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Auld Lang Syne || Chapter One

Pairing: Han Gyeong-Su x Reader

Summary: Class 2-2's Vice President: VP.

In which the sensible Vice-President does their best to keep their little band of survivors alive.

Tags/Warnings: reader insert, character death, swearing, canon divergence, pre-relationship, angst + more

Chapter One

Harabeoji lays on the hospital bed, unaware that the world continues without him.

You're his only visitor today. The room is cold, and his heart monitor fills the silence since you won't.

You don't know what to say, where to start.

Do you tell him that he needs to wake up? That since he fell sick, your step-grandmother used his coma as an opportunity to move everyone from your family home (sans yourself) and that her son, your half-uncle and proxy, is already making deals to have the line of succession passed to him instead?

Seoul is too far from Hyosan for you to visit him, to remind him to keep fighting and to keep vigil at his bedside, but they moved his treatment here anyway. Have already brought themselves a sky-line apartment right in the centre.

If you told him that they've left you alone, that they've left you behind, would that be enough to wake him up?

On your lap, you've brought a collection of Western comic books you've been reading to practise your English and since you need to fill the quiet somehow, you pick one out to read:

The Walking Dead, it says.

If Harabeoji finds your pick distasteful, he doesn't say.

(You wish he would).

In a class-room setting, the Vice-President is meant to ensure that there is strong communication between the Class Reps and the President. When the President is absent, it is up to them to act in their stead. To lead the class through ever-changing situations with a clear head and mature outlook.

At times, you enjoy being responsible for such tasks. The position gives you a sense of purpose on days when you feel set adrift, makes you feel more present as you tend to your responsibilities and resolve minor conflicts. Those are the days you feel like an ordinary student, responsible only for the happenings of your class.

Other times however, it's a bitter reminder. Of Harabeoji who's counting on you to do good, of the dynasty you're set to inherit in his name and of the interests you've had to sacrifice in favour of activities more appealing for Universities overseas. Like being Vice-President.

Joon-Yeong insists you should have been Class President when the positions are first announced. It's unfair Nam-Ra gets the position because of her Mother's bribery when you're not only first in class but have given up more to commit to your school's night self-learning programme and your new role.

He says it with an air of indifference as he crosses his arms, but his eyes burn behind his glasses. You think it's because losing the Presidency to a friend will make the loss hurt a little less, and because it would excuse you from not hanging out with him and the others as much as you used to.

You don't point it out to him, though. Joon-Yeong has to come to his own conclusion for things to stick. Instead, you make a show of pointing your finger right at his nose as you order him–and the others watching–to call you "VP" henceforth.

It's not much, but if you show that you're not upset with the position you're given then your friends have no grounds to be angry on your behalf. You just hope that overtime, they'll come around about the Class President you do have in the meantime.

You did in the end, hadn't you?

Speaking of your Class President, Nam-Ra always complains about the music playing on your headphones whenever she slides into her seat next to you, but it doesn't stop her from leaning over your textbook to assess your work.

You respond by turning your volume all the way up so the melody of Auld Lang Syne rattles your ears, mouth curling when she nods begrudgingly at your answers.

There isn't much she'll find to begin with, but it's routine; Nam-ra grumbles about your music in the morning as she looks over your work (way better than her rhythm techno beats, mind you), and you pretend this isn't her odd way of showing her friendship.

Silently, you offer her a piece of Poki from your half-opened bag, your own show of friendship, and she accepts the treat after a long, drawn out moment. Even though she doesn't say anything, you can see her face soften in the corner of your eye, and beyond the obvious, you're glad that she's not actually mad about your song choice for today.

"Wake me up when Ms. Park comes," you say after a moment, falling into your normal position as you cross your arms over your textbook, cushioning your head as you close your eyes. Nam-ra predictably grumbles at your command, but doesn't make a move to disturb you.

And drifting off, you hope that today is another calm day.

It's not.

Hyeon-Ju's bloodied entrance is too shocking for the day to be anything but calm.

Even when she's whisked away by Ms. Park, Su-Hyeok and a few others to the infirmary, the shock gives way to unease and the feeling settles under your skin before you can do anything about it. It makes you itch to do something, anything.

Ms. Park instructs you all to resume studying but hearing what Hyeon-Ju said and seeing her state in general, more than half the class group together to brainstorm what happened between your classmate and Mr. Lee.

Nam-Ra seems to be the only one actually studying and while it looks like you are too, with all your pens laid out and your head tilted down to your book, you're actually listening in on the chatter around you. Pulling out your stationary was just a show of solidarity, if anything.

From what you gather, no one seems to say anything that corroborates your unease or the sense of foreboding that's taken root. Dae-Su's idea is perverse, Wu-Jin is quick to slap him on the back of his head, and I-Sak returns with a troubled face before the others can chime in.

At once, everyone turns their attention towards her, even Nam-Ra, but the weight of someone's stare grows heavy on the side of your face so you turn to other side of the room instead, catching Gyeong-Su's gaze just as he snaps his head back to I-Sak.

You're sure he knows you caught him staring at you because the tips of his ears are pink, and his posture is rigid as he faces the front. If you weren't feeling so agitated, your skin still itching, you'd smile at his embarrassment.

How long will he wait before he confesses?

"–What happened? Is Hyeon-Ju okay?" Wu-Jin chimes. He kneels next to I-Sak when he asks, and you begin tapping your finger on your desk when she speaks, pulled back to the matter at hand.

When you saw Hyeon-Ju last, the poor girl was delirious as she stumbled into the room, eyes fluttering as she tried to stay awake. Her face was bloodied, her hair was matted and when she collapsed by Ms. Parks' feet, she could could barely move.

However, the Hyeon-Ju I-Sak left in the infirmary sounds like a completely different person.

Having to be restrained as she thrashed on the bed. Hissing. Biting.

She scratched Ms. Kim, I-Sak says.

There's a cold sweat running down the back of your neck the more you imagine it, different scenarios flitting through your head in quick succession, but when I-Sak mentions some weird shot Mr. Lee injected her with, the agitation you feel reaches a crescendo.

You stop tapping, deciding that you need to see things yourself.

Nam-Ra glances at you from the corner of her eye, and you hope the look you flash her doesn't belie your nerves.

It turns out though that the Class President must consider you more of a friend than you realised (the kind of friend that you cover for), because her mouth twists like she knows you're up to something but doesn't push.

