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that-sarcastic-writer · 4 years

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Overprotective- Spencer Reid X Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Young!Reader

Request by @ghostofmags : can we get a spencer imagine where the reader is younger and he likes to think he has to protect her because she also is very smol :) thanks

Warnings: cursing, like lots of it, angst, relationship problems, specified female reader, fluff at the end

WC: 1.7k

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A/N: little note here, so when I read younger I thought ten or so years younger. So Spencer is let's say 38 or 39 (pretty much his actual age) and reader is about 28. Also, I might mention the fact that reader is shorter than Spencer, because that's what it says on the request, it's not a big deal, but I'm saying anyways in case someone doesn't like that. But honestly idrk if this is what you wanted? But, here it is, I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted

You hadn't exchanged a word since you landed. There was so much tension radiating between you and Spencer you could cut it slick with a knife. And it wasn't because you didn't have anything to say. God no. You had so much to say you felt like you were going to explode. But you were professional and you didn't want to make a scene in front of the team. So you waited until you were at the privacy of your shared apartment to make a scene. And the moment you heard Spencer shut the front door behind him, you started yelling.

"I can't fucking believe you, Spencer!" You yelled at the Doctor, your voice just echoing on the walls.

Needless to say, Spencer was not in the mood, nor had the energy to deal with you right now. The case the team had been working on was a particularly long and difficult one and he was exhausted. He let out a long and exasperated sigh, running a hand through his brown curls, mentally preparing himself to deal with you, "can we not do this right now? I'm exhausted, I really don't want to fight." He pretty much begged, sounding exhausted beyond relief. In a different situation, you would've been more reasonable, more understanding and you would've let it go. But this time, it just became too much, you were too angry and too frustrated with him to let it go.

"Oh no, we're doing this right now. You're gonna listen to everything I have to say." You said almost sternly, crossing your arms over your chest. You were just trying not to snap, you really were trying. But the response he gave you wasn't helping, at all.

He sighed again and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead before speaking, "look, you can yell at me all you want. Tomorrow. I'm really not in the mood to deal with this right now." He half rolled his eyes and sighed, starting to walk away. Probably not the wisest choice.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he started to walk away, your lips pursing together irritatingly, "Spencer, don't walk away or I swear to God." You pretty much growled, your words coming out harsher than you intended to and a hand came to grab his forearm, making him stop dead on his tracks. You could've sworn you heard him mutter under his breath as he took a few steps back until you let his arm go.

"What." Was his only response, his tone absolutely stripped of emotion and care, and he held an equally blank face expression. It took all of your will power not to strangle him right there and then.

"Don't fucking what me, Spencer. I'm fucking tired of you treating me like a goddamn child!" You shouted at him, hands coming up in the air as you shouted angry words at the tall brunette. Who's only response was an unamused expression and a roll of eyes. "See what I mean? You're always undermining me and you never take me seriously. You always talk for me, you refuse to let me talk to unsubs alone, I always have to be on the field with you. And that's if I even get to go out on the field in the first place, because you make sure to make me stay back every chance you get!" You continued to shout, letting out every frustration you've bottled up for the past two years you've been dating Spencer.

All the while, Spencer stood there silently, taking all your screams quietly. He was usually rather calm and collected during your part of a fight, and he'd listen, quietly. And that was just worse than screaming at you from the get go, because that meant you were going to get a mouthful when you were done. He was like the calm before the storm. And you definitely didn't want to be around when that storm finally came by.

"Spencer, you can't just keep me out of the field like that whenever you fucking please. I may be younger than you, but that doesn't mean I'm less capable of doing my job than you are. And I just wish you would stop treating me like a child, who needs to be under your protection twenty-four-seven because I don't." You finally finished your rant, your voice lowering down by the end of it. But you were still just as agitated and frustrated. You were basically all up in his face by the time you were done. Well, all up in his chest, because you barely made it to his chin. Meaning, you had to tilt your head up as much as you could to look at him, and even then, you stood short.

The entire time you spoke, Spencer kept his gaze forward, way past your head, not even bothering you to look down at you. Until he decided to speak. "You done?" He finally looked down at you, his lips pursed into an irritated expression. You crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged as a response. "Great. Now that you're done unnecessarily screaming at my face, we can talk like the adult you claim to be." He started, already pushing at your buttons even more. "You see, I would treat you like an adult, I really would, I would if you acted like one. Maybe if you weren't so short fused, or if you actually showed me you can handle things on your own I wouldn't feel the need to have to protect you all the time."

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you listened to him continue to undermine you. Maybe having this conversation after a week long case and a five hour flight wasn't exactly ideal. Spencer can be more harsh and— with a lack of a better word— more of an ass during arguments when tired and annoyed. And you figured, you were getting nowhere screaming at him. He didn't respond well to that.

"I'm an adult, Spencer, I'm damn near thirty years old, I don't need your protection." You defended, puffing out a small breath through your nose, "and I get that I still may be younger than you but I'm not your daughter, I don't need you watching over my shoulder all the time, shielding me from the dangers of the world. And I just wish you stopped treating like some helpless child that needs your protection." You said, your tone changing from angry to tired and hurt. Because as much as you hated to admit it, every time Spencer treated you like you weren't capable of taking care of yourself, it made you feel just as such.

Spencer stayed silent for a good minute, his previously cold and hard expression of annoyance starting to slowly soften. He let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand into his curls but still said nothing.

You sighed, shaking your head before turning around to walk away, knowing this conversation was going nowhere. Spencer took that as his cue to do something. "Hey, no, come here." He sighed, reaching to grab a hold of your arm like you did his earlier. And you stopped when you felt his grip of your arm, half turning your body to face him and simply let him slowly drag you back, not fighting but not welcoming him either. You looked up at him with a deep frown and pursed lips, your arms folded over your chest, letting him know you weren't letting your walls down so easily.

"I know you're not my daughter. I never said you were." He starts to say, carefully grabbing your face into his significantly larger hands and looked down at you with his usually soft amber eyes, "but you're my girlfriend, and I love you. And I don't know if I could ever live with the idea of losing the love of my life again. That's why I'm so protective of you all the time."

You let out a small breath, your demeanor starting to change into a more calm and relaxed one the moment he grabbed your face. You slowly relaxed your body, eventually dropping your arms to your sides and your expression half softened.

You always knew Spencer was scared of losing the people he loved, god knows he has, but something about hearing him say that broke your heart and it made you want to understand him, "Spencer, I know. And I get it, I really do. But you can't just keep me from doing my job just because you want to protect me. I'm not any less capable at taking care of myself than you are just because I'm younger and it really hurts that you think I can't take of myself."

"I know and I'm sorry. But can you blame? You're just so—" he lightly squeezed your face in his hands, finding amusement in how small you looked from his perspective, having to tilt his head down to look at him and even tower over you sometimes. "I could easily pin you down or throw you over my shoulder. I mean, look how small and cute you are, you really blame for trying to protect you all the time?" He laughed softly, going back to his cute and more playful demeanor you loved so much, wanting apologize for his previous words and behavior in a way he knew would work better on you than an apology.

Though you still laughed at his words, they still earned him a glare and a hard smack on the chest, "I may be small and short but I can still kick your ass faster than you can name kidnapping statistics so don't even test me." You said matter of factly, narrowing your eyes at him and playfully poked his chest.

Spencer chuckled, raising his arms up in defense and nodded, taking a step back playfully, "yeah, I've seen you train, and shoot. I'd rather not your aim." He laughed softly, stepping forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body to his, "but seriously, you're the strongest, bravest and most capable woman I've ever met, and I'm sorry if I've made you feel like you aren't. I just, I could never live with the fact that I let you get hurt or couldn't protect you if something ever happened to you. But I promise I'll work on my protectiveness."

"That's all I wanted to hear."

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So this is my first Spencer Reid work. Honestly I'm not too happy with the end result of it. But we all start somewhere right? I'm trying to get back to writing so if you have any Reid request please send them my way. And if you'd like to be added to my Spencer Reid tag list also let me know. So yeah, thanks for reading this garbage and I'm out for now. Buh bye!

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #Matthew gray Gubler #mgg #x reader #x reader insert #self insert

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castiel-barnes · 3 years

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The meeting.

The mandalorian and the Jedi series. Chapter 1.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Jedi! Reader.

Summary: After being assigned a bounty for an asset, the last thing that Din expects is to meet a jedi.

Warnings: angst. Swearing maybe. Mentions of blood and torture.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Chapter 2

Masterlist.

A/N: Decided to make another series. This is probably gonna be bad because my writing is crap but here ya go.

Tags: @scribbledghost @phoenixhalliwell @farfromjustordinary @ginger-swag-rapunzel

Din had been to Karga to get the credits he got from his latest bounties. He'd picked up a new job and headed to the building. Walking inside he was greeted by 4 stormtroopers and the client. The guy who was hiring Din for the job, was imperial.

Din was informed that the asset was fifty years old. And that was it. The only things Din had to help him find the asset was a chain code, last know location and a tracking fob. Not an easy bounty then.

The job was to get an asset on Arvala-7, a desert planet quite barren and quiet.

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Arvala-7:

Din landed on the planet in a canyon area, with a few land marks so he could remember where he landed. Looking through the scope of his pulse rifle, he checked for anyone or thing that might be around. But then out of nowhere a blurg attacked him.

After helping an ugnaught named Kuill with the blurgs, and showing Din the way. He arrived at said compound where the asset was meant to be.

"Damn bounty droids." Din muttered to himself as he saw an IG unit enter the compound.

"IG unit stand down!" Din shouted,

The IG unti turned around and shot Din in the pauldron, which threw Din to the ground winded slightly.

"I'm in the guild!" Din exclaimed sitting up slightly,

"I thought I was the only guild member on this job." The IG unit replied.

"That makes two of us." Din stated. The next few moments happened to go almost down hill. Din and the IG unit got into a huge blaster fight, with the guys who worked and protected the asset at the compound. Entering the room where the fob was beeping erratically, Din and the IG unit scanned the room for the asset.

"They said it was meant to be 50 years old." Din stated quietly,

"Some species age differently, but we'll never know." IG responded pointing the weapon at the small green child like creature.

"No! We'll take it in alive." Din stated firmly but it didn't shake the bounty droids choice. Standing there looking at the child, Din pulled out his pistol and shot the IG unit.

'It's a kid dank ferrik. Im not going to kill a kid.' Din thought to himself, and that's when he heard movement in the corner. Turning around, he quickly fired shot only for it to be deflected by a lightsaber.

"Step away from the child mando." You said calmly emerging from the shadows,

"Why should I?" Din asked.

"Because that child is far more skilled than you and is highly important." You replied in a protective stance moving closer to the child,

"Are you a jedi?" Din asked again.

"If I was, what would you do?" You straightend your posture a little,

"Well im not sure, I've never met one before but I know that mandalorians and jedis never got along in the past." Din stated,

"You're right there mando." You said,

"What is your deal here?" You asked him staring down. He was quiet for a moment,

'There's a bounty on this child, why are you here?' Din thought to himself.

"I'm protecting the child." You smiled,

"Wha- I didn't ask anything." Din said baffled.

"You were thinking it." You replied. The two of you bickered back and forth for almost an hour, discussing why mando shouldn't take the child or why mando should take the child and you come along. It was starting to get a bit annoying.

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On the crest:

You wasn't sure how you ended up on the mandalorians ship. But here you were sitting in the co- pilot seat, looking out of the window in hyperspace.

"You always keep that bucket on your head?" You asked,

"Yep." Din replied not looking away from where he was looking. "We can only take them off in front of your riduur." He continued.

"Riddur?" You asked again,

"When you get married." He said. You must've fallen asleep at some point in the chair, because the next thing you realised you was dropping out of hyper space. Waking up fully you find that you're approaching a volcanic planet.

Getting off of the crest, you hid your lightsaber as best you could under your robe and followed the mandalorian.

Walking into a building you were greeted by 4 stormtroopers and you instantly tensed up.

"Mandoalrian it is good to see that you've acquired the asset." The client stated, "and who might this be?" He continued looking over at you,

"An aquintance, what are you going to do it?" Din asked tensing even more,

"No questions asked, isn't that the guild policy? And as for you my darling I know exactly who you are." The client said looking directly at you.

"How?" You asked,

"There are archives left over dear one, you're lucky that you escaped order 66 given by the emperor." The client explained.

"What is he talking about?" Din asked,

"Nearing the end of the clone wars when I was a youngling, the emperor gave order 66 which was to kill all jedi, jedi masters and knights even the younglings. I was one of few to escape, along with the child." You explained looking down, trying to forget those moments.

"And that is why we are lucky that the mandalorian bought you here to help us with our... experiments." The client stated,

"What?!" Din exclaimed stepping forward just to be stopped by a trooper. "This wasn't part of the deal." Din continued looking at you.

"Of course it wasn't but now you've helped us significantly and you will get your reward." The client replied getting a trooper to get the container of beskar.

Din looked at you,

'I'm so sorry. I didn't know this to happen, I didn't know that they were going to experiment.' Din thought and all you could was nod and looked away,

'Don't fight them, it'll make it worse.' He thought again. You looked up at him with a tear in your eye and smiled a little. The stormtroopers pushed the child's pram roughly to a door and grabbed you taking away your lightsaber and pushing you through the same door.

"Hey be gentle!" Din exclaimed frowning under the helmet,

'It'll be ok mando. I'll look after the kid.' You said in his mind.

"Your payment mandalorian, beskar that is rightfully returned." The client stated given the beskar to Din. Din nodded and turned away glancing once more at the door.

Walking out the door he made his way to the covert, beskar in hand.

Din sat there in the armoury as the armourer melted down the beskar he had received to make new armour. He sat there thinking what he had just done. He just gave away 2 jedis or what he thought were jedis, to people from the old empire so they could be experimented on? What kind of sick person would want to experiment on people?

Walking out of the covert and back to the crest. Din sat there for a while thinking. He didn't know why, but he wanted to help you and the child. He was angry with himself. And he didn't know why. He felt like it was his duty to protect you, even though in the past Jedi and Mandalorians were enemies and he knew you could handle yourself.

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The cell:

To say the least you were in far worse shape than the child. Which in your mind was a good thing. You didn't want harm to come to him. But it also meant that you had gotten hit a few times using the force to protect the little guy.

“I’ve seen a lot of good soldiers die at the hand of a weapon like this.” The trooper said igniting your lightsaber in front of you.

“Good?! The empire is the complete opposite of good you ignorant asshole, all you done was cause pain for them.” You hissed back,

“Watch it Jedi scum, you might end up having your own lightsaber used against you.” The trooper replied placing the lightsaber directly in front of your face. Something exploded somewhere in the building which caused the stormtrooper to go off balance, causing the lightsaber to jolt leaving a nasty cut over your eye. You fell back and screamed in pain until the trooper hit you hard enough to cause you to go unconscious. And he left.

Outside of the building, Din had returned and was causing chaos for the stormtroopers. Sneaking back into the building, Din stuck to the shadows and killed any troopers that he came across. He came across the kid first and he picked the kid up carefully. Somehow he managed to find your lightsaber. Luckily Din had a bag that was big enough to carry the kid, so that if needed be he could carry you aswell. And it was good that he did bring the bad, because then he found you.

Entering your cell quietly, he found you unconscious. Blood rolling down your left cheek from a nasty slash across your eye.

"Hey, hey you got to wake up. Im getting you out of here." Din said shaking you a little,

"M-mando?" You replied falling unconscious again. Din undone your restraints and picked you up gently. Din got stopped by some troopers who had there weapons drawn.

"Give them up mando, we have you outnumbered 4 to 1." A trooper stated,

"I like those odds." Din replied laying you down gently, then all of a sudden he let his whistling birds go and all of the troopers in the room dropped.

Managing to get back to the razor crest with some minor inconveniences from Karga and the rest of the guild. All the while the mandalorians at the covert helped Din, he got you and the child safely back to the crest. Laying you down gently on the floor of the crest, Din made the jump to hyperspace so that the three of you would be somewhat safer.

Coming back to where you were, he saw you still unconscious and now he looked at you properly. Your hair was matted slightly with blood in it, a split lip, bruises everywhere and a nasty slash going right over your left eye.

He picked you up carefully, and laid you gently on one of the cots then walked off to get the med kit. Softly dabbing your cuts with bacta, he moved his hand up to the cut on your eye. As Din went to apply bacta to the inch cut over your eye, you stopped his wrist. Opening the one eye that wasn't swollen and bloody, you looked up at him.

"Mando? What happened?" You asked barely aware of your surroundings,

"I went back for you and the kid." Din replied quietly. "You gonna give me my hand back?" He continued.

"Hmm? Oh yeah sorry." You responded letting go of his hand,

“This might hurt a bit ok? I’m going to apply bacta to your eye, it’s gonna leave a scar. Hold still.” He stated applying the bacta as gently as he could. You winced a little and clenched the blanket that was under you. Once Din was done he placed a bandage over your eye to help it. After he done that he sat by you for a moment in awkward silence.

“I’m sorry.” Din whispered not directly looking at you,

“It’s ok mando I swear.” You replied patting his hand a little bit.

“It’s not ok, get some rest. We’ll talk about it later.” He stated standing up and climbing up the ladder to the cockpit. You laid your head back and suddenly everything from hours before came into affect in your body. You was tired and still in some pain, so you laid there and closed your eye trying to focus on anything except the pain. You tried thinking about your Jedi training and what your masters had taught you.

As you laid there you slowly drifted off to sleep. Needed rest. You didn't know where Din was taking you, but you hoped to maker that it was somewhere better than where you just were.

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aliendes · 4 years

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Natural Borns - Chapter Two

AUTHOR NOTE: all right, here is chapter 2 guys! I’m really excited about the next few chapters where more characters will be introduced. This chapter is kind of a build up to that, so I apologize for not a lot of action yet. It’s a sloooow burn! And I have a new banner made by the lovely @thebannershop, check them out, they are amazing! Anyways if you like this chapter, please please please reblog so more people can see it and send me an ask or comment with your questions! I love to hear your guys’ theories about the story. Also, please be sure to read warnings at the beginning of each chapter, because they may change. Thank you for your support on this series! xx - Des

Banner made by @thebannershop Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, (possible) smut NSFW due to darker themes Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual) Warnings: mentions of panic attacks & anxiety in this chapter! this series will have different trigger warnings listed for each chapter (if there are any), but as a whole, this series will include violence, mentions of depression & other mental illnesses, cursing, abuse, drugs/alcohol, some shitty medical descriptions because i am NOT a doctor, self-esteem issues, fluff, and possible smut in future chapters (but that’s undecided). i will add more warnings/tags in the future if there are any. Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it? Word count: 5.1k~

As you continued to take cautious steps, your back collided with something firm, yet not hard enough to be a tree trunk. This was softer, warmer. Human.

Before you could take off running you felt gentle, but large, hands on your shoulders. “Don’t scream, please. We aren’t here to hurt you,” a deep, yet soft voice spoke quickly. Did he just say we!? Despite the strong sense of fear you were feeling, the voice sounded sincere, comforting almost. The hands on your shoulder spun you around and you were met, face to face, with a tall and undeniably handsome man. His features were perfect, too perfect. Plush lips and small, kind eyes. No way is he a natural born. Your eyes widened in fear, and almost as if he could sense your flight response kicking in, he held his hands in front of him placatingly, “hey - hey I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” He rushed out. Did he sound - scared? He seemed almost nervous with the way his brow was furrowed, looking at you with sad eyes.

“Wh- who are you? Wh-what do you w-want?” you stuttered out, the feeling of tears prickling behind your eyes. You took another step backwards, but stumbled in the process, tripping over uneven dirt. You fell unceremoniously to the ground, huffing out a breath as you landed.

He reached his hand out, like he wanted to help, but he took a step back, as if to lessen your fear a bit. “I wanted to talk to you about that man that came to see you earlier,” he started slowly, trying to show you he meant no harm, “that’s all.” His eyes softened significantly at your nearly cowering form on the ground.

Upon the mention of Hyunwoo, your eyes snapped to the strange man’s. It was the first time you stared directly into his eyes, and really took in the man’s face. Even though his features were damn near perfect, his expression was that of pure anguish, sadness, and maybe a dash of fear. His eyes, while beautiful, were dark and he looked worn down, tired. “H-hyunwoo?” you stuttered out, blinking away hot tears.

The man’s eyes perked up upon hearing the name. “You know him?” He now looked at you with a curious expression. Slowly you nodded, shifting your eyes from his face to the ground in front of you, feeling flustered all of the sudden. You didn’t like attention to begin with, hated it in fact, but you don’t think you’ve ever had attention from someone so perfect, someone you assumed was a designer baby. The only time you’d ever even met one was when companies would send representatives to your home or school to scout you. Even then, you didn’t really get to see them this up close.

The stranger hesitated for a second, seemingly thinking something over, before kneeling down in front of you. He reached a hand out in view of your face, causing you to eye it warrily. He could see that you were about to cry, could see the scrapes on the palms of your hands, but he didn’t want you to think he was pitying you. Didn’t want you to think he thought less of you for any reason. Didn’t want to seem intimidating in any way. His offer was a silent one, an unspoken concern of; let me help.

With unshed tears clouding your vision, you placed your shaky hand in his strong one. What he did next surprised you. Instead of pulling you to your feet, which your muscles had already prepared for, he kneeled down in front of you and turned your hand over, inspecting the scrapes you didn’t even realize you had. “Will you let my friend clean your hands up?” He asked softly.

“I- I don’t” you trailed off, looking between this stranger and the peach trees off to your side. Was there someone else here? He did say we. What is going on? There were so many thoughts running through your head you couldn’t process them all at once. “Wh-what is going on?” You asked, bottom lip wobbling.

The stranger's eyes never left your while you spoke, but at your question he looked behind you and nodded briefly. “My name is Namjoon,” he said simply, a soft smile playing at his lips, kindness in his dark eyes.

You felt a presence at your right, causing you to startle quite violently. You turned quickly to look at the person approaching you only to meet eyes with probably the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen. He was tall, like Namjoon as you now knew him, and had even plumper lips than him. His shoulders were so broad, when you looked up at him he was completely blocking the sun from your view. As you looked up at him, he wore a shocked and almost embarrassed look on his face. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to-to scare you,” he stuttered out as he sat cross legged on your side. He seemed almost abashed. You almost forgot that you were holding Namjoon’s hand until he passed it over to the newcomer. “I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin, for short.” He smiled at you, a warm smile, one that made you feel like you were safe with him. Seokjin took your hand in his before reaching into a backpack you didn’t realize he had been carrying. The backpack was brown leather and looked expensive, only supporting your theory that these men were definitely not from around here, and definitely weren’t natural borns.

