#michael langdon drabble

[criminalamnesia]

idk just thinking about starting a thing with Jack after the two of you have been dancing around it for a while— stolen glances, lingering touches, slipping snacks into pockets and working so seamlessly together.

it’s not something you two have labeled yet, but everyone in the ED knows because god you two are so obvious and insufferably in love with one another.

but you want to take things slow, and Jack obliges because you’re more vulnerable in this position than he is (you’re his resident and he’s an attending) (and it’s actually killing him to take things slow but he does it for you).

you’re off on the day of pitt fest and so is jack but you know he just had a hellish night shift so you tell him to rest up and that you’ll see him tomorrow night when you both work again.

your friend surprises you with a plus-one ticket to pitt fest— and you hesitate but ultimately end up going, knowing that the exhaustion you’ll feel tomorrow will be worth it, even if you’re gonna need an extra energy drink or three to get through your shift.

you don’t tell jack. why would you? it’s last minute and you’re giddy and he’s off— probably sleeping, you assume— and you don’t want to bother him because this is new and you’re not his girlfriend.

then the worst happens. someone opens fire. you lose your friend in the ensuing chaos and you’re terrified, but you snap into resident mode and start trying to help. holding pressure on a wound here, checking a pulse on a body there, dodging and weaving through the masses as you try to save anyone you can.

everyone gets called into the ED. so when jack strides into the department, mind already racing in preparation of the madness to come, his eyebrows lift when he doesn’t spot you among the team briefing.

he asks dana if she’s heard from you, and the charge nurse shakes her head. “I’ll keep tryin’,” she tells him. he accepts that and moves forward.

he doesn’t have any reason to worry. you said you would see him tomorrow. he figured you were probably in bed already and your phone was on silent. no big deal. as much as he would love your expertise (and general calming, reassuring presence) in this scenario, he can push through. he did before you.

dana stays true to her word and calls you ten times in the span of two minutes, but it goes unbeknownst to you, as your phone is currently face down in a puddle of someone else’s blood. you were too busy worrying about others to even notice it had fallen out of your pocket.

when the variety of vehicles start rolling up to the ED, everyone is too busy saving lives to worry about who didn’t show up to help. no one cares about your absence.

and then ellis opens up a truck’s tailgate, and she pulls out a body— and when she gets it on the gurney, she looks at the face to quickly assess for head injuries and her heart nearly stops in her chest.

it’s you.

blood smattered on your face, a large gash running from your forehead to your cheek. your eyelids flutter, your breathing is shallow and coming in quick pants.

“shen!” ellis screams, and the attending rushes over, eyebrows furrowed before his gaze lands on you.

“shit,” he breathes, looking to ellis before back down at you.

along with an obviously broken leg and numerous cuts and already-blooming bruises, you’ve been shot. blood flows from a wound in your gut, and your hands twitch as they move towards it, trying to keep pressure on it.

“red, she’s a red—” ellis is saying, slapping a bracelet on you and commandeering your gurney. she rushes towards the doors, eyes wild as she enters the ER and looks for someone— anyone— that can help.

“robby!” she yells across the madness when she spots the attending. he’s finishing up with a patient and getting ready to move to another, but his head jerks up at the sound of his name.

“need you over here!” ellis calls, and robby’s brows furrow as he looks over his shoulder to say something to jack— fuck, jack— before he’s weaving towards her.

“what is it?” robby asks, eyes instantly going to the card tied around your wrist.

“it’s fucking y/n.”

and robby’s eyes dart up so fast he almost gets whiplash. he instantly recognizes you and he curses under his breath, anxiety clawing up from his gut and encircling his heart. beginning to squeeze as your eyes crack open and your chest heaves.

“don’t…” you gasp out, one of your hands blindly reaching for the attending. “let…him see.” each word comes painful and slow, and you don’t even notice that other faces have gathered around you as you speak.

your friends— your family— all gasp and cry and furiously begin to come to your aid but you don’t even realize it. because your eyes are locked on robby’s.