"I'll find a mop to clean up the mess," you lie, grabbing your bag.

"Hurry back," is Nam-Ra's cool reply.

This is a multi-fic story.

I intend to post this story on Wattpad and Ao3 shortly. Maybe even Quotev and FF.net, too.

#all of us are dead #aouad #all of us are dead fic #aouad fic #kdrama #netflix #han gyeong su #han gyeong su x reader #aouad x reader #multific #choi nam ra #lee cheong san #su hyeok #on jo #oh joon yeong #dae su #wu jin #auld lang syne #auld lang syne fic

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natasharomanoffismywife · 2 years

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2 Widows, 1 Witch & 1 Boring Avenger- Chapter 1

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Hello Hello everyone! It’s been a while but i’ve got a new series for you all! This is set directly after Black Widow but Civil War never happened so the Avengers are all one big happy family and Yelena stays with Natasha! Let me know how you like it and if you want to be apart of my tag list!

Word Count- 1714

Y/n POV

“We are coming into land should be about 5 minutes, make sure there is no medical there we shall go to medical later. Thank you Steve.” I say quietly into the comms link on our quintet, Nat and I took ourselves off on a mission to take down to the Red Room and we have come back with an extra passenger.

I feel a warm hand come to rest on my shoulder before I see a battered and worn out Natasha come to sit in the co pilot seat next to me, I give my love a small smile before grasping her hand. I can see how much stress this impromto mission has caused her, knowing the high amount guilt she is feeling all because of the young blonde girl who is asleep behind us is coursing through her veins.

“I’ve told Steve to keep medical away until we decide to go, so we should have some quiet to settle Yelena in” I speak to my partner, she smiles softly at me but she still has a far away look in those enchanting eyes.

“I left her there, I let you and Clint take me away but I didn’t come back for her. I left my little sister” Natasha’s voice cracks slightly as she speaks, a small tear escapes her making me gently reach up to wipe the tear away making her gently lean into my touch.

“It’s not your fault Nat, that place is pure evil and you couldn’t be certain that she was dead. You had a chance to rescue yourself and you took it, anyone would’ve done the same thing and that’s why Yelena doesn’t blame you. You saved her when it mattered in the end.” Natasha gently nods at my words, smiling at me with a grateful look on her face, she leans her head on my shoulder as I begin to descend on to the compound.

I land with no problems and I turn off the engines before I follow Nat to wake Yelena, when Natasha gently shook her awake the blonde flinched massively and her green eyes franticly looks around the surroundings before she lands on myself and her sister. You can see her whole body un tense when she finally regains her bearings.

“We’ve just arrived, come on follow Nat I’ve got your bag” I softly say earning a nod from the blonde, walking behind the pair with the bags slung across my body. Yelena tucking herself into Natasha’s side as we walk into the big compound, surprised to see no one waiting for us since we never told them to stay away.

“Ok so here we are, this is mine and Nat’s room but you can stay in here until you feel comfortable enough to use your own room, I’m going to leave you two to it and sleep in another room. We will go to medical tomorrow after we all get some much needed sleep” I explain to Yelena as I see Natasha has already started to take off her dirty, blooded suit, I go to move out out of the door but I am stopped by a small voice with a thick Russian accent.

“Stay, Talia can’t seem to move without groaning so I’d feel safer having someone else here too. Please stay” shocked I turn to look at a timid looking Yelena who is avoiding eye contact with me and an equally shocked Natasha with a hint of a smile on that face, I shake myself out of my shock as I put on a measuring smile walking towards to the bed and start undressing myself.

“God my bloody back is killing me, who’s idea was it to blow us up in the sky?” I ask teasingly towards my girlfriend, she shakes her head and punches me in the arm hard making Yelena snicker at us both.

“Get into bed L/n or so help me god” Natasha trails off as she glares at me, I throw my hands up in mock surrender before I get into the bed with Yelena stuffed in-between us. Friday turns the lights off and I pass out straight away, feeling safe for the first time in the past week now we are back home.

I am awoken by a sharp kick to my injured side making me let out a groan of discomfort, the kick intensives making my eyes snap open turning around to see Natasha trying to wake her sister from a rather distressing nightmare.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry! I want Tasha!” Yelena pleads in her dream, I look at Nat to see tears filling her eyes as she looks helpless so I take charge and I pick up the blonde girl and I cradle her close to my chest.

“You are in the Avengers compound with myself and Nat, you are safe Yelena. Wake up and come back to us” I chant out loudly to the sobbing blonde in my arms, Yelena clings to my body as I rock her back and forth.

Natasha has pulled herself together and is now sat next to me running her fingers through the blonde hair, not long after her sobs stop and Yelena’s eyes fly open. I feel Yelena tense once she notices that I am the one holding her so I gently pass her over to Natasha, who quickly pulls her to her chest pressing kisses to the forehead of her little sister.

“It’s ok sestra, you are safe with me now” Natasha coos out to Yelena as she rocks back and forth, I quietly leave the room and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for Yelena. As I begin to fill up a glass a small sound in the kitchen alerts me to a new presence, instantly smiling when I see the red glow in darkness. Wanda.

“Hey Wands, I was expecting you to meet us when we got off the jet” I say kindly to the strawberry blonde witch in front of me, she shrugs with a smile as she steps up to me.

“Steve told us about what has happened, he said it would best for us to give you all space this evening” She softly says as she grabs her own glass of water, I raise my brow at her in jest.

“Since when do you listen to Steve witchy?” I tease her, Wanda like Yelena is a troubled 24 year old who has been through more shit than anyone should ever have to go through. I think that’s why myself and Natasha took her under our wing, why we became a small family inside this bigger family.

“Is she ok? I know how daunting it can be coming into a safe space after a world of shit” Wanda softly asks me, I smile sadly at her as I bring her in for a hug. That was one the big reasons why we all love Wanda, no matter how bad people have treated her she will always have such a giant heart.

“She’s ok, she’s got a lot to deal with but with us with her she’ll get through it. Just like you did sweetheart” she smiles softly at me when I say that and with a kiss to the crown of her head I bid farewell, taking the glass of water back into mine and Tasha’s room.