“What - what are you doing here?” You asked, a fraction less frazzled than before with the soft way Seokjin is handling you. You felt him gently caress the back of your hand with his thumb as he cleaned the scrape on your palm. It stung slightly, but you were more worried about getting answers. “Why are you here?” It came out harsher than you intended, but your anxiety was skyrocketing at the moment.

Namjoon heaved a sigh, finally giving in to the pressure on his knees and sat down in the dirt directly in front of you. Now, all three of you were sitting in a little circle under one of the heavily blossoming peach trees, oranges and pinks surrounding you. “We wanted to talk to you about Hyunwoo,” Namjoon started, “We wanted to warn you.”

You don’t think Namjoon could’ve sounded anymore ominous with that statement. “Warn me? What do you mean?” You were starting to panic a little, jostling in Seokjin’s gentle hold. He loosened his grip on your wrist so you wouldn’t accidentally hurt yourself.

“Do you trust me?” Namjoon asked suddenly. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes slightly at him. Did you? Your brain was screaming at you to tell him no, stand up, and run in the direction of your father’s shed. But something else inside you was telling you to stay right where you are, listen to what he has to say. To trust him.

“I- I’m not sure..” you trailed off, looking briefly at Seokjin who had just finished bandaging your hand and was politely waiting for you to hand him your other one. You obliged to his silent request, awkwardly reaching your left arm across your body. You definitely felt like you could trust Jin in this moment and you think he must be a mind reader because he suddenly speaks up.

“Do you know who Hyunwoo is?” he asked, still smiling slightly at you. He had such a calming aura surrounding him. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding before answering his question.

“I just know he’s my father’s old classmate,” you started, looking between Jin and Namjoon hesitantly, “he came by early this morning. I just assumed he was from another company that wants to buy my DNA. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

Namjoon was quick to butt in, “No!” he said loudly before realizing his mistake when you flinched. He looked annoyed with himself as he started again, “No, no of course not. We’re just like you…” he said with uncertainty, realizing you never spoke your name.

“YN”, you said quickly, wanting to hear what Namjoon had to say and not thinking about the repercussions of giving your name to strangers.

“YN,” he said slowly, the side of his lips quirked up. Dimples. Cute. His dimples made him look slightly less intimidating in that moment. “YN, we’re exactly like you and we wanted to warn you about Hyunwoo and the company he works for.” The smirk quickly disappeared from his features, replaced only with concern.

“What do you mean ‘exactly like me’?” You were confused. You’ve never met anyone ‘exactly like you’, as Namjoon had put it.

Seokjin finished bandaging your left hand and was repacking his backpack as he spoke, “We’re natural borns, and we aren’t the only ones,” he said as he zipped up his bag. You let out a laugh against your will, slapping your hand over your mouth, wide eyes looking up at the two men. Seokjin silently chuckled and you momentarily thought it was the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. Perfectly straight, white teeth on display as his eyes crinkled in laughter. You definitely didn’t believe him after seeing that.

“There’s no way you- both of you- are natural borns,” you said incredulously after removing your hand from your mouth.

It was Namjoon’s turn to laugh, letting out a dry laugh, “YN, are you a natural born?”

Your mouth snapped shut and your wide eyes turned to look at Namjoon. “Y-yes.” You murmured. You still weren’t sure why exactly they were here, but they must have known that already.

“Then why do you think it’s impossible for us to be natural borns, when you’re sitting right here?”

Was he trying to flatter you? Your cheeks flushed as you looked down at the ground. “I’m nothing special,” you said shyly, not looking either of them in the eye. “I’m just me.”

Namjoon and Seokjin shared a knowing look that you missed. “YN - you’re not normal. You have to know that. Why else do you think companies like Hyunwoo’s won't leave you alone?” You knew there was something different about you. You’ve been told your whole life that you were beautiful, remarkable, even, but mostly by those designer baby companies, and not people whose opinions you actually cared about. Growing up you had been bullied, messed with, told you weren't worth it. Eventually those comments will get to anyone.

You shook your head lightly at Namjoon’s comment. “Don’t try and flatter me, it won't work.” You had a momentary burst of bravery as you folded your arms over your chest and looked Namjoon in the eye.

“I’m not trying to flatter you. We’re here to warn you, that’s all. Maybe get to know you, and let you get to know us. It’s hard being alone, we know that all too well,” Namjoon spoke slowly, almost as if he was afraid you would bolt.

“How do you know what it’s like to be alone?” You didn’t mean to sound so rude and judgemental, but it was hard for you to imagine these two handsome men ever having to face hardships in their lives. They probably grew up in big cities, had lots of friends.

“Most of us went through, or are going through the same thing you’re going through right now. I can guess that you probably don’t have many friends. Been used for your looks on more than one occasion, and I can tell that you have pretty shitty self-esteem from the little bit I’ve gotten to know you.” Namjoon said, nonchalantly as if he’s known you your whole life.

You huffed a little bit, blowing some of the hair that had fallen in front of your face. “You don’t know me.”

Namjoon let out another laugh, except this time his perfect teeth and cute dimples were on full display. “Stubborn, too.”

Seokjin smiled at this, looking at you before standing up to his full height. He looked more intimidating up there, but he offered you his hand, pulling you gently to your feet. “Be careful with your hands, they should heal up in a couple days.” You nodded shyly at him before letting go of his large hand.

“Will you let us explain why we’re here? Maybe somewhere,” Namjoon glanced over at your home and father’s shed in the distance, “where we won't be interrupted?”

You have never been one to talk to strangers, always on edge, wary of crowds and people. But something was telling you to go with Namjoon, find somewhere to talk, and you knew the perfect place.

You led Namjoon and Seokjin through your family's orchard and off the west side of your property line. Just past your land, there was a denser conifer forest, filled with thick shrubs and oak trees that led to a small stream downhill. You knew the forest like the back of your hand, having lived in your small house your entire life. One of your favorite places to be was by this stream, but you hadn’t been out here in years, too busy with the farm since becoming an adult.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Seokjin stated, hands gripping his backpack straps that surrounded his broad shoulders, “do you come out here often?”

You stifled a laugh. It sounded like a cheesy pickup line you would hear in one of the dramas your mom watched. “I used to,” you began, looking around and taking in the scenery. The stream was flowing quickly, a sign that rain had fallen recently. You could hear the buzzing of insects that came with the summer heat and humidity, “I haven’t in a while though.”

Seokjin nodded his head, not prodding any further. He looked up at the canopy, only to see thick leaves and pine that completely covered the forest ground from the sun. Along the edges of the small stream were river stones, some nearly completely covered in moss. The fast tinkling of the water over the rocks was soothing, you almost forgot how much you loved it here. You took in a deep breath, allowing the smells of fresh pine and dirt to enter your nose.

“Will your parents be wondering where you are?” Namjoon asked as he sat down on a rock crossing one leg over the other.

You shook your head quickly, “Mom’s at the market, she won't be back for a while. Dad’s working in his shed, he-” you started, but quickly stopped. You weren’t sure how much you should share with these strange men, “he won’t be looking for me,” you conceded.

Namjoon nodded in acknowledgement before beginning, “You probably have a lot of questions for us, so I’ll keep this quick,” as he spoke you watched Seokjin set his bag down next to Namjoon and walk over to the edge of the water. He cupped his hands together and gathered some water in his hands, splashing it over his face. You watched him curiously before turning your attention back to Namjoon. “Like we told you, we’re natural borns. True natural borns, and like you, we’re different.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by ‘different’. Sure, you knew you looked different from what most natural borns looked like. Your nose was a bit sharper, cheek bones a little higher, lips a little fuller, but you didn’t think you looked much different than what designer babies looked like. You didn’t think you were unique or special in any way. “I- I don’t feel different,” you said, instinctively reaching your hands out in front of you, turning them over and looking at them.

Namjoon laughed, like a full belly laugh, at your movements. You couldn’t quite hear over the sound of his laughter, but you swear you heard Jin mutter ‘cute’ from the stream.

After his laughter subsided a bit, Namjoon patted the rock next to him, gesturing for you to sit down. You reluctantly sat, still unsure if you should trust these two. “Well, what do you know about yourself?”

It was an odd question. One you weren’t sure how to answer. “Uh- um, I mean I’m YLN YN, I’m 23. I never went to college, never left my home town. I know I look a little different from most natural borns, but uh, that’s all I guess.”

“And your parents?” Namjoon supplied when he realized you weren’t going to continue.

“What about my parents?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What do you know about your parents?” His eyes narrowed slightly when he asked, almost like he was testing you. Does he know something you don’t?

“They-they’re both natural borns. From this town. My dad’s parents owned our peach farm before they passed away. It’s been in our family for a long time.” You shrugged your shoulders a little bit, shaking your head. You weren’t sure what Namjoon was getting at.

“Are you sure?” As Namjoon asked the question, you heard - and felt - Seokjin splash water on him from behind you, getting you a little wet in the process. Namjoon made a sound of surprise as he turned around quickly to glare at the other man. “What was that for?”

“Leave her be, Joon,” he scolded gently. He really did seem like a motherly type, taking care of others and keeping them in line.

“What do you mean, ‘am I sure’?” You asked, a little defensively, squaring your shoulders and turning your entire body towards Namjoon. You could hear Seokjin’s sigh behind you as he turned his attention back to the stream.

“Look, we don’t have all the answers, but we have our own personal experiences,” Namjoon let out a heavy breath before continuing, “I grew up in Ilsan in a small community of natural borns. I was approached by designer baby companies starting when I was in middle school. I realized something was different about me when they wouldn’t leave me alone by the time I graduated high school.”

Your defensive stance softened a bit at his story. You couldn’t help but compare the words he was saying with your own experiences. “When I was about to graduate, that man that came to your house, you called him Hyunwoo?” You nodded at his question, “He came to make my mother an offer. Told her that they would pay her over a million won for me. He told her that I would be taken care of, that they just wanted my DNA.” He looked behind him at Seokjin as he told his story. Jin was sitting now, back leaned up against a large boulder. He had his knees at his chest, playing with one of his shoelaces. You guessed he must be at least a few years older than you, but he looked so childlike right now. If what Namjoon is telling you is true, they must have been through a lot. “My mother agreed. I don’t blame her, I really don’t. He made it seem like everything would be fine, that I would finish high school while in their care and my college would be paid for,” Namjoon let out a dry chuckle, “they told her I’d be with them for 3 months, 6 max.” He had a glazed look in his eyes as he stared at a tree off in the distance. You focused on his face in this moment, and you could see his pain, sadness, grief, even. You could tell this man before you was extremely intelligent. He had hidden these emotions so well earlier, he wore a mask. You felt bad for him, and your empathetic side was hurting for him. “I was there for years. They experimented on me, poked me with needles, deprived me of food. What I went through there, YN - I- I can’t let happen to anyone else,” he looked you directly in the eye as he continued, “that’s why we came here. To help you.”

A look of realization took over your face, eyes widening. “They want to take me? Bu-but my parents would never let that happen. They - they’ve always protected me!” You knew your parents had gone to great lengths to make sure you were never poached by companies, always turning down offers for large sums of money in exchange for you.

“YN, have you ever seen that man - Hyunwoo - before today?” You shook your head no quickly, “But you said your father has known him for years?” You shook your head yes this time, only more slowly, afraid of Namjoon’s next words, “Why do you think he’s showing up now? Why do you think your father has never mentioned him before?”

Your father’s stiff shoulders and your mother’s look of uncertainty from this morning flashed through your mind briefly. “I- no. Th-they wouldn’t lie to me.” Your voice was quiet, almost too soft for Namjoon to hear. You startled violently, hand over your chest as you felt Seokjin’s warm arm swing around your shoulders. You hadn’t heard him even get up from his rock. You felt him jump slightly at your movement. You made a mental note that he must scare easily, like you.

“We didn’t come here to frighten you, or to turn you against your parents. We came here to warn you, to let you know what that man is capable of.” Seokjin said calmly, dark eyes boring into your own.

“YN, we were both taken by Hyunwoo, and his company, Big Hit Pharmaceuticals. Kidnapped. We both went through things no one should ever have to endure, and more natural borns just like us, like you, are going through it right now. Some of them are our friends, our brothers. We don’t want this to happen to anyone else.” Namjoon finished somberly, a sad smile on his face as he looked at you, waiting for you to react.

Big Hit Pharmaceuticals… Why did that name sound so familiar? You furrowed your brow as you thought back. Where have you heard that name before? You were snapped out of your reverie as Seokjin spoke up, “We live and travel together, Namjoon, myself, and three others. All natural borns, all running from Big Hit,” Jin took his arm from around your shoulders and reached down to grab one of the hands you had placed in your lap, nervously picking at your fingernails. He intertwined his fingers with yours, silently scolding your nervous tick. “We want to help you, YN. If you’ll let us.”

You quickly pulled your hand away from Jin, feeling apologetic, but unable to express it at the moment. You missed the look of understanding on Seokjin’s face as your eyes focused on your feet. You were starting to feel the familiar sense of panic swell in your chest. Your breathing was getting quicker, you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, it was like all your blood left your body and was swirling in your head. You haven’t had a panic attack in years, usually only occurring in large crowds. But the thought of leaving your parents, of being taken away by Hyunwoo, even going somewhere with these men sitting next to you, was too much for you to handle. You clutched your hand to your chest, as if that would ease the tension within it.

Seokjin immediately took notice of your stress and wrapped his strong arms around your tiny frame. At first you were shocked to have a stranger's arms around you, but when your wide, scared eyes met his, all you saw was compassion and care. Your breathing started to slow as Jin squeezed even tighter around your body. It was an awkward hug, with both of you sitting sideways on a too small rock, but it was comforting nonetheless. It was strange to you, that Seokjin knew exactly how to help, but you shouldn’t have been surprised. His calm and comforting nature should have told you as much. Namjoon watched on with a worried expression, afraid that you would push away Jin’s act of comfort, but you didn’t. He didn’t expect you to actually start to calm down. Leave it to Jin to know exactly what to do.

As your breathing started to return to normal, Jin’s hold on you loosened. As your mind returned to a normal state, your thoughts did as well. You needed to get out of here, away from Namjoon and Seokjin. They were comforting, sure. But you weren’t sure if you totally believed them yet. You needed answers, needed to feel safe and secure in your home. You still felt safe there, right? Yes, yes. Of course you did. You physically shook the thoughts from your head and Jin removed himself from you completely.

“I need to go home,” you uttered quickly, “I need to get out of here.” You went to stand up, but Namjoon beat you to it, standing above you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Wait, please-” he started but you cut him off.

“I don’t know you!” You half-screamed, then lowering your voice again, arms gesturing frantically as you spoke, “I- I don’t know you, I’m sorry. I believe you - I do - but I need to figure some things out. I need to talk to my parents, my friends.” You could feel yourself panicking again, and as you’ve come to expect from Jin’s comforting presence, he was once again there rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.

Namjoon pulled his hand back as if you had burned him, causing your gaze to fall upon him, a regretful look on his face. “It’s ok YN, we understand,” it was Jin who was speaking now, a soft smile on his plush lips, “I’ll give you my number and if you need anything, you can reach us. Is that ok with you?” He spoke so gently, you could do nothing but nod slowly at him, lips pursed in a thin line. You supposed taking his number wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you could speak with your parents and get some more answers from Seokjin later. You fished your phone out of your pocket, noticing the missed messages from your group chat, and handed it to Jin, which he gently took. His eyes darted back and forth between your two, looking for any resistance in your face, searching for any hesitation. When he found none, he turned his gaze to your phone and began typing.

“Please be safe, YN,” Namjoon spoke quietly. He sounded defeated, and for some reason it caused your heart to drop. Why did you care so much what this man thought? “Please,” he finished curtly.

Jin handed back your phone after a moment and went to grab his backpack, rising from his seat on the rock. He took a few steps towards Namjoon before stopping and turning his body halfway towards you. “You call me, or text me, if you need anything,” Jin started, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders, “I mean it.”

You nodded your head, yet remained seated on the rock. “Where are you going to go?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your question, “We’ll be around. Not too far. If you need us we can get to you quickly.”

You didn’t realize that was the answer you were looking for, but when he gave it, you felt… relief? You weren’t sure why you felt this way, but you suddenly felt a little lighter. You nodded your head again, looking between Namjoon and Seokjin.

Namjoon worried his bottom lip between his teeth and hesitated like he had something to say, but thought better of it, before giving you a curt nod and turning around. Jin offered the same type of nod, turning and placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. As they started to walk away, you could hear them murmuring quietly, but couldn’t make out the words over the babbling of the stream behind you. You watched as the pair walked through the dense forest and you idly wondered if they had been here before. They seemed to know where they were going at least, and you found an odd comfort in that fact. As they disappeared into the thick of the forest, you let out a breath you didn’t notice you’d been holding.

You suddenly felt exhausted. Mentally, physically, and most of all, emotionally. You just absorbed so much information and you didn’t know what to do with most of it. The first thing your brain unpacked was: there are others like you. You’ve always felt alone, isolated from other natural borns, but you never thought anything about you was special, per se. But after meeting Namjoon and Seokjin, if you truly were like them, they definitely were something special, at least based on their appearance alone.

The second thing you tried to come to terms with, was the fact that if you were indeed different, and like these two men, that meant Hyunwoo and Big Hit Pharmaceuticals were possibly going to attempt to take you, or buy you, from your parents. But this just caused more questions to form. Were your parents keeping something from you? The question Namjoon asked you earlier flashed through your mind.

Are you sure?

What did he mean by that? You need to talk to your parents, and soon. Maybe they knew something about what made you different. Why these companies wanted your, and others apparently, DNA.

You were so lost in your thoughts that your brain was just barely registering the fact that you could potentially be in danger. Namjoon and Jin both just told you they were essentially kidnapped and held against their will by this company, and you were sitting out in the middle of the forest, alone. This kicked you into high gear, standing up from the rock and looking in all directions. Seeing that you were completely alone should have calmed your anxiety, but all it did was make it worse. You needed to get home, and fast.

You took off running through the dense forest in the direction of your farm. Bare feet hitting the ground rapidly, twigs snapping and forest debris crunching under your weight. Pushing through the pain, you ran as fast as your legs would take you until you reached the edge of the forest, light finally shining through a gap in the trees. As you reached a clearing of brush, you could make out your home in the distance, past the orchard. You stopped running for a moment, feeling relief at the sight of your home. You looked on carefully, standing half hidden behind a tree, chest heaving from the physical exertion, trying to catch your breath. Squinting, you cocked your head to the side as you caught sight of something, or someone, in your driveway. There, in front of your house, was your father.

And Hyunwoo.

To be continued...

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mila-dans · 3 years

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Kiss and Tell: That Much

Chapter six of “Kiss and Tell”

Chapter Five: It’s Been an Eventful Week --- Series Masterlist: Masterlist?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1666

Summary: What happens when a Winchester winds up with a curse on his hands? Or more specifically, on his lips? Only chaos, comedy, and cuteness ensues.

Just So You Know: This series will have seven chapters which have already be written and posted regularly. It’s small and sweet but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless. My apologies for, most likely, many mistakes. Let me know what you think! (Gif credit to the remarkable: @sasquatchandleatherjacket )

The ride back to the bunker was quiet. No music playing, no words spoken, only silent tears shed and looks of sadness dancing in the air.

Once the car was parked, you rushed out as quickly as possible and made your way to your room, passing by Dean's as you heard the Mystery Inc. theme song playing for what was sure to be the 280th time in a row.

You slammed the door to your room shut and hoped on your bed, curling up into a ball with your moose plushie as tears started to run down your face. You didn't know why you were so worked up about it all, you just were.

You've changed. Changed a lot. You have become a brand new person and sure the scars, bumps, and bruises that it took to get here is beautiful, but seeing someone who remembers the old you, it's scary. You wish that you could just change your name and move way, knowing all of your past would only be a faded memory. If only.

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Several minutes had passed by the time a knock came at the door. You didn't answer, not wanting anyone to bother you but not being able to find your voice either.

As the door opened, you moved so where you sat up against the headboard, wiping away tears, then folding your arms over your chest, closing off and shutting down the best you could.

Sam came in the room and shut the door behind him. You tried to avoid eye contact, sniffling every five seconds. You couldn't help but glance in his direction as you watched him put his hands in his pockets and lean against the back of the door.

He sighed, trying to draw attention to himself as he looked around the room casually.

You didn't pay him any attention.

He sighed again, louder than before, obviously trying to get you to look at him.

You glanced up for a split second, hoping to go undetected, and you watched as he whistled a little tune nonchalantly.

You knew what he was doing.

Sam then casually waltzed over to your bed, taking his time with each step as if he was strolling in the park. Once he got to the edge of your bed, he fell on it, not even minding having his back sprawled out over your legs. He was taking up all the room like a starfish.

You tried to move your legs from underneath the mammoth of a man but failed miserably. All he did was sit up and move forward to you. You should've seen this coming.

Sam sat up straight and turned to face you, your back still to the headboard, doing all you could to avoid eye contact.

"Oof," you let out in a grunt as the younger Winchester pulled you a little bit away from the headboard and then sat in your lap, facing you, moving his legs around your back, work boots and all, wrapping his limbs around you.

The 220 pound man sat right on top of you, staring right at you, grinning. He was mere inches away from your face, showing that stupid little smile of his, teeth gleaming, dimples… dimpling?

Sam put his elbows on your shoulders, using them to prop his head up in an annoying fashion. He started to fiddle with your hair, running his fingers through out it. He wasn't even trying to be nice, he was literally playing with it to the point where the front of your face was covered in hair where he moved it, attempting to start a braid.

"Sam," you mumble under your breath. He doesn't respond and just continues his braid, squirming to get more comfortable on your, significantly smaller than his, lap.

"Sam," you say again as you hear a happy little sigh coming from him, ignoring you. "Sam!" You shout as you whack his hands away and brush the hair from your face, seeing him for the first time in a while.

He looks at you with this stupid shocked and startled expression, with big eyes and a gasp coming from his mouth that is not helping you at all when trying to stay steady.

You clench your jaw, practically holding it tight, as you look at him dead in the eyes with a death stare. You don't break that easily.

Sam opens his eyes even bigger as he blinks and gives you a reenactment of how such a stupid look on his face came to be.

You broke.

You start to giggle and Sam smiles wider and wider, following up face as you try to hide your smile. You push him off of you but he comes back like one of those punching bags cause his boots are wedged between you and the headboard leaving him stuck.

"You're such a jerk!" You shout, doing what you can to sound mean and not like your laughing at every syllable. You try to stand up so where Sam can move away from you and when you pull him up to help him stand on your bed, he hits his head on the ceiling causing a burst of laughter from you.

