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onemeangreenbean · 1 year ago

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Anything CH 6

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: none

WORDCOUNT: 5,838

A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 6. This one and the next are a little slow but we gotta do it for the plot! Also I feel the need to state that I in fact grew up listening to Super Junior so don't take anything in this fic TOO seriously. As always I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to interact and talk to me 🥰

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“Get up.” The chill from the AC bombarded Wynter’s body as she fought to pull the comforter back up. When she got it settled around her again it was yanked off of her, but this time Yoongi had discarded the offending material on the floor so that she couldn’t re-cover herself.

Wynter groaned as she opened on eye to peer up at the demon lording over her. His gaze was piercing as he waited for her to move. Instead of getting up like she knew he was hoping for she opted to grab a pillow and place it over her head to block out the sun. It was short lived as the pillow was promptly yanked off causing Wynter to groan louder.

What she didn’t expect was to be lifted off of the bed, a small yelp living her lips as she was unceremoniously tossed on the couch. She shot him a glare through her half sleep gaze as she tried to reorient herself to being vertical. Yoongi stood there patiently, jaw tense, as Wynter got herself together pulling her bonnet off letting her curls spill forward in a mess around her head.

“Yoongi, it’s too fucking early for this.” Wynter mumbled as she walked over to her alter to give thanks to her ancestors. Centering herself she rang the brass bell and lit an incense. Yoongi had been on this kick for the past few weeks of waking her up at the ass crack of dawn to get started in training. He was instance on getting her back to the basics. Quizzing her constantly and making sure her rootwork practice what up to snuff. Which it was in Wynter’s eyes, but not according to Yoongi’s standards.

She had been reading books on theology, wards, curses, spells, demonology, magical items, spiritual weapons, and various of “essential” knowledge that the little demon deemed necessary. Not that it wasn’t, just that waking up this early to study it was. Wynter was a zombie as she walked around the apartment checking the wards. Her magic lazy and slow this early. What she needed was caffeine, which was being held hostage behind Yoongi’s body which was leaned up against the counter as he observed her.

“Move,” grumbling she shoved him aside to reach the coffee maker. Her taste buds awaited the steaming liquid but as she poured it she could tell that it was ice cold. Wynter side eyed the demon as she slammed her cup onto the counter. Closing her eyes she prayed for the strength the not punch him in the face.

Hanging her head she hovered her hand over the cup of cold liquid. The spell was easy, a simple ward and small incantation, it was the focus that threw it off for her. Wynter was great at throwing up protection wards. It was what she was tasked with at home. She was comfortable with them because after doing something for so long it become second nature. Other facets of magic, even different wards, were something she wasn’t comfortable with. Not being confident in her magic was her biggest problem and hindrance to her magical life.

Wynter knew that she needed to get comfortable using magic in her everyday life in order to move past her aversion to her own power. It was hard though. The wall she had put up between her and the ability to let the energy flow naturally was blocked. Magic that was yielded with hesitance and fear, was magic that was dangerous to all, including the person wielding it. Yoongi was trying to move her past it, forcing her day in and day out to use it in her life. Even if it meant warming up coffee.

Steam began to raise from her mug as she focused on the feeling of warmth she wanted the liquid to take on, focusing on controlling how much magic she let out. Yoongi watched her quietly as he monitored the flow of energy. Scorching liquid splashed up on Wynter and all over the counter and cabinets as the cup exploded. “Damnit!” Fustratrated, snatched up a rag from the sink and started cleaning up the mess - throwing the broken ceramic pieces in to the garbage. Yoongi silently assisted her in the clean up and warmed up some coffee for her.

“I’m never going to get it.” She scowled down at the perfectly temperature coffee. How he was able to do it so effortlessly aggravated her to no end.

“You just need to stop rushing it, and trust that it will work the way it’s supposed to.” Yoongi stated. “You try to control it to much.” Scoffing Wynter looked out the window. She knew that Yoongi was right. That if she allowed the magic to follow the natural flow it wanted to instead of trying to force it then she probably wouldn’t have to clean up coffee every morning.

“You have any news on Jiyeon?” Wynter wanted to change the topic, even if the topic caused Yoongi to let out a frustrated sigh.

“No. It seems as though she’s gone underground.” Wynter knew that Yoongi had been working trying to locate the witch who cursed her but every lead he had was a deadend. Her apartment stood empty and anyone he asked about her seemed to act like she never even existed. Which at this point, Wynter was even starting to doubt if the girls name was even Jiyeon.

“She has to be working for someone, which makes sense. But to go through so much to kill you and take you power is what’s bothering me.” Yoongi seemed to be talking more to himself than to Wynter at this point. She watched as his brows furrowed and his face pulled into his think face - little pout and all. He had been sending out all of the contacts that he had to see if they could gather any information about a low level witch who was working for a high level demon, but nothing had come back so far.

Wynter walked off to leave Yoongi to his mumbling and plotting. While she still was having problems letting go of her “control” issues with the flow of magic, she was improving on her ability to place wards on her body. She still had to do it everyday, so it took some time in the morning , but she just incorporated it into her morning routine. The one that she was happy she mastered was the mind block one. Living with someone who could read your mind was annoying on the best of days and infuriating on the worst. So as soon as she saw that it was thing she all but bullied Yoongi into teaching her.

Though living with the demon wasn’t all that bad. Yoongi did his share around their now shared tiny apartment, mostly taking over the cooking. Wynter doesn’t understand how she had become banned from her own damn kitchen but she wasn’t going to complain about the amazing meals coming out of it. Her regular diet of ramen and sandwiches thrown to the wayside. It also wasn’t as awkward as she imagined it to be living with a grown , and incredibly attractive, man would be. They had only walked in on each other twice in the bathroom which, while it wasn’t Yoongi hadn’t already seen on her, Wynter saw just enough to keep her up at night.

They left each other alone for the most part if it didn’t involve training or the curse. Yoongi had still yet to tell Wynter about the war brewing down below that he was now the official head of, but she worked enough that he could just go to his meetings and be back before she got home. He only needed her involved in one problem at a time.

Yoongi cast as glance to the side as Wynter opened the fridge, taking in her shorts and t-shirt. He knew he shouldn’t be looking but while he had promised himself to not think any further about the soulmate bond, he still allowed himself the occasionally look at her ass. “Do you know any wards to help stay cool?” Wynter pulled out some homemade ice tea and poured it into a reusable coffee cup to take with her.

Seoul had been hit with a heatwave for the past few days and it was making everything miserable, including her walk to Mikrokosmos. “Yeah,” Setting his empty coffee on the counter he walked over to where Wynter stood with her head in the freezer trying to cool off. When she heard him stand behind her, she reluctantly removed her head from the icey salvation. Taking his hand he placed it on her forehead and thought about the coolest spring day he could think off. What the breeze feels like? How it felt on his skin as the light chill spring air cocooned him.

