#ahs jeffrey

Here is is! The next update in the twins story. It became a mix of many things we all talked about and this was the end result. I kinda feel it needs a Part 2 but we shall see heh heh.

There are some time-jumps which are broken up with ---

ALSO BE WARNED THERE IS SMUT IN THIS FIC INVOLVING OUR SWEET JEFFREY HARMON! 

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Jeffrey had always been admired. His golden hair shimmering halo-like, complete with sinfully vibrant eyes that knows the deepest desires of your heart. People followed him almost without regard, brazenly. Unlike the narrow-minded dolts at Hawthorne who saw Michael’s power as being the epitome of success, once on the surface again away from that primitive hollow, Jeffrey’s true beauty could the bloom. 

It was only a matter of time before someone couldn’t resist his brother’s draw. Someone would want to pluck Jeffrey’s ripeness, to taste his plump lips and devour his innocence. Michael noticed firstly how Orion lingered too long during meetings. Jeffrey’s attendance at Kineros was so incredibly rare there was even a rumour going round the company that the Antichrist had no brother. The white-wearing male was a facade, a projection created by Michael himself to throw everyone off. To ensure their loyalty was firmly with Satan. Perhaps out of ignorance or determination, Orion didn’t ever notice Michael’s eyes burning into his back. 

It was all just so simple. 

Orion would hand Jeffrey his tea complete with no sugar but so much milk to almost completely dilute the golden colour. 

Just how Jeffrey liked it.

‘No sugar again?’ The Angel would smile, his eyes soft as the cup and saucer are placed before him. 

‘You’re sweet enough.’ Orion would remark, the back and forth completely cliched. 

Michael’s fists clench under the long, obsidian table. The latex squeaks and that is enough for Orion to pick up on the taste of danger Michael sends wafting over to him. The young designer straightens and drops himself in a seat next to Mutt.

‘Move.’ Michael’s voice commands, his displeasure still obvious. 

There’s a beat as the entire boardroom wonders who the Antichrist is referring to. Jeffrey’s laugh tinkles round the room, ‘Let’s not be petulant, brother.’ He cautions, ‘Everyone is here for you.’ 

‘Are they?’ Michael’s eyes sweep across every face, ‘Is everyone here for me, or my father?’ 

The mood is sickening. Jeffrey shrinks away, trying to make himself as small as possible. 

‘Dude, we totally respect you.’ It’s Jeff who speaks up, ‘You’re awesome, bro.’ 

‘Yeah. Fuck the planet.’ Mutt echoes, going as far as to stand up. ‘Blow it all to fucking pieces.’

The room joins in at once, everyone murmuring their dedication to the Antichrist and the plan. Orion however, remains quiet. He nods along enthusiastically, but his eyes dart helplessly to Jeffrey. 

Michael’s revulsion deepens. 

What the fuck does he know? 

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Michael held off on his concerns, more due to being far too busy to corner Jeffrey’s admirers. He didn’t think anything of it, till words flitted into his ears as he passed the break room. ‘He’s just so stunning isn’t he? There’s a real mystique and power there but it’s so subtle.’ He paused, Michael more than eager to have his ego stroked. 

‘Personally I’d like to see him get down and dirty.’ A woman whispers back, ‘See him in something other than white.’

His stomach curls. They’re talking about Jeffrey.

His Jeffrey.

‘Don’t get me started.’ Orion agrees, ‘I’d kill to see what’s underneath him. What really makes him tick.’

Michael can’t listen to anymore. He strides towards his office, the doors flinging open without his touch. Jeffrey jumps, closing Michael’s laptop lid, ‘You gave me a fright.’

‘Grow up.’ Michael snaps, ‘You should be used to me by now.’ 

Jeffrey’s eyes glint as he catches on to his brother’s mood, ‘I am.’ He agrees, ‘All too well after so many years, Michael.’ The Antichrist sweeps into one of his office chairs, sinking down and letting the chair swing round. Jeffrey watches from Michael’s desk, ‘I’m not the person to ask to deal with someone, if you’re struggling yourself.’ 