Yelena has stopped crying and instead is laid in Natasha’s arms taking deep breaths to calm down, I quietly walk over to the pair and I kneel down in front of the pair handing out the glass of water to the young blonde. With shaking hands she takes the glass and groans in relief as the cold water soothes her sore throat, Natasha gives me a thankful smile before returning her attention back to her sister.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to kick out at you.” Yelena softly whispers out into the room, I give her a soft smile before shaking my head.

“No you have nothing to be sorry for, besides Nat here once broke my jaw during a nightmare. Isn’t that right babe?” I say to the redhead, who nods through a wince at the horrible memory.

“Yeah she’s right, I was dreaming about a particularly bad day in the Red Room. She held me in her arms but I panicked, not noticing that it was her I lashed out and broke her jaw. Didn’t stop her from comforting me though, she refused to let go of me until she knew I was 100% out of my dream. She won’t let a little kick in the side piss her off Yel” Natasha tells her sister as she leans into my side, I press a kiss to the crown of her head and I cheer internally when I see a gentle smile fall upon the blonde’s face.

“See! You can break my jaw and I wouldn’t care… just please try not to do that” I joke happy to hear a small chuckle break out of Yelena and of course Natasha.

I groan in pain slightly as I rise from my crouching position, my back is killing me from diving through the sky after Yelena. I had caught it on some flying debris and I’m pretty sure my back is still bleeding a bit from it, something that I had tried to cover from my girlfriend. At the sound of my groan Natasha quickly rolls up my shirt and letting out a soft tut as she sees the blooded bandage.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was still bleeding?” Natasha softly chastises me, I hear Yelena laugh slightly at the scene playing out in front of her but I could see the guilt in her eyes as she knew my injury came from saving her.

“Ahh it’s alright, just a scratch.” I say turning to look at my worried love, I give a look indicating to let it go for Yelena’s sake and thankfully she does just that.

She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips before moving back into bed with Yelena. I get into bed with them and with a kiss goodnight from Tasha we all fall back asleep, this time with no more rude awakenings.

#2 widows 1 witch & 1 boring avenger #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x yelena belova #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #avengers fanfiction #chapter 1 #multific

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Douma + Claude x Fem! Reader Snippet || One's True Nature

So I spun a wheel for a cross fic type of thing. Did it a couple times so if you want to read the others follow and follow my progress.

Anyway, the two characters are obviously Claude Faustus (Black Butler) and Lord Douma (Demon Slayer). I'm having fun with this already.

Think I'll add cross fics to my commission list.

Douma + Claude x Reader

What it'll include: Spanking, biting, marking, breeding, dom and sub, choking and maybe a few others.

Goal : 10k words

It's been many long years.

Many years since he was first beaten, destroyed by an archenemies who he had spent so much time on for such a silly reason. Said reason being some brat's soul because who was he without as the creature that he is.

Claude lurks in the shadows. His form is different now from his previous life though not vastly so. He's of a toned build, with smooth, pearly white skin except for his hands and feet which were made up of claws. His body isn't the only thing that has changed but so has his location.

These weren't the streets of London, lanterns and art lingered in every which was like a colorful dream as humans below seemed to have a celebration of sorts; drinking alcohol, laughing, and whatever else.

To be fair, Claude has a hate for it. The loud noises, the colors, but ever since he's come back he's been struggling with a deep hunger, one that he hadn't been forced to deal with previously when he was in Europe, one that seems to lure him into more primal needs and sensations.

It's annoying, the way that he's never been allowed to show this side of himself, to express his hunger like this… when he had been practically trapped in his last deal. He remembers the days, serving that young brat day in and day out and even with how hungry he was he was forced to stay in control, to tame his needs, just for him to lose control in the end anyway.

Claude could admit that he didn't regret it, crushing that boy's… Alois’s, head in his strong hands until it seemed to pop like a grape and spill blood all over him.

Even with how calm Claude presented in many cases back then of course he still had his emotions and when it came to Alois all he could do was feel annoyance, dread, anger… and Claude had put up with it until he simply couldn't. He could also admit that he paid the price, going against his arch enemy… Sebastian, even going out of his way to try and steal the other's demon's prey. His death… as humbling as it was to say, was one that was bound to happen and maybe Claude had done all of that just to end the suffering. As demons as he and others could do was live as they are and with Alois Claude had been needy, starved. What else was he to do but to go after what he could which has been that stupid, idiotic boy… though, here… it seemed different.

Very different.

Claude could smell the scents in the air, he's not as strong as he used to be but he seems now that he has the potential to do so now and such much more.

He was… free. And freedom has never tasted better.

There's so much food around but as the creature he is, the last thing he wants is a corn dog or poe of some sort… he wants blood, meat… and a lot of it.

One scent in particular seems to jump out at him suddenly and Claude doesn't hesitate to snap his gaze over in the same direction as if to follow such a smell. It's fruity, sweet,... Tempting and Claude feels a rush of heat run through him when he locates the owner.

She's beautiful, as soft and sweet as she looks and dressed in sine silks. Claude hadn't cared much about the history of this place previously, the scenery, the festivals, the fashion trends but the second his eyes landed on her they stuck. She seems to order herself a snack and as Claude stands from his squat and decides to silently get closer Claude can't help but admire her. It's her sweet face, his soft skin, her feminine figure and if Claude was human his heart would be rushing.

He is a demon again yes but never had he felt like this and if he had it must've been a feeling that had become long forgotten to him. Never once had he felt quite as… warm and hot like this over some random human woman and he isn't exactly sure what it is that makes him feel so drawn to her but it has him feeling like he was having a hard time keeping control of himself.

It's interesting how difficult this new life of his was, how different it was from his old one. Never once had he felt a craving like this, with Alois, or even Ciel… it's like he quite literally wants to jump down there and tackle her to the ground, jump on her as if he was some sort of leopard, an animal, a beast and she… some sort of deer, prey. Outside of his rebirth he doesn't know anything about this new life he's been giving but what he does know is that suddenly he feels… hot. He wants this woman and while he still isn't sure what for he's confident in his choice.

He needed to get closer, if not to know this woman than to touch her… caress her skin with both his hands and his lips and maybe he'd proceed by… keeping her, like some cute little pet at his side. Maybe if she agreed to stay by him and at his side he wouldn't kill her immediately.

She walks along the streets and he follows like a lingering shadow as he tries to think about the best way to go about this. As she now sits at a bench by herself he settles on the building just behind her, looking down on her with bright eyes. He's still thinking and it's only when his eyes snap aside and land on an approaching figure that Claude feels like he has in fact wasted to much time.