“Thank god!” She groaned laid her forehead on his chest. The movement startling him a bit since he had been trying his best to avoid touching her outside of the normal amount. “Why didn’t you let me do it though,” Wynter’s voice came out mumbled from where her face was in his chest.

“Be serious. You exploded a cup a coffee, there was no way you weren’t going to make yourself freeze to death.” His chuckled rumbled in his chest causing Wynter to removed her head and look up at him. Eyes big and wide as she pouted a bit.

“That’s why I have you here to unthaw me,” she smiled up at him. Wynter had one of those smiles that lit up her whole face as she laughed. Tapping his chest so that Yoongi could take a step back, she thanked him and made her way towards the door. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag she chirped out a goodbye to Yoongi as she left.

The walk wasn’t as miserable as it had been in past days now that she had the cooling ward that Yoongi had placed on her. Wynter was annoyed that she hadn’t thought to ask him about it earlier that week. The store was quiet when she got in, but she could see the light coming out of Namjoon’s workspace in the back so she knew he was here. If today was going to be anything like the past few weeks had been she was sure she wouldn’t see the tall shaman until around closing.

Sighing she opened the store in silence and went about restocking some of the books in the back. Wynter was happy that the store was able to get back to what it was pre-fight. Between Wynter and Namjoon’s magic, they had been able to piece the place back together relatively quick, barring a few books that were destroyed in the fight. Since than though Wynter noticed that Namjoon had been keeping his distance from her. Only interacting when it pertained to the store or when he needed to re up her amulet.

Really the only Kim that would talk to her for any amount of time was Taehyung. All Jin did was see the youngest to the store with food and medicine for Wynter. She had apologized profusely for Yoongi hurting him, the red welt around his neck a constant reminder. Eventually he told her to stop and that it was okay, but his visits to the store and talks to her we less frequent and oftentimes short. She figured that both Seokjin and Taehyung were trying to stay out of the way until Wynter and Namjoon started talking again.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part. Wynter valued Namjoon’s friendship and presences in her life and didn’t want to loose that. She had tried everything from food to asking questions about an obscure topic he would usually spend hours explaining to her. Yet, she had only receive short answers or the occasional hum of acknowledgement. Each time she walked away in defeat but today Wynter was determine to talk to the man.

One the few morning costumers had left, Wynter armed herself with her homemade sweet tea and ventured back into the workshop. The sweet tea had always been her trump card when she was in trouble. Now was it because of her immaculate recipe or her doing a small sweetin’ spell on it? Who could really say. All that mattered was that it never failed to sweeten people up and make a situation and conversations easier to navigate. Her knuckles rapted on the wooden door frame alerting Namjoon of her presence. Usually Wynter would just walk in but she didn’t want to overstep any of the new boundaries that had been put up.

“Yeah,” his voice was barely audible, but she heard it nonetheless.

“I brought you some of my homemade sweet tea,” Wynter said in a sing song voice. When she got no response so went on, “It’s a great cool and refreshing way to beat this heat.” Wynter watched as Namjoon continued working on whatever it was he was working on, not even sparing her a glance. “I figured you may be thirsty,” her voice trailed off as Namjoon heaved a sigh, dragon eyes looking up.

“What do you want, Wynter?” The cold indifference in his voice was jarring to her, but she understood where it was coming from.

“Well, the store is empty and I came back to see what you were up to,” she tapped the glass in her hand and she tried to keep the conversation going. “You know see if you needed help with anything.”

Namjoon regarding her for a moment before answer, “Well, I don’t need help.” The conversation was getting nowhere, especially not in the direction that Wynter needed it to go in. He had even turned back to his task. She knew that Namjoon was good at reading between the lines, so at this point it just seemed as though he was going to make her work for every single syllable she pulled from him.

Wynter was tired of tip toeing around him. With a huff she stalked over to his desk and sat the glass of tea in front of him. Pulling up a wayward chair and sitting down. “What would you like for me to say?” Her frustration with the situation bleeding out into her tone. “I’ve apologized I don’t know how many times. I’ve put in extra hours. I’m tried to start conversations with you on various topics. Brought peace offerings. Took my studies seriously. So what do I have to say or do to get you to speak to me?”

While her tone wasn’t the nicest she needed him to lay it out for her because she was losing him, her best friend. Namjoon shook his head at her outburst, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know Wyn.” Silence hung between them as she waited for him to continue. “What do you talk about with someone who betrayed you in various ways? Look,” his eyes soften as he took inWynter’s demeanor. Her figure closing in on itself. “I want to forgive you, and I do, I’m just finding it hard to figure out where to start rebuilding our trust.”

Wynter gave a curt nod as she racked her brain. She knew he was right, because if the roles were reversed she would’ve kicked Namjoon out of her life in a heartbeat. The fact that she still was even working at his store was really just a testament to how kind and patient he was. She understood that it was going to take some time in order to build their relationship back up but she at least had a step. Slowly she slid the glass over to him.

“I think I may have a way.” Namjoon looked at the golden liquid skeptical as Wynter explained. “This is my special sweeting sweet tea-”

“Isn’t all sweet tea sweet?” Wynter rolled her eyes at his interruption.

“Yes. But this one is special because it has a sweeting charm on it.” Before he could protest she cut him off, “It’s nothing serious, just a charm to help you see situation a bit better. Open you mind up to paths that you wouldn’t have considered if you were upset. I promise it doesn’t make you feel or think things you wouldn’t normally.”

Namjoon picked up the glass, the ice clinking around as he inspected it. “My mama would always give it to me if I was having a bad day or was mad about something as a kid. Completely harmless. See?” She reached over and took a sip of the cool liquid. As it ran down her throat she felt the world become brighter. Colors more vivid and her deposition that this conversation was hopeless shift into one full of prospects and compromises. It took a moment of him observing her but he must have felt like it was okay because he finally took a drink himself.

“Wow,” Namjoon smacked his lips as he peered down into the glass. “This is really good.”

“Is there anything that you want to know that could help as move forward? I cherish you in my life and I want us to get back to some semblance of what we had before.” She didn’t want to pressure him but she figured if she was tired then so was he.

“Are you really okay with him having you soul and power?” Namjoon stared directly into her eyes. It wasn’t a question that she thought he would ask.

Shifting uncomfortable in the seat, Wynter looked at her hands in her lap unable to meet his gaze. “Of course not! It’s actually terrifying , but,” She paused trying to collect her thoughts and words so that Namjoon wouldn’t misunderstand. “I feel deep down that out of all of the options that could have happened this was the best outcome.” Namjoon’s eyes shoot up into his eyebrows at her words.

Before he could interrupt she continued, “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m just being honest. I’m still going to try everything I can to find a way out of this contract but to be frank Yoongi is a really good teacher.”

