#michael langdon drabble

[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..."

[baezen]

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CHARACTERS

THE PITT: jack abbot, michael robinavitch, frank langdon

MARVEL: bucky barnes, matt murdock, frank castle, joaquin torres, robert reynolds

i'm trying to get back into the swing of things and thought this would be fun!

fics will be roughly 500 words (unless i get carried away).

drabble day will be april 26th

[orienteddreamerrr]

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.

Who would be interested???

@enchantedruin

@lisboncy

@april-bandu-embata

@starlightlangdon

@langdxn

[redroses07]

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.

[ebodebo]

— THE PITT MASTERLIST ⋆｡°✩

all works are 18+ MDNI!

ᯓ★ Dr. Michael Robinavitch

— DRABBLES

Comforting you after a patient death… ˙⋆✰ angst

Being very professional during a checkup… ˙⋆✰ smut

ᯓ★ Dr. Jack Abbott

— ONESHOTS

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

— DRABBLES

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

Shameless smut in the lab! ˙⋆✰ smut, angst, & fluff

—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

@ebodebo - all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost, or translate any of my original work. none of my work is permitted to be reposted on any other platform.

[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

[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.

[wroteclassicaly]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, lovely! @morningberriesao3

1) How many works do you have on AO3? - Unsure of the exact number, but 20+?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? - Unsure, but I know 100,000 +?

3) What fandoms do you write for? - American Horror Story, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Shameless, Stranger Things, Buffy & Angel.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - Ah, shit. Now I have to go find them, 😂

She’s Trouble

Untitled Steve fic

Ripe

And then the rest have just been drabbles, other stuff, etc.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - I try to! If I don’t get them all it’s because I get overwhelmed!

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - Would have to be a tie between these three:

Get Going, Or Get Lost, I Won’t Stand By, Walk Until You Belong

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - The ones that aren’t angsty 😂 I think this one.

8) Do you get hate on fics? - Oh yeah, lmao.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - All kinds. Rough, soft, funny, angsty, fluffy, hate, comfort, slow, fast, hard, etc.

10) Do you wrote crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written? - Not really. I had a Michael Langdon and Jack Kline crossover planned with a reader, but I never got to it. :/

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Multiple times, lol.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - Once.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Yes!

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? - Gallavich and Steddie.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - My Gator x ex-best-friend!reader fic. All of them, really… haha.

16) What are your writing strengths? - I think I’m good at smut and describing things.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - I struggle with grammar (I love commas, lol) and dialogue.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - Go for it!

19) First fandom you wrote for? - Buffy. But online? American Horror Story.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? - That would be all three of my top five most kudos fics! Well… the three of them! See above! I’m also in love with some of the WIP’s I’ve worked on.

No pressure tags: @loveshotzz @dandelioninajungle @moonbeamsandmayhem @corrodedcorpses @courtingchaos @jo-harrington @prettyboyeddiemunson @littledemondani @aphrogeneias @onegirlmanytales @bettyfrommars @lofaewrites @carolmunson @succubusmunson @pastel-pillows @andvys @groubee @myosotisa @stevenose @palmtreesx3 @thornsnvultures @eddiemunsonspantschain @word-wytch @justmeinadaze @lonelysatellites whoever else wants to!

[jinxyslilsinden]

READ ME BEFORE YOU GO DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!! SUPER IMPORTANT!!

[18+, minors DNI] she/her. older than you, probably. occasional writer and self-proclaimed spicy disaster. mom friend ™ and spooky little gremlin. always down to read, hmu with fics pls and thanks in advance. ღ jinxy.

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{ shorter pieces }

♡ filth / fluff / sappy alphabets

♡ headcanons, nsfw or sfw

If you’re requesting alphabets, please tell me whether you want sweet, spicy or sappy so I’ll know. To keep myself from getting overwhelmed, one character and three letters maximum per ask.

If you’re requesting headcanons, the more specific you are, the more it’ll help me. Be as specific as the character limit for an ask will allow. One character per ask, please? Just so it’s not confusing for me. 

{ longer pieces }

♡ one shots, nsfw or sfw

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As far as one-shots or drabbles go, feel free to send me random song lyrics / a quote or a line of dialogue or something like that. Definitely feel free to send me a lil scenario that’s been itching your brain, as detailed as you can make it. I’ll even take a picture + whatever character you’re asking for if it’s easier for you..

