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odissey061 · 4 years

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Motonari's route

Chapter(s) posted:

1. This freak won't have me

2. Kick him in the teeth

Please, teach me a better way to create link because I can't do it by myself

Chapter 3: This trick never worked at human's memory

Tag: @towa-no-yume @r-f-a-journalists

When I open my eyes the first thing I feel is an acute headache: the hands run through the hair until I discover a bump. I press it to see if I feel the pain and then I whimper like a baby: it hurts a lot. Why I'm so stupid? I take a look around me and I notice I'm in a cold and empty cell. The room is surrounded by three wooden walls and before me there's an iron grille. Here and there on the floor against the wall there are spooky chains that make me chill and smile nervously. At this moment I heard the rolling waves and I understand I'm on a ship.

Where I am? How many time has passed since my kidnap? I must return to the Oda right now! A lot of hours passed since I left Azuchi castle: I told to Hideyoshi I'd come back after lunch, so probably they have already noticed my absence.

I try open the door but, obviously, is locked and I look around to find something to force the look, but the room is empty, except the chain on the wall. Then I took a clip from my hair and, holding it tight in the hand, I pray:"At human memory this trick never worked, but, please, if there's even the littlest chance, make it happens". Great, now I pray to objects like they were gods!

I plug the clasp in the door lock but, as I expected, it doesn't work. Pushed by despair, I retry again and again, but after a large number of failed attempts and swears, finally I give up and I lean my back on the wall. A man appears in front of me: he's very tall and his body is made by tons of muscles, his eyes shining with malice. With a look I understand this man is a brute and he doesn't hesitate to use violence and if I had to fight against him, I'd probably die. "Who are you and why I'm here?" I demand, but he laughs dryly:"I'm the one who makes the questions here, little girl" and he opens the door. As he spoke, I recognize him as the man who kidnapped me. He enters in the cell and leaves open the door. I try to gain more time:"I understand why you kidnapped me: I'm very close to the Oda commanders and your boss wants information about them", Well, at least you are not stupid, that makes easier my work. So little girl, talk about your friends" he comments. "The problem is exactly about this: you see, I'm only their maid and I don't know anything about their future moves, so keep me here is useless" I lie and I walk towards the door. But the man grabs my hair, making me moan for the pain and yells at me:"You think I'm so stupid to believe you? I'm not a fool! In Azuchi people say Nobunaga brought you to battle on his horse His voice becomes lower, still being threatening:"If you don't tell me spontaneously all you know about them, I'll make you confess with the bad manners". And when he shows a bag full of torture instruments and I'm terrified. I don't know very much about torture, but I can imagine how much they'd hurt my body. I want to scream for help, but I know nobody will save me. My face gets paler. I know already how this will finish: this man will torture me until I speak, but I don't know anything, so he'll kill me for nothing. I'll die for anything!!

"I'm not his lover: I'm his maid and I have been staying in Azuchi for a few days. I don't know anything about them and if I knew something, I surely won't talk to you" I repeat using a quiet voice to not make him angrier. "Bad answer" he smiles sadistically, almost happy about my resistance and slaps me so violently to turn my head. "Try again, little girl, but the next time I won't so merciful".

"And if I don't confess what are you going to?" I bravely provoke him. The Oda forces helped me a lot and I won't betray them for my own safety. "I'll break all of your bones and if you won't talk, then I'll cut the tendons of your hands and your feet. If you still won't confess I'll remove your eyes, then I'll tear your ears and finally I'll cut your tongue" his threats scare me a lot, but I won't give up my loyalty. He takes from the bag a strange object and he places it near to my nails.

No no no no. Please, somebody help me!

I close the eyes too scared to watch, but at that moment I hear a new voice:"Yoshitoko, what are you doing here? I'm sure the captain hasn't told you to torture this girl since he is out to collect information with a few men. So I wonder: whose order are you following?". I open my eyes and I see a young man who's throwing diggers with the glare at the man in front of me. The newcomer is younger than this man, but somehow the eldest has to obey him. "The captain is still a child, quartermaster: if all of us wait for his command, we'd have alredy died. He doesn't know what to do and he's not able to keep the promise he made" he growls, "He's the captain, not you: he knows what's the best for us better than you. You are only able to hurt people and torture them, for this reason you won't be a captain. Now leave, Yoshitoko" The man speaks with a rough voice and I can feel the subtle threat he silently implies. I except a Yoshitoko's reaction, but he obeys whispering something.

Left alone, the young man is more relaxed walks towards me and I step back, so he reassures me:"I don't want to hurt you. I want to check your wound". I let him check my arm. I groan for the pain when he tries to move it. He looks more friendly than his colleague, so I try to ask:"Can you tell me who are you and how many days passed since my kidnap? Will you torture me again to seek information I don't have?". He sighs: "The arm is broken, now I call a doctor so he can help you better. Now you are on a pirate ship and you were kidnapped by Yoshitoko yesterday, following captain's order. Now the captain is away, but in a short time he'll be back and will decide what to do about you". "Earlier I said the truth: I don't know anything about Nobunaga's future plans. Keep me here he's useless" I whisper, "Even if you don't know anything you'll probably stay here as a political hostage to be used against your friends" the man explains my situation. The sadness overwhelms me to the thought I'll be used against my friends: I can't do this to them. "But as I told you is the captain to decide, so he could even release you" he tries to reassure me, but I have no illusions: if I were in his position I'll do the same. I even realize probably I won't be able to go back to my time. No way this will happen! The man says they wait for their captain, so it means the ship is still in the port: that makes my escape more easily. The man is inside the cell and the grill is open: all I have to do is run and don't be caught. But the pirate in front of me is still vigil even if he's more relaxed, surely is ready to catch me and even I'd beat him he'll give the alarm. No, escape at this moment is too risky but if I don't do it right now later would be impossible.

The only thing I can do is talk with the captain: I'm even ready to beg for my release, it's necessary. "The captain will be here in a few hours, so be more patient" he ends the conversation. "What kind of man is your captain?" I wonder, "The captain? Is an edgy man. He treats with respect his subordinates, but he doesn't trust anyone except me on this ship. Is the type of person who can be your friend but he stabs you in the back some minutes after" he responds. So he's a bastard and the possibilities he'd let me go are very low.

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It's almost evening and Hideyoshi is worried: y/n told him this morning she'd have gone in the city until lunchtime, but she didn't come back. He asked around but nobody was able to tell him where y/n was. He alerted Nobunaga who decided to hold a war council to find her. Hideyoshi expresses all of his worry and Mitsunari takes word with a stern look on his face:"I'm quite worried as well, Lord Hideyoshi. We should look after her".

"Maybe she escaped after she went to war, after all, was her first time on a battlefield. I won't be surprised" Mitsuhide suggests with his cunning tone, but a more careful eye can see a glimpse of worry. In the past days, he went to some places with a very horrible reputation and in a red light district and he noticed a lot of Portuguese men who acted too much secretive for being simply merchant. They were really cautious: they gazed around before speaking with someone and once Mitsuhide risked revealing his true identity. Just today he succeeded to talk with a man after days of failures, but what he discovered was suspicious arms traffic. He didn't discover anything about y/n's missing. And the possibilities she's been kidnapped are not low. "My lucky charm is not a coward, Mitsuhide: she proved it during the war"

Nobunaga scolds him, "Then I suppose we should look after her" snorts Ieyasu. "As if you hadn't done it before, before" teases Mitsuhide: Ieyasu's contrarian reactions are always a delight for him.

"Lord Ieyasu is always so kind" Mitsunari praises him. Ieyasu scolds him:"I told you I wasn't searchi-", "Enough! Each of you will send your own scouts in the city to collect information" Nobunaga stops the discussion. Once the council ends, all the warlord obey to Nobunaga orders, sending men in the city and its surroundings with the order to search for y/n and arrest everyone look suspicious. But as time passes, nobody finds y/n.

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neoblogcrying · 5 years

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“Let’s play a game” pt.2

Yeah… I ended up writing the next part a lot sooner than expected because I had a lot going on today—and I wanted to write to vent my stress out. I didn’t have the mood to write anything else so here we are! Hope you enjoy the read!

The System Temp chose ‘HARD MODE’ and this was met with high praise, from System moderator #1. The other moderators were not as happy.

You win some, and you lose some.

“System Temp, be on standby.” A mechanical voice sounded overhead. A light illuminated down, onto a couch that was situated in front of a big Television screen. The couch was soft and plush to the touch with colorful, fluffy pillows.

Elevator music started playing in the background as distant sounds of people talking could be heard over the music. Perhaps the music was being played to drown out the conversation between the System moderators. It was hard to make out any words, but there were a few words that stood out:

‘Anoying,’ ‘Troublesome,’ ‘Scum,’ ‘So pitiful,’ and ‘So complicated.’

The Television screen was dark as it wasn’t powered on. Most likely, it would turn on the moment they finished…doing whatever it was that they were doing.

KEEEEN!

That was the sound of an intercom system turning on.

