he’d grown cold and began to resent you, for reasons still unknown. You felt helpless and unwanted, until you had finally gained the courage to instigate the discussion of breaking up, hoping to see that this misunderstanding would spark something in Michael, hoping it would make him realise how neglectful he’d been towards you...Though to your misery, it had all backfired. He merely agreed to the idea and seemed unstirred by the ordeal he’d caused: carrying on with his life, unconcerned about yours.

Your pregnancy also wasn’t one of the most greatest experiences, in fact, it wasn’t at all what you were expecting... Many of the symptoms you contracted were different to those you’d read previously in books and from the medical consultations you’d receive. Throughout your bizarre pregnancy you’d dreamt of the most surreal things, your cravings sometimes were most disturbing, wanting pieces of raw meat, not to mention your contractions were beyond painful… You constantly anticipated the worst, your anxiety becoming heightened, particularly during Adam’s birth. Despite it being amongst the most excruciating experiences you’d ever faced: if it meant being able to hold what was now your healthy, pure son today, it was definitely worth reliving.

That was until the apocalypse struck the world... Nation-wide coverage of the missile attacks occurring around the world left you tragically in desperate need for help, even if it meant risking your own life for the sake of Adam. Hence, when the decision came to travel with these secret service agents, who’d randomly stormed their way into your apartment, only to have briefly informed you that they’d be your only chance of survival, you took it without any hesitation. He was your sole purpose in life, and that was simply that.

And now Outpost 3 was Adam’s new home and yours...

After 18 months of the repeated schedule that you’d grown accustomed to, the sudden breach into the post disturbed everyone, especially you. With hardly any line of defence in place, no evacuation plans to enact, nor was it wise to escape beyond the walls, if need be, the threat of your life and Adam’s seemed imminent. God knew what had managed to breach the walls of the facility, and you were in no rush to find out.

“All questions will be answered in due course, Miss Y/L/N. Now for the sake of that child of yours, make your way down towards the living room. Our guest wants to have a talk.” She sternly retorted, her cane hitting against the wooden boards of the floor, only to awake Adam out of his serene sleep. Thankfully, he hardly cried nor had he ever proven to be a loud child compared to the adults, who did most of the whining...Gently embracing his tiny body in your arms, the only thing that had been keeping you grounded this entire time was the little boy you’d been cradling. He had much of his father in him, particularly his eyes: both have those mesmirising, piercing blue eyes. He was a constant reminder of Michael and that pained you, though it never not once interfered for the love you have for him. Adam was all you had.

***

Hastily finding a seat on the couch, adjusting your purple dress to suit your comfort, with Adam nestled on your lap, the suspense of breach was evident in the air. It felt tense, especially since hardly anyone talked during dinner, which was a first: not even a single complaint left Coco’s mouth. Once everyone had made their way into the room, and all were present silence fell bellowed again, and your anticipation for answers was as crisp as ever. Your complete focus diverted towards Miss Venable, awaiting for her to break the void. Although, the only sound that could be heard were the faint footsteps being made, each step louder than before as it edged closer. For some strange reason, you felt that these footsteps felt familiar, they felt so reassuring... Instinctively, your head snapped towards the entrance of the room, only to be shocked senseless that the visitor was Michael, in the flesh.

Immediately upon entering the room, his gaze remained on you, only to in turn fall upon Adam: a small yet genuine smirk emerged against his face. You remained speechless, as he made his way towards where Miss Venable had been standing, only to be excused. Yet Michael still made effort to address you either, nor did he seem rattles by the sight of you holding a baby, that resembled him in so many ways. Instead, he’d introduced himself to the rest: completely immersed in his unexpected arrival, unaware that he’d even survives the attack, you’d completely forgotten about everyone else in the room.

“I’ve been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us in the sanctuary, which I’m certain many of you will be” he exclaimed, his full attention prevailing upon you at that exact moment.

“I’ll be conducting interviews throughout these few, coming days.”

“I volunteer to go first!” Gallant shouted, the sheer excitement in his tone causing Adam to jump.

“And so you shall... But, unfortunately these interviews are entirely dependent my discretion, and therefore I get to choose who gets to be interviewed first. And it just so happens to be the mother and the child.” He firmly retorted: trepidation beginning to arise within you, your grip pulling Adam closer to your chest for reassurance.