‘I’m not.’

‘Right.’

Michael stops swinging, ‘Why do people like you?’

A smile winds up Jeffrey’s face, making Michael want to slap it off at once. ‘Because I treat people with respect. With kindness.’

‘So did I!’ Michael is on his feet at once, bearing over his brother. ‘And what did it get me? My Mrs Mead dead. The Warlocks dead-’

Jeffrey looks away, his hands dropped into his lap. ‘This isn’t about me really, is it?’

Michael swallows, ‘You have…admirers here.’ 

‘Well that makes a change.’ 

‘What does that mean?

Jeffrey pushes away from the desk, his white shirt today is sheer revealing his toned body underneath. ‘Did I ever once complain at Hawthorne, when you had your band of merry followers hanging on your every word, tainting our room with the stench of sweat?’

‘You didn’t have to say anything.’ Michael retorts, ‘Your disdain was evident in your looks. Why do you think we ended up in the library so often?’

‘Oh how considerate of you.’ Jeffrey gushes, but the ice is plain in his voice. ‘May I remind you I don’t have to be here.’ 

That has Michael backing down, ‘No.’ He admits, ‘No you don’t.’

‘But I am. Because I love you.’ 

‘Love you too.’ Michael repeats it back automatically.

Jeffrey’s fingers ghost over Michael’s shoulder, ‘I like hearing you say it. It’s been a while since I heard that.’

‘Starving makes you see what’s important.’ Michael says, ‘Who is important.’ 

Jeffrey’s hands cup either side of Michael’s face, those eyes so similar to Michael’s own swim before him. The Angel is on his knees before him, ’You will always be the most important person in my life.’ 

‘Will I?’

‘You have to let me speak to people. You have everyone here. You have your Mrs Mead back now. Who do I have?’

Michael knows he has a point, ‘Be careful?’

‘I promise.’ 

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It brings Michael out of his slumber, a breathy sound that a normal human wouldn’t be able to hear. Michael’s senses sharpen as he zeroes in on what he can hear, shuffling of feet, the sound of something dropping onto the floor. 

Moans. 

He pads quietly on bare feet across his bedroom and opens the door. Michael makes sure not to make a sound as he leans over the railings and peers down into the living room below. The sight before him burns. Jeffrey’s shirt is on the floor, the column of his throat peppered with dark bruises and hickies. A tongue works a new one into his skin as Michael’s little brother squirms in delight.

‘Oh God.’ He moans sacrilegious sin into the air as Orion drags their lips back together. 

Jeffrey’s hands run all over the designer, through his hair and down his chest as Jeffrey works open the buttons. 

He’s divine like this, full of abandonment as Jeffrey embraces the taste and flavour of his first sexual encounter. Michael sinks down with his back to the railings, he can’t keep watching can he? That wouldn’t be right? But Jeffrey’s eagerness is more than prevalent as the sound of movement alerts Michael again.

When he peeks round, Michael’s eyes widen. 

Jeffrey is pressed over the kitchen countertops, his cheek against the cool marble. ‘Please.’ He begs, ‘I need it. I’ve craved you to touch me and make me sing.’

‘I will, sweetness.’ Orion vows, ‘You’re so beautiful. Thank you for giving me this.’ 

‘Michael can’t ever know.’ Jeffrey pleads, ‘I want to be with you, but if he knew….he wouldn’t forgive me.’ 

So now they keep secrets from each other? Michael knows he doesn’t have a good track record, but never in his life has he concealed a part of himself from his brother. Jeffrey knows everything, he’s been there through everything up until Michael’s sojourn into the forrest. Was that the moment that changed them irrevocably? Did Jeffrey’s decision to remain behind, to not chase after hhis brother for the first time in their lives create a chasm that Michael can never bridge? What else doesn’t he know about his brother? Jeffrey knows the most intimate details of Michael’s life. His twin and only his twin knows how Michael only hurt the cats because they lashed out and scratched him first. He must have been holding them too tight and now Jeffrey knows Michael won’t go near any innocent animal. Jeffrey knows Michael only tolerates French Toast because Mrs Mead thought it was his favourite and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her it isn’t. Even to this day. He doesn’t realise he’s crying till the tears are flooding down Michael’s cheeks. 

