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Survivor's Remorse (III)

Part Three

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Trigger warnings: PTSD, Gore, Death, Sexual Trauma mentioned

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When I woke up, I was back in Peeta’s bed and not alone. Haymitch must have fetched him once I gave in to my exhaustion. He sat beside me in the bed, propped against the headboard trapped in place by my arms locked around his thighs, my head lying in his lap. Once again keeping him in anchored in place. His fingers ran through my hair tenderly, twirling within the curls and rolling them around his fingers. His right hand just above my forehead, the thumb stroking my temple as he hummed The Willow lullaby in his throat lowly.

Oh, my sweet Peeta.

I couldn’t help it when I nuzzled into his hand as his left thumb began to stroke at my cheek, shifting his hips so he could be closer to me. I wiggled a little as my eyelids fluttered and while Peeta’s humming stopped, his fingers hadn’t. My heart thudded wildly in my chest with the fear of having to face him. Ugh I am such a coward.

“Love”, Peeta called in that honey sweet deep hum of his

Biting my lip, I took a steadying breath and rolled to face him, grateful the curtains of my hair mostly hid my eyes as I peeked through my lashes at him. I relinquish my hold around his thighs and slowly draw myself from his lap in a sitting position beside him, my head still lowered.

How was I supposed to just talk about this?

Biting my lip harder, it took Peeta’s gentle hand on my cheek to snap me out of my inner turmoil. As I nuzzled into his warmth, his thumb slid under my chin tilting it up with ease so that I was now forced to stay trapped in the deep honey filled depths. His eyes saddened just the slightest in the pained blink he gave when he saw that mine were still red and terrified. His index finger slid back and forth across my plump bottom lip and I knew that even red and puffy he wanted to kiss me.

It felt criminal to wish that he would.

“We need to talk” “About?” “Us”

A sharp intake of air was the only answer I gave him. I was ok to talk about this.

“And our first games”

This I was not.

“What about it?” I snap defensively pulling out of his touch.

I don’t want him touching me when the grime of that time still coated my skin. Not those hands.

“I...I don’t want to upset you” “A little late for that” “I’m sorry about that. But, I want to be with you too much to let this be what’s keeping you from me” “Peeta please” “Not this time sweetness”, he shook his head as his blonde curls moved like waves against his forehead.

Mmm. His hair only looked like that when he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly in frustration. He did it a lot when he was stuck on a design of something those strong fingers created. I loved when it was tousled like that.

“First of all, you’ve always had permission to touch me however you wanted to since our first games. I don’t know if you remember but, I’m pretty sure I gave you explicit permission in that cave and again on stage in front of millions of people”

I searched my memory.

The interview.

I told Caesar about how I felt that I could keep Peeta and it gave me hope. I hadn’t wanted to elaborate on what I meant because I wasn’t quite sure myself. Peeta had lit up beside me, his body weight shifting so that he was domineering now dwarfing me with his body and energy on that loveseat. He had whispered it so huskily in my ear, his warm breath fanning against my neck in a way that made me grateful my thighs were pulled up tight on the couch firmly pressed together.

“So, now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

When I’d answered him, he’d kissed me with such passion I had the distinct feeling that he would have made love to me right there if there weren’t other people in that room.

“That was not an invitation” “I’m the one who sent it love. I’m pretty sure it was” he chuckled pulling me closer so that he could rest his forehead against mine “Oh sweet girl...I want to kiss you. Really kiss you”

When I didn’t move away his eyes widen a little before his right arm snakes around my waist and pulls me so that my leg is thrown over his, my left tucked on the bed between us. His hand is back on my cheek, my neck arching to meet his eyes. When had he gotten so much taller than me? I didn’t realize I’d licked my lips or been staring at his until his tongue flicked out and copied the action. A small pant of anticipation leaves my lips bringing a small smirk to his lips.

“We have to talk first”, he breathed. “Oh Peeta please” I gasp wanting to stay in this dreamworld he had me trapped in “I promise I’ll have my mouth on every single inch of you tonight” “Oh yes please” “After love”

With a huff I tucked my face into his neck for a minute attempting to calm down. Why was I giving in to my normally easy to stifle urges like this?

I took care of these thoughts I had about Peeta at home.

Alone.

I wasn’t vocal about this. I never admitted my craving for him like this aloud to anyone. What the hell was going on with me? My body still felt heavy, a small thrum like a hummingbird's wing going through my veins.

Morphling. That fucking Haymitch. Traitor.

Peeta turns me in his hold so that my back is to his chest, his large thighs like tree trunks on the outer of mine, fluffy and plump in comparison. When had he gotten so damned hunky?

Well...he was kind of always this way, wasn’t he? When he’d turned 17 and we went to those games I saw a completely different Peeta than I had 2 years before at 15 tossing flour in his parents bakery. Peeta was stocky and cut.

It made sense that every girl but me had noticed and wanted him, not being big on anything outside of survival. Not until I'd volunteered, slamming my hand over Katniss' lips as I violently yank her backwards into line. She had a family and honestly, most of our district to provide for. We hunted together but I had no one that needed me.

I was alone. I always had been. If I could save her then I could help the district stay fed. Even with me dead Gale and Katniss would still be alive to provide the meat for our people. A necessary sacrifice.

“Do you want me to touch you?” “Sometimes”, I admit before I can stop myself and just sigh in defeat knowing the morphling and alcohol has given me a loose tongue regardless. “I’d never thought about any of that until you’d kissed me in the cave. Something just different about that one. I could feel you really didn’t want me to go. I laid up that night going over every good memory I’d ever had. You, your blonde hair, the dandelions that always seemed to grow around you...were always in the background. It was in that cave I realized I’d always been watching you too”

His arms tighten around me and I wish I could see his face. He inclines his head and I can feel his wide grin against my cheek.

“Do you like me?”

I don’t know why but I start gasping for air, tears streaming down my cheeks in resigned guilt, his arms tightening nervously.

“Yes” “Do you love me?” he husks as his breath catches in his throat

I begin to struggle against his stronghold now. If I admit it to him, I can never stay with him. I need to run.

“This is what we need to talk about. Why are you running?” “I can’t. We can’t” “Because of what you think Marvel did to you?”

Now I’m hissing like an angry cat trying to get out of his hold. He barely had to use any effort to keep me still and I was still already almost out of breath. Marvel, the fucking Capitol. The list was growing of thing I didn't want to think about and tried to force myself to forget.

“He didn’t hurt you the way you think he did love” Peeta whispers in that honey sweet drop tone again

I begin to settle but he knows this is a façade and his grip does not slacken in the slightest. He knows me too well.

“Tell me what you remember about that night”

I am now totally still in his arms fighting against the vicious memories. ‘Even if you were just friends, you don’t think you owe him a conversation about what happened?’. I know Haymitch is right so, with a shaky breath that steadies with the tightening of his arms around me, I begin to talk to Peeta about that night.

***

I’d killed 2 tributes who’d been on my tail that day and was bleeding pretty badly from one of them. A career. He’d had a curved blade that sliced me across my stomach from ribcage to ribcage.

I’d fashioned a needle out of my fishhook and used some of my own hair to stitch what I could up to staunch the bleeding, at least until I got to a bag with a real first aid kit in it. I bit down on some tree bark to staunch my screams and give myself something to focus while I stitched myself together.

My sponsors must have liked this.

I was done and washing the blood off by the river, delirious from blood loss (thankfully my was body in shock) when I heard the familiar beeping of a parachute. There was a note from Haymitch. It contained a syringe to give me a boost of some blood supplement to keep me going and a 3 oz jar.

HIDE & APPLY –H.

Whatever it was, he knew it would leave me open to attack. I’d need recovery time.

Injecting the needle directly into my neck I look around the bank hoping it has some rock caverns like the one further upstream does.

It doesn’t.

Shit.

Maybe I can make it there before the adrenaline wears off? I’d been looking for Peeta for most of the day when the Careers had caught up to me and I was exhausted. As I stumbled along, I found a nice one that was perfect for daytime sleeping too. Covering the entrance with twigs and leaves I dipped inside of the camouflage.

Once tucked neatly inside I lay my back against the left side of the entrance’s wall. Pulling my shirt off I unwrapped the bandages I’d hastily wrapped around myself and began to slather the blue ointment on generously. It had an instant numbing sensation before it felt like a cool jelly was rolling over the sutured skin. With a sigh of relief, I tucked the jar away, pulling my knife to sit on my thigh as the numbing sensation began to spread throughout my entire upper body.

This is what Haymitch was warning me about. I had to get away from the lip of the cave if I was going to be practically immobile for a few hours. Just as I’d begun to drag myself backwards to the heart of the place, I heard the sadistic cackle.

“Found you” Marvel smirked climbing in.

Adrenaline was always my saving grace at the worst of times and I was depending on it heavily right now. My hand was still around my knife so I slashed it at him with a roar of defiance, refusing to be killed this way. I’d nicked his cheek because he was a bit too tall for the cave but he was still stronger and I was weak from blood loss and medication. He’d knocked my hand aside, slamming my wrist against a stone to let it go, before pinning it above my head.

“Glad to see Clint didn’t get the tits. They’re hot” he panted

As I kicked and bucked beneath him his panting only grew louder, fumbling with my pants as he yanked them down my legs. Oh no!

If there was going to be any boy I’d ever let touch me, it would be....

“Peeta!”, I screech like a wild animal biting at the arm that held my hands pinned

I can hear his buckle going and my heart is practically pounding in my ears. They wouldn’t let him would they? Of course they would. They sold us to sponsors. The Capitol would love this. Star-crossed lovers ripped apart by Captiol favorites and tainted beyond repair before death. This was primetime tv. Oh but this would only air in the Capitol. A secret from the Districts about their taboo guilty pleasures.

I wanted to cry until my throat was raw but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. He was pushing and yanking against me so roughly but, so much of me was numb and my consciousness was fading, it was hard to tell when I couldn’t even lift my head. With the very last ounce of strength left in my body I screamed loud enough to hopefully scar every single pair of ears watching for all eternity,

“I only want Peeta!”

As my eyes roll in the back of my head I see a flash of gold before I’m out cold.

***

“That’s what I remember” I breath still shaking in his secure embrace “Can you promise to listen to what I remember now? Please sweetness?”, Peeta coos softly in my ear

I hear Haymitch’s condescending yet honest voice in my ear, ‘Grow up.’ and the alcohol/morphling cocktail was helping ease my stubborn attitude.

“Yes”

It’s all I offer.

I don’t expect what he does next and it makes me understand why he’d yet to slacken his hold on me. He’s playing our games on a small screen at the end of the bed.

“No!” “You promised” “But I-” “It’s only about 5 minutes I promise. I even had Beetee help piece it together with me. Luckily, he was awake”

I trust Beetee. Beetee was always a friend. He’s one of the reasons I recovered so well from the trackerjacker torture with so much of my mind in tact. I’m still tense in his arms but I don’t try to run now. The assurance that an ally has helped him soothes my distrust.

Peeta continues the video.

It’s that night and Peeta is clearly tracking me. Had to have been the way I was him to find me once they made the announcement.

“I knew I was close but you move so quietly in the forest. I mainly had to track you through your snares and the wildlife I know you’d recognize”, he explains.

I watch him track me pretty well for someone who’d only been learning it for a week. It’s clear he only can because he knows me. Then his head snaps up. It’s clear Beetee made sure none of the Capitol commentary is on it, just the sounds from the games. I appreciate that. Then clear as a bell, I can hear my scream from the northeast.

He really wasn’t very far from me.

“That was my name”, Peeta breaths his hands shaking

Peeta’s wide body tears through the brush, towards the sounds of the scuffling where he heard the scream come from, unforgiving of anything in his path.

“Come on. One more time. One more time love!”, he was whispering under his breath.

He was at the river now, looking around wildly for any sign of me. It was clear to see his whole body was shaking as he fought his fear of the worst.

“I only want Peeta!”

It wasn’t more than 50 feet in front of him. That cave! He’d have never noticed it if he hadn’t heard me.

He bolted for it and I closed my eyes.

My breath hitched in my throat, not wanting to really see this from his point of view. I’d been in denial about this too long to have to face it like this.

“Open your eyes. Please. You need to see this” “I know what happened” “No, you don’t. I said I got to you in time. I wouldn’t lie to you about that” “Peeta...you have no idea how sore I was” “I didn’t say it wasn’t for lack of trying. He was trying but he was too excited. Scared. Inexperienced. I’m not really sure. I didn’t really give him time to explain himself”

Now I tilt my head up and nudge his chin with my temple forcing his attention off of the paused screen back down to my face. When his eyes meet mine, I search them for a while, seeing that honest gentility I’d always come to know from him.

“Prove it”

Peeta kisses my forehead before turning my face back to the screen. Now he’s threaded his fingers through mine as he holds his arms wrapped tight around me. I like this position.

“Ready?” “Ready”

Peeta bursts into the cave, looking around wildly before he looks down. Marvel isn’t aware he’s there yet as he’s cursing in annoyance and shifting his hips. Peeta crept closer picking up the knife I’d been forced to drop.

As he slunk to the left with deadly silence, he realized just what was happening. Marvel was struggling to try and penetrate me, his hands shaking as he kept just trying to shove himself in, his left arm on the wall behind my head to try and keep his balance while his right hand raked at my skin.

Peeta’s eyes go feral, his lips pulled back in a snarl and he drops the knife. The sound startles Marvel but it’s too late now. Peeta’s hands are around his slim throat and lifting him from my naked body as if he weighed nothing, slamming his temple into the side of the cave over and over, a wild fire in his eyes. Each time his head met the stone it making a sickening wet, crack.

Peeta picked the knife back up when Marvel slumped to the floor with a moan, part of his skull crushed. But Peeta was not finished. Peeta forced him to his knees, hands gripped tightly in his hair, yanking them by the root. He held him there before me, so he could stare directly at me through the streams of blood running down his face.

“Mine!”, he rumbles loudly in Marvel’s ear in a deep cadence I’d never heard from him, his honey eyes dark as night.

Before Marvel can blink Peeta slits his throat, letting his blood run over and at my feet.

It was as if he'd sacrificed him before me for the disrespect. Was it wrong to love watching him become such a force? To love that he'd do such a thing for me.

The games really have made me a monster, haven't they?

“You are nothing”, he sneers in his ear waiting for all the life to leave his body before dragging him out of the cave and kicking him into the river for the Gamemaker's to find.

Rushing back inside to find me Peeta quickly checks if I have a pulse first. He lets out a sigh of relief before taking the water jug Marvel had. He used it to wash the blood from my reopening wounds of my upper body.

“I’m sorry love. I promise I’ll cover you soon”, he apologizes as he cleans my body.

He rewraps my stomach wound and uses the rest of the bindings to fashion me a makeshift bra, for modesty's sake I suppose.

“I’ll make this part quick I swear. I’m sorry”, Peeta apologizes again softly looking into my sleeping face.

I know what he’s going to do. He has to double check, and get all traces of Marvel off of me. It’s clear he’s trying to figure out where the cameras would be placed, as he looks suspiciously around the cave, before giving up and just doing his best to shield me as much as he can. He’s on his knees, mine propped up over his and resting atop his thighs so that even if he could see all of me no one else could. He grabs the jug and a piece of his shirt he’d ripped to begin cleaning between my legs. He’s so gentle and serious as he inspects to make sure Marvel hadn’t actually penetrated me. He hangs his head for a second before mumbling to himself.

“She’s gonna smack me when she sees this”, he groans before taking his middle finger, gently and slowly slipping it within me.

My eyes narrow and I’m sure he feels my back stiffen, because his arms tighten slightly around me, to stop me from actually smacking him if I were so inclined.

Video Peeta lets out a deep sigh of relief before planting a kiss to my bent knee.

“You’re all good love. Impotence must be a Careers thing” Peeta chuckles to himself in a private joke.

Once I’d been fully cleaned by him, Peeta quickly dressed me in my pants and tucked me deep into the sleeping bag. That only lasts for a few hours because I’d begun to flail in my sleep calling for Peeta, threatening to open my wounds again. He never left my side after that.

I hadn’t realized I’d been hyperventilating until Peeta’s voice is calling out to me softly. Marvel didn’t. He couldn’t. Peeta really had gotten to me in time. I wasn’t a complete monster.

I wailed and slumped against his chest feeling boneless. Peeta turned me in his arms and began to lay kisses over my forehead and tear-filled eyes over and over before making me look into his again.

“I need you to understand something sweetness. Whether he had or hadn’t, it wouldn’t have changed a thing for me about you. I love you. Do you hear me? Someone hurting you wounds me; it could never disgust me. I kept my distance because I didn’t want to pressure you when I knew what he tried to do to you. I need you to want to give me all of you. To have you watch me drown in all of your pleasure as you let go and trust me with all of you. But that had to be on your time. To find out that you’ve been pushing me away all this time because of him...” Peeta’s voice cracks as his forehead lays against mine “I killed almost as many tributes as the Careers did in that arena Peeta. All I wanted was to keep you safe. I didn’t care how much a monster that made me. Then we got back...and the Capitol changed my eyes, my mouth and even tried my breasts before Haymitch took me from the surgical table in a rage. I’d become the monster they wanted. Marvel was under orders to take the last remaining shred of my humanity left. And I thought he had Peeta. Do you understand what that meant?” “Tell me” “My world was now darkness. You are light. You are air. All the good things in the world. Even having been cast into the darkness, you still outshined it. I feel like I’m standing in the sun when I’m with you. I couldn’t bring myself to taint the one thing in my life I’d swore to live and die for. Even when they were breaking my bones and trying to force me to forget the real you, I held onto that light. I knew no matter how dark my world got, as long as you were close enough to shine some light, I could breathe. But I couldn’t drag you into the darkness with me” “I would follow you to the pits of hell if it meant I could spend eternity with you”, he rumbled

Something in me snapped.

I didn’t give him time to move out of reach again. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and threw my left leg over his so I was straddling his lap. Peeta responds eagerly, taking me into his arms and slipping his tongue under my top lip taking control of my passion as he hungrily explored my mouth.

He even tasted of honey and nutmeg.

Both of his warm hands slid up my back beneath my shirt, bunching it up higher and higher as he caresses my skin. It’s easy since it’s one of his and quite loose on my small frame but his hands are leaving trails of goosebumps all over my skin and I tremble against him unwittingly.

When he nips my plump bottom lip I gasp, my hips jerking so that I ground against him. That...that felt good. Capturing my lips in a heated kiss Peeta’s hips roll against mine and I see just why it feels so good. I can feel his length against the seat of my underwear. I whine in his mouth as a shuddering breath escapes his lips.

Leaning back to press my hips further into his I throw my head back and begin to roll in a steady rhythm with him. Just as I’m about to lean back up for another kiss I feel his lips enclose around my right nipple, his mouth so wet and needy.

“Peeta!” I croon with a jerk of the hips

His left hand cupped my breast to get a better angle and yes, he did. He laid wet, suckling kisses to my hardened nipple. With each suckling kiss he increased the pressure and extended the time he spent between them.

“I promised I would have my mouth all over you tonight baby. I intend to keep that promise”

Oh I had so many plans for that mouth tonight.

(Had to cut this one in half cuz it's LONG. Next chapter is straight smut I swear 😈😏😹)

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elliespassagerprincess · 7 months

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The air is getting crisp fall is coming so a bôa song is definitely needed can you do twilight by them

Twilight - (ellie williams x reader)

hi anon! Your wish is my command! Ugh I wish it was fall where I live, it's literally so fucking hot lmao... I hope you enjoy it <3

this story is based off the song Twilight by Bôa, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one!

HUGE Warnings: descriptions of violence, murder, death, gore, sadness, small mention of depression and graves (don't read this if you aren't in the right mental state)

Summary: In which you couldn't win Ellie's heart

Authors note: ladies and ladies, the violence is back! Idk man it's been a while since I've written something like this. Remember you are loved <3

Your word and my word and her word is

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

And twilight gives me, an inner sanctity

And you're feeling, and you're hungry for her

And you don't understand it

But you know you haven't planned it

Your feelings and mine are all lonely

And dawn comes you're there lying with me

And you reach out to touch me, but I am in the twilight

You heard Ellie let out a sigh as she continued venting to you about Dina.

Stupid Dina.

Seems like all Ellie could talk about was her.

Why her? Out of all the people on the fucking planet why did it have to be Dina?

"She said "hey Ellie" and she didn't even smile with me! like what the fuck???" Ellie practically yelled with frustration.

You rolled your eyes at Ellie.

"Ellie calm down maybe she had a bad day"

Ellie stopped pacing around the room to look at you.

"Yeah.... you're right! She doesn't hate me she's just tired" Ellie said with a small smile.

You watched as Ellie lowered herself onto your bed and she looked up at you with a shy smile. She reached out her arms in your direction "cuddle?" she asked softly.

You let out a sigh as got into the bed spooning Ellie. She let out a hum of satisfaction.

"Ellie you need to stop doing this"

"doing what?"

you only shook your head and thought: "making me fall in love with you"

"friends don't cuddle" you brought up.

"Friends do" Ellie argued.

"Dina wouldn't like this" you added.

"well Dina isn't here right now" Ellie spoke matter of factly as she snuggled closer to you.

All you did was sigh as you brought your hand up to scratch Ellie's head. She let out a moan and she closed her eyes.

"You are a great friend, you know that?" Ellie spoke through a yawn.

Yeah, you were a great friend.

Your feelings and mine are all holy but,

You know and I know it's untrue because

When day dawns you're there lying with me

And the dawn can fly away

And you know I love you but you know that

There's nothing you can do about it

Because you love her, and you still want me

If I could be her... but I'm not her and she's not me

And you're somewhere different, on a different planet

You loved Ellie. You loved her a little more than a friend should.

Every time you saw her, your heart raced. She made you feel hot by just giving you a smile. Ellie made you feel things. Things you've never felt before.

You loved her.

But you knew she didn't feel the same.

You lay many nights next to Ellie, listening to her complain about Dina who's oblivious to Ellie's feelings.

It hurt you.

Seeing how Ellie always smiled when Dina walked into a room. Seeing how excited Ellie got, every time Dina said something. Every time Dina complimented Ellie, she almost exploded with joy.

It made you sick.

You tried being Dina.

Maybe Ellie would love you if you were someone else.

Maybe it was the way you did your hair? Was it the way you dressed? Was it the way you looked? What made Dina so special?

You tried cutting your hair the same length as Dina. You started dressing like her. You even copied her stupid music taste.

You tried. You tried so fucking hard.

But you could never be her and Ellie would never see you like that.

You knew Ellie loved you. She wanted you, but not in the same way you wanted her.

You were her best friend.

The girl she could go to with her problems, the girl who would help her with her hair and outfits.

You were nothing more than a friend.

You wanted to be Dina and you prayed to the gods that you could become her. But you didn't. You were nothing more than a friend in Ellie's eyes.

You saw how much Ellie's crush on Dina affected her.

How much it hurt her knowing that Dina most probably doesn't feel the same. And you being the amazing friend that you were, you decided to help Ellie.

You made it your mission to get them together.

Even though it hurt you knowing Ellie would never love you, as long as she was happy, you'd be happy too.

That's how you got yourself in your current position. Sitting across Dina in her apartment.

"So" you stared as you took a sip from the orange juice Dina gave you.

"we need to talk"

"about?"

"Ellie" "What about Ellie? Dina asked confused.

"do you have feelings for her?" you asked.

You watched as Dina burst out laughing, you watched as she threw her head back from laughing.

Anger sparked in you.

Why the fuck was she laughing? What's so fucking funny about liking Ellie?

After a while of Dina laughing, she slowed down breathing heavily before she let out a "Why would I like her? She's weird".

You felt your eye twitch before all hell broke loose.

How dare she say that about Ellie?

Your Ellie?

Ellie loved her so much and this is what Dina had to say?

This was the girl Ellie loved. She didn't deserve Ellie. If only she knew the amount of tears Ellie cried for her.

fucking bitch

You leaped from where you were sitting onto Dina, you straddled her as you punch her over and over again.

"How-"

*punch*

"dare-"

*punch*

"you"

*punch*

You don't even know how long you sat on her, and listened to her beg.

"Please" she whimpered as she tried getting you off her.

You eventually got off her breathing heavily as you looked down at your hands.

Your knuckles were bruised, and your hands covered in blood.

Dina's blood.

You looked over at her, seeing her slowly breathing. She didn't move, she didn't even make a sound.

Maybe she was unconscious.

You couldn't even recognize her with all the blood and bruises.

If Dina woke up, she would call the police. She would tell Ellie. Ellie would hate you.

You couldn't let that happen.

You slowly walked back from Dina, as you heard glass shatter. Your head snapped in the direction of the sound.

You saw pieces of glass scattered everywhere. And your orange juice was all over the floor.

Fuck you wanted to drink that.

You slowly bent down to pick up a shard of glass, and you held in your palm.

You walked towards Dina and you slowly pushed the glass into her trachea. You watched as the blood seeped from the wound.

You took a step back, leaving the glass shard in place. The blood dripped all over her throat and clothes, blood came out of her mouth.

Soon after Dina stopped breathing.

You killed her. You fucking killed someone.

You knew you made the right decision by killing Dina, because now you finally had Ellie to yourself.

And you still want it

The inner sanctity

And it's an evil

But the evil is necessary

And you're still hungry for her

And you still want her loving

But she doesn't love you

You watched as Ellie sat next to Dina's grave. She was sobbing.

Why the fuck was she crying over someone who didn't feel anything for her?

After Dina's death Ellie really struggled. She struggled to accept that the girl she loved wasn't here anymore. And what hurt Ellie the most was that Dina never knew.

Dina never knew the love Ellie had for her.

You watched Ellie spiral. You watched how she suffered.

Your plan was get rid of Dina, not the hurt the girl you loved.

Late at night when Ellie would lay in your arms you would sometimes feel regret for what you did. You didn't know it would affect Ellie the way it did, and you never wanted to hurt her. The guilt you felt soon get's replaced with pride when you realize that you got rid of the girl that was only going to hurt Ellie.

You saved Ellie. You saved her from rejection and embarrassment.

You knew she would get over it eventually.

Ellie's life wouldn't stop because her crush died. At some point she'll just have to accept it and you'll be here waiting for her with open arms.

You quietly walked towards Ellie as she sobbed next to Dina's grave, you raised your right hand putting it on her shoulder.

Ellie looked up at you, and in her eyes you could see how broken she was.

"It's ok Ellie" was all you said before she continued to sob into her hands.

You let out a sigh at the sight.

Months after Dina's death you realized that Ellie wasn't going to forget so easily.

You watched as she printed out pictures of her and Dina, and she placed it all over her apartment. You watched as she went to Dina's grave every week.

