Ok BUT IMAGINE Noah having someone in that Outpost that cares for him apart from Gallant and the Grey‘s, takes him to bed with her when he can‘t sleep because of nightmares and so on. And someday Noah takes Y/N with her to an Interview with Michael and he immediately is like: 😍😍 And someday they‘re a cute little family
Michael being 😍 but what if Reader is 😠
Y/N, much like the other residents of the Outpost did not trust Langdon. She felt like she had to be wary around him, unsure if she would do the wrong thing to end up being killed. So for the most part, she just stayed out of his way. She felt lucky that he had yet to call her in for an interview. But who could she complain to? They were all on Mr. Langdon’s time.
The only shimmer of hope in that dark underground hell was Noah. She remembers trying to explain to the boy how he ended up there without having a real explanation. So she did the best she could to turn their stories into fairytales rather than the nightmare it really was. Y/N had never really thought of herself as the “motherly” type, but his sweet vulnerability made it impossible for her not to care for him. Even the ditziest of the residents had taken a liking to Noah. She doesn’t know what they would have done so many months without him.
She slept as peacefully as she could on her uncomfortable Outpost mattress - is was the little things she missed the most. What she wouldn’t do for her Bed, Bath, and Beyond mattress topper now.
But her sleep was interrupted by a pair of tiny hands shaking her awake, “Y/N. Y/N,” Noah called her name in a hushed tone. “Wake up.” he bounced his knees on the bed, hoping that would get her to wake up.
She opened her eyes and was met with his. “Hey, buddy,” she sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
Noah tugged on her arm, “We gotta go,”
“Slow down - where are we going?”
Noah pulled his toy, the one Michael had gifted him, and shown it to Y/N. “Mr. Langdon gave me this. You gotta come see him.”
Y/N didn’t even attempt to mask her distrust of Michael. And she worried for Noah wondering what Michael’s intentions were with the child. She couldn’t help the protectiveness that overcame her.
“Noah,” she sat him down on the bed with her, brushing back his hair. “We have to be careful, okay. We don’t know him.”
“He’s my friend,” Noah pouted.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go talk to Mr. Langdon myself and while I do that you can hang out in here and draw me a new picture to hang up.”
Noah looked down at the bed, but nodded.
Y/N sighed slipping on her shoes and making her way to Michael’s bedroom in her nightgown.
She planned on giving him a piece of her mind.
She knew what the other interviews were doing to the other residents - the psychological games and manipulation. She’d be damned if she let Michael do that with a child.
Y/N swung open his door without knocking. To her surprise, he was already awake. He stood in front of his mirror, dressed in black from head to toe, his blonde waves brushing his shoulders.
“Ah, what do I owe this intrusion to Miss...” he questioned for her last name.
She stomped closer until she was almost chest to chest with him. She looked up at him, the realization of how underdressed she was creeping in.
“Leave the kid alone. Anything you need to do is going through me I don’t care if -”
“Excuse me,” he frowned down at her. “I don’t think you have a clue what you’re talk-”
“I do know.” she poked his chest. “I know that you said not all of us were going to make it out of here. And I know how some of the interviews have gone. Noah’s a good kid. Just. Please. Don’t hurt him.” Y/N didn’t expect her tears to start streaming down her face as she spoke. Partly due to the maternal instincts kicking in - the other part having to do with her fear of what Michael would do to her for approaching him like this.
Immediately, much like when he was interviewing Noah, Michael’s walls began to crumble down. His features softened as he took her wrist that was on his chest and set her hand down.
Something about the way she cared for the boy - the way he wishes someone would have cared for him made his heart tighten. He could sense that despite her own fears, she was there protecting Noah.
Michael never would have seen this coming from Y/N. He hadn’t gotten to her interview yet, but from the few times he’d seen her around she was not one for confrontation.
“Hey,” he gently brought his hand up to wipe her tears, anticipating her to flinch away. When she stayed still, he swiped his thumb over her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt him. I promise.”
“Here,” he led her to his chair and knelt down. His eyes scanned down her clothing briefly before he met her eyes again. The soft glow of the candlelight made her look so beautiful. His large hand covered her knee and slowly started to rub comforting circles on it.
“I admire how much you care for him.” his voice was low. Y/N could describe it as comforting, as strange as she thought. “I want to protect him. He’s just a child.” he said. Those words echoed in his head.
Y/N nodded, “He is.” she sniffled, slowly looking up to meet Michael’s blue eyes. It was surprising to see him without his red eyeshadow. It softened his look so much, she got lost in his gaze for a moment.
“He called you his friend,” she told him. She noticed Michael’s smile perk up at that.
He chuckled softly, “I’m glad he trusts me,” he paused, taking her hand in his, “Do you? Do you trust me not to hurt him - or you for that matter?”
“I don’t know.” she sighed
“I suppose that’s fair,” Michael let go of her hand. “But I give you my word.”
She nodded and sighed deeply in an attempt to relieve her body of the tension she’d been holding.
They both turned their heads up at the same time when Michael’s door creaked open. Noah came rushing in, crumbled paper in hand, he climbed up on Y/N’s lap.
“Hey!” she giggled, trying to look like she hadn’t been crying. Michael stayed on the floor, his hand still lingering on her.
“Look!” Noah held his drawing up for both Michael and Y/N to see. “It’s you, me, and Mr. Langdon.”
“That looks great,” Michael smiled, reaching up to ruffle his hair the same way Y/N always did.
Y/N watched in awe of Langdon being able to be so tender with the child. she didn’t know if she trusted him completely, but she knew he wouldn't do anything harmful to Noah. And for now that was enough for her.
Michael invited them to hang out in his room for the morning; he treated them to hidden snacks he had in his luggage. They had a makeshift picnic on his wooden floor. He knew Y/N didn’t trust him entirely, but he had the compulsion to make her trust him. He liked her. He knew he was there for business, but didn’t expect to meet Y/N or Noah to change his plans for the Cooperative.
anyway i wasnt gonna tag anyone in this one bc idk if it makes sense / is good BUT i had promised to write more Noah content so. here you go!
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