Whoever this guest was he was tall, broad and Claude could admit that the man's physical appearance was rather… impressive, distracting even. He wears a kimono just as everyone else has and even with such clean and gentle looking garbs Claude can practically smell how strong this male is. It's intimidating and Claude had come to an understanding that in this life demons in fact had ranks. Of course they always had but this was so different, so new and even though another other demon would have probably scurried away, Claude lingered even with the rush of tingles he feels race up his spine.

He proceeds by watching the two, the only prominent features he's kept from his last life was his bright golden eyes which now watched the two figures. The male greets her, bowing his head to the woman before reaching out to take her hand and with a little giggle she gives it to him after her flashes a charming smile. Claude suddenly feels a bit more… annoyed, his eyes narrowing slightly at the scene because though he knows nothing about either one of these two and probably couldn't care less to do so but something about this guest… this man was reminding him of…

Sebastian.

It's only then that her laughs rings through the air and Claude clears his mind to focus again only to look down and freeze when bright eyes are looking back up to him.

A second passes where they stare at each other for a moment and then something seems to burst within Claude's chest. He holds the other demons gaze and the rush of emotion he feels makes him feel both ignited and frantic, as if that the moment their eyes connected with each other had been a deal of some sort all on its own.

Claude reels back before he can help himself, jerking back and blinking owlishly. There's a rushing in his chest that makes him reach a shaky hand up and clutch his heart.

Now. What the fuck was that?

Claude wasn't sure at all but after a moment of silence he finds himself wanting… more.

It's like something had woke up in him, jerking awake in fury and Claude was s man who would sit here and lie and say that a man couldn't possibly win his heart but the way his was racing in his chest suddenly made him feel many, many things.

“Do you…happen to come here often?” A smooth and charming voice suddenly rings out over the sea of others and something tells Claude he shouldn't and yet… he decides to peak back over the length and as he thought, the man was now speaking. He looks at the woman with a fond smile, reaching out a hand to her and she giggles softly as she does so, humming as he seems to raise her hand to his lips and lightly brush his soft lips over her knuckles. “I'll admit that I haven't seen you around here much.” He continues and she hums.

“What's your name pretty? I must know it so I never forget.” He continues as she smiles.

“Y/n. You can just call me y/n.” She answers him and her voice is so soft, so smooth and Claude finds himself leaning in to hear more of it as if he couldn't get enough. The man makes a noise of acknowledgement while Claude personally saves such into in his head and as the man moves to sit beside her, his hip pressing against her own, he finally responds with his own name.

“You may call me Douma-Sama. Everyone calls me it.” Douma chuckles but something about it sends a shiver running up Claude's spine when he hears it as if the man's name was a curse all on its own. Not only that but… their eyes connected again, his and Douma 's as the other demon looks from the wan to him from the corner of his eyes.

Douma-Sama.

It was an interesting name, Claude could give him that but something about the way the man had said it, practically purring it out but each syllable and everything was enough to make Claude's cheeks feel…warm.

Claude reaches a hand up to inspect his face and soon comes to the realization that he was lightly blushing. His cheeks a light pink and he's spooked into silence, even when he and Sebastian battled as much as they did in his previous life never had Claude allowed himself to blush this easily with the man even when that's what Sebastian clearly wanted out of him. He had always waited until he could get alone where he could be stuck with his thoughts all of his own for as long as needed, and maybe he had many, many fantasies and ones he tended to act up on and wasn't exactly sure what it was but just as Sebastian had, this demon… Douma-Sama, had managed to piqued Claude's interest.

TBC~

- A

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ineverwrite · 1 year

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All Good Things- Chapter 3

Long time no see! I don’t know if anybody is still here, that’s okay, I know its been over a year. I finally felt like writing a little more and continue this fic- enjoy? Feedback is always appreciated!

------ All Good Things Chapter 3 ------

Word Count: 818

The revelation of her crush on the oldest Weasley twin weighed heavy on Y/N’s mind. The thought of her friends, all of her friends, finding out was beyond horrifying. As was the visualization of him possibly rejecting her- she couldn’t bare it. So, she didn’t. From that moment on she swore it would never get in the way of their friendships and would never act on her crush… unprompted at least.

Fortunately for her, school kept the girl so busy that her crush could hardly stand in the way of her responsibilities. Fourth year meant preparing for O.W.L.S next year, and their teachers were unrelenting. Many nights she stayed in the library, not only doing her work but also helping Neville with his schoolwork. Magic, it seemed, was not coming easy to the boy and it was beyond devasting for the poor lad. She called him a late bloomer, he called himself a squib. Their arguments could go back and forth for hours. Eventually she discovered that Neville’s round face would light up talking about Herbology. He could go on for hours about the different plants and their functions, and sometimes after a lesson would retell it. Y/N let him, even though she had heard this lecture two years before, as it was interesting- and he was so excited.

Of course- such heartwarming or pleasant topics came to a screeching halt at Halloween. The Chamber of Secrets had been opened, and member of the castle were attacked. Their safety felt like it had been ripped away, the very real threat of one of their friends being killed weighed heavy. Fred and George tried, as they always do, to make things lighter with their comedic commentary. It didn’t work all the time. Poor Harry Potter was even further outcasted than before, and Y/N didn’t know how students could even think that a 12 year old boy would want to murder people. Neville seemed to believe Harry anyway, so that was good enough for Y/N.

One night, with the dormitories emptying out due to the late hour, the usual group of fourth years laid around. Not saying much, thinking too hard. They all had contemplated the suspects of who could be the heir of Slytherin, nobody daring to mention Harry’s name, and several offering Draco Malfoy’s instead.

“He’s got to be it. Little creep called Hermione a mudblood,” George stated, anger crossing his features making his face almost the color of his fiery hair. Undoubtedly remembering the fight that broke out between him and Malfoy.

“Plus his family, the whole lot was in Slytherin,” Fred added, twirling his wand between long fingers.

Y/N straighten from her spot on the floor, angling herself to face the twins better as they were sitting on one of the couches in the common room.

“Good points- But he is only a second year, how could HE be the one to figure out how to open the bloody thing after all this time, and don’t you think he’s been a little bold about the whole thing? It’s too obvious.” Y/N offered an open question to the group.

