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Catch Me If You Can (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Author’s Note: I tried to make the reader not gendered so I apologize if it’s shitty.

You were just learning to teleport. It was terrifying to think about everything that could go wrong. You had heard about witches and wizards losing hands or getting their other half split off by a gate.

You and Michael stood at the empty house. Michael was smoothing out his uniform which you shook in your boots. The two of you had started dating, finding ways to escape and be together. An empty house wasn’t exactly a romantic date.

“Why are we here?” You asked, your voice echoing around you.

Michael smiled wickedly. “We are here to practice your teleportation.”

You quickly shook your head. “You know I’m terrified to do it.”

“What better way to do it then through fear?” Michael pointed to the house. We’ll practice in this house.

You scrunched your nose. “Did you murder someone in here?”

Michael shrugged his shoulders, ignoring your question. Instead he shoved your shoulder. “Tag!” Then in the blink of an eye he was on the porch.

You ran to the porch, watching him disappear deeper into the house. “No cheating. Only use magic.”

You took a deep breath, concentrating. When you opened them again, you were a foot closer to the door. You jumped in glee. Michael laughed. “Don’t cheer yet. You haven’t even got me yet!”

Before he finished his sentence, you were face to face. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, you disappeared. “You’re it!” You yelled from the second floor.

Michael gave a beastly growl as you two popped from room to room. He tapped you in the attic. You fell through the floor as you tackled him in one of the bedrooms.

You were hidden in a closet, holding a hand to your mouth to hide your breathing. You jumped when you heard a voice whisper in your ear. “Tag!”

Screeching, Michael tackled the two of you out of closet. You laughed as you kicked up dust. Michael had you pinned to the floor.

“Oh no.” You said in mock distress. “You’ve caught me. Oh what will I do?”

Michael laughed as he pressed his body to yours. Your mouths explored each other. He had just let his hands slip your belt off when you popped into the next room.

“Nice try lover boy.” You said, out of breathe from the exchange. “But I’ve got a meeting with Cordelia in ten minutes.”

Michael groaned as he walked toward you. You raised your hand for your belt. He slipped it back through your pants, pulling you closely. You could feel the heat of yours bodies linger. With a quick peck on the lips, he winked at you. “You’ve got to catch me first.” With the blink of an eye he was gone and the game had once again begun.

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THE WITCHER (2019)

Geralt of Rivia sideways look

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Ryan Haywood in a nutshell

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Do you hurt? I dont mean physical pain. They say witchers can’t feel human emotion. They say whatever justifies despising our kind.

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Emilia Clarke on The Late Late Show with James Corden (2016)

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Made for Him - Chapter 11

Plot:  She was made for the Antichrist. How will she change Michael’s fate?

The world was silent around them. The only noise came from the party raging beneath them. Violet let her hands rub against her bare legs, rubbing them against the cold. Michael leaned back, his eyes staring up at the sky.

“So, Son of Satan, huh?” Violet let the question echo between them. Michael’s eyes seemed to reflect the stars above him.

He gave a deep sigh. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable.” Violet was lying. She wanted to know so badly. Wanting to feel that darkness that swirled through him.

Michael lay against the roof, his arms crossed behind his head. Violet lay next to him, folding her hands across her stomach. A chilly wind swept her skirt away.

“My father was a ghost who raped my mother. She was pregnant with twins. Only I survived.”

Violet clenched her hands together, a lump forming in her throat.

“My grandma raised me. But I was…too much for her. She killed herself. Then I met Ms. Mead.”

A smile formed on Michael’s lips. “Ms. Mead was the best thing to happen to me. She showed me who my true father was.”

“Satan.” Violet whispered. It was a strange word to let escape her lips.

Michael nodded. “My mother tried to kill me. I guess she wasn’t a fan of having a kid with the devil.” Michael scoffed. “Ms. Mead took care of me. Showed me how to worship my father. She showed me who I truly am.”

