#platonic!Michael distortion x reader

[blackbleedingrose]

Long Lost Morningstar - Part Two

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): minor cursing.

Notes: This is the second installment of LLM. This one will be going more in depth in (Y/N)'s life in Heaven and her relationship with Michael and Charlie. I will also be working on another Hazbin mini series (the one I mentioned in my last post) so part three will take a little longer - so, please, bare with me.

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"This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos".

(Y/N) Demiugros have lived in Heaven her entire life among the archangels, seraphims, and winners (human souls who ascended into Heaven after they died).

She, herself, was a seraphim - one with very large and beautiful wings; six in total.

Her father, Michael, was one of Heaven's archangel's and one of the Seven Virtues. He was the one who had created her from stardust.

At least, those were the stories she's been told her whole life.

Though, it was strange. . .

Her father had crafted her in his likeness and yet the two couldn't be more different.

Not to say Michael was a complete stiff or was lacking any sense of humor - in fact, all of the archangels had their own strange quirks. (Y/N) loved being around them and often shared their humor.

The problem here was. . . her curiosity.

She was a naturally curious being and would often dream of things most of Heaven would frown upon - like six-winged ducks.

As a child her curiosity would sometimes get the better of her and she would try to venture beyond the archangel's castle (where she lived with Michael and the other archangels).

Of course, Michael was always there to stop her from wandering too far.

It became evident that (Y/N)'s curiosity and wonderous spirit would only get worse if he didn't stop it right there and then.

He didn't want her to end up like her real parents.

What (Y/N) didn't know was that almost everything she has ever known was a complete lie.

Or that Michael was not her real father/parent.

That title rightfully belonged to Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.

But, of course, no one who knew ever planned on telling her; so, instead they twisted the truth.

Michael told her all about what Lucifer and Lilith had done and how the two brought evil into humanity. An act that got them a one-way dropped elevator ride straight to Hell.

Obviously leaving out the part where Lucifer and Lilith were her real parents, and instead told her they were her estranged uncle and aunt.

He had hoped telling her this would stifle her growing curiosity and wandering enough to keep her out of trouble and from ending up exactly where his twin brother and his lover had all those years ago.

It also helped that ever since Lucifer and Lilith's trial, Heaven has been cracking down on teaching their residents obedience and the consequences of straying too far.

And for a long time it worked.

(Y/N) was one of Heaven's top students and a role model seraphim to all angels alike.

On the outside she was grace, obedience, and perfection personified - just as she was taught and just as Heaven wanted.

But on the inside, she was still that curious and wonderous spirit who would secretly write her dreams in a private journal she had to hide away in a pocket dimension with her magic.

(Y/N) yearned to venture outside of Heaven and explore all the different realms to see what they had to offer. Like the ones she's read from the books in Heaven's restricted section that she may or may not break into in the dead of night (she's a sneaky little sneaker :P).

Tales of archons, unique planets, and realms with distorted human desires would fill her head - her heart yearning to one day travel to those places herself.

But for now, her life was in Heaven as a role model seraphim whose curiosity and wandering was kept in check.

. . . Until she caught wind of the Princess of Hell's meeting by her fellow seraphim, Emily, during their weekly hangout.

(Y/N) was aware Lucifer and Lilith had a child born in Hell, but she never expected her demon cousin would ever be granted permission to enter Heaven.

She couldn't help but wonder what her cousin wanted with Heaven.

Whatever it was, it was big enough to warrant a whole trial with the Head Seraphim, Sera.

Oh, no - there goes her curiosity.

(Y/N) knew her father would frown upon her interacting with the daughter of the ones who damned humanity. . . but she couldn't help it! She really wanted to meet her cousin and see what she was like.

Maybe people in Hell weren't as bad as Heaven made them out to be.

Luckily for her, Emily was quite the chatterbox and told her all about how she and Sera were going to give a tour to the Princess of Hell and her partner, the hotel they were staying at, and the exact room number.

Before she went on her way, (Y/N) managed to get one of her doting simps friends to cover for her and her duties to avoid raising suspicion.

When Emily and Sera had finished talking to Heaven's demon guests and brought them to their hotel room, (Y/N) was hidden away in the hallway waiting until they left.

As soon as she was sure Sera and Emily were gone, (Y/N) quickly rushed to the door.

She silently psyched herself up before knocking.

Charlie and Vaggie, who were skeptical to hear a knock so fast, hesitantly opened the door.

"Uh. . . Hello?".

When Charlie opened the door she definitely wasn't expecting to see a very tall angel with long blonde hair, purple eyes, red cheek circle's, and a big smile on her pale face standing outside. For a moment Charlie could have sworn she was almost looking at her mother.

"Hello! You must be Charlie and Vaggie! Emily's told me all about you - well, the only things that she knew before meeting you. Haven't had the chance to ask her about you after meeting you, but since I'm here now I might as well as you yourselves!".

(Y/N) snapped out of her trailing thoughts and rambling, "Oh, shit! My bad! I got a little carried away and forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. My name is (Y/N). I'm a seraphim. It's so nice to finally meet you!"

Charlie and Vaggie had to recover from the whiplash of the seraphim's personality and onslaught of words. Not wanting to offend her and mess up her chance before the trial, Charlie invited (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) eagerly accepted and walked into the room admiring it - she's never been in a hotel before.

"So. . . why are you here?" Vaggie asked rather rudely suspicious of why a random seraphim would go out of their way to talk to people from Hell. "Vaggie!" Charlie whisper-yelled afraid she offended a potential high authority in Heaven.

"Oh, well, I was hoping to get a chance to meet you both. When Emily told me about how the Princess of Hell wanted a meeting in Heaven about her hotel to redeem sinners, I'll admit my curiosity was peaked and I knew I had to see who you were in person".

