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baradorable · 7 months ago

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The Grand Unifying Wind Dancer Theory

Okay, remember when I talked about Prodigy possibly being the mastermind behind the Quiet Council? Well that theory is trash, because I have a much more fun theory in mind.

Wind Dancer is behind the Quiet Council. Not only that, she's also behind Mr. Friend/Mojo. And through him, she's been manipulating things behind the scenes in a major way.

Sofia vs Mojo

Hey, so you remember how Sofia was put in charge of Mojoworld back in the Krakoa era's X-Factor book? But in later appearances, this is never mentioned again and Mojo is back in control?

Prodigy was part of X-Factor at the time. He'd KNOW Sofia is supposed to be in charge of it. Yet he doesn't even acknowledge that Mojo apparently took it back, despite running into Mojo and knowing him as a threat. No mention of how weird that is. No concern about Sofia, or any thought about her being put into danger or eliminated. Something would have had to happen.

Sure, maybe Sofia could have just texted him and said, "lol I lost control of Mojoworld, my b 🙇🏽‍♀️" But let's be real: X-Factor and the X-Men would have just gone back and beat Mojo's ass as they always do, and Sofia could reclaim her position at any time. Or literally anyone else could take the job. There's no way Mojo would be left alone.

But what if Sofia never lost her role? What if she's still in charge, and is just letting Mojo manage? Or maybe he's a pawn? Mojo might be up for it; Sofia would be in charge on paper, but if she's letting him do whatever he wants and command everyone like normal, it's not a big deal. In fact, he'd feel like he's getting one over the X-Men.

All Mojo has to do is... what he's been doing before. Which is torturing mutants and broadcasting their suffering. Business as usual.

Now, this only makes sense if Sofia wants mutants to suffer, and for their suffering to be seen. But why would she want that? It doesn't make sense! The only mutants who would approve of it are the Quiet Council.

The Quiet Council

The new Quiet Council are a group of mutants who are trying to create a new Krakoa, which they will rule over as leaders. Notably, they are purposely sabotaging mutants, are having them targetted, and are subtly ensuring that they are oppressed by humans. Their ultimate goal is to drive a wedge between humans and mutants further, to the point where mutants will have no choice but to come together in order to survive. Their bad actions are okay, but it's for the greater good: a home where mutants will have sanctuary. It would be way better for mutants than what they have now, which is... Nothing, basically.

But Sofia has a good heart. Would she really let other mutants be sacrificed for the greater good? Well, recall 15 or so years ago, when Wither was arrested. Hellion was able to convince her of the importance of mutants sticking together. (*cough cough Krakoa cough*) She was willing to do what she thought was right - freeing Wither - even though she knew it was illegal and would put the rest of the school under serious scrutiny.

Sofia herself was separated from her friends, until Krakoa came along. It saved her and repowered her. She, of all people, would have a vested interest in Krakoa.

You know who helped get Sofia on that train of thought? On the Wither Wagon? Hellion. The love of her life.

And oh, huh. So the love of her life just so happens to be part of the Quiet Council's leadership. How queer.

If you believe my Prodigy theory, about him also being involved, then that means Sofia's boyfriend AND one of her best friends are controlling things. Funny how that works.

Suddenly, Sofia being part of the Council doesn't seem so out of place. And with her power and influence, she can do a lot of the heavy lifting.

Let's circle back to Mojo. If he's part of the Quiet Council's plans, why is he fighting against Prodigy in NYX #6?

Mr. Friend

Mr. Friend is Mojo's other identity. He uses it to find homeless mutants and refugees from the original Krakoa. Without a home or anyone else to turn to, he takes them in. In exchange, he takes a bit of their DNA to make a drug called MGH - Mutant Growth Hormone.

Mutants under Mr. Friend's care are presumably cared for. They're potential allies for the Quiet Council, as they are Krakoan refugees. They'd want another Krakoa.

But what about the mutants who don't trust Mr. Friend? Well, they would need to ally with other mutants to fight a common enemy, a threat to all mutants. Which is what the Quiet Council want.

Which is what Laura does. She goes to her friends for help. Friends, including Prodigy and Sophie. IE, she's unknowingly going to the Quiet Council.

So you either join Mr. Friend and become part of Krakoa. Or you reject him and turn to the Quiet Council for help, thus becoming part of Krakoa. Or you go to other mutants for help, only for them to be part of the Quiet Council, leading you to become part of Krakoa.

No matter what, mutants joining together is the answer. Krakoa is the only way to survive.

Now what if I told you that the plan goes deeper than that? Because lets look at what MGH does: it makes humans powered and crazy. If people see this and mistake them for mutants (which will be easy, given the mutant DNA in their systems), that makes mutants look bad. So Mojo basically getting people to pay to make his job easier.

MGH is also a steroid for mutants, because it will (at least temporarily) boost their powers. And if you want to protect your nation, you need to be as strong as possible.

You know who used to sell MGH? Vanisher. A mutant who is now working with the government, as he helped them break into Scott's Alaska base. Maybe he's in on the deal and advising Mojo on how to make the drug, while helping the government bust mutants.

Why would he do that? Well, he was killed before. And then he was revived on Krakoa and gladly helped their S.W.O.R.D. team. It'd be very reasonable to assume that he'd want to enjoy the life he once had on Krakoa.

Okay, so this is all making sense. But what about Local, Mojo's minion? He's dragging Wolverine: Woman Edition into the mix, but Sofia's wouldn't want Laura messing up her plans.

Or would she?

Local: Shipping is a Feature, not a Bug

But wouldn't your pawn falling in love with the enemy complicate things? We already saw him trying to rebel against Mojo for Laura's sake. Surely this is a bad thing, right? Who would benefit from this?

Someone who wants to keep Laura away from Julian, that's who. Can't risk the cat-clawed temptress swaying Julian to the side of morality. If anyone can do it, it's Laura. But that becomes harder if she's dating another guy.

Oh, and Local just so happens to have a resemblance to Gambit. AKA, someone Hellion hates, and believes was trying to creep on Laura. Hellion would be furious to know Laura's dating a Gambit clone. If he saw that, he'd think all of his criticisms about Gambit and Laura were completely valid.

Local is there to recruit Laura. Tempt her. If that fails, dating her and complicating things also helps the Quiet Council. His very existence is to either get Laura on their side or, failing that, drive a wedge between Julian and Laura. Not only does this ensure Julian's loyalty to Sofia, but it torpedoes the Helix ship.

Also, in NYX #6, Mojo takes a pot-shot at Laura. This becomes a lot funnier if you think Sofia's behind it.

Not notice how Mojo let her live twice, despite being able to kill her. He chose to let her live. Sofia might be merciful. Or she sees Laura as a future asset. Or she knows that Hellion would never forgive her if she killed Laura. But if Laura is the one who's drifting away from Hellion, then there's no problem.

Of course, this works best if Hellion doesn't know about all this. Nobody tell our boy.

Conclusion: If Local is Sofia's pawn (via Mojo), then him becoming Laura's love interest is mighty suspicious at best, and outright manipulation at worst.

But isn't there another girl? Didn't Hellion also have another love interest a few years back? Shark-Girl, right? There's no point in going after her, she's no big deal. In fact, how would Sofia and Iara even meet?

Oh, they're both part of Dazzler's group in the Dazzler mini. Isn't that a coincidence?

Dazzler: Sinking Ships

We're told how good Wind Dancer is at public relations. She wants to create peace between mutants and humans, but she's always been one to stand up for the little guy. So why would she compromise her morals and encourage Shark-Girl to hide her powers?

Pettiness. She knows Hellion is into her, and he's into her shark form. Sofia, seeing Shark-Girl as a possible obstacle to keeping Hellion, is sabotaging her and making her feel like shit.

This also has the added bonus of making mutants look and feel oppressed. If non-passing mutants see the pressure to conform to human standards, they'll be disillusioned and be more inclined to side with the mutants who accept them. AKA, the Quiet Council.

Also, Dazzler's show was attacked by Mojo in NYX #6. He wanted to use her music to brainwash people onto his side. Brainwashing people to their side would suuuuure go a long way in helping the Quiet Council, wouldn't it?

Sofia is nowhere to be seen, despite Mojo being her minion and the people he's attacking are her friends. How convenient. She knew her friends were coming, yet she never even bothered to interact with them, much less bother to look for them.

Come to think of it, the whole Dazzler tour has been disaster after disaster. They're constantly being sabotaged by outside forces. Dazzler's reputation is in the pits and people are growing to hate mutants more and more. Which is especially sad when you consider that Dazzler's whole goal with the concert was to create peace between human and mutants.

Sure helps the Quiet Council, huh?

Okay, okay. So that's two girlfriends down. Mojo failed to brainwash people, but at least the world tour has gone down in flames. That's all pretty cool and all. We support women succeeding in the work force, even if that work is forcing innocent people to suffer.

But what if Sofia's wicked plan is bigger than that? Media is a world-wide phenomenon, after all. But first, a detour.

X-Force: Don't Shock the Boat

This idea is less concrete, but no less fun.

There's one dangling string: Surge. Though she never dated Hellion, she did kiss him. It was a plot to help Prodigy, but it was still a kiss. And Surge and Hellion were growing to respect each other.

She can break up David and Tommy, but she can't get Prodigy to get back with her if he's already dating Dante. As much as Sofia loved her friend, she had to go. She poses a risk to Sofia's dominion over Hellion. She needs her boyfriend/powerful weapon/pawn.

By teaming up with La Diabla, the one behind all the disasters in the X-Factor book, she can ensure her enemies are eliminated. She can ensure mutants are put under more pressure to work together.

Hey, didn't La Diabla interact with Forge and Surge through security footage? That's magical and mysterious.

But manipulating footage, abusing surveillance and interacting with your audience through the media they watch? Just so happens to be Mojo's kind of thing.

They're working together. She's boosting his surveillance.

And so, Sofia funds La Diabla with her millions of Mojobucks. Grants her all the super-technology she has to offer, which could help her advance her alchemy to insane levels.

Oh, and the first fracture just so happens to be exactly where Surge is. How convenient.

Of course, the world ending would not further Wind Dancer's plans... Unless she and the new Krakoa stop them, thus looking like heroes and getting other mutants to trust them. It's a risk, but Sofia would know all about La Diabla's capabilities and weaknesses. And she could sabotage her at any time, by taking away her resources.

Sofia has been backing La Diabla so she can help the Council, AND secretly take out Surge without anyone finding out about it. X-Factor is fine because they can stop La Diabla once she outlives her usefulness to Sofia. Saves Sofia the trouble of doing it herself.

Is it likely? It's not impossible. But let's look at something that's very much likely-erer.

X-Factor

I mean, X-Factor is social media driven. The US government created them as their own personal heroes, under the guise of helping mutant-relations. Really, they wanted their own goverment-sanctioned military force.

Oh, look. The government-run X-Factor is debating on taking more mutant rights away. Sounds similar to NYX.

So the US has a team of mutants they're abusing to make themselves look good and protect their country.

But that's just a coincidence! Surely the government can be corrupt, even without the Quiet Council manipulating them. The QC were busy manipulating laws in New York.

