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Michael Langdon - Neighbors

Warnings: Kind of short, idk Soft!Michael? Soft!Antichrist? [I know the gif isn't in the right setting, but it was the only one where he wasn't acting like, well, the ANTICHRIST]

Words: 1.0k

I just moved into the infamous Murder House. My parents and I had just moved from Michigan to L.A for my father’s work. The house was, surprisingly, inviting, and warm. I knew that there were a lot of deaths in this house, but I don’t know. There was something about it that made me love it more.

I was unpacking some boxes in my room until I heard the bell ring.

To be honest, I never liked having to meet new people, but my parents went out so I kind of didn’t have the choice. I walked out of my room, went down the stairs, and down the door. I had a sudden feeling that maybe the person I was about to meet wouldn’t be bad as I thought. This person would change me forever.

I twisted the knob and was faced to two new people. There was a woman, with blonde hair and a dish in her hand, and a teenage boy whom had the same blonde hair as her, but had a glimpse of kindness in his eyes, almost like innocence.

“Hello there, you must be Y/N? Are your parents home?” The woman asked.

“Yes, I am and no, my parents aren’t home. May I help you?” Politely offering a kind smile.

“Of course, my name is Constance and this is my grandson, Michael. We live across the street. May we come in?” The boy fidgeted nervously with his fingers.

“Please, do come in.” The boy passed by me and offered me a smile, kindly giving me a sweet look.

They both walked to the kitchen, like they knew where was everything in the house. I mean, Constance doesn’t look like she’s new to the neighborhood. I offered them some seats and Constance informed me of her situation and how she knew so well the house. In the meantime, Michael was sitting shyly in front of me, listening passionately to the stories I shared with both of them.

After a few moments of talking, I heard my parents coming through the front door. “Y/N, where are you?” My mother called out.

“In the kitchen, mom. Our neighbors gave us a visit.”

Constance and my mother both embraced kindly, giving my mother the dish, she had in her hands. My father greeted the two of them, and looked at me with big eyes, meaning "A BOY?!". I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit.

They all started to talk and I asked the boy if he wanted to let them talk. He gladly accepted with a smile. We both excused ourselves from the adults and I took him to my room, hopefully it was quieter.

“And that’s my room. I haven’t finished unpacking yet, but I’m getting there.” He walked by me, as I closed the door behind me. My laptop was sat on my bed, my playlist on hold.

“It already looks cool. Sorry, we haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Michael Langdon.” He held out his hands out, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Right, and I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” I took his hand in mine, feeling his warm touch on my cold hand. My cheeks peeked a tint of pink and a real smile; I haven’t smiled for real in a long time.

“You have a really nice room, you know. Mine is kind of basic, at home.” My walls were painted in a deep blue-grey shade. I’ve always like neutral colors and wall decorations. I still had to hang my accessories like my vinyl and CDs on my wall, as well as some painting and posters of grunge groups. I had a lot of blankets on my bed; I’ve always been cold, even in summer. I was born like that, but I wouldn’t prefer to be hot all the time.

“Thanks. I still have to unpack my books and music stuff, but most of it is done. At my old house, my room was smaller than this one, it’s nice to have more space. With school and the thousand of homework that the teachers give us, the space is nice.” He looked curious when I said ‘’books and music’’.

“Do you need help with unpacking? I can help you if you want.” He placed his blonde hair strand that was hanging on his forehead back.

“Thank you, I’d really appreciate that.”

We both started taking the things out of the boxes, we would talk about anything really. He told me he was a single kid too (A/N: to his knowledge, back at the time) and he knew how it felt to be lonely. Company was great, but I always kind of the loner kid. He was the only one I actually wanted to hang out with, not only to say ''hi'' at school. I heard my father knock on the door before opening the door.

“Michael, it’s very nice to meet you, but Constance is about to leave.” My father walked away, leaving us say our goodbyes.

“Thank you again, Michael. It’s really nice to have a friend around.” I gave him a warm smile, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek. He gave me back the smile and looked down nervously.

“Would you like to hang out sometime, you know, just the two of us?” I nodded and he walked away, closing the door behind him.

As he disappeared, I smiled to myself, not regretting anything I had done. I was the first time in a long time that I was genuinely happy.