They lay in silence, watching the clouds cover the stars in the sky. The party was starting to die down, flashing blue and red lights rushing down the street. Violet could feel a spark of electricity forming between Michael and her. It was a spark she wanted to consume.

“So,” Violet turned to her side to fully take in Michael. His red devil costume seemed to glow in the dark. “What exactly does all this mean?”

Michael turned his body toward her. He looked so young as he gazed at her with his crystal blue orbs. He tucked his hands under his head, his face looking younger by the minute.

“It means I’m very powerful.” He avoided eye contact with Violet. “And have a lot of enemies.”

Violet let her fingers trace imaginary figures on the roofs slat. “Is everyone who follows your father like the witch we killed? Are they all…bad?”

Michael shrugged, watching Violet’s fingers. “It depends on what your definition of bad is. Some would argue that Cordelia and her crew are the bad guys.”

Violet let that sink in. Michael was right. Witches had been viewed as the enemy of mortals for centuries. Violet stared down at her hands, thinking about the powers that had left her that night.

She took a deep breath and sat up. Clapping her hands, she smiled widely. “Okay.”

Michael sat up with her, a confused look on his face. “Okay?”

Violet squeezed his hand, not breaking the smile. “I’m okay. I’m in.”

Michael let a smile break on his face. He held her tight, his body heat beating the ever cold night. “No one has ever just accepted me.” His voice was a whisper in her ear. “They’ve always questioned me. Or feared me.”

Violet pulled back, giving him a cocky smile. “You should be scared of me. When I’m upset, I break open the earth.”

Michael laughed out loud, making the cops look up at them. The cops yelled, trying to get them off the roof. Using his magic, Michael helped the two of them down. They ran throughout the night, far from the cops and the party. They stayed out all night, sneaking kisses in-between their schemes. They crashed more parties, egged some houses, and even smashed pumpkins just for the fun of it.

It would be on of their last nights of fun and peace.

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Cody Fern reaction images.

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CODY FERN gets ready for the Louis Vuitton’s latest Women’s Fashion Show

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Fated - Chapter 3

Plot: The Reader has caught Aphrodite’s eye and Aphrodite does not like what she sees. She sends her son Eros to destroy the girl but he ends up falling in love with her.

Gerald was laying in her bed. Sighing, Y/N shoved him out of the way. Gerald glared at her as he went to lay on his bed on the floor.

“People are going to think your spoiled if I let you in the bed.” Y/N laughed as she cuddled into her sheets.

She was still embarrassed about what happened today. The other pa’s had made fun of the hay that got in her hair. She had been called “Pig Wrasler” all day. It wasn’t her proudest moment but she would be glad once this shoot was done.

Closing her eyes, she hoped for better dreams to come.

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Michael stood in the shadows of Y/N’s room, watching her sleep. She slept with her mouth open, a snore getting caught in her throat. The sheets were tangled around her torso. It made him laugh just to look at her.

Gerald was wide awake, his eyes staring right into Michael’s. He stared back, daring the pig to speak.

“You have no idea who your messing with.” Michael whispered to the pig. Gerald simply tilted his head. Michael knelt down to pet the pig’s head. He was surprisingly soft and cooed at the pet. He would look cute with a little bow tie.

“Mother will have my head if I don’t do this.” He whispered as the pig lay on his back. “I don’t have a choice.”

Gerald cooed louder. Michael couldn’t think about what will happen once he releases the arrow. He stood up, pulling the arrow from his coat pocket. He raised the arrow to Y/N. The first thing she saw, being Gerald, she would fall in love with.

Michael watched the arrow shake in his hands. Lowering it, he fell on his knees. “I can’t.” Tears prickled in his eyes. He felt a deep ache forming in his chest. He had never felt this kind of love before. He barely knew her. It was irrational.

He looked at the love tipped arrow. Without thinking, he pricked his finger against the arrows tip. The love filled his whole being. As Y/N rolled over, her face was shown in the moon light. He wanted to stare at it for eternity, drool and all.

