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The Thought Of You
Setting/Time: Michael is currently a student at Hawthorne and you're staying there with him.
Summary: It's Michael's last night before graduation. Worried about how much Michael's father could control him, you put his powers up to the test.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1,378
You walk along the empty hallways, taking in the pictures and scenery around you. It was Michael's final night at the school before graduation. Although you knew you'd end up having to leave one day, you didn't know you'd feel so dreadful about it. The pit and feeling in your stomach send aches throughout the rest of your body. Not knowing how much influence Satan has on Michael as he became more and more powerful and how that might affect your relationship, scared you more than anything. You'd still be there for him no matter what, but you can't shake this feeling and it's eating you from the inside out.
You continue walking until you come to stop. You look up and realize you had made it to the library. Smiling, you reminisce about the first month Michael stayed at Hawthorne and how he aced the test which challenged his powers and becoming the first level four warlock. And then out of nowhere, that pit in your stomach makes an appearance again. The smile that you were carrying on your face, quickly started to erase, turning into a frown.
You enter the library after standing at the entrance for some time. Upon entering, there you saw Michael. His hair so perfectly combed and his bowtie still on from the school day, sitting by the fireplace, watching the flames. The pit remains, annoyed and wondering why it's still there, desperate for it to leave and for things to go back to how they used to be. When you first arrived at Hawthorne with Michael.
As you walk over to Michael, a sad smile wept across your face. You slid down on the seat, next to him while facing the fire. Slowly, you lay your head on his shoulder. Feeling his warmth was all you needed to ease the pit in your stomach. You close your eyes and take in his presence while entangling your arm with his. Michael lays his head down on yours and clasps his hand with yours.
"What have you been up to?" you softly ask.
"Just, thinking about our time here together," he responded weakly. His graduation was a thrill for the both of you, however seeing his power increase and the hold Satan might have on him, worried you both deeply. Michael's magic seemed like it had magnified more than you had ever expected, over the past couple of months. Sometimes, his power would have complete control over him, not being able to stop himself from doing something he'd deeply regret. Michael tried his best to keep everyone around him safe, he never wanted to hurt anyone. You knew his father was trying to find a way to make Michael become engulfed by his dark magic, leading him on the awful path of cleansing the world. Michael knew this too, but he tried his hardest to not let it get to him. It only really worked when you were with him. You knew you were a menace to his father's plan, which only made you want to stay with Michael, more than you already did.
"I'm afraid," Michael whispered. You furrow your eyebrows.
"Of what Michael?" you asked, picking up your head.
He turned to you, eyes pooling with tears. "Of him." You automatically knew who he was talking about.
Michael turned his position, so his body was facing you.
"I don't want to be like this. I never wanted to. I can't just follow his plan. I won't. But the power... it has a grip on me. It entraps me and I become filled with ecstasy when it does, but shame and fear at the same time. I try to, but I can't deny how good the magic feels. And it scares me. I don't have any control and I'm afraid I might hurt someone."
Holding his face, you wipe the tears from his cheekbones.
"Michael, you won't hurt anyone. I know you won't. And none of this is your fault. Feeling that way about the power, it isn't your fault. And none of that matters when you have multiple around to support you. The council, your friends... me." Michael let out a chuckle.
"The point is, I know you're strong enough to fight whatever grip Satan has on you. You can control your magic. You just need some practice." you said, as a light bulb goes off in your mind.
You glance around the room you were in, remembering when Michael took that test to see how powerful he was. You remember when he was tasked to turn the particles in the surrounding air into snow and how he lost complete control of himself, almost freezing the entire warlock council to death.
You quickly get up and grab Michael's hand, leading him to the middle of the room.
"Do it for me." you say. Michael looked at you in confusion.
"Make it snow." you continued. "Make it snow for me like how you did on your test."
"What? I can't. The last time I did that, I almost killed our instructors."
"You almost.. did. But you didn't. You snapped back."
"Only when I was yelled at. And it ended with my nose bleeding..."
"Michael. You can control it. I know you can. I said that you needed to practice. Why not start here? Make it snow, and prove to your father that he doesn't have a grip on you anymore."
Michael paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He then looked at you, slowly nodding.
Michael slowly raises one arm above his head, to the ceiling. He then formed one snowflake in his hands. He did the same with his other hand. Slowly, Michael was able to create multiple snowflakes, falling gently from the ceiling. Then, came snowfall. Entrapped by the snow falling around you, the two of you looked up and began laughing.
"Now, I want you to put all your energy into one thing. Focus on one thing. It can be anything. Just put all of your energy into it, and continue to make it snow." you said, trying your best to guide Michael on controlling his magic.
Michael closed his eyes and kept his arms up. You watched as the snow continued to pour on the two of you. You weren't scared about him accidentally freezing the entire room up. Because you knew he wouldn't. You knew he could control it.
Michael slowly opened his eyes, as the snow started to die down. He put his arms back at his sides, glancing around the library, shocked and so relieved he hasn't killed you with an accidental blizzard.
You smiled and clapped your hands together. "See! You did it! You were able to control it! What did you think about?" He looked at you and smiled.
"I thought of you. You said to focus all my energy on one thing. You bring me happiness and make me feel safe and loved. So I focused it on you, Y/N." Michael glowed.
You quickly felt your heart beginning to melt as butterflies settled in your stomach. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, Y/N." Michael said, before pressing his lips on yours.
Suddenly, you felt a cold breeze. Opening your eyes, you notice the snow had started up again. You began laughing again, taking in the moment.
Michael watched, mesmerized by the sight of you smiling and happy. It was all he needed to ease his pain.
Engulfed by the love Michael had for you, he quickly pulled you into a second kiss. You stood there, hands gripping his, and lips tied around his, as the snow fell on the two of you. Being with him is all that mattered. and having you is all that mattered to him. The two of you continued to stay in each other's embrace, taking in every kiss as it continued to snow. Michael realized it didn't matter how much power his father had on him because it definitely wasn't greater than the love he felt for you.
At that moment, Michael was holding everything he ever wanted and needed. His happiness on a rainy day, His medicine for sick days. His everything. Forever.