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xerceii · 8 months

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God’s Eye - PART 1 & 2

Pairing: Chanyeol/OC

Genre: Fantasy, Action, romance

TW/Warnings: 18+ included some gore, a scene with vomit, violence, murder, smut in future chapters, multiple sexual conversations, religious talk relating to God and the devil

Plot: Ahn Jung is a 25 year old office worker who underwent eye transplant surgery, she never thought that the donor would be a demon.

Note:

Testing to see if I want to start posting fics on tumblr again or continue linking to other sites 🤔 so here’s part 1 and 2 combined to test the waters

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The faint beeping of the machine was the only sound she could hear for a while. It kept a slow rhythmic pace that mimicked her heart rate. It was insufferable. The endless sound reminded her that she was alive yet couldn't do anything but wait. Leaving her to her own thoughts... or so she thought-

Ahn could see images behind closed lids. They were fast and few but she saw them. Flashes of fire, of an old city she didn't recognize and even faces. Faces so beautiful she wondered exactly where this place was?

But... she could see.

Finally she was told to sit up. Ahn sat up and felt the bandages around her eyes loosen and unwrap. The doctor told her specific instructions which she didn't hear... No, she was too busy being nervous. Her heart pounded and her hands started clamming. What if her body rejected the donor? What if something had gone wrong and she can see even less than before? Or what if she looked funny now? They had told her the eye color would change. She didn't want that. She was Ahn, the girl with the pretty brown eyes that let everyone know it was okay to approach her.

That let everyone know she wouldn't judge them. She'd want to be their friend. Soft brown eyes like the color of Christmas pine trees, or fallen autumn leaves. That's the way her mom had described them. She always loved that description. It made her feel as if just by looking into her eyes.... You could smell cinnamon and taste eggnog.

You couldn't now.

The sound of cameras clicking brought her out of her depressing trance. The bandages were off, glasses immediately placed on her eyes.

"I wanted to see them!" Her mother whined.

"You can later on." The doctor explained. "After a while she'll be able to wear clear glasses, but she'll need an eye shield for now."

"Did they actually change?"

"Yes." The doctor sounded almost embarrassed to admit it as if he had any way of stopping that process. Obviously he didn't. "They're a clear blue now."

Her parents gasped and she gripped the bedsheets.

Oh well.

It wouldn't look good on her but at least she's going to have better vision now.

Ahn looked around the room. The glasses dimmed the lighting and it was still a bit blurry but she could tell there was a difference. A huge one actually. Things were their actual distance, the outline of everything could be seen and faces- everyone's faces were distinct, though the blurriness would take it away every so often. It had worked though. It made her hopeful. It brought her back to normal. Ahn jumped up and everyone panicked fearing she might fall over.

"I'm fine." Her hand raised to stop anyone from grabbing her. "Better than fine actually, It worked!"

"You'll be a bit sore for the next few days. You should take it easy."

She nodded and stretched. Ahn didn't know how long she had been under the knife but her body definitely did. It was cramped and stiff in all the worst areas. She needed to move her legs, start walking or running or whatever. Letting out a groan, she smiled at everyone who was looking at her. Which was everyone in the room. "I'll be fine, I just want to get out of here. I'm good to leave right?"

"Technically yes." The doctor frowned. "As long as you follow the instructions."

She nodded not really knowing any of them. "I will! I'll get a paper for them though, right?"

He nodded and she didn't need to hear anymore. Ahn walked out of the hospital room in her gown, happy to just get out of there. She hated standing still, she hated doing nothing. It was weird but she wanted to dance. Her socks slid against the hospital's smooth white floor. It wasn't exactly dancing but it was the most she could do without being labeled crazy.

Ahn took the stairs, even skipping some of the last ones and jumping off. This was going to be great, she could finally see better which meant Requiem might take her back... hopefully. If she talked to Baekhyun, he might let her.

Leaving through the exit doors, Ahn walked up to the receptionist desk. "Ahn Jung."

"Just Ahn?" The woman at the front desk looked at her weirdly. Ahn nodded, not wanting to explain that her parents became lazy trying to name her and settled on a last name for a first name. It was a never-ending fight between them. While the computer clicked away looking for her information, Ahn suddenly felt light headed. Maybe she had pushed herself too far.

Her eyes hurt too.

"Ma'am are you okay?"

What?

"Ahn!" She heard her mother somewhere very far away.

Nope. She was right beside her on the ground. When did she even fall?

Shit. Shit. Shit. Everyone was rushing towards her. Her eyes closed and they felt a little better. A flash of the city from before lit behind her eyes. This time she saw walls that once were probably cream in color, the intricate roof work and paint all destroyed. The sky above was red and loomed over her like some kind of warning. It was terrifying but she kept looking at the image. Her body was picked up.

"She'll have to stay a couple more hours just in case." Her doctor explained.

No...

She couldn't keep doing nothing. Ahn couldn't keep laying down. It was torture. "I'll be fine-" she groaned. "I can't keep laying down! How long was it anyways? A day? Two days!?"

"Dramatic as always Ahn." Her mother shook her head. "The surgery was only an hour."

Oh.

She felt her face flush at the embarrassment at that and let herself be carried back towards her room. Her head tilted back and she opened her eyes slowly. There was a crowd watching her, but one in particular stood out. A tall man with pink hair and a ridiculous fuzzy pink coat. That wasn't what stood out though, it was his expression, he was glaring at her. He looked like he was close to throwing the chair next to him at her. His brows were furrowed and his eyes wide.

Damn what did I do? She thought, closing her eyes. Maybe it wasn't towards her. She heard the ding of the elevator and the doors closing. Her feet twitched wanting to walk again.

Go to sleep...

it'll make time go by faster.

So she did. From the mix of pain and embarrassment, Ahn was able to fall asleep during the elevator ride.

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When she awoke it was nighttime. Ahn didn't know until she took off the stupid eye covers and replaced them with her tinted glasses. She had been strapped down so she would be forced to sleep upright. They hadn't done it hard enough to make it impossible to move, just so her sleeping form wouldn't shift around.

Tugging on one end undid the straps on her arms, they quickly fell to the side. Putting on the glasses, she looked around.

The hospital room was dark and her parents were gone. They probably decided she was fine enough to spend the night alone. The only light that creeped in was from the moon itself, and all the machines hooked up to her. It was a plain old hospital room, yet why did it look creepier at night? The wooden closet used for storage was opened by an inch and it felt like she was being watched. There was no light outside in the hallway either. Her belongings had been thrown on the visitors chairs so she could dress.

Ahn sat up, untying her feet and hopping down. The floor was cold despite it being summer. The AC cranked up too high. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and walked towards her clothes. It's the same ones she had arrived in today. A pair of jeans and an old T-shirt she didn't mind if it got lost or dirty. It was a T-shirt that had been with her since middle school, also her favorite black sandals. Her hands reached towards her back to take off the hospital gown but stopped.

The closet... it really felt like she was being watched.

Her eyes shifted towards the bed. Maybe she could call a nurse in. Press the button and not be alone anymore. The glasses shifted down to her nose and she had to push them up. No. There's probably no one in there. That'd be two times she'd embarrass herself. The closet door creaked beside her.

Only darkness showed inside. It didn't help that these stupid glasses darkened everything even more. She wanted to take them off, but she shouldn't. Ahn sighed and walked towards the wardrobe. Her hands pressed lightly against the open door.

What if there was someone inside?

Biting her bottom lip, she opened it. If there was someone inside, well her legs were probably faster than theirs. She was good at running and dodging and anything that included movement and physical activity. All those years of sports and dancing would pay off.

