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american horror story: apocalypse. michael langdon/mr. gallant.
4500 words. warnings on AO3. post-series.
“You would trip and fall into hell,” Michael remarks. When he drops his hand, Gallant drops too, gripping his thighs and gasping as memories rush back. Typical. Michael touches the visible vertebrae at the nape of Gallant’s bent neck, tracing the edge of his nail up and over each bump. He thinks of a bunker at the end of the world and scissors slammed into lavender silk. He thinks of apples. And then he asks, “Do you remember everything now?”
When Gallant looks at him again, Michael knows that he does.
“Good boy,” Michael says. “Or, I should say, very, very bad.”
[ rulers make bad lovers ]
american horror story: apocalypse. michael langdon/mr. gallant.
4500 words. warnings on AO3. post-series.
“You would trip and fall into hell,” Michael remarks. When he drops his hand, Gallant drops too, gripping his thighs and gasping as memories rush back. Typical. Michael touches the visible vertebrae at the nape of Gallant’s bent neck, tracing the edge of his nail up and over each bump. He thinks of a bunker at the end of the world and scissors slammed into lavender silk. He thinks of apples. And then he asks, “Do you remember everything now?”
When Gallant looks at him again, Michael knows that he does.
“Good boy,” Michael says. “Or, I should say, very, very bad.”
[ rulers make bad lovers ]