Charlie gasped, her eyes shining, "Does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate demons?!". Vaggie glared at the angelic being, "Why would a seraphim care to meet people like us?".

(Y/N) gave the two a gentle smile, "Well, I tend to be a naturally curious individual - which I'm sure you can imagine isn't something Heaven is too fond of. As for redeeming sinners - I'm not sure. Personally, I would love to see souls in Hell given the chance to be redeemed and enter Heaven. Especially the ones who truly do not deserve eternal damnation. Which is why I'm excited to see how your trial ends. Hopefully you have evidence to prove your hotel works. I mean, if the Princess of Hell is willing to vouch and put in the effort on giving sinners a better chance at an afterlife in paradise, then maybe not all demons are bad after all".

Charlie and Vaggie were awestruck. Sure, Emily was really nice but (Y/N) was the first angel to actually be willing to give them a chance. Charlie had tears in her eyes, "D-Do you really believe that?". (Y/N) smiled and laid her hand on Charlie's, "I do".

Charlie and Vaggie smiled at the seraphim. It was nice to see that there was one angel here in Heaven who wasn't going to shut them down right away - someone who genuinely supported their cause.

The three chatted some more - mainly Charlie and (Y/N) with Vaggie chiming in from time to time. Now that the three got more comfortable with each other, the conversation was going a lot smoother. Despite just meeting one another, Charlie and (Y/N) felt like they've known each other for years.

"So, what do you do here in Heaven?" Charlie asked (Y/N). "Oh! Well, I sometimes help the archangels with their duties, but I mainly work in court trials", (Y/N) answered. Charlie's eyes lit up, "Court trials?".

(Y/N) immediately caught on. She shook her head, "Oh, no. Not in the actual trials; that's for the higher seraphims. In this case, Sera and Emily. I'm just a stenographer and record keeper. I help keep and maintain the court records and sometimes record the trials in person".

Vaggie raised a brow, "A seraphim as a stenographer?". (Y/N) nodded, "It's actually a very important job. . . but, I won't lie and say it was my first choice for a job. It was my father's idea. His way of keeping me busy, entertained, and out of trouble".

Charlie blinked, "Oh! Who's your father?". (Y/N) bit her lip nervous, "This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos". Charlie and Vaggie's jaws dropped.

"Archangel Michael?! A-As in my dad's twin brother?!".

(Y/N) nodded fiddling nervously with her hands. Charlie did a double take, "Woah, woah! Wait! Then doesn't that make us-" "Cousins," (Y/N) confirmed. Charlie gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, "OMG! That's amazing!". (Y/N) smiled in relief, "Yeah. I guess it is".

"Who's your mom?" Charlie asked eagerly. "Oh, I don't have one," (Y/N) said rather casually. This made Charlie and Vaggie feel a bit bad, "Oh".

(Y/N) waved her hands, "Oh, it's not like that! I've never had one! You see most angels are typically created here in Heaven using stardust, which is how my father created me. He used his likeness and the female reference of Lilith - your mother. And thus, I was born".

"Oooh - that makes so much sense! Now, I understand why you look so familiar!" Charlie smiled at her newly found relative. She couldn't believe she had a cousin in Heaven. One so kind and beautiful.

(Y/N) was relieved at how fast Charlie accepted her. She was worried she might not be too fond of having an angelic relative.

Vaggie was a bit nervous to discover that (Y/N) was the daughter of a higher ranking angel, but it quickly went away when she saw how happy her and Charlie were talking to each other.

She's only known (Y/N) for a short while, but she truly believed the seraphim had no ill intentions towards them and genuinely wanted to get to know them.

In fact, (Y/N)'s personality reminded her a little of Charlie.

(Y/N) admired her cousin for her big heart and the confidence she had in her own dreams. She was ashamed to admit she was a little envious.

How she wished she could act on her dreams like her little cousin; but, Heaven would never allow it. Her father always had to remind her not to stray too far, or she might end up just like her uncle and aunt. . . Fallen.

This was why she had to always keep up appearances when she was in public. No one other than those closest to her knew of the dorky, cheerful, and quirky side of her personality. To everyone else she was poised, graceful, and elegant.

When Charlie had asked her about her dreams (Y/N) told her seraphims weren't allowed to dream, or at least have dreams that would go against Heaven's rules.

Despite trying to hide how much that bothered her, Charlie and Vaggie noticed the small shift in her behavior. They felt bad for her wishing Heaven could be more open minded.

(Y/N) quickly waved it off claiming she was okay and that she was used it. She understood her father just wanted to keep her safe and out of trouble.

Soon it was time for (Y/N) to go to avoid making her father suspicious of her whereabouts.

Before she left she and Charlie shared a tight loving hug. (Y/N) wished her good luck in her trial and that she would be rooting for her.

Hearing her cousin support her dream and wish her luck made Charlie feel a lot better about the trial.

Being around (Y/N) made her feel comfortable and safe. She felt familiar, which now makes sense seeing as the two were family.

Her dad couldn't be here, so it felt good knowing there was someone in her family here in Heaven who believed in her.

With those thoughts in mind, she was ready for the trial and positive she would change Heaven's mind and prove the hotel's credibility.

. . . Too bad things sometimes don't go as we hoped.

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@soobryu @kyo-kyo1 @miyako-night20 @charliecharlie65 @unknow-sama @myluckymoon @lbcreations-blog @moonchaos18

[another-lost-mc]

More than temptation awaits you at Purgatory Hall.

MICHAEL x SIMEON x RAPHAEL x gn!Reader, 2.4k words, NSFW.

