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rafyki · 3 months

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Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 8!

Hi, sorry for the wait!! I was a little in doubt about if making this chapter in Percy's or Nico's POV, tbh, but in the end I decided that we're back to Percy! I always enjoy writing him being all smitten and in love <33

Enjoy~

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You can also read it on AO3!!

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Percy had been looking at his phone for what felt like hours, staring at the empty message box and the name written on top, trying to find something, anything, to write that wouldn't sound extremely lame.

He knew his friends were looking at him, probably thinking he was the most ridiculous lovesick fool they had ever seen - which was fair, honestly, because Percy did feel like he was one second away from screaming into the void and starting to roll around on the cafe’s floor.

So, yes, he was a lovesick fool - but a lovesick fool with his crush's number now safely saved into his phone.

Crush.

It had been two days since his meeting with Nico at the beach, and for the whole time Percy had felt like the word wasn't right, wasn't nearly heavy enough to embrace the way he felt. When he had told Annabeth, she had looked at him and smiled.

“I can see that, Percy, but you do realize you barely know him, don't you?”

It was true, of course it was - yet it didn't matter.

Percy could still feel the warmth of Nico's hand in his like it was engraved on his skin. The need to hold it again was almost overwhelming, Percy could feel himself going crazy for it.

They had held hands, and it had felt like Nico hadn't wanted to let go either, that he had wanted to make the contact last as long as possible just like Percy had.

Percy wanted to text him. But what do you even write to the guy who's been haunting your mind for the past few months and who you aren't exactly friends with but at the same time it feels like you're so much more?

“Hi, it's Percy, how are you?”

Yeah, no, that was lame.

“Hey, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Too forward, definitely not.

Percy groaned, frustrated.

“I swear to god, Jackson, if you don't stop staring at that phone right now, I'm gonna kick you out of this place”.

Thalia's voice pulled him violently out of his thoughts.

“This is a public space, Thalia, you can't kick me out”, he replied without even looking at her.

“Oh yeah, watch me”.

Percy only looked up at her when a kick did actually hit his legs under the table.

“Ehi!”

Thalia smirked down at him. “Told ya”, she said. “I can't believe I only come here like two times a year - and when I do, you're too busy to look at your phone to actually talk to me? That's low, Jackson”.

Percy rolled his eyes, but the pull in his guts let him know that he did feel guilty. He sighed and finally put his phone down, straightening himself and going back to sip his coffee. Not that he would apologize to Thalia, but he could admit to himself that she was right; and after all, if he put aside for a moment his current concern, he really was happy to see her. It had been months since the last time they had the chance to hang out together like this.

“Don't mind him, Thalia”, Annabeth jumped in. “He just got his dream boy's number! And now he's trying to figure out what to write to him”.

She said it like it was ridiculous, but Percy remembered how happy she had been for him when he had told her about the events of two days ago, so he didn't take it to heart.

“His what!?”, Thalia almost screamed, accompanying every word with a painful slap on Percy's shoulder. “Why don't I know anything about this! How could you guys not tell me, come on!”

He swatted her hand away. “Ouch, ow, ow, okay, alright!”

“I can't believe this! I can't even remember the last time you had a crush”.

“Yeah, well”, Percy said, and lowered his eyes. “Doesn't really feel like a crush, anymore”.

“Oh woah, then it must be serious”, she said. “Come on, tell me everything”.

And so he told her - told her about the first time he saw the pretty goth boy working at the beach kiosk, about how long he had spent just looking at him. Trying to leave out the most embarrassing parts was no use because of course Annabeth had to jump in to point out how ridiculous he had been the whole time and how much he had panicked to just go and talk to him to buy something, and obviously she couldn't leave out his plan to impress Nico with his fantastic surfing moves.

“Annabeth, stop making me look like a loser!”

“I'm not making you look like a loser, Seaweed brain, I’m just telling the truth!”.

Percy kept talking, and he kept thinking about Nico, and he knew that he had the most enamored smile painted on his lips as he spoke. He talked and he couldn't stop because, god, he did love to talk about him.

They had only seen each other the previous day and Percy missed him already. He definitely needed to find the courage to text him - perhaps he didn't need to think too much about it, maybe a simple hey how are you would do, after all.

He wondered if Nico was doing the same, looking at his phone and trying to find something to write to him, or maybe waiting and hoping for a text to arrive.

He was so focused on recounting everything that he didn't notice the way Thalia's expression went from curious to surprised, then to confused, and finally to pensive.

“Wait, what did you say this guy's name is?”

Percy stopped in his rambling. “Nico, his name’s Nico”, he said, and finally noticed how Thalia seemed to be deep in thought. “What’s that face?”

It took a moment for her to reply. “Nico as in… Nico Di Angelo?”

Percy stopped and looked at her like she had grown a second head. “What?”

Next to him, he heard Annabeth’s voice echoing the same sentiment.

“What are you talking about?”

“Goth boy, shortie, long hair and lots of piercings, doesn’t seem like he own anything but black clothes, looks like he doesn’t know how to smile-”

“Hey, I’ll let you know that he has the prettiest smile you could ever imagine!”

Thalia waved him off at the same time that Annabeth said “Yes that does sound exactly like him”.

“And he works at the beach kiosk with a blond guy?”

A long moment of silence passed during which Percy kept staring at Thalia as her words kept swarming around in his head, blinking at her trying to process what she had just said.

It couldn’t be, could it?

“You know him!?”

Percy could feel his heart run around in his chest, pumping blood loudly in his ears.

That felt so much like fate.

“Huh, kind of?”, Thalia said. “I saw him a couple of times when I went to visit my brother”.

“Your brother?”, Annabeth asked.

Thalia nodded, smiling. “The blond guy working at the kiosk. That’s my brother, Jason”.

Another moment of silence passed before Percy finally came to his senses. “What the hell, why didn’t you tell us!”

This time, it was his turn to swat Thalia’s arm over and over. She hit back with just as much strength.

“Ow, why would I tell you! I didn’t even know you guys went to that beach - see, your fault you don’t tell me anything!”

Percy could feel Annabeth rolling her eyes at their antics.

But he had more pressing things to think about. He couldn’t believe it- really?

It was so stupid, feeling giddy for something like this, but Percy couldn’t help the smile that rose to his lips. They were connected.

You’re so ridiculous, Percy Jackson, so ridiculous, he told himself, as his heart danced in his chest.

“Nico Di Angelo”, he murmured to himself.

He knew his friends were looking at him ready to laugh at him. He looked at Annabeth. “See? I told you he must be an angel!”

They did laugh at him at that, and Percy felt so light he joined them.

“You really are so ridiculous, Seaweed Brain”.

“Hey, can’t a man be a little in love?”

They stopped in their laughter to stare at him, and it took Percy a moment to realize what he had said. He felt himself blush - he hadn’t even admitted it to himself yet, yet the words had felt way too natural on his tongue, leaving his lips without him even thinking about it.

“Percy….”

“I know”, he cut her off, looking away. For some reason, his hand felt warm. “I know, I don’t know him all that well and it’s too soon. But… that’s why I said a little”.

“So you like him for real, huh?”. Thalia asked. The look in her eyes was earnest in a way that Percy wasn’t very used to. He and Thalia had been friends for a long time now, but it wasn’t often that they ended up talking seriously to each other.

Percy nodded. He really didn’t think he had ever liked anyone like he liked Nico before.

“Now, I don’t know him too well”, Thalia said. “But Jason told me once that it took him a pretty long time to get close to him ‘cause Nico isn’t an easy person - so, from what I know and from what you told me, I can say that you are an exception to this rule”.

Percy’s heart was running miles.

He thought about Nico so easily talking to him, smiling at him, thought of him asking about him out of worry, of him taking his hand and getting in the ocean with him despite his fear of it.

“I can ask Jason about him, if you want. But”, Thalia continued, pointing a finger at him. “You better text him - today”.

When he went home that evening, the phone felt heavy in his head.

He would see Nico tomorrow anyway, he didn’t have to text him, he could easily wait until he could talk to him face to face. Or he could simply wait until tomorro’s evening and see if Nico would be at the beach after his shift again. He could.

It didn’t feel like the right thing to do. It felt like the coward way out, the one that wouldn’t lead to anything more.

And so, before he could think too much about it, he pressed send.

Me: Ehi, Nico! You have the afternoon shift tomorrow, right? Let’s hang out at the beach again after it?

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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The Meeting Placer {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Mentions of anal sex, FWB?, vaginal sex, period sex, fingering, unprotected sex. derogatory language, Joel being a shit, dirty talk, high risk sex, no pull out, Joel has his red wings. Basically just PWP

Comments: You supply Joel Miller with the contraband he sells inside the QZ. You meet up to trade the good for information - and sex. Joel fucks you just like you need, regardless of if you're on your period or not.

A/N: I HC that Joel prefers anal sex to prevent pregnancy unless you are on your period. PLUS....As soon as they went under that bus in Episode 1 - I wanted to write a fic banging in a bus. 😂

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Shit.” Joel glances at his watch, a habit he still has even twenty years later, and he glances at the clock on the side panel. Time is different in this new era. It is regulated by FEDRA mainly for the workers to keep track and Joel knows you’ll be keeping track of the time from Bill and Frank’s. He is going to be late if he doesn’t leave now. It’s late, Tess is hanging around his room and he needs to get away. “I gotta go.” He grunts, standing up from the sofa.

Tess glances over at the clock, snorting when she sees the time, “give her my regards.” She has met you before, only once, but she’s not dumb. She knows what you and Joel get up to during these exchanges. You bring the supplies and contraband from Bill and Frank’s. Joel gives you intel…and his cock. She doesn’t have ownership over Joel and knows you are the reason he’s stopped seeking her out. She should be mad but this new world has hardened her to silly things like emotions.

“I’ll see ya later.” Joel says, grabbing his pack and the spare one he carries to bring everything back.

“Be careful.” Tess says and Joel nods, making his way out of the room under the cover of night to sneak out of the QZ. He can bribe a guard if they catch him with pills. Once he’s out of the QZ, he grips his rifle and makes his way through the forest to find the rendezvous spot you have half way between Bill and Frank’s and the Boston QZ: an old school bus.

Shuffling slightly, you keep a sharp eye out. Not exactly comfortable to be waiting for long periods of time, but you had wanted to get here before dark. It’s dangerous moving through the other parts of the city. The fungal growth as well as nature taking over increased your risk every time you made the venture.

Kicking back on the ripped and sagging seat of the school bus, you sigh softly. Another 500 pills, a pretty fucking descent haul on its own, but you had also managed to score some real whiskey. A twenty-five year old bottle of Jack Daniels sitting in the pack, wrapped in an old blanket. Plus the twelve lighters you had fixed for Joel to sell. All traded for information and the added pleasure of seeing Joel again.

You don’t know what it is about him. He didn’t sit back and shoot the shit with you. You weren’t friends, you were business associates. Associates who just happened to fuck each others brains out whenever you met up and right now, you’re waiting on him.

Joel cuts through the growth, sheathing his knife and gripping his rifle as he walks into the clearing where the old school bus is. It’s a relic from a time long gone, no longer full of happy kids heading home after school. Now, it’s abandoned and overgrown. He steps into the bus, finding you sitting there with your legs crossed.

“Took you long enough.” You huff playfully and Joel rolls his eyes, setting his rifle down now that he’s satisfied you’re alone.

“Fucking infected are getting more adventurous. Gotta take the longer way around.” He says, slumping down in the seat opposite you. He’s already half hard, always is around you. Your presence is like a fucking drug to him, almost as addicted to your pussy as the guards are to the pills you trade him. “Information first or you want me to get to fucking you?”

