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""I told you to stay away from them."
"…They needed to learn a lesson."
Dib pauses, then presses the BandAid down hard, eliciting a hiss from the Irken. As Zim swipes at him angrily, he sits back and looks at him. He can hardly feel the bruises anymore. Only when he bends a certain way. They have faded to a pale yellow color now.
Zim sees his searching look and chokes. His cheeks color up, a deep violet tinge on green. “What - don’t think I did it for you! I intend to rule the school, and if they think that they can get away with injuring one of my playthings, I will destroy them.”
There is warmth in Dib’s chest. It stings at first, because he does not think he wants it. But it gradually spreads to his mouth, and he murmurs softly with that sweet warmth, “Couldn’t you have had your cronies do it?”
Zim blinks. His blush fades. Apparently he is not embarrassed to answer this, though the question cannot be mistaken for anything other than teasing. “This is a trivial matter. Why would I pull my people in from the streets to deal with petty children? And besides, I wanted those filthy worms to know just what kind of damage I can do.”
"They made you bleed."
"Despite what everyone thinks, I am not a god." Zim does not hear Dib snort at the deadpan. "It is a small price to pay." He pauses, then starts to pull on his boots. "Remember, this wasn’t for you. You merely gave me an opportunity to emphasize that I will tolerate very little from them."
"Of course," Dib says, watching the lithe figure stand. "Where’re you going?"
Zim gives him an incredulous look. “My lab. I have a chem report to finish.”
Dib shrugs and lets him go. The warmth fades with Zim’s departure. He scratches at his chest and frowns. It must have just been his imagination.
Post-series high skool (not necessarily an AU) where Zim has struck up a temporary truce with Dib so they can survive math tests, gym class, and social awkwardness. Zim may or may not have picked up a few underground connections over the years trolling the underground for experiments and organs and…stuff.
Dib is the only one who has been bullied lately though. Boo."

None of them belong to us.

Description
THIS BE NOT THE ORIGINAL! THIS BE A *CLUB* ENTRY... PLEASE FAVE THE ORIGINAL!!!

Original: silentscribearchives.deviantar…

Done by

""I told you to stay away from them."
"…They needed to learn a lesson."
Dib pauses, then presses the BandAid down hard, eliciting a hiss from the Irken. As Zim swipes at him angrily, he sits back and looks at him. He can hardly feel the bruises anymore. Only when he bends a certain way. They have faded to a pale yellow color now.
Zim sees his searching look and chokes. His cheeks color up, a deep violet tinge on green. “What - don’t think I did it for you! I intend to rule the school, and if they think that they can get away with injuring one of my playthings, I will destroy them.”
There is warmth in Dib’s chest. It stings at first, because he does not think he wants it. But it gradually spreads to his mouth, and he murmurs softly with that sweet warmth, “Couldn’t you have had your cronies do it?”
Zim blinks. His blush fades. Apparently he is not embarrassed to answer this, though the question cannot be mistaken for anything other than teasing. “This is a trivial matter. Why would I pull my people in from the streets to deal with petty children? And besides, I wanted those filthy worms to know just what kind of damage I can do.”
"They made you bleed."
"Despite what everyone thinks, I am not a god." Zim does not hear Dib snort at the deadpan. "It is a small price to pay." He pauses, then starts to pull on his boots. "Remember, this wasn’t for you. You merely gave me an opportunity to emphasize that I will tolerate very little from them."
"Of course," Dib says, watching the lithe figure stand. "Where’re you going?"
Zim gives him an incredulous look. “My lab. I have a chem report to finish.”
Dib shrugs and lets him go. The warmth fades with Zim’s departure. He scratches at his chest and frowns. It must have just been his imagination.
Post-series high skool (not necessarily an AU) where Zim has struck up a temporary truce with Dib so they can survive math tests, gym class, and social awkwardness. Zim may or may not have picked up a few underground connections over the years trolling the underground for experiments and organs and…stuff.
Dib is the only one who has been bullied lately though. Boo."

None of them belong to us.