Jeffrey, how could you? 

‘He doesn’t own you.’ Orion says, tugging Jeffrey’s trousers down. The intruder mouths kisses over Jeffrey’s spine and across the inside of the Angel’s thighs. ‘You can do as you wish.’ Jeffrey’s thighs almost flutter at the affection. He begs for more, taking every sweet ripple of pleasure Orion gives him. Jeffrey allows himself to be selfish, to demand that he become submerged in sensation. ‘You know that, right?’ Orion presses him, his eyes lifting to look into Jeffrey’s. 

Michael too waits for the answer.

Jeffrey struggles, but one more kiss from Orion and his mouth is running. ‘He’s so innocent though.’ Jeffrey’s lost in this new world Orion is opening up for him. ‘He likes to make out he’s the big bad one but he’s so scared. Underneath it all…he needs someone to love him. He needs my love, if he knows my heart has turned to you…’

Orion murmurs against Jeffrey’s lips, ‘I don’t plan to get in his way.’ 

‘You already have done.’ Jeffrey whispers, but Michael still catches every word of betrayal. ‘Because you chose to love me.’

‘I do love you.’ Orion agrees, standing and unbuttoning his fly. ‘I’ve loved you since I first saw you float into that boardroom. I lost all train of thought, couldn’t finish presenting my idea.’ 

‘It was a good pitch.’ Jeffrey whines, spreading his legs to give Orion room to make himself at home. 

‘No more talking.’ The designer murmurs, ‘I’m gonna take you now. I’ll be slow, gentle.’ 

‘No!’ Jeffrey’s head turns like lightning to make eye contact with his lover. ‘I’m tired of gentle. I can take more than people think. I can do it.’ 

Michael doesn’t want to hear more. He picks himself up from the upstairs landing and throws himself on his bed. He clutches his pillow tight to his chest as the tears pour from his eyes and his chest shakes and everything around him is blurred and hot and stings. His chest howls with pressure and pain, just as it had those four days he’d spent alone. Losing his Mrs Mead when the world was just too cruel for him and all Michael had wanted to do was to gouge out his own heart and every muscle and organ responsible for giving him emotions. He prays to his father to abolish him of feeling. To take away the hurt and the lies people feed to him and leave him with an empty cavity. 

It has to be better than this.

He can’t keep being betrayed by a brother who despises him enough to give his heart to another so freely.

Who the FUCK did that designer think he was? To take away Jeffrey Harmon from him? From the Antichrist? 

The sounds of sex rise up from below, like demons chanting their verses in Michael’s ears. He can hear every grunt, every thrust and hitch as Jeffrey cries out when Orion clearly bottoms out. Michael flings his pillow over his head. He can’t leave without Jeffrey knowing and his twin believes he’s working late tonight. Jeffrey would never think Michael might want some time with his brother. No, he must work and work and work and work and work. Michael must bring about the apocalypse and Michael must continue to devote his entire life for a world he doesn’t fully believe in. Hatred fuels his actions, revenge and mutiny against those fucking witches. 

He’s not scared. 

He’s the Antichrist. 

Clarity covers Michael as he rolls onto his back. The lovemaking continues but Michael’s mind is working overtime. 

Was this Cordelia’s fault too? 

She took his Mrs Mead and the warlocks…but what did she say to Jeffrey? 

Did she poison his own twin against him? Is Cordelia fucking Goode the reason why Jeffrey is in the arms of a stranger, someone they don’t even know. Giving his sacred virginity away to some fake-glasses wearing fucker? Is that why Jeffrey no longer comes to visit Michael? He gets the notifications from security that his brother is at Kineros, but Jeffrey rarely visits him anymore. 

So….why is he there? 

What is he doing?

Is he using those times to see Orion? To hook-up with him and fuck in Michael Langdon’s dominion? 

When did his priorities change from Michael….to another? 