Angelina nodded in agreement, her chin resting on her folded hands. Alicia looked away thoughtfully and yawned. With a sigh Fred stretched his arms out wide and said,

“I think you’re right Y/N.”

The affirmation from him made Y/N glow on the inside, even as morbid as the subject was. A sudden thud broke the comfortable quiet of the group, Alicia had fallen asleep and slipped from her upright position against the sofa and onto the stone floor. A booming laugh erupted from the fourth years, with Alicia joining in when she realized what happened. They quickly went to their respective beds for the night. The warm and familiar feeling was too good to last.

The night that Ginny Weasley was taken into the Chamber of Secrets was one of the most frightening nights of the young wizards lives. The fourth year Gryffindor girls huddled together in the common room, crying quietly as they thought about the fate of the youngest Weasley, for their best friends losing their sister, and fear what was to happen next. It didn’t take long for anybody to notice that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were nowhere to be found, chaos ensued. Neville shakily found his way next to Y/N, crying for his friends and shaking like a leaf. It was a long night- but, emerging out of the depths of the school the following morning came the best whirlwind of news. Ginny, Harry, Ron and Professor Lockhart all were safe and sound, having escaped the Chamber. Rumors abounded, how they escaped, the battle that was fought, others dismissing it completely. Y/N was just happy to have the younger Gryffindor’s back, to see the relief on the Weasley’s faces, and hope for a better year to come… it could hardly be worse- right?

#fred weasely x y/n #longbottom!reader #slowburn #multific #harrypotter #fourthyears

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brokebonewritings · 2 years

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Hello all of my loves! I've decided that since I want to continue to better myself at writing fics I would create a Masterlist post so I can keep it organized for you. Please enjoy! ♡

Steven Grant

Knowing How to Romance

♡ Steven Grant never could figure out how to flirt with the ladies of each season. That is until you become the Diamond of the Season. (18+, Smut and Fluff)

Part 1 Part 2

Close Enough to Kiss

♡ You and Steven spend a nice evening at home, this includes your first kiss. (Fluff, Imagine)

Marc Spector

When the World Caves In

♡ You are sent on a special mission to become an avatar for a Goddess in need. The boys go on a mission to bring you back home to them. (18+, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Goodnight Starlight

♡ You spy on Marc putting your little one to sleep for the night. Both of you get a little carried away when you get back to your own bedroom.

Country Drives (Fluff, Short Fic)

Jake Lockley

Professor?

♡ Office hours were for questions, and going over materials. Maybe too many questions can lead to an assignment not in the syllabus. (18+, Smut)

Headcannons

In the Kitchen (18+ Minors DNI)

Little Sister (Ask Request)

Matt Murdock

Bless me, Father

♡ Seeking a priest for guidance. You just weren't expecting this priest to be an ex, and a vigilante. (18+ Smut, Violence, Angst)

15 Ways to Love Matt Murdock (Songfic Series)

Ask Box Requests

Sincerely, Anxiety. (Fluff)

Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity (Fluff)

♡ You and Matt go to a candlelight concert for your first date. You learn something new about music, and he leaves you with a new sense of love.

Peter Parker

Faltering

♡ You meet Peter Parker in your GED class. Who knew that the blip would allow two people to meet and become friends? Though, you didn’t remember a Peter Parker at Midtown High.

Ask Box Requests

God Only Knows (Eddie Munson)

♡ Ask request by Kaidalorian; Eddie caught you sneaking back into your trailer, and offers a warm place to stay for the night. (18+, Smut, some Fluff)

Headcannons

Hair Ties (18+, Minors DNI)

dividers (used in most fics) : @cafekitsune

#masterlist #my work #fanfic #moonknight #daredevil #my hero academia #multific #multifandom #x reader #au #multifandom imagines #fanfictions #fanfiction writer

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 1 year

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Enchanted

Chapter 1!

Chapter 2: Have We Met?

AO3!

Word Count: 2,990

Keith’s POV

It had been a week since Lance had become his guard, and they quickly fell into a routine. He would meet Keith outside of his room in the morning, follow him to breakfast, follow him to training, the library, the garden, and anywhere Keith wanted to go.

He would accompany him to lunch but never ate anything himself; even if Keith offered. He would wait outside the conference room when Keith was required to attend a meeting, stand behind him during dinner, and then check his room for intruders or anything out of place and leave Keith for the night.

Keith was convinced he would be annoyed having someone follow him all the time, and in the past he was. But Lance…Lance was different. He was quiet, following Keith like a shadow. Sometimes he forgot he was even there until he turned around.

He blended into his space, into his daily routine. Keith liked it.

He glanced at Lance over the book he was reading. Lance stared at the dusty bookcase, his eyes scanning the worn leather. “You can touch them if you want.”

Lance looked at him, and an easy smile on his face. “I’m okay, I just…these books are old y’know.”

Keith raised his eyebrow at his knight, “uhh yeah.”

“How many do you think were printed before Zarkon? Before the war? What did they endure or see?” Lance questioned, his fingers hovering over a couple of books. He never physically touched the books, just kept his fingers an inch or two over the spines. Almost as if they would turn to dust under his fingers.

Keith closed his book gently, “forty-seven.”

Lance turned towards him, “excuse me, your majesty?”

“Forty-seven books are from before Zarkon, most were destroyed during his reign but some were saved. Some Galran knew their importance and did what they could to preserve and hide them."

Lance gave a slight nod, “how many of these books have you read?”

Keith looked at the shelf, “all of them on that shelf, and the next shelf, and the one after that, and so on. Every book in this room.”

Lance turned his body some, letting his eyes look at all the shelves. “Do you ever get bored of rereading them?”

“Yeah…but every time I ask for new books I only get one or two. I think they're tired of me asking.”

“I see,” Lance dropped his hand, “forgive my questions. I won’t interrupt you again.” He bowed quickly.

Keith smiled to himself, he found the other boy enduring in a weird way. “Feel free to ask questions. If we’re going to be around each other for the foreseeable future I want you to be comfortable.”

Lance balled his hands into fists, quickly unclenching them. “I don’t want any of my questions to be rude. Or insensitive. I’m just your guard after all.”

Keith placed his book on the table beside him. “I want to play a game."

“Uhh…what kind of game?” Lance looked at him with a borderline childlike curiosity.

“A mirror game. Any question I ask you, you have to ask me.”

