#yes it's me brainwashing you all to watch the sound of magic

[p4nicaker]

if I had a nickel for every time there's a silly(✌️) grown-ass man who hangs out with grumpy traumatized teenager forced to grow earlier and shows them hope in this world again,

I'd have two nickels - which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[graysexualcreature]

before i go into this post i should be specific: i am a matpat fan. i have watched matpat for a long time. therefore, i am an inherently biased perspective.

something i will never understand is the visceral hate for matpat. like mfs will act like they have the biggest slam dunk ever and then pull out something from 10 years ago. like yes there was some questionable stuff back then but people can change as time moves forward. bro is just living his life you don’t have to like his theories you don’t have to watch his videos nobody is sitting you down and tying you to a chair and forcing you to watch his videos. you dont have to make up reasons that you hate him you dont have to go digging for old shit. you also dont have to viscerally hate him because he made a theory and got it wrong i fucking guarantee if he was a much smaller creator nobody would be dogpiling him the way he gets dogpiled.

also: the people who think he is the only one who did the research and work for ALL OF THE THEORY CHANNELS for YEARS is just insane to me. I guarantee you he has a whole ass team for each channel he’s not doing this shit at lightning speed if you see something that looks like it might be a stolen theory then maybe you shouldn’t pin it on one member of an entire team. matpat does not have magic superpowers. calm the fuck down. when a car breaks down you don’t immediately blame the metal shell that surrounds the inner workings. matpat has mentioned MULTIPLE TIMES that scripts and theories are a multiple person effort that involves a lot of input from multiple people. His earlier videos are definitely different but when you look at something from more recent times and try to say that he is the sole creator you just sound fucking ridiculous.

people make mistakes. everybody makes mistakes, but when the internet comes into the equation and stuff gets preserved all of a sudden it’s as if everybody must be infallible as a human being.

also: the amount of rage people have towards him over theories is fucking insane im sorry. i understand being serious about a topic but putting visceral hatred onto a human being who is just as human as you are is not the answer. if the theory is that bad you can easily just change somebody who believes it's mind using evidence he's not some omnipotent being who is brainwashing people into liking his theories. If somebody isn't willing to listen to you then that's a them problem not a matpat problem. Also, this stuff does not matter when you step outside and enter the real world i guarantee nobody in the local park is going to be as worried abt video game theories as you are.

[cerastes]

You think doctor fucks?

Yes, but only through either unexpected situations leading to it or with an outcome that isn't exactly what was intended:

Lucian, Blood Diamond: It was actually during a Hana-Barbera-esque chase sequence during a spell of time in which Doctor was separated from the Operator team, in which Doctor escapes the brainwashed Lucian through many doors in the same hallway while many unexpected cameos also appear from the doors. It gave Doctor precious time for Shalem to find them and hit Lucian over the head with a brick in a sock.

Theresa: It sucked ass because they are both bad at sex so they awkwardly chuckled about it and spent the rest of the night playing Mario Kart 64 instead (they had a great time!)

Platinum: Platinum sucks at sex and wanted training for her upcoming title match with Blemishine for the Bedroom Heavyweight Title, so she asked her bestie the Doctor. Unfortunately, they are also terrible at sex so it was just a bunch of Ed Edd and Eddy sounds. Blemishine (who fucks like a champ) then took on Platinum and nearly died from how bad she is.

SilverAsh: I'll keep it real with you, SilverAsh isn't bad at this, but he's way way too extravagant, pulling out ivory toys with inlaid sapphires, gilded gimp masks, extremely expensive Originium-byproduct wax extracted from the highest peak of Kjerag, like man sometimes you just want a hamburger quickie, not the filet mignon coitus and this guy just doesn't get that, plus he magically transforms into a needy pillow princess halfway through, very high maintenance.

Mlynar: The System of a Down of sex. Mid-doggy style, this guy stopped moaning in G major, started talking about the rising price of gas and how Kazimierz has been complicit in innumerable crimes against not only its people, but against others as well, then he kept moaning. Probably the best Doctor has had.

Gavial: Snu Snu with a skilled healer is one hell of a drug, but actually this all just started because they were watching caber toss videos together and Gavial was like "yo I could throw you like that EASILY" and Doc was like "BET" and you don't need me to tell you what happens between two people when they do caber toss together.

Skadi: Snu Snu with no healer nearby is NOT recommended. The closest call Doctor has had. Rhodes Island lost two entire factories and one dorm complex. The cost in LMD was in the millions.

Theresis: It sucked ass because they are both bad at sex so they awkwardly averted their eyes and spent the rest of the night playing Mario Kart 64 instead (they hated every second of it because Theresis can't even beat 50cc CPUs and he kept bitching about it)

[xxladyballadxx]

Colliding Memories

Clive Rosfield x *Brainwashed* reader (Angst)

Summary: You were about finish off the vulnerable Clive Rosfield, until your head began to hurt and your memories of him started to appear.

Clive Rosfield gif credits: @obiwaned

(Note: Just a heads up, this has nothing to do with the events from the game.)

“(Y/N)! Snap out of it!” Clive parried your attack, he tried to pin you down to the ground so he could face you properly and talk his way into you. You teleported behind him and blasted him away in the distance using the magic of wind. Clive grunted, his body slammed by the wall. You smirked in return, watching him suffer. “Pathetic…” 

The King of Waloed seemed to enjoy the performance. Until he grew tired of just standing and watching, Barnabas then joins in the fight and gets surprised by Clive’s attack which he manages to evade easily. The two point their swords at each other and sounds of their blade came clashing on like a powerful storm. 

 You heard the dominant of Shiva coming your way and swung your dual blades to Jill’s rapier sword who failed to land a strike on you, “Please, (Y/n), don’t do this!” ignoring her words, you knocked the rapier off her hand and cast wind magic to blow her away. Jill fell unconscious after getting body slammed to the stonewall.  

Joshua sweeps in and fights you after gaining his strength back, “(Y/n), we’re your friends! The only friends you ever had in Rosalith!” he evaded your blows and took a step back, “I have no intention to hurt you but you leave me no choice!” He used the flames of Phoenix, aiming the shots of them towards you. You somersaulted up in the air to avoid the blast. Joshua heads in quickly and thrashes his sword against yours. 

Clive, with all his might, desperately attempted to get to you but Lord Barnabas kept getting in the way, preventing Ifrit’s dominant to save (Y/n) by saying the most utter worthless things to put in your head. 

“Do you think you can save her, Mythos?” says Barnabas, causing Clive’s anger to explode like a ticking bomb, “Your dear, sweet, little dove will never remember you. So amusing watching you say those ridiculous things to dear (Y/n) who no longer have you in her memory.” 

Clive semi-primed into Ifrit and aggressively thrashed his blade towards him. Barnabas dodges and summons his long, dark sword. Pinning the sharp surface against Clive’s Invictus sword. Barnabas plants a smirk across his face, “When this is all over, Mythos, I am going to make (Y/n) (L/n)...” his next words set Clive off, angering him more, “My Queen…the Queen of Waloed…” 

“You…YOU FUCKING DEPRAVING BASTARD!” The anger in Clive rises high, turning more violent and aggressive. Landing his fiery blows on Lord Barnabas as the King dodges them swiftly, “Yes, that’s right, Mythos! Let the rage consume you!” 

“I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” All the rage began to take over Clive, making him more vulnerable for Barnabas to land strong attacks on him. 

The King bested Clive, watching him drop weakly to the ground. Barnabas motioned his sword to Clive’s face of defeat, pointing the tip of his blade, “Bow before your king, Clive Rosfield.” 

You grabbed the collar of unconscious Joshua’s red shirt, dragging him along as she marches over to Lord Barnabas. You dropped his unmoving body, standing with the King. “(Y/n), my soon to be queen, would you like to do the honours to finish Clive Rosfield in my stead?” 

“As you wish, Lord Barnabas.” You unsheathed one of your dual swords with Barnabas taking a step back as he watches you finish off Ifrit’s dominant. “(Y/n), please!” shouted Clive, crawling back in his weak state “(Y/n)...my love…come back to me…” 

As you were going to pierce him through the heart with your dual sword, you felt your hand on the sword’s hilt shaking for some reason. Your head began to throb, the pain growing heavier. You screamed in agony causing you to drop your dual sword as you backed away, head down with hands to the sides. “Ah! Ugh…” feeling the pain increasing, you shrieked with your eyes closed looking up to the sky of darkness. It felt more like a cry for help. You drop your head looking to the ground while suffering with headaches. 

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!” Clive rises up quickly to come and aid you. You pushed him away and sorrowful tears appeared in your eyes. Memories popped up in your head, there were so many of them. Sad, happy memories. Most of them…had Clive Rosfield in it. Remembering the momentous days you spent time with him. The laughs you share together, the happiness and the joy…

You started to remember something that you lost…

“(Y/n)...” Clive called out your name in a calm tone, walking up to you at a slow pace. You slowly held your head up, your eyes focused on him, “C-Clive…” 

Finally, you came back to him, “(Y/n)...” Clive swept you in his strong arms, holding you tight in an embrace, “My dear (Y/n)...I knew you were still in there.” 

You continued to have your arms wrapped around Clive, remembering the last time you embraced him. “Oh my, this is very touching.” you pulled away from your lover for a moment as Barnabas looked at both of you with a smirk, slipping out his sword, “Never thought this day would come where (Y/n) (L/n) regains her old self. Even her memories.” 

“Stay back, my love. I will deal with him.” Clive urges you to step aside, grasping the hilt of his sword and facing towards Barnabas’s direction. “Clive…” you mumbled , saying his name worryingly. You didn’t want to know what would happen next but you just envisioned it anyway. Things are about to get ugly.

“Tell me, Mythos…you think you can protect your precious dove from me?” Barnabas questioned, semi-priming into the dark eikon Odin. His voice goes demonically deep, “Do you truly believe you have all the strength to protect your precious (Y/n)?” 

Clive, once again, half transformed into his Ifrit form. The roars of the flames floating all over him, standing his ground, “I will never let you take her away from me again, Barnabas.”

“Come then, Mythos…” Barnabas raising his sword, the sharp point focusing on Clive Rosfield, “Let’s see if you have the power to defeat me.” 

And so the two raging dominants clashed on, blades clicking together as they fought like wild beasts in the fight. You just stood there, frozen. Watching them battling against each other. 

You thought Clive would win. Barnabas outsmarted him somehow, sweeping him off the ground. “Ugh!” Clive groaned, blood dripping from his mouth. “Clive!” You pulled out your dual sword and rushed to him as quickly as you could. 

“It’s over, Mythos!” Barnabas laughed devilishly, levelling his sword mid-air. Planning to kill the love of your life. “Fuck! Am I going to make it in time?!” you thought after realizing how far you are in the distance from them. 

As you watched Barnabas in panic who was about to end Clive’s life, you sped up rapidly and made it in time to kill the King. Your dual sword pierced through the chest. Barnabas spat out blood when he was stabbed by you, his hand dropping as his dark sword vanished. Transforming back to his human form. You drew your sword back, stepping away from him. A dying Barnabas twisted in your way, facing you, “Well…I never knew you had it in you…” He crept up to you in his weakened condition. “Get back, you fucking psycho!” you yelled in a threatening tone while walking a few steps back, drawing out your sword at his stone-hardened skin. Clive comes to your side, shielding you from Barnabas. 

“You have outdone yourself…(Y/n) (L/n)...” At long last, the King of Waloed is dead. His body dropped, his entire body turning to stone. You let out a sigh, throwing your sword in sorrow. Remembering the horrible things you’ve done.

“(Y/n)..” Clive comforts you, tucking you into his arms, “It’s over now, my love.” 

“You’re finally free from him, (Y/n).” A conscious Joshua finally awakened, healed enough to walk over with a small smile appearing on his face. Even Jill recovered her strength, “Welcome back to the real world, (Y/n).” happy tears forming into her eyes, she was so glad that you were back to your normal self. 

You hugged Joshua and Jill, crashing them into your arms. Being careful not to squeeze them too tight since they’re still slightly injured. “I’m so sorry…” your voice lowered, tears falling down onto your face. 

“It’s okay, (Y/n).” Joshua reassured you. 

“It wasn’t you, (Y/n). We both know that it wasn’t you.” Jill spoke in a comforting manner. 

You returned to Clive as the two of you nuzzled up to each other, “I miss you, my darling. Thought I would never see you again.” Thinking you were never coming back to him. If you didn’t, he would still be in a very dark place. “I’m here, Clive…Never forget that I will always come back to you..” 

Clive moved in closer to kiss you, your eyes shut tight falling into the moment where you circle your arms around him. Jill smiled warmly, seeing the two lovers reunited at last. Joshua chuckled nervously, knowing this was bound to happen. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention from you and Clive, “We should head back to the hideaway and inform the others about what happened here.” 

Jill added, “And let’s not forget to tell them that we have (Y/n) back with us. Our long lost dear friend of ours.” 

Clive nodded, agreeing with them. He held your hand into his, tightly so he never lets go. His blue eyes shining up on you, “Ready to head home with us, my darling?” 

You chuckled, smiling sweetly at your lover, “Let’s get the hell out of this miserable place.” 

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(A/n) - Truly sorry for not writing him for A VERY LONG TIME! I hope you all enjoy reading it! UNTIL NEXT TIME ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

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[nevereverthem]

HP one-shot : partners / friends

🫱 [Mattheo Riddle × Draco Malfoy] 🫲

Warnings : none.

Length : 2k

We need to talk...

It's your decision

Imagine if Mattheo Riddle, the son of Voldemort, was studying at Hogwarts as a young ‘spy’. Nobody knew about his real identity, except from the insiders. Draco, being a newbie death-eater, was now aware of his classmate’s status. He already respected the guy, but it got ‘worse’ when he learned who he was.

Today, Mattheo sent him a note to meet in an abandoned part of the castle. When the clock ticked, Draco was exactly where he was asked to be, anxiety crippling in his chest. He knew the dark lord had a mission waiting for him, and he feared the time had come, that he had sent his son to deliver the message.

Mattheo was standing right next to a window, gazing outside, observing the night sky. “You came.”

Draco kept a fair distance from him. “Of course I did!” He sounded way too scared for his own liking. He cleared his throat. “I mean… Why am I here?”

“I would like you to help me.” His monotone voice prevented the blonde from guessing his intention.

“Anything!” Again, a bit too loud. “Hum… whatever he wants me to do.” Deep down, he wished it was just some stupid teenager drama that he honestly missed. It was all so trivial and comforting compared to the shit tone of terror it was to live with a mad man creeping around in his house.

Mattheo continued. “The request is not from my father. It’s from me.”

Draco’s brows furrowed in confusion. He hesitated a second. “I… what’s the matter?”

“I’m in a relationship.”

The blond let out a slight huff, relieved and intrigued by his declaration. “And..?” When Mattheo revealed the name of his lover, Draco could not believe it. His eyes grew wide. “But she’s-”

“Muggle-born?” His eyes finally met Draco’s. They were dark, filled with a dozen feelings that the blonde couldn't distinguish. “Don't you dare give me the mud-blood speech, or I'll rip your tongue out!”

Draco pressed his lips together, shutting his mouth. He gulped loudly, freezing in place.

“You’re not allowed to judge me for something you don't even believe in yourself.”

Draco tried to argue but he was cut short. “Oh please, quit your shit! I noticed how you look at Granger when you think no one's watching. You’re like a child fighting the urge to eat the snack his parents forbade him to.”

The boy looked utterly offended, a false expression of disgust tore his face “I don't like HER! She’s-”

“What!? Smart, pretty, sassy and powerful? The last time I checked, it sounded like your type of girl!” Draco was silent. “She’s also reasonably wealthy for a muggle. If her parents were born with magic you would already be dating her.” The blond opened his mouth to intervene. “Maybe not… but you’d be a bit nicer to her.”