Or Empath, Prodigy, Hellion and the Cuckoos were. Mojo is more powerful than them all, and NYX #6 showed that he has brainwashing tech. It'd make the most sense to have Mojo subtly working behind the scenes on bigger projects, while the others work on achieving smaller, more reasonable goals. Otherwise, the Council could have just gone for the government heads right away.

Okay, so the Quiet Council's control extends to the higher levels of the American government. At least, enough to get the ball rolling. With this in mind, it's reasonable to think Sofia is masterminding the government-run X-Factor team. Or at least influencing it.

Why is she fighting the Mutant Underground? Well, they clearly aren't aligned with the Quiet Council. They're fighting the government's injustices. And Sofia doesn't want that. So she's trying to get laws passed in order to not only oppress mutants, but to flush out this possible thorn in her side.

Wow. So Sofia's manipulating things in the Dazzler mini, NYX, AND X-Factor? What's next, is she also behind X-Men?

Yes. Remember how X-Men vol 7, issue 1 teased a new enemy force called 3K? They're making more mutants, AND they reference a word that's very important to Krakoa: Crucible. They want the world to be born anew. All of that just so happens to mesh well with the new Quiet Council.

Now look at the 3K's Chairman. Doesn't his helmet look familiar?

Sofia installed Julian as the leader of 3K, trusting him to enact her will. They're making more mutants to bolster the new Krakoa's forces.

Conclusion

After Krakoa's fall, Hellion, Prodigy and Wind Dancer teamed up to form the Quiet Council and manipulate Empath who, in turn, is purposely sabotaging mutant rights in order to drive mutants together. Using old media, social media, music and Mojo, they're creating a propaganda machine that will make mutants have no choice but to stick to their kind, as everyone else hates them.

Meanwhile, Mojo is also gathering mutants. He's harvesting their DNA to make MGH - not only to make money, but to power up mutants should they ever need to fight.

While all of this is happening, she's removing any obstacles that threaten her control over her boyfriend. She loves him and wants to be with him, I'm sure. But keeping him under her thumb has a lot of benefits, too.

How likely is all of this? Extremely likely. Sofia Mantega is 100% going to be the main villain of the new era. Don't even try to argue with me, it's happening.

But wait, it gets better.

Why is FtA happening? Well, it's no coincidence that it's starting at the exact same time the MCU has begun focusing on mutants. We knew the first Krakoa era was going to end. But they ended it earlier than planned (hence Fall of X rushing in places) so Brevoort can slip into the role and steer the ship. In order to make the line more recognizable with what people are familiar with, in preparation for MCU synergy. The MCU is a major driving factor.

So why get the line ready for MCU synergy, but then make so much of it revolve around Wind Dancer? It only makes sense if she's, say, going to be in a movie.

Wind Dancer will be in a movie. Which is great! ... Until you consider how she's been manipulating media and brainwashing people to get her way.

Conclusion: Sofia is not only assisting the Quiet Council, but she's also trying to take over our world. This is confirmed.

#academy x #sofia mantega #wind dancer

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caprisunnslays · 1 month ago

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Hi it's lemon that one weirdo (don't talk to strangers on the Internet grr) can you draw a milk carton and post it under the tag #woohoo yay yippee huzzah (and whatever other tags you want)??? >:3

also question for you because qna is fun

do you have OCs or do you just do fanart for the most part? :]

As previously mentioned, Lemon <3

howdy! so this post i will asking BOTH questions so just check the tags for ur request 😼

here we have the GLORIOUS milk carton (look at it glow ❤️❤️❤️)

and to answer your question: I DO HAVE OCS! i usually just draw fanart tho because with my new style i want the design of a character to reflect their personality and well my fandoms pretty much have an easy starting point 🌝 (also crk is A PARASITE in my mind, i cant stop thinking about it)

now oc time! ill show u a few

this is clover! she a butterfly oc i have and she likes helping others and ballet while facing her own problems. i love her so much! this drawing is from awhile ago so i will try to draw her again.

ok next i have all the people in my comics making fun of big companies like mcdonald’s and wendy’s. I don’t actually have of a photo of them now because i work on these comics in my after school art class, which is tomorrow so i will get some photos if they aren’t getting put up for display!

next up we have eden keri, the main character of a book i forgot i was writing lol! i just opened one of my writing apps to see a full biography of her existence so I think ill just show it here. it’s not finished so i had to finish off the main point because i ended on a cliffhanger 💀

Introduction:

Eden Keri is a detective in her late 20s. She has an extreme addiction to alcohol because that is the only way to stop her hallucinations. She is aware, strong, and a good listener. However, she can be very anxious at times.

Appearance:

Eden has black hair that goes down to her neck. It is spiky and a bit messy. She has dark amber eyes and pale skin. She is Canadian and her ethnicity is Japanese, but it is very worn down. She wears a light beige collar shirt with suspenders. She has a maroon jacket that is worn like a cape. Also it has many different jewels on it which she won once when gambling. For any flashback scenes, younger Eden had longer hair, a brown or black vest, and no super cool jewel jacket.

Backstory:

Eden’s childhood is unknown, however if to guess, I’ll say that she grew up in a decently wealthy family with a lot of kids. Her childhood isn’t important to the story, but it is clear her father inspired her to become a detective. Actually, becoming a detective was her dream job and she was officially hired in her early 20s. She was a great detective, which leads to her getting put under Sophia Garcia’s case. But once she entered the Hallows, her life changed. When exploring the Hallows, she stumbled upon… (to get to the point, Sophia, who was missing in the forest of their town called the Hallows, was getting jumped by this really disturbing creature. Once she finished the case and brought sophia home, her mother gave her this necklace and when she got it, she had like horrible hallucinations about that night daily!!)

and finally, roblox ocs. the human ones have all their info on the right and the fruit/food ones i can explain the lore now! so all my roblox ocs are from the game generic zombie apocalypse rp, so all of them are in a apocalypse, but the human ones are in a different universe. btw these are NOT all my human ocs 😎 the food ones actually live in a fridge, but since they are tiny, it’s like a city. their is food rot spreading in the fridge and THEY MUST SURIVE MHAHHAHAHA!

and that’s everyone! thanks a lot lemon, that one very cool weirdo for the awesome art prompt and wanting to see my ocs! wooho yay yippe huzzah!!!! 🚡

#wooho yay yippe huzzah!#young artist #oc #my ocs #ocs #qna

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mashithamel · 4 months ago

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The Thief: JR Ward, Black Dagger Brotherhood

* Sola, my dear, it appears Assail is actually doing the work on his redemption arc. However, should you wish, at any time, to stop this story in its tracks, I will always have a place for you to come hide and I’ll lie about your whereabout when he comes looking for you. I have your back on this.

* We know V is not a talker, and Jane is a good doctor but may tend to overlook the emotional impact of big things (this is *not* me implying, in any way, that Jane is less than perfect of course). But did he even try??? Like, the bare minimum??? Gah.

* I mean, isn’t it Butch’s job to step in if needed?

* “He had to do something or the pressure inside was going to consume him—and the fact that he didn’t even think to talk to Jane about what was going on with him? It was hard to know if that was a symptom or the disease itself. Hell, maybe it was more practical than that. Her priorities were many, her time was few, and in the grand scheme of things, as this hateful war ground to its bloody conclusion, whatever that looked like, everyone was better off with her treating her patients rather than trying to save him from himself.” Dude.

* “Ruhn, Saxton’s mate” I’M SORRY WHAT DID I MISS????? WAIT THERE IS ANOTHER SERIES THAT CROSSES OVER WITH THIS AND I’M JUST SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT IT??? Saxton, my beloved! I’m so happy for you! (*rushing to library app to get caught up*)

* I will give Assail’s cousins a ton of credit for tracking down Sola to make the decision about Assail.

* Publix shout out for the Floridians!

* Sola’s grandmother and Assail’s cousins is quite possibly the most wholesome relationship in the series. Drug-dealing murderers aside.

* Fine, time to bring out the big guns, Sola thought. “He’s not Catholic.” “He will convert.” Lol. I fully believe all three of them would sit right beside Butch and Manny every week if vovo said they should.

* A Payne mention! Wait, why is she not routinely fighting?

* I…can we please stop stuffing stuff in the mouths of seizing pts? They can’t choke on their tongues. They may bite tongues or cheeks, but you trying to shove somethibg in there is probably going to make it worse.

* “Or better yet he would die with honor, protecting those he loved in battle—which now numbered three, he realized: Evale, Assail…and this human woman.” Oh no. Do not tell me this male is not counting Vovo among the people he loves. He would absolutely go to the mat for that woman.

* Sola, your admission of love is very sweet and romantic. But as far as you know he’s still a drug lord. And there’s that little thing about being a vampire. And that this isn’t cancer but an effect of cocaine abuse. This is going to blow up spectacularly, isn’t it. I wonder who will spill the beans first?

* “There was also quality time to be had with his female. Extending a hand, he put his palm on the cover of the ancient tome that had proven to be the means to his ends. “My love,” he murmured as he closed his eyes.” Nope. Nope, nope, nope. I don’t like it. Oh my god. This scene is going to make me throw up. 🤮

* Someone really, really needs to break it to Sola that Assail isn’t terminal any more. Like, really. Right now.

* Not a fan of Vitoria. Can we skip all her sections?

* I’m really glad Jane and V did not drag out their separation more than a day or two.

* “Even if Marisol could evolve into the reality, her grandmother with her traditions and her strict codes and her God was never going to get there.” Are we talking about the same woman who packed up her granddaughter to go back to the murdering, drug-dealing ex? The one who is perfectly fine with the fact that these guys only want to go to mass and ger her groceries at night? Who buys extra packages of ghost peppers cause the guys like them? You really think she’s gonna crack because you all are vampires? Please. Vovo is way stronger than that. She probably knows already. Moron.

* Well, V was planning to work out some aggression with Payne, but never fear, she doesn’t actually show up on page or, god forbid, have any lines. Even though half this book is about V and his mommy issues.

* Wait, we don’t get Payne in person, but we get Havers? WTF? Does JR Ward hate me personally?

* Two days for syncope evaluation. The observationalist inside me is dying. At least he’s not ordering a carotid ultrasound, I hope?

* I cannot believe Lassiter would not enjoy My Little Pony. It is such a good show (excent the last season that kinda jumped the shark). Pinkie Pie is the best!

* Did we just make up the holy water in the bullets thing? Cause that feels like it was made up on the spot for this.

* Hey, Muhrder! Long time no see.

* “But no matter what happened, she had made sure her male was safe. Because that was what real women did. Real women didn’t wait for their dragon slayers to come save them.” I’m conflicted in that I don’t condone execution style murder (or any murder, really) but Vitoria needed to die and asap, so justice served? Good thing they are Catholic and she can just go to confession?

Bottom line: Assail needs a new job, Solas back in town and making ethically terrible decisions, and her grandmother in just the best.

Rating: three out of five unnecessarily painful rituals

#paranormal romance #the thief #assail/sola #jr ward #black dagger brotherhood

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violetswritingg · 10 months ago

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Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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STAR CITY

August 3, 06:00 PDT

"Kate! Breakfast!" Dinah called from over the stove, fumbling with scrambled eggs and toast after a morning training session. Her hair damp from the shower she had snuck in before Kate locked herself in the bathroom. Dinah didn't particularly want to dive into what incidence created that faucet of behavior in Kate but knew they would have to at some point.