Scoffing, Namjoon shook his head, “I’ve been trying to teach and mentor you for over a year. Are you saying that I’m shit at it.”

Wynter could see the hurt that was in his eyes as he posed his question. “Absolutely not!” She leaned over placing his hands in hers. “You are a wonderful teacher it’s just that you both teach differently. I still learned the bulk of what I know from you. Yoongi just has a more abrasive why of getting his points across,” she mumbled the last bit, still annoyed at being woken up so damn early.

“Truly, I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust and didn’t come to you with this sooner.” Wynter whispered softly. “I trust you implicitly but I didn’t show you that, so let me prove it.” The both sat in silence as Namjoon eyes moved across her face, seeming to try and gauge if she was lying or not.

“Okay,” Namjoon nodded after coming to his decision and squeezed her hands, taking note of how small they were in his. “You really want to find a why out of this contract?”

“Fuck yes,” Wynter laughed, bringing a small smile to Namjoon’s face.

“Well, it looks like I better get to researching-” Wynter threw her arms around the man before he could finish his sentence. Pulling him into a tight hug. Namjoon was too stunned to react right away but quickly wrapped his arms around Wynter. It felt nice to have her in his arms but he let go as soon as she did. “Um, let me reup your necklace.” He held out his hand for her to drop the amulet into.

Quickly she unhooked it and gave it to him. It had becoming routine for them in the past few weeks. Namjoon wanted to make sure that the amulet was always at it’s strongest, especially with a curse as strong as it was chipping away at the protection. He made sure to re-enchant it every few days. Between Namjoon’s amulet, Jin’s medicine, and Yoongi’s hovering, Wynter felt as good as new. Well, maybe not as good as knew, but she could tell that she was regaining her spiritual energy back. She wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she was at least up to seventy-five, which was enough to start training training according to Yoongi.

Wynter didn’t agree but the demon was unwavering in his resolve. If she could push back actually having to use her power until never she would. The thought of unleashing it filled her with anxiety and fear. Yoongi wasn’t wrong because she could feel the power that she tried to suppress bubbling to the surface, an unfortunate byproduct of everyone trying to help her. It wasn’t even something she had been knowingly doing.

The rest of her shift felt less awkward now that they had talked and flew by. “Um, let me know if you need anything,” Namjoon returned her necklace. “I’ll try and see what I can find out about breaking high level demon contracts.”

“Thanks again, Joonie!” Wynter stated as she gathered her things to get ready to leave, missing the blush that colored the mans face. She needed to get home in order to call her momma. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called as she rushed out the storefront. She didn’t get to talk to her momma often due to time difference between them, so when she could find a way to she took it.

Thankfully, the walk home was quick and the apartment thankfully empty, Wynter didn’t know where Yoongi went off to when she wasn’t around but she honestly did not care cause it gave her some peace and quiet. Her phone rang as she was warming up some leftover that Yoongi had left in the fridge for her. “Momma!”

“Hey, baby,” the honey tone of her momma’s voice soothed Wynter. “Is now a good time?”

“Any times a good time when you call,” the both chuckled at Wynter’s cheesiness. “How’s business going?” Her momma had a small shop in their town where she would take on clients to do some spiritual work for. It wasn’t lucrative but it did pay the bills and allow them to live comfortably.

“Oh, it’s going. Rev. Brown asked me to help him in some candle rituals this last week. Apparently, the congregation has been going through it!” The talked for a bit about the hometown gossip and how family was doing. “Right, Marcus asked about you the other day.”

Wynter’s smiled faded at hearing that her former friend had inquired about her. It was hard keeping her distance but she needed to. Wynter knew she didn’t deserve his thoughts, after when she had done.

“Oh baby,” she hated hearing the pity in her momma’s voice. “You got to let it go. You can’t keep denying you abilities.” Wynter snorted in response because of course she would say that. Her family had always seen her power as a blessing, when what it truly was was a curse. “You have got to not let it control you.”

“That’s easier said then done. You don’t understand what it’s like having this ability.” Wynter’s family had been filled with powers focusing on healing or prophecy and protection. Not her power though. She had a power that could create as much as it could destroy. A matter based power that allowed her to pluck things out of and into existence but since matter can neither be created or destroyed, anything she created had to come from somewhere. Wynter found out the hard way the bigger the creation the bigger the destruction.

A walking black hole is how she would describe herself. Slowly dragging things into her orbit and pulling them apart atom by atom. That’s what she did to Marcus and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking he would be dead too. So, no, Wynter had no desire to try to learn to control her power or train with it, but with her contract with Yoongi she was going to have to figure it out.

“I know I don’t understand the impact using your gift has on you, but what I do understand is that you not being able to control it is more my fault than yours-”

“Momma,” Wynter sighed.

“No, Wynter. If I took the time to learn more about you gift and trained you properly than you would be in a better place. So that’s on me.” Wynter could hear her mommas determination bleeding though the phone. It was the same conversation that they had every time her power would be brought up. Both of them trying to out guilty the other, leading only into silence as they both never knew how to resolve the problem.

Though this time Wynter understood, albeit reluctantly, that the solution lay with the demon she had made a deal with. Yoongi knew what he was doing and Wynter trusted that he would be able to stop her if need be. It was an uncomfortable truth admitting that she was using him as a kind of safety net that she knew Namjoon wanted to be for her. In order to be truly open to using her power she needed someone she knew would be willing to take her out if it became out of control.

Wynter hated that the only way she could see using her power was by knowing the death was the only way to stop her, but until proven otherwise that’s what she would go with. They spoke for a bit more after that, the conversation stilted but they would rather go through a million awkward pauses then hangup that phone. She conveniently didn’t mention how she made a deal with a demon to her momma, figuring she had had enough lecturing to last her a life time. Wynter knew it was only a matter of time until one of her ancestors dimed her out so she would just wait until she couldn’t any more.

“Well, I gotta go make this food for your father before he starts tearing up my house. He already done came in her twice with those big ol eyes of his,” her momma chuckled.

“Okay. Tell him I said hi and that I love him.”

“I will. Love you baby.”

“Love you to momma.”

The smoke in the bar was causing Yoongi’s nose to itch, ut he tampered down the urge to scratch it. He hated having to meet in places like this but this bar was the only one he was sure he had full control over. Solar had been a formidable ally to this rebellion and had graciously allowed him and the others to meet up to strategize there.

Moonbyul gave him a head nod, which he returned, as he walked by and down the hidden stairway that was tucked behind the bar. He heard his men before he saw them. “All I’m saying, Jimin, is that if it was me Shindong wouldn’t have been able to get away. You go to soft on them.”

“I’m sorry, but unlike you I was a little preoccupied with making sure I didn’t fucking die.” Yoongi made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the to two young ones still arguing while, Hobi watched amused and drunk his beer.