The door swung open, hitting the wall in the process. Inside it-

Was nothing.

Just an empty wardrobe with a couple of hangers and towels in case she wanted to shower. Someone must have left them for her and accidentally forgot to close it completely. Ahn gasped in relief, bringing her hand to her chest. Thank god. It would have sucked to have to run from someone at this time of night.

She was suddenly thirsty.

As if fear itself dehydrated her.

Walking towards her bag, she pulled out two dollars and left her room. The hallways were completely dark but at the end of them the vending machines were on. If she turned another corner after them there would be the emergency stairs and the elevators. Civilization. Maybe she could go downstairs and hang out at the cafeteria. No, it was probably closed.... The lobby then, she could people watch and maybe find a nurse or someone to talk to.

Ahn stepped in front of the vending machine looking at her choices. Chips, sodas, water bottles, candy....

Candy. She grinned and put in the first dollar, quickly getting the one that had the most chocolate. Then, got herself a drink. A coke. She needed sweets and junk right now, especially after that scare.

Her items fell and she bent down to grab them from the tray with a loose door. That's when she noticed a pair of pale feet beside her. Ahn looked up to see a boy looking down at her. He was blonde, blue eyed, around her height so not exactly tall for a man. He was pretty though.

"Sorry I didn't mean to stand so close!" He backed up a couple steps away. "I was just curious to see what'd you'd get."

Ahn smiled, taking out her things. "It's fine, I get curious about things like that too." She straightened up showing him her coke and chocolate bar. He nodded, seeming happy that she wasn't rude to him. Ahn moved out of the way so he could get something himself.

He got the same exact things.

"It's better to eat junk food with another person." He grinned. His hair was long enough to reach his shoulders and he was skinny. She could see the bones of his shoulder blades even through his hospital gown. His eyes had dark circles under them and his nose was pretty.

"Cool look you're sporting by the way." He unwrapped his candy and started eating.

"Huh? Oh." Ahn laughed, touching her glasses. "Eye transplant surgery. I got out today but decided to push it and ended up earning myself a couple more hours in this shit hole."

"Transplant?!" He gaped. "Did it hurt?"

Ahn shook her head. "Not really, but they hurt afterwards. They're sore and feel a bit dry."

He nodded. "You have to put in the eye drops. They'll help the recovery."

She sighed and decided to sit down. Her back pressed against the wall while the boy took the spot beside her. The vending machine flickered indicating it was old, and probably only a year away from giving out. Her feet were a lot bigger than his.... Not in length but... the weight of them. Hers looked pretty healthy, while his were as bony as his shoulders.

They looked frail, weak.

"If I'm rude feel free to smack me-" Ahn started. "But why are you here?"

"Me?" The boy asked, drinking from his coke. He leaned his head back as if trying to decide how to tell her. "To put it simply-" His skeletal hand touched his chest. "Heart failure."

"I- that must have been difficult." Ahn frowned. She couldn't imagine herself not being able to move around. To be limited to just the walls of this hospital. Her hands gripped the can of coke. It crackled under the pressure. She had it good. There was no room for complaining. She wanted to kick herself for her antics earlier.

"You know-" The boy laughed quietly. "You're the first person who hadn't told me they're sorry."

"Was that bad?!" She panicked. He shook his head immediately, stopping her from actually doing it.

"No! No. It was nice. It's all I ever heard so... it's a nice change in pace. Yes it is difficult, but an apology won't do anything." He finished his drink and continued snack time by finishing his chocolate. Ahn frowned, not happy with his situation. He seemed like a good guy. People don't deserve this.

"Did you know them?" He asked.

"Know who?"

"Your donor."

She shook her head. "No. It was anonymous. They didn't want their information to be given out." Ahn grabbed the boys empty can and wrapper, standing up, she went to throw them away in the trash can near the vending machine.

"Thanks."

"It's nothing." She waved it away and sat back down. The flickering started again and Ahn decided to finally drink her coke. Pulling the tab, she smiled hearing the click. A fresh coke, they always tasted so good. The fizzy drink touched her tongue and fell down her throat, calming the nerves she still had from the closet incident.

The boy looked at her. Blue eyes seeming to become more lifeless. They were clouded over as if he were in a weird daze. "Do you believe in heaven?"

Ahn stopped drinking. "Maybe?"

"I do." He muttered his voice was now soft and thoughtful. "Heaven and hell. Good and bad."

She looked at him and he held his heart again, blonde locks falling over his eyes. "I want to go to heaven. I don't have much time left but... I want to do everything possible so that I can get into heaven."

"I'm sure you will." She muttered with a mouthful of chocolate. "You seem like a good guy."

"How old are you?" He asked her.

"Twenty five."

"I'm seventeen."

Ouch. He was young. Ahn finished her own food and went to throw them away. When she turned back, the boy was standing. He looked like he was about to fall over. His palm was placed against the wall.

"Do you need help going back to your room?" She hurried towards him.

He shook his head, breaths coming out shallow. "I want to show you my favorite place here. Do you want to come?"

"Sure, but do you think you can make it?"

He nodded. "If you help me I can. It's been a while since I've made a friend. I don't want to go to bed yet."

Ahn smiled at the friend comment, also happy to be using some sort of strength again. She wrapped her arms around the boys and carried half his weight. Which wasn't much. He held on tightly as he told her the directions to go in. First into the elevator and to the top floor, then turn to the right hall, the left led to the rooftop but the right- she didn't know. She had never been here.

There were a couple more rooms up here, mainly the more expensive ones that VIP patients would want. There was also an abandoned desk, some closets for equipment-

"There-" The boy pointed. His breathing had become worse. Ahn made sure to carry more of him now. He definitely wouldn't have been able to make it this far without her. He pointed towards the far end, the last room left. Room 999. They walked up to it and she turned the knob.

It was an old hospital room just like any other. Except the windows were huge here. Most of the walls were windows. The moonlight bathed the entire place in its glow. The floor was cement which was probably one of the reasons it had been abandoned. There was also a bathtub in the middle, it was outdated. Probably from fifty years ago. The hoses and handles had been ripped off but she could see they used to be gold. Whatever hadn't broken off indicated that.

On the ground lay arrangements of different hospital robes and equipment. She almost tripped over a stethoscope.

"Careful-" He told her. "There's abandoned needles here."

Then why would we go here?! She thought, regretting everything. These stupid glasses. They didn't help anything. Ahn took him towards the windows at the farthest end of the room, he gasped, falling to his knees. He pointed north and her eyes widened. From the rooftop you could only see the city. From here, you could see the mountains, the line of trees and the clouds that barely touched them. The moon seemed closer here too. It was beautiful.

Ahn pressed her face towards the glass, taking it all in. So so so beautiful. Why didn't she realize how close the forest was from this hospital? She needed to take a hike down there. Maybe even a run. It would be good if Requiem wanted to shoot some dance videos here too. Maybe this boy can meet them, have some friends before he... she stopped the thought.

"I never did ask you your name." Ahn turned to look down at him. He sat cross legged staring at the entrance of the door. "Gabriel." He whispered.

Biblical. That would explain his need to go to heaven. He was religious. Or raised in a religious household. Ahn nodded. "It's a cool name."

He wasn't paying attention to her anymore. She followed his gaze towards the door.

Her heart dropped.

The blood in her veins ran cold.

Two men in black robes were chaining up the door. Another was putting something in the bathtub. A cross. He was putting a silver cross in the bathtub.

