#might gif it as soon as we get a proper copy

[sergiovinazzi]

Stolen - Lando Norris x Reader (Chapter Two)

2.9k words, rated E for everyone :)

Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

——

On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

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[jisungsmochi]

i’ve got this friend - mark lee

i’ve got this friend - mark lee 

based on the (unreleased) song by 5SOS 

neighbour & friend! mark + a very oblivious y/n (female)

word count: 1.7k 

summary: after a rumour stirs that you have a secret admirer, your neighbour and friend, mark lee begins to drop some, not so subtle, clues on who it might be. will his mission be a success?

//

mark hated lee haechan more than anything in the world right now. the little menace decided to spread the rumour that you had a secret admirer. mark was in panic mode, wanting nothing more than to roll up in a ball and cry.

“what the hell, man? what if she finds out?” mark groaned, holding the bridge of his nose, as haechan continued to giggle.

“would that be so bad? you’ve been pining over her since you became neighbours. isn’t it time for you to finally tell her how you feel?”

“what if she’s disappointed?” haechan immediately stopped laughing, furrowing his eyebrows at his glum faced friend.

“but what if she’s over the moon? you always look for the bad in these situations. you’re confessing to her, you have to” mark knew inside that he was partially right. it had been almost two years since he developed a friendship with you. although you weren’t attached to the hip, you were both friendly towards eachother and spent a fair amount of time together. haechan claimed he had a fool proof plan to ‘get the girl’ so let the games begin...

“hey! y/n, wait up” mark caught up with you as you exited your house.

“oh goodmorning mark” you smiled as you walked over to him, continuing to walk alongside him on your way to school.

“i gotta tell you something” he looks away from you, eyes drawn to the ground. you silently urge him to continue,

“i heard that someone likes you”

you immediately stop in your tracks, your face contorting into confusion yet also, excitement.

“really? do you know who it is?” you trailed slowly behind him, he didn’t even notice you had stopped briefly.

“uh yeah, i’ve got this friend, he doesn’t really want me to tell you who he is yet” you felt your heart sink, is this all some sick prank?

“mark, you don’t have to feed into these rumours-“

“no i’m being serious, you have an admirer” he softly smiled, making you feel slightly more at ease. mark had never lied to you before, why would he start now? you decided not to pry him anymore, wanting to keep this to yourself for the time being. of course you were curious as to who it was, but maybe keeping their identity hidden is giving them the courage to contact you eventually. you were hopeful, and so was mark. he wanted nothing more than for you to make your way to him.

“so is there anything else you wanna tell me about said admirer? is he tall? do i know him?” you begin to become impatient as you sat across from mark at your usual lunch table.

“um he’s kinda my size? i guess. you might know him, he does go to our school” you begin to turn around, scanning your eyes over the courtyard.

“don’t look now! he might be looking” mark hurriedly spoke, not thinking about his words.

“oh so he’s close to where we are?” you grew even more curious than before. you were going to get mark lee to crack, it was the only way.

‘oh fuck’ he thought to himself. what is he going to do now?

//

“mark, it’s honestly killing me! you really can’t tell me who he is? is he really that shy? or am i just intimidating?” you frown as you sit on mark’s couch in his basement. he invited you over sometimes whenever he was bored and needed someone to go over some of his song ideas with. mark was in a band with some of his close friends, they didn’t really have a proper name yet, and had barely played infront of people.

“you’re not intimidating at all! you’re one of the kindest people i know” he quickly jumps to your defence. he hesitates for a moment before continuing,

“well he plays the bass guitar, and oh! he thinks you would like him better if he had a car, kinda feels like a loser for not having one” your mind begins to wind, who do you know that can play bass and has no car...

well jeno was the official bassist of their band...and you remember him complaining at one of their practices that he was late because he had to take the bus. but really? did lee jeno have a crush on you? that seemed unrealistic. you barely had any interactions with him, only greeting him nicely whenever you tuned in to their practices. was mark trying to set you guys up or something?

“is it someone from your band?” mark froze, not expecting you to catch on so quickly. (not like he was being so discrete either)

“uh maybe, maybe not. i don’t know” he begins to ramble.

“i’m beginning to think you’re playing some weird prank on me, mark lee. i hope whoever this guy is, comes to me soon. the suspense is killing me!” and with that, mark knew he needed to speed up the plan.

//

“you gotta tell her soon, your stupid clues are probably making her stressed. and why the hell do you wanna make her stressed?!” haechan gave the older boy a hard smack on the back of the head.

“look, we need a new plan, asap”

“no shit, you’re lucky i’m the damage control” haechan huffed, putting on his figurative thinking cap.

“aha! you’re going to write her a song” mark raised an eyebrow at the younger boy as if he was insane, he can’t write a song in a day, not even a week sometimes.

“not an actual song! just a little snippet of a song describing your feelings, since you can’t seem to say it to her straight out. it’s a brilliant idea and you should thank me” mark understood where he was coming from. maybe if he sat you down, with his guitar and sang to you, it wouldn’t be as awkward or pressuring. lee haechan was in fact a genius.

//

“mark? it’s like 1am, what do you need me for?” you groan from your side of the phone call.

“i need to get something off my chest, meet me at the park in 10” part of you wanted to hang up and fall back asleep, but another part of you was curious as to why mark lee needed you so late in the night. you dressed yourself in a warm puffer jacket before making your way to the playground across from your and mark’s houses.

you saw him sitting on one of the swings, his guitar tucked close to him, his fingers strumming to a random tune.

“this better be good” you sigh, taking a seat on the swing next to him.

“the reason i asked you to come out here is because i haven’t been completely honest with you. i don’t want you to say anything until the song is done, it would really save me the embarrassment” he warned, making you slightly nervous. he took a deep breath, eyes focused on the strings of the guitar, before he began to play.

[ *cue ‘i’ve got this friend’ by 5sos hehe]

“I've got this friend who's crazy about you

I've got this friend who can't be without you

I've got this friend and I wish I could see

See what you'd say if I told you it was me

I want to tell you to see what you'd say

Before I jump in and I ask for that date

I've been that friend

I've been that friend and I wish I could see

How this would end if you knew it was me?”

your heart melted at each lyric. mark lee had been that ‘friend’ all along. the mark that always waited for you to walk to school together. the mark that always brought you home bubble tea when you were feeling down. the mark that always invited you over just because he enjoyed the company. it was him. it was always him.

you felt tears begin to fill your eyes, causing mark to place his guitar down and stand across from you, holding your shoulders gently.

“d-did i say something wrong? did i mess things up? i’m so sorry, y/n. i should have come clean so-“

“no mark, i’m not mad or sad! i’m just really overwhelmed. here i was thinking that this was all some silly joke when the whole time, you were my admirer” you slightly sniffled at the last part, making mark’s heart swoon. he wiped a tear that fell from your eye, as you leant into his warm palm.

“i don’t need you to say you like me back or anything, i just couldn’t go on with life without you knowing”

“i understand. and trust me, i’ve always seen you as my cute next door neighbour. and honestly, i’d be lying if i said that i haven’t thought about dating you” you felt heat rise to your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice due to the cold.

“but all those clues! it must have been so entertaining to watch me struggle with piecing it all together! everything makes sense now, except for the bass guitar one. i thought you were just the lead guitarist?” you furrowed your eyebrows as mark began to chuckle.

“i kinda slipped up there, i can play both guitar and bass. i was actually the initial bassist of the band until we found jeno” mark explained, making you feel even more stupid.

“gosh, there i was thinking that jeno was my admirer” you saw mark begin to frown, causing you to stand and face him.

“but don’t worry about him, all my attention and focus will be on you now!” you smiled with glee, watching as mark copied your expression. he leaned down close to you, placing a small peck to your cheek, his breath slowly fanning your cheeks.

“so what do you say? go on a date with me?”

“of course, tell your little ‘friend’ he finally got the girl” you pulled him into a warm embrace, feeling him melt in your arms.

it was safe to say that you and mark didn’t remain friends for much longer.

[tricksters-captain]

Weasley Twins/Cedric Diggory Imagines - Accidental Meeting - Part 2

AN: I’m so glad you all are actually liking these first couple parts!!

Overall Summary: (Y/n), is a young witch who always kept her head down due to her complicated past; one day she bumps quite literally into one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory, and that’s when (Y/n) plan of keeping her head down seems to go up into the air. Things only seem to worsen when two redheaded twins start to take notice too...

This Chapter: Wood doesn’t quite trust (Y/n) when she says that the attention Diggory gave her was nothing and sends the twins to keep an eye on her. 

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Cedric Diggory x Reader, (Eventual) George Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Fred Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Oliver Wood x Reader

Word Count: 4,026

Warnings: Angst 

You walked into your first class of the day which was Potions. You weren't thrilled that Snape was your first lesson of the year but you were lucky you were quiet and gifted in Potions so Snape rarely picked on you during class. 

You found your seat toward the back of the class and that’s when you heard the noisy chatter of the Weasley twins situating itself behind you. 

“Morning (Y/n).” The twins said simultaneously. 

You turned to face them and the sheepish smiles they had on their faces. 

“Fred. George.” You greeted them back. 

“What ya gonna do, Seyler? This is Wood’s last year.” Fred winked at you, 

“You’ll have to find some other reason to come watch us play Quidditch.” George added onto Fred’s sentence. 

“Oh, I forgot I went to Quidditch matches for you two?” You leered back, rolling your eyes playfully. 

“Come on, (y/n), we know you secretly admire us. Why else would you spend all your time with Wood unless it was to secretly spend time with us!” Fred chimed. 

“It definitely has nothing to do with the fact Oliver forces me to come to matches.” Sarcasm dripped from your words which only made the twins laugh. 

“Silence!” Snape entered, slamming the door behind him. 

“He’s a ray of sunshine this morning.” George muttered, 

“Must've had a great summer.” Fred whispered back. 

You smiled and shook your head at their comments. If these two sat behind you the whole year, you weren’t going to get any work done. 

It was only a few lessons into the day and you were feeling pretty drained. 

“How’s the first proper day back?” Oliver met you in the corridor as you made your way to the back entrance for Care of Magical Creatures. 

“Piece of cake. How’s yours?” You sighed, holding your books tight to your chest. 

“All I’m gonna say is I may be able to win the cup this year unscathed but passing these exams may end it all.” Oliver slapped your hand, initiating your handshake, and ended it with a fist bump as he parted to go his own way. 

You made your way down to Hagrid’s hut where you could see the previous class leaving. 

“(Y/n)!” You soon found out Cedric was in that class as he called your name, rushing up the steep path to meet you. 

“Cedric.” You felt yourself tighten your grip on your books as surrounding students started to whisper as they passed. 

“Are you on your way to Care of Magical Creatures?” He asked you, 

“Yeah I am.” Was all you could reply. 

“It’s really great. Hey, what are you doing later?” Cedric’s energy was incorrigible, clearly Hagrid had made it an exciting lesson. 

“Um, I’m not sure. Probably studying.” You admitted honestly. 

“Ced! Come on! We’ll be late!” Boys from Cedric's class who had made it back to the castle were calling his name. 

“I’ll find you after supper then.” Cedric said as he made his way past you, rushing up to his friends. 

You didn’t know how to act or what to think. 

Why was he suddenly so interested in you?

“Were you just talking to Cedric Diggory?” Angelina approached you as you reached the hut. 

“I guess I was.” You frowned, looking back up at the castle where he had gone inside. 

“Alright! Gather round!” Hagrid’s voice cut off whatever Angelina was about to say next and you were almost thankful for it. 

The rest of the day seemed to go by quickly and soon you were sat in the Gryffindor common room with a book on your lap. 

However, the common room was busy, and the noise wasn’t letting you concentrate. 

“I’m going to the greenhouses.” You tucked your book under your arm as you got up to leave. Wood only hummed a goodbye as he gawked in confusion at whatever he was studying. 

You made your way to the greenhouses, speaking to Professor Sprout before you went into your section of the greenhouses that held the project you focused on last year. 

When Oliver was training with the quidditch team, you were often left alone and with the spare time you had last year, you focused on Herbology. 

Like Potions, it was another subject you had a good knack for and your talent of getting on Professors good sides meant that you could have your own section to raise plants you wished to study. 

“Angelina said I’d find you in here.” Cedric’s voice made you jump and you sent your watering can to the floor. 

“Merlin’s beard!” You gasped at the loud sound of the metal can. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Cedric stepped forward, picking up the can for you. 

“I just didn’t expect company.” You took the can from him and then refilled it. 

“So, what are you doing in here?” Cedric asked, looking around at the plants that surrounded you both. 

“This is my, um, private section of the greenhouses. I haven’t been here since we left for summer, Professor Sprout has been looking after my plants.” You explained, watering a small sage bush you had planted. 

“You have your own section of the greenhouses?” Cedric smirked, cocking his eyebrows at you.

“I told you. I don’t have many friends.” You placed the can down and faced the boy who was now fiddling with some ear muffs. 

“Here.” You took the earmuffs from him and placed them on his head before picking up your own. 

“I was curious about raising plants last year and one plant I managed to actually grow was Siren Silines.” You explained as you went to open a door. “Dangerous flowers really. Their song is beautiful but draws animals and young children in to their death. Once picked without gloves, you’re a goner.” You opened the door and lead him inside. 

Even with the earmuffs you could faintly hear the flowers singing. 

You reached up towards the boy and removed his earmuffs for him. 

“You shouldn’t listen for too long, you’ll get light headed but this is their song.” You let he boy listen as you knew curiosity would over take him at some point. 

“Beautiful, isn't it?” You sighed happily as you stared down at the poisonous flower. 

“Very.” Cedric was watching your face as your lips curled into a soft smile which only brought on a goofy smile of his own. 

You faced him and lifted his muffs back onto his ears in fear he may faint soon. 

You guided Cedric from that part of the greenhouse so you could remove your muffs and gloves. Cedric copied you as you locked the door behind yourselves. 

“So, I didn’t ask you...” You started as the question came to mind. 

“What?” Cedric’s eyebrow twitched at you. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked. 

“I told you I'd find you after supper.” Cedric referred to earlier. 

“But why?” The question slipped past your lips before you could stop it. 

“Why not?” Cedric shrugged, his smile as contagious as ever. “Do you not like me?” 

“I never said that––” 

“––Then we can be friends.” Cedric declared before you could say anything else. 

A couple of weeks past and you didn’t see much of Diggory besides the occasional glances during study periods where the years mixed. 

Cedric had hoped to see you in Hogsmeade on the weekends but never could seem to find you anywhere outside of school hours. He thought you might be avoiding him. 

You had in fact been avoiding spending time with him after you caught the Weasley twins peaking their red heads around the greenhouses once Cedric had returned inside the castle. 

The Weasley Twins had in fact been spending more of their attention on you in lessons now too. You were irritated they were spying at first but then you realised they wouldn’t have been spying on their own accord. 

Oliver. 

He denied it at first but a few of days of the silent treatment had him confessing the truth. 

You were in the common room studying with a cup of tea when the twins decided to bother you again.

You stirred the spoon with magic as you twirled your finger, you were deep into a paragraph on dragons when Fred and George jumped down either side of you. 

“Hello Seyler.” Fred was the first to speak. 

“Have you lost something?” George asked, 

“No? Why?” You were confused by the boys cheeky smiles and thought they must be playing some kind of game with you. 

“Because there’s something outside the common room waiting for you.” Fred tried not to laugh. 

“Asking anyone going in or out about you.” George nudged your shoulder which forced you to close your book to see what they were going on about. 

The painting opened as you left the common room and stood on the stairs was Cedric.

“Cedric?” You were surprised. He stood on the stairs in a light brown patterned jumper and dark brown trousers, his hair fluffy yet styled and his lips spread into a warm smile when his eyes met yours. 

“Have you been avoiding me by any chance?” He asked without any hesitation but with humour. 

“What makes you think that?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest as you moved aside so you weren't blocking the common room entrance. 

“The fact I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks.” Cedric raised his eyebrows  as he made his point.