“you….need….him.”

and you don’t even have to say who you’re talking about, because everyone in the fucking PTMC knows that you and jack abbot are a thing. and robby exhales shakily, tears filling his eyes, but he has a job to do. and so he gets to work.

and he knows for a fact that he will lose someone tonight, regardless of you living or dying.

either way, he doesn’t know if jack will forgive him for this. for purposefully hiding your arrival and trying to save your life without him.

as much as it pains him at the thought, he knows that he has to do what’s best for the department. for the other hundred people that are coming through the doors tonight.

so he nods to himself. tells himself he’s doing the right thing.

and then he loses your pulse.

[broadwaybaggins]

Robby/Langdon, #70

#70, 67%

"I want to know who's responsible for this." Robby's tone was grave and not to be questioned and shaking with barely concealed rage. His face was red, bright red, and it was hard for Frank to stay focused on Robby's eyes, flashing with anger, when he was a bit worried about his attending suddenly popping a blood vessel. Or an aneurysm. Honestly, neither one would surprise him at this point. "It was me," Frank said at the same time that Santos chimed in, "I was, it was my idea." They looked at each other in surprise and Robby sucked in a breath from behind his clenched teeth. "Sounds like you need to get your story straight." "The patient was coding--" "Would have died--" "I read in the Annals--" "It was a fucking Hail Mary but it worked--" "Both of you, shut up!" Robby's harsh voice cut them both off and Frank felt a little like he was back in the principal's office. "Who's responsible for this?" "It's like...67% my fault," Frank said after a long pause. "It was my idea, after all. "67%," Robby said in disbelief. "Blame doesn't work like that, Langdon." He shrugged. "It does today. And the patient is gonna make it, so..." Robby covered his face with his hands and made a strangled sound. "Get out. Both of you, get out. 67%, Jesus fucking Christ..."

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Michael Langdon Valentine’s Day Drabble:

Michael Langdon X Fem Reader

Michael knew what day it was. Valentine’s Day. A day to celebrate love and friendship. Part of him was dreading. But another part of him was wanting to celebrate it with you. Appearing on your doorstep, he gives your door a good knock. As you open it, concern morphed on his face, noticing your eyes were red from crying. “What’s the matter, love?”, You shake your head. “Valentine’s Day…my family is too busy to celebrate it today…”, Michael hums at your words, looking to the floor for a moment before looking back at you. “I’m not busy…”, You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at his words. “Really?”, Michael smirks. “Why wouldn’t I be…?”, He waved a hand, using his powers to make a rose appear behind your ear as you smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day my love…”, You can’t help but go up to him, quickly wrapping your arms around him as he wraps his arms around your waist in return. As you pull away, he cups your cheeks, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Let me treat you to a candlelight dinner…”, You chuckle at this. “When?”, Michael chuckles along with you. “7 sharp…your best dress…”, You nod at his words. “7 sharp it is…”, He leans down, kissing you on the lips this time as you kiss back, feeling his hands cradle your head as he pulls away, taking the rose behind your ear as he hands it you. “I’ll see you tonight then…”, He whispers his last words before disappearing in front of you, not feeling that pang of sadness anymore. Once 7 O’clock came around, you go downstairs to find Michael was here and in his best suit, standing by the dining room entryway as he takes a look at what you’re wearing. He smirks in approval, gesturing to what was behind him. The dining room table decorated with candles and roses. Your favorite meal was already prepped. “Wow Michael...everything looks so pretty…”, Michael bows his head. “Just trying to show appreciation for the one I love…”, He states, going up to rest a hand upon your cheek as you lean into his touch. “I love you Michael…so much…”, Michael kisses your cheek, whispering, “I love you…for an eternity…”, His words would stick with you for the rest of your life.