Ahn stood up, putting herself in front of Gabriel. "What the hell are you doing?" Her voice came out more nervous than expected. They ignored her finishing up the door. Ahn looked around, there was no other way to escape. Even breaking the window wouldn't work. It was a long fall and they would die. They were trapping them, and no one traps another person for a good reason. This was bad. Very bad. Every hair of hers stood as if her body was trying to warn her of what she already knew.

"Answer me!" She shrieked at them. They didn't. There was a pipe bar next to her, she was going to defend herself with it but- Ahn took off the glasses, throwing them aside. She needed to see better. It was cloudy but it was better than her original eyesight. She could see everything on the ground, and see in actual color instead of the brownish hue the glasses gave her.

It was risky for her eyes but... they needed to get out of here. Ahn could face the consequences later. "Gabriel-" She whispered. "Can you run?"

Gabriel looked up at her. "No."

Shit.

"Here's what I'll do, I'll try to knock as many as I can down with that pipe over there. I'm strong so it should be easy. You go and unchain the door. If you get it open, run. Go find help. I'll be behind."

Gabriel frowned at her. "You'd protect me?"

Would she? The answer was yes but she was scared to. She had never been put in a situation like this before. Ahn was agile. Good on her feet. She'd give it her all. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself. "On three-" She told him quietly.

The men in black robes all turned to her as if they heard. That's fine. That's fine. Even better. They turned their attention on her and when she got the weapon they'd panic and try to take it from her. They would ignore Gabriel unchaining the door and they could get out of this.

"One."

"Two."

"She's going to grab the pipe! Stop her!" Gabriel shouted.

Ahn turned to look at him in shock. She didn't have time to be heartbroken by the betrayal. She dived towards it while they all had a two second start to get it from her. Ahn was closer, she grabbed the pipe and swung violently, managing to hit one of them. He fell back.

Keep going!

Ahn swung and spun herself in a circle so it was harder to grab her, all while walking towards the door.

No use. They were smart. One managed to grab it from her and it almost knocked her down. He threw the pipe away and it clattered, crashing into a box full of old syringes. Ahn took off running. They chased after her and she bent down to grab a couple needles. She threw them their way and they dodged.

The needles almost hit Gabriel instead and he covered his face with his arms. He looked angry now. Not like the sweet boy she had been talking to for the past forty minutes. Ahn was crying out of fear. It burned her eyes to do so. In fact, her vision was getting worse now. There was little time left before they gave out.

Ahn threw more needles and anything that was dangerous enough to be hit with. Finally she passed the bathtub, it had been filled with red liquid. Crosses floated at the top. It sent a ripple of fear through her so strong that her feet faltered. She had to grip the edge of the bathtub to keep from falling.

Pulling herself up, Ahn kept going until she made it towards the door. Her hands fumbled on the chains trying to find where it started and where it ended. It was no use. A labyrinth of metal that couldn't be undone unless you had an axe.

Or a key.

There was probably a key on one of them. Five figures ran towards her. The sixth was still on the floor crying from the pain she had caused.

Quickly scanning all five people, Ahn saw what she needed. All of them had crosses around their necks except one. He had a key. Pushing herself off the door for more momentum, Ahn turned around and ran back towards Gabriel. They all seemed confused by the action. Good. Gabriel stared wide eyed as she picked up a needle, and slid towards him. The cement burned and scarred her knees, scraping off skin in the process. It didn't matter. It was the fastest way.

Ahn wrapped an arm around Gabriel's thin figure, pressing the tip of the needles on his neck. "Stop or I'll kill him!"

She wouldn't. She couldn't. She hoped they couldn't tell her bluff. The five figures stopped in front of them gasping for air. Her knees ached, but worst of all... her eyes. Her eyes burned. It was over. They were clouding over. They were too dry. Ahn had done everything she wasn't supposed to do.

To her dismay, Gabriel nodded, his head bowing low. "It's okay. I'm going to die anyway. Get her."

Ahn dropped the needle while they all started closing in again. She couldn't escape. Her eyes weren't capable of crying anymore. They all grabbed her and she let out an ear deafening scream. A dozen of them actually. Ahn thrashed in their arms, begging for them to let go of her. They didn't.

They were going to kill her. Or kidnap her? Or something bad.

"Please!" She begged. "Someone help me!"

No one came. Why was no one coming!? Her legs kept kicking trying to free herself from their hold but it was no use. They took her towards the bathtub and dropped her roughly inside. She was met with thick red water and crosses that dug into her spine as her body hit the bottom of the tub.

The sixth robed person came over, helping them hold her down. She couldn't breathe. Her body begged for more oxygen. Ahn gasped for air as they held her head. Water kept coming inside. No, not water. The taste was too thick. Too metallic. Oh god.

No.

No. No. No.

It was blood. She was in blood. She shrieked again, the sound gurgling with the blood entering her. "Stay still!" One of them yelled at her. Gabriel came up behind them and Ahn glared at him. As much as she could. Her eyes couldn't see much anymore. It was burning too. The blood burned the surface of her skin. Her body soon became too overheated and she didn't see any scarring but it felt like there would be if she stayed any longer.

"Start now!" One of them yelled.

"Help!" Ahn cried, getting a small towel shoved in her mouth in the process.

A man stood up and took out what seemed to be a Bible. "We are here to exorcise a poor victim of possession. May the heavens help us!"

Victim? Possession? Heaven?

Ahn screamed but it was only muffled by the towel. She panted instead, wishing she could've seen her friends one last time. Wishing she could've danced one last time. She wished for a lot of things actually. She should've been nicer to her parents. Should've invited them to her new apartment more.

"Help!" Ahn screamed but it didn't sound like anything.

"Stop screaming! All the ones on this floor are in on it." Gabriel spoke quietly. "It's to help you. Your donor... he was possessed before he died. The demon stayed in the eyes you have now. Stay still and we can help you."

"Fuck off!" Ahn cursed at him.

"The members of the church had been keeping close tabs on them. When they disappeared we noticed it's because they had been picked for your surgery. You were the only one who received one today."

"I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!" Ahn kept repeating, hating the way the blood burned. The man in front of her kept saying words of heaven and hell, god and angels. She couldn't hear through her own screaming. There had to be at least one person in this damn hospital who decided to check on the top floor. Just one good Samaritan.

"May the power of Christ compel you!" He shouted. There it was. That famous line that had been overused in horror movies. Ahn kept crying. "May the demon that rests on your shoulders show itself and repent for its sins!"

And then there was fire.

PART 2 - All a dream… Maybe?

Pure lines of blazing hot fire spread across the room. Like slithering snakes they circled around everyone. No, not snakes. It was a tornado of fire. It was unbearably hot and despite being in a tub full of blood, Ahn was already sweating. Outside the ring she could see that the flames weren't touching anything else.

Only focusing on them.

She kept screaming, but it wasn't only her who was screaming now. The robed men were yelling. Their clothes were on fire. They all let go of her trying to put it out. One shoved her out of the bathtub so he could get in and put out the inferno that currently devoured his body. Ahn met the ground roughly, her body ached but she was able to take out the towel from her mouth.

Gabriel fell on his ass beside her, he started sobbing and backing away as if he'd just seen a ghost. Ahn turned around to see there was a new person there with them.

A man.

"Ahh. You're the ones who invited me yet you're treating me like this?" He crossed his arms. "That's not very nice is it?"

All her attackers had been able to put out the fire on them. Now they wailed and shielded themselves from him as if he was going to kill them all. Wait, she had seen him before. Ahn took in his features again. Pink hair, tall, except instead of the ridiculous coat he was wearing a striped turtleneck and a leather jacket this time.

"I should teach you all a lesson. What is this your fourth time trying to exorcise me?"