The summoned girl appeared in a tank top and lounge shorts, hopping up to the counter and taking the plate Dinah slid to her with a proud smile. The woman didn't cook all that often for herself before taking in Kate so the fact that she didn't burn the eggs again made her happy. Kate didn't really mind when they were burned though, she used to eat out of dumpsters so it would suffice to say her palette isn't all that refined. And the fact that Dinah made her anything to begin with is enough of a reason for her to scarf whatever is put in front of her down.

Dinah watched Kate eat with a small smile, offering the girl seconds when she cleared her plate. The girl accepting when pushed slightly by Dinah. The two enjoying the peaceful silence, only the sound of Kate's utensils scraping against her plate and Dinah's nails tapping against her coffee mug filling the space.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." Kate froze, her fork halfway to her mouth, a spark of fear in her eyes as she glanced at Dinah. "Nothing bad, just a question and some news." The woman clarified when she realized how her words had been taken.

"Okay..." Kate trailed off. Sitting her fork down, appetite lost to anxiety.

"So, you remember when we talked about some schools here and other places for you to start this next term. We got word back from a couple." Dinah set her mug down in front of her and leaned forward on her elbows at the edge of the table. Kate swallowed harshly and nodded, mouth turned down in a frown.

"I know you wanted to stay local instead of zeta tubing to another city-"

"Because the time-zone difference between here and the Cave is already bad enough." Kate chimed in, earning a warning look from Dinah and quieting the girl again.

"Starlight Prep said they'd take you." Kate, while she knew the school's reputation didn't know how she felt about it. It was a school for the wealthy, for the top one percent of Star City. It was a school that Oliver had gone to for high school. It was a school that people would know who she was, at least the rumors of her existence.

Pictures of one of her outings with Oliver and Dinah made into some magazine publications a couple months back, none with her face, and most of them got quashed by Oliver but a few still made it to print. The next step in the once famous Bachelor's relationship with the little flower shop owner and psychologist a big thing in the press and high society circles.

Kate was fully aware that the only reason the school was taking her was because Oliver was paying her tuition. Which put a weight on her shoulders to be a good representation of him and to be a good student – something she had never been before. It was also a place where she would be surrounded with people from a completely different world. She wasn't going to fit in. She knew that. And if she managed to make any friends most of them would probably only want to be friends because of her connection to Oliver.

In short, it wasn't her first choice. But it's what Dinah and Oliver wanted, and they put their foot down about Kate going back to her old school. Their arguments being it would be filled with people from her past, which wasn't ideal but it was familiar territory, and that she didn't really go to school much when she was supposedly in attendance. Which wasn't Kate's fault, they didn't want to hear it though.

So, Kate gave in, reluctantly, because she knew that Dinah and Oliver only wanted the best for her. Probably the only two people she's ever had in her life that wanted that.

Kate could tell there was something else Dinah had to say, so the girl waited patiently as she could, her leg bouncing under the table.

"There's some paperwork we need to fill out together, including... your name. I know that the adoption paper work hasn't gone through just yet but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to continue to go by your last name." Dinah was on edge, she didn't show it much, but couldn't hide it from Kate like she could from other people.

"What other last name would I go by?" Kate slowly pushed out, testing the waters.

"Lance." Dinah breathed, "Only if you want to though-"

"Kate... Lance," Kate tried it out, weighting the sound in her head and finding a piece of her chest getting warm. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course, take as much time as you need. And don't feel like you have to, I won't be offended if you say no." Dinah made sure to make it clear, reaching forward and laying a soft hand on Kate's wrist and squeezing gently.

"Thanks." Kate breathed, giving the woman her best grin. Going back to her food, playing with it more than eating it.

"One last thing." Dinah's lips started to flit up at the corner's. The woman got up and left the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway leading to her bedroom. Coming back in less than a minute with a black case. Dinah beckoned Kate over to her side of the counter with a grin, clicking open the case and flipping the top open.

Kate's eyes blew wide, darting between the view in front of her and her mentor. A smile of her own growing by the second.

"It looks good." Dinah threw an arm around Kate's shoulders, pressing a kiss into the teens hair, "You have an eye for design."

Holding up the dark brown armored top of her new suit, which Kate helped deign this time around, her smile threatened to split her face in half. Yeah, it wasn't her old suit, it was a completely new design but it was hers and it was awesome.

Kate's hands found the golden choker and both her and Dinah took in how it reflected the overhead light of the kitchen. The moment being interrupted by Dinah's phone going off, the tone specific to that of a distress call from Oliver.

Kate quickly shit the suit and looked to Dinah for instruction. The woman's eyebrows furrowing before she looked back to Kate.

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MOUNT JUSTICE

August 3, 12:45 EDT

Kate had taken to the library like a fish to water, finding a well-stocked mix of fiction and non-fiction among the room and it's two levels filled with full shelves. If she wasn't in the kitchen, or in the main entrance which also tripled as their training and mission briefing room, she was in the library. Curled up in her corner in the very back of the second level.

In this instance, fuming and trying to get lost in the brand new story in her hands.

"GF?" Robin's voice echoed and the blonde shut her eyes and huffed in annoyance. "GF?! I know you're in here. I hacked the Cave's security system." Of course, he did. The girl shut her book with a quiet thud and made her way back to the main part of the library, leaning her elbows on the balcony railing as she looked down on the Boy Wonder with a frown.

"What do you want Bird boy?"

"So, this is where you always disappear too," He dodged the question, making his way up the staircase, stopping next to the blonde. "Hawthorne Bridge, nice." He read the cover of her book. Kate's face flamed as she hid the book behind her back.

"What do you want?" The blonde stressed.

"To see if you were okay." Robin shrugged, like it was no big deal. Kate straightened her posture awkwardly.

"I'm fine."

"You always say that."

"Because I'm always fine."

"Right." Robin said gently, taking note of how Kate reacted. The pause in her breathing, how she blinked twice, how her mouth turned down fractionally at the corners before righting itself. Responding while looking at him in the same calculating way.

"Right."

"Come on GF, talk to me. We're friends, aren't we?" The blonde hesitated, Robin frowning more by the second. "Finch?"

She leaned on the railing again, playing with the corner of the hardback book in her hands. Seeing the Boy Wonder frown like that did something really strange to her, it looked so unnatural. So unlike Robin. "We're teammates." She corrected.

"Okay, we're teammates then, and as your teammate it is my duty to make sure you're okay."

Kate tensed and a moment of silence passed between them before she relaxed again. The grin that spread over the Boy Wonder's lips as bright as the sun and completely infectious.

"BC benched me from some attack in Star." The girl admitted bitterly, getting quiet, "She all but dismissed me like some secretary." Robin could see the turmoil on her face.

"Bats does that too. Basically, anytime the Joker or Harley Quinn come up." Robin chuckled, as if he hadn't just dropped two serious names. But Kate took what he said, that's all he cared about.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you bet. It's so annoying, but I know he's doing it because he cares you know? BC was probably just worried about your side."

"It's fine though." Kate huffed, which was more or less true. She still had stitches in right now, and Dinah hadn't exactly dialed down their training, but Kate could tell she had been going a little easier on her. Which was frustrating, but Kate couldn't do anything about it.

"Right," Robin chirped, shifting his eyes to her book, "Which book is this one?", grabbing the novel out of her hands before she could protest and he flipped through it.

"Hey!" Robin ducked out of reach from her reaching hands, full on laughing as he started a game of keep away. "Rob, seriously, give it back!" The boy stopped, seeing that he had taken things a bit too far. Kate's face almost the same shade as a cherry, her hands clenching by her sides, neck tendons straining as if she wanted to scream but was holding back.

"Sorry, I was just trying-"

"I don't care what you were trying to do. Just give me my book and leave me alone." Kate all but snatched the book away from him when he offered it back to her. Stomping back to her spot hidden away, leaving Robin to sigh in defeat and shake his head at himself as he left.

Plopping back down in her little alcove, she ran her fingers over every centimeter of the book's surface. Opening the front cover and ever so lightly running a finger over the short penned inscription.

Happy Birthday idiot.

Roy.

She had wanted to burn the thing when she first got it, pulling it off an arrow stuck to her window. She knew who it was from the moment she saw it, and she wanted nothing to do with it. But then her curiosity got the best of her and... and that's how she ended up crying on the bottom of the shower for twenty minutes.

It was the newest book in the series, that hadn't been published yet but was set to in the next couple of months. To push away thoughts of why Roy would still give it to her, even after he had fully cut ties with everyone else, she focused on wondering how he got it in the first place.

~~*~~

Kate's reading was interrupted by her phone chirping at her.

Dinah: Get ready to train, I'll be there in ten.

Kate huffed but headed to the locker room anyway and got changed. The short sleeve, Kevlar tri-polymer, compression top was layered under an armored yet still flexible leather-like mock corset. The straps going over her deceptively small shoulders and contrasting with the deep matte brown of the compression top.

The shiny quality catching the light along with the golden belt around her waist, connecting her top to her shorts and thigh holsters for her batons. Protective pseudo-sheer black tights underneath and tucking into the tactical boots she wore, which hid plenty of things in their hidden and unhidden compartments.

Pulling up the long, padded, gloves that stopped a few inches under her sleeve, Kate brushed invisible dust from her arms. Fixing little things with the suit and completing it with the cropped, armored leather jacket that Dinah added at the last minute. The yellow-gold angular patches over the shoulder and elbow pads along with the two accent stripes around her biceps complementing her belt, choker, and added accents along the side of her boots. The back of the Jacket being adorned with a golden outline of wings.

The finishing touches being her updated mask, looking a lot like Robin's domino mask with its white lenses. Which were connected to some kind of computer chip, and would allow her to do all kinds of stuff. And then the cherry on top, the golden choker around her neck.

She did miss her old suit, just because it was something that Dinah had taken the time and energy to make for her. It was what Star had come to recognize her by, but she wasn't complaining at the upgrade. This was something she had worked on, which she didn't realize would mean as much as it did. It allowed her to put her own mark on Goldfinch, it allowed her to make the alter ego a bit more her own.

Superboy passed by Kate as she entered to main part of the cave they used for training and mission briefings. Which was also where they seemed to be using the holo-computer as an air-hockey table.

"Woah, nice upgrade Goldie." Wally grinned upon seeing the girl, his smile quickly turning into a smirk as he elbowed Robin, "Don't you think so Rob?".

The boy coughed, sending a glare at his best friend, Kate simply ignoring them. The girl instead looking to the figures approaching from the shadows.

"Ready for training everyone?" Kate crossed her arms over her chest and sunk into her hip as the voice of her mentor echoed around the cave.

"Black Canary, Uncle J'onn!" Miss M said with a smile on her face, running over to give her uncle a hug. Kate only pursed her lips. The opposite reactions not flying under anyone's radar.

"What, no hug for me?" Canary asked sarcastically, a smirk on her face as she raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at her protégé. Finding her pouting downright hilarious.