You snort and shake your head. “You get quieter after sex, Joel. Cumming makes you mute.” You don’t kid yourself, it’s not that he’s enjoying your presence or soaking up the intimacy of the moment. This is just a release for him, for you too. Joel Miller can fuck and you always enjoy the sharp ache that he leaves you with. Reaching into your pack for the other, smaller bottle of whiskey you had brought for yourself - not to give to him - you twist the unbroken seal on the cap and offer him the first swing. “What do you have for me?”

Joel takes the bottle, eyes wide when he sees it’s a bottle of Jack and not the shitty bootleg whiskey he tolerates. “Damnnnn darlin’, where did you get this?” He asks before he takes a swig, holding the bottle back towards you.

“That’s for me to know.” You tease and Joel rolls his eyes.

“Information…so I heard from some guards that FEDRA are considering lowering the population in some areas. Trying to make them more elite. Like the Jackson QZ, they wanna get rid of the workers and make them commute from the Madison QZ weekly to do the shit jobs but have the elites live in the QZ alone. It’s bullshit. It’s the end of the fucking world and we still have fucking elitism. Word is they expect people to riot and if they do…they are out of the QZ.” Joel hates the idea, certain that it ain’t gonna happen with the amount of workers needed to maintain the QZ for the FEDRA leaders and their families.

Your own swallow of whiskey goes down with a wince and a small hiss of pleasure before you frown. “Fucking FEDRA with their bullshit.” You grumble, knowing that whatever feelings Joel had towards the military dictatorship that runs the QZ, he won’t get involved. While you weren’t a member of the Fireflies, you believed that there were better ways to deal with this. It seems like more and more ground was being lost to the infected every year. “It’s all bullshit. End of the fucking world and they want to keep class systems.”

“The human way, right?” Joel scoffs, taking back the bottle to take another swig of whiskey. “I’m only there until I have what I need to head out and find Tommy. “Also found out that the factory down in Atlanta is makin’ condoms. Imagine selling those bad boys. People can finally cum inside and not worry about pregnancy again.” Joel smirks at you, knowing you know that very well.

You snort and shoot him a grin of your own, “tired of pulling out or fucking my ass, Miller?” You tease. It’s rare that he will fuck your cunt, many times these meet ups have him literally tearing your ass up and rubbing your clit. Not wanting to risk a pregnancy. The times that he does fuck your cunt, he’s pulling out and spilling on the floor of the school bus with groans that down sound quite as satisfied. “And here I was thinking you liked fucking me.” You pout playfully, knowing that he will roll his eyes and grunt at you.

Joel snorts at you, “you and I both know that ain’t true, sweetheart. Just would be nice to be able to cum inside that tight cunt of yours without having to pull out.” He says like he’s stating the sky is blue. He’s always a matter of fact, not wanting to blur any lines. You know what this is and you’re cool with it. “I guess the question is…what am I fucking today?” He asks, knowing you’ll tell him when he has to fuck your ass or the few times he’s allowed inside of your pussy.

You bite your lip, wondering how he will feel about it. “Well, I’m bleeding.” You admit, the cloths lining your panties are annoying but necessary to not ruin one of the few pairs of pants now. What you wouldn’t give for a tampon or a diva cup, but they are nonexistent now. “So I will leave that up to you. But I know you didn’t shower before you came so I’m not sucking your dick.”

Joel nods in understanding, knowing that he has to smell like fucking roses for you to suck him off. "You want me to fuck your cunt?" He asks, reaching out to slide his hand along your thigh until he is pressing his fingers against your jeans. "Or you want me in your ass. Your choice, darlin'. As always." He reminds you, his cock hardening at the thought of being inside of you any way you'll have him. You let him use your body for his pleasure, you don't ask questions or have expectations.

You moan softly, loving how Joel always makes it your choice. It’s easy when, if there’s an accident you would be the one dealing with the consequences, but some men wouldn’t care. You spread your legs wider, the feeling of his fingers not as vivid as it would be if you didn’t have the extra material. “Fuck my cunt.” You beg breathlessly, anticipating him feeling amazing inside your sensitive walls. “You don’t have to pull out since I’m bleeding.

Joel smirks, "yeah? No oral sex for either of us then." He doesn't go down on you unless it's a special occasion. He doesn't like the intimacy. "Better take those jeans off then baby." He orders, working on his belt as he shifts to stand up to pull his hardening cock out. There's no kissing, no pleasantries, he is all business.

You quickly start stripping down. The bus is secure enough that you don’t have to worry. Craving the feeling of him deep inside you. You smirk when you are bare below the waist and raise a brow at him. “On my back or do you want to fuck me from behind?” You ask, turning around and bending over one of the benches to shake your ass at him playfully. While it’s just fucking, you like riling him up.

“From behind.” He grunts, pumping his cock with one hand and he slaps your ass cheek. “Dirty little whore, ain’t ya?” He teases you, mocking you, as he hardens in his grip enough to slide inside of you. “You want to cum on my cock, darlin’?” He asks, slapping your ass again and he shuffles closer to swipe the head of his cock through your folds, groaning at how wet you are because of your period blood, his cock now coated in red.

“Joel.” You whimper, closing your eyes and anticipating the moment he shoves himself inside you. It’s not just your period that has you wet, you’ve been looking forward to this. He doesn’t make you wait long, cock sliding teasingly through your folds one moment and you’re being split in two by him the next. Crying out loudly, your nails dig into the seat at your body lurches forward to try to absorb the intrusion, but he holds your hips and drags you back on his cock. “Oh fuck.” You choke out, eyes springing open and another incoherent cry sounding out.

There’s nothing that compares to being inside of you. Joel is as addicted to you as the assholes are to the pills he sells. He fucking loves it. The way you clench around him when he pushes deep inside of you with no hesitation. “Always take it so good.” He grunts, grabbing your hips so he can set a harsh pace. The squelch of your blood and arousal echoes in the shell of the school bus.

Your eyes roll back and you moan out his name, loving how he just shreds up into you frantically. Like he’s been waiting to fuck you again. Like he’s been waiting for you, staying celebate. You know that’s not the case. Joel fucking you is a mutual convenience but it’s one you love. “Fuck.” You whine, holding onto the seat as he rails you into the bench.

“Always so fuckin’ tight.” He groans, certain that he’s bruising your hips but he can’t bring himself to care, too absorbed in the way you feel around his cock. This thing you got between you is purely sexual and it’s something he thinks about between runs, when he has his cock in his hand. He can feel your blood and arousal staining his pants but he doesn’t give a fuck. His clothes are ruined anyway and at least this blood won’t be from a wound inflicted on him or him on someone else. “Shitttt.” He grunts, “that feel good, sugar?” He asks, wanting to hear your voice.

“Y-y-yessssssss.” You moan out, your entire body pitching forward every time his hips slam into your ass. You love the way that he fucks you. Crave it like a rush of endorphins from those pills. Except nothing but Joel Miller would satisfy you. Your head rolls back, arching your back so your hips dip lower, making you squeal when he hits something devastating inside you.

Hearing you moan when he hits that spot makes him growl. Focusing so his cock hits that spot over and over again. He reaches out to wrap his fingers around your neck, groaning when your cunt clenched around him. “You like that, huh? You like me fuckin’ you like you’re a little whore?” He pants, getting closer to his own orgasm but he wants you to cum first.

“Fuck.” You know that Joel wouldn’t hurt you, not like he could. But the pressure of his fingers around your airway, limiting your breath is a heady rush of pleasure. “Yes.” You whine out, wanting him to tighten his grip. You lean forward into his hand and clench around him when it restricts your airway more.

“So fuckin’ desperate, ain’t ya? You wanna cum for me, darlin’? You gonna soak my cock and then I’ll fill ya up. Only fuckin’ time I can fill you up is when you’re bleedin’. So fuckin’ wet when ya bleed.” His accent always comes out thicker when he’s inside of you. Years in the Boston QZ have softened his accent, partly from him wanting to forget about his past, partly for him wanting to blend into the background. Right now though, he’s all Texas.

God, it sounds like pre-outbreak Joel would have had a breeding kink. You whine again, imagining him filling you up every time, murmuring filth in your ear. As it is, you enjoy the thicker words. The twang of Texas that you hear. He’s never told you where in Texas, but you do know that at least. “Fuck baby,” the endearment slips out as his rocks into you harshly, completely unnoticed by you but that’s perfectly fine when you can barely think because of the way he’s spearing his cock up into you. “Gonna cum.” You gasp out, feeling your body prime for it but you wanted it to last longer.

“Shit. Do it. Do it now.” Joel hisses, feeling his control slip away, especially since he doesn’t have to pull out. His hands squeeze your hips and he brings one down on your ass, smacking you hard enough to leave you aching tomorrow. “Cum.” He demands, cock already pulsing when he’s on the edge of his own orgasm.

The sharp sting of his hand pushes you over the edge. Crying out loudly, your fluttering walls lock up around him. The steady, slick slide of his cock becomes a little harder to keep at the same pace as you squeeze him tight. “Joel- fuck, JOOOOOOELLLLLL!” You squeal, the heat of your orgasm overwhelming and you collapse forward against the seat, panting as your cunt spasms.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He growls, thrusting into you like a jackhammer, unable to withhold his moans and groans while he seeks his own high in your vice of a cunt. Blood and cum coat his cock and stain his jeans but he doesn’t care, pushing as deep as he can three more times until he pushes into you, hips pressed against your ass while his cock spasms inside of you. Filling you with rope after rope of hot cum, he hisses and bends his body over yours, pressing you even further into the seat.

You moan at the feeling of his hot seed coating your walls and starting to push out of your fluttering cunt with every quick jolt of his hips as he rides out his release. It feels completely different from turning and watching him jerk his cock to spill his seed on the floor of the bus. Instead, you get to feel his hot breath pant against your neck and you hum contentedly. “Fuck that is good.” You praise, your walls squeezing him again and making him hiss as he starts to soften inside you.

“Always so fuckin’ good.” He compliments you, “always so good.” He takes a rare moment of affection, leaning in to kiss your shoulder before he pulls out, his cock is a mess of cum and blood, but he doesn’t care, too absorbed with the way he feels.

You groan softly, hating the empty feeling you’re left with after he pulls out. Only made better by the slight ache that you still have. The slide of his cum as it threatens to drip out of you. Instead of complaining, you pull your pants back up. You wonder if he’s going to stay or try to sneak back into the QZ tonight. Sometimes he rests for a few hours but you always leave it up to him. “I have a cloth in my bag and a bottle of water to clean up.” You offer, nodding towards your pack next to your own weapon.

Joel grunts gratefully, making his way over to your pack to grab the cloth and bottle, cleaning his cock and he wraps the cloth up carefully, “you want me to put it back?” He asks and you nod. He follows your order and comes to sit beside you on the bench while you try to catch your breath. “You gotta head back to Bill’s tonight?” He asks you gruffly, always feeling like he has to make small talk after he wrecks you.

Shaking your head, you frown slightly. “There’s a new fungal growth in the southeastern section of the city.” You tell him, wanting him to be careful if he ventures out past your normal meeting spot. “I want to make sure that I mark the way carefully so I don’t get surprised.” You roll your eyes. “Spending the night being chased in the dark by infected is not the way that I want to spend my night.”

Joel frowns, “yeah. That sounds like some bullshit I don’t wanna have to deal with either.” He crosses his arms, figuring he might as well get some rest. “You wanna get some sleep? I can take a watch.” He offers, knowing you must be tired after how hard he fucked you.