“Hyung tell him my job is hard too,” Jungkook turned to Yoongi with a slight pout on his lips and doe eyes imploring him to take his side. Jimin on the other hand looked ready to throw his chair at the youngest face.

“Both jobs are hard,” Yoongi mumbled out. “But unlike Jimin you’re not actively fighting.” Jungkook let out a gasp of betrayal while Jimin just looked smug. They continued bickering with Hobi’s encouragement in the form of snide remarks. Yoongi sipped his whisky as he took it in, not realizing that he missed this. The feeling of being around people who would do anything for you and vice versa.

All three men had followed him into the underworld without a second thought, committing themselves to a life in literal hell. Jimin was the best assassin that Yoongi had and Jungkook was right behind them. Their competition to be better than each other made them the best in the kingdom. Though at the end of the day they would do anything to protect one another. Yoongi couldn’t believe that in his long life that he had found folks willing to follow hims blindly into hell. Stupid if anyone asked him.

Taking a final sip of the amber liquid Yoongi cleared his throat, the table quieting down. Glancing over at Jimin he asked, “Updates?”

“I was able to gather some territories in the west but then Shindong started in with those fucking earthquakes. Everytime I would think I got far enough away I’d be hit with one.” Jimin ran his hands through his auburn hair. Yoongi grimace at the thought of the demons earth magic. It was handy in a way that he could just open up the earth and swallow you whole. He was happy that Jimin hadn’t fallen into one of the fissures Shindong opened up.

“I was able to gather about another legion or two before I had to fight him head on. Unfortunately, he got away by creating a rift.” At this Jungkook snickered. “When you’re staring into a bottomless chasm see if you don’t save yourself!”

“What about you, Jungkook?” Yoongi watched as the young assassin turned to look at him.

“I was able to injury Yesung and take a grab about half a legion from his territory,” he stated proudly. Fortunately for them demons are fickle with their loyalty. So if they are unhappy with the currently reign then they are easily swayed to whoever’s side will overthrow. Yoongi was just happy he had made a large enough name for himself to cause demons to follow him without pause.

He had always been good at domestic and foreign affairs, making it easy for him to create allies. Unlike Jungsoo who made enemies everywhere he went.

“Okay. Hoseok?”

The red haired demon looked over the brim of his beer and made eye contact with Yoongi. “I was able to take out Heechul and Eunhyuk. I know they were on your ass for a bit, but they like the rest of the ELF faction think that they’re infallible, which they found out that they are not.” The smile that he had on his face could be describe as sinister and Yoongi had never been more happy that he would never have to face his best friend in battle.

“I was also able to get some information out of them about some of Jungsoos plan,” Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he thought. “It’s not a lot to go on but it seems as though he’s power collecting. My opinion,” he stated frowning, “It seems as though he feels his power slipping and it’s trying to tighten the reins by outranking and outpowering any opposition.” Yoongi hummed in thought and agreement, tapping his finger on the table as he thought. It sounded like something Jungsoo would do. It’s what ever fading leader or dynasty did to protect itself; lash out, becoming overly aggressive, and in this cause make mistakes. Power hoarding wasn’t unheard of but it’s something only bottomfeeder demons did, not something someone in Jungsoo’s position would do because it made them look weak, and that was something Yoongi could use to his advantage.

Smirking Yoongi’s tapping stopped. “We need to keep gathering factions and allies, but don’t engage any of ELF. I want them scrambling trying to regain the ones they lost. Jimin start a few rumors regarding them stealing powers, make sure they stick. Jungkook keep doing what you’re doing focus on the SHAWOLS faction, we need them on our side to turn the rest. Hobi,” Yoongi paused to run his hands through his hair, “figure out where these powers are coming from. We need to find a way to cut off the supply.”

The men at the table all nodded in agreement. The stayed for a bit longer, catching up and drink a few more rounds, not really knowing the next time they would see each other. They all knew that war was brutal and that tomorrow was never promised so they always made the most of their time together. It was a fucked up family, but it was their fucked up family. Yoongi, as always, was the first to leave, having reached his interaction threshold.

“Where are you off to, hyung?” Jungkook inquired, the alcohol making his face flushed. Yoongi knew that he would have to tell them about Wynter at some point but for know he wanted to just keep her to himself.

“Took a new contract-” the sound of disbelief and confusion went between Jungkook and Jimin. “Yah! I take them every now and then.”

“Taking on a contract in the middle of a war is an interesting choice,” Yoongi leveled Hobi with a glare. He was fully aware that dividing his time was a risky move but he also knew that having someone with a power like Wynter’s on their side would be useful. If he could get her to use the fucking thing.

“It was an interesting case,” he quirked an eyebrow challenging any of them to press him further. Hobi raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. Yoongi owed them an explanation, just not today. “See you all later.” He apparated once he made it out of the bar.

The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of the tv playing quietly. He was silent in his steps as he walked over to where Wynter was curled up on the couch. A half drunk glass of wine on the coffee table and a book laid haphazardly over her face. He still couldn’t understand how she could read with the tv on and still comprehend what she was reading.

A sigh slipped past his lips and he lifted her into his arms, taking her over to the bed. She made a small whimper as she got comfortable again, falling into a deeper sleep. Yoongi cleaned up her mess before crawling into the otherside of the bed. It had become routine that Yoongi would stay in bed with her as she was still waking up in the middle of the night having night terrors. He got little to no sleep this way. The warmth from her body a constant reminder of her presence next to him. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was torturing himself that this, but he knew that if it made her feel safer he would do it.

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illbringthechaosmagic · 3 years ago

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Ding-ding, the sound of the doorbell and on the doorstep? A one ex-assassin, who had been missing without a trace for weeks, thin and scruffy looking, positively dehydrated.

Wanda heard the sound of the door and ran to open it, not bothering to check through her peephole to see who it was. Seeing Wynter standing in front of her, her face fell when she noticed how thin and scruffy he looked. “Wyn, what happened to you?” She asked softly, moving out of her door to wrap her arms around him gently. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s gonna be ok I promise.”

#winterexinferna #ch: wynter

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mxrvelouscreations · 3 years ago

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After all those weeks of being gone, no trace left, Wynter finally made it back, knocking on Steve's door and hoping the other would let him in...

Steve was stunned to see Wynter when he opened the door. He had spent weeks chasing after him, worried sick that something awful had happened to him, that HYDRA had gotten to him. Without a second thought, he pulled him in for a tight hug, trying not to cry when he held him. “I thought that i had lost you,” he whispered, “I thought I’d never see you again Wyn. What happened to you?”