"M'gann, I was in the neighborhood so I'd thought I see how you are adjusting?" Martian Manhunter asked his niece.

"A few bumps, but I'm learning!" Miss M said enthusiastically, Kate wondered if the girl knew what a frown was. Never having seen the expression cross her face in the time they'd known each other.

"That's all I can ask."

Canary noticed Superboy trying to make a break for it, which is exactly what Kate would be attempting if she didn't know it only resulted in a harsher training session. The woman saying "If you think you don't need to train then show me you don't. Prove it."

It never ended well.

For Kate, it never ended well for Kate. Dinah, on the other hand, would have a ball, laying her out on the mat again and again. Teasing her mercilessly the next morning as she stiffly made her way into the kitchen for breakfast.

"Stick around, class is in session," The woman walked to the center of the circle on the ground. The computer booting up and lighting up under Dinah's boots. "I consider it an honor to be your teacher, I'll thrown a lot at you, everything I've learned from my mentors," Black Canary grunted quietly when she shed her jacket, a bandage wrapped around her bicep that made Kate forget her anger. "And my own bruises."

"What happened? Are you okay?" Kate couldn't stop herself from asking, a deep frown on her face, worry shining in her eyes behind her mask.

"The job, and yes finch, I am," BC breezed, Kate tried to calm down, letting the knowledge that if Dinah was seriously injured, she wouldn't be here. Oliver would have locked her in the Arrowcave and forced her to rest after patching her up. Unless he was also injured or worse-

Stop it.

"Now, combat is about controlling conflict, putting the battle on your terms. You should always be acting, never reacting."

Dinah's speech brought back memories for Kate; she had given the teen the same speech their first training session. It took a little time for the message to sink in, but she eventually got it, "I'll need a sparring partner." The older blonde looked directly at Kate with a challenge in her eyes and the teen sighed under her breath. Great. Kate could feel the teams eyes on her as she stepped forward, sweat starting to form under her gloves on her palms.

"Right here yeah!" KF spoke up, mouth full of banana as he walked onto the platform, saving Kate from almost guaranteed humiliation. If the speedster wasn't so annoying Kate would have hugged him.

The blonde stepped back in line, Robin nudging her good side gently with his elbow. Testing the waters after earlier, his smirk clashing against her narrowed eyes.

"After this, swoosh," Wally threw away the banana he was eating, "I'll show you my moves."

Kate's nose scrunched up in disgust, her mask following the movement of her eyebrows as they collided in the middle of her face. The woman gave the speedster no warning before attacking, him blocking her punch but letting his feet get swept out from under him.

Kate laughed at the sight, a loud snort coming from the girl who dissolved into quiet chuckles poorly hidden behind her hand. A glowing ring surrounding the boy on the ground. Aqualad's attempts at getting her to stop laughing failing miserably, only spurring her on.

Kid Flash status: FAIL

Watching Dinah do that to someone other than her was in her top five best things she had ever seen.

"Ow, hurts so good." Kate rolled her eyes at the speedster.

"Good block, but did anyone see what he did wrong?" Dinah complimented the red-head, asking the team to see if they were paying attention.

"Oh, Oh, he hit on teacher and got served?" Robin asked over enthusiastically, his sarcasm obvious, glancing at a smiling Kate out of the corner of his eye.

"Or he just went against teacher in the first place." The blonde teen could barely get out.

"Guys!" Wally groaned holding his shoulder and looking at them with wide, betrayed eyes.

"Or," Kate instantly sobered, recognizing the tone of her mentor's tone, "He allowed me to dictate the terms of the-"

"Oh please," Superboy interrupted Dinah, Kate's eyes widening in alarm before narrowing at the clone. "With my powers the battle's always on my terms, I'm a living weapon, and this is a waste of my time."

"Prove it." Kate visibly winced at those words.

"This should be interesting." The blonde muttered as KF smartly backed up, Kate even taking a step back when Superboy walked up to her mentor, the two commencing a stare off before Canary had the clone on his back in a second flat.

This time Kate didn't laugh like Robin, knowing exactly how Superboy felt right now. But also, appreciative that Dinah hasn't had the opportunity to do it to her yet.

"You're angry, good, but don't react. Channel that anger-"

"I know your frustrated Kate, you're angry. Use it. Channel it into action, don't react!" Dinah called to the blonde who rushed at her, seeing red. When Kate was close enough her mentor launched herself up, using Kate's shoulder's like a spring board and flipping behind her, elbowing the teen in the back before going low and sweeping her feet out from under her.

"Can you do that?" Robin asked quietly, his laughter calming down slightly, his voice pulling the Kate from the past. The girl raising her brows in his direction, a subtle smirk on her lips. Turning back to the sparring league member and clone. Robin clearing his throat and doing the same.

"That's it! I'm done!" Kate heard her own voice overlap Superboy's in her head. Superboy rejecting Canary's offer of help up again and turning his back to her.

"Training is mandatory," Dinah gently said, the hand she placed on the clone's shoulder being shrugged off as a beeping filled the room. A large holo-screen of Batman popping up just outside the no longer glowing circle.

"Batman to the cave. Four hours ago, a new menace attacked Green Arrow and Black Canary. The attacker was capable of studying and duplicating the abilities of its opponents. Arrow called in reinforcements which nearly proved disastrous as our foe gained power with each new combatant."

Kate looked to Dinah, who sent a small smile her way, and Kate's anger directed towards her mentor vanished completely. She was still upset, just for a different reason now. Ultimately though, she was just happy they were relatively okay.

She had just fully let them in, they were her family, the only people who ever cared about her, to lose them now after she just got them... To lose them ever? She couldn't even think about it. Not without wanting to either cry, punch something, or scream. Or all three.

"Woah, one guy with the powers of the entire League?" Wally gasped, Kate and the other's feeling the same shock.

"In the end, it took eight Leaguers four hours to defeat and dismantle the android." Batman continued.

"Android? Who made it T.O. Morrow?" Robin asked, stepping closer to the screen.

"Good guess Robin, but Red Tornado doesn't think so." Kate noticed Superboy look down, his jaw clenching tightly.

"The technology bares the signature of... Professor Ivo." Manhunter grimly announced. Making most of the room fill with shock.

"I thought he was dead." Kate spoke up, her mask's eyes narrowing along with her own.

"So, did we... or hoped." Canary looked over her shoulder at her protégé with a grim smile.

"To make certain this threat is permanently neutralized we are sending trucks, carrying the android's parts, to two STAR Labs facilities in Boston and New York for immediate evaluation. Every precaution is being taken, we'll have four additional trucks to create confusion should Ivo, or anyone, tries to recover the remains," Okay, why tell us this? Kate internally questioned, "You will split into undercover teams to safe guard to two real trucks."

That's why Kate. That's why.

"Yes! Road trip!" Wally cheered.

"So now we take out your trash?" Superboy asked, obviously not very keen on the mission.

"You have something better to do?" Batman asked, voice as gravely as ever. Superboy standing down under the pressure of the infamous Batglare.

"Coordinates received, on our way." Aqualad said, holding a tablet with their destination on the screen as a blinking red dot. Kate hanging back a bit while everyone took off to the hanger, watching Dinah stop Superboy and say something to him before he walked off.

Manhunter dismissed himself, leaving the two blondes alone. Kate closing the distance and asking, "Are you really, okay? What about GA?" Dinah softened and reached for Kate's hair. Petting it back behind her ears, exposing her hearing aids to the light of the cave.

"I'm okay, just a little banged up. But I'll live. I promise. Green Arrow is the same, he's back in the AC resting."

"You should be resting too." Kate huffed, Dinah only chuckled and gently pushed on her shoulders. Nudging her in the direction the rest of the team went.

"I will. You need to go, be careful, okay?"

"I will. Promise." Kate followed Dinah's prompting and jogged out of the room.

~~*~~

#young justice #dc robin #dick grayson #kid flash #artemis #heroes #DC #aqualad #miss martian #growing up is hard #orignal character #batman #young justice fanfiction #dinah lance #black canary #green arrow #found family #angst #hurt/comfort

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laughing-with-god · 4 years ago

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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lunathebee · 3 years ago

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虎穴に入らずんば虎子を得ず。

‘𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐛’

Pairing: Steven Grant|Marc Spector x detective!fem!reader

Warning: gore, horror-ish? (It turn out like a thriller), one cursed word, no love line whatsoever, this is not your typical fanfic.

A/n: it tooks me week to come up with a plot for this one, hopefully it's good enough lol.

Summary: Someone is always two steps ahead of you, or maybe three?

"H-hello? Is this the correct address for...oh..umm...detective Y/n? Hello?" A British voice from the doorbell camera disturbs the quiet of your apartment. Who could it be this soon? It is only 7 in the morning.

Y/n grumbles and forces herself to wake up, she pushes all the messy hair out of her face before walking to the front door. Whatever this man has to offer better be important. There is this case that she has been working on and can barely get any sleep because of it.

Y/n opened the door in a whoosh, and before the man in front of her could say anything, she put on a smile and said what she had been saying for a thousand times. "Yes, hello, I'm Y/n, the number one female detective. Justice is my sword, and truth shall be my quiver! How can I help you? "

God, you hate your catchphrase, it's too late to change it now anyway, but this is not the time to talk about it.

"Oh...hello, I'm Steven... with a V, and I work as a gift shopist, from the London museum? Do you... remember?" The man named Steven fiddles with his jacket sleeve while talking.

Y/n stood there dumbfounded from the morning daze before letting out a loud "Oh!". She remembers this man, Steven Grant, as the only witness to a terrible and mysterious crime that occurred just days ago.

How could Y/N forget him? She was the one who investigated him about everything. The poor man is on the verge of crying and can't even finish answering all the questions . Speaking of that, it's also the case that has been giving her a headache and sleepless nights.

"Oh yes, Steven, right? Come in please. You have made up your mind to talk about that event?" Y/n step to the side and open the door wider.

Steven smiles and excuses himself to go in while talking, his voice still has a hint of hesitation. "I think so. I'm still traumatized, but I think talking about it now is the right decision."

"I appreciate that a lot. Make yourself at home, Steven. I will make you some tea." Y/n gave the British man a comforting smile before disappearing into the kitchen, unaware of how she got a pair of eyes staring at her back.

===��︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

After waiting for Steven to finish his cup of tea (mixed with an unhealthy amount of honey), Y/N pulls out a stack of documents including paper and multiple pictures. Most of them are wrinkly and filled with red circle marks.

"Now Steven, I want you to let me know everything that you will and can tell me about this crime...event...whatever you prefer, okay?"

After earning a slow nod from Steven, Y/n pulled out a picture of a gory crime scene: A woman's bloody body was discovered on the ground, with all ten of her fingers severed, and more importantly, her face appears to have been pierced multiple times by a sharp object, making identification difficult.

Steven gulped looking at the picture, the red blood made him feel a bit dizzy and nervous. Y/n noticed how he tensed up and switched to the next picture that got cut from the CCTV camera of the museum: A blurry figure of a person in a hoodie and hand gloves. Their back was facing the camera. Other than that, nothing is worth mentioning.