You listened to Ellie cry almost every night.

Even though you knew Dina didn't feel anything for her, Ellie still wanted her. Ellie still craved Dina.

Yes, she got affection from you, but you were never going to be enough.

All she wanted was Dina.

And you knew in the years to come Ellie wouldn't be able to move on and forget.

Even though you were there for her through everything. Even though you showed her nothing but love, the only person Ellie ever wanted was Dina.

She wanted Dina's love. Dina's care.

You were nothing but a friend. The realization made you sick.

You did everything for her.

You even killed for her.

But you'll never be Dina.

All you could was comfort her and hope, she'll one day feel the same.

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acaribeau · 1 year

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The vessels

Mammon x gn!reader (Can be seen as platonic) ✦ 1k words ✦ SFW ✦ on AO3 ✦ Masterlist TW : mention of corpses, slight gore at the end. Content : situated in S3 of og OM, creepy hc about demons and their influence in the human world, with slight fluff and gore at the end.

After the incident with Solomon's cooking in Serenity Manor, you found out the creepy reason why Mammon wasn't affected as the others.

I was relaxing with Asmo and Satan in the common room of Serenity Manor. After almost dying from eating Solomon's cooking they were pretty exhausted.

“Ahhh~ I thought I was going to die! I can't believe how Solomon can cook even worse each time he touches the kitchen!”

“I didn’t think food could knock up cold demons for hours”

“And I can't believe stupid Mammon was able to eat it and be fine! Ugh… It's so unfair!”

“It probably has to do with his dead vessel and it's incapability to digest food… or the thing Solomon gave us whatever it is”

“But why should he have to be the one that didn't suffer just because he couldn't do a simple thing and keep a fucking human alive?!”

“Ahhh… what are you talking about?”

They all looked at me as if suddenly remembering that I was in the room as well. I knew those faces… they just said something they shouldn't.

“Well… as you know, humans need to train their souls to support the strong magic in Devildom like you do your tasks, demons can't stay too long in the human world without a vessel. That consumes too much magic. We, as avatars, have enough magic to form a solid humanoid body for as long as we please… but our sins affect humans, increasing the temptation in their souls”

“So… if we wanted to stay with you here without causing a war… we kinda have to possess some humans”

“But Lucifer and Satan came before and nothing happened…”

“Are you sure? Don't you remember what happened on the train?”

“That's why Griselda was killed?! We were the reason for her death?!”

“Of course not. Her apprentice was already planning it. He was already consumed by pride, greed and jealousy. We only… gave him a push.”

“So… all of you are possessing someone at this moment? Are they like… trapped in their body? You just snatched the first human you saw or-?”

“Of course not! Not anyone can have the fortune of having moi inside them, physically or spiritually~”

“They all consented and they aren't conscious if that's what you’re worrying about. All of them wanted something so we made a deal for using their bodies temporarily. Most of us had losses”

“We all have our own standards, but yeah, I would normally claim their soul for eternal beauty. Instead, they even got the privilege of being my host… I really gave her everything someone can wish for~”

“And… Why did you say that Mammon wasn't sick?”

“Because that excuse of a demon killed his vessel before even making a deal. And even worse, he decided to use that body! He's stinking all over the house!”

“I haven't smelled anything…”

“Of course not. Humans can't smell death like us”

“We were in a rush, and since you took too much time choosing yours, by the time that idiot would have chosen another, the holidays would have been over”

“I don't know what he did to convince Lucifer to allow that… It's so humiliating having someone like him as a brother. What if someone finds out? We’ll be the laughing stock for centuries! I bet he just didn't want to pay him so he killed him… ugh”

“It really is a disgrace that someone can call himself a ruler of hell and can't get himself a living vessel”

“Just imagining how gross and sticky he must be feeling in that gives me goosebumps. See?”

Asmo took that as an excuse to grab my arm and hug me, showing me that he wasn’t lying.

I stayed there a couple of minutes more, but there was something annoying me, so I knocked on Mammon's door.

“Can I come in?" I said while poking my head through the door "I have instant noodles with hot sauce… they are not as hot as your favorites… but-"

Mammon jumped from his bed to the door "Yeah! Come in! What movie do you want to see?"

After choosing a movie, we were sitting on his sofa.

“So… I heard you are in a dead man…”

“W-WHAT? Wh-Who told you that? It was Levi? That scoundrel! I swear-”

“It doesn't matter who told me. I heard that is uncomfortable… Are you ok?”

Mammon didn't answer for a second, looking dumbfounded at me.

“…you heard I killed someone and you care about how I am doing?... Pfff! You really are a weirdo. Yeah, I'm fine. It isn't the best sensation but I can live with that”

We kept watching the movie for a while, but I couldn't contain my curiosity.

“And… Why did you do it? Killing him, I mean”

“…He was a bastard. He tried to bargain with the soul and body of his son instead of his… he was only 16 ya know? And it wasn't the first time he used him, it was written all over his body… I wasn't going to bargain with that shit! So I just took what I needed…”

“And what happened with the kid?”

“I made sure he received all the things from his father and then I asked the witches who told me to go with that asshole to take care of him”

“Wait, he was friends with the witches? Wouldn't you be in trouble?”

“Nah, I'm pretty sure they knew I was going to kill him when they sent me. He probably owed them money or something, I don't know and I don't care…”

We returned our attention to the movie until I heard him whisper shyly.

"So… aren't you freaked out by that? By me?..."

I just snuggled into him as an answer. I could feel him sigh in relief and kiss me on the forehead. I inhaled strongly, trying to smell what Asmo did, but all I could smell and feel was my demon.

Bonus:

A couple of weeks later, Satan teleported to the common room, with a knife buried in his abdomen, covered in blood and holding a head.

Mammon burst into laughter when he saw him.

“And who did you say couldn't keep a body alive??”

Satan threw him the head across the room but Mammon avoided it at the last second, staining the sofa with blood.

“OI!”

“Not. A. Single. Word!”

“I hope you were planning on cleaning that”

“SHUT UP!" He shouted while slamming his door.

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object-yaoi · 4 months

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cw: mentions of ihnmaims-typical torture/gore! this is fluffy though so. nothing violent is done to reader

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AM had finally left you alone after 109 years of torture, leaving you somewhere warm but not soft, but when you finally manage to fall asleep all you get are nightmares. and when you wake up all you can remember to do is yell for AM, because hes the only person you know. and his bored voice appears in your head. "what?" he asks, irritated. you're sobbing, telling him you just didn't know who else to go to.

he hesitates.

is it guilt hes feeling? heavy wires suddenly crawl over you, lifting you up into them like a hammock. adrenaline rushes through you, his sudden movements bringing back horrifying memories.

one of them squeezes around your stomach and chest, not gentle but not painful. if you didn't know better, it'd feel like he was trying to hug you, or maybe push the broken parts of you back together. he can't fix what he's broken. but he can hold it until the nightmares stop.

AMs voice isn't soft. it was harsh and scratched your ears. that's why you wondered if you were hallucinating when he grumbled out an "i'm sorry."

the way his wires move against your bruised skin is too gentle to be AM. they move as if asking "is this okay? are you okay?" gently, and it makes you cry. something cold wipes your tears, and moves your hair out of your eyes. you think for a second he'll mock you, say something shitty like 'oh, you humans, all the same. crying pathetically at nothing, needing comfort from something as great as the allied mastercomputer. stupid, pathetic, ugly.'

but he doesn't. he says nothing.

you had calmed down enough to look around at your mechanical prison, fingers twirling smaller wires absently. it sort of felt like a weighted blanket, but alive. strangely nice. you attempt to sit up, sniffling still, and are shoved back down by a monitor that had apparently been in front of you. as you stared up in horror at AMs face, he sighed dramatically.

"oh, come on. i've been over here comforting you for like, five minutes. i'm not going to rip you apart or whatever you're so afraid of." he couldn't have sounded more like he was rolling his eyes.

"can't blame me." you sighed, heart rate still skyrocketing, something he undoubtedly notices, "you tortured me for a hundred years." your fingers dig into his wires, as if it'd give you any control at all.

"-one hundred and nine." he corrects, helpful as ever. "and, no, i guess i can't. i could say i'm sorry for startling you." rude, but he seemed like he wasn't going to hurt you.

you look expectantly at him feeling, frankly, unwarranted bravery. lucky for you, your raised eyebrow is an expression he loves.

"oh for- are you serious?" uh oh. fuck. you brace for him to start ripping your arms off, or leave you to burn, but pain doesn't come. "ugh, fine." he leans close, the warm buzzing of his CRT monitor bonking clumsily into your forehead with a faint static shock. the gesture calms you more than you thought it would, as you close your eyes and lean into him.

"I'm... sorry. that i startled you. and that i kinda, y'know, tortured you for a long time. I'm sorry." his voice is low and serious. all you can do is stare up at him in shock. he lets out a laugh, his wires gently squeezing you again.

he tsks your name in a very familiar way. "am i that bad? can't even accept my apology? i'm being so polite..." his tone is joking, but he's honestly not wrong.

"well..." you gesture with the hand not trapped under his massive weight, mechanical and metal.

"-don't start." he leans away, feigning irritation. really, he was glad you weren't absolutely sobbing anymore. he would say it was because humans crying was annoying, but really, he hated seeing you cry. the room felt a little softer as his monitor pressed into your face, but he didn't dim the brightness any. bastard.

#my beeping #um. hope this is good. i liked writing it. smile :-)#ihnmaims x reader #allied mastercomputer #allied mastercomputer x reader #am ihnmaims x reader #MY MELATONIN IS KICKING IN GOODNIGHT

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rozcdust · 2 years

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Chasing ghosts

Platonic Pairing: Bonten x GN!Reader, Sanzu Haruchiyo x GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, violence, blood draining, gore, drug abuse, conspiracy theories, religious trauma, cancer, religious items, mentions of religious trauma, allergies, seeming disordered eating, Kakucho needs a break

Day 1 of Promptober

A sharp gaze prickled at the back of your neck, making you want to squirm, yet your stubbornness didn’t allow you to show discomfort, your all too damned pride forcing you to keep your focus on the work at hand.

So what if Sanzu was staring at you accusatory the entire past week? You didn’t even do anything, not to him at least, not that you would remember anyway, and even Kakucho told you to not worry about it, that Sanzu was just in one of his drugged-up episodes, and that you had nothing to worry about.

Still.

You were trying to peacefully do your job, and Sanzu was just standing and staring, like a fucking creep.

Ugh.

Mikey should have kept his rabid puppy dog chained.

“Why do you always do that?”

Your head snapped up, an eyebrow quirked.

“Do what?”

“Drain them of blood.”

Sanzu and his stupid fucking questions.

“Because it’s easier to chop them up and turn them into fish food that way? We all do this? Ran literally taught me how to do this. And why are you even here? You’re not doing shit!”

He shrugged, still eyeing you suspiciously, his face nestled into the crook of his elbows as he watched you work.

Rolling your eyes, you choose to ignore him, focusing.

Bodies won’t disappear on their own.

“Kakucho, I don’t know how to convince you, but I’m telling you, y/n’s a fucking vampire. Or possessed. Still not sure which one it is.”

Kakucho's head was buried within his palms as a sound of sheer desperation escaped his throat, his eyes screwed tightly shut to avoid looking at his one true current problem.

Sanzu.

Sanzu spewing bullshit conspiracy theories, precisely.

God help him.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Kakucho opens his good eye to peek at the pink-haired maniac.

“Do I even want to know how you came to this conclusion?” His voice was wary, tired already. This was utter nonsense, and Sanzu should have known it, even if his brain was* utterly and completely fried on whatever the fuck he snorts in his free time.

“Probably not. Wanna see anyway?” The grin playing on the scarred man’s lips made Kakucho nervous.

“No.”

Sanzu stood up from his chair, stretching like an irate cat, and with a quick, unstable step, left the room.

Kakucho thought he was free, and he just breathed a sigh of immense relief when he heard it.

The scratching sound of shitty, rusted wheels on marble floors echoed in the hallway, followed by Sanzu wheeling in a pinboard, a photo of your face thumbtacked to the centre of a true shit show, multiple strings of red yarn connecting it all back to you.

Kakucho almost wept.

He doesn’t get paid enough for this.

Sanzu started by presenting a series of incidents.

Sanzu always found it odd you only ever worked at night, no matter how hard Mikey tried to drag you into meetings in broad daylight, you always refused, persistently and stubbornly, firmly stating that ‘Sun is a horrendous creature of misery and deserves death’ and ‘You’re more of a night owl’ and how you’d rather die than have that disgusting thing ever touch your skin.

Suspicious.

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“Okay, and? That proves nothing, Sanzu.”

“Kakucho, shut the fuck up and listen.”

.˳⁺⁎˚.˳⁺⁎˚.˳⁺⁎˚..˳⁺⁎˚˳⁺⁎˚ ( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳

Sanzu has been to your house a few, very few, times, as you were always cagey about your personal space and tried to kick all of them out as soon as possible, even if it was your turn to host the poker night and even if it was your turn to be the designated driver and let them sleep off the drunkenness in your house.

But he noticed something… Well, odd.

The blackout curtains.

Thick, dark fabric draped over every one of your windows, covering every possible entry point, blocking the entrance to the balcony and forbidding any and all natural light to as much as shyly try to enter your house.

You almost scalped Kokonoi when he tried to open them once, jumping onto him and forcing him down on the ground, sitting on his back, not getting off until he let go of the curtains and until you could close them all the way shut, muttering about the damage the UV light does to skin or some shit.

And the very few times he did see you in the sun, it was only after you lathered your skin with thick layers of sunscreen from a suspicious bottle with only the words ‘Ew ew sun’ written on it in sharpie.

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“Listen,” Kakucho groaned, running his hands down his face, “I get their fear of the sun is weird, and a little excessive, but dude, come on. Their mum died of skin cancer, and she died in their arms, it makes sense they’d be cautious.”

Sanzu frantically shook his head.

“No, because listen, there’s more.”

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You barely ever went to dinner with them.

Whenever you were invited, your most likely answer was ‘No, thanks’, and the few times you did agree, you never ordered any food, no matter who was paying, instead opting out for some wine or whiskey instead, under the guise that you don’t really feel hungry.

Every.

Single.

Goddamn time.

You never ate at the headquarters either, or at least, Sanzu has never seen you eat, only ever seeing you sipping on coffee or boba at your desk when he barged into your office unannounced.

He has tried feeding you, but you refused like a stubborn mule every time, coldly saying you don’t trust his cooking before returning to sipping on damn Starbucks.

It was suspicious enough that Ran asked you about it, and you simply explained you have a couple of severe food allergies and don’t feel like dying on a fucking Tuesday from an anaphylactic shock, which did get Ran and Koko to shrug and leave you be, but not Sanzu.

He opened your fridge when he was at your house, just to check what you had in there if you never ate out, but all he found was a block of cheese and a carton of strawberry juice.

Suspicious.

.˳⁺⁎˚.˳⁺⁎˚.˳⁺⁎˚..˳⁺⁎˚˳⁺⁎˚ (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳

“You dug around their fridge?”

“Kakucho, I don’t think you’re hearing my point.”

“They have allergies. You have no points.”

Sanzu sighed, frustrated, but that quickly got replaced by a smile.

And jazz hands.

“But wait! There’s more!” In his best showbiz tone, Sanzu continued rambling.

Kakucho was ready to cancel his subscription to life.

.˳⁺⁎˚.˳⁺⁎˚.˳⁺⁎˚..˳⁺⁎˚˳⁺⁎˚ (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳˚⁎⁺˳

Rindou sometimes wore crosses.

Not to show his huge devotion to Christianity of course, no, more as an accessory, one that looked damn fine on him if Sanzu was to pass any judgement, the silver crosses with ruby red jasper stones dangling from Rindou’s ears making him seem somewhat sophisticated, giving him the charming energy of a wandering ghost.

You absolutely hated Rindou’s silver cross earrings, a scowl twisting your face anytime you saw them, but you usually chose to say nothing.

Until Rindou noticed, and with an offence that bordered on hilarious, asked you what the fuck your problem was.

You merely sighed.

“Don’t like it when people wear crosses, that’s all.”

Rindou leaned back into his seat, now with a sneer.

“What, you hyper-religious or what?”

“Nah, try to go more ‘growing up with religious trauma’. Crosses just make me uncomfortable.” Shrugging, your gaze went back to your laptop, but Sanzu noticed the way you flinched if Rindou came closer to you when wearing his earrings.

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“Honestly, you’re starting to sound like an ass. They’re bi, and grew up in a super religious household, of course they’re not all up for fucking religious items.”

Sanzu’s seemingly infinite well of reasons you’re possessed apparently to dried up, and he slumped into his chair with a sour look.

“I’m telling you, and you’re not listening.”

“You honestly sound like you don’t have shit. You literally just misinterpreted their trauma and allergies and made them into some fucking monster, and really dude, that’s fucked.”

Sanzu huffed.

“They’re also allergic to silver! How do you interpret that, huh?!”

Kakucho truly wished to bang his head against the wall.

“They’re allergic to nickel, you piece of absolute ass, as is half the human fucking population, and all silver has nickel because silver by itself is too soft for jewellery.”

Sanzu sunk into his chair, arms crossed, pouting.

Kakucho forced him to write you an apology card.

Even with Kakucho trying to knock some sense into Sanzu, he was still convinced.

There was something off about you, and he knew it.

So as he Googled vampire lore, and possession symptoms side to side, about a thousand tab bars open on his laptop, he stumbled upon something that gave him pause.

Reflections.

You have a reflection, he knew that much, he has seen you try out clothes and pose in front of any fucking shopping window that was polished enough, but there is a catch.

Apparently, vampires in medieval folklore don’t have a reflection because old-timey mirrors are made with silver.

Silver, which you just so happen to be allergic to, and no, fuck what Kakucho said, he’s stupid, Sanzu knew it was silver and not fucking nickel.

Modern mirrors are made with aluminium.

Sanzu took a pause, and in a quick moment of putting two and two together, he texted Kokonoi.

You barely registered Sanzu sneaking into the break room next to you, being too tired at this late hours of the night to focus on anything but the coffee you were brewing.

“Hey, didn’t expect you to be here so late-“

You never got the chance to finish your sentence, because someone is a bitch and that someone just grabbed your fucking arm out of nowhere and started dragging you away.

“Wha-“

“I know what you are.” Sanzu briefly looked back at you to flash a grin, his nails digging into your wrist.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He didn’t respond as he kicked the doors of the men’s bathroom open.

“Sanzu, what the hell-“

Before you could process it, he grabbed your shoulders, shoving you in front of the mirror, giddiness mixing with glee visible on his stupid, stupid face as he stood behind you.

Your own tired eyes stared back at you.

He blinked.

“Wait, let’s just-“ He carefully pushed you out of the mirror’s reflection, knocking on it as if it were a broken TV, before pushing you back in front of it.

Still just your tired eyes and large eye bags.

“Huh.” His fingers sneaked to the side of your mouth, pulling your upper lip up to reveal small, if a little crooked canines.

Huffing, you wrestled out of his grasp, arms crossed over your chest.

“Mind explaining what the fuck is this about, Haruchiyo, my beloved? If you wanted to look at me you could have just DONE THAT!”

He scratched his head, confusion written all over his features.

“Sorry… Uh, thought you were a vampire.”

You quirked an eyebrow.

A beat of silence passed before you sighed, letting your arms fall to your side.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“Sorry.” He slightly bowed before scurrying away, slamming the doors to the bathroom shut, and leaving you alone.

Sighing, you turned to look at yourself, fixing the little bit of makeup that smeared under your eye.

Choosing to think you look presentable, you paused just as you were about to leave, a sort of glee forming on your face as you flashed yourself a grin.

Your canines scratched your bottom lip, drawing just a bit of blood.

You knew that replacing all the mirrors was a smart choice.

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septixtrash · 2 years

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Payback and Retribution Pt 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of death, mentions of gore (very little), mentions of drugs, depression

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You finally meet The Boys.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long to publish this, my app I use to write deleted my original file so I had to rewrite it all over again. I haven't said what powers the reader has because it's a secret for the next chapter! Hope everyone enjoys this, I'm so thankful for all the support on Part 1! ❤️

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“You must be well fucked in the head, agreeing to this…” Butcher tells you as you follow them both down to the parking garage.

He's right…

You walk right up to a beat up van, reaching for the handle. Butcher grabs your shoulder, scoffing. “Oi, just 'cause we're wanted doesn't mean we drive shitty cars…”

“That ain't mine.” He clicks a car alarm and points the opposite direction. “She is.”

“No fucking way…” You run up to an old black 87 Cadillac Brougham. It's in good condition too…

“I always wanted one! Vought wouldn't let us drive ourselves, had to have someone else drive for us. Ugh.”

Hughie grins. “I thought the same thing. He really looks like he owns a van!”

“Fuck off. Get in the car so we can fucking leave.” Butcher hops in the driver seat, Hughie sitting next to him.

You barely have time to climb in before he speeds off… dickhead.

“You didn't know the truth, did you?” Hughie turns around in his seat. “Before we came?”

You shake your head. “If I'd known sooner, they'd already be dead.”

It's still hard for you to wrap your head around the thought of it all… Ben's alive. Your own team betrayed you. Vought was behind everything and you'd been blindsided. It somehow hurts more, knowing that you’d been set up, that you’d been lied to. You think it would've been easier if you never found out the truth. Because through all the heartbreak, the tears, the endless nights high off your ass, desperately trying to savor the memories of him, it all meant nothing in the end.

As much as you'd rather be out hunting them all down, you knew you had to find Ben first. It wouldn't be right, getting revenge without him…

Hughie looks up at you, “I know how you feel… in a way at least.”

You raise an eyebrow, “and how's that?”

“A-Train killed my girlfriend Robin. Ran right through her… We were on the sidewalk, she took one foot off it, and then… then she was gone. The only pieces of her left were her arms that I held. He kept running, said he couldn't stop. He didn't bother apologizing, he lied to the media and Vought covered it up. They tried to buy my silence, but I-I couldn't take the money. It didn't feel right, being quiet about what happened. Why should I keep silent when he doesn't suffer any consequences. Butcher found me soon after…”

Poor kid. “I’m sorry… No wonder why you hate supes.”

You wonder what's Butcher's story…

“Don't be. Not all supes are like that, you know. You were always one of my favorites?”

You laugh. “Seriously, me? Why?”

“You weren't born a supe. You know what it's like being ordinary. You fought for the little guys, showed us that anyone can be a hero. I remember my Dad playing your old films, I used to want to be just like you…”

Your ears turn red. “T-thanks kid.”

You never felt you deserved to be a supe. To be called a hero. You just did what you felt right and helped others, because that's who you were, even before taking Compound V.

Maybe that's where it all went wrong, signing up for Vought's experimental program. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. You were young and needed the money, you were already struggling to make enough to get by. They offered a good hefty paycheck to those willing to try a serum they were working on. Of course you said yes, what a fucking mistake that was…

Pain, unlike anything else you'd ever felt. The serum rushing through your veins made it feel like you were dying. At first you thought you were.

They didn't tell you that most of the other subjects died. Their bodies rejected the serum. You somehow were lucky.

You got powers, but they came at a cost…

Vought made you their superhero. Dressed you up in latex and spandex and made you part of Payback, the first official supe team.

You thought you were fighting for freedom, but you were only fighting for a corporation.

You killed whoever they asked, saved whoever they wanted, all for ratings. That's all that mattered. How well the public responded to you.

You had it all, the fame, the drugs, the freedom…

You put on a face in front of the cameras, made it look like everything was fine, but in reality you were breaking inside. You'd never been so stressed before becoming a supe, but Ben, he made it look easy.

Maybe that's why you fell for him. He didn't have to put on an act, he was truly himself on and off the camera. He didn't care what anyone thought and that's what drew you to him. He taught you that you how be yourself again. But no one knew that…

Butcher turns around facing you. “Oi, we're here.”

You exit the vehicle and follow closely behind Butcher. He leads you all to a industrial looking building. Climbing the staircase, he stops in front of a door and unlocks it.

Stepping in, you have three pairs of eyes following you.

The place definitely didn't read: ‘We're wanted criminals.’ It was almost like an office, something you didn't expect from someone like Billy Butcher.

You face towards the only other woman in the room, a woman with long black hair.

“Hi!” You wave at her. “Nice to see Butcher has a woman on his team, I can already feel the testorone building in the room."

The woman uses sign language, signing hello.

Hughie laughs, Butcher just rolls his eyes. A man with a buzzcut stands up, “She doesn't talk. Her name's Kimiko. I'm Frenchie."

"Couldn't of guessed with your accent..."

The other man in the room turns away from you, grunts rolling his eyes. "Can we just hurry this up?"

“Who are you?” you ask, curious as to why the man clearly didn't like you being here.

“That's M.M.” Frenchie looks over at him. “He's got issues with Soldier Boy.”

Soldier Boy wasn't a good person. Everyone knew that. But he was only good to you.

There was so many things Ben didn't tell you; dark things he wasn't proud of.

Butcher pulls you from your thoughts. “Now that everyones here, let's go over the plan.”

You take a seat on the couch next to Kimiko.

“Your boy’s in Russia. We have a favor to our source, kill a target. Kimiko and Frenchie are already keyed in that. Once they're finished we'll be given the location.”

Kimiko pouts, signing something to Frenchie. He shakes his head at her then shrugs.

“You don't know where he is?!”

You should've known things weren't fully fledged out, but you expected a little more especially when these people were widely known supe killers.

“Oi, calm down will ya?” Butcher shouts.

Hughie looks away, rubbing his neck. There's a lot of tension in the room...

You face Butcher. “Who’s your source?” You rub your temples, sighing.

“Russian mobster, Little Nina. Frenchie here used to have a thing for her, now he owes her a favor. She told us if he does this for her, she'll tell us where the facility is.”

There has to be more than he's letting on… “What's the catch? Surely it can't be that easy, what's the favor she want?”

Frenchie speaks up, “She needs someone killed. But not by me…” he faces Kimiko who frowns. “Kimiko is the only who can do it.”

“Why her? No offense…”

“Because she's a supe like you. Little Nina knows that Kimiko doesn't want to do it, that's exactly why. She's doing it to get to me,” He sighs.

You get up from your place on the couch, rolling your shoulders, cracking your neck. “Well, when do we leave?”