That was only the beginning to,

Our

Story.

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Kaz Brekker - The Night of Sorrow

Part 2 here

Warnings: Mention of haphephobia (fear of being touched or touching others), mention of the Menagerie aka selling people, lost family.

A/N: I am not romanticizing Kaz's phobia. The context of this imagine is that the reader has been known by Kaz for a long time, just like for Inej. It is not sudden, or else his phobia wouldn't be his diagnosis. Overall, enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2!

Words: 1.5k

[Kaz’s POV]

Rotty.

What a fool.

An evil and ironic thought came through my mind, making scoff a bit. I do have that painting, though.

Everyone in this club, my club, my Crow Club looked like pitied old fools who wouldn’t be able to hold on for another drink. I walked to my chamber, to finally get some peace from this hellhole.

As I walked through the door, locking the door, I could hear the wet and muddy streets of Ketterdam. My window was always open, hoping to get the humid and wet air from outside into my lungs.

I carefully took off my gloves, hoping to have them refreshed before going further on the night. I heard a slight sound, other than the one coming from my gloves, behind me.

I felt a familiar presence coming out of the shadows; the only person I would let into my personal chamber.

Y/N.

“Hello, Y/N.”

I looked at her through the reflection of the mirror placed in front of me.

“What information do you have for me tonight?”

I watched her slowly pull her hood out and place her mask down to show me her beautiful complexion.

“A lead on a job. A big one. Enough money to change lives.” She spoke with her stern, but sweet voice.

I would do anything for her, but for a job? That is not likely.

“It doesn’t take much to change someone’s life in the Barrel.” I kept scraping off the dirt off of my hands when I heard her heels tap on the floor.

“A million Kruge?” I raised my head, slid my gloves onto my hands and turned to look at her. Closely walking up to her, I felt my heartbeat race at the sight of Y/N.

I knew how promising she was, both being kind and loyal, but also being useful and resourceful.

“What’s the name?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Dreesen. A wealthy merchant.”

“Dreesen. I’ve heard of him. He could afford it. The question is, what’s worth a million Kruge to him?” She looked nervous, almost scared of what she was about to say.

“He’s looking for a crew willing to cross the Fold into East Ravka and bring back something.”

“The Fold?” She nodded. “Well, of course, certain death pays a million. He didn’t say what he wants nicked?”

“No. But he’s taking meetings tonight, starting at midnight. Don’t worry. I followed him.” A small smirk appeared on the side of my mouth. She was a very fast learner, and a brave soldier.

She told me details about what she saw. I will say one thing: She’s a smart girl.

We both moved to my desk, hoping to set a plan for the night to come.

“Kaz, I got this lead from one of the girls at the Menagerie. They tell me things in case you’d buy them out, like you did with me.” She released shyly. I knew she felt bad about all of her friends.

“I didn’t, I’m paying off your indenture.” She tilted her head impatiently

“You know what I mean.” She stared at me with dark eyes.

“This one girl, Kesh, she has skill. She’s like me-” I swiftly cut her off, lifting up my head from my papers.

“I only invest in the one of a kind. She isn’t like you. No one is.” I felt her eyes flutter in mine. I never had a deep conversation with her, certainly not of this kind.

“Kaz-” She insisted.

“This isn’t up for discussion, Y/N. Now, are you in or not?”

“I'm in." She started walking away, I could see how mad she looked on her face. As though I was never able to touch anyone, I quickly walked towards her and grabbed her hand.

Her skin on my gloves didn’t feel wet and cold, it felt warm and comforting. She turned her head to face me again and most of that anger was now gone. She sighted, and held back my hand.

“I’m… I’m sorry I can’t help them out. I just… I need you. Only you, darling.”

Ever since I’ve met her, I couldn’t explain how I felt.

Something in me was moving every time that I could see a glimpse of her. My heartbeat felt heavier. A drop of sweat dropped on the back of my neck.

She stepped away from me, losing the warmth of her hand. She cleared her throat.

“So, what do we do now?”

“You’re the one who believes in a higher power.” I clenched my jaw, cursing to myself about the last sentence. “If we’re going to survive a round trip through the Fold, we’ll need a miracle or two.”

“Y/N?”