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[ fandoms / characters i write for ]

bolded print = favorite character / writer preference aka, these are the characters I either love / have written before or have fallen in love with / would love to write for.

American horror story

Tate Langdon

Michael Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

Dandy Mott

Bobby Richter II

Csi miami / vegas

Eric Delko

Ryan Wolfe

Tim Speedle

Greg Sanders

Warrick Brown

Criminal minds

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Gotham

Jerome Valeska

Marvel

Winter Soldier / Bucky Barnes

Captain America / Steve Rogers

Hawkeye / Clint Barton

Thor

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Eddie Brock

Starlord / Peter Quill

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Topper Thornton

Pro wrestling 

Adam Page

Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose

Jay White

Edge/Cope

MJF

Baron Corbin

Drew McIntyre

Roman Reigns

Pete Dunne

Jeff Hardy

Punisher

Frank Castle

Billy Russo

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Juice Ortiz

Chibs Telford

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Tommy Hagan

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Gareth Emerson

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

The Walking Dead

Negan

Daryl Dixon

Shane Walsh

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[ before you request ]

♡ my absolutely nots are rape and incest or crazy large age gaps ( ex: a 35 yr old with a 21 year old dating them ). Any asks containing these topics will be deleted.

♡ i write on my own chaotic timetable. I have a busy life offline and that’s always going to come before this. If patience isn’t your virtue, it’s advised to find another writer to take on your request.

♡ unless specified by you, any reader/you I write is female / will not have any clearly defined physical features, etc.. If you want me to write a specific reader, whether it’s gender / super specific looks or otherwise, it’s probably a good idea, otherwise I’ll be sticking to what I know best and wherever my own muse takes me.

♡ i go with whatever pulls my muse and attention the strongest. If i get a request and I feel like I can’t do it justice, I reserve the right to turn it down. This is rare but it does happen.

♡ i write my own interpretations on a character. If my take on a character bothers you, it costs zero dollars to either a) go try it yourself or b) go find somebody whose version of the character lines up a little more closely with your own. 

[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.”

[syven-siren]

Nighttime Interruptions

Summary: Michael and the reader are in desperate need of alone time but a certain monster get in the way. (Michael Langdon x Female!Reader)

Warnings: Smut and domestic fluff

Requested by anon: "Could you make an imagine where Micheal Langdon and fem reader are in the middle of nasty sex and y'alls daughter wakes up catching you both in the act, but Michael puts her back in bed and she questions you both in the morning on what daddy was doing to mommy?"

Short gasps leave your bruised lips and a light sheen of sweat does little to cool your heated flesh. As another sharp thrust pitches your legs further apart, your fingernails claw at the shoulders of your lover.

“Michael,” You whimper, something he never will tire of hearing.

His teeth bite harshly at the skin of your neck, leaving a string of red along the way. You clench around his member relentlessly, needily. Each time, it causes him to groan in appreciation. Michael pulls away from you, admiring your disheveled appearance.  

“Look at me.”

You do as he commands, your eyes meeting as he pounds into you roughly. Your toes curl, the coil in your stomach tightening. Gnawing your lower lip, you struggle to maintain eye contact. You’re so close and Michael doesn’t seem too far behind you as his hips stutter every few thrusts.

“M-mommy?”

Pushing Michael off suddenly, you throw the forgotten sheet around both your bare bodies. Michael teeters on the edge of the bed, grumbling under his breath.

“I can’t sleep,” Your daughter’s trembling voice pierces the air as she walks further in, “There’s a monster under the bed.” This incessant monster has haunted your daughter’s dreams for the past month and now seems to be interrupting your own nightly habits. “Can you check, please?”

Although agreeing to her request, you find it difficult to move. Your legs feel like jello and your hips ache as you struggle to get off the bed.

“Stay, (Y/N). You need a break,” Michael chuckles lowly. You easily catch the meaning of his words. “Come along, my little dove. Let’s chase those monsters away.”

You smile, watching the two exit the room. Falling back onto the bed, you gather your energy as your body tingles awaiting Michael to return. Unsure of how much time has passed, you are drawn from your quiet moment by large hands caressing your curves and soft lips trailing along your jaw.  