“Hey! Watch it! You’re doing that on purpose, #3!”

“Oh, am I? You’ve already messed up the background history this much, does it even matter at this point?”

“You make it sound as if it’s my fault. I’m not the one who chose Hard Mode. I simply suggested it as an option. It doesn’t mean it had to be chosen.”

“Both of you stop it. #3, get your finger off the intercom.”

Beep.

After that, no other words could be heard. The calming elevator music was the only thing that could be heard. It must have been boring for the System Temp to sit there with no one else to keep them company. At least a conversational partner would have been nice to have.

The room the System Temp was in had 4 walls, all pure white in color. There were no plants to decorate the room, no windows to allow in light, and there weren’t any decorative paintings to serve as a relief for the eyes!

It was a wonder how this room was lit up when there weren’t any light fixtures. Maybe the walls themselves glowed?

KEEEEN----

“Hey hey, he’s rioting.”

“Ahhh~ Transmigrators are always so willful! Give him a taste of karma, that’ll shut him up for now. They need to realize if they don’t listen to us, they’ll only suffer.”

Beep.

Whether or not someone had turned on the intercom on purposefully for the System Temp to hear that was anyone’s guess. Maybe it was a pure coincidence, or maybe they wanted to give a warning that any acts of rebellion would be met with ‘karma’.

All one could do was sit on the couch and wait… and wait… and wait. Being left alone allowed for thoughts to run rampant.

For what reason were they chosen? Is this a kidnapping? Is this Hell? Did they die? Can they even return home?

[Answer: Once you lead the game to a successful end, you will be returned home. The System Moderators were bored and enlisted you to help curb their boredom. Do your best, System Temp. Good luck on going home soon.]

A mechanical voice rang inside their head, promptly giving them the answer, but it wasn’t necessarily the answer they wanted to hear.

The elevator music suddenly cut out and the Television screen lit up without warning.

An energetic voice rang out from a mysterious source. It was hard to tell where the voice was coming from.

Welcome to the System Moderated Life Simulation game! You are our first contestant, congratulations! It’s a huge honor being able to play through the trial run, wouldn’t you know?

I know, I know, you must be overwhelmed by how honored you are. We went as far as to choose you who already knows the series: ‘Proud Immortal Demon’s way’ so you don’t need a refresher course on the main characters. Feel free to thank us for our consideration later.

To explain once more, this game will progress by pausing at random points to ask you questions. Your answers will lead characters down different paths. If you choose all the wrong answers, it may result in death! If you choose all the right answers, they will live, maybe even find love!

Will you lead Luo Binghe down the original harem route? Maybe you’ll have Shen Qingqiu fall in love with someone else.

Speaking of Shen Qingqiu, there is a surprise!

For choosing Hard Mode… you get an extra character to control! This character is… the original Shen Qingqiu! That’s right, you heard me right. The ORIGINAL.

The Shen Qingqiu that’s in a relationship with Luo Binghe… is actually a transmigrator! Unlike you, he was migrated into the novel, while you are a System temp! You have the better deal, really.

Look, when we reversed time, we kept him and adjusted the background story. We wiped out his memory, so he won’t remember his previous adventures as he’ll think he just transmigrated into a child’s body.

He must grow along with this story for a second time and you get to watch and control their fate with your decisions!

No pressure though.

Hm? Tell you the background story? That’s no fun (for us) if we tell you right away! You need to unlock that yourself! If you’re lucky, one of the characters may trigger a flashback event for you!

It’s time for our break so I’ll stop the introduction phase here. You seem like a smart cookie, so we’re sure you’ll figure out the rest on your own! Good luck!

It was dead silent as the System Moderators went on their break, leaving the System Temp alone. The Television screen flashed, and the scenery changed.

The opening scene was of Shen Qingqiu laying in bed with Yue Qingyuan sitting next to him patiently. “Ah… you’re awake Xiao-Yuan. How are you feeling? You collapsed suddenly with a high fever. Xiao-Jiu has gone out in your place.” Yue Qingyuan explained solemnly. “Some of the disciples witnessed Xiao-Jiu coming to retrieve you, and by this point, I’m sure the secret is out.”

‘Shen Qingqiu’ was a fake name that the two twin brothers have made for themselves. Shen Jiu was the original scummy goods, while Shen Yuan was the transmigrator who the plot changed to accommodate.

Slowly, Shen Yuan sat up with much difficulty, feeling his burning forehead with his clammy hand. He felt horrible forcing Shen Jiu to take his place. The two of them made up one Shen Qingqiu and they usually alternated who had the pleasure of acting the part of a Peak Master.

Shen Jiu had been playing the part for a long time now as Shen Yuan was busy cultivating to catch up to his elder twin brother. Shen Yuan went into the cultivation world later than Shen Jiu did and so it took time for him to play catch up, even with Shen Jiu taking things slower for his sake.

He’d never admit to it, but he did try to slow down his pace so his brother could catch up to him. Once they both had the same cultivation, Shen Yuan could resume playing the teacher role.

Unfortunately, he was born with a weaker body and he was prone to getting sick. That was the reason why his cultivation speed was much slower than Shen Jiu’s, but he never got mad at his younger twin over this.

In fact, Shen Yuan seemed to be the only one that Shen Jiu could be considered ‘soft’ towards.

Just when he finally caught up, he collapsed. This would’ve been the perfect time for Shen Jiu to study more on the demon kind, but Shen Yuan ruined it.

Just as he was feeling upset over this, the door quickly opened. “What’s wrong? Were you bullied?” The stern voice of his elder brother interrupted his thoughts.

Shen Yuan shook his head, looking miserable. “I’m sorry brother, I fell ill at a bad time. I’m so useless to have caused you trouble again… even though I vowed to help you.”

A sigh.

Not giving Yue Qingyuan the cold shoulder, Shen Jiu did give him some acknowledgement in the form of a head nod. Though he had many misgivings towards him, he was the reason why the two brothers could be together like this. He had to give him some merit for that.

With his fan, he smacked the top of Shen Yuan’s head. “Ridiculous. Who dares call you useless? Tell me and I will send them to hell thrice over.”

The reason why Shen Yuan fell ill was because of how hard he was pushing himself to cultivate. With his knowledge as a transmigrator, he knew that his elder brother was bullying the protagonist! He has a death wish!

Don’t you know you’ll turn into a human stick if you continue down this route!? This needs to be fixed!

Even with him imploring Shen Jiu to be kinder to Luo Binghe, it didn’t amount to much. The elder brother would apply his own flawed logic to Shen Yuan’s words.

For example:

‘Instead of beating him within a half inch of his life, I will beat him within 5 inches of his life.’

‘Instead of beating him, throwing him into the shed with no food or water, I’ll beat him him up and throw him into the shed with food!’

‘I want to kill him right this instant, but I’ll settle for having Ming Fan beat him up while I watch.’

This was his definition of ‘being nicer.’

Can you imagine Shen Yuan’s feeling of exasperation?

“You only need to focus on getting better. This Master will take care of things just fine.”

There’s no way things are going to be ‘just fine’ with the way you bully the protagonist! “…Brother… how is… Luo Binghe?” Shen Yuan asked cautiously, being sure to monitor Shen Jiu’s facial expressions carefully.

The other scowled at the sound of the name. Why his younger brother was so obsessed with that trash, he couldn’t understand. He was just trash, but he always defended him. ANNOYING!

Covering his face with his fan, he turned to look at Yue Qingyuan. It was implicitly understood that he wished to ignore the question.

That was enough for Shen Yuan to know that ‘Shen Qingqiu’ had bullied Luo Binghe once again. Can you please consider the feelings of your younger brother who will need to do damage control in your stead?

“Thank you for taking care of Shen Yuan. Since he’s awake, you should leave now. I can take it from here.” He didn’t want to be with Yue Qingyuan any longer than was necessary.

It didn’t matter what pitiful looks you gave him, he still hadn’t forgiven you for breaking your promise.

Casting a quick side glance at Shen Yuan, Yue Qingyuan smiled gently at Shen Jiu. “It was no problem at all, Shen Qinqiu. Seeing as he’s stabilized, I shall take my leave soon, but not before discussing something with you both.”

The two of them acted as one person. When one person was the public face, the other rested and hit the books, ingesting all the information they could.

Since Shen Jiu acted as ‘Shen Qinqiu’ the most, his personality was what everyone saw, which meant Shen Yuan had to adapt to this personality when he was the public face.

He was very intelligent, and he had the acting prowess of a God. Even though he was easily frightened, tender hearted, and sarcastic, he acted like a proper Peak Master when he was out as ‘Shen Qinqiu’.

He always adjusted his own personality to match his older brother’s, who was the main face of Shen Qingqiu. His skills in acting were so good, even Yue Qingyuan had a hard time telling them apart most times!

Now that the secret is out, they had to discuss on how to move going forward.

“I would suggest that Shen Qingqiu takes the title of Peak Lord while Shen Yuan acts as the second in command. It’s too late to hide the truth from your peak disciples anymore. I’ve prevented them from spreading the truth to other peaks, but you can’t continue on as you have before.”

