Michael couldn’t breath. He was being week, he was being so fucking weak. Falling in love with his enemy. At first he thought it was just curiosity but then, he couldn’t stop thinking of her.
Her hazel eyes, her angelical face and her lips.
He wanted to crash his lips against hers. He wanted to feel what being touched by light was.
But he couldn’t do that. She was a light, a child of god and he was her opposite.
Michael dreamed of her besides him, being his queen and ruling the world together. But Mallory was the purest little bird he ever saw.
Warnings: Blood, depiction of violence, angst, other rather foul descriptions but that’s all. I’m not here to make you suffer. Suffer more, anyway.
Author’s Note: This was initially a summary section, but I have no energy to do so, plus, Ryan Murphy played us all so, so bad. So I decided to write this, as a ‘thank you’ note for a fandom that welcomed me with open arms and helped me through some seriously tough times this year. I’m so thankful for all of you, I am thankful for the magnificent theories and the laughs and tears we shared in these ten weeks. This is was definitely a journey. I’m thankful for Sarah, Cody, and Billie, and I’m thankful for this whole new creative world that opened right before my eyes.
I had been stuck in a writer’s block for over a year and a half and out of nowhere I began to write effortlessly again. I am thankful for my other fic The Unlucky and all of the lovely words I’ve received on it, I’m shaken to the core by you guys, thank you so much for making this so special. I know this ending was rather bitter than sweet, but to go on the tags and seeing you all (no matter what you ship, no matter what you like) makes my day ten times brighter. Honestly I don’t know what would have been of me if I hadn’t decided to turn on my TV that night and watch the season premiere for a show I hadn’t paid attention to ever before. I hope you enjoy this, I hope you treasure this season and this show as something we all went through together. Memes and avocados and Ave Bananas all the same.
Needless to say, I love you. Carrie ♡
“They came together.”
Fine clicking of spoon against porcelain was all that filled the air, as to let her words settle in, Cordelia kept stirring her tea— sugar sunken at the very bottom —as they spoke, safe in the pristine white walls of her office, devoid of any worry devoid of any care.
Bubbles McGee blinked in surprise, bringing her own cup of tea to her lips before sipping, rather loudly, for a woman of her manners.
“Well, that’s odd” she asserted, “For two teengers to bargain in that way, all alone. Unless they happened to be related.”
Cordelia had seen many cases of witches (and in this case, warlocks) gone astray, left on their own devices, sometimes with siblings, sometimes alone, wandering off until they wound up at her door. Asking to be guided, asking to be helped. But this was not the case of Michael and Mallory, no, this was different. And she couldn’t put her finger on it, so was hinted as her gaze glued itself to the door of her office, not really fixed onto anything. Just thinking.
“No, they’re not related.” the blonde woman sighed, and put her steaming cup down, “But she wouldn’t leave his side, nor would he. It was touching, almost…”
The elder raised her eyebrows in interest, her satin outfit matching the walls just perfectly, it appeared to be the only hint of color, real color, in that room were Cordelia’s dress and Bubbles’ lips.
“Was it, now?”
“…Yes”, she continued, still trying to find an explanation to something inexplicable “When they first walked through those doors I was certain I had never seen a pair so conflicted. The girl, Mallory, she seemed to be very certain of where she had to go, and what she had to do to get them both any help. I was unable to refuse, of course, partly because they’re our own kind and partly because I saw in them something I longed. Something I had been yearning for a long time now.”
Mallory gazed in awe at the black golf-ball sized diamond that laid across a deep crimson velvet case. Another gift from Michael, which marked it as the third this week.
She lifted the heavy pendant with its luminous golden chain and laid it delicately in her palm.
A small smile dancing across her lips as the black orb shifted in the warm fire light. It was a something of hers now that even make Coco of all people desire.
It would, that is, if Mallory could ever work up the courage to wear it.
Her position as a gray had left her feeling slightly embarrassed about how physically presentable she was, but just the thought of wearing this in elegant balls or fancy parties she denied herself in the past made her heart flutter.
“Do you like it?” A voice of prominent grandeur echoed from behind her.
Mallory’s smile faded and was replaced with a feeling of regrettable indulgement. Shyness wiped her serenity clean off her pale cheeks and replaced it with a blossoming scarlet.
“It’s beautiful,” Mallory breathed, her eyes falling to the reflection of Michael in the ebony diamond.
She felt a light brush against her shoulder from the palm of the man who loved her. The sound of his echoing footsteps neared Mallory as he turned to kneel before her.
His icy grey irises pierced through her facade of embarrassment as if it was a hex. “Is it?” He cocked an eyebrow, his head titling slightly and his lips pursed.
She stifled a chuckle. “It really is, I swear…” she trailed, wishing she hadn’t let her own feelings of shyness confuse him with rejection.
“Then what’s wrong?” He questioned solemnly. “I won’t be offended, Mallory.”
She turned to face him, his eyes shining bright in the firelit room.
Mallory rolled her eyes and smiled slightly, trying to sound the least bit exasperated. “What’s with the pampering lately? You haven’t been planning on dumping me, have you?”
Michael didn’t understand the joke; however, and furrowed his brow in deep confusion. “Is that what this is about?” He asked softly, taking her free hand that rested softly upon her lap in his.
“Oh, fuck, n-no that’s not what I meant at all. I was just joking,” she laughed embarassed and he smiled at her reassurance. “I just…I’m…” she trailed, searching for the right words to say in a fucking moment like this.
“You give me these gifts like I’m the queen of England, or something. But why? I won’t be able to wear any of these in the unfortunate state I’m in, and quite frankly I probably couldn’t pull them off anyways-“
“You’re right. Anything that is pulled off of you is done only by me,” he seductively teased. Her cheeks flared up again with a deeper shade of crimson and she couldn’t help the growing smile now painting itself across her face.
“You know what I meant, dumbass,” she joked. “I’m just not…not suited to where this type of stuff.”
Michael inched closer to her and slowly grazed her face with intimate affection.
“All the women that have begged me for even a second glance combined could never be as captivating as you are,” he responded, and she felt her stomach drop at his words.
“Oh fucking please,” she rolled her eyes again and bit her bottom lip. She could hear him chuckle lightly as his finger trailed down her cheek.
“I love you, Mallory,” he said earnestly, his words dripping like honey.
“Yeah, okay.” She laughed and blushed fiercely. He drew her close to him in a chastely long kiss, one of such innocent love that she had nearly forgotten what side of the heavenly war they were both on.
But they’d make it work. The world may have ended and pitted both of them supposedly against one another, but they could carve out their own fate. And they would.
It was almost certainly a risk worth fighting for…and Mallory didn’t regret any second of it.
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