“That’s not-”

“It’s easier to destroy the things you want, rather than admit it hurts to know you can never have them, right?”

Draco held his gaze but he just couldn't speak. Memories of the few past years appeared in his mind. He saw the day Potter refused his handshake. When he first mocked Weasley, and picked on Granger… He felt powerful. That got him allies to mess with other students, laughing at them and causing trouble. Now that he was in all this… he couldn't even tell them… It wasn't fun, it wasn't what he wanted anymore… Did he ever want it? Yes, he did… but it didn't feel right anymore…

As if Mattheo could hear his thoughts, he continued. “I ignore people. It doesn't mean I do them wrong. You, on the other hand, did a pretty great job at being a jackass. I heard bullies are just bastards who want attention. That may be the case for you. Although, I’m sure witnessing a bunch of murders cured you. Am I right? It doesn't feel as right to pick on the weaker as it did before?”

Draco looked away. His body itself refused the discussion.

The dark-haired continued his monologue as if he was by himself. “Muggles aren't that bad. You may think I'm crazy or brainwashed by ‘love’, but don't get mistaken. It's not because you’ve been told to hate some kind of people your whole life that it’s right to do so. They're okay. Some are kind, others are egotistical assholes. It’s just like our own world! I must say, you wonder how they manage to live this old without magic, knowing how clumsy they can be. It's pretty impressive.” He seemed lost in his thoughts, info-dumping about an interesting subject of his. “You’re one of the best students here, right? You enjoy learning.” The blonde looked back at him, frowning in confusion. “If you just took the time to learn a few things about them, you’d realise how mistaken we all are…”

Draco huffed, faking exasperation. “Are you trying to recruit me on Potter’s side, or is it a way to test my loyalty? If that’s the case I-”

“Maybe I'm like him. I’m hateful and cruel… but I won't fight for the same shit as my father does!” Draco was lost at this point, lost between fear, disbelief and incredulity. “You think I enjoy watching him kill innocent people? Never have, never will.” Draco’s nails digged in his palm. “I know you don't either. I saw the expression on your face. You tried hard to be a total jerk. You definitely succeeded, no problem with that. But I know you're not a murderer.”

Draco tried to remain composed. “If I have to-”

“Could you kill her? The muggle-born you supposedly hate!”

Picturing Hermione, badly injured, struggling in a pool of her own blood… He felt his throat close on itself, restricting the oxygen’s entry…

Mattheo didn't stop. He had to make his point, had to make him understand. “Could you even kill Potter, or the Weasley? Could you look them in the eyes and tear the life out of them? Could you actually cast the spell and end their life with your own wand?”

That sole idea made panic increase his breathing. A strangled sound slipped out of his lips “I-”

“It’s no use lying to me. I'm not asking you if you have to, or if you sometimes want to. Could you actually do it?” He needed an answer.

Draco held his gaze again. He didn’t want to be perceived as weak. He was not. But he knew Matt was right. As much as he grew to hate the trio and their little lot… he couldn't go that far… he probably went already too far… but there was a line he would be incapable of crossing… mur- just the thought of the word made him sick to his stomach. Tears gathered in his eyes when images of professor Burbage being executed right before his face passed in his mind… He shook his head the slightest that he could, a subtle movement that Mattheo caught.

He nodded in return, noticing the reflection in the boy’s shining eyes. “You can call me weak if you please, but I do think the girl I'm with makes me stronger every day. She makes me so strong that I'm ready to turn against my own father for the first time…” Draco was thoroughly listening. “We’ve shared a whole lot of things, but she's never seen me cry.” At that remark, the blonde tried his best to blink his own tears away. “I can tell or hear the most heart-wrenching thing in the wizarding world, and I wouldn’t shed a single tear. I physically can't.” Draco wished he had the same ability. It would have saved him a lot of sleepless nights. “I know you do. You’re not as discreet as you think when you sneak into the bathroom at night. Some may think you’re going for a midnight wank or something, but we both know that what we’re in suppresses this kind of fancy from our body.”

Draco raised his eyebrows, nodding in agreement.

“So, please do. Do cry all you can. You're feeling something important and I don't want you to push it away.”

Draco received the advice and didn't add anything. No response. No comment. He wasn't planning on crying more than he already was, but maybe this would help him feel a little less ashamed the next time he did. Strangely enough, Mattheo also went mute. Maybe his mouth felt dry from all the talking. The boy just went on a full monologue about rights and wrongs…

After a moment, it was Draco who broke the silence. “You… your girl, she doesn't fear for her life?”

Mattheo was pulled out of his thoughts. “About?”

The blonde sighed heavily. “I’m sorry to remind you but… you're the dark lord’s son.”

Mattheo looked away. “She doesn't know…”

“But-”

“I know. I’ll have to tell her. She's gonna know anyway. It’d be better if I'm the one breaking the info…”

“I wouldn't say ‘better’. It’s a shock when you find out.” Draco reminisced about the day he first saw Mattheo at a death-eater meeting. He was across the table, sitting right next to his father, Volde-...

“Yes… I just hope not to sound like a manipulative muggle-hunter traitor if I tell her myself…”

The mutual understanding floated in the air…

“What will you do if she… rejects you when she knows?” Draco asked.

The boy responded with no hesitation. “I’ll leave her alone.” Draco felt the need to object but Mattheo was faster. “Wouldn't you have doubts about your partner if you just learned they were actually related to a dangerous association led by a genocidal monster who’s actually their own father?”

The blonde’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He couldn't deny it. Then he asked. “...What are you gonna do?”

“I don't know. I’ll prove myself to her. I’ll stop him. Whatever I have to do…” He sounded determined and sure of himself. He had nothing planned for now, but the sheer resolution that emanated from him was enough to believe he would never go back. “Will you help me?”

Draco was shocked when he heard the question. That was his request then… the reason they were standing in a dark corridor in the middle of the night…. Was he ready to switch sides? Was Matt asking him to join Potter’s little group or what? Absolutely not! The implications were making him nauseous, but… Was he actually gonna make it on this side? Would he be able to do whatever the dark lord was to ask him?... He already knew the answer… His parents? His dad was far long lost when Draco was just a child… When he learned about all of this… he remembered conversations he eavesdropped that didn't make any sense at the time… now everything was perfectly clear. His mom… She was sucked into the same beliefs and probably was doomed to the same path… though he was certain he had noticed something… He wished he could know… know what to do… know they were all gonna make it safe and sound… One particular moment lit up in his mind. It was a Christmas Eve night, when he was only 9. He remembered it perfectly as if it was yesterday. His mom was actually baking, the muggle way, now that he thought about it, while his dad was casting spells away to decorate the manor… He knew things could never be this way again… but he would do anything to feel this relaxed and carefree just for one second. He had to try… He would also prove stupid Potter that he was no better than Draco Malfoy! And that detail was non-negligible.

Mattheo was waiting for his answer. They were not going to dethrone his father, just the two of them, that was for sure. However, he knew that Draco could have sensitive information. The boy was the embodiment of ‘walls have ears’. Plus, obsessed with Potter as he was, he would be able to gather information on the other side’s intentions.

Draco lifted his head, staring into Mattheo's eyes with the same determination he displayed a moment ago, a hopeful glint in his eyes. “Where do we start?”

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Hi,

This is a little idea that I had and wanted to share. ~

I never expected it to be this long, but here I am with a 2k random idea. 😌

I hope you enjoyed it. ~

Feel free to drop likes and comments. ~

XO

Update : Do you want a sequel?

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[i-am-baechu]

Title: Switched!! (M)

Genre: Class President! Jin, College! Reader, strangers to lovers, Bts are witches, magic, switched bodies, romance, comedy, fluff, smut, and angst

Summary: There was a rumor through the school of Bangtan that there were seven witches in the school but L/N Y/N thought that was stupid. Being in her final year of school, she could finally leave the rumor behind her and move forward with her life with her best friend, Yeri. Meeting the class president by running into him wasn’t the plan but what most definitely wasn’t the plan was switching bodies with him. Now, what's going on in this school? 

Warnings: Explicit language, Y/N is kinda dumb and selfish in this, Jin just wants love, angst, and smut

Rumors are the cruel versions of the truth, at least that’s what L/N Y/N thought. All her school life she's heard about this rumor, the seven witches of Seoul. A very specific number but that was the rumor. She’s heard that they brainwash you to get what they want or they steal from you by using “magic”. It just sounded like a scam artist using their power on the locals. Even now in college, she’s still hearing this but it was much more relevant on the campus. Clubs were looking into the “witches” and it doesn’t help that her best friend, Kim Yeri, was the president of one of the clubs. 

“Yah! Y/N, stop sulking in the corner and help staple these papers together!” 

“I’m not sulking, I was just reading something on my phone.” 

Y/N got up from her chair and walked towards Yeri who was checking things off of a list. Y/N tilted her head at the papers and looked back at Yeri with an amused look, “You're going camping this weekend? You?”

Yeri pouted and rolled her eyes at her friend, “Yes, there was a sighting in the forest and the club is taking a field trip there.” 

“Make sure you pack extra hair ties, you always lose them.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I was wondering-”

“The answer is no.”

Yeri sighed and looked up at the ceiling. She looked back at Y/N with a pout, “Please. It could be fun, being around nature.”

“I love you and I have accepted your passion for the “witches” but I won’t be participating in those activities that involve them.” 

“What if I told you that Johnny was going to be there...” 

Y/N stopped in her tracks and slowly turned towards Yeri, “Why would he bet there? He doesn't even believe in the rumor.”

“I have my ways. So, are you coming?” 

“I guess...” 

In another classroom, the student council sat there discussing things that weren’t school-related but something else related. Kim Seokjin, the class president, stood in front of everyone with his arms crossed staring at the six men in the room, “What did I say about going to the forest?” 

Park Jimin, the commissioner of public relations, groaned and leaned back in his chair, “Me and Tae were just messing around. Never let us have fun.” 

“That’s because people are curious and they will investigate.” Kim Namjoon, the vice president, shook his head at the younger member. 

“Hyung, we didn’t even do anything.” 

“Taehyung, you literally made a flower garden in the infertile soil. It’s going to raise questions.” 

Kim Taehyung, the secretary, looked at Min Yoongi, treasurer, with a frown, “It was just flowers...” 

“Guys, we need to be more careful. I don’t want to move to another school. I want to finish here.” 

“Kook, it's going to be fine.” 

Jung Hoseok, the treasurer, rubbed the back of the youngest member, Jeon Jungkook, commissioner of athletics. Jin rolled his eyes and clapped his eyes making everyone quiet. They looked at him as if they were getting scolded by their father, “No more forest. I’m about to graduate which means I can’t watch you guys as much.”

“You can still watch us at home, so what’s the problem?” 

Jin shook his head and gave Jimin a pointed look, “I don’t trust you guys here.”

“But Yoongi-hyung can watch us.”

“If he isn’t lazy. Guys, just follow the rules. I made the rules for a reason, just listen to me. Please.” 

“Sorry, hyung.”

Jin sighed and let a smile appear, “Now, let’s talk about the fundraiser.” 

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After being here at Bangtan University, you would think Y/N would know more people. She only knew Yeri and a few other students but she wouldn’t count them as friends. She can’t see herself hanging out with them outside of projects and she didn’t want to give them the title of acquaintances, it felt too close still. The one person she knew and wanted to be more of was Johnny Suh. Johnny was everything she wasn’t. He was extroverted, popular, funny, and most of all he was hot. 

She met Johnny when they had a project in history class, she was expecting to do all the work but Johnny changed her mind. He actually taught her some things about the subject and she was smitten by him. He would always make his way to her and ask her how she was doing or even drop off a sandwich because he knew she forgot to eat sometimes. She liked him but she would never do anything because she was more reserved. Even with the camping trip a week ago, she didn’t dare to talk to him about dating. So instead, she stuck with Yeri. 

Y/N walked into her class and her eyebrow raised when she saw one of the student council members sitting at the desk with a girl in front of him. It was clear they were making out and she interrupted them. She let out a small cough and bowed her head, “Sorry.” with that, she ran out with her face feeling hot. Jimin was a known playboy but she thought the classroom would be off-limits for him. 

She walked into the lunch court and she felt a small tap on her shoulders. She turned her head and she swore she felt her face get hotter. Johnny was close to her face giving her a small smile, “Good morning, Y/N. I was looking for you.”

“O-Oh? Why?” 

He let out a small chuckle and took a sandwich from his bag. He placed the sandwich in her small hands and smiled at her, “Yeri told me you were going to class early and I just knew that meant you didn’t eat breakfast.” 

A small smile appeared as she shyly glanced down at the floor, “You know me too well...” 

“I just want to take care of you...you're not in class though. Did something happen?” 

She let out a sigh and looked at him with an annoyed look, “Park Jimin happened.” 

“Oh? He was fucking in the classroom?” 

She scoffed at this and shook her head, “Not yet. I just wanted to get my laptop set up for class.” 

He let out a small laugh and wrapped his arm over her shoulders, bringing her into him, “Looks like we can spend time together.” 

“Yo-You want to spend time with me?” 

“Of course I do, let’s go to the corner.” 

The corner was the center of everything. Where couples went on dates or students wanted fresh air. The corner was also where people watched the student council speak. Even though Y/N has been here for four years, she has never been to one of the speeches. She just didn’t see a point to it but that was going to change today. 

It was a sunny day, not a cloud to be seen. It was the kind of day when people would have to take allergy medicine. Y/N glanced up at Johnny who was talking about his recent art class and how he had to draw someone’s dick. He was just so handsome to her and it made her happy that he could easily talk to her (she wished she could do the same). They stopped walking when they saw the student council with a microphone. 

“Neh, Johnny, who is that?” 

Johnny glanced at the stage and then back at Y/N, “That’s Kim Seokjin, the president. Jeez, Y/N, you don’t even know the president. You're about to graduate, you should know him.” 

“I just don’t pay attention...”

She looked up at him and he stood there in a white dress shirt and loose black tie around his neck. His hair was puffy but it shaped his head perfectly and she wondered how soft the black strands were. She watched him adjust the stand and she saw the veins on his hands appear making her heart beat a little faster (which was weird). He let out a small cough and moved his plump lips, “I am Seokjin, your class president. I would like to tell you guys about a fundraiser we are going to have for the soccer team.”

She looked around the small crowd and noticed that it was mostly girls looking at him. It clicked that this was the reason why everyone was at the corner, it was for him or the other members. She rolled her eyes at the girls and looked at Johnny, “Do you want to eat at the benches?” 

“I am hungry, doesn’t your class start in thirty mins though?” 

“I have some nuts to snack on, I just want to sit down...and catch up. Is that okay with you?” 

Johnny smiled and nodded his head. He wrapped his arm over her shoulders again and started walking away from the crowd. Before they left the corner, she glanced over her shoulders to look at Seokjin one final time. 

After his speech, he bowed to the students and turned towards Taehyung with an annoyed look, “Where was Jimin?” 

“He’s on campus.” 

Jin sighed and looked at Jungkook who was avoiding eye contact, “Jungkook, where was Jimin?”

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about...” 

“You know-”

“I’m here!” 

Jin turned around and saw Jimin, just by his appearance his eyes twitched. His shirt was inside out, his hair was messy and he had lipstick stains on the side of his neck. Jin shook his head and looked down at the ground, “Where were you?” 

“I-I was coming here.”

“Oh really because you don’t look like it.” 

Jimin looked down at himself and looked back at him, “Don’t judge a book by its cover...I didn’t get laid.” 

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and pointed toward him, “Loser!” 

“Shut the fuck up, someone barged in and it kinda killed the vibe.” 

Jin looked at Jimin with a curious look, “Who was it?” 

“I think it was L/N Y/N, I don’t know I was too busy with Soojin.” 