“Thanks.” You gratefully take the offer and finish redressing, settling down on the bench with your pack and send him a quick grin. “Night.” You offer, curling your body up and closing your eyes, knowing you will be safe while he’s watching for trouble.

Joel watches you curl up and go out like a light. He’s not sure what this thing is between you but he likes it. You have no expectations of him, you have no requirements other than he makes you cum. He’s happy to do that and you give him what he wants in return. It’s an easy relationship. Give and take. He grabs his gun, keeping it close as he watches you sleep, knowing you’d call him a weirdo for watching but he likes how peaceful you look. The stress of this life lifted from your features.

Sleep is hard to come by when you’re out in the open like this. The only reason you sleep for four hours is because of Joel watching out. Waking up, you shift, sitting up and watch him turn to look at you. “I- I’ll take over.” You offer, yawning and stretching with a groan. You feel better and know he needs to get some sleep too.

Joel trusts you to have his back so he grunts his appreciation and closes his eyes, resting his head against the school bus window to get some much needed shut eye. He cleaned his gun while you were asleep, thought over what he’s gonna sell the merch for, and maybe had a fantasy about you hanging out the window of the bus while he fucks you. That thought is out of the window when he falls asleep. He’s not sure how long he’s out until you are shoving on his shoulder. “What the fuck-?” He doesn’t get a chance to argue when you slap your hand over his mouth.

“Infected.” You barely breathe the word into his ear, your eyes fixed on the window outside. Watching as the group of about five stumbled around the clearing near the derelict bus. The doors are closed and locked, but you know that it wouldn’t keep out infected for long if they gathered up.

Joel exhales against your hand before he lowers it, “shit.” He hisses under his breath. How the fuck did they manage to come across this school bus? It’s in the middle of fucking nowhere. He grabs his gun, carefully flicking off the safety as they groan while stumbling past the bus.

Your own weapon is in your hand, ready to use if necessary. “If-“ Your voice is barely audible. “If we need to, use the bottle of whiskey and that cloth. Make a Molotov cocktail.” You suggest, not taking your eyes off the bodies as they slowly go by.

Joel shakes his head, “let’s just relax. They should move on soon then we can get going. Better to be in here than out there and get caught off guard. Let’s just wait it out.” He suggests and leans back against the bus seat. His arm unconsciously wraps itself around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

He’s right. It’s better to be quiet and just let them pass. You slowly holster your weapon and lean back. “Too bad we don’t have anything to do.” You murmur quietly. It was too dark to try to play cards, even if you had some. You listen to him grunt and then it’s just the sounds of the infected moving outside.

Joel smirks, knowing it’s risky but this entire existence is a risk. He wants to have some fun. His hand slides down your body until he’s squeezing your breast through your worn t-shirt. “Anyone ever tell you you’ve got great tits?” He asks softly, not wanting the infected to hear.

You freeze for a moment before you exhale slowly. Not expecting Joel to sound downright cheeky in a situation like this. Apparently being in a locked bus made him a little bolder than you imagined. “All the time.” You tease, loving how his hand just covers your breast and he squeezes again. “Best feature in my opinion.” You joke quietly. “Anyone can admire them.”

Joel snorts, “you got Bill and Frank eying your tits?” He jokes and squeezes one last time before sliding his hand lower until he’s cupping your cunt. “Pussy is your best feature. Fucking gorgeous. Almost as gorgeous as your face.” He admits softly, flicking the button on your jeans so he can push his hand in, uncaring of the blood and his cum as he starts to rub your clit.

Your gasp of surprise turns into a moan as your eyes flutter closed. You didn’t expect him to compliment you, it didn’t seem like Joel’s style. His lips are right against your ear as he shushes you quietly. “Can’t be too loud, honey.” He coos and you can feel the way your clit starts to throb under the pressure of his fingers. Biting your lip, you turn your head to kiss along his jaw, the first time you’ve kissed him like that. The only time you’ve actually kissed was the first time and it was harsh and needy.

Joel needs you to be quiet. He turns his head to press his lips against yours, loving how reactive you are. His tongue slides into your mouth, loving how you mewl around his tongue. His fingers rub your clit a little harder, the infected still stumbling around the bus but none of them have sensed you.

You shudder, the slide of his tongue against yours makes your cunt bottom out. Joel isn’t gentle or soft. He could be, he’s never hurt you, but there’s almost affection right here in the moment. You can feel his cock pulsing and you wonder why he is doing this instead of fucking you.

He tries to keep you as quiet as possible, fumbling to unbutton his pants with his free hand, pulling his cock out and he pumps himself while his fingers work your clit. His tongue lazily stroking yours, harsh breaths escaping his nose and he keeps his eyes shut but his ears are hyper focused on the infected outside.

“Jo-Joel.” You moan softly. “Fuck me.” You’ll beg if you have to, but the idea of him being inside you again is thrilling. Your arm twists around so you can wrap your fingers around his cock and try to pump him. The angle sucks but this is more intimate than anything you’ve done so far and you don’t want to just take from him.

He pulls his hand out of your jeans, wiping his bloodied fingers on his own without care and he bats your hand away from his cock. “Stand up.” He orders, following his own demand. You obey and he reaches out to shove your jeans down, kicking your ankle to widen your legs as much as possible. “You want the infected to see me fucking you?” He rasps in your ear, pushing you towards the glass as he pushes his cock inside of you.

The slap of your hand against the windows makes both of you freeze. A moment where your breath is held as you watch the infected, wondering if they would sense you. They don’t. The sound o you hand not drawing their attention. Making you bite your lip, holding in a moan when he twitches inside you. “Move.” You beg quietly, wanting him to move again.

He obeys, watching the infected out of the window as he rocks into you, groaning your name when you clench around him, slick with blood and his last round of cum still inside of you. “You’re so fucking needy for my cock you’ll risk getting caught by those fuckers outside.” He taunts you playfully.

“Yes.” You hiss, keeping your eyes on the infected outside. “I don’t- harder Joel.” You beg him; loving his playfulness right now. Your entire body bounced, tits shaking as he rocks into you. If any of the infected were aware, they would see you getting fucked.

He fucks you harder, pushing you harder against the glass. The thrill of danger makes this even sweeter as he thrusts deep and hard, fingers grabbing at your tits as he pushes deep inside of you with every rock of his hips.

You love how frantic he seems as well, this being the first time that he’s ever fucked you twice. He normally leaves after your meet up but he had decided to stay this time. He groans in your ear quietly and his fingers pinch your nipples through your shirt and bra. Making you bite back your moan, almost making your lip bleed from how hard you are biting your lip.

He loves how hard you’re trying to keep quiet. “Look out the window. None of them know you’re a dirty little whore. One moan and they will know. Is being loud worth getting killed? You want them to kill you for being a little slut?” He taunts you in your ear, hips grinding deep as he tries to keep the sound to a minimum.

God, you never knew Joel MIller could run his fucking mouth like this. It’s so fucking wrong but it’s also sexy. His dark rasp in your ear adds to the pleasure and you feel your entire body tensing up rapidly. Instead of biting your lip, you shove your fist into your mouth when you feel your cunt clench. Body locking up and your cry into your fist is silent as your teeth dig into your flesh like an infected eager to pass on the fungus.

“Fuckkkk. So fucking good.” Joel hisses through his teeth. Loving how tight you grip his cock. It’s intoxicating and he fucking loves it. Almost drunk off of how you feel, he pushes deep inside of you and pulses as he cums, filling you up for the second time that night. The infected unknowingly pass by and Joel leans over to kiss the back of your neck, silently telling you how he feels.

You sigh softly and your entire body relaxes. Even more than you did the last time. “That was- shit, that was good.” You mumble. “Let’s clean up and then we can get a few more hours.” You suggest, feeling like the two of you can both sleep before you have to leave.

Joel caresses your spine and agrees, squeezing your ass playfully and he stands up straight, grabbing the rag and bottle to clean himself up before he hands it to you. “Let’s do that. Wait until these fuckers pass.” Joel grunts after he tucks himself away and sits back down on the bench.

“Do you - uh, want to lay down together?” You ask, feeling unsure of yourself and slightly foolish. This isn’t some great romance, but it would be nice to have his warmth against you, even better to have his arms around you for a little longer. “It’s- we don’t have to.”

Joel knows this is crossing the line you drew but he wants to hold you close. He nods and shifts onto the floor of the bus, holding his hand out towards you. This will be between you. No one else will know.

You kneel down, cautiously moving into his arms. Turning towards him, you decide that if this is the one night, the one chance, you get to do this; you’re going to curl into him. Pressing your chest to his, you find your head cradles into his shoulder and you sigh softly. “Good night, Joel.”

He doesn’t sleep. He just holds you, allowing himself this close contact before he knows he has to go back to the QZ and you go back to Bill and Frank’s. It’s a tough pill to swallow but that’s how this life is. The infected stumble past, unaware of your presence in the bus, and Joel listens to your breathing, wondering what could’ve been if you had met before all this bullshit.

You sleep better than you have in a long time, groaning softly when you wake up and not wanting to leave the warmth of his body, but you have to. Blinking at him a few times before you give a small smile and lean in to kiss the bare spot on his jaw, a patch where hair refuses to grow. The sunlight is filtering in through the dirty windows and you sigh. “We better get going.” You murmur quickly, pulling away and stumbling to your feet. “I’ve got to get back and so do you.”

Joel grunts, reluctantly sitting up. This meeting was something that can’t happen again. Letting that emotion come through. He can’t let that weakness ruin him. He has to put the walls back up. “Yeah. I gotta get back.” The infected have passed and he grunts, standing up and he grabs your shoulders to steady you. “You good?” He asks, the rising sun hitting your features in a way to make his heart thump once in his chest.

There’s something on his face that you can’t quite pinpoint, but you nod. “I’m good.” You turn away to pick up your pack and your weapon. “I’ll have Bill play a song the next time we get anything good.” You promise him, just like you always do. “Might be another month or so.” You settle your bag on your back and turn towards him, feeling slightly off kilter but determined to shake it off.

Joel nods, knowing there’s so much unsaid between you but it’s better that way. Attachments are weakness in this new era. Pre outbreak he would’ve asked you for dinner but all he can do now is offer you and a nod while he adjusts his backpack. “Hopefully he picks a good song this time. Tell him I ain’t a fan of Leo Sayer.” He snorts, grabbing his gun.

You chuckle and nod. “Will do.” You promise, opening the door to the bus and climbing down the stairs. “Take care of yourself, Miller.” You tell him as you look around. One last look at him, you memorize the way he looks. “Be seein’ you.”

Joel steps down the stairs of the bus, offering you a nod. He doesn’t know that this is the last time he sees you before he meets Ellie. He winks at you and knows that words don’t mean shit but he says “see ya around.” With that, he stalks off through the trees, gun in hand as he heads back to the QZ, back to find Tess and get what he needs to find Tommy.

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us hbo #hbo tlou #hbo the last of us #tlou hbo #joel miller the last of us

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howlingday · 28 days

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THE SACRIFICE

Cardin: Alright, time to get some protei- Huh?

Cardin: This isn't Beacon.

???: It's better, actually.

Cardin: Oh! Hello, little girl~! Have you seen any protein around here?

Ruby: No.

Cardin: Bummer.

Ruby: ...

Cardin: ...Welp! See ya later!

Ruby: Hold it, big guy! I brought you here to be sacrificed, and that's exactly what I plan to do!

Cardin: Sacrificed? No can do, Little Red! I've got some sparring to get to!

