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You're the only one I have–Alexi Romanov (AHS apocalypse)

Summary: the reader and her brother are brought out of their unfortunate deaths by Mallory he relishes in the fact they're alive but as he sees his sister's condition worsening he begs the witches to do anything.

Warnings: Self harm, cuts, (so viewers discretion advised and if anyone needs someone to talk to I'm here) medical conditions, mentions of death

Requested: yes by @anyadouc44

Alexei's POV

"Go get your sister now and take her down to basement we'll be safe down there." My father orders.

I nod rushing to my sister's room. I don't bother knocking as I barge in. "Wake up y/n you need to wake up." I shake her awake.

Y/n fell asleep in yesterday's clothing her sleeping position leaving her thighs exposed I look at the fresh wounds on her body. A mix of pain and anger grow within me at my little sister doing this to herself.

But I mustn't get distracted. My father sent me to bring her downstairs.

So I wake her up and lead her downstairs to the basement.

"What are we doing down here with them." my sister looks towards the guards.

"They'll protect us." I assure.

As I lead her into the corner of the basement my sisters gaze fixates on one of the guards. "He's not here protect us."

Just as I ask her what she means the guards pull their weapons on my family and someone appears in front of y/n seemingly materialising from nothing I take a step back.

Y/n POV

"Can you understand me." A woman crouches down to me.

As I start coughing, unable to respond, I nod.

“My name’s mallory and I’m here to help you otherwise you won’t survive this night.”

There’s something about her that makes my throat clear and my chest loosen she takes my hand and starts the chant with me a purple screen comes up to protect me and my family. The image of her slowly starts to glitch.

“What’s happening.” I ask her panicked.

She doesn’t reply to me directly.

Before she disappears, she pulled me into her arms and I have my brother’s hand the next thing I know I’m being pulled up in a bathtub.

Mallory takes a deep breath as she sits up. I look around at all the unfamiliar faces. The only person who is familiar to me is my brother. I start relentlessly coughing my chest hurts. My brother quickly pulls me out of the water.

“ you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.” my brother repeats quietly while trying to drain the water out of my wavy brown hair, the end of the pink bow wet.

“Do you have something I could dry her with” my brother asked.

The girl that saved us handed him a towel.

What are they doing here? They’re not supposed to be,” a voice questions in the background.

“I don’t know,” Mallory answers.

“Well take them back.” Another person chimes in

I cough so hard little bit of blood come up on my hand as I cover my mouth.

Mallory comes over and put her hands on my chest. It’s warm and soothing The coughing subsided. “What are you doing?”

“Shh it’s gonna be okay. I’m going to help you.”

*Time skip for three weeks*

Alexei’s POV

It’s been three weeks in this seemingly modern world. Mallory has stuck to her word and has helped us. Mallory is a witch. I didn’t believe in witches. I always just thought my sisters intuition was a gamble. The other witches aren’t happy with Mallory. Apparently she pulled us from the past.

My sister‘s cough and her condition has deteriorated. We’ve kept her warm She done everything we’re supposed to. Mallory and another witch named Madison helped her get warm clothes but I still stay in my uniform.

I walk in to y/n’s room the covers are pulled back just passed her thighs and I see her with a razor blade “ what are you doing?” I ask not in a particularly harsh time but it’s caught her off guard.

“N-nothing,” she stammers.

I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say. I just take the blade from her put tissues on her legs and put pressure on. “ you know you bleed more than everyone else.”

Y/n nods at me while coughing.

I use one of my hands to bring her forward and put a pillow behind her back. I look back down at her thighs. “I really wish you didn’t do that to yourself. We’ve been through a lot. Sister you’re the only one I have left. It’s just me and you in this new world.”

“ just you.” She tries to clear her throat.

I look at her waiting for her to explain

“ the history book Alexei I picked it up. We’re not supposed to live in this timeline reality and I have a feeling I won’t.”

“You will and I promise you, you will mallory is going to help us just like she promised and you’re gonna be okay. You’re going to be healthy.”

My sister shrugs with tears in her eyes. “The other witches won’t allow it.”

I hold her hand desperately trying to get her to believe my words. “I’ll convince them I will I’ll make them see that they’re wrong.” She continues coughing. You need to get some rest I’ll be here when you wake up, and y/n”

“Yes, big brother”

“ don’t quit on me just yet.” I walked downstairs to the other witches

I can hear Mallory arguing with them. “They just children she counters.”