He dials Mrs Mead immediately and the robot picks up on the second ring, ‘We need to pay a visit to Dinah Stevens tomorrow.’ Michael’s eyes blaze, but his lips curl into a smirk of victory. Oh he’ll make that supreme bitch pay for taking his twin from him. He listens to Mrs Mead bluster on till he cuts over her, ‘Pick me up at 7am tomorrow. She’ll know how we can get into that coven and blow them all to fucking pieces.’ 

He ends the call only to hear silence. It’s over. They’ve finished for now. 

Michael removes the pillow from his head and finally lets his body relax back into the bed. He’s exhausted, drained and most definitely sacking off work tomorrow.

Tomorrow is a day for him.

Tomorrow he’ll end the witches and then, perhaps if he’s feeling particularly vengeful he’ll end the day by slitting Orion’s throat. 

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It’s been wayyyy too long since I addressed my twins 😫❤️

Jeffrey resisted Michael’s influence whenever he could. Michael’s assuredness blossomed under Kineros, under having Miriam Mead back in his life. Finally, people respect Michael Langdon and he could have the world bowing to him with just a flash of the demon face lurking underneath his beauty. People pandered to him, showed Michael how to dress till Jeffrey’s twin began parading around in leather, velvet, satin. No expense was too much as Michael grew into a King amongst men. Jeffery could not deny that his twin had developed a formidable sense of style as he observed from the sidelines. 

Jeffrey liked simplicity. He saw no need for make-up, to rim his eyes red or adorn his fingers with silver rings. Michael’s deliberate attempts to blur the line between heteronormativity was fascinating, if it wasn’t a blatant method to cover up the insecurities his twin felt everyday the apocalypse drew nearer. Michael could make people desire him, fear him, worship him and bend over backwards to complete the Outpost constructions…but no one loved him. Jeffrey wasn’t even certain he could continue to.

Waking up after their second growth spurt, a mere week after the earth was reduced to rubble, Jeffrey can hardly bring himself to feel anything. Seeing the long honeyed locks falling down his shoulders brought revulsion, because if it had happened to Jeffrey, he knew Michael had woken in a similar predicament. Jeffrey wanted to be nothing like Michael Langdon.

He had found the nearest pair of scissors and hacked away at his hair till it was back to normal. But…it didn’t sit right. Jeffrey’s jaw had sharpened, his features hardened and the fluffy curls he’d once worn with pride no longer worked. They belonged to the cherubic face of a boy who still believed his brother was capable of good. They didn’t represent the shade Jeffrey had become in the boy’s absence. 

But Michael, who had been so damn busy ever since the bombs fell hadn’t even had the time to barber himself. Jeffrey’s twin glowered down at his inner circle, his blonde locks falling down his face, framing him with an androgyny that left the entire room speechless. Jeffrey could taste their desire for Michael, heightened by the sheer dominance Michael was injecting into every corner. A facade, carefully constructed to make the long locks seem like a choice. A display of his power. Michael was doing his upmost to hide just how unnerved he was by the rapid growth of his body again, just like Jeffrey. 

When the meeting is over, Jeffrey remains.

So does Michael. 

‘You cut it off.’ Michael notes, dragging an eye lazily over his brother. 

Jeffrey winces, a hand running through his hair. ‘I was a bit…rash, maybe.’

Michael’s teeth gleam in the stark lighting. His fingers dip into Jeffrey’s hair, running through the soft curls and then tugging sharply. Jeffrey hisses, ‘Fuck off, Michael. I can with it what I want.’ 

‘Grow it out.’ Michael’s already heading towards the door. ‘You’ve always taken your influence from me, why bother altering that now?’ 

‘That’s not true.’ Jeffrey retorts, ignoring the fact he’s dressed in greys and blacks, most of which has been ‘borrowed’ from Michael’s wardrobe. White just didn’t belong in Michael Langdon’s sanctuary. 

Michael’s hair swishes over his shoulder, an eyebrow arching in amusement. ‘Grow it out.’ He repeats, ‘But I’m keeping mine down. Retain a hint of originality, brother.’ 