Ruby: Why not spar with me~?

Cardin: YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THE HERO OF BEACON?

Ruby: Not much of hero from what I s-

Cardin: (Swings down)

Ruby: (Petal bursts away)

Cardin: ...Sorry, little girl. I don't know what came over me. But if you're looking for a fight... Better say good ni- Wait... Where'd she-

Ruby: That heavy armor weighs you down. Makes you slow. Just how I like it~.

Cardin: Ghk! (Thinking) She's fast! This might be a good fight after all... Unfortunately, for her, I'm not as slow as she thi-

Ruby: Are you inner monologuin-?

Cardin: (Leaps at her, Swinging at her)

Ruby: (Bobbing, Weaving, Dodging)

Cardin: (Smashes down) HA! Got you now, you little bitch!

Ruby: That's one.

Cardin: One what?! You haven't landed a single- (Points stump arm)

Cardin: When did she-?! And such a clean cut, too! Such speed!.

Ruby: Oh, you are NOT inner monologuing me again!

Cardin: She must be using some kind of magic or has a semblance that breaks time or something. OH, THIS GIRL'S A BIIITCH! Wait, but if I can still talk and move, that means she's probably not using it the whole time. She has to take breaks and cooldown! That's when I'll strike!

Cardin: Ha! I'd like to see you try that agai- (Arm falls off)

Cardin: SHE'S FAST.

Cardin: (Turns, Kicks)

Ruby: (Slices off his leg, Then other leg)

Cardin: (Falls to the ground)

Ruby: Phew! Good! Now just stay like that while I-

Cardin: I'm sorry, my friends... It looks like we won't be going out together after all...

Cardin: (Pushing on his stumps to get up) But that's why... Why... WHY I WON'T GIVE U- (Decapitation~!)

Ruby: Finally!

Penny: (Pops into existence behind Ruby)

Ruby: Now then... (Clasps hands together)

Ruby: O GREAT BROTHER OF DARKNESS!

Ruby: I CALL UPON YOU NOW! NOT TO COMMAND, BUT TO EVOKE THE LAW OF EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE!

Cardin: (Shadows wrap around corpse)

Penny: (Twitches)

Ruby: (Looks to Penny, Looks to Cardin)

Cardin: (Light dissolves body)

Ruby: ...Uh oh.

Penny: MAGNETS!

#rwby #cardin winchester #ruby rose #penny polendina #lord arch

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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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One day, as Ace is explaining to you the... stranger parts of his world, you chime in and explain some strange parts of your world. Afterwards, Ace makes a bet with you...

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, pred y/n

★✦I Did It!✦★

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"So yeah, people just sorta... eat people sometimes." Ace explained to you. "It's less common with humans, but it still happens." He sighed.

"Oh! That happens in my world too!" You told him.

"Wait, really? I thought it was a weird thing... oftentimes humans have to use magic and potions to do that here." His eyes drifted away from you.

"I'm gonna guess human biology is a bit different here, huh?" You laughed to yourself. "I haven't exactly... done it myself, but it's pretty normal where I live."

Ace suddenly smirked, and pointed at someone.

"Y'see Floyd over there?" Ace pulled out his wallet. "50 marks says you can't eat him~"

You paused.

...you do REALLY need some money right now...

"100 says I can." You winked.

"Fine then. If you can eat Floyd, I'll give you 100 thaumarks. But I doubt you can~" Ace smirked.

Ace patted you on the back as you made your way towards Floyd.

Are you really about to do this? You're not sure if you even can...

But you'll get good money if you do...!

"Hey, Floyd, how's it going...?" You nervously asked.

"Heya Shrimpy, Crabby, what's up~?"

"Could I... uh, see your hands?" You asked.

"Eh? Well, sure, I guess..." He said, presenting his hands. "But I don't see why. Is this some human thing or whatever?"

You grabbed his hands and placed them in your mouth. You were already kind of regretting this...

You swallowed, and Floyd gave you a surprised look.

Wow, that... that really hurts... and some people do this for FUN?! You could never.

"...so uh... whaaaaat're ya doing, Shrimpy...?"

You swallowed again, very nearly gagging.

Come on, you have to do this...

"What are you doing." Floyd demanded.

You grabbed his head.

...this is probably going to be the hardest part...

You pushed his head into your mouth. Trying not to make any pained sounds, you swallowed his head entirely. Your not sure how you were even able to manage that. Money is a powerful motivator, you suppose.

"I'm gonna lose this bet, huh?" Ace sighed.

You fell backwards onto the ground as you tried your hardest to keep going.

Once you got past his chest, Floyd really started panicking. He was kicking his legs and flailing around... you're SO glad he's not in his merform right now. If he was, he'd probably be using his tail to choke you or something...

You tried to hold his legs steady, which didn't help much, but at least it did something.

And slowly, in went the rest of his legs.

And then, finally, all of him was inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief as tears rolled down your face from the pain you were just in.

"Alright... g-give me the money, Ace..." You demanded.

"What the hell?! Aren't you in pain right now????"

"A lot. Now I... I-I ate him, so give me the money I was... p-promised."

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Floyd suddenly yelled.

"P-please don't hurt me! I'll be letting you out!" You insisted. "A-Ace made a bet with me... and now, because I ate you, I'm getting 100 thaumarks...!"

"Ohhhh, so Crabby put you up to this~?" He asked. "Well then, I guess I'll have to do this to him later, I think he deserves this."

"What?! I-I'm not the one who ate you!!" Ace yelled.

"Yeah, but you're the one who put Shrimpy up to this... so! Pay Shrimpy that money you promised them and then start running. You're not going to be able to hide from me, but it'll be fun to chase you~!"

...

Ace didn't end up paying you anything.

Absolutely nothing.

#i know i said pred y/n x idia was next #but you have to understand #this idea simply wouldn't leave my head #i don't know if anyone will like this but i thought it was funny and tbh that's what's important #soft vore #safe vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #same size vore #floyd leech #v.ore #v/ore

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ashiemochi · 9 months

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(don't) go easy on me - ii

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 5.8k

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Everyone give it up for our spectator; Cindy Lloyd!

With Captain Magath still away, she and her squad were still ordered to train with Captain Redfield. It was all going okay with Cindy choosing to spar with her best friend Vivian Marie to pass the time or at least seem busy to the eyes of their sub-captain.

"You heard about the new rookie?" Cindy asked, sending a blow, "His name is Finn something and, apparently, he's assigned to be in Redfield's team."

Vivian looked surprised, dodging the attack and threw one back, "That quick? I thought it was difficult to be a part of his team."

"I know right?" Cindy huffed, blocking the hit before swinging her leg, "Think he got a free pass like you-know-who?"

Both of them looked over at the Han girl by the wall, seeing her sitting down with her phone in her hands. Cindy let out a sound of disgust, shifting her attention back to her friend.

"Un-fucking-believable, she gets to sit on her ass while we have to train our ass off every day?"

Vivian winced at the hit landing on her shoulder, giving her a knowing look, "We're not training with her every single day. We don't know what her schedule even looks like."

"Don't defend her, it's probably what she wants." Cindy retorted, "She goes through one incident and suddenly she's BSAA's little princess. We've been through missions exactly like the H-Outbreak – you don't see us lumping around uselessly!"

Her attacks got harsher, actually hurting Vivian who kept up her tough parrying skills for her sake.

"We fight! And we keep fighting because when you're strong, there's always someone stronger than you." Cindy snapped, roundhouse kicking Vivian and she actually stumbled back with a hitch of a breath.

"You always take this a little too seriously," Vivian glared at her, rubbing her arm, "Keep that up and you won't have anyone left to train with."

Cindy swallowed her tongue, jaw clenching silently.

She excelled in her team, being basically a second in command to Magath. She took her training sessions to the heart, practising and sparring day and night to keep up with the regime. She could take down any of her squad, hence why they were ordered to train with Captain Redfield's team as they were the closest one to such a high rank in the BSAA.

Her eyes darted to Chris walking with Piers to the spacious ground where most soldiers spar. Piers was seemingly not in a good mood, ranting to his captain who only offered a smile and patted his back. There were several more trainers and captains here and there. Then-

"Alright Team Beta, listen up!" Chris' authoritative voice boomed, "As you all may know, your captain Sett Magath returns tomorrow from his mission overseas. He's expecting full improvement in your performance. Today you will pick someone on my team and spar with them to test your abilities. Our trainers and coaches will observe the session to ensure all ground rules are followed.”

"Do a good job and maybe I'll put in a good word for you to the captain. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Opposite team, huh…" Cindy trailed away, watching how the training around was starting to get busier with her team going to his, probably trying to find someone to spar with.

A man from her squad, Ryder, approached Piers and asked if they could spar. Piers didn't seem all that interested, giving him an annoyed stare with crossed arms when he recognized him as the guy who hit on So Ah. Then he nodded, shaking his hand, and Ryder visibly flinched at the grip, but he pretended to be okay with it, giving Piers a thumbs-up.

"You got a good grip on ya', haha!"

"Guess Ryder got himself into trouble again," Vivian spoke blankly.

"Viv, who are you picking?"

"Hmm," She trailed her eyes around, landing on Finn chatting with So Ah, "The rookie. I could teach him the basics and see what he knows. What about you?"

Vivian watched Cindy turn around and face So Ah, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"Please don't tell me you're thinking of fighting her."

"Someone has to show her that not everything can be served on a silver platter," Cindy spoke lowly, nudging her head at them, "C'mon. Let's pick our partners."

Vivian followed her begrudgingly, a little embarrassed to be dragged into this battle of hers.

"Hey, Han." Cindy said dryly, catching her attention, "Let's fight after Piers is done. We can have Captain Redfield spectate us."

"Ah," So Ah blinked in shock at the assertion in her tone, giving Finn a look who only returned it, "Yeah, sure. I was actually suggesting Finn to spar with you since you're pretty much known around here to be good at this."

"I don't want him. He'll make it very easy for me." Her eyebrow twitched as she folded her arms over her chest, "Vivian will be sparring with the rookie."

Again, Finn gave So Ah a look of uncertainty and she only nodded, giving him a small smile.

"Go, it'll be good practice! I'll wait for you at the cafeteria when we're done." She encouraged him.

He seemed hesitant before nodding and he stood up, "Okay."

Vivian looked at Cindy, silently warning her not to go too far and then she and Finn moved to find a free coach.

So Ah stood up, dusting the back of her pants, voice polite, "I don't think we've properly met before. I'm H–"

"I know who you are and I frankly don't care." Cindy interrupted, not hiding her resentment as she turned around to observe Piers and Ryder fighting, "I want to prove to Captain Redfield that you have to work hard to earn this position."

She glared at the Han girl from the corner of her eyes, "Not like some people."

So Ah blinked, lips parting in surprise. Before she could speak, Ryder let out a grunt, having been brought down to the ground. Piers was standing tall, albeit breathing heavily but it didn't seem like he broke a sweat. Chris kept his broad stance, giving Ryder advice about his fighting technique and Piers only stood beside him, not even offering to help Ryder up.

Ryder was too exhausted to bother a quip or two, so he pushed himself up onto his feet, thanking the captain before walking away, most likely to join his team – or those who finished training.

Cindy silently moved towards the two men and So Ah hastily followed. Piers' eyes darted to Cindy, automatically locking onto the Han girl instead and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

"Captain, I'd like for you to watch us," Cindy said like a soldier.

Chris glanced over at So Ah, who only shrugged, and looked over at his watch, "I suppose I can squeeze in one more before my lunch break. Also, So Ah."