Content warnings: Canon-typical vampire behaviour (biting/blood drinking). Dub-con and dark themes including manipulative behaviour, power imbalance, mind-altering magic. Dom/sub dynamics, teasing, masturbation, oral sex, overstimulation, praise kink, corruption kink, pet name used for Reader (little lamb). gn!Reader (they/them pronouns).

more from the vampire!au

You stare at the ceiling of Simeon’s bedroom. Moonlight peeks through the curtains on the far wall; it’s the only light to chase away the evening’s shadows. When you turn your head anxiously to look at the angels surrounding you, all you can see is the unnaturally bright glow of their irises, tinged red with bloodlust. Michael’s eyes are the clearest of the three, and he sounds calm but authoritative. Trustworthy. Simeon and Raphael don’t speak much but when they do, they sound raspy as if they’re parched and dying of thirst.

They are thirsty, aren’t they?

Simeon called you earlier and you were startled by how rough his voice sounded, the faint tremor that distorted his voice as he spoke. He begged for you to come between groans of pain, and you rushed to Purgatory Hall as quickly as you could. Neither of you realized Raphael was suffering in his own room and had already called the Archangel to inform him of what was happening. By the time you arrived, all three angels were present and were exposed to the mysterious infection.

“We need to quell their bloodlust before it’s too late and they lose complete control of their senses,” Michael warned you when you arrived. You could see for yourself that Simeon and Raphael’s conditions were deteriorating rapidly, their brows furrowed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. “I am only here to help them, the same as you. Please help us.”

Of course you wanted to help—that’s why you agreed to give them what they needed, if it would spare them pain and suffering. That’s why they led you to Simeon’s room and laid you on his bed, and why they started peeling away your clothes for better access to the blood in your veins. 

“You’re so brave, little lamb.”

Michael’s voice carries to you from somewhere near the foot of the bed. Simeon and Raphael work silently on either side of you. Raphael unbuttons your shirt so the collar is loose around your neck, and he rolls up your sleeves. Simeon unbuttons your jeans and taps your hip gently; you raise yourself off the bed so he can tug them off, and he lets them fall carelessly to the floor.

It would be a shame to ruin your nice clothes.

We want you to be comfortable.

The cool air on your bare skin makes you shiver. “You won’t be cold for much longer,” the Archangel promises.

In your secret, most depraved fantasies, you wondered what it might be like to have Simeon take you to his bed. You imagined it all sorts of ways: sweet, innocent fumblings as you giggle against each other’s mouths while he tries to peel away your clothes, or the harsh, panting breaths against your neck as he grasps the back of your shirt and tears it down the middle in his haste to find bare skin.

You knew Simeon looked at you a certain way when he didn’t think you were watching. He was generous with his touches, intimate touches he thought he could get away with in public and shrug off as platonic. He brushed his hand against yours when you walked, as if tempted to lace them together but not having the nerve to. He moved his chair closer to yours at lunch so that your thighs pressed together under the table. When he leaned over to speak to you, his lips nearly brushed your ear and his warm breath tickled your skin. You stared at his eyes when he pulled away, dark and wanting while he licked his lips and smirked.

You didn’t realize until now that Raphael acted differently around you too. He lacked Simeon’s recklessness, but he was no less intense. He didn’t linger close to you like Simeon did, but his gaze was hot and heavy and no less attentive as he watched you quietly from a distance. Sometimes he did shock you with flirting, his bold declarations tempered by his dulcet voice and even softer smile. He left you stunned and stuttering a response, only to turn away and remind you he wasn’t serious or he was only teasing you.

You’ve underestimated the angels, you think as Michael rubs a warm hand up and down your bare shin soothingly. “Relax,” he coos softly as if he can sense your anxiety. “You’re giving them what they need. They’re so lucky to have a friend like you.”

Simeon and Raphael each take a seat on the edge of the bed. They lift one of your hands in theirs and run their noses along the delicate skin of your wrist. Their eyes smolder like ruby pools in the dark room when they stare down at you, filled with unrepentant longing and hunger.

They move in sync, both striking fast as snakes as they bare their gleaming fangs and bite into your skin. Your body jolts in surprise from the searing pain, but your gasp of shock and discomfort trails off as your veins are set ablaze by something else. You moan before you can stop yourself, and your face heats up in mortification when Michael chuckles nearby.

“Don’t be shy.” The mattress dips by your feet when he kneels on the bed; he nudges your legs apart so he can settle comfortably between them. He rests his hands on your knees. “We want you to feel good, little lamb. This is your reward for being so generous.”

Michael watches you squirm on the bedcovers as pleasure seeps into your body from the fangs latched onto each of your wrists. The gluttonous sounds of Simeon and Raphael sucking and slurping and licking at your skin is punctuated by your increasingly loud, breathy moans and whimpers.

The Archangel huffs with amusement when your thighs press against him in an effort to rub them together for some sort of friction. He tilts his head in consideration and moves his hands to your bare thighs, pressing them down against the bed to hold you down. “What’s wrong, little lamb? You seem restless.” You don’t respond, but he doesn’t expect you to either—he can feel your body trembling with something other than fear.

Simeon and Raphael have been watching you with greedy eyes while they feed. Michael nods to them and after his silent instruction, they place their hands on your chest. They slide their hands underneath the flimsy material of your shirt and rub your skin with slow, soothing motions. Raphael scratches his nails lightly in your skin, leaving little pink indentations where he’s marked you. Simeon trails his hand up over your nipple and pinches it lightly between his fingers; he smiles against your wrist, bloody and satisfied, when it drags another moan from you.

“Does it feel good when they touch you?” Michael asks, sliding his hands slowly up your thighs. His thumbs drag up the inside of your legs. 

You tilt your head back and nod clumsily against the pillow. “Y-yeah,” you whimper, arching your back against the mattress. Raphael and Simeon continue fondling your chest as they feed. “It feels so good.”