"So Steven, do you find the man familiar? Or maybe the woman has something that catches your eye? I know it is hard since we barely have anything to work with, but everything helps" Y/n let out a long sigh before licking her dry lips.

This murderer is different than any other killer she has met, attacked the face? Fine enough, but chopped off fingertips so the police couldn't trace down the victim's identity? Far too insane.

When Y/n arrives at the crime scene, there is nothing whatsoever. Usually the killer leaves behind their weapons since carrying them would be too risky, but in this case, there is no weapon or anything near by that could do such damage to the woman's face. That could only mean one thing: the killer does not intend to stop at just one victim.

It is still too early to say it, but you trust your mind. This guy is a serial killer, and if nobody stops him soon, more people will be in danger.

"Ah! This- This right here..." Steven exclaimed while pointing at a film photograph that he had pulled out from the stack. Y/n's eyes lead toward where Steven is pointing: a small symbol written on the woman's palm.

Y/n scratches her head in disappointment, she already knows about this one. In fact, it is where she's stuck at. The more she thinks about it, the more it ends up in an image of the killer mocking her for not being able to de-code it, resulting in a nightmare at night.

"It's a number written in Arabic, ثلاثة - pronounced thalatha. It means 3, I can't believe my own eyes..." Steven hold the photograph high up, eyes bulging out in amazement.

This discovery shocked Y/n and brought a chill down her spine. Arabic? Numbers? Of course, the hint to solving the case is right here. She can't let it pass.

Y/n chewed on her fingernails (a habit of hers when she's anxious) while scribbling down what Steven had said in her notebook and letting her detective brain run wild.

If what Steven said is correct, then there must be two bodies that haven't been discovered yet, each representing a number. In this case, the numbers written on the other victim's palm must be واحد - pronounced wahed (which means 1) and اثنين - pronounced ethnein (which mean 2), the woman in the museum that they're discussing is obviously 3.

It all makes so much sense now. The killer must be writing a number on the victim's palm as a sick way of counting their possession.

"God Steven THANK YOU SO MUCH! I get it now" You hold on to Steven's shoulder and shake him out of excitement. The poor man can't do anything about it except yell out inaudible words.

=== 3 days later ===

"Y/n! Miss! Please come to the museum, I think...I think the killer is here!" Steven said into the phone, after hearing a frantic "I will be there! Hide!" he hung up the phone.

Hide? Who is she kidding? Steven tossed the phone on the table and continued doing his job in the inventory room. He takes a glance at the clock; the ticking sound is hypnotizing him in a weird way. Steven smirks, the job will be done in approximately 10 minutes.

But when he exited the inventory room, a loud voice yelled out, making him flinch in surprise. "Hey you! Josh right? What are you doing at this late man? Go home!"

A security guard? Steven is a bit forgetful when it comes to work hours in the museum. He quickly flashes a smile to the guy and apologizes. But like Steven has said before, the job will be done in 10 minutes, and he will do anything to finish it in that time.

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When Y/n finally arrives at the museum, she runs straight in, and what awaits her is far more shocking than she could imagine. The iron smell of blood is everywhere. There is a man lying on the ground with a beaten up face. His fingertips also got chopped off.

Y/n cried in agony; another person had been killed under the hand of that serial killer.

All hope left her body when she checked for the man's pulse. It was too late. He was dead and there was no need for medical action. But what catches Y/n's attention is the number on the man's palm.

ثلاثة

Why? Why is it still thalatha? She expects to see the number 4, with the symbol أربعة, but this is no doubt the same symbol as the previous victim.

Y/n holds her head in pain, she is wrong about the number. If so, what does it potentially mean? Wait, Steven... Where is he? You have to go get him first. He could be in danger now.

But before Y/n could even look around for him, Steven appears in front of her, covered in blood.

"Omg Steven! Fuck... you're bleeding. Let's get you out of here before-" Y/n abruptly stops when she looks at what is in Steven's hand: a large metal thing that is in the shape of a crescent moon, with fresh blood still dripping from the sharp edges.

Y/n fall back in fear and shock. Steven is the serial killer this whole time? No...it can't be.

"Detective Y/n, you sure are quick with your thinking, I guess it is a must if you are working in this field. If you're so smart, why don't you count for me?" Steven gives Y/n a sinister smile, eyes locked on her shaking body.

Y/n uses all her strength to answer back. "Wha-What do you mean, two? There are only two of us here. "

Steven let out a disappointed sigh and whisper. "Wahed"

Suddenly, his eyes rolled back so hard you could only see white. The British man let out a groan before exhaling, his hands gripping harder on the moon-shaped weapon. He looks the same as before, but his whole demeanor and facial expressions change. It's almost as if the man in front of Y/n is now a different person.

The man's eyes get darkened before he laughs, mouth only musters out: "Ethnein"

Y/n's soul left her body at that moment, she wanted to run but her legs refused to cooperate. Tears began to stream down Y/n's face when she realised what was going to happen next.

Thalatha.

She is number 3.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #jake lockley #marvel moon knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #steven grant #marc spector #oscar isaac #moonknight

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funnywormz · 3 years ago

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mp100 or toh for the ask game :0c?

someone else sent me mp100 so i will do toh for this ask!!

blorbo (favourite character, character i think about the most):

eda....... i love her so so so much......... she's basically the embodiment of everything i could ever want from a female character and she's the sole reason why i started watching the show in the first place <3 she's funny and silly. she's so sad. she's loyal and cares so deeply abt others. she's rude. she's uncouth. she's feminine. she's masculine. she can turn into a badass huge beast. she's bisexual. she's a milf. she's a witch and a hag. she's such a tragic character and yet still so fun. she's deeply relatable. she commits so many crimes. she's everything to me.

scrunkly (my "baby", character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

hunter....... he's such a good character. the owl house always nails comedy AND tragedy and i think he's a perfect example of that, he can be such a (unintentionally) comedic character but when you think abt him for more than a few minutes you start to get Sad. ik he's very popular in the fandom but i can understand why, he's such a great character

im putting gus in this category as well bc he's so adorable and i love him so much. such a cute silly little guy. his backstory was very relatable to me and he reminds me a lot of my younger self, albeit more outgoing and confident lol. he's a rlly caring and sweet character at times and puts his own feelings aside for the benefit of others, which is a side of him we see in the human realm especially. he's so young, even younger than the other kids, and he's been through so much....... someone give this kid a hug please

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fav):

darius....... i know he's already pretty popular in the fandom but i just think he should be even more popular. he's my babygirl and he deserves it

gus (again). like with darius he's already pretty popular but i think he should be Even More Popular given that he's a member of the main cast and all. he's such an intriguing character to me and he doesn't get nearly enough hype imo

glup shitto (obscure fav, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and i won't shut up about it for a week):

this golden guard......... he only appears for like one flashback scene but he's fascinating to me. he clearly wasn't integrated into witch society and was going along with philip's plan to hurt/kill witches, which is rlly interesting bc later on philip seemed to take on the strategy of telling the golden guards they were witches and letting them view him as a witch as well. i wonder if the moment in this flashback where they stage the explosion was the moment that convinced this golden guard to rebel, when he saw how people were suffering because of philip/belos.......

obv caleb as well. we haven't even seen him get animated yet or heard him talk but he means so much to me and every time he's even vaguely mentioned i go rabid. fingers crossed that we'll see more of him in the next episode

poor little meow meow ("problematic"/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fav):

obviously it's fucking Phil. hate this guy so much but i cannot shut up abt him or stop thinking abt him. putting him in a blender biting him kissing him so passionately (who said that)

horse plinko (character i would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

kikimora. she is so pathetic and i think her suffering is funny sorry

eeby deeby (character i would send to superhell):

him again. i think he should burn in hell forever <3

#ask game #toh #the owl house

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fireemblems24 · 3 years ago

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Scarlet Blaze - Ch 3?

So it said that I was back to a prologue and not ch 3. IDK, I'm just going to keep counting up even if it keeps resetting because that's just easier for me to keep track of.

Anyways, spoilers for Scarlet Blaze under the cut.

Ohh, Edelgard down a different path? Good! I was hoping we'd see characters get to do something different.

Edelgard going against TWSITD this time around? And teaming up with the church? I like where this is going.

LAMO of course Hubert doesn't support it.

Wait "deal with the church," does that mean she's still blaming everything on the church? Ugh.

Wait, we're already leaving the monastery? Do we go back?

Lamo, Edelgard's taking out Thales so soon. Good for her.

NOOOO, not more Jeritza. I thought he was gone, ugh.

Please don't tell me that she's asking for the church's help and then will stab them in the back later? Is it too much to ask for her to learn and expand her views into something with some nuance? Pretty please. I just want Rhea and Edelgard to talk it out. That's all.

So the game's connecting Arval to Tomas? Spicy.

Shez didn't really choose to stay here, Edelgard.

So why did we temp part ways with half the Black Eagles? Only the noble ones? So are they visiting their families or?

BASE CAMP

Wait, the NPC who tells you that these are Hresvelg Woods . . . he says if you wander around them you'll die? Are there like beasts from TWSITD experiments in there? Or is this more "commoners not allowed, mine" sort of thing?

So in the other houses, will I also lose most of the students?

PLOT

Is Cleobulus Cornelia's real name? And is . . . A DUDE??? That is NOT a twist I saw coming.

Though I can see where the Kingdom/Blue Lions might get drawn into this plot now. Cornelia will stir up trouble, so that's why Dimitri and Co will leave. Don't know where that leaves Claude though.

Yo, Caspar's dad is ugly. Linhardt's is alright. Does this mean we're still going to go weirdly momless while doubling down on the dads? Ugh.

I wish we knew how Edelgard convinced Caspar's and Lin's dad to join her. Seems like that'll remain a mystery.

Glad Edelgard's taking out TWSITD instead of working with them this time. Though, what is she going to do after this?

BATTLE

Well, gotta say, can't upset at the idea of beating up Aegir and Thales.

Lin's dad is actually kinda hot. Not gonna lie. But my God am I sick of moms not existing in this game. It's even more stark now that some of the dads are getting upgraded to "sir appearing in this film"

Man, Ferdie got his looks from his mom, hunh. Not that we would know, since we never see any moms.

Hubert's a beast. Dude took down two people before anyone else even took one.

So if Thales can put up magic random walls, why didn't he do that in Houses? I swear, TWSITD get whatever powers they need whenever the plot needs it and then it's gone when it would make sense for them to use it later on.

Oh, cut scene. Lamo, he dodges Edelgard and wiped Shez out. Good for Thales.

STORY

So is this route going to focus on TWSITD? It would be so, so nice to finally see Edelgard focus and take down them. She deserves it.

The rest of the Black Eagles are here.

Glad to see Ferdinand actually, you know, mention what's going on with his father.

Do we get to beat up Bernie's father now?

Petra MVP. Alright. I can get behind that.

Wow, Hubert already mastered his class. Nice. Does that mean I can upgrade to the next one?

So she's planning something something in two years? Oh, no, no, noooooo. Not this shit again. A 5 year war? This isn't going to be CF 2.0, is it?

Also, how the hell can Edelgard predict how long a war is going to take? Did she visit a palm reader or something? LAMO, you can't predict that shit, Fire Emblem writers. Lol.