There was truth in what he said, but they’d acted the part as one entity for so many years, it was hard to break the habit.

Nothing would have to change if they gave the excuse that there was so much work to do that one always had to stay behind. As they were identical twins, no one would be able to tell the two apart.

“Brother, I think we can accept this. No one can tell us apart, so I can take over as Shen Qinqiu, and you can take on my identity and study in solitude. With our secret being revealed, that means periodically, I can walk outside with you.” Shen Yuan displayed a gentle smile (that he knew Shen Jiu was secretly weak to) on his face.

For years, never have the two of them ever appeared under the sun at the same time. The only time they had together was in the private quarters of Shen Qingqiu.

“Hmph. Accepted.”

Yue Qingyuan slowly exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He honestly expected more resistance than this, but this worked out for the better. He would have to make the announcements soon.

“Do get better Shen Yuan. I’ll visit again at a later date. Look after your brother well, Shen Qingqiu. I’ll be taking my leave now.” He stood with no wasted movements and left the room.

Even though he preferred to refer to them as Xiao-Jiu and Xiao-Yuan, he knew that doing so in Shen Jiu’s presence would make him rave in anger, and that would only hurt the sickly Shen Yuan, so he refrained from doing so in the elder’s presence.

He so wanted to be able to refer to him as Xiao-Jiu again, but he wasn’t allowed to. He could only wait for the day Shen Jiu would allow it. So for now, he could only refer to him as Shen Qingqiu and his younger brother as Shen Yuan.

When it was just him and Shen Yuan, he liked to affectionately refer to him as Xiao-Yuan.

Shen Yuan, who had the milder personality, didn’t mind being referred to that way so he always accepted it. He never questioned why Yue Qingyuan changed the way he addressed him in the presence of his brother, because he had enough sense to realize there was some history between the two.

Not wanting to bring up bad memories, Shen Yuan never asked his brother what relationship he had with Yue Qingyuan and why he seemed so angry with him.

“Hurry up and sleep. I’ll bring you porridge later.”

Shen Yuan chuckled quietly and he laid back down.

He never knew that the original ‘scum’ goods had a kind bone in his body. This had to be information that was never revealed in the original novel, and Shen Yuan felt so bad for all the times he called for Shen Qinqiu to get castrated in the comments.

Forgive him brother, he never knew the truth! He knows his wrongs!

Admittedly, it was stifling to have Shen Jiu be so protective over him, but he could understand because as far as Shen Jiu knew, Shen Yuan was the only family he had left.

Hoping to use familial love to melt his icy heart slowly, Shen Jiu may learn to be less like a scum villain, and more like a respectable Peak Master.

DING!

The screen that was playing out like a drama froze in place.

It’s the first fate changer!

System temp, make your decision, which of the Shen brothers will you ‘Main’? Whoever you choose will be the brother you control most often. Choose wisely as this cannot be changed! Your choice will dictate how the rest of the story goes.

One brother has more death traps than the other.

[Main Shen Jiu or Shen Yuan?]

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A/N: So yeah, click on the link to choose between Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu. You will still see both in the story, but one will have more ‘screen time’ so to speak if you main them. Whenever they are both in the same scene I will refer to them as Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan, but when only one is in scene, I will call them Shen Qinqiu because that’s the persona they’re acting as. Since the point of the game is to control other characters and not just Shen Qingqiu, it would give you too much of an advantage if I tell you which brother is acting as Shen Qingqiu at any given moment, so you will have to make an educated guess!

Hopefully this idea flies well with people? If not, I’ll just discard this experimental project. If it is received well, I’ll continue with it! Until next time!

#SVSSS #Scum Villain's Self-saving system #Scum Villain #Neo writes drabbles #SVSSSLifeSimProject #((I'm a lil nervous now because depending on who you choose to main it can get very dangerous))#((Idk I personally thought adding a Twin feature would be fun! Protective SJ in the house. Tis why this is hardmode lol))

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justwritingscibbles · 6 years

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A Fine Welcome

Fic Request:

“How about a fic where zombie Robbie finds nb reader, bc u smell nice he later reveals, walking ur dog and he hugs u u can barely scream bc his body pressed against u. He gets scared but it tickles and he holds u closer when Anti knocks u out. The septics freak bc "we told you to find rob not kidnap someone" but u+ur dog are treated nicely by the Septics who only keep u to make sure Anti+rob didn't hurt u, complimenting your dog that chase defo plays with and its the start of Robs first romance”

“What the hell do you mean ‘they can’t stay’? You do realise I had to knock them across the head, right? We let them go, they’re gonna start a riot somewhere.”

It was the warmth of a familiar furry body that began to stir you from the heavy sleep. The scratchy voice further stirring you from the black. The same voice you heard before something heavy struck the back of your head.

“No! They....stay.... pup too.” Another voice spoke. It was familiar too. The scent of heavy cologne tickled your nose. The memory of a shambled walk. A violet head of hair and the sensation of being crushed by his arms.

A hug.... one you don’t remember asking for.

“Robbie, the dog and your new friend cannot stay.” A softer voice spoke up. Closer to you. Like they were sitting directly beside you. “We need to get them somewhere else. A hospital. O-Or a hotel.”

“Zat vould be a mistake. Vhat if they remember Anti? Ve cannot risk letting them go. Not until ve know zey aren’t a threat to us.”

Their words were swirling in your mind. They all sounded so similar you were sure it was just one person speaking.

You groaned and you felt something cool press against your head. It was damp, providing a sense of ease to the discomfort behind your skull.

The bed dipped and a wet nose prodded your cheek, followed by a whimper as the warm body moved closer to snuggle into you.

Silence settled for a few heart-beats and you could feel the burning sensation of multiple gazes on you.

You were beginning to worry now.

“Friend...scared.” The slurred voice mumbled. “P-Pulse...faster.”

“Zen they are avake.” The more heavily accented man hissed. “Ve need to decide now.”

“No!” The damp cloth fell away as you felt the world shift. Cold arms wrapped around you and you felt your head roll onto the fabric of a shirt. That same heavy scent of cologne filled your nostrils and you forced your eyes open. Coughing weakly. You were ignored as the person holding you curled around you; almost protectively. “Friend stay!”

Around the room, you glimpsed four men. Almost all identical in looks stare at you in defeat.

To them, they were at a stand-still. They couldn’t tear you away from Robbie without causing a very dangerous situation. It would risk Robbie Turning, or you getting injured or panicking.

The man with a baseball cap sighed and looked to the other three. His gaze close to pleading.

“Let’s talk to them. They’re human after all, and they have a dog. Dog people are trust-worthy.”

“Chase, that is so stupid even I’m surprised it came from your mouth.” The scratchy voice came from a man with a scar across his neck. His green hair messy and all over the place. His eyes a vibrant green, like they were glowing. “You do realise dog-fighting is a thing. And they consist mostly of dog-people.”

The man, Chase, frowned and glared at the more menacing guy. But said nothing, he looked a little heartbroken.

The arms around you tightened when Anti turned back to look at you. Meeting your confused gaze with a sharp scowl.

“I still think Marvin should hex them.” He said after a moment. Receiving a gurgled growl from the person holding you. “Hey man, it’s not gonna hurt them. Just put them to sleep for a bit. And make them forget us.”

“No.” Robbie snarled. Falling quiet when your dog glanced at him.

Panting happily.

Your pet was probably overjoyed to be on a bed with you. Despite the fact that there were many strange men around you and you were practically trembling with fear. (Y/D/N) didn’t care. They were probably expecting a cuddle or even a treat.

Seeing that these guys weren’t taking you seriously yet, you decided it was time to test out your voice. Your head was pounding, you were being held hostage by a man who reeked of cheap store deodorant and you had no idea what was happening.

“My name is (y/n). Look, I don’t know what is going on, but I promise not to tell anyone. J-Just let me go.” You were surprised by how calm you sounded. But one cold look from Anti and you were back to shaking.

This Robbie guy moved you so he was shielding you from those neon green eyes. His teeth bared in a snarl.

“Rob, buddy, mind explaining why you attacked this person?” The baseball cap guy, Chase, crouched beside the bed. Catching Robbie’s attention and you felt the guy instantly relax a little.

You liked this Chase. He was more friendly and obviously knew that demanding something or arguing wasn’t going to help.

You turned your head enough so that you could see the man that held you.

At the park he looked horrible. His skin had been dry and flaky. Eyes dead and almost emotionless; shambling towards you like a horror film zombie.

It had been a terrifying experience and before you could sprint off, you had been captured in his arm. After that, it was a blur.

But here, Robbie’s skin was smooth. Despite a small cut to his lip.

Had you done that? When you tried to fight him off?

“Smell... nice.” Robbie said and Chase’s lips quirked in an uncertain laugh. Pressing a hand to his lips as Robbie continued. “Pup wanted...to play. (Y/n)’s hair..smelt...pretty.”