“Y/N...” Jin turned his head towards the crowd and looked through everyone. He frowned and looked back at his members, I guess she left...

Y/N sat with Johnny and looked up at the sky with a small smile. Johnny glanced at her and smiled at her, “You look content.” 

“I feel it...it’s a nice day. The sun feels warm and the winds aren’t too cold the perfect weather.” 

“Oh, very poetic, Ms. L/N.”

She rolled her eyes and tossed some almonds into her mouth, “It’s just the truth...How was English this morning?” 

“The same. Yeri was trying to convince the teacher about the seven witches thing. It killed time, so I had no complaints.” 

She laughed at this and shook her head, “That sounds like her...what can you tell me about Seokjin?”

Johnny took a sip of his water and glanced at her, “He’s the same age as you and he's the class president. Other than that, I don't know anything else about him, why?” 

“I don’t know...I’m curious about him.” I’m not sure why though...

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the ground. She glanced at him with a worried look, she's never seen him nervous before. He let out a deep sigh and looked at her, “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me.” 

Her eyes widened and for a second her mind malfunctioned. Johnny, the guy who she had a crush on for two years, is asking her out. She blinked her eyes and covered her mouth, “Holy shit, it's happening.” 

“What?”

She shook her head and smiled at him, “You want to go out with me?” 

“Of course I do. I really like you and I want to get to know you more.” 

She felt her face getting hot and she nodded her head, “That sounds fun. When do you want to go on the date?” 

Johnny gave her a wide smile and nodded his head, “I was thinking this Friday. We can go to that new cafe down the street, Cherry Bomb.” 

“Yeri said they have good lemonade...I’m excited.” 

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his watch, “Your class is about to start, I’ll walk you.”

“Yo-You don’t have to...you're already taking me on a date. I don’t want to bother you more.” 

Johnny rolled his eyes as he stood up with his bag on his back, “Shut up let’s go.” 

She smiled and gathered her things as she stood up. She started walking away but this caused Johnny to roll his eyes. He quickly walked up to her side and intertwined their fingers together. She glanced down at their connected hands and smiled to herself. They continued to walk towards the building but her eyes landed on Seokjin who was scolding Jimin. For some reason, she wondered about the class president. Who was Seokjin truly? 

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Y/N was in study hall typing away for her upcoming physics exam. It’s been a week since she saw Seokjin at the corner and for some reason, she's been seeing him everywhere. She never really paid attention but apparently, they shared three classes. There was something about him that drew her in and it annoyed her. She couldn’t figure out why she was so infatuated with him. As far as she knew, they never interacted with each other. Not even with class projects. It was annoying because she finally landed a date with Johnny but here she was thinking about someone she has never met. 

She let out a frustrated sigh and closed her laptop with annoyance, “Why am I thinking of him? This is so weird.” She gathered all her things and walked away from the library each step she took, she felt the frustration leave her body. Maybe all she needed was a small walk. It was probably stress, it has been a busy exam week. 

She walked into Yeri’s club and she froze in her spot. The guy who she was thinking about was standing there talking to Yeri with no problem. The way the sun highlighted his features made her feel weak to her knees. She shook her head and set her things on the table causing Yeri to look at her with a smile, “Ah, Y/N!”

“Hey, Yeri.” She glanced at Jin and gave him a small smile, “Hello, class president.” 

Jin swallowed some spit and gave her an awkward smile, “H-Hey.” 

Yeri glanced between the two and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at Y/N and clapped her hands, “I was just talking to Jin about the fundraiser. He wants us to take part in it.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow and looked at Jin, “Oh? What would we do?” 

Jin felt his hands get wet with nerves and wiped his hands on his jeans, “I-I was thinking about doing a booth. So many people believe in the seven witches that I thought it would be fun to incorporate it with the soccer fundraiser.” 

“That sounds fun. How do witches connect with soccer?” 

“I-I just know this club is super popular, I just thought it would be a good collaboration.” 

Y/N nodded her head and looked at Yeri, “That’s good news for you Yeri. Just tell me what to do and I’ll help.” 

Yeri let out an excited squeal and clapped her hands, “I can’t believe I'm working with the class president! All the girls will be jealous of me.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and glanced at Jin. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes. She could’ve sworn that she saw sparkles in his eyes but it could’ve been the sun's glare. Jin looked at her and their eyes connected. He felt like his soul was ripped out of him at her curiosity and he knew she had no idea what was going on. He let out a small cough and bowed at them, “I have to go. Thank you for collabing with me.” 

“Of course class president! I’ll see you this Wednesday!”   

Jin nodded his head and waved at the two girls. He quickly made his way out of the class and ran straight to the student council room. He slammed the door closed and leaned against the door with sweat coming down his face. 

“Hyung, are you okay?”

Jin looked to see all his members looking at him with worried looks. He swallowed his spit and looked at them with a scared look, “I-I...I’m pretty sure that Y/N is my soulmate.” 

“L/N Y/N, Yeri’s friend?” 

Jin looked at Jungkook and nodded his head, “I kinda knew it was someone in my classes because I felt sick but I didn’t think it would be her.” 

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” 

“Nothing...it’s just we’re so opposite. She's so quiet and barely talks to anyone...What if she hates me?” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes at this and sat on the couch, “You won’t know unless you try. Just be careful because you don’t know what the side effect is with her yet.” 

“Thanks for the confidence.” 

“Noona is really nice. She helped me with my English assignment for tutoring. You just have to break her shell.” 

Jin smiled to himself and nodded his head, “We are working together for the fundraiser.”

“See, it's perfect! Now don’t be a pussy and talk to her.” 

“Yah! Jimin, I still need to punish you for not showing up for the speech!” 

“Kinky.” 

Y/N sat next to Yeri and let the couch swallow her, “You had a good study session?” 

Y/N sighed and shook her head, “Not really...I had things on my mind.”

“Is it the date this Friday?” 

“Yeah...and something else.”

Yeri raised her eyebrow and turned her body towards her, “Is something else going on? Tell me~.”

Y/N sighed and glanced at her before looking back at the ceiling, “I’ve been thinking about Jin...I don’t know why but there’s something about him that caught my eye.”

“Like romantic? You finally have a date with Johnny. It could be your brain playing games on you because you're nervous for Johnny. You know, your brain wants you to fail before you start.” 

Y/N nodded her head and looked at Yeri, “Yeah, that could be it. Johnny wants to take me to the park afterward.”

“Oh, tell me more.” 

Y/N found herself back in the library the next day reading more folktales for her literature class. The subject was the myth of the seven witches. She wasn’t shocked when the professor said this because she was Yeri’s mother. Like mother, like daughter. She pulled a book out of the shelves and started reading the book, “...The seven witches are known throughout the land as the healers of humanity. Saving those who are in need regardless of what it is. For generations, they will continue this until they find their soulmates. Once they find their soulmates then the witch can’t function right. Which is very dangerous. The seven witches have different side effects, the one that is known is switching bodies...” 

Y/N closed the book and grabbed another book heading to the checkout station. She placed her books on the dark wood as she took out her student ID, “Hello, Mrs. Conner. I would like to check these two books out.” 

“Y/N?”

She looked up from her wallet to see Jin looking back at her with a surprised look. She smiled at him and looked behind him, “Is Mrs. Conner not here?” 

“Sh-She’s in a meeting.” 

Y/N nodded her head and handed her student ID to him. Jin felt sweat form on his neck as he gently took the card out of her hand. He scanned her ID and then her books. He tilted his head at the book choices and looked up at her with a smile, “Your reading about the seven witches?” 

“For a project.”

“Do you believe in the seven witches?”

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Not really. I think it's a scam...but if you believe in it then don’t let my opinion alter your views.” 

Jin let out a small laugh and scanned the books, “I believe in them...I think it's...fun to believe in it.” 

“Yeah, Yeri’s been believing that since we were kids. Her mom takes her to the shrine with the seven witches statue in Busan every summer.”

“What about the shrine in Anyang?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and put her ID back in her wallet, “I’ve been there once. It’s nice and peaceful but I only go for the scenery.” 

“Do your parents believe in the seven witches?”

Y/N scoffed at this and nodded her head, “My mom has these stones for them and my dad does the prayer thing to them. I just watch on the sidelines.”

“You know the seven witches are different each generation.” 

“That makes sense...can I take my books?” 

Jin nodded his head and slid the books towards him, “Enjoy the books...before you go. Do you want to pick a coffee with me right now?” 

Y/N glanced down at the books and picked them up. She looked at him with a confused look, “Sure...” 

Jin smiled to himself and moved away from the desk. He grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger with a wide smile on his face. He walked towards her with his hands in his pocket, “What kind of coffee do you like?” 

“I like iced americano...that's it.” 

“I like my coffee sweet if I’m being honest. White chocolate mocha is super good.” 

Y/N nodded her head and glanced down at her shoes, “Yeri likes that too...” 

“I like dipping my bread in the mocha. It's super good. You should try it.” 

“Jin...why do you want to hang out with me?” 

Jin raised his eyebrow at her, “Do you not want me to hang out with you?”

“That’s not what I meant...it’s just...we're so different.” 

“Opposites attract.”

“But we never spoke to each other. I know we're working together on this fundraiser but you don’t have to hang out with me.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the door (thank god there was a cafe in the library), “I just want to hang out with you. I know Yeri because she's the president of her club and we had meetings. I know you but I don’t know you.” 

She nodded her head and looked at the menu, “It’s weird. You're easy for me to talk to.”

“Is that a good thing?” 

“I haven’t decided yet.” 

Y/N said her order and went to take out her phone to pay but Jin beat her. She looked at Jin and frowned at this, “Why did you do that?” 

“You can pay for me next time.”

“Next time?” 

Jin didn’t say anything and ordered his drink. Jin is so weird but enduring I guess... They walked to a table towards the back as they waited in silence. She glanced down at her phone and started reading an article as Jin just sat there with nervousness. What do you say to your soulmate that doesn’t know that they're the soulmate? It's a complicated situation and Google can’t help him figure it out. He opened his mouth but it was quickly cut off when he heard someone say Y/N’s name. She looked up and a smile appeared on her face, “Johnny.”

He glanced at the man who was now at their table and felt his heart drop at the look they shared, “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were at the library?”

“I just needed two books. Jin invited me to the cafe.”

Johnny glanced at Jin (with a small glare that only Jin saw), “That’s nice of the class president. Y/N, are we still up for that date?”

“Unless you change it then yes.” 

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Bye, president.” 

Jin watched him leave and his chest felt heavy. He looked at Y/N with a small (fake) smile, “Are you with Johnny?”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “No.” 

“You seem happy with him.”

“I guess. We should get our drinks.”

Jin let out an awkward cough and nodded his head, “Yeah.” This whole soulmate thing just got more complicated.

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“Class president, where do you want me to put these papers?” 

Jin glanced up at Y/N and let out a nervous laugh, “What is it?”

Y/N glanced down at the papers and then back at him, “It’s just...posters. Yeri just handed them to me so I wasn’t sure what they were.”

Jin nodded his head and stood up from his desk. He walked towards her and glanced down at the posters trying his best to ignore her eyes, “I’ll look at them and sign them off.” 

“Okay, class president.” 

“Please call me, Jin.” 

Y/N nodded her head and glanced at the window with a frown, “It's so windy...hopefully the winds don’t blow off the posters.” 

“Don't worry, I have it under control.” 

It's been a week since Y/N’s meeting with Jin at the cafe which means it's been a week since Johnny’s date. The date was everything she wanted and something was missing. She didn’t know what it was but it could be the nerves. When she left Jin that day at the cafe, for some reason it hurt her heart to see his sad face but she continued to walk away. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

She looked up from her lemonade drink and nodded her head, “Yeah, why?” 

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink, “You seemed distracted. I was just worried.” 

She shook her head, “I’m just nervous that's all.” 

“Ohhh, I make you nervous?” 

“Shut up.” 

She gave him a smile and went to walk out but her foot got caught in the rug (the day before Hoseok and Namjoon were trying to sew something. Everything was going well until Namjoon accidentally cut the rug). In a matter of seconds, she felt something hard against her back. She closed her eyes waiting for impact but when she opened them she was standing up. She was really confused and looked down to see herself in her arms, “What the fuck?”

Jin opened his eyes and looked up to see his face, “Oh, shit.”

Y/N quickly dropped Jin and looked down at her hands with wide eyes. She rushed to look at herself in the mirror and her mouth dropped. There she was in Jin’s body. She let out a small scream but it was soon covered with Jin’s (her own) hand. She pushed him off and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What the fuck is going on? Oh my god, am I drunk? I don’t drink though...What the fuck is going on!?”

“Calm down...I-I...fuck.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m in someone else's body.”

Jin sighed and went to his table ignoring her distress. He pushed some paper away and opened a fancy red book. He read away and his eyes widened at the words “...The one side effect of soulmates is body switching. This is the only one that is known throughout the community. The only way to switch back is a kiss on the lips. The body switching will continue until both soulmates accept each other.”  

“Jin!? Stop ignoring me!” Jin sighed and walked towards her ignoring her confusion. He leaned forward and placed her lips against his own. He watched her eyes widen and then slowly close as he did the same. When they moved away, Y/N looked down to see herself in her own body but that didn’t stop the questions, “Jin, what the fuck just happened?” 

“We switched bodies.” 

“I fucking got that! Why did we switch!?” 

He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, “What if I told you I was part of the seven witches?” 

Y/N blinked her eyes and let out a small laugh but when she saw his serious look she stopped. She blinked her eyes again and then all of a sudden she fell to the ground. Jin's eyes widened at this and cursed under his breath, “Oh shit she fainted.” 

He picked her up (with his sleeves covering his hands so they wouldn't touch) and placed her on his couch and rubbed his forehead roughly, “Fuck...she already has a boyfriend. I can’t just come into her life and change it, I’m not a homewrecker. I’m not Jimin.” 

He walked towards his mini-fridge and took out a water bottle. He placed it on the coffee table and sighed to himself, “Why does this happen to me? What did I do?” 

Y/N let out a small sigh and opened her eyes slowly. She turned her head to see the water bottle and glared at it. She quickly shot up and glared at Jin, “YOU’RE A FCUKING WITCH!” 

Jin jumped at the sudden loudness from her and was actually shocked that she could be that loud, “Don’t yell that so loud!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me be quiet about this. You know switching bodies is fucking normal.” 

“Y/N, I’m sorry-”

“We just fucking switched bodies I-I...Whose the other witches?” 

Jin looked at her with a confused look, “What?” 

“Don’t what me! Who are the other witches?” 

“The other student council members...”

Y/N stared at him and let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, they are...why am I not shocked by this? Is that why Jimin fucks so many people because he uses his magic?” 

“What? No, he’s just a whore.” 

They stared at each other and the tension between them was awkward but also sexual. Jin knew why it was sexual but he wasn’t going to act on that. Y/N pointed at Jin with a wide smile, “We can switch bodies...I want us to switch bodies tonight.” 

Confusion was painted on Jin’s face and he titled his head, “What?” 

“I have a date with Johnny tonight and you’re more extroverted...I need you to be extroverted for this date because I was so awkward on the first date.” 

“You want me to go on a date with Johnny!?” You’re my fucking soulmate!!! 

“I think that’s fair...I don’t know okay damn. I just want a good date with him!” 

My fucking soulmate wants me to go on a date with someone who already hates me...nice, “What do I get out of it?” 

“I mean...you get kisses from me. That’s good?” 

“Are you asking me if it's good or are you asking yourself?” 

“Yes.” 

Jin let out a deep chuckle making Y/N swallow her spit at how hot it sounded, “Your kisses are a good prize. Fine, I’ll do it.” 

Before Y/N could say anything, Yeri barged in with papers in her hands. Yeri glanced between the two with a raised eyebrow, “Did you guys fuck?” 