#winterexinferna #ch: wynter

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livesbeneath · 6 years ago

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open heart mc looking through the blinds in the secret hospital wing

#naveen banerji #open heart #ethan ramsey #playchoices #choices open heart #this was so much funnier in my head #redfield.txt #ch: mc (wynter crooks)#book: open heart

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illbringthechaosmagic · 2 years ago

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Wanda giggled as he ran towards her, noticing the amount of cookies in his hand when he got closer. “Really? Do you think it works if I say your name more than once? Or does it have to be different people?” She asked, before a smile came to her face. “Let’s see. Wynter Wynter Wynter!!!”

“Wynter!!!!!!”

(For the cookie snob :D )

"Wanda!!" He exclaimed happily and ran towards her, and by the time he reached her, he had his hands full of cookies.

"Look! They appear when you say my name!"

@illbringthechaosmagic

#winterexinferna #ch: wynter

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cass1x1 · 2 years ago

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💋 (wyn/julian)

send “💋” for four times my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they actually did.

one

It should have come as no surprise to Wynter when she found her eyes flicking to Julian's lips. She had, after all, been slowly building to this. Noticing how tall he was. Observing his face, its symmetry. Lingering on him when he wasn't looking at her. Wynter may be bad at talking about her feelings, but she knew a crush when she was starting to feel one.

It wasn't a terribly inopportune time to be staring at his lips. Julian was so focused on his textbook--he must be the only person Wynter knew who actually read the assigned textbook reading instead of skimming it--that she could've stripped naked and begun doing backflips on the table, and he only would've noticed if it actually moved the table itself. He was very intent.

Unfortunately for Wyn, his intensity made him rather attractive. She didn't like thinking of him this way, but there was no way she could not. Not when he had his lips pursed just so, and she knew that if she leaned in--

Wyn closed her book a little more harshly than perhaps she should've, and to her surprise, Julian's eyes flicked up and met hers. She looked away immediately, mumbled something about being bored, and left.

two

It was a little cramped in the kitchen. Wyn still hadn't acclimated to a cooking experience that involved more than just herself. Her mom was so rarely home during dinner prep, and though she enjoyed and resented Julian's help in equal measure, she had to admit part of the problem was simply that she was not used to anyone else.

So when she crashed into him as often as she did, she knew it was at least that it was partially her fault. Partially his, but partially hers. This time, she saw it coming, so she could stop up short, rather than literally collide with him.

"Whoa," they both said at the same time, which was its own sort of embarrassing. And for a moment, they froze like that. Julian, she suspected, because he was embarrassed, and sometimes it seemed to her like he was ashamed of his feelings.

Wyn froze because he was so close. It wasn't just that she knew she could reach out and touch him. She could smell him, feel the warmth from his body. Hear him breathing. She looked up at him, and it was like for a second she could see a parallel timeline. One in which they were so slightly different from how they were, and she could just push herself onto her toes, and he would bend his head down to meet her, and their lips would brush casually as they passed each other in the kitchen.

Julian stepped back first, and his movement shocked Wyn into mirroring it. "Sorry," he muttered. She nodded, and slid passed him trying to shake off the feeling that that image had given her.

three

Adrenaline had this way of sharpening Julian's features, or perhaps Wynter's awareness of them. She resented him so much in that moment. His stupid dark eyes and the way that they lit up when he was animated. His broad shoulders, and the way they moved up and down when his breathing was faster. The way she noticed his eyes and his breathing when she was mad at him in the first place.

He'd called her irrational, which she didn't like either, but she had to admit, the urge she had to just corner him and kiss him until either she had her wits back, or he lost his. It was as aggravating as it was tempting to think about. She wasn't going to do it--of course--but she didn't thing there was anything wrong with wanting to.

"You're infuriating," he groaned, turning away from her, offering some relief from the workings of her imagination.

"I could say the same to you." She put her hands on her head, as if she could give herself enough pressure to squeeze the feelings out of her.

four

It was the kind of late that made Wynter feel liminal. As though nothing was real and nothing counted. It left her with only a warm comfort, knowing that nothing she did at this hour really meant anything. Like being on vacation in another city, or borrowing books from the library. She could enjoy the feeling and know it didn't affect the "real" her, the person she was when it was a normal hour.

Julian sighed and pressed his lips together. He was tired too; she could tell. She'd been watching him closer for the last few weeks, marking little details about him, trying to notice some secret something about him that she couldn't name. "You ok?" she asked, because she didn't see whatever she'd expected to find.

He stared at her for a moment, like maybe he was searching for the same thing she was, and Wyn's heart jumped. After a moment, he looked away, so she did too. "Yeah," he said, so softly she almost didn't hear it. "Yeah, it's nothing."

Wynter almost asked. When they talked like this, it was almost like Julian could be a normal person, a person who could actually have a conversation. But she knew if she did, he might ask her what had been on her mind, and she couldn't answer that. What had been on her mind, the moment he was staring at her, was that she could kiss him. She wanted to kiss him. God help her, she liked him, awake and sleepy, and even if nothing felt like it counted at this hour, she didn't feel like she could do something so big until she had an answer to the question her brain hadn't fully formed. So instead she dropped it, all of it. "Okay," she whispered, leaning against his shoulder.

plus one

When she woke, it wasn't yet truly morning. Wynter could tell the sun would rise soon, from the light just beginning to peek through the window, but it wasn't quite light yet. The only reasonable thing for her to do would be to go back to sleep, and she felt soft enough that it wouldn't even be hard.

Julian had, in his own sleep, pulled her arms tight around his waist. Or perhaps she had wrapped herself tight around him. It felt nice, his cool skin against her warmth. She hoped it felt nice for him too. His shirt was soft against her cheek, the way cotton gets when it's well loved. She took a deep breath in through her nose, and the soap and detergent he used settled into her memory. A wave of affection followed it, and though she did intend to go back to sleep, she felt it coil in her belly, like she wouldn't be able to settle until she did something with it.

Easy enough. Wynter pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades, comfortable there for a moment, before she tilted her head up. She pressed the barest kiss to his back, through his shirt, and cuddled herself closer to him. Hopefully, at least, he felt a little warmer with her there.

#answered #kimsgoeun #otp: wynter x julian #answered memes #ch: wynter #o: julian #these always get so long!!!

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inabcck · 1 year ago

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@luckhissoul sent: “ what the hell is wrong with you? ”

Wynter laughed that almost childish laugh of hers that wasn't fully connected to what she was doing and felt disjointed in places. The easier question would have been to ask what wasn't wrong with her. She had been through so much between losing her mind, her mother, her lover, and her right hand woman, but at least she had her brother back and Mat. Well unless he couldn't handle how the glass of her mind seemed to shatter and splinter. He would get used to that though if he stayed around long enough though he was always free to go if he truly wanted to.