“Oh dear fucking god, Robbie.” Anti huffed and beside him, a masked man had to hide his grin behind a cough. All of them seemed to find this a little humorous. But you were very confused. Had you been kidnapped because of your shampoo??

“An-i tried to... hurt them...” Robbie’s tone dipped into a growl and all eyes turned to Anti. Who quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Cutting off a rising scolding from the last man in the group.

“No. No, that is not what happened! Robbie had them in a headlock! He was hugging them so tight they couldn’t breath. I was trying to remove him off them. Schneep you said so yourself; that the, uh, thingumabobs, on their neck is like they were being strangled.”

The man who has started the scolding, Schneep, sighed heavily and nodded. Fixing his glasses to sit on his nose as he crossed his arms.

“It iz true. (Y/n) had abbreviations around their neck and shoulders zat could be early signs of strangulation. Robbie vouldn’t have tried to kill zem. But he iz known to get.... overexcited.”

“Robbie not hurt (y/n)!” The man’s voice sharpened and became clearer with the rising anger. But his strength increased too and you were quickly feeling the same sensation of being crushed like before.

(Y/D/N) whined and started barking when you flailed, trying to push the man off you. Managing to dislodge the guy enough to almost knock him away.

Chase was quick to grab you and Anti glitched in behind Robbie. Peeling his arms off you and pinning him to the bed.

“No! Let go, An-i!” Robbie screeched. His hands reaching for you as Chase escorted you out. Making soft whistle noises to your pup, who bounded after the both of you.

Schneep slammed the door shut the moment you and your dog were free of the room. The sounds of Robbie’s cries echoed after you as Chase guided you into the kitchen.

“I’m real sorry about this,” Chase said. Offering you a seat on a stool by the kitchen counter. “Usually Robbie is better behaved. He must really like you if he had tried to hug you in public. He’s not one for stranger interactions.”

“To be honest we’ve met before. He was walking by my house and (y/d/n) started playing with him through the fence. I didn’t really recognise him till now.” The words tumbled from your lips as the memory flooded back. Was that why you hadn’t attacked the moment he hugged you? Did you think he was coming over to say hi?

It was still a blur. And it frustrated you trying to piece it all together.

Chase gave you a sympathetic smile and flicked on the kettle. Preparing to make you a warm beverage.

“To be honest, it’s kinda our fault this happened. We try to keep Robbie indoors so he doesn’t disturb anyone. But sometimes we forget to lock the doors and Robbie has a way of finding an exit out of yards. He’s an escape artist, I’m telling you. Anytime you need a way out of prison, I’d suggest going to him.”

You chuckled and shrugged. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The two of you fell into an awkward silence. What were you meant to say to one of the five men that kidnapped you?

Chase clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Scrambling to find some topic to fill the silence.

Glancing at your dog as it pushed it nose into the trash can; almost knocking it over in it’s determination to explore the smells there.

“Your dog is adorable. Robbie has a way with animals. They seem to love him, even when he’s Turned.”

Suddenly realising that he shouldn’t have said that; Chase clamped his lips shut and looked at you hopefully.

“Ignore that. Please? I don’t wanna get dragged into the scolding from Schneep when you leave. I’ve already heard the whole ‘no secrets to outsiders’ rule.”

It was obvious that something was going on here. But they seemed like pretty cool guys. Even though, yes, they did kidnap you and seemed like they were threatening to dump you in a random location after... “hexing” you.

But they were still to try any real threats to you. And they were half being polite.

“I promise not to tell anyone.” You said. And Chase didn’t miss the flash of fear in your eyes. He smiled softly. It reminded you a parent trying to comfort their child after a nightmare.

It was warm and friendly. It surprisingly comforted you, even despite his next words.

“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything to you. Robbie will make sure of it.” It was meant as a joke. But Chase was never good at those.

After Chase made your tea and you both fell into a silent understanding that there was no more talking; you both fell into a tense quiet.

Up until the rest of the group came out to join you both.

The masked man and Schneep were the first to come out. Watching expectantly as Robbie and Anti followed. They looked like two kids who had been caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

Schneep crossed his arms and nodded to you. “Apologise. Or Marvin makes you cluck.”

“Sorry~” Robbie said instantly. His gaze was gentle; matching the same gaze (y/d/n) gives you when they’ve chewed up your shoes again. “I...didn’t mean.. to hurt you....” Robbie concentrated on every syllable so his voice carried them clearly. It was obvious to you that he had some sort of speech impediment.

Anti however glared at you and glanced away. Mumbling under his breath; too quiet for you to catch.

The masked guy, Marvin you guessed, rolled his eyes and withdrew a wand from his cloak. He waved it once and Anti’s eyes widened as his lips opened and a loud chicken like “cluck” burst from his mouth.

Robbie giggled as Anti muffled the rest of the series of chirps and clicks. Eyes shining like sparks of green hell-fire as Marvin returned his wand to his cloak.

“Louder this time.” Marvin said and Anti groaned.

Head bowed and shoulders slumped, Anti stuffed his hands into his jeans and forced through clamped teeth. “I’m. Sorry....for kidnapping you.”

You didn’t really know how to respond to that. But you smiled and nodded.

“I, uh, forgive you. Just... don’t do it again.”

“Ve can promise zat,” Schneep said. His gaze turning to you; hardening as he continued. “Only if you promise us zat you vill not share vhat happened here. Ve mean no harm. But ve vill if you push-”

“No!” Again, Robbie’s arms caged you against his chest. Almost pulling you off your chair as Robbie hugged you tight against him. “No hurt, (y/n).”

You chuckled at the collective groans from the other men. This was probably something that happened often. Not to strangers, but it did look like Robbie liked to take hold of someone and not let go. This was further showed through the exasperated tone Chase had.

“Robbie, we aren’t going to hurt them. We just want to make sure they don’t spill the beans on us. Alright.”

“They...promised.” Robbie snapped. His hold much more careful now he had you again. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore then he already had. “They...friend.”

“Alright, alright. Look Robbie, just let them go and we can talk, ok?” Marvin smiled under his mask. Hoping to coax his brother into releasing you.

But Robbie shook his head, his bottom lip trembling a little and everyone tensed when his eyes began to turn grey.

“Uh, Rob, it’s ok. You can stay with them until we work it out. It’s ok.” Chase moved closer and Robbie continued to shake his head. He was trembling and you didn’t like the small whimpers that were slipping out of his chest. It was sad.

You reached up and squeezed his fingers. Hushing him gently.

“Hey, it’s ok Robbie. I’m not going to leave yet. We can sort this out, ok? Let go and you can sit with me.”

“Robbie...can’t.” The violet haired man whimpered. And everyone froze, expecting the worse. His eyes turning down to you and your heart nearly broke upon seeing the distraught expression he was wearing. “Robbie...stuck.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but everyone around you started to laugh. Chase covered his face with his hat as Marvin shook his head, his shoulder shaking from his cackles.

Anti wore a grin of dark amusement as he came closer and took a seat next to you.

“Better get use to it. He’s a zombie. Robbie get’s rigor-mortis whenever he stays in a certain position for too long. So get comfortable. Because he can stay that way for hours.”

“.... What do you mean he’s a zombie?!”

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screamingatanemptyroom · 6 years

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The Hero Trap

The following is a short story I wrote in response to a prompt idea sent to me by @sockknitteranon regarding twisting the typical “choose between the your girlfriend and random innocent civilian” scenario in super hero stories. Thank you for the suggestion! I really really hope you like what I wrote for it!

The plan was perfect.

One of the most well-known, feared super villains in the city waited patiently for his adversary to arrive. Every piece of his elaborate trap was in place. All that was left was for the hero to show up.

“Why did you lure me here, fiend? I will protect the city from your evil plots!” The Hero’s voice was proud and sure, carrying well across the large trap chamber.

The Villain smiled. Now he had the Hero right where he wanted him. He cracked his knuckles and stretched, chuckling grimly to himself. This was his favorite part.

“Now.”

Quiet, barely over a whisper, the Villain’s voice somehow seemed louder than the Hero’s brazen shout. At his command the barred door slammed shut, sealing the Hero in the trap chamber, and with a reluctant flicker, floodlights turned on, revealing the true nature of the Hero’s predicament.

“You see, Hero, I’ve been expecting you.” The Villain gestured grandly to the center of the large room where two struggling figures hung suspended in metal cages. Below the cages sat a vat of toxic sludge, its luminescent green contents slowly melting the solid iron container that held it. Even from the distance he stood it was hard to look at, but it fulfilled its role of appearing sinister, as well as a credible threat to the lives of the people hanging above it.

“You claim to have such wonderful morals, but forgive me sir, if I feel the need to put them to the test.” The Villain mocked his adversary with a sarcastic bow, before turning back to look at the cages above.

“In cage number one we have the beautiful love of your life, Ms Clarice Whitling. A renowned scientist with a heart of gold and the looks of a supermodel.” The woman in question struggled against the bonds holding her hands and feet, and tried to shout something past the gag bound across her mouth. “Now, now, patience Ms. Whitling. You will get your turn to talk… depending on lover boy’s decision.”