And Jeffrey doesn’t know why he just bows to Michael’s commands again. But he does, letting his hair grow, till finally the curls start to drop from the weight and it sits just above his shoulders. It’s not quite as long as Michael’s, but long enough that Jeffrey can tie it back with a white ribbon. It takes a while, but when Jeffrey finally walks into another meeting, white shirt in place to match the ribbon, Michael smirks. 

‘Much better.’ He compliments, once they are alone again. ‘I was wondering where my brother had gone.’ 

Jeffrey fights off the pride he feels, shoves it right down next to his curdling resentment. Michael’s eyes are soft, full of praise. ‘I may…braid it.’ Jeffrey confesses, ‘Thoughts?’

Michael just pulls on the ribbon, letting Jeffrey’s hair tumble down. His fingers work quickly, sitting Jeffrey back down in his seat and twisting the strands into place. Where Michael learned to french braid is beyond Jeffrey, but he remains silent until Michael is finished, tying the ends together with the ribbon. Jeffrey waits for Michael’s verdict, trying not to hold his breath. ‘Better,’ Michael finally says, ‘Almost like a prince.’ 

Jeffrey frowns, ‘There’s no room for fairytales in your world.’

Michael seems somewhat hurt by Jeffrey’s statement. ‘Magic did more for us, than any single person.’ Michael states, ‘There’s nothing wrong with projecting what we want to be.’

‘You really believe you’re saving everyone, don’t you?’ Jeffrey murmurs, mystified by Michael’s belief. ‘You fully believe you can start over, that these people will worship you.’

Michael’s features tighten, ‘Do they not already?’

‘They fear you.’ Jeffrey stands, ‘But they will never love you.’

He catches Michael’s fist balling from the corner of his eye. Jeffrey waits for Michael to swing first, to hurt him for his barbarous words. Moisture shines in Michael’s eyes, ‘I don’t need anyone else.’ He says, ‘I have you.’

‘For now.’ Jeffrey doesn’t know where this confidence has come from. ‘But if you don’t put an end to this, soon you’re going to very alone.’

The silence carries between them, ‘What does that mean?’ Michael whispers, inching closer to his twin. ‘Where will you go in this wasteland?’

Jeffrey closes the distance, till his chest is pressed against his brothers. He looks directly into his twins eyes, rising like a phoenix. He looks ethereal, the angel shining beneath the surface and for the first time since the bombing, Michael feels that awful imbalance. His own inferiority stares back at him, everything Jeffrey is that he can never be piling on Michael’s shoulders. His brother is back, formidable and far more unforgiving than Michael himself, scarred from the depths Michael has sunk. He should never have given him the key to his confidence. 

‘You take away their lives, their loved ones. You rule and subjugate the Outposts to your dominion and have them claw over each other to fit your warped perception of survival.’ Jeffrey’s voice is laced with venom, ‘They deserve someone better than you, anyone but you. If that person has to be me, then so be it.’

AHHH SHAKE SHACK ANON! DID YOU SEE I WROTE IT IN FOR YOU?! 😂💖Oh this definitely happened! And not just with students, but teachers too. 

Michael glowers right into the back of his twin’s head. Jeffrey sits stock still, taking in every word as if spellbound. His glossy curls gleam in the candlelight, copied from Michael himself as his hand shoots into the air again. Laurent Reveers, the man filling in for John-Henry is tall, dark and the entire package. His eyes sweep over the class of boys with a distaste that could rival Severus Snape’s. His frequent dissatisfied comments and sarcastic wit his Michael always excited for their next lesson. He can’t help but hope that Ariel will keep Laurent on, even after John-Henry returns, he’s just too much fun. 