“I’m a busy girl?” You tried to make an excuse. 

“How can a girl who claims she has no friends be so busy?” Cedric goaded with a cute smirk on his lips. 

“I like to study. I do have my O.W.L’s. this year you know” You defended yourself. 

“But they’re not until the end of the year. Do you have to study all week every week?” He meant the weekends and you knew it. You hadn’t really left the castle since you arrived back at Hogwarts but every time you accidentally walked into a large group you could hear the mutters about Azkaban and your parents and these were children so you couldn’t bare to see the adults in Hogsmeade join in too. 

“Ced...” You muttered, looking down at your fingers. This boy barely knew you. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t. 

“Look, I’m sorry.” Cedric apologised for his attitude about it, “Would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Nothing crazy, just a few butterbeers and maybe a trip to Zonkos?” 

You hesitated to answer. 

“Fine.” You gave in as his gorgeous eyes bared into you. 

“Great.” Cedric smiled, taking a step down the stairs. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” 

You returned to the common room swiftly after Cedric jumped down the stairs, heading back to his own common room. You avoided the twins by heading up to your bedroom. 

You flopped back onto your bed and let out a deep breath. 

What on earth did he want with you? 

You had never received this much attention from anyone before. You didn’t expect Cedric to be almost chasing you in order to get a chance to speak with you. No one ever wanted to talk to you unless it was about school work. No one except for Wood of course...

You tossed and turned all night, concerned about what would you talk about, spending a whole day with someone new. Wood was the only one who has ever known everything about you but Wood was basically your big brother. Cedric, on the other hand, was almost a stranger. 

When you finally got up in the morning, you spent way longer than usual picking something to wear, the weather was getting colder as autumn took over fully and so you made sure to wrap your Gryffindor scarf around your neck before you left. 

It was early so whilst half the house was still asleep, the other half were in the great hall already devouring a breakfast. 

Cedric was stood outside the great hall, leaning against the wall with one leg cocked up against the stone as he waited for you. 

“I was getting worried I’d have to corner some poor second year Gryffindor to go get you out of bed.” Cedric didn’t shy away from teasing you as you came into view. 

“I didn’t know what to wear. I’m not used to this. My Saturday’s are usually spent in the library or the quidditch pitch after being blackmailed by Oli to come watch them train and point out the weakest links.” You mumbled quickly as you tucked your hands into your jacket pockets. 

“I’m only joking. Come on, I wanted to go for walk before we went to Hogsmeade.” Cedric offered his elbow, his own hands in his jacket pockets too. 

You took it, the nerves bubbling in your stomach, as he began to walk towards the path that headed down to the black lake. 

“How did you sleep?” Cedric asked you. 

“Not great. I haven’t sleep that well since the news that Sirius Black was sighted a couple weeks ago.” You were honest which surprised yourself. 

“Do you think he’ll really come to Hogwarts?” Cedric looked down at you as he spoke. 

“He won’t if he knows what's good for him. But if he were anything like my parents, he will.” You kept your eyes to the ground ahead of you when you brought up your parents. 

“What do you mean?” Cedric furrowed his brows, 

“My parents were... are.. so dedicated to you know who that if they were given the chance to kill Harry, they would. They’d kill him and come straight for me.” 

Cedric was silent for a moment after hearing the truth in your voice. You truly believed that is what would happen. Cedric thought it must be so nerving to know your own blood would kill your friend then drag you away from everything you knew. 

“I’m sorry. How’d this turn so dark...” You tried to chuckle weakly to lighten the mood but Cedric knew it was fake. 

“Don’t apologise. This is the most I’ve heard you talk since I met you. It’s nice, even if the topic is not.” Cedric nudged your shoulder with his as you walked along the pebbles and stones. 

“I bet there’s loads of scary things in the black lake.” You bent down and picked up a stone to skim along the water. 

“I don’t know. We can find out if you like?” Cedric watched you skim the rock as he spoke. 

“How?” You asked, facing the boy again. 

That's when Cedric ran towards you and threw you over his shoulder, jogging towards the water and stepping into the shallow water. 

“Cedric!” You screamed, “Cedric! Put me down! Cedric! Stop!” 

The boy laughed wildly as he placed your feet back onto dry ground. 

“That wasn't funny!” You pushed the boy back several times which only made him laugh harder. 

His laughter encouraged yours and soon you were laughing with your hand on your forehead as you calmed down. 

“Can we go to Hogsmeade now?” You asked him, 

“Yes, we can go now.” Cedric straightened up from laughing and took your arm once more. 

Once you arrived at Hogsmeade, you immediately went for a butterbeer. 

“Why couldn't Hogwarts be somewhere warm? Why is it Scotland? It’s getting so cold out there already.” You complained as you sat down opposite the boy. 

“I like Christmas here. The snow just makes it better.” Cedric placed your drink in front of you with his own. 

“Snow? You mean the white cold, slushy, slippery stuff that is wet and makes my plants die?” Cedric laughed at you and you just shook your head. 

“Aren’t your plants in greenhouses?” 

“What about the plants that are outside? The only good thing to come out of cold weather is snowdrops. Such little flowers but they are so pretty.” You weren't aware of the smiles that Cedric was sending you but he enjoyed listening to you speak without the nerves you had before. 

“I’m guessing Herbology is your favourite subject?” Cedric pondered, 

“No, actually. Potions is. I like Herbology but it’s because I'm good at it. I’m good at Potions too but that’s because I find it interesting minus Snape.” 

“I don’t think I’ve heard anyone admit Potions is their favourite class before.” Cedric chuckled. 

“Look, if Snape wasn’t the Potions Professor I’m certain more people would enjoy it.” You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. 

From the corner of your eye you could see something (or someone) peaking through the window. 

The flash of red then gave it away. 

It was Fred and George, spying, again!

“Oh God...” You groaned, taking a large gulp from your Butterbeer. 

“What?” Cedric glanced towards the window then back to you. “What is it?”

“Oli... He’s sent the Weasley twins to spy on me, no doubt.” You sank down in your seat as your eyes flickered to all the windows to capture a glimpse of them again. 

“What’s going on with you and Wood anyways?” Cedric soon made that transition. 

“Nothing. He's like my brother. We’ve been best friends since I was in first year, not like the rumours haven’t spread though. Got Oli into some trouble with a couple girlfriends actually.” You explained, sparing the details for a later date.

“Really?” Cedric clearly found that amusing as he let out a soft chuckle. 

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Cedric jumped up from his seat and offered his hand. You took it to help you out of your chair but dropped it soon after. 

Cedric opened the door for you as you left the leaky cauldron. You sent him a shy smile as you mumbled ‘thanks’. 

You walked through Hogsmeade towards Zonko’s joke shop when you stopped outside Honeydukes. 

“Do you mind?” You asked Cedric hopefully as you eyed the sweets in the window. Cedric smiled back and got the door again. 

You rushed in and immediately picked up two bars of Honeydukes best chocolate. 

During term time, you survived off sugary treats to keep you up, especially during winter when the skies grew dark and the weather became miserable. 

You knew you’d need a good supply with your O.W.L’s coming up. 

You gathered a good stock of chocolate wands, chocolate cauldrons, chocolate skeletons and then finally came to the chocolate frogs. 

“I’m guessing chocolate is your favourite?” Cedric smiled down at you as he stepped to be by your side. 

“Is it that obvious?” You laughed lightly, 

“Stocking up because of the dementors?” Cedric asked genuinely, it was well known that you’d need something sweet to get your serotonin levels back up after an encounter with a dementor. 

“Kind of. I get low during the winter months anyway and I need the energy to actually do well on these O.W.L’s.” You admitted, taking a chocolate frog from the shelf. 

“I’m sure you’ll get outstanding in every subject. I remember how nervous I was for my O.W.L’s last year but I did alright.” Cedric moved along the shelf and took some Berties Botts every flavoured beans as he spoke. 

“Alright? Okay, Cedric ‘best student’ Diggory.” You scoffed, you knew well (like the rest of the school) that Cedric did practically perfectly on his O.W.L’s. 

“Well, with all the hours you spend studying I don’t doubt you’ll at least pass.” Cedric sent you a wink and you felt your stomach flip. 

You looked away from the boy so that you could hide your burning cheeks. 

“Just these please.” You piled your mini haul onto the cash register. 

“Here, I’ll get it.” Cedric stepped forward, opening his small bag of coins. 

“No, really, it’s okay.” You tried to stop the transaction but Cedric was quicker than you. 

“Keep the change.” Cedric took the bag as you stared at him with objection. 

“You didn’t have to do that.”  You said as you left the shop. 

“I wanted to. It’s not everyday that I actually get to spend time with (Y/n) Seyler––”

“––Will you keep your voice down!” You reached up, shushing him with your hands as you looked around at the passing wizards and witches who seemingly hadn’t heard. 

“What?” Cedric pulled back from your hands, a smile still pursed on his lips. 

“You clearly don’t know what it’s like to have a name that sends a room full of people’s eyes directly to you.” You didn’t want to sound angry but Cedric’s smile faltering slightly must've mean you failed. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to––” 

“––No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoke to you like that. It’s just... I reckon the only other person who understands what it's like is Harry Potter.” You continued walking. 

There was a moment of silence between you as you walked side by side. 

“Maybe we should head back to the castle.” You suggested, 

“Well, well, well, what do we have here then, Georgie?” Fred’s voice caught your attention as you passed Zonkos. 

“I don’t know, Freddie. Looks like Seyler and Diggory here are on a date.” George smirked back at his twin as they swaggered up to you both. 

“We were just on a walk.” You corrected them both which sent the twins eyebrows up their foreheads. 

“Is that right, (Y/n)?” Fred looked between you and Cedric with a smile. “Is that why we saw you in the leaky cauldron together?”

“We were just having a drink.” Cedric spoke up as he could see how uncomfortable you were with this conversation. 

“A drink, eh?” George winked at the boy. 

“How about it, Cedric? You ready to lose the quidditch cup this year?” Fred chimed into a different conversation as you sent him a death glare. 

“Don’t be so confident, Weasley.” Cedric chuckled, 

“We’re heading to the shrieking shack.” Fred started, 

“Meant to be the most haunted house in Britain.” George added. 

“Care to join?” Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you both. 

“Actually I think we were about to head back to the castle.” You looked between Cedric and the twins.

“Suit yourself.” Fred. shrugged before turning on his heels. “Oh, and (Y/n), Wood said that you’d be at every match this year. I suggest you find yourself a good coat ‘cause they’ll be no skiving matches just because it’s raining.” 

You groaned at the comment and all the boys just sniggered. 

When you arrived back at the castle, you could see some 4th years whispering down one of the arched corridors as they saw you and Cedric walk through the courtyard together. 

“Thank you for today.” You took the bag of sweets that Cedric was holding from him as you thanked him. 

“Look, about earlier, I really am sorry if I upset you in any way.” Cedric’s kind nature couldn’t help but apologise again. 

“Really, Cedric, water under the bridge. I didn’t mean to get so upset.” You tightened your scarf as the wind picked up. 

“Well, what are you doing this week?” He asked, 

“I’m not sure. Studying. Homework. Professor Lupin says he has a special treat  for us sometime this week or the next which I’m quite excited about. It’s refreshing having a teacher who knows what he’s talking about after Lockhart last year.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of Lockhart being outted as a fraud at the end of the year. 

“He was... something else.” Cedric laughed with you.

You hadn’t smiled this much in a long time.  

“Ced! Where’ve you been?” You heard a voice behind Cedric and knew it was his oncoming friends.

Cedric peered behind before looking back down at you with an apologetic smile. 

“I better go. Don’t disappear on me now, (Y/n).” Cedric really hoped you wouldn’t avoid him for another few weeks until he is then forced to track you down again. 

“You’ll just have to use that Hufflepuff intuition and find me.” You almost didn't believe what left your mouth. Were you flirting with Cedric Diggory?!

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unexpected (iv) -Spencer Reid

Summary: everything is blurred as Spencer tries to find you

warnings: drug and alcohol use, gunfire

word count: 3.6k

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All Spencer could see was white, all he could hear was ringing. He’s not sure how long he was on the ground for, but as soon as he can, he scrambles to his feet. Spencer turns his head every way he can, looking for you.

~

Yesterday

You and Cameron speed away from the warehouse. You sigh, wind running through your hair as you let it down. Your face might still slightly burn from the slap Hunter had given you, but the cool air of the car makes it feel better.

You had decided to go to Cameron’s apartment before tonight, he lived with a girl, Skylar, that you were good friends with. Well, she had been your partner on a number of jobs, so you had grown close that way.

You pull up to Cameron’s apartment, he throws his keys to you, and you walk up the stairs to unlock it. The apartment was simple, nothing too fancy. Personally, you didn’t have an apartment. You didn’t want anything that could possibly be traced back to you. Sure, Cameron didn’t use his own name, but there were still other ways it could be traced.

You say hey to Skylar, her red hair was down, and she was sporting a septum and eyebrow piercing. You flop down on the couch, graciously taking a drag of the cigarette she was offering. “What have you been up to?” You ask, misting referring to ‘business’ related stuff.

“Hunters happy with me, I've gotten a lot of Cloud Nine onto the streets. And, I found a way to increase profit with it.” Skylar says, smirking. There was a rumor Skylar was sleeping with him, but you knew that wasn’t true. Hunter was too stuck up and proper for that.

“Nice one Sky.” You say, holding your hand up for a high five, and she complies. You see Cameron go over to the fridge, searching for some form of alcohol and/or food, when his phone rings. He sighs, answering with a hello. He turns to you after a moment, mumbling a “yes.” then after a minute, he hangs up.

“We have another job.” Cameron says, closing his phone. You sigh, “What is it?” You ask, a look of disappointment on your face.

“You’ve gotta call your FBI buddy tonight.” Cameron states, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair. You obviously didn’t think that you would have to speak to Spencer ever again. You thought that in a few years he would be a ghost of a memory, but you could still revel in the touches you shared.

“Why? What do I have to say?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. Cameron looks at you, slight regret in his eyes.

“We are going to burn down NorthGate Plaza.” He says, and shock fills your body. Noctiphany had never done something so major before. This was a huge step up for the publicity of the organization.

“Why do I have to call that agent?” You ask Cameron. “To get his team there. Boss wants a lot of cops and publicity to show how easily we can get away.” Cameron explains.

You look to Skylar, and then a smile forms on your face, “As long as we can get black out drunk after.” You say, a small laugh coming from you. Cameron rolls his eyes, and agrees, “You’ve gotta call him around 9.” He says, and you nod. You need something to do for the remaining four hours, so you spend that time watching shitty soap operas, and eating horrible, but somehow delicious food.

Your heart is racing at 9. You knew that you would hang up the disposable cell phone before Spencer could even respond, but it still filled your body with anxiety. You had what you were supposed to say written out on the table, a time and place. You dialed the number, and held the phone to your ear. You don’t even wait for a greeting before delivering the message.

“9:00 pm, tomorrow, at NorthGate plaza. Be ready, Princess.” You say, and hang up the phone as quickly as you can. The nickname had just slid off your tongue, a cursed reminder to Spencer about the times you had shared, a reminder of the betrayal he felt.

A chill ran down your spine, something that often happened before you began to cry. You set the phone down, and clear your throat, “C'mon guys, let’s go celebrate.” You say, clasping your hands together. Cameron and Skylar smile, and you all head out the door.

You have to enter the bar from a door in the back, and you must know the password. Cameron knocks on the door the specific way, and tells the bouncer the password. The door opens, and you take in the scene. The bar is dimly lit with warm toned lights. You can smell the stale beer and liquor in the air, it wasn’t necessarily the best smell, but you had associated it with good memories.

You tell Ben, the bartender that was usually working, your order of Jack and Coke. He nods, and begins to make it for you. You take it graciously, and turn back to your friends. Skylar has a slick smirk on her face, and you question it.

“I know that look Sky, what do you have?” You say, copying her smirk. She pulls a bag out of her pocket, and you recognize it as Cloud Nine.