“YOU HEARTLESS SCOUNDREL!” The Hero’s face was red with anger, “SHE BELONGS TO ME!”

The Villain raised an eyebrow at the choice of words and smiled as he heard a dissatisfied jumble of noises from the first cage. “I’ll let you work out your relationship issues with your partner in your own time, Hero. I still have to tell you about cage #2!”

The figure in the second cage was quiet, although she still tugged against her bonds like the first captive. Her eyes though told a different story. A piercing gaze, struck him, and for a brief moment he felt a pang of regret before continuing the introduction.

“Our second contestant is an innocent civilian, Ms…” He checked the card his henchman had handed him, “Erica Slade. She’s a plucky young woman who devotes her time to charity, helps the homeless and the elderly, and works as a kindergarten school teacher.” He winced, feeling slightly remorseful at her capture.

“And that is where the true dilemma comes in, Hero. You can only save one. The woman you love, but keep in mind that she’s the one who chose to enter into a relationship with you knowing you were a hero, knowing that it put her at risk for attacks like this.”

“BAST…”

“Or…” The Villain interrupted the Hero mid-profanity, “You can save this stranger, a young, innocent woman who has nothing to do with all of this. She is the very representation of what you swore to protect.” The Villain walked closer, now only a few feet away. “What will you do, Hero? Will you be selfish and protect your own interests? Will you throw away the woman you love to uphold your ideals?” He pressed a button, and both cages moved slowly down towards the glowing green vat.

The Villain studied his opponent’s face carefully. Now was the crucial moment of the plan. He had to convince the Hero that both women were in mortal danger, thus pushing the love vs duty choice upon him. In reality, cages were wired to drop just to the side of the vat at the last moment, neither would be harmed, but by then hopefully the damage would be done. The Hero would be trapped in a mental and moral puzzle of his own making, unable to save either. He would be destroyed as a hero.

The Hero stared blankly at the moving cages, his face strangely blank of emotion. The Villain was glad that he was the one in control, if it were him standing there, having to choose between two innocent peoples lives… well it was impossible, it made him grateful that he was the villain in the room.

“Let the freak die.”

The flat, short statement sounded wrong, it took the Villain a moment to register the words. He paused the cages descent, staring at the Hero in confusion.

“What did you say?”

“I said let that cripple die.” He pointed up at the second cage impatiently. The Villain followed the direction he indicated, studying his captive more carefully. Her hands were bound, but the rope was tied around her thighs, instead of her ankles. When he looked closer he noted it was because her left leg ended just above the knee. She leaned against the wall for support, uncomfortable. Two metal structures leaned against the side of the cage. Forearm crutches. He noted with a sigh.

The Hero wasn’t done talking. “People like that are just a drain on resources anyways. They are worthless, taking handouts from healthy people and not contributing anything to society.” His voice was dismissive, he looked up at the woman like she was something less than human. “Better off dead, if you ask me. So return my beautiful girlfriend, kill the trash and I’ll be on my way.”

The Villain looked up at Ms. Slade again, his ears ringing strangely and his vision blurry. He could still make out her face, at the last thing he remembered before everything went dark was the expression there, clear despite the gag covering her mouth: It wasn’t anger at the Hero’s betrayal, or fear for her own death. It was a tired resignation. It was the look of a woman who had expected to be told she was worthless.

He was ten, living at an underfunded orphanage for cast offs like him. The other kids beat up on Jack, his friend, because he has trouble saying words clearly. They ignore the girl who looks different than them; steal things from the child that walks with a cane. They laugh and make faces at the little boy who shares his room, who couldn’t see. All of this was done under the watchful and approving eyes of the adults, as they snickered behind their hands and pretended there was nothing they could do. The powerful grew more powerful and the weak and different shrunk and became resigned. That was when he learned the only lesson they bothered to teach at this facility:

Never trust the authorities.

He was a foolish man, an evil man sometimes. He made no excuses for his behavior, he knew what he was. But the ones who pretended to be heroes, the ones who said they cared about everyone when all they saw were people who looked and spoke like them… they were even more horrible in his eyes.

The Villain came to, realizing that he had jumped on top of the Hero, punching him repeatedly in the face. There was anger and frustration behind each attack, adding weight to his fist. But there was something else, some dark hidden sadness bubbling behind the fiery anger. Tears streamed down his face as he slowly got up, leaving the hero broken and bloody on the floor.

“The only trash I see here is you.” He took his remote out, pushing several buttons, which lowered the cages to the ground. His minions got to work releasing Ms. Whitling, while he quickly moved forward to cut the ropes holding Ms. Slade hostage. He freed her, and handed her crutches to her silently.

“I’m sorry.”

SLAP! Her hand cracked across his face with a loud noise. She sighed loudly, glaring up at him.

“That’s for kidnapping me and threatening to drop me in toxic waste, idiot!”

The Villain nodded slowly, he supposed he deserved that much. To his surprise she leaned forward gave him a quick kiss on the cheek she just slapped. “And that’s for beating the crap out of that jerk over there.”

She moved passed him, leaving him staring off silently at the now empty cage, shocked.

“Clarice!” The hero’s voice sounded odd with his bloody nose and broken jaw, but he called out to his girlfriend as clearly as he could. The woman in question quickly walked up, her red heels clicking on the floor beneath her.

STOMP! The Hero screeched at clutched at his crotch, where Ms. Whitling had just ground the heel of her shoe into.

“We’re breaking up, you worthless scum.” She glared at him for a few extra moments, before marching towards her fellow captive. “Erica, was it? So sorry that he spoke to you like that, please ignore him.”

Ms. Slade smiled and waved an arm. “ Oh believe me, he’s ignored.”

“Great! Let’s go get coffee.” They moved together towards the door, and once they reached the locked metal gate turned to face me.

“Unless you want to continue to detain us?” The Villain shuddered at Ms. Whitling’s cheerful voice, wincing at the thought of facing any more of either woman’s wrath. He pressed the button, which opened the gate.

“I thought so.” They started to leave.

“Wait…” he called out without thinking. With both of them staring again he started to stutter. “I mean… I’m sorry I kidnapped you two… um… if you guys ever need any help, just let me know.”

Ms. Slade laughed. “You want to join us for coffee?”

He stared at her in shock. “Really?! Can I ? I...I would be honored.”

With that the three of them headed out to drink coffee. The Villain wasn’t sure what to expect from here on out, but no matter what, it was sure to be interesting.

#writing #short story #violence #predjudice #super hero #super villain #thanks for the prompt!

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mysmessmistake · 7 years

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How about a really intimidating/rude teenage MC? Y'know, a teen that's built on angst? That swears a lot? (But they're not all bad, they're just like that when they first people people? Thanks

Everything is platonic, no romance here. Also, there is A LOT of swearing so just be aware

Yoosung

unbelievably intimidated

Kinda glad he isn’t the youngest anymore

But honestly??? You don’t act that young

You act like you grew up on the streets… in the rough part of town.

When you first met, he thought you might be dangerous

“Are you a dangerous person?”

“I will be if you keep acting fucking stupid”

S c a r e d

After he got to know you… he was still scared

He thought you’d be like Rika… and then you weren’t…

“You’re nothing like Rika”

“No fucking shit, I’m MC not Rika”

You ain’t having none of that

After knowing him for a while, he learnt about you and your past

Suddenly he’s the protective big brother

“Yoosung I could put you on your ass in three seconds I don’t need you to protect me”

Asks you on advice on being more brave, and on self defence

“MC! Tell me stories about your gang member days?”

“Gang- what the hell Yoosung? I’ve never been in a gang!”

“That’s what Seven told me!”

“Sevens a fucking liar I’ll cut him if he makes up bullshit like that again”

Oooooookay

Avoids believing anything Seven says

When he and Seven suggest going to scope out Mint Eye

Boy howdy were you so not okay with that

“Have you ever been taught anything ever; you don’t go to the fucking place with the bad people”

You knew that if they went there, either they’d get hurt or you’d be dragged into more BS

Of course, Yoosung went anyway because-

“I’m older than them! I can make my own decisions!”

And then he got hurt

“Maybe they were right..”

After the RFA party, MC sees Yoosung as a younger brother she needs to protect, much to Yoosungs embarrassment because it should be the other way around

You go to him when you have problems with school

And he goes to you when he has problems with his masculinity…

Jaehee

at first she’s very concerned that you are here to hurt them

“How do we know we can trust you? It would make me feel better if you told us a bit about yourself”

“I really don’t care how you feel so fuck off”

Confronted and offended

But this isn’t the first time she’s been spoken to in a very disrespectful manner, she did work for Jumin after all.

After she got over her initial thoughts of you being dangerous, she became very… protective

In a motherly way

“Are you attending school regularly? Who do you live with? Do your parents know where you are? Can you handle the responsibility of the RFA?”