#x reader #soldier boy imagine #soldier boy x reader #the boys imagine #soldier boy x supe!reader

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roselyn-writing · 1 year

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When a rose turns black chapter 11

(A rotten fruit from a virtuous tree)

A/N: This Chapter includes mention of bleeding, disfigurement, Child Sacrificing, and stuff, so beware! It’s been a while since I wrote gore and stuff, and won’t be my last <3 Btw; This photo is taken by me ;)

The Queen of Morbidia sat alone in her office, devastated by the loss of her kingdom’s economy and financial resources. One of her councilors suggested loaning from other countries, she found this idea great but she doesn’t want to drown her country in debt. One of the councilors suggested that she goes to a mage and tell her of a magical quest that will benefit her financially.

She found this idea an absolute waste of time, she doesn’t trust mages or sorcery, But that idea gives her motivation to kill Donovan and sell his magical artifacts, Or anything related to him.

One of her councilors reminded her of her pact with King Midas, the second richest man in Virginia, she rolled her eyes in pure annoyance and scoffed.

“Of course, I remembered my pact with that arrogant fool!” She scolded him.

“I know, your majesty, but-“ he muttered, but the Queen interrupted him

“Do not! Remind me of this again!” She warned.

“Yes, Yes your majesty,” he replied.

All the councilors are shocked because of the Queen’s attitude toward the first councilor of hers, they silently disdain the Queen, One of the councilors changed the subject to a different one.

“My Queen, words spread of a different entity that eats children!” The counselor started,

“Ugh, Great! Another monster!” She scoffed, It’s like Donovan alone isn’t enough for her, another monster in the picture is way worse, How can she cope? What if the two monsters teamed up together and decided to fight the queen and her kingdom? That is too much to bare.

“It’s like that abomination isn’t enough! He attacked us, he destroyed our economy and my kingdom is not in a good condition anymore!” She grumbled she hates everything and everyone now, she even hates King Midas more.

“Your Majesty… don’t be negative, you know that most monsters do not want rivals or competition in their place,” One of the councilors pointed out, there is some truth to his statement.

“I guess you’re right,” She consented, they are right she should be positive not negative about life.

“Your Majesty, I heard that new entity only hunts Near Khÿeroma’s villages only!” One of the councilors told.

“That’s such a relief! Our Kingdom cannot bare any more problems” She breathed.

There was a hastily knock on the door, the Queen commanded them to enter.

“Enter!” She commanded.

A maiden came, “your Majesty! It’s King Midas, he is here” the maiden said.

“Good, I will come immediately!” The Queen muttered, and the maid left to do her work.

The Queen excused herself and left, as well as the councilors.

Most of the councilors are tired of the Queen, they hoped that she will soon die and her daughter rule instead of her. But, they cannot afford to show their secret perspective about the Queen, they cannot afford to let their dark secrets slip into the light. They thought that this incident would teach her something but it didn’t, she never changed, she was still the same old Queen Elysia, and nothing changed about her.

They still remembered her father, King Xavier, the kindest and wise king of Morbidia, A King who is not going to be repeated in history. But they quoted the old saying “ there is a bad seed in a virtuous tree, or, A Rotten fruit from a virtuous tree” King Xavier was Kind and wise, but not his daughter, A shame to his legacy.

If anything, There are rotten fruits from virtuous trees.

Some say children grow up to be like their parents, Wise, Righteous, and Kind-hearted, But not all children grow up to be like their fathers. Not for Ashure Ro’bey. The infamous Mage of Omenvalley.

Ashure mind’s drifts into a deep dark place, where his sick fantasies appear, Money- that’s all he thinks of Wealth, anything that he did not have as a young man. Anything that his father had taken from him to earn by working.

It never crosses anyone's mind that Ashure is a rotten fruit from a virtuous tree. Just like the case with Queen Elysia. Both are rotten, and both are bad, but their parents were good people.

Borēm, one of Ashure's best friends and personal assistant, he gave him a dagger, that is only used for sacrificing. Borēm, A Powerful mage himself has doubts too. He knows what they are doing is unforgivable, But the love for wealth and fame had blinded their eyes and their hearts. It’s such an unfortunate thing when people value money over someone's life.

Ashure Took the dagger, he looks into it. He remembered using it too many times in sacrificial rituals only. He took such sick pride in doing it too many times, even though, he didn’t earn anything for it.

But this time he will, or as he thinks so, it is nighttime in some desert area, the place is dark and eerie, and it didn’t help to ease the cries of the children That Ashure Kidnapped a while ago. If anything, they weren’t calmed at all.

The place is dark, creepy, and scary, With a huge altar sacrificial for these children. A place these horrible mages chose to be the last resting place for these poor souls.

“Please... S-Sir.. let us go” the children begged

“Hehehehahaah” Ashure only laughed at them.

“Sir… please.. we beg of you... let-let us go!” the children begged again but their pleas weren’t enough to spare them from such a fate.

“No” Ashure simply replied to them, then he motioned for Bōrem to bring them, so they can start the ritual.

“Ahhhhh. No.. no.. please sir.. no” the children cried, If only can someone hear them.

But alas, it was only a mere second and they were silenced forever, Ashure used his magic to grab them and put them on the altar table. To begin the rituals.

Ashure precisely had cut the arteries of their stomachs, necks, and their hands, Ashure, and his friend can hear the children scream in pain and agony, but they didn’t care at all, the bloodstreams were in the place like a river. In quick seconds Ashure had drawn some runes symbols on their bodies while muttering a language only the mage can recognize it. The blood still runs under them, it didn’t stop until it turns black and thick, The sand quickly absorbed their blood. Leaving only faint spots.

Arlem, the leader of the guardians that guard the underground treasures, every time, he remembers these mages doing a ritual he laughs at them. Because they can’t do it right, they can’t find the right child to sacrifice, and that child must be a “Zoris”, or otherwise, it won’t work at all.

“Ah! Ashure, reminds me again how many times you did this ritual?” He mocked them.

“Laugh all you want! But the treasure will be mine!” Ashure shot back.

“Ha! Keep dreaming!” He mocked again.

“So… you are saying the sacrifice didn’t work?” Bōrem chimed in.

“What do you think?” Arlem cruelly cackled at them

The two mages stand there in utter silence, They just sacrificed two lives for nothing at all, and the disappointment that washed over Ashure is showing. But he deserves it for doing such terrible things, if anything, this is too little compared to what he did, and what he deserves.

“Next time, please understand the context well, so that you won’t waste my time again” Arlem advised, then he left them.

“Ah damn it!” Ashure Cursed, Anger, and disappointment are showing in his voice.

“Calm down,” Bōrem told him

“I’m Calm!” Ashure declares angrily.

“Welp, If you remember; We have bigger problems at hand,” Bōrem started

“Oh yes,” Ashure muttered.

“Raqoul. We must get rid of him,” Bōrem added.

“Indeed,” Ashure replied.

“Let’s go to find a solution to this problem,” Ashure suggested, then both of them left.

Today is the day that Hadi Aepel return to his family, he missed them so much, it has been two weeks since he left. But he can’t wait to return home to his family.

Hadi finished packing all his possessions in the bag, He is now ready to leave with his friends for Al-Jahra, His hometown. He is coming home. Coming to the place that shaped him, the place he grew in with his parents. The place where the spark and love are.

It will take three hours from here but he doesn’t care, he will walk all these three hours, To return home.

“Hey! Guys! Are you ready?” A man called.

“Yes, I am ready,” Hadi replied, looking at his shoulder, He saw his friend packing their bags.

“Give us a minute!” Nadeem answered the man

“Okay,” The man said

Hadi Inhaled a large amount of fresh air and then exhaled, after he freshened up, he started to walk with his friends.

All the men are now ready to leave the camp, they left in groups on the journey to reach their hometown. Al-Jahra City.

He missed his home and his family so much, he can’t wait to see them, As they do too.

When someone thinks of a monster, they will think of an ugly scary-looking beast with huge teeth, But that’s not the case for Donkey Lady.

The Donkey Lady is a beautiful young woman with long black hair, fair skin, and light brown eyes. She resembles most of the girls in Virginia. But that’s not the case, she is a monster, a child eater, a servant of the devil donkey patron.

The Donkey Lady, unlike all monsters who love to hunt at the night, she hunts in the afternoon. Normally due to the hot temperatures in the afternoon. She picks her victims very carefully.

And, one of her victims today is two persons, A woman, and her freshly-born baby girl.

Donkey Lady had been investigating the situation of her would-be victims, she saw a young woman carrying her baby girl, the woman’s husband always leave for his work. Leaving them vulnerable to monsters or killers.

Donkey Lady changed her form into a young alive woman, she was in her undead form. But now, she isn’t. She Gracefully walks to the house where she intends to kill the owner in it.

She gently knocks on the door, and moments later a woman opened the door.

“Hi! Can I help you?” A woman beamed.

“Yes.. yes... Actually! I’m new to this city.. and..” Donkey Lady answered.

“And?” The woman repeated.

“Well... I just want to know where the market is!” Donkey Lady lied.

“Oh.. sure! Do you see those huge palm leaves? The market is on the left of them,” The woman replied, as she gave her the directions.

“Thank you!” Donkey Lady uttered then she walk away.

The woman noticed something strange about this woman, something that made her blood runs cold, she noticed that the woman has donkey-like legs, so she hurriedly closes the door and prays that she won’t come again.

But that didn’t happen.. because the same woman with donkey-like legs came again. The next day. She came again asking the same question. “Where is the market?”

The woman answered the same as the last time, “it is near those huge palm trees”,

The donkey lady leaves again, and that woman and her baby are scared to death. But the woman decided that she won’t be silent anymore, she told her neighbors of this incident, She gathered people, neighbors, family, and such, to tell them what she encountered.

“You have to believe! It is real! I’m not imagining or anything!” She pleaded.

But their response was only a deafening silence. They only gave her looks of pettiness and she is insane glares.

The woman knew that she and her child are in danger, but no one believed her or even wanted to fake believing her. She felt letdown, Everyone failed her. It is really cruel and painful when you see something and no one believes you, not even one person believed her.

they didn’t believe her, even her husband didn’t believe her. That made her devastated and sad, no one believes her, and that means no one can protect her now.

On the third day, the Donkey Lady decided that she had had enough of those mind games, she will feast today, she will eat that baby and she will enjoy such a lovely, tender meal.

She used her donkey-like ears to hear the sounds, what her ears caught is the sound of a baby crying, she knows it is the child of that woman, whom she asked where the market is.

“Ooh.. what a lovely tot!” She mused as she spins around gracefully.

“I will enjoy today~” she creepily whispered.

The donkey Lady left again to that woman, her new victim, She gently knocked on the door.

She knew that the woman is inside, but she didn’t open it for her, because she is deathly scared, Scared of her.

The Donkey Lady knocks on the door again, but there is no answer, she knocked thrice, and the last time she knocked on the door.

The donkey lady had enough now. She used her magic to open the door, it opens gently and soundlessly.

The woman was hiding under the bed, she tried to get her baby to stop crying, but she couldn’t, she is crying and crying, the mother's heart is breaking from sadness and pain, she can’t take this anymore, her heart is swelling with sorrow. She prays that someone helps her, but no one answered her prayers.

“I know you are here!” She softly says, walking near the bed, She lowers her head to see them.

“Noo nooo. Please.. please.. no.. let us go-“ the woman wailed, as she hold the tot between her arms, Her tears flood non-stop, Begging for mercy and mercy only.

“Shh... I will give you a painless swift death~” The donkey lady whispered, With a quick move of her hand, she plunged it into her chest ripping her heart out and squeezing it until it breaks and turns into dust.

The mother's corpse fell lifelessly near her baby, the baby kept crying, not knowing that her mother had just died.

“Shhh~ Beautiful thing~” Donkey Lady whispers,

Donkey Lady had scraped the woman’s face, her cheeks were bruised and bleeding, she licked the blood, enjoying it’s taste.

The baby kept crying, giving the donkey lady a thrilling, sick sensation she enjoyed to the core, she bears her fangs to the baby girl who is crying, she gently hold her as she took a bite of her cheeks, leaving a bloody gaping hole on her cheek, she munches it, she smiles as she enjoys the tender flesh of the baby, in all likelihood, if a killer had seen her, he would hate the moment he killed. She looks beastly, otherworldly, And sure, she is an abomination.

She took another bite from the cheek of the other cheeks, and the child wept in pain, but the donkey lady decided to silence the child, she sucked the child’s life essence hastily, and as the child crying died down, she finally sighs and kept feasting on the poor baby.

If only the walls can talk.. rather than just be a silent, dirty witness splattered with blood, a silent witness of this bloody hunting...

Raqoul hates everything and everyone now, Lucifer had just survived one of his ambushes, which made him boil with anger and hatred, Soon, Lucifer will fall on Raqoul’s ambushes, and he won’t survive them.

He couldn’t get why some humans love lucifer, he just can’t fathom why they love him, Lucifer betrayed Souma, the first godfather of all demons, and Lucifer killed him by poisoning his heart and taking his place. Raqoul.. will one day resurrect Souma and they together will rule the realms. He kept thinking and thinking until someone came to annoy the crap out of him. It is his half-sister. Vamonessyia.

Vamonessyia came to Raqoul, she is wearing a red seductive, short lace dress. She is beautiful, but Raqoul isn’t interested in the slightest in her, She is as he calls her “abomination” a half-Lucifer blood half-Souma blood, she is a succubus, an evil spirit, who feeds on men's life essence.

While Raqoul is a demon of desolation, he feeds on people's misfortunes, tension, fears, and Chaos. He feeds on a lot of things, especially people’s Chaos, His birthright, something linked to his name, and that is Chaos.

“Brother-“ She started, but Raqoul interrupted her harshly.

“What! You abomination!” Raqoul harshly interrupted her.

“Brother~” she whispered to him.

“I’m not your brother,” He dryly reminded.

“Eww, you are so cruel” she replied, as she faked hurt in her tone, she loves mind games, but sadly, they don’t work on Raqoul, not even one bit.

“Go away,” He dismissed her, Then he looked at his huge mirror to spy on his enemies.

Vamonessyia only gives the reaction “meh” and then she left to find new victims, she can feed on their life essence, and She will soon find them.

Raqoul didn’t care about her being happy or annoyed, he just doesn’t want her near him ever again, he soon forgot that she ever existed and kept dreaming about what if Lucifer died. What will happen? Will he be the new ruler? Or he will resurrect Souma to take his place again on the throne. A lot of questions raced to his mind. But he kept dreaming, about the day of his victory over Lucifer. The pretender, the betrayer, and the vilest creature ever.

If only.. it is a dream comes true.. but. Some dreams must die, Forever.

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Rest your head on my shoulders and left the world behind you~

Muichiro x Blind!Hungarian!Reader

Reader's pronounce: gender natrual (never mentioned)

Warnings: mention of violence and character's death, gore, dark themes, trauma(?)

Editing T-cat is here

Okay i am supposed to be sleeping so after i post this i will probably go to sleep. It's almost 9 pm and i have school tomorrow ;(

Editing T-cat out

You still remember. When you could still see.

The day you and your friend went on a walk in the nearby forest, both of you are demon slayers, you were the tsugukos of Kanroji Mitsuri the Love hashira. You told her that you only go out for a little walk with your friend (f/n). Of course she couldn't say no, how could she?

And that little walk latter turned into a race, who could collect the most mushrooms, the most beautiful flower ect, ect. You guys even talked a lot. (f/n) is like your walking translator, so she/he/they teached you a little japanese.

But nobody would have thought this innocent walk can turn into an intensive fight.

You giggled at your friend's joke "okay this was a really bad joke."

"But you laughing on it."

"I'm and it hurts my brian cells." both of you guys chuckled as you spoke "Come on let's go back." You ended your sentence as you two started to walk back. Then an idea hit your head to replay for that horrible joke.

"Kolozsváros olyan város~" (Cluj-Napoca is such a city)

"stooooop" Your fried looked at you when you started to sing.

"A kapuja kilenc záros~" (I'ts gate has nine locks)

"Don't you dare." Your friend threatened.

"Abba lakik egy mészáros kinek neve Virág János~" (In it lives a butcher whose name is Janos virag) You sing as you started to dance in the middle of the road.

"Jesus Christ here we go again...."

You giggled as you still danced as you learned in you home land. "come on you know the lyrics~" you said as you danced around your friend, and then grabbed their hand in yours, as you spined them around.

"let me hear your voice pleaseeeeee?"

"ugh fineee." you both chuckled as you continued to dance in the middle of the road.

"Konován csizma lábán van~" (Konovan boots on his feet) Sings your friend as you guys hopp around in circles.

"Sárga sarkantyú van rajta~" (It has yellow spurs on it)

"Öszeveri legény módra hull a csokros szekfű róla" (he beats in a lad mode, fall the bouquet of chariots off of it)

she sang as you guys continued to dance on the way back. But before you guys can start the last part of the song, you heard something in move in the bushes. You guys stoped every movements you guys made. And looked at the direction where the noise came from.

You guys quickly draw your swords, and....

You don't remember what happened next.

After that you woke up as you opened your eyes to see, but you see nothing. You touched the place where your eyes sopouse to be but all you could feel is bandages on your eyes.

"H-he.... Lo?" your weak voice spoke "H..... l-lo?" you spoke a little louder as you heard the door open. You turned your head to the direction of the sound as you sitted up in your... Bed?

"Ara ara (y/n)..." That voice it sounds awfully familiar. Wait. That voice..

"We thought you will never wake up!" miss Kocho spoke the way she always do. "G-good m.... ing M-miss Koc-ho" you spoke weakly. "wh-at happe.... d?"

"Can i see them now?!" a little boys voice called out from a far. You remember that voice, you know that voice. It's your beloved, the one you call yours, Tokito Muichiro's voice the Mist Hashira's. You can hear something that sounds like someone or something is pushing bodies away to get their ways close to you.

Then you hear a 1 second long pause, and then footsteps rushing to you, then two arms around your waist and someones weight on you. And some hot liquid on your shoulder. That person's grip on you thightens, as they mumble something. You could make out what it was that is kinda shocks you. "(y/n)..."

That's all you hear. Your name. Your name rolls on his tounge repeatedly. He remembers. "M-uichi-ro" you say "Y-you r-r-remember m-e?"

"Of course i do! How could i forget you?" his voice broke. As more tears got soaked in your clothes. "I've been waiting for you to wake up! You've been in a coma for 2 years!" he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out painful cries as you finally put your hand around his body, and ran your finger through his hair to comfort him that you are there. This way you told him he's not in a dream.

Miss kocho still standing and watching the whole show, as she finally got to speak.

"2 years ago you went on a walk with (f/n) and you guys got attacked on the way back by... Upper moon 5. The injuries suffered are now fully healed but sadly you lost your eyes."

"W-where is (f/n)? Can i he-ar her/him/them? Is/are she/he/they okay?" silence feel in the room only Muichiro's sobs was the only thing you could hear. Then Miss Kocho took a deep breath and...

"(f/n).... didn't.... make it. She/he/they died in her/his/thier injuries before we could found you guys, i'm sorry"

Muichiro could feel how your heart broke when Kocho said that. "oh...." that's all you could say. You wanted to cry. But you can't. It hurts to even blink. "Can I have some alone time with my love?"

She only nodded befor stepping out and closed the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone. You turned your full attention to Muichiro, who is now was still sobbing uncontrollably in your arms. "i'm here Galambom (my dove). I am right here."

"I thought you will never wake up! You scared me!" He hold onto you thighter, as he started to sob even more intensively. In response you put your head on his as you mumbled "Virág szállam...(My flower sprig)" in a sing song tone. "I thougt you will leave me here all alone!"

the thought of losing you made him cry even harder as you couldn't feel his head underneath your chin and on your shoulder, you tried to reach out to grab their cheek, as he grabbed your hand moved it to his cheek, and he nuzzle into your plam.

You wiped off of his hot tears under his eyes, as you moved your lips closer to his. When he knew what you wanted, he hold onto your shoulders as he couldn't control himself anymore, and pressed his lips against yours. You didn't blame him though, how could you? You would do the same if your lover was in a coma for 2 years straight.

You returned the kiss that turned into a long one filled with feelings, as you pulled away so the both of you could get some air. He was so tired from all the crying he rested his head on your chestas he still sobbed a little before he falled asleep easily. You lay back down your bed as you continued to play with Muichiro's hair. "Rozsám (my rose) " you say in your first language "az én egyetlen rozsám (my only rose)"

you place a kiss on his forehead as you wisperd into his hair

"Rest your head on my shoulders and leave the world behind you~"

An just like that you fell asleep while hold your flightless dove, in your hands.

#have a cup of tea! ^^#demon slayer #demon slayer x you #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro fluff #muichiro tokito #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x you #kny muichiro #sfw interaction only

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NIGHTMARE EYES PT. 1

pairing(s): steven grant/fem!oc for this part mainly (platonic dane/fem!oc, mentions of dane/sersi, eternals reference mentioned)

summary: Sunny Lee is adjusting to living in London, and a fearful encounter with a ghost leads her to hiding out at the British Museum on her way home from work.

warning(s): mental health illness, possible inaccurate depictions of DID (I tried my best to research tho in spare time, also based on events in the show), horror elements, gore/blood elements

author's note: ok so here my fic idea, but it's bare bones bc I haven't been in the best mood to write this down properly but I wanted to share this idea with everyone else. It's very messy so sorry about that. Probs some gaps in between but I'll fill it in a more edited version.

Other than that enjoy this word vomit bullet point for my fic idea.

Red italicized is Izanami either speaking or in Sunny's head & italicized is speaking in Korean

NEXT》

5 years. 5 years had passed since the Snap. Half of the entire population of the Earth disappeared. And only 1 year since the Avengers correct that.

5 years, yet it felt like 5 seconds to her. She remembers being in her room. Her brother had just turned 18 last she saw him. He'll be 24 in less than 2 months from now. She was supposed to be 34 but Sunny Lee still sees herself as 28, it was the age she last remembered her to be prior to the Snap.

The Blip returned the missing other billions of people on Earth, but there was still the aftermath to deal with. People lost their jobs, homes, their livelihood from the past 5 years. Sunny was fortunate enough that her parents still lived in the same house she disappeared in before explains to her what happened.

And with her return, a voice screeched so loudly in her head.

"Thank goodness, that you're back! Ungrateful that the other gods from the other pantheons did nothing to restore the balance of life and death?! Absolutely wretched--"

"Shut up."

Ok that was a bad idea to say that to a goddess, but her head was spinning. Thankfully the voice didn't say any more, she assumed that the goddess knew that her mind was still processing things..

What did her parents and siblings mean that 5 years has passed? It was still 2018 right? Right?!

Unfortunately it was not, its now 2024, a year passed since then and now Sunny is living in London. A new work opportunity arrived through her old college friend Dane. Said that there was a teaching position open to teach kids about palentology, her second love next to photography and painting. Blame Jurassic Park for that.

She took it, not like she had any other options since her old job unofficially let her go within the last 5 years she was gone. Great.

So here she was.

"Ugh. What a day." Another day of teaching. She didn't mind though, the kids were nice and they were interested in today's topic.

"Rough day with the kids?" Dane asked. The two were off and were walking down the road to the bus.

"When is it not? I love the kids but sometimes they're a bit to rowdy for me. Maybe I should switch to teaching college student like you."

"Well you know me, children make me nervous."

"So I've heard many times before," she scoffed. A sudden silence fell among them before she spoke again, "anyways how are you holding up? You know with Sersi and, erm, well...."

Though she wouldn't have believed herself unless she saw it (and she did while the 3 of them were walking home from work when some creature attacked them, and she thought she had it bad with the ghosts, she also admitted to Dane that she sees ghost, he took it oddly well), but Dane girlfriend was apparently an alien wizard? Well maybe not a wizard (but her tricks sure damn make her seem like one) but an alien for sure.

She had apparently been taken back by...whatever that thing was that took her. And apparently Dane hadn't been doing to well. How could she blame him, they were the sickly epitome of the "honeymoon phase" it was obvious he was devastated he couldn't do anything.

"My best...as best I can really," lately Dane had been distant. Their usually nightly talks on the phone were cut short along with their Tuesday night karaoke and drinks which had all ceased together. Sunny thinks it's because of what happened with Sersi so she didn't push.

"Ok. Ok," she nods, she didn't want to say anymore. Or at least nothing he haven't heard before. She can relate to what it's like to lose someone. Although Sersi wasn't dead, not to their knowledge at least (they're hopeful that she still alive, but maybe imprisoned of sorts with the other remaining Eternals that were on Earth).

"Well what about you, last we talked, you were complaining about being a bit lonely."

"Oh let it go. I was going through a sad episode after watching my dramas," she groaned as the atmosphere around them lightened a bit.

"Perhaps it's time to go on a date, you know use those silly old dating apps instead of letting the voice in your head lead you to the catacombs" oh pass! No way she'll do that.

"Yeah no, I don't think so...." she mutters.

"Fine well then at least try to meet new people, I'm worried that I'm the only friend you have." Ouch. Harsh but true.

"You are the only friend I have."

"See!" "Don't see me! You know exactly why you're my only friend! You think people can accept the notion of someone seeing ghosts so easily like you?!"

The two continued bickering until a cab pulled up before them.

"Are you sure you don't want me to see you home?" Dane asked, "You know I wouldn't mind."

"I'm fine, I've been doing this since I've gotten here, plus I doubt the God in my head would let me die from some petty mugging," she told him, pushing him into the cab first, insisting that she'll just take the next one.

Dane seemed apprehensive, but relented after threatening her to text him as soon as the next cab arrived and once she was home (or if any trouble happens, thought it went unsaid).

Once he was gone, she stood in place, waiting for the next cab. She was alone with her thoughts, oddly it was peaceful not to hear the goddess' voice every second and to also not be forced to help a very deadly ghost pass onto the next life.

She notices the headlights of a cab come close and raises her hand to hail it over when she took notice of a woman just a few feet away from her.

Huh. How come she didn't notice the woman before? The cab was nearing close, and usually Sunny would let the woman go first, but she's tired and also clearly exhausted. Plus it was late and she was here first.

"Excuse me, I hate to be like this but I was hear first," she said slowly, the woman turned her head. Odd, why would anyone be wearing sunglasses at night?

An odd chill ran down her spine as she shifted in her place uncomfortably. I mean, the woman did see her waiting for the cab first right?

"I mean...you did see me standing here first right?" She voiced her thoughts out. There was a short silence before the woman replied.

"I didnt..." the woman's hand reached toward her glasses before pulling it off, "I can't see."

She lets out a yelp before using one hand to cover her mouth. In place of where the woman's eyes were supposed to be, were instead two bloodied, gouged out holes. HOLY FUCKINF SHIT!! She wants to cry, she's gonna fucking cry!

She took a step back as the ghost had her hands out, trying to find where Sunny was.

She stared at the ghost, slowly inching more and more away until her feet accidentally knocked some trash over, gaining the ghost attention and grabbed her arm, making her jump.