I looked up, only resulting facing my open window, reflecting the street of Ketterdam.

[Time skip]

[Y/N POV]

“Inej?” I called out from the shadows. The small and discrete girl walked out from the club.

“Y/N. There you are, I’ve looking for you for hours.” She took off her hood, showing me her face.

“What have we learned?” I asked sternly.

“Too make it short, we have to find a way to get through the fold, by sunrise.” I raised my eyebrows sarcastically.

“By sunrise? It’s in less than 6 hours. Saints, what is so important to Dreesen?” She looked down and took my hand to lead me somewhere quieter. We walked up some stairs, to Kaz’s chamber. He opened the door, letting us both in. But I looked behind me, only finding the door.

“Where have you been?” Kaz asked as he looked at his pocket watch. “Out.” I answered dryly.

“Inej told me you were by the sea; I know you go there when you’re troubled.” He looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

It was true: I always go there when I don’t feel like myself.

[Flashback]

I jumped right through the window, leaving Kaz to himself.

My only thoughts at the moments were dark and disturbing. I almost ran to the sea, inhaling the salty and humid smell. My heart felt heavy and weird. I don’t know why, but the way Kaz said: “Only you, darling.”. It almost made me feel nauseous.

I’ve never had a romantic relationship before, even just a real friendship. Inej and I were taken to the menagerie when we were young, and well I wasn’t as good as her back then. She was always the better one with weapons, mostly knives. I was always better with a bow and arrow, but it’s not convenient nor easy to find. She was also better to make friends, that is how she got out of the menagerie.

I sat down on the shoreline, admiring the waves of the True Sea. I remembered in my childhood that I would sing to my little brother, Dmitri. My throat started to sing before I even thought about doing it. I let my thoughts drift off, enjoying the time to think about Kaz.

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel anything for Kaz. He does make me feel like I’m the only one he cares about. I knew about his past, and I respected his boundaries. In fact, I do believe I was the only one who could walk into his room without getting a cane in the face.

Oh Saints.

I need to go back.

[Present time]

“What is it that Dreesen wants?” I took some papers in my fingers, studying them.

“You didn’t answer to my question, Y/N.” He stopped what he was doing for a second, studying my expression.

“I needed a break, that’s all. Answer to mine.”

“He wants a Saint.” My head snapped to his. A Saint? The only Saint that ever existed was more than a thousand years ago. As if he read my thoughts, he continued his sentence. “A Sun Summoner.” My eyes widened.

A Sun Summoner? Saints, that explains the million Kruge.

“What’s the plan, Kaz?” “I’ll find a way.”

“Are you sure?” He didn’t reply. “Do you want me to go?” I started walking away, but he called me, just like the previous hours.

“Stay, I need your help. Besides, you’re coming with us.” He completely dropped the papers and walked closer to me.

“I can’t leave.” I insisted, showing him my wrist: which had the mark of Tante Helene.

“You will. I have a plan, for you.”

“Bu-” “Don’t you worry about a thing, Y/N. I’ve got you.” He lifted his hand to my hair, taking a deep breath and passing it through my locks. A small smile appeared on my face, as it did on his.

The two lovers of Ketterdam.

The Bastard of the Barrel and the Orphan Hunter.

Even Jesper knew it would happen.

The Night of Sorrow-Part 2!

HIII

So part 2 will be out at 4:00 PM EST, which is my time in Quebec. The part 2 is already scheduled for the release. Anyways, I have loads of fun to write it and I hope that you will enjoy it even more than the first part.

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Masterlist

Link to my Instagram: rosexdenis

Created: 25/05/21

Updated: 21/07/24

UNIVERSE

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Spencer Reid

We Shouldn't Be Doing This

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House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Love of My Life

Wednesday (TV SHOW)

Xavier Thorpe

Hurt

Believe Me

Take my hands

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

"You're my favorite person, Eddie"

Divergent

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I'm Not Going Anywhere

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Please

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Purple Sky

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Reality Locks In

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American Horror Story

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Nice to Meet You

Kit Walker

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Misty Day

Michael Langdon

Neighbors

Lost Lovers

Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

The Night of Sorrow

The Night of Sorrow (Part 2)

Malyen Oretsev

Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey

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