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Hey Im Lenore. Im a baneful witch and a theistic satanist. I like writing, horror, philosophy and books. Im also a goth and like goth music, metal, Ethel cain and alot of others. I love making new friends.

Authors note: My fics are tbh almost always random

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Micheal Langdon

Blessed Are The Damned | Micheal Langdon

Prologue & Chapter One

Chapter Two

Standalone headcanons

Different Michael eras in love with u

!vape !murder house micheal hcs

!vape hcs meme my bestie @codmaskedmen made

Sad fic that I wrote when I was grieving

AI Bots

Micheal Langdon

Madelyns Daughter

Hawthorne Micheal

Apocalypse Micheal

I wake up like Micheal Fucking Langdon in that scene where he was doing a blood ritual. Lemme put a pic for ref.

Micheal Langdon X Reader fic

Tw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Power imbalance. Emotional manipulation. Unplanned pregnancy and complications. Major character deaths. Infant death. Childbirth death. Emotional abuse. Hurt/a tiny bit of comfort and then no comfort again cause fuck happines. Dead dove do not eat. Tragedy. Blood and injury. Suicide. Grief. Tragic ending (you thought id let u be happy huh?)

Authors note: my cousin fucking died. Im burnt out and i hate my life but heres a fic.

Ever since you saw Michael Langdon you had a thing for him. He was always so hauntingly elegant. He was a sin wrapped in silk. You had never been with a man before. It all started in that damned god forsaken interview. He saw through your lies, your vulnerability, how untouched you were and it was intoxicating l. He orchestrated your downfall. Your fall from grace by the time that interview was over you had become his target. His new plaything. A few days later became the catalyst for the ruin of everything that followed.

He had you in his bedchamber. You kissed him. A very hard decision. A very catastrophical one too. He matched your neediness. One thing led to another and by the end of the encounter you had been ruined. He didn’t even give you the satisfaction of cuddling. He simply got up, got dressed and told you to leave. He sent you to your room, all alone there.

In the following 6 weeks you had been feeling sick every morning and throwing up. You blamed it on the stress Michael had caused you. You pushed through the fatigue, tried ignoring the nausea. Until it became a pattern, until even smells made you sick. Until you had missed your period. Everything had clicked in that moment where you realized. “This isn't normal. Something is wrong with my body” you thought to yourself.

One day you got sick in front of him. You knew. You fucking knew. He just stood there and watched it unravel. He didn’t ask questions. After you stabilized yourself you told him. “I- i think im pregnant…” “I understand” he responded coldly. Too clinical. “No you fucking dont. You never have and you never will, all you care about is yourself. You never cared about me and how everything you did made me feel horrible. I hate you, but I can never hate our child.” You broke down sobbing, falling to your knees. He atleast had the decency to hug you. “I didn’t know” he spoke softly. In that moment you thought you had opened his eyes.

Later during the day you were summoned by Mrs Venable and Mrs Mead. You were told you had violated the outposts rules. You saw Micheal there. You knew that blasted fool had reported you. You were told you’ll be punished by death for breaking the rules.

You spat out the following words: “The child is Mr Langdons” they gasped. They told you how dare you accuse him of such things. You tried taking him down with you. They didn’t believe you so you told them where he has specific moles and scars on his body. Micheal spoke after being silent. “Shut your mouth woman” “I thought you liked it wife open” you spat back. “This ends now” his voice firm and steady. Suddenly you spat in his face. His eyes widened in shock. “Youre done” he spoke in a low menacing tone.

A few days had passed since that incident. You knocked on his bedroom door. A soft knock. “Come in” he said. His tone was tired. “I'm sorry to wake you up at 3 am but I needed to talk to you about something serious.” Your voice was velvet soft. “It's fine. Go on” his voice filled with curiosity.

“I thought about it. You don't have to step up. I'll manage alone. I'm sorry for all the pain ive caused you Michael" your eyes fell to the ground. The words left your mouth.

“Ill step up, if you want me. I won't let you do it alone. I’ve thought about it. About us. Maybe it's not a burden but a blessing.” His words are soft like cotton. His gaze held a warmth you've never witnessed up close.

The following months were actually good. Micheal wasn't his old cold self with you. He had grown to love you. In his own fucked up way.

Today was the day of the delivery. He was there by your side the whole time. He held your hand through it. The moment your son was born was the best moment of your life. He looked so much like micheal.