"You'll have to be more specific, pet." The princess mused with that wild smile of hers. "There is plenty wrong with me that I have a list. It might be easier to say what isn't wrong with me." She twirled a bit of her white hair about her finger as those startling ice blue eyes settled on him. Her head tilted looking over him slowly as if he was something that she could eat more so than a person she had shown some affection for. "What do you think is wrong with me?"

#luckhissoul #;letters received #ch; Wynter Ollivier #;next in queue #Wynter just: What isn't wrong with me is the better question.

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ofgallifrey · 7 years ago

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@clubtypeforty

Wynter had came prepared with an excuse to talk to Leela- something about the new security arrangements for the Capitol, but Gale had scarpered her well-laid plan by charging up to her target.

Picking up a squirming puppy that seemed determined to either lick or chew Leela’s shoes was enough to make Wynter flustered. “Er, sorry, she’s excitable. I just wanted to know what humans mean by the word girlfriend exactly?”

You can’t lead with that. “I meant— I mean— How is the Madam President? Not that I’m implying... I’m sure you’re just friends!”

#clubtypeforty #(ch. call me soggyboggy like everyone else)#(v. femverse)#smooth wynter #(i'm assuming this is AH #the only dating system we need #and whatever hoopy/iris said has left her Confused)

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inabcck · 1 year ago

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Something about the fact that she unsettles him so much is why she likes pushing his boundaries like this. She wouldn't push him to do anything that he doesn't want to do with her of course because even if she was raised a certain way she wants to see the outside world. She wants to get him to take her away from here so that she can go on a proper adventure. Though for that she knows that he needs to become more comfortable with her and he clearly wasn't getting that way just yet. With his grip loosened and his hand sliding up her arm she does touch his aura again fascinated by how it shifts and blends with how she moves her hand around it.

Wynter isn't sure what she expected by him standing and leaning in towards her, but it wasn't his question. She eyed him quietly for a moment her head tilting as she studies him and she leans in a little closer seeing how his aura tried to hide him as she did. "That is correct." She smiles a little at him trying to look sweet as he pushed it further. "I would assume that I do since everyone with magic that I have seen does, but I cannot see my own." She pulls back and shrugs her shoulders. "But yours... Yours is unlike any I've ever seen and I quite like that it makes you unique." And being unique around there meant you were more likely to be kept alive.

he feels a chill down his spine as she talks to him. the movement of her fingers vibrates in her wrist against the press of his fingers. he takes down a hard swallow, his eyes looking over her face. he doesn't know what to say. his mouth goes dry. there's something fascinating about the look of her and yet - it's not malicious but something worse. because whatever is wrong with her seems less deliberate. and he's not sure how to respond to her, to that. his hand loosens on her wrist, sliding briefly down her forearm. his skin is soft, he notes. she's a princess after all. she would be all silken perfumed skin. even if there was something terribly uncomfortable about her.

he lets out a laugh. but it sounds strained. without any sort of humor. light, but he would do anything to get out of here. but here he stands. leaning towards her when he knows he shouldn't be. his eyes move between her's before he gives a small shake of his head. "so everyone here has one and yet it's nothing like mine?" he asks, a lift of his brow as if he's trying to make this whole situation lighter. but it doesn't seem to work. not in the slightest. "what about you? do you have one?"

#luckhissoul #ch; wynter ollivier #;next in queue

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thisweekingundamwing · 7 years ago

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This Week in Gundam Wing 9-15 September 2018

Here’s this weeks roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@anaranesindanarie

Tequila (Ch. 2-4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/15935852/chapters/37172288

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Long Meilan/Hilde Schbeiker, Catherine Bloom/Abdul Kurama

Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Heero Yuy, Hilde Schbeiker, Long Meilan, Chang Wufei, Catherine Bloom, Abdul Kurama, Rashid Kurama, Sister Helen, Solo, Maxwell Shinpu | Father Maxwell

Past Relationships, bad breakups, Tequila, Weddings, Car problems, love you so much I hate you

It's been four years since Trowa and Duo broke up, and now Trowa is back in town.

@gundamwing-ellesmith

Standstill (Ch. 5) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11998518/chapters/36310674

Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft

Heero isn't really the type of guy a girl would take home to her mother, but when they're invited them to spend Labor Day Weekend at her mother's Hampton's beach house, Relena must find a way to make it work.

WIP Wednesday http://gundamwing-ellesmith.tumblr.com/post/178014378140/wip-wedensday

Elle’s Take On FT Part 3

@lifeaftermeteor

Snippet Saturday https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/178125331705/meddah-coffeehouse-l4-v05001-28-february-210-so

Quatre and Dorothy chat on L4

@sailoriceprincess

The Smuggled Kitten https://archiveofourown.org/works/15994685

Wing Zero (Gundam Wing)/Original Male Character, Heero Yuy & Original Female Character

Heero Yuy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Wing, Heavyarms, Original Gundam character

Alternate Universe - College/University, College AU, Wing zero, Heavyarms, human gundams, Human Wing/Wing Zero, Human Heavyarms, Human OC Gundam, Human Wing/Wing Zero is Wren, Human Heavyarms is Hadrian, OC Gundam is named Winter and human form is also named Wynter, This is for a college au I'm writing, i regret everything and nothing, Wing/Wren is Heero's cousin, Wren and Hadrian are RAs, Heero smuggled in a live being, Rated T for a swear word and Wren being in only a towel

Wren found a kitten in his underwear drawer after a shower. Heero confesses to bringing it in. Things go from there.

Shenlong1

Bound, Bonded and Betrayed (Ch. 74) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9726683/74/Bound-Bonded-and-Betrayed

Heero Y., Duo M.

Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.

Fanart:

@artfulsungodjustified

https://artfulsungodjustified.tumblr.com/post/149014433933/im-probably-the-biggest-nerd-in-the-world-for

WuFei Chang, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Heero Yuy, Relena Darlian/Peacecraft (Potterverse AU)

@chemicalcrush

https://chemicalcrush.tumblr.com/post/178032920175/body-is-done-just-pissed-that-the-left-knee-is

Wing Zero (model)

@seitou

http://seitou.tumblr.com/post/177781012825/so-i-may-or-may-not-have-a-thing-for-putting

Trowa Barton, nsfw

(I didn’t see this till this week... >_>)

Head Canons:

@ransomedbard

https://ransomedbard.tumblr.com/post/178101368163/while-we-dont-know-if-duo-had-planned-to-come-to

Some thoughts on Duo assuming Heero is an ally in GotL manga.

Chats/Dialogues/Discussions:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/177913252542/cynfinnegan-simulacraryn

But how about subterfuge and illegal transit headcanons guys!

@scarletnahla, @claraxbarton, @gundamwing-ellesmith, @noelleian, @simulacraryn, @cynfinnegan, @noirangetrois

Quotes:

@ransomedbard

https://ransomedbard.tumblr.com/post/177946628798/subscene-mobile-suit-gundam-wing-japanese

Gundam Wing Japanese Subtitles

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, between 3 & 5 pm EST.