The knight grinned slightly, “if that will make the crown prince happy then ask away."

“Then sit down and get comfortable.”

“As I’ve said before, I’m fine standing.”

Keith rolled his eyes and released an exaggerated sigh, “just sit down. That’s an order.”

Lance chuckled, “okay.” He sat in the chair across from him, sitting on the edge of the seat.

Keith felt himself freeze slightly, he hadn't heard Lance laugh like that before. He found all he wanted to do was preserve it to memory. Have it play on repeat. He cleared his throat, suddenly remembering Lance was waiting for him. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Easy, blue.” Lance closed his mouth, his jaw tightening briefly before he repeated the question. “What’s your favorite color…?”

Keith flashed him a small but encouraging smile. “Red. What’s your weapon of choice?”

“Uhh, that’s tough. We are issued an Altean Broadsword as standard so I’ll just say that.” Lance’s fingers subconsciously lingered on his sheathed weapon. “What is your favorite weapon?”

Keith crossed his arms, sinking back in his chair some. “I like swords, short swords to be exact. What’s one of your favorite places to go?”

Lance smiled softly, more to himself than at the prince. “Anywhere with water. Altea has these beautiful bodies of water. And Earth, if you ever visited, has bodies of water as well. They call them oceans, they’re also spectacular.”

Keith felt a smile tug on his lips, he could watch Lance talk about the ocean for hours. “I’ve heard of Earth’s ocean, but I’ve never been.”

“I hope you can one day. What about you?”

Keith turned his body so he could look out the window, “I like walking the garden…it’s peaceful. Nobody bothers me, I don’t have to be the prince when I’m there.”

“Do you not like being a prince?”

Keith shook his head slightly, turning back so he was facing Lance. “Maybe if I wasn't next to the throne it would be okay but,” Keith paused. He hadn’t really had an actual conversation about this. People knew about his discomfort and annoyance but he never verbalized why. “I have no say over my life really. It’s already been decided what my life will be like…” he trailed off.

“It’s suffocating…it’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s a good way to describe it.”

Neither boy said anything for a couple of moments before Lance snapped his fingers. “What’s your least favorite prince duty?”

“Meetings.”

“Why?” Lance leaned forward some, staring at Keith with excitement.

Keith couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face, trying to breathe around his fluttering heart. “They’re boring.”

Lance made a grunt of agreement, and sat back in his chair; finally moving off the edge of the seat. “Your turn to ask a question.”

Keith gave the other boy a questioning look, he had an unshakable feeling Lance was planning something. He ignored the feeling and before either of them knew it, three hours had passed.

“It does not rain fire on Altea.”

“It does! It can poke a hole right through your head,” Lance responded as they made their way to the dining hall. Walking side by side, instead of Lance a foot behind him.

“Ah Keith and Knight McClain, happy to see you two getting along.” Kolivan round the corner with his wife, grinning at both of them.

Lance immediately bowed, taking a step back in his proper space. “Your highnesses.”

“Rise, Knight McClain. Where are you two off to?”

“Dinner, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.” Keith took over the conversation.

His parents smiled, “will you join us later for family night?”

“Yeah…we’ll be there.”

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Keith ignored his parents' questioning stare as he and Lance entered the family den after he finished dinner. He sat in his normal seat, Lance standing a bit awkwardly behind him. He couldn’t blame Lance’s tension, guards weren't supposed to invade this space.

His parents stared at his knight, their eyes shifting to each other; a silent form of communication. His mother cleared her throat, “Knight McClain, feel free to sit down.” She gave him a warm smile, trying to ease his stiffness.

“I’m okay standing, but thank you, empress,” Lance bowed at her. Quickly straightened his back, his right hand wrapped around the handle of his weapon.

“Oh come on, we insist!” His dad cheered, raising his glass to his lips.

Lance eyed the couch Keith was sitting on, seeming to be silently arguing with himself. He eventually gave a stiff nod and stepped around the furniture to sit on the cushion next to him. Trying to press himself as far away as he could from Keith; who just happened to be in the middle of the couch.

Keith and his parents chatted back and forth for a bit, Lance sitting in silence, staring at the coffee table in front of them. “Did you see the gardeners adding a new species of flower? They’re from Earth, oh what were they called.” Krolia furrowed her eyebrows in thought.

His father hummed in thought, “I can’t remember. They were yellow, with long petals and the center was a brown color.”

“Oh! And it had seeds in the center. Very interesting and beautiful.”

“Sunflowers,” Lance said, his eyes still on the table. He seemed to remember where he was since his face turned a deep red, his marks glowing a bit with embarrassment. “My apologies.”

His parents chuckled slightly, “no need to apologize. You said ‘sunflowers?” Krolia questioned.

Lance nodded, meeting Krolia’s eyes, “yes. They were one of my favorite parts of visiting Earth. There were fields upon fields of the same flowers, and the seeds are edible.”

“You’ve been to earth?” Kolivan questioned.

“Yes, your majesty. I went when I was younger and again around sixteen. King Alfor works closely with some earthlings on technology.” Lance squeezed his hands closed, his eyes drifting back to the wooden table.

“Fascinating,” Krolia said, his eyes filled with wonder.

Keith glanced at his knight, his expression more composed than a few minutes ago. He felt a strong urge to brush his fingers against the marks that sat under his eyes. Or maybe even through his hair. He shifted so his hand was under his thigh, unsure where the desire came from.

His parents ended up playing a movie about an hour after Keith and Lance entered the room. It was a drama about politicians. A classic. Keith found his eyes slipping close after the movie hit the halfway mark, his body leaning to the right some.

His head was pressed against a hard and cool surface. He felt Lance stiffen beside him, he could tell he wasn't even breathing. He should push himself up, mumble an apology and head back to his room. But sleep tugged on him, enticing him to slip into slumber right there; so he did. Unaware of his parents' glances, and how Lance’s marks glowed a bit brighter.

He was awoken with a gentle shake, his father peering at him with his soft yellow eyes. “I think it’s time to stop using your knight as a pillow and head to bed.”

Keith allowed his dad to pull him up some, Lance standing as soon as the weight was off him. “What time is it?” Keith rubbed his eyes, trying to stretch his neck some. Maybe that wasn’t the most comfortable way to sleep.

“Time for bed, Knight McClain, could you escort him to his chamber please?” Krolia asked in a soft voice, staring lovely at her son.