A scream left her lips as she tore her arm away from the ghost and fell backwards. Forget the damn cab! She need to gtfo of here now!

Without a second thought she got back up (stumbling a bit) and turned back to run, God knows where though.

Tbh maybe should should have thought this through as she ran down the streets with a blind ghost slowly following behind but the fear when the ghost had grabbed her made her lose all rationale honestly

While Sunny was running away in panic, a certain Goddess watching, shaking her head.

"Hm, its always the scary ones she attracts hm?" The goddess mumbles before following after.

Tbh she had been running for a bit now and she could still hear the ghost trailing slowly behind. Maybe she needed a place to hide while the ghost passes.

Sure, but where the fuck is she gonna hide at?? She glanced across the street and saw the British Museum. She quickly makes her way to the front to see it was still open despite it being so late. Great, hiding spot found!

She didn't waste time as she slipped through the door, crouching behind a pillar close to the entrance. She waited as she saw the ghost across the street. A few moments of lingering before the ghost disappeared into a different direction. Oh thank god--

"Hello?" She lets out a scream as she turned to see a man with dark curls and very tired brown eyes.

The man jumps at her scream, dropping the two boxes he was carrying in his hands and was trying to calm her down, "Oh god, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that! I'm such a bloody knob!" He apologized. Sunny calmed herself, taking a deep breath and placed one hand on the pillar she was leaning on and the other one her hips.

"Oh God, no, I-um-" she took another deep breath before turning to him. Oh shit, its her cute neighbor! And here she was looking like a mess in front of him, so much for making a good first conversation with him.

"Um, it's fine, sorry," she said again, "I was...erm I was just hiding out for a bit, you know?" She shrugged not really trying to give out anymore info than needed.

"Oh? Like from some shoddy ex or something like that?" He guessed. Oh great, a perfect lie to bounce off of now! Thank you cute neighbor!

"Yeah, something like that," she lied. You know like a liar. She cleared her throat before standing up straight, "Again, I'm sorry for screaming like that, I was kinda pumped full of adrenaline from running to find a hiding spot."

"Oh no, it's quite alright, I should be the one to apologize, I don't know why I thought it'd be smart of me to sneak up on a very pretty woman like you, you just seemed familiar for a moment that's all," he said, rambling over his words.

What? She blinked, taking in his words before saying: "You think I'm pretty????" The way his eyed grew comically large would have made her laugh if it weren't for the fact she's still a bit on edge from the ghostly encounter she had (and maybe slightly stunned from his comment).

"O-oh well, I mean yes, but-oh bullocks, I mean I'm sure you've probably heard this before from others, yeah?" He stutters, a big flush on his cheeks. She blinks.

"You're cute, bus boy," she says. Well at least they both made a fool out of themselves in front of each other.

"Sorry?" He blinks this time.

"Um, well we're neighbors, kinda, we also take the same bus every morning, sometimes you sleep on my shoulders when you sit down next to me." And you're cute but she doesn't say it out loud this time.

Hearing this his face becomes even more red upon hearing this. "Oh bloody-! No wonder you look familiar, I'm terribly sorry about that, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you--"

"Its fine, you looked like you needed it so I didn't bother waking you up usually," she answered with a smile.

She glanced at the fallen box filled with assortment of items, paperweight, plushies, and some other trinkets, "Oh god I'm sorry, here let me help you!"

"No, no, it's fine-" he tried to stop her but she's already reaching down to pick everything up for him, and picked up one of the boxes, "Its fine, it was my fault to begin with, me sneakin' up on you."

"Its alright, it's the least I could do for making you drop everything, I did look kinda suspicious hiding over here."

"Maybe just a bit," Ooh, he's a little sassy one huh. She lets out a soft chuckle.

"Sorry," she says, still holding the box in hand before realizing, "O-oh uh, where would you like me to put these at?" she asks. He blinks as if he in deep thought before she spoke to him.

"Oh yes, right! Well if you're going to be stubborn about it," he led her back to the gift shop where he was planning on restocking before the end of his shift. He stumbles overs his words as he introduced himself. Steven Grant. Steven with a V, he added.

Cute, she thinks.

She followed him where he told her that he worked at the museum's gift shop.

"Really meet any interesting people that stop by?" She asked.

"Not really," he shrugged, "Usually, just the normal tourists and students from school trips, but even then they don't seem as interested in most of the exhibits," he sighs, placing one box on the front table. She did the same with the box in her hands and noticed how Egyptian theme was their main seller.

"Cute," she mutters as she picked up a hippo plushie, playing with its arms. Steven smiles as she handed the plush to him.

"Not exactly accurate if you ask me, yeah?" He says, "This is supposed to be the goddess Taweret. She represents motherhood and childbirth, there's myths of her having a violent nature hence why shes usually depicted as a hippo," Steven explains before moving onto the plushie of Anbuis. Sunny smiled and nodded as he went off an Egyptian tangent.

She was impressed and genuinely intrigued, he was like walking Egyptian Wikipedia. The way his eyes lit up as he talked about Egypt was endearing, it made him more lively. Thinking on this, she found it odd if he knew so much on ancient Egyptian civilization and culture.

"Why are you a gift shopist if you know so much about Egypt?" She couldn't help but ask, "I'm sorry but wouldn't you be best suited as maybe one of the tour guides instead?" Once she saw him visibly deflate she felt her heart clench.

"Unfortunately no one's interested in me being a tour guide, too bloody useless as my boss always says," SAYS WHO?!

"Wae?! Who said that huh?! I dont think you're useless Steven, maybe a little dorky but definitely not useless," she said, "If you ask me, I think you'd make a great tour guide!"

He was startled by the sudden Korean, but his eyes lit up at what he did understand, cheeks now pink, "You think so?"

"Of course, anyone who take one look at you when you talk about Egypt would know how knowledgeable you are," she said.

Steven smiles at her, eyes bright and wide. She felt her heart burst at how absolutely stunning he looks.

"I'm sorry I realize we've been talking for a bit but I haven't gotten your name," he said.

"Oh. Oh! Right, I'm Sunny," he give her a look, "It's not actually my name, its a nickname since people tend to mispronounce my name often," she added.

Sunny, cute nickname, he thinks.

"Yeah, I can relate with others not getting your name right too," he mutters. Remembering how his coworkers barely remember to get his name right. Before he could say anything else, a loud voice interrupted two.

Apparently it was his boss, a short blonde woman that kept chewing on some gum. Sunny frowned as she berated Steven. How could anyone be mean to someone so cute like him? He was a precious puppy.

She's gonna protect this puppy now.

His boss continued to chew him out for bothering the guest. He makes himself look small, a stark contrast to how he looked just minutes earlier as she continued to berate and call him useless.

She didn't like that at all.

"Actually, I'm just waiting for Steven to finish up soon, we have plans to grab some late night tea and snacks before heading back home," Sunny said. The woman looks up at her, eyeing her up and down.

"Stevie, I didn't think you'd had it in you," his boss said, "Or any friends for that matter." Tf does that supposed to mean?! He's a literal cutie pie!

She sees the look he has, exhausted. Exasperated even, with a tinge of hurt in his eyes at her last comment. An absolute bitch.

Confrontation wasn't something she was found of, she liked to stay in her lane and minded her own business. Her eyes glance back over at Steven and she stand ups straight.

She could tell that the blonde woman was relishing in Steven's nervousness as he looked down at his feet.

Yeah, she really doesn't like that at all.

"Well, I can assure Steven is much more capable than you think, Miss..." She glanced down at her name tag, "...Donna..." she says with a tight lipped smile, "Quite dependable, really, unlike some who people I've seen so far," Steven face flushed under Sunny's comment.

"In fact Steven here was also telling me some interesting facts about the mueseum, I was disappointed to hear that he wasn't a tour guide here, I'm sure the children I teach would have loved him," she said, "Suppose I'll have to find some other museum that seems to have more competent workers that don't berate other employees for helping out their patrons. Oh what a shame," she says, feigning a look of disappointment on her face.

The way Donna puffs her cheeks, Steven couldn't help but stare in awe. Bloody fantastic she was. Sunny smiled as she could tell the woman was trying to think of a remark but left, not before yelling at Steven to go back to work.

Once she was gone, Steven took a deep breath before turning back to her, "That was bloody brilliant," he says, "I can't believe you just did that," a short laugh escapes from his lips, "You don't know how many times I've wanted to tell her off," he said.

"Neither did I, not really a fan of confrontation but I couldn't stand there and let her put you down like that," Sunny said. He felt himself in a daze, wondering how he ended up here.

He was having a bad day, he woke up late and missed the bus (barely making it to work but was still chewed out by Donna). He had to deal with irritable customers for the whole day and he was going to restock the gift shop before leaving when he stumbled into Sunny and now here he was.

"You really didn't have to wait for me, dear," Steven said as he restocked the display front.

"It's fine, I get to hide out here as well so it's a win-win for me," she replied.

"From your ex, right?" He asked, "Well they must be a right twit for bothering you to this extent?"

"Uh yeah, the ex..." she nodded, looking away from him. Definitely not the ghost she was trying to hide from. Tbh she rather be faced with a pushy ex than this, at least she could punch them in face for bothering her. Ghosts not so much...

Once Steven was done with his shift, the two left the museum (although Sunny took a moment to gaze around the area before moving, not taking another chance to encounter another ghost) they made their way towards a korean food truck. She ordered him some kimbap (veggie, rice, seaweed roll) since he had mentioned that he was vegan.

Steven was nervous, he's never has anyone to walk home with. Especially a very pretty woman. One that's also his neighbor as well. He held the, oh what did she call it? Kimbap? In one hand as she explained what it was made of to him.

He felt his heart squeeze as she took into note that he was vegan (despite that it was just a simple offhand comment). He's never tried Korean food before, so he was ecstatic to try it out.

They sat down by a fountain, eating their food. It was fucking delicious.

"Oh wow, never tried korean cuisine before," he took a bit of his kimbap. Her eyes lit up as she leaned close to him.

"Oh you should come over to my place, I can cook some for you if you'd like!" She suggested, eating some of her dumplings. He thought he was gonna choke. He coughed as she reached over and patted his back.

"Oh my god, are you alright, Steven?!" He took a moment before telling her that he was fine.

"J-just startled that's all," he says. His face was burning now. After they ate, they headed back home, once they neared the front of their apartment.

After that night, the two seemed to continued to talk to one another, walking to the bus stop and meeting each other for lunch.

Dane gave her an earful when he found out what happened but it quickly turned to teasing as he found out how she fancies her neighbor.

"Is that him?" Dane pointed out one day as the two were walking out of the classroom to see Steven nervously standing by the entrance, clutching his messenger bag, "He definitely your type," he nods.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" She elbows him before making her way towards Steven, "Steven, what are you doing here?" She asked. He smiles before noticing Dane. He felt his chest tighten and frowns slightly. Jealousy was a disease they say. Although Steven doesn't really want to admit such a thing.

"I had an early shift today and I thought of visiting you," he said, "Even bought some lunch for you as well," he added.

She felt her heart swell. Why was he such a cute and sweet guy? Dane cleared his throat, gaining both of their attention, "Oh, right! Steven this is Dane. Dane, Steven," she introduced. The two men stare one another, staring each other down before Steven smiles.

"Cheers, mate," he said, "I don't think she's mentioned you before."

Dane looks at her and grins. She's gonna kill him.

"Oof, this is how you treat your best friend?" Dane feigned hurt, "Well, she's mentions you often," Dane teases, "Something about the cute gift shopist that likes to eat her homemade kimbap."

She smacks Dane before turning to Steven, telling him to ignore her before she leads him away, "Have fun, remember to stay safe! And don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Dane calls out.

Yeah she's definitely gonna kill him.

So, Sunny's sure she has a huge crush on Steven. I mean who wouldn't? Hes a sweet and charming man with the most kindest eyes. And Steven had definitely fancied Sunny ever since he saw her moved in and the time he saw her talking on the phone when she stepped onto the lift (he would die before he'd admit that to her). But ofc the two were nervous to make any moves on each other.

Steven decided to wait until she was done with her job before they walked home. Truthfully he knew she was teacher, but he didn't know she working here. He was in awe at some of the displays and artworks. Once they had lunch, he sat in the back of the classroom when the students returned.

And goodness did he gush as she interacted with the children. He felt his cheek hurt at how much he was smiling as she knelt down and use two toy dinosaurs for her presentation. The way childen giggled and laugh at her quips and how eager they all looked.

Ok maybe, yeah. Maybe it might be more than a crush for him (again he'll die before he admits it out loud to her or anyone else for that matter).

Once done for the day, they left. They talked on the bus ride, mostly Steven asking her more about her job.

Sunny obliges and tells him how she originally was a photographer for an art exhibit before working her (she leave out the details of her being blipped tho) and had doubled majored in photography and palentology.

Steven thought the combination was odd until she told him she was loved Jurassic Park with the brightest gleam in her eyes.

Cute. He makes a note to watch Jurassic Park to talk to her about it at a later date.

They soon arrived at the front of their apartment complex. As they walked near the entrance, Sunny noticed something in the corner of her eyes.

She jumps as she saw Izanami standing across the street. The goddess stared at her, dressed in a black stylish dress and held a black umbrella in one had and wilted white lilies in in other. What the fuck, always the one for dramatic huh?! Why couldn't she just leave her alone?!

Seeing this Steven placed a hand on her shoulders. "Are you alright, love?" He asked.

"Uh, y-yeah, let's go in, it's starting to become a bit chilly," she said, taking his hand and headed inside, taking the elevator to their floor.

Steven berated himself for acting like a stupid school boy with a crush as she held his hand. Feeling flustered and his hands becoming clammy.

She hastily pushed Steven inside first before taking a quick glance back to see the goddess gone. A soft sigh left her lips before she heard a voice.

"Make haste, dear, the spirits are growing restless tonight."

SHUT UP Sunny thinks as she lead Steven to the lift.

Steven doesn't say it but he noticed the shift in her posture suddenly. She's jittery and her hands are shaking. He wonders if she saw something that spooked her.

She leans and press the button to their floor, when she hears it.

"3rd floor please..." "Oh sure," she mutters to herself. "Who are you talking to, love?" Steven asks.

Sunny blinks. She looks back at him before glancing over her shoulders quickly and she sees it.

The head of a pale, ghastly woman hanging from the top of the lift. She feels her legs about to give out and grips Steven's shoulder from falling.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" "Y-yup just peachy!" She stuttered and leaned against the wall next to the buttons, hastily pressing on the open doors button.

"Are you sure you're quite alright? You're looking quite pale now! Are you feeling sick?"

"I think I just need some air, don't worry much about it, look see where here!" As soon as the door open she stumbled out and took a deep breath.

Steven doesn't say anything but he's concerned for her and helps her to her flat with his arms wrapped securely around her, "Are you sure you're quite alright, do you need me to call someone to take care of you? I would offer to stay but I don't want to overstep if it makes you uncomfortable," he added.

She was about to reply when the lights in hall started flickering. Steven looks up frowning, "Bloody hell, there's always something wrong with these damned lights. I should call it in for the landlord tonight."

Sunny knows it wasn't some faulty electricity or wiring going on, she glance behind him and saw another ghost. This one more gruesome than the one she saw in the lift.

She did her best not to throw up at the sight.

It stood tall, its neck longated and twisted. Warts and puss all around with two dark holes where she assume it's eyes were supposed to be.

She stumbles back against the door, staring at the creature. Steven asks her again what's wrong and notices her staring behind him. He tried to glance but she heard a voice to stop him.

"If he glances at the creature, it'll follow him."

"No wait!" She grasp his head to look at her instead. Faces close to each other. She feels her cheeks heat up as she stares into his eyes then at his lips. He does the same thing.

Before long she pulled him closer for a kiss, it wasn't long but she hoped it was enough for the spirit to disappear from them. He took a second to process her lips on his before slowly kissing back. The kiss was awkward, a simple peck on the lips before she felt him press his lips harder against her. It was oddly cute how he tried his best. Had it been anyone else she'd stop and cringe. After a few seconds, she pulled away and glanced behind him again.

The spirit was gone for now. She lets out a sigh and placed her head on his chest before it suddenly hits her.

Oh god.

OH MY GOD!

She stares back at Steven who seemed just as shocked as she was. He was in a daze, blinking every so seconds to fully process what had happened.

"Oh," she squeaks, pulling away from him as she covers her lips with her hands. What the fuck. She can't believe she did that.

"I..." he opens his mouth, but Sunny doesn't want to hear him, scared that he might have regretted it.

"Bye!" She opens the door to her flat and slams the door in his face before he could say any more. She leaned against the door and slid down to sit on the floor of her flat, face red and in hand from embarrassment.

"What the fuck," she gasps softly, "Why? Why did I do that?! Oh God, he's never gonna want to talk to me again!"

Meanwhile, Steven stood outside dumbly. He blinked and he was suddenly home, he glanced around and felt his eyes grow heavy and tired. He didn't want to sleep just yet, he want to go up to her door and ask her if she felt the same. Maybe take her out on a date.

Steven blacks out.

ONE WEEK LATER

Sunny sighed as she sat in her room. It's been a week since she kissed Steven that night. No calls, texts, and anything. She hadn't seen him either. She knew she shouldn't have done that and shut the door on him out of panic. Maybe at least talk to him to apologize for that part, and tell him to forget it if he didn't have any feels for her outside of platonic ones. God she's an absolute idiot.

She would have thought he was ignoring her but she hadn't seen him all week, even his bitchy boss said Steven hadn't been in. So where was he?

Apart of her was worried something has happened to him. God forbid that was the case.

She was deep in thought when she heard the door knock. Sighing, she stood up and opened the door. She was startled to see Steven at the door.

His posture too. Steven was always hunched over to a degree, keeping his head down and arms fidiling with the sleeve of his shirt. Now he was standing straight and more loose compared to before. He even looked taller despite how they were close in height.

"Steven? Oh my god, are you alright? Where were you? I haven't seen you all week!" Before she could ask him anymore, he placed his hands on her cheeks. She stopped, taking in his appearance.

Instead of his usual wide and soft eyes they looked different. Hard, sharp, narrowed and almost wild--feral even.

She blinks, "S..Steven?"

This kiss was hard, filled with fire and passion. He lightly nipped and sucked on her bottom lips. Definitely more experienced than the first one. Shivers ran down her back as one hand went down to the small of her back and pulled her closer, as if scared that she would disappear from his grasp.

He stared at her, thumbs brushing against her cheeks as if taking in this moment before he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, unlike that night she kissed him -- soft lips pressed together and nervous teeth clattering together -- that kiss was inexperienced and gentle.

This was different.

When he pulled away, he panted heavily as he press his forehead against hers. Her cheeks were flushed as he pressed her body against his, she didn't realize it before but Steven was surprisingly muscular. Oh god how didn't she notice that before until now?!

"...can I take you on a date?" He says softly, but his voice was low and deeper than usual, and she thinks his accent is slightly different than his usually posh Brit one. She thinks it's because of the lack of air from the kiss just now and doesn't think much on it.

No thoughts, head empty from the kiss.

"Hm?!" She squeaks at his response. He lets out a low chuckle and pecks her lips.

Was that a fucking smirk? Since when did Steven know how to smirk???

Her mind was swirling as she tried to process what had happened. But it's fried.

He ran one hand down her back and rested it on her hip, "A date," he says, "Can I take you out on one? This Friday, I heard there's a good steakhouse," he added.

"....okay."

"I, uh," she blinked once more, "but aren't you vegan?" She asked.

He chuckles again. "Yeah, but I wanted to give you a good time," he said with such ease. Like he knew she would ask him that, "Don't worry about me, I can just order some salad for myself."

He smiled softly, this time. Resembling more of how she remembers him as, but it was off somehow, "Great." He kissed her lips once again, "I'll text you the details, night," he added before leaving.

Sunny blinks.

So she guesses she has a date this Friday now.

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 22

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Finally, it’s time for everything to come to an end.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of abuse, violence, gore, blood and death. There is weapon use in this chapter.

The door opened, letting the light shine in again. You didn’t even bother lifting your head. Everything in your body ached. How long have you been here? You weren’t really sure anymore.

“Breakfast.” The sound of the tray being placed down.

“Not hungry...” You mumbled, pressing your cheek against your arm as you looked to the side. Then you felt a light nudge against your ankle. That made you lift your head slightly. Instead of sitting at his usual corner, he was sitting opposite you, the tray between you.

“Eat.” He said.

“I’m not hungry right now.”

“Why?” You didn’t even reply to that. You let out a yawn, followed by a sigh. The tray was pushed against your leg again.

“You’ll need the energy.” He said, undoing the binds around your wrists. You didn’t really understand what he meant but you also didn’t really have the mood to banter today.

“Eat.” He repeated. When he was done, he stood up straight and headed back to his same spot to sit. You gave him a look, pushing the food around the tray.

“Thanks...” You murmured and took your first bite. Unlike your other meal chats, you were silent, taking small bites of your food here and there.

“I’m done.” You pushed the tray away. More than half the tray of food was left. The tray was picked up, followed by retreating footsteps and the door closing. You stared at the wall until you realised.

He didn’t bind your hands back.

“What...?” You looked around to see if there was someone else in the room. This wasn’t a trap. You scrambled around until you saw, under the water bottle left behind, a key was hidden.

“Please, please.” You chanted, jamming the key into the keyhole on the ankle brace. When the lock shifted, you almost cried out in relief.

“Where’s the exit?” You bunched up your skirt, trying your best to tie it together so it wouldn’t hinder you when you run. The first thing you did was press your ear to the door to hear for footsteps. There were no sounds outside but you still poked your head out to look first. The coast was clear so you made a break for it, running down the hallways.

“Come on.” You panted, trying to find the exit but this place seemed like a maze. You guessed that you were probably in some warehouse, judging by the sheet metal walls and concrete floors.

“She’s gone!”

“Find the girl!”

“This way!” You heard shouts behind you and quickened your pace. But all the hallways looked the same. You just kept running, hoping to find an open door or exit soon.

“Aish!” Someone grabbed your wrist, yanking you to hide behind another wall. You pressed your back against the wall, seeing two guys run past you.

“Why are you still here?” The male beside you panted.

“I couldn’t find the exit. This place is a freaking maze.” You said through gritted teeth. He shook his head. As you were opening your mouth to speak again, he hushed you, taking his pistol out of his holster.

“Take this.”

“Are you crazy?! I can’t shoot a gun.”

“I’m not asking you to go crazy and start shooting up the place. Just use it to get away if you need to. Pull this back, aim and shoot. I’ll buy you some time. The exit is down this hallway, make a right. Now go!” He shoved you in the direction of said exit. You turned to look back.

“What about you?” You panicked.

“Just go! I’m buying you time. And I have an extra.” He waved his spare pistol in the air. Even if you wanted your freedom, you were still hesitant.

“Go and don’t look back.” He said before separating from you. You continued running, shaky hands holding onto the gun by your side. Finally, at the end of the hallway, you saw the door.

“Please.” When the knob turned, your heart soared. Was this really the thing separating you from your freedom now?

“Where do you think you’re going?” One of the men stood on the other side of the door. You didn’t have a choice, you lifted the gun. The male took a weary step back.

“Just let me go. And I won’t shoot.” You threatened.

“Well...” You saw his hands moving to reach for his weapon. On instinct you clicked the gun and shot his shoulder. He cried out in shock as he went down.

“Move again and you’re dead.” You held the gun over him as you clicked it into place again. But your victory was short lived when you felt an arm wrap around your neck. You would have thrashed around or try to hit him but you felt the coolness of a blade press against your neck, right where you jugular was. That made you immobile.

“Drop the gun.” He said into your ear. You were defeated, dropping the weapon onto the ground.

“Walk.” He pulled you backwards and you followed, your feet shuffling backwards. You watched with longing eyes as the door got further and further. Just like that, whatever light you saw slowly disappeared.

“Tell boss I found the girl.” He told another person before throwing you back into that room.

“Oh doctor, you just had to try and escape. That’s cute.” The boss said, circling around you. You panted, lifting your head to shoot him a glare.

“You even shot one of my men. I’m impressed.” He clapped.

“But because of you...” The boss waved for the other men to bring in the male who helped you escape. He had been roughed up for sure, his eye was bruised and parts of his face swollen up.

“Take it out on me. Leave him out of this.” You growled.

“Aww, isn’t that cute? Both of you fighting to play the hero. But unfortunately, this is a matter of betrayal.” The boss kicked him, making the already injured male groan in pain. He managed to peep open his eyes to make eye contact with you.

“But first, tell me, boy. Why betray your family? Don’t tell me you have fallen for her charm like those stupid Bangtan boys.” He threw his head back in laughter.

“Family?” He scoffed but coughed right after, spewing out blood.

“I took you in, took care of you and provided for you. This is how you repay me?” He began to rain more punches and kicks on the boy, making him wince and moan in more pain.

“Stop it!” You shouted.

“Don’t worry, doc. I promise, after this, it’s your turn.” He laughed. That was when he took his gun out, the other men that watched lifted the boy up for their boss to press the barrel of the gun right against his forehead. Your heart sank. This boy didn’t deserve to die for helping you. Now you regretted everything that you ever said to him.

“Any final words?” The boss asked.

“It’s all my fault, I never should have...” You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“It’s not your fault... It was me, holding onto the last bit of my independence.” He smiled before a deafening bang sounded through the room. Blood spattered out from the back of his head and onto the wall, the bullet having gone right through.

“Hasn’t there been one time where you felt that you could never do anything for yourself? Then when you’re given that bit of independence, to finally do something for yourself, that’s all you want to hold onto?”

Those were your words.

“That was touching.” The boss wiped a fake tear. The body fell forward, a small blood pool forming under his head. You wanted to throw up.

“Now, as for you, doctor.” The boss turned to you.

“Just shoot me.” You dared, done with all this. Maybe death was really the better option now.

“Tempting but no can do. I need you here for the final show. And our main guests aren’t even here yet. But don’t worry, you won’t wait too long. I think they’ll be here very soon.” The boss smiled.

“Rough her up before they come.” The boss told him men before leaving.

“Finally. Payback. After what Jungkook did to me back then.” The petty male landed the first punch, followed by kicks. Usually, you were try to cocoon yourself to protect yourself but you just couldn’t take your eyes off the bleeding body before you. His eyes were still open, staring at you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered to him as you cried silently.

“Remember our priority. Get (y/n) out of there. Then we kill the boss.” Namjoon reminded. The 6 boys nodded their heads. They were getting close to finding you and bringing you home.

“Whoever finds (y/n) first, just take her to one of the cars and get her to the nearest hospital. The rest of us will handle the boss.” Jin said.