“Now where were we…”  

.

.

.

“Good morning, little one.” He kisses (Y/D/N)’s forehead before turning to give you one, “Morning, my love.”

“Good morning,” you and (Y/D/N) return.

The morning moves by slowly. Breakfast and conversation are passed around the dining table, only broken up by the soft giggles of your daughter.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“What were you and mommy doing last night?”

You sputter, setting down your coffee and glancing at Michael. A small mischievous glint forms in his eye.

"Don’t," You mouth to him. He always has to see how far he can push the limits of your mortification.

“We were-”

“Wrestling,” You say pointedly, glaring at your husband.

“Yes, wrestling,” Michael chuckles at your embarrassment.

“When can I wrestle someone?” She asks innocently, not understanding the context of her words.

“When you're older.”  “Never.”

It’s now your turn to laugh at Michael’s discomfort. Your daughter begins to ramble on about Michael's unfairness. And much to your enjoyment, he battles her on the topic. He calls on you to help address the issue. Instead, you kiss his cheek and inform him that he is all on his own.

[hecohansen31]

okay but king!michael langdon, hiring a painter to paint him, and the reader arrived, prepared with all their materials. except, michael wants the reader to paint him as he jerks off 🥵🥵🥵

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Sorry for taking quite some time with this ask!

And before I leave you, I just wanted to denounce myself with saying that this is highly unhistorically accurate, although I just wanted to give some shoutouts to badass Reinassance and Maniersm artist ladies: Sofonisba Angussola, without whom we wouldn’t have Caravaggio and the infamous Artemisia Gentileschi (I have seen live the ‘Judith kills Oloferne’ and let me tell you... IT IS FUCKING GORGEOUS!).

Also the iconography of Michael is taken from ‘San Michael catches from Heaven the fallen angels’ by Domenico Beccafumi,

A lot of women artists were also given by the place I study at, for which I am very proud!

This is all (sorry I just had to give an history lessons, because I love art history!), have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Historically Inaccurate, Art, Mention of Sex-Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism.

Being asked to paint a cardinal was a great honor for your father, no matter how much he tried to dissimulate his talent and his ambition with a soft smile and a wave of hand.

He could think that Rome wasn’t much, but you were enthralled by its beauty, the golden shining and the ruins standing tall no matter how much time had passed.

And then you had met cardinal Michael Borgia, the man who your father would have to portray in his time in Rome, the arriving point of his career, after he had started in a small city in the center of Italy, painting mostly churches and altar paintings.

But for you, it’d be a starting point.

Girls were always supposed to ‘work’ as dutiful mothers and daughters, if not wives, by a certain time, as they grew old enough to bear children, but when your mother had died when you were nothing but a child, your father had grown you as a boy, and as his rightful heir in the artistic surroundings.

He had taken in you as his rightful apprentice, and he had insisted that you followed him to Rome to sketch the cardinal in order for him then to complete the drawing.

You knew that if you did well, your father might even make you direct some of the works in his shop, coordinating with him.

And maybe one day, you’d be the one called in to paint a cardinal.

‘I hope so, little flower’ he had smiled, kissing your forehead before you set up in your small private rooms inside the Borgia palace.

So, you couldn’t help but feel extremely nervous when you had your first sitting with the cardinal, knowing perfectly how haughty cardinals could be, acting as if they owned the place.

And Michael Borgia wasn’t an exception.

He appeared in his red robes, smirking teasingly at you as you bowed at him, although surprise also shone on his face, evidently not used to female painters.

Many weren’t hence why your father hid you.

“Your Sanctity” you uttered breaking the uncomfortable silence as you moved slightly to show him the sitting chair, so that you could go back to hiding yourself behind your canvas, checking the colors and the brushes, till the cardinal coughed lightly to obtain your attention “… is there something wrong, my lord?”.

“I just thought that the great Francesco Savini would have been a man, not a gorgeous woman” you were damnably ashamed by the flush on your cheeks at his compliment.

You weren’t classically beautiful, even less in your work clothes, composed by pants and a light shirt, enough to allow you easier movements, so that you could comfortably paint and give your best.