“ but they are not supposed to live in this timeline.” The crazy redhead counters. I haven’t bothered to learn any of their names. Other than Mallory and Madison. The others seem to want to send us to our dooms.

“But I’m the supreme I have the power,” Mallory says.

“You are the next supreme. I am the supreme.” A blonde head at the head of the table says.

“So you’re fine with Michael bringing me out of hell taking Queenie out of the Cortez but saving two innocent kids is too much, hell she’s a witch” another blonde argues.

“ that is exactly why we must let her die. It was nature correcting itself. The world was not ready for the kind of power she had so they gave her something that would kill her. It’s balance.” The crazy redhead argues again.

I stepped forward. I’ve read your history. You also have died and you were brought back. Why is my sister not allowed the same grace?”

None of the witches say anything.

“She’s my baby sister. She’s 11. We don’t have any other family and from speaking to Mallory. Sending us back is almost impossible without the consequences. Please don’t send her to her death either way i’ll trade my life for hers if I have to”

When I say that Mallory stands to my side, her voice is full of conviction. “No you don’t have to do that.”

“Mallory, what you’re doing will have consequences.” One of them warn.

“With Michael’s attack, we’ve already lost countless witches so this is me preserving life and if you have an issue with that it’s your problem but I will not be remembered as the supreme who let another witch die for nothing” when Mallory speaks it sounds final.

“Even with the power of supreme body still has to take its course she will die.”

“Then I will bring her back when I need that happens I promised I would help them and I don’t break my word not to people, not to fellow witches, and certainly not to kids” Mallory takes my hand leading the way back up to my sister.

Maybe in this new world, we can finally live my sister can have a happy healthy life with me she’s the only one I have left

The end

Authors note. I haven’t done a request in a year I took a break while writing my own book anyway I love you guys and request are open.

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For who YOU are– Michael Langdon AHS apocalypse

Summary: after Cordelia kills Ms mead Michael Langdon kills the other witches but takes the reader hostage when he sees that the others have escaped. For the first time in Michael’s life, someone wants to know what he wants.

Warnings: kidnapping, being held hostage, Burning someone at the stake, swearing, talk of abuse.

Word count: 1.6+

Tags: @ajokeformur-ray

Y/n POV

“where did you guys go?” I say to everyone that's just walked in the door.

“To take care of a problem, dear” Myrtle says.

“and is there a reason why you went without me but everyone else” I asked.

I take a look at Zoe, Madison, queenie, Mallory and Cordelia they're all dressed in black.

“ You burnt someone at the stake didn't you” I accuse.

“Yes y/n if you must know we burnt someone at the stake” Cordelia walked passed me.

“Who” I asked.

Cordelia hasn't really spoken to me or has been really arrogant since Michael came into our lives apparently I'm the only one here that doesn't see him what everyone else says he is.

“Who” I yelled.

“the old lady with the black hairstyle” Madison answers.

“Ms. Mead you killed Ms. why on earth would you do that” I freak out.

“To show Michael that I’m done messing around with him” Cordelia says

Taking her by surprise I put both of my hands on the side of her head and forced myself into her memories.

Flashes, the burning, the smell of charred flesh.

“I will kill you all” Michael promised.

I take my hands off of Cordelia.

“I am your supreme you may have gifts that the others don’t but you will not use them on me” she orders.

“Some supreme you are you’ve practically signed our death certificates with that you do understand right? At least Fiona would’ve made a truce with him” I yell.

“Do not use my mother against me y/n” Cordelia scolds.

“I have gifts you don’t that is correct it’s also why I told you not to attack Michael everything I saw everything I warned you about” I told Cordelia.

“What you saw maybe true but that side of Michael is long gone I gave him a chance today and he turned it down” Cordelia replied.

“Of course he did you killed the one person he thought who loved him what did you think that you were going to walk off arm in arm, embrace the coven that killed the closest thing to he ever had to a mother. I don’t think he would want to bake cookies with you Cordelia” I spat

“I’m strong enough to take him y/n” Cordelia says.

“That’s a laugh” I smiled.

I turned around to walk back up the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going Missy?” Cordelia questioned.

“To paint my nails so that they’re fresh for my inevitable death, are you coming Madi? I invite her.

“No, this shits crazy I’m out for what it’s worth y/n I hope you live you’re the only one I like around here.” She walks out the front door.

“When Michael comes here and trust me he will. I won’t fight him and I won’t protect you” I warn

I walked upstairs.

Red.

Red I think is a fantastic colour to paint your nails before you die. I think painting them black is just a little on the nose.