“Yes your majesty,” Lance gave her a small bow, making his way to the door; waiting patiently.

Keith gave his parents a quick hug, a rare occurrence for Galrans. But he was groggy and for once was feeling a bit affectionate. The walk to his room was silent, only the sound of their feet on the marble floor. “Why doesn’t your armor make any noise when you walk?” Keith questioned, rubbing a hand down his face; he just wanted to collapse in his bed.

“It’s enchanted. The alchemy used makes it silent and lighter without losing its protectiveness of it.”

Keith hummed, “sounds badass.”

Lance laughed softly, “it’s not completely foolproof. I can still get injured or killed wearing it and if I trip and fall it will make noise.”

Keith stifled a yawn, his eyes finally falling on his bedroom door. “Is that all it can do?”

“It has another ability.”

“Conversation for another day?” Keith allowed Lance to open the door, entering the room first. He only waited for a couple of seconds before Lance opened the door wider; beckoning him in.

“Yeah, I’ll check the bathroom before your nightly routine.”

Lance quickly checked the bathroom, deeming it safe and Keith entered; quickly turning on the shower. He stretched out his muscles under the hot water, quickly scrubbing himself down. It took him a bit longer to finish getting ready for the night, finding himself staring at his own reflection in the mirror.

He touched his face, the same spot where it was pressed against Lance. It wasn’t a comfortable position, and the metal was borderline bruising on his skin. Yet; he found himself missing the contact. Missing the closeness to Lance.

Did he only want it because it was Lance? Or was he simply feeling more affectionate tonight? He wasn’t sure. He quickly slid on his pajamas and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Do you need anything else before I retire for the night?” Lance asked as he stared out his bedroom window. His hand was still placed on his weapon.

Keith ran his towel over his hair, taking a moment to look at Lance. He couldn’t deny that he found him attractive. Was it weird to find another man attractive? It wasn’t unheard of, he had met politicians and generals who were married to the same gender. But, had he ever found another man attractive? If he did find another man attractive it was in the past; blurred by the countless people who wanted to be with him.

Lance wasn’t blurred in his mind, it was a stamp on him. A symbol he wanted to memorize and take everywhere with him. And his eyes, the never-ending blue made Keith feel breathless.

“Prince?” Lance turned to look at him, a worried look on his face.

Keith blinked, trying to pull himself out of his internal crisis over the boy in his room. “Sorry,” he looked towards the ground. His brain was at war with itself. He wanted to follow the routine they silently created. He wanted to tell Lance goodnight and climb into his sheets. But the other part wanted Lance to stay longer. To sit with him until he fell asleep.

“...Is something bothering you, your highness?” Lance took a couple of steps closer, seeming unsure of how to approach him.

What was bothering him was something that would remain trapped in his mind. Keith dropped his towel on the ground, closing the distance between them. His hand holding his jaw. “Have we met before?”

Lance stared back at him, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times before he spoke. He didn't shake or try to get away, he wasn't scared. “Yes.”

Keith didn’t drop his hold, his grip was light enough that Lance could easily slip out of it. But he wanted to see his eyes. “When?”

Lance looked lost in thought for a moment, quickly recovering from the random question. “Eleven years ago. When you visited Altea.”

Keith stared at the other boy intently, trying to will his memories to find Lance. He hardly remembered his trip to Altea, he was young and it was frankly a boring trip for a nine-year-old. But he couldn’t remember seeing Lance, he couldn’t remember his eyes. “I don’t remember you,” his voice dropped slightly, suddenly feeling guilty for the confession.

“We didn’t speak, I was standing behind Coran. You only met my eyes once, but after the initial meeting we didn’t see each other again.”

“I’m sorry I don’t remember that.”

Lance laughed, “please. You were on a trip around the universe, I never would have expected you to remember a random Altean boy you saw briefly.”

Keith dropped his hands, quickly realizing the position he put his knight in. “I’m…sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

Lance cleared his throat, leaning back some. “Did you need anything else?”

“No…I’ll see you in the morning.”

Lance gave a small nod, “goodnight prince.” He stepped around him silently, the door clicking shut behind him.

Keith sat on his bed, staring down at his hands. He forgot Lance, even digging through his memories he couldn’t find him. He closed his hands, trying to ignore the burn from where he was holding Lance. He would never forget those blue eyes for the rest of his life.

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Lance’s POV

He briskly made his way down to his room, trying to keep his breathing even and his marks dull. Today was too much for him, too much close contact with the prince.

He opened his door, locking it behind him before he slumped down against the wooden material. He released a shaky sigh, pulling his knees up to his chest the best that he could.

He hated himself.

His job was to guard the galran prince, not have feelings for him. He tried to squash them down, tried to bury them under his duties but he couldn’t. He knew he was done for the moment he laid eyes on the prince.

His soft purple eyes, his slender, but strong build. The way he held himself, the quiet moments they shared, and everything Lance learned about him just added to his affection. He pressed his forehead to his knees, was he going to get yelled at tomorrow when he saw the empire?

He made sure he didn’t touch the prince during the movie but everyone could see how his mark glowed. Maybe he could pass it off as discomfort? He shook his head, he didn’t want the prince to think he made him uncomfortable.

Lance touched his jaw, where the prince had gently grabbed him. His skin felt as if it was one fire, the prince's touch burning him. It didn’t hurt but it made it hard to focus on other things.

He pushed himself up from where he was slumped, quickly snapping off his armor. Placing it neatly in a pile on his desk, next to the Altean royal decoration he wore the first night on Daibazaal. He sat on his bed, pulled a small box from under his bed, and quickly set up what he needed to polish his sword.

He gently unsheathed it, laying it on his lap as he started to polish it.

He was a fool to like a prince.

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Oh poor baby :(

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Bait | Ch. 1 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she's faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: mentions of murder/the case Word Count: 1k

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"Look at you, so small and fragile... and your beautiful red hair," a deep, bellowing voice spoke.

Whimpers sounded in the dark in response to the low groaning of the male voice. The chopping of scissors sounded next, a sob erupting into the echoing chamber of the dingy underground cell.

"Oh magpie, I love you so much."