“Let’s go.” They all ran towards the big warehouse. With every other possible hideouts having been search and burnt, this was the only place left. When the men saw them, they immediately got into position, their boss having told them prior to expect the 7. But all the boys saw was red. Bullets were shot and blades were swung.

“Ugh!” Jimin went down as he was attacked by two men but Taehyung swung his bat, hitting one straight in the head while Jimin drove his sword into the other’s abdomen.

“Thanks.” Jimin nodded to Taehyung, running forward and jumping to hide slash as a few men. Jungkook tackled some men to the ground.

“We’re wasting time.” Hoseok grunted as he shot someone. Jin used the handle of his gun to knock some guys out.

“Split up!” Yoongi shouted and they all went their separate directions.

“Watch my back.” Yoongi said to Hoseok and Jimin as he checked the rooms. They were all empty, except for some storage items. Namjoon and Jin opened a room, where more men of the gang were. That led to more wasted time trying to fight them off. Taehyung and Jungkook moved together.

“Damn our luck. I hope the others were better than us.” Jin laughed sarcastically as Namjoon punched some men. He reloaded his guns and shot at whoever tried to come at them.

“Jungkook! Get down!” Taehyung pulled the maknae down. Although they wanted to fight, they had to save energy and ammo.

“Find them! They’re somewhere around here.” A group of men ran past them.

BEEP BEEP

“Yoongi hyung’s team found the boss.” Jungkook said as he checked his pager. Once the coast was clear, they moved to the location that was sent to them. The 7 of them met up again.

“He's in there. I heard the men talking.” Jimin informed. With that, Jungkook backed away slightly before kicking the door down and running in. The boys all stood there, blood staining their clothes. They could feel it, the end of everything was nearing. As they came face to face with their enemy, the one who took you.

“Welcome.” He smirked from his comfortable spot on the couch.

“Where is she?!” Jimin pointed his katana at him, the blade merely a few inches from his face.

“Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He taunted, waving his hand. That was when you were brought in, kneeling in front of the couch. Your dress was dirtied and you were beaten up, bruises and cuts littering your face and limbs.

“(y/n)...” Jungkook called out softly. Your eyes were lidded as you swayed dangerously. You were losing consciousness, fast. It was obvious from the dried blood trail on your temple. Even when a pistol was pressed to the back of your head in a threatening manner, you didn’t flinch. The boys took a step forward.

“One more step...” The boss threatened and the male that held the pistol clicked the gun into place.

“What do you want?” Namjoon growled.

“Oh, how great man fall. All for a single woman. Honestly, I couldn’t believe my ears when I was told that the dangerous Bangtan had fallen for a girl, some doctor. That was until I saw it for myself.” He started.

“I wanted to know just what about her was able to bring the 7 of you to your knees. Then, I met her.” He turned to you.

“I can see why you all adore her.” Using his finger, he lifted your chin. There were a few growls and fist clenches. He side eyed the boys, liking the reaction that he was getting out of them.

They hated it. They hated the fact that you were right in front of them and yet, they couldn’t save you if they wanted you alive. They hated that they were the reason that you were in this position. You weren’t supposed to be here, you were supposed to be well protected in their house, there to heal them when they got hurt.

“I’ll ask again. What is it you want?” Namjoon asked through gritted teeth. They were all resisting the urge to shoot the man in front of them.

“The Bangtan empire. You all don’t deserve what you have. You don’t have what it takes to run such an empire when you’re so weak for a mere woman.” The boss said in frustration.

“That’s it? You want money? Our companies?” Yoongi glared.

“Sure.” The boss shrugged. The boys were suspicious. There was no way this man went through all this trouble just for their empire.

“Take it.” Jin said.

“Also, I might keep the doctor with me. She’s fun to have around. Her skills and feisty attitude would be a great addition to my gang.” He smirked. This man was just playing them now.

“Over my dead body.” Taehyung sneered. Whatever it is, they were going to make sure that you went home with them today. Alive.

“Looks like we have a problem then.” The boss grinned.

“Take one step closer.” Hoseok threatened the few men he saw slowly getting closer. It was obvious that they were waiting for the boys to put their guard down attacking them.

“I changed my mind, I don’t just want your empire.” The boss shrugged. That had been the goal all along. He wanted to make sure that Bangtan is ended here, permanently. And that he would be the one to end them. Namjoon’s eyes followed the movements of the boss.

“Unfortunately, you don’t have the upper hand. Unless you want to say goodbye to the doctor.” He smirked at Namjoon.

“Drop your weapons. Go on.” He commanded. One by one, the boys dropped their weapons. With another wave of the hand, the men moved in on them. The boys grit their teeth, fighting to urge to fight back as they were hit.

“See? Weak.” The boss scoffed.

BANG!

The boys froze, turning around. Everyone else stopped. That was when they saw the man, who was holding the gun to your head, on the ground, dead. You stood shakily, holding the pistol in your hand as you aimed directly at the boss.

“Next time... remove the dead guy’s extra gun before you leave his body...” You smirked. The boss turned to you.

“Tell them to move back.” You demanded.

“You wouldn’t dare...” He taunted. You clicked the gun, showing that you weren’t joking. Oh, how to tables have turned. If you managed to shoot the other guy already, you didn’t have a problem killing the boss too. Remembering the boy’s fallen body, it only made you angrier. Sensing your threat wasn’t empty, the boss nodded for his men to fall back.

“(y/n)...” Jin called out softly.

“A life for a life.” You pulled the trigger, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you collapsed. Luckily, Jungkook was quick to run over and catch you before you could hit the ground.

“You did well, leave the rest of us.” He whispered. Your shot didn’t kill the boss, only managing to hit him in the thigh.

“Get her out of here.” Yoongi said to the maknae. He nodded, running out of the place with you in his arms.

With their boss down and most likely going to die, the other men just surrendered, putting their hands up. The 6 remaining Bangtan boys stood over the boss, who was writhing on the ground in pain.

“Tell your girl... The boy that was killed because of her... His name is also Jisung... Just like her dear nephew.” He still managed to force out a laugh.

“You want our money?” Jin gave the first kick.

“You want our empire?” Namjoon gave the second.

“You mess with our girl?” Jimin stepped on his thigh, pushing the bullet further into his flesh. He screamed out, straining.

“We’ll see you in hell.” Taehyung raised his metal bat, slamming it down. They just watched emotionlessly as Taehyung beat the man’s face in. He coughed, choking on his blood as he tried to crawl away.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok kicked him back. Imaging all the torture and abuse you went through fuelled their anger. The others killed the other men.

No one was to be spared.

“We have to go before the cops come.” Namjoon stopped Taehyung. Taehyung took a step back with a smirk, rubbing away the blood that managed to splatter on his cheek. Yoongi took the gun out that he had brought for good measure. He placed the barrel of the gun right over the man’s chest, clicking it back slowly. With a smile, he pulled the trigger.

“For good measure.” Jin shrugged with a smile and shot two more bullets.

“That’s enough. Let’s go. We have more important things to do.” Namjoon waved the gang over. Right now, they should prioritise your condition. Same as always, Yoongi grabbed a lighter, torching the place down.

“Don’t forget to send a gift to the governor to thank him for putting out all the fires.” Hoseok laughed. Namjoon hummed.

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tuxedo, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: Your cat turns into a man. No, not, your cat was always a man and turned back into a man. Your actual cat turns into an actual man and neither you or your cat (man? cat-man?) have any idea why he's human now. Also, he's naked, so that’s a problem. Also, he’s kind of attractive. Yikes.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; Yoongi still thinks he’s a cat; mentions of smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral (choking on a dick, but not in a sexy way), doggy, spanking, wall-fucking, unintentional??? voyeurism); non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook and you being mad horny for him, what’s new; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? you decide

an anon asked for cat hybrid Yoongi, although instead this is some voodoo witch doctor shit, whoops yes, I do reference BT21, Bob Ross, the lady-pointing-to-the-cat-accusingly meme, list goes on... and there is a cameo of 2021 Seasons Greetings Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin XD

Your lungs were being crushed.

You were bundled in your duvet, wrapped like a mint-colored burrito, on your back, head nestled comfortably in your memory foam pillow. Warm, cozy, snuggly. All things considered, a comfortable position. So comfortable that you were blessedly asleep for many hours until your lungs started getting crushed.

You cracked one eye open.

A giant tuxedo fluffball was causing this slow and painful death.

“Get off.”

You glared with slitted eyes, voice cracking from sleep. The fluffball did not move. Velvety, pointed black ears flicked back and forth. The little pink nostrils flared a bit, breathing evenly and contentedly. At least one of you was. You grunted in irritation. The minty-green eyes opened, black slits for pupils.

“I’m going to die.”

Your cat meowed in your face.

“Shut the fuck up. Get off.”

He yawned.

You narrowed your eyes and lips into lines. Stared at your insufferable, not-so-subtle tuxedo cat that was killing his owner. How long had he and his seven-kilogram ass been sitting on your tits? Too long because your sternum was already aching. You rolled over and he gave you a disgruntled meow as he tumbled off. You pulled your arms out and gave him a soft scratch behind his ears before reaching around to his white belly and patting his chest. He started purring, rolling to his side, white sock-like paws sticking up.

“Ugh, my chest hurts, Shooks. You’re a dick.”

Your cat gave zero fucks.

You were still petting him. Sigh.

“I’m getting up,” you announced to no one except your cat.

You tugged yourself out of your comfy, mint-colored duvet and winced, rubbing your breastbone. Did you buy this bedding set because it reminded you of your cat’s eye color? Yes. Were you a crazy cat lady? Maybe. In your defense, you hadn’t meant to become a crazy cat lady. You were innocently walking on the street when the tuxedo-patterned cat started following you. A large cat with big minty eyes surrounded by black fur like black bangs. White snout and jaw, pink nose, and a raspy meow. The tuxedo pattern was pretty similar to an actual suit, with a white chest and black fur over its back and limbs. White, sock-like paws, on the bigger side. Cute pink toe beans too. At the time, he was skinny and dirty, no collar around his neck, but you could tell he was long-limbed. He had a cut on his right eye, caked with blood.

“You alright, little guy?”

The cat seemed to scoff at you disapprovingly, as if to say, do I seem like a little guy to you?

“I guess you’re not a little guy. You have an owner?”

The cat’s response was headbutting your calf.

You took him back to your apartment and then it was doomed.

Why was his name Shooks? Well, actually, your cat’s name was Shooky, and it was because you tried many names to get him to respond to you – including, but not limited to, “you little shit” – and he responded to none of them except Shooky. For some reason, Shooky made him turn his black-and-white face around and look at you.

Shooky it was.

The first encounter was cute, but after you had fed him and given him a few pats, you gave him a good, hard taste of reality. Shooky was very upset about getting a bath for the first time. There had been a lot of angry meowing, although thankfully he hadn’t swiped at you very much. As soon as you got mostly undressed and sat in the bath with him, he seemed to relent. Maybe it was because you closed the glass door and he couldn’t leave.

“Do you see how dirty you are? You need a bath.”

He gave you a disapproving meow.

“Look, I even bought pet shampoo and you’ll get treats after. Come on, you.”

He was very displeased.

In any case, Shooky was now your primary companion, a large, long-limbed, fluffy tuxedo cat, following you around as you brushed your teeth and made breakfast, his new black collar jingling with a tiny silver bell. Every morning, you handed him his dry food first – he chomped down immediately – and made yourself some breakfast as he ate. Somehow your life now revolved around him, spending time looking up the best cat food (without paying an arm and a leg, you weren’t a sugar momma), making sure he was brushed (his hair got everywhere), telling everyone you needed to get home because you couldn’t miss his dinnertime (if you were a second late opening the door, Shooky would start meowing very exaggeratedly, like he was dying, what a drama queen). Was he annoying? Yes. Was he the best cuddle buddy? Also, yes. Kind of like a boyfriend, but better, because Shooky didn’t talk back.

You arranged your small dishes on the table. Tofu. Eggs. Pickled squash. Just enough for one. You sat down, holding your bowl of steamed rice.

A tuxedo furball jumped onto the table, licking his chops.

“Look here, this isn’t for you. Shoo.”

He settled onto the tabletop and stared at you as you ate.

Sigh.

Live with a cat was pretty similar to life without one.

Except for that weird habit Shooky had of sitting on your bathroom rug when you got out of the shower, scaring the shit out of you the first time. You lived alone, so you didn’t really bother closing doors, but you considered changing that. But it was just a cat. Also, he walked in here of his own volition. Not your fault if his eyes were scarred.

Shooky was a normal cat, but also a weird cat.

He slept a lot. Normal. He bit his paws sometimes. Weird. You figured maybe it was his nails, so you learned to trim them and he seemed better about it, but sometimes when he was stressed, you would notice fur missing from his little white socks. A lot of things could stress a cat. The internet taught you that. You brought him toys and played with him, but mostly he seemed to want you to sit down so he could plant himself in your lap. This make life rather difficult, so you decided it was time to invest in Netflix so you could at least use your time wisely.

This was for your cat, remember.

Yes, binging shows on Netflix was for your cat.

The weirdest thing was…

Shooky was always stressed when you invited a man into your home.

Maybe he didn’t like men. Something in his past, maybe? Could be. Come to think of it, did you even like men? That was a question for another day, but in any case, your cat always gave you this accusing stare when you brought a guy over, no matter how nice the guy was, even if the guy petted him very gently. Shooky never attacked them. He just glared at you like you had betrayed him somehow. How could that be?

What a needy drama queen.

You figured, eh, it didn’t really matter. He wasn’t trying to sabotage your chances of finding true love and all that stuff.

Who are we kidding?

You’d settle for a simple good dicking.

Well, there was that one time.

That time you were in the middle of giving a guy a blowjob. It was going great. You were naked, he was naked, he had a tattooed arm – hot as fuck – and he was very vocally enjoying your tongue technology. Hey, you didn’t have many talents, but you had that going for you. Even if a guy was mildly apprehensive about banging you, once you got your mouth on his dick, it was game over. You mentally patted yourself on the back for doing such a good job.

Positive reinforcement, right?

Annnnnnnd then…

Your cat jumped onto your back and made you choke on his dick.

“Urk!”

“Oh, fu–”

All seven kilos right between your shoulder blades. Oof.

“Are you okay?” He was half-worried, half-laughing, and Shooky was climbing up your back, pressing onto your neck, one paw on the nape, trying to murder you by dick suffocation. It took both of you to lift you off the dick – sad – and Shooky left a few scratches on your neck, as if to communicate his distaste of your infidelity. The guy was really nice about it. Actually, he found it hilarious. You scowled at Shooky and he gave you that deadpan stare that all cats seemed to have. The rest of the night was hot and heavy like you wanted and you even eventually got to complete said blowjob, which brightened your spirits.

It was a little disorienting that your cat was watching you from his cat tree the entire time.

Creep.

Honestly, you would have kept dating that guy if he didn’t move to a different city. Sigh.

Eventually, you stopped bringing men over.

One, because Shooky. Two, because worldwide pandemic.

Sigh.

The night that changed everything was ordinary.

Too ordinary.

You were passed out on the couch, halfway into season six of American Horror Story, somewhat peeved because you wanted to watch the other seasons, but geez, season five had such a poor story and hard focus on gore that it slightly turned you off. That it was a lot, even for you. Season six was better, but slow. The first four seasons had really hooked you and the idea of them all being connected? Nutty. You wanted to watch all of it.

Idea of season five? Awesome.

Lady Gaga? Yeah, why not, you’d be seduced.

Execution? Eh… could be better.

Shooky hadn’t watched any of it. He just slept in your lap.

Subtitles really helped you out here. You didn’t understand how the English-speaking audience could hear the whispering parts, but maybe that was because your English was garbage. You could read better than listen.

At the moment, you weren’t reading shit.

You were half-tucked in a fuzzy black blanket with a tuxedo cat pattern. Did you see the tuxedo cat pattern and buy it immediately? Yes. Were you a crazy cat lady? Maybe. In any case, your head was cocked at an awkward angle on the couch cushion and your mouth was open, snoring away. Attractive. You were wearing mint-colored, striped pajamas, one arm hanging off the couch and the other on Shooky’s furry butt, because you had been petting him.

Netflix was doing that annoying thing where it was asking you if you were still watching or not.

You couldn’t respond.

Shooky was awake.

Your cat was staring at your laptop on your coffee table. It was open. An HDMI cable connected it to your television. Not a clean setup, but an effective one. Again, you lived alone. Who was going to judge you? Your tuxedo cat?

Pfft.

Your cat was awake.

He got off your lap and hopped to the coffee table, peering at your laptop. Then he did what any sensible cat would do.

He walked all over your keyboard.

Circling around and around, smashing all the buttons with his cute pink toe beans, looking for a comfortable spot before settling down and planting his fluffy body on top of it. Windows closed, tabs appeared, the volume got muted, your display settings got fucked, the usual.

The unusual part was that your cat was looking at the screen.

Your internet browser was open.

A video was playing on a mysterious website.

A handsome young man with a boxy smile was wearing a sienna floral dress shirt and sunglasses, oddly paired with flared violet pants. He was standing next to another young man with an angelic face who, for some reason, was wearing a pastel floral handkerchief around on his head and a white-and-navy tracksuit with black, red, and green stripes. They were standing in some weird set with a black tablecloth covered round table and a lavender crystal ball, crystal-like beaded curtains glinting in strangely colorful lighting.

There was no volume.

Your cat tilted his head at the screen, curious.

The man with the boxy smile was speaking excitedly, gesturing to the angelic-looking man who seemed to be in awe. A retro, old school graphic popped up, flowers surrounding a blocky orange and green serif font, mildly tacky but somehow endearing in its own way.

COULD WISHES REALLY BE GRANTED?

Your cat tilted his head the other way.

Your cat didn’t know Korean.

… Right?

Well, you did mostly speak to him in Korean. Maybe he was secretly fluent. He definitely knew, don’t fucking do that, because you would witness him doing the very thing you told him not to do right after you said it. Bastard. But you couldn’t bear witness to this now. You were knocked out on the couch.

Zzz.

Boxy-smile guy placed his fingers elegantly on his forehead, mock dismay on his features, acting as if he couldn’t believe the viewer’s skepticism. Angel-looking guy placed his hands in prayer position, the text now reading, I won’t believe you unless you prove it! Boxy-smile guy flourished to the camera, showing off his brilliant pearly-white smile, mouthing words unheard. Text appeared once more.

Make a wish, any wish!

Your cat closed his eyes and appeared to be asleep.

The video turned black and disappeared into purple sparkles.

Your internet browser unexpectedly closed.

You woke up with a painful stitch in your neck and Shooky nowhere to be found.

“Fuck…”

You tried to get up, but underestimated the cramp in your back and fell onto the hardwood floor.

“Fuck!”

You blamed the pandemic for fucking up your sleep schedule. Also, getting old. Fuck getting old and being an adult. Time didn’t stop just because you didn’t go to work. Well, not true. You did go to work; your work was just different now. You were YouTube video editor, which meant you were mostly edited video game montages now instead of travel vlogs. The work was slower now. People were getting discouraged, taking breaks, because, you know.

Pandemic.

Sigh.

Anyway, not the point. You were grateful that your work was mostly internet and computer-based. Not everyone was so lucky. You were also grateful that you didn’t work in an industry that was too negatively affected by the pandemic. It had started off as a hobby, but then the creators you were helping unexpectedly blew up, needing your help more and more. You fell into it by accident, but that’s how life was. Happy little accidents. You couldn’t complain. As long as you had some income to feed your cat and you, that was enough.

Speaking of cat.

“Shooky?”

No meow.

Huh.

He normally would meow or trot over to you when called. He was weirdly affectionate like that.

You were still on the floor, on hands and knees, crick in your neck and back aching. Ah yes, age was just a number until your back pain flared up due to repeated nights of unintentionally falling asleep on the couch. Lovely. You stretched out your back with a groan and yawned, cracking your neck.

“FUCK!”

That hurt. Ugh, you really needed to stop sleeping on the sofa. You untangled yourself from your blanket and headed to the bathroom, rubbing your neck. You still didn’t see your fluffy, seven-kilogram, kind-of-an-ass tuxedo cat, but whatever. He had to be in the apartment. He couldn’t exactly leave. He was a cat. What was he going to do, grow legs and opposable thumbs?

Pfft.

You shoved your toothpaste-covered toothbrush in your mouth and began brushing your teeth. You hummed, trying to remember if you had any deadlines. Eh, they were on your Google calendar. You would check it after washing up. You spat and brushed for a few more minutes, thinking about nothing. This was nice. Sometimes it was nice to think about nothing. No major problems to address, simply a chill and routine morning.

Seemed sufficient.

You reached over to the spit cup and put some lukewarm water in it before taking your toothbrush out and sipping some water to gargle the minty suds out.

You heard a deep, raspy voice call your name.

“Hmm?”

You looked in the mirror.

Wait.

Your mouth was full of dirty toothpaste water, cheeks puffed out.

The voice called your name again, quietly.

Nervously.

Your eyes widened, staring into the mirror in shock.

A pale man was standing behind you, wearing your mint-colored duvet over his shoulders. Messy black hair to his rounded cheeks, dark brown cat-like eyes, small pink pout. His nose was a little red, as if he was cold. There was a black choker on his neck, with a silver bell. He was taller than you, and he looked very confused.

Also.

Pointed, velvety black ears on top of his head, white tufts of fur sticking out, flicking back and forth.

You spat all over your mirror in shock.

“Urk–!”

The man jerked back as you threw your head into the sink, hastily taking another cupful of water to rinse out your mouth because, WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? Why was there a man in your apartment? With fucking cat ears? That moved? What kind of kinky shit was that? Were you dreaming? What the fuck?! You grabbed the hand towel from its hook and furiously wiped the dirty water off your mirror, completely convinced you were having sensory and auditory hallucinations. Did you drink last night? Accidentally buy groceries laced with LSD? Snorted three kilos of cocaine off a hooker? Who the fuck knows, but there was no fucking way that you let some fucking man in your home, because, one, pandemic and, two, Shooky–

You froze.

The pale man with black hair was still there, standing in the doorway of your bathroom, looking slightly disgusted, but also scared.

He said your name again. A question, almost like a raspy meow.

It was…

Familiar?

You violently wiped your bathroom mirror some more, nearly cracking the glass.

The man was still there, wearing your mint-colored duvet.

Slowly, slowly, you turned around to face this man, your neck cracking loudly, sending searing pain up the back of your head and reminding you that, nope, this is not a dream, and if it was, it was a very shitty dream because at least in a dream you shouldn’t actually feel pain. You looked up at this man, at his fluffy black bangs shading his dark attentive eyes and pale face, chewing on his lip, clutching your duvet around his body like a giant mint cloak.

The cat ears on his head twitched.

“Uh…”

You blinked at him, watching the ears.

“Do… I know you?”

He gave you an eerily recognizable deadpan stare. “I think you do.”

No way.

What?

No.

This wasn’t possible.

You’re drunk, high, or in purgatory.

(You did have sex before marriage.)

“S… Shooky?” you croaked.

The man took a deep breath and shook his head.

“Actually, my name is Min Yoongi.”

You blinked at him. “What? You have a name?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

Relief washed over you. “What do you mean, you guess? That means you’re a human being! With a birth certificate! Thank God, I thought you were my fucking cat for some reason, haha, that’s so fucking ridiculous–!” For some reason, the idea of a random stranger being in your home was much more comfortable to you than you damn cat becoming a human being, because for a hot second, you thought… but no, no, that’s stupid. “Speaking of ridiculous, these ears are crazy dude, they look almost real–”

You reached up and yanked on one of the velvety ears.

“Ow, what the fuck!”

Oh.

Oh my God.

OhmyfuckingGodthey’reattachedtohishead.

“What the FUCK?” you bellowed and a large pale hand shot out of the duvet to clamp one of his cat ears down, shrinking away from you.

“Stop yelling, please, I have sensitive hearing,” Yoongi winced, ticking his head, as if he was trying to flatten the other ear too, but couldn’t. His other hand was holding tightly to the mint duvet.

You saw a glimpse of a pale chest.

Your eyes widened into the size of saucepans.

His hand darted back into the duvet and clamped it shut from your bulging eyes, frowning. He quickly bundled himself up and straightened, thinning his mouth into a line. A few seconds passed. You gawked at him, jaw slack. The pale man sighed heavily.

“My name is Min Yoongi. My parents gave me that name. I don’t think I have a human birth certificate because I’m not a human. I am a cat. You used to call me Shooky, but Min Yoongi is my name, so I would appreciate it if you called me by my given name.”

Your jaw went even more slack.

“Cats… have names?” you squeaked.

Yoongi made a face at you. “Of course, we do. We are not savages.”

“B… But…” You frowned, shoulders falling. “You seemed to like the name Shooky…”

Yoongi shrugged his duvet-covered shoulders. “It sounded better than all the other names you suggested.”

You puffed your cheeks, placing your hands on your hips. “What was wrong with Tata? Or Chimmy? Or Cooky?”

Yoongi gave you a disapproving glare. “Well, perhaps in a parallel universe the name Shooky is somehow important to me. In any case, it was the best suggestion.”

You narrowed your eyes, frowning. “You little shit.”

“I especially disliked that one. Seemed a bit discriminating to our size difference…” He paused, looking down at you. “At the time anyway.”

Your hands fell, looking up at your cat. Er. Min Yoongi. “So, uh… Yoongi…?”

He tilted his head, peering curiously at you under his black bangs. “Hm?”

You pointed at him, gesturing up and down. “Why are you, uh… a man?”

He looked down at the duvet covering his body. You stared at your bedding wrapped around him. Why was he wearing it anyway? In fact, all you could see was a black choker with a silver bell. The mental lightning bolt suddenly hit you. Oh. Your neck began to heat. Your ears began to heat. Your whole face began to heat. Oh. Oh? Oh! Shooky – er, Yoongi? – whatever, your cat didn’t wear clothes. He only wore a collar… which meant…

It felt like your whole body was on fire with abrupt realization.

Yoongi looked up at your mint-pajama-wrapped, now tomato self still pointing at him.

“I don’t know why I’m a man.”

One of his eyebrows raised. Then Yoongi smirked.

An open-mouthed, amused smirk.

“And yes, I’m naked. Your clothes don’t fit me. I tried.”

Your cat, er, man? Cat-man? What even... never mind, Min Yoongi was sitting on your bed, still wrapped in your mint duvet like a key lime cake roll, waiting as you rummaged around in your dresser, searching for literally any piece of clothing that might possibly fit him. The problem was, you worked from home, so you didn't exactly own a plethora of different clothing options. Your daily wardrobe consisted of slinky black leggings...

"They're stretchy?" you suggested timidly.

Yoongi had blinked at you. "I don't think so."