Sam frowns as he takes his hand to the back of his head for a hit. The two of you sit down on the bed and you look to his hair just to check.

"You're fine, honey," you state with a smile as he tries to hold his in. "You're a jerk and a stupid one at that but you're still fine," you breathe out.

Sam rolls his eyes as he smirks at you. You stare at each other for a moment, reading one another's thoughts. It doesn't take a lot of brain power to know what you're thinking or even what Sam is thinking for that matter.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sam," you state solemnly, getting an unenthusiastic reaction from Sam. He shakes his head with a frown and you become quick to defend yourself. "Sam, come on! It's just something I don't want to talk about. I'm sure you don't even want to hear about it!" You laugh to yourself a little as you press on. "We both know that you'd much rather spend your time doing something else than spend it with me. You don't even like hanging out with me and that's perfectly okay! I don't like myself all that much either," you admit.

Sam hangs his head down low and scratches the back of his head as he stands and starts to walk out of the room. You grab him by his wrist but he tries to shake it off.

"Sam, don't be all pouty!" You exclaim, stopping Sam in his tracks, causing him to turn around and grab you by your shoulders, bringing you close as he gives you a quick kiss.

You stumble a little backwards, surprised at his actions. Sam quickly licks his lips and puts a hand on his hip.

"Do you really think that?!" He questions and you become slightly frozen in response. "Do you really think I don't like spending time with you or--or don't want to hear you talk?!" He asks, sounding offended by your previous words. You shake your head yes, confused on the matter.

Sam takes a deep breath and calms down for a moment as he runs his hand through his hair. He clears his throat and turns to look at you, dead in the eyes.

"Do you really think that I don't like you?" He asks with a hint of hurt and regret in his voice.

You say nothing but look at him with wide eyes.

"Guess I really screwed this up then, huh?" Sam mumbles to himself, probably hoping you wouldn't catch it but you did, causing you to place a hand on his shoulder and raise your eyebrows in question.

Sam looks down at you and you see confusion and sorrow in his eyes. The missing combo to what his eyes have been telling you all day.

"I've gotta go, Y/n," he states as he walks out the door and shuts it behind him.

You try to shout, yell, scream, call out, snap your fingers, clap your hands, anything to ask him what all of that was about but you get no response, just a head filled with confusion of what you may have done wrong.

You take a seat on the edge of your bed for just a moment, realizing it's been a long time since you'd seen Sam so distraught. Probably not even this kind of distraught. You don't know what to do or how to react. He literally took all the words from your mouth.

But, when you can't find the words, you make a hell of a lot of noise.

You stand up from your bed and burst out of the room, running to track Sam down. You catch a glimpse of his back and hear his feet walking away as he heads to the archive room.

You bang on the door as he shut it in your face, bringing out the impatient and angry temper tantrum child out of you.

"Just, go away Y/n!" Sam shouted from behind the door and you gave him more fist to wood frame pounding in response.

"I said go away, Y/n!" He says again. And people call you the childish one. 'People' being you because you know no other people.

You kick the door with your feet, hoping to break it down but don't even try with full force just in case you might fall on your face. Instead you let out a huff and smack the door one last time before you walk away.

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"Oh hey, Y/n," Dean says with a smile as you bust open his door and stomp inside. "You wanna watch this episode wi--"

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 3 years

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Important Asks/Interesting Theories

Beware, this post is filled with spoilers for Zemblanity! Read after you’ve finished the main series, as it’s constructed so that everything makes sense in the end. But if you’re still curious or confused, here’s the guide you need!

Be sure to look at the date of when any of the asks were posted before you send me a new one saying ‘but this isn’t possible because [insert reasoning here]’ especially for the theories. I tried to put a ‘Prior to’ section for all of them but yeahhhhh just check the dates.

So these were originally individual asks on my blog but I got rather lazy to reblog and tag everything (and I’m kind of afraid of hitting the post limit again), so I’ll just type them out here.

Table of Contents so You Don’t Have to Keep Scrolling:

Asks About Zemblanity in Case You Are Confused

Confused about the timelines?

So if TL8 Ten and TL9 Ten merged that means they have the same memories and behaviors? That’s why he remembered to save (Y/N)?

Does jumping from timeline to timeline affect Sector V? For all timelines is there only one Sector V?

So why are (Y/N)’s dreams a thing?

Can you explain the whole TL8 Ten getting sent back to TL9 and everything that resulted?

So why does Kunhang want to drown the system?

So is Yangyang actually in love with (Y/N) or is it just infatuation?

[Not an Ask] Regarding the Dream Sequences in Zemblanity

Interesting Theories About Zemblanity

{Prior to TWN4} Mark Lee is the True Culprit (Personal Favorite of Mine)

{Prior to TIR0} Maybe Yangyang is the best friend in Ch. 4’s dreams…

{Prior to TIR1} Maybe Xiaojun is the best friend in Ch. 4’s dreams…

{Prior to TIR2} Maybe (Y/N) and Ten coming up to the moon in 2004 was a lie?

{Prior to TIR4} Maybe (Y/N)’s dreams aren’t hers and she’s living through someone else’s memories?

{Prior to TIR4} Hendery might have gotten into an accident that involved severe burns…

{Prior to TIR5} Xuxi’s definitely the man in Chapter 2’s dream sequences

{Prior to Chapter 5} Xiaojun knows everything

{Prior to Chapter 5} Xiaojun is the man in the Newton’s Cradle dream

{Prior to TWN5} Hendery definitely has D.I.D.

{Prior to Chapter 6} The Dream Guy in Chapter 5 is Hendery

{Prior to Chapter 6} The Multiple Timeline Theory (Note that many people contributed to these so they may not be consistent)

{Prior to Chapter 7 and TWN6} The Matrix Theory

{Prior to Chapter 7’s Release} Maybe Xiaojun’s the Inmate in TIR6

{Prior to Chapter 8’s Release} The inmate from 2022 (mentioned in TIR6 and TIR8) is Ten

Special Questions

So, what happened to the 2004 Flight Records?

Who was the eighth inmate who killed himself?

Asks About Zemblanity in case you are confused

Confused about the timelines?

Q: Hi, i hope you get this question because it's the first time I'm asking something on Tumblr (I've been here for like a month or so 😅). And I hope I don't annoy with this question or maybe someone asked this already but what about the TL6? Chapter 8 honestly got me so confused that I locked up who belongs to which Timeline and I think we got like 9? TL1-5 is Kun, Xuxi, Xiaojun, Sicheng, Hendery. TL7 is Yangyang and TL8&9 is Ten because they got merged??

A: Hi there!! Welcome to tumblr! I’m honored to be your first ask, love ❤️ Also, fear not, asks never annoy me, I’m actually quite fond of them, because if one person is a bit confused, chances are others are too. Plus, I love to hear from my readers! No one has asked yet, so I don’t mind answering your question! To break it down, the timelines are as follows:

TL1 - Kun TL2 - Xuxi TL3 - Xiaojun TL4 - Sicheng TL5 - Guanheng (Hendery/Kunhang) TL6 - Ten (inmate Ten from TL8) TL7 - Yangyang TL8 - The events prior to Zemblanity, Sector V is established, all 7 members of WayV are inmates. Ten has memories from both TL6 and TL8 TL9 - Main Zemblanity timeline. TL8 Ten is sent back in time within the Warden’s lifespan and merges with TL9 Ten as a result, he loses his memories and starts life again from the age 8 and retains memories from TL9 Ten up to that point.

So technically Ten has been through three timelines (6, 8, 9) Good for him.

So if TL8 Ten and TL9 Ten merged that means they have the same memories and behaviors? That’s why he remembered to save (Y/N)?

Q: question questiooon hehe did tl8 ten and tl9 ten merged?? Like their memories and behavior?? Thats why he remembered to save (y/n) and yet has a different behavior?

A: Yeah basically.

When the Warden sent Ten back during his (the Warden’s) lifetime, Ten ended up replacing TL9’s Ten, or merging, as you called it. Luckily due to Ten’s lack of memories of TL8 it wasn’t a horrible merge, and it allowed him to grow up completely differently than he did in TL8. I’d say that he just wanted to save (Y/N) cuz bestie things, but maybe there was a hidden subconscious feeling of “I must protect this girl with my life”

I could be wrong, but I think I once mentioned how (Y/N) felt that Ten was rather overprotective of her.

Does jumping from timeline to timeline affect Sector V? For all timelines is there only one Sector V?

Q: another question hehe so jumping from timeline to timeline and changing things doesnt affect sector v?? Like for all timelines there is only 1 sector v?? As in it merges all timelines??

A: [I kind of worded this one weirdly in the original post, so let me rewrite it a little]

How I wrote it in my outline, verbatim, is “Due to Sector V being a locating where neither time nor reality follow their set laws, it remains independent of the other timelines, this allows people of other timelines to be able to walk amongst each other without dire consequence. Although it may sometimes pick up on rifts within the timelines closest to it.”

Amendment: So basically it is entirely possible for another to exist, as long as their timelines aren’t right next to each other (as in there aren’t too many major events, or even small choices that overlap or are similar within both timelines).

Amendment: But when someone, in this case Ten, who is closely linked to the Sector is purposely messing with people who are associated with it (since he was jumping into timelines the inmates were in), this causes the rifts in the Sector.

So why are (Y/N)’s dreams a thing?

Q: OH. so the dreams y/n got while inside the sector were caused by ten jumping thru the timelines??? i guess that would explain why the very last ones she had were of ten in that dark ass room..... but now i cant stop thinking abt how yangyang keeps trying to kill xiaojun because he probably did kill his timeline's xiaojun and now i wanna know yy's story

A: I originally answered this one prior to the story being finished, so allow me to amend this one too.

Yup yup! Our boy royally FUCKED up the timelines.

Amendment: I based this off of the old saying that Dreams are windows to other versions of ourselves, past, present, future, other dimensions, etc. Basically, Ten was trying to merge the timelines enough to get into one of these dreams to communicate with (Y/N), but by the time he succeeded he ended up ripping the fabric of time enough so that (Y/N) was able to talk to the other inmates long before she even got trapped in the Sector.

Also, since this ask spoke about the dreams, the dreams are direct reflections of that inmate’s state of mind. Do with that what you will.

Can you explain the whole TL8 Ten getting sent back to TL9 and everything that resulted?

Q: my brain hurts 🤠 so serial killer ten was sent back in time (and to another timeline?) and had his memories erased... and then he jumped thru timelines to get back to a time before y/n died.... so he can help y/n get out..... 🤠 i'll just go listen to domino on repeat call me when yall are done killing poor y/n HSNSJSJ

A: Time is such a kunfusing kuncept (😀) but that’s pretty much it yeah. If you want the full thing…

So Ten was sent back in time, however in order to keep some events of the timeline (in this case the Sector, the Station, etc.) the Warden sent him back to a time during his lifetime and due to some timey wimey bull shit this not only caused Ten to lose his memories but also caused him to become significantly younger. Hence why he and (Y/N) have memories of them being younger, because they actually did grow up together.

Later in the story, Ten did travel to six different timelines, all in order to establish that side effect connection that results from fucking with the timelines to get in contact with (Y/N), all of which were both unsuccessful and resulted in (Y/N) being linked to the inmates instead (hence the dreams). The original plan was for him to establish a stable connection with (Y/N) since the server in the Sector is blocked and nearly impossible to get into from the outside and tell her how to get out from there, but we all saw how that ended up 🙃

So why does Kunhang want to drown the system?

Q: “So it’s safe to say that it is this alter who I see trying to drown the body.” IM SCREAMING- WHO IS TRYING TO DO W H A T?! OOOH. WOW. I-

A: The definition of a persecutor, to put it in simple terms, is a “misguided protector.” They typically hold the more traumatic memories of the body that the other alters or the host don’t. Often times the persecutors see it as it’s them against the system (in this case Kunhang against the other alters), and they see things as “oh, the abuser can’t do this to me if I do it myself” then it gets worse from there. Often times they punish the body (and by extension the other alters) by making them relive the trauma. (Note that it’s very rare for Persecutors to take their anger out on other people, it happens, but it’s rare, often times the rage is turned against the system)

So knowing that it’s Kunhang who forces the body to drown…. do with that what you may.

Amendment: In greater context of the story it’s explained in his ending that he was kidnapped and held for ransom by the rivaling kingdom and upon his return it was discovered that he developed DID while in captivity.

Of course through therapy they can be taught that what they’re doing is wrong, which is what we see through Kunhang present day. But yeahhhhhhh

Poor Guanheng :(

So is Yangyang actually in love with (Y/N) or is it just infatuation?

Q: So is Yangyang actually in love with her or is it just infatuation? Ik you said you've changed it a lot but still,,, also the way the only named connections towards Yangyang are "avoid at all costs", "weirded out", and "doesn't want to die" is both scary and amusing

A: When I first drafted Zemblanity (yes there is a first draft that you guys will likely never see) it was pure, unabashed infatuation. In the first draft I actually planned for each inmate to have a certain type of complex (god complex, father complex, etc.) but I figured the topic was both too information loaded and delicate to write about accurately in a fanfiction (I’m already juggling enough with the mental disorders, I’m planning to minor in psychology so I’ve taken a few of the classes before, so I luckily have notes from there I can turn to, all I need is some brushing up) Yangyang’s complex involved him seeking the need for stability, so at the time it was indeed just pure infatuation with no feelings of actual love.

Now it’s a bit different, I can’t give you the full answer for obvious reasons, but I will say he does feel genuine love for (Y/N), and so do the rest of the inmates, there are a few things attached to that genuine love though, but then again who doesn’t have some strings attached. The only thing that separates love from infatuation are those extra things hanging on to the feelings, after all.

Amendment: So now that the series is over, I can explain in full detail. Basically it’s some form of guilt that Yangyang felt, which is explained in his ending. And it was also the need to get closure for how she died, a mix of both. His mental state has already been in disarray, so when (Y/N) showed up at the Sector I think it’s safe to say it wholly broke. And it became something of “I knew she was still alive.”

Also yeah that’s what happens when you’re tipsy and story boarding at the same time, you come up with interesting character relationships lol 😂

[Not an Ask] Regarding the Dream Sequences in Zemblanity

One would do well to distinguish which dream sequences happen real time and which ones happened in the past. In this case I’ll spell it out easy peasy, each dream sequence that is happening real time is linked by one deciding factor: Ten. Often times he’s in the background and is described as trying to tell (Y/N) something important, but she can’t understand him.

Otherwise, the dream sequence happened in the past with exception of Kun’s dream sequences in Chapter 1, which happened real time.

Interesting Theories About Zemblanity

{Prior to TWN4} Mark Lee is the True Culprit (Personal Favorite of Mine)

Theory: Okay so like I know we're all tossing out Zemblanity theories but like consider this: Who was the one who was in charge of all the years? Who else do we know has access to a computer? Who else is associated to (Y/N). That's right. Mark Lee.

Response: THE WAY I CACKLED WHEN I READ THIS

That’s it. Anon figured it out. I gotta rewrite all of Zemblanity now

I’m joking of course but this is TOO FUCKING FUNNY I 😂😂 YOU GUYS ARE SO CREATUVE

Was it Correct? As expected, no.

{Prior to TIR0} Maybe Yangyang is the best friend in Ch. 4’s dreams…

T: Lmaoo my theory is that YangYang was the best friend and whoever he murdered was the boyfriend of y/n. Hes severely mentally unstable so thats possibly why he is projecting the image of that person onto Xiaojun and why he hates him so much. Thats why he knows so much about y/n and why he had her locket.... he was also quite abusive to y/n. Maybe she had her memories of him erased somehow but he feels she abandoned him personally and thats why he tied her up??? Hmmm. Just a theory though

R: But that’s just a theory! A Zemblanity theory! Thanks for reading!

God I hope at least some of y’all get the reference

I will say, you’re not too far off the mark, but you’re not 100% there either. 👀

WIC? Not completely. They did get Yangyang being the best friend correct and that he murdered (Y/N)’s toxic boyfriend (who just happened to be Xiaojun). But that’s about it, and I applaud you on getting that close!

{Prior to TIR1} Maybe Xiaojun is the best friend in Ch. 4’s dreams…

T: OKAY HEAR ME OUT: I think is the case as to why Xiaojun and Yang² hate each other (apart from the theories I left under chp 4). I really think that Xiaojun was actually her best friend and that he helped her out of her relationship with Yang²... and I think Yang² said "he hurt her" cause hes lowkey delusional? And psychotic so he thinks everyone's put to get him. As for Ten, he needed to be her best friend since Xiaojun is an inmate WHICH IS WHY THERES NO RECORDS OF THE DAY SHE CAME TO THE MOON

R: Interesting theory, but like the others, not too far off the mark, but not quite there. Also the lack of records of the day she went to the moon, there’s a reason, but that’s not quite the reason, ahhh that’s confusing but it’s the only way I can say it without revealing too much.

Hint: Look back at the Warden’s Notes, I usually drop spoilers in them on accident and I just forget to delete it

WIC? Ah, Vicky, Vicky, Vicky, you’re gonna give me a run for my money some day. You were SO close I got scared, haha. But, sadly, incorrect. Yangyang was the best friend and Xiaojun was the toxic boyfriend. As for the records part, I thought I left enough evidence for y’all to figure out, but I suppose not.

{Prior to TIR2} Maybe (Y/N) and Ten coming up to the moon in 2004 was a lie?

T: maybe y/n and ten being brought to the moon when they were very little was a lie and thats why the records for 2004 arent there 🤡 im just a simple dumbass i'll just wait until someone smarter puts together a sound theory HSNSKS ALSO ALSO ateez concepts are always so cool i 😔🥺 always my faves

R: Awww but you’re plenty smart, love 🥺 the fact that you can put together even the smallest theory is amazing!!!

But I acknowledge your theory and will put it up like the rest ❤️

WIC? Sadly, no. And I think I should just say it at this point and ruin the spoiler but hmm... I’ll put it at the end, how about that?

{Prior to TIR4} Maybe (Y/N)’s dreams aren’t hers and she’s living through someone else’s memories?

T: WAIT CRYS- WAIIIIT WAIIIIIT WAIIIIT.... okay okay okay are the dreams or memories that appear in the chapters uniquely Yn's? 👁👄👁 (please donr make me feel like a clown cause 😣✌🏾). This is me b4 you answer my last ask BUT what if the memories arent... hers.... what if most of the inmates had girlfriends and for those who committed murder, it was linked to the s/o..? Since Kun has OCD it would explain some questionable and almost controlling behaviour towards a lover and same applies to Yang². Just a thought. A far fetched thought that doesnt make sense (not to add but if Xuxi had a lover, kidnapping would apply to the s/o or another party 👀) ✌🏾... so uh again just a thought... the memories arent... lets say consistent(?). Lkke in one of them, shes a secretary, in the other shes a teacher... okay I'm really gonna go with the theory I had. What if the dreams arent hers? Let's remember she and Ten dont have recollecting of coming to the Moon... and in that one Wardens Note Ten was shocked about info he learned at the end... I'm lost lmao. The memories arent hers, in each chapter theres a memory that may(be) include a character which is why the person is never mentioned. Another thing is that in some of the memories, she explicitly says that she has no control over what shes saying or doing which means that they happened in the past and since she has no recollection of them happening, theres a strong chance that shes experiencing it for the first time... which means that she is experiencing the dream through the original person 🤡

R: I had such half assed responses to these so lets just not type those out--

WIC? No, but also a little. The concept is there, but not really. But you were on the right track with Kun and Yangyang. But this did come out before we established that multiple timelines are a thing in Zemblanity, so I liked where you were going with this one! Technically, the memories aren’t hers, but at the same time they are.

{Prior to TIR4} Hendery might have gotten into an accident that involved severe burns…

T: Actually, I think Hendery got in a severe accident that involved 1st degree burns... and I read somewhere that if you get burned that you should put the wound underwater for 20 mins or waiting for paramedics (I'm waiting til you debunk this hehe) sO then baby was burned and since they in space... you know- gravity! And then since gravity is there, he needs to stay underwater so that he doesnt die cause of his burns 🤠

R: I mean, yes? Like medically yeah it’s best to put burns underwater as soon as you can (cold water preferably) but imagine having to stay underwater for 16 hours for a burn?I like it.HENDERY SWEETIE TOUCH THE STOVE-

WIC? Nah.

{Prior to TIR5} Xuxi’s definitely the man in Chapter 2’s dream sequences

T: OKAY SO LIKE- I'm positive of one of two things, the second chapter dream is (Y/n) and Xuxi cause in the interrogation room part 4, he mentioned how his wife is clumsy and that they havent been married for long and in that memory, the invisible person said how (Y/n) was clumsy and she mentioned how they were waiting to start a family which is a hint that they're married. So I'm pretty sure (watch me be wrong) that Xuxi was the invisible person in Chapter 2 illuding to yn being his wife now ----- but now wouldnt that mean that (Y/n)'s dead since she killed herself? Now listen, we all remember that theory of it being multiple versions of her being with all the inmates right? Well let's say that that theory is true, we basically have some sort of evidence illuding to that. Both versions so far of the wife/girlfriend has died and if it's all those timelines crashed together, itll make sense as to why they all know her (one way or another)... 👁👄👁

R: Ooooh interesting, alright how about the other dreams now 😗 I’m interested in this theory, That is also true, according to the basic logic of the multiple lives/timelines theory

But is it what’s happening in Zemblanity?😗

WIC? Yup. I actually never intended for the dreams to be purposely hidden, like literally the dreams subjects are who’s featured in the chapter HAHA but yeah. The only thing off about the theory is the last part tbh.

{Prior to Chapter 5} Xiaojun knows everything

T: Okay so the girl always dies and there has to be something about her that warrants that. Xiaojun said he knows/remembers more than the other inmates so that could be what he is holding back from the warden.. Maybe he knows the reason why? Maybe he has some other information? All I know is, from what we've learned, Xiaojun really did do "what he had to do" and there has to be some other thing he did that would have warranted him going to Sector V because that can't be it.

R: Maybe so 😗

But that will be revealed with time

WIC? Xiaojun does know what happened in the last timeline, so whatever he learned back there transferred over. So yeah, kind of

{Prior to Chapter 6} The Dream Guy in Chapter 5 is Hendery

T: the dream guy in chapter 5 is hendery cuz the dreams seem royal-ish and the guy gave me “prince” feels and technically hendery’s a prince so yeah. and he said his true self will be hiding behind a facade and hendery seems like he has a split personality. so basically he got his new personality by repressing memories of (y/n) (he was the only one who seem to not know (y/n) when they met). and also the way the “king/prince” said “Don’t.” (tea scenario) and hendery said “Don’t” gave me chills

R: Nice catch 😏 I’ll admit you’re on the same path as many other readers, very good 👍

WIC? Yuuup.