Buckle in for more of the twins! 🙊

Jeffrey’s always been the more independent of the twins. He had to be the one to stand up to Constance’s wrath, the one to fend off the malevolent ghosts at the Murder House. Miriam Mead had no love for the angel living under her roof, her focus was 100% Michael and Jeffrey had to deal with it. Jeffrey stood by, what else could he do? Michael adores his Mrs Mead and trusts her with his life, almost at the same level of trust the brothers have, but not quite. Michael was adamant that he and Jeffrey stay in the same room and most nights Michael would sneak over and push his way into Jeffrey’s bed, seeking his companionship. Jeffrey never complained, he liked watching out for Michael even if he wouldn’t always admit it. His brother grew clingy after Jeffrey took a wander after the Black Mass, after the death of that poor girl at the hands of Anton Levay. Eventually Jeffrey pushed the twins single beds together, there just wasn’t enough room for them to share the one bed like they had with Constance, back when they really were six years old. Jeffrey and Michael have grown-up, but old habits die hard. 

He rolls over facing the cold empty space next to him and it feels wrong, not having Michael beside him. Jeffrey is used to having his twin stuck to his back, Michael having to have one part touching his twin at all times. But Jeffrey can’t deny that the newfound freedom is liberating, to be able to stretch out in his new double bed, to turn the lights out when he wants without having to check Michael’s ready for bed too, to sleep with the duvet on for the first time ever. 

His eyes are just beginning to slip closed, finally comfortable and warm after such a long day. He cannot believe that only six hours ago he was arguing with police officers, thinking about how on earth he was going to scrape enough money together for a lawyer. Jeffrey never though their sanctuary would come in the form of a Warlock, a man who didn’t look twice at Jeffrey. He spoke mostly to Michael, trying to coax out the power lurking within him and when Jeffrey unpinned that officer from the wall he saw Ariel Augustus’ eyes shine - two for the price of one. The Hawthorne Academy is a fresh start, a chance for Jeffrey and Michael to hone their skills and forge their own paths. Jeffrey’s eyes fall over the stack of textbooks on his besides table, promising magic he’s never even heard of and classes that will help shape him into the man he was always destined to be. He’s also excited for Michael, to see his twin finally find a place in the world. To find likeminded people who accept him, who accept them both. 

A knock at his door brings Jeffrey from the brink of sleep, ‘Huh?’ His mumble is unintelligent as the door opens and it takes a moment for Jeffrey to make out who is illuminated in the light from the hallway, ‘Ariel?’

‘My apologies for disturbing you, Jeffrey.’ Ariel begins, ‘Michael is uh…’ I watch the Warlock struggle with his words, ‘He’s asking for you.’

Jeffrey frowns, ‘Is he alright?’ 

‘He’s fine.’ Ariel doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he placed one on the doorframe while the other waves about in the air. ‘One of our tutors found him wandering the halls looking for you. He was very…determined to see you.’

Jeffrey knows what’s wrong, because he’s been feeling it too hasn’t he? He kicks off the covers, removing himself from the coziness he’s created and shoves his feet into the black slippers by the side of his bed, ‘Where is he?’

‘We thought it best to put Michael near me.’ Ariel says leading the way to Michael’s room. ‘As you seem to have much more control over your magic than he, we wanted to Michael close just in case-’

‘In case you needed to contain him.’ 

Ariel purses his lips, ‘I suppose. Thought contain is a strong word.’ He taps twice on Michael’s door and then cracks it open, ‘Michael, I have Jeffrey with me.’

Michael is sat in front of the blazing fire he’s got going. He gets to his feet and on seeing Ariel is still in the room his expression becomes stony, ‘Leave us.’

Ariel’s eyes slide back to Jeffrey, ‘Will you find your way back alright?’

‘I won’t be back tonight.’ Because Jeffrey knows Michael isn’t going to let him go, he’s not ready yet. The door closes to and Michael runs right over to his twin and throws his arms around Jeffrey. The air is pulled from Jeffrey’s lungs, ‘Michael?’

‘I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.’ He says, hiding his face in the silk of Jeffrey’s pyjamas. ‘I thought they were going to take me away and do things and we’d be parted forever.’ 

Jeffrey’s hand pats Michael’s curls, keeping his brother close, ‘I would never let that happen.’

‘What if they didn’t give you a choice?’

Jeffrey’s hold tightens, he did fear exactly that. ‘It doesn’t matter now, we’re here and things are going to get so much better.’