But alongside everything good there is a negative side.

You were heavily bleeding. You felt so weak. Your body was failing. You were fading. You held your son. “What do you want to name him?” He asked. “Lucian” you responded weakly.

“Micheal?” “Hm?” “Hold my hand” “okay” “im dying” “what?” “Take care of him for me. I love you both”

Suddenly you closed your eyes gor the kast time. Those were your last words and the firdt time you said “i love you”

“I love you too.” He responded. Tears staining his cheeks. He felt… empty.

During the following week. Lucian passed away. Part of starvation. Part of his premature little body not being able to survive in the apocalypse.

Micheal had lost two people in that week. He couldn’t take it anymore. He prayed to his father for guidance but there was no response. He was completely alone. He took a rope. Tied it into a nose and hanged himself

Micheal Langdon Fic Chapter Two

Authors note: I have been having a horrible few weeks and Ive been uninspired so you’re getting the stuff I wrote a few weeks ago. Ive had exams, failed half of them but still somehow passed,lost a few friends, people whom I despise tried coming back in my life and I have a alot of stuff going on rn. Im probably soon gonna write again to take out my misery to my character. I got to go to theater rehearsals so peace out motherfuckers ✌️

TW: Religious themes, Satanic themes, psychological horror, paranormal activity, hallucinations/possible hallucinations, Blasphemous Imagery (upside down cross) , profanity, death wishes/brief suicidal thoughts, anxiety and panic, unsettling imagery, catholism

Tags: American horror story, apocalypse, micheal langdon, oc female characters, slow burn, psychological and religious horror, supernatural, satanic cults, catholism, creepy neighbors, constance langdon, micheal langdon is a menace, dark romance, angst, slow decent into madness, nightmares, mystery, occult,demons, biblical references, Nietzsche references, black comedy, swearing, 3 AM things NEVER end well, Nora needs a holiday,Author enjoys making their characters suffer.

Later in the evening Eleanora baked some cookies for the neighbors. Alex walked in the kitchen. She locked eyes with the cookies. “I see you baked some cookies eh?” her hand extended to pick up a cookie and suddenly it was rudely slapped away by Nora. “AW WHAT THE FUCK. THAT HURT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Alex yelled. “Dont touch that. It's for the neighbours, "Nora responded. “ fuck you and your neighbours–sorry our neighbors.” Alex said. ‘Watch your language; “fuck you. Go suck a dick, even better that weirdos next door dick.” “ugh fine. Consider it a peace offering” Nora spoke. “Consider your peace offering accepted” Alex responded with a smile on her face as she extended her hand to get the cookie.

Alex disappeared into her room while munching on the cookie. Eleanora walked over to the neighbors. She knocked on the door. The elderly woman opened the door. “Greeting ma'am. I just moved in next door.” Constance interrupted her “with that weird girl?” “Yes. I brought cookies” she spoke with a smile on her lips, and saw the boy in the background. He seemed like he was trying to find something. “Grandma” he yelled. “Sorry I have to go. Thank you for the cookies.” Constance slammed the door on her face. At that moment she wanted to kill herself, but God could only take her life.

Nora spend the rest of the day unpacking and hanging out with Alex. Alex, like the nuisance she is, went through her stuff without asking. She suddenly found a book made by Nietzsche and decided to flip to a random page. She let her eyes wander through the book and saw a quote and read it out loud. “If you stare at the abyss long enough, the abyss stares back at you. Well that ominous" Nora grabbed the book from her hands. “You don't understand such exquisite literature as Nietzsche" Nora spat out. The girl in red rolled her eyes at her.

Later on, during the night. She woke up at exactly 3 am to a screeching sound. Something was clawing at the window. It was probably just a tree. She decided to open her lights to go and check it out. As light illuminated the room, she saw her crucifix that stood prodigy upon her bed. Upside down. Screams of terror filled the room. When she looked at it again it was normal. She then prayed to st michael the archangel for protection.

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan, and all the evil spirits, who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen. .O glorious prince St. Michael, chief and commander of the heavenly hosts, guardian of souls, vanquisher of rebel spirits, servant in the house of the Divine Kingand our admirable conductor, you who shine with excellenceand superhuman virtue deliver us from all evil,who turn to you with confidenceand enable us by your gracious protectionto serve God more and more faithfully every day.

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