“… my father is Francesco” you squeaked almost as a little mouse “… I am (Y/N) Savini, and I’ll take the first sketch of you, and then my father will complete the drawing”.

He looked at you curiously as if you were a new toy solely for him.

Ready to be broken.

And the thing made you feel extremely uneasy, although you hid it, backing up further till you hit your own sitting chair.

“… naturally that will be, if you don’t have a problem with me sketching you, monsignore”.

He shook his head lightly, his elegant curls softly catching the light of the first hours of the day, since you had insisted to set yourself up in a room with a huge window when the sun was at its peak in order to be helped in conjuring the man’s unearthly beauty.

Although he wasn’t as famous as his dark brother Cesare, Michael Borgia was known for his heavenly appearance and you could confirm it with the way his hair shone with the natural light and his eyes pierced through you in an almost feline gaze.

Certainly, he had a predatory gaze in them.

“No no, it won’t be a problem” you had expected him to protest, insist that he would like immediately to meet up with your father.

That he couldn’t trust an apprentice.

A woman even more.

But he simply sat down on the chair and you immediately went back to your canvas, sketching the beginning scheme, till you heard again the rustling of robes and thought nothing of it, thinking that the cardinal was simply getting himself comfortable, but the rustling continued and you peaked lightly your head from the canvas.

And found out that he had discarded the upper part of his robe, leaving his chest naked, something which made you open your mouth, at first for surprise but then to take in the lean physique of the beautiful angel.

A painting of your own appeared in your mind, but soon your mouth found the ability to speak and you blurted out.

“… what are you doing, your sanctity?”.

He simply sent you a small smirk, but moved his hand away from the lower robes, something for which you were thankful, because his hips were already distracting enough.

“Hasn’t your father told you about what I asked of him for this portrait?” his tone now was damnably shaming, as if he was talking to someone beneath him “… I asked him to paint me as ‘Saint Michael pushing out of Heaven the rebellious angels’ and if I am not wrong…”.

He had smirked softly then and opened his plump lips to complete the phrase, but you didn’t catch the sound, too focused on the perfect shade of them.

“…  angels are naked, aren’t they?”.

Not exactly.

It mostly happened if they were children or if they were simple models.

You, yourself, had studied the human anatomy on model, both males and females, much to your embarrassment, but to paint such a beautiful and powerful man, naked…

… it almost suffocated you.

“… oh yeah… ahem… but not completely naked” ‘please just spare me this’.

“I’ll keep my most intimate bits to myself, don’t worry lady Savini” he promised, and you just took a deep breath, remembering yourself that you just needed to be professional.

If not for your big occasion, to avoid your father any kind of shame.

“Thank you, my lord” you hid behind the canvas, gently relaxing yourself with the thought of your father’s praise “… whenever you are ready let me know and I’ll start”.

“Of course, lady Savini” he had promised with a smart smirk, before rustling of fabric had emptied the awkward silence between you two “… I am ready”.

And again as you had moved to face him, your breath had been stolen by your mouth and although he had indeed kept himself covered with a soft piece of white fabric his entire body was exposed to you and you couldn’t help but blush, again calming your breath with a deep huff before you started to sketch the position, trying to focus on the more technical part of it.

“Have you ever done something like this, lady Savini?” you were used to vases of fruits who didn’t speak so you couldn’t help but be startled as the man behind the canvas spoke to you and you almost made the pencil in your hands fall, grabbing it at the last second.

“… something like what, your sanctity?” you asked unsure, hiding further in yourself, as you traced sudden lines.

“There is no need for such formalities, when you have seen me almost naked, lady Savini” he insisted, although his tone was damnably teasing “… and I mean if you have ever done a portrait or if I am your first”.

The tone with which he had pronounced the words sounded downright sinful and you couldn’t help but blush, nodding almost as if he could see you.

“You are my first” your voice spoke with innocence “… portrait… I haven’t… men don’t take kindly to women ‘stealing their jobs’ “.

You almost wanted to eat back all you had said, but he simply laughed out loud.

“… on that I can agree, lady Savini”.

“Just call me (Y/N)” you mumbled softly, since he had been graceful enough to avoid the formalities and you weren’t exactly a lady “… and I am glad we can see eye to eye”.