Laying a blanket over Gerald, Michael stood from the floor. He brushed a strand of hair away from Y/N’s sleeping face. A book on her nightstand showed the monsters of ancient myth. This sparked a thought in Michael’s eyes.

Leaning down, he placed a kiss on Y/N’s forehead. “I’ll see you soon.”

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geralt and jaskier + touching in episode 5, bottled appetites

bonus:

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(clears my throat and stands at a podium) cock

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I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be using it as a writing day! Let me know if y’all have any ideas you want me to write.

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If it's alright with you, I am designating myself your Made For Him hype man. C'EST magnifique!! Chefs kiss! The fluff!! Perfect with the how sunny Violet is. I appreciate how you matched the tone of the story to the character, it makes it feel completely Violet. Also, the inkling of foreshadowing about Violet's powers and the bond between her and Michael. I gasp! I die!! (Lol please excuse my dumbassery)

Haha yesssssss. I’m so happy you like it! I was gonna give you on it but now I’ll continue with it!

Seriously thank you for giving me the good vibes I really needed it

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Made For Him - Chapter 10

Plot:  She was made for the Antichrist. How will she change Michael’s fate?

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the love lately! I originally was going to end this story around chapter 14 but I think I have a few more ideas I want to play around with. Let me know if you want me to continue this!

Halloween was an interesting time at the Academy.

The girls were preparing the shortest of skirts and tightest tops for the parties they would sneak off too. The boys fixed their hair and conjured spells to make them look buffer. But before they could strut around town, they had to prepare for Cordelia’s celebration.

Since this was the first time the boys and girls were together for the holiday, Cordelia was planning a small get together at the Academy. She filled a punch bowl with rich red juice, turning a blind eye to the girls and boys who snuck alcohol in it. They’d start the party by watching the spirit world open.

Violet was siting before Coco as she did the girl’s hair and makeup. Violet watched as the neighborhood carved pumpkins and hung bats in their windows. Coco had dragged her to her room, going through her closet for the perfect costume. Violet wore a thin white dress with an aluminum halo strapped to her head.

“Is all this necessary?” Violet sat still as Coco caked her face in makeup. Violet couldn’t ignore the beauty it added to her face but she hated to think of how long it would take to wipe off at the end of the day.

Coco smiled at her. She wore a flowy black dress and pointed hat she found in the attic. “Don’t you want to have the boys eating you up?” Mallory was brushing her hair, her own costume making her look like she fell from the heavens. She looked like a goddess with gold dusted cheeks and hair.

Violet thought of Michael at the mention of boys. Her cheeks burned when she thought of what he would think.

Michael and Violet had taking regular outings from the Academy whenever they could. Violet was able to grow her powers, which seemed to come from the very earth. She could make flowers pop from between concrete. She even watched a weed wither and turn to ash in her palm.

When they gave up on training her, they spent time simply roaming New Orleans. They roamed the graveyards, watching funerals from a distance. Or Michael would wave his hand, causing chaos to release from the people. They’re inner most thoughts blurted from their lips. The two of them laughed as they watched it all unfold.

When she mentioned it to the other girls, they made faces. “Wasn’t that a bit cruel?” They’d asked. “Shouldn’t we use our powers to make everything better?”

Violet stopped telling the girls about her outings.

Sometimes, Michael would wander off to see a friend of his. Violet wanted to follow him, to see who this friend was but sensed Michael needed this alone time. He always came back reenergized, coming up with a new plan to have some fun in the neighborhood.

When Coco and Mallory let her go, Violet wandered the halls as the girls ran around and giggled. The sun was low in the sky, waiting for the night to begin. As they gathered in the decorated dining room, Violet looked around for Michael. Many of the boys were dressed up as macho superheroes, trying to get the attention of the girls across the room. Then there were a group of boys flirting with each other in the corner as a group of girls let their hands roam each other. You could feel the hormones in the air.

“Looking for someone?” Violet jumped as she spun around. Michael stood before her in his costume. A long red cloak draped across the floor as a red devil’s mask covered half his face. His beautiful blue eyes broke through the mask.