{Prior to Chapter 6} The Multiple Timeline Theory (Note that many people contributed to these so they may not be consistent)

T1: So like my theory is that the boys had met (y/n) in different timelines?? Like for example Kun is timeline 1, and (y/n) had died there??? — jongin smth. And theen on her next time line— she met lucas idk its smth like reincarnation or just like because sector v has a unique time and reality. Like they all lived in different realities but sector v connects all of those realities— in which (y/n) was also in. And another theory (since best friend and boyfriend conflict goes on throughout the previous chapters) each wayv member is like the bestfriend or boyfriend of (y/n) each timeline— like ten in this present timeline Buuuut i cant explain why yangyang is the one on 7th timeline whilst ten was currently the one (y/n) knows personally

Add on: I was reading anons theory and I was thinking the same thing. Because time is different In the sector that allows them to be in the same timeline. (Think ATEEZ new concept where they all knew each other but got separated, but are coming together again.) This would also explain all of the different voices that Y/N hears and how in the warden noted that Ten is starting to piece things together.

R: (½) I said this in the previous post but I actually really like this theory, it’s a very interesting take on what’s going on. Posting this one first so it appears below the first part!! Ooooh this one’s different from the ones I’ve read so far, I like where you’re going with this one anon, props to you for cutting from a different fabric!

Ooooh and the theory deepens, you guys are so creative I love it 🥰

WIC? Not far off the mark, but not a bullseye.

{Prior to Chapter 8’s Release} The inmate from 2022 (mentioned in TIR6 and TIR8) is Ten

T1: So I wanted to write it in the comments but I have an idea and wanted to write "directly" (I also don't use ask option a lot so also It will be multiple part so sorry 🥺🙏) I got a sudden idea while looking at the dates of the newest interrogation room and the dates of when the Inmates were brought to Sector V and... I think I got something... Kun, who was the first one to come to sector V, first came in February but the Interrogation takes place in January and a whole ass moth before it.

So I came to a sudden realization that there was a 7th Inmate who allegedly killed himself. And then my mind made a connection to Ten who in the MV and promotion shots was shown to have the same V tattoo as the others. Could it be that Ten was the original Inmate? It would kinda add up i think. Like there is a possibility that The Warden (our Father) was fed up with him and killed him but filed it in reports as a suicide.

It could be that it isn't our Ten because if my Multiverse Theory is right that would open a lot of possibilities. It could be a wierd coincidence to have two Ten's in the same Building (not that I'm complaining) so it could be less likely. But I have two versions of the theory. The second being that neither Ten or we have a recollection of how and why we were brought to the moon station. Which in on itself is pretty fishy. But to assume for a second that Ten was convinced of Murder...

And maybe he was tortured to the point of amnesia and/or memory loss and then tossed out of the Sector with some false memories but somewhere in his head he “remembers” (something like deja vu) about what happened “last time” and when she wants to meet the others he tries to prevent it.

Underneath there, somewhere in his mind he knows what he did wrong and tries to prevent it from happening again. He knows that whatever happened to us can happen again if we meet the others. Or we are all in a loop and Ten is like Sans from Undertale and knows it all and has godlike powers. Idk mate it's 1 Am in Germany and I'm basically sleeping at this point. But remember it's just a theory. A Zembalty Theory. (hopefully I wrote it right) also sorry for spamming your inbox 🙏🥺Love you

R: Yessssss, also I like this theory, more answers will be revealed soon.

That is true 👀 But if I recall correctly, I believe it was the eighth inmate that offend himself 🤔 but it is an interesting theory, I’ll give you that.

I have grown very fond of the multiverse theory, there’s a lot of space for it to grow. But as for your second theory it would tie in the missing files from both 2004 and 2019 😗

WIC? Ten was, indeed, the original inmate. Also I did allude to their being a “time loop” of sorts in much of Xiaojun’s parts.

T2: Theory time hehehe The inmate from 2022 was actually Ten- and he was bargaining with (y/n)’s father (who i assumed did not die in the original timeline) for smth (like he requested Ten to go back in time since he mentioned that Ten figured out a way to travel through time) *i connected the time paradox here wherein one goes back in time so things change in the future.

But then Ten betrayed the previous warden and killed him (past of warden)— thats why his death is still a mystery—- and this leads to the current timeline where Ten becomes the warden instead of (y/n)’s father living up till 2022— and this also leads to Ten not knowing what he did on the other “future” and probably not being a criminal— (but that would also mean the deal wont happen right? Idk anymore)

and probably the old warden requested him to go back to 2004??? “As long as you refrain from killing anyone else, you should be fine, I’m sure you’ll remember at least that much.” Also take note of this— its like if Ten* refrains from killinganyone else from the past then he’ll remember atleast some parts of their deal when the future changes

So ye this is me trying to understand the masterpiece called Zemblanity. Kudos to you for making my brain active during quarantine 🥰

oof i forgot a detail —- thats why Ten (as (y/n)’s bestfriend and warden) doubts if he could even trust himself— and why his populace records is a mystery to (y/n) Anyways thank you for taking your time to read these! 🥰☺️

R: Now this is a theory I enjoy! Very well thought out, but I must say, although it hasn’t been explicitly stated I assume is implicitly understood, the Warden has some control over the timelines considering that each inmate is, theoretically, from a different timeline. For Ten to be able to do it, assuming he is the unknown inmate, he would have to have already gained the status of Warden, which is impossible considering that the old Warden is still alive.

Ah yes, a classic time paradox, we certainly love those, don’t we? If only we were at that part in Zemblanity where the rules of Time were strictly laid out, but alas, we are not. So for now we will settle for this paradox that if Ten was thrown back in time and killed the Warden, the conversation will never have taken place, and Ten would have never, theoretically, been sent back in time.But then again if the Warden wasn’t killed and the conversation did take place, that would establish an entire time loop, wouldn’t it? Just Ten constantly going back to 2004 and reliving everything only to be sent back again, and again, I wonder what needs to be done differently, hmm…

This is a possibility, and I was going to mention it in the (2) of this ask, but I actually found that it would make more sense to put it in here. If Ten was, theoretically, sent back in time, how would you explain (Y/N) and Ten having memories of when they were toddlers? Assuming you’re intending that if Ten was sent back in time he’d still be a full age adult.

It’s no problem, I’m trying my best to keep your minds sharp while we all spend our days in our homes hehe… Ohhh and thank you! I’m so glad you enjoy my little (okay actually huge) story of Zemblanity!!!

This is a theory I like a lot, I can tell you put a lot of thought into it! But it would explain why there are some lapses in Ten’s judgment as to who he can trust, and it would also explain why (Y/N) had to search up Ten’s name in her Records database

WIC? Actually, this is probably the closest one to the truth anyone has ever gotten. Props to you, anon!

T3: Did they agree to have Ten stay out of it so he was there to protect YN since none of them could do it cause they clingy af and would of started a war and killed each other 👀🙊 and cause they mental health is deteriorating more and more in the Sector they willing to throw Ten out the way to get her back 🤔🤔🤔

AAAAAAALSO!!!!! Rereading the Warden Notes, there was mentioned of 8 inmates but the 8th killed himself so it was decided to be maxed out at 7.......who be the 7th inmate..... I swear tf if I'm right about Ten imma be needing at least 4 bottles of wine to cope, however if I'm wrong! I'm still gonna need them 🙊 (I'm so sorry, these were all EUREKA moments.....i didn't mean to spam)

R: Ooh I like this one, but I do have to say why Ten? But if this is true, I’d argue that either Kun or Hendery could’ve done it too, Kun’s a patient character and Hendery’s pretty chill. Plus according to the story line Ten and (Y/N) came when they were toddlers and both have memories of such, hmm…. 🤔

FOUR BOTTLES AHAHAHAHA. Also noooo I don’t mind spam at all, love, so don’t worry ❤️ But yes I do acknowledge that I wrote that the Sector is maxed out at 7 but I will also say that it doesn’t necessarily mean that there were seven at the start of the story 👀

WIC? Sadly, no :(

Special Questions

So... what happened to the 2004 Flight Records?

To put it simply, the Warden (Park Hyunjun) destroyed them. The Sector works in strange ways, as seen when the tapes from TL8 transferred over to TL9 for (Y/N) to see them. This is a special power of the Warden, the ability to allow items to transcend different timelines, which is only possible in Sector V (due to it’s independence of most of the rules of time). During his final negotiation with TL8 Ten, prior to sending him back in time to prevent the total destruction of the moon colony, he implies that he’d leave everything in place for the paradox item to find it’s way to Ten, and he’d keep him under watch.

However, Ten didn’t come to the moon in 2004. Now this is on me, I never explicitly said it, only left clues for it to be found. The records were damaged, but why? Every inmate has access to the Records room, but none have an incentive to destroy it, except for the one person it would apply to, in this case Ten. The Warden is implied to have special abilities in the Moon Colony, usually to prioritize the greater good of the Colony (i.e. calling the shots for executions, destroying cards, withholding evidence, etc.)

Now, TL9 Ten couldn’t have destroyed the records, why would he? But, I’ve mentioned on occassion that Ten was “always at war with himself” and, I quote from Ch. 1, “Sometimes [he has] to remind [himself] that [he’s] the Warden.”

There isn’t significant evidence that Ten wasn’t on that flight, but on the other hand there isn’t evidence that he was. All we have to go off of is the damaged flight records and what the Warden said in his tapes prior to being killed.

Do with that what you may.

Who was the eighth inmate who killed himself?

Sadly, no one actually important to the main story. He was just there so I can establish why there were only six inmates in the Sector at the beginning of Zemblanity, and why Ten was able to get convicted in there after the fact.

What about 2019′s records?

That was just a way to throw you all off, haha, it seemed like it worked. I never said that there weren’t any 2019 records, they were just tampered with and Mark had to reenter them, and I’ve long established that their Supervisor tends to make them work more since he’s that shitty a person.

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prompt: “Stay with me” + “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything” based off this prompt list. requests are OPEN!

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You tried to focus on the work in front of you. It was a regular Tuesday afternoon at the office and your surroundings were quiet – the whirring of the photocopy machine in the background acting as white noise. Staring daggers at the spreadsheets in front of you, your brain refused to absorb any of the information. Your ears were tuned into the humming of a muted rap coming from the cubicle next to you, and a sound that you usually managed to ignore was somehow the one reason you couldn’t focus today.

Ever since a couple weeks ago, when your usually noisy and annoying work neighbour had offered you a hot drink and his spare clothes, you couldn’t get him out of your head. It was after a particularly bad day, what with you being dumped over a text and then ending up getting soaked in the pouring rain. Min Yoongi had gone from being someone you despised to someone you were now constantly thinking about at work.

‘All because he was nice to you once,’ you berated yourself mentally. How pathetic were you? To let one kind gesture affect you like this? Although, to be fair, Yoongi’s incessant teasing had significantly decreased over the past couple weeks. He was almost nice to you – he still joked and teased you, but it was now in the form of cheerful workplace banter and you found yourself not minding it one bit. And as if that was not the worst part, you had started to notice the little things you had somehow overlooked before.

Like how Min Yoongi was actually a very handsome man.

Letting your forehead hit your desk, you let out a light groan. Tapping your feet angrily on the floor you sighed.

“You okay there, squirt? You sound like you’re in pain.” a voice piped up and you lifted your head slightly to see the dyed white blonde of Yoongi’s head poking into your cubicle. One earphone still in, the other hanging down his chest, he had his eyebrows raised as he looked at you. You hated how cute his scrunched-up nose was.

“Yeah, m’fine,” you mumbled, waving a hand weakly at him. The last thing you wanted was for Yoongi to read your mind, he was weirdly good at doing just that. Yoongi looked at you disbelievingly, but he changed the subject.

“You coming tonight?” he asked. You tilted your head, so your cheek was resting on your desk instead, facing him. That’s right, tonight was the monthly work social. The human resources department, in desperate attempt to increase inter-work bonding, had arranged these. The email reminder you’d received yesterday stated that this week it would be laser tag. You usually passed up on these events, not really being too friendly with anyone you worked with.

“I don’t think I will.” You told Yoongi, hoping he’d drop the subject. Was that a flicker of disappointment on his face?

“Well you should,” he said instead, returning his focus to his own computer and typing away. “It’ll be fun and then I’ll have someone to show off my skills to.”

“Skills?” you snickered. The typing sounds stopped and Yoongi’s head reappeared outside his cubicle.

“Excuse me, I’ll have you know I am extremely talented at laser tag,” He stated, mock offended. “I’ll buy you a beer so you can come, and I can prove it to you.”

“Damn you really want me there to show off your skills,” you said, chuckling, pushing yourself off your chair in order to go make some coffee. When Yoongi didn’t answer you looked back at him. He was looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Of course, I want you to come, it’s not fun otherwise,” he mumbled, his face unreadable. You blinked, your heart picking up its pace. What did he mean by that?

“Fine, if you insist, I guess I can stop by,” You said softly, playing with a strand of your hair. His face visibly brightened at that, making your heart flutter when he shot you a particularly wide gummy grin. “Do you want some coffee? Black right?” His smile faded again as he looked at you, expression unreadable once more. You desperately wondered what that look meant and a petty side of you wondered if he looked at other women like that too.

“Yeah, thanks, I’d love some.”

You stared at the meeting spot for the social in disbelief. It was a bar. You double checked the email on your phone to make sure this was a place, but you didn’t need to, since you heard your name being called. Looking up, you grinned at perhaps the one person you knew slightly well at work.

Jung Hoseok made his way over to you, brown hair curling, and his signature wide smile on his face. Hoseok worked in human resources, and you had a sneaky suspicion that laser tag had somehow been his idea.

“You came!” he yelled over the loud music.

“I thought we’re supposed to go to laser tag,” you responded jovially. Hoseok made anyone around him feel comfortable, and it was hard not to be friendly.

“We’re going after this,” he grinned, raising the bottle in his hand at you.

“Drunk laser tag? Really Hobi?”

“Please the place is full of like, ten-year olds, we need that extra kick,” You laughed at that and accompanied him to the bar to order yourself a drink. “How come you’re actually here though? Didn’t think this was your scene.”

Your fingers clasped around the cold bottle of Blue Moon that the bartender set down in front of you.

“Min Yoongi made me.”

“Min Yoongi – as in – the Min Yoongi in your department Min Yoongi?” Hoseok stuttered. “The one you got into a yelling match with at the Christmas formal two years ago?”

“Yes, the very same,” you sighed. “Where is he anyway?”

“Excited to see him, are we?” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You scowled and flipped him off, but he only laughed good-naturedly.

The rest of your time at the bar was spent with Hoseok, Yoongi nowhere in sight. Trying to hide your disappointment, you laughed at all of Hoseok’s jokes and forced him to show you pictures of his dog. What felt like an eternity later, Hoseok said it was time to head to laser tag. Downing your second beer of the night you eyed the boy next to you.

“I’m gonna go round up everyone – wait for me by the doors?” he said before scampering off to go find others from your company. You slapped a few bills on the bar and made your way to the exit. Not wanting to look lonely, you fished out your phone and scrolled through twitter. Not for the first time you mentally berated yourself for not being more social.

“Hey, you,” a familiar voice said, and you looked up. Yoongi stood there, dressed in what you could only call a stark contrast from his usual semi-formal work attire. A cream baggy t-shirt, and ripped black jeans complete with a leather jacket. His ears glittered with multiple earrings, dangling every time he moved his head. His platinum hair shined in the lighting. You blinked at him, dumbfounded, trying not to hover over the fact that his gaze gave you once over. You hoped your casual sweater and jeans were up to standard. “How’s it going?”

You blinked again. You’d never known Yoongi to be the type to make awkward conversation openers. But you played along.

“Waiting for Hoseok so we can head down,” you answered, putting your phone away. Yoongi pursed his lips. “Where were you anyway? I arrived ages ago.”

“With the guys,” Yoongi gestured to a group of people you weren’t familiar with. When had he made friends at work? He had seemed even more anti-social than you, but you had assumed wrong. “I saw you with Hobi and didn’t want to interrupt.”

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, you heard your name being called for the second time. Looking up, you felt your stomach drop – but not in the fuzzy way it had when Yoongi had arrived.

Your ex-boyfriend stood there, looking surprised. It seemed he’d just arrived.

“It is you!” he said and made his way over. You gulped. “How have you been?” Your tongue felt tied, but you couldn’t help the burning anger that was bubbling up inside you. Yoongi must have sensed your change in mood.

“Hey man, I’m Yoongi.” He said casually, sticking out a hand.

“Hansol,” your ex said, taking it, a questioning look in his eyes. “Are you two--?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied casually and you whipped your head to look at him. His face didn’t betray anything. “We are. Let’s go,” he said, the latter part of his sentence addressing you. He grabbed you by the elbow and began dragging you out before you could say anything.

Once you were outside you huffed, pulling yourself out of his grip.

“I could have handled that,” you said angrily. “I’m not a damsel.” Yoongi shrugged.

“That’s him, right?” he asked, and you raised your eyebrows. “The reason you arrived soaked to the core that day.”

“How did you know?”

“Your expression,” he shrugged again. “Haven’t seen it since that day, he must be some scumbag.”

“You still didn’t need to do that,” you said, although your anger was fast dissipating. “I wanted to tell him off.”

“Well,” he said. “Do it. Yell, scream. Say something – anything. I’ll listen.”

“I’m not going to scream at you,” you huffed. Yoongi flashed you a crooked smile.

“Don’t take your anger out on people that don’t deserve it,” he said sagely. “But you also need to let it out at some point.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked abruptly. You assumed the alcohol in your system had given you the courage you needed to voice the question that had been plaguing your mind. “You weren’t before.”

“Ah,” he mumbled, scratching his ear nervously. “I’m sorry if I came off as mean. My brother told me that I was going about it the wrong way, but I think it was just a defense mechanism to tease you incessantly. Doesn’t make it ok though.”

“Going about what wrong?” He stared down at you; lips pursed.

“I’ve had a massive crush on you pretty much since I started working,” He said, his voice quiet. Your ears were ringing and suddenly your hands were feeling warm. “And I didn’t know what to do about it – and then I waited too long, and you had a boyfriend.”

“Hansol and I weren’t even serious,” you whispered.

“How was I to know that?” He stared nervously at you. “Have I made you uncomfortable? I could leave—”

“No,” you said, your voice still hushed. “Stay with me.”

Yoongi froze, hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket. You smiled shyly up at him. Before you could say anything else, he was leaning in, his hands coming out to cup your cheeks, tilting your face up.

His lips were soft and tasted like rum. The kiss was full of hesitation, but when you reached out to fist your hands on either side of his jacket and opened up to him, you felt him lean in, hands traveling to your head, fingers gently sifting through your hair. You could stand here all day getting drunk off Yoongi if it wasn’t for the rude interruption that came not seconds later.

“And what do we have here?” Hoseok’s coy voice sounded, surrounded by a few people from work who were emerging out of the bar, and you jumped. It seemed Yoongi was caught off guard too, for he let you go quicker than lightening.

“Shut up Hoseok,” you hissed, your ears going warm. Hoseok grinned as he moved his gaze along from you to Yoongi, who seemed to be suddenly very interested in the night sky. You reached out to hook your fingers through Yoongi’s, much to his surprise, and smiled when you felt his grip tighten around you.

“Don’t get left behind,” Hoseok said slyly as he turned and walked down the street. You groaned loudly and Yoongi laughed, a tinkling, delighted sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“I live just around the corner actually,” he coughed. “You wanna ditch?”

“I thought you wanted to show off your laser tag skills.”

“Are you kidding? I only said that to try and get you to come. I’m not about to get beaten in a virtual game by preteens in front of the girl I like.” He was smiling his full gummy smile down at you, and dazedly you thought you could get used to this.

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pixelatedrose · 4 years

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Brilliance Part Two

Brilliance Of A Dying Star

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Word Count: 2,403

Pairings: Rociet, background Intuality, eventual Analogical

Warnings: Uncensored swearing, bombing, minor alcohol mention, fighting (verbal) if there’s anything I missed please please tell me, and if there’s anything you would like me to tag, don’t hesitate to ask!

Summary:

Roman Prince lives in a world where the population is split between super powered people and normal people. These super powers were soon named Flaire. And even though he desperately wished he had a Flaire of his own, Roman lives life working in a cat cafe alongside his coworkers, a few of which have Flaires. His life is fairly normal and tragically mundane until a local superhero crashes into his apartment.

Chapter 2

"You're the guy from last night!!" The shorter man yelled.

Roman scoffed offendedly. "And you're the fabulous bastard who broke my window!!"

The golden haired boy piped up. "And I'm Patton!!" He said. The pair looked at him and his smile became sheepish. "Sorry, I felt left out. I'll just….wait over here for my order." He scampered back and away to a table where he tried oh so hard to look like he wasn't eavesdropping on the heated pair.

Roman turned back to the man with off-colored eyes. "What are you even doing here?" He hissed. "Following me for something?"

The short boy snorted. "No. Why would I follow you?" He said with something akin to distaste. "I just want a damn drink, alright, Sir Fabulous Bastard?" He finished his sentence with a scrunched up face, using his hands to make air quotes.

Roman crossed his arms and huffed. "Fine. What do you want, Ruiner of Windows?"

"Just a m- black coffee."

Roman raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"

The man scrunched his shoulders and peered bitterly at the menu above. "And a blueberry muffin." He finally said.

Roman let out a breath of air, trying to ignore the increasingly obvious glances and glares the man was getting from Virgil across the room, the thin man trying to look intimidating despite the multiple felines draped across his body. "Can I have a name for the order?"

"Dai." The man said.

Roman raised an eyebrow and wrote 'Day' on the cup. "Dai huh? Isn't that a bit-"

"I am not here to talk, idiot. I'll have you know that because of the ruckus you made I lost my target."

"Well maybe you shouldn't break people's windows." Roman said, handing off the cup and order to Alice.

"I had to hide somewhere and your little apartment just happened to be the perfect place."

"That's a load of bullshit. There were plenty of other places you could have hidden."

"No there really wasn't. I had to be completely hidden and there was only one place that wouldn't arouse suspicion and it was in your house, jackass."

"Oh so I'm the jackass here? For doing what? Being upset you broke my fucking wind-"

A lady with two children pointedly cleared her throat behind Dai, the other woman with her holding her hand. She looked significantly at the children and back up at the arguing pair.

Roman raised his hand in apology. "Sorry, ma'am." He turned back to Dai. "Listen I can't argue right now, but this isn't over, shorty!!"

