Michael x reader imagines :)
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Word count: 1,707 Pre-apocalypse
'get out! I never want to see you again!' 'You're disgrace to our family and I hope you burn in hell you satanist!' 'You're such a fuck up, I'm ashamed to even know you'
You heard voices screaming at you from every angle. You were used to hearing voices yell at you for being different. But these voices were personal. These voices were your family. These voices dig into you more than any other. They loved you. Scratch that. You always assumed that they loved you. Until today.
Bags were thrown into your arms and you were pushed out of the door. Before you could even process what happened four hands were on your arms. A man on each side of you pulling your arms towards a large black car. Why was this happening? Why would your family do this? Where were you going? Is this real? Wake up y/n. Wake up.
Your mind was in so many different places that you didn't even hear the lady with big red hair introducing herself.
'Y/n? Did you hear that?' You snapped out of your thoughts as you were in the car, and turned to the red haired lady with odd glasses. 'Y/n?' You heard again, it didn't sound like the big haired lady this time.
'Y/n' a voices called that woke you up and snapped you out of your dream. This voice belonged to Cordelia Goode. 'Hey, sweetie, it's time to get up, we have a lot to do today.' Her voice was calm and sweet. She smiled and closed the door as she walked away.
You rubbed your eyes and got up and ready for the day. You knew exactly what today was. You and Cordelia were to meet the famous new warlock, Michael. It's said he's the next supreme. The though of that made you laugh. A man? As the next supreme? That's funny. Except it isn't.
You put on a long sleeve black dress that rested below your collar bones and on the sides of your shoulders, it turned into a flowey skirt at your hips and went down to your knees. It was something casual but you topped it off with 3 inch heels and a black hat. You were ready to go, completely unprepared for what was soon to come.
The location was far away, meaning you had to take a plane. 'Cordelia?' You asked worriedly. 'Hm?' She looked at you. 'What if he is the next supreme? What would happen then?' Your voice slight shaking at the thought of change. You never really liked the thought of changing, not after all of the changes you were forced to go through, you couldn't take anymore.
'He isn't. He will never be. He may be powerful, but he is a man. A man has never been the supreme. And a man will never be the supreme.' Cordelia reassured, noticeably getting worked up at the topic. You didn't want to ask anymore questions, but you were starting to get anxious not knowing what would happen if he were to be the supreme. 'But, uh, but what if?' Your voice got quite as your question progressed. You didn't look at her because you could already picture her getting angry.
'Y/n, I know what you've been through. I know you're afraid of change. But nothing is changing. He isn't the supreme and he will never be.' She rested her hand on your shoulder, shocking you with her kind and gentle reaction. You immediately calmed down 'thank you Cordelia' you smiled and then didn't talk for the rest of the flight.