"Yeah?"

He opened his palm towards her, giving her a firm knowing look, "No phones on training grounds."

Red rushed to her cheeks and she grumbled, avoiding his eyes as she gave him her phone, "Sorry, Captain."

"Don't let it happen again." He waved the phone at her with a subtle smile, not quite mad, "Now go, we don't have all day."

Cindy couldn't believe it. This was the most strict captain?

If Captain Magath catches anyone with their phone when they're supposed to be training, they can kiss their phone goodbye.

"Good luck, Toadette," Piers flashed So Ah a wink and she rolled her eyes, walking past him.

"Eat it, Yoshi."

As So Ah and Cindy got into position, Chris handed Piers the phone who took it and shoved it into his pocket.

"She couldn't have picked anyone else?" Chris asked himself.

Piers looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"What you are to me is exactly what Cindy Lloyd is to Captain Magath," Chris explained, "She's the toughest one in his squad. Maybe So Ah wants to push her limits today."

Piers went quiet, trailing his eyes back to the two girls. Then Chris quipped.

"So, when were you going to tell me that she beat your ass in Mario Kart?"

Piers' eyebrows shot up, pink coating his ears, "She told you?!"

"It's what she told everyone on your team."

As that was happening, So Ah gave Cindy a strange look. The Lloyd girl was stretching her arms and her neck, a masked annoyed look on her face.

"Why'd you pick me?" So Ah voiced her curiosity when Cindy got into position.

"I told you," Cindy eyed her sharply, "To prove to the captain that you have to deserve to be here."

So Ah frowned deeply but didn't say anything, following suit and she threw a glance at Piers who gave her an encouraging look with a thumbs up. That made her chest bloom and she nodded to herself, his presence and support making her more confident.

Alright, she can't be that bad.

Getting into position, she barely blinked before Cindy initiated a fight.

OH SHIT, SHE'S QUICK.

So Ah blocked and dodged most of the attacks, making sure to keep her distance every time Cindy gets too close. That was her technique; defence then switch to offence once the assailant tired out. As she relied mostly on her legs, she needed the space to perform some attacks.

"It's goddamn unfair how they let you in," Cindy breathed heavily, roughly jabbing her side and earning a hitched sound from her, "Some rich pompous girl who doesn't know jack shit."

So Ah kept her mouth shut, glaring at her attacker. She had dealt with enough hate from the public to build some sort of resistance to it. It still hurts like a bitch, knowing that a handful of people continue to blame the Han family for what happened in California a little over a year ago.

And deep inside, she agreed with Cindy. She doesn't deserve to be at the BSAA – not after all the soldiers they had lost trying to capture her at the facility.

Cindy picked up on her always staying far away and growled, charging at her, "Stop running and fight back!"

And she did.

So Ah lowered herself to avoid her swinging arm and shifted her feet. She grabbed onto her arm and flipped her over her back and to the ground with a loud thud.

Cindy grunted, pain shooting through her back and So Ah was quick to step back, trying to keep her breathing stable. Cindy pushed herself up, stumbling a bit as she wiped her jaw from the dirt and sweat.

"You're right, I don't deserve to be here," So Ah said, huffing and narrowing her eyes down, "But I'm here for my family, and I'm not going to let someone like you take that away from me."

Cindy heaved, scoffing, "Someone like me?"

She cracked her knuckles and her demeanour changed into that of controlled rage. So Ah blinked at that, moving one of her feet back to prepare herself for what was to come.

"I'll show you what someone like me can do." Cindy promised with piercing eyes, "And then you'll know who truly belongs here."

The sparring continued, but So Ah noticed she could barely keep up. It was as if she was against Piers – and she never really brought him down. He'd teach her certain moves to stay ahead, but he'd know how to counter them, easily knocking her off her feet.

Piers never really went that easy on her. That was her request; fight her like he fights the other soldiers. Besides, he'd usually treat her with food or a massage to untie any uncomfortable knot in her body.

So Ah hopped back to avoid yet another attack but this time, Cindy picked up on her technique. She swung her leg at her ankles, sending the Han girl down with a gasp.

She tumbled to the ground on her side and tried to get up but she was shoved against the floor. Tears sprang to her eyes instinctively when her nose got hit and then–

"You rich people are the fucking worse," Cindy snapped, setting her bent-up knee on So Ah's midsection, applying pressure which caused the girl to grunt, "Always buying your way into anything."

So Ah knew at that moment that Cindy was taking this spar a bit too seriously. It wasn't to train and enhance her skills. It was personal.

That was not part of the ground rules.

"While we had to work our asses off for a position like yours," Cindy snarled, yanking her right arm to press it bent up against her back in an armlock and pushing her shoulder down to stop her from squirming, "You get to play princess and just waltz in like you own the fucking place."

So Ah wheezed out air at the pressure intensifying on her back and her wrist. She couldn't even look up at Chris or Piers, forcing herself to glare sharply up at Cindy as she kept attempting to struggle back.

Piers threw a glance at the gathering soldiers and he deadpanned at the little snickers and inappropriate comments. God forbid those men get some action in their bedroom.

"Look at that," Piers nudged Chris.

Chris tore his eyes away from the two girls and looked at the audience, unimpressed, "Those men are hopeless."

"I have as much right to be here as you do." So Ah retorted, shifting her other arm so it went bent up in front of her, "I didn't ask for any of this."

"Right, because if it's not for that freaky virus of yours, then maybe they wouldn't have even looked twice at you." Cindy sneered and So Ah's eyes widened.

Another quiet yelp came from her when her arm was tugged and she went to tap the ground to surrender. The ache was getting too much to handle and she really didn't want to deal with any broken bones at the moment.

"No, you fucking don't." Cindy shoved the back of her head down so her mouth was pressed up against her arm, effectively shutting her up and stopping her from tapping out, "You don't get to run from any of this anymore."

That was when Piers looked back, picking up on the uncharacteristic panicking of his girl with her feet scraping the ground to try and gain some leverage against the death grip Cindy had on her.

"Maybe that'll teach you a lesson," Cindy tightened her grip on her wrist, slowly pulling on her arm almost involuntarily, "You're useless here."

The crack was dull but she heard it. Both of them did. So Ah's shriek came out muffled, hitched in her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut at the immense pain shooting from her shoulder and all the way down to her wrist.

The sound seemed to have snapped Cindy out momentarily but it was all So Ah needed to twist her body around to push her off of her. Cindy fell to the side with a huff but grunted when So Ah slammed her foot hard against her chest to kick her away. That forced a series of coughs from the Lloyd girl, holding onto her chest.

So Ah panted heavily, teary eyes wide as she held her arm to her chest. Her chest was heaving as she was gulping air like water, trembling as she tried to hide her pain when multiple footsteps were quickly approaching.

"Hey, hey," Piers was the first to get to her, helping her up with concern written all over his face, "Are you okay?"

So Ah stayed quiet, worried if she'd speak then only pained sounds would emit. She hugged her wrist to her body when Piers gently held her arms, brows furrowed deeply at her silence as he tried to read her.

Multiple coaches were also nearby with Captain Magath's team going up to Cindy, helping her up onto her feet. Chris' team rushed to the Han girl but did not surround her, keeping their distance as they had a vague idea that she didn't really like that much attention.

"So Ah, are you hurt?" Piers pressed on and she shook her head.

Vivian shot Cindy a knowing glare, clearly disappointed at her best friend going too far.

Realization hit her a little too late, Cindy fucked up. She was going to be sent home, losing everything she worked so hard for all because she lost her temper.

"I'm fine," So Ah finally spoke, giving her team a small meek smile, "She just scared me when she had me all pinned."

Chris stepped forward, noting the look of uneasiness on Cindy's face before shifting his attention to the Han girl, voice firm when he spoke.

He was asking for the truth.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Chris asked, snapping his eyes down to her wrist and then back up.

So Ah hesitated for a bit and glanced over at Cindy for a second, nodding. She released her wrist to wave slightly, keeping the movement to the minimum but enough to convince her team that she was good.

"Mhm! All okay! Nothing broken, just another little trick to get away," She giggled nervously, "Sorry I made you guys worry, it won't happen again."

Mutters and murmurs came from the soldiers, gradually dispersing to continue whatever they were doing. Piers stayed close, keeping his perceptive eyes dead set on her arm as Finn gave her a worried frown.

"Are you sure? Your arm seems a bit…"

"I'm okay, Finn. Really. I did the same thing with Piers yesterday," So Ah reassured him and then looked up at Piers, "Right?"

Piers folded his arms, clearly unconvinced. His sharp hazels stayed like a hawk, staring her down.

"Right." He only said.

So Ah tried to seem unphased but knew she could hide nothing from him. Instead, she turned to Finn with that soft smile of hers.

"I'll wash up and we'll meet you at the cafeteria, okay?"

"Okay…" Finn returned the smile timidly, "I'll save us a table. Do you want me to get you any–"

"Go away, Finn." Piers interrupted, not bothering to hide that he wanted a moment with his girlfriend.

So Ah avoided his eyes as the rookie scrambled away, a habit of hers that he didn't really like very much.

If she was flustered and couldn't look him in the eye, then that he adored – but lying?

"Are you planning on keeping this shit up or what?" Piers questioned sharply, referencing her arm.

She rubbed her wrist, muttering lowly, "What's it to you?"

He blinked at her, his brows shooting down to knit in the middle. That pout was back on her lips and he unfolded his arms.

"Ow!" She let out when he flicked the back of her head and her hands shot up to rub the spot but he grabbed her good arm, silently dragging her away.

Anyone could see he was seething.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Hit the showers," Chris called out, his eyes settling on Cindy at the last bit, "And go home."

Fuck, fuck, fuck–

"Are you proud of yourself?" Vivian stepped up to Cindy with a glare.

Cindy could only watch the couple enter the building, the training ground slowly emptying.

She lied.

So Ah lied.

"But she… I actually…" Cindy whispered, "Why would she do that?"

Why didn't she tell them I broke her hand?

"You really don't get any of this," Vivian shook her head with a scoff, crossing her arms as she moved past her.

"Just be happy Captain Magath isn't here to witness this childish side of you."

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It had been a slow couple of hours of having lunch, spending time at the gym for more training, showering, and finally, she could leave. At the cafeteria, Piers kept trying to convince her to report Cindy while she continued trying to convince him that her hand was fine. It was obvious she was lying, but she wasn’t going to admit it.

Piers had gone silent when she refused and that was when he left the table, leaving his tray of food behind – which was worrying in of itself considering his appetite.

So Ah was standing outside by the gates, eyeing her dominant hand. Twisting it right and left, everything in it was healed as if nothing had ever happened. With a faint whine, she dropped her arm, feeling like utter crap about the sparring session.

Cindy was right – anyone else more worthy could’ve had her position in Chris’ team.

So Ah checked her watch; Piers was late. She knew he was upset, but she didn’t know what was taking him so long. When he left the cafeteria, he was livid. His hands were clenched tightly till his knuckles were white, veins growing more pronounced. She could’ve gone after him but knew he wanted his space.

Chatter reached her ears and she turned her head to look at Finn and Marco. They were making their way towards the gates when they noticed her.

“Hey, Han,” Marco greeted.

“Hey, you two heading home?” So Ah asked with a small smile.

Marco replied, “Nah, there’s a new arcade that opened down the road so we thought we might check it out and then hit the bar later, you wanna come?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m waiting on Piers…” She shook her head, glancing over at the building, “Did you guys see him around?”

“I haven’t.” Marco shrugged.

“Last I saw him, he was talking with Chris,” Finn answered and she stiffened.