Lin's dad is like a mid-tier DILF. Like, Jeralt level. But nothing like Seteth, Rodrigue, or Lambert. Caspar's dad is fugly though.

Oh, the infamous Count Varley. And yet another dad with no moms in sight.

Where's Hubert's dad, did he kill him? OMG HE DID! 🤣

Wait, why is she restoring the church? Doesn't she want to lessen the teaching of the Church of Serios?

Yuck, she's promoting Bernie's dad.

Love how Shez is like "no more nobles and commoners, hunh?" Like, sorry my man, but even in our supposed enlightened, modern societies, we still got nobles and commoners except now we just call them CEOs and wage slaves.

Oh, so the school phase is really over so soon. Probably for the best. I'm glad these routes changed quicker since I'm doing them all at once.

Whhhhyyy is she offering him a top post in her military? What did Shez do to earn that? This is a do-do bird who tries to get stronger by jumping off cliffs high enough to kill him.

Sounds like Hubert is crushing on Shez, since he insisted on this lol.

#fire emblem #scarlet blaze #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #scarlet blaze spoilers

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Shake On It [ 2 ]

Author’s note: I was really in my harry feels whilst writing this so sorry about that lmao also I proofread this so many times and it still SUCKS ASS. I posted this entire thing earlier from my phone but tumblr deleted everything except the title so yeah I’m sorry if there aren’t italics and bolds on some of the words where they should be but i’m just to lazy to go through the entire thing and find them all again, maybe i’ll do it later but who knows. I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters they are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling. (not my gif)

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader / Platonic!Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, foul language, asshole!draco and daddy issues lol

This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the HP storyline for example Voldemort hasn’t returned but still exists so little from Harry’s history changes but Dumbledore’s still alive.

After yours and Draco’s interaction the other night you’d strongly begun reconsidering his offer to accompany him to the ball, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought, I mean what’s the worst that could happen? So many things your anxiety was quick to answer, the most important one being that Harry and Ron would probably never speak to you again.

“Y/N are you even listening to me?” Hermione’s voice snapped you out of your trance, her blurry hand waving in front of your face, you quickly began blinking in an attempt to bring your surroundings back into focus, “sorry” you then muttered sending her an apologetic smile before gesturing for her to continue with whatever she’d been talking about.

“As I was saying, I need a cute date for the ball, who do you think will annoy Ron the most?” you were about to answer when a voice from behind you beat you to it.

“Annoy who the most?”

You rolled your eyes having a pretty clear idea of who it was, you reluctantly turned around your eyes immediately locking onto Draco’s who stood there in all his glory a smug smile plastered onto his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Excuse me who invited you to this conversation?” you retorted before turning back to Hermione who had an amused grin on her face causing you to lightly kick her from underneath the table, you didn’t want Draco putting two and two together and realizing you’d talked about him with Hermione.

“I was just wondering if you’d changed your mind about going with me to the ball” Draco cajoled causing your eyes to widen realizing you still hadn’t told Hermione about the fact he’d asked you in the first place.

You sent Hermione an an ‘i’ll tell you later’ look before twisting your body to face Draco’s who now had his hands placed in his robe pockets, his self assurance radiating off of him despite the fact you’d rejected him only days before, the boy had clearly never been told ‘no’ his entire life.

“No and I won’t be, so run along” you stated before making a shooing gesture with your hand which only seemed to have the opposite effect you’d intended it too, since he began to take a few steps forward, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“Yes you will” he stated matter of factly and it took all self control you had not to smack him right across the face, who did he think he was?

“Is it really that hard to get it into that tiny little brain of yours that there are girls alive who don’t like you” you practically growled missing how Hermione’s attention had drifted away from the scene unfolding before her and to the two figures who had begun making their way towards you.

“Yes because there aren’t an-”

“Malfoy find someone else to bother can’t you see she’s not interested” Harry cut him off as him and Ron now fully came into view, the two of them standing tall behind Draco whose attention had now shifted from you to them.

“Oh look who it is, dumb and dumber” chortles could be heard from the Slytherin table at Draco’s words causing you to roll your eyes, it was pathetic how they would lick up every single thing he did.

“Offers still there Y/L/N” Draco turned to you before he slowly started to ascend back towards the Slytherin table where he was greeted with numerous pats on the back as he squeezed himself in between Crabbe and Goyle.

“What a slimy git” Ron huffed as he took the seat next to yours, immediately beginning to scoop all the food in view onto his plate.

“What did he want anyways?” Harry asked resting his elbows on the wooden house table as he sat down opposite you.

“He asked if I wanted to go to the ball with him” you feigned disgust as you shook your head, hoping he would drop the subject, you’d never been a good liar and if anyone could see through you it would surely be your best friend.

“Just tell him you’re going with me if he asks again, then he’ll leave you alone” Harry suggested, Ron nodding along with him as he stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth.

“Yeah- yeah ‘course thank you Harry” you scratched the back of your head cringing at the obvious hint of disappointment lingering in your words which thankfully no one but Hermione seemed to notice since she reached her hand out across the table and laid it gently atop of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You gave her a small smile before your eyes began dancing around the Great Hall somehow coming to a halt on Draco’s figure, he had his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he engaged in conversation with Blaise.

No one could say that Draco Malfoy wasn’t handsome, rude and a prat? Sure, but unattractive no. He was the only boy you’d ever seen who was able to pull of such a hair color and as your eyes travelled along his sharp jawline up to his chiseled cheekbones you felt the uncontrollable feeling of heat rush up to your face as his eyes met yours.

He sent you a wink before turning back around, you mirroring his actions the feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach slowly melting away as you pushed any remaining thoughts of him aside.

The ball was only a few days from now and you and Hermione had decided to take a trip down to Hogsmeade in an attempt to shop for dresses, not wanting to repeat what had happened last year when you both had made the mistake of trusting your parents with your attires, the dresses they’d choosen had arrived the same night as the ball and you had been forced to show up in matching bright pink gowns since it had been too late to go and buy new ones. You’d been the laughing stocks off the school for a couple months after that, never again.

You cringed at the memory that would surely be edged into your mind forever but as you pushed open the wooden door that led into Gladrags Wizardwear you found yourself entranced with all the beautiful dresses littered around the shop.

“Have you decided who you’re gonna go to the ball with?” Hermione hummed as her fingers trailed over a blue gown that hung along with hundreds of others at the front of the store.

“Yeah I think I’m just gonna go with Harry, I don’t want to risk my friendship with either him or Ron by going with Draco” you sighed not feeling the need to hide your disappointment in front of her.

“I get that but if you really do like Malfoy you should just ease Harry and Ron into the idea of you two being together” Hermione shrugged in response before removing the dress she’d been looking at from its hanger and placing it into her arms as you continued browsing.

“How am I supposed to do that you know how much they hate him” you sighed as you lightly dragged your hand over the multiple fabrics that hung on the clothing rag next to you.

“You could dance with him at the ball” Hermione suggested, you nodded silently in agreement before coming to an abrupt halt as a certain dress caught your eye. It was champagne colored and made out of silk with a thigh high split running down the side of it, not the type of dress you’d usually go for but nevertheless you carefully placed it into your arms deciding their was no harm in seeing how it looked on you.

“Who are you going with?” you changed the subject not feeling like talking about Draco anymore, it was really killing your mood.

“Hero Finnigan asked me” your eyes widened at Hermione’s words. Hero Finnigan was in the year above you and was quite the heartthrob around school, he’d been known for having a new girl underneath his arm every week and it seemed that this time around it was going to be Hermione, much to your surprise.

“Please tell me you said yes, if anyone’s going to make Ron jealous it’s definitely him” you assured her, looping your arm with hers as you continued skimming through the store.

“Of course I said yes, I’m not that daft” she shook her head before continuing, “I don’t know though I-I guess I was just hoping that in the end Ron would ask me, but apparently he’s going with Lavender” her nose scrunched up at the mere mention of her name as she let out a heavy sigh.

Your heart ached for your best friend as you put an arm around her shoulder giving her a tight side hug, a subtle way of letting her know you were there for her no matter what.

“Enough about that let’s go try on our dresses and we can tell each other what we think” Hermione was obviously trying to distract herself but you didn’t feel like pressing the subject any further so you only nodded in agreement as you started searching for the changing rooms, it was a surprisingly big shop compared to how small it had appeared from the outside.

Once you’d finally found them at the far end of the shop you both entered separate rooms, simultaneously pulling the curtains shut shielding you from the watchful eyes of the other customers, although there weren’t that many.

You took one last look at the dress letting your fingers wander down the silky fabric before carefully removing it from its hanger and slipping your legs in between the opening.

Once you got it on, you weren’t able to reach the zipper on the back, no matter how hard you tried so you stealthily peeked your head out behind the curtain and seeing no one you began to make your way towards Hermione’s changing room hoping she could be of some assistance.

“Need some help with that?” a voice stopped you dead in your tracks, swiftly turning to see Draco standing there, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips as he took a step closer to you.

“Are you stalking me or something?” you shook your head, furrowing your brows once you noticed how his eyes weren’t meeting yours, instead they were trailing up and down your body, devouring every inch of you.

“Eyes up here Malfoy” you teased which made him finally look up at you, but instead of replying with a snide comment of his own he threw the suit he’d been holding onto a clothing rag nearby and slowly began to stride towards you.

You weren’t able to get a word out as he tenderly placed his ring clad fingers on top of your bare shoulders scanning your face for approval witch you granted by carefully nodding your head taking in a deep breath as you felt him begin to slowly turn you around.

You shivered once the cold metal wrapped around his fingers began to run down your arms, his fingertips then gently dancing down the small of your back in a painfully teasing manner.

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh as he took a step closer to you his lips ghosting over your ear as he began to pull the zipper upwards causing you to almost involuntarily lean into him. As soon as you did his scent consumed you, he smelled of expensive cologne and spearmint, even better than you could have ever imagined.

He stopped as the zip reached the bottom strands of your hair, he thought for a moment before he carefully wrapped his hand around your h/c locks, twisting them gently around his fingers before letting them fall over the side of your shoulder, the tips of his fingers ever so slightly running across the side of your neck as he moved them back down to where he’d stopped.

You gently tilted your head, closing your eyes in content once you felt his hot breath fan over your neck, you leaned your head back at the sensation resting it atop of Draco’s shoulder, shivering once you felt his lips ghost over the sweet spot just behind your ear, one of his arms finding your waist as the other continued to work its way up your back.

Once you heard the faint sound of the zipper click as it reached its closing you slowly opened your eyes feeling him take an impossible step closer to you, your behind now pressed into his front as he trailed his hands down to your hips.

“You clean up quite nice Y/L/N” he breathed out as he began running his hands up to your stomach before finally reaching your waist where they abruptly stopped so that he could turn you back around, you let out a gasp at the sudden forced movement your hands clinging onto his shoulders to prevent you from falling.

You opened your mouth but no words came out as you were consumed by the feeling of his fingers digging into your sides, his lips mere centimeters from yours you almost unknowingly began to lean in.

He mirrored your movements but just before your lips could meet someone cleared their throat from behind you causing you to jump away from him, frowning at the sudden loss of contact.