You roll your eyes, “Just give me a half.” You say. While you did want all of your problems to float away, you didn’t want tomorrow to be all hell. In fact, you had never actually tried Cloud Nine for that reason. For the work you did, you needed your mind to be sharp. Given the events that had occurred recently though, you decided to give yourself a break.

You down the pill Skylar gives you, impatiently waiting the 15-20 minutes it takes to kick in. You stir your drink, and talk about Cameron’s latest job he was on. It was only whenever you got out of your chair to order another drink, when you realized the effects. You feel as though you are walking on nothing, and you begin to giggle.

The 80s and 90s mix in the bar makes you move and sway your hips. You feel a body behind you, and it’s Cameron. You smile, jokingly moving your hips against his, and he plays along seemingly grinding into you. You hear the people around you laughing, cheering you on as you dance.

What you didn’t know is that Cameron had actually not taken any Cloud Nine, and was completely sober. Also, no one told you about the horrible come down of Cloud Nine.

An hour and a half after you took your half of the pill, you are sitting at a table with your head in your hands, almost in tears. You were ranting about everything wrong in your life, but something specific had seemed to grab Cameron’s attention.

“And that whole thing with the FBI agent, Spencer Reid.” You said, and Cameron’s ears perked up, “I know it was supposed to be a fuck and duck, but I think I’m in love with him.” You confess. You attempt to stop yourself, but the words keep coming, “I can’t stop thinking about him, and how good it felt that one time that I slept in his arms.” You sigh, this was the only time you had really confronted your feelings on the whole situation.

Skylar held your arm sympathetically, “You will get closure tomorrow.” She says, her words slurring slightly. You nod, eyes still watery.

“Come on guys. We need to get back to the apartment.” Cameron says, pulling you and Skylar up by your arms. You follow his lead, stumbling all the way into the backseat of the car. You drift in and out of sleep on the way back to the apartment. Cameron helps you and Skylar to the door, and through the living room. You chug the cup of water he gives you, and collapse on the air mattress in the living room.

~

You wake up the next morning with an awful pounding in your head. You groan, rubbing your eyes as they adjust to the light. You hear a slight laugh from in front of you, and you open your eyes fully.

“I feel like a mom, making bacon and eggs for my kids.” Cameron says, a nervous laugh falling from his lips, He moves the pan back and forth on the burner. You laugh slightly, taking in the smell of bacon. It had been a while since you had one of these breakfasts. You, Cameron and Skylar liked to have a nice breakfast before you went on a job.

You grab the cheap paper plates off of the counter, and impatiently wait for the bacon to be done. You needed something greasy after the terrible hangover you were enduring.

You could see that Cameron was sneaking glances up at you, but you decided to ignore it. You rub your head again, attempting to remember the events of last night. All you can remember is clouded vision, feeling light, and dancing provocatively against your friends.

Before you ask Cameron what happened last night, you hear Skylar walk into the room, exhibiting the same actions as you. You laugh, “Last night was crazy huh?” You say, smirking at Skylar.

“I’ll say.” She says, returning the smile. You turn to Cameron, noting his gritted teeth. “Did you end up driving us home?” You ask him, attempting to meet his eyes, but to no avail.

“Yeah.” Cameron says, finally turning to you, “After you declared your love for that FBI agent to the entire bar, I decided to take you and Sky home.” He says, shaking his head.

“Woah.” You say, laughing slightly. “I was obviously coming down from Cloud Nine. You know how emotional that stuff makes you.” You say, making slight excuses for yourself. You put your hand on Cameron’s shoulder in an attempt to make him feel better.

“Eh, you’re right.” Cameron says, a smirk ghosting his face. You laugh, “Loving a cop? A fed no less? Come on.” You add, and that brings a full on smile to his face.

“Let’s eat.” Cameron says, “We have a lot of prep to do.”

~

Skylar was skilled with computers, but attempting to access files from the FBI and local law enforcement was still difficult. She was attempting to figure out how many agents would be at the plaza that night. She was trying to access phone and email records to see if they had called in SWAT teams.

“Let’s just assume that the whole nine yards is there. What do we do?” You ask, addressing both Cameron and Skylar.

“We need to make a threat.” Cameron says, “I say that we tell them that the plaza is already soaked head to toe in gasoline, and then we threaten them by lighting a match.” Cameron says, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Knowing that not even the FBI can help everyone feel safe will freak everyone out.” He says.

You nod in agreement, “But what if they think that we are bluffing, and they shoot us?” You ask, biting your thumbnail. Cameron throws his hands up, “We are just doing to have to take that chance.”

This back and forth goes on for a while. Cameron insists that Hunter needs this done a certain way, otherwise he could kick him out of the organization. It seemed as though Cameron thought he was in charge, when you knew it was your ass on the line. You had been in the organization far longer, and just because you, Cameron, and Skylar were in the same rank, didn’t mean quite a lot. You (in your opinion) were far more skilled at most everything.

Skylar stays neutral for most of the conversation, until you ask her, “What do you think?” She seems shocked by your words, not many people seemed to include her in conversations. She was more like a jack of all trades, master of none. You however, managed in stealth and secrecy. Cameron managed in planning, and financial gain. Skylar knew how to do almost everything, and you respected her for that.

“I agree with Cameron. We have to have a threat otherwise they won’t take us seriously.” She says, giving you a sympathetic look. Another thing you respected about Skylar was that she wasn’t really meant for this job either. She just took what she was given. She didn’t have to be in this line of work. She could have used her skills in many other places.

You nod, you always trusted Sky more than Cameron to a fault. “Alright, that’s what we’ll do.” You glance at the clock, the time being about 4. You groan, time passing was one of the worst things about this job. Having a smartphone was a big no. The police and FBI tracking that was way too easy. You had to watch TV and occasionally read books for entertainment. You had sometimes opted for different ways to sharpen your skills. Learning simple gymnastics and tumbling was one. Your small frame made it easy to slip through gaps. This aided in your speciality of stealth.

You flop back onto the couch, “Sky, any luck with getting into the database?” You ask, looking over at her, and she shakes her head, “I have to be extremely careful, because if they know i’m in they will trace it back to me.” She says, her voice trailing off as she types faster.

You nod, getting up to get another water bottle. Your nerves were still racing at the thought of seeing Spencer, but you were trying to suppress them. You kept trying to remember that you were dedicated to this organization. That relationships were not supposed to stand in the way of that. Yet your mind keeps drifting back to the way he held you. Could it have been love? The way his hands grazed you hips in the shower, the way his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. Was it love?

You coughed at the realization, forgetting that you had to actually drink the water amidst your thoughts. Cameron comes up behind you, patting and rubbing your back to help you regain breath. You furrow your eyebrows, he had never been this physical with you. It might’ve been odd, but you chalked it up to just a weird situation.

You needed to get ready for tonight, so you attempt to find something to wear. All black, but make it chic, you thought. One of the few things you enjoyed about the job was the clothes. Oddly enough, you enjoyed the ‘Criminal Aesthetic’.

You picked a typical all black ensemble. The gun holsters that you had sewn onto the pants were not to be used today. It was about burning down the plaza. While killing officers might bring fear to the public, they would cover it up. Burning down a public building that everyone felt safe in? That was a good plan.

You pulled on the tight long-sleeved black shirt, and the black cargo pants. You applied red lipstick with dark eye makeup. Were you doing this so that Spencer would see you and his eyes would go immediately to you? You weren’t sure.

You let your hair down as you walk back into the living room of the small apartment. Skylar sees you, giving a ‘Damnnn’ and you laugh. While you had told the feds 9, you knew that really meant 8:30. So at 8, you pile into the nondescript car, and you are on your way.

You park the car a good walk away from the plaza, and walk up to the center of it. As soon as you can hear cars in the distance, you expect Cameron to pull out matches. Instead, he pulls out a gun, “I’m sorry to have to do this Y/n.” He says, cocking the gun and pointing it towards you.

You freeze. Long enough for Cameron to put you in front of him, a gun pointed to your head. You see the black SUVs pull up, and fear rakes through your body. This is not how you thought you would be seeing Spencer again.

Spencer walks out of the car, putting his hands up. You attempt to warn him, but to no avail. Spencer, the hero he is, wants to save you. You hear the anger in Cameron’s voice, and you slip away once again, warning Spencer.

“It’s okay Princess.” Spencer says, and it’s hard for you not to smile at the nickname. Spencer begins to challenge Cameron, speaking about all the times you shared together.

Cameron spits out the words, “She wants me.” And you automatically attempt to yell no against his hand. Spencer looks at you, and you can tell automatically what he’s trying to tell you with his eyes. It’s interesting how you could do that with someone you hadn’t known for more than 2 weeks.

They say that Whenever your life is in danger, it seems like your true feelings about everything surface. In that moment, you knew your true feelings about Spencer. You knew that you loved him, and that maybe he loved you back.

Everything blurs together as you hear gunfire, and everything goes white for a moment.

~

Spencer is trying to look for you, his eyesight is still blurred. Finally, he sees you, your leg is hurt, and the man who was holding you at gunpoint is trying to pull you away.

Spencer doesn’t hesitate, he runs as fast as he can, trying to catch up to you. He finally does, tackling you to the ground. The man that was pulling you looks back, and seemingly decides that you’re not worth it. He runs off.

Spencer takes a breath, looking over your body for an injury. He sees that it’s your leg that’s injured, a bullet had hit your thigh. With Spencer’s limited medical training, he concludes that you will be fine. You will still need to go to the hospital, and you’ll need to have an agent or officer go with you. Spencer decides without anyone approving, that it will be him.

He does what he has to, and pulls your arms behind your back to handcuff them. He takes a look at your face, there is no smirk on your face this time. Just regret and sadness.

“I’m sorry.” Spencer says quietly, and you nod, understanding. He helps you get up, “How much pressure can you put on it?” He asks, and you groan at the feeling of trying to walk. Spencer, without hesitation, puts you on him and walks you to the ambulance that had arrived.

The medics take over from there, they ask if Spencer is hurt, and he shakes his head. He is zoned out, only focused on you when Morgan comes up behind him. “Are you okay?” He asks, looking at Spencer.

“Yeah, are you guys not chasing that guy?” Spencer asks, a harsh tone in his voice. From behind him, he hears a groan, “He had a getaway car. You’ll never find him.” You say, and Spencer turns to you.

“Where would he go?” He asks you, searching your face. You have a small smile on your face. “I can tell you the address of the apartment we were at, but I highly doubt they’ll go back there.” You say, and the medics lift you in the ambulance.

Spencer turns to Morgan, “I’m riding with her.” He says, matter-of-factly. Before Morgan can tell him no, he’s already climbing in.

On the way to the hospital, Spencer wanted to hold your hand. Instead, he settled on putting his hand on top of yours.

~

Spencer stands outside of your hospital room. The officer assigned outside of your room was looking at him a bit weird, but he didn’t care. He needed to be in there. To everyone else, he was conducting an interview, but there were other things he needed to get off his chest.

He finally works up the courage to go in there, telling the officer that he has this. The officer walks away, presumably to take a break.

Spencer walks into the room, and you turn your head, smiling at him. “Hey princess.” You say, but Spencer sees through your behavior.

He sees the fear in your demeanor, the regret in your eyes. The way your face falls after sentences.

He can’t help it, he turns your face, and captures your lips in a soft, short kiss. When he pulls away, you nod, “I’m sorry.” You say, tears threatening to fall down your face.

The memories of betrayal and hurt go out the window whenever Spencer sees you cry. He wraps you in a hug. “It’s okay.” He mutters over and over again. Whenever he pulls away, he gives you a sweet smile.

“I have to ask you some questions princess.” He says, pulling out a notepad. He didn’t need the notepad, he just needed something to occupy his hands so that he didn’t put them on you.

He asks you many questions, and he has to assume you’re telling the truth. You were betrayed by the organization, and seemingly your best friends.

After asking all the questions he needs to, he squeezes your hand, and gives you a bittersweet goodbye. Spencer walks out of the hospital room, and he presses his back against the door.

Your trial would be very soon, and he was terrified for the results.

~

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Where Have You Been? - Chapter 4

Words: 2309

Pairing: Jack Thompson x Reader

A/N: Only 1 Part more after this! Thank you guys so much for keeping with this fic. I’m so glad so many of you are enjoying it.

Also I looked into wealthy neighbourhoods in New York in the 40s and I from what I can see on a 1940s New York city market analysis there was some pretty nice/wealthy neighbourhoods in Riverdale, Bronx. So maybe it happens there? But tbh I made it up.

PART 1 - CH1   CH2   CH3    CH4   CH5

PART 2 - CH6   CH7   CH8    CH9   CH10

PART 3 - CH11  CH12   CH13

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A week had passed since your first dinner date with Jack and you’d practically shared dinner with each other every night since, but not in a date setting. Everyone in the office had been pulling overtime to get the case moving faster and the both of you had been working closely together and most nights ended up eating dinner in Jack's office.

The two of you had grown close and the date you’d shared had practically been forgotten about, but the friendship you’d built was strong and true. You knew it was stupid to have fallen for the man in this short space of time but you felt this weird connection with him, as if you’d known him most of your life. You suspected he felt a similar way to you, after all why would he have asked you to dinner if he didn’t? 

But for now you were content with this friendship, you hadn’t had something like this in a very long time. Sure you had Peggy and a couple of people back home but nothing compared to this. 

The car pulled up outside Mr Martin’s house, you’d finally been able to get a warrant to search the property. Jack practically fell out of the car and rushed up towards the front door, you hurried alongside him with the warrant in hand, all of the other Agent’s you’d brought along to help search the property followed the pair of you.

“Mr Martin open up. We have a warrant.” he banged on the door and shouted.

You all heard the lock turning on the door and Jack was ready to push his way in when an older woman revealed herself on the other side. “How may I help?”

“We’re agents from the SSR. We have a warrant to search the property.”

“Could you come back in a couple of hours? I was just about to polish the floor.” Jack jammed his foot in the doorway to stop her from closing it.

You tried to reason with her, “Unfortunately we can’t leave but we shouldn’t take too long.” she looked down before stepping away from the door and Jack pushed his way in, all of the Agents filing in behind him and splitting off as he shouted orders around. 

“Is Mr Martin present?” you asked the woman and she kept quiet, her eyes staring at the floor. “Well give this to him when you see him.” you handed her a copy of the warrant.

You walked up to Jack’s side as he watched the Agents spread out “Chief?”

“Yeah” he turned to you, hands on his hips.

“I think Mr Martin might be in the house.” you subtly pointed at the woman who was unmoved by the door. “She wouldn’t deny that he is here or say if he’s out, she just kept quiet.”

“Alright ok we’ll keep an eye out. Wanna stick with me or go with Agent Sanchez?”

“As much as I love the guy I’d rather stick with you.” he nodded and the two of you started to explore the downstairs portion of the house.

You were searching the draws of a desk while Jack scoured the bookshelf, pulling books here and there, you came across a large notebook and pulled it out, flipping open the cover to find receipts for parts and meeting places. “Jack I’ve got something, look.” you flipped the notebook around for him to study while you continued to route through the draws, you soon realised the draw had a false bottom.

Reaching for a letter opener you pushed it down the edges of the panel and forced it up. Slipping your fingers under it you pulled it off to reveal a stash of money. “Woah.”

“What is it?” Jack practically lunged over the table to see. “Woah indeed.” you put your hand in and took out some of the stacks of cash. “There’s got to be at least two thousand dollars there.” he commented.

“I think maybe more than that.” you continued to rifle through the draw. “We can’t prove this is the stolen money though.”

Jack nodded “you’re right. He’s a pretty wealthy guy without the theft.” he contemplated for a second. “Put the panel back and leave it. Are we all done here?”

You slid the panel back on and gave it a bash to stay in place “Yeah all done.” you picked up the notebook and followed Jack into the garden.

The garden was large, the neighbourhood very posh, inhabitants clearly wealthy. The two of you split apart, Jack heading for a garage at the back and you stopped at a pond and looked into it, your reflection staring back. 