Whoa calm down

You are fond of Jaehee because of how much she cares for you, you weren’t shown that when you were younger

You threatened Jumin every time he brings up something else to add to Jaehee’s work load.

“One day Jaehee is going to quit and you’re going to realise how fucking useless you are without her and you’ll try to hire an assistant as good as Jaehee but your efforts will be futile because Jaehee is the greatest good you’re ever gonna get”

“MC did you just quote The Incredibles?”

“Shut the fuck up Seven or I’ll shove your face into a blender”

One time, when you were sleep deprived on groupchat and completely getting ready to pass out, you accidentally called Jaehee Mom.

“Get some rest, MC, the party is coming up and you don’t want to be too tired to attend”

“Thanks Mom”

You logged out two seconds after, and Jaehee was completely confused

She also felt bad, that you hadn’t had a good enough mother figure and you considered her of all people as your mother

You also got shit from Seven for it the next day

Until you threatened to shove his keyboard so far up his ass he could type with his rib cage

He left you alone

Zen

Realises you’re not to be messed with straight away because of the very first thing you said

“Maybe it’s a beautiful woman!”

“I’m a fucking kid you fucking creep”

Mental note: do not fuck with

He’s met people like you when he was younger and they are terrifying to be on the bad side of

Though, when you joined the RFA, he felt like a bit of his reckless youth was coming back to him

You remind him of himself when he was your age

That kinda scares him, because he did not do good things when he was younger

He hopes you don’t go down too bad of a path…

“Stay on a clear path, Ok MC?”

“Zen I’m a reckless teen I’m not about to go snort cocaine off a stripper’s ass and join the Mafia”

Becomes the protective big brother

He’s better at it than Yoosung

But you still don’t really need it

And the fact that you can handle yourself is shown when Unknown breaks into the apartment you’re in

Everyone panics when they’re hear the news.

“Oh my god MC is a child and she’s about to be kidnapped how will we live with ourselves?”

Suddenly, you message the groupchat

Everyone freaks

“MC!! What happened are you okay??”

“I’m fine”

“What about the guy that broke into your apartment??”

“I hit him over the head”

“With a frying pan”

“I hope he isn’t dead…”

MC PLEASE

He wasn’t dead, but he had a very bad concussion

Zen comes to you when he’s playing a role that requires him to act badass and like a jerk

You’re kinda offended, kinda honoured

Jumin

Nope

Not happening

You’re a kid, you can’t run an organisation! Seven, take them away

“Since MC is so young they’re probably useless to the RFA”

“Excuse me twinkle toes but if I can take on three guys at once that are all twice my size with guns I can handle emailing a few people”

Wait you did what?

After getting to know each other, Jumin begins to offer to pay for everything

“MC I noticed you haven’t yet paid your school fees, would you like me to take care of them

"Jumin what the fuck how did you know that”

He treats you like any other person, but with a little more caution since he knows you could totally mess his shit up

When you get 30+ people to attend the RFA party, he is thoroughly impressed

“Perhaps you could work for my company when you are older, MC”

“Go to hell”

“Didn’t think so”

You and Jumin have this weird mutual friendship

While it’s weird for the pair of you to hang out with someone who is almost ten years older/younger than you, you enjoy each other’s company at the RFA parties

That’s probably because he doesn’t beat around the bush

And you’re not afraid to speak your mind

“I’m thinking of having a photo shoot for Elizabeth the Third, what do you think?”

“I think your emotional attachment to this cat is because you weren’t loved enough as a child and now you cling to what you can force and trick into loving you and staying with you against its unknowing will”

Jesus MC chill would you

Jumin won’t admit it, but he’s proud to see you grow up and start to take on the world in your own unique way.

Saeyoung

well that’s not what he was expecting to see on the security cameras

You looked like you’d just stepped out of an action movie

Jokes about your age in chat a lot

“Wait, you’re not supposed to be this young!! What are you doing here?”

Also, acts shocked every time you say something rude to him even though he’s use to it

“I should live off HBC for the rest of my life!”

“I should burn all of the HBC in the world in front of you and then live off your tears”

Yikes

He treats you like a little sister, but he’s the annoying kind of brother that sets out to embarrass you

When things start going downhill, he tries to push you away so you can remain alive and well, and graduate high school and have a life

“You shouldn’t be friends with someone like me, MC, I’m very dangerous, I’ll get you killed”

“If you really think some mysterious ass bullshit like that will send me running for the hills you really haven’t learnt anything”

You and Vanderwood get along swimmingly

It’s like Vanderwood meets Mini-Vanderwood

Saeyoung questions if you’re secretly siblings and Vanderwood was taken away before you were born

Because of your badass skills you managed to make sure that no bullets hit Saeyoung, which means he never passed out and he could stop Saeran from killing V

Hooray for Badass MC

He’s glad that someone can counteract his jokes with sarcastic comments or funny threats, and not just calling him stupid all the time

“God 707 is here to save the day!”

“May everyone pray to a different god then”

“I haven’t slept in three days”

“Really? Judging by your looks I would’ve guessed three weeks”

You two are very good at throwing insults back and forth

He considers the fact that you might be more dangerous than he is

feels so bad

Feels horrible

He feels so, so bad that a kid was wrapped up in this

“I’m deeply sorry MC, I cannot begin to express my apologies for you getting dragged into this”

“Listen dude you apologise one more time and I’m gonna throw up okay?”

He tries to avoid you because he feels so guilty

He avoids you all the way up until the moment you set foot in the RFA base with Vanderwood and Saeyoung

As if he didn’t feel bad enough, you save him from being shot by pushing him out of the way.

Then he starts to apologise again

“I’m so sorry you were dragged into such a mess-”

“For the love of fuck V, shut up”

He smiles

He’s like the cool uncle that’s always high

Except V doesn’t do drugs

You think…

Either way, you and V have a pretty chill friendship, you only see each other at the RFA parties, or if another RFA member has decided to get everyone to hang out

You quietly sit in each other company, not bothering one another

You totally swear him out for not getting the eye surgery

“Listen you fucking moron, I get you loved Rika but she hurt you so bad that you soon you won’t be able to fucking see, and in case you’ve forgotten there are six other people who want to see you happy, and don’t want to see you with a walking stick or a guide dog. Not to mention your entire fucking career is based on being able to see, so for the love of fuck get the surgery”

You were very convincing

You go to him for a lot of life advice because he seems pretty wise

Unless it’s relationship advice

That should probably be left for Zen or something

He still feels guilty that a kid got thrown into this mess

But you reassure him in a very forceful way that it’s not his fault and he needs to calm down

Saeran

“Rika you made me lure a child what the fuck”

He didn’t know you were so young, you looked older, like you’d been through some shit, so he didn’t question it

But while monitoring the group chat he noticed you mention something about being in high school

high school?!

Still…

he trusts his leader

When he breaks into the apartment to kidnap you and force you to join a cult have a little chat

He was not expecting you to round-house kick him straight in the face and knock him out

When he came too his brother was there and it all went downhill from there

When you guys were at the Mint Eye HQ, he threatened you to stop being so difficult

You guys had a contest for most intense stare

This was cut off by the Rika fiasco

After all the jazz with Rika, and now that Saeran was safe and secure with Saeyoung in the bunker, the two of you realised how alike you were

You guys acted like twins, more so than him and Saeyoung, you liked the same music, you both insulted Saeyoung (although your insults didn’t stop there) and you both swore like you’d just stubbed your pinkie toe on a table leg

You ever expected him to say anything, or act friendly towards you

And he never expected you to ease up on him since he’d been through a lot

The two of you insulted and half-argued a lot

“Give me the remote, MC”

“You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands you fucker”

“That can be arranged”

Everyone is a little worried you guys aren’t joking

You were possibly the only one that could intimidate anyone more than Saeran could

Yoosung and Saeyoung often had debates as to who had the worse death glare

“MC’s stare has the fury of a thousand suns!”

“I will throw you into the sun a thousand times if you do not shut the fuck up right now”

Eventually Saeran apologises for trying to kidnap you, and for tricking you, he truly didn’t realise you were just a kid.

You forgave him but warned him if he tried to do it again you’d make sure they never found his body

He thinks that’s fair

#mystic Messenger #mystic messenger headcannon #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger jaehee #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger saeran #mystic messenger v #mystic messenger zen

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imagine-it-like-this · 7 years

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Title: Burn the Witch Characters: Rowena, reader Relationships: Rowena/reader Genres: Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance Warnings: Whump

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Rowena and you have been through it all in your two years of knowing each other, but never, in a million years, would you have thought a bunch of religious nuts would kidnap her and attempt to burn her at the stake for the horrible crime of being a witch.

You made your presence known by blasting the door clear off its hinges with a simple glance. You were in no mood for pleasantries, and considering these people wanted to kill your lover in one of the worst ways possible, they were lucky you didn't set them on fire on sight to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Rowena was tied to a wooden stake, her wrists bound behind her back. Straw and firewood laid beneath her feet, waiting for the torch the old guy (whom you assumed was their leader) held to light it.