Michael hums thoughtfully as he slides one of his hands up the inside of your thigh. His fingers brush against your arousal, hot and needy beneath your underwear. Your thighs tremble delightfully when he strokes against the damp spot you’ve made with the tiniest amount of pressure, and you buck against him in a silent plea for more. Your own voice is hoarse from the mantra of sounds falling endlessly from your lips; the venom in your veins poisons your body with overwhelming pleasure.

Michael pulls his hand away and smirks against his sticky fingers as you cry out, pained by the loss of his touch. “Tell me what you want.” The command in his voice is unmistakable, even as he licks your musky taste from his fingers.

“I don’t—” you trail off between panting breaths, “I don’t know, please—”

Michael catches Simeon’s heated gaze, and he smirks before looking down at your sweaty, flushed face. Your eyes are glossy and blown-black with lust, and unshed tears cling to your lashes. “Tell me what you fantasize about when you think of Simeon,” he suggests innocently, eyes watching with fascination as you both react simultaneously to his words: Simeon growls against your wrist, and your eyes clench shut—from pleasure or embarrassment or both, Michael’s not sure.

“His mouth,” you admit in a shaky whisper, whimpering in shame as you turn your head to face away from Simeon.

Michael slides away from you and off the mattress, walking around the bed to Simeon’s side and nudging him to trade places. Simeon wipes at his bloody mouth, but all it does is smear your blood over his chin and hand. He nearly stumbles to the foot of the bed, blood-drunk and delirious with lust, before taking Michael’s place between your legs.

Michael kneels beside you on the mattress and tilts your head back towards him; he smiles when you finally open your eyes. “What a sweet, honest creature you are,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip.

While you’re distracted by Michael, Simeon tugs your slick underwear out of the way and buries his face against you, licking at sucking at your arousal. You nearly scream at the sudden sensation of his hot mouth and tongue, wet and sticky from your blood. Simeon groans loudly against you as you slide your free hand into his hair.

It’s delightfully sinful, the chorus of sounds filling the dark room, humid with the heat of their bodies and thick with the scent of copper and musk. Raphael stops feeding and squeezes himself through his pants, eyes dark with glittering arousal as he watches Simeon’s mouth work greedily between your thighs. Curses and groans fall endlessly from your lips, and you writhe against the mattress and arch your back as Simeon’s skillful tongue pushes you towards release.

Michael reaches down and covers your hand that’s tangled in Simeon’s hair with his own. He laces your fingers together and helps you guide Simeon’s movements. “Do you want to come?” 

You’re too caught up in the ecstasy of Simeon’s mouth to realize Michael asked you a question. He squeezes your hand beneath his and grips Simeon’s hair, tugging harshly at his scalp and pulling him up from between your legs. Simeon hisses from the pain and snarls at Michael who raises an eyebrow at him before glancing back down at your face.

“Do you want to come?” Michael asks again, but his tone is sharper now, and it startles you into focus.

You whine incoherently, struggling to speak as the inferno building inside you leaves you nearly speechless. You roll your hips desperately in search of delicious friction and Michael tsks quietly. 

“You can do better than that,” Michael murmurs. “Use your words, little lamb.”

You nod your head against the pillow, subconsciously baring your throat to him that makes you look so submissive. “Please, Michael, I want him—”

Michael’s eyes flick up to Simeon’s frustrated gaze and he smirks. “Never say that the Archangel doesn’t reward obedience.” He stares pointedly at Simeon for a few moments before pushing his head back down between your legs and releasing his grip on both of you.

Within seconds of Simeon’s hot mouth against your skin, you’re riding out your release, head mouth open in a silent scream. His hips grind against the mattress and he’s fueled by a different kind of hunger now. He keeps going, mouthing desperately at your sensitive skin even as you whimper pathetically above him—it’s too much, I can’t—and ride out the aftershocks of the second orgasm he drags from your body. By the time Simeon has licked the cum and slick off you and pulled away, you’ve passed out from exhaustion and blood loss.

“You did so well, you beautiful creature.” It’s almost gentle, the way Michael wipes sweat off your brow and cups your warm, ruddy cheek with his palm. His touch lingers for a moment before he finally moves away from you.

He glances at his angels who stand near the bed on shaky legs. Their faces are both stained crimson from your blood, and they each have blooming stains in their white pants: Simeon from rutting against the mattress while he feasted between your thighs, and Raphael from fucking his fist while he watched.

Michael ignores his own aching erection tenting his robes as he reaches for your wrists. He casts simple spells to close the bite wounds until your skin is healed and unblemished once more. “I think I can finally appreciate your exceptional interest in our little lamb,” he muses.

He waves his hand and murmurs a complicated blessing that illuminates Simeon and Raphael in a bright glow of his Grace. He nods satisfactorily when he sees that the hints of the vampiric infection within both of them are gone. 

You were too worried about your friends, and too far gone with pleasure later, to notice he was never truly infected himself.

“How will we explain this tomorrow?” Raphael asks, grimacing when he runs his hand through his sweat-slicked hair. Simeon reaches for one of the discarded blankets on the floor and covers you with it.

Michael stands next to Simeon and places his hand over your eyes; it glows faintly before returning to normal. “All the others know is that they were here for a visit. If anyone asks, our friend was too sick to go home for the night. They’ll wake up with a fever tomorrow and think this was nothing but a dream, if they remember it at all.”

“Why did you do this?” Simeon asks quietly. He doesn’t sound angry or disapproving, but simply curious. There’s always a purpose for everything the Archangel does.

Michael faces Simeon and grasps his shoulders. “Is my generosity not enough? You both work so hard in the name of the Celestial Realm.” He leans closer to Simeon’s ear. “And we don’t have to fall for the things we want.”