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— ONESHOTS

Rescue me, I want you tender charm! ˙⋆✰ smut, angst, & fluff

— DRABBLES

Angry, dramatic confession in the rain… ˙⋆✰ angst & fluff

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—THOUGHTS

him living next to a sorority…

ᯓ★ Dr. Frank Langdon

— DRABBLES

Finding out your fiance is an addict… ˙⋆✰ angst

ᯓ★ Dennis Whitaker

— DRABBLES

Helping your boyfriend destress… ˙⋆✰ smut

ᯓ★ The More The Merrier

— ONESHOTS

TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE… ft. jack & robby ˙⋆✰ smut

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AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

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[criminalamnesia]

Hey man, idk if your goal was to make people cry with that Jack Abbot fic but if it was mission accomplished! *finger guns out of the room while sobbing*

10/10 fic would definitely recommend to anyone needing a satisfying story that ends with you crying

I honestly didn’t expect it to get so much love!!! im just obsessed with the Pitt rn and god that man… I need him….

anyways here’s part 2 to this!!

part 3 here!

jack doesn’t know what’s going on.

ellis came into the er with a gurney, screaming for robby, and then (if even possible) things in the ED got worse.

people scrambling, muffled sobs from nurses and doctors alike as they pass by whoever robby is currently working on. jack’s brows are furrowed, his eyes squinting to try and get a look across the room, but no dice. he starts to think maybe it’s jake— and fuck if it is.

“dr. abbot,” samira breathes beside him from where she’s hunched over their patient. another red, blood covering their torso— a gunshot wound through the upper chest. collapsed lung, struggling to breathe, struggling to live.

(like someone else across the room. but he doesn’t know that.)

“you’re good, mohan. keep going,” he says, voice even as he glances down at the resident’s work. she doesn’t need him here, really. she was one of the best residents on the floor— next to you, of course.

speaking of you— where were you? even if you’d been sleeping during dana’s slew of calls, he’d figure you’d have cracked an eye open by now. you always complained you tossed and turned at night (he had offered to remedy that in various ways.)

“done,” mohan exhales with a grin as jack’s fingers find the patients carotid, pressing for a pulse. it’s stronger than it was before mohan went to work.

“sound work,” he says, nodding down at her. her grin widens as she straightens up.

“great teacher.”

jack chuckles as he waves dr. walsh over. samira starts to walk away, but before he can even register what he’s doing, he’s got a light grip on her forearm. she glances over at him, obviously confused, head cocked to the side as chaos continues around them.

“check on robby, yeah? make sure that’s not jake he’s got.”

samira nods and leaves his grasp, weaving through gurneys and wheelchairs to reach the other attending.

“got one for me?” walsh has finally made her way over, her eyes assessing the stabilizing patient before her.

“yeah, this one’s good for upstairs,” he responds, eyes glancing once again to robby before santos starts yelling for an attending.

“better go see what she wants before she kills someone,” walsh says, smug grin adorning her lips as she grabs the gurney’s handles. “garcia says that one’s trouble.”

“yeah, yeah. don’t you have someone to cut into?”

“oh my god!”

even with all the clamor in the room, samira’s gasp cuts over the noise loud and clear. abbot’s head shoots up, watching as the resident’s hands fly over her mouth. dana hurries over, a hand landing on the young woman’s shoulder as she pulls her to the side.

“dr. abbot, we need you over at the yellows—” santos is saying as she catches her breath in front of him, her eyes flitting from the scene across the room and back to the attending beside her.

“abbot!” shen calls as he pushes a gurney through the bay doors “got another red!”

“are they dying, santos?” he asks, already starting towards shen.

“well, not actively—”

“get someone else.”

he hears her faint huff behind him, but it’s forgotten as soon as he gets his eyes on his next patient.

across the room, robby is sweating.

it’s awful, profuse, and he feels like he can’t catch his breath. there’s a ringing in his ears.

he’s never experienced drowning, but he imagines it feels a lot like this.

“c’mon,” he mutters, his eyes watching your face, searching for a sign that you were coming back.

your eyes were closed. your skin was pale from blood loss.

your heart had stopped beating.

“robby,” dana says, her voice as soft as it can be as she rests a hand on his shoulder.