Suddenly she could sense everyone’s eyes on them. Girls and boy’s eyes took in Michael, eating up every inch of him. She felt their eyes watching her too as she tried to pull her short dress down.

Michael tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, pulling white feather back. “Seems like you did fall from heaven.”

You blushed as Cordelia got everyone’s attention. Misty stood beside her in her usual gypsy attire. John Henry Moore stood on her other side, his eyes staring Michael down. Violet could feel the anger coursing across the room. She let her hands brush Michael’s letting him know she was there.

“Let’s begin the festivities.” Cordelia waved a hand as mist began to fill the room. The sun had finally set outside. When Violet squinted her eyes, she could see figures moving through the mist, leaving the house for their yearly haunting.

She felt a hand clasp her elbow. Michael leaned down, his lips lingering on her ears. “Let’s get out of here.”

Violet nodded, following Michael out of the room. She laughed as they ran down the streets, far from the witchy doings at the Academy. They blended into the crowds that filled the streets. Children ran around waiting for their sugar rush to run out. Teens sauntered down the streets, looking for trouble to get into.

Michael stopped in front of a house that was booming with music. Flashing multicolored lights filled each window. College kids fell out of every door, stumbling drunk despite how early it was.

Michael turned to Violet, an evil smirk playing on his lips. “Want to have some fun?”

The house was crowded and reeked of alcohol. Drinking games and drugs seemed to fill every room. Someone put two red solo cups in her hands. “Chug!” The drunk frat boy yelled, forcing the cup to her lips. Violet drank them both, letting the warm drink fill her stomach. Michael disappeared somewhere, leaving Violet to wander the house. Someone refilled her drink every time it emptied. Couples made out in one room, people snorted something white in another, and some kid was dancing on the roof.

As the alcohol began to fill her blood, the room began to spin. Violet found herself in a room with people dancing. She moved through the crowd, letting her body take over. Her hips swayed to the music as she let her arms float through the air. She was sure she looked ridiculous but the alcohol made her care less and less. She felt a body press against her back. Some guy in a Scream mask as thrusting his hips against Violet’s. She pushed away stumbling into a familiar red cloak.

Michael glared at the man, a strange gray look crossing his face. The boy ran off, and Violet swore she heard him vomit in the next room. The music filled her ears. Feeling brave, Violet threw her hands around Michael’s neck and began to dance to it.

Michael simply watched as Violet danced with him. He was awkward at first, barely moving to the beat. But as Violet coaxed him to loosen up, he let his hands rest on her hips. Violet let her hands tangle in Michael’s hair as she rested her head on his chest. His heart beat was rabid. She breathed in his scent. He smelled of fire and brimstone.

“Can you keep a secret?” Despite the loud music, Violet heard him clear as day.

Violet looked Michael in the eye. Her body felt warm and her fingers tingled. “I can.”

Michael leaned close. His breath tickled her cheeks. All she wanted was to close her eyes and lean into him.

“I’m the son of Satan.”

Violet stared into Michael’s eyes. Nothing in them held any humor. His serious demeanor made her heart race even faster. She let her mind wander to all that had happened. What did it mean if she were made for the Song of Satan?

Her arms tightened around his neck. “I know.” She whispered back.

Michael’s lips pressed against hers. They were soft and barely grazed hers. All the world disappeared as Violet pulled him closer. She took control, letting her emotions fill her whole being. Michael’s hands ran up and down her back as he felt her pull closer.

Michael pulled back, his eyes focused close to hers. “Follow me.”

Michael led her upstairs. They found their way to the roof, where they could see all of New Orleans. Michael sat on the edge of the roof, his legs dangling off the edge. Violet sat next to him, her feet pulled under her to fight the chill. She let her fingers graze Michael’s, an electric shock filling her whole body.

“So,” Violet looked out to the town. The lights of the houses making it look like stars on earth. “Son of Satan huh?”

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New chapter of Made for Him coming out tonight!