He steps back and adjusts his robes, inwardly pleased by the contemplative expression on Simeon’s face. “Take care of our little lamb until I can arrange a formal visit for them. I trust that you can handle everything else from here.”

Simeon and Raphael lower their heads. “Yes, Michael,” they reply in unison, eyes downcast to the floor until the Archangel disappears in a golden flash of Celestial magic.

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[hmm-self-indulgence]

Yandere Michael Distortion x Reader HC

Requested headcanon - "May you do yandere headcanons for michael distortion?"

Sorry for how long this took, but honestly being a slow writer is a personality trait at this point and I have a small pt 2 in the works that will feature a bit more yandere themes, so be warned. Let me know if I forgot to tag anything. Also comments are super appreciated i will give you a soft platonic smooch on the hand in return, criticism or fixes are totally allowed.

YANDERE FIC! This is not a healthy relationship, do not read if you are under 16 years of age. SFW. I have a part 2 ready to release soon so hold on. Michael is creepy. Also this could technically be read as platonic.

TW: Stalking, yandere behavior, kidnapping, reader is GN but likes men? or at least thinks Michael is hot. Reader is called pretty. Confusing use of pronouns bc Michael is a mess of them and I like it (he/him, they/them, it/it’s and generally calling Michael 2 people, Them is used for distortion). Repetition. Reader is called pretty. Reader has a pet, but no specific animal is named( he vaguely threatens it) . Michael watches you sleep. Michael Kills someone for you. General fuckeray with the plot at my whims, and yeah this is prob a bit out of character but its the best I can do.

No one has the permission to repost this on any website. I will not post these on other websites so if you see any of my writing on another site, let me know. Do not use my content or claim it as your own! I do not own these characters, they are made, owned and are the property of Johnathan Sims. I am in no way profiting off of this and this is made with full respect to Rusty Quill.

 They were following the vase held by Salesa. They didn't need to follow the vase, it had no target and it would not be hard for the Distortion to find later, the spiral things called to each other, but they followed anyway. That is when It saw you, It was not sure what drew you to them, but from the moment it saw you, they needed to know more. You were just another person on the street, not even the target of the fractals.

They weren't sure what it was that drew the Avatar to you, but it could not look away. Just a normal, unmarked human. Normal fears, nothing that gorged any power in particular but they needed to know more. So they followed you. Days passed, and Their obsession only grew. They knew where you lived, and they wanted to see you. 

It was easy to watch you, you couldn’t hide from what wasn’t there and never looked. It wasn’t the eye, and could not see through yours, but your doors were easy to manipulate, and getting into your home was child's play. Doors like that only keep out the real things, and They were not real. Your home was better than They could have expected, so full of you and Michael felt at ease when they watched you. You were peaceful when you slept, Michael and the thing that was not Michael liked that about you. 

You had a pet. A squishy thing that did not like Them at first, but They were around often enough that the creature tolerated Them eventually. They could not pet the squishy thing, nor did either beings wish for it, as Michael’s hands were sharp, so they merely ignored each other. The squishy thing never alerted you to his presence, so Michael was fine to let it live. 

A few weeks of just watching you sleep and go about your day was not enough. He enjoyed watching you when you slept, going through your phone and listening in at work, but he wanted to know more. To be closer to you. That was normal with a target (that is what he had to call you in his mind). 

Obviously he was not attached to you. Just vaguely interested, right? That is what Michael told himself when a customer was cruel to you. Words you didn't need to hear spilled from the wretched stranger, and for the first time in a long while Michael was angry. What right did that thing have to criticize you? Michael resigned himself to not act, he was not a watcher but he would just observe, that is what he said as the cruel man walked right into one of michael's conveniently placed doors. Michael fed himself on that wretch’s fear, and spat him out when nothing was left but a broken mind. Michael still watched you cry that night, and that is when he decided he needed to properly meet you. 

Your attention would be divided at work, and he wanted it all. Your job would be inconvenient, so they planned. Your phone wasn’t fully charged on Saturday when you always went to the coffee shop, courtesy of Michael unplugging it. You liked the routine so you went anyway, bringing a book you swore you would read at some point. So you sat, drinking and listening to the boring music in the cafe. Michael could not be sated by watching, he needed to have your attention on him. So he entered the shop as Michael Shelley. They would blend in there, Blonde curls on a pretty demure boy wouldn't raise any alarms, but their real form would. He took a table next to you, acquired a drink from the counter he had no capacity nor will to consume, pulled out a phone charger, and waited. 

They just had to wait for attention as you fiddled and cursed your phone for being unplugged, so Michael offered his (it was from your home, but you would never know). You moved and plugged your phone in, feeling obligated to talk to the young man who offered to help you. You asked his name. Its nature pulled it to lie, to deceive and to tell you something that was not truth. But It didn’t. “Michael,” the man said. That is all it took for you to give him your name. They already knew it, but it felt like a promise to the Thing calling itself Michael. You gave him your name, what a silly mistake. You two talked for a bit, likely less than an hour, your book left to the side as you spoke, and you left to continue with your day. 

Later that day you called a friend, you told them of the pretty boy at the coffee shop. Michael’s unnatural smile grew even larger as he heard that. They thought you were pretty too. You cursed yourself for not getting his number. He laughed, having no number or phone. They felt seen when you spoke of them, not the type of invasive seen the wretched watching one gave, but noticed. But you called him pretty, that means you saw him. You were drawn to him as he was drawn to you. 

The Distortion knew it was likely the mother of spiders was pulling the strings here. How else would they be so drawn to you? But for all the discomfort the thought of being manipulated by the spider was worth it if it meant having you. It was meant to be, the Mother of Spiders did not make mistakes, and they did not sully you by marking your flesh, so they could forgive the intervention.

