Armageddon left the world in a radiation haze killing everything in sight. The lucky survivors have been locked away in a series of Outposts scattered across the globe in hopes of waiting the Apocalypse out. Jaclyn Moore is one of those survivors living in the underground bunker: Outpost Three. With no recognition of who she was before the bombs dropped, can one person help her figure out the truth? Or will they kill her along with everyone else in the Outpost? [Number One in John Henry Moore Number One in Behold] WARNING: This story contains mature themes such as strong language and mentions of God. Read at your own risk. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own any of the original American Horror Story: Apocalypse characters or plot lines used to guide this story. All credit goes to Ryan Murphy.

The world as everyone knew it had met its ends, along with seven billion people. And it happened that you survived along with a lucky few, but what was it about you that made you fortunate enough to survive? Everything about you was normal, at least you thought. But it was Outpost number three that changed your life. not the apocalypse itself. Questions about who you were sprung about inside your mind. Blanks in your memory suddenly came to realization. But it was Michael Langdon's hand that held the fruit you thought you'd never see again, and the incident itself changed everything. Temptation and greed was something you never thought you'd question to hard about before. What would happen between the two of you if his hand would eventually become the only thing that held the forbidden fruit that you'd eat? Overall warnings/expectations/factors of this story include: eventual romance eventual relationship toxicity eventual mentions of trauma slightl timeline/eventual plot change/twist heavy angst eventual NSFW themes including sexual themes, gore and blood, innapropriate use of: language, knives, religious themes. false portrayal of Satanism overall, don't read this if you aren't into heavy themes. If you watch American Horror Story, then it won't most likely phase you, but I will not take responsibility for any hurt feelings. Everything in here, you'd see in the show, is what I'm saying.

❝You'd think that with all these "awesome" powers I have at least one of them could've saved me from the despair known as falling in love with thy enemy.❞ ❝Oh, hun. I know it sucks to find out the guy you're absolutely crazy about is actually evil incarnate.❞ ❝The fucking Antichrist.❞ ❝Yep. Who you must also help defeat.❞ ❝Destiny can be a real cock block.❞ AHS : APOCALYPSE {MICHAEL LANGDON x OC} ©Poison_Ivy99 [MIGHT INCLUDE EXPLICIT CONTENT]

Constance needs someone to save her. Not in a grand, heroic show that proves good can triumph evil, because she's known enough evil to understand that good can never be low down and dirty enough to win. No, what she needs an ill-fated fool that can withstand the blunt force of hellish terror that is young Michael Langdon, and hopefully, survive the ordeal. Luckily for her, you don't have anywhere else to go. It just so happens that your somewhat genuine attempt to do some good is the catalyst that sets the end of the world in motion. Or, you become entwined with Satan's golden child and by the time you realize, you're already his. Also, this was originally a fanfiction that I read on ao3, but the original creator deleted it so this is my best attempt at recreating it.

There will be sorrow and there will be pain. With the start of the apocalypse, the antichrist will reign. Accompanied by his horsemen Famine, War and Death, Humanity as we know it has taken its last breath. But one in particular has caught the conquerer's attention, Will this mean an offspring's ascension? A fight between good and evil will rise, Underlined by a burning witch's cries. Who will fall and who will stand And who will bury the flag of victory into our toxic land? °°°°°°°°°°°°°° ︴ A Michael Langdon Fanfiction ︴ ▷Poem by me ▷American Horror Story and all related characters that also appear on the show aren't mine Discontinued

𝐨. ❝ don't be afraid , i feel it too ❞ ( season 8 )

She appeared out of nowhere. Hanging upside down on a sofa with a book in her hands. "Was she your mum?" She asked. The boy shot his head towards her, fresh tears still in her eyes. "She's a bit of an oldy. I'm guessing your granny." "Who are you?" He asked nervously. A grin rose on her face, chocolate eyes squeezing nearly shut. "Roxy." - AMERICAN HORROR STORY: APOCALYPSE MICHAEL LANGDON X OC

When light and darkness clash, the world burns. Michael Langdon x reader started 27.11.18

"The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒢𝑜𝒹'𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒." - Michael Langdon x fem!Reader

"you should be bowing down to me" "and why would i do such a thing?" "why wouldn't you? that's the real question, darling."