Once your eyes met Hermione’s you quickly cleared your throat acting as if nothing had (almost) happened, she raised an eyebrow obviously confused at the scene unfolding before her.

You turned back towards Draco who was looking at you almost expectantly, “I’m going with Harry to the ball” you suddenly felt the need to tell him, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea from the little moment you had just shared.

“Potter seriously?” Draco scoffed in return before making his way around you and Hermione, your eyes following his figure and as soon as he was completely out of sight you finally felt like you could breath again, staggering backwards into Hermione who quickly put her arms up to catch you.

“Oh I’m in trouble”

You’d decided to buy the dress you’d tried on in the store, even though every time you put it on you couldn’t shake away the feeling of Draco being pressed against you as his lips hovered dangerously close to your neck.... You shook your head in hopes that it would toss the memory out of your mind, you couldn’t be thinking about Draco right now, not when Harry was standing just outside the Gryffindor common room patiently waiting for you to get ready.

“Can you zip me up?” you turned your back to Hermione who quickly rushed to your side swiftly beginning to pull the zipper on the back of your dress upwards. As you closed your eyes you got momentary flashes off Draco’s ring clad fingers wrapped around your body and you tried with all your might to shake the tingling feeling you got away, but nothing seemed to be working.

“Okay do a little spin for me” you let out a laugh at Hermione’s words but nevertheless you began spinning around your dorm playfully, letting your hair fall across your shoulders as Hermione threw her head back in laughter.

“You look incredible” she complemented as you engulfed each other in tight hugs mentally preparing yourselves for the night ahead.

“Oh please, I’m nothing compared to you” you stated linking your arms together before the two of you began to make your way to your awaiting dates.

Once the door to the Gryffindor common room opened the first thing you saw was Harry engaged in conversation with Hero, you could tell by his uncomfortable shuffling that the exchange had been awkward causing you to let out a small giggle which captured the attention of the two boys.

Harry’s mouth hung open as he let his eyes wander all over you, from the thigh-high front split on the front of your dress to your flawless makeup and perfectly styled hair, he was speechless, if you two weren’t best friends he’d probably be tripping over his own two feet by now.

“Well this is certainly an upgrade from last year” Harry let out a teasing laugh as he bowed down to take your hand in his.

“Oh shut up” you feigned annoyance as you stood beside him, feeling goosebumps run up your arms as his hand came to rest on your lower back, leading the two of you towards the Great Hall.

“In all seriousness Y/N, you look amazing” Harry gushed as he pulled you into his side. An uncontrollable blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words as you let your head fall on his shoulder.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Potter” you teased, the two of you letting out simultaneous fits of laughter as you followed closely behind Hero and Hermione.

After a moment of silence Harry suddenly spoke out, “Ron was going to ask her you know” the two of you shared knowing glances at his words, it was so painfully obvious that your other two best friends were head over heels in love with each other but neither of them dared to make the first move, either to scared of being rejected or ruining their many years worth of friendship.

“Figures” you shrugged a comfortable silence overtaking you as you walked over to one of the many rows of couples stood in front of the entrance leading into the Great Hall.

As the doors begun to open you excitedly smiled up at Harry but before you were able to move forward another couple had harshly pushed their way in front of you and you were immediately able to identify the mob of platinum blond hair.

“Excuse me” you rolled your eyes causing the two of them to turn their heads towards you, you couldn’t hold in your scoff once you saw who he’d decided to bring, Pansy Parkinson of all the people in this bloody school.

“Don’t start anything Malfoy” Harry warned before either of them were able to get a word out, it looked like Pansy was going to throw a snide comment your way but stopped as soon as her eyes met Draco’s, she let out a huff before reluctantly turning back around.

“You look dashing” Draco complimented, you could feel Harry tense up beside you and you snaked an arm around his waist in an attempt to calm him down, the last thing you wanted was to cause a scene.

“Shouldn’t you be telling that to your date?” you retorted gesturing towards Pansy who seemed to be strangely quiet, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut no matter the circumstance, but you weren’t complaining.

Draco didn’t respond instead he just shrugged his shoulders before turning back around his arm slipping down towards Pansy’s lower back, you felt the inkling feeling of jealousy begin to form inside you but you forced yourself to push it away giving Harry’s bicep a reassuring squeeze knowing it had taken all his might not to hex Draco then and there.

As soon as Draco and Pansy had left you two be you quickly pulled Harry along with you into the hall so you wouldn’t get trampled by the entourage of students crowded behind you who were also squeezing their way through the double doors.

You intertwined your fingers with Harry’s as you took in your surroundings. It looked even better than last year, snow was falling from the starry black ceiling stopping just a few feet above you, mistletoe’s and every traditional Christmas decoration you could think of were littered all across the hall and instead of the usual house tables there were hundreds of smaller silver ones, each having it’s own floating candle above them.

Once you spotted a decent place to sit you tugged onto Harry’s arm gesturing for him to follow you towards the table your eyes were set on, somehow along the way you managed to spot Hermione and you threw your arm up gesturing for her hand Hero to come sit with you and Harry.

It wasn’t long until the chair beside you was being pulled from underneath the table and Hermione placed her self atop of it along with Hero, you happily greeted both of them but all joy inside you seemed to fade away once you noticed Ron and Lavender heading your way.

Oh please no

Ron placed a chaste kiss on Lavender’s cheek as he pointed towards your table.

Don’t sit here

Lavender eagerly began to nod following behind Ron as they inched closer and closer.

Anywhere but here

Despite your silent praying Ron was now pulling a chair out for Lavender before taking a seat himself and as soon as he did an awkward tension filled the air. You grabbed Hermione’s hand from underneath the table giving it a reassuring squeeze noticing how she’d tensed up once Lavender had bitterly greeted her.

“Whose this then?” Ron could be heard from the other end of the table, you rolled your eyes at his tone, how did Hermione not realize he was jealous hell even Hero seemed to notice it as his eyes uncomfortably shifted between Hermione’s angered expression and Ron’s annoyed one.

“Hero Finnigan, and you?” he reached his hand out over the table and for a split moment your eyes had widened thinking Ron was actually going to sit there and ignore him but thankfully the ginger haired boy reluctantly reached over the table and connected his hand with Hero’s.

“Ron, Ron Weasely”

“Weasely, eh? could have guessed, I’m good friends with your brothers” Hero attempted to make conversation but Ron didn’t seem all to keen on it only muttering a “whatever” underneath his breath causing you to kick him from underneath the table, you gave him a warning glance to which he replied by throwing a small ‘piss off’ in your direction.

Before you could begin to scold him for his rude behaviour Dumbledore’s voice tore throughout the Great Hall preventing you from doing so although you had a feeling that if it hadn’t had been him it probably would have been Harry.

“Welcome students to our annual Jingle Ball, may I say you all look wonderful tonight” Dumbledore gingerly smiled, his wand lightly pressed against the side of his neck as he gestured towards the numerous students all dressed in their finest attires.

“We’ll start the evening with a three course meal prepared by our lovely house elves” claps begun to sound around the Great Hall which you quickly joined in on, smiling brightly once you noticed the numerous elves clumsily standing up from their seats and waving at the students.

“Once you’ve finished eating a band will be preforming for us and I hope that you and your dates will be joining me and McGonagall on the dance floor” laughter sounded around the hall at the last part of his sentence but instead of joining in like you usually would you found yourself draining out all noise as your eyes met Draco’s.

He’d already been looking your way and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as his icy grey eyes burned through yours, you felt like there was some type of force drawing you to him and you couldn’t do anything about it, even though your head was screaming at you that shouldn’t be developing feelings for someone as arrogant and cruel as Draco Malfoy your heart seemed to be having trouble following.

Once everyone had finished eating you were eager to get away from your table, somehow Hero and Ron had begun a full blown argument which you and Hermione had to quickly shut down by asking Lavender to take Ron somewhere else until he’d calm down, that boy could not control his temper if his life depended on it.

You’d managed to cheer Hermione up after the entire ordeal telling her that she should focus on herself for once and have fun, thankfully she’d listened and you couldn’t help the giddy expression overtaking your facial features as you watched her and Hero sway together on the dance floor.

“Care to dance M’ lady” Harry merrily bowed down in front of you reaching his hand out towards yours, you placed a hand on your chest in feigned surprise before gently laying your hand in Harry’s palm.

“Why, I would be delighted to” you attempted a posh accent unable to contain the giggle that fell past your lips as you let Harry lead you to the dance floor.

As soon as his arm had wrapped around your waist and the other intertwined with your hand another slow song began playing, most of the students were still digesting their food so their weren’t many on the dance floor, it was only you and Harry, Hero and Hermione and about six other couples.

You leaned your head on Harry’s chest letting him slowly sway you to the soothing melody of the song. “You know I love you right?” Harry mumbled as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

“I love you too, silly” you brightly smiled up at him, you both knew there weren’t harbored feelings for the other hidden behind those three words so you had no trouble voicing it to each other.

You tightly wrapped your arms around his waist continuing to slowly move around the dance floor. You knew how hard his life had been leading up to this point, losing his family, Sirius, and then Cedric he always had the inkling fear that one day he’d lose you or Ron or Hermione so you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going anywhere.

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words and you knew you were saying everything you needed just by being there with him, it felt like hours that you’d stayed that way wrapped in each others arms but soon students begun to make their way to the dance floor so you and Harry decided to take a short break, heading hand in hand back towards your table.

Unbeknownst to you whilst you and Harry had been in your own world gently dancing with each other for all eyes to see, Draco had been enduring pure torture over at his table.

“I can’t believe she choose Potter over you”

“That’s gotta sting”

“How’s it feel being the second choice”

“Hope you’re ready to do my homework for the rest of the year”

Was all he had heard for the last hour as he’d watched you and Harry dance with one another. No matter the threats he threw their way and menacing looks they just wouldn’t stop, he felt as if his power of being crowned the Slytherin prince was slipping away from him, since in his world losing to someone like Harry Potter was as low as you could get.

Then and there Draco decided he wasn’t going to endure it anymore he was making his move tonight no matter the circumstance.

“You know Ginny’s been eyeing you all night” you wiggled your eyebrows nudging Harry’s shoulder who awkwardly began shifting in his seat as he mumbled a ‘really’ in response to which you nodded.

“Go ask her too dance!” you stood up so you could force him out of his seat along with you, you subtly pointed towards Ginny’s direction who had swiftly looked away as soon as her eyes had met Harry’s.

“But what about you?” Harry frowned realizing you didn’t have anyone to spend time with if he’d leave since both Hermione and Ron seemed to be preoccupied with their dates.

“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine! now go” you ushered him forward giving him a reassuring thumbs up as he began to walk towards her.

“You’re quite the matchmaker aren’t you?” Hermione had suddenly walked up behind you and you both watched in amusement as Harry almost fell over twice before he was able to reach Ginny who had happily agreed to dance with him.

“Where’s Hero?” you asked as you turned to face Hermione eyes wandering around the hall in an attempt to spot her date, “oh he’s just gone to get us some drinks, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like” Hermione offered but you shook your head.

“No its okay honestly I’m fine” you assured her, you did not want to spend the evening third wheeling your best friend and her date.