The man met her eyes and smiled, a small dimple showing on his cheek. "But time is of the essence. We need to go."

Ahn couldn't speak. Her throat burned from all yelling she had already done. The man ran up to her and picked her up easily, as if she weighed close to nothing. "Oh guess you'll be needing these too-" He held onto her with one hand while picking up her glasses with the other.

And then-

He jumped out the window, breaking it in the process with his shoulders. Ahn screamed a hoarse dry sound coming out of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Glass shards fell around them as they fell. There's no way they were going to survive the fall. Her stomach flipped at the drop and her mind stopped working.

He laughed a low deep chuckle before she felt a large shove and a brand new unsettling feeling. It wasn't falling. They weren't falling anymore. Her hair was being plastered down. They were going... sideways? Ahn kept holding onto him, but decided to open her eyes a little. The world was nothing but a blur, but she could make out trees. They were going towards the forest.

How?

"Can I tell you something?" The guy asked.

She couldn't answer. Her voice was gone. Death. Death was all she could think about.

"Ahh...To be honest-" He continued. "I don't know how to land with someone in my arms."

As if on cue, Ahn felt them land roughly on the ground. The grip on her body tightened and he took the worst of it, using himself as a landing pad. Her head slammed against his chest and then was thrown off of him. Ahn didn't have time to call for help, crashing into the forest floor, her body rolled a couple times before she was able to stop. Pine needles and sticks poked her bare arms and her knees... she didn't even want to think of the state of them.

The man groaned beside her and her body went into a fit of violent coughs that only resulted in her throwing up soon after. Her vomit was red and brown from the chocolate earlier and the blood.

It was hot out here. Summer was always so hot even in the forest. Ahn wiped her mouth and tried standing up but the guy was faster. He shoved her back on the ground, rolling her so she was on her back. "Aish you seriously need to take care of my eyes better." He frowned, taking out eye drops from his pocket.

Ahn was too tired to fight it. He opened her eyes, letting a couple drops fall in. It hurt. A lot. Ahn tried shoving him away but he was stronger. "Unless you want to go back to the hospital, I suggest letting me help you."

The hospital. With that cult. No thank you. She calmed down, and the man wiped her eyes softly with the back of his sleeve. Finally he put on her glasses and groaned, falling beside her. "Stay like that for a while. It's better to be on your back during recovery."

The sky above them was dark and cloudy. You couldn't see the moon from down here. It was covered. "Who are you?" Ahn asked, wincing at her grandma voice. It sounded aged and raspy.

"Chanyeol?" He said it in the form of a question.

"Are you not sure or are you asking me if I'm Chanyeol?"

He sat up. "Interesting."

"What is?"

He sighed, clapping his hands once. "Do you know how to get home from here?"

"No!" Ahn tried sitting up but he narrowed his eyes warning her not to move. She continued laying down. "I don't but I can Uber."

"Uber what the hell is that?"

He didn't know?

"I can pay someone to drive me." She explained. "Through an app but-" A defeated sigh escaped her. "My phone was in my room."

"What's a phone?" His brows furrowed, looking impatient.

Was he pranking her? Ahn stood up, ignoring his warnings. "You know? To call someone? To text them?"

He blinked. "Oh a telephone."

"Yes. I need my telephone." The word sounded weird. No one used it anymore. Ahn coughed again and Chanyeol looked around.

"They were close to exorcising me this time." He ran a hand through his hair. "Ah, to put the blood of a lamb with holy water was a smart move."

At least it hadn't been a human then. Ahn decided she could live with it for now. She looked at her dirty arms, underneath the blood and mountain dirt she could see they were red. "Why did it burn me?"

"Because you're now part demon sadly. I cant believe they were given to someone so insignificant." He snorted and walked up to her. His eyes were blue and one was clear enough to almost be white. There was a shift in the wind and he grabbed her shoulders. "Close your eyes."

"What?"

"You idiot, do it now!" He spoke through gritted teeth.

Ahn decided to listen in a mix of fear and trust in him. She closed her eyes and they immediately felt better. The wind picked up and her hair blew in her face. She wanted to move it out but the man stopped her. "Whatever you do, don't open your eyes."

There were voices. Whispers around them. They were large in numbers and some were closer than others. They ranged from low and high tones. It was suddenly cold too. Ahn shivered and the grip on her shoulders tightened. It was scary. This was too scary. She wanted to run. Ahn wanted to open her eyes and run. Just like before with the men, something felt off. Like there was a presence here that wanted to hurt her. She gasped, the sound coming off shaky and scared.

The voices stopped.

Everything seemed to stop. Even the wind. As if waiting for her next move. "Your Uber is going to have to wait-" He laughed under his breath. "Seems like everyone decided to be nosy tonight."

Chanyeol picked her up again and she decided to let him. He had already saved her once. Her arms clung to his shoulders. "Hold on." He whispered. She felt him shift and they were in the air again. Ahn bit her lip and he kept moving. She didn't know where, or what but it seemed to be fast. As fast as a car. "You can open your eyes but don't look back! They're chasing us."

Ahn shook her head, refusing to see anything. She didn't want to find out what was chasing them or where exactly they were going at such a speed. Instead she thought,

Okay... he's a demon.

I have demon eyes?

Maybe this is a dream. Maybe that cult actually got to me and I'm dreaming. Or maybe it's an incredibly creative dream and I'm still in the hospital bed. There was never a Gabriel, and I never ate chocolate.

Maybe....

"All these houses look the same!" He muttered frustrated. Ahn opened her eyes. They were falling towards her street.

Didn't he not know how to land?

He didn't.

Chanyeol landed on the ground and lost his grip on her. He cursed and she fell off. Ahn rolled on the cement this time and almost crashed into a pole. The demon, on the other hand, was perfectly fine. He dusted off his hands watching her struggle to get up. "A sorry would have been nice!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why should I apologize?"

Whatever. It was a dream. Ahn figured this was all a dream now, there was no way in hell her body could take this much damage in one day. She stood up, knees wobbling and walked towards her apartment. Chanyeol stared after her. "Tomorrow, I'll check in tomorrow. For now, put a ring of salt in your bedroom."

"Yeah, yeah." She muttered, too tired to fight with her dream.

He was suddenly in front of her and she crashed into his chest. He was very very tall.

"I mean it. At least do that."

She nodded. Guess it wouldn't hurt.

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Chanyeol walked through the red gates being greeted by a bar full of idiot demons just like himself.

They all cheered at his entrance and some even sneered. He rolled his eyes and fell on a stool. This was going to be harder than he thought. The human was pretty healthy in a physical sense but she seemed to be a little too stupid. Instead of being scared of him, she had decided that he was a dream.

Though it helped running away.

He slammed his fist on the table and a demon named Kiol yelled at him. "Watch it! I just had those installed."

"I'm surprised this place is still running."

Kiol smiled at him. "It's been a while since you've been in the mortal world hasn't it? A lot has changed. Welcome back Chanyeol. It seems like everyone missed you."

He looked back at the guests. It was all demons but in their human form. They ranged in ages depending on when they were made into demons. One was as young as six. All of them were aware of his presence. All of them had been waiting for his return.

"They gave my eyes to some idiot human girl." He frowned. "She decided it was all a dream."

Kiol frowned, his human form was nothing short of intimidating. A bald headed six foot five man with tattoos covering every inch of his body. Chanyeol never understood why he went with that image when he could've been someone handsome... like himself. He grinned at his own compliment. Kiol said it was to scare any non demon customers away. Which was funny considering he was a high class demon. His power should be enough for that.

"How many are after her?" He asked.