The distortion was almost content with the arrangement you had, even if only They knew of it. Watching you throughout the day, feeding on some fools when needed, and standing over your bed while you slept. It even became routine to meet at your coffee shop,where he talked in riddles and listened to your laugh, you never questioned why theirs gave you a headache. He got bolder, showing up to certain places he knew you would be at, the store down the street for groceries, outside a bus stop he knew you would pass, and even went to your work once. It was almost comical, how easy it was for him to insert himself into your life in small ways without you even noticing something odd. 

It went wrong when the corruption arrived at your job. A coworker with the writhing mass of rot on their mind. It would not allow the infestation to spread, you wouldn’t know till its too late. You were in danger. You were not in danger. You would be in danger. You wouldn’t be in danger with them. The crawling rot wouldn’t taint you. They could keep you somewhere where it wouldn’t infect you. You would stay with them. The plan would take time, no more than a few days but Michael was enraged at the thought of you being hurt by the squirming mass you saw as a coworker, so Michael got rid of them. It was easy enough, the corruption would lose a thing close to becoming an avatar and you would be safe while they plan. Even though the rot was taken care of, you were not touched by powers, and you would be susceptible to their whims. It made him sick to think that you would be harmed, you weren't strong enough on your own. So he planned to take you. 

It made sense to keep you in the halls, It existed in and as the halls, you belong with it, and you weren’t safe outside of them. Maybe… if you found the center of the place that does not exist you would join them. You would be safe as a part of them. The spiral protects its own. But for now, you will open a door and will not be where you were. You would lose your mind to the fractal madness of shifting stairs and doors, but you are safe from those who would corrupt you with their power. You were too good for them, no other power deserved your fear. 

If only you hadn’t been special that day, or called them pretty. Perhaps if you hadn’t lived alone then someone could have saved you, but there is nothing to save you now. If only the door was labeled “do not open”.

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A Masterlist

-♥︎-  All works from different fandoms listed and linked here! -♥︎-

♥︎ - You’ll find the characters and fandoms I write for linked at the bottom !

♥︎ - Some rules for requests are there too.

Kirikaze beloved

♡ Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion x Reader (emotional hurt/comfort)

♡ Genshin Impact

Beidou x Reader (platonic, action/fluff-ish)

Baizhu x Reader (hurt/comfort)

Baizhu x Reader (hurt/comfort)

Kamisato Ayato x Reader (angst/comfort)

Xianyun x Reader (chronic pain/comfort)

Thoma x Reader (emotional hurt/comfort)

Tighnari x Reader (hurt/comfort)

Tighnari x Valuka Shuna! Reader (angst-ish/comfort)

Alhaitham x Reader (Fluff/Sleepy Cuddles)

Kaveh x Reader (Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

♡ Our Flag Means Death

Izzy Hands x Reader (injury)

Izzy Hands x Reader (chronic pain)

Izzy Hands x Reader (Injury/death)

Izzy Hands x Reader (hidden relationship)

Izzy Hands x Reader (love letters)

Izzy Hands x Reader (hurt/comfort-ish)

Izzy Hands x Reader (sword fighting)

Izzy Hands x Reader (whip scarring, hurt/comfort)

Izzy Hands x Reader (angst/comfort)

Izzy Hands x Reader (Fluff, re-blossoming love)

Stede Bonnet x Reader (comfort)

Stede Bonnet x Reader (fluff)

♡ The Magnus Archives

Jonathan Sims x Reader (worm bite)

Elias Bouchard x Reader (a burn)

Helen Distortion x Reader (Hurt/Comfort)

♡ The Arcane

Silco x Injured reader (death/gore)

Viktor x reader (comfort)

Viktor x reader (injury/comfort)

Heimerdinger x Sick Reader (comfort)

Dying Viktor x reader (death)

♡ Obey me

Simeon x reader

Asmodeus x reader (anxiety attack/comfort)

Lucifer x stressed reader (comfort)

♡ The Arcana

Julian Devorak x Sick! Reader (Red Plague/Death)

♡ Lord of the rings / The hobbit

Legolas x Male Elven Reader (Death/comfort)

Legolas x reader (injury) (1)

Legolas x reader (Injury/comfort) (2)

Legolas x Elven reader (Injury/Death)

Legolas x reader (Frostbite/fluff?)

Legolas x reader (Hair braiding/fluff)

Legolas x reader (Angst/no comfort)

Legolas x reader (small injury/comfort)

Elrond x Elven warrior reader (injury)

Elrond x Injured reader (Dragon fire burn)

Elrond x Reader (Hurt/no comfort)

Thranduil x Elven warrior reader (Dragon fire scar)

Thranduil x Elven reader (grief)

Lindir x warrior reader (injury)

Aragorn x reader (Injury/death)

Kili x reader (injury/comfort)

♡ Steven universe 

Pearl x Gem Reader (hurt/comfort)

Pearl x Gem Reader (poofed/comfort?)

Pearl x reader (fluff)

Peridot x gem reader (limb enhancers)

Peridot x Sapphire! Reader / Pt.1

Peridot x Sapphire! Reader / Pt.2

Jasper x gem reader 

♡ Pokémon

Captain Ilima x injured reader

♡ Bbc Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes (Mycroft Holmes) x Sister reader

Mycroft Holmes x reader (overdose)

Mycroft Holmes x reader (trauma response/comfort)

Mycroft Holmes x reader (nightmares/comfort)

♡ Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow x pirate reader

♡ Squid Game

Sang-woo x dying reader

The Front Man x reader

♡ Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel reader (Trauma/comfort)

Lucifer Morningstar X Angel Reader (Injury/preening)

Lucifer morningstar x Deity reader

Lucifer Morningstar x reader (injury/comfort)

Michael x Angel Reader (Injury)

♡ Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander X Witch reader

Newt Scamander x Animagus Reader (1)

Newt Scamander x Animagus Reader (2)

Platonic! Newt Scamander x Animagus! Reader

♡ Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby x Injured Reader (death)

Thomas Shelby (Ada, Polly) x Depressed Reader

♡ Inside Job

Myc x Reader (Hurt/comfort?)