“WHAT!?” 

Yeri shrugged her shoulders and placed the papers on Jin’s desk, “The aura just feels like when someone just got fucked.” 

Y/N glanced at Jin and she didn’t miss Jin looking her up and down. She shook her head and bowed at Jin, “Bye, president.” 

“By-Bye.” 

Y/N grabbed Yeri’s wrist and quickly made their way out of the room with her face feeling hot. What did I do to deserve this? 

“What did I do to deserve this?” Jin plopped down into his chair and stared at the poster. Yeri wanted to find your soulmate booth and Jin smirked at it. An idea popped into his head. 

“Wait, so you're going on a date for your soulmate?” 

Jin sighed and nodded his head towards Yoongi, “Yes I am...”

“You know how stupid that sounds, right hyung?”

Jin glared at Jungkook through the mirror and sighed, “Aren’t you guys supposed to support me through this difficult time?” 

“No, it's our job to make things hard for you.”

“Thanks, Taehyung.” 

It was time for the date and Jin was already dreading it. He just wanted to help his soulmate but fucking hell. Going on a date with another person isn’t what he wanted. He turned around and put on his jean jacket with a frown, “I’ll be going.” 

“Good luck, hyung.” 

“You need it!” 

Jin rolled his eyes at his members and left the house with a weight on his shoulders. He always thought finding his soulmate would be the happiest moment of his life. His parents always told him that finding his soulmate would be life-changing and they were right. He can’t believe that Y/N was infatuated with someone else and he was such a fool that he would do anything for his soulmate. He just wanted to feel love and even though this is wrong, he was still going to do it to feel something at least. 

He knocked on the door and Y/N opened it. His mouth dropped at the sight. She was wearing a floral deep v-neck blouse that had bell sleeves and a bow in the back, she had a white mini skirt on with white knee socks underneath with black mary janes. Her hair was just a simple braid and her makeup was soft, she looked beautiful, “Jin did you hear me?” 

He shook his head and smiled at her, “What was that sorry?” 

“I said, did you want a drink and you can come in?”

He nodded his head and walked into the door. He took off his shoes as they headed into her small living room. It was a very neat living room with everything in its place and everything was clean. Y/N sat on the couch with Jin sitting next to her, “What drink do you want?” 

“Oh, water is good.” 

Y/N nodded and got up from the couch with a smile on her face. He watched her leave the couch and he couldn’t help himself from looking at her bare thighs. The knee socks hugged her legs perfectly and he hated how distracted he was with her. She was someone else's, he needed to remember that.  

She handed him the water looking at the ground with an awkward look, “Th-Thanks for doing this. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” It’s a big problem.

“Do I just touch you?”

“Physical touch…that’s it.” 

She gently placed her hand on top of his and his touch sent an electric shock through her body. She ignored it because it could be magic.  When she opened her eyes, she was taller. She glanced to her left and saw her body. It worked again, “Thank you again, Jin.”

“Yeah…where’s the date?”

“It’s at Simon Says.”

He can afford that? “That sounds like a good date.” 

“Johnny said it took him months to get it.”

“I’m glad he got it for you. I should get going.”

Y/N nodded her head and stood up with a smile. She gave him a quick hug, “Thank you for doing this. I appreciate it.” 

“Anything for you Y/N.” 

Jin left her apartment with a dark cloud over his head. He couldn’t explain this feeling, heading to your soulmate's date. It’s a weird feeling and it hurts if anything. With each step he took, he felt his heart breaking. The only thing he wanted was for Y/N to be happy and if he had to do this then so be it.

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Y/N felt like shit. It’s been two weeks since the body switched and she fell ill. Every time she switched with Jin, she felt sick. On top of things, she was spending more time with Jin for the fundraiser and she felt her heart beat faster. It was so confusing because she really liked Johnny and it’s been two years of having her crush. Dating Johnny was the only thing she wanted but now she’s rethinking everything. Jin changed her thoughts and she didn’t know if she liked this. 

“Y/N did you hear me?”

She looked up and the person that was on her mind was staring at her with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sorry what?”

“I said, are you excited for the soulmate booth?”

She glanced at the booth and let a small smile appear, “I guess…I feel indifferent.”

“How’s your seven witches project?”

“Oh, I haven’t been doing it. She extended it so it’s due at the end of the month.”

Jin frowned at this and nodded his head, “So you haven’t been doing any research on it?”

“I had a chemistry project. You just want me to learn more about you.”

He let out an awkward laugh (something Y/N didn’t pick up), “Yeah…”

“I don’t understand this soulmate thing.”

Jin smiled and picked up one of the rocks, “The seven witches created this spell that when soulmates grab the same rock, it lights up to this pink color.”

“Oh they like rocks like penguins then?”

“I guess.”

She glanced at the rocks and then back at Jin, “Have you found your soulmate?”

“Yeah, I have.”

For some reason, Y/N's heart broke at this. She had Johnny so she couldn’t focus on Jin, “O-Oh really. That’s good. I’m happy for you. What’s she like?” 

Jin let out a small laugh and smiled softly, “She's shy but at times she isn’t. She’s super smart and helps everyone who needs it. She’s also beautiful, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

Her lips formed a tight smile and nodded her head, “I’m happy for you…When is the booth opening again?”

“Tomorrow night. I’ll see you there?”

“Of course, I’ll be there, Jin.”

He gave her a quick smile and left to go look at the booth. She frowned at this when she saw a shift in his demeanor. Something was wrong with him and she felt she was at fault but she didn’t know why. She felt a heated look on her and she turned to see Namjoon glaring at her. She looked around to see if he was glaring at someone else but now it was towards her. She frowned and let out a nervous laugh, “Is everything okay, Namjoon?”

“How long?”

“How long what?”

Namjoon sighed and glanced at Jin before glaring back at her, “How long are you going to keep this up with Jin?” 

“Well the fundraiser is-”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N.” 

She looked at him with a confused look, “Namjoon, I’m so confused...” 

“You have a textbook, use it.” 

She watched him leave and she stood there confused. The textbook? What does that have anything to do with this? She brought out her thoughts when she felt a touch on her shoulders. She turned around and saw Johnny smiling at her, “I bought you doughnuts.” 

She smiled at this and took the bag out of his hand, “Thanks...Are you coming to the soulmate booth tomorrow?” 

“No, I have a test online during that time. I was wondering if tonight we could go on a date.” 

She glanced at Jin but shook her head, "I don't need Jin, I can do this myself, “Yeah, I’ll go.” 

Johnny smiled and intertwined their fingers together. As they walked off, she glanced over her shoulder to see Jin talking to Jimin with a small smile on his face. She wanted to run to him and hug him but she couldn’t. She realized at that moment she had feelings for Jin and she was basically leading Johnny on. They went to the corner and sat at the bench together as she frowned to herself. 

Johnny saw the frowned and looked at her, “Is something wrong?” 

“Yeah...Johnny I-”

“You like Jin?”

She looked at Johnny with wide eyes and nodded her head with shame, “Ho-How did you know?” 

Johnny smiled at her and took a bite of his doughnut, “I kinda figured.” 

“I’m sorry...I did really like you...Oh god, I’m a horrible person.” 

“Look, no hard feelings. I just need some time away from you to heal. I just want you to be happy Y/N.”

She looked at Johnny with a frown and gave him a quick hug, “I’m sorry...” 

“Go get him.” 

Y/N gave Johnny a quick kiss on the cheek and left, leaving Johnny there. He sighed to himself and leaned back into the wooden bench. He took another bite of his doughnut and felt someone sitting next to him. He turned his head and smiled, “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to check on you.” 

He let out a small laugh and glanced down to see her holding a rock, “Why do you have a rock, Yeri?” 

She let out a small laugh, “Just take it...it will be good for you, trust me.” 

Y/N ran back to the booth and looked around to see that everyone was gone. She frowned at this and took her phone out. She clicked on the icon and sent a text, Where are you? 

I went back to my dorm. I’m tired...make sure you read the textbook

She bit her lip and sighed. Whatever Jin wanted to tell her, it was in the textbook. She ran towards her apartment and tried her best to avoid everyone to get there faster. She ran into her bedroom and grabbed the textbook that was on her desk. She opened her textbook and her mouth dropped, “Jin’s my soulmate...” 

“Welcome to the soulmate booth! Let the seven witches find your soulmate this evening!” 

Jin sighed to himself and he watched everyone go up the booth, everyone but that person he wanted. He leaned back in his chair and felt a hand on his shoulder, “Hyung it's okay.” 

“Hoseok it's not okay...I should’ve told her.”

“Hyung, it’s not your fault. The whole situation is messed up.” 

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah it is.” 

Yeri overheard the conversation and glanced at them with their curious eyes, “Who's your lucky girl?” 

“Somone...”

“Do I know them?”

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah, you do.” 

“Oh! Is it Y/N?”

“Go do your job, Yeri!” 

Jin stood up and was about to leave when he heard his name getting yelled out in the crowd. He turned around and saw Y/N panting. He raised his eyebrow and made his way towards her, “Y/N, are you okay?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Tell you-”

“Grab a rock with me, Jin.” 

He was about to walk away but Y/N forced his hand open. She dropped a rock into his hand and grabbed another rock just to have pink light shining against her skin. She glanced at the rock and then back at him, “I’m your soulmate Jin...why didn’t you tell me?”

“You had someone else...I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” 

“I liked you for a while but I just thought of myself liking you as a friend. The more I thought about it the more I realized I liked you Jin. Please give me a chance...please.” 

He blinked his eyes and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips. When he pulled away he gave her a smile, “Of course I would give you a chance...I would give us a chance everyday for the rest of my life.” 

On the other side of the booth, Johnny held the rock with an uninterested look, “It’s a rock, that's it.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

He glanced up and saw Yeri grabbing a rock and he watched his rock lit up, “No way...” 

“Yes way.” 

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Jin tugged at Y/N’s shirt, their faces centimeters away from each other, “Ji-Jin...”

His eyes slightly glaring at her threateningly, “What does the shrine do for the witches?” 

“So the witches can hear their prayers and help them.” 

“Correct.” 

Jin let her go and she let out a small cough, “Your boyfriend is part of the seven witches and you can’t even remember anything.” 

“Jin, I told you I’m not good at remembering these things...just two months ago I didn’t believe in it.” 

Y/N’s project was due next week and she was having trouble making her powerpoint. She couldn’t tell what information to use about the seven witches and Jin was insulted by this. This is how she found herself getting harassed by her boyfriend alone in the council office. 

“Jin, aren’t you being harsh with me? I’m just going off by the text!” 

“You don’t need the text when you have me. Y/N, what’s the main power that witches have?” 

“I..”

There was an awkward silence that fell upon the both of them. Jin waited for the answer and sighed when he knew he wasn’t going to get one, “Healing. Every answer you get wrong, you have to take off a piece of clothing.” 

“Eh!! But Jin!”

“Now, Y/N.”

She sighed and kicked her shoes off. She rolled off her thigh-highs down her leg giving Jin a full view of her bare legs. She balled up her stockings up and put them into her shoes, “Jin, I’m still reading the books-”

“Again, you have me for the source material. You have pretty legs.” 

By the end of the questions, Y/N was left in her shirt ( and her underwear) as she stared at Jin with a red face, “is the door locked?”

“Do you want it unlocked?”

“No!” 

Jin let out a small laugh and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips making her smile. He leaned back onto the couches as Y/N sat still in front of him. He sighed and gave her a gentle smile, “I’ll give you an easy one. What's one of the side effects of a soulmate?” 

“You can’t control your magic.”

Jin stared at her with his jaw dropped, “Take it off.”

“That’s right though Jin!” 

“WE LITERALLY SWITCHED BODIES! TAKE IT OFF!” 

Slowly hesitatingly, she started to unbutton her shirt. Her shirt slid down her arms revealing the matching bra to her underwear. Her face was red as Jin tried his best to hide his red face, “Get up, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Do it.” 

She slowly stood up from the couch and looked at him with a confused look. In one swift movement, Jin pinned her onto the coffee table on top of her papers, “Jin!?” 

He didn’t say anything and leaned forward pressing his lips onto her. Her eyes widened at the soft touch but her eyes slowly closed when she felt her heart melted into it. Jin pressed harder and she felt his tongue playing with hers making her accidentally let out a moan. He nested his head on her shoulders and placed kisses against her neck. He pulled down her bra and he leaned in sucking on her nipple. His tongue twirling around making her squirm, “It’s okay to moan, Y/N.” 

He switched to her other breast giving it the same treatment. She tried her best to keep in her moan but she couldn’t hold it anymore, “That was a good moan.” 

He stood up but got on his knees, spreading her legs apart so that he was in between them. He slowly pulled off her underwear. Just then, she felt his tongue insert itself and she let out a loud moan. She tried to push him away but this caused him to take out his tongue and started to spread her folds with his fingers, licking every part, “Do-Don’t do that or I’ll-” 

She felt the sensation take over her and she closed her eyes tightly, “J-Jin!” 

He removed himself and licked his lips, “I love it when you cum at foreplay.” 

He stood up and threw his top off along with the rest of the clothing except for his student council tie because he knew it was one of your kinks. He climbed back on top of her and the tip of his length teased her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her and he fell into her arms as she embraced him. She felt his kisses go along her neck and she let out a small laugh at the touches. The more he kissed, the deeper his tip played with her, “You want this don’t you?” 

“I-I wouldn’t say that...” He slid her bra off and let out a chuckle at her answer. He cupped her face and brought her in for another kiss, “You’re so cute.” Without warning, he slammed his whole length into her making her moan so loud that she knew the whole building heard it. 

“Th-This is what you get for not knowing anything about the witches.”

[nonbinary-weirdo]

Alastor has brought King Lucifer to his knees after a defeat against the radio demon for the throne. Now hes humiliatingly chained to king Alastors throne like a slave.

The deer mockingly gazed down at the fallen angel in rags.

"How does it feel to be 'my' prey now, Lucifer?"

Alastor grins, tapping his staff end against a leg of the throne. Lucifer can do nothing but gaze up at him, seething.

"My daughter'll kick your cannibal arse!!" He snarled, eyes blazing but his shock collar activated, sending sparks into his body, fire surging all over!!

The deer demon laughs loudly, the sound echoing throughout the throne room.

"Oh oh oh...Lucifer! Your little 'angel' princess can't save you this time."

Kneeling to Lucifers eye level Alastor, leers down at him. His grin turns to a smug smirk.

"No. No one can. In fact....I want to show you something." He snapped his fingers upon order.

The door opens, creaking

Said daughter was brought before the new king. She's slumped. Her head bowed as she's thrown roughly by the shadow guards ar Alastors feet.

"Daughter!" Lucifer gasped. She looked as though shes been through mental hell!

She looks up at Alastor, her expression completely blank and emotionless. Her pupils are completely black. It's clear that she's been brainwashed.

"Hello, father."

Lucifer can do nothing but watch as his daughter is completely under Alastor's control. The demon leans in close to Lucifer, and whispers into his ear. Lucifer's eyes widen and his face is instantly filled with horror, but all he can do is stay silent.

Tearing up with grief he choked out to her.

"D- Daughter....i failed you..."

He glances at her again, Charlottes mouth was forced into a fanged grin like Alastors.

By then, Lucifer's daughter looks up at him again. But, this time, she's speaking in Alastor's voice. Her movements and behavior are completely identical to his.

"You indeed did, father. There's absolutely nothing you can do now."

The fallen king felt terror rip into his soul.

Again, Alastor spoke through her:

"You see, father? 'Now' I am your overlord. 'Now' I am your king. 'Now' you will bend the knee to 'me'."

Lucifer is left completely speechless. All he can do is stand still, a horrified expression on his face.

He starts to sob....

"Alastor do what you please to me but i beg of you let her go! She did nothing to you...!"