"Too many. We almost got attacked in the forest but I was faster and stronger." Chanyeol sighed.

"Are you taking your eyes back?" Kai asked behind him. Chanyeol turned to look at him and they both grinned. Kai and Kiol two brothers who looked nothing alike yet had been demons for as long as he had been. They had met when there had been no such things as cars, or the internet or... Uber was it? Kai had burnt red eyelids that were a result of Chanyeol's curse that turned them into demons.

"I am." Chanyeol stood up. "Even if it kills her. I just have two problems.-"

"What is it?"

"She ruined them in a short amount of time. I have to wait for them to heal properly." He touched his eyelids. They were there in a spiritual sense. Not in a physical sense. Chanyeol could use his demon abilities to make himself look like a normal human. Like how he used to look thousands of years ago. "Also I can't rip them out of her because of that stupid law."

"Ahh..." Kai started thinking. "Humans over demons one?"

Chanyeol nodded. In the world of spirits there is a hierarchy. Demons in the lowest rank. Humans are weak and oblivious to the fact that they have so much control over them. They do though. It's the way God intended it. They have the power to get rid of them, to exorcise them, to make sure they never see light again. That also includes not being able to take his eyes back. That girl now owns them, they're part of her physical body and the only way for her to willingly give them up. "I'm going to do the contract with her."

"The king is back." Kai smiled.

He was.

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1480 - Joseon dynasty:

Through the sounds of a leather whip, the sky above was a purple tint. It seemed to stretch into the horizon across the curved and sharpened grey rooftops. It touched the gold and green paint of the palace in such an artistic way that no painting done by any artist in the entire kingdom could replicate.

"Four more."

Chanyeol stared, lifeless, as the man in front of him was beaten. He didn't care. He had dared to back talk to him. Now he suffered the consequences. His father gave the commands. All he could do was watch and have fun with it.

Behind him, he heard a gasp. It was his mother. She had always been too weak for these situations, too kind. Chanyeol stood up, his red robes fluttering against the ground. From inside the castle lanterns had been lit up in the most beautiful of colors. Colors to represent an upcoming wedding.

His own.

The king stood, earning himself a good ten servants to come to his aid. They all tried helping him walk, some going as far as wanting to be used as a stepstool. Chanyeol rolled his eyes and stared back at the villager. He grew crops for the kingdom last he heard, he was hard working yet brash. He didn't care about the royal family or manners. All the good looking men were like that, including Chanyeol himself. Except Chanyeol was allowed to act like that. Through the scars and lashings he could make out the sharp features of his face, his long black hair fell towards the ground.

"He's going to get married soon! A crown prince should not be shown as being violent!" His mother fought for him.

"He is to be a king. A king shows no mercy. A king is strong." His father explained.

"Showing mercy is strength." She countered.

Chanyeol walked over to the beaten man and cocked his head to the side and smiled a crooked smile. "Do you agree? Mercy is strength?"

The man whimpered. Shielding himself from him. Not so tough now was he...Chanyeol took out a small golden blade, gifted to him by his friend Kiol. "I will show you mercy then-" He smiled, diving the blade into the side of his neck. A couple of women screamed behind him. Blood splattered on his face and he looked back. His mother had fainted, his dad looked proud but... his soon to be wife looked horrified. Chanyeol dropped the knife and raised his hands. "It was either that or torture."

Sooyun cried, though the tears didn't fall. They gathered in her eyes as she nodded and bowed to him. "I am grateful to be wed to someone as merciful as you."

She was lying for her own sake. Chanyeol nodded and dismissed her. His dad patted him on the back. "You are going to be a great king."

He wasn't so sure about that.

#chanyeol angst #chanyeol #exo #chanyeol fic #chanyeol scenario #exo fic #gods eye xercei #demon au #kpop fanfic

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 19.5 - Demon!Sehun X Angel!Reader + JOI & Praise

Anonymous Said: for kinktober: demon sehun / angel mc + JOI + praise

A/n: Now, this will be interesting hehehe

Word Count: 1,473

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“Look at you,” Sehun smirks, dark eyes drinking in your figure spread out on the bed before him. “So ready and willing to submit yourself to my every desire.”

Your wings twitch, anticipation lingering in the air between the two of you as you wait for him to instruct you on what to do. You never thought Sehun would be one to beg, but beg he did, and all just for the chance to be able to control your pleasure in such a way tonight.

You promised you would listen to him, and listen you shall.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hums as he watches your hands rest on the skin of your inner thighs. “Tease yourself for me, Angel. I want to see those hands all over that sinful body of yours.”

You start slow, trailing your fingers against your skin with the slightest of touches. You begin at your inner thighs, working your way up your body and caressing your sides. All the while, Sehun watches with hooded eyes.

“That’s it,” he hums, enjoying how your hands come dangerously close to your breasts, but never touching. No, not until he tells you to. “Cup those tits in your hands for me, baby. Let me see you hold them.”

You immediately comply, thumb brushing along the skin right beside your nipple.

“Just like that,” he licks his lips, gaze focusing intensely on the sight before him. “Squeeze.”

A small gasp escapes you as you do, revelling in the way his dark eyes never leave your figure for a moment.

“Slowly, I want you to circle your nipples with your fingers a few times,” he breathes. “Can you do that for me, Angel?”

You nod, fingers moving along the skin of your breasts until you’re doing exactly as he says. The featherlight touches of your own fingers sends a shiver racing up your spine, a slight whimper escaping your lips.

“Pinch them for me, Love,” he shifts in his seat at the end of the bed, and you can faintly make out the brief outline of his hard cock straining against his boxers.

Again, you do as told, rolling your nipples in between your fingers as you hear him let out a moan of his own. Looking towards him reveals that he’s beginning to palm himself as he watches you, eyes briefly flashing black as his gaze roams over every inch of your exposed flesh. Your wings twitch once more.

“Fuck, you look like you’re already dripping,” he groans, eyes zeroing in on your weeping entrance. “Go on, Angel. Spread those lower lips for me and show me how wet you are.”

The corner of your lips tugs upwards as you hear the desperation in his voice. Sure, he may be calling the shots right now, but you are the one who is actually in control. He’s hanging on to every little thing you do, wanting and waiting desperately for you to comply to his every command. You have him wrapped around your finger, whether he knows it or not.

Slowly, your hand moves back between your thighs and you watch his gaze fixate on every little movement you give him. As soon as your fingers come anywhere close to your glistening folds, his lips part, tongue darting out to wet them.

A moan escapes him when you finally part your lips, letting him see the way your juices practically flow out of you already. The best part is, he hasn’t even done anything to you, yet.

“Fuck, look at you, Angel,” he groans, cock twitching beneath his palm as he grips himself in his hand. “Is this because of me?”

“All for you,” you coo, purposefully clenching so he can watch your tight little hole spasm around nothing.

“You’re making this extremely hard for me to control myself right now, Angel,” his entire chest rumbles with the honesty of his words, rising and falling as his breathing deepens. “Go on, baby, touch yourself for me. Gather that wetness on your fingers and circle your clit. You’ve earned it.”

“Yes, My Lord,” you hum, a smirk on your lips as you bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

A growl escapes his lips, his cock twitching once more as your words settle over him. He knows you know how much that title, especially coming from you, means to him. Fuck, he’s going to ruin you after you’re done playing this little game of yours.

Using two fingers, you do exactly as he says, gathering your wetness as you dip them between your folds. A moment later and your digits are circling your clit, eliciting the sweetest of moans from your lips.

“That’s it,” he breathes out, “just like that.”

“Sehun,” the whimper of his name from your lips is one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard in his life.