Here’s the prompt for Friday September 21st! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/178109181264/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday

@gwoc-october

Idea Generator 2 https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/177537944075/idea-generator-2

Come throw out ideas for this OC October!

Tentative Calendar https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/178002311735/tentative-calendar-please-if-there-are-more

Please let us know if things should be added or moved around!

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/177748352595/spooky-gw-shenanigans

Spooky Shenanigans at @gw-horror

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/178135664849/impromptu-meet-up

Impromptu meet-up in Honolulu, HI sometime this week.

Folks should message direct and we'll figure out a date/time

@simulacraryn

Heero Yuy Month https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/177808907580/iso-more-heero-yuy-fanpeople

The Month of January (obviously, as it’s 01 *winks*)

Stay tuned for more news!

@terrablaze514

Diamonds in Stars Challenge https://terrablaze514.tumblr.com/post/173450296307/calling-all-gundam-wing-fans

I'm reopening this fun challenge for the Fanbase! OT5 (platonic, friendship, romantic, etc.).

Oneshot fics and poems welcome.

Have fun!

*Ends September 23rd*

#Gundam Wing #9-15 September 2018 #This Week in Gundam Wing #thisweekingundamwing #weekly roundup

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onemeangreenbean · 1 year ago

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Anything Ch 1

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, honestly my brain has stopped but promise each chapter with have individual warnings!

WORDCOUNT: 2,826 words

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Anything Masterlist | Masterlist

Wynter knew that she shouldn’t do it, but as she laid there in her tiny apartment she saw no other option. The poison from that bitch, Jiyeon, was fast acting and no one was coming to save her. Her own family on the other side of the world, why did she have to be so fucking stubborn. Something had felt off the whole day, from the time she woke up, through her shift at the bookstore. It was so off that she called her mommy and asked her what to do. “Baby, you know what to do,” her mommy sighed. “Do an egg cleansing when you get home and tell me what it says.”

Wynter never made it that far cause as soon as she walked in the door, her body all but collapsed on the floor. It was late at night and her apartment was pitch black, not even the moon shone through the heavy storm clouds. Water dripped off her curly hair and onto the floor as she tried to get her body to move.

She tried to breathe through the liquid fire running through her veins, making its way towards her brain. Gathering enough strength she started clawing her way across the floor, Wynter, reached up on her altar and grabbed the athame. “Fuck,” Wynter mummered more to herself than anyone. Tightening her trembling hold on the dagger she dug the blade into her wrist. It stung but it hurt considerably less then what was going on in the rest of her body.

How she had gotten herself into this predicament was beyond her, but she knew that if she got out of it she was going to make Jiyeon’s life a living hell. She hadn’t been in South Korea long and thought she had made a friend, which for Wynter was an accomplishment. Apparently, she had not made a friend. All she could picture was Jiyeon’s smiling face as she spoke to Wynter earlier that day about a spell she was excited about.

Rain pittered against the window as the monsoon progressively got worse outside. Wynter’s summoning circle was rudimentary, but with the way her body was beginning to give out it was the best she was going to get. As she chanted the invocation all she could do was hope that whatever demon came through was one of the good ones, or at the very least neutral. The air began to feel heavier as Wynter continued her chanting, stumbling over the Korean words as she tried to remain conscious. Rolling over onto her back she made sure to keep one hand in the circle, in order to maintain the connection.

The poison had made its way up to her chest constricting it to the point where all Wynter could do was gasp out the words. Her throat constricting; closing in on itself, her head pounding. She could feel the blood being pushed out of her orifices. Tears of red running down her face, as the taste of iron coated her mouth. It isn’t going to work. The heaviness in the air remained and wind began circling her, but no one appeared. If they were going to come they would’ve been here already. Wynter’s vision began to flicker in and out, blackness closing in around her.

“What do you want?” a deep voice growled above her. Her flickering gaze met a figure peering down at her.

“Please. Save. Me.” Wynter gasped out each word.

Yoongi crouched down in front of her. His black eyes drinking in her form on the brink of death. Very rarely was he called upon; never was it to save someone; never was it by a foreigner. Her brown skin was ashen and her eyes unfocused as her cloths clung to her sweat covered body. “What’s in it for me if I do save you?” He moved a curl out of her face so he could see her better.

Wynter’s brain tried in vain to form a coherent sentence, but all she could manage to squeak out was, “Anything.” Though the man was merely a pale blob in front of her now she tried to convey what she meant through her eyes. That she would give this demon anything, within reason, he wanted if he would just save her.

Normally, Yoongi, would leave her to die and go back home, though home was a loose interpretation, but as he threw a quick glance around her tiny home he could tell that she was powerful– it had took him longer than he liked to break through her protection wards and he was invited– and with the shit he got himself into he could use her later on. So with that in mind smirking down at her passed out form, Yoongi decided to save this strange witch.

Wynter’s body ached as she tried to get more comfortable in the softness of her bed. Her limbs felt as though someone had tried to rip them off of her body. A strange dream played in her head of her dying, and a demon saving her. She would have to ask her Nana about it when she got a chance. A demon! It would be a cold day in hell before her black ass called on a demon for help. “You’re awfully ungrateful for someone who was basically dead less than 5 hours ago,” a calm voice said from beside her.

Her eyes flew open and landed on the face of a man directly in front of her. An attractive man, but a strange man nonetheless. Dressed in all black his cat like eyes watched her with an expressionless face; black hair falling perfectly just under his brows. He looked like he could use a day out in the sun but that was the least of Wynter’s problems at the moment.

The man was sitting beside her bed like he had been watching her sleep. She tried not to let her mind linger on the fact that she was in her sleep shorts and a t-shirt, when she had been in her work cloths when she got home, which only meant one thing…Wynter’s stomach rolled and she rushed out of bed and into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. As she emptied her stomach contents out she tried to understand what was happening. Once she was done she looked down at the black liquid that filled the toilet, a death curse, and a nasty one at that. What the fuck. She rinsed her mouth out and splashed cold water on her face and neck trying to calm down. No no no no, she would never summon a demon. Not only was it forbidden to use dark magic, but also her mommy was going to kill her.

“Sorry to break the news to you but you did, in fact, summon a demon.” The deep voice had the nerve to sound amused that Wynter was going through a moral crisis. A crisis that was shaking the very foundation of her practice! She stared at her reflection trying to come up with a game plan. It seemed as though her bronze skin had regained some of its color, but her hair was a mess. She tugged and manipulated her curls until they sat in a puff on top of her head. Wynter couldn’t have summoned a demon, for all intents and purposes a demon shouldn’t have even been able to get past her protection wards, unless…..FUCK! She did summon it but she literally had nothing to offer the thing.