A rustle is what made you move your gaze from the water. Scoping the area you soon saw a man that matched Jonah Martin’s description hiding behind a statue. “Mr Martin we just want to talk.” you started to slowly walk towards the man and that’s when he started running. You called for Jack before you chased after the man.

Mr Martin had led you into the street where he continued to run, the only sounds you could hear were your shoes hitting the ground and your breath. You soon caught up with the man as he started to cross a bridge, grabbing the man's bicep he stopped in his tracks. You pointed your gun at him “Running makes you look guilty.”

“Maybe I am.” the man untwisted his arm from your grip and hit the gun out of your hand before smacking you across the face harshly, making you fall to the floor. The notebook you’d taken fell onto the ground. His face radiated pure anger as he pulled you up to your feet.

You struggled and hit the man back, attempting to get out of his grip. However, he threw a punch to your gut and backed you into the railings of the bridge forcing your upper torso over them, the water of the river vicious beneath you. “You little bitch, going through my stuff. Who gave you the authority.”

You held onto the railing to keep your balance and tried to stay as calm as you could “I work for the SSR, don’t make this worse.”

“Mr Martin let her go.” Jack’s voice was stern and close, his gun trained on the man.

Jonah looked between you and Jack, weighing up his options before throwing you to the ground and picking up the notebook and sprinting in the other direction. Jack hurried to your side and took a knee beside you “Are you alright?” he looked over you for any serious injuries.

“Don’t worry about me just go get him.” Jack nodded before putting your gun down on the floor next to you. Pushing himself up off the ground he disappeared after the man.

Clambering to your feet you grabbed your gun and followed after the men.

The chase had been unsuccessful, you’d soon lost the man and brought in lots of attention from the neighbourhood. As you walked back to Mr Martin’s home, privileged, wealthy people were all staring out of their windows at you. Some daring to come out of their houses and stare in the doorways.

It was natural for people to be curious but everyone seemed to be looking at the two of you with disapproval, as if you were in the wrong for chasing down the man. 

You took one last sweep of the property before returning to the SSR with all the other Agents. Everyone came together to share what they’d found and it was slowly organised into piles to be further investigated.

After Jack gave instructions you all split up and got to work. Picking up the box of devices found on the property you quickly delivered them to the lab to be analysed.

The sound of heels brought you out of your thoughts, they definitely weren’t yours. Looking up you caught a woman turning a corner and you rushed to follow them. “Peggy?”

The woman turned with a smile on her face “Y/N?” you opened your arms and gave the woman a crushing hug.

“You finally made it”

“We did. I was just looking for you actually. How’ve things been since we last spoke?”

The two of you navigated the halls of the SSR at a leisurely pace “Everything’s been good, had my first proper chase with someone today.”

Peggy smiled. “How are things with Jack? He was curious about your whereabouts before joining the SSR, did he ever ask you upfront?” 

“Yeah actually, before you called I’d told Jack about my past and since then he’s been very trusting. I didn’t want to bring it up when you called. We actually went to dinner that night.” Peggy stopped and put her hand out on your shoulder “Dinner with Chief Thompson? Have you hit your head or something?”

You laughed “Yeah we went to dinner once. He’s a good guy, he acts tough but I can see right through him. Anyway, how have you been?” you resumed walking

Peggy could see how much you admired the man in just the way you spoke about him. “I’ve been good. We closed the case and I’m ready for something easier and a vacation.”

“Didn’t you use all of your vacation days on the Isodyne case and waiting to transfer to the LA branch?” you joked as you headed into Jack’s office.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Thompson.” 

“Y/L/N good to see you.” Daniel stood up from his seat in front of Jack’s desk and gave you a hug.

“It’s good to see you too. Enjoying being back in New York?”

“It’s colder than I remember.” you laughed at his comment as he sat back down. Peggy closed the door and you both took a seat around the desk. 

Jack talked through the case and brought Peggy and Daniel up to speed. Going through all of the different elements and presenting all of the leads you had. By the time the briefing finished it was dark out, definitely time to go home.

“Since it’s our first night back here, how about we have dinner together. Have a proper catch up.” Daniel suggested. 

Jack sat back in his chair and pointed at Daniel “That my friend sounds like a brilliant idea.”

“Y/N you coming?” Sousa asked as Peggy grabbed their coats.

“Yeah why not.” standing you quickly left the office to grab your belongings from your desk. What you didn’t see was Jack’s smile when you agreed to go. 

As Jack slipped on his hat Peggy noticed the smile and leant in close to Daniel’s ear and whispered “He’s sweet on her for sure.” 

Daniel quickly glanced at the man and smiled. “He sure is.”

“And she likes him too.”

“Where’d you want to eat?” Jack interrupted moving to leave his office.

“How about L and L, decent food for a decent price and a nice atmosphere. Nothing fancy.” Peggy suggested as her and Daniel left the office. Jack closed the door behind them and locked it, slipping the key into his pocket.

“Whatever you want, as long as it’s close, I’m starving.” 

You and Peggy led the way, when you came to the diner, Daniel and Jack pushed in front of you to open the doors. Walking inside they picked a booth and both sat opposite one another. Peggy opted to sit on the side Jack was on and you slid in next to Daniel.

The table fell into laughs and natural chatter, just like any usual group of friends meeting up for the first time in a while. Food was delivered and the conversation kept flowing, Jack and Daniel reminiscing about working together and Peggy and yourself talked about life.

“I don’t think I could handle LA, I might come visit you guys but I think New York is where I belong.”

“Never say never Y/N”

You laughed and carried on the conversation but what you didn’t notice was Jack's head turning at the sound of your laugh, he looked at you and smiled at the sound. 

Daniel caught the man in the moment before awkwardly looking down at his plate and clearing his throat “So Y/N what was your first impression of Thompson?” 

You smiled at Jack before looking at Daniel “I thought he was ok. I didn’t appreciate being brushed to the side, but he did stop another Agent from shooting me as soon as I walked through the door.”

“Wait really? Unbelievable.” 

“Yeah he was reaching for his gun and everything.” Jack added. 

The whole table erupted in laughter and he gazed towards you, catching each other’s eyes, you smiled brighter and noticed his eyes sparkle. The moment was short lived as you tore your gaze away back to Peggy.

The four of you carried on with your meal as the diner got busier. “Is it hard to work with someone you’re dating?” you asked Peggy quietly. 

“Not really, it’s just like working with a close friend. Of course, there’s a little bit more on the line but I don’t find it any different to when I was working with you for example.” You nodded at her response, she studied you and could see longing in your eyes “You’ll find love again”

You looked over at Jack who was in a deep conversation with Daniel, his elbow propped on the table and his head in his hand as he nodded at what Daniel was saying.

“I think I already have. I’m just scared it was too fast.”

Peggy felt her heart fill with joy as she saw how you admired Jack. “You’ve had it tough but so did I and look what I found. Who cares if it’s been years or a week. If you know, you know. Trust me” 

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Smoke and Mirrors 

Chapter 1: Andromeda I - Wild Thing

Pairing: Andromeda Black and Ted Tonks

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Mild swearing, Quidditch bashing

Andromeda sat comfortably against the big tree reading her copy of Advanced Charms. It was a warm spring day and what felt like the entire school and its faculty were off watching Slytherin and Hufflepuff, in the big match that would decide the 1966/67 Quidditch Cup. Slytherin were looking to regain their crown which Gryffindor pipped them to the previous year. Andromeda didn't care about quidditch though. She was just glad that it meant a nice peaceful afternoon alone studying in the sun.

"OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WHY WON'T YOU WORK?! IT'S THE NORTH LONDON DERBY!"

Andromeda jumped at the sound of the stranger's voice. She thought she'd been alone in this secluded section of the castle grounds near the Great Lake, but alas, she evidently wasn't. It had been a male voice, quite deep, but certainly not as opulent or proper as the pureblood boys that frequented the Slytherin dungeon.

As she glanced over she saw a rather frustrated looking blonde-haired boy, who was wearing a red long-sleeve shirt with a cannon on the front - she assumed (very wrongly) that it must be a Chudley Cannons top. He had broad shoulders and a fairly stocky body, but he looked like he kept in quite good shape. The perfect build for a beater - not that Andromeda cared in the slightest about quidditch or the horrible boys who played it… well, not anymore, anyway.

The stranger in the red top was now desperately tapping his wand against what looked like a muggle-radio. She could've sworn she recognized the boy from around the castle, but she couldn't put a name to him – perhaps he was a year or two older.

What she noticed most as she got closer towards him was his funny haircut. It looked a little bit like a mop and was definitely not a style you saw often in pureblood circles – he was almost certainly a muggle-born, or a half-blood at the very least. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

"REPARO! REPARO! REPAR-

Suddenly the radio sparked into life and the mop-haired boy's face lit up in elation.

Andromeda had stood up now and was walking over to the boy, with the intention of giving him a stern telling off for making such a racket. Whilst she didn't have the same temper that her older sister was infamous for – she was still a Black, which meant a certain level of respect and fear from strangers before even opening your mouth. An older boy or not, if he thought he was going to impede her studying with his noisy radio, then he had another thing coming.

"A wonderful game so far today. There has been drama at both ends of the pitch. And now it is Lucius Malfoy with the quaffle and-

"NO NO STUPID THING FOR FU-

The boy stopped mid-sentence and clumsily dropped the radio to the ground. She thought he'd looked angry before, but seeing Andromeda walking over had taken him over the edge. She wasn't in the mood for any attitude, especially after just hearing that lying scumbag's name on the radio. No bother, she'd soon put him in his place.

But yet, as it would happen… this mop-haired idiot had other ideas… as before she even had a chance to open her mouth he raised his wand to her, which took her off guard… out of instinct alone Andromeda took out her wand too but-

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

He'd disarmed her before she'd even had the chance to reason with him. She saw her wand soar through the sky and into his spare hand.

"Gotcha!"

The blonde-boy now carefully pointed both wands at Andromeda, whilst doing so he gazed at her sternly, almost as if he was sizing her up. His eyes darted around the trees to make sure there was nobody else with her. She'd never been so much as challenged to a duel by a boy before, let alone disarmed – it just wasn't the done thing, especially to a Black.

"What in the name of Merlin do you think you are doing?! If my Father heard about this! What kind of good-for-nothing-

"Say it! Go on! Good-for-nothing-Mudblood! There! That's the word you were looking for, isn't it?! You think I didn't hear you in the corridor last week?!" he spat at her.

Andromeda shuddered at hearing the word said out-loud with such fury. She was no stranger to it of course. It was a favourite of her Fathers. Bellatrix too had recently taken to throwing it around the castle at the muggle-borns, no doubt to impress the nasty older boys she liked to tag along with.

"Not so cocky now that you're disarmed, are you? None of your boyfriends hiding behind those trees are they?"

The stranger's eyes shot past her once again to double-check that there was nobody waiting to ambush him. Andromeda wished there was.

"Boyfriends? What boyfriends? You do not know anything about me I-

"Oh I know enough about you, Black! The whole school knows about what you get up to. Prefect's bathroom is it? Or maybe you're all at it in your dormitories! It wouldn't surprise me… and you pure-bloods are all related to each other somehow too, aren't ya? Christ! I reckon some of you must be more inbred than Yeast!"

Andromeda stood in stunned silence at the boy.

She'd never in her fourteen years of living ever had a member of the opposite sex dare speak to her this way. Her father never had the time nor enthusiasm to raise his voice to any of his daughters, even Bellatrix – instead opting to vent his fury at their mother for failing to birth him a son. The boys in her year would never dream of it either, she was a Black – and if that didn't frighten them enough, they'd probably think she'd set Bellatrix on them, which to most reasonable people was almost as petrifying a prospect as a Basilisk.

Andromeda walked closer to the boy now, keeping an eye carefully on both wands which were still pointing directly at her.

As she got closer to him she noticed that he had remarkably prominent cheek bones and also that he smelt very strongly of lemon. It was a very different sort of smell to the potions that would waft off of the older boys in the Slytherin common room. This was a much more modern scent, not the sort of archaic aroma that just smelled like her Father.

"Now Black, you listen to me. I don't know what you were doin' sneakin' up on me like this on your own, certainly ain't like you or any of your lot not to attack in a pack. But I spose you-

"I was not sneaking up on you! I did not even have my wand out. I think there has been a big misunderstanding and-

"A misunderstanding?! Are you takin' the mick? You're lucky that my old man brought me up betta than to hex a girl, Bellatrix!"

"I AM NOT BELLATRIX YOU IMBECILE!"

"You what?"

The famous Black temper had put him back in his place, he looked a little worried now. He'd definitely seen a flash of Bellatrix's unrivalled rage when she'd screamed at him. She was still disarmed of course, but it was a real testament to the Black family name and her sister's fiery reputation that he'd instantly shut up.

"I AM NOT BELLATRIX BLACK! I am her sister…Andromeda. I was not 'sneakin' up on you, I did not call you a mudblood in the corridor last week and I most definitely do not have any boyfriends! If you had let me speak before you decided to attack me… then you would have known that the only reason I came over here was to ask you to keep the noise down. Some of us have studying to do!"

She'd seen the look on his face before. The guilty puppy-type look. It was one their house-elf, Rudy, often wore when he'd displeased her Mother. Yes, she knew what was coming next. A heart-felt apology, a load of grovelling and-

"Andromeda?! Ha-ha! W'a sort of a name is that?"

Andromeda gave him a death stare.

"Well…Andromeda…" he began, smirking as he repeated the name her astrology-loving mother had given her.

"I suppose there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding here, given the circumstances-

"You will be giving me my wand back right now!" she snapped, holding her hand out towards him.

"What's the magic word, Andromeda?" he replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Well I would use Accio, but since you have my wand in your hand I-

"Not the spell, you donut…"

Andromeda had certainly never been called a donut before.

"Please. The magic word is please. Dunno what silly bugger came up with that expression though, muggles are much more polite than magic-folk. Now, repeat after me Andromeda. Can I have my wand back please, Ted?"

Andromeda sighed. Grovelling and apologising was not something that came naturally to her. She had a right mind to head up to the Owlery and send a letter to her Father – this imbecile would probably be out of Hogwarts by nightfall. But she did like the way his muscular arms creased against his top, not many of the pureblood Slytherin boys were built like that – and the impertinent smile he now wore on his face really did bring out those cheek bones…

"Can I have my wand back please, Ted?"

"Course you can, love! Why didn't you ask sooner?" he teased, as he handed her back the 10-inch dragon heart-string wand. She'd never been addressed as 'love' before and didn't take too kindly to it – he wasn't getting the satisfaction of a thank-you. And too right – he did steal her wand after all…

"So that is your name then… Ted?"

"Not quite. Edward Tonks. Friend's call me, Ted."

"Oh, I see. So you think that we are friends now, do you? After you disarmed me and-

"I told you I thought you was your sister didn't I! I'm sure it ain't the first time someone's mistaken you for her, look bleedin' identical!"

It certainly wasn't the first time someone had mistaken her for Bellatrix. It wasn't the first time an older boy had mistaken her for Bellatrix either, in-fact, just a few weeks ago, she'd been sat in the common room studying with her back to the room, when Corban Yaxley had started gently running his fingers through her hair. He'd stopped very abruptly when she turned around and it became very apparent to Yaxley and the friends he was showing off to that she was not her sister, nor was she interested in partaking in the same sort of flirting that Bellatrix lived for.

"So, how come you're out here sneakin' up on me and not up at the quidditch pitch fawning over the Slytherin team like her then?"

"For the last time I was NOT sneaking up on you. I was coming over here to ask you to keep the noise down, you were making quite the racket. I could not hear myself think. And I hate quidditch and quidditch boys. I would sooner listen to a Mandrake cry than watch that nonsense."

Ted's face lit up that last part.

"Do you kno', you're the first person I've met here who thinks that? Even the other muggle-born lads I'm mates with can't get enough of it. Load of bloody rubbish."