"Drop it!" you ordered, your tone leaving no place for argument.

Rowena stirred up, startled by your voice, and turned to look at you. Noticing a dark purple bruise around her eye, you clenched your fists in anger. They were going to pay for that. They were going to pay for everything they'd put her through.

The fanatics, all five of them, pointed their rifles at you, and you barely resisted a chuckle. As if those things could hurt you. Ever since Rowena had gotten you a Resurrection Seal of your own, there weren't that many things that made you fear for your life.

The sixth one, the guy holding the torch, smirked at you smugly. He was enjoying this more than he should have. You made a mental note to make sure his death was the worst.

"And why should I?"

"'Cause if you don't, something really bad will happen to you."

Correction: something really bad would happen to them either way, but if they stopped what they were doing, you were willing to make it hurt a tad less. It all depended on how much they pissed you off, and right now they were treading on a dangerous line.

"You're unholy," one of the rifle holders, a bearded man in his mid thirties, said.

"You need to be cleansed," a blonde woman whom you assumed to be his wife, judging by their matching bands, added.

That was rich, coming from people who couldn't take Rowena on without drugging her first. It must have felt great to beat on and tie up a helpless witch who couldn't even defend herself. Whatever they'd given her was strong; you could tell she was struggling to keep her head upright.

Your anger burned stronger. Oh, how you would make them scream! Forget mercy – they deserved nothing but the worst, and that was exactly what they were going to get.

"It's okay," the torch guy said, nodding to his comrades before turning back to you. "I'll do what you asked."

And with that he dropped the torch onto the straw, and in a split second a large fire burned up, finding its way over to Rowena's feet.

Fuck!

Bad choice of words.

Rowena's eyes widened in fear. She struggled against the restrains, trying to free herself, but all attempts were futile. The ropes around her wrists were too strong.

"You will pay for that, you bastard!" you snarled, eyeing him and the rest of his merry group as you readied the very first incantation your girlfriend had taught you. "Impetus bestiarum! Occidete invicem!"

One by one, the fanatics began to scream, their eyes turning blood red as animalistic growls ripped from their throats. Just as you ran over to Rowena, their eyes found one another and soon enough they were at each other's throats, quite literally, ripping and gnawing at fresh flesh.

"Rowena!"

Her dress had caught fire, flames eating their way up the left side of her body. She screamed out loud as pain ripped through her leg, the fire licking at the sensitive skin.

Your eyes welled up in tears and, feeling helpless, you let out a barrage of curses. What was the spell to put out fire, again?

"Exstinguere," you exclaimed, hoping you got it right. Latin wasn't one of your strong suits.

Luckily, your magic heard your call and the flames died down in an instant, leaving behind a cloud of dark smoke. Breathing out in relief, you went to free Rowena's wrists and your heart swelled with sympathy as you took in the state of her injuries. The ropes, thin and razor sharp, had cut into her skin. Blood was pouring out the cuts, fresh and warm.

She yelped when you started fiddling with the ropes. "It's okay," you told her gently. "Let me take them off. It'll only hurt for a moment."

As soon as she was freed, you took her into your arms, holding her tightly against you. She held on to you as if she hadn't seen you in centuries, burying her head in the crook of your neck.

"You're safe, sweetheart," you whispered. "I got you. Come now, let me take you home."

Home was a small apartment you owned. It was far from the glamour of the five star hotels the two of you were used to, but it was cozy and had a homely feel to it that no luxury could replace. Rowena would never admit it out loud, but she loved that tiny place. She felt safer there than she did anywhere else.

"I can't. My leg…"

You carefully sat her down, pushing up her charred dress to examine the extent of her injuries. A large, nasty looking burn spread from her ankle all the way up to her thigh. The skin was raw, an ugly bright red that looked awful and hurt even worse.

"Damn it!" you swore. "You can't walk at all?" You hoped with everything you had that she could.

"I could try, but I don't think we'd get far. It hurts, and also, they injected me with somethin'. I feel strange." She looked you in the eye. "Ye should leave. Don't worry about me."

"Never!" you fired, outraged at her suggestion. How could she even think you'd ever leave her? "You hear me? Don't even think that! I don't ever want to hear you say that! Have I made myself clear?"

"So dramatic," she teased, pulling on a small smile.

"When it comes to you, always." Being dramatic was the only way you could get through to someone as stubborn as her. "Listen, the car is just around the corner. It's not a long walk. Wanna give it a go? I'll help you."

"Alright," she reluctantly gave in. "I'll try."

You let her throw an arm around you, yours in turn wrapping around her waist for support. She limped and hissed all the way over to the car, but managed to pull through without much trouble. You made sure to compliment her on her strength; after everything she'd been through in the past few hours, she deserved a little praise.

By the time you reached your apartment, the drugs had worn off. Rowena was still weak; her injuries hurt like hell, but she was able to use little bits of magic and her head had gotten somewhat clearer.

As per her request, the first thing you did was run her a hot bath. You wanted to take care of her injuries, but she was adamant that she get clean first – she wanted to get all the filth off herself as soon as possible, even if it meant enduring a little bit of pain.

You helped her out of her tattered dress by ripping the ruined fabric apart and letting the pieces slip to the floor. Once she was naked and you could absorb the full extent of her leg injury, you wondered how the hell she withstood the pain she certainly must have been in. If it had been you, you would have curled up on the floor and cried out incoherently until the pain meds you most certainly would have taken started working.

You led her into the bathtub and positioned her to sit between your open legs, careful not to disturb the painful-looking deep purple bruises on her abdomen. Those fanatics had beaten her good. Rage swelled up in you from even the thought of how much they had to have pounded on her to cause that kind of damage.

Rowena seemed to be taking it well. She hadn't protested much, and save from a few hisses and yelps, the water, as well as the warmth and safety of your arms around her, seemed to have relaxed her.

It was when you poured some shampoo into the water that she stirred, after moments of just laying in your arms, and let out a pained moan.

"It burns," she said, motioning to her raw wrists and burned leg.

"It's the shampoo," you explained, feeling guilty for causing her unnecessary pain. "For your hair. I'm sorry."

She sighed. "It's fine," she said, thought her voice told you it was anything but fine.

"I'll be quick."

You gently massaged her scalp, smiling as she relaxed once again under the softness of your touch. After you were done with her hair, you made sure to scrub away all the dirt and caked blood glued to her pale skin; you realized how dirty she really was once you exited the bathtub and glanced upon the brownish-pink water going down the drain.

After getting her a set of clean clothes (an old tank top and soft shorts you had outgrown back in junior high school) and blow-drying her hair, you sat her next to you on the couch in the living room and, having prepared the bandages and healing salve she'd made for you weeks ago following a nasty encounter with a werewolf, started working on her injuries.

"Tell me if I hurt you," you told her, carefully taking her hand so you could inspect her wrist. It had stopped bleeding, but the wound was still open, very obviously painful.

Rowena smiled through the pain. "Don't worry, dear. I've been through worse."

What could have possibly been worse than this? You didn't dare ask. The situation was depressing enough as it was. "Wanna talk about what happened?"

"There isn't much to say. Ow!" she yelped as you applied the salve to the open wound. That thing had an unfortunate side effect of causing pain before speeding up the healing process.

"Sorry," you said guiltily, tenderly wrapping the bandage around her wrist before reaching for her other one. "They did horrible things to you. I can't even imagine–"

"So don't! Let us not dwell on the past."

"Alright," you gave in. You didn't want to pressure her into doing something she wasn't comfortable with. Heaven knows she'd had enough of that for one day.

"I'm fine. Honest," she said, seeing the worried look on your face. She pulled on a small smile. "What's a little beatin' and fire for an ol' witch like me?"

"This isn't funny, Rowena! You could have died!"

How could she joke at a time like this? You had been scared to death that you would lose her, that she would die without a goodbye and leave you all alone in this world you already despised enough with her in it. You didn't know what you would have done had you not been able to see her again.

"You're bein' dramatic, Y/N," she said, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Dramatic?"

Gritting your teeth in anger, you tightened the bandage, causing her to let out a pained groan. Good, you thought. You hated the thought of hurting her, but if she had to learn the hard way what her attitude was doing to you, so be it.

"I've been worried sick ever since you disappeared! I almost went to the Winchesters for help. The Winchesters, Rowena! Hunters! It's fine that you're so casual about this, but newsflash, sweetheart – I love you, and the thought of you being in pain hurts me! You're free to get yourself into all kinds of fucked up shit, but not on my watch. You hear me? 'Cause as long as I'm here, I'm gonna worry about you!"

She stared at you, her expression softening at the concern that washed over your features, prompting a single tear to slide down your cheek. You weren't certain what went through her head; you could see your words impacted her, shook her to the very core, but reading her actual feelings was mission impossible.