Michael gives him a timid smile, his eyes are red and the cut on his cheek hasn’t been treated properly. ‘Have you been crying?’

‘No.’

‘Michael?’

His brother holds Jeffrey’s gaze for a minute then his adam’s apple bobs as Michael chokes back a sob and he cracks, ‘It was lonely. It didn’t feel like you were here, like you were miles away from me.’ 

Jeffrey brushes his thumb over Michael’s cut, letting his magic slowly extract the infection and heal it over, the scar now just a blemish. ‘Well it won’t scar.’ He reports, ‘You’re as pretty as ever, though I’m still the handsome twin.’

Michael lets him have that jab tonight, his eyes are downcast, his fingers keeping hold of Jeffrey’s sleeve. ‘Ariel keeps going on about this Alpha person, I think it’s one of us but I don’t know who.’

That’s new information, Jeffrey feels the impending competition looming, that these Warlocks may try and pit the brothers against each other. Jeffrey will tackle Ariel Augustus and his nonsense tomorrow, right now he needs to be there for his brother. He lets Michael pull him over to his bed and watches as he peeling back the covers and pushes the duvet onto the floor. Jeffrey kicks off his slippers and slides in beside his twin. Michael curls up at once, pressing himself into Jeffrey’s side. Jeffrey loops his arm over and let’s Michael rest his head on his chest, usually this would be too much but tonight both twins need each other. Today was too close a call and finally the unease Jeffrey’s been carrying around begins to leave. Michael’s head grows heavy, ‘Can hear your heartbeat?’ Michael murmurs, ‘It’s racing.’

‘No it isn’t.’

Michael peers up at him and his eyes are wide, ‘You were scared, scared of losing me too.’

Jeffrey nods, ‘You’re my twin. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you, ever.’  

‘I didn’t think you were scared of anything.’ 

Jeffrey doesn’t answer that, he doesn’t tell Michael that he’s terrified every day that something will break them apart, that he will no longer be enough for Michael Langdon in this new world of magic. Instead, Jeffrey pushes his feet onto Michael’s legs delighting in the way Michael hisses, shoving Jeffrey’s legs off, ‘Why do you always do that?’ He whines.

‘Cause it’s funny seeing your reaction.’

‘You’re damn freezing,’ Michael shudders.

‘If I have to spend the night sweltering then you can put up with a momentarily bit of cold.’ 

It isn’t long before Michael settles in Jeffrey’s arms again, all the tension falling away as he cuddles into his twin, ‘Is it embarrassing we’re still sharing a bed?’

‘A little.’ Jeffrey admits, ‘But who cares, huh?’

Michael nods, ‘You won’t ever leave me again, will you?’ Jeffrey can’t resist a smile, Michael’s getting dopey, his voice thick with exhaustion. ‘Get some sleep, Michael.’

‘You won’t though. Not like after the Black Mass?’ 

Jeffrey winces at the memory, drawn back into the past. He had to get out of the Murder House and lose himself for a while. It was a place of evil he never should have stepped foot inside, he knows that now. The angel sought refuge in the only place he knew Michael couldn’t go inside - the church. How spent four days with the priests, just sitting at the pews and eating whatever they gave him. They could sense there was something about Jeffrey, his resolution and reluctance to speak, but every priest saw the haunted look in his eyes. Jeffrey pushed it all down, collected himself and did his best to purge the darkness that had threatened to engulf him, indulging in this new sanctuary till he finally felt like himself again. Till he could face the hellhole once more. 

But Michael was gone. 

It had taken him a week to track down Miriam Mead’s address and even longer to earn back Michael’s trust. There was a day when Jeffrey thought his twin would never forgive him for his momentary abandonment, that all he would ever see in Michael’s blue eyes was the bitter sting of betrayal and that lingering fear that I’d leave him all over again. The day he found Michael asleep in his bed and let his opposite snake around and fit against like the missing key to a lock, Jeffrey knew things were going to be alright. 

‘I’m not going anywhere, ever again.’