"I have never liked it, my Father-

"I mean, yeah, decent sport on paper, init? Sort of a bit like football and field hockey combined but on brooms. Nothing wrong with that. Great concept…"

Andromeda really hadn't the slightest clue what football or field hockey was, but she enjoyed his unusually common accent as he ranted. She didn't hear accents like that very often, nor did she often hear people speak using such an unrefined idiolect. Her Mother would yell whenever Andromeda or her sisters dared to speak without using proper grammar, which had always been enough to put off Andromeda or Cissy… but Bellatrix would just laugh or shout back even louder.

"…bit brutal, even more than rugby, but watchable. I remember when me mates from my dorm dragged me down to our first game o' the season in first year. Think it was actually the same game as today actually, us versus your lot. Had a few Slytherin boys calling me mud-blood in the corridor already-

"You were getting called that in first year?! But… but that is awful!"

"Yeah… well I s'pose I hadn't really come to terms with wizard fascism just yet, but thought it would be great comeuppance if we beat them. So I went along. Anyway, first thing I noticed was that all your players was flying a whole load faster than most of our boys. Took me a while to notice cause of the weather, but then it hit me. All your lot had faster brooms! Course, was only new to the wizarding world at that point so it took me a few years to really come to terms with it, but it's simple really, init? The kids with the richer parents have the faster brooms don't they? I mean what sort of capitalist nonsense is that? Could sort of justify it at the top level I guess, there's capitalism in every sport, but at schoolboy level, are they mad? No wonder it's always Slytherin and Gryffindor what wins the Quidditch Cup. Outrageous, don't you think?"

"Well, errr I suppose… I suppose that I have never really thought about it like tha-

"And okay. Okay. Let's say you can get past the blatant capitalism of it all. I mean, it happens in football too. Man United paid £115,000 for Denis Law a few years back… o' course, don't get me wrong, absolutely cracking striker. Top rate. But over one hundred grand for a footballer? Insanity. But yeah. Say you get past the capitalism of the brooms. I'm watching my lads against the Slytherin bods and they're giving it their all. Doing us right proud. 100-80 up! We're lovin' it. Been a real close game. I'm warming to it, not as good as football o' course, but can totally see why you magic folk are so mad for it. Then all of a sudden the ref's blowing his whistle. The game's over. I'm going bonkers! We've only gone and beat 'em ain't we! Except nobody around me is celebrating. I look around. Everyone's gutted. I turned to me mate, asked him what was goin' on. Anyway, you can imagine my surprise when he tells me we've lost. Hang about, I said. How can we 'ave lost, we was 2 goals up! That's when he tells me. Says the Slytherin seeker's caught the snitch, they've won. What the bloody hell is a snitch I ask him. Tells me-

"I am aware of the function of a snitch…"

"You wha'? Oh yeah, sorry, got a bit carried away. But can you believe it? I've just watched my team for the best part of an hour. Blood, sweat, tears – the lot. We're winning the game, then all of a sudden someone catches some stupid little golden ball and they've ended the game and got themselves ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POINTS?! Who on earth came up with that? What was they smokin'?! What's the point of the rest of the game?! I mean, I know the Americans have some daft sports, but that takes the biscuit as the worst sport I've ever seen. Bloody ridiculous!"

"Yes, quite…so err… I take it you, err… you were not trying to pick up the quidditch commentary on that contraption of yours then?"

"Course I bloody wasn't! I was trying to pick up the football. The Arsenal are playing The scum."

"I take it that is some kind of muggle sport?"

"Yeah, it's a real simple game. Working man's game. Sort of like Quidditch, but without the brooms. Just one ball. And no snitch, just two timed halves of forty-five minutes."

"And you can only touch the ball with your feet, I assume?"

"Yeah! Well. Sort of. I mean, you can use your head too. And I guess your shin, any part of your leg really. And your chest, well, I mean, basically any part of your body apart from your hand. Although you can use your hands if you're taking a throw-in, or you can use it all the time if you're a keeper. Only in your box though."

"But… they call it football? Sounds kind of stupid if you ask me."

"It's not stupid! It's the best! And England only went and won the World Cup last year, didn't they? Oh it was bloody brilliant it was. Went up Wembley with my old man for the final. Even saw old Nobby Leach there too, right in with the VIPs he was!"

"My Mother and Father cannot stand that man."

"Who, Leachy? Absolute legend he is! First-

"First muggle-born Minister for Magic in history. Yes. It is all I would ever hear about at home. My Father is convinced it is all part of some kind of muggle-conspiracy to take over. He believes the muggles have planted spies among us to infiltrate from within."

"What rubbish! Our governments are too worried about the Soviets blowing everyone up to notice a few poxy wizards casting a few spells here and there. You don't believe that nonsense do you?"

"No. Of course not. But he reads The Daily Prophet and you know what they are like, spouting all these conspiracies and what not. They dare not say it in the papers of course, but my parents and a lot of their friends, sometimes I hear them when they have their dinner parties. Some of them say it would have been better if Grindelwald had defeated Dumbledore. That we would not have the filthy blood traitors in our government and the damned muggle-borns in our schools."

"And do you think that?"

"No. I mean, of course when you are younger and that is all you have known you just sort of go along with it, don't you. Just accept it as the truth. But a few of the teachers here are muggle-borns or half-bloods and some of my classmates from the other houses are muggle-borns, or half-bloods – and I do not think they are evil or horrible at all."

"My old man's always told me you ought to treat people how they treat you, don't matter who they are or what they look like. Reckon your Father and his sort ought to think about that. "

"I reckon my Father, as member of the school's board of governors, would be very interested to hear that his darling pureblood daughter was disarmed and threatened at wand-point by a damned muggle-born."

Ted looked very much taken aback by that. She almost saw the same sense of fear that had briefly silenced him earlier.

"You-

"Relax. I was just jesting. Now if you will be so kind as to give me that," she said, pointing to his radio.

Ted hesitantly picked up the radio, but when she smiled and beckoned for it once more, he relented and carefully placed it in her left hand.

"Reparo," she whispered whilst focusing intently.

The radio suddenly spluttered into life.

Wild thing… you make my heart sing

You make everything groovy… wild thing

Wild thing... I think I love you

But I wanna know for sure…

Ted carefully adjusted a few buttons on the radio with his fingers and the muggle-song (which many weeks later she discovered was by a muggle-band called The Troggs and would, many years later, insist on being played at their wedding) abruptly ended, then some more noise burst out.

A fine save from the Scot in goal, Bob Wilson. He throws it out to Rice who is just outside his own box on the left hand side. Pat Rice has Frank McLintock and George Graham in space further up the field, but he may opt to hurl it up towards Charlie George who appears to have found some space in Tottenham's half…

"You did it! You fixed it! You've got it back picking up the muggle stations again! I knew it would do it. My mates reckoned it would never work like all the other muggle-tech don't, but one of the Gryffindor prefects overheard us talking about it in the Great Hall a few weeks ago. Said he was good at fiddling with stuff, was really interested in muggle-tech too. He did a good job, had it working for about a week now, but it cut out not long after you came over. I owe you big time, you've made my day!"

"Well, err, thank you, I guess. Charms has always come naturally to me. Any sort of repairing or cleaning spell is easy really, you just have to focus.

Now, if you do not mind, I really ought to get back to my work. It was nice meeting you, Ted."

"Pleasure was all mine," he replied, holding out his hand. She smiled reluctantly and offered out her hand, which he took and firmly shook. As he shook her hand and briefly moved closer towards her she noticed the heavy-scent of his citrus aftershave once more (which many weeks later she discovered was a muggle perfume called Eau Sauvage by Christion Dior and would, many years later, insist on Ted wearing at their wedding) and then, just as she turned and began to walk away…

"I tell you what, Andromeda" he began… as she turned back around she noticed a sly smile had emerged on his face.

"How about on the Hogsmeade trip next week I take you for tea at Madam Puddifoot's? You know, just as friends. Nothing more. Just as a thanks for helping fix me radio and as a sorry for you know, disarming and threatenin' ya. What do you reckon?"

He was asking her on a date. The nerve. Her Father would be furious. Bellatrix would go berserk. And dear old Lucius, well, he would be livid. Yes, yes he would.

Andromeda rolled her eyes at Ted, before she let a rare smile escape her face.

"I reckon my Father would be very interested to hear that his darling pureblood daughter had been invited on a date by a damned muggle-born, especially one with such a funny haircut" she said sardonically, before letting out a small laugh and walking away again, leaving him fairly bewildered.

"So was that a yes?!" he called after her.

"Yes! Meet me at 10 o clock inside Tomes and Scrolls. I have a few books that I need to pick up first" she yelled back.

"And Ted?"

"Yes, darling?"

He was pushing it now.

"All of those things you said to me, when you thought I was Bellatrix. Best not to say anything like that to her, or any of her friends. And do not dare engage in a duel with any of them…I can only imagine the things they would do."

"They don't scare me!" Ted bellowed defiantly.

He was, at best, naïve. At worst, a fool, who could soon find himself with a one way ticket to the hospital-wing, or much worse…

[stanskzseungmin]

HJS ~ The Princess and the Pirate

Pirate! Jisung x Royal! Reader! X (Mentioned) Royal! Chan

Fairytale! + Fantasy! AU

Word Count: 3756

Genre: Angst

A/N: I am using the word “pirate” quite liberally for this story. Jisung isn’t your typical blundering scurvy of the high seas...more like the high...sky? Just, Jisung is not a good person.

A/N 2: This is the same AU as my KWJ ~ I am You, so if you see similarities between the two, you know why x’D

A/N 3: Yes, I just high key copy and pasted the beginning bit of my WJ one here.

A/N 4: Again, not proofread. Shocking lmao. #WeDyingLikeMEN

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there were two kingdoms. One kingdom is a warring kingdom that relied heavily on military. This kingdom prides itself on its massive well trained armies and futuristic technologically advanced aerial warships and mechanized weapons.

The second kingdom wasn’t as militaristically inclined. This kingdom prides itself on its pacifist nature and on its massively well read population and royals. They believe that words are far superior weapons.

Due to the opposing views, tensions arose between the two kingdoms. The military kingdom offered protection under their well trained and well equipped armies in exchange for full willing submission. The pacifist kingdom would politely refuse due to the peaceful times they’re living in. Neither kingdoms were in any danger.

But the military kingdom had other plans. The military kingdom wanted to expand its empire to broaden its reach and influence. The only roadblock: the peaceful kingdom. It was as if the peaceful kingdom had sheltered all the other tribes and villages under their roof by alluring them with sweet words. But words aren’t what makes the world run, it’s a showcase of power.

Everyone within the royal family is well trained in the art of combat. The king is well adept in the art of sword fights and the queen is a master of fencing and she took it upon themselves to train all the guards. In a grand room made of white marble with large windows lining the walls, the sunlight were illuminating the room. There dressed in white protective gear and a fine mesh white mask. Many trainees were in pairs as they were sparring with their sabres. The trainees were overseen by the queen. She had a straight posture with both hands folded neatly behind her back, a sabre held securely flush against her back. Her long dark locks were pulled up into a tight top bun. She wore a tight fitting knee length white dress that was slightly longer in the back long puffy sleeves and a vertical slit cuffed at the wrist as a lovely grey corset wrapped her torso. To finish off the look, she wore knee high leather heel boots. The clicking of her heels was enough to spur anxiety as she held a calculative gaze over everyone. There was a group of trainees gathered around. They surrounded what seemed to be an awe inspiring fight. A singular sabreur was single handedly taking down and disarming everyone who step forward to attack.

“Wow, is that the genius?” one of the trainees whispered.

“Oh so his highness i the genius everyone speak of?” another asked.

The genius handed their sabre to a trainee who came up and and bowed prior to leaving. 

“What are you talking about? The genius isn’t the prince,” the sabreur loosened the strap behind their head and they pulled the mask off swinging their head back and forth letting their long locks uncurl and fall delicately against their back. “The genius is the princess.”

“Y/N,” the queen’s voice was stern and commanding. “You are to appear before your father in the throne room half past noon.”

“Yes, mother,” you bowed politely as you head out to change to a proper attire.

Your servant aided you by your styling your dark locks into soft curls and held back with a hair comb. You don a lavish pink silk dress that extended to the floor with a long sleeves that extended past your hands and a blue silk wrap around your torso giving you a rather oriental appearance. 

Folding your hands in front of you as you held up the front of your skirt, you head towards the throne room before your father. The guards has opened the large ravish dark oak doors for you as you walked towards your conversing father and elder brother.

“Big brother. Father,” you greeted bowing slightly before them. You fell before deaf ears.

“This blasted kingdom with their talks of peace!” the king, your father, ranted pacing back and forth and throwing his arms in the air. “Why can’t they just make it easy and just surrender to us! Pathetic king.”

“I have a suggestion, father,” your brother started, raising an arm in suggestion.

“Invasion?”

“No!” you interjected. “Invasion will disturb our times of peace, those who ally will them will turn on us if we settle on invasion.”

“Bold words from my daughter, it’s as if you’re one of them! We need to expand, my daughter. Our power must grow and remain unmatched. We will become the greatest kingdom of all.”

“But father, we must focus on within, there are pirates and bandits within our boundaries.”

You brother scoffed as he chuckled softly to himself.

What you believed was dangerous and speaking your mind could get you jailed or banished. Or worse-- killed. This used to be the palace of your childhood-- a place where you once called home with a loving father, mother, and brother. But now after countless victories during the tides of war, their power and influence soared as did their hubris. Your family became strangers.

You straightened up and inhaled shakily. “In order to establish a large empire, a sturdy foundation is needed. If the foundation falls, the entire empire falls.“

“My daughter, you are dearest to me. What do you suggest we do?”

“Father, I may have a better suggestion. Two birds with one stone. Sister is right when she mentioned a strong foundation. If we invade the the other kingdom we would have a follower of distrust. Since it is beloved’s sisters idea, she could marry the other kingdom’s prince with the promise of peace. Lower the guard, then strike when they least expect it!”

“Big brother!” you snapped offended by the elder’s suggestion. 

“Why, that’s a brilliant idea! Wonderful!” your father exclaimed pridefully. 

“Father! You promised that you wouldn’t marry me off! I am not an object that could be handled and passed,” you pleaded. Your voice was weak and cracking as your eyes welled up in tears from betrayal.

“Times change, my dear,” your father stated. Turning to your brother, “I will prepare the aerial ships and calvary for the upcoming attack. My son, travel to the other kingdom offering our proposal. My dearest daughter can marry their eldest, Bang Christopher Chan.”

“But father!” you tried to interject.

“Silence!” your father boomed. “You’re dismissed.”

 You dashed out of the room feeling utterly destroyed and betrayed. The clinking of your heels echo loudly throughout the marble floors of the hallways. Tears free fell from your eyes as your check constricted painfully. Pulling open the door of your room and slamming it shut behind you, you threw yourself onto your bed sobbing into your arms. You remained in bed for a couple of hours wallowing in your self pity. The sun had set and your room became enveloped in darkness.

Sniffling softly you looked to your bedside table. Resting atop of it in a delicate frame was a past picture of your family. It displayed the smiling faces of your younger parents, you of your childhood years and your elder brother of his teenage years. The family of yours… of the past-- of your childhood. They were not your family anymore. This was no longer your home. Blinking your stray tears away, you stood up, kicking away your heels, unwrapping your blue wrap and letting your hair free from its comb. You slid on a pair of comfortable flats as you rummage through your room, pulling back at the week stones to reveal a hidden compartment. Your fingers delicately grasped at the item wrapped in lining. You dragged your fingers over the fabric as your heart beat in nostalgia. You quickly unwrapped the item revealing a custom rapier that your elder brother had gifted your years before. It was your most prized possession, it was the only thing you had left of your elder brother. You secured it to your waist via a simple black belt. You climbed out your window as you looked one last time at the room of your childhood as you turned away and disappeared into the night.

