Angel - (Michael Langdon X Reader)

(Y/N)

I haven't stopped shaking since Michael brought me back, which my resurrection is a miracle. I didn't know it was possible. He has my hand in his as he walks me to his house. I haven't been there before, but I'm excited to finally meet Ms. Mead. Also a little nervous.   

"Hey," Michael says a little nervously, "Ms. Mead is maybe someone you wouldn't normally get along with. She means a lot to me though, I just hope you two will get along." I nod my head and smile.

"I'm sure I'll love her," I tell him, making him calm down a little more. 

MICHAEL

I'm nervous that (Y/N) will find out about who-what I am. I mean, an angel like her loving a descendant of Satan? It just doesn't make sense. I just can't send her back to the academy without answers. 

We reach the house and walk her inside, I try to subtly keep her away from the kitchen where the Satanic shrine is, but Ms. Mead calls out to us to join her there. When we enter the kitchen, the shrine is gone and replaced with a lovely flower bouquet. 

"So this is the lovely (Y/N) Michael always talks about," Ms. Mead says, causing (Y/N) to smile. 

"I guess it is," (Y/N) giggles. Ms. Mead nods and sets the table for us. She sets down a nice looking dinner for the three of us. (Y/N) politely thanks Mead and compliments her dish. She's a really sweet girl, I just don't know if Ms. Mead approves for that reason. 

We talk to Ms. Mead about what happened today and she looks astonished. Proud even. (Y/N) explains her abilities to Ms. Mead and while I know she finds it interesting, they're not really her thing. She doesn't like things drawn from the light. Eventually, we finish eating and Ms. Mead excuses us. 

"Well, I'll talk to you two in the morning. You guys had a rough day and should probably head to bed," Mead says, excusing us. I turn to (Y/N).

"My room is just upstairs. The door should be open. I'll be up in a minute," I tell her. She nods and walks up the stairs while I talk to Mead. 

"Honestly, I thought you would hate her," I say. Mead shakes her head.

"Shes a part of your fathers prophecy. I could never hate anyone who he approves of," she explains.

"Well how did you get rid of the shrine? Why did you?"

"We couldn't scare her off now, could we? She's important, Michael. Oh and I heard you two at the door and hurriedly hid everything." I grin at this.

"You're amazing Ms. Mead."

"Yeah, yeah. Now go to bed, Michael."

(Y/N)

I'm sitting on his bed, messing with the ends of my hair in a careless manner. Eventually Michael walks up the stairs to his room. He apologizes for not coming with me right away, and I brush it off and tell him he's okay. He throws me a large, black t-shirt of his to sleep in.

"The bathroom is right outside the door," he says. I nod, standing and exiting the room. It feels weird to wear dark colors, honestly. I haven't in a long time. Nevertheless, I go back to Michaels room. 

"Its weird to see you wearing black," he says, laughing a little to himself. 

"I know. I don't know how I feel about it," I chuckle, sitting down on his bed. "So, did you ever figure out what to tell Cordelia?"

"I'm honestly not sure, (Y/N)," he says sitting next to me. He wraps his arms around me gently. "She's going to ask a lot of questions about what I did, and quite honestly, I'm not sure. I just needed to save you," he tells me, kissing the top of my head.

"It's okay, Michael. Take your time to figure it out, I know you're confused." I then get up to get under the covers of his bed, exhausted from the day. He gets in on the other side. I begin to drift off when my eyes shoot open and I turn to face him. "How much did you see of my personal Hell?" I ask, worrying he knew my greatest fear. Silence filled the room.

"I... I saw the whole thing," he admits. He immediately holds me. "But, its okay. I understand your fear, and trust me, (Y/N), I'd never leave you." 

I eventually calm down, falling asleep in his embrace.