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Pulling her fiery auburn hair up into a tight ponytail, Willow Brooks entered the bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Her satchel bag was slung across her frame lazily as she trekked the short distance to her desk. As she placed her bag down at her feet, she couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

If there was one thing that Willow was, it was dedicated to her job. She loved being a profiler, sometimes too much. In fact, she had stayed up far too late the previous night completing files and prepping for the next day. She suffered from chronic anxiety, and sometimes the only way for her to feel safe was to over prepare herself for work. Everyone had their coping mechanism, but Willow wished hers allowed her to get more sleep.

"Tired?"

The voice of Spencer Reid chimed in her ears, and she turned to smile at him. She and Spencer had been together only a short time, but it felt so real for both of them.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Willow spoke, pushing stray hairs behind her ear.

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he looked at her with his big, brown eyes.

“How many times do I need to tell you the importance of getting enough sleep? In fact,” Spencer attempted to ramble before he was cut off.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

Spencer smiled lovingly at her in response to her apology. He recalled the day they had finally professed their love for each other. After months of innocent pining, all it took was a local officer hitting on her for Spencer to do something about their relationship. The officer had flirted with Willow throughout the entire case, and it culminated with him resting his hand on the small of her back. Spencer recalled the heated feeling that rose up his face upon seeing the interaction; one that quickly turned to rage when the officer's hand began roaming downward.

Willow had grabbed the officer's wrist, twisting it, and Spencer recalled his heart swelling with pride and admiration. Her actions didn't stop him from bolting over to her anyways, intent on giving the officer a piece of his mind. After the ordeal, and after Spencer apologizing to her on behalf of the entire male population, he had finally, and bashfully, admitted his feelings.

Back in the current moment, he reached out, pushing back the strands of auburn hair that had fallen in front of your face once again.

"I'm sorry, I just worry about you."

Willow smiled softly at him, her core filling with warmth at his sweet confession. The moment was short-lived, Agent Hotchner's voice filling the bullpen.

"We've got a case. Roundtable in 5." His rugged gaze traveled across the room before he turned and went back to his office.

"Shall we?" Spencer spoke, and grabbed Willow's bag from the floor.

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes before following him up the stairs. She had protested many times that Spencer did not need to carry her belongings every day, but her efforts were futile.

Garcia was already in the office, and prepping the materials for her presentation. Spencer and Willow took a seat at the opposite end of the roundtable, next to one another, as they often did. Soon enough, the rest of the team piled in and claimed their seats, pulling out notebooks and case files.

"Rough one today, heroes," Garcia spoke before muttering, "as always."

She pulled up a photo of a young woman on the overhead screen. Willow's chest constricted slightly at the sight. The woman bore a striking resemblance to herself; vibrant auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She let out a breathe she didn't realize she was holding before noticing Spencer's jaw clenched tightly beside her. She placed a light hand on his lower thigh to relax him.

"This is Hannah Rogers. She was taken on Monday night and found early this morning in Rochester, New York." Garcia spoke solemnly, stealing a glance at Willow and Spencer.

"It seems the unsub is only holding these women overnight, and their bodies are found the following morning. That means he is most likely dumping them in the very early morning hours." Hotch chimed in, and Garcia clicked to the next slide.

"There clearly seems to be an infatuated with the color of the victim's hair. A lock of hair has been missing from every crime scene, right behind the left ear."

Willow could hear Spencer exhale shakily at the sight of the next slide, showcasing what this unsub did to their victims. She rubbed his thigh again, hoping to ease some of his worry and remind him that she was right here, next to him. His hand traveled to hers, gripping it tightly.

The entire time Willow and Spencer had been dating, he had been extremely protective of her while on cases. They had not discussed it, but Willow could come to the conclusion that it stemmed from his trauma with Maeve. He never wanted her to be put in harm's way, so she could imagine that this case was especially hard for him.

"As you may have noticed, the victimology resembles our own Agent Brooks significantly. Because of this--" Hotch had started, before Spencer interrupted him.

"No." His voice was stern, angry. "I know what you're going to say, and absolutely not."

Hotch eyed him, unimpressed by Spencer's unprofessionalism.

"As I was saying, because of this, we would like to use that resemblance to our advantage. Agent Brooks, we would like to use you to get close to the unsub."

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A/N: Thanks for making it to the end! I'm trying something new here, with an original character. Please let me know what you think, and if you're interested in hearing more!

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The Interrogation

Kai Anderson x Reader

Summary: Your husband is a suspect in a murder case that he most definitely committed. So, the cops bring you in for questioning.

"Mrs Anderson, we just have a couple of simple questions about your husband." two detectives sat down in front of you, you just wanted to roll your eyes but instead went along with it. "You do know why you are here right?"

"No. I do not." you said and from that point on, it was game on.

"Beverly Whells was found dead a week ago near the college your husband teaches at, in fact, she was one of his students. We suspect him to be the killer. And we have a couple of questions, such as where were you last Wednesday between 3pm until next morning."one of them asked as he put down pictures of Beverly in front of you on the table.

"Last Wednesday, I went home from work and stopped by a store to grab some things for dinner. I arrived home around 6pm and started to make dinner."

"Where was your husband at that point? Or rather, where did you believe he was?"

"He was already home by the time I arrived as he usually is. He gets off early on Wednesdays and Fridays," you replied as you leaned back in your chair.

"Did you know Beverly?"

"I might have seen her on campus once or twice. I never pay much attention to the students."

"Where was your husband last Wednesday night?"

"In bed with me. As he always is."

"How can you be sure he didn't leave to meet up with Ms Whells?" asked the other detective.

"I'm a light sleeper, I wake up to the smallest things. I would have noticed if he moved." you let out a long sigh, so he was the bad cop.

"We believe it was your husband who killed this girl. Now, we are not sure if you were also a part of this or not Mrs Anderson."

"Why would any of us want to kill her?"

"Maybe you got jealous? Young woman, always around your husband... Perhaps they had an affair and you took revenge." you laughed at that.

"If it would have been me, you wouldn't have found her." the way you said it with such confidence and with that cold stare, sent shivers down the detective's spine. "My husband and I were sleeping that night. I can give you our home camera footage, we never left the house. Can I go now?"

"Yes, and we do want the camera footage." you nodded at both detectives before heading out.

Kai was waiting for you next to your car.

"How did it go?" he asked with a childish smile.

"They are just as stupid as you said they would be." he pulled you close and kissed your temple.

"One step closer to complete my plan," he said with a wide grin and you smiled at him as you leaned up to give him a kiss.

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