♡ Cookie Run Kingdom

Almond x injured reader

Almond x Reader (Fluff)

Mango x reader (injured/comfort)

Pure Vanilla x injured reader (gore)

♡ Mystic Messenger

Jaehee Kang x dizzy Reader

♡ Undertale

Grillby x child reader (Injured/comfort)

! Characters and Fandoms I write for !

Keep in mind, I don’t write full blown smut. 

Platonic and romantic requests for everyone are fine.

Angst and hurt requests are always first priority, those are the easiest for me to write!

-♥︎-That’s it, love yall! -♥︎-

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are there any platonic Michael Distortion x Reader fics where everyone just kinda chills

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Fandoms I write for ( see below )

All my stuff should be under ( #my work ) but tumblr kinda iffy.

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* means I will write nsfw for them too.

Hannibal

Hannigram *

Hannibal x reader/oc *

Will x reader/oc *

Marvel

Loki x reader/oc *

Peter Parker x reader/oc

Tony Stark x reader/oc *

Venom/Eddie x reader/oc*

Sherlock

Johnlock

Sherlock x reader/oc

Moriarty x reader/oc

Good omens

Ineffable Husbands

Supernatural

Destiel *

Sabriel *

Sastiel *

Dean x reader/oc *

Sam x reader/oc *

Castiel x reader/oc *

Crowley x reader/oc *

Gabriel x reader/oc *

Bobby x reader/oc (platonic)

Lucifer x reader/oc

Rowena x reader/oc

Jack x reader/oc

Will do poly ships and x reader but no incest of course*

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur x reader/oc *

John x reader/oc *

Dutch x reader/oc *

Detroit become human

Connor x reader/oc

Markus x reader/oc

Connor x Hank (platonic only)

Game of thrones

Jon x reader/oc *

Robb x reader/oc *

Sansa x reader/oc

Jaime x reader/oc *

Tyrion x reader/oc

Arya x reader/oc

Daenerys x reader/oc*

Daemon x reader/oc*

Rhaenyra x reader/ox*

Doctor who

10 x reader/oc

11 x reader/oc

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x reader/oc

Eddie Munson x reader/oc

Jim Hopper x reader/oc

Eleven x reader/oc (platonic only)

Steve Harrington x reader/oc

Any of the main kids x reader/oc (platonic only)

BBC Dracula

Dracula x reader/oc *

Lucifer

Lucifer x reader/oc *

The last of us

Ellie x reader/oc

Joel x reader/oc

Abby x reader/oc

Umbrella academy

Klaus x reader/oc*

Viktor x reader/oc

Five x reader/oc (platonic only)

Diego x reader/oc

Star Wars

Han Solo x reader/oc*

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader/oc

Mando x reader/oc*

The Boys

Billy Butcher x reader/oc

Hughie Cambell x reader/oc

Frenchie x reader/oc

Kimiko x reader/oc

Starlight x reader/oc

Homelander x reader/oc

Maeve x reader/oc

Castlevania (Netflix)

Alucard x reader/oc

Trevor x reader/oc

Alucard x Trevor x Sypha

Black Butler

Sebastian x reader/oc*

Grell x reader/oc*

Undertaker x reader/oc*

Ceil x reader/oc (platonic only)

Resident evil 8

Lady dimitrescu x reader/oc*

Labyrinth

Jareth x reader/oc*

The Magnus Archives

Jon x reader/oc

Jon x martin *

Michael(the distortion)x reader/oc

Martin x reader/oc

Elias x reader/oc *

Rocky horror

Frank n furter x reader/oc*

Fnaf Sb

Freddy x reader/oc*

Sun/moon x reader/oc

Monty x reader/oc*

Arcane

Silco x reader/oc*

Jinx x reader/oc

Vi x reader/oc*

Viktor x reader/oc*

Sevika x reader/oc

Peacemaker

Peacemaker x reader/oc*

Vigilante x reader/oc*

Peacemaker x vigilante*

Peacemaker x reader/oc x vigilante*

Our flag means death

Gentlebeard*

Steddyhands*

EdIzzy*

Stizzy*

Wwdits

Will literally write for any of them! Wether it’s a pairing, poly or x reader! Both show and film*

BBC Ghosts

Will write for most of them x reader/oc or PatCap. Probably best just ask if you have a request :)

Ghost (the band)

Copia x reader/oc*

Terzo x reader/oc*

Any of the ghouls either x reader, or x other ghouls, or x Copia*

Baldur’s Gate 3

Will write for any of them x reader/tav*

Feel free to send requests and I’ll try my best to do them. I mostly write with a GN reader unless requested otherwise✌🏻

Sorry for the long intro

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Platonic!Michael x Reader

Michael as the friend we all wanted. (Michael will use He/They/It pronouns). Reader is gender neutral. Also Im trying out a weird format and I am totally down for ANY feedback or more questions!

TW: Spiral shenanigans, TMA stuff in general. One could argue platonic yandere vibes and they would probably be right so keep that in mind. Mentions of getting stuck in the eternal hallways. This is as close to a healthy relationship as I can see possible with Michael. Also possible cursing.

No one has the permission to repost this on any website. I will not post these on other websites so if you see any of my writing on another site, let me know. Do not use my content or claim it as your own! I do not own these characters, they are made, owned and are the property of Johnathan Sims. I am in no way profiting off of this and this is made with full respect to Rusty Quill.