Rowena wasn't used to people caring about her. All her life she'd only had herself to depend on, herself to trust. Everyone she'd ever crossed paths with had either betrayed her or abandoned her. You were the first genuine thing she'd had in centuries and she didn't know how to deal. She trusted you, immensely, truly, but the experience was still foreign to her. It was almost like she'd expected you to betray her, expected you to sell her out to some hunter and leave without ever coming back.

She was a mesmerizing tragedy. Even with all the scars and bruises, both physical and psychological, she was gorgeous, a beautiful disaster you loved more than anything in the world.

"How could ye love someone like me, after all I've done?" she asked suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between you.

Loving her was far from easy. You knew what you were getting into from the very start. You'd witnessed firsthand her manipulation tactics. How she'd play the Winchesters even when they were the ones keeping her chained up. Hell, she'd even tried to manipulate you while you were doing your best to make sure they wouldn't hurt her while they held her captive. She'd given up once she realized you were on her side, but still, she never completely stopped being her worst self.

Hearing her say she would never love anything broke your heart into a million pieces. That had turned out to be false, however, those words still hurt, having to listen to them while, head over heels by now, practically begging Castiel and Crowley not to hurt her.

You had almost called it quits when the whole thing with Lucifer happened, but watching her die made you realize you weren't ready to let her go. She had become a constant in your life, a part you couldn't imagine living without.

"I just do," you replied. You didn't really have a reason. Rowena was beautiful, powerful, dangerous, a force to be reckoned with and, once you got to know her, the biggest sweetheart you could ever meet. She was just Rowena, and that was enough for you to love her. "You're Rowena fucking MacLeod. Isn't that enough?"

That prompted her to chuckle. "I appreciate everythin' ye've done for me. I'm sorry if I came off as ungrateful. I love ye, Y/N. I guess I'm still strugglin' to accept that someone could love a person like me."

"You're very lovable." Finishing her wrist, you brought her hand to your lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Don't ever think that you're not." You glanced down to her abdomen. "Your ribs okay?"

"Aye. It's just a few bruises. I'll be fine."

"And your face?"

"Same."

"God, Rowena, I hate this." You cupped her cheek so you could inspect the deep purple bruise around her eye. "I hate them for doing this to you."

"I'll live. They won't." She gave you a proud smile. "That was quite an astonishing feat, my dear. I'm impressed."

You blushed at her praise. You could win a Nobel prize, and not even that could compare to the joy of having her respect. "I learned from the best."

"You flatter me," she said, smiling brightly. She loved compliments as much – if not more – as you did.

"Put your leg up," you instructed as you got up and pulled over a nearby chair to sit on.

Rowena obeyed, letting out a groan at the outburst of pain caused by the sudden movement. A string of empathy pulled at your fast beating heart. You hated seeing her in pain, and loathed those who'd caused it. A small part of you took solace in the fact that they paid for it with their lives. However, their death, as horrifying as it was, didn't make her pain go away.

You would have gladly taken all her suffering onto yourself, if given a chance. Anything, just so she wouldn't have to suffer.

"This is going to hurt," you told her as you prepared the salve. By your estimate, her burn was somewhere between first and second degree; while it was nowhere as bad as it could have been, it was still nasty and touching it would hurt like a bitch.

"It's alright. Just do it," she replied calmly, though the dread that crossed her face gave her away. She was scared, deadly so; scared of more pain, of torment that didn't seem to end no matter how much time she gave it. In the end, something would always happen and regress all her progress back to zero.

It wasn't fair, you thought. Rowena may have been bad in the past, but she was trying her hardest to be a better person. She deserved a chance.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," you whispered, getting up shortly just to give her a kiss to the forehead. "I'll be gentle."

"I know, darlin'. Do what ye must do. I'll be fine," she assured you, forcing on a smile to placate you.

Taking a deep breath for courage, you started rubbing the cool, creamy salve over her burn. The moment your hand touched the soft injury, Rowena let out a hiss, her face twisting into a pained grimace.

"I'm sorry," you said, your sympathy-filled eyes welling up with tears. You were the one hurting her now, and you hated yourself for it. It was to help her, yes, but the fact remained that it was because of you that she was in so much pain. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I can stop if you want."

"Keep goin'," she insisted. "I'll be alright."

"You sure?"

"Aye."

"Okay. If you need me to stop, let me know."

"Just get it over with."

The following twenty minutes, which was how long it took you to finish up her leg, had been hell. Despite all her attempts to keep quiet, a few screams that sounded like they came straight from nightmares had managed to tear from Rowena's throat. You were glad the apartment had been magic proofed, otherwise the police would have been called the very first time your touch to a particularly sensitive place on the large wound have caused her to shriek like a banshee.

You begged her to let you stop for just a bit, but she was adamant that you finish what you started. She may have been in unimaginable pain, but Rowena sure knew how to be intimidating. You didn't dare go against her pointed glare and sharp tone.

Once the salve had been applied and all the bandages were in place, you let out a breath you'd been holding for a while, happy to have finally finished the difficult task. It wasn't that you minded taking care of Rowena; nothing could measure with joy of being trusted enough for her to let you see her at her worst. To help her you had to hurt her, and that, despite the positive results, made you hate yourself more than anything.

She was still shaking like an addict craving a fix when you let go of her leg. You remembered that feeling well from the time that werewolf attacked you and she'd applied that very same salve to your deep scratches. It was some old recipe she'd found in one of the books she'd acquired over the centuries. In order for the wound to heal faster, the salve had to irritate it, and that tended to go as far as doubling the pain.

You recalled shaking the very same way, on that very same couch, crying into Rowena's chest as she held you and murmured soothing words. You'd spent the entire night like that, wrapped in the safety of her tiny arms.

You'd only managed to fall asleep in the early morning hours. When you woke up a few hours later, you'd found her bent over a stove, making you soup mixed with some potion she'd claimed – which had later proven to be true – would help keep your mind at ease for the rest of the ordeal.

It took almost two days for your scratches to stop hurting. You shuddered at the thought of Rowena being like this for the next forty-eight hours.

"This bloody hurts!" she whimpered, desperately reaching for her bandaged leg in hopes of easing the pain. The moment her hand pressed against the wound, she let out another scream. Tears she'd been holding back for hours finally spilled down her face, turning her naturally rosy cheeks a deep shade of red.

Your hands balled into fists in anger; anger at the people who'd done this to her and at the salve for having this horrifying side effect.

It was when she started scratching at her wrists, which, despite not being as affected, still hurt like hell, that you rejoined her on the couch and wrapped her in a tender, loving embrace.

"Don't do that," you told her, clasping your hand over hers to stop her from picking at the bandages.

Letting out a soft groan, she nestled into you, leaning her head against your chest.

"I don't think I can take this much longer."

She was full on crying now, pressing her lips into a firm line to suffocate the sobs that threatened to rip from her mouth.

You could tell she hated uttering those words, hated herself for showing vulnerability so openly, and it broke your heart to see her like that; broken, on the verge of a breakdown.

"Yes, you can," you told her. "And you will. If anyone can do it, it's you. If you need to scream, do it. Holding it in isn't healthy. Just let it go. I won't think any less of you." Your grip on her hand tightened in reassurance. "I promise, sweetheart. Whatever you do, I won't judge you."

So she did. She let it go, let the sobs and screams and shrieks roam free until her throat grew sore and she had no other choice but to bury her head in your chest and cry inconsolably.

Your soul hurt at the sight of her, so fragile, so vulnerable, but the only thing you could do was hold her and rub soft, soothing circles across her back.

"You're my strong girl," you murmured in an attempt to console her and get her to keep fighting for the only person who could truly get her through everything that awaited her was herself. "I know you can do this."

"I can," she agreed, her voice a tad more confident than before. It wasn't much, but it was progress. "I survived the British Men of Letters. I survived the Grand Coven. I survived Lucifer, and he actually killed me. I can do this."

"That's the spirit!"

"Thank ye, Y/N. Ye've been nothin' but kind to me. I owe you."

"You owe me nothing. You did the same thing for me when that werewolf hurt me. You've stayed awake for two days to watch over me. Now it's time for me to return the favor."

You leaned down to kiss the top of her head, nuzzling her hair like a puppy in need of cuddling.

"I'm not going to leave you. Whatever happens, I'm here. I love you, Rowena. Seeing you like this hurts me. And I will do everything in my power to make you as comfortable as possible."

"That's nice of ye to say."

"And I mean every single word. You're not alone in this, honey. Not anymore – and never again. I promise. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

She chuckled at the last part. "I love ye."

"You better," you teased, diving for another kiss, this one to her cheek.

It took a few hours for her to finally drift off to peaceful slumber. You followed right after her, holding onto her as if she were a plushie you used to sleep with as a child.

And, just as expected, two days later she was as good as new. The wound had still not properly healed, but most of the pain was gone and your girl was back to being her confident self again, the side of her you never, until now, thought you'd miss more than anything in the world.

CREDITS: Editor: @apritelleorai Latin: @oswinthestrange

The bathing scene is @apritelleorai's idea. She was kind enough to allow me to borrow it.

These two beautiful ladies have my utmost gratitude!

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