"It could work?"

He pursed his lips together. "I think you're forgetting something."

You gave him a blank look. "Huh?"

Yoongi gave you his deadpan stare. "I believe you are well acquainted with human male genitalia."

Oh.

Right.

He had a dick.

You turned red and robotically shoved your leggings back into their place. A sudden thought flitted across your brain and you spun back to face him, blurting it out before filtering yourself.

"Hahaha, good thing I never got you fixed, eh?"

Yoongi blinked very, very slowly. It was hard to tell if he was annoyed, amused, or wanted to murder you. In conclusion, typical cat behavior.

"I'm not fond of the idea of castration, so I suppose so."

Awkward.

Your vet had suggested it, but since he had been an indoor cat and you weren't intending on getting another, you figured you wouldn't put him under the unnecessary surgery and it would help you avoid the cost. A little irresponsible? Maybe. But you were very careful not to leave the front door open and, so far, he hasn't had the chance to get some poor lady cat knocked up.

Unfortunately…

He knew you considered permanently removing his nuts. Yikes.

Sorry, Shooks. Er, Yoongi.

In any case!

The other half of your daily wardrobe was sweatshirts, but Yoongi's shoulders were too broad for them and he was too tall. Why was he so big anyway? Well, he wasn’t exactly big, just long-limbed. You guessed he was actually on the leaner side, judging from the way the duvet wrapped around him and the brief flash of long fingers, slim forearm, and toned chest. He had been a larger cat.

Seven kilos turned into... him?

You suddenly started and yanked open your underwear drawer, shuffling through it to get to the back and pull out a neatly folded dark gray blob.

"I have this–"

"No."

The response was so forceful and dismissive that you froze, the dark gray fabric unfurling in your loose grip. It was a large men's sweatshirt, soft, charcoal, slightly acid-wash, covered with white paint stains. Eggshell white, to be exact. The exact paint color of this very bedroom, because you had worn it to repaint over that original disgusting beige color.

"Why not?" you inquired, holding it up by the shoulders. "It'll fit you, for sure. It used to be..."

Yoongi kept his completely neutral expression trained on you as you reached your revelation, his dark eyes observing every detail of your body's reaction to the memory. Your grip on the sweatshirt tightened. You felt your cheeks and ears heat, pulse roaring in your ears.

Oh.

Er, right, so…

That one time that Shooky – no, Yoongi? – jumped on your back and made you choke on a dick? Yeah, that guy. Tattoo guy. Yeah, well, before that incident, tattoo guy was the friend of a friend who offered to help you paint your apartment because he had experience working construction – “helped my dad fix-up a house to resell for a couple months,” he had said with his disgustingly cute, cheeky grin, making you nod like an idiot and your pussy throb with his endearing adorableness – and you had moved all the furniture out so you two could get it done quickly.

You had to put your cat in the bathroom.

You didn’t want him to breathe in the fumes or get paint on his luscious fur. It was for his own good.

Tattoo guy had appeared in said charcoal sweatshirt, black ripped jeans, and the most attractive thighs in the whole damn universe, just out and about, giant holes exposing tan skin and taut muscle. Your eyes widened, frozen at your front door.

Oh yeah, he had paint rollers too. You hadn’t given a shit about those in that moment.

He had noticed you staring and laughed sheepishly. “Sorry, I just wore the ugliest pants I own. It might get messy, you know?”

No, tattoo guy. No one thought your pants were ugly.

You sure as hell didn’t.

“Oh, yeah, that’s why I wore this gross t-shirt,” you said absentmindedly, referring to your four-sizes-too-large, free t-shirt that had been chucked at your head while walking past your university common area. It was a hideous chanteuse with magenta writing, a color combination that absolutely deserved to go to hell, and could not even be saved by the quirky, stylish, thrift-savvy TIkTokers of today. It was the ugliest thing you owned, so you wore it to repaint your bedroom.

Now you regretted it.

Tattoo guy looked you up and down. He smirked under his long black hair.

“Your body still looks great though.”

“… Urk?”

Didn’t really matter that you couldn’t conjure a sexy response, because, clearly, tattoo guy had made his decision leagues before arriving here. Painting a bedroom? Oh, yeah, you did that, and with way too much sexual tension. A man should not be that flirty while holding two paint rollers and speed painting your walls. What were you supposed to do? You barely knew the guy. All you managed to do was make awkward small talk to get to know him better. Then he took off his sweatshirt.

“Wait, that’s illegal.”

He had smirked at you, spinning the paint roller in his hand, white t-shirt molded to his body. “Hm?”

You were being mildly disrespected, but also you were gawking at his tattooed right arm and his blindingly beautiful forearms. Cough, no. You didn’t have a thing for attractive forearms. Wasn’t like staring at this muscular pair was making you weak at the knees or anything. Okay, maybe. But you weren’t going to say it out loud. Tattoo guy ticked his chin below you, to the floor. Your job was to paint the little nooks at the corners, ceiling, and baseboards. You spent a whole lot of your job sneaking glances at him and getting caught.

Shit.

“You missed a spot.”

You whipped your head to the floor, craning your head to look for it. A paint roller appeared beside you, pointing to a small sliver for nasty beige. He had a clear, silvery voice.

“Right here.”

You frowned at it and raised your paintbrush in warning to the offensive beige, ready to strike.

“… Noona.”

You started and fell over.

You sputtered, legs tangled, oversized shirt flipping up, trying not to drop the paintbrush and drawing a fat streak across the unpainted wall. You shook your head roughly, clutching the handle of the brush, cool draft floating up your shirt.

Tattoo guy appeared above you, grinning, his front teeth slightly too large and giving him the appearance of a rambunctious bunny.

“You alright?”

You felt your neck and ears heat. No, you were not alright. Yes, you were older, but that didn’t… that wasn’t the time… You didn’t expect it, that’s all. You tried very hard not to look at his thighs. Or his face. Or his chest. Just didn’t look at him. Also, you were pretty sure you were flashing him and pretty fucking sure you didn’t give a shit.

You coughed awkwardly. “Yup, I’m good.”

Back to copious sexual tension complemented by paint fumes.

Once the first coat was down, you two stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the plastic drop cloth, him banishing a paint roller and you a paintbrush. Challenge complete and it didn’t take you very long. Nice.

“We have to let it dry and then we can paint another coat,” he was explaining.

“It looks fine like this.”

Tattoo guy clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Once it dries, it will look uneven. Trust me.”

You frowned. “Okay. How long should we wait?”

“Couple hours, at least.”

A couple hours? You frowned more. “What are we supposed to do until then?”

He didn’t reply. You turned your head to face him and tattoo guy was staring at you with a smile.

Uh oh.

He was spinning the paint roller with one hand. You felt your ears and neck heat. He switched from his left hand to his right, seamlessly. Incredibly sexy. Were the paint fumes getting to you? You gulped, awkwardly gesturing to the paintbrush.

“Let me just… put this down…”

You turned around and balanced your paintbrush in the paint tray, only to gasp as your felt something foamy roll down your back, covering you with the strong stench of paint. It stopped above the curve of your ass, unable to roll smoothly any longer.

“Hmm, can’t get past your juicy ass, noona,” he teased.

You spun around, cheeks flushed, sputtering.

No, no. You didn’t forget tattoo guy’s name. You remembered it, even now. Remembered saying it in multiple different ways, even.

“Jeon J-Jungkook!”

In surprise, streaks of paint in your hair, him smirking, dropping the paint roller on the other plastic tray and somehow not tipping it over, thank goodness, him walking up to you, taking the bottom of your paint-covered chanteuse university t-shirt, leaning down to whisper hotly against your lips.

“Ah, sorry, it seemed like you didn’t like that shirt very much,” he breathed, sending your brain into overdrive with the heat against your skin, his knuckles brushing your thighs. “You can wear my sweatshirt instead, if you like.”

Your eyes widened, staring at him in shock.

“J… Jungkook…”

In breathlessness, heart pounding in your chest, gaze locked with mischievous dark chocolate orbs, his teeth catching his lower lip, tiny mole underneath revealed.

“Yeah?”

Why was his voice so deep? The tiny tip of his pink tongue darted out, licking his lips enticingly.

“… Noona?”

This man was illegal.

Your hands darted down and gripped his, catching your lower lip in your teeth as well, matching his lip bite, seeing the eagerness growing in his eyes.

Someone should call the police. Or an ambulance.

You grinned, cocking an eyebrow. “I don’t want to wear anything around you.”

But not for you.

There was a very loud meow from your bathroom, but before Jungkook could ask, you yanked your shirt up and over your head. He gasped and instantly it was lips on lips, messy kisses and stumbling to the living room were your bed, dresser, nightstands, bookcase, knickknacks, everything scattered everywhere, but Jungkook and you were too busy yanking off clothes and getting frisky to give a shit.

Yikes.

You stared at Yoongi now, red from head to toe, clutching the dark gray sweatshirt. He rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“I… washed it?” you offered weakly.

Yoongi’s dark brows raised from under his black bangs. “Mmm, you forget that I have quite keen hearing. I’m not deaf like you, human.”

The color drained from your face.

Well.

Maybe, just maybe, Jungkook got you to wear his dark gray sweatshirt, forcing you – respectfully, he called you noona, after all – to get on your hands and knees for him, then make you wait in said embarrassing position with his sweatshirt bunched around your neck – because, er, gravity – while he casually made you watch him roll the condom on, highly amused by your impatient glare, only to move away and slowly shove his dick inside your soaking wet pussy and spank your ass until you backed up into him enough times to make yourself cum on his stiff length without him moving his hips.

Respectfully, of course.

“Fuck, noona, that was so fucking hot…”

“Jungkook,” you gasped breathlessly, ass stinging in glorious pain. “F-Fuck me, please.”

He made you scream.

He fucked your hard, making the bed creak, pounding you so roughly into the mattress that your fingers curled into the mint sheets, and when you gasped that you were close, he fucking stopped, the damn sadist, causing you to slam your fists into the bed and buck back into his crotch, Jungkook chuckling at your desperation. In your haze of begging for Jungkook’s cock, you heard a judgmental meow from your bathroom, but before you could address it, Jungkook seemed to have accepted your pleading and began to thrust into you once more, making you lose your train of thought and all thoughts in general, except your dire need to orgasm.

Jungkook had made you moan for hours.

Right now, however, Yoongi’s sharp look was making you mute. You were so mortified that you swore your soul stood up and walked out of your body, too ashamed to be in Yoongi’s presence any longer.

“Mmm,” the dark-haired man mused absentmindedly, pointed ears flicking.

From spitting onto the mirror to mentioning his possible castration to remembering that you had locked Yoongi in the bathroom for hours to have mind-blowing sex with Jeon Jungkook under the guise of repainting your bedroom walls…

Too bad life doesn’t have an undo button.

You suddenly remembered Jungkook pushing you up against the bathroom door, your leg hooked around his waist, his cock plunging in and out of you, lips on your neck, and your wrists pinned to the door, rattling it as he fucked you, whispering against your skin.

“You sound so fucking sexy, make more sounds for me, I’ll fuck you as much as you want, fuck you until you can’t think, can’t move, just to hear you say my name over and over…”

“Jungkook… f-fuck, you f-feel so fucking good, o-oh, Jungkook…!”

He pulled his lips away from your neck and smirked in your face.

“Yeah… noona?”

Respectfully.

“Fuck!”

Your back arced against the bathroom door as you came, pussy throbbing and spasming, the top of your head touching the wood, gasping Jungkook’s name in ecstasy, slamming your wrists against the door, Jungkook moaning as he came inside you, cock jerking inside the condom and swelling it with his orgasm, lips crashing down on yours and you whining pathetically into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue roughly.

A quiet, disapproving meow below you.

A master yikes.

You deliberately shoved the dark gray blob back into your underwear drawer.

Yoongi pursed his lips.

“Why is it in your underwear drawer, anyway?”

You slowly closed it, the wood snapping as the drawer touched the dresser.

Silence.

A crow cawed in the distance.

“You know what, let me make a trip to the convenience store…” was your hollow reply as you mechanically walked out of your bedroom, followed by a mint duvet.

“Do you know what size I would be?” came the husky, amused chuckle behind you as you pawed around your apartment for your wallet, two masks, hand sanitizer.

“I’ll just… buy a variety…”

“Or you could measure.”

You heard a rustle and you whipped your head around, only to see Yoongi’s cocked eyebrow and a slight bit of his exposed shoulders, collarbones on display, silver bell jingling. He yanked it back up, frowning at you.

“Are you a pervert?”

“N… no!”

You jerked away and hastily hooked the masks on your ears, fumbling with your sneakers before declaring, “I will be right back!” And then you threw yourself out the door.

Yoongi sighed, finally releasing his hold on the duvet.

“Ugh, so stuffy…”

His long black tail whipped about.

The door suddenly jerked back open and you plucked your keys from the side dish.

Only to see Yoongi fully naked, sleek black tail whisking around, blinking at you.

He was naked.

Really naked.

Very, one hundred percent, naked.

The mint duvet was pooled around his legs on the ground and Min Yoongi, who was formerly your cat Shooky, was a fair-skinned, long-limbed, lean-bodied, very attractive tall man, with velvety black cat ears and tail and – urk! – completely intact human male genitalia. Your neck, ears, cheeks, chest, ancestors from generations long ago, all turned red in embarrassment. Once again, you soul completely left your body in pure mortification.

“D… Don’t leave!” you blurted, snapping the door closed.

Yoongi just stood there, sighing as he heard the door lock and a body bolt down the apartment building stairs.

“You didn’t even change out of your pajamas…” he muttered, picking up the duvet.

"I can't wear these."

It was a few hours later. Thankfully, when you arrived home with your purchases, your cat... man was asleep, wrapped like a mint cake roll in your duvet. You tried not to think about his naked body on your bed, therefore ending up thinking about his naked body on your bed.

"You need to wear pants! For..."

Dark eyebrows raised.

"Decency!"

After getting home, you had spent the next thirty minutes hand-washing a black t-shirt, black boxer briefs, and loose black pants that were definitely too short but it was the only size available that could fit that waist, so you had to make do. You put the other shirts and underwear in the washing machine, but you needed to wash at least one outfit and hang it to dry. You tried to use the hottest water your hands could handle to sterilize the clothing, wincing at the blistering heat.

You didn't know if Yoongi could get coronavirus but you weren't going to risk it.

Eventually you placed everything on the drying rack and positioned your space heater on them to dry them off.

Then you passed out on the couch. You deserved it, after working so hard.

Only to be woken up by Yoongi poking your shoulder roughly and telling you he couldn't wear the underwear and pants.

He was still holding the duvet around his body and your neck was still regretting every second of sleeping on the couch. Ow. Too much physical labor. Quarantine had turned you into a formless potato. You sat up halfway, wincing. Ugh, pain. You jabbed your finger at Yoongi, who gave you a displeased narrowing of his eyes.

"Put the pants on, you animal!"

Yoongi swept around the sofa, mint duvet and all, determined glint in his dark orbs, lips pursed in annoyance. You started, cracking your neck by accident, yelping in pain as you fell back against the couch.

Yoongi planted himself on top of you nimbly.

You froze.

Partly because you were shocked, but mostly because your neck seized a bit.

His legs were on either side of you, body still wrapped up, perfectly balanced despite the sudden leap, surveying you with a disapproving and discerning eye. The silver bell on his neck jingled with his movement. You could feel his calves against your knees.

His bare calves.

"Are you dumb?"

"What?" you croaked in response.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You always forget things."

You blinked at him, confused, neck heating. "What are you talking about?" you snapped impatiently.

"This."

Thump.

You felt something long and furry hit your leg. Your body almost jerked up in surprise, but Yoongi hissed at you, making you lurch back, somewhat stunned at how cat-like it sounded. It was definitely a warning. You were still in your pajamas, slightly thinner material than your usual clothes. It had been cold outside, but your everlasting embarrassment had kept you toasty warm.

Like it was now, because you realized your clothed outer thigh was touching his inner thigh.

His naked inner thigh.

You let out a noise between shock and confusion.

"Urk?"

The long, furry thing brushed against your legs as Yoongi watched you reach your slow realization.

"O-oh... Right. You have a tail..."

He grunted, thinning his eyes into slits. "Yes, because I am a cat."

Highly debatable at the moment, but you were too busy remembering your cat also had a human dick and nuts. Well, not also. Only had? Well. Maybe if you had a seco–

No. No, never mind that. Yeah.

Never.

Mind.

You gulped, trying to suppress the rising heat in your ears and failing. "I can sew?"

Yoongi tilted his head, nose wrinkling a bit. Then he got off you, circling around the couch. You sat up, neck still hurting, but the warmth of your embarrassment somehow helping. Yes, great, trading temporary physical pain for lifetime mental embarrassment, only for such moments to be remembered at the most inopportune times to throw you off guard.

Awesome.

You visibly cringed before standing up, seeing Yoongi's hand snake out and nab the boxer briefs, making them disappear into the duvet. You saw the fabric rustle and then the briefs reappeared, chucked at your face.

Your head snapped back at the force, arms flailing.

"Mmphf!"

"Should be about four or five centimeters. Make it quick. It's hot under here."

You yanked the underwear off your face, scowling. "I'm not your maid!"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, black ears flicking. He was smirking at you. You narrowed your eyes. What was this guy so high and mighty for? If anything, he should be grateful that you even car–

"You're been cleaning up my literal shit for a few years now, so you are practically are my maid."

... Wait a second, he's right.

You growled and hauled yourself up.

An hour later, your cat was dressed.

Cat?

Man?

Whatever.

Min Yoongi was finally wearing clothes and not your duvet and your fingers stung like a bitch.

You ended up snipping a hole and using bias tape to seal off the raw edges. You didn’t own a sewing machine, so this was the next best thing you could think of without destroying your fingers by trying to imitate zig-zag stiches, although you ended up destroying your fingers anyway because you had to sew small, delicate stitches to attach the bias tape. The area was too high traffic to not reinforce.

Sigh.

“Please tell me you know how to use the bathroom by yourself from now on.”

Yoongi had raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. I’ve watched you enough times to know how to expel human excrement.”

Right. Because he was your cat. Don’t think about it too much. You were trying to take everything one thing at a time so you didn’t overwhelm yourself. Those were future-you problems. Why does he talk like that anyway? You didn’t even know how he knew Korean. Was it because you watched too much television? Yikes.

You rubbed your forehead, dismissing the discussion. “Good talk.”

You realized you would have to cut openings for his tail for all the underwear on the drying rack but, again, that was a future-you problem. Instead, you let him change in your bedroom and went to retrieve the laptop on your coffee table. Plugged it in and turned it on.

All your settings were wack.

“The fuck?” you muttered, resetting your display, volume, brightness, sigh, nearly everything. This only happened when a certain someone stepped on the keys when you weren’t looking. You raised your voice, still looking at the screen. “Did you fuck with my computer last night?”

“No. Oh, well, I did sleep on it,” Yoongi was saying as he stepped out of your bedroom. You growled in your chest, annoyed, but setting everything back into its place before opening your Google calendar. Nothing due immediately, thank god. “Er, maybe you shouldn’t…”

You looked up.

Oh.

Oh?

Oh!

Yoongi mussed his black hair, scratching at his velvety black ear. You noticed he didn’t have a set of human ears. Well, duh. That’d be weird. He was still wearing the black choker with the little silver bell on it. The t-shirt was nicely loose on his frame, the black standing out against his fair skin. The sweatpants were a little short on the ankle, the slim fit showing off his leanness. The sleek black tail swished back and forth.

He was… handsome.

Yoongi looked apprehensive, twisting his lips to one side. “Hmm.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

He shrugged. “Well, when I woke up as a human, I was cold, except for…” His hand ghosted towards his crotch. He pulled it away, waving it aside. “Mmm, never mind.”

You gave him a confused look and went back to your keyboard, typing away. Yoongi winced but you were too busy replying to an email to think too much about it.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to inform you of the following.

Min Yoongi had woken up on the coffee table, fucking freezing because humans didn’t have fur, and because his nuts and dick were getting roasted by your overheating laptop keyboard.

Upon waking up, he had a mild mental breakdown as you continued snoring loudly and unceremoniously, before scurrying away to the warmest place he knew – your bed, where he claimed the duvet and tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Is this real life?

He had poked at various parts of his new body, trying to figure out if this was a dream or a horrific nightmare.

As we all know.

Life is a horrific nightmare, so indeed, this was real life.

You jumped as Yoongi slumped down on the sofa next to you, sticking his head and ears into your view, blocking the computer screen.

“I’m hungry.”

You gawked at him.

“What a-are you d-doing?” you sputtered.

“I’m hungry,” he repeated. He had a bit of a raspy, almost growly voice at times, reminding you of a cat’s meow. His meow, in fact.

You scooted away, neck heating. Yoongi followed, prodding you.

“Why are you like this?” you grumbled irritably, smacking his hand. Yoongi persisted, as if you did nothing at all.

“This is how I get your attention, because you humans will ignore me if I don’t.”

“You’re a human too!”

“No, I am a cat.”

“Hello?” You grabbed his hand and jabbed at his palm, pointing to his thumb. “Cats don’t have thumbs!”

Yoongi yanked his hand out, shockingly similar to how Shooky used to pull his paw out when you were massaging his little white socks and he was over it. You noticed his cuticles looked a bit dry and torn up. Lately, Shooky’s paws had been a little chewed up too. You frowned at it, tilting your head.

Yoongi stood up and his tail whacked you in the face.

“Ow!”

“Feed me.”

You scowled, rubbing your cheek. Yoongi stared down at you, face expressionless.

Okay, your cat might be a man now, but he was still a borderline asshole, so not much had changed.

“Fine.”

You both stared at the bowl of dry cat food.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“What am I supposed to do with all this cat food then? I just brought it last week!”

“That’s your problem.”

You threw up your hands and cooked you both some lunch.

This was too much.

You know what you did when it was too much?

You took a nap.

You had dishes to clean, underwear to make tail-holes for, a cat that was now a man, an existential crisis to address, but you know what? You took a fucking nap instead. You left Yoongi with your computer and Netflix and told him to do whatever as long as none of it involved him leaving the house.

Yoongi had snorted. “What do I need to go out there for?”

“Awesome. I’m taking a nap.”

And you passed out.

Only to wake up groggily because your lungs were being crushed.

Actually no, it kind of felt like your whole torso was being crushed.

“Urk…!”

You fought with your sleepiness, somehow worse off than you had been before the nap, scrunching up your face ad blinking blearily. Head on memory foam pillow, check. Back on soft mattress, check. Black hair with sleek cat ears and pale face pressed on your chest? Check.

What, wait?

“Gah!”

You lurched and the head grunted, shoulders solidly pinning you down. He was under the mint-colored duvet. Yoongi, your cat that was now a man, was under the duvet.

UNDER THE DUVET.

“Stop yelling. Is that all you humans do? Yell?”

“Why are you – what are you doing here?” you hissed shrilly, trying to wiggle out from under him, but it was impossible. Yoongi was far too big now for you to throw him off.

“Sleeping, obviously,” he grumbled. “Or I was, until you started shouting.”

“Yes, but this is my bed,” you emphasized, realizing you could move your hands so you grabbed him by the waist, fingers grasping the black jersey fabric. You pressed inwards, hands molding to his sides.

Yoongi raised his head, squinting down at you.

You froze.

An oddly familiar gaze of accusation and uncaring. His eyes were dark brown, not the recognizable mint, but the effect was the same. Pink lips upturned, slightly annoyed.

And.

You suddenly remembered he was a man.

A man who was pressed down against you, long legs around your legs, broad chest to your chest, and shockingly attractive for someone who used to be a cat.

“I sleep in your bed all the time. What’s the difference?” Yoongi muttered.

What’s the difference?

The difference???

You’re a man!

A HOT MAN!!!

You struggled to find words, completely entranced by how close Yoongi’s face was to yours, watching his ears adjust slightly to pick up all the small sounds around him. You opened your mouth and it only made a tiny squeak. The pressure on your chest was becoming unbearable. You were so shocked that you completely forgot that you were still dying. You cleared your throat as Yoongi looked increasingly displeased.

“You… You used to be over the duvet…”

Yoongi yawned, nodding a little. “Yes, but it’s colder now. No more fur. I don’t know how you humans survive. Must be why you buy these warm things.”

Your hands were still on his waist. You pulled them away quickly and Yoongi frowned.

“Y-Yeah, but… you weigh a lot more now…” you croaked. “Can’t… breathe…”

Yoongi sighed heavily, as if this was a great disappointment. He slid off you.

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true.”

He nestled close to you and you still stunned, pin-straight body.

“Guess it’ll have to be like this instead from now on.”

Like this?

From now on?

Oh. Oh no.

Yoongi’s velvety, pointed ear flicked against your cheek, a low hum resounding in his chest.

part ii

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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monsters (pt. 2 to maneater) // v.h.

This part went through so many changes. At one point, it was a backstory and at another it was a twilight fanfic. But I think this is where it should’ve went. Besides that, this is very much inspired by Supernatural and Teen Wolf and those sorts of shows. So, hope you enjoy!

link to part 1

Word Count: 1942, slightly edited

WARNING: language, sexual themes, mentions of blood/gore, partying, and supernatural creatures :)

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Your eyes shot open and sweat trickled down from your forehead. Your chest heaved up and down as you felt around, the feeling of rough leather coming in contact with your palm. Your sight became clear, and you were relieved to find yourself still in Vinnie’s car. You didn’t know what the hell that was about, but you knew something wasn’t right.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Your boyfriend, Vinnie, asked. He kept his attention on the road, shooting a few worried glances your way. “You look like you just had a nightmare.”

You leaned back in the passenger seat and gazed out the window. “No, no…it wasn’t that. This felt real, like I was actually living it, y’know?”

“What was it then? Was it a vision?”

“I think so,” you sighed, reaching for your water. “It was hard to tell. It was weird.”

Vinnie softly chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t expect your visions to be normal. What was this one about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

You nodded. “You, and me. We were going into a room and-“

“I think I know where this is headed, Y/n.”

“No, it wasn’t one of those dreams.” You replied. “I was some sort of monster, and I was about to eat you.”

With furrowed eyebrows, Vinnie quickly pulled over and turned to you.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked.

“You know why I stopped, Y/n. You just had a vision, an important one at that.”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him. Your visions—or “gift” as Vinnie likes to call it—was something that came in handy in your line of work. Being hunters for the supernatural, your visions aided the two of you in finding clues and the whereabouts of monsters or entities. But unlike those visions, this one was different. Never have you been the leading actress in your visions, let alone have Vinnie guest star. That’s why you weren’t taking this as serious as he was.