Dai made a noise and opened his mouth to talk before the golden haired boy took him by the arm and pulled him away.

A few minutes later Alice came out with the two boy's orders. "Patton and Dai?" She called, eyeing Patton as he played fondly with a calico cat named Truffle.

Patton bounced up to the counter, Dai following slowly behind. "Thaaat's us!!" He trilled happily, following it with a short giggle.

He picked up his cup and skipped back to the table. Roman tuned out after that, knowing the drill at this point. Logan would come out with a small bag of three or four raspberry thumbprint cookies, and the two boys would talk while Patton finished his snack and coffee.

That was how it was supposed to go, anyway.

"You delusional moron!!" Dai's voice sounded and Roman looked up from his phone to see the furious boy. "My name's spelled with an 'I' dumbass!"

Roman threw his hands up in defense. "Well how was I supposed to know that. I didn't know there was any other way to spell the name Dai!!"

"Well you didn't ask, did you?"

"And you didn't tell me! What's the 'I' for anyway? Infuriating?"

"That's what you've devolved into now? Childish name calling?"

"Well you look child sized so how was I supposed to know you were above it? I was just trying to come down to your level, Prince charming."

There was a small pause in which Dai seemed to ignore him before he snapped back to attention. "Oh sorry, are you done talking about yourself finally? I couldn't tell, all the noises coming out of your mouth all sound like the same annoying shit."

"You really are a little bitch aren't you?"

"I try." Dai sneered.

Roman hardly noticed when Logan and Patton got up. Logan walked around the counter and placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder, Patton doing the same to Dai on the other side.

“Hey, Dai, maybe we should just leave the nice barista alone?”

“Roman, I do believe that you need to calm down a significant amount. You are going to scare the other customers.”

Roman scrunched up his shoulders and crossed his arms. Dai looked at him through furious and challenging eyes. Roman looked away and out the window, letting Logan remove their hand from where it rested on his shoulder. Dai finally turned and started to walk away again.

Of course though, Roman couldn’t keep his dumb mouth shut. “The only one who’s gonna scare customers is this half sized asshole’s glare…” Roman muttered.

Dai spun around, rage so explicit on his slowly reddening face. And if Roman didn’t know any better, he’d think he might have just seen the short boy’s left eye flicker- like static- for just a moment. “What?!” Dai shouted.

Roman shrugged Logan’s hand’s off his shoulders this time. “Oh you heard that? Good! Because it’s TRUE! Your glare would kill puppies if they came too close! Maybe that’s why your friend took you to a cat cafe instead! Keep casualties to a minimum!”

Roman swears he’s never seen someone more angry. “Listen here you janky ass smirking creton, you have no-”

And suddenly Dai stopped. His eyes changed. His expression switched. Something was wrong.

Roman ignored it. Like an idiot. “What? Ran out of clever things to say? Come now, I thought-”

Dai clapped his hand over Roman’s mouth. When had he jumped on the counter? “Shut up for a moment…” He wasn’t looking at Roman anymore. Instead his off color eyes were searching the cafe for something.

This is just another stupid trick. Roman thought. Dai is gonna look at me with that stupid smirk and tell me something like ‘finally it’s quiet’ or something else just as-

Then Roman actually heard it. So did Virgil who had been watching everything from the back. And Roman only got the chance to see terror flash across his friend’s face before the thin man called to the cats in the cafe- his Flaire- gathering them in a corner of the room before Dai tackled Roman to the ground and screamed, “DUCK!!” Right as the ticking noise turned into a boom.

~~*~~

Roman’s ears were ringing.

His head hurt too.

There was someone on top of him.

He tried to take a breath- No he coughed out a breath.

There was smoke everywhere.

He remembered Virgil in the back…

Roman gasped and tried to stand up, pushing the person off of him. “What-” He stumbled back into the back counter holding his head and wincing.

Finally everything stopped ringing enough that he could make out his own thoughts. He opened his eyes to a scene he never expected to witness.

The whole front quarter of the cafe was destroyed. Glass was everywhere and black charred marks seared the ground and ceiling.

Roman glanced over to where Virgil had been. He was crouched low to the ground and Roman could only suspect he was sheltering the cats with his body.

He glanced over to see Logan on the ground next to him, a small cut above their eyebrow. They looked like they would be fine, as would Virgil.

The other customers in the shop looked to be relatively unscathed, as did Patton. How that had happened Roman could only guess.

Roman turned to see Alice standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he was glad to see she wasn’t hurt.

“Dammit…” Dai spat as he stood up, looking around the wrecked cafe. “There’s no way they could have followed me here! How did they know...I could have sworn…”

“Dai!!” Patton made his way over to the short boy, a small crack in his big round frames. “What was that?! Do you think they could have followed you?” His voice was slightly hushed, as if it was a secret.

“I don’t know…” Dai murmured. He pulled out his phone which was relatively undamaged and dialed a number, Roman didn’t bother to see what it was.

Instead he picked his way over to Virgil who was covered in small bits of rubble and dust. “Vee!! Virgil are you okay?!”

Virgil slowly sat up, moving from where he sheltered the small animals. “Y-yeah...I think I’ll be okay...I only noticed the sound in time to call them to me, but I think the cats are okay too…”

Logan walked over to them with Alice by their side. “It seems a bomb went off…” They said, glasses missing from their face. They must have fallen off in the explosion.

“No shit…” Alice said, looking around the wrecked cafe. “What are going to do now though?”

They all paused. What were they going to do?

Logan could easily find themself work in their aunt’s bakery while the cafe was being repaired, but for Virgil and Roman...it was a bit harder.

Virgil’s Flaire would make you think it’d be easy to find work in the animal industry, being able to command and talk to animals like that, but as it turned out, a lot of people didn’t trust him. He had gotten fired from his last job working in a veterinary clinic because too many people filed complaints saying he was too controlling with their animals. He’d been offered many jobs at local pounds and animal control facilities, but he turned them all down. He hated the idea of using his ability to only contain dangerous animals.

And Roman...Well this job was his everything. He could probably find work elsewhere, but it would be hard to find some place that would pay as much as the job he had at the cafe. As it was, he was scraping by with just the cafe and his band. And he really didn’t want to have to take two jobs. And if worse came to worst, he might even be forced to drop out of the band until the cafe got repaired.

What were they going to do now?

~~*~~

The police showed up and started doing their work. Roman and his coworkers were released to go home finally. They all decided to follow Roman to the bar where he was scheduled to play that night. Thomas had joined them too. After their first few songs were done, they all sullenly drank together, mourning the loss of the cafe that had brought them all together.

Eventually Thomas spoke up. “I’ve recommended you all to different places.”

Virgil’s head shot up. “You’ve what?!”

“Calm down. Virgil, I recommended you to a rescue shelter. I covered your Flaire with them and they’re not bothered by it. Alice and Roman, I have a friend that owns a diner not too far from here, they said they’d be delighted to give you work while the cafe is being repaired. And Logan-”

Logan held up their hand. “No need. I already contacted my aunt. She’s more than willing to let me work in her bakery. I thank you for the recommendation, Thomas, but I got this one covered.” They said, a sad, weathered smile finding its way to their lips.

Virgil spoke up. “What about the cats? Where are they gonna go? I don’t want to just give them up to a shelter.”

Thomas nodded. “Don’t worry about the cat’s Virgil. I know someone who owns a small farm who said that they’d take them in for a while. They’ll be safe and taken care of there, I promise.”

Virgil relaxed and they all fell into a quietly bitter silence.

This shouldn’t have happened in the first place… Roman thought. By the sounds of it, it was the same person Dai was after last night… Roman got up, telling the others he just needed to use the bathroom. He instead turned and found himself outside in an alleyway. “That means it’s my fault it happened…” Roman leaned against the wall and looked up at the light polluted night sky, only about ten stars visible. “If I hadn’t been so loud when Dai came in, maybe he could have caught that bastard…” Roman slid to the ground and hid his face in his chest, guilt eating at his stomach.

He heard the door open behind him and he sighed, starting to stand up. “I don’t want to talk about it, Vee-” He stopped when he saw a short boy with golden eyes that didn’t quite match one another.

Dai leaned against the doorway, his gaze met Roman’s for a split second before trailing the opposite wall. “I didn’t know you played in a band.” He smirked. “You sound just awful.”

Roman looked away. “What do you want...If you’re here to tell me it’s my fault, too late. I already-”

“I’m not here to scold you, dumbass.” Dai rolled his eyes. “I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry. It’s my fault your job got blown up and I’m sorry.”

Roman paused. “...You’re not sorry about the window-”

“Hey!! That might have been my fault too, but that one was unavoidable!” Dai yelled.

“Oh my god..AGAIN?! There were plenty other places you could have hidden!! It’s not like my apartment building was the only building on the street!”

“How many times do I have to tell you that your house was the only place I could have hidden properly?!”

“I- ugh...you know what, forget it. My life literally just blew up in my face today…” Roman sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Just go away...Tell the purple haired boy to come and get me when I’m on next…”

Roman didn’t notice the way Dai’s eyes softened for a moment, the way they actually looked sad. He opened the door and before he left he paused. He opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it shut, swallowing the words, “You sound good, by the way…” Like hot coals.

A/n: I’m sorry I kept you guys waiting so long and Sorry this chapter is so messy!! I had a vague idea and the words didn’t come too easily this time. I’m so very very excited for this story though!! I have ideas that I’m excited to put to word and I can’t wait to share it with you guys! till next time, stay fresh and minty my friends!

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cassiecasyl · 4 years

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i’m a ghost but i don’t live in winter

Hello there, I’m back with another fanfic! This one’s about Bucky.

title (prompt): i’m a ghost but i don’t live in winter

fandom: marvel cinematic universe

relationship(s): Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

summary: At night, Bucky is lost in his mind.

tags: Mental Health Issues, Depression, Bucky Barnes has PTSD, Bucky Barnes-centric, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

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Sometimes, it all felt so unreal. Steve snoring softly next to him, the warm darkness surrounding them, the peace he hadn’t felt in years. It was all displaced yet bright and clear before his eyes. A dissonance within the home he’d found here, but he could never quite figure out where within the melody it was.

Steve moved slightly and his arm bumped against Buck, sending a shiver of fear through the soldier. For a moment, all his senses blared in red alarm, and his muscles tensed in preparation for a fight. Bucky closed his eyes for a split second to draw in a deep breath, before scanning the empty room. The shadows in the corners wanted to play with him, and the curtains asked for a dance in the wind that swept in through the tilted window. He ignored their pleading arms and inaudible calls, something he could identify as imaginary.

Bucky sighed and shifted slightly. There was nothing here to harm them, yet he still couldn’t shake the fear. It was everywhere, in the way Stark would glare at him, in the way the others sometimes tensed up around him, in the way Steve would look at him as if he couldn’t believe he was really here. Maybe he wasn’t, he thought then. The Bucky he knew had died long ago, bleeding out in the snow after falling off a train. The Bucky that came back was a ghost story, a man as harsh and unforgiving as the winter, killing whoever dared to gift their fate to his cold claws.

“That wasn’t you. It’s not your fault,” Steve would whisper to him now, his words shooing the darkness away, but these thoughts were annoying geese.

“We both got red in our ledger, and we’d like to wipe it out,” Nat would comfort him in her own way, “it is hard, but we can try every day.”

This felt more sincere somehow. To Steve, he was a ghost, his resurrected childhood buddy, and he was forever grateful for that. Natasha though understood what he had gone through, having lived through it herself to a degree. Sometimes, it was just impossible to forgive himself for everything he’d done while being Hydra’s assassin, especially when a new memory surfaced from the depths of his shredded mind. He knew they were more they took from him. On some days, he was grateful for that. On other days, he wept for all the victims he couldn’t remember.

“Buck?” Steve groggily asked, his eyes barely staying awake, “what’re you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted after coming up short for better responses.

Steve sat up at that, his eyes now filled with an edge of alarm and worry, leaning in carefully to wrap his friend in a hug. “Nightmare?” His fingers brushed away the bleak breeze Buck’s mind had brought, and the soldier smiled at Steve. It was an expression on the thin line between being true and fake though, with the indecisiveness of never leaving that line, and Bucky hoped his friend couldn’t tell. He felt the warmth through a veil, removed somehow from his feelings, yet able to observe and act accordingly. Like a ghost, he realized.

“No,” Bucky answered truthfully, as there had been no real reason to his early waking.

He was a ghost, a mere story, lost in the winter and long gone...

“Then why are you up?” Steve insisted, drawing a low chuckle from Buck. He reached over to ruffle Steve’s bed hair, but his shoulder ached in a ghostly pain as he realized there was no arm there. It was a familiar pang echoing through him, not missed by Steve, though Bucky quickly stopped his eyes from glossing over. Now was not the time to space out into the depths of his mind.

“Because I woke up,” he deadpanned before turning slightly to comb his right hand through Steve’s hair. It did significantly nothing to soothe Steve’s concern, but it did enough to shoo him away from the topic.

“Come back to sleep,” Steve now begged, “it’s still dark outside.” His long arms tried to pull him back into the warmth, his hands burning against Bucky’s cold skin. It was a glowing stick melting the snow, and Buck was ready to fall into the sun he promised. It’d been always like this, he remembered, Steve was the ray of sunshine and Buck the cold watchdog. Or was it? Long-forgotten jokes lay on his tongue, but the frost choked them on his vocal cords.

A shadow stuck its tongue out in the corner of his eye, and Bucky spun around in a quick motion. There wasn’t anything there, of course, just a play on his heightened senses.

“You don’t need to watch over me anymore, remember?” Steve chuckled behind him, still tugging at his arms. He didn’t need him. The thought swirled through his head, followed closely by similar ones. “The war is over. We’re safe here.”

Then why didn’t he feel safe? Why did everything feel detached, removed like his left arm, leaving only a ghostly sense of pain? He settled his upper body down next to Steve, who grunted satisfied. For a moment, they lay in the wet cold mud of a battlefield somewhere in Germany, the sounds of gunshots and screams in the distance slowly coming closer. It had rained the night before, but the cold fall air was nowhere as freezing as the winter that later claimed his body.

He breathed heavily as Steve’s warm arms wrapped around him and brought him back to reality. It was warm here, but Bucky still wasn’t sure whether he belonged. He was an impostor of Captain America’s childhood friend, a ghost of war. It was carved into his bones, random Russian words and the destruction they meant.

He would never understand the faith Steve had in him. This stupid faith that nearly got him killed, the same one that broke through his brainwashing. Of course Steve had forgiven him. It hadn’t mattered what he did. Steve always believed in the good in men, and above all, in the good in those he chose. And destiny had decided over and over again for Bucky to be this person, it seemed. What was he to do with that? It was a different Bucky Steve lost and missed, who was he to fill that hole? How was he worth all this?

The broken anger in Stark’s eyes after he watched the footage still haunted him. The screams and cries of countless victims still filled his dreams. The way his body suddenly switched into the ways of a killer horrified him to death.

The Winter Soldier was still alive underneath all the healing he was granted here. He lurked in the shadows in a forgotten alley in his mind, watching his every step and movement. He was a thread, and so was Bucky.

He was a ghost story, the Winter Soldier a whispered legend to instill fear in whoever dared to cross his way. Maybe he’d died to be reborn, but sometimes Bucky could barely grasp life as it was. He was out of his time, and though the Soldier had learned about new technology, it still felt alien to him even when his fingers knowingly used it. Some things only his muscles remembered and some things seemed too easy to have learned for the first time. It scared him, all the things his own mind kept hidden from him. It was a lifetime lost, decades thrown into the abyss of oblivion. Now here he was, in a body far too young to have withstood a century, and he struggled to remember how he even got here. It was unreal, though he had learned to recognize reality.

Steve fastened his hold around his torso, embracing him in the warmth and keeping him in the here and now. He’d found a home here.

Bucky was a ghost of himself and at a loss of memories, but Steve was breathing steadily next to him and he somehow knew it wasn’t a dream. His warmth let the snow in his mind melt, and even when he still felt like a ghost at times, as long as he stayed here, he knew didn’t have to live in winter.

#Bucky Barnes #Winter Soldier #my fic #this wasn't meant as stucky i swear #they just happen to share a bed #omg they were roommates #feel free to tag it as ship tho idc #mental health stuff #depression #stay safe people #prompt jar

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Humans are Weird “Hell School.”

Based on a prompt from a reader hope you like :) Don’t forget to send those critiques, questions, comments, messages, and prompts!

“Adam!”

“ADAM!”

“Coming.”

Krill peered from his spot on the couch as Captain Vir made his way down the stairs quickly at the call of the Alpha female.

“I just got a call from your old High School.”

Krill watched in fascination as the man’s eyes widened his knees locked up and he skidded right into a doorframe.

He rubbed his head as the alpha female peered around the doorframe.

“Well what do THEY want…..” He frowned

“Oh, Adam, don’t sound so annoyed, you’re a bit of a celebrity, and they just want you to come and give a talk at the school about your work, no big deal.”

“I most definitely will not! I’m not going back to that place.”

***

They stood outside the massive concrete and brick building as snow billowed around them. High chain link fences rose towards the cloudy sky.

“It looks like a prison.”

“It IS a prison.” The man muttered trudging through the snow and up to the doors carrying Krill over one shoulder contained within his specialized containment unit. He shouldered open the doors into the warm entryway bombarded suddenly by an array of pulses. The doors ahead of them buzzed once and then blinked green letting them inside.

“That’s new.” The man muttered stepping into the long hallway to stomp snow from his boots on the inner carpet. Setting down the containment tube, he opened the door and allowed Krill to scuttle outwards onto the floor. He looked around in curiosity, eyes wide and wondering at the long hallway lined in doors and strange containment lockers blinking lights red for locked.

“What is this place?” He wondered following the Captain towards the first set of doors.

“Hell Krill, This is hell.” Krill kind of doubted that. Very much as they passed through the doors into a small office space with a long desk manned by two plum middle-aged human females. They looked up as he entered looking confused for a minute before.

“Adam, is that you, I barely recognized you under that.” She waved a hand up and down, “and the gaudy eyepatch doesn’t help.”

He frowned, opening his mouth to respond.

The woman nudged her companion, “Look Susan its little Adam Vir, can hardly believe it.” It was just then, she noticed Krill, and the scream she let off could have ruptured glass if there was any glass in the room to be found. “What is that?!” She demanded leaping backwards nearly out of her chair. Krill found himself oddly satisfied. A lot of Earth humans weren’t nearly as brave as their space human counterparts. He had never made a human scream before.

“That.” Vir said smugly, “Is Krill, my crew’s acting medic and, oh yeah very much an alien.”

The woman stammered for a moment before grabbing a couple of badges and tossing them over the desk towards Vir who caught them and gave a grin.

“The auditorium.” The woman said curtly before retreating further behind her desk, as Captain Vir led Krill back out into the hallway and down. Krill watched the doors pass by peering in through cracked doors at lines of desks and young humans staring glassy eyed towards the front of the room listening to a single voice droning on and on.

“Really captain, what is this?”

Captain Vir sighed, “In this country and on Earth I general, it is mandatory for everyone to receive public education up until about the age of eighteen. One this continent we have elementary middle and high school education. Subjects include science, mathematics, English, communications, linguistics, geography, health and physical education. Then we have sports teams tagged onto that for after school activities.”

“That’s…. actually quite amazing Captain, I never knew that about humans.”

“Don’t worry, it’s generally completely useless and everything about it is designed to torture your soul into apathy.”

Krill followed confused but said nothing as they were met by a man who, claimed to be the “Principal”/ He was thrown off momentarily upon meeting Krill, but eventually let them backstage giving them a place to sit and rest while he called the students from class. He warned that there would be a few more curious people in attendance. Vir was beginning to look a little green.

They waited back stage for over an hour before the principle came back patting Vir on the shoulder. In that time Vir had changed into his uniform.

Krill could hear the sounds of many voices echoing up from the chamber beyond as the principle walked out onto stage. Distantly Krill could hear the speakers booming overhead, “Five years ago, Earth began peace talks with the Galactic assembly, and it took almost two years for earth to finally accept the terms of the peace talks. The six month war with the Drev took place two months after we joined, and a thousand of our soldiers were sent in aid of our galactic allies. Much of this had been made possible by a man who graduated from this very school not so many years ago. At only age 20 Then Lieutenant Adam Vir was the first human to encounter sentient life. Two years later he fought alongside our galactic allies in the war against the Drev. He received a purple heart for injuries received and a silver star for valor in action. Two years later he was promoted to the Rank of captain, and now currently pilots our furthest reaching human space vessel. He has worked, in part, for the Galactic Assembly, and has helped with the construction of many human-related laws, now Please give a warm welcome to Captain Adam Vir.”

The man took a deep breath as the polite clapping began motioning Vir out behind him as he walked onto stage. Upon seeing Krill, the room erupted in a measure of gasping, shrieking and awes of wonder.

Captain Vir leaned against the podium and waited for the crowd to die down. Krill hid behind him.

When they finally did, he responded, “Look I don’t have a speech prepared or anything so if you want me to talk you better ask. Otherwise I can stand here for an hour staring at you and just make it weird and awkward for everyone. Don’t bother raising your hands, I’m not about that.”

Pause, “What the hell is that!” He frowned, “That is actually very rude, so don’t be a Jerk.” He stepped aside allowing the students to see Krill, “This is my crew’s acting medic Krill. If you have one of those universal translator apps on your phone, you should probably use it unless you have the implants and then, more power to you.”

The phones were already out pointed directly at Krill. Questions were shouted out at random and at great vigor.

Krill stumbled to answer most of them unsure how to answer the question. Despite his poor stage presence, the students seemed thrilled that he could even talk. There was never a moment of silence, and why would there be, this was probably the most interesting thing that happened to them all year.

“Do you wear the eyepatch because you think it makes you look cool?”

There was a pause, “I have two answers for that one. One I don’t have an eye, and number two…. Yes…. Absolutely why wouldn’t I wear an eyepatch. My question is, why wouldn’t anyone else?”

“What did you get your purple heart for?”

“Well, I got my leg ripped off by a big ass alien…. Uh sorry I mean a nine foot tall alien.”

A collective, “Woa, can we see it.”

Krill was stunned, little savage.

“Yeah, sure.” He reached down and pulled up the leg on his pants to reveal the robotic leg underneath. “It goes up to about mid-thigh, good model though.”

“Tell us your most interesting story.”