Yoongi was waiting as patiently as he could on the other side of the bathroom door, trying his best to keep up with the flurry of unfamiliar words racing through her head. He was beginning to get highly annoyed– not only at himself for not being able to understand her thoughts, but also at her for making him wait– when the door ripped open and she was standing in front of him. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “What did I offer you?” Her large brown eyes looked up at him as she tried to read his expression, which much to her dismay was cold and distant.

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

They stared at each other silently as Wynter tried to process what he had just said, why would she offer something so stupid. “Would you like some coffee?” The question shocked Yoongi as much as it did Wynter, but she needed caffeine if she was going to figure out this pile of shit she, no correction, Jiyeon, had gotten her into.

Wynter walked off before Yoongi could answer, leaving him to question if he had heard her correctly or not. When he saw her preparing the coffee and taking down two mugs from the cabinet, he made his way over to the counter. For the most part she prepared the coffee in silence before handing him a mug with some cartoon character on it. Yoongi stared down into the steaming coffee, trying to remember the last time he had an actual drink. He studied her profile as she looked out the kitchen window and at the city while she sipped her coffee. The dull pink hues of the sunrise painted her skin a pretty shade of brown, a shade that Yoongi was having a hard time pinning down. Her hair up in a bun with her dark curls spilling out every which way; her full lips perched on the rim of the mug in contemplation.

Wynter turned towards the demon in her studio apartment and took in a deep breath as she tried to steady her thoughts. She wasn’t expecting to be met with his feline-like eyes intensely staring at her. His black hair falling into his face as he cocked his head to the side, unabashedly, studying her. Wynter’s gaze flickered slightly over to the vertical scar going across his eye. His black t-shirt and pants contrasting nicely on his pale skin. Wynter cleared her throat and looked away as she tried to remember what she was going to say. “Since I was stupid enough to offer you anything, what do you want?”

It was the question that had been swirling around in her head since he had first told Wynter what she offered him. He could probably ask for the most ridiculous thing and Wynter would be beholden to give it to him. Yoongi took a sip of his coffee as he pondered his answer. He hummed in appreciation at the taste. He needed her for the power she could give him and while he could very easily ask for that, it was a power he had absolutely no knowledge of and therefore was useless in his hands. So, he asked for the only thing he could, “Your soul.”

The tension in a tiny kitchen weighed heavy on Wynter as she tried to process what he had just asked. Her soul? A laugh escaped from her lips before she could stop it. To be quite honest she didn’t even know why she was laughing beside it being some sort of fucked up trauma response. Yoongi just stared at her, his eyes widened slightly in disbelief. “I’m sorry. Did I say something funny?”

Wynter’s laugh died down to a chuckle as she tried to hold it in seeing Yoongi’s face start to contort at her sheer audacity. “I’m sorry for laughing. I just don’t know how to respond to that. I mean a demon asking for my soul, while wildly disconcerting, is also very cliche don’t you think?” The fact that this was even happening at all was one for the books to Wynter, but at this point all she could do was accept it and go with the flow. She had no doubt that she could probably find a loophole somewhere but now wasn’t the time for it.

“Cliche? You think my request for payment for saving your little life is cliche?” Yoongi slammed the mug down on the counter causing a small crack to appear. At that she stopped laughing, a sound that Yoongi instantly missed but pushed to the back of his mind. “The only reason I asked for you pitiful soul is because it’s more beneficial to enslave you for all entirety instead of snuffing out your pathetic life for your power.” Yoongi stalked towards her until her back hit the counter. Her eyes wide as she stared back up at him, the smallest flicker of fear dancing in them.

“When would you like payment?” Her voice wobbled a bit as she tried to check her own fear. Wynter honestly didn’t mean to laugh but with the absurdity of the whole situation it was her body's only response. Here she was after being cursed in the middle of her small studio apartment kitchen with a demon telling her he wanted her soul. Absurd!

“5 years.” Yoongi’s voice had leveled back out to a tone of calm indifference. His face as apathetic as before.

“That’s an oddly specific time to wait,” Wynter scoffed, crossing her arms. “Why not just collect now?”

“Would you rather me collect it now?”

“No. I’d rather you collect it never, but I’m just wondering why the time frame?” Wynter knew that demons only took long term contracts when something big was in it for them, and they never turned down an easy payday, such as a one time request.

Yoongi closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Her questions were as aggravating as her small attitude, but he could see that she wasn’t going to move on from the topic. “Who the fuck complains that they’re given more time to keep their soul?”

“I’m not–”

“You are. Quite honestly you have a spiritual gift I have never seen before and I want it, but it’s not fully developed yet. I need time to cultivate it; to bring it, and in turn you, up to its full potential.” Yoongi waited for a response but she kind of just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her pretty face.

“So,” she took a deep breath and quirked an eyebrow. “You want to mentor me for 5 years and then basically make me work for you for all eternity?” Wynter spoke slowly in order to make sure she was getting all the facts of the situation correct. How did he even know what her gift was, let alone that she was trying to perfect it? On top of that, what the hell could he even want it for?

“Basically. Now are we done playing 20 questions?” He scratched the side of his face as he averted his gaze. Yoongi didn’t realize how close he had gotten to her, barely a finger width apart. She looked up at him with an unreadable look in her doe eyes, her breathing deep and slow like she was trying to calm down.

Which for the most part Wynter was cause she could feel the demonic energy rolling off of him in waves and she was having problems deflecting it since he was so close. Normally, she would just tell him to back up, but he had pushed her into the corner of her L-shape counter and he frankly terrified her. He wasn’t even looking at her and he terrified her. He had such a calmness about him that it was eerie, like he was actively maintaining control over himself at all times, and her Granny always told her to be wary of those types of folks. Wynter opted to clear her throat to continue, “So, I’ll see you in 5 years then?”

Yoongi whipped his head back to lock eyes with her once again. Smirking, he placed his hand on either side of her body on the counter and leaned in. His face merely inches from hers, “Gongjunim, do you think I’m really going to leave you alone after someone just tried to kill you. You’re stuck with me for the next 5 years so I can protect my investment.” Her pulse point beating erratically on her neck was Yoongi’s only indication that she was nervous.

“O-okay. Um, last question then.” Wynter’s mind raced as she tried to gather her wits about her. Her mind had made the executive decision to stop working when he called her gongjunim and leaned in. She didn’t know what gongjunim meant but whatever it sounded like it meant made her heart flutter and quite honestly, fuck that. So she wetted her dry lips, sucked in a shaky breath and let out a stable one, not missing the way that his dark gaze drifted to her lips before coming back up. “Since you are staying, do you mind telling me your name? It seems stupid to have to refer to you a “the demon” or “you” for 5 years.”

Yoongi chuckled and pulled away from her, finally giving her some breathing room. “Yoongi. Yours?”

“Wynter.”

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