Quick notice for all you reader/character lovers out there!

For those of you that use the chrome extension InteractiveFics to change the short-hands into your own story, here is a list of the ones i am using to change in your settings and what each represents :)

(Y/N) = your first name
(L/N) = your last name
(E/C) = eye colour
(H/C) = hair colour
(F/C) = favourite colour

For those of you who don't already have the extension i certainly recommend it, all it does is change the appearance of the above notes into your selected words e.g Y/N can be changed to your real name. It does not change the actual content of the fic on the site, only what you can see on your laptop screen where Y/N should be, making it a more seamless reading experience. And you can save your previous changes so you don't have to set it up all the time!

But enough of that, this is my first time writing a reader insert as it was a request from anon on Tumblr, probably OOC, but i hope you enjoy! ~Midnight

Chapter 1

You never really saw the point in backing down when you have an opinion to be heard, what would really come of it? All that it accomplishes is to make you miserable whilst going about whatever it is you disagreed with in the first place. In your opinion, that means you suffer more than just disagreeing to begin with and getting it over with.

That was how you found myself sitting in an empty luggage compartment of a passing train, contemplating how exactly your life had taken such a dramatic turn recently. One minute a young girl just living how she pleases, nothing too extravagant living under the care of an elderly couple who were given ownership over you when your parents died becoming their ward, the next the unfortunate target of the local idiots marriage proposals.

You don't even consider yourself a particularly attractive girl, neither were you exceptionally polite to, well, anybody. Yet you still became the apparent catch of the year in his mind. Asking your guardian's for your hand before even bothering introducing himself to you. What a prick. And then at your absolute refusal and the unfortunate loss of his hands mobility, the nerve he had to send a group of thugs after you.

If you can make one thing clear to any future girl you hope to meet you guess it will be that rich socialite parasites do not take rejection well. They do not also like their groupies asses being handed to them. In your defense, you had warned him to keep his filthy hands off of you before breaking his fingers, and making a run for it when half the towns gang was after you wasn't a particularly tough decision. This still probably wasn't your best idea in the world.

You weren't even entirely sure where this train was headed apart from away from the town you'd called home for the last decade of your life. Not a shilling to your name and only the clothes on your back to keep you warm. Well, and the nice leather coat you'd found in the previous compartment as you'd made your way down the train to an un-populated area, you don't really want to be caught on an English train without a ticket. You were likely to find out exactly how hard the impact of the ground was from the back platform of the train if that happened.

Running your fingers through your short-ish (H/C) hair you sighed looking out of the door at the other end, you could see glimpses here and there of civilization as you motored past a town or two, but mostly the only thing to be seen was wide expanses of green fields and trees. Your general plan had been to get off at the next stop, but you had since realized that you had no idea when the next stop would actually be, and it seemed that you had been sat here for hours already. Closing your eyes and leaning further into the rattling wooden wall as we continued speeding along, you wondered what you would do with your newfound freedom.

A 21 year old woman wondering around unaccompanied was not normally the wisest of choices, even if they could bring you to your knees in a heartbeat if you got too close. This meant that your options were slightly limited. Luckily, your loss of a forceful old lady and her multiple wardrobes of finery had meant that you'd been able to dress somewhat comfortably for once, so the trousers and boots you had on, along with the slightly masculine hooded leather coat and your recently shortened hair, neutralized your look a bit. You looked like a slightly tatty young man at best. Merely completely androgynous at worst. But certainly not like a young lady that definitely had no idea where she was going or what she was going to do with her life. You sighed again, pulling the hood up and leaning your head back so that it at least had the soft lining to rest on. The least you could do right now would be to rest. The train would wake you when it stopped.

"If it ever bloody stops..." you mumbled, easing into an all too eager slumber.

The screeching of metal on metal as the train started its grind to a halt easily shook you from your dreamless sleep, carefully easing yourself up from the stiff position you had no idea how long you had been in and slowly making your way towards the door so as not to be noticed by any rail workers that happened to be on the platform, silently peering out for any clues as to your whereabouts. Doing a small double take when you come across the sign for Kings Cross station. You had read about it in your local newspaper a few times as they had added various stations to its seemingly endless tracks. You'd only been 3 or 4 when they actually built it so it was fairly new by other standards. After all, this meant that you were in London. The capital of England was known for its historical buildings and now thriving commuting business.
You had however heard of the... shadier side of it though so to speak, through both the papers and the gossip mill. But this is where you had landed, so this is where you were going to stay.

You smiled slightly before moving yourself to the opposite side of the car, standing on the edge of the coupling waiting for the train to slow down enough for you to jump off onto the ground without breaking something, because that wouldn't be a very good start, before walking away at a regular pace and mingling with the crowd on that side of the platform. It was easy enough, and not second glance was cast your way as you scanned the area. Your (E/C) eyes roving over faces round, thin, old and new, the rich and the poor all squashed together on the rather large platform. Spotting an exit way to your right, you quickly wound your way through the crowd slipping through a gap in the buildings and making your way down a small cramped alley that opened into a much wider bustling street. You kept your hood up, hoping to avoid attention in the crowd as you made your way along it, towards a nest of shops you could see on the end, hoping possibly to find somewhere so that you could at least find out how much it would be to replace your missing wardrobe and other worldly possessions.

A quick peek at the tags through the windows knocked that particular wind right out of your sails. Not a chance of that you suppose, suddenly deeply regretting not making off with the old mans stashed way cash from home that he used to buy whiskey when the old woman wasn't looking. Even that would have only covered maybe one set of spare clothes. You'd considered it. Really. But old George had always been nicer to you than his wife and you couldn't quite bring yourself to do it.

Kicking the ground slightly you set off in a different direction instead, hoping maybe to find some dilapidated building to hole out in for the meantime whilst you tried to figure out where to get the money for lodging, but whilst deep in thought, you weren't really looking where you were going. Quickly coming short as you bumped into a rather tall solid red wall of... muscle? You stumbled back, looking up towards a face like thunder, covered in tattoos wearing a bright red blazer. Bright red, i mean really. What sort of a statement is that. You straightened yourself up quickly, inclining your head and apologizing swiftly to avoid a confrontation. After all you'd only been here for about half an hour how much trouble could you really cause? But when you went walk around him, you abruptly found yourself pushed back.

"I didnt say ye' could leave lad" Well shit. You turned a winning smile on him, silently begging he take it as a non-threatening hint.

"I am very sorry sir, please excuse me, my mind was elsewhere, would you mind terribly letting me pass?" You hoped the polite approach would work, but a quick glance to your left showed that not only did it anger the walking wall further, but that he had also got friends. All equally pissed off by your presence. You swallowed. This was gonna get real interesting really fast. And it did.
To be fair, it was only a natural reaction to being grabbed by the collar to punch someone in the face right? Right. Thought so.

The walking wall stood shell-shocked for maybe a few seconds, looking between you, his fist still attached you your collar and the steady drip of crimson liquid falling to the floor where you were pretty sure you had broken his nose on impact before letting out a cry of rage, throwing you backwards towards one of his friends, already standing there with waiting arms.

It was only milliseconds before he hit the deck, bloody gash streaming on hid forehead where it smacked as you easily used his own momentum to twist and crush him into the ground. Then they were all upon you.

You gave up a valiant fight against the 11 grown thugs that had accumulated from the first instance of you bumping into the walking wall, the first 6 went down as easy as the first. But then you heard a crash, and vaguely you could feel something dribbling down your back, before the world pitched into darkness and all was lost. One last thought echoing through your skull.

Bugger.

First chapter finished for now, you don't get to meet everyone else until later im afraid, tata for now! ~Midnight