Alastor chuckles deviously.

"Oh, Lucifer, how you amuse me! So protective of your dear angel child. How adorable."

He then turns his attention to Charlotte, kneeling down to her. The girl's face is still forced into Alastor's smile.

"Now now, my child, what exactly do you think your daddy meant by 'do what you please to me'?"

A wicked and sadistic smile spreads across Alastor's face as he leans in closer to Charlotte.

Lucifer's eyes widen in horror, realizing exactly what Alastor implied and what he's doing to his daughter.

"N-NO, WAIT-!"

But it's too late. Alastor is already planting a peck on Charlotte's lips. The hypnotised blonde gave a radio filtered giggle.

"Mmm what a good little darling pet~" Instantly, Alastor clamps on a collar attacked to a gold chain around her thin fragile neck. "Tight enough for you?"

Charlotte lets out a small sigh, seemingly just going along with Alastor's commands. She's no longer speaking in his voice.

"Yes, master. Thank you."

Lucifer gasps loudly, horrified. Tears fall from his eyes as he watches Alastor put the chain on his daughter.

"What have you done to her, you monster?!!"

This was utter entertainment for the new ruler of Hell. He held Charlies pale chubby cheeks roughly.

"She, dear Luci, gave the kingdom to me as well as her soul. Silly girl~" He used his magic to make Charlie nod confirming what the Radio Demon said, as though she had puppet strings attached.

Lucifer is utterly destroyed by what Alastor had said. Charlotte just stands there, her face still blank with her collar and chain on.

"N-no..! It's not true! She would never-!"

Lucifer is cut off by Alastor's sinister , and mocking laughter.

"Ohoho, ask her yourself~"

Charlie spoke again in a misty, dazed, airy, radio filtered voice again.

"Its true Father. Everything is his because of me. Even I am his property. Now smile daddy! You're never fully dressed without one!" Charlie would NEVER say that...!!

Lucifer's hands shake as he gazes in disbelief at his daughter. Charlotte's face is completely unchanged. Her smile is still plastered on it. Her mind is clearly under Alastor's control.

"No, no, this is all wrong! She would never-!"

Alastor only sighs and shakes his head in annoyance. Tsking.

"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer....shes mine now~"

[tiodolma]

I remember you said you hate Arthur 😗 What are your thoughts on Gwen? Do you like Gwencelot?

guinevere guinevere guinevere... RANT INCOMING. Hot takes generator coming along. brace yourself.

hmm i think she had a lot of potential at the start especially in s1. She was spunky. She had really good rapport with merlin. It felt like she and him could have done a lot of pranks and hijinks.

Then when mergana (the whole shebang) started to happen i thnk they pushed her to become more of arthur's voice of reason as replacement for the spot morgana used to hold.

it's still a little weird how she and arthur got together tbh. Like okay, her views on arthur started to change when he began saving merlin's life i in the cup of life episode. But Idk i wish we could've seen more introspection on her part?

She's not like Merlin and Morgana who had high hopes for Arthur from the very start. Both of them had been working on Arthur from the Bottom and Top. Merlin was peasantry and Morgana was nobility and they both pushed Arthur to be the kinda cool dude he was in S1. And I feel like she got pulled along by MM's efforts to see the good in Arthur. Where does Guinevere fit in all of this? In the middle… I guess because it worked! MM's efforts showed that there was hope in Arthur and Guinevere acknowledged that. Then in s2 when Merlin became more focused in thwarting Morgana in and when Morgana's powers truly awakened and her hate for Uther deepened... Guinevere was what? left to pick up the pieces? I think?

I'm saying this because in s2 both MerMor were already stepping into their destinies, the real "I want to do what's best for Arthur and Camelot." phase. Guinevere was stuck in the weird spot of just being the one who truly cares for Arthur as person.

Now I know this sounds ArWen-positive. but on Gwen's side.

The problem with Arthur tho is that once someone is kind to him he he holds that person on a pedestal and only wants to see that version ever. IDEK why in the span of five seasons, he still has a low opinion on women and girls, he still has this chivalric notions that it's a men's world and girls should just be protected and kept in the dark and that servants should just stay as servants. Moreover his attitude with the women Uther tries to make him marry is abhorrent. He doesn't like the girls who challenge and mirror him too much (like Vivian or Elena from The Changeling). For him his ideal woman is the prim proper perfect loyal- looks good as nobility type. He has this like list of what makes a perfect woman for him and it's so incel-like lol. The moment any of these make a mistake, he casts them away (yes even guinevere). He can make all those "I am doing this for the kingdom" "my love can never be" "what would my father think" excuses but what happened when Guinevere became his queeen and chief adviser? He kept things from her and won't listen to her as his voice of reason. He's honestly frustrating tbh. His ego mixes with his notion of being a "King" and a "Man" and he kept pulling rank at both his Queen and Merlin.

This leads me back to Guinevere just being pulled by the story and cleaning up all the messes ArMerGana leave behind. It's complicated. She's a reflection of whoever was close to her. When she was still close to Morgana, she thought Arthur was a prick. When she was close to Merlin, she almost shared his views of Arthur being the "best thing ever." When MerGana decided that Arthur was an okay dude, guinevere also rode that boat. When Arthur was king and was already like "magic users are all lunatics" Guinevere became like, "yass ur right u have a point." Morgana tortures and brainwashes her and she becomes the latter's ultimate weaopn. Merlin lies to her constantly and she's just "fine whatever you say Merlin teehee but i'm watching you OwO." Arthur abuses Merlin even as King and Guinvere is still like "Aww you two are so cute, but i also think merlin staying as ur servant serving you for eternity is alright."

On one hand ppl can say that she can make her own judgement. Ofc she can. But I wish I saw more? just more. What are her hopes and dreams outside of arthur, merlin, morgana or elyan? Did she want to be a smithy? did she want to be a maidservant forever? did she hope to be a lady in waiting? did she want to become an apprentice of gaius? did she want to be queen? was she not upset that merlin and arthur kept secrets from her? (this was a deleted scene from s5 btw) does she even want a kid? we dont even know that! we know nothing!

She was interesting as Queen, I admit, but bruh it was still like watching Morgana and Arthur on the throne (and lets be real she had been their representative on both times). It's annoying. And this is my point. Guinevere is like... a shapeshifter or chameleon. That's why even now we could never tell what she would be like as queen post-series. WE DON'T KNOW GUINEVERE.

it's like she was whatever the narrative wanted her to be. Maybe that's the point then, that it's her destiny to be the boat that tries to keep itself afloat as the natural disasters called Arthur, Morgana and Merlin swirled and raged around her.

the only light at the end of that tunnel i think was Lancelot. His presence made her actually pursue stuff/hopes/dreams. AND IT SHOWS. They remind me of MerGana in their intense moments in s1-s4. GwenCelot chemistry is electric as hell. THEY WANT EACH OTHER, not for the king or queen or knight that they can become BUT EACH OTHER.

When Merlin and Guinevere weren't too wrapped up in "arthur is actually a good guy deep inside, just trust me on this, give him a chance give him a chance give him a chance" moments, when Merlin and Guinevere PURSUE SOMETHING ELSE, I see honesty, I see something RAW, i can see cracks in the facade forced on them just by merely being in Arthur's presence start to fade and break down.

So yeah. Lancelot had to be killed early coz what would happen to the "King Arthur is the best and hottest sht in the universe" narrative if we had actual Mr. Anime Protagonist Lancelot Du Lac in the show?

GwenCelot needed to happen. I was waiting for it so bad. I was so excited for it. It would have been he perfect foil to ArGwen. It would have added a lot more spice to the show. It would have made Guinevere a more well rounded character with her own hopes and wants instead of the "she's the only braincell holding this group together" character. I want to know Guinevere better, all the good and the bad and not just this impossible perfect angel that the show carved her out to be.

overall thoughts on guinevere? started interesting, ended up boring, gave us nothing.

overall thoughts on gwencelot? yes pls give us the dramatic, encompases beyond all reason courtly romance that arthuriana is known for.

[perenlop]

hello! same anon that was asking moonscape about pmmm stuff. i've been looking through your pmmm-related posts a bit after i saw your reply and i love the way you talk about the characters and really seem to understand them! do you maybe have some more headcanons or general thoughts you'd want to share? i can never get enough of hearing fan's cool thoughts about the show

AHHH thank you!! im really flattered omg i'll put some general thoughts and rambles under the cut so my mutual who hasnt seen it yet wont see

-i know you said you saw my reply already but just gonna repeat it so its on my blog: homura was a foster child who lost her parents when she was young, and because of her heart condition she was passed around to several different (usually christian) families that usually didn't care much for her, only about the check. this led to her initial meek and self deprecating personality. the reason she latched onto madoka is because she's the first person to ever show her true kindness. when she changes her hair style, she cuts off from her current foster family entirely and lives on her own (and may have stolen the foster checks and other cash to do so)

-on top of that she struggles with her feelings with madoka and feeling like she's cruel and selfish for loving her because of her christian upbringing and going to catholic school. families likely didn't take well to her being gay

-hitomi is a closeted lesbian

-kyosuke gives me egg vibes so.

-im basic i like madohomu best but like polyam holy quintet is so real also

-people who say madohomu is one sided are so wrong. how do u explain any of madoka's actions towards homura when walpurgisnacht happens

-some of my favorite moments in the show relate to homura stuff bc GOD all of her scenes are just. enhanced by the plot twist

-wait ive mentioned this but people who think homura doesn't care about the other girls are so??? literally yes she does care about them, she loves madoka the most of course but she cares about sayaka's life when she goes to retrieve her soul gem and her telling sayaka she'll kill her to spare madoka the pain is clearly just her doing the worst thing she can to force sayaka to act. she's kinda distant from everything she's done at this point and is willing to act cruel to get what she wants.

-i kinda love that canonically mami is the strongest magical girl. mami is underrated tbh, i know she's a main character but her spinoff manga was SO good and she's such a tragic character in her own right. she's a deeply lonely person and even if i didn't care for magia record season 1, i really like the approach they went with her character there, where in this universe she's the one who convinced madoka and sayaka to contract, and when she learns the truth, she becomes ridden with guilt and joins the magias to save them because she feels responsible for their fates now. it's such a good place to take her character (and im kinda sad they eventually go "oh no it was brainwashing nvm")

-i absolutely adore this show's brand of horror. the entire thing is just Off in a lot of ways but it's in ways you struggle to place, and the whole thing is thanks to shaft's editing. there's a youtube vid i watched where like the tilting shots up to where the girls look down on the "camera" or random close ups on objects with quiet sounds adds to the feeling that something is wrong even when the show hasn't taken it's dark turn yet. i think focusing a lot of the actual horror elements on the terror of everyone's situation and gradually revealing how much worse everything is is so perfect, it's all paced perfectly to be as hard hitting as possible. and the actual violent moments are done well, none of them are really THAT bad but they're blunt and shocking enough to hit where it hurts. idk if im describing it right but augh its so good

-on that topic the theory that pmmm is framed as a stage show is also so good. i gotta find the post i reblogged about that bc man it adds to the show

[n0-1r]

Reign of the Supermen reaction

hey guys welcome back today we're watching the Reign of Supermen after i was terribly catfished by the first movie so anyways lets get started

ok yeah its part of a series and im gonna have to watch all the movies but still

OH MY GOD ITS MY SON

MY CHILD

who tf are you sinestro lookin ass

g gordon lowkey ate with that poeticism

clark reborn? its more likely than you think

aeugh wonder women please shut up

it's giving ex who can't move on

ah the retro super transformation

bring magical girl transformations back

is he gonna unveil superboy

PLS BE GOOFY PLEASE

slay kinggg

hes such a silly goober

and so little

just a little guy

noooo why are the girls fightingggg

wait i just realised kon can fly in this

omg hey king

yeah one superman, not you tho

ok but theres also jli but lets not get into that

huh?!?!1?1?

luthor lowkey giving tired dad vibes rn

SEE NOT A CLONE A TEST TUBE BABY

in gotham? bats is not going to like that

oh nvm

oh meyan its the superman luthor love child

oh the others... match...

darkseid...

OFC HE WAS FISHY I KNEW IT

ugly ass robot

if i see this guy get bodied for the third time today I'm going to laugh

yum brainwashing

ADOPTION TIME

ah pooh

why is lex genuinely so zesty tho

why does he speak so fruity he reminds me for someone but i forgor

also love kons suit

how is a hologram that tangible

omega darkseid

wait if hes a superman rouge than does that mean superman is his-

yeah don't answer that i don't read superman

is that mal

wait why are they up there

idk ive been half paying attention

THATS WHAT I JUST SAID

aeugh why does he look like that

damn luthors got a crush

fortress of solitude

yeah where was he when the planet exploded

HEYYYY BOOKIEEEEE

YES DAD KAL

NO MORE BROTHER BULLSHIT

I FUCKING HATE BROTHERLY SUPERMAN AND SUPERBOY RELATIONSHIPS

why is his suit so emo

can't believe it got worse

oh i forgot to say, kon sounds fruity

i think he gets that from lex

bizarro...

bro kon is quite the opposite of muscle

bro chillax its giving parasocial relationship

yk at least darkseid cant come

couldve been worse

holy dramatic ass entrance batman!

lois can totally squeeze her hand through that

lex luthor the ipad kid

uuugh how are they not suffocating

oh wow how convenient a switch specifically for sun shielding right near them

oh it's glass

poo

what is that bro

UH HELLO CATCH THEM IDIOTS

whatever ig

ooooh they dead

worlds colliding, its more likely than you think

it's a bird it's a plane it's superman

isn't there a third movie or something

ugh get out of here lex

oh the next movie is jl dark, cute

ok thanks guys

[deliriumsdelight7]

For people who have a problem with this, I invite you to look through the older Stranger Things tags. There’s aged-up Mileven smut from 2016 - when Finn and Millie were, what, thirteen? Fourteen? The smut is of them as adults. I invite you to really think about why you’re so dead set that this is wrong.

This happens in every fucking fandom with young characters. There’s smut for all of the main characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender - characters who range from twelve to sixteen years old. There’s smut of the Harry Potter characters, both as teens and as adults. This is common, and it’s not fucking problematic. We were all children once. To say that a character cannot be allowed to experience sex as an adult because they were a child in canon is ludicrous.

Also, there’s a lot of hypocrisy going on here. Why are you all going after Phoenix when the Stranger Things fandom is full of people writing smut involving underage characters and/or actors? There’s smut of Eleven and Hopper from season 2, when the two of them were living in the cabin together. Have I read it? No. Do I want to? No. But Eleven was twelve when that happened, and I don’t see any of you going after that author. I don’t see you guys going after that camp counselor fic writer, for that matter. If you guys are going to come after Phoenix for writing smut of Erica - something I’m pretty sure she hasn’t even done yet - then I’d better see you combing through the Stranger Things tag on AO3 from 2016 on for Mileven, Byler, Lumax, Dustin/Suzie, and any other ships involving the kid characters. Or better yet - try to understand that this shit happens in fandom.

In fact, this shit happens in canon! Nancy Wheeler had sex in season 1, when she was a sophomore - say, fifteen years old? Dustin heavily implies that he’s seen Suzie topless in season 3. Hopper had the “door open three inches” rule when Mike came over because he knew that his teenage daughter and her boyfriend were sexual beings. I keep hearing this rhetoric that “there are minors on Tumblr/AO3.” Well, there are minors on Netflix. I don’t see you guys baying for the Duffers’ blood for writing about child abuse, teens in sexual situations, teens being murdered, or a child torturing small animals and murdering his family. Where’s your outrage for them?