How You Met...

Suppose you wandered through a door by accident and he decided he wanted to keep you.

Maybe you were friends before he got turned into what he is now.

Maybe he was playing the long game and taunting you with doors, but you interested them enough that they decided you were no longer a meal.

Early interactions

He probably wouldn't try to initiate anything on his own, but just hang out around you until you feel the need to talk to him (Basically the same way he did with Sasha). He will try to look human to not scare you off at first and once you engage with him positively he just decides “this frail human is my friend now” and you can't get rid of him!

On a sad note, he is probably really lonely. Michael Shelley was a good person and he was sacrificed to stop the spiral by someone he trusted. His first friend went missing by the spirals hand and now he is stuck in the same form as what took him. While he is 50% Michael and 50% Spiral, it's still a lonely life and he does need a bit of people time, which is why he latched on to a positive relationship with you.

What is Hanging out like?

He will go out places with you, mostly because going out is a double win for him because not only does he get to scare people a bit, but he also gets attention! He might follow you to a cafe and watch you eat but he doesn't eat or drink anything (honestly you're not sure he can eat).

He also is a bit considerate and tries to make his form as humanoid as possible so that you don't get migraines while looking at him.

Michael is very cat-like in the sense that he acts as though he doesn't care, especially at first, but still hangs around you like a second shadow. He enjoys your company and will simply be in your home sometimes and will just sit or stand around.

He answers your questions in riddles most of the time, but overall is not a bad listener. He won't lie to you, and while it is not in his nature to tell the truth he will try to make his riddles easy so you can decipher what he wants to say. He cannot contradict his nature as the Distortion, but he is equally Michael as he is Spiral, so he will try.

Plus sides of Friendship

While he totally can be a menace he can also be a bit helpful though. Some days if you are running late one of your doors will conveniently lead into one of his halls, and open just outside your work or university. You have to worry about getting back home, but it's the thought that counts, right?

You never lose things for long because he doesn't want your fear or for you to think you are crazy. This does defy his nature but he did notice what happened with The Vase and he would prefer you not turn out like that. They were a meal, you are not.

He definitely tells you stories (we heard the Trauma dump with Jon) about his existence or about the people he’s traumatized lately.

Some of the negatives

Also like a stray cat, he has to be a bit of a menace. Sometimes when you go to leave your home in the mornings you are stumped to find there is no longer a front door. The door isn't missing, it just seems like it was never there in the first place, there is only a wall.

While annoying, his mischief can normally be solved by a disapproving comment or leaving the house another way. The door will return when you do. (Not saying you don’t have to climb out a window or miss work some days because you PHYSICALLY cannot leave your house)

Any door you open has a possibility of bringing you into the spiral as a prank by Michael. He lets you out in a few minutes but at this point you're not scared of him so the prank is more of a bother than anything else.

Also, you might have to explain to them that they can't cast eternal hallway on everyone that annoys you, but they are totally down to traumatize people that bug you. This can happen whether you ask them to or if you actively disprove of this.

Friendship Love Language! (looking at the 5 love languages)

I would definitely think they are a quality time and acts of service kind of friend.

He's not a bad friend, but would probably rather die again than verbally admit that he really cares about you. The best you might get is him calling you his “ally”. He would probably call you a friend if you were also an avatar of the spiral, but he doesn't require you to be a worshiper of the spiral to be his friend.

Honestly he does not express emotions often. So don’t expect him to verbally confirm he cares about you a little bit, but you can see it other ways.

They definitely protects you from the spooky bits that haunt your world. The Fears will not know about you (except the Beholding, but that can hardly be helped), and none of their avatars will get close enough to hurt the Spiral's squishy and mortal friend. You are effectively off limit for all Fear Shenanigans on pain of eternal hallways or worse.

Ferrying you around is an act of service that makes him feel useful, which is definitely something Michael Shelley would do for others.

Quality time also makes sense for him because he does literally defy all logic with his existence, and when he is not a door, hallway, or taunting others he is bothering you.

Random headcanons!

Honestly it’s probably hard to set boundaries with a physical embodiment of fear, but you have found a way. The best way to show your displeasure and get him to change some behavior is to ignore him. Don’t respond to their questions and pretend you cannot see any fractals. It will not take long for him to crack and while he won't directly apologize he will let the person go or at least be open to compromise.

Also a bit extra of a more personal headcanon but... Michael would be 10/10 if it came to your gender identity. Micheal canonically uses He/him, they/them, and it/its pronouns, and he would respect any identity you have or pronouns you use.

Overall Friendship Rating

Friendship rating, uhhh probably about 6/10. Not a bad friend but you might need to explain that casting eternal hallways is not a proper punishment for that one coworker that didn't show up. Also, doesn’t understand that playing the same prank on someone multiple times does make it less scary.

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Hello, y’all can call me indulgence (or anything else IDC). I use she/her pronouns. Im a college student in a rigorous field so I may take time responding or writing. I mostly simp for side characters. I try to make most of my writing gender neutral, but let me know if I gender something. I’m totally down to write requests or follow ups, just let me know! Here is the link for the requests. Requests are currently closed <3 please leave some form of comment if you read my work, it would mean a lot to me <3

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Nikola Orsinov x Reader

Platonic Michael Distortion

Michael Shelley x Reader

Yandere Michael Distortion x Reader (can be read platonic or romantic)

Lonely Avatar!Reader x platonic Archive staff crackfic headcanons (requested)

Haikyu!!

Gamer boy Kenma headcanons

BNHA

Hatsume Mei x reader

FMAB

Olivier Mira Armstrong x reader

HxH

Illumi x reader

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