“Keep touching yourself like that, Angel,” he slides his hand down the material of his boxers, gripping himself firmly in his hand as he begins to stroke along his shaft in time with your movements. “Slowly, I want you to start circling that little clit of yours faster, increasing the pressure all the while. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes, fuck!” You toss your head back, the feeling of your fingers on your sensitive little nub providing just the right amount of pleasure for the time being.

“Good girl,” as soon as the words leave his lips, your wings twitch yet again, causing him to smirk.

Your whimpers start to increase in frequency, and Sehun cannot help the way his stomach clenches at hearing you moan his name so sweetly. You sound so desperate for him, that he cannot stop himself from crawling onto the bed, head resting right between your thighs so he can get a better view of your fingers working so delicately at your pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He inhales deeply, his eyes flashing black as he takes in your scent, hands coming up to spread your legs further apart as you continue to work at your clit. “There are no words in all of the worlds to describe how sinful you are; how perfect you are for me.”

With each word, you can feel his breath hitting your entrance, only adding to both the anticipation, and pleasure you feel building within you. Again, you clench around nothing.

You cannot stop yourself, your free hand comes up to tangle in his locks, eliciting a moan from deep within his throat as he feels you tugging at his roots. So many times have the two of you been in this position, Sehun’s tongue buried in your cunt and working you to completing with his name on your lips. The memory only serves to push your further towards the edge, and from the way he smirks, you can tell he’s thinking about it, too.

“Go on, Angel,” he coaxes, tongue darting out teasingly to wet his lips as he turns his head to place wet, open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs. “Come for me. Let yourself go.”

It’s like his words cast a spell over you, your entire body twitching as you’re thrown right off the edge and into the vast pools of pleasure that have been building inside of you since this whole evening started. What makes it even more intense is the feeling of his tongue lapping at your folds as your orgasm washes over you, walls spasming around his wet muscle as he buries it deep inside your cunt.

The grip you have on his hair is deadly, but he doesn’t mind. The fact that you seem to be pulling him closer, legs shaking around his head as broken moans and whimpers of his name leave you lips, makes his whole body ache for you, letting you know that you’re just as desperate for him as he always is for you.

Slowly, he removes his tongue from within your slit, gently lapping at the remainder of your release that coats your lower lips. You whimpers of overstimulation are music to his ears, wanting - no, needing - to hear more from you tonight. All that you have to offer him, he will take, and then some.

Sehun smirks, “so good for me. You did so well for me, Angel.”

“Sehun,” a content sigh of his name is all you can manage as your one hand that had previously been tangled in his hair comes down to caress the side of his face.

“Ready for another?” He quirks a brow, watching how your chest rises and falls with each breath you take.

You don’t even give him a verbal response, opting to nod your head vigorously at him instead, a lazy smile tugging at your lips.

Sehun’s eyes flash black, “good girl.”

#sehun smut #exo smut #exo scenario #sehun scenario #kpop au #kpop smut #kpop scenario #demon au #angel au #kinktober

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vipermenace · 1 year

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Joined my pals fruity lil demon au world they made with my exo Pyrite!

Her current form is cursed by the old machine god, although she can totally still have a human disguise as a treat.

She’s 5′0 and very flirty towards any hot demon she sees.

#Pyrite #demon au #ahh the golden child #my favorite shared custody daughter #honestly popped off with her au design #her og is an exo with a vex curse :D #one of my fav ocs over the years

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Can I request 131 with exo chanyeol??? 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️ 💕 need to fill my spoopy heart 🖤😌

Demon!Chanyeol + Spooky -Hope this fills your spoopy heart 🖤-

TW: set in a mental hospital

(Go ahead and pray. See what good it does.)

"Here's your pills."

You glare at the nurse as she holds the clear cup out to you. The colorful pills inside slide along the bottom when she shakes them. Reluctantly, you grab the cup and throw the drugs into your mouth while she waits patiently for you to swallow. She hands you a small cup of water and you take a big, greedy gulp before showing her your empty mouth.

"I'm not crazy."

"I know, dear."

She takes the cups from you and turns away. You silently curse at her back because of her placating tone. She thinks you're crazy. They all do, which just really pisses you off. They think they're helping by telling you what you want to hear. In reality, they're making you feel more alone and causing you to question yourself.

You know what you experienced was real. Nothing you told them had been made up, and you certainly haven't had a mental breakdown.

Something evil is messing with you.

It all started a few weeks ago. The footsteps and banging that suddenly filled your apartment quickly turned sinister. Scratches and bruises would show up on your body for no reason, something had physically pushed you from behind when you were walking down the hallway and then came the hallucinations. You'd see a fire break out in your room only for it to be gone moments later.

When you went to the local church for help, they turned you away because you weren't a member of their congregation. You tried another close by church and it was a similar story - you weren't in their denomination so their hands were tied. It was bullshit.

You contacted your local paranormal group, but the earliest they could get to you was still a week away. You thought you could make it, but one particularly bad night had you running out of your apartment screaming. The neighbors called the cops and you were sent for a psych evaluation, which was also bullshit. It's 2022. A shit ton of people believe in ghosts, but they draw the line at demons?

You turn back into your sterile, white room, feeling angry all over again. When the door shuts behind you, you assume it's the nurse, but then that rotten sulfuric smell floods your nostrils. Your heart pounds rapidly as you turn around toward the stench and find a man blocking your exit.

His almond eyes and round cheeks give off an innocent appearance, but you can physically feel the darkness rolling off of him in waves. He already towers over you height-wise, but the evil presence that he's projecting makes him feel even bigger, more powerful.

Immediately, you yell for the nurses, doctors, anybody that can freaking hear you, and the man laughs. It's a deep sound, and it sends chills up and down your spine.

"Nobody can hear you." His eyes turn fully black as he says, "Nobody is going to come and save you. You're mine to play with how I want."

Prayers fall from your lips. If he's truly a demon like you think, then only good can save you, so you try to put as much power behind your words as you can.

The demon only laughs, amused by your attempt. "Go ahead and pray. See what good it does."

As he approaches you, you back up into a corner and hope someone hears your prayers, but you fear they never will.

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acatwhowritesthings · 1 year

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Baekhyun's plans for a long weekend include shutting himself in his room and raging through some online campaigns, catching up on a drama recommended by a friend, and ordering lots of takeout. Basically, it's three days of self-love and pampering. To others, it seems he has nothing to do, and Baekhyun is nothing if not generous and kind, so when he fields a phone call from his boyfriend asking for helping painting his apartment, he says yes and does not groan until the call is ended.

He shows up bright and early—in time for lunch—and only critique's Kyungsoo's choice of paint color for half and hour while being critiqued himself for rolling too fast and spattering white paint everywhere.

And it's not like that even matters, because everything is covered in plastic sheets. Kyungsoo is very conscientious and careful. Even Baekhyun wears a paper-like suit provided by him, as well as glasses. Baekhyun catches some paint on his lip with his tongue, though, and slows down with the roller. Up to the left, down at an angle; up to the right, down at an angle to make rough Ws.

It's tedious.

continue reading A Good Day to Have Stayed Home on AFF, AO3, DW

#exo #exo fic #exo fanfic #baeksoo #baeksoo fic #baeksoo fanfic #baekhyun #baekhyun fic #baekhyun fanfic #kyungsoo #kyungsoo fic #kyungsoo fanfic #au: established relationship #au: demon

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aphroditelovesu · 6 months

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⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

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I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

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Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

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My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

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Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

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Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

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K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

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phantom-dc · 1 year

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Hey, i have a poll for the Demon AU!