“I do think so too” again that sensual smirk, as if his tone had a secretive undertone he was sharing simply with you “… I do like the fact that the person who portrays me has to have my same sense of things”.

“I’ll try to do my best” and then you joked softly, to alleviate the tense air “… and the talent of an artist should also be coordinated with the ability of the model”.

Michael laughed genuinely and you couldn’t help but love that soft laugh, almost scared of being heard.

And then you went back to studying his features, till you had the sketch down to a t, only the face being left outside of your drawing, making you wonder constantly about what you had to do to make it all better.

And Michael caught your uneasiness.

“Is something wrong?” you raised your gaze from the canvas, looking at him in the eyes and wondering what you could change.

“… I am just… I am just having trouble with the face” you hoped he wouldn’t take it as a personal offence, but Michael simply smirked “… I just don’t understand how… I can’t choose which one is the best”.

“… then let me help you”.

And then before you were able to understand what was happening, Michael reached softly under the white fabric, pushing it a bit further up in order for him to touch under the fabric… down there.

In a shameful gesture that looked so free and natural.

“I might have an idea” and even under the fabric you could see his hand tugging himself, in a way that sounded so obscene yet so damnably alive “… shouldn’t he look like he just received the ecstasy of God?”.

You didn’t know what to say, but he just kept on gently pushing his member to swell under the fabric, till its silhouette was visible.

And it made you lose any breath from your lungs.

And your inspiration suddenly spiked up, as your hand found itself on your pencil quickly tracing the gorgeous shape of Michael’s biting lips, and the way his eyes brightened just before darkening as he brought himself over the edge.

And you caught that delicious shapes of his eyebrows scrunching rather ungraciously, although it made the entire painting damnably human and as you shot a look at the canvas…

… you understood it was the best thing you would have ever painted.

[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???)

[ahsbitch]

Pretty Boy (Part 1)---Hawthorne!Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 666 (Seriously, isn’t that hilarious?) 

Summary: Hawthorne & Robichaux are doing a student exchange program. Reader is going to be attending Hawthorne for a while, with Michael acting as her guide there. I feel like there’s not all that much I need to say in terms of summary I’m pretty sure y’all can pick up on where this is headed

Warnings: None, at least not in this part. Cursing. 

A/N: This was gonna just be one normal length oneshot but then I was checking my word count thus far and it was 666 and that made me laugh so I decided to post this first part as a drabble, and then in total it’ll just be like two or three parts. 

Hawthorne Academy was certainly a strange place.

You’d been there for about two and a half minutes, and that was all of an opinion you could form on it.  Of course, Robichaux’s wasn’t the most normal place in the world either. It had it’s own strange vibes, uncomfortable energy. But at least it wasn’t underground like Hawthorne.  Although there was something cool, aesthetically pleasing, about a literally underground school.  Still, you had a bad feeling prickling up the back of your neck as you walked alongside Cordelia. “Why are we here, again?” You muttered, more to yourself than to the witches walking with you. Cordelia gave you a look, shaking her head, “Be nice, Y/N. We’re lucky to have been welcomed so kindly. The invitation for an exchange program between our schools was an excellent bridge towards collaboration.” “And I’m so incredibly happy to study with warlocks,” You scowled, “But we all know that the reason they invited us here to begin the exchange, rather than coming to us with their exchange and delegates to pick me up, was because they wanted to show off.”   Zoe rolled her eyes, nudging you gently, “You’re right, Y/N, but that doesn’t mean you need to say it. Sometimes you can think things and just keep them in.” “I’m not a child, Zoe, I’m just a bitch. I know I can keep in the things that I think. I choose not to.”  “Y/N,” Cordelia said sharply, and you tensed, “We are grateful to be here. You are grateful to have been chosen for this exchange. Control the bitchiness.”  “Sorry Cordelia,” You murmured, blushing like a scolded child.  It was a pretty place, you’d give it that. The aesthetic was solid, even if the nervous prickle on your neck wasn’t going away.  Of course, it could be that you were anxious about meeting the new group of people and deflecting with aggression and sarcasm.  But you were going to ignore that thought.  “I’m just saying,” You spoke again after a moment, ignoring Zoe as she elbowed you in the ribs, “They told me that there was a guy I was going to be partnered with while I was here. To help me with the transition, and because he’s apparently the best student here, and I’m the best student at Robichaux, they think that we’ll be able to teach each other stuff. But they don’t really want that, y’know? Even if this guy is the best at this school, that makes him like, average at best at ours. They know he won’t be able to teach me anything. This guy will be someone with a pretty face, charming, able to absorb my information so that he can pass it on to everyone else here because they think they can someday be better than us. I can already feel the toxic masculinity in this place ruining my skin.” The three of you had reached a common area without you realizing, and when you finally stopped speaking and looked up, you saw several warlocks standing in front of you. Ah, shit.  One of them stepped forward, a smirk entrenched on his features. He was young, wearing the Hawthorne uniform, and there was something very drawing about his pale blue eyes and golden curls, something that contrasted very deeply with the aura he gave off. Fuck, he was hot. This was going to be annoying. “Michael Langdon,” He held his hand out for you to shake, teeth glinting in the dim light as he smiled at you, “I assure you, I’m much more than just charming. I think you’ll find me to be quiet capable.”  Regarding his hand coolly, you reached out after a moment.  He had a firm grip. Soft hands. It wasn’t a bad handshake. “Y/N Y/L/N,” You pulled away, looking at your palm for a moment before making intense eye contact with him, a challenge, “I look forward to seeing you try to prove it, pretty boy.” 