It has started my blood runs cold I can hear the witches downstairs especially the younger ones calling out for me. But if I have any chance of being able to really meet Michael for who he is I can’t do anything. So I put my headphones on and paint my last nail.

I look up when I smell the metallic scent that blood gives off.

Michael stands at my door my breath hitches. It’s different looking into Michael’s eyes they’re look hardened much unlike the sweet past version I saw him as in murder house. However they still have the Same jaded look on his face

He stands there for a moment before racing towards me I only flinch when he blows black dust into my face.

Floating? I feel I’m floating I don’t open my eyes I’m too tired and strangely I’m at peace.

I feel someone put me on what feels like a wooden chair and put something on my wrist.

My head rolls forward and I wake up.

“Thank Satan I thought you were going to sleep forever then you wouldn’t have been very helpful to me” Michael says.

“Yeah well that stuff smells like goats ass” I say half smart.

“No that would be me actually” he tells me.

Now that he says that it gives me a moment to take in his appearance disheveled, dirty but mostly he looks broken.

“Listen Michael I know you’re going through a hard time–“ I start.

“A hard time your witches killed my Ms mead and now you’re going to help me” he yells.

“I’m not going to be much help to you” I say quietly.

“You will help me whether you like it or not” he towers over me.

To my surprise I don’t quiver when he stands over me.

“You see when the witches when they notice you’re gone they will have to come out of hiding and look for you” he tells me.

“No they won’t we got into a disagreement. I’ve been arguing with the coven for months now” I disagree with him.

There’s a look in his eyes that proves he wants to believe me but some part that thinks he can’t after everything he’s been through.

I struggle with the rope’s around my wrists. They start burning.

“They’re cursed ropes they won’t hurt you unless you try to escape” he says.

In this moment I found that interesting he doesn’t intend to hurt me. I stop resisting and relax.

“You say that the coven has had a disagreement with you. What could possibly cause that much of a rift that they wouldn’t protect their own” he asks me.

Michael sits down on a wooden box waiting for my answer.

“You, we had a disagreement about you” I answered hesitantly.

He leans forward slightly, “what about me?”

“They think you’re evil” I answered.

Michael seems suspicious for a moment, “you don’t”

I shake my head.

“Why” he scoffs.

“Because after you performed the seven wonders and the extra challenges Cordelia made us look into you. She sent Madison and I to the house you grew up in”

“What did you find there?. Did you find whatever proof you were looking for?” He seems intrigued.

“The others found what they needed to crucify you but I don’t agree with them” I answered honestly.

“If you went looking then you would have also found that I am the Antichrist” he says.

“But that doesn’t make you evil Michael it makes you powerful. I know about your upbringing, about Constance’s abuse, trying to get to know Tate as your dad and your interesting relationship with Ben. Michael I know a lot about you and I understand it but everyone your entire life has done nothing but force their opinions on you” I say softly.

He takes a moment to comprehend everything I just said to him.

“So you know full well everything I am so you understand why I’m so upset about Ms. Mead she is the one person who didn’t force anything on to me” he says softly.

I sighed. He hasn’t realised it yet but she was using him too.

“Don’t suggest otherwise to me don’t lie to me” he orders.

“Michael I’m not I promise to you I’m not” I tell him.

He seems to be waiting for an explanation.

“I have a particular gift that allows me to adsorb a memory and share it with other people would it be okay if I could share it with you” I asked him.

“That’s a trick I know better than that do not take me for a fool. You just want me to untie your hands” he says.

“No, Michael I use touch to transfer the memory using touch. I don’t want you to untie my hands until you’re ready, until you trust me and only then. I’m asking for permission to touch you” I explain.

He walks over to me and kneels down to my level, “do whatever you have to do, show me”

I lean forward the smell doesn’t really bother me anymore. I lean forward far enough that I’m barely touching him. I just need confirmation that he’s okay with this.

He stares at me with his blue eyes that seem to be staring into my soul. “Y/n it’s okay, kiss me.” This is the first time he’s said my name.

My lips touch his and lock my touch is as light as feather. I whisper the spell I need to to show him the memory.

He stays there absolutely shocked for a moment tearing and shaking.

He quickly undoes the ropes.

“I don’t even know what to say as shocking as it is I am thankful for the truth how can I thank you,what can I do for you ” he tells me.

Tears slide down his face.

I hug him. “Michael I want to get to know you for who you are.

The end

Author’s note this is my first post on my new account hope you like it. Anyway this is inspired by a conversation I had with a friend sorry I didn’t get to it sooner I’ve been busy

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