Hermione began opening her mouth surely to convince you to join them but stopped once her eyes landed on something behind you or rather someone behind you.

“Care to dance?”

You swiftly turned around to see Draco with his hand reaching out towards you, you tried your best to contain the smile that was so desperately gnawing at the sides of your mouth as you turned back to Hermione who was giving you knowing smile.

“Find me if you need anything alright?” you eagerly nodded at her words only turning back to Draco once Hermione had fully vanished into the crowd.

“One dance, that’s it” you attempted to sound serious but it came off in a more teasing manner as you let your hand fall into Draco’s.

“Agreed”

As soon as you’d reached the middle of the dance floor, Draco’s arm had snaked around your waist pulling you into him whilst the other intertwined your fingers. You let out a giggle as he began twirling you around, gracefully catching you back in his arms as both his hands moved to rest on your lower back.

“You’re quite the dancer” you complimented, without a doubt boosting Draco’s already large ego, “I know” he had replied with a knowing smirk, twirling you around one last time before pulling you flush up against him your noses bumping together since you’d already been looking up at him. You’d held the eye contact for a minute as you brightly smiled at each other before you gently let your chin rest on his shoulder as he slowly began swaying you from side to side.

As your eyes began dancing over the students you didn’t think anything could burst your happy bubble until your eyes found Harry’s who had a look of disappointment edged onto his features as he pulled away from Ginny who had frowned at his sudden dismissal as she watched him begin to make his way out of the Great Hall.

You cleared your throat as you uncomfortably began shuffling away from Draco who gave you a look of confusion as he watched you pull your hand out of his and back away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I can’t do this” you muttered before hurriedly turning around and squeezing your way through the crowd of students all huddled together on the dance floor, most of them giving you annoyed glances as you pushed them out of the way but you didn’t care all you wanted to do was find Harry. You couldn’t imagine how he’d felt once he saw you his best friend, dancing with someone who’d made his life a living hell ever since the first year.

Once you’d exited the Great Hall you frantically began looking around the empty corridors in an attempt to find Harry who’d stormed out here only moments ago.

“Y/N!” you heard Draco call from behind you but you ignored him, picking up your pace once you heard his nearing footsteps echoing around the empty hallways.

“Y/N please wait” you felt him grab ahold of your wrist swiftly turning you back to face him, his grip only tightening as you began attempting to pull your hand away.

“No! You can’t treat my friends like shit and then expect me to give in on whatever the hell you’re trying to do” you finally managed to rip your hand out of his grasp as you turned back around but he quickly ran in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place.

“Listen I’m sorry alright, bloody hell I just- I can’t stop thinking about you I don’t know how to explain it but I think I might-” he cut himself off hesitating to speak his next words unsure of how you’d react since he didn’t want to return to his friends with yet another failed attempt.

“You think you might what?” you crossed your arms over your chest glaring up at him as you watched his mouth open and close again.

“Fancy you” he finally let out, your eyes widening as you let your hands fall down to your hips. You took a few steps back until you couldn’t move any further the tall walls of the castle preventing you from doing so.

“You what?” you barely whispered and Draco took that as his chance to walk towards you placing both his hands on the wall next to you.

As you looked back up at him he slowly started to remove one hand from the wall so he could place it onto your cheek and just like he’d done in the store, he began leaning in until his lips were barely hovering above yours, you so desperately wanted to close the gap between you but a part of you was screaming to push him away and never look back, but as your eyes met his once more you couldn’t bring yourself to do it your heart taking control as he pressed his lips against your own.

Your lips continued dancing with each other at a normal pace until he’d moved to deepen the kiss swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist so you were able to loop yours around his neck, he pushed you even tighter up against the wall causing you to let out a gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You ran your fingers through his hair gently pulling on the strands on the back of his head before letting your head fall to the side as he began leaving kisses down your neck his hands trailing down your sides until they wrapped around your hips pulling you even further into him.

You gently blinked your eyes open as you pulled away from him, your lips undoubtedly swollen and your lipstick smeared but you didn’t care.

“No one can know about this, not until I talk to Harry” you breathed out leaning your forehead against his as you attempted to slow your heart rate by taking deep breaths in and out.

“Of course I won’t tell anyone” he lied, he’d gotten quite good at that after having to continuously lie to his father ever since he was a child, one particular incident that he would never forget was when he’d accidentally let one of the house elves go because he didn’t know that to free them they had to be granted an item of clothing and on a particularly cold night he saw no harm in granting the elf his jacket since it had been shivering beside him and when his father had barged into his room later in the night furious at his son’s stupidity Draco had lied and told him that the elf had tricked him into doing so and upon hearing this his father had tracked the elf down and casted the unforgivable curse onto him, after that Draco lied to his father about almost everything he did to ensure something like that would never happen again.

Amongst his peers he was powerful and feared but when it came to his father he was nothing, never good enough and always in the way. School was the only place he felt he was more than his father’s words so he knew that as soon as he would make his way into the Slytherin common room the first thing he was going to do was tell his friends that he’d done it, that you were slowly but surely beginning to fall for him, which put him right back on top.

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Away from home -chapter 3

Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.

She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.

When she starts missing home and the darkness creeps upon her, her hotel neighbour comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety

Stray kids fan fic

Mainly staring 3ratcha

But the other boys do make appearances it's just easy to keep to minimum of characters lol

Chan x oc

This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz

We've somehow managed to catch up to the schedule so we finish at 6pm like planned. I make my way to my trailer to get my things, but stop before I can get there. Waiting outside my trailer is Chris and Ryan.

"There you are!" Ryan exclaimes as he spots me.

"Who would've guessed I'd be coming to my trailer!" I sarcastically reply. Chris is leaning against the railing of the stairs, he's taller than me up there, I give him a nod. He jumps down to make room for me to get my stuff. "Not to seem rude, but why are you guys here?" I ask.

"We thought it'd be useful if you and Chris specifically spent some time together discussing your character and the film. Changbin and Han are doing the same with jack". Jack's the male lead in the film. Sweet but a bit too arrogant for my taste. A great actor though, fortunately for me.

"Yeah that sounds cool!! Whatever helps with making this the best film it can be!" I reply. Ryan seems to have graduated from Jenna's school of shit eating grins, cause he's beeming from ear to ear.

"I was thinking we could go for dinner tonight? Just in the hotel lobby, and we can discuss some of the major plot points!" Chan interupts mine and Ryan's seeming staring contest.

"Yeah that sounds great! I'm staying at the Milton. Want to come to me or me to you?" I reply.

"I'm staying there too. Seo and Han are staying at another one down the road. The one Jack's staying at right?" He asks Ryan.

"Yeah, there was only one room free at the Milton for 6 weeks." Ryan answers. 6 weeks. I'm gonna be hanging out with Bang Chan for 6 weeks. This is unreal.

"Oh, well I'm heading back now. If you're ready to go back you can join me in my car. I'm sure Keith wouldn't mind extra company!" I say locking up my trailer.

"Yeah that sounds great actually. I'll just get my things and say bye to the boys. I'll be back in a few" With that Chris leaves me and Ryan stood outside my trailer.

"What are you doing?" I probe him. "You know I fancy him", I feel like a child whining to their dad.

"I thought you'd enjoy working with him. Plus he's a fan of yours just as much as you are of him."

"Well that's bullshit. I've litterally been in 4 things beside this. And in one of them most of my scenes were cut."

"He saw the play you were in, in London." I'm taken aback.

"He saw the crucible?" This play pretty much changed my life. I played a supporting character in the national theatres production of the crucible. That's where Blake and Ryan saw me for the first time, and apparently Chris Bang did too.

"Yeah he came with us" Ryan replied.

"You never told me that!"

"Must've slipped my mind"

Chan comes back, and I can't help but notice he's put on some more perfume. He smells incredible.

"You ready to go?" I ask

"Yeah" He confirms.

"Nice seeing you Ryan!" I say hugging him tightly. "Tell Blake I'll text her later!". Chris and Ryan say their goodbyes and then it's just me and Chris, walking to the car park. We walk in silence. I'm not sure what Ryan's told him about me. Hopefully nothing.

"So how are you enjoying being in America?" Chan asks breaking the silence.

"It's hot, hotter than England anyway. And I'm actually starting to miss the rain." He laughs, and scratches his head. "How about you?" I ask.

"I like being by the ocean here. Its the best thing about California. Right on the beaches doorstep." He says with a love I find endearing.

"Yeah that is a positive. I actually went to watch the sunset last week at the beach. There's this little secluded area near the Milton. The way the sun bounces of the water if enough to make me cry." I admit, "but what can I say im an actor, we're prone to the dramatics" I joke.

We've found Keith and his black cab and take our seats in the back.

"Evening, Y/N! And who's this?" He asks looking at Chris in the rear view mirror.

"I'm Chris!" He greets with a nod and smile. He really is a charmer.

"He's staying at the Milton too, so I thought it'd make sense for him to come back with us. I hope that's okay?" I say slightly concerned I've annoyed the poor bloke.

"Will it be a recurring thing?" Keith enquires.

"Depends on schedules, but maybe." I answer it the sweetest way I can.

"Well it's nice to meet you Chris"

"You too Keith!". And with that we drive back to the hotel.

The car ride is nice, but long. This week's base location is an hour and a half away from the hotel. Usually I sleep on my way to and from, but it feels rude to do so with Chan here. However I can't help but be lulled asleep by the movement of the car.

I wake up back at the hotel, with Chris gently tapping me awake. Again those sparks appear to be flying.

"Was I snoring?" I ask

"No" Chris says

"Loudly" Keith interjects.

"We're here" Chris informs me. It seems like him and Keith hit it off whilst I was sleeping. Cause they can't stop chatting. We get out the car and wave Keith off.

"He seems lovely. And another Brit!" He exclaims!

"Yeah im pretty sure that's why they assigned us together. It is nice to hear a voice from home." We walk into the foyer and down to the lifts. "What floor are you on?" I ask pressing my floors button.

"Looks like the same as yours" he replies.

"We're floor buddies!" I say instantly regretting it as it comes out my mouth. I sound like a child.

"Yeah I guess we are!" He seems to like that childlikeness. It's something I've always held onto. The childlike wonder and joy. Well tried to hold onto. It makes the dark days easier.

We exit the lift and turn the same way down the corridor. And again. And again. Until there's a dead end and only two rooms left.

"No way are you in room 7," I exclaim "I'm room 8"

"I guess we're actual neighbours too!" He replies sweetly.

"Gonna make this a whole lot easier. How about insted of tea down in the restaurant we order room service and do the work in my room? Its more quiet and less likely to draw any unwanted attention." I say knowing that if Chris is seen with anyone of the opposite sex they'll be some sort of dating rumour.

"Sounds like a plan. Let's say 8:30?"

"It's a date.... not like a date date but like a plan date. You know what I'm just gonna shut up" He smiles at my word vomit and I feel a warmth I haven't felt in a long time.

"8:30 it is! It's a date" He replies. And with that we both enter our rooms. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I head to the shower to wash off, and also to calm me down. I cant believe I'm gonna be hanging out with Bang Chan in an hours time. What the actual fuck is my life.

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