Look. I am a smut writer. I’m also a kink writer. Bonus fun fact: I’m asexual. I write smut scenes for kinks that I have no interest in trying, and ones that I’ve tried and don’t care for. I’ve also written scenes where a character ruthlessly murders an innocent person without remorse. And just for funsies, let’s add that I basically spent my teenage years reading smutty Harry Potter student/teacher fanfic. And yet… here I am. I’ve never killed anybody. I’ve never been inclined to fuck a teacher, or anyone I’m in a position of power over. I don’t like getting spanked and period sex does nothing for me, but I’ve written scenes of those things. Writing something does not mean that you condone that thing, and consuming that media isn’t going to magically brainwash you into thinking that those things are okay. And I’ll add - yes, I was a minor knowingly going into adult spaces. That’s not on the people who wrote the fanfics, or the people who hosted the website. That’s on me, and on my parents for not monitoring my internet use.

Jesus Christ, people. You sound exactly like the “concerned parents” of the eighties who said that metal music made kids violent, or the ones who said that video games caused the Columbine shooting. It takes a hefty amount of media illiteracy to watch season 4 of Stranger Things and engage in the exact same Satanic Panic rhetoric that got Eddie killed.

Do you not realize that Priah Ferguson is a minor and even if you age up Erica it is wrong to write smut about a character portrayed by a minor?

No, because I’m not writing about Priah Ferguson. I am writing about an imaginary character created by the Duffers and envisioning her as an adult or how Erica might be in high school.

There is nothing wrong with this. Because Erica Sinclair does not exist. She is fictional.

We can write Erica as a a 17 year old, as a 29 year old, as a 57 year old, and it’s absolutely fine. Because it doesn’t matter. Writing what we imagine Erica might be like? Is not wrong. When you’re trying to assign real life moral rules on characters who do not exist you are limiting yourself in a really stupid way.

Man. You really wouldn’t have survived the Harry Potter fandom in its heyday if you’re whining about aging up characters for fic.

[rose2jam]

Why It Was Practically Inevitable That Severus Snape Would Join A Cult, an essay by Rose Jam

So, let’s talk about Cults. Disclaimer: This is just information I’ve gathered over the years from my personal fascination with religious cults.  I’m in no way an expert or a psychologist or whatever.  This is just my personal understanding from the research I’ve done.

A cult is started when a wildly charismatic Leader feels like they have a purpose, a higher calling, or a mission to be fulfilled (or they could also just be an egomaniac). Maybe they really do feel like what makes them special comes directly from a higher power, be that God, or the Heir of Slytherin, but either way, this person has a pathological need to be worshiped, and they need followers in order to do that.  

So, how does one obtain Followers easily? By finding the misunderstood misfits of society, and promising them something.  The people who feel like no one else understands them, or their ideologies.  But this Leader?  This Leader GETS IT, MAN! The Leader understands them perfectly, vindicates them, and makes them promises along the way.  Like, if they stick with the Leader, then not only will they finally be understood, but they themselves will also be revered.  That they will rise above all of the others who have put them down for so long, and will come out on top as a superior being.  

Any of this sounding familiar?

Charles Manson preyed on young people in the middle of the hippie movement, mostly women, who were feeling lost, lonely, and in need of guidance, or in terms of the men he recruited, seeking power over others.  Not all of these people were poor or helpless; some of them came from middle class, or even rich homes and families.  Yes, some of them came from broken homes, but all of them felt “broken” themselves, in some way. So Manson used their desires to have a family to draw them in.  He then used LSD and other drugs to keep them under his control, and he created a manipulative environment where the members of his “family” felt they could never leave him, and if they didn’t follow his commands, something horrible would happen to them.  I’m not going to go into full detail on the Manson Family Murders, but if you’re personally interested, check out the Podcast “Cults” on Spotify.

So back to basics, this Leader draws in Followers with flowery promises of community, power, family, or whatever.  But once the Leader has that following, the terror will begin.  Cult Leaders are usually master manipulators, and have completely brainwashed their followers into believing the “us vs them” mentality, that the outside world is evil, that the outside world will only harm them, that the outside world would never understand what they’re doing on the inside.  And that the Leader is the only one who knows the truth, so they better stick with him.  Or maybe the Leader has gaslit his followers so completely, that they become dependent on him for everything, to the point where they don’t know how they would possibly function without the Leader.  Or, the Leader has created an environment that’s so hostile, that Followers are too afraid of what might happen to them if they tried to leave, or didn’t do what the Leader commanded.  Typically, it’s a combination of all of the above.  Destructive cults will either hurt others outside of their circle (The Manson Family, Sect of Nacozari), harm themselves (Heaven’s Gate, The Ant Hill Kids), or both (The People’s Temple, Aum Sinrikyo).  

Now that I’ve laid this foundation, I’m going to tell you why it was practically inevitable that Severus Snape would join a cult.

Snape’s childhood ultimately laid the foundation for the mental state he would be in when he decided to join the Death Eaters.  He grew up in an abusive household, where his father, the muggle, had his magical wife so thoroughly whipped, that she couldn’t (or chose not to) use magic to defend herself, or her son (1).  Eileen had obviously told Severus about magic, about Hogwarts, about what a wonderful place it was, and what a wonderful gift magic could be.  Severus also watched as Tobias beat the magic out of her.  (I know it’s debated whether Tobias actually physically abused his family, but he certainly verbally/mentally/emotionally abused them, so the term “beat” could be used figuratively as well).  I don’t think it’s unreasonable to believe that Severus developed an extreme hatred of muggles with “burn the witch” mentalities from a very young age because of this.

Enter Lily, perhaps the only other magical person in his life besides his mother up to this point. He sees her using magic out in the open, perhaps recklessly, for fun, and he sees an opportunity to make a friend (and, admittedly, to be smarter than someone about something for a while). He was so eager to tell her all about magic, because getting to learn magic, and go to Hogwarts, has possibly been the only thing keeping him going in his young life.  And now he’s made a friend, a real friend who doesn’t think he’s weird because he’s magical.  Unlike Petunia, yet another muggle who makes fun of him for being weird (2). And Lily actually seems to like him back.  For a kid who probably hasn’t received a lot of affection in his life, this is monumental.  This friendship is everything.  Why wouldn’t he love her?

So the time finally comes to go to Hogwarts.  Severus gets to escape his abusive household, and finally has an opportunity to embrace magic for the first time in his life.  But almost immediately, he’s met with a hic-up.  Specifically, James Potter and Sirius Black.  So Severus is no longer facing abuse exclusively from muggles who think he’s weird, but now he’s also getting it from other magical people who think he’s weird (3).  And this started on the fucking TRAIN before he even GOT to Hogwarts. You can’t tell me that wouldn’t sour a kids dream right off the fucking bat.  And then, when he finally gets there, he’s separated from his only friend, by being sorted into different houses (4).  What a way for a life-long dream to be thoroughly dashed in less than 24 hours.

Let’s look at Snape’s Hogwarts experience.  He’s a good student, and he pours himself into learning as much magic as possible, and at being the best he can possibly be, probably motivated by a desire to be better than what his Father thinks possible.  During this time, he is regularly bullied and abused by the Marauders. Sometime before his 5th year, the Incident at the Shrieking Shack took place.  It definitely sucks to have been so thoroughly fucking duped, and put into a life-threatening situation involving a goddamn werewolf (5).  But perhaps even worse than that, the salt in the wound, was that no one fucking did anything about it (6).  He saw Sirius and James and Remus get out of that situation without facing any sort of proper punishment (as in, they all still stayed at the school as opposed to being expelled like they DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE BEEN (At least Sirius should have been)). Dumbledore was looking out for the Marauders, but no one was looking out for Severus.  On top of that, Severus isn’t allowed to TELL anyone about it, not even Lily.  So, he goes through what was possibly one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, and he can’t even tell anyone that it happened.

So, what sort of support system does Severus have during all this?  He has Lily, sure (who literally told him he should be GRATEFUL to James, one of his abusers).  But, what he really has, is Slytherin House (7). I’ll say it plainly: Severus was sorted into a house that was already full of existing cult members.  McGonagall says in Sorcerer’s Stone that “Your house will be like your family” (she at least says it in the movies, I’m too lazy to get up and reference my books rn lol).  So, Severus’ family, his support system, for 10 months out of every year, is a house that is already full to the brim with pureblood elitists with prejudiced ideals, who would absolutely vindicate Severus in his dislike for muggles.  As a kid first getting sorted into the house, it’s obviously not unreasonable to become friends with the people you’re literally living with.  His dorm mates became his family.  So, when his dorm mates started to become Death Eaters… This is headcanon, I fully admit, but like, fuck, Severus didn’t have a lot of friends, and was probably already drifting apart from Lily.  Do you really think he was going to tell the people he had to live with every single day, not to mention the only people that had been supporting him for years, to go fuck themselves for using Dark Magic?  Especially when he was probably feeling like he was on the verge of thinking that their rhetoric made some sense?

On to Snape’s Worst Memory (8).  At this point, he’s spent 5 years in Slytherin House, with fellow students who casually throw around the M word.  He gets attacked by James and Sirius, he’s practically defenseless, and then the girl who he’d considered his closest friend for so long… has to force herself not to smile when he’s thrown upside down and exposed to everyone on the grounds.  Sure, she was trying to defend him at first, but she also fucking nearly smiled at his humiliation, his pain, his abuse.  So he hurls the one word that he knows is going to cut the deepest, that will hopefully hurt her as badly as she has hurt him. And it works.

Severus had been beaten down his entire life.  By Muggles and Magic Folk alike.  And finally, he’s betrayed by Lily, his last lifeline to the light.  He betrayed her as well, of course.  But he did try to show remorse.  And she doesn’t forgive him (9), which was her prerogative, of course.  

So.  Who does he have left?

I’ve placed little (numbers) throughout my writing here.  Each of those numbers denote the specific events that led Severus to becoming an angry young man, who hates muggles, hates (some) magic folk, and resulted in him feeling weak, helpless, and desperate.  For what?  For power, for a family, for a community.  For a world where he is no longer the weird one.  For a world where he’s respected, strong.  For the world he thought he was going to be a part of, when he arrived at Hogwarts in his first year.

And it just so happens that this is the exact world that Voldemort is (allegedly) trying to create.

Severus Snape was angry, and vulnerable, and as such, he was practically the poster child for the type of person who would be susceptible to falling for a cult.  Maybe he was recruited by his friends in Slytherin House.  Maybe he was recruited directly.  Either way, charismatic Tom Riddle came along, understood how he felt, where he was coming from, told him he deserved better, and offered him all of the things he never had in his life.  And being at rock bottom, being the lowest of the low, to Severus it must have seemed like a miracle of an opportunity, or perhaps, like the only chance he had left.

Now, let me be extremely clear; everything I’ve written is not trying to EXCUSE Severus Snape for his actions.  There is always a point where personal responsibility must come into play.  Except for children born into cults or victims of kidnapping, nearly every person who has ever joined a cult has made the personal decision to join it. I’m just trying to express how unbelievably easy it is, for a Cult Leader to find people with damaged lives and low self-worth, to suck them in with promises of a fulfilling life and grandeur, and for those people to be easily swept up and brainwashed into believing that what they are doing is right.  (Or that what they are doing is required, because the alternative is more horrifying.)  

The type of people who joined the Death Eaters are the same type of people who joined Heaven’s Gate, or The People’s Temple, or yes, The Manson Family.  Now, I’m just going to say, from my own personal point of view, I do not vilify anyone who’s ever joined a destructive cult.  On the contrary, I feel sorry for them.  Because most people who join a cult, don’t necessarily do it signing up for the… end result of what happened to them.  Some of them totally do, like Heaven’s Gate. Most of them knew that the end result was going to be the “evacuation of their earthly vessel”.  But the people who joined the Manson Family, for instance, did not initially join it KNOWING how it was going to end.  They were part of the family long before Manson even came up with Helter Skelter, and by the time the Tate-LaBianca Murders took place, they were already too far gone to go against it.

I highly recommend anyone who’s interested in a humanizing view of former cult members, to read the essay “Leslie Van Houten: A Friendship” by John Waters. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/leslie-van-houten-a-frien_b_246953

Or, at the very least, listen to this 7 minute NPR interview with John Waters about the essay https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=111585116

It’s the story of how notorious film maker John Waters, became friends with former Manson Girl, Leslie Van Houten, and about how she broke away from the cult after her conviction, how she’s spent the last 51 years of her life recovering from the psychotic influence of a maniac who’d promised her the world, and how even though she was convicted to life WITH a possibility of parole, it’s never been granted to her, despite the fact that she has done literally everything possible to try and atone for her crimes.

Maybe I’m just a bleeding heart.  I’m pretty much the only person I know who feels sorry for Leslie Van Houten and other cult members who were brainwashed, abused, and manipulated into doing a lot of the horrible things they’ve done.  But there are people in the world, who have committed FAR more heinous crimes than the Manson Family murders, and who are far less repentant than Leslie, but because those crimes weren’t as notorious, they get to walk free.

Addendum: When I first posted this, I had a few people point out to me that they had always associated Voldemort and the Death Eaters with Hitler and Nazi Germany.  This is a perfectly fair point, but one that I personally don’t jive with, and the reason is simply the numbers.   There were literally millions of people in the Nazi party during WW2.   Death Eaters don’t even reach triple digits, as far as I’m aware.  As I hinted at in this essay, I consider Voldemort and the Death Eaters to be MUCH closer to Charles Manson and the Manson Family.  The Manson Family 100% had Nazi ideology, of course. "Helter Skelter” was Charles Manson’s prediction that there was going to be a massive race war; one that the Whites were going to lose, and that he and his Pure White family would emerge from it in order to rule over the remaining Blacks.  Kinda... sounds like a Death Eater thing, huh?

Sorry.  Back to Snape.  There is a lot we don’t know about Severus’ actual time as a Death Eater. I think it can be reasonably assumed he’s never actually killed anyone before Dumbledore (In Prince’s Tale, Severus questions if his soul would be safe from killing Dumbledore, and Dumbledore implies that his soul would not be damaged by helping an old man avoid pain and humiliation.  This leads me to believe that Severus never committed any soul-damaging murders before this).  Beyond being a sneaky spy and delivering the prophecy to Voldemort, his time as a Death Eater is all up for conjecture.  

Severus does make one important deviation from the typical cult member mold, however.  In the end, he manages to break away from the cult.  The scales fall from his eyes.  In a figurative sense, the LSD has worn off.  What made him sober up, was the threat to his last lifeline to the light. The one good fucking thing he’d ever had in his miserable life.  He was brought back by genuine love.  Ya know, the ENTIRE MESSAGE OF THE HP SERIES. And not only did he leave the cult, but he then spent the rest of his life actively attempting to destroy it, and atone for the mistakes he’s made, in an effort to bring back the world he’d been excited for, as an 11-year-old kid, so full of hope.

[angstymdzsthoughts]

I promised that I would share the convo me and @time-flies-by​ had earlier today regarding the Maleficent AU post, so here it is!