“Is it because she already has a head start with the procreation bullshit, cause if so that’s totally uncalled for-“

“Enough!” Michael roared, causing Coco to halt in her tracks, shocked by the sudden outburst.

“Miss Venable, if you would be so kind as to lead Miss Y/n and myself to your office” He pleaded, moving aside as his hand gestured her to lead the way. In compliance, nodding against his wishes, she began to direct you both out: you walking behind her as Michael politely insisted on tagging behind, it was a silent yet short journey to her office. Walking towards a seat near the fireplace, Adam tightly adjusted in your arms, his eyes fixated on his father, your chest began to tighten.

Peering over towards Michael who still remained beside the door, began to gradually make his way over, seating himself opposite of you. The silence was endearing and you finally could no longer bear it: your questions needed to be answered for it was still too overwhelming to believe that Michael was there.

“How-how on Earth did you manage to survive? D-Did you have access to this sanctuary?” You bellowed, your face drenched in concern.

“I knew some people... All answers will be addressed once us three make our way back to the sanctuary. Can’t risk you both staying here for another minute.”

“You knew about us? You knew about us this entire time, didn’t you?! And you never thought for a split second, of wanting to meet him up until now, when the entire world has just been desecrated?” You began to shout, your grip tightening as to protect Adam from the unpredictability of his own father.

“Of course I did Y/n. But I had to keep my distance...In fact, I find that there’s no reason for you to pinpoint me as the fault here, when it was I who had those agents escort you to safety. It was I that assured the survival of you both, so that one day we could reunite and restore ourselves as a new family... That is if you still wish for that.”

Your mind blank, it being most difficult to understand Michael’s logic, which had always been far-fetched though always with good intentions. It was too much to digest, though since hearing the news of the other outposts, your motherly instincts of keeping Adam alive and well was all that mattered. And just as you had initially decided to trust the words of strangers, you knew that Michael was no different. A part of you always envisioned a future with him, and there was no denying that he too had mutual feelings. Yet he seemed most persistent in hiding them...

“Why’d you leave? In the first place. Why couldn’t you just have stayed when I needed you most?” You began to cry, trying most difficult to remain composed. Typically, Michael wasn’t an emotional type, and you’d always believed that crying indicated to him how weak of a person you were. Though during times that you found it most relieving to do so, he had always been mindful of your tendencies: he respected your needs, until he’d grown to part from you. The sheer sight of you in pain, as you remembered during the early moments of your relationship, triggered him to comfort you. Embracing you in his broad arms, the gentle kisses he’d give reassuring that you were deeply loved, remaining close to you until you’d managed to overcome the situation. And not once had he ever doubted your resilience to persevere. These flashbacks instantly fading, your thoughts returned to reality, only to find Michael sitting beside you, his arm draped around you ever so tightly, his free hand stroking the identical gold-blonde locks of his son.

“His an angel” you whispered, a smile brewing on your face instantly, as your eyes met Adam’s before returning to Michael’s. Too distracted by the overdue reunion, you’d merely wanted nothing more than to forget the past. Both Michael and you shared the same vision for the future, for Adam’s future.

“Indeed he is” he chuckled.

“But for now my love... I want you both with me always. Understood?”

“Understood.”

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Michael and Jeffery Langdon Drabble.

Sup my dudes! So me and the beauty that is @michael-langdon-appreciation talk a bunch about Michael and today we got on the topic of her still living Jeffery *michaels twin in the show, who died and is now forever a newborn in the show*

And like we got talking about you dating both of them, like not poly where all three of you are dating each other cause incest is not wincest my dudes. But your dating both of them and they share you. So! This is a Drabble to MELT YOU PEASANTS! Kk your not peasants your beautiful baby beans. Anyway HERE HAVE THIS ITS UNEDITED BUT STILL!

Tags: @hotstuffhargrove @dacremontgomerylover @michael-langdon-appreciation @langdvn @michael-lngdon

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So whenever you give like affection to Jeffery and michaels around to see it he gets low key angry cause Jeffery has love, he’s felt love from a mom, a dad, a sister. But him he was rejected and thrown away by them, almost killed by there mother. So he just watch’s with anger and jealousy. Like you notice only when suddenly the spoon you were using is bent like 90 degrees after Michael has exscused himself to his office in the sanctuary.