“Okay, thanks.” So Ah smiled, bowing, “Hope you two have fun tonight.”

“See you around,” Marco chuckled, turning to make his way down the pavement as Finn followed him.

He waved at her with a wide smile, “Have a great weekend!”

She waved back, giggling a bit and then her arm flopped next to her side. Growing anxious by the second, she wrung the straps of her bag as she looked over at the doors. He couldn’t be reporting Cindy himself. He wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

“Where is he…” So Ah muttered to herself, now contemplating going back in.

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“I still can’t believe you.”

“Seriously, you’re still mad at me?”

Vivian glared at Cindy when she mimicked her tone, “You want me to be over the moon that you broke her goddamn hand? Cindy, if she hadn’t lied for you, you’d be packing your shit by now.”

Cindy went quiet, walking by her to her car. The rest of her day was spent on her nerves, completely expecting Chris to walk into the gym and call her out in front of everyone. Hell, every time she walked by him, she’d be on edge – but he’d only spare her a curt nod and go about his day.

“Ugh, I don’t get why she’d lie but,” Vivian sighed roughly, irritated by the situation and she looked at her friend, “I’d thank her if I were you.”

Cindy scoffed, stopping in her place, “As if.”

“You’re unbelievably dense, it’s insane.” Vivian rolled her eyes as she rounded her car to the driver’s seat, “Whatever, let’s go. I need a drink.”

She opened the door and set her foot inside just as Cindy went to the passenger seat but a voice called out her name.

Instant butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her cheeks reddened when she turned to look at Piers. She had watched enough romcoms that usually this would be the part where a heartfelt confession is made with the sunset giving everything the soft golden glow.

The way Piers stood with that dry look on his face though; she knew it was about his girlfriend.

He asked, “Do you have a minute?”

Cindy faced Vivian, nodding at her, “I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“Okay…” Vivian gave her a knowing but unsure look then barely waved at the male soldier, “Bye, Piers.”

Piers only nodded and the car roared to life before driving off. Cindy turned to him as if timid. They barely had any one-on-one talks, more focused on their job than chitchatting. She’d gaze at him from afar, knowing to keep her distance as he was persistent in his training to be the greatest soldier.

Yet, it didn’t seem to have been the same case when she joined the BSAA, all shy and anxious. Chris had given So Ah an encouraging pat on the back with an equally encouraging smile, lightly shoving her towards Piers who stood there with folded arms.

His eyes, at first, were harsh but they have grown gentler by the second they spend time together. He was her trainer as Chris had trusted Piers quite enough. With the Hans still on thin ice, So Ah was expected to be around people she was sure wouldn’t hurt her.

But why her?

Cindy kept her distance because she thought Piers was doing the same – but the guy wouldn’t even spare her a second look whenever they’d cross by each other in the hallways.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asked, initiating the conversation to try and cut the suffocating silence.

“That stunt you pulled back there.” He merely said, his hazel eyes focused on hers when she didn’t say anything, “You’re really lucky she doesn’t want Chris or your captain to know about it.”

“Yet she told you,” Cindy retorted, “Captain Redfield’s second in command.”

“She didn’t say anything. I can tell when she’s lying.” Pier scoffed, crossing his arms, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t report you.”

Cindy bit her bottom lip, brows twitching and her heart wrenched into itself, “What do you see in her?”

It was his turn to be surprised.

“Huh?”

“What do you see in her?” She only repeated.

His brows furrowed deeply, confused, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything.” Cindy answered, gesturing around her vaguely, “I read the papers you’ve written about the H-Outbreak. I know about all the soldiers we have lost because of her.”

She breathed in, narrowing her eyes at him, “Even till the end of that night, you too almost died saving her. What the hell is she good for when all she does is run?”

Piers stepped close with his voice dropping an octave, unfolding his arms, “Watch it, you don’t get to talk like that about her–”

“Then who can?!” Cindy shot back, “It’s like she’d got the entirety of the BSAA in a trance or something because any normal person would see who she really is!”

She groaned, rubbing her face, mumbling, “I expected way more from the legendary Chris Redfield and Piers Nivans,” She snapped her eyes to him, moving close, “You and I know how much of a waste she is. We both rank high in our teams, so what is it about her? Pity?”

Piers stared at her darkly, approaching her, “So that’s what it is? Jealousy?”

“What?” She reeled back, defending herself, “I’m not jealous of her. Why would I be–”

“That’s bullshit.” He scoffed, “I’ve seen how you act whenever I’m around, I’m not stupid. My whole shtick is subtlety.”

“What’s more stupid is the fact you think I’d ever be with you with how you are with your teammates.” He basically scolded, “We at the BSAA treat everyone like one big family, not our personal punching bags.”

Her face had gone redder at the fact he knew about her feelings towards him. Utterly aghast, Cindy was speechless and flustered, still processing his words. He rejected her before she could even think about confessing.

Piers straightened up, exhaling through his nose with a slitted look, “So I’d suggest you apologize to her.”

“Funny, because my friend said I should thank her for…” Cindy spoke quietly, trailing her stinging eyes down, “For not telling Chris about what I did.”

Piers huffed, rudely retorting, “Glad to see someone in your team has some common sense.”

“And If I don’t?”

He tilted his head to the side, brows knitting in the middle, “Excuse me?”

“What are you going to do? Snitch on me?” Cindy stood her ground, glaring back at him through a sheer wall of tears, “That… Han bitch deserved it and you know damn well it’s so unfair that she gets to be a part of your team. She had that freaky viral outbreak from her own facility that made everything so much easier for her! Killing millions just to be accepted into the BSAA's top team?!”

Heaving in air shakily, she ended with resentment heavy in her tone, “If I could go back in time to that moment, I’d do it all over again.”

Any hint of peace in his honey eyes disappeared, sharpening down to a piercing glare at that last bit. He snapped at this, towering over her with an intimidating concealed anger in his eyes. She didn’t step back but her whole body froze at the close proximity.

“You better watch your mouth,” He snapped lowly, “So Ah is the kindest person you can ever meet and you could always count on her when in a rut. Despite you having a stick up your ass all the damn time, she still thinks you don’t deserve any punishment.”

Piers then sneered, “What does that sound to you?”

Cindy stared up at him, lips parting; no way was he…

“Sounds to me like you love her…” She replied, picking up on the way he froze at her words, “Which makes you biased.”

Piers shook his head incredulously, moving away from her, “Believe whatever you want, Lloyd. Worry about getting your shit together because you won’t be so lucky next time.”

Something was swirling in his eyes endlessly. Was he in denial?

“What is that supposed to mean?!” She asked aloud as he was leaving her.

Piers stopped to partially look at her over his shoulder, glaring at her as his voice was dangerously calm, “It means if you lay a finger on her again, you can kiss your position goodbye.”

✠✠

Intersect at O, Washington DC.

A foot reached out from beneath the water and shut the tap water to stop the tub from overflowing. So Ah tilted her head back onto the folded towel with a heavy sigh, closing her eyes in the process.

A nice hot bath after a harsh training day at work was always heavenly. It eased all of her nerves, making her feel like jello. The scent of vanilla and Shea butter filled the bathroom, causing her to relax even more with a hum.

Letting her mind wander, So Ah couldn't help but think about her sparring session with Cindy. The hatred in her eyes reminded her so much of the ones at the pharmacy where a grieving man had a gun on her. Except for the ones of the man was agony – Cindy had pure resentment.

She didn't know why the first thing she did was lie. Even Cecile told her that she should've told Chris or any captain but So Ah couldn't. The girl was younger than her and around Piers' age. It didn't help that Cindy also seemed to like Piers a bit too much to be considered 'just co-workers'.

Cindy most likely thought her joining the BSAA on the whim was unfair – which So Ah would agree with. She doesn't get hefty missions as she has press conferences to attend. All she'd do was train and get her usual check-ups on the virus in her – and the tracker embedded into her spine.

Yet, despite all of that, So Ah was a soldier at the BSAA for one thing and one thing only.

To clear her family's name.

Fluttering her eyes slightly open, So Ah stared silently at the ceiling.

Piers didn't show up when she waited outside for him. Seojun had arrived and she couldn't stay longer. She ended up texting him that she had to go home and all she got in return was; okay, stay safe.

Which was weird.

She called him when she got home like she usually did and he didn't pick up.

Which was weirder.

Ever since Cindy broke her wrist, Piers was intimidatingly silent. He'd press on, insisting that she tells Chris or even Magath when he returns from his mission. She fully believed Cindy was just not mature enough to really understand her case.

And she fully deserved that injury.

She had it easy her whole life, she didn't want anyone to be easy on her or treat her like a secret bodyguard for the Hans would jump them if they even looked at her wrong.

Piers was understandably upset when she refused to report her. That was when he left the cafeteria. He couldn't stand watching her getting pushed around anymore; much even watching her taking everything.

So Ah sighed, blowing bubbles underwater with a pout. Maybe she could call him again and–

Ringing coming from her phone interrupted her train of thought and she never scrambled so quickly to dry her hands and reach for her phone. Her heart skipped a beat at the contact and answered the phone.

“Piers! Hi!” She winced at the excitement in her tone, hearing him chuckle lightly.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, just taking a bath. I might paint later. What about…” So Ah shifted to lay comfortably, eyes on the ceiling, “What about you?”

“Just out,” He said and she could make out the distant busy road on the other end, “Sorry I couldn’t see you after work today.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” She reassured him, recalling what Finn told her, “You were busy.”

It was quiet for a second before he spoke, his tone changing to that that brought her butterflies, “What are you doing tonight?”

She tilted her head to the side, “Uh… Nothing actually, why?”

“Okay, now you’ve got plans.” Piers asserted, “I’m coming over.”

“Oh!” So Ah straightened up in surprise, the water splashing over the tub at her movement, “Okay! What do you wanna do?”

“Doesn’t matter, we could sit and watch paint dry for all I care,” Piers shrugged with a snicker, “I just wanna see you.”

Holy GOD.

“O–okay…” So Ah whispered, clearly growing flustered at how blunt he was.

She could hear the smirk on his lips when he spoke, “I need around thirty minutes, is that good?”

“Mhm, it’s good.”

“Okay, see you later.”

“Bye…” So Ah lowered the phone, cheeks still blazing red and she muffled her giddy squeals into the rolled-up towel. She should get up and fix herself up before he'd arrive. Remembering what Cecile told her, So Ah bit the inside of her cheek.

Tonight might be the night if she plays her cards right – and doesn't purposefully try to lose instead to save herself the anxiety of him seeing her completely naked for the first time.

She shook her head as she unplugged the bathtub and slowly stood up to finish showering.

Ah, please let tonight go well.

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God’s Eye - Part 3 & 4

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:

I’ll just post the next two parts

Masterpost is here

Part 3 - A contract

Ahn opened her eyes.

Her body felt sore and her throat burned. Almost as if she had swallowed glass. Did she scream in her sleep too? She sat up, at least her glasses had stayed on. Though she didn't remember coming back home. Her apartment was dark. It was rainy today and it will be rainy for the next two days. The clouds had covered the morning sun, rain pattered against the glass of her window.

That means it'll be humid. She groaned and fell back. Something poked her arm in the process. Ahn grabbed it and put it towards her face. "Huh... a stick. Wonder how that got there." She threw it aside and decided to go back to sleep.

"Ya! Wake up already, don't humans only need eight hours of sleep? It's been thirteen."