The night was Han Jisung’s veil. As soon as the daylight diminishes, Jisung slithers out of the darkness and begin to wreak havoc. Jisung hated the empire with a vengeance. His parents were victims of the empires unnecessary wars and conquests. While they gained, the people suffer. Whenever they boast and lie about their victories and gloat about the people’s sacrifice as honorable, another person pays the price. The person is the people.

Ever since the death of his parents, Jisung became a pirate and swore to take down the empire. He hardly had any empathy for the inhabitants of the empire. They blindly follow the empire like the sheeple they are without doubt that the empire is the sole reason for their suffering. They only see the glory and power, not the destruction and the pain.

Jisung befriended the bandits and ruffians of the empire that shared his view. One of which is his closest friend, Hwang Hyunjin. They bonded over their shared pain feeling empathy and condolences towards the other’s situation. He too lost his family due to the war. With the combined might and experience in the arts of deceit and manipulation, they’re able to secure an aerial ship from the military when they were beaten and battered by war. Together with his close friend, Hyunjin, they both lead that ship. Hyunjin and the ship were currently situated hidden deep outside the walls with Jisung within the main walls working as the inside man, learning information, gathering resources and weakening their supplies.

Jisung was currently jumping from roof to roof taking reconnaissance of the area he was in. In the dark veils of the night and the poorly lit streaks, he spotted a figure in pink dressed in the finest silk sticking out like a sore thumb. Jisung immediately recognized you. You were the crowned princess of this accursed empire. Hatred bubbled within his chest as he drew his blade. However, a thought did cross his mind. Why were you wandering the streets at night when pirates, bandits, rapists and murderers hiding in the shadow?

Speak of the devil because a group of men stumbled out of the speakeasy. The were obnoxiously loud and bordering the point of unconsciousness. They obviously were drunk with the stumble in their step, the slurs of their words and their reddened faces.

“Ayy, fellas. Look at this beauty,” the man slurred. The other men laughed as they surrounded her. 

“Begone or you will regret it,” you threatened, your voice stern as you reached for your trusted sabre.

Jisung smirked at your bravado. 

“The kitten wants the play,” another man chuckled as they all began to grab at you.

“Stop!” you commanded trying to tear away from their grip.

Although Jisung despised you, he despised victims being taken advantage of even more. Grumbling softly to himself, Jisung leapt off the roof landing before the men with a loud thud.

“Leave the young lady alone,” Jisung threatened, his voice dripping with venom. 

“Mind your own business, kid,” one spat.

“How about you mind yours?”Jisung threatening unsheathing his blade.

Sensing Jisung’s heated aura and gazing upon on his blade, they realized he was deadly serious as they all scrambled off in fear.

“I- you didn’t have to, kind sir,” you bowed slightly. “I thank you.”

Jisung warily looks at you up and down and hesitantly accepts her gratitude. 

“Do you not have anywhere to go?” Jisung started, sheathing his blade in the holdest by his side.

You shook your head. “Not anymore,” you whispered.

Jisung contemplates taking you in, after all you are the enemy, but a brilliant thought struck him. You were the crowned princess of the empire. He could use you as leverage to take down the empire. 

“Would you like to stay with me? I know a place,” Jisung offered with a sickenly sweet smile.

You bit your lip contemplating your offer. It wouldn’t be long before you were noticed to be missing and you couldn’t risk being seen. There were a high rise of crime activity within the walls during the night. You sighed as you were left with no other option.

You nodded hesitantly. “If it wouldn’t bother you, I accept.”

Jisung smiled as he led you to his hidden spot. It was run down and broken. The old wood was splintering and wearing away with age. The building looked to be abandoned long ago. There were hardly any furniture, the ones that were there were in disrepair and dusty. There were several coarse cloths and rags lining the walls and the floors.

“What is your name? I would like to know the name for the kind man who has saved me,” you smiled politely.

“Jisung,” he stated. Jisung decided to give out his actual name to gain your trust. You were valuable to his plan to take down the empire.

“I am F/N,” you decided against revealing your true identity. Jisung scoffed internally. Of course you would give a fake name.

Time goes by and the pair become closer. Some nights where Jisung would sit at the window watching the stars, he thinks back to all the times he spent with his family and his close friend, Hyunjin. These were the nights Jisung felt the loneliness creep in. However, your presence made those nights feel a little easier. Jisung enjoyed the little talks you would have and you felt the same. You both had similar views about the victims of war. Like Jisung, you wanted to help. You both would bunker down during the day as Jisung occasionally left to gather some new clothes and supplies as well as bringing some food. You often wonder where Jisung would get the supplies and you were certain it wasn’t by legal ways, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. When night fell and you are fast asleep, Jisung tended to slip out and meet up with Hyunjin outside the walls to discuss future plans.

“What do you want to do?” Hyunjin asked. “Are you still going to use her?”

Jisung contemplated it. His heart ached at the thought of deceiving you.

“I want to let her in,“ Jisung whispered.

“What?” Hyunjin breathed out. “But she’s the enemy?”

“I can’t leave her alone. She isn’t like what we thought at all,” Jisung looked directly at his best friend’s eyes. Jisung expect Hyunjin to blow up at him and shouting profanities at him and how he’s risking it all. He didn’t expect for Hyunjin to smile at him fondly.

“Are you sure?” Hyunjin asked with sincerity.

“Really?” Jisung stuttered.

“What?”

“You’re not going to give me shit?”

“No, you deserve to be happy,” Hyunjin smiled.

Jisung couldn’t ignore the change he’s been feeling. He’s grown fond of you. His heart would beat rapidly whenever in close proximity with you. Jisung could swear his cheeks were beet red whenever you smiled and let out a whole hearted laugh. His heart skipped a beat whenever your eyes would shut whenever you laughed. Your laugh was like music to his ears. Whenever you were happy, he was as well.

 Currently, you both were sitting under the shade of a tree just outside the walls watching the sunset. The atmosphere was tense and quiet, but they found comfort just being in close proximity of each other. Both were looking off to the side, distracted by the thoughts running through your minds. You were debating on whether or not to reveal your true identity and Jisung was thinking the same. What if you wouldn’t stay? Would you hate him? 

“Jisung?” you soft voice broke through the silence and snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Y-yea?” Jisung cursed at himself mentally for stuttering.

“I have something to tell you,” you gulped. “I would like for you to listen to what I have to say fully before you say anything.”

“Of course.”

Letting out a shaky exhale, you began to reveal everything. Your real name and how you ran away from the empire. You didn't like their militaristic ideas and the monsters they’ve become because of power. They weren’t your family anymore. Your voice was weak and was cracking as you continued on, pausing every once in a while to sniffle and gasp, wiping away your tears.

Jisung pulled you into his arms and comforted you. He rubbed small circles onto your back as he pulled you into his chest. Your fingers reach up for the fabric and gripped it, letting the tears flow. Jisung could feel the wet spots forming on his shirt, but he couldn’t care less.

“I’m scared,” you whispered out. “I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to be taken back.”

“You won’t. I promise,” Jisung’s words were sincere.

You both made eye contact and it seemed fireworks exploded. Both your hearts lept in your chests as lingering gazes fell straight to the lips. Getting caught up in the moment, the two lean in. Their noses touch lightly as rubbed against each other softly. Both erupted into big smiles and small giggles. They leaned in ever so closer as a harsh gush of wind snaps them out of the moment. They quickly pull away and blush. 

“Well, well,” a voice started. You both jumped up at the voice. You squeaked as you recognized the figure before you

“B-big brother!” You hide behind Jisung.

He chuckles darkly. “Little sister, it’s been so long. Don’t you know how worried I was?”

“Leave her alone,” Jisung threatened, recognizing the lies weaved within his sweet words.

“You never cared about me,” you accused as you glared at him, willing away the tears that threatened to spill.

“But I have, I always did. Do you really think this boy going to protect you?”

“Better than you…” you spat.

“Dear sis, I would like to have you know is that this man has been lying to you all along,” your elder brother smirked.

 “W-what are you talking about?” Jisung stammered. “I haven’t lied to her.”

He smirked, ignoring Jisung. “Dearest sister. Han Jisung here is a pirate! Did you really believe he cares for you? He’s our enemy!”

“W-what?” you choked, feeling your heart shatter. “Y-Y/N,” Jisung stammered as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Is...is it true?” you whispered.

Jisung wept as he nodded pathetically. “Y-yes. Yes, I am. I’m a pirate, but I meant everything I sa-”

  You shove him back. “Don’t. You-You lied to me. You were going to use me all along were you.” Tears now ran down your cheeks in waterfalls as you backed away from him. You felt the familiar sting of betrayal as you did back then.

 “Y/N please, I'm not using you. I really care for you. Y/N, I love-” .”

You cut him off, placing your hands over your ears and screamed, “Stop. Stop it. I don't wanna hear any more of your lies!”

You ran off sobbing profusely.

“Wait!” Jisung tried to chase after you, but your older brother cut him off. He chuckles at Jisung with a dark look in his eyes. Growling at the elder, Jisung unsheathed his knife as he took a swing at him. Your brother easily dodging Jisung’s attack. As if he was playing with a baby, your brother easily sidestepped the flurry of Jisung’s attack. Jisung lunged at him with a loud roar as he sidestepped Jisung and bringing a hand down to the back of his neck. Jisung’s eyes widen as he gasped. Jisung fell unconscious to the floor upon contact.

You were found huddling behind a bush, your knees pulled to your chest. You sobbed pathetically as your body shook. You gasped and wheezed as you tried to control your tears, but they kept coming out in never ending streams. A pair of legs appeared into view. You looked up at the figure. 

“B-big brother.”

“Baby,” he smirked using the nickname he always referred to you by in your younger years. He outstretched his arms, prompting you to run into them. Your elder brother enveloped your sobbing form in a big hug.

 “Poor baby got her heart broken by the pirate, haven’t she?.” He paused. 

You sobbed, nodding pathetically in his chest.

“I’m sor-” You gasped as your eyes widen. 

He ran you through with a small blade with it piercing through her heart. “This is your punishment for defying the empire.” The fabric of began to stain a brilliant red from your blood.

He gently set you down on the soft grass and delicately closed your eyes, planting a small kiss on your forehead..

“Rest well, little sister.”

“Jisung,” a voice echoed. “Jisung!”

Jisung slowly opens his eyes and groaned. The back of his head was throbbing from where he was struck. 

His eyes widened as he quickly sat up. “Y/N!”

“Jisung? What’s the matter?” Hyunjin asked with worry etched on his face.

“I need to- I need to find Y/N!” 

 “What has happened?”

“Her brother! He found her.”

Hyunjin nodded, understanding the situation. He offered Jisung his hand. “We’ll find her.”

They went their separate ways. Jisung looked around the surrounding locale as he went in to investigate the outskirts of the woods. Jisung froze in his tracks. His eyes are wide as he gazed at the sight before him. Horror was etched on his face. Jisung dropped to his knees. His breath was taken away and his heart was hammering in his chest. Tears began welling up in his eyes.

“Y/N?” He choked out.

You was lying there with you hands neatly folded over her body in a pool of your own blood. Dried tears decorated your cheeks. You looked to be at peace. Despite the dried tears, your face was free of any pain and appeared as you were having a peaceful slumber. Jisung slowly crawled his way over to you. He reached out to touch you. His fingers were feathering over your cheeks as if he was afraid of breaking you even more. Jisung carefully brought you up to his chest and delicately wrapped his arms around you as he erupted into loud sobs. 

He screamed out, his voice tearing through the silence of the night. “I’m-I’m sorry… I’m so so so sorry. I love you, I love you so much.”

Jisung let out one last sob as he collapsed with you in his arms.

[kittycatgundam]

The demon of song

Chapter 2

Pixie explored the hotel the next day but it mostly was empty. There were a places in the hotel that was never empty. The lobby is were Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, and Angel Dust would hang out. Niffty would be everywhere and anywhere that needing cleaning.

The places in the hotel Alastor would be in is the lobby with the other or the kitchen. Pixie also love cooking and she also starting to get hungry and went into the kitchen.

Alastor didn't seem to mind Pixie in the kitchen he didn't even look at her but she bet he knew she was there. Putting on apron and putting her boa in out of the way place she went looking into the refrigerator for ingredients.

Finding some chicken she decided to make fried chicken. Pixie found everything she needed spices, flour, baking soda, oil, and a frying pan cooking in and knives to cut the chicken up.

Pixie could hear Alastor humming, he been a radio host when he was live. Makes sense that he would have a nice singing voice. Even his humming sounded so good that it got Pixie to start humming while she cooking.

Alastor stopped humming and listened to Pixies humming. He had feeling he knew who Pixie might be but now hear her beautiful voice he knew.

Alastor hear rumors of a demon who had manifested in hell a mortal soul which had just as much raw power he himself possessed. A demon who instead of using that power to dominate hell hide and made small deals here and there. Who voice could enslave or ensnare any demon who was in earshot of her singing. Only demons as powerful as Alastor himself were immune. This demon was called the siren. Alastor was starting to believe Pixie was this Siren.

After finishing her dish Pixie was curious about what Alastor was cook. He saw her curiosity.

"Do you want to learn some of my mom recipes?"

"It's ok?"

"Of course it ok. I'll teach you any time you want learn one of her recipes."

"Wow, thank you Alastor!"

"You can call me Al if you like."

"Ok Al."

He taught her one recipe after other. Helping her improve her knife skills. He would do this by putting his hands over her and showing her the proper way to hold a knife. To Pixie this seem like deja vu. Like they done this before but she never know Al before today. So why did she feel like she done this with him before.

Even the recipes he was teaching her seem familiar as well. You find these recipes in any New Orleans cookbook but family recipes can be a little different from the original recipe you find in these cookbooks. It like Pixie had made these recipes before and she always made them with someone helping her in the kitchen.

Al reminded her of someone who was very important to her. He had helped her when she need it the most. He took care of her and let her live with him. He was a radio host at a radio station she just began working at. She been getting copies when he stepped out where he did his live recordings. Pixie had bump right in to him and fell flat on her butt.

"Oops sorry my dear, I didn't see there here let help up."

"Thank you, I got to get these papers to the receptionist. You don't have help me pick them up I get them myself sir."

"I don't mind helping nice girls like you who has such a beautiful smile and voice."

"Thank you again."

Soon the owner of the radio station came out of his office and said he been looking for her so he talk to her. There were lot of rumors about what the owner did with girls in his office and soon she would be next. Pixie was very frightened that she was going the next girl the owner rape.

Someone had grabbed her and held her close. It was the radio host, looking into the owner in eyes and told him that Pixie was to be his new assistant. The owner just left it at that and just walk away. That radio host save her.

Tragedy followed Pixie like a puppy since she was born. Her parents disappeared a couple of days after she was born. Her mom's best friend adopted Pixie. She had a little girl who was a little older then her they became best friends.

Pixie started dating a guy but he was only use her so could he get close with her best friend. She found this out and she was so mad that she wanted to make them paid. She told them she was cooking dinner that night. She readed you can make people sick by use a little bit of arsenic. Pixie put some in the meal she cook but she made a big mistake she use too much and now they were dead.

That day something awakened inside of her like killing them felt right. She ran away after that. Ran all to Louisiana. Pixie did some killing on the way there. Her blue poison bottle always in her pocket. She never stay around to see if any of her victims die they did Pixie put in enough poison to kill them.

Now that she think about it the radio host name was ....

"I remember, all of it. The home we share and you going out at night doing your killing and when I found out you through was it funny."

"It was entertaining to watch you try to hide your killings from me when we are the same."

"But we did it in different ways!"

"It still make us killers Pixie and it what make us the same."

"Fine, I'm happy that we finally found each other. They call you The Radio demon why am I not surprise."

"The Siren not very original either my sassy songbird."

Al always knew how to put a smile on Pixie's face. Pixie happiest moment always had him in them. Hell now had not only The Radio Demon but also The Siren together again and ready to have one hell of a time.

[thedailyimagines]

Coraline Au: Supernatural (Part Three)

Part three of the Coraline Au Supernatural series! Search the blog for parts one and two!