“Oh…. Well sh- I mean uh….. I have a lot, like there was the time I lost my eye, saved an alien race from bubblegum pink overlords, ran a marathon on a class A-1 Death planet to avoid dying, accidentally killed an alien pirate by spitting on him, got locked inside a Rundi prison, navigated an asteroid field manually, killed a serial killer who tried to kill me, saved an alien child from drowning, won a battle by throwing rocks, battled an underwater leviathan, survived an attack by pirates, and uh of course made contact with the first E.T. life.”

The crowd was silent before demanding that he tell them as many of his stories as he could before their time was up.

Krill was encouraged to jump in on the stories, and by the time they were done Captain Vir was significantly more relaxed than before. Krill hid behind the podium most of the time.

Eventually the Principal had to dismiss the students to a chorus of booing, “Alright, Alright, enough of that, and les thank Captain Vir, for coming to speak with us today, no, no I have already gone over all the time I am willing.”

Vir stepped down from the stage greeting and speaking with some of the students as they left. Krill stood beside him as, suddenly the man grew stiff.

“Hey look Alien Adam, Can’t believe it’s really you.” A rather large…. Mildly flabby human walked up to the two of them. He looked Captain Vir up and down, “and you finally got some muscle on you.”

“And you finally got fat.” Captain Vir responded immediately. The other human seemed surprised before his eyes narrowed in anger.

“You-“

“The captain held up a hand, “Ah ah, hold on distinguished veteran with frontal lobe damage, I can’t control my impulses.”

Krill looked between the two men, “You know each other?”

Before the other man could speak, captain Vir held up a hand, “Yes, we do, he made my life a living hell for four years all because he peaked in high school, and I didn’t. Now I’m winningly successful, and he’s been in the same dead-end job for the past seven years.”

“Brain damage?”

“No, that was all me. And one more thing. I was right.”

The man huffed, “Come on Adam, you can hardly blame me. You were a weird kid like I mean what kind of person ACTUALLY believe in UFO’s and Aliens. It wasn’t normal.”

“Oh yeah, and it was only about me being a geek, nothing about how skinny I was, or the graphic T-shirts, or how short I was, or my braces, or how bad I was at sports. And I’m going to go right ahead and point out that a lot of people believed that the sun revolved around the earth for a long time, that didn’t make them right, but you couldn’t leave it alone, and now that it turns out I wasn’t crazy you seem to think it’s just ok to come up and insult me again.”

The man worked his jaw somewhere between anger and surprise.

“What, have nothing to say now, that I won’t just lay down and take it…..” He took a slow deep breath calming himself, “I found what I was looking for, and I don’t need you explaining yourself to me. You were a jerk, and here was no reason to be. You messed me up for a long time, but I am over what you did to me, and I am done with this conversation.”

He stepped past the man with Krill at his heels Krill following after, “What was that about?”

He sighed long and deep, “I wasn’t always as fantastically awesome as I am now.” He chuckled to himself, “When I was younger, a lot of people didn’t believe in Extra-terrestrials, interstellar technology was still in in its infant stages….. And, I well, I believed that everyone was wrong. I was sure aliens were real, so I looked for UFOs, I spent all my allowance on a telescope. I was so obsessed, it came at the exclusion of everything else, health, sports, eating, I was probably really weird, and some people used that as an excuse to be real assholes to me.”

“Is that common in human schools?”

Captain Vir sighed, “All too common I’m afraid, thousands of years and we still can’t shake it…. But I was right.”

“We were never alone.”

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #earth is space australia

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variabels · 5 years

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Fictober 2019 #1 Ganondorf creates a Kpop group

A/N: Yo, what is up? I’m back with the crack. I’m in such a good mood because my three fav players (Leff, Armada and my man, Samsora) made it into summit.

Anyway, this is part of the fic I started last fictober I suck at romance. You can read it if you want, chapter 4 is my favorite one. But to summarize, you just need to know that Link wants to break up with Zelda because he’s bored of their relationship and that Ganondorf works at the Apple store in costumer service where he’s really just doing odd jobs and getting paid a lot to the point he’s the asset of the store.

Prompt number: 1 “It will be fun, trust me.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): Super Smash Bros

Rating: Idk, T.

Warnings/Tags: kpop

Words: Idk, I just write everything in a long file with a bunch of crap, so I couldn’t count.

Ships: Link x Zelda. A bit of Marth x Roy, mainly Ike making jokes about them. At this point, I think Ganondorf x his job at the Apple store qualifies as a ship.

“Won’t lie, you’re the last person I expected to see here,” Ganondorf admitted as he stared at the short blond in front of him, “You must be in quite the pickle if you’re asking me for help.”

“I have no other choice,” Link sighed, “I’ve tried everything and I always fail.”

“Not surprised. What do you need help with anyways?”

“Help me break up with Zelda.”

“You truly are desperate.”

---

Ganondorf had gathered Link and his friends to the training room. No one was quite sure why they had to be there but Link had told them it would be fun.

Ganondorf entered the room holding a huge radio and a bag full of CDs and accessories. He set everything up and soon, the training room looked more like a stage.

“I am training you guys for karaoke,” Ganondorf announced, “You five will be singing some Kpop songs about breakups with Link as the center. Any objections?”

“I can’t read!” Pit reminded Ganondorf.

“And I can’t dance, like at all,” Roy admitted, “Dancing doesn’t run on mom’s side of the family.”

“I don’t like karaoke,” Ike said, “I’ve never even sung before.”

“Can I be G-Dragon?” Marth asked.

Ganondorf facepalmed so hard he almost had to go to the doctor. He was not ready to work with the group of idiotic friends. When they were all separated, the five friends were actually quite competent, but having them all in one room reduced their collective IQ to 0.

But there was no time for the Gerudo king to worry about his own feelings. He had to get the job done, nothing was more important than his reputation as the most valuable employee of the Apple store.

After a week of training, the boys were ready. But they still had to choose a song and that was probably the hardest part of the whole plan. They needed a song that was quite clear on the message Link wanted to convey.

Ganondorf had prepared a list of songs but clearly, none of the boys besides Link really cared about the list. They all wanted to sing their favorite songs instead and those songs happened to be the complete opposite of the concept Ganondorf and Link wanted.

“No, Marth, we can’t sing Bang Bang Bang,” Roy argued, “Fantastic Baby is clearly the superior BigBang song.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” Marth snapped, “Bang Bang Bang is way better, plus it fits with our breakup concept. If the only word Zelda understands is bang, she’ll think that Link’s shooting her.”

“But according to your line distributions, we’re the only ones saying bang bang bang. She won’t think Link’s the one shooting her.”

“She’ll think that you two should go bang bang bang in your room,” Ike smirked, “We should sing As if it’s your last.”

“I want to sing Gangnam Style!” Pit smiled.

Ganondorf sighed and looked at Link for answers. The Hylian said he’d go ask Zelda what music she liked so that he could choose the exact opposite.

---

Zelda was walking around the Smash Mansion’s garden when Link ran up to her. Link never ran up to her, so she knew he had something important to say.

“Zelda, what’s your favorite Kpop group?”

Zelda was shocked. Link never asked her questions. Was he finally trying to be a decent boyfriend?

“Um, I only really like EXO and Red Velvet.”

“BigBang and Blackpink it is.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Do you want to go to the karaoke tonight?”

“Karaoke?”

“It will be fun, trust me.”

Zelda naturally accepted. She didn’t know why Link chose the karaoke but he always chose weird places for their dates. She was excited Link was the one asking her on a date for once. But she couldn’t help but think something was wrong.

---

It was the night of the karaoke. Ganondorf had gathered the boys for one last training session. While the three Fire Emblem lords had a boring fight about what the microphones’ colors should be, Link asked Pit for a request.

“Pit, I need you to act as cute as possible so that you can seduce Zelda,” Link told the angel, “That way, she’ll move over really quickly after our breakup and she won’t be sad about it.”

“But I don’t want to date Zelda,” Pit complained.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.”

“All of you shut up and listen to my advice!” Ganondorf yelled, “Link, you need to make sure all the random stranger girls fall for you so that Zelda gets even more pissed off. It would be even better if you fell for one so that you’d finally have the motivation to break up with her. Or fall for one of your friends, I don’t care. Just fucking break up with her already, I have a reputation to uphold.”

---

Zelda had chosen her coolest dress in the hopes of impressing Link. Had she really been serious about impressing him, she would have changed her hair.

As she entered the karaoke, she noticed Link and his four friends. Zelda wanted to groan very loudly. Link was obsessed with his friends, it was like he was more in love with them, than he was with her. If he liked one of them, why didn’t he just break up with her?

Zelda wanted to yell at him but she quickly remembered Link had never specified it was a date and sighed with relief. Still, she hoped that if Link really did leave her, it wasn’t for one of his friends. She politely greeted Link and his friends and they all prepared to take the stage.

“I want to dedicate these songs to Zelda,” Link spoke into the microphone.

Zelda was really happy her boyfriend was singing something for her, he had even gotten his friends to help. Except that he’d chosen to sing a song she didn’t like. She assumed he was saving the best for last since he was going to sing multiple songs.

But she didn’t like any of the songs they were singing. She didn’t care that their dancing and singing were almost inexistent, she just wanted to hear songs she liked. Meanwhile, the crowd appeared to be really into the performance.

Zelda got herself a glass of water and sighed as she watched the performance. There was no coordination at all. Marth and Roy were getting significantly more lines than the others because they chose to song Japanese versions of the songs, Link was getting all the English parts and Ike was doing random adlibs. Poor Pit didn’t even have his microphone on.

Zelda felt so bad for the angel. He was clearly putting everything into the performance but since he couldn’t read, he wasn’t allowed to shine. Yet despite this, he stood out to her because of how cute he was.

“What am I thinking?” Zelda said out loud, “I’ve already been through this.”

Zelda was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the pattern in the song choice. Ganondorf realized Zelda wasn’t paying attention, so he told Link to start plan B.

“Zelda, this song describes what I feel towards you,” Link said.

“Please fuck me, Link!” some random girl in the crowd shouted.

“I’m so sick of this fake love! Fake love!”

Link was screaming at the top of his lungs but Zelda somehow managed to assume that he was being sarcastic and giggled thinking it was a joke. Zelda, why?

It was break time and Ganondorf gathered all the boys in the men's room. Link and Zelda were going to break up or his name wouldn’t be Ganondorf, the Apple Store’s best employee anymore.

“Guys, sing the most disorganized mess you can think of. I’ll play all your songs at the same time.”

Everyone seemed pretty happy with his suggestion. They changed into the outfits they actually wanted to wear and rushed back to the stage.

“Zelda listen carefully,” Link said as the start of Zelda’s favorite song ever started to play.

Now Zelda’s attention was on the stage. She couldn’t wait for Link to start singing. But before she knew it, the song stopped and five songs played at the exact same time. No one was even singing the same song, they were all in their little bubbles and somehow still managing to hype up the crowd.

Zelda was pissed off. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She hated being pranked. But she hated when her favorite artists were insulted. She went up the stage to confront her boyfriend.

“What was that?” the angry girlfriend yelled, “How could you insult my favorite song like that?”

“After all of this, you couldn’t even figure out what I’ve been trying to tell you?” a clearly annoyed Link asked.

“Oh, I’ve figured it all out. You hate my favorite music. Link, we’re over!”

“Wait… Are you serious? Are we finally breaking up?”

“Yes, you never truly loved me. You just wanted to bang all your friends.”

“Eh, close enough.”

“Oh, wow...” Marth blushed, “I never knew Link felt that way about us.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Ike started, “We just need Roy to take Marth to his room and bang bang bang his brains out so-.”

“W-what!?”

“Great idea, let’s go sing Bang Bang Bang in our room,” Roy interrupted.

---

The boys returned to Marth, Roy and Ike’s room to celebrate Link’s breakup. While Marth and Roy sang BigBang songs, the others talked about the day’s events.

“I can’t believe I’m finally single again!” Link sighed in relief, “And she was the one to break up with me, so she won’t feel depressed for a month.”

“Why did you even date her if you didn’t love her?” Pit asked.

“Her eyebrows were better than my Zelda’s eyebrows. I just had to say yes when she asked me out.”

“I can’t believe you dated her for a petty reason and she broke up with you for a petty reason,” Ike facepalmed.

---

Meanwhile, Ganondorf was sitting on his desk laughing his ass off as he counted all the money he had gotten. He was the best Apple store employee the store could ever dream of. He would have accepted a promotion, but he wouldn’t get paid as much.

The King of Darkness laughed the entire night much to his roommates’ dismay.

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A/N: I actually really like kpop and I respect all the groups mentioned. I just thought it would be fucking funny to have Link and Zelda break up over kpop.

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 5 years

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Nightmare

Captain America!Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier!Steve Rogers

He tossed and turned for most of the night, too afraid to truly fall back into a deep slumber, lest he succumb to the nightmares once more. They plagued his mind more often than not, running rampant while he struggled to get the sleep he desperately needed.

a/n:pics are not mine!(if anyone knows who edited the Bucky pic tag them so i can!) warnings:violence, gore, brainwashed Steve Rogers, death

If you’d asked Bucky what his least favorite memory was, it would be the day he gained the super soldier serum. Now that wasn’t to say he was ungrateful because of it, it just made things more difficult than they needed to be. From being stronger than any man or woman that roamed the streets, to people recognizing him almost instantly. It was the unwanted attention he mostly hated, seeing how often people seeing him for his body, rather than the person inside.

The only reason he’d even joined the army was because of his best friend, Steve Rogers. He’d gotten drafted only six months after the war had begun, barely twenty-one years old. He was tall, standing at nearly six foot, lean muscles that he’d gained from working at the docks after his mother passed away. Bucky had been envious of him, he was slightly shorter, standing at just under 5’9”. It wasn’t until after he’d gotten the serum that everything seemed to shift, he was taller, significantly, and much broader and wider.

Steve had barely been able to recognize him, his entire platoon had been captured, held in cages like animals. Things began to shift suddenly, Bucky had noticed subtle differences in his friends' eyes when they would talk, the way they seemed so dull now. He’d barely even glanced at Agent Carter when she came to talk to Bucky, nodding slowly as she gave the details of a recon mission.

The day Bucky would lose Steve forever.

He’d reached for him, fingers grazing along the metal pole as he struggled to catch his best friend from falling down into the ravine below. His screams echoing as he watched his life flash before his eyes. Bucky no longer cared who was in his way anymore, taking down anyone that stood in his path of rage.