Those are the days you have to walk into his office and you can see the path of his anger cause people are like rushing away from his office in fear. But the second you walk in. Stepping over to him, when he turns to you he just sighs when you pull his head into your stomach chest area, just feeling his body relax and melt into you, he basically rubs his face against you, needing that touch. Just

“You don’t have to be jealous you know. I know Jeffery has had this kind of, love and touch, and it angers you. But I love you so much okay, my sweet prince of the dark. Just as much as I love my prince of the light.” And just looking up at him he nods and you get his rare soft smile,

it’s only you who ever sees it,

and just brushing his hair off his face leaning down to kiss him.

[petersfern-fics]

Michael Drabble

Imagine Michael being really soft and drowzy after completing one of his rituals and he steps in the shower - swilling away the dried crimson that coated his arms, bundling his toes, turning them into fists.

After he's done, a towel wrapped around his waist, he joins you in the bedroom - climbing up next to you, resting his head against your chest. He takes your hand in his, holding it up and interlocking your fingers together, drawing circles on your palm with his thumb.

"What's this?" You'd question, twisting the locks of Michael's hair between the fingers of your free hand, carding your way through the curls of his dampened crown as a soft smile curved your lips.

"Hmm...? I just want to be close to you..." Michael would speak in an almost whisper, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a kiss against your skin before wrapping his arm around your waist, closing his eyes and drifting off.

[bottomlangdon]

Some soft movie nights&cuddling w/Michael headcanons

because I feel empty not seeing our boy also it’s 12am and I’m bored so enjoy my trash

this is all pre-satanist church finding him

you live across the street from the murder house

you and Michael quickly became friends,especially because he needed you most after Constance kicked him out

after a couple months you decide it’s time the two of you change your usual talk-play video games-talk-go home-repeat routine

you plan a movie night at your house

you buy all your guys favorite snacks and wear your comfiest PJs

You set the couch up with the fluffiest pillows and blankets you could find

you finish setting up just as Michael knocks on the door

the two of you look through the shelf of movies you have and decide on The Lion King

y’all fix yourselves on the couch just a few inches apart

as the movie goes on you get tired and scoot closer to him,resting your head on his shoulder

Michael has really bad body heat but it is perfect for nights like this he is just so warm (he really is a human heater and even though SoCal doesn’t get very cold anything under 70° is basically freezing)

he links his hand with yours warming you up more and you fall asleep not long after

when you wake up you find yourself trapped in Michael’s arms

his curls splayed out against the couch pillows,sleeping peacefully

you don’t move or try to wake him

you just lay there savoring his warmth,waiting for him to wake up

he’s been awake for awhile but you don’t know that ;)

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Michael Langdon/Kai Anderson Drabble

Michael held out his pinkie finger Y/N looked at him nervously. She can't believe it had come down to this, she had told Kai months ago she had no interest in joining his ranks but of course he hadn't given up there was always some new tactic involved. “You know the deal once contact has been initiated you must tell the truth.” In the dim lighting of Kai’s basement she could still see the evil smirk on Michael’s face. She hesitantly took his pinkie into her small one and took a deep shuddering breath.

“What made you finally give in?” Michael asks her after a brief moments silence. “It's clear to me Kai won’t give up, I told him repeatedly to back off and that I wasn't interested.” She shook her head “If I said no again who knows what else he may resort to it was just easier to finally give him what he wants.” “You told him to fuck off more than once.” Michael stated matter of factly not taking his gaze off of hers. “He's fucking crazy when I told him I would rather make a deal with the devil first I didn't think he would take it so seriously!” She couldn't believe it had come down to this that here in this moment she was sitting across from the literal antichrist himself. “The man knows what he wants and I can't say I blame him really” in that moment everything that made any sort of common sense was gone she knew once she gave in everything that made her her would become property of Kai Anderson. “Fine consider it done, I am tired of trying to run I give up.” Kai walked up behind her looking at Michael “I have to admit I wasn't sure you had it in you I’m impressed.” Michael stood up and looked at Kai with an evil smirk “I told you I can get anything or anyone” “I have plans for this pretty young thing, because she will bear me offspring.” Kai smirked.