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The imagines for this series is based more off the book Coraline rather than the movie, but it borrows from both. It’s a good book, and the graphic novel is pretty cool too!

I always felt so sad for the ghost children, we never knew if they saw their families again after Coraline saved them. I like to think they did.

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Sam and Dean weren’t back from their case, and neither had sent word back to y/n if they would be home soon or not. So y/n took a trip to the store and bought himself some apples for lunch.

There was still no word from his brothers.

Later that night, y/n was woken up by a paw batting his face. He sat up in his bed to discover the black cat sitting on the covers.

“How did you get in here?” The cat blinked at him. Y/n reached out and rubbed its head. “I don’t suppose you know where my brothers are, do you?” The cat jumped off the bed and ran down the hall, y/n following behind him.

The cat stopped in front of a full length mirror Sam had added to the bunker. Y/n looked inside to see not his reflection, but-

“Sam! Dean!” Inside were his brothers, covered in snow. Sam leaned towards the mirror and breathed on the glass, fogging it up. In the fog he wrote two words:

‘Help Us’

The mirror image faded, leaving only the reflection of a boy, barely out of his childhood, looking terribly alone and scared.

“I suppose we have to go get them.” The cat blinked again at him. Y/n returned to his room and got dressed. Walking into the armory with his backpack, he grabbed a knife and a stone with a hole in it. Rowena has given it to his older brothers, saying it was good for bad things or something like that. Y/n didn’t know if it was true, but it couldn’t hurt to have it with him.

He then went to the kitchen, opening up the junk drawer as fishing out a flashlight. He was ready to go back. The cat was gone for now, but y/n had a feeling he would see it soon.

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He once again didn’t find anyone until he was almost to the door leading out, where he found the Other Sam tap, tap, tapping away at a computer.

“Where’s Other Dean?” Other Sam didn’t even turn to look at him. He just kept typing away.

“He’s out setting traps.” Was it just y/n, or did his other brother seem...waxy?

“For the rats?” The older shook his head.

“No, the rats are our friends. He’s setting traps for the large black pest that came in today.” Large black-wait, was he talking about the...?

“Was it a cat?”

“That’s the one.” He waited for the button eyed man to speak again. Upon receiving no answer, y/n decided to go outside.

“I’m going exploring.” Other Sam shook his head again. He did look rather waxy and pale in this light.

“Nothing out there to explore. I suppose you could go see the cottage theater again, but otherwise there’s nothing.” Y/n was already walking out towards the door.

“I’ll be exploring nothing then.” And with that, he left the bunker.

Outside seemed less real than when he had last gone out. The trees and plants all looked more like drawings, and everything was much more faded. Y/n walked deeper into the woods, determined to find something. What it was he didn’t know, but he would find it.

“What are you doing this far out?” Startled for a moment, y/n looked down to discover the cat walking beside him.

“I’m looking for something to help me find my brothers.” The cat shook its head. The world around them had faded to vague misty shapes.

“You won’t find it here. He hasn’t bothered building out this far.” Y/n adjusted his backpack.

“Why?”

“A web only need be big enough for the spider to catch the prey.” The two walked in silence for a while until y/n noticed a dark spot ahead of them.

“You were wrong. There is something here.” The two kept walking towards the dark splotch, only to discover it was the house. “But...we walked away from it. How are we back?”

“Walk around the world.”

“Small world.” The cat froze, then ran off in the direction of the underbrush. Y/n wished he had stayed, it was fairly lonely without the cat.

He rentered the bunker, but it was empty. Walking back to the office (which was now full of strange furniture) y/n walked back to the door. It was locked. How had it been locked? The key was...where had he put the key?

“You know, they always say you should keep a close eye on the important things.” Y/n whirled around, coming face to face with Other Dean. But it barely resembled his oldest brother. The skin was too pale, the teeth too sharp, and its fingers kept twitching and playing around with-

-with the key to the door. Placing the key on the table, Other Dean picked up a paper bag. He held it out towards y/n.

“Want a snack? Cocoa beetles, they’re delicious.” Y/n shook his head. Other Dean popped a few into his mouth, crunching down on them. “They say even the strongest spirit can be broken with love.” Y/n shook his head.

“I don’t love you. I just want my real brothers back.” The other brother frowned, a beetle leg hanging out from the corner of his mouth.

“That isn’t any walk to talk to your brother.”

“You aren’t my brother.” Other Dean sat up stiffly, glaring at y/n with the black button eyes.

“Apologize, now.” Y/n crossed his arms and refused to speak.

“One. Two.” Y/n didn’t blink, didn’t move.

“Three!” Grabbing y/n by the hair, the other brother dragged him to the hall, towards the mirror.

“Ow! Let go of me! Get off!” Taking a small silver key out of his pocket, Other Dean stuck it in the mirror and opened it. He tossed y/n inside like he didn’t weigh a thing.

“You can come out when you’ve learned how to act like a proper brother.” And with that, he shut y/n up in the room behind the mirror. Y/n pushed against the wall, but it didn’t budge.

A faint glow caught his attention, and he turned around to catch sight of a blanket with a light underneath on the bed. There was the sound of sighs and quiet sobs emitting from it. Y/n carefully pulled the blanket away to reveal three children. They were transparent, and their clothes were odd, but they made no move towards y/n. It was the little boy in sailor clothes who spoke first.

“Hush, shush! He might be listening!” The girl with wings spoke next.

“Art thou...living?” She reached out a hand and brushed it against y/n’s cheek.

“Yes. Who are you?” The pioneer girl held her face in her hands.

“We’ve lost our names, he took them with the rest of our lives.” The boy spoke up again.

“He spied on our lives with the little doll eyes and saw that we weren’t happy. So he offered us games and toys. And when he offered, we let him sew the buttons in our eyes. He said it was because he loved us.” The winged girl chimed in.

“But it was a lie. He left us here in the dark, to fade until only a shadow was left.” The pioneer girl spoke once more.

“You must flee! Flee while there is life in your heart!”

“I can’t. Not without my real brothers.” Then y/n had an idea. “Why don’t you come out when he opens the door?”

“We cannot. In the light, we would die completely. It is the cost of losing a soul.”

“Did he hide them?”

“Aye. Without them, we could not move on when we died. He kept us here and fed on us.” It was the sailor boy who spoke next.

“Perhaps if you could win your brothers from him, you could find our secret hearts.”

“Maybe. But that won’t happen until he lets me out.” Y/n laid down on the bed. Soon he fell asleep, a voice whispering in his ear.

“Look through the stone.”

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I don’t own the above gif, all credits go to the owner.

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Images taken by me from my copy of the Coraline graphic novel by P. Craig Russel. The art is awesome in it guys, go check it out!

[parkkjiminssi]

Someday Chapter 1.

pairing: idol!jimin x idol!reader

genre: fluff, angst (in later chapters)

word count: 4K+

summary: Y/N just moved to Seoul after being selected and offered a contract to become a trainee at an entertainment company. Her first day was going well until she decided to roam around an unknown city on her own and gets herself into some trouble. Lucky for her an unexpected man came to her rescue.

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfiction here through tumblr. I hope you all enjoy it and if there’s any comments or suggestions don’t be afraid to let me know. Chapter two is already in the works, see you then!

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your alarm alarm went off. With much discomfort, you quickly reached over and turned the device off. You sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed your cellphone, unplugging it from its charger.

2:30.

“Y/N, don’t tell me you’re still asleep?!” Your mom barged into your room. “You’re going to miss your flight!”

“No Mom, I’m already awake.” You answered as your pressed the power button on your phone. Your flight to Seoul was leaving in two hours and you were anything but ready to leave home. Fear started creeping up on you and you started second guessing whether leaving was a good idea after all. Your screen lit up, notifications showing that you had received a text message from your manager. It read:

Hello Y/N, today is the day you come over to Seoul. How are you feeling? We’re all looking forward to finally have you here and working with you. I’ll be waiting at the airport for your arrival, see you then.

‘This is really happening,’ You thought. ‘I’m really leaving home and becoming a trainee.’ It still hadn’t hit you yet. It seemed like it was just yesterday when you were laying down on bed, watching K-Pop videos when an ad came up talking about international auditions for an entertainment company. It was “The chance to become Korea’s next idol”, or so it said. It didn’t take long before you decided that you were going to give it a try, I mean, there was nothing to lose anyways. You thought that even if you didn’t get selected, at least you tried and that’s what mattered. The hardest part was telling your parents about your plans, though. Many were the times that you tried telling them but all ended up doing was biting your tongue. Finally, you mustered all your courage and had an open heart conversation with them. The surprising thing was that they were very supportive of you and even helped you practicing with your dancing and singing. You wouldn’t really be where you’re at if it weren’t for them.

3:17.

After taking a shower, changing and placing your luggage into your parents’ vehicle, you were ready to head for the airport. The closer you got to your time of departure, the harder your heart would beat. Twenty or so minutes passed and the airport came into view. Your family got down with you and helped you with your bags while you checked in.

“Flight to Seoul, Korea will be departing in thirty minutes. Passengers please start heading to the boarding area. I repeat, flight to Seoul, Korea will be departing in thirty minutes.” A voice announced through the speaker. Your heart ached, tears started forming at the corner of your eyes. You were giving your back to your loved ones, because you knew that if you turned to face them you’ll break.

“I guess this is it.” Your dad called from behind you. “That’s your flight, right Y/N?” A knot started growing in your throat and all you could do was nod your head in response. It was then that you felt two pairs of arms embracing you from behind. “Mom, Dad.” You said surprised.

“Y/N, don’t forget to eat regularly. Don’t skip meals and don’t eat junk food. Chips, candies and a coke is not a proper meal! Always listen to what your elders tell you, don’t be rude and have a positive attitude. Don’t forget to wash your teeth every night and don’t fall asleep with your hair wet!” Your mom started rambling. Your dad chuckled. “Stop, dear. Y/N is not a child anymore, I’m sure she knows all of those things. Let’s hurry before her flight leaves her behind.” You finally decided to turn around and hug your parents properly, your tears running freely through your face. Who cares if they see you crying or making a scene? You might not get to see your parents for a really long time and this is certainly not the way you want to part ways.

“Don’t forget to call or text, Y/N. I know you’re probably going to be very busy, but try giving us a signal that you’re alive.” Your dad joked. “It’s alright if you send us your double chin pictures, anything will do.”

“Dad!” You exclaimed, a chuckle escaping your quivering lips.

“We’re always here for you, Y/N. Doesn’t matter if it’s two in the morning or four in the afternoon. You’re not alone, so don’t ever feel like you’re burdening us.” Your mom added.

“Y-yes, thank you Mom.” The three of you finished your goodbyes and you started making your way towards the airplane. Tears rolling down your face and your nose was running like crazy, but hey who cares! Right when you were going to disappear through the boarding doors, you turned around once more and waved goodbye to your parents. They returned the same gesture with an encouraging smile.

“Fighting!” Your mom cheered.

The flight to Seoul was nerve wrecking, to say the least. You had never been on an airplane before, so whenever it would shake or there was a weird noise, you were already thinking to yourself that the plane was going to crash. ‘Okay, this is it. This is how I’m going to die. At least I said goodbye to my parents properly.’ Crossed your mind at least a thousand times. The hours passed by rather slowly and you struggled to find way to keep yourself occupied. From playing games on your phone to reading books and crossword puzzles. You attempted to sleep several times but your fear would always get the best of you. You debated whether or not you should just purchase a movie and watch it, but you often wondered if the company would get mad for using their money like this. Just when you were about to give in and watch the movie, a voice came on the plane’s speaker. First in Korean and then in English, letting everyone know that they were about to land and to please fasten their seatbelts. You let out a deep breath. Probably the one that you’ve been holding ever since you got on the plane. As soon as it landed, you quickly stood up and made your way for the door. You were just so eager to get off! Everything after this went by rather fast. You got off the plane, passed through security and grabbed your luggage. In the lobby your manager was already waiting for you. You greeted each other and quickly got on a vehicle that was parked outside waiting for the two of you.

“How was your flight?” He asked, his eyebrows lifted upwards, curious.

“It was okay, I think? I mean, I’ve never gotten on an airplane before so I assume it was normal. Although, I do have to admit that I was nervous all throughout the flight.” You replied. A chill went up your spine recalling those moments on top of the airplane.

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Ah, I see. Well, I gotta tell you that you better get used to it, because once you are ready and make your debut, you’re going to spend a lot of time on top of airplanes.”

You gulped. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“We arrived just in time. All the other trainees must be in their classes right now. Let’s go in to introduce you and get you settled with your schedule.” The manager said as you pulled up to the Y/C/N Entertainment building.

“What time is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“A little past past nine in the morning.”

Wow. It surely was going to take you a while to get accustomed to this time change, but nonetheless you were excited for what was to come. You quickly followed after the man into the building. Your eyes wandered everywhere, taking it all in; however, you made sure to keep up with your manager. You didn’t wanted to get lost and cause problems on your first day. After a couple of minutes, the two of you arrived into an office with woman sitting on a desk, who was going to help you register and give you your training schedule. Once all of that was done, your manager motioned for you to stand and follow him. He guided you through the halls until the two of you arrived to a room, knocked the door twice and then opened it. The two of you entered and you quickly noticed that it was a dance studio filled with other trainees and a teacher. Your manager introduced you to them and you gave them a small bow. They returned the gesture and quickly went back to their lesson, and you and your manager exited the room.

12:00.

“This is where students have their meals. It’s open from early hours in the morning to late at night.” He informed you. “Have some lunch, I’m going to see if your room is ready for you to move in.”

‘How lonely.’ You thought to yourself, but quickly shook your head dismissing the thought. There was no point in feeling down, after all you had just arrived. Right before you were about to finish eating, your manager came back with a bunch of papers. He sat down with you and explained how training was going to work. All your classes, the times and the rules. He gave you copies of the papers, in case you forgot anything of what he had just explained. Everything was there, from your schedule to your class numbers and dorm information. After that you two were walking again, but this time out of the building and into another vehicle. You were going to the dorms now. Couple of minutes passed and you were already in front of the building where you were going to be living. You could’ve sworn you had just taken off but you saw this as a good thing, because it meant that the company was nearby and you weren’t going to have to walk a lot from and to. You quickly followed after your manager and entered. Once inside, he gave you a quick tour where everything was located. Lastly, you reached your room. There was two empty beds, and when you looked at the male that was accompanying you he said to pick whichever you wanted because you didn’t have a roommate yet. He made sure that everything was okay and that all your questions had been answered before turning on his heels and taking off.

You sighed. ‘How lonely.’

You spent the rest of the day unpacking and trying to decorate your room to something similar to what your old one looked like back home. You were so focused on getting things done and settled that you didn’t notice how late it had gotten. Just as you were finishing off, you grabbed your phone and pressed the power button. The screen then came to life and showed the current time.

21:56.

Your stomach then grumbled, notifying you that it was time to eat. You thought about giving your mom a call to let her know you had landed safely but quickly decided you were going to do it after eating something, thinking that maybe it was still too early for them. You went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge, trying to find something easy to make but quickly felt embarrassed. Was it really okay? I mean, you didn’t know whether these were groceries purchased by them or purchased by the company. That was something you had forgotten to ask. You quickly decided against it and that maybe you should eat out for today. Tomorrow after practice you could pass by the supermarket and buy groceries, but in the meanwhile this will have to do. You ran upstairs to grab a light jacket, your phone and your keys, with thoughts flooding in your head about how maybe you could get in trouble and how maybe this wasn’t a good idea. You didn’t know the city after all. Then your stomach grumbled again.

‘I’ll just pay close attention to my surroundings and go back the same way I came from.’

You walked for maybe ten minutes before finally finding a restaurant. Between waiting for a menu, to ordering, receiving your food and eating, it had lapsed a great deal of time. Once you were done with your meal, you took out your phone from your pocket and checked the time.

22:43.