Its about Technus. His whole gig is technology, but that is quite scarce in medieval times. So, are we giving him something different? I think its neccesary, and personally i think he could have a bug theme!

He already has a spider form, he can still make on the web puns, and we dont have a bug themed villain yet. Plus, this gives another character a new look.

Valerie's second armor could look like an exo-skeleton, with wings and the like. Her first armor from Vlad would be more knight-like, but this one would be bug themed. What do you think? Let me know!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp demon hunter au #demon hunter au #dp au #dp!demon au #dp technus #dp valerie #valerie gray #red huntress

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 2 years

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Harbouring a Hybrid - Part 5 Jimin Au

Jimin Hybrid au ft the EXO members for this chapter 3K words, italics are the past. Trigger warnings: grievous bodily harm, illness, self inflicted harm, mentions of torture, blood, angst, wounds, death.

“I found him, over,” you buzz into the walkie talkie, approaching the figure cautiously.

“What’s your location Echo? Over,” but you ignore the question, brows furrowing as you take in the hunched figure in the abandoned building development. The wind was cold but that wasn’t what caused a shiver to go down your spine, it was the laboured breaths you could hear coming from the hybrid.

“Hey,” you call, ignoring your instincts to run when goosebumps prickle your skin.

You stumble back when he turns suddenly, the red of his glazed eyes on your form like lasers. There’s a deep growl, completely inhuman resounding out of his chest like a warning.

You freeze like a deer in headlights, fitting since the lion hybrid in front of you looked ready to devour his meal.

“What the fuck…” Jeongin joins you, cautiously standing beside you, his arms out as if to appease the hybrid in front of you both. He wasn’t in lion form but he didn’t look human, you hated the thought but he looked like a monster. He sniffs the air, the presence of another male in his territory sets him off, the low growl he emits isn’t the only warning. You can both guess what’s about to happen when he recoils back, not in surrender but poised to attack.

“Run!” You barely hear yourself with the roar thundering through the air stirking you both with a terror you’ve never felt in your life, but Jeongin must’ve heard you or at least had some sense if he didn’t. The pair of you witness a glimpse of the lion hybrid lunging towards you, but you don’t look back to check whether he’s chasing you, the sound of his feet slamming on the ground with each step tells you that.

“D.O we have a problem!” Jeongin screams into the device, forgoing the usual ending term as you both run fearing for your lives.

“Kai hold on,” you both hear your leader's voice through the static, the sound muted as the blood pumped through your ears.

“Shit…” Kyungsoo watches you both running towards him as he walks out into the middle of a cross junction between the shells of half built buildings. The weapon in his hands feels heavy, but he doesn’t have the heart to put a bullet in the hybrid, even as he begins to shift into a half beast. The sight is gruesome, half his face shifted, one leg, parts of his arms and chest, as if a demon had inhabited the body and was trying to get out.

The pair of you screamed at him to run, the lion catching up to you both albeit slowly, his half shifted form causing him to stumble in his gait, unbalanced but unable to consciously change completely. Kyungsoo raises his gun ready to take the shot to save them all but you yelled at him not to. That weapon was to protect the hybrids if they were to encounter hybrid patrol, it was a last resort.

“There’s still a chance!” Your lungs burned, but you refused to give up on whatever creature was chasing you.

“We can capture him in the van!”

He hesitates, Junmyeon could decide what was best, they needed to find him. He starts running, the rifle still in his hands. He waits for you both to overtake him before he picks up his speed, making sure if the lion was to succeed in his attack he would go first, giving you time to escape.

From a distance the sound of sirens blare into the air, growing louder and louder. The lion freezes, halting in his chase. You look back, seeing a glimpse of recognition in his eyes. He loses interest in you all, and against your survival instincts you stop running.

“We need to go, that’s hybrid patrol!” Kyungsoo instructs, pulling on your arm as he passes you, trying to get you to keep running.

“We can’t leave him!” You yell back, pulling him back to stop.

The man in the beast lets out a distraught scream, the sound drowning the sirens momentarily before he grunts.

“Why is he doing that,” you whisper, the pair of you watching the hybrid tear into his own flesh with his claws and teeth, as if he knew what the sound of sirens meant for him.

“Y/n,” Kyungsoo tugs at your sleeve again, his voice suddenly thick. You look at him, he knew what was happening, the sorrow in his eyes told you that.

“Get in the van!” Your leader shouts as he runs towards you both with Jeongin by his side, taking your hand when he reaches you but one glance at the bleeding hybrid has him staggering in his step.

“Seokjin…”

—

“Where is he?” Junmyeon says in place of greeting the second he’s through the door. Sehun engulfs the older male into a hug, feeling the stress radiate off him like a siren the same as Jeongin.

“In the basement,” he replies, the bags under his eyes turning purple. It had been a week since their phone call and seemingly in that time everything went from bad to worse.

Neither male could sleep when their nights were filled with louding distraught wailing coming from the feline hybrid they were hiding under the house.

“He’s got a temperature and no appetite, but I can’t smell anything yet,” Sehun informs the leader, trying his best to be helpful. “He’s been in and out of it, he keeps calling for Y/n whether he’s awake or asleep.”

“It’s just hybrid flu, right Hyung?” Jeongin asks cautiously, his heart hammering for Jimin. “It’s been a week, it has to be.”

“Or it’s phase one.” He didn’t have to elaborate.

—

“There’s nothing we could have done,” Junmyeon announces quietly to your sombre heads hanging low in the back of the van. Kyungsoo glances at the rearview mirror at you all, feeling the guilt and defeat radiate off of you and Jeongin like waves. Junmyeon, aka Suho, and he had been doing this for far longer than you rookies, they learnt to deal with the grief of being unable to save a hybrid.

“Why was he like that?” you finally break the silence you had been holding since the journey back began, looking up at the leader of your rescue team with watering eyes, unable to get the sight of that hybrid out of your mind.

“That wasn’t hybrid flu,” Jeongin pipes in, his voice heavy as he refuses to look at anyone.

“Chen got the intel wrong,” Suho sighs, referring to Jongdae, the missing member of the ‘animal shelter’. “It’s difficult to differentiate between hybrid flu and…”

“And what?” you press. “What was that?”

There's a pause in the air, the two older men trying to find the words to explain to you the disease that you witnessed first hand.

“Intracranial hybrid deformation,” Kyungsoo breaks the silence unwillingly, but someone had to tell you. “A chemical imbalance caused by extreme emotional distress, it inflames the cerebrum before eating away at the grey matter, it makes them feral.”

“I’ve seen feral hybrids before Hyung,” Jeongin says sternly as if D.O was trying to trick him, “that was something else.”

“Worse than feral,” Suho explains. “They’re like zombies, there’s nothing there, no thought process, just instinct and violence, to others, to themselves.”

“There’s no cure?”

“If you haven’t noticed, the world isn’t thinking about healing hybrids,” Kyungsoo says with angry sarcasm, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. He sighs at the silence that follows after his harsh words, but none of you were here to enjoy yourselves. You were a small minority trying to do the right thing in a disgusting world.

“There was nothing we could’ve done to save him?” You ask, your bottom lip trembling as you remember the traumatising scenes.

Suho shakes his head solemnly.

“Hyung you recognised him,” Jeongin mumbles, timidly glimpsing at Junmyeon to make sure he didn’t cross a line.

“He’s a… friend I’ve been trying to save for a while,” he confesses, his face scrunching in pain as he tries to dissociate himself from the situation. “I thought he was alright, I thought…”

Suho exhales a shaky breath, looking to the front of the van as his tears fall, grieving the loss in private.

