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MICHAEL LANGDON x READER WRITTEN FOR -insouciance _
Were you in love with the antichrist? Yes. Would this scare most people? Again yes. But did it scare you? Absolutely not.
Michael scared a lot of people however you were not one of them. Particularly because he had never given you a reason to be afraid of him. People who feared him had never seen the sweet, soft side of him that he showed whenever he was around you. You calmed his rage and you smoothed out his rough edges. You were his balm and everybody saw it.
You found yourself thinking about this as you laid next to him in bed, your fingers tracing absentminded shapes on his chest against the soft, black fabric of his shirt as his nimble fingers carded carefully through your hair.
He seemed to notice your distant mind because he rested his hand gently on your crown, his nails lightly scratching your scalp in the way he knew you loved. "What are you thinking about?"
You lifted your head from his chest and rested your chin on it instead so you could meet his baby blue eyes. "You."
Michael smiled softly, moving his hand to cup your cheek tenderly in his palm. "What about me?"
You smiled, leaning into his gentle touch and letting your eyes fall shut. "Just how much I love you is all. Nothing unusual." you grin, turning your head to kiss the inside of his wrist.
Michael's smile widened and he pushed your hair gently from your eyes, moving his hand to softly grip your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb so he could carefully tug your lips to his own. You kissed him softly, humming quietly in content as his plump, pink lips molded perfectly against your own. It never failed to amaze you how you both seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. So different yet so right.
Michael pulled away after a long moment and rested his forehead on yours, bumping your noses together affectionately. "I love you too," he said softly, pecking your lips once more, then your nose, then your forehead. "So, so much."
You laughed softly as he peppered kisses to your face, crinkling your nose as you stared up at him. "Really? I didn't notice," you teased him gently, grinning when he rolled his eyes fondly with a smile of his own and laughing softly when he pulled you close once more. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, your arms winding around his waist as he peppered your crown with gentle kisses before nuzzling his nose into your hair.
Michael took in your scent, one that was ever so familiar to him and he sighed softly in content. He knew he had a good number of people that feared him and what he was, but as you breathed steadily against your shirt and traced your feather-like fingers up and down his back, he couldn't bring himself to care. You loved him. That was all he needed.