You quickly called the waitress and asked for your bill. You had never been so grateful to have studied a bit of Korean back at home. You could understand it but you weren’t really good at speaking it. Back at the agency your manager was doing all the translations, but here you were on your own. After paying for your meal, you quickly exited the restaurant and headed back to the dorms.

Or so you thought.

Somewhere along the way, you gave a wrong turn and completely lost your way. You wandered for what seemed hours but no luck. Nothing seemed familiar.

‘Why couldn’t I have just eaten at the dorms or at least gotten down the address to put it on the gps?’

23:32.

By now you were panicking. Worried that you would never get back to the dorms. You wanted to ask for help and directions, but two things stopped you: Shame and language barriers. So you kept walking. All of the sudden you felt someone grabbing your wrist with great force and pulling you into an alley.

“Going somewhere? Why are you walking alone at this hour?” The person holding your wrist asked. It was a man and he reeked of alcohol.

“S-stop, please!” You managed to make out. Your accent eminent, and of course the stuttering because you were trying to talk quickly. Ask for help, but it was taking you a while to find the right words in that situation. Fear filled your insides, what was going to happen to you?

“You’re not from here, huh? Stop fighting me, let’s have some fun.” The man said, ignoring you and your struggles. You tried with all your might to get away from him, to release his hold on you but that only caused for him to grab your other wrist and pin you against a wall. The tears that had been forming in the corners of your eyes finally started running free, your heart beating a hundred miles per hour. You were scared to death and it didn’t matter how much you struggled, you just couldn’t set yourself free. You looked side to side, trying to see if anyone’s as around. Anyone that could help you but it was close to midnight and the streets were practically empty.

“S-stop...” You muttered between sobs. The man unable to reason due to his heavy intoxication. His face inches away from yours and quickly coming closer. He was going to kiss you, you needed to do something but what? No matter how much you struggled, he was still stronger. How you wished you would’ve listened to your mom and taken self defense classes back home. ‘Mom. Dad.’ You thought. ‘I’m sorry for being so careless.’

“STO—“

“Let her go!”

A voice interrupted you before you could finish your cry of help. Your face quickly turned to the direction where the voice had come from and realized that someone had actually come to your rescue.

“You should leave kid, we’re just having fun.”

“I don’t think so. In case you haven’t noticed she’s crying and looks scared to death. So I suggest you better let her go or I might be obliged to call the police so they can solve this situation.”

“Is that a threat?” Said the drunken man, finally letting you go and stepping over to where your savior was standing.

“Take it however you want, but what you’re doing is harassment.” The other man said, not backing down. Anger filled the intoxicated man. If this person hadn’t showed up then he could’ve gotten his way with you. His hand turned into a fist and he took a swing at the other man. You gasped. But the other person was too fast, or maybe it was just the state that the man that assaulted you was in that made his movements slow and sloppy. Your savior dodged the attack and just as fast planted his fist into his oponent’s face. Once your aggressor was on the floor, he quickly took your hand in his and pulled you running out of there.

“Are you okay?” The man asked in between breaths, finally stopping.

You nodded, gasping for air. You attempted to take deep and slow breaths to control your state. You just couldn’t believe what had just happened! While trying to calm yourself down, you looked over to him. The man was wearing a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt. Over it, a jean jacket and a cap covered his orange hair. However, that wasn’t what caught your attention, no. It was his face. Call it exaggeration, but you could’ve sworn that he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Without intending to, the two of you locked eyes and you quickly looked away embarrassed, thankful that your cheeks were flushed because of the running.

“What were you doing so late at night walking alone?” He asked, looking fine now and composed. It was as if he had never been running in the first place. He looked so... perfect?

“Um, I don’t s-speak very well K-Korean.” You said, this time the words flowed easily right through you. This sentence has been one that you basically drilled in your brain because well, you never know when it might come handy. “I can understand it but not speak it.”

“Oh.” You could tell he was taken a bit aback by this. “Well, where are you headed then?”

You tried your best to explain everything. From how you went to eat to how you forgot the way back to the dorms, to how you walked around for almost half an hour and the whole situation with the drunk man. You thought you were done for!

“So you’re a trainee at Y/C/N? That’s on the other side of the city! I’ll take you back to the dorms but first I need to call a taxi.” He said as he pulled out his phone. You tired refusing, saying that it was okay and that with directions you could get back but he insisted. While he was on the phone, you looked at your surroundings. You just couldn’t believe the mess you had gotten yourself into. If only you would’ve just stayed at the dorm. A cold breeze suddenly passed by making you shiver, as if saying ‘you did this to yourself’. If you would’ve known that you were going to be caught in all of this, then maybe you could’ve gotten a coat or something.

After he finished the call, he looked over to where you were standing. Your thoughts somewhere else. Who could blame you? What you had gone through just a couple of minutes ago must’ve been terrifying. However, there was something about you that caught his attention. It wasn’t the fact that you two were in the standing in the middle of the street late at night and that he had just rescued you. It was something else. Was it the way that your hair looked perfect even though it had been rummaged? Or could it be the way you frowned due to the fact that you were thinking hard? Maybe it was the way your eyes shined under the moonlight? 

His thoughts were soon interrupted when he noticed you shivering because of the cold. The young man didn’t think twice before taking off his jacket and placing it on your shoulders to help you keep warm. The moment your noticed you tried to protest but he quickly refused, again.

“It’s okay, I’m still hot from all the running we did. The cab will be here in a few minutes, anyways.” He said as he stood next to you, trying his best to remain composed. However, you could tell that he was lying noticing the goosebumps forming on his bare arms. His phone started ringing, so he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and looked at who was the remitter of the call.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” He said as he walked a few steps ahead and answered the call. You tried your best not to eavesdrop, but your curiosity got the best of you.

‘Who could it be? A girlfriend?’ You thought.

“Yes, Hyung. I am aware that it’s very late, it’s just, something came up. I’ll explain when I get back to the apartment, bye.”

‘Hyung. Meaning big brother.’ Why did that make you feel relieved?

After he ended the call, the taxi pulled over. He quickly opened the door for you and you jumped in, scooting over to the opposite side so he could get in the seat next to you. The ride back to the dorm was quiet. He didn’t ask anymore questions nor tried to make small talk. You didn’t try either. It’s not like you could, anyways. Dammit language barriers! Before you knew it, the both of you arrived at your destination. It was so fast! Didn’t he say it was at the other side of the city? The man quickly got down and told the taxi driver to wait for him before he walked over to open the door for you once more. You got off the vehicle and walked up to the building’s doors. ‘What a relief!’ You thought. ‘Would saying home sweet home be too much?’

You turned to face the man who had saved you and taken such good care of you even though you were complete strangers to each other. A bit of nostalgia started building inside of you. Why? You took off his jean jacket and gave it back to him.

“Thank you.” You said, bowing deeply. You wished to express your gratitude better, to say how thankful you were. How if it weren’t for him then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten back here at all. But you couldn’t, because you didn’t know how to.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe and that’s what matters. Now go inside before they notice you’re gone and get in trouble.” He said, a smile forming on his lips and somehow the cold wasn’t bothering you anymore because warmth started radiating from. You said your goodbyes the best you could and finally entered the dorms. You peeked through a nearby window and watched your hero leave.

 Sigh.

You tried your very best not to make any sound on your way to your room. How grateful were you now to not have a roommate! After what seemed ages, you finally arrived. Slowly, you placed the key into the hole and turned it, unlocking your room. You quickly entered and threw yourself in the bed. All of the sudden, the events of today started to wear on you. You were beyond tired, you were exhausted. Just when you were about to call it quits and sleep in the clothes you were wearing, a chime sounded. Your phone. You unlocked it and quickly went to the messages to see who could it be this late. It was your mom. Right, you had completely forgotten about time zones.

You debated whether telling her or not about your very eventful night but quickly decided against it. She would probably throw a fit or force you to come home and that’s certainly what you didn’t want.

You locked your phone and threw it on the empty bed next to yours. Before you knew it, you had already drifted off to sleep.

“Jimin, where were you?!” A young man asked as soon as he opened the apartment door.

“Wow, yes Namjoon I’m okay. Thanks for asking!Sorry, I know it’s crazy late, it’s just, when I was on my way back from the dance studio I ran into this guy under the influence and he was basically forcing himself into this girl. I couldn’t just leave her there.” Jimin explained to his leader, hoping he would understand and not be too hard on him. It had been a long night after all. Namjoon just rubbed his eyes, tiredness eminent on them. “Well, you did good and I’m glad you’re finally home and safe. Now go to sleep, tomorrow we have a very busy day.” He looked over at Jimin but the blonde didn’t move. “Jimin?” Namjoon tried again, this time waving a hand in front of his face.

“Oh, sorry! I’m going.” Jimin replied, turning on his heels and making his way quickly to the room he shared with Hoseok.

“Did you at least get her number?” Namjoon asked. Maybe Jimin wasn’t even thinking of that girl, but it didn’t hurt to ask to find out what was distracting him.

“No, I didn’t even ask for her name.” Jimin replied, disappointment in his voice. “It wasn’t really the right timing.”

“Then?”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin said confidently, a smile forming on his face. “I have a feeling I will see her again, someday.”

A few weeks had passed since that night. You were a bit disappointed at the fact that you didn’t even ask him for his name. How could that slip out of your mind? After all he did for you? Shame on you, Y/N.

It was the weekend, which meant that you had two days to rest before training started once again. The first few days were hard, specially because you just couldn’t get accustomed to the time change. However, you soon got the hang of it all and the days became easier. You were even proud at the fact that you had managed to make a few friends and was so relieved when you found out that you weren’t the only one taking Korean language classes!

As you laid on your bed, you debated on what to do. There wasn’t many trainees in the dorms, and the ones that were here had gone out. You decided to go down the kitchen to get something to eat and take this opportunity to watch tv. Most of the other days you couldn’t use it because the other trainees would beat you to it, so today was a chance you just couldn’t pass up. Once on the sofa with a sandwich in hand, you reached over for the remote and turned on the television browsing through the channels trying to find something interesting. You were skimming through channels so fast that you barely had a chance to see what was really happening; however, all of the sudden something caught your eye making you stop your clicking. You had passed the channel, so you backtracked but this time slowly so you wouldn’t miss it. Five channels was all it took before you found it, or to be more exact before you found Him. There he was, live and in color along with six other guys. The man who had rescued you from that dark alley weeks ago, your hero. Why was he on the television?

“Bangtan Sonyeondan will be performing at the Melon Awards this weekend. The said group have also been nominated for five categories! Park Jimin, how do you feel about this?” The interviewer then turned to the orange haired boy, the same one who had saved you.

“We feel really honored but in all honesty we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Army. Thank you for everything Army, we love you!” Jimin then smiled at the camera and formed a heart with his fingers.

Your jaw completely dropped. It took you a few minutes to process everything but when you finally did you couldn’t help but scream and dropping your sandwich.

“WHAT? TH-THE GUY WHO HELPED ME WEEKS AGO IS PARK JIMIN?! THE PARK JIMIN?! AN IDOL?!”

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Congratulations, ROSE! You have been accepted as your desired character, LUCA BIANCHI. I am really in love with your para sample, which perfectly captures the essence of the series and this roleplay with the codes and how members interact with each other. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?

Your Name: Rose

Your Age: 28

Your Pronouns: She/Her

Time zone: GTM-3

Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): 5, I will be fairly active while I’m on vacation, after that I will be around two or three times a week, specially during weekends.

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IC:

Character you’re applying for: Luca Bianchi

Why did you choose this character?: I love reading and writing, plus, I’m taking sign language lessons. So he just seemed perfect.

Secondary character preference: Maybe Ava Coleman, but for now I’m settle on Luca.

A sample in character (3+ paragraphs with a minimum of 500 words in third person [Yes, we check the length]):

Language barrier is a term is used to describe difficulties in communication due to different languages (or dialects) which make a message hard to pass through. It is not proper, though, to be used in a situation that the message was not successfully passed through only because one of the people in the conversation was far too foolish to understand an answer to a request. Therefore, Luca knew for sure Mrs Poe was using the term inappropriately when she said “I asked you for a book that would help me solve a code, not a very long book on a man’s private time in the restroom. This is a clear example of a language barrier.” The Caesar Shift, the book on the woman’s hand, contained the chipper for one of the most ancient codes in history and was perfect for people who would like to start on code breaking. Luca was not exactly the best lip reader, but he had understood Mrs Poe’s needs, he knew just what the lady wanted and chose a book perfect for her needs, so the message passed through just fine. It was not his fault if Mrs Poe might be in need of new glasses, making her believe The Caesar Shift was a book about a man named Caesar who might have had the most terrible stomachache in history. The librarian did his best not to shiver as Mrs Poe’s saliva was spat onto his cheek while she screamed “SOLVING CODES” as if this was going to be any help to transmit her intentions. Even if this were really a language barrier situation, screaming would not help Luca understand her any better. Becky (Luca’s loyal service hedgehog) knowing how tense this could make her owner feel, crawled over the front desk caring him a napkin which Luca used to clean his cheek before finally signing and mouthing, “I’m sorry” to Mrs Poe. Even though he was not really sorry. The man stood up from his desk and walked again to the large wood catalogue file cabinet across the room.

From the top of his mind, he could name some books that would help Mrs Poe on her research, The Zodiac Mystery Code, or Cryptonomicon. Even the underrated Gold-Bug would be amazing, that is, if she was open to putting her mind into work. You see, code deciphering is not an easy task, and Luca knew it better than anyone else how hard and time-consuming it could be. Nevertheless, the librarian believed that if any of those amazing pieces were handed to her he would have a similar problem. So, instead, he moved to the letter C…. ‘Coachella’, ‘Cobra’, ‘Cocoa’, ‘Codenames for children on the run’and…. Bingo! Luca got the card out of the cabinet, read the code with the location of the book, and moved fast across the aisles, knowing exactly where to go. Mrs Poe followed him, babbling something, but Luca did not care much to read her lips now, as he did not think it would be any relevant. He stopped in front of a shelf and carefully inspected the numbers, his hands passed through the books’ spines looking for the right number, DC559.45.H35. There it was. He pulled a copy of ‘Coding for Dummies’, a book that would not be appropriate for what Mrs Poe wanted, but something on the title suggested it could be interpreted as perfect for her. Luca handed it to the woman with a fake smile. She looked at him, first puzzled, but soon smiled back, thanking him for getting exactly what she needed. She even waved her hands around as if this would make her message any clear.

Luca was about to follow her back to the front desk when he noticed something odd. What was ‘Report from Engine Co. 82’ doing in that shelf? Its code was VR986.10.A85, and it belonged to the true stories shelf. This was wrong, so wrong. Luca took this book out of its wrong place angrily, wondering who could be the savage to misplace it in such a careless way. For his further despair, he noticed the one to its right was misplaced too, the FF112.14.U31 was supposed to be with the other biographies, and goodness right next to it stood DS388.54.G59. What was all this madness? It took Luca only a second to look at it more carefully, though.

VR986.10.A85

FF112.14.U31

DS388.54.G59

The message was successfully passed through: VFD.

What headcanons or plans do you have for this character? (Please take any current plotdrops into consideration):

Being older, Luca always felt the need to be protective towards August, and towards people he loves in general.

He is extremely organized with his books since a young age. A misplaced book or a folded page is the death of him (figuratively).

August knew about Luca’s gender identification before he said anything out loud because they were that close.

Luca picked up a hedgehog as his support animal. While most people didn’t see how an animal that spikey could be any support through rough times, Luca saw the potential in Becky, and she is the best support animal one could find.

After losing his brother, he became paranoid about the idea that there is always someone following him. And maybe… there is.

The place he loves the most is, of course, the library, but as a close second, he loves his kitchen. After the accident, he learned that cooking could make him calmer. So he will take the time and effort to make Violet’s the best possible meals. Plus, he had read once before that the way to a man’s heart is the stomach, so maybe this new skill could also be helpful to get closer to Philip.

He always checks the stove three times before and three times after using it.

He has a real hard time trusting people even inside VFD and this might come sidewise on his missions.

Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio?: Not for now.

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