Nothing would ever be the same, Bucky wouldn’t get to live his life with his best friend by his side. Everything felt wrong now.

~~~~ 2013 Bucky watched as everyone in the room began to argue, from Tony, to Fury who looked annoyed with everyone’s shit. All he wanted to do was go back to his apartment and relax, catch up on the last near seventy years worth of life he’d missed out on. He wanted Steve here more than anything.

The fight was intense, nearly killing everyone before it was finally over, a calm settling over them as they watched the skies clear. A weight had lifted off his chest, almost as if he could breathe easier for a little while. Until the rest of the team left him behind to go be together, gathering around a table that could barely fit them all. Bucky had known when he wasn’t wanted, had known his entire life. But to witness it so blatantly, it hurt just that much more.

So he did what he felt best, hid himself away from the rest of the world, only coming out to go on missions whenever Fury asked. No one else accompanied him, except for the Shield agents that were assigned to the mission as well. They didn’t make conversation with him, keeping a distance that felt safe. Bucky preferred it, if anyone were to ask he’d rather no one ever spoke to him again. Loneliness was better than the pity stares he got from the rest of the team.

2019

And then he met Sam Wilson, the man who turned the world on its head when he had nowhere else to go. He made Bucky feel safe, a warmth blooming in his chest he hadn’t felt for over seventy years.

“How’s life been treating you since you came back?” Sam was sitting across from him after a meeting at the VA.

“The same as before, I’m still their puppet, only coming out to do their bidding when it needs to be done.” Bucky was ready to hang up the shield, make a life for himself that he wasn’t allowed to have.

Sam wasn’t blind to how Bucky felt, how horrifically he’d been treated after coming out of the ice. From the ‘adoring’ fans, to the hate he’d received from anyone who thought he didn’t deserve to hold his title. The very man who’d helped take down an entire army by himself, didn’t deserve to be labeled Captain America.

“You ever think about retiring?” Sam had asked that question more times than Bucky could count, it never changed his answer.

“The world would fall to shit without me now, how many wars were there after I went into the ice?” Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes.

They’d fought two wars, and only won one of them. There was no way he could sit back while innocent people lost their lives for a ridiculous cause. Sam had fought in the war they’d been fighting for years, longer than anyone before. He’d lost someone close to him, and Bucky refused to let anyone else lose someone they needed.

“They’re wrong about you, you know.” Sam leaned forward, resting his forearms against the large oak desk.

“It doesn’t matter what they think of me Sam, I put on the suit and do what needs to be done.” Even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.

Sam didn’t say anything for a few moments, letting his words sink into the air that surrounded them. He wanted to tell Bucky he was wrong, that there were people who cared about him, but this was a man who’d made up his mind a while ago. He wasn’t Bucky Barnes anymore, no, once he’d gotten the serum he’d become Captain America.

“Did you ever have someone? Back before you crashed the plane?” That was a question he hadn’t gotten before, he’d always claimed he was alone for most of his life.

Which was true, except for one person who had caught his eye when he was too young to even know what love was. His mother had seen it before even he had, the horror that crossed her features when she realized whom her son was in love with.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t able to tell them before it was too late. It doesn’t matter anyhow.” The pain pulled at Bucky’s heart, reminding him of how alone he truly was.

“They got a name?” Sam knew not to push, Bucky had a lot of secrets, and this was one of his biggest.

“Steve.” Bucky had come to terms with the truth, knowing that the one person he’d fallen in love with, had died in front of his eyes.

It was a recurring nightmare he had almost daily, watching Steve die, or being the one to fall from the train while Steve screamed his name. Something that would haunt him for the rest of his days, as limited as they could be.

“Rogers, they wrote about him in the history books, alongside you of course.” That was one of the first things Bucky had done after he’d woken up.

They weren’t kind to him in the textbooks, tarnishing his name as if he were a criminal rather than a war hero.

“I didn’t want to be Captain America, not after I saw how it affected everyone around me. I was ready to give up the suit before I even knew how to handle it.” His family were gone, nothing but memories he’d hold onto forever.

“They needed you, you saved more lives than anyone in history by crashing that plane. What about the other Avengers?” Bucky grimaced at the mere mention of them, arms crossed over his chest.

“They look at me the same way everyone else does, as if I’m some kind of freak.”

Bucky had kept the arm hidden from everyone for a while. It’d happened during a freak accident, they were unable to repair his arm, leading to the one that had been made for him. It was too heavy, pulling against the skin of his shoulder every moment he was awake. Howard had made it for him, alongside the shield he had in his apartment.

“It’s a prosthetic, tons of people have them now, why is yours any different?” Sam, always the wise guy.

“Mine was made back when Nazis were still around, I’m one of the strongest people in the world with this alone.” Sam seemed to take that into consideration, as if what he was saying was new.

“That’s just ridiculous, they got exactly what they wanted, and now they’re upset because you’re not a puppet anymore.” Bucky raised a brow at the other man, it hit too close to home.

Sam was right though, the day Bucky stopped playing by everyone else’s rules, it seemed almost glaringly obvious that he wasn’t treated the same anymore.

He left the meeting feeling slightly better, the weight of the word still resting against his shoulders as he stepped into his apartment. His cat, Alpine, had made himself comfortable on the recliner nearby the window. He’d make it up to him next time he ran to the store, get him the wet food he really liked.

The light was filtering in from the windows, giving the room a somber glow as he took in the various articles he’d framed. From back when he’d first gotten the shield, to the most recent one where he’d accompanied Tony to a gala, god that was a nightmare. The snotty guests that turned their noses up at him, acting as if he was a waiter instead of a guest.

“Steve, it’s too much of a risk, I can’t do that to you.” Bucky stared at the blonde, gauging his reaction.

“I’m not gonna let you go alone Buck, you’re my best friend.” Steve slapped a hand against Bucky’s shoulder, igniting a fiery pain across his back.

They’d only just put the arm on, throwing him into physical therapy before he could even stand up properly on his own. He needed to keep Steve safe, no matter how much it took of him, even if it meant he’d get discharged from the army.

The lights around him dimmed, a sharp gust of wind whipping harshly against his face, it felt as if knives were cutting into his skin.

“Why’d you let me fall Buck? All you had to do was hold on, you let me die.” Steve’s body was littered with cuts, blood staining the dark green uniform.

“I didn’t let you fall, I swear!” Bucky reached towards him, hands falling just short of where he stood.

“It’s all your fault, you let me die in that ravine.” Blood began to pour down his arms and legs, staining the ground in crimson.

“No!” Bucky lunged forward in the bed, sweat dripping down his chest as he struggled to take in his surroundings.

The clock on his bedside table, one of Alpine’s beds on the floor, a pair of boots near the door, a masked man standing in the doorway.

Sighing softly, Bucky laid back against the bed, the fear suddenly locking him in place as he glanced back towards the empty doorway.

“It was just a nightmare, nothing more.” Though his heart rate refused to slow down, beating erratically as he slowly took in the items surrounding him.

“What’s another hour lost? Not like I’ll be able to get it back anyway.” Bucky roughly pushed the plush comforter off his body, throwing his legs off the side of the bed.

He’d been losing sleep for the last few months, unsure of what was causing him to have such vivid nightmares. It felt as if he was back there, on the train with his best friend, the man he was in love with. Steve was none the wiser though, looking around for a woman to warm his bed almost every night. Where was Bucky in all this? Pushed aside like some piece of trash as if he meant nothing?

The only time he ever truly mattered was back after he’d gotten the serum, taking down enemy soldiers with a simple flick of the wrist, it was all too easy. There were so many good people by his side, and now they were all gone, lived lives of their own. If only Bucky hadn’t been selfish, had made Steve return home so he could also live a happy life.

Shield had issued him a therapist after he’d come out of the ice, though, Bucky refused to ever speak to anyone. They wouldn’t be able to understand what he’d lost, how he’d been ripped out of his own time, and forced to become a soldier once more. It was why he was thankful for Sam, he helped tame the demons that Bucky kept hidden.

“I’ve been having dreams about Steve again, they all end the same though.” Bucky wrung his hands together, metal and flesh alike.

“Blaming you for him falling off the train that day?” Bucky could only nod, Sam hummed softly, writing down the notes quickly.

Bucky hadn’t been able to stop himself the first time he told Sam about the nightmares, how they were tearing him apart. He just wanted to relax for one night, to be free of all his worries.

Which is how he found himself staring down a man he never thought he’d ever expect to see again. He didn’t look like himself though, from the beard that covered his face, to how dark his hair looked. There was no doubt though, the man staring back at Bucky was none other than Steve Rogers.

“Steve?” Bucky’s whisper sounded broken, tears sliding down his cheeks as he stumbled towards the brunette.

When had he lost the blonde? And how the hell was he even alive!? Bucky watched him fall to his death!

“They warned me about you, said you’d try and use your tactics against me.” Steve’s shoulders were stiff, stance strong as he stared down the other man.

“Steve, you’re my best friend.” Bucky kept his grip tight on the shield, eyes never leaving the other man. “I won’t fall for your tricks, Captain.” Steve’s voice was like ice, cutting into Bucky’s skin.

They stalked one another, as if the other was prey. Bucky wasn’t sure what to anticipate with this new version of Steve, someone he didn’t recognize at all. This wasn’t the man he’d fallen in love with back in the 40’s, the person he’d called his best friend.

“You’re my mission.” Steve lunged towards the other man, landing a rough hit to the shield Bucky held up to cover his body.

“Your name, is Steven Grant Rogers!” Bucky pushed back with the shield, teeth grinding together.

He was going to get himself killed, Steve was a lot stronger than he last remembered, and right now was proving just that.

They were equally matched, neither able to land a solid hit without the other blocking each kick, or punch. Until Steve managed to wrench the shield from Bucky’s hands, throwing it too far for him to be able to reach. Realization washed over Bucky suddenly, unless he was able to get the shield back, Steve would be able to do more damage.

His horror became a reality, as Steve drove a knife deep into his stomach, driving it in until the handle was pressed flush to his ribs. He grabbed onto Steve’s arm, blood coating his tongue as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Bucky!” Sam’s voice echoed through the comm as he flew down, landing barely ten feet away before sprinting over to Bucky.

Steve pulled the blade out, letting Bucky drop to the ground, blood soaking his uniform. This was how his life was going to end, taken by the very person he’d called a friend so long ago.

“Buck, I need you to try and stay awake for me.” Sam dropped down beside him, pressing down against the wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding.

Why hadn’t his body tried to heal itself? Was it finally giving up? Unable to heal from the damage he’d put it through one last time.

“Ste..he’s...Sam he’s,” Bucky struggled to take any air into his lungs, wheezing as he clutched the ground. “He’s here, Sam.” He glanced over Sam’s shoulder, at the man who still held the blade loosely in his gloved fingers.

Time seemed to still as Bucky’s vision began to grow fuzzy, swimming as his head laid down against the ground. Blood coated his lips, trailing down into the stubble he’d carelessly ignored to shave. Sam tore open the front of his suit, noticing how much larger the wound was. Why hadn’t he worn the steal suit? What made him choose the suit from back when he walked with the Howling Commandos?

“Bucky, I need you to try and relax, please.” Sam ignored the tears in his eyes, grabbing a new set of gauze to stop the bleeding.

Bucky let out a loud sob from the pain, hands clenched into fists as he struggled to keep a grasp on reality. If he could keep his eyes on Sam, he’d be able to stay alive long enough for the serum to heal the wounds.

The light seemed almost brighter, as if he was reaching something he was so desperate to finally grasp onto. Everything would fall into place, granting Bucky the one wish he’d had for so long.

The air seemed to still as he pressed harder, noticing the lack of movement from Bucky’s chest, how his hands had become limp his sides, eyes that held no life.

“Bucky! C’mon man, you gotta keep breathing for me.” Tears dripped from Sam’s cheek down onto Bucky’s chest, his sobs echoing through the air as he crumbled.

“Please, don’t do this to us.” Sam gripped onto the torn pieces of his suit, uncaring of how the blood seemed to soak into his own skin.

Steve hadn’t moved from his spot, watching as Sam cried over a man he’d once known, someone he’d fought alongside for so long.

“Oh my god.” Steve dropped the knife, knees slamming into the ground as his hands began to shake uncontrollably at his sides.

Sam wanted to attack him, to drive the same knife into his throat that had taken away Bucky’s life. He couldn’t find the energy to move, to do anything other than sob for the man he’d just lost.

The only sound in the field, was that of the two men that cried, even the wind was silent.

2 Months Later They laid Bucky Barnes to rest, surrounded by friends that could consider themselves family. Soldiers said a silent prayer for the man who helped shape a generation, fighting off the protesters who claimed Bucky deserved what had happened. Thankfully, the group was small enough to be arrested on sight.

“I can’t begin to ever apologize, what I did was beyond forgiveness.” Steve ran his hands through his hair, a sigh slipping through his lips.

“There’s nothing we can do to change the past, he at least tried.” Natasha had been wary of Steve the moment the psychiatrists deemed him sane enough.

There was something about Steve that threw her off, something he refused to share to anyone that could keep a secret. She’d seen the file, that Hydra had captured him back in ‘43, was it because Bucky blamed himself for Steve being captured? He’d cried in her lap so many nights, saying that if he’d been faster he’d of saved his best friend.

“He was so scared to be a hero, said that it wasn’t what he’d signed up for. He did it to keep his family safe, three sisters, and his parents.” Steve reached for the glass of water he’d poured when they first arrived back at the compound.

Natasha eyed him carefully, fingertips gliding over the knife she’d slid into the garter on her thigh. Was it normal for someone to bring a knife to a funeral? No. Natasha wasn’t stupid though, she knew better than to trust Steve.

“There was, umm, something he told me back before we went on the mission to find Zola. Said he couldn’t keep it hidden anymore.” Steve chuckled softly, it sounded weak even to his own ears.

Sam glanced over at him, hands wrung together painfully as he used his strength not to attack him, again. “Told me he was in love with me, that he couldn’t remember a time that he wasn’t. And what did I do? I fucking told him it was wrong, that I didn’t feel the same for him, that he didn’t understand his feelings, as if I knew any better.” The glass in Steve’s hand shattered, shards slicing through the skin easily.

No one moved from their seats, all watching as Steve started to realize what he was saying to everyone. Bucky had bared his heart and soul to the man, and in return he stomped on it as if it were the end of a cigarette, leaving behind nothing but ash.

“It’s all my fault.” Steve couldn’t breathe suddenly, eyes going glassy as he stared down at his still bleeding hand.

When had his hands begun to shake? And why was his vision suddenly so swimmy? He was just talking about Bucky, the one that he’d known back before the war.

“Steve?” Sam’s voice sounded far away, as if he was talking through a tunnel.

Steve lifted his head, sweat beading around his temples as he pushed himself off the couch, blood smearing across the otherwise pristine couch. Glass slipped farther into the open skin, slicing open his fingers further. The noise was too loud, far too loud for where he was at the moment.

“I’m gonna need you to sit down, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Sam reached over, nervous as to what Steve had planned to do.

“Steven, what do you think you’re doing?” The doctor glared angrily at him, clutching a syringe in his right hand, knuckles gone white from the tightness of his grip. “I don’t belong here!” Steve stepped away from the doctor and guards that surrounded him, fear overtaking all of his emotions.

There was nowhere for him to run, men strong enough to overpower him standing on all sides. Fear was running through his veins, if he could escape then he could get back to safety, find Bucky and get away from this madness.

“You haven’t the slightest idea, do you?” The doctors lips upturned into a sickening smirk, enough to nearly cause Steve sick.

“Your dear little friend is dead, lost in the arctic.” He gestured to one of the guards, who stepped back to receive what looked like a paper.

There, in bold letters across the front page stared back at him. Captain America Has Died Steve couldn’t control the bile that rose up in his throat, the acid spilling onto the floor as tears ran down his cheeks. Everyone he had known was gone. He was truly alone in this world. ~~~ Sam, and Nat watched nervously as Steve shook against the side of the bed, arms wrapped harshly around his legs, pulled flush to his chest.

“What’re we going to do?” Natasha was angry with the man that she’d watched for the last few days, angry at what he’d done.

Most of all, she was angry with herself. If she’d only given Bucky the trust he deserved, he wouldn’t of been rotting in a coffin.

“Tony said they’re going to execute him, that he’s too unstable.” Sam frowned, watching the brunette with a close intensity.

“Maybe they should.” Natasha’s eyes narrowed for a second, too quick for Sam to gauge a proper reaction from her.

Sparing one last glance at the man they knew as Steve, Natasha, and Sam stepped away. This wasn’t their fight, it was already lost.

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storiesandgarbage · 5 years

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It’s just rec softball

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Style: One-shot

Warnings: Language (is that even a warning anymore, y’all know I can’t help it), the most sassy Y/N, a sassy Bucky, an umpire Bucky, yes, it’s a warning

Word count: 3k

Summary: Y/N needs a good call in this game, can’t her umpire just come through?

A/N: I’m back. I’m writing crappy content but this is here in the name of baseball season. An umpire Bucky! I got the urge while watching a game and this came of it. Hope you guys enjoy!

The crack of the bat. The wind in your hair as you rounded third base, coming home. Suddenly, the ball was coming back, you didn’t have time, the catcher was directly in your path, blocking the plate and what came next, was painful.

You collided full force to teach a little lesson in base running etiquette and of course, you were suffering as much as the other team’s catcher was as a result. You both lay on the ground for a moment, your teammates coming to check on you. You thought to laugh but then you realized how much this was going to hurt tomorrow and suddenly lost the humor of the moment.

“You son of a bitch!” You exclaimed, as you sat up, rubbing your leg.

“Me?” The catcher lifted their head and glowered at you. “You plowed into me.”

“You were blocking the plate asshole!” Sure this guy was big, probably had 70 pounds on you and at least 5 inches but you didn’t care. There was enough alcohol in your system to make you brave.

Sure, this was rec softball. Yeah, it was supposed to just be for fun. Absolutely, you got way too competitive for it, especially given the fact that the majority of the players were drunk and the rest were well on their way but it didn’t matter in this moment because you were going to be called safe.

You and the catcher stopped bickering long enough to get up off the ground but were immediately in each other’s faces, you were of course actually only at his chest but it didn’t matter. The anger was enough to make you seven feet tall. Your teams looked on and tried to get both of you to calm down.

“Well it doesn’t even matter because I’m safe anyways.”

“No you aren’t! I tagged you!” The guy huffed and crossed his arms.

“Well of course you did dipshit, after blocking the base line! That, my friend, is against the rules and since I’m currently standing on the plate, I’d say I’m safe.” It was at that moment that everyone there turned to the umpire, you hoped he would confirm your statement so that you could go get another beer to ice your elbow with and finally sit down but the man standing next to the both of you who had been trying to get you to stop arguing the entire time just shook his head.

“I’m sorry but you’re out. And you’re both lucky I don’t kick you out of the park.” Your jaw dropped in disbelief, was this guy for real?

You turned and once again stood up to a man who was way too big for you to actually take on. It was only then that you really saw him. Broad chest, significantly taller than you, with jet black hair tied into a bun and ice blue eyes that were clouded with anger.

“Are you serious?” Your voice was just as loud as before but a little less confident, this guy was a looker and it was mixing poorly with the anger you were currently feeling toward him.

“Just deal with it sweetheart, the man said what he said,” the catcher said from behind you and your friends and teammates were urging you to drop it but you just couldn’t.

“Have you even read the rule book for this god forsaken league?” You asked the umpire, knowing you were being unreasonable. “It clearly states that if the plate is blocked then the runner is safe.”

“That’s my call to make and I said you were out. Get back to the dugout before I escort you to your car myself.”

You were stunned and let your friends pull you away as you talked loudly about how this whole thing was bullshit and that he couldn’t even escort you to a car because you had taken the subway here in the first place. The rest of the game went off without a hitch and your team did win, despite the lost run and an “incapable umpire” you grumbled about to yourself.

At the end of the game you and the catcher made up with one another, both of you apologizing and laughing about the bruises already forming post collision. You just couldn’t get over that umpire though, he was doing his job, you knew, just calling the game but man the way he tore you apart was infuriating.

“You’re just mad because you’re attracted to him when you’re supposed to hate him.” You friend Wanda said to you as you were packing up your things to leave the park.

“Shut up Wand.” You grumbled at her and she laughed. You stole a glance in his direction, he was talking to someone from the other team and he was beautiful. Maddeningly so. You watched as he shook the hand of the man he had been speaking to and then came walking toward your dugout.

“Can you just behave for this one time so we can all go home?” You heard Tony’s voice come from across the dugout.

“I thought we were getting dinner.” Clint whined and Wanda helped reassure him that the group was still planning on going to dinner together. The dugout got quiet as you heard the umpire’s steps grow closer. You turned around as he spoke.

“All right gang?” He was smiling at everyone and got pleasant responses in return from everyone but you, you just stood and watched him walking toward you. When he finally reached you he stuck out his hand.

“No hard feelings, yeah?” He smiled at you and you felt your heart overreact to the action but your face stayed cool calm and collected.

“No,” you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a firm shake, “not at all. You’re just doing your job right?”

“Exactly. The name’s James Barnes, friends call me Bucky, yours is?”

“Y/N,” you shared, “friends call me annoying.” He laughed at you and adjusted his hold on his gear.

“Well, I’m headed out but maybe I’ll ump your next game.” He flashed another brilliant smile at you and you could tell he was flirting. You picked up your bag and slung it over your shoulder, signaling to your friends you were ready to go.

“Well, James, I certainly hope not but just in case you do, I’ll bring you my spare pair of glasses so that maybe you can see the strike zone.” Your friends collectively groaned at you and apologized to the man who was suddenly looking much less confident in himself than he had been a few moments prior.

The group quickly ushered you out of the park before you could do any more damage and continually scolded you, reminding you that you needed umpires on your side in games so that they didn’t kill your chances of winning but you just brushed them off. You couldn’t resist looking over your shoulder one last time to catch a glance of James who was now walking toward his car, shaking his head, but smiling.

It took the next few days but your elbow recovered from your collision with that catcher and by Saturday afternoon you were ready for another game. You arrived at the field with Wanda and noticed that most of the other team was already there, warming up.

“Some people take this stuff too seriously.” Wanda commented and looked at you pointedly, causing you to giggle.

“Oh shut it.” You elbowed her side playfully and went to unpacking your bag and waited a bit until the whole team had arrived and you ran some field warm ups together.

Ten minutes to game time you had a wine cooler in your hand and were just sitting back, watching Tony and Clint try to balance their bats on the tip of their finger when you caught sight of you umpire approaching the field. The swagger in his walk caused you to groan. It was James.

He entered the field and walked towards your dugout.

“Hey man, good to see you again.” Tony greeted him with a handshake and introduced himself. You were too busy downing the rest of your drink to join the team in greeting him. You were also too bust mentally kicking yourself because you had a strong feeling that this guy would definitely take his personal feelings about your past interaction out on you and by extension, your team.

“Hello everyone, beautiful day for softball, right?” Everyone agreed and Wanda was staring at you, waiting to see exactly how you were going to handle this. The plan was to ignore the situation so you stood up and headed for your bag, but you heard James call after you.

“Hey Y/N, how’s the elbow?”

“Much better actually, thanks for asking,” Your back was turned to him so his next words caught you by surprise as he was much closer.