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time-flies-by Dude that Maleficent AU-

angstymdzsthoughts I knoooow

angstymdzsthoughts It got a bit dark on me

time-flies-by It did, but goddamn was it good!

angstymdzsthoughts Right? I'm super happy with it

time-flies-by As you should! It actually gave me chills

angstymdzsthoughts WWX goes to sleep in his husbands arms, happy and in love. Wakes up to that husband mutilating him Thank you!!!

time-flies-by The best part, is that LWJ doesn’t even see anything wrong with it. He’s just like, “it has to happen”

angstymdzsthoughts Yep! Just another part of getting married to him

time-flies-by WWX definitely leaves understanding Madam Lan a lot better.

angstymdzsthoughts Oof LWJ grows up around spouses who seem perfectly happy with life after losing their wings And his mother, who still had her wings, was miserable So he thinks hes actually helping to make WWX happier

time-flies-by Double oof WWX really doesn’t understand what he was getting himself into.

angstymdzsthoughts Oh my god other spouses try to warn him (in a quiet subtle way so their husbands don’t get upset)

angstymdzsthoughts All the Lans are taught that this is a special, intimate experience between spouses

angstymdzsthoughts I feel like Su She is jealous that LWJ got to experience that and is vindictively happy when WWX ran away

time-flies-by Oh my god, the Lans all brainwashed into thinking that the tight smiles, and the tears are signs of love, when in reality their spouse is trying so hard to not hate them. Soakxldowkenenw fuxking Su She

angstymdzsthoughts The spouses are all trapped. Oh wait

angstymdzsthoughts The "soulmate" thing only happens once or twice in a generation and Madam Lan had been the most recent before WWX so the spouse around who tries to warn him away is an old woman who has been married and trapped in the CR for life 55 years That makes it so much worse

time-flies-by Oh my god, imagine wwx accidentally runs into the the wing room, and is absolutely horrified to find all the wings there, so he goes to lwj and is all like “Lan Zhan? What’s this?” And LWJ just goes “don’t worry Wei ying, I’ll make sure that never happens to you.” And what he means is “I’ll make sure your grounding isn’t as painful as theirs.” And wwx trusts LWJ 100%, but then their own grounding happens.

angstymdzsthoughts OOF Oh my god just rip my heart out

angstymdzsthoughts All I can picture is WWX crying and calling LWJ a liar before he's silenced Most disturbing part is how gentle and loving LWJ is being while hes Removing His Husbands Limbs Soft little praises and telling WWX that they will be happy together now

angstymdzsthoughts Ohhh WWX is totally gonna blame himself if he saw the wings and didn't immediately run Gets to Yunmeng like 'how could I be so stupid to believe him'

time-flies-by Ooh especially if the spouses before him tried warning him too.

angstymdzsthoughts Yes Exactly

time-flies-by WWX: The signs were all there. . . There was a red flag everywhere!

angstymdzsthoughts The way WWX sees it is like that 'face eating leopard party' meme Everyone else is just plain horrified

time-flies-by Oof 😂

angstymdzsthoughts LWJ is crying in the CR asking what he did wrong Yunmeng Jiang is ready to start a war in order to get WWX his wings back

time-flies-by Omg yesssss The Lans are all clueless and offended because they see NOTHING wrong with their traditions.

angstymdzsthoughts Someone tries to put it in perspective for them. "How would you react if your spouse cut off your hands?" But the Lans dont get it and just dig their hole deeper. "Thats ridiculous! You Need hands! Wings are in no way a necessity."

time-flies-by Aish 😓

time-flies-by Yeah no, the Jiangs are definitely cutting all ties with the Lan after that.

angstymdzsthoughts The Lans argue that wings do nothing but make someone fickle and reckless and arrogant. They Need to be earth bound so they can learn stability and humbleness ... Oh my god... Horrible thought

time-flies-by Do tell

angstymdzsthoughts Some children of grounded spouses end up with wings too But they get them cut off when they are younger Should it be LXC or LWJ who use to have wings?

angstymdzsthoughts Spend their entire adolescence being ashamed of the wings and eagerly waiting for the day they can be removed

time-flies-by Oooh maybe LXC?

angstymdzsthoughts The most recent wings added are a pair of small white ones maybe half the size of WWXs and the sight of them make him run out because he may be sick

time-flies-by Oh god, what if there’s like, a whole room just full of children’s wings.

Angstymdzsthoughts Of course the Lans would keep them Ohhh WWX hears people talking about the grounding ceremony that will follow the honeymoon and has no idea what their all talking about He asks and the Lans explain that it's a sacred ceremony between spouses that truly binds the new spouse to the Lan family WWX is like- oh wow that sounds really great! Like a big 'welcome to the family'!

time-flies-by Oh no that make it worse! WWX is super excited for the ceremony. He’s like hyping himself up nonstop.

angstymdzsthoughts Oh with the Lan members with wings- they normally have a form of the grounding ceremony when they get their courtesy name and become a Real Lan. Lose your wings and get a name Oh my gooood WWX and LWJ go to bed that night talking about how the bonding ceremony will be tomorrow morning and LWJ assures him that he knows WWX will be perfect

time-flies-by Oh god no, I’m just imagining a bunch of children scared but super willing to lose their wings, because they’d been taught that having them made them everything the clan was against

angstymdzsthoughts WWX, cuddling close: What if I mess up and make a fool of myself? No ones really told me what to do yet. LWJ, petting WWXs wings lovingly: Don't worry, I'll take care of everything Exactly

time-flies-by Oooh I just got chills again

angstymdzsthoughts Something about LWJ touching and admiring WWXs wings in this context... 😨

time-flies-by LWJ: once I get rid of these, he’ll be all mine.

angstymdzsthoughts Touching wings isn't a normal thing outside of family (given that touching in general isn't normal in Chinese culture) but WWX was always super ok with friends petting his wings. He totally offered to let LWJ touch his wings when they were teenagers after catching him admiring them

angstymdzsthoughts LWJ hadn't felt a wing since his mother died shortly after her Binding and WWXs are a really beautiful glossy black color that turns a dark, rich purple if the light hits them just right. Of course he wants to touch

time-flies-by 😥😥

angstymdzsthoughts LWJ, cautiously running one finger along the feathers: They are so big... WWX: Of course they are! My wings have to be big and strong to carry me while I fly! LWJ immediately snatching his hand back, suddenly cold at the remainder that WWX can and will fly away far, far away from him

time-flies-by LWJ is really undermining the love WWX has for him by being that concerned that he’ll leave him.

angstymdzsthoughts He got brainwashed by his clan and he saw his mothers constant attempts to escape. Everyone around him said that the only reason she was trying to leave was because of her wings. If his own mother would leave him because of wings, what would stop WWX?

angstymdzsthoughts Madam Lan got way too close to actually escaping and QHJ was pressured into finally doing the ceremony. Madam Lan didn't last long after that

time-flies-by sent a post Source (****)

angstymdzsthoughts Hahaha

angstymdzsthoughts You know what would be worse? Baby A-Yuan with wings

time-flies-by Oh noooooo

angstymdzsthoughts Like au where LWJ didn't do the binding and unbrainwashed himself Then A-Yuan is born with wings and he grows up being told he won’t be a Real Lan if he keeps them So his parents have no plans of removing them but as his naming ceremony gets closer Yuan says he Wants to get rid of them WWX is immediately packing a bag and getting him and his son the hell out of there. LWJ is right behind him with another bag

time-flies-by Oof yes I like that

time-flies-by But like what if, the day before they leave or something, A-yuan runs to the elders and tells them about what his parents plan to do, and he’s so desperate to get rid of his wings that he asks them to just do the ceremony there and then

angstymdzsthoughts AAAAAAAAAA

time-flies-by When LWJ and WWX wake, they’re so stressed cause they can’t find A-yuan, but a few minutes later he comes in all proud and wingless

angstymdzsthoughts I mean since its Maleficent au wings are apparently magic and can be put right back on but Still Horrible WWX cries LWJ is gonna fight to get his sons wings back and then get his family the hell out of there Oh my god..... LWJ walking through a room full of tiny, near identical wings looking for the little pair that he would recognize anywhere

angstymdzsthoughts Let's a few tears out when he finds them. Remembers helping WWX clean and groom them and watching while WWX taught their son to balance and fly using those wings Hates himself for not seeing what his clan was doing to LSZ and not getting them away from all of it sooner

time-flies-by Codnekaoenen perfect

time-flies-by Heartbreaking, but perfect

angstymdzsthoughts Also, if things had gone according to plan and they left before LSZ did the Binding Yuan, struggling and crying: But I won’t be a Real Lan! WWX, throwing Yuan over his shoulder to carry him mid tantrum: Then you're gonna be a Wei. Lan Zhan, would you please carry this bag? LWJ, taking the bag: Mn. Wei Yuan sounds nice.

angstymdzsthoughts Then they go to Yunmeng so LSZ can grow up in a healthier environment

time-flies-by Oh I like your version better.

angstymdzsthoughts You brought the pain, I brought a bandaid

time-flies-by Haha yes yes, thank you

angstymdzsthoughts Oof tho. LWJ finds the wings and brings them home where WWX is guarding Yuan while he sleeps. They Return the wings while Yuan sleeps and return to making plans to go to Yunmeng once Yuan wakes When he wakes up and has his wings back he bursts into tears.

angstymdzsthoughts Could be because he really missed his wings and is glad to have them back or because this means he's gonna have to go through the grounding AGAIN and it really hurt the first time and he doesn't want to go through it again. Maybe both

time-flies-by If both, then WWX and LWJ will do their best to reassure him that he won’t have to go through the grounding ever again.

angstymdzsthoughts Aww little Yuan crying so hard he can hardly breath and bringing his wings around himself so he can pet and groom them because he needs to make sure this is real and their back

angstymdzsthoughts Oof. Imagine LXC seeing this and wishing he could have kept his wings. Goes to visit his wings and knows that they are too small to fit his body now that hes an adult so he's lost his chance

time-flies-by *sigh* we really should give LXC a break.

angstymdzsthoughts Never Ok how about he gets his wings back and even tho there too small because they never got the chance to grow with him and he'll never be able to fly hes so unbelievably happy WWX and Yuan teach him how to groom his wings correctly because the only person who ever did that was his mother and he cant quite remember how to do it

time-flies-by *sniff* family bonding time

angstymdzsthoughts He starts an arrangement with Yunmeng Jiang so he can send any winged Lans to them for half the year so they can learn that having wings Isnt the worse thing in the world

time-flies-by Oooh yes yes That’s good.

[stanknotstark]

Astral Pt. 7 (Loki x Reader)

Ok so i lied Loki doesn’t come back yet, NEXT CHAPTER i promise XD I didn’t realize there was more I needed to write out, strengthening the relationship with the Avengers and such. We’re finally at the part where they reunite though AHH :) (i don’t think you guys understand I’m writing this and I’m getting just as excited as you all at Loki’s return!!! It’s taking everything in me to not post the next part already XD)

It’s two years later, you’re 21, when you’re offered a spot on the Avengers. You accept right away only too sad you weren’t asked before the Chitauri invasion considering if you had been on the team you would have seen Loki in person. 

You had been working over time on one of the command computers trying to run diagnostic on what was and wasn’t working in the system, what had been compromised when a brainwashed Clint had attacked. You had watched the CCTV cameras picking up on just who was attacking Earth. Of course with you having to work over time you didn’t get to visit the God in his temporary cell when he had been aboard the helicarrier. (The sight and knowledge of him being so close to you stole your breath and made your stomach flutter though) However, you thought on this and decided it was for the best you hadn’t seen him, considering he had been delirious for power and subjugation of the human race. You couldn’t help but doubt the invasion was all Loki because this didn’t seem like the Loki you knew. Loki was caring and that one time he even said you may have changed his mind on humans, even if it was ‘meagerly’. 

Something in your gut told you he wasn’t of his own mind too but no one would listen to you. You had your proof though, his bright blue eyes told you. The Loki you had first met had lovely, hypnotizing green eyes. You regarded your proof as 100% foolproof when you got a close up of Clint and Dr. Selvig who also had bright blue eyes. You couldn’t outright tell Fury though because then you would have to explain where you knew the God from and, in turn, then explain where you got your magic from. Luckily Fury had been willing to let slide where you got your powers from when they brought you in on your 18th birthday. He had skirted around the question and when you didn’t give up anything he just outright asked you. You told him you’d prefer if you could keep this one secret, he could have anything else he wanted from you but that. Fury reluctantly yielded to your one demand and let it drop. 

So, you may have slipped past Fury, making sure to touch him, on his way to speak to the Avengers after the invasion and planted a thought you knew would flourish in his mind. The thought that maybe Loki had been brainwashed too and flourish it did. Fury had told Thor that he would talk to the World Security Council about Loki. Fury then came to you and asked you to gather all possible evidence that Loki had been brainwashed then Thor would look over the information and videos to either confirm or deny if it was something he thought his brother would, or wouldn’t, do. 

With you working missions with both Natasha and Clint you made a name for yourself, you were finally noticed by people. No one had given you a super hero name just yet but you vowed, in due time, you’d give them a reason to. Working with both Nat and Clint however did get you a seat on the Avengers. Natasha had written that you were dependable, adept, and a good team player. Clint had written that you adapted to situations with ease, stayed calm under pressure, and would trust his life in your hands. 

So, you walked into your new room in Stark tower that Tony had all to happily given to you. You had an entire floor to yourself. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how much money Tony had in his bank account right now if this didn’t leave a dent in his pocket. You sighed and fell face first into your new bed, forgetting your two duffle bags at the door. You groaned in delight as you rolled on the bed. 

A knock at your door had you snapping upright in embarrassment. You caught the smirk on Natasha’s lips before she glanced to her right and you saw Captain America, the Steve Rogers, standing in your doorway almost timidly. You smiled and made your way to them, holding a hand out to shake the Captain’s hand. 

“Rogers, y/n, y/n, Rogers.” Natasha said. 

You smiled shyly and then nodded behind them. “You both want to go to the living room, probably be more comfortable than here.” 

“From the sounds you made, I think your bed is quite comfy but sure.” Natasha said making you flush again. 

When all three of you settled in the living room you asked Steve the questions you had been dying to ask since he had awoken from his cryostasis. 

“What’s a new food you like that wasn’t around back then?” You asked, relaxing your body into the couch and setting an arm on the top of the couch while the other hung loose on your lap. Natasha and Steve sat on a couch adjacent to you. 

Steve pursed his lips and looked around the room in thought before you looked back at you and smiled. “Not a food per se but I didn’t realize there were so many ways to make coffee.” 

You raised your brows and looked at Natasha with jealousy, “You took him to Starbucks and left me out?” Natasha gave you a smile like a cat that caught their mouse. Steve chuckled. 

“It wasn’t anything too exciting you missed out on.” Steve said, smiling softly. 

“Oh I don’t know, Steve, Your face got pretty red when the barista asked you what you wanted and you couldn’t give her an answer for 5 minutes.” Natasha said, bringing her legs up under her on the couch across from you. Steve sputtered. “You didn’t tell me there would be over 20 choices when I’ve only known of black coffee with sugar!” 

You laughed with Natasha at an embarrassed Steve. 

“So?” You asked Steve who looked at you confused, “What did you order and did you like it?” 

Steve shook his head, smiling. “I ordered a white chocolate mocha frappuccino and it was amazing!” 

“Steve has a major sweet tooth.” Natasha quipped. Steve knocked his knee into Natasha’s. Hmmm not an unwelcome development you smelled but kept your queries about their relationship to yourself.  

“Has anyone shown you the internet yet?” You asked Steve.

“I know what Google is but that’s about it, haven’t really had the time to explore it more.”

As Steve said this an evil smirk grew on your lips, Natasha rolled her eyes at you but was smiling, Steve looked at you innocently. 

Things were great for a few weeks, the world was moving past the alien invasion and rebuilding New York City. Any time the Avengers stepped out of the tower they were bombarded with questions. Questions about the invasion, questions on if there would be more attacks, questions about how come they could parade about with no legal repercussions. The last question made you sit on edge but no one on the team answered it so you let it die out. 

Your days consisted of talking with the team (Bonding, as Steve liked to put it), embarrassing Steve, knocking Tony a few pegs down with your refined sarcasm, laughing with Clint and Natasha as you talked about old, botched missions. Even sparring together in an interactive training room Tony had made specific to each Avenger if you went in solo, and more general if you all trained as a team. The coolest thing about it was that the A.I. Tony imbedded in it would adapt to you so things never became too easy to handle.

Then Thor came back.

 Without Loki, of course. 

Thor took to you like icing to cake. You spent the first few days finding each other’s boundaries in humor and physicality but once you both got comfortable you were inseparable. He was like a brother you wished you had. Then the week passed and he asked the question he had been sent to ask. 