Thirteen? Wow, she had been tired. Ahn waved him off and twisted so her foot was outstretched. Of course surgery can do that to a person. She'll just have to make up for it later by going on a run. Wait-

Ahn gasped and stood up. She started hyperventilating. Yesterday? It had all been real? Sure enough her sheets were full of blood and dirt, small twigs and leaves had snuck their way in as well. Her knees were completely damaged. The top layer of the skin peeled off. It made her queasy. She fell over and the demon stepped out of the way so she wouldn't fall on him. "You're real."

"Very." Chanyeol looked impatient. He was frowning and looked a lot less excited than he had last night. He sighed and grabbed her arm, pulling her up. He led her to the window and pointed.

Outside below her window were seven figures. Humans, normal looking humans except they only stared at her. No emotions planted on their face, no movement that indicated that they were alive. Nothing. As if they were mannequins made of human flesh. She felt like throwing up. Ahn ran to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it in the process. Turning on the sink, she splashed water on her face.

This was real.

She hadn't been dreaming.

"Doors don't work on me." Chanyeol grinned, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "But they do work on the lowly demons outside your apartment."

"Get out!" She shrieked. "You pervert! I'm going to shower! Get out!" Ahn knew she should've worried about the demons outside her house waiting for her, or her destroyed knees. Yet right now, she couldn't hide the blush that crept up her neck. Her face felt warm. She had never had a guy at her place before, much less someone as... attractive as him. She threw a towel at him and it landed on his smiling face.

He deserved more. Ahn threw her toothbrush next, her toothpaste, face wash, anything she could find close by. Chanyeol ripped the towel off his face and stood up. "Pervert?! Me? Ya! Do you know who you're talking to?"

"A pervert!" She yelled. Ahn became brave. Forcing her legs to walk, she gripped his arms and led him out of the bathroom. "You're not supposed to intrude on women while they're in the bathroom you idiot!" She shoved him out and closed the door. He didn't look angry anymore but confused. His brows had knitted together as he contemplated what she told him.

Ahn leaned against the door, gasping for air. How stupid was she!? She just called a demon a pervert and kicked him out by force. She groaned and fell to the ground. This was too much to handle. Her brain couldn't process all of this. The demons, her eyes, everything that had happened last night. Right her eyes. Ahn went towards the mirror, taking off her glasses.

They definitely had changed. No more pretty brown eyes. They were exactly like Chanyeol's. They were his eyes... Ahn wanted to cry, but she didn't let it get to her. Instead she showered. Letting the water wash away all the blood, dirt and trauma from last night. When she got out, she would accept it and continue on. Learn about it more. Ask that pervert demon for more information.

He was sticking around her for a reason.

Ahn finished, taking care of her knees first, she wrapped a bandage around both of them and then wrapped a towel around her. When she went to the door she stopped. Was he still here? Cracking the door open a little, the smell of sausages and rice filled her nose. It smelled heavenly. Her mouth watered, she was hungry. Ahn poked her head out to see Chanyeol had changed from his weird turtleneck and leather to a normal human looking hoodie. It made her blush even more. Is this what having a boyfriend felt like?

No stop! Stop it! She slapped herself and the demon turned at the sound. "Finally." He rolled his eyes, stirring the fried rice. The rain outside picked up and she felt embarrassed. "I need to get dressed."

"What?" He spoke impatiently.

"I'm naked! I need to get clothes!" Ahn snapped at him again.

Chanyeol looked bewildered. He shook his head and walked over to her dresser. "I'll get it. What do you want?"

"No- no it's fine, I can get it." Ahn muttered not wanting him to see her messy underwear drawer. Chanyeol shrugged and went back to the kitchen. Ahn stepped out. "I need you to leave so I can get dressed."

"Ya! I'm not looking!" He spoke frustrated. "I forgot, before... I forgot how these things work. I wasn't trying to be a pervert."

He sounded embarrassed. Ahn laughed at that, not really sure how demons could get embarrassed and went to get her clothes quickly. "I'll get dressed in the bathroom."

She found a long black dress that was good to stay at home with and decided to go with it. Ahn ran back to the bathroom and quickly got dressed. He's weird. Was he actually a demon? Why was she so calm about having this strange man in the house? She shouldn't be. That was dangerous, she should question him more.

That's what she had decided on in the first place.

Ahn left the bathroom and sat down at her mini dining room that was really a small round table that only fit two chairs. Chanyeol carefully laid out the food in front of her and even went as far as giving her a glass of juice. Ahn raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"What?" He said, sounding like he was close to losing his temper.

"Why are you cooking for me?" She asked.

Chanyeol took a seat in front of her. His elbows rested on the table while he crossed his fingers, laying his chin on top of them. "You need to heal quickly. You strained yourself last night."

He was being nice. Why...?

"Can I trust you?" Ahn asked suddenly. "I mean, you're a strange man in my apartment. Am I safe?"

"No." He admitted. Chanyeol leaned back on his chair. "You are with me, but you're not safe. Also I'm not some strange man." He pointed at her glasses. "I'm the one who gave you your sight back."

"Oh." She touched the lenses softly. "Should I say thank you?"

"No. Now eat. You need your energy."

Ahn looked down at the stir fried rice. It looked so good...but she couldn't trust it yet. He could have poisoned it. She pushed it away and he stared in shock and anger. "Tell me everything first."

Chanyeol looked annoyed at that but nodded. "Fine. I'm a demon, those eyes used to be mine, they were transferred to you. Because of that all these lowly pathetic demons are trying to get their hands on you because eating you would make them more powerful."

Ahn choked on her juice. Chanyeol made a disgusted face and scooted his chair away.

"Eat me?!"

"Aish-" He went to the kitchen grabbing a napkin and came back. To her surprise, Chanyeol went behind her and started wiping her mouth like she was some sort of child. "They eat you, they get a piece of me. I'm a very powerful demon." He finished wiping her mouth and had the nerve to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Ahn jumped up in panic.

"So-" It was suddenly hot. Too hot. Her face felt red again. "W-what about the people in the black robes?"

Chanyeol looked at her and down at his own hands. "The light of God. TLOG for short. A stupid cult that's been on my ass for decades now." He shook his head. "Last night was the closest they've been to actually killing me. I blame you for that."

Ahn gripped the edge of the wall. "Demons, cults, god... I don't get any of this."

"I know, because you're stupid."

She frowned at him. "How can I trust you? You said I'm safe with you but I haven't heard a good reason why?"

Chanyeol walked towards her, so close that her back pressed against the wall and their chests almost touched. He was so tall. He smelled good... like expensive cologne. Can demons actually smell like that? He tapped on her glasses. "Because I don't want my eyes eaten and I don't want myself exorcised. Is that reason enough?"

It was. She gulped and nodded. He was so close. So....handsome, he was very handsome. "S-So how do I stop this? What can I do? I can't keep fearing for my life."

"Indeed you can't." Chanyeol leaned even closer, his hand pressing against the wall beside her. "There is one way to speed up the process. A way to make it harder for the other demons to get to you."

"What is it?"

"A contract. Between human and demon. It's something that's been done for centuries now but it's looked down on, well you can imagine why. This way you'll belong to me and I'll belong to you. It'll add a new barrier of protection." Chanyeol stared into her glasses but it felt like it was burning through the flimsy plastic and through to her actual eyes.

"And how do we do it?" Ahn didn't like the sound of this. Being tied down to a demon sounded like something straight out of a horror movie. She would definitely need to be exorcised after that. Maybe even possessed. Was he able to possess her? Chanyeol brought his mouth to her ear, her breathing picked up.

His lips lightly touched the lobe and it took everything in her not to make a sound. Ahn had never experienced this type of feeling before, her stomach flipped and heated all at once. He was so close. Too close. Were all demons like this? "How?" She asked again, trying to keep the conversation going. His breath tickled against her skin. It sent a shockwave through every nerve she had. Her body became painfully aware of his build and length.

He was so nicely built.

"We have sex."

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Chanyeol held the ice pack to his cheek. It burned like hell. Of course it did. That girl carried demon power in her. It had been able to go through the veil that separated the mortal world and the spirit world. All of that energy so she can land a slap on him.

"Aish!" He kicked the stool in front of him and it fell over, earning another scolding from Kiol. He didn't listen. What did he do wrong? He heard her heart rate pick up? She blushed? He cooked for her? What else could he have done? He was handsome too? Didn't that count for something?

"Maybe you're not her type." Kai grinned cheekily. Knowing it would set him off. Chanyeol threw the ice across the room, hitting a demon in the process.

"I don't get it. I failed?" Chanyeol had never failed before. Not with women at least. Though he hadn't tried the contract too many times. Only twice. One for a similar situation and the other... he didn't want to think about it. "I never fail."

Kai smiled, enjoying this a little too much. "Fine, I'll help you out, you're probably just rusty. It's been a while since you've even seen a woman. Demon and human alike."

"Shut up."

Kai picked up the stool and sat down in front of Chanyeol. "Tell me what you did."

Chanyeol told him everything. Even the embarrassing part like being called a pervert in the bathroom. Kiol listened in as well. When they finished he wanted to kick the stool again. This time just so he can send Kai rolling away. They both started laughing. They laughed for quite a long time until they were nearly out of breath. He didn't even know it was possible for demons. Kiol continued laughing, shaking his head and leaving to serve a group of demons their drinks.

Kai tried calming himself down but couldn't. "I'm sorry it's just that, I never thought I'd see one of the most powerful demons in this situation."

"Shut up." Chanyeol repeated himself.

"Wow, humans are a lot braver these days aren't they?" He chuckled and twisted to lay his arms on the bar. "Your first mistake was calling her stupid. Everyone hates being called stupid. Your second mistake was being nice and rude at the same time you probably confused her. Push and pull is good but not like that."

"I was nice."

"Not nice enough. She wants to trust you, so you need to be able to gain it. Become friends with her."

Chanyeol gritted his teeth. This was too much work but it would be a lot shorter than waiting for her to age and die off. That would be annoying. He didn't think he could spend that many years around her. So his only choice was to have her give him his eyes willingly. He had lied to her. The contract wasn't an equal trade. Demons would never be that stupid. Once it was made he was able to own her. It was the oldest trick in the book and something that traced centuries back. He would be able to get her to do anything he wanted. He planned to get the contract over with and demand she clawed her eyes out for him once they fully healed. He wanted to kick something again. "What do I do then?"

"Your third mistake is thinking she'd just want to sleep with you. Seriously you've gotten stupid haven't hyung?" Kai laughed again. "Listen, you have to romanticize her. Take her on dates."

"No."

"Make her feel like she's wanted but also respected."

"She's not wanted nor respected."

Kai raised his hands in defeat. "Then have fun spending the rest of her life protecting and being around her. You did well cooking for her, and explaining everything to her but try to be nicer."

Chanyeol didn't say another word. He was beyond annoyed. He stood up and left the bar. The gates to it glowed as he exited, finding himself back in the mortal world. In a liquor store that had been abandoned in the eighties. Chanyeol kicked a bottle and ran a hand through his hair. "Be nicer huh?" He had always been competitive. Maybe if he saw this as a competition or a game it would work in his favor. Fine.

He can be nice.

The nicest demon anyone had ever encountered.

Part 4 - It’s hard to Process:

Ahn hadn't been working. She should have but Chanyeol's voice kept ringing in her ear.

Sex.

We have sex.

Sex....

Intercourse??!

She groaned, leaning back on her office chair. The cubicles around her were mostly empty due to many people quitting recently. So now it was just her, Aera and Baekhyun on this floor. Aera had called off today, which wasn't surprising. She hated the rain. Baekhyun was in the cubicle in front of her. He wasn't working either. From what she could see he had been twirling his pencil while staring at the ceiling for the last thirty minutes.