“Gonna play fair today?” He asked teasingly, “Took a look at the other team’s catcher, he’s a brick shit house, you may not find yourself getting up if you plow into him.”

You smiled in spite of yourself at his comment and turned to face him.

“I dunno, I’m pretty capable of handling my own as I think you know.”

“Just don’t make me throw you out of the game, doll.” He winked at you and walked away, leaving you fuming and you turned to respond but the look in Wanda’s eyes made you stop in your tracks. You had the game to think about, you practically heard her plea though no words came out.

So you held your tongue and watched as James approached the other dugout, being greeted by a very loud chorus of hellos and the realization dawned on you that he knew the other team. You nearly screamed in frustration.

“Well, boys and girls, we may as well pack our bags now.” You huffed and sat down on the bench between Rhodey and Carol who each offered you a drink. You politely refused and watched until James approached the plate and called for team captains.

Getting up and walking to the plate you watched a man get up from the other bench, wearing catcher’s gear and walk to the plate, you rolled your eyes in spite of yourself. Took a look at the other team’s catcher didja, James? You got to the plate and shook the hand of the man on the other side.

“Hey, I’m Steve.” He smiled and you gave him a tight lipped one in return.

“Hi Steve, Y/N.” Steve’s eyes widened as he realized who you were but you shook it off in your annoyance. “Brick shit house huh James?” You turned your head toward the umpire who was obviously very much enjoying himself at the moment.

“Told ya I took a look at ‘im.” Was his only reply as he began to laugh.

“You forgot to mention he’s your buddy.”

“Hey.” James got completely serious, “This isn’t my buddy. This right here is my best friend.” He put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and continued to smile that shit eating grin at you.

“Should we just forfeit now?” You sighed at his antics.

“Nah,” Steve interjected then, “Buck is a professional, he’s just also a little shit.”

“Yeah, I always call it fair. Got a reputation to protect.”

“Weren’t worried about your reputation on Tuesday then, is that it?”

“Hey now doll, you essentially mugged a man on Tuesday so don’t come at me.” James retorted and waited for your response.

“He was in the base line! And you can go ahead and not call me that,” you were cut off by Steve who put a hand on both of your shoulders.

“As entertaining as this is, we do have a game to get to, you two can resolve these issues you have after the game.”

“Over dinner?” James smirked in your direction.

“Over my dead body.” You huffed and crossed your arms. “Got a coin?” James, though he was still pouting at your sassy remark pulled a quarter out of his pocket and prepared to flip it.

“Ladies call,” Steve said simply and James flipped the coin in the air before catching it and placing it on his fist.

“Heads.”

“It’s heads,” James smiled at you, “You’re home team.”

You and Steve exchanged “good lucks” and went back to your teams.

A few innings later you were back up to bat and James was really laying it on thick.

“Need Sam to slow it down for ya?” He teased as you stepped in the box and Steve elbowed him in the shin from his crouched position. “Ow, that hurt ya jerk.”

You blocked James out, you had to concentrate, Sam put some pretty good movement on the ball but you were figuring him out well enough. The first pitch came and went, definitely a ball. The next pitch came and you held still, another ball you thought to yourself until you heard.

“Striiiiiiike.” You looked up in shock from your place.

“Oh come on! No way that was a strike Barnes. You’re killing me!” He took off his mask and grinned at you.

“It was a strike doll, need me to loosen up your zone for you?” You scoffed at his innuendo and stepped back into the box. Bat back, see the pitch, swing, and contact. From the moment the ball left your bat you knew it was gone. You had taken off at a trot when it landed on the other side of the fence a few moments later. You cleared the bases, making three total runs for your team and putting you in the lead. When you reached home Steve gave you a high five and James just stared on in awe.

“Looks like my zone is just fine without you James.” You retorted as you picked up your bat and headed for the dugout.

The game ended after Wanda hit a double that broke the tie in the 8th inning. You were joking with your teammates and deciding on if anyone could handle more drinks when the other team came over and introduced themselves to your friends. The pitcher, Sam walked approached you, “Damn girl, out here making me look bad.”

“Sorry Sam!” You laughed and shrugged your shoulders from your place on the bench.

“Nah, any girl who can hit like that and look that good doing it deserves to show me up!” His flirty tone made you laugh and smooth back your hair instinctively. Sam was cute, tall dark and handsome, it definitely wasn’t a bad thing that he was flirting with you currently. You spoke to him for a little while until you noticed out of the corner of your eye a very tense looking James, standing and staring at the two of you.

“You’re getting me in trouble,” Sam laughed when he noticed where you were looking, “Bucky doesn’t like it when I go after his girls.”

“Well I suppose it’s a good thing he doesn’t have a claim on me then, huh?” You lowered your tone hoping he wouldn’t hear your conversation.

“Ah, it’s a bro code thing I suppose,” he sighed and you nodded understandingly.

“Well, we should get drinks sometime!” You said a little loudly and Sam laughs, catching your game quickly.

“You’re killing me.” He whispers under his breath before saying, “Of course! Let’s get the gangs together, yeah?” The whole group, seemingly nodded, you all fit together strangely well. Vis’ arm was wrapped around Wanda as they spoke to another couple, the man of which was named Peter, the statement of his name had piqued your own young Peter’s interest. Meanwhile, Pepper and Tony had been discussing their tech business with another couple, Hope and Scott who developed security equipment. Steve was holding hands with a brown haired woman with a British accent, and they had engaged Thor and Rhodey in conversation after seeing Rhodey’s Army hat, revealing that Steve was a veteran too. A woman with blue hair, Nebula and another African American man who you hadn’t heard his name but ran the bases with the speed of a panther were both talking to Carol about space facts. Clint had seated himself glumly on the bench until a blonde named Natasha attempted to introduce herself in sign and they were already thick as thieves.

Yes, it was almost as if these two groups of people were meant to find each other, in some strange way. You and Sam were mutually admiring that until James approached you.

“A word?” He asked and Sam instantly took off in another direction, leaving the two of you alone.

“What’s up James?” You asked and stood up, still having to look up at him but definitely feeling as though you were on a more level playing field this way.

“Wish you would call me Bucky, doll.” He smirked at you, knowing that the nickname was grinding your gears.

“Well you said your friends call you Bucky, so I can’t be doing that, you might get the wrong impression.” He laughed when you nudged him playfully and took the action as a good sign.

“Listen, I was wonderin’ if I could get your number.” His hand found the back of his neck, something you read as a nervous habit.

“Why so you can torment me with more bad calls?” You teased and he pretended to be hurt by your jab.

“You were out sweetheart, deal with it.”

“You can’t just say I was out,” James started to protest until you finished your sentence, “you have to take me out first.” You winked at him as he realized you were saying yes and held your hand out for his phone.

As your teams parted and you grabbed your bag your phone was already ringing, you looked up to see Bucky standing at the trunk of his car, phone up to his ear. You answered your own.

“Hello, Bucky.” You said and watched his smile expand to immeasurable amounts. Finally a good call.

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anarchist-puppet-on-strings · 5 years

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SUMMARY: He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so terrified in his entire life—there’s just something different about losing control of his magic and having an anxiety attack compared to staring such a monstrous beast in the eyes and knowing he’s to blame for this. His jaw dropped and found himself unable to make a noise, every muscle frozen up in sheer horror.

Oh, he is so fucked.

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Dim candlelight danced across the floor, the shadows of the dark warehouse pushing and recoiling. It’s an eerie sight but he supposed that's the energy ill rituals should give off.

Getting over the chain link fence surrounding the abandoned warehouse was difficult—especially in combat boots—but Marvin did it somehow. Here he is, standing inside a circle of lit black candles and jagged, angry looking runes with an ancient tome opened to the last few pages. Inside the circle were more runes drawn in charcoal but this time they were significantly smaller and more numerous than the ones outside the circle. It’s ominous and screamed danger. Not like he particularly cared.

“And now I need a blood sacrifice…” he muttered under his breath, before dogearring the page and setting the book down. He tiptoed around the candles and stood in the middle.

It said a ritual dagger would be preferable but all he had is a boxcutter, so he guessed the ritual had to deal with it. Why'd you even need a specific dagger to draw blood? Blood is blood, right?

Dragging the blade across his forearm hurt more than he thought, and he couldn't help but hiss through his grit teeth. He made sure to angle the cut away from his blue veins. He squeezed the flesh around the cut to milk some more blood out and watched as the red and cyan drops fell onto some of the runes.

He stepped back outside the circle and picked the book back up, ignoring the lingering ebb of pain on his arm.

“Next step: chant the incantation and pour as much magic as you can into the summoning spell. If you're lucky, a nearby demon will be attracted to the blood and magic and come visit you. The process could take anywhere from up to a minute to a few hours, so remain vigilant.” Marvin frowned deeply. So the demon had to choose to come to him based on his magic and blood? That’s… annoying.

The chant wasn't anything particularly difficult—if you counted Latin easy. His magic reacted to the language easily, he could feel it swelling in his veins and intertwining with his words. The atmosphere grew lighter, magic filling the empty warehouse and permeating the air. As soon as the last word fell from his lips, the magic flow halted abruptly and the silence returned heavier than before.

Seconds ticked by… seconds turned into a minute… a minute turned into several…

Every muscle in his body was tense, magic bristling. His breaths had to be forcefully regulated otherwise he might lose control of his magic in his worry. After several minutes, his shoulders slumped forward and he let out a shaky exhale.

He left the summoning ritual, staggering to a nearby wall and slumping against it, hands shoving his mask up and dragging down his face as he groaned loudly.

“This is fucking insane. What am I hoping to accomplish with this?”

Well, obviously he’s trying to find a demon that could remove his shitty curse. And now that he’s thinking about it, this was a very stupid idea. Literally every warning about magic had been ignored to do such a thing. Hell, he even snuck off without Spades and Clubs! Well, it’s a good thing nothing happened, because that meant he could bail before anything decided to show up.

He let a gentle gust of magic blow out the candles before he shoved them back into his bag. Scuffing some the runes off with his battered tennis shoes was harder than he thought but eventually it’s destroyed enough that some poor bastard couldn't recognize what had been going on.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him to tilt dangerously and squeeze his eyes shut. His stomach gurgled unhappily, a pang of hunger hitting his gut. Wrapping an arm around his middle, he let out a shaky exhale. Okay, next order of business is to get something to get his stomach to shut up. Then he’d… do whatever. He’ll cross that bridge once he gets to it.

Just as he recollected himself enough to begin to head out, the building’s energy shifted. What had been a neutral energy quickly turned into a violent buzzing—it kind of reminded him of angry bees. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and gooseflesh broke out on his arms. His magic curled up, clearly spooked by whatever is coming.

“L̷ȩa͢vi͞n̡g wi͠t̛hoút͏ me?”͏ A distorted, broken voice asked from behind him. Just hearing it was enough to make his magic cringe.

Marvin spun on his heel, eyes wild. Standing there, shrouded in nearly palpable static, is most certainly a demon. It’s definitely taller than him—probably twice as tall—with unproportional stick thin limbs. Its scaly black skin is tight around its bones, unnaturally long claws tapping the concrete inanely. Its mouth is crammed full of pink stained teeth, translucent black saliva dripping from its jaws and splattering on the ground. Neon green eyes littered the creature’s body, masses of the blinking welts smattering its cheeks and neck. It’s hunched over, spine bent like a quadruped animal. Its body glitched violently, pieces scattering into millions of pixels and magnetizing back together in a different order.

He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so terrified in his entire life—there’s just something different about losing control of his magic and having an anxiety attack compared to staring such a monstrous beast in the eyes and knowing he’s to blame for this. His jaw dropped and found himself unable to make a noise, every muscle frozen up in sheer horror.

Oh, he is so fucked.

“̶S͜ur͘p͟rise̕d ͢I sh͘owe̕d͏ up̀?”̨ It asked, stalking forward, knuckles supporting half its weight. It seemed more like a wolf circling its prey. “Ho͏ẃ c͏o҉u̢ld͏ ̸I ͢no̵t w̵it҉h̴ ̨suc̷h ̷p͟ower̷f̷u̸l ḿa͟gic͠ çàl̡l̷i̵ng t̴o ͢me͏?”҉

Marvin wished he could move—wished he could teleport back into the alleyway he called home—but he’s rooted to the spot.

It cocked its head at an inhuman angle, large eyes blinking owlishly. ”̡Wha̶t’s ͞w̸ro͜ng͞?̸ Ca̢t g̨ot your̨ ͡t͝ong͘ue͘?́”͞ Its grin spread at the joke, rows of jagged fangs exposed in some sick smile. “Oh͘! I͡s i̛t̶ ҉ho͞w ͡I͟ lo̸o͢k҉? Wo҉uld̀ you̕ li͝ke me ̀t̵o s̕híf́t̀ ̡in͜to s̵om̕et̡h̀ìn͟g ͜e̕asi͞e͟r t̕o ́l̷ook ͏a̕t?̵”̡

He swallowed, nearly choking on saliva before nodding hesitantly.

Suddenly its body tensed and froze up, glitched, and then burst into a cloud of pixels. When it reformed it no longer looked like an eldritch being—it’s a human.

Oh, great; it’s kinda hot.

It’s still taller than him—probably half a foot or so—with bones showing through pale skin. It had spiked dark green hair, neon green and black eyes, black plugs, pointed ears, a crooked nose, black claws, sharp teeth, a laceration that went from ear to ear and wept liquid static and code. It wore a black shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, black combat boots.

All in all, the definition of intimidating.

“B҉e͜t̢ter?̵”

Willing the heat in his face to go away, Marvin nodded.

It bared its teeth in another poor smile. “̨Gǫòd.̕ I̛t's͡ ̢ņot ́a̕s̨ f̴u̷ņ ̕ẃhen ͝yo͜u҉ c͝an҉'t str̛ug͘gle.”̛

Well fuck. That wasn't good.

It prowled forward—oh where the fuck did the knife come from—eyes predatory. “I ͝do h̵òp͜e͟ ́yơu̕ ҉s̷tru͢gg͝l҉e; th͢e st̛ronger ̸o͟nȩs̨ p̀ųt̢ u͢p ͢more̡ ͜of ̴a͜ f̧i̸g̨ht̕.͠”

“W-wait! I wanted to… I want to make a deal?” He choked out, backing up, magic flaring to life and resting in the very tips of his fingers. It’s stuck. Of all the fucking times—

It stopped in its tracks, head cocked at that same unnerving angle. “̶Òh rea͘l̸ly̡?̵ W̕h̨a̵t couļd y̶ou͡ ̨possi͝b͞ly g͟ai̷n̴ fr̶om t̛hat?̛”͢ The malicious glitter in its eyes sent shivers down his spine.

His throat is dry and the words were lodged under the lump in his throat. All of a sudden it’s hard to find the words and get them out.

“͝Hów͟ ̡a͘bóu͢t͘ this?” It lunged forward, tackling him and pulling him to the ground. His startled shrieking swear only spurred the other on.

Marvin didn't even stand a chance against the demon.

The heel of its palm crushed his airway, knife pressed to his jugular. His hands came up to grasp at its wrist, clawing desperately at the exposed skin. He could feel skin catching under his nails, some kind of tingly, hot liquid caking the underside of his nails. Within mere seconds, the pressure on his neck had him choking and wheezing. Damn his fucking shitty ass lungs.

“I̷f̶ yo̶u mak͜e ̵a ̨d̢e͝al͢ ͏with ͞me, i͡t’́l̴l ͞be on ̧my ͞t͝e̷rms͢ o̶r̸ I͜’͘l͞l ͠r͠i̶p͞ ỳoúr s͞p͝in̴e̢ ̧out ̴y̡o̸u͠r̴ thr͞oa͝t͢. ͏G̵ot͢ ͏ìt?̶” It snarled, face inches from his own.

All he could do is writhe in panic. He didn't register the static from the demon’s neck wound dripping onto his body. Finally—finally—his magic overcame the block and surged forward, cyan fire sparking to life and clinging to the demon.

It howled, recoiling violently, and Marvin gasped when he felt the blade of the knife nick under his jaw and send warmth spilling down his neck. It wasn't enough to kill him… hopefully. It'd be just his luck it caught and tore an artery.

Seeing the demon trying to put out the fire would've normally made him laugh had he not been gasping. His lungs and throat burned and no amount of air was fixing it. He gently touched his hand to his neck, wincing at the soreness there. That’s definitely going to bruise.

“M͟ày̛b͠e͝ yo͜u ͏a̸re̵n̕'͟t͟ a͘s̸ st̴up̕id a͟s ̨y̡ơu loo͝k҉,̨”͏ it hissed. The burns the fire caused vanished with a single glitch.

Oh… that's quite unfortunate.

"I'l̴l̵ g͡iv̢e͟ ̨yo͢u͡ ̛óne ͡c͝h͟an҉c̴e,́" it snarled, circling around Marvin like a shark. "I'l͝l sp͠ár҉e ͜your l̴ife̕ ҉if̡ ̶ỳou s͡e̴l̡l y͞o͝ursel͟f ̴to͘ m̧e.̡"͏

The magician stiffened up, eyes tracking the demon's movements. He knew he couldn't take the beast on himself based on that recent display of power, but taking this deal could end up being a fate worse than death.

"Why... why should I? I wanted to make a deal with you," Marvin said, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.

"I͜'͝m͞ n͝ot ͠a̕ d̵ȩm̀o̴n ̨wh̶o plays ̵fa͞ir,"͝ it growled, teeth bared. "Yòu táke̶ ̴this̀ ͘déal n̵o͡w or̴ I'l͝l b͞reak ͟y̵ou int̷ǫ p͢i͡e͏c͠es a͞nd ͝m͢ak͝e͝ you a͢cc̴e̡p̵t i̢t.͡"

He paled, heart thumping in his throat. So it’s either certain death or prolonged death? What a shitty situation he's gotten himself into. Why does this always happen to him? He already knew which one he’s going to choose but weighing his options... what’s stopping the demon from killing him when he made the deal? What did the demon want with him anyway?

"How do I know you're not just going to off me once I agree?" He asked warily, eyeing the monster suspiciously.

It scoffed. "Yo̸u͟ r͜eall͟y ̧th̴i̷nk ́I̶'m̧ ̷g̀o͡i͏ng thr͞ou̧g̴h́ a͘ll th̵i̶s͞ trouble t̀o͡ o͞ņly ̕k̷il҉l ҉yo͜u any͞w̧ay͝?̷ No̕,͜ ͢I͞'̷ll be k̡eepin̵g y̛ou ҉alįve ̵f̛or as͏ l͟ơn͡g͡ ͡as̴ ̴y͘óų ̸çoope̡ra͟t̕e͠. ͜Mage̛s ́a̧re rar҉e no͞wad̕ays͡, es҉pe̴c͘ially the ͟str̛on̵ger ̢ones͟." It cocked its head. "T̡hough͞ ͞I̴ ̷a̸m̴ qu̵i̷t̷e̢ c̸uri͢ous ab͏óu͟t̡ ̶tha̸t͏ ̸n͟asty ̧littļè ̡cuŕse͏ y̸ou ͝ha͏ve.̢"̡

His blood ran cold at the knowledge it knew about his curse. Maybe… maybe demons could just sense magic on others, especially since it’s a darker type of magic? He chewed his bottom lip, magic squirming inside him in discomfort. He didn't like the implications of that statement but...

"O-okay..." Marvin muttered, shoulders slumping forward in defeat. He could see its eyes glittering in triumph. It grinned, the teeth seeming to take up half his face.

"͠Very͟ ̧goo͠d.̨"̀

Like everything in his life, this had failed spectacularly. He couldn't even manage to summon a fair demon to make a deal with! All he got was an asshole with a god complex and absolutely nothing to help him remove his curse! And to top it all off, he sold himself to it to save whatever’s left of his shitty life. Fantastic. Absolutely perfect.

His cynical thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"̢Y͞o͏u͟ stop̶ped͡ ̸pay͞ìn͢g ̸a͏tt̢en̛t̛ión.͢"̸

The demon stalked closer, its arm with the knife in hand swinging at its side. It walked with intent, drawing uncomfortably closer and closer to the vulnerable magician. Its eyes were... its eyes were shifting with static. And not just static either: it’s like those old technical difficulties screen that popped up and nearly blinded the viewer with bright, neon colors. A bar of yellow, cyan, green, magenta, red, and dark blue covered with a thin layer of static. They shifted, colors bouncing from one bar to the next, forcing his brain to try and keep track of the moving colors.

Thoughts started worming their way into his head. Just fleeting ones but they distracted him.

K͢e͟ep w͏atc̴hi͜n̕g the̛ c̡òl̨o͜rś. R̨el̨ax.͟ Y̧ou'͞r̡e̕ s̀a̶fe. N͟o ̷pai͝n.͡ W͢o͝n't hur̵t.

He blinked, struggling to keep his focus on the situation at hand.

Where were the thoughts... coming...

The eyes were... it's pretty. He's never seen anything so beautiful. He wanted to stare at them forever. He didn't know why he was panicking before. Why'd he need to be upset? He’s safe.

S̶ubmi͠t͏..́.̡..̀ ̀r̵e̡l̸ax̀.́..̴.. ̧giv͟e ͜up͞....̸.̢ ̛l͞e̴t ͠g̸o ̶of ͝y͡ou̶r m̢a͜gi̧c̶..... c͢oơp͘e͘ra̢te..̀.̡..̧ s̨ubm̴it͜..͢. rel̛ax̛..͜. ̨g̸i̷v̡e̴ u̵p̴..͝.͝ ́l͏e͞t ͘ģơ of y̸o͡ur̕ magi͞c͘.́.̷.̕ co͠ope҉r͡a͡t͝e..́.͢ su͞b̸m̀it,͏ ͡re̷lax,͏ ģive ̴up, ̶let̢ ͞g̨o of̵ y̶ou̕r ͘m̴agíc̵, ̕coo͠p̴èrate.͠ ̨Su͠bmit r͢e̢l͝a̢x ͟g͜iv̕e̶ u̵p l͝e̶t g̕o ́o͡f̷ yoùr mag̛ic͘ coopér͘at̛e̴ s͟u̕b͡mits҉u̕bmítg͞i̷v̧e͜up̴subm̕i̷t̵s͜u҉b̡mi͢t͟submitgive͏u̕p͜gi͜veup̶g̷i̸v̶e͟up͝—͡

Marvin was stuck standing still when the demon closed the gap between them.

"̛No͞t ̀so͜ ̧śt͠r̛on͘g͠ ̀a͞n͠ym͠oŕè, ͢eh?̛"͟ It asked, examining the magician curiously.

Everything felt... detached. Like he’s there but not mentally. The static curled around his consciousness like a blanket. He’s unable to move but the whispers in his head soothed his worry.

N͠ot͝hi̕n͢g ba͡d̸ ͟w͜i҉l̴l͘ h̕ap̶pen. ̕Yoư’͜re s̴afe. An̵ţį wil̸l p͟rot̕ec̢t͞ ̧ỳo̡u.̛

Weird... he didn't recognize that name but it had to be the demon's.

The creature—Anti—seemed to be satisfied with his work, a smug smile gracing his features. Seeing him smile made Marvin's lips twitch up, eyes wide and unfocused.

A hand came up and fingers ran carefully across his mask before they dipped down and stroked his cheek delicately.

"̸I ͢wońde͡r̛... ̧wha͠t'͜s u̵nd̕érne̵àt͠h͠ th͡a̕t ͠m̀as͏k ͟o̷f̕ ̶y͠our̛s̶? It̡ ͘l̴oo͜ks͜ ̧q̵u҉ite̛ rid͘icul҉oưs͜. I'́m s͢ur̴e you w̴o̧ul̸d̢n'̧t m͏i̶nd̶,̢ r̛i̸ght͡,͘ ki̶t̀t͟en͝?"͘ Anti's voice is sweet—saccharine.

He hummed uncomprehendingly, unfocused eyes staring forward dazedly.

The mask was removed and dropped to the ground, countless pieces shattering across the cement.

"҉I c̨a͏n̡ s͝e͘e͢ ̧w͝h̴y̷ you͠ wear̢ i͞t̕…҉̷ t̴hóse ́sc̶a͜rs ͏a͏r͘e hi͏deous̛.̧"͞ He remarked, eyes glittering with glee as he looked upon what Marvin tried so hard to hide from the world—and himself.

The voices couldn't calm him down now. Panic spread through his body like wildfire and he thrashed in whatever trance had him pinned down.

His mask is gone, his talisman is broken, he’s exposed, it’s staring at his face—

Anti dragged his claws over the scars with featherlight touches, tracing the edges and watching how the magician twitched and shuddered. The moment he let his claws sink in too deep and rip open skin, Marvin used the last of his mental power to surge through the now screaming voices and regain control.

A burst of magic and the demon was gone in a flurry of glitches. The sound of static appeared behind him and then something yanked on the hood of his cloak, sending him stumbling back into a body. An arm coiled around his waist and held him in place.

“́No̴ẃ t́h̶at̸ ̛y̵ou’r͠ȩ m̸y̶ ͞p̀r͝o̶per͏ty͡–”̧ Anti drawled nonchalantly—as if the previous hadn’t happened—trailing the knife down Marvin’s jawbone–“I͘’͘ve͢ ̀g͏òt͝ ҉to ̡b̀r͠a͞nd͝ you.”

His eyes went wide, heart stuttering to a stop. His magic instinctively swelled, prepared to prevent such a thing from happening only for the static in the air to grow denser, smothering it.

“A̶h̸ ah ah,̸ noǹe͜ ̡of͞ ͟t̢hat̢,̕” Anti chided. “̕Now̧…͟ wh͘ere to ͘p͘ut́ it͝…”̶ Marvin tensed at the hand that reached up and carresed his jawbone reverently. “Ḿaybe̸ yo̢úr ̸che̡e̸k?͠ O͢r...”̧ the hand trailed down, claws digging into the side of his neck, pricking skin. He couldn’t help the pitiful whimper that escaped him. “Yo̵ųr neck? ͢H͘m̵mm...”

The magic inside screamed, boiling to uncomfortable temperatures. His face was flushed so hot he’s worried he’d pass out before whatever the hell happened next.

“A̶ctu͏al̸ļy... I t͟h͢ink̵ ̀I’l̶l͜ m͏ake̴ i̡t̡ b̢i͝gg̛e̕r ̨t̨his̛ t̷i҉me̷. D͢o͜n’̵t̢ ̕w̛ant ̛a͏n͏y͡ ̧o̧th͞e͏r f̕u̕çks ̸to͏ưch̡i͢ng ẃhat̸’̨s͢ m̡i̶n͝e̷.”̸

His heart sank into his stomach.

It released him. “T͟ur͘n ̸a̛round̢. Ag̵a͞in͟s̢t the͝ w҉a͟ll͞.͝”

The magician obeyed, fearing what would happen if he didn’t obey. The stone wall is cool against his forehead. When he felt his cloak and shirt being shoved up, he reacted immediately, thrashing only to feel the knife being dug into his back. He stilled after that.

“̶Stay. ̨F̕uck̸i̕n̕g. ̛Still̢. ͘Or I͜’̴l͏l m̴ès̡s ̴up̡.”

His hands shook against the wall, every instinct in his brain screaming for him to move, to get away—

The first cut drew a startled gasp out of him, pain flaring up in the middle of his back. The next cut came relatively quickly, so he had to grit his teeth. Tiny noises slipped through his teeth, and within a few seconds his jaw is aching. Thankfully, it only lasted a minute or so. Once Anti was done(?), it retraced the lines, sinking the knife deeper into the original cuts. Tears that had been collecting in his eyes spilled down his cheeks and his jaw gave up, letting a pained sob out.

“͘Re͟alĺy?”͝ Anti asked, voice amused as it drug the knife down the previous cut. “҉Th͘ís isn’͜t͝ ̴e̶ven th̸at̷ bad. ͝Gųes̢s we’l̨l҉ ̧h̀av͢e̡ ͡t͜o ̷w̕or̢k on͘ ̸it̵.”̀

Guess we’ll have to work on it.

Dear gods, this was going to be a regular occurance. The thought made his eyes sting more.

He wasn’t sure how long this process lasted but then the knife is removed, and he sagged forward, choked gasps and sobs breaking the silence. The wounds throbbed and he cried out when Anti traced the lines, smearing warmth in its wake. It’s letters.

ANTI.

“̴T͟h҉er͘e̡ w̴e͞ g̨o. ͡M͡u̷ch b̡ette̡r͡, ͞hm͟m?́”̕

Fingers curled in his hair, tugging his head uncomfortably to the side. Bloodied fingers stroked his cheek tenderly, making him cringe. Seeing Anti suck his blood off its fingers only made his empty stomach roil.

“Q͡uit̴e̡ ̨t҉h̵e͟ ͠p͢re҉t͟t̸y ̀do͞ll̴.̢..”̶ the demon murmured, clearly lost in thought. Marvin wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that but his cheeks flushed, and he cursed himself for getting flustered over such a creepy comment. “D͜on̴’t q͠u̶i͡tę k̢n̢ow͘ wh̢at́ ͟I͢’l̸l dò wi̡t̛h ̸yo̷u y҉et̢, bu̷t͘ ̸I͝’̕m ͠su͠r̷e ̛I’͝l̶l̢ ̴f͏ind͘ a pur͡po̸se fo͝r ỳou̴ ̧soo̸n.”

That look…. Marvin’s seen that look from people he’s met on the streets. Just like always, it made his insides twist.

Anti blinked, mind coming back to reality. It withdrew its hand and backed away. “Wel͟l,̀ ̢I͞ neęd͢ to ͜b̵e g͞oin͞g҉. I ͏e̡x͞pect̨ ͝yoư t̕o ̡lea͡rn͜ ̸how͢ to lis͠t͜éń b̵e̴tter̷ n͠ext̴ t̛i̵me.͡“͟ ͞The air warped, its figure glitching violently before disappearing.

The static lifted as soon as it had come and the oppressive atmosphere shifted back into its neutral one.

He’s alone.

His legs shook violently and he slid down the wall, the remains of his mask littering the ground around him, cursing colorfully when the wall rubbed the fabrics into his wounds.

What the fuck happened. What the fuck happened? Did he… did he really make a deal with a demon...? And not fucking get his curse removed? Gods, he truly is stupider than he thought.

For the first time in a long time, Marvin bowed his head and cried.

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