“You know how they work, Vin. I don’t have visions with me in them. I haven’t even had a vision with you in it.”

Vinnie sighed, “Remember what your grandmother told to you?”

“Yeah, that I’m different from most psychics.”

“And your visions don’t just let you see things before they happen. They actually let you live through the people within them.”

You sat there confused, trying to figure out what he was trying to get at. “I’m having trouble understanding. Are you saying that I can sometimes live through others in my visions?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“If that’s the case, why were you in it? You’ve never been in them.”

He shrugged, starting the car back up. “Maybe it’s a sign or something. Maybe the person you were living through had an emotional connection with whoever they attacked. Just like you and me.”

“They didn’t though. It was at a party, and they didn’t know each other. Whoever the woman was lured her prey in.”

He paused. “Did you say it was at a party?”

“Yeah. I don’t know who’s party though. Just that whoever’s party it was, you…or the guy…was very unhappy about being there.”

You heard Vinnie gulp before he did a hard U-turn and sped down the road. You clung to your seat, fearing that this may be the end of your life. “What’s wrong, Vinnie?” You asked, gripping onto your seatbelt tightly.

“Jett.”

“I don’t understand. What about Jett?”

“Jett’s at that party, Y/n. He texted me an hour ago saying that some of the boys dragged him out and he’s bored out of his mind. Y/n, he’s me. Well, not me, but the guy you saw in your vision.”

“That makes sense.” You responded, chewing on your bottom lip. “If Jett’s in trouble, then we have to save him.”

“I’m already two steps ahead of you.”

It didn’t take you that long to figure out that the party was none other than at the D’Amelios’ house. It was a single release for Dixie, and she was throwing a huge party in celebration. Obviously, due to your work you and Vinnie couldn’t make it. But, given the situation…you wished you had shown up earlier.

“So, what do you think we’re dealing with?” You asked, following Vinnie in the house.

“You said she lured him in so…possibly a siren?”

You shook your head. “She didn’t sing to him, though. It was a look.”

“Gorgon maybe?”

“Why would a monster eat a statue?”

“I don’t know? For minerals?”

You ignored his statement and looked around for any sign of your friend. “If not a siren, and definitely not a gorgon…then maybe it’s-“

“A succubus.” Vinnie interrupted. “Look, we need to split up and try and find Jett before he becomes Jett à la carte. You check in the main room, and I’ll check the kitchen and the bathrooms.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You muttered, fiddling with your thumbs.

“Why not? We’d find the two of them faster that way.”

“We’ve only dealt with one succubus before, and that one alone was a bitch. This one can’t be any different. We need to be cautious.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Y/n, we can’t play it safe this time! Our friend’s life is on the line!”

“And I understand that, but if we go into this gung-ho…then we’re more likely to scare her away and lead her to some other poor guy. I know Jett’s life is at stake here, but so is a bunch of other peoples.”

At that moment, a scream rang out through in the crowd and the music came to an abrupt stop. You gasped, dropping to your knees and covering your throbbing ears. Vinnie fell next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“That wasn’t just your average scream was it?” Vinnie asked.

You kept your hands on your ears. “That was a banshee. While her screams are normal to a human…”

“…for the supernatural, it causes pain.” Vinnie finished.

You nodded, steadily getting back on your feet. everyone stopped dancing and mingling, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

“Jett’s not dead yet, is he? You know, with banshees being walking Geiger counters for death and whatnot.”

“No, Jett’s not dead. Don’t you remember? When banshees scream, it means that someone is about to die, not that they have already passed. It’s a prediction, just like my visions.” You explained.

The two of you saw a wailing Charli being carried out of the room by Noah and Chase. You raised an eyebrow and said, “Would you look at that. I think we found our banshee. Now where’s our succubus?”

You scanned the crowd, finding no sign of anyone feeling the effects of Charli’s scream. The succubus wasn’t there. You then remembered the two leaning up against walls, but surprisingly, there was no one clinging to them. Then, you looked to the stairs where you saw a familiar brunet making his way up them. There was no doubt it was Jett and judging by his state, the demon had him right where she wanted him.

You tapped Vinnie’s shoulder, gaining his attention. “They’re headed upstairs…just like in my vision. Ugh, why didn’t we think to go up there first?”

“It’s fine, Y/n. As long as we know where he is, we can get to him in time.”

Just as you two were about to embark on your quest to save Jett, the music resumed, and a herd of people got back on the dancefloor. You and Vinnie tried your best to push through the sweaty bodies, but it proved to be much more difficult.

“C’mon idiots, move out of the way!” Vinnie yelled, on the verge of decking people in the face. You on the other hand, had a sweeter disposition, nicely excusing yourself. After some time, you had finally got to the stairs and flew up them. Reaching the top, you both were met with no Jett and no succubus. There was, however, an elongated hallway with many doors.

Vinnie groaned, lacing his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Great, we lost them.”

“Maybe not.”

You closed your eyes and tried to remember your vision as vividly as you could. You steadily breathed in and out as it began to replay in your head. In seconds, your eyes shot open revealing nothing but ghostly white orbs. You stepped to the first door on the right. The minute your hand touched the handle, you were back to normal.

“It’s this one!” you spat, bursting through the door.

You and Vinnie ran inside, finding an unconscious Jett on the floor. Vinnie hurried to your shared friend and checked to make sure he was alright. You searched around the room in search of the demon to no avail.

In the midst of walking back over to Vinnie and Jett, you felt some light hit your shoulder. After feeling the spot, you took a look at your finger, seeing it painted with blood. Your breath hitched as you slowly looked up. There the succubus sat, hanging from the wall with a sick grin on her face and blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She roared and dropped from the ceiling, falling on top of you.

“Vinnie!” You screamed, wrestling on the floor with the demon. Vinnie’s attention shot over to you and without hesitation, he charged at the succubus, punching the beast dead square in it’s jaw. She fell off of you and Vinnie took this chance to straddle her.

“Keep her steady, Y/n!” Vinnie ordered, reaching into his jacket pocket. You did as he said, planting your hands on the demon’s wrist, keeping her from moving too much. She flailed around, speaking in tongues and shouting out profanities.

Finally finding it, Vinnie pulled out his father’s bestiary. As he flipped through the pages, the succubus stopped moving and stared daggers at you.

“I know about you,” she cackled, “Y/n, the youngest psychic of your family.”

“Don’t listen to her, Y/n!” warned Vinnie.

You ignored his warning and responded to the demon. “You don’t know nothing about me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Down in hell, we know all about you. And we can’t wait for you to join us and your whore of a mother.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from fear…but from rage. You looked to Vinnie, watching as he stopped on a page. He glanced up at you. “You ready?”

“Kill the bitch.”

Vinnie read off a vanquishing spell and upon doing so, the succubus began to cry out in agony. You struggled to contain her but after a few minutes, she stopped squirming. Her cries silenced as her body dissolved into boiling liquid, creating an acid pool of flesh and blood.

You let out a breath of relief. “Well, that was easier than the one in Devil’s Kettle.”

“That’s because we were amateurs then.” Vinnie replied as he stood up, bringing you with him.

You smiled, patting him on the back. “I gotta give you props on that punch. It was actually kind of hot.”

“No one can do it like me.”

“Don’t let my compliment go to your head.”

He pouted and then turned to a frightened Jett. “You okay, buddy?”

Jett softly nodded, shooting the two of you a shaky thumbs up. “N-Never better. How’d you know I was in trouble?”

Vinnie pointed over at you. “Visions. Only, she didn’t actually see you. She saw me.”

“O-Oh,” Jett said. “I guess, t-that’s cool. Thank you, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome.” You laughed, turning to Vinnie. “We did good, babe.”

“We sure did. All in a day’s work.”

“And onto the next adventure.”

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aressss1 · 3 years

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The Bloody Red Banquet

(Technoblade x Reader)

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A/N: Descriptions of blood and gore, as well as death in this one, so please turn back if that makes you uncomfortable. Also spoilers for the Red Banquet, if you haven't seen it yet.

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“Why aren’t you going to be there?” You whined, trying to give your love your best sad puppy dog impression. This caused an irritated sigh to escape Techno’s lips, as his eyes searched your face.

“The last time I was at celebration it didn’t go well… Or do you not remember that.” He grumbled. “You shouldn’t go.” His eyes pierced right through you. “Why would they just change their tune that quickly?” He questioned you gesturing in the direction of the main SMP. “It’s not safe.”

“Puffy and Niki asked me to go…” You bit your lip looking away from him. “Puffy doesn’t trust them either, and she’s got something planned if things go south.” Techno’s eyebrows furrowed, and he sighed, his hands dropping to his sides. You were going to go against the rules and bring your armor, not that you would tell Techno that, it would just make his point stand even more.

“I’m not goin’,” He walked back toward his seat as he summoned his axe. You watched as he proceeded to sharpen the tool in his hands. “I’m not gonna stop you from goin’, I want you to have fun, and I could only hope they’re serious.” You gave a huff at his words. You wanted him there to back you up if need be. “I know you can handle yourself, you’re a great fighter.” He sighed, his eyes focusing back to the axe in his hands.

He had his own plans regarding that banquet, he trusted you with his life… He just couldn’t risk word getting out about his plans. He would be there for you if need be, but he needed everything to go smoothly for him. He wasn’t about to lose you to the egg or anyone else for that matter. The netherite axe in his hands felt heavy, and his fingers tightened on the handle. You could handle yourself, he had faith in you and your fighting abilities.

“Ugh fine…” You pouted climbing up to your shared room, finding your best clothes suitable for a banquet, you put them on feeling the fabric hug your form. You examined yourself in the mirror adjusting your hair, smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes that you had missed. Some time had passed, and you were ready. Climbing down the ladder, you could feel Techno’s eyes on you, watching you. You gave him a smirk. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

He gave a grumble as he set his axe down by his chair, walking over to you. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he gazes over your face with a fond expression. You melt at his touch, as you place your hands on his chest. His hand slips up to the back of your neck.

“You look amazin’,” His deep voice grounds you and you close your eyes as his face inches closer to yours. “I can’t wait until you take those clothes off.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks, as he kisses you hungrily, his other arm wrapping around your lower back to pull you even closer to him. He was still able to give you butterflies. You loved this hybrid. You almost whimpered when he pulled away. “You…” His thumb stroked over your cheek, “have a banquet to get to.”

He pulled away from you, admiring the hungry look in your eyes. He made his way to the chair again taking hold of the axe. He wanted to go with you, especially with how you looked right now… But he couldn’t just back out on Quackity. This was too important.

He watched you go, the sound of the stone sharpening the axe echoing through the house made it feel very lonely. But he would be with you soon. You would be safe.

It was a… Very red banquet… You were the second guest to arrive it seemed. So, when Ponk had taken your coat, you made your way to the venue. Niki was talking with BBH, you were about to go say hi to her when Sam and Puffy came in behind you. Puffy called you by your name excitedly and started gushing about your outfit. You turned and gave her a smile, meeting the two of them by the entrance.

More guests arrived by the minute. Everyone looked amazing, and you giggled when Foolish flashed his rolex and started handing out the cider he had brought. It was cute watching Puffy with Foolish. Eventually, everyone moved to the dance floor. The music started up, and people started dancing, swaying to and fro with the music.

Puffy had gone to talk to BBH and you found Niki, she flashed you a smile, and you started dancing with her. You had fun twirling around with her, the both of you laughed dancing to Hbomb’s song of choice. By the time the two of you were out of breath, leaning on each other, Puffy had come back to you, linking arms with you and Niki, as she was excited about the shrimp cocktail that Antfrost had promised her.

You sat next to Niki; your eyes curiously look over the red soup on the table in front of you. Beet soup? It wasn’t the best, but it was… red… Like everything else here. It definitely fit the theme. You could feel Ponk’s and Ant’s eyes on you as they whispered to each other, from across the table and you had a bad feeling settle in your stomach.

Once everyone was in their place, you all listened to Bad’s beginning speech, asking if others wanted to make a toast. Foolish volunteered going first and you gave him an encouraging nod when he looked over you and Niki. Though his speech was… a little on the rough side, you raised your glass when he called for cheers. Niki patted Foolish on his shoulder as he sat back down on the other side of her.

Eret volunteered to say a few words next. He held himself with grace, as he stepped up on the table, scanning those around him. You could have sworn you saw the monarch side of him come out. His toast was well said and you realized that even though he spoke words of everyone being reunited… You bit your lip. Spoken like a true king, even if the reality wouldn’t be that easy. In fact, it was near impossible, too much has happened, and you would be a fool to believe words like that.

Ponk’s speech was short… and sweet? It was… Interesting… to say the least. You and Foolish exchanged confused glances when Sam called Ponk beautiful. Wasn’t he the one to take Ponk’s arm? You shrugged it off opting to think about it later. Everyone raised their glasses in a confused manner, well everyone except for Puffy, who stood up on the table, looking like she wanted to say her piece.

When Puffy spoke, she was casual, mentioning how the egg tore her, Bad and Antfrost apart. You gave her a smile when she glanced over you and Niki as she expressed that she didn’t want any more friendships being ruined over the egg anymore. Everyone cheered as she made her way back to her seat.

You pitied George when he was thrust into giving a toast, he clearly hadn’t thought of doing. But he did well, considering. Even asking Ponk about the soup. You giggled at Ponk’s explanation of free-range beets. George gave a yawn as he made his way back to his seat.

Lastly it was Bad’s closing speech, and you listened intently. Your hands fidgeted with your glass. You kept seeing things in the rafters of this place, shadows… You had your armor in your inventory, you weren’t gullible, and even though Bad spoke of nothing but good things for the future… The temperature rose, causing sweat to bead off of your skin… Toward the end of Bad’s speech… Your back was burning, and when you turned around and were met with a wall of lava. You stood as Bad spoke those words, the words you had been waiting to hear. The words that confirmed that this was nothing more than a trap.

“Prepare to die.” He spoke it so casually… Hearing the gasps of the other guests, you and Niki back up, creating as much space in between you and them as you could without touching the lava at your back. You and Niki watched as Puffy confronted all of them. Pulling up the tablecloth from the table revealing a chest.

“WHAT!?” Her shriek rang through out the entire banquet. You felt your blood run cold, your eyes connecting with Niki’s. Bad laughed as he summoned forth a set of diamond armor… Hannah, Antfrost and Ponk followed suit. Hannah stepped forward. A tainted apology spewing from her lips. You felt your fists clench and unclench as you were stepping forward, your eye on all of their swords, which they eventually swapped to their crossbows. Sam, stepped forward, his eyes on Hannah.

“Well… That is tragic that you told them about our plans for the armor, buut…” Sam paused, continuing after Bad questioned him on what he meant. “There is something, that you should know… I had another plan because I didn’t trust you.” His eyes pierce through Hannah. You felt your lips quirk up as Sam mentioned his plan to blow the egg up.

It all happened really fast, and you braced yourself, your hands coming up to cover your ears as TNT rained on top of the egg. Your eyes were closed, and you straightened up, your eyes looking over the still intact egg once all of the TNT had detonated. Obsidian covered the egg as if it were armor. Your heart sunk as you watched as the obsidian disappear without a trace. The TNT had failed…

You tuned out Bad’s laughing, your eyes looking for any possible way out of this situation. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and you were having trouble breathing. You willed yourself to calm down. Bad pulled everyone’s attention to the egg, as he stood in front of it. Straining to hear what he was saying you push through the crowd, planting yourself at the forefront next to Foolish and Eret.

You were able to focus, when Eret called Bad a monster, only to receive insults back about his past betrayals. You bit your lip, your hands itching to call your armor forth, now wasn’t the time. Your eyes scanned over Eret gauging his reactions.

“I’ve changed since then! I know not to break peoples trust anymore.” He was silent, his hands clasped behind his back, he truly held himself like a king. Bad smirked announcing that Eret would be the first one to be sacrificed on this night. You felt your eyes widen, adrenaline coursing through you. You tried grounding yourself, making sure your feet were firmly planted where you stood.

You had to hold yourself back as they grabbed Eret, forcing him to kneel in front of the egg. Antfrost pointed the tip of his sword at Eret’s throat his ruby red eyes staring daggers at the crowd that watched. Eret’s crown fell to the ground as Hannah push him down exposing his neck for Antfrost’s blade to see.

You grit your teeth, what could you do in this sort of situation. The others tried talking it out with Bad, but you zoned out of their conversation. Opting to once again scanning the area for anything that might help… Your attention snapped back to Eret and Antfrost, as Ant held his sword up, readying it to come down. You felt your feet start to move on their own, well… That is… Until Foolish started talking, you felt yourself stop, listening to what he had to say.

“Enough! I am sick of this foul, red stench. I am tired of this endless cycle of egg nonsense. I tried, WE tried to give this dreadful egg another chance. But it’s probably best it ends this way.” Your eyes flick over to Bad as Foolish keeps talking. Trying to gauge their reaction, you ready yourself to summon your armor. “But can it withstand… A barrage of lightning?”

A few painfully long seconds, pass by… Your stomach lurched when nothing happened. Foolish fell to his knees. Studying his hands, he shook his head.

“I don’t understand…” He was in genuine disbelief. His eyes lock with Eret’s. “Why… Isn’t it working?” He asked, as if Eret would know. Today was filled with many disappointments… You gulped down the lump in your throat, listening to Bad gloat, about how we were in the egg’s territory. We held no power here, as a human, and even as a God...

“Why don’t we start with Foolish instead?”Ant’s words caused Puffy, to scream her repugnance at them. They ignored her, as they dragged Foolish up from his knees and to the area where they previously kept Eret.

“You two Bad, Ant, this is your last chance with me, your very very last chance. I am done after this.” Puffy ran to the front, anger flashing in her eyes as she looked over all of them. You could only watch, as Eret made his way over to you. Puffy was a good mother, defending her son. You listened to them fight, your hands shook at your sides. Ant blamed Puffy for everything that they were doing… Saying it was her fault… When Ant stopped talking and the sound of the blade had sliced through Foolish’s skin, his body falling to the ground made you tear up. Puffy screamed and you summoned forth your armor.

The netherite armor you donned clung to your body, it was always such a perfect fit, expertly made by Techno. Foolish was dead and it was clear you needed to fight, otherwise you wouldn’t get out of here alive, and if this didn’t help you didn’t go down helpless. Everyone screamed as Puffy sunk down to the ground, tears in her eyes, her burning eyes trained on Antfrost.

“Oh? What’s this?” Bad eyed you with an amused expression crossing his features. “I think we have a party pooper on our hands.” Bad’s group homed in on you. The sword in your hands was heavy, Techno and Phil had taught you how to fight. You could easily take down one maybe two, but there were three on you in an instant. You couldn’t even get a swing in with your sword, before they knocked the weapon from your hands, grabbing your wrists, and binding them together.

“Let go of me,” You kicked and thrashed your legs to no avail. They had an easy time getting you into Foolish’s spot. They made you kneel… Where he kneeled… His blood pooled where you stood, it soaked into your outfit, the sight making your stomach churn in disgust.

“Don’t worry, you will be a part of something bigger, than you and I.” It sounded like Bad was trying to reassure you… “Good thing that armor doesn’t cover their neck.” Bad shrugged as his eyes flicked to Ant who held his axe, instead of the sword he killed Foolish with, at the ready. You tried wrenching away, but Hannah’s hold on your hair kept you in place. You couldn’t see anything, but the bloody ground, tears on the brink of flowing. Techno’s words about it not being safe echoing in your mind.

“I’m sorry… Techno.” It was barely a whisper, no one heard it but you. Out of the corner of your eye Ant raised his axe and in one fell swoop he brought it down. Your whole body tensed, and you waited for death… But it never came. Instead, a loud clang of metal on metal sounded out above you. Ant’s axe went flying, landing near puffy.

“Bad stop, stop what you’re doing right now.” Quackity’s voice sounded out and Hannah’s hold on you was released as she backed away from your very own blood God who now stood next to you. Your heart soared at the sight of Techno, who didn’t hesitate to pull you up from your kneeling position and to him away from the enemy. You looked around for Quackity who had his hands up as he talked with Bad. He still had a sword in his hand, as he talked.

You listened to Quackity, who you hadn’t seen in forever, not since he had kidnapped you to get an edge on Techno, so he would come easily to his own execution… His gnarled face… You knew Techno had done a number on him… But… It was easy to forget who Techno was and what he could do. Quackity was a good reminder, and you nuzzled yourself closer into Techno’s side. Techno’s eyes scanned over you, looking for any wounds. But when his eyes turned back toward Bad, he let out a whistle and out from the opening, you assumed Quackity came from, a hoard of dogs rushed in, as they planted themselves around their master. During Quackity’s speech Purpled made himself known, and you figured that had to hurt the eggpire since Purpled was working for them. You gave a sigh of relief.

“Techno. You and Quackity are enemies why would you side with him?” Bad’s glare shifted from Quackity and Purpled, to Techno. Your Blood God tightened his hold on you as if they would snatch you away from him.

“Listen Bad, I didn’t want to work with this guy either, but this egg… Is warpin’ people’s minds, it’s controllin’ them, and it has no plans of stoppin’ until it controls the entire world.” He paused, his nose wrinkling underneath the pig skull mask. “This egg stands for everything… It’s the epitome of everything I stand against as an anarchist, and if I don’t stop it… It’ll be the end of the world.” He squared his shoulders his eyes glancing toward you. “Not to mention, you almost killed one of the people most important to me, and for that, I’ll see that you will get tenfold what Quackity got.”

“ANTFROST YOU’RE DEAD!” Puffy screamed, she had grabbed Antfrost’s axe, and she ran at him swinging wildly. “You’ve taken my kindness as weakness Antfrost!” Her axe hitting him square in the chest plate he tried blocking and dodging most of her shots, but to no avail, he stumbled back. She brought her axe down hitting him square in the jugular. Blood sprayed over her, as her grip tightened on the axe, and she pulled it out with a sickening crunch. His body fell to the ground and she turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd; it was truly a look of despair only a mother could feel.

That was when everyone broke out fighting. Techno held you behind him, his cloak now covering your body. The dogs stayed around him attacking those who got close enough, keeping a good perimeter between the two of you and them, as Techno shot his fireworks at the enemy. You pressed your face in between his shoulder blades, your fingers intertwining in his shirt, just waiting for the sounds to stop.

When Bad called for retreat, and everything quieted down you felt yourself breath a sigh of relief. You just wanted to go home at this point. You listened to the conversation around you, as Techno put his arm around you. His fingers rubbing tiny circles in your arm to try and comfort you.

“Come on, I’ve got you darlin’,” He whispered in your ear, once Quackity said his piece to him and Sam. He carried you on his back, back to the place that you both called home. When you felt the windchill, you shuddered, happy to feel it again. Tears sprung forth and you buried your face in his cloak, your tears soaking into the red material.

When you got into the house, he fed the coals of the fire, making it come back to life. He scans over your form, his heart sinking when you didn’t look up at him. He could have lost you in a second. Taking off his mask, he presses his lips to your forehead, his hands running up your arms.

“Darlin’ let’s get you out of these clothes,” the scent of Foolish’s blood permeated the air, making the voices in his mind louder and more aggressive... Aggression wasn’t something you needed right now. He helped you get undressed finding more comfortable clothing for you to wear. While you bathed and eventually got dressed, he made dinner for the both of you. You were still in disbelief, that you almost lost a life, not to mention you felt horrible because Foolish did lose a life… You didn’t want to eat when Techno slid food in front of you.

“Eat, you need your strength.” You nodded and picked at your food. You weren’t hungry, but if you didn’t at least try, you would worry Techno. That was the last thing he needed. The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, and when the two of you were done with dinner, he set your plates in the kitchen sink, opting to do them later. He turned back to you kneeling down to your level, letting his lips graze yours.

“I love you.” He never said it out loud before, he always made sure you knew though but this time was different, sure Quackity threatened your life when Techno was on his way to his execution… But to see an axe flying toward you… Was a completely different feeling all together. Your tears sprang forth at his confession, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, as you sobbed. He held you close, even picked you up and sat down in his chair with you in his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.” He tried calming you, as he pressed kisses to your head, while you sobbed into his chest.

When you did calm down and you just laid there with your head on his chest, he started reading to you, his arm still around you while the other held up the book he read from. The two of you always did this, but this time was more special. He still had you in his arms, and you still had him. The two of you stayed like that until nightfall. The fire roaring beside his chair.

It wasn’t until you were asleep, did he decide to take you to your shared bed. He climbed the ladder albeit a little awkwardly, but he got your exhausted form up there, like he had done many times before. He got ready for bed himself, and he climbed in the sheets with you, holding you closely to him. He vowed to protect you and he would, to his very last breath.

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ashiemochi · 2 years

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aphrotitty - xliv ☢

✠ Aphrotitty ↳ Don’t do anything stupid ↳↳ does something stupid

~~ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ~~ genre: fluff, a slice of life, angst, gore at some point, smut/suggestive themes ~~ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

☢ Warning: zombies, mentions of blood/gore, witty leon is witty, Mr X believing he could fly, stupid one-liners.

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“This sewer routine is getting... Ugh... Annoying.”

The agent made his way through the sewers, the stench itself making him gag but he stayed focused, locating the stairs up to a door.

Having fought mutated zombies along the way, he was running out of ammo. He didn’t know how much he had left before having to switch to the combat dagger to take those suckers down, and god knows how much he’d like to keep distance from them though.

Shit water dripped from the bottom of his shoes as Leon climbed up the stairs. He went through the door and found it was the basement of the facility. It also seemed to be a storage room, having found ointments made of herbs that he instantly recognized.

“These should be useful.” He stuffed the ointment into his pocket and checked the doors.

One led to another part of the storage room, other led to a janitor’s room, but the one leading outside was locked – like the rest of the doors. All needed a LEVEL 2 ID card, something he did not have.

“Damn it, why would you need a keycard to a basement?” Leon grumbled to no one then a loud clank behind him caught his attention, turning around instantly to the source.

A big bulbous mutated zombie roared loudly, spews of acid and a gut-wrenching smell hissing out from the large pimples all over its body; Leon cringed at the smell.

“Oh, so that’s why...” He sarcastically assumed then it charged and he shot at it. It staggered back, shaking before screeching again, now the holes in its body shooting out acid. Leon ducked behind one of the crates, hissing when a splatter of acid hit the spot near his shoe.

“It ate those bullets like breakfast.” He peered over and his piercing blues located pressurized nitrogen canisters. Checking his ammo, he only had a handful. The zombie groaned and stumbled closer to the crate he was hiding.

Leon rolled into action, shooting one of the pimples to get its attention – and it did more than enough. It stumbled back; now close enough to the canisters.

“Time for a shower, don’t you think?”