You sniff, turning away from him so he wouldn’t see you cry either. All you wanted to do was go home to Jimin, hug your hybrid as hard as you could and never let him out of your sight.

—

Something inside of him wasn’t right since you left, it all felt wrong. His head hurt so much, he blamed it on all the crying he couldn’t stop. When was the last time he had something to drink when it wasn’t being coaxed into him by Jeongin or Sehun. Or something to eat.

This was all your fault. You left him. You broke your promise to never leave him. He feels a sudden flare of anger overtake him at his intrusive thoughts. The pounding of his head is almost crippling but he still manages to stagger off the bed, falling unceremoniously for a feline on the floor. He’s so out of breath he’s almost panting, eyes glaring at the stairs that led out of this prison. They locked the door, they kept him in here like an animal, and you trusted them to keep him safe.

Just like he trusted you.

As if the room could hear his anger, it responded with a groan, the door opening revealing a shadow at the top. Whoever he was, he looked like an angel peering down into the depths of Hell, Jimin wondered if his time had come, if all your sacrifices ended in irony. The figure takes a step down towards his inferno, each step echoing against the walls and reverberating into Jimin’s skull.

When Junmyeon reaches the bottom, his eyes meet the feline crouching pitifully on the ground, his hands on his head as if cradling it, like it was too heavy to carry on his shoulders. There isn’t an ounce of trust in either of their eyes, there were too many consequences to trust. Both men learnt that the hard way.

“Jimin,” Junmyeon greets him, keeping his distance. Sehun stood by the door listening, just in case. “My name’s Suho, do you remember we’ve met?”

“That’s your codename,” Jimin hisses, unable to get the words out any other way with the current weight crushing his skull from the inside. “I know who you are.”

Jimin does remember, years ago when you saved him, Junmyeon visited when you took him in. He was the one that provided you with all the scent blockers to hide him, all the rules to keep you both safe. Well those rules failed, in Jimin’s eyes the man to blame was standing in front of him. He should have known, he should have kept a closer eye on you, especially if he knew who your parents were.

“Then you’ll know the predicament I’m in,” he sighs. “It’s my job to keep everyone safe, and right now no one is.”

“She won’t tell them anything,” Jimin mutters through gritted teeth, eyes closing as his head pounds, unable to even say your name any more but he still comes to your defence.

“You don’t know how far they’re willing to go…” he replies honestly, his eyes never leaving the hybrid’s form. What he wants to say is on the tip of his tongue, but he fights with himself whether it's a good idea. Does he make the hybrid aware of what could potentially happen to him? Does he tell him about trying to get you out to give him some hope to hold on to, but if they failed…

His whole intention of meeting the feline again was to ascertain his health, the signs Sehun and Jongin would miss. The signs Junmyeon wishes weren’t glaringly obvious.

“Jimin,” he doesn’t know what compels him to say it in the end, pity? Or maybe the hope that maybe the hybrid could hold on. “We’re going to get her out.”

Despite the overwhelming pain of doing so, JImin looks up at the man in charge, the man who without, you would not have been able to save him all those years ago. There’s a flare of longing in his chest that wants to believe him, but he’s too afraid to.

Maybe he was right to hold back his trust, Junmyeon doesn’t tell him they’ve already tried and failed, but they wouldn’t give up.

—

You’ve lost count how many days it had been, every room you inhabited was dark, isolating, cold. Delirious didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling, it was dangerous to feel so out of control, you were trying so hard to get a grip, to make sure you kept your mouth shut. You were terrified you had already let something slip, in that state between consciousness and sleep, what if you had told them everything?

The door opens, the creak of the metal echoing across your prison. Weakly you lift your head to greet your next battle, watching the familiar shadow of a man approach you.

Pull yourself together Y/n, you have to keep Jimin safe.

But your determination drowns as your guest utters his greeting, maybe your worst fears were right, maybe you had told them everything unwillingly.

“Hello Echo.”

You cost Jimin his safety.

Your heart leaps to your throat in shock as your mind tries to navigate you. The figure in front of you sways, mirrors of his image dispersing into his surroundings like a raindrop hitting calm water. It takes you a second to focus but in that second you have a thousand incoherent thoughts.

—

“You’ve been quiet since you got back,” Jimin mumbles into your hair.

You were both on the sofa, lying on your sides, cuddling. Jimin wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest, but the way you had buried your head in his chest had his worry turned to overdrive. Your arms hold him tighter around his waist at his words, and he knows then something was really wrong.

The feline hybrid obviously knew of your ‘second job’ at the ‘Exo - animal shelter’, it was how he came into your life, but that didn’t mean he liked it. It was an awful guilty feeling, knowing that you were doing the world good, saving people like him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about your safety. What if you got caught, not all hybrids were friendly, what if you didn’t come back, what if something took you away from him? What if you found another hybrid and wanted him out, what if you fell in love with someone else? What if you got hurt?

He tried not to spiral every time you went on a mission but he couldn’t help it, the least he could do for you was hold his thoughts back, and welcome you with open arms when you came home. He always knew when it wasn’t good news, whenever you managed to save someone you came home with a smile of victory on your face. But when you failed, you turned into a zombie, expressionless, silent, and withdrawn. Normally Jimin had to coax you back to him, back into his arms until he could soothe the trauma away, but today you sought him out first, your eyes shining the way they did after you cried.

“Y/n?” he tries to see your face but it's hidden from him, he gets a glimpse as you shake your head against his chest. You didn’t want to talk about it, and he wouldn’t press you. His arms wrap around you as if he could protect you the way you did him. He would keep his human safe, no matter what.

—

“Jongdae…?” You breathe, recognising the familiar face that grins despite his eyes glancing at every single one of your wounds with worry.

“They really did this to their own child,” he remarks quietly, the sick feeling in his stomach turning into rage. Evil didn’t do the description justice, your parents were something else entirely.

Jongdae was their informant, the one closest to the firing range, in the most danger living in the Devil’s mouth undercover for Exo, but he was also the reason your rogue team was able to save so many. He was far more important to the cause than you were which is why you were panicking about his presence.

“You can’t be here,” you harshly whisper, eyes on the door, flickering to the cameras, knowing it was too late, whoever was watching must have figured it out.

“I’ve looped the feed, relax,” he says softly to calm you down, watching you wince with every movement you made. “Tomorrow we’re going to get you out of here.”

“You can’t,” you shake your head desperately despite it causing your vision to blur and spin, only one concern burning through your mind. “They’ll hunt Jimin, no-”

“Shhhh, listen,” he doesn’t have much time left, your parents would be back soon. “Just trust us, we need to get you out of here, Jimin-”

He hesitates, not knowing if it was wise to tell you, but if he didn’t you might resist their rather daring and suicidal escape plan.

“Jimin what?” the panic in your eyes changes, your gaze no longer blurry but focused on the man in front of you. “What’s wrong with Jimin?”

Your breathing shallows but grows heavier by the second, a dull ache spreads across your chest. You did this to save him, you sacrificed your life for his, he had to be okay, he has to be.

Jongdae watches you hyperventilate, knowing what he was about to tell you would make it so much worse, but you deserved to know.

“He might have intracranial hy-”

“No.” You’re shaking your head again, refusing to listen to his words as if that would stop it from being true. “No, Jimin’s strong, you’re wrong.”

“He’s starting to get symp-”

“It’s the flu,” you disregard him, an awful violent sick feeling making its way up your throat. “It's not- no.”

A heart wrenching whimper leaves you, bottom lip wobbling so hard as you begin to cry with the realisation of what you had done, what the consequences of your so called heroic actions were. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you why, he can’t tell you you’re Jimin’s mate.

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