“Would it be alright if my brother, Loki, resided here until his banishment is revoked?”    

You held your breath as the room tunneled and all you could see was Thor. Loki would be coming here. He would be within touching distance. What would you both say to each other? Would he even grace you with a look, let alone a conversation? 

“Y/n?” Tony asked you, snapping you back to what was going on now, everyone had answered. Considering they knew Loki was brainwashed they all said yes, even Clint although his yes was a little strained.

“Yes.” You breathed out. Swallowing the lump in your throat at Thor’s smile. 

“You will love my brother, y/n, he has just your kind of humor, perhaps he could further your training on magic!” 

You forced out a laugh and smile.

“I bet he can, Big Guy.” 

Pt. 6/Pt. 7/?

Tag list: @justfangirlthingies @emelieh99 @high-functioning-lokipath​ 

[15-dogs]

planetarium |s.b.|

pairing: young!sirius black x reader

summary: after watching and falling for sirius black without ever talking to him, you finally get to speak with him at the most inopportune time

warnings: none

prompt: planetarium from la la land

guide: (Y/L/N) = your last name

word count: 2.1K

a/n: this is for @vivianweasley‘s writing challenge (which you can find right here!) congrats again on 400!!

All night, your eyes would flicker across the crowded ballroom towards the pianist. He was elegant yet fierce, sitting up straight against the hard, wooden bench, his overworked hands touching the keys with a gentleness that strangely fit him. Even as suitor after suitor came to you and asked for a dance, your eyes would find him, that blank, raven haired man.

Every now and then, the man would look up at you and catch you staring at him. He would show no emotion either way, but he never did; he was a keeper of a million secrets of which all were his own.

Although he was emotionless, you most certainly were not. You’ve had your eyes on the man ever since your parents forced you into these ceremonies. There was something about him that piqued your interest. At nights you would lie awake in bed just thinking about what it would be like if he was there beside you. You imagined that he’d be good company, he would laugh at your jokes and be quite funny himself. But those were all daydreams, seeing as you’d never really spoken to the man yourself.

You’d heard things about him through word of mouth, that he was a troublemaker at school and that his younger brother, Regulus, was quite the opposite. Regulus was a good fit for you, your parents assured you. Likely because you were at the Black family residence and your parents finally understood just how wealthy they were; wealthy enough to buy expansion charms in their home to add the pristine ballroom you sat in. Either way, your parents were quite adamant about you meeting him. Perhaps that’s why he was walking towards you with the determination of a brainwashed man. Your eyes flitted over towards the grand piano, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pianist one last time before his brother approached you but he was gone. You scanned the room in a panic, wondering how you would survive the rest of the night if you couldn’t imagine each suitor were him when you spotted him slipping out of the ballroom door.

Pretending you didn’t notice Regulus walking towards you, you jumped from your seat and integrated yourself within the throng of pureblood parents and their spoiled children, just long enough for you, yourself, to slip out the door. As soon as you stepped into the long, marble hallway, you slipped off your shoes— you feared that the tapping of your heels against the tiles would alert someone inside the ballroom to your presence. It was highly unlikely, however, due to the soft music that still thrummed in the hall.

As you neared the end of the hallway, you found the pianist leaning over a railing in front of an empty column of space in his family’s home. You placed your shoes near the opening of the hallway, hoping to sneak around and get a better look at what the man stared hopelessly at. You rounded him, stepping beside his slouched form. You glanced up at a purple and black mist that was suspended midair, dotted with twinkling white stars that formed constellations.

“I know who you are,” you began. You were nervous as it was your first time speaking to him in real life, not in your fantasies. He either didn’t sense it or completely did, as he didn’t budge at the sound of your voice. Yet, you persevered. “You’re the pianist, Sirius, Orion’s son.”

The pale man stood straight up. “Yes, I’m the pianist.”

“And Orion’s son,” you finished. He frowned.

“It’s a bad idea to be speaking with me, you know.” Sirius looked over his coarse hands, massaging them from his hours of playing.

You looked to the side to meet his gaze which had been blatantly avoiding you. His gray eyes met yours, and you suddenly could see all that emotion that he had been hiding. It was then that you realized you’d never been close enough to understand him.

“Since when have you been afraid of getting in a little trouble?” 

Sirius snorted at your comment, clearly amused by your teasing. He looked back down at his hands and then up at the constellations in the planetarium. You could see the stars reflect in his eyes, like he was absorbing everything he saw. As the lights illuminated his face, you recognized a sadness— a loneliness— that you’d only seen in yourself before. 

The music still serenaded you from down the hall, giving you an idea. You took a few steps away from Sirius, his attention peeling away from the enchanted constellations to eye you. As soon as he turned fully around, you took the sides of your dress and curtsied at him. Sirius looked around you as if to make sure no one was watching, then he bowed back.

You danced. Formally, sure, but you two didn’t know any other way. It was a careful waltz, your dress flowing behind you as you spun together. His hand rested perfectly on your back, like it was meant to be there. Your eyes shut as you followed his movements, perfectly content with how the night was going.

“I know you too, you know,” he whispered gruffly against your ear. Your eyes snapped open and met his. “Top of your class at Beauxbatons. You’re here because your parents want to marry you off to some other pureblood family. You’ve got quite the number of suitors lined up for you— my brother being one.”

Your stomach sank. You were hoping that he didn’t know, or at least wouldn’t bring it up. “And why, may I ask, aren’t you one of my suitors?”

Sirius looked away from you then, slowing his movements. “My family advises that I'd be better off with someone I can’t corrupt, mind you.”

You furrowed your brow. “What are you saying? That I’m innocent? Corruptible, even? Or is this your way of saying you wish you were one of my suitors?”

Sirius stifled a handsome chuckle that had your stomach turning. “You brought it up, (Y/L/N). If I didn’t know any better I’d assume you want me to be your suitor.”

“It’s a lovely thing that you know better, isn’t it, then?”

The song slowed to a quiet, almost nothingness, the sounds of both your quiet laughing overwhelming the solo from the flutist. You ran your hands down his arms as he did the same to yours before letting go of each other completely and walking towards the railing again.

Sirius smiled genuinely at you and your heart fluttered. You were right about it, being close to him and all— it truly was the only way to understand him.

He raised a hand and pointed at the mass of magicked stars, performing wandless magic to reveal his constellation. If he was speaking, you couldn’t hear it. You were far too enthralled by his features, hoping to uncover more about him than you had heard through rumors. The man was an enigma to you, a puzzle, a riddle, but you were not about to give up when he made you feel the way you did by just looking at you.

He must’ve felt your stare because he stopped talking and turned to study you. His head rested delicately in his hands and you mimicked his pose. He let out a soft exhale at your demeanor before asking, “What?”

You knew that it was crazy, just a little bit, to be telling this boy that you hadn’t known for more than 10 minutes about your feelings but you simply couldn’t help it. A part of you felt like you had known him for years because, in a way, you had. All those pointless and idiotic ways to marry you off and preserve your family’s bloodline was just another way for you to pretend that Sirius’s perfectly rough and strong hands were in yours, not the creepy guy who would make passing comments about muggleborns and halfbloods that your friends would talk about back at school. The nights that you would lie awake to pretend that Sirius was joking beside you in your bed made you feel like you knew him. But the more you spoke with him, the more you could feel that invisible string between you tighten. You just hoped he felt that pull as well.

“May I admit something to you?” you began.

Sirius’ lips twitched into a smirk. “With such good manners, how could I say no?”

You chuckled softly to relieve your nerves. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Sirius. I know who you are because I see you at all these ceremonies and I don’t know how to describe it but I feel...connected to you, if that makes sense.”

His tall body went rigid and his eyes glazed over like a defense mechanism so you couldn’t see what he was feeling. He shook his head and clenched his eyelids shut as he processed what you had said. “No, no,” he mumbled, “you can’t just do that, you can’t just fancy me.” He finally looked at you, barely regaining his composure. “I’m not good for you, my parents will never approve. It just...it simply won’t work.”

You blinked in shock. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. You swallowed thickly. “Do you feel the same way, Sirius? Do you have feelings for me?”

He didn’t respond and it broke your heart.

But, being the polite and respectful person you were taught to be, you graciously accepted his nothingness and stepped back, knowing that you had to return to the ball. You curtsied and bowed your head. Just as you were about to lift it, Sirius tucked his hand underneath your chin, tipping you up and smashing his lips against yours.

You felt a swell in your chest, like you were so light you could float off the ground. If someone had told you that the song had ended in the ballroom, you wouldn’t believe them because in that moment all you could hear was a grand orchestra coming together perfectly in a great crescendo. The room was spinning around you and by Merlin you were going to hold on for dear life, anchoring your hands onto his broad shoulders.

Sirius pulled away after placing one more careful peck against your lips. He rested his forehead against yours as he panted out, “I’m running away tonight, this— we— are a bad idea. You can’t fall in love with a runaway blood traitor.”

You didn’t have a choice in what you said, the words bubbled up from inside of you, from a place of wanting and yearning. You hadn’t even processed what you said until the words came out of your mouth.

“I’d rather fall in love with someone I’m truly in love with. So be it.”

A soft hum of a waltz came flooding in from the ballroom and Sirius placed one hand on your back and the other in yours and once more, you two began to dance. Your dress swept behind you with each turn. Sirius slowed to a stop as his eyes landed on your feet.

“Where did your shoes go?” he asked between a hearty laugh.

You glanced over your shoulder to see if they were still where you left them. “It’s not easy to sneak out of a ball in heels.”

At the mention of the ball, Sirius took a sobering breath, as did you. He placed a hand on your neck and sighed. “You have to go back to the ball. We’re going to arouse suspicions if we’re both missing for this long.”

He waited for you to move but you didn’t, you couldn’t. Not now, knowing that he was going to leave his family and quite possibly you forever. He saw that hollow look in your eyes and held you tighter.

“I’ll write to you when I’m out, when I’m safe. We’ll see each other again without the bloody awful formal clothes and families to impress. I promise.”

He moved his hand up to your cheek and cupped it, your eyes fluttering shut and an amused smile tugging at your lips. “I’ll wait for you. Be safe.”

You opened your eyes to see Sirius nod and retract his hands from you. “Now, go,” he whispered, and for the first time, you didn’t have to be close to him to see his emotion. It was thick in his voice, the sorrow and longing. In a strange way, it warmed your heart, seeing that he felt that invisible string, too.

You scurried off towards the hallway to retrieve your shoes. Just as you slipped them on and were about to stand up, Sirius pulled you to your full height and kissed you ferociously once more, in that same way where you felt like you were floating in a sea of music. And as his lips moved in sync with yours, you hoped— no, you knew— that that would not be the last time Sirius Black would make you feel more than you had ever felt before.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

As Above, So Below

Chapter 7 - Beginnings

Now on the run with The Winter Soldier... will you be able to get him to open up about his past?

Word Count: 1,129

Read Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

“You know you eventually have to talk to me?”

Your new friend had been silent for days, granted he was going through something unexplainably traumatic but still the guy couldn’t even tell you what burger he wanted to eat for dinner.

A few nights ago you’d been sat awake as your mind had been racing; you’d encouraged him with food and melatonin pills to get some rest. It was like the guy just ran on 100% all the time and never took a second to breathe.

It took a few days but you’d finally got him to accept the throws of sleep and he’d curled up on a blanket pile on the floor, refusing to take the bed with a firm, silent shake of his head. Then you’d quickly discovered why he didn’t sleep, he would toss and turn and mutter under his breath. Sweat would drip from his forehead and his face would be clenched in pain, muscles tight.

Last night as you were sitting awake scouring over maps and car rental leaflets you’d heard him whispering to himself, he’d done it for a couple of nights so you sort of zoned it out. But then you heard more clearly what he was saying, he was muttering numbers “32557-“ He would stop and start repeatedly almost like he was chanting. You watched him for a while under, his slurred speech drifting off into soft breathing.

But right now he was very much awake and looking at you through narrowed eyes. You sighed and sat on the bed across from him.

“Okay big guy lets go through this one more time. You have been brainwashed, mind-wiped… something… and I need to get you the hell away from those people, understood?” He nodded once in response.

“I am not…. from around here and yes I have certain abilities – that’s the magical blue wispy shit you saw me do. They’re hard to explain but right now this isn’t about me.”

You dropped a menu in front of him, “Now pick a damn burger and we’ll talk.”

You tossed him a napkin as sauce slid down his chin, “So you don’t even know your name?” you said through a mouthful of food.

“I don’t need one.”

“Of course you do!” you exclaimed, he stared at you wide eyed with his mouth paused to take a bite. “You need a name! You’re a person, you need a name.”

He shrugged and shoved the last bite of his burger into his mouth. You watched him in silence for a moment, his face was stoic but his eyes always looked like he was trying to solve the biggest math problem.

You couldn’t imagine what sort of minefield he was navigating inside that head of his. Over the last few days you’d seen him start to relax, he started to act more person than machine. He was gentler than you were expecting for someone who looked so menacing. He’d made you jump yesterday and had instantly apologised in the smallest, sweetest voice. It continued to reinforce your boiling hatred towards HYDRA when you thought of who this man could have been.

“Do you remember anything about yourself?” you asked in a hushed voice, afraid to push too hard. He shook his head, “I don’t know anything.”

“Well by the accent I know you’re American, you sound kinda New Yorkish – I’ve been there enough. The tone sounds familiar” you offered quietly, he nodded closing his eyes.

You sighed and took his empty take-away boxes from him, gathering up dirty napkins and empty milkshakes. You dumped them into their original bag and put them by the door, you’d take them out in the morning. You leaned against the wooden window ledge and let the warm night air drift over you from the open window. Staring up at the night sky it was easy to forget the task you had given to yourself. You were planning on leaving for somewhere else, maybe leaving the country, you weren’t sure yet.

You didn’t know where to take him, you sure as hell couldn’t take him to SHIELD, so you guessed you could take him anywhere. HYDRA would be looking for their asset so you’d got him as far out of the state as you could for now.

You could feel him watching you as you closed the hideously patterned red curtains, you could feel the squint of his eyes as if he was trying to read your mind and you couldn’t take the silence for another second, “I’ve heard stories about you that date back a long time” you said. “At least 20 years as far as SHIELD knows, probably more.”

He had an eyebrow raised at you, “Which means?”

“Have you looked in a mirror?” you laughed, dropping back onto the bed handing him the last of the warm beers you’d been drinking “You couldn’t be more than 30 at best”

He shrugged as his face was drawn down in concentration.

“I doubt it, which means HYDRA froze you in time somehow. God knows how old you are” you said pushing your hair back out of your face.

“I haven’t even asked you your name” he said in his increasingly familiar shy voice, his eyes were like a puppy’s as he stared at you all wide and expectant.

You chuckled, “That’s okay, SHIELD called me Vic. So you could call me that?”

“But that’s not your name?” he asked, eyebrows drawing downward. You hesitated; no one knew your name. But if you were going to get this guy out of here you needed something, something to build rapport. You tentatively whispered your name, your real name, and he nodded.

You kept your eyes down unable to meet his gaze for some reason. As you chanced a glance upwards he had that expression again, glazed over and deep in thought, and his body was slumped like he had more than the weight of a metal arm on his shoulders.

“Don’t hurt yourself over there” you giggled; he didn’t move or look up at you – just stared at the bedsheets below him. You tapped the covers in front of him to gain his attention “My guess? The longer you’re away the more that will come back. If I have my way you won’t go back.”

Then you saw it, that look of fear in his eyes you’d seen at the warehouse, you felt sick at that thought of what this guy had gone through, “Hey, I promise you that.” you whispered, trying to snap him out of this trance he was in.

“James,” he said suddenly.

“Excuse me?”

“I think my name is James.”