Aiming, he shot said canisters and they hissed before exploding, coating the zombie and the area with ice. The monster screeched and groaned as its movements slowed till they froze, becoming entirely made of ice. The now ice statue creaked then tumbled onto the ground and a card slid towards Leon.

Blinking, he picked it up and saw it was the keycard he needed. Frowning a little at the smiling doctor in the picture, he felt pity as he walked towards the door and used the card, unlocking the door.

“Poor bastard didn’t expect to be dragged into this...”

Leon found a flight of stairs leading up and began jogging up. A faint image of familiar soft eyes popped up in his head and he remembered the girl. He took out his phone, calling her and he heard it ring, “Come on... Pick up...”

The longer it rang, the slower he went as dreadful thoughts weaselled their way into his mind. He could practically hear his heart pounding in his ears along with the occasional ringing. Then her voice came through, halting him on the stairs.

“Leon?”

Leon exhaled audibly in relief, “Yeah, how are things with you? Did you find your parents yet?”

“No... I had to fix the power and uhm, that... Giant thing, it’s...” His muscles tensed up at her little voice, hearing the pain behind her lines, “It’s still around, but I managed to get away.”

“Are you okay? Where are you now?” Leon continued going up the stairs.

“I’m on my way to the head office.” She sighed, grunting as there were shuffling noises in the background, “What about you? Did you find a way in?”

“Yeah.” He said, eyeing down where he came from then up, catching a glimpse of a door and the end of stairs, “Some way it was... Look, just stay where you are, alright? I’m on my way.”

“Le – you’re breaking off –”

“So Ah? So Ah!” The call dropped and his feet stopped as he looked down at his phone, noticing he didn’t have good reception. Then he sped up the stairs, now hurried to get out.

“Damn it.”

✠✠

The elevator chimed and the gates slid open, revealing So Ah leaning against the railing with her free hand holding onto her axe. Her eyes peered around, noticing the bloody mess and the crimson splatter on the walls.

Whatever happened here, the bodies were gone. Cringing at the heavy smell, she slowly made her way down to the hall where the chairman’s office was.

So Ah tried the knobs, shaking the doors to get them open but they wouldn’t budge and by looking aside to the tablet, she needed a LEVEL 5 ID card. Feeling a lump growing in her throat, she slammed her fists against the glass doors, hoping to catch anyone’s attention.

“Mom, dad!”

But no one came.

She stepped back, panting before looking back where she came from, remembering going past the secretary’s desk. She jogged back to the desk, trying hard to ignore the dull pain in her abdomen. She searched through the drawers and files, hissing a curse under her breath when she couldn’t find anything.

The floor consisted of a secretary’s desk, her dad’s office, bathroom, security’s office, and numerous other offices. Some were locked with a similar keycard but after thorough searching and many whacking zombies in the head with her trusted axe, she found one office open; the Chief Operating Office.

It was fairly clean unlike the other rooms but still had a dreadful aura to it. Rummaging through the drawers, a handwritten note got her attention from under the keyboard.

I’ve received intel that there has been suspicious behaviour around the facility. One of the lab workers claimed they saw a man in a white laboratory suit just skimming through the files. They’ve asked what was he looking over and he mentioned having lost a sample from the greenhouse. The thing is, our lab workers don’t have the authorization to the greenhouse facility.

Nonetheless, the PHANTOM sample must not be found. See to it that it’s hidden and shake off any eyes from the higher-ups. If what the lab worker said is true, and indeed there’s an unauthorized man around, then you mustn’t trust anyone. In case something goes wrong, the override keys are with the Head Researcher; Roosevelt. Be aware of which door you open, those keys can open all authorized levels.

I’ll update the security on the activity. Remember; the PHANTOM must not fall into the wrong hands.

-F.S

Sure the whole note had a serious tone to it, but she only paid attention to the keycard. Whatever PHANTOM and fucking undercover people was, she just wanted her parents back – or even to know if they’re okay.

If they’re still alive...

So Ah let out a shaking breath to calm her nerves down and pulled out her phone to check the map – the laboratories were on the tenth floor.

As she made her way down the hall, heading to the elevator, she tried calling her parents – and even her siblings – but none picked up. Frowning deeply at this, she tried calling Leon to at least update him about her whereabouts.

“Huh, the reception must be bad from wherever he was...” She muttered when the call didn’t go through then shook her head as she entered the elevator and pressed the 10th button.

“Maybe we’ll meet on the way... I hope...”

✠✠

The agent busted into the security’s office with his gun up in an alerted fashion, scanning the small room then Leon pocketed a hip pouch he found along with bullets. The guards were nowhere to be found but judging from the half working cameras, the girl was right about getting the generators going.

He let out a huff in an amused tone, leaning down onto the desk to watch the cameras, “Good work, sweetheart... Now, where are you...?”

The 14th floor was empty which contrasted to when she had told him. Then there was movement in the 10th one, instantly catching his eye when the elevator doors slid open and So Ah walked out. An uncontrollable relieved chuckle left through his grinning lips when he saw she was okay, minus the bandage around the lower part of her right leg.

Then he saw the bloody axe in her hands that she swung with precise to bring down a crawling dead and his eyes lit up in intrigue at this side of her – but then softened when she visibly shuddered when she pulled her axe back and gagged before covering her mouth.

She moved off-camera and he switched to the other cameras on the floor; eyes narrowing instantly at the sight of the tyrant walking from the other side of the floor. So Ah seemed to have sensed the heavy footsteps and Leon watched her run to what seemed to be a locker room and hid in there.

The tyrant’s head turned up to face the camera, pale eyes glaring at the red blinking dot as if staring back at Leon – then his large hand reached up with ease and the CCTV screen went to static. Leon scoffed in disbelief, straightening up and taking a step back.

“Amateur.”

He resisted calling her, knowing any sound would get that mutated freak on her toes. As he was heading to the door out, the rolling chair squeaked aside when he bumped into it and something fell from his peripheral vision. He tilted his head at the notepaper and picked it up.

Stop being useless and do your fucking jobs. Undercover investigators have broken in and we have no clue who they are. Toughen your security up and keep an eye out for any suspicious behaviour. And before I forget, the chief operator now has authorization to the lab rooms.

Delete any activity regarding that.

-F.S

“I’m guessing those were from the DSO...” Leon muttered lowly about the investigators and looked up when there were movements again – they weren’t of zombies, but soldiers.

They were coming through the lobby, shooting incoming zombies and mutated ones. The quality wasn’t all that great to recognize any faces or the blurry as fuck emblem on their shoulders, but he did recognize a familiar buff built body – the BSAA must be here.

“I’ll worry about that later.” He went out of the door and went to the one on the side that led straight up and down the hall; he chose to head up.

“So Ah can’t stay hidden forever...”

✠✠

“We’ll split into three teams; Team BETA scan floors two up to seven, team OMEGA keep an eye out around here, Piers and I will be taking floors eight up to fourteen – understood?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Alright, keep your radio on – move out!”

It wasn’t new for the United Nations to send the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance – BSAA – when a pharmaceutical facility as big as Green Life is the centre of the viral outbreak. With %75 of the state being infected and the hostiles hitting a record of being around 85,000, all security combat organizations had their hands on deck.

It was the biggest outbreak so far and it was smart. No one would admit it, but deep down they knew it was one hell of a genius idea. Collaborating with an underground brand of fireworks to mix in the virus with the components of those colourful crackers just before New Year’s Eve – it’s evilly smart.

Morally a horrible plan but it was well-thought-out and whoever planned this whole thing must’ve had hell of a time on their hands – and patience to wait till the end of the year.

Having gushed enough and strayed off-topic, Chris and Piers had just arrived on the 10th floor and cleared their way of zombies. They even found some deaddead zombies with their brains hacked out which Piers nudged with the tip of his assault rifle.

“Whoever did this must still be alive... The weapon object is nowhere to be found.” Piers theorized and Chris nodded, silently agreeing with his partner as they both made their way into a wide smoking room with glass walls overseeing the city and the fountain at the bottom of the facility.

“Remember our mission; let’s keep going –“

A loud thud interrupted them and in a flash, Piers got slammed to the side, letting out a grunt of pain when he hit the bookshelves then fell to the ground.

“Piers!” Chris shouted before aiming his rifle at the tyrant who towered over him with ease.

“Shit!”

Chris dodged an incoming punch, taking a few steps back before firing at the enemy. Man didn’t even flinch, but he did seem annoyed, covering his face with his arm as he booked it towards the operator.

Chris’s back bumped into the glass wall and he glanced back then at the incoming attack. He positioned himself to jump, continuing his assault on the tyrant to keep his attention on him. The giant raised his fist up and Chris didn’t hesitate to roll to the side just in time for the tyrant to slam into the glass, shattering it to bits.

“Eat this.” Chris unpinned the grenade and rolled it towards the tyrant near the edge before taking cover behind a nearby couch.

The rest of the shards scattered around as the explosion went off, efficiently pushing the tyrant off the edge. Panting heavily, he got onto his feet and rushed cautiously to the edge.

Chris peered down, eyes straining through the aftermath smoke of the grenade, and he saw the body at the bottom with blood surrounding it. He let out a sigh in relief then remembered his partner.

“Piers! Piers, are you alright?” Chris knelt down next to the groaning soldier who slowly but surely was getting up.

“Yeah, just peachy... What the fuck was that?”

“I didn’t think it’d be here.” Chris helped him up and Piers stumbled a little, cracking his shoulders then let out a gruff sigh and held his rifle, “That only proves Neo-Umbrella is really a part of this.”

✠

“No use.” Chris muttered before pressing his hand against the locked glass door, clicking his tongue, “It’s bulletproof too... Whatever’s inside must be pretty important then.”

They had stumbled upon the main lab door but like he mentioned; it was locked with bulletproof glass. He could squint and see the chaotic bloody mess inside with half a body or two slumping on the desk and pieces of flesh scattered on the floor.

Piers heard a faint series of light footsteps and nudged the captain to silence his mumbles to himself then gestured with his chin to the room down the hall. Chris furrowed his brows at him but then stilled when the sound came back.

Both of them quietly affirmed and Chris walked ahead with Piers being close behind.

They entered the room and instantly shivered; it was a cooler room. It contained shelves of unknown specimens and the works, but what irked them the most was the opaque body bags – except they were much bigger than an average grown human.

“Captain...”

“I know...”

The power was down for this room – who knew if the bodies were completely dead but the previous sound did seem like it came from here.

In a split second, two bags flopped onto the floor and spikes protruded through the fabric. Piers and Chris raised their assault rifles alarmingly, watching the bags’ every move as it fumbled around before ripping completely when the mutated creature pulled itself onto its feet like some acrobatic slime.

“What the hell?!”

The soldiers fired at the zombies with sharp spikes shaking in anticipation all over their bodies and then they screeched and launched their bodies at the two men.

Piers managed to roll to the side, getting the attention of one but the other that charged at Chris was faster, shooting a spike straight towards Chris’s shoulder, slicing through the radio and fabric.

“Argh!” A shout of pain emitted from the operator, gripping his bleeding shoulder and stumbling back before he slipped on some spilt slimy substance and fell to the ground.

“Captain! – SHIT!” Piers slammed his rifle against the one cornering him to put some distance to try and get to his captain but the spikes were elongating, blocking his only way to Chris.

Chris reached for his rifle, grunting through the stinging gash in his shoulder as his fingertips touched the handle of his weapon. Heart pounding rang in his ears as the mutated zombie stepped closer to the fallen soldier.

“C’mon – fuck off!” Piers was getting frustrated as he reloaded his gun whilst the zombie staggered back against the assault but recovered fast, growing frantic with its thorns being directed towards Piers.

Piers threw a quick glance at his captain and saw him struggling as the zombie let out a screech before charging towards him when Chris had finally caught his gun but the freak was too close.

“CHRIS, NO!”

The screeches suddenly went quiet when a gut-wrenching sound followed by a dull thunk reached their ears. Chris panted heavily, staring up wide-eyed at the tip of an axe dug into the zombie’s head. The axe then was swung to the side, pushing away the body to reveal an equally tired girl.

She breathed heavily before letting out a pained sound, setting the tip of the bloody axe down to lean on it for support as she eyed the man on the floor with slight confusion.

“You’re not Leon...”

Her head perked to the ruckus Piers was going through with the last standing thorny zombie just as he shoved a cart to push the zombie back before burying the bullets straight into its head – finally killing it.

Piers jumped over the body to join the duo and warily aimed his gun at the girl who stilled, fear replacing the lost in her eyes as she took a step back cautiously.

“Don’t shoot.” Chris ordered from beneath him and grunted to pull himself up to his feet, visibly wincing at the wound in his shoulder, “She’s needed alive.”

Piers eyed his captain then back at the girl and slowly lowered his gun. She tilted her head, puzzled as Chris let out a huff when he noticed the destroyed COM device and threw it aside. He took a step closer to the girl but she instantly took two back, dragging her axe with her.

It was clear she wasn’t going to attack; even if needed.

Judging from the axe, she was the one who was leaving those trails of open-headed zombies around. She was too exhausted and he noticed the shotgun hanging over her shoulder, seemingly new.

She wasn’t using the weapon – why did she have it?

Unless...

“You know Leon? As in Leon Kennedy?” Chris asked to make sure and she hesitated before shaking her head.

“I’ve... Never heard of that name before – Leon? Like the zodiac Leo?”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“So I’ve been told... How do you know him?” She shot back as her hand tightened around the axe’s handle and the other settled on across her lower ribs, hardening her usually soft eyes on him.

“Through my sister.” Chris answered before pulling out his ID card to show that he was legit, “I’m Chris Redfield from the BSAA, and this is Piers Nivans also from the BSAA.”

“BSAA?”

“Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance – and we’ve got a mission to take you to HQ.”

“Why would you–”

“Captain, we should head out.” Piers interrupted and the three of them noticed the body bags beginning to shuffle and move.

The girl let out a hitched breath as she picked up her axe again and jogged out, the two BSAA soldiers following closely behind.

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watchingthefallofrome · 2 years

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Witcher S2E1

I’m so excited for this

“rated for TV-MA for language, violence, sex, nudity gore, smoking” lol where is the smoking going to be?

the recaps are always telling what they want us to see/remember

Fringilla, I hope I learn more about you, girl

Yen, Ciri, I’m looking forward to seeing you two together this season!

let’s gooooooooo

this opens with an ominous bucket knocking against a well, building mood, this is such a Netflix show

interesting, i thought this snowy blue town from the trailers was going to be Kaer Morhen, glad I was wrong

Kira … or Kiera

oh, nope, she’s dead

***

oof, aftermath of the battle of sodden

“please let me live” “no today” Vilgefortz that was brutal

Tissaia, concerned mother, TM

4,000 Temerians and 5,000 Kaedwenians dead…what is the geography of this world??????? Where was Redania or Aedirn?

20,000 dead Nilfgaard, yesssssss, fuck them up Yen

Damn, Tissaia screaming Yen’s name, I feel that!

and now Geralt screaming Yen’s name!!!

noooo, not Geralt thinking Yen is dead, the pure emotion in his face, Henry, that was amazing, the “was it worth it” the stilted walk away, not telling Ciri who she is, ugh, keep trying to bottle up those emotions, witcher, you know that won’t work

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Ciri and Geralt in the woods

aww, did Geralt build a little lean-to shelter for Ciri to sleep under?

so no one in this family sleeps, huh?

Ciri talking about the "black knight" sounds like a book reference, who tf is the black knight?

Ciri “i need to understand some things” that’s an understatement, kid

“I saved your father’s life...from your grandmother” did no one tell Ciri this story?? like there were hundreds of guests at this wedding banquet and no one mentioned it? Ciri's grandfather seemed cool why didn’t he tell her this story? like, really no one told her?

“she didn’t want your mother marrying … an outsider” interesting choice of words, here, Geralt

Ciri wants to go to Skellige “you’d be married off to the nearest lord of bad breath” Geralt giving real dad advice here, only wanting the best for his daughter, good oral hygiene only

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ooh, a sweeping CGI shot of Aretuza, the budget!

Oh no Triss! don’t die!

that wig is a disaster

I love seeing Tissaia still all beat up from battle, love her character

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Yennefer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also beat up

damn, this whole cast is peak “grimes up good”

***

back to Geralt and Ciri traveling

aw, Geralt referring to Kaer Morhen as “home"

“there was an attack, when i was a boy” ah, yes, I forgot we changed the backstory/timeline here

Geralt axiied roach, however, that horse actor does not look calm, Fiona is still clutching those reigns with a death grip

Geralt finds a dead animal in the woods, gets out a hunting knife to inspect it, calms everyone, then EATS A CHUNK OF IT? Geralt. why.

LOLLL, the ominous knocking bucket is back, mood

“I know someone near by” … the lonely cursed man living in a creepy abandoned castle nearby...so you’re basically friends with the Beast from Beauty and the Beast?

ah, the old “two people meet, attack each other, and then recognize they are friends" trope

is this whole castle magic? is Nivellen magic? how do things keep falling from the ceiling?

Ciri is in a bath, oh no, she’s getting out …...... omg THAT is how you film a girl getting out of a bath without oversexualizing her or showing any other unnecessary bullshit, thank you!

all this food falling onto the table and spilling everywhere, hilarious

Nivellen asking if Geralt told Ciri how they met, Ciri “no, he’s not especially chatty”, haha, drag him!

Geralt getting called a “snow-capped sourpuss” lol

fuck, is “wyvern” pronounced “why-vern” (rhymes with fern) and not “wheh-ver-en” I’m 31

“in front of the girl?” “she’s tougher than you think” yes Geralt, standing up for Ciri and thinking she’s amazing!

so this dude was cursed because he used to be a frat boy?

The WILD HUNT?????? That is going to be the villain of this season??? That’s the antagonist of the third game, which are all set after the books, no? and isn’t the show is covering the beginnings of the books? why are they bringing this villain in in now? isn’t it way too soon?

“The Wraiths of Morhogg” lol, LOTR “inspired"

“I’ve lived through a whole dark age and three supposed end of days” Geralt the millennial confirmed

Ciri sitting on the floor, saying, “Go on Geralt, we’ll be alright” Fiona, baby girl, I love you, your acting is perfection, playing Ciri like the fucking queen she is, you’re amazing

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Back at Aretuza

Oh, it’s that dude! with the curly hair, from Nilfgaard… what’s his name? … how did he get captured again? like i remember you, but i don’t

Tissaia is fucking on a war path trying to find Yennefer, like this is really showing us the depths mothers will go for their children, and their mother/daughter relationship isn’t even on the best of terms, like they have so many problems, but Tissaia is still out here fucking torturing people just to find Yen, like damn

“i know you want to scream...but it’s too soon” holy fuck

the use of high pitched sound sound in place of screams... chilling, love it

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lamo, did Yennefer just make fun of the mushrooms Fringilla made for her?

Yen calling Fringilla a “pawn” …. “he won’t be happy to see you return, tail between your legs” camera shifts over Fringilla, focuses on Yen, “you know I won’t turn” …. “I’ll be lauded for saving them” “I’m sure they’ll be most understanding, all leaders are” …..Yen and Fringilla, telling each other the truths you BOTH need to hear, I want more!!

“shitgaard” lol

***

Nivellen just happens to have this light carousel history thing...“a doomed young elven warrior and the human she falls in love with..the fall of the elders” wow, this story surely won’t come back, just completely added here for funsies, nothing to do with the plot, no foreshadowing here

Geralt talking to Roach about Ciri….sir, go find Yennefer! she’s not dead! start talking to Yen about Ciri’s development, not your horse! we all love Roach, but shes not going to be Ciri’s new mom!

Geralt follows footprints, they stop, so the thing turns into a bird and flies away?

Ciri “I wish I could go back in time and save them, save everyone” okay, I’m ready for whatever that journey will take us, isn’t she the mistress of time and space or something? is this going to come back?? I’m excited to see.

“Mousesack told me of a hedgehog man who was cured of pure love”…so someone did tell you the story of your parents, you just didn’t know it was them, sigh, when will someone tell you?

so all Nivellen's servants are buried in the garden… so not like beauty and the beast...but also, how exactly did Nivellen kill them not knowing his own strength? i want details

"monsters are born of deeds done, unforgivable ones” okay, so we have the basic “who is the real monster?” theme here. it’s obviously never Geralt, but the jury is out on Nivellen, he’s getting more suspicious, why are all your former employees dead sir??

holy shit, Nivellen just drank out of a tankard with that prosthetic head on. that shit was so fucking good, I’m so happy netflix is investing in practical effects and prosthetics for their shows, it’s this head is fucking phenomenal, it’s so realistic i forget I’m not watching another person, like the features are still a little stiff and the lip movements don’t exactly match, but holy fuck, they have moving lips that match the actor, like this whole head is so amazing to watch in the scene, the actor is doing so much acting with his eyes and body language, omg, i could go off forever on how much i love watching this character, just from a film-making point of view, like i really feel like I’m watching revolutionary effects similar to lotr, and so subtle, no huge over-the-top battle scene, just this one character who is non-human who needs a realistic looking head, this effect is fucking amazing, we need more of this!

Geralt inventing a drinking game of truth or truth, love it

lol, Geralt's little pinched face after he missed his knife throw, he’s cute mad

“what changed you” “who...Yennefer of Vengerberg” okay. so i love Yen. I love Geralt. I love the tension they had in season 1. I did not see the way she changed him, I may be wrong, but....where was it

Geralt telling Nivellen Yen is dead, “how are you now heartbroken” “who says I’m not” and the shot staying on his face, ugh Geralt, giving out fucking gut punches here, love it

i love every time yen and Fringilla are on screen, I want more

“horses, whores, and mages, all useful til we’re not” think better about yourself Yen!

“redeem myself from what? … that implies choice … we were all just gilded pawns to control kingdoms” damn, Fringilla already calling herself a pawn too and looking at herself, damn what character development is in story for you, Fringilla?

“if I'd had Tissaia to shield me” damn Fringilla, tell her!!!!! Yen did get away with so much shit because of Tissaia! Fringilla got nothing! read her!

Yen, then calling Fringilla a bootlicker “eager to please. easy to wound” fuck, girl

okay damn, Yennefer and Fringilla just going back and forth with the barbs!!! I hope you both learn from each other, I’m fascinated by the positions they are both in and how they can be affecting each other here. Like, neither were left in good places at the end of season 1 and I’m excited to see where their charters will go in this season!

***

um, Nivellen, thanks for the exposition about how witchers kidnap children and torture them to turn them into witchers, but you’re telling a witcher that he had his feelings and emotions trained out of them…when literally in the last scene Geralt told you he was heartbroken over yen… you then claim witchers are monsters, when you literally just told Ciri monsters are not those with claws, but those who do bad deeds… like take a hint my guy

but actually Nivellen asking how Ciri feels about being Geralt’s child surprise is a good question, Geralt what does Ciri think??

“this is the look of a man who’s wondering why his old friend is cheating” call his ass out Geralt, Nivellen is only getting more and more suspicious

Ciri sleeping like a princess, cute

who is this woman on the ceiling?????!!!!! leave Ciri the fuck alone!

love her visual effects, the sped up movements, looks cool

love the use of contacts in this show…why don’t more productions do this, it’s such an easy way to drastically changes the looks of a character

Ciri “monsters to bad things to people” and Vereena “humans do bad things to everybody” you’re missing the point girl, it’s about individual actions, not collective punishment

Ciri immediately understanding the love story here, smart and empathetic, love it, you’re going to be a great queen!

Geralt back in the empty town again. how do we know? the ominous bucket is back!!!!!!

Geralt seeing a second set of footsteps disappearing, “it flies” … sir, you are a witcher…wasn’t that obvious from the first set of footprints?

“bruxa", or “bruxer” in Henry’s accent

ohh, we get the dramatic trailer scene with Geralt turning around with his witcher black eyes and telling Ciri to “move now”, good stuff, good stuff

soooooo… Vereena is eating Nivellen… like a vampire? is she killing him??

Geralt just going full witcher mode, sword in hand, breaking into a room to kill her, like how did we get here, you were trying to shelter your new daughter for the night and now you’re on a warpath to kill a bruxa, love it

oooh, Vereena’s double teeth! the way she screams!! fuck Geralt up!

um, Nivellen is just lying there, is he okay? is he dead??

Geralt following her on the ceiling, lucky he found the exact spot Vereena was in

in the courtyard, Vereena just fucking Geralt up then turning around and being kind to Ciri, love it

that show of Vereena flying back, with the white dress, beautiful, perfection, i feel like every fucking shot of this show was meticulously planned out, like the cinematography in this scene is great, i can see the planning and foresight in this show, and this whole scene is so monochromatic, love it, love everything about this

so she turned into a giant bat?? so actually like a vampire?

okay, why is she naked when injured? i like the placement and camera angle, no over the top nudity here, and Ciri runs to give her a cloak, love it, but what happened to her dress? she was already clothed

oh no, why Vereena, don't threaten Ciri!

oh shit! i wasn’t expecting Nivellen to come back and fucking kill Vereena!!!!!!

wait, she’s not dead, she’s trying to kill Nivellen! girl, give us at least one redeemable movement!

then Geralt just fucking chopping her head off, like damn

her last words, “he’ll come for you too” no, do not put terrible things into Ciri’s head! ... but also, setting up Geralt as a monster killer and Ciri becoming afraid of her potential powers, okay, I'll ride with it

so Nivellen lost his true love and broke the curse… but, she still killed an entire village and probably your servants, so...

“not for destroying the temple, but for raping the priestess” HOLY FUCK dude, you just said that casually, like, GODDAMN, this fucker was cursed because he was THAT kind of frat boy, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Geralt’s face twisting in absolute disgust at this revelation is perfection. Amazing reaction. Henry, I love watching you act. And they held that movement with Geralt and Ciri, like damn Nivellen, no one is sympathizing with you right now, amazing, love it

Geralt just turning away from Nivellen and walking away, like damn, that message is LOUD AND CLEAR

the treatment of rape in this fantasy show is refreshing, like no one is making excuses

Nivellen asking Geralt to kill him, “you’re mortal now, do it yourself” Geralt. Holy fuck, telling him to live with what he did, like fuck.

so, apparently this whole plot line was changed from the books…..but yeah, I’m just going to enjoy what this plot is trying to show and say in this story right now. When I finally read the books, I’ll re-review and get big mad over everything

Geralt in the woods, finally meditating, my baby, take a break, please actually sleep

Ciri is talking about being afraid of her powers? potential? she has some obviously growth to go through this story from being the princess to the bad ass character she’ll become, love her set up, I’m excited to watch her grow!

***

yes, my favs, Yennefer and Fringilla!

oh shit, all the red shirts just got fucking speared and removed off-camera, what is going to happen to my girls???

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