[multific]

True Happiness

Daddy!Michael Langdon x Mommy!Reader

Summary: Michael knows that his son is just like him, so when he grows up during the night, Michael is very interested to see his wife’s reaction.

A/N: This takes place after Outpost and in this Michael survives and fulfills his mission. Hope you like this! Enjoy~

 Your son, your tiny little son, who was born not too long ago, was now a grown-up man. Not to mention that he like almost exactly like his father.

Sure you should have expected this to happen, his father grew up very quickly as well. And there you stood, in his room, stunned that the little toddler you put to bed last night was now a teenager, although Michael warned you about the possibility of his son growing up just as quickly as he did, you hoped to have your son as a cute little man for a bit longer. But it seemed like his genes had other ideas.

You didn’t notice Michael walking towards you, he too, stopped and looked at his son. Even if he expected this to happen, he was still a bit stunned.

Michael watched you, he felt sorry for you, he hoped that you will not get angry. And he was more than surprised when you snapped out of your thoughts and went ahead to wake your baby boy up. Michael watched as you kissed your son and whispered with a sweet voice to him.

“Adriel, my darling, its morning, you have to get up.” Michael watched as the teen opened his eyes. Adriel, he choose that name it means follower of God, Michael choose it to mock God since he thought that naming the child Lucifer would be too in-your-face.

Michael followed your every move that day. He remembered his past and the way he grew up, and he wanted to make sure nor his son nor his wife would go through such horrible things.

But you were amazing. You still cared for Adriel like he was a toddler, and he could see it in the boy’s eyes that he very much enjoyed it. Michael had flashbacks all day, comparing how people treated him with the way you treated your son.

After lunch, while your child took a nap, he even asked you about it.

“Why can you accept and love him the way you do, when I was his age all I got was anger and yelled at.”

“Maybe because I love him? Like I actually try and I won’t push him away? Yes, he grew up and now his body is not a child’s but his mind is. Doesn’t matter how he looks like, he needs to learn values according to his age and the way he behaves.” Michael was stunned.

He knew you were an intelligent woman, he knew that from the moment he saw you and he fell in love. He remembers asking you or his father for proof that you actually love him and you weren’t just pretending so you can live.  Michael thought he got many proof for that in the past, when you saved him in Outpost or when you married him or when you gave him a child or when you just lay there on his chest, during the nights, thinking that he was asleep while you talked about how much you love him, but this, this was above it all. Your true and unconditional love for your child, the Antichrist’s child was meant more than anything else.

While some would try and kill or blame the child, you didn’t. You shoved the true qualities of a mother, something Michael never had and loved Adriel unconditionally.

After that, he looked at you with even more love, even more lust and even more care. He watched you interact with Adriel, the way you spoke with patience, love and care, the way you made the boy smile. Michael thought that he was happy in the past, like when his son was born, but no, as he watched you play with Adriel, he realized that this is what true happiness is.

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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.”