“no,” he says, and he doesn’t need to say anything else. he’s tired. his body aches from the past twelve hours, but he can’t stop. this is you. he cannot stop.

somewhere in his brain, he realizes that this is not working. he’s been doing cpr since he lost your pulse, and it is not working. the tube shoved down your throat is helping you breathe. blood is still trickling from your gunshot wound.

your heart is still not beating.

this is not working.

samira is crying quietly behind him. princess has tears on her cheeks from where she stands beside your head, squeezing the bag attached to your intubation tube.

he can’t stop. one, two, three, four. one, two, three, four. up, down. up, down.

he presses down so hard he cracks your ribs. he cannot breathe. he can’t think. he can’t, he can’t—

“way past trauma protocol over there, brother.”

everything comes crashing down around him at the sound of jack’s voice carrying across the room.

he wants to laugh, because doesn’t jack know who he’s working on?

would he still be saying that if he was looking down at your pale face, your bloodstained skin?

robby ignores him. shakes his head as if shaking off the words. he can’t be done with this, he can’t give up on you. he can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

“we use blood on the ones that are gonna make it.”

jack again. robby wants to scream and laugh and cry. he’s turning hysterical, he knows it. this fucking day.

adamson. jake. abbot. you.

he can’t catch a goddamn break and it’s all weighing on him, and he’s about to lose his best friend and his best student and—

a hand on his shoulder. a firm hold, squeezing his skin so hard it almost hurts.

“robby,” it’s dana again. “you gotta let her go.”

he can hear the crack in the steely charge nurse’s tone, and that’s what really breaks him.

“fuck,” he breathes, and tears are clouding his vision. “fuck.”

dana’s hands land on top of his still moving ones. the ones that are physically beating the heart that lies dormant in your chest. she digs her nails into his skin, and that breaks him from his trance, and he finally stops.

someone sobs nearby. he doesn’t look up to see who.

he announces time of death. marks it on the card tied to your wrist.

princess removes the bag from your tube. dana pulls a blanket over your body, tucking it over your head as carefully as she can.

without a word, she and robby wheel you toward the makeshift morgue. you do not deserve to join the other bodies in there. you do not deserve to die.

dana leaves the room before him, and as soon as the door shuts behind her, he sinks to the ground.

“shit,” he cries, shaking hands reaching up to cover his eyes before scrubbing over his face. his trauma gown is covered in blood— some of it yours— and he tears at the thing as he sobs.

“fuck, fuck,” he can’t breathe. adamson, you. langdon and his drugs. jack and his trust. everything, all of it, is overwhelming. a wave too big to jump over or swim under. a current so strong it’s pulling him out to sea before he even knows he’s in the water.

“dr. robby?”

he can’t. his eyes are clenched shut, his hands grasping the chain around his neck. he mutters a prayer his grandmother taught him when he was a kid.

“dr. robby,” the voice calls again, and robby recoils as a hand grazes his shoulder, his eyes shooting open as he pushes the offender away.

whitaker looks distraught, a frown forming on his lips as he stands over the older man.

“we need you out there,” the intern says, his words firm. “you gotta get up.”

and robby wants to smack the kid, but as he finally starts to take deep breaths again. whitaker holds out a hand. robby (after a moment of contemplation) takes it.

and then he promptly shoves whitaker away as soon as he’s on his feet.

the intern nods, and without another word, leaves the room.

robby takes a breath, then another. he reaches for the door handle, but stops just short of turning it. he turns, his eyes landing on your gurney and the sheet hiding your body.

“im sorry,” he says. it is such a guttural and profound feeling, this sadness that overtakes him as he says those words.

but the ED needs him.

so he steps back into the chaos.

[wordsaresimple-imnot]

Masterlist

American Horror Story

AU!AHS multi-chapter

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Band of Brothers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leverage

New Hope - Eliot x Reader one-shot/drabble

[namelessskies]

the blood that binds

(18939 words) by AmphitriteWoods_15 Chapters: 8/? Fandom: The Pitt (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Melissa "Mel" King/Frank Langdon, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Blaise Zabini Characters: Melissa "Mel" King, Frank Langdon, Theodore Nott, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Becca King, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Cormac McLaggen Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, The Sacred Twenty-Eight (Harry Potter), Crossover, I'm gonna tag as I go, because i hate spoilers, Drama & Romance, Very very minor, Minor Melissa "Mel" King/Frank Langdon, Very Minor, but it progresses, read the story pls, i dont wanna spoil it in the tags, the characters are few, but i'll update it as i go, Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), Hurt Melissa "Mel" King, Married Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, no beta we die like Whitaker's first patient, Medical Inaccuracies, I'm not a doctor, or anywhere near medicine track, i have only a laptop, A dream, and a delusion, i say minor melangdon because it's slowburn, Kingdon Week 2025 Series: Part 5 of Crossover Drabble Series Summary:

Melissa Rhovellian King's life falls apart for the third time one morning on her second year of senior residency. A miracle, the paramedics had called it, their voices a strange blend of adrenaline and disbelief. "MVA, male, mid-thirties, no ID—GCS 8 on scene, BP’s bottoming out, tachycardic at 140s, possible internal bleeding! Intubated en route, bagging now! Two large-bore IVs, lactated ringers wide open, O-neg hung and running!" Mel didn’t think much of it at first. Just another John Doe, another wreck, another body broken against the indifferent steel of a car frame. She grabbed a chart, ready to assist, but then she caught a glimpse of the gurney as it rushed past. A shock of dark hair, matted with blood. A hand—long fingers, pale—dangling limply off the side. Her breath caught. No. The world narrowed to a single, terrible point. Theodore Nott looked like a corpse.

[orienteddreamerrr]

Will be making some fluffy (NOT smutty) Valentine’s Day themed drabbles throughout the week next week…here are some characters listed that I may work on:

- Silco

- Aloy

- Cal Kestis ?

- Loki (as of now just need to type it up and edit it!)

- Michael Langdon

- Oliver Quick (Saltburn)

- Jerome Valeska

And any other character you may suggest to me! (If I don’t know the character, I’ll try my best!)

I am giving myself a challenge…I guess to distract me BECAUSE of Valentine’s Day…I only have my family to celebrate it with…then again, I think I have you all!

(and @lisboncy gave me inspiration???)

[hau-teur]

Masterlist

Key

｡･ﾟﾟ･Long Work

𓆩♡𓆪 Drabble | ✧ Angst | ❥ Fluff |

☆long-work canon compliant

𖦹long-work canon divergent

Requests: Open | Rules

this will probably be split into micro master lists as i get out of hand

⋆˚✿˖°Twilight

જ⁀➴Carlisle Cullen

｡･ﾟﾟ･La Belle Dame Sans Merci

⋆˚✿˖°Supernatural

જ⁀➴Dean Winchester

｡･ﾟﾟ･Wheel in the Sky

જ⁀➴Castiel

｡･ﾟﾟ･.House of the Holy (on the way!)

⋆˚✿˖°Marauders

જ⁀➴Remus Lupin

｡･ﾟﾟ･The Killing Moon

❥ ☆ woodland creatures

જ⁀➴Sirius Black

｡･ﾟﾟ･☆ The Chain

｡･ﾟﾟ･𖦹House of Fawley

⋆˚✿˖°The Walking Dead

જ⁀➴Rick Grimes

｡･ﾟﾟ･Algor Mortis

જ⁀➴Daryl Dixon

⋆˚✿˖°American Horror Story

જ⁀➴James Patrick March

｡･ﾟﾟ･Dying Light

જ⁀➴Michael Langdon

｡･ﾟﾟ･Devil’s Advocate

[venusxxlangdon]

Of Mice & Snakes - part 3

I can't believe that I'm actually typing this but today after I re-read the first two parts of Mice & Snakes that I had written 4 years ago, I decided that I was aching to finish this series. I mean...not necessarily in 10k word chapter like I used to write before but in…something. A drabble, or maybe a proper epilogue (of course, spicy). I don’t know yet. For now I only have two sentences in my notes that sum everything up.  

Part 1 and Part 2 are one of the best things I have ever written and the main plot line behind them has not been unfolded yet. 

I don’t know when I will get it done, but I will. Even if nobody’s gonna read it. I just need to properly close this gestalt.

For the inspiration, I might also post some of the collages in the coming days/weeks to get you and myself (primarily) back into the universe of Tom Riddle x Michael Langdon x reader. I have missed them.  

See you ;) Part Three - "The Snake" will see the light.