Sex... Ahn wanted to scream. Why did she slap him?! Why did he disappear the second she had?! Chanyeol hadn't even looked angry; he had been as shocked as she had been. It served him right but...why did she do it?

"You're groaning a lot over there." Baekhyun leaned out of his walls to look at her. "Diarrhea?" He joked.

"Stop-" Ahn looked at her friend. He was human but he was as equally as pretty as Chanyeol. It helped her calm down. Sure, the demon was good looking but it didn't mean he had a right to ask that of her. To be so forward with her. Baekhyun tilted his head curiously, white hair falling over one eye.

He was beautiful. He had dyed it that color because requiem decided to make him the center for his good looks. It fit well. When he danced he looked like a celebrity and even when he didn't, he did. Ahn looked at him and asked her question before even thinking. "What do you think of sex?"

"Sex?" Baekhyun looked surprised. He then smiled and gave her a thumbs up "It's great!"

She threw a pen at him in response. Baekhyun dodged and laughed. "I'm being serious! It's great! Why ask though?"

"This guy asked me..." She stopped. Ahn couldn't tell him about Chanyeol being a demon or how she was in danger. She couldn't tell him anything so she made up a lie. "Hmm, this guy I went out with asked me to sleep with him on the first date."

A very very big lie.

Baekhyun stood up and walked over to her. "Ya! Who was it? I'll beat him up. Do you want me to talk to him? That's not how you treat a lady barely out of surgery."

She laughed and shook her head knowing very well that even though he sounded like he was joking, he meant it. It's how he was. He stopped and contemplated. "Unless you were okay with it, then no judgement here-" He winked.

"I'm not sure how I felt." She admitted.

"Then I would go on a couple more dates to see how you feel." Baekhyun placed his hands on his hips. "If you feel weirded out by him then-" He popped his lips and pretended to hit an invisible ball with an invisible baseball bat. "Out he goes."

She nodded, not really knowing what to do with that advice. It's not like she had been on a date or anything. How could she even face Chanyeol after slapping him like that? And why was she embarrassed of him as if he was actually a human and not some weird creepy demon? Ahn groaned and Baekhyun mimicked her, going back to his desk. The elevator door dinged and Sunja ran in. "There's a really hot guy downstairs asking for you!" She ran up to Ahn, grabbing her shoulders.

The smaller female shook her violently in a way she could feel was playful jealous. Sunja was a lot like her. Same age, in the same dance group and has never had a boyfriend. Both were good at dancing and both got along because of the mutual understanding that love was hard. Unlike her though, Sunja had 20/20 vision and was a lot smaller than Ahn. Also unlike her, her bangs were thick in the front while Ahn decided she wanted curtain bangs.

"You should have told me you got a boyfriend, the betrayal hurts!" She pinched Ahns cheeks and Baekhyun watched amused. Just like Ahn... Sunja was equally dramatic. Ahn whined trying to get Sunjas fingers off of her cheeks. They both started struggling while Ahn complained that she was going to pop them.

The elevator rang again and Baekhyun whistled. Ahn ignored him, trying to get Sunja off of her. Sunja decided to hug her now. "We were supposed to be in this together! You little snake!"

"You're going to kill me! I can't breathe!" Ahn yelled at her.

"We can't have that happening can we?"

They both stopped and looked at Chanyeol who was staring at them with the same frustrated look he seemed to sport around her. He was back to his leathers. He looked like the demon she met the other night. Except his eyes were a normal brown. Chanyeol suddenly glared at Sunja "Why are you hurting her? She's important to me."

Baekhyun bursted out laughing and it had Chanyeol turning his attention to him. Ahn was too busy dying of embarrassment.

Why would he say it like that?!

Sunja let go of her and went towards Baekhyun who was now standing up. He was significantly shorter than Chanyeol but both Ahn and Sunja were thinking the same thing.

They were alike after all.

Handsome. So handsome. Both of them.

"Are you the one who asked Ahn to have sex with her?" Baekhyun asked, no longer the jokester. His eyes were shooting warning daggers at Chanyeol and Chanyeol was returning them.

Sunja looked at her in surprise.

"I did. Why?" Chanyeol asked.

"Wait," Baekhyun laughed sarcastically. "That's not how you treat my friend. Don't start making her uncomfortable."

Chanyeol snorted and looked at Ahn. "Let's go. We need to talk."

Sunja seemed to be angry at him now too. She walked up to Chanyeol. "You pervert! Is that all you want from her? Tell us the truth!"

"Pervert?! Why does-?!" Chanyeol looked annoyed now. "Humans are so-" He stopped both sentences and smirked. "And what if it is? What if all I want is to touch her and pleasure her?"

Ahn's eyes widened. The heat in her stomach came back. Her eyes roamed over his body. No. Stop letting him win! Ahn took off her glasses and threw them roughly on the ground.

"Ya!" Chanyeol immediately bent to pick them up. He placed them back on her head carefully, earning bewildered glances from both her friends. "I told you to take care of the eyes!"

"See he cares about me, he's just being silly!" She said awkwardly. Ahn grabbed Chanyeol's arm, tugging him away from them and towards the elevator. He was dangerous. Maybe not to her, but probably to her friends. Surprisingly, Chanyeol let her lead him out. They reached the elevator and she waited until the doors closed to yell.

"Why were you trying to get them mad?! Why did you say that stuff? We barely know each other and you're already getting involved in my life like this? How'd you even find out where I worked?"

"How are my eyes?" He ignored her.

"My eyes are fine. They're healing." She muttered annoyed. Her blush hadn't gone down and she still wanted to keep touching him weirdly enough. Chanyeol crossed his arms, lost in his own thoughts.

Her hands formed into fists. "I'm not having sex with you. I've decided. Even- even if it'll help our situation and create less threats for me. I can't. Like I said we barely know each other and I've barely met you. It'd be weird." Plus she was a virgin. She didn't want to tell him that part though.

"Fine." Chanyeol shrugged. The doors opened and he walked out. Ahn followed behind. They left the office building and went out into the rainy streets of Seoul.

"Fine?" She asked. "So that's it? For a demon you're pretty lenient."

"I won't force you to. If you don't want to then fine." Chanyeol pointed across the street to two figures similar to the ones that had been outside her apartment. They smiled and stared at her like she was going to be their last meal on earth. Ahn edged closer to Chanyeol and he stepped away from her. He then frowned and went back to stand beside her. "Ah...Don't worry I'll keep you safe. They're not strong enough to take me on so they won't attack today. Though it's going to be annoying having to protect you twenty four seven."

"Thank you." She grabbed his sleeve and they walked across the street. Her heart pounded. Those faces were inhuman. Waxy and glazed over. Evil puppets. It was terrifying. Chanyeol put himself in front of her and they faded away. Like mist or fog the demons left.

"Don't be. I shouldn't have thrown that option out like it was nothing." Chanyeol grinned. "I mean for me it's nothing, but I know humans are sentimental creatures. Know each other or not, Demons run on different time. Five years can seem like an eternity for us."

"I think depending on the situation, it can seem like an eternity for humans too."

"What do you mean?"

"Like if you're trying to figure out life for example. Five years sounds like a long time, an eternity to get it done but before you know it, it's reached you. Time is scary like that for everyone. Even demons I'd guess."

"Interesting." Was all he said.

In five years would she be married? Would she have finally found a husband? A boyfriend even? Would she still be a virgin? Ahn looked at Chanyeol. He was technically her type. He was anyone's type. Tall, handsome, good voice.

"Maybe if we-"

He stopped to listen to her and she closed her mouth. What was she saying?! What was she about to suggest?! If they went on a couple dates and started dating? Of course he wouldn't want that. Ahn shook her head. "-Nevermind."

She wanted to run now. Not run away, but just run to get all these pent up feelings out. Looking down at her shoes, she shrugged and took off. They weren't the best for running but not the worst. At least she hadn't worn heels today. Behind her she could hear Chanyeol yelling at her. Ahn ignored him and kept running. It felt good to run. Small droplets of water hit her face and she took them all in.

Her knees ached but it was fine. Chanyeol was running behind her. That's fine too. Ahn ran into the park and started her first lap around the track. It's something she always did after work. If not, she would go and practice dancing with Baekhyun, Sunja and the rest of requiem. She focused on the path in front of her, the dark grey cement that had been colored by the rain. Her shoes that came and went one at a time depending on foot.

She continued running until Chanyeol appeared in front of her, she crashed into him but he held her upright. "What did I say about being careful?!"

Her vision was blurring again. Ahn shoved him away. "I'm fine, I just have to keep moving." She started running again but was stopped by Chanyeol as he grabbed her wrist.

"This healing process is going to be impossible with you isn't it?"

"Why do you care so much?!" She tried pulling her hand away but he was stronger. The rain picked up, plastering her hair down. "You said you don't want your eyes eaten but you're dead right? Or at least a form of it? Why do you care about them? Why can't I just have them? Why don't all these demons leave me alone!?"

There it was. What she had been avoiding. Ahn wasn't one to complain often but right now she was angry, frustrated and scared. She hadn't had enough time to process all of this. She had tried accepting it and shutting everything else down. There probably would never be enough time to process.

There weren't enough years in her life for her to come to terms with what was happening. She didn’t think she could ever get used to it. Chanyeol only stared at her as she yelled at him. The water didn't reach him. He wasn't getting wet. As if an invisible protective layer had been built around him. She looked down at their hands, even her hand was wet, except for the rest he held.

Nothing made sense.

"Why?" Ahn asked him. "Why Are your eyes so important to you? I get it for the lower demons but why you? I need to know more!"

Chanyeol didn't answer. Instead his gaze shifted to her hair. "You're going to get sick, let's get you home."

"Also that. Are you a nice person or an asshole? I don't get it either. You're so weird." She pulled her arm and this time he let go. Ahn walked out of the park and towards her apartment. He hadn't answered her and judging by his facial expression he wasn't going to.

She deserved an explanation didn't she? Ahn knew she did. Why couldn't her surgery come with normal side effects? No, she had to get a demon and a cult. Ahn had never been religious, this was all new to her.

She didn't check if Chanyeol was behind her.

Making it back to her apartment, thanks to the water, her shoes made a stupid noise with every step made. She took the stairs, grateful Chanyeol didn't annoy her with a 'take the elevator' comment. When she reached the front door, the sweet smell of soup and bread filled her nose.

Ahn rushed in to find her mother by the stove warming up a pot she had brought. Ahn looked back to see that Chanyeol wasn't there. How long had he been gone?

Oh well. He was probably mad at her.

"I'll be out of your hair. I know you hate me visiting unannounced." Her mom muttered. She wiped her hands on a dish rag and hugged her.

Ahn accepted it, not really knowing what to say except a small thank you. Her mom patted her head and walked towards her bed. "I also brought your things back from the hospital. Your personality always amazes me. You were able to make a friend in such a short amount of time. Wish you were that nice to me and your father though."

"What?"

"Your friend, what was it? Abel? Gabe?" She shuffled through the tote bag filled with her belongings and took out a small piece of folded paper.

"Gabriel?" Ahn asked, taking the note.

"That's right! Gabriel, he was such a sweet boy. Very sick though. It's sad seeing someone so young look like that. Do you think he has a chance of getting better?"

Her mom kept rambling on. Ahn ignored her, shakily opening the note. The one time Chanyeol decides to leave her alone is the one time he should be here. She didn't want any of this. In very bad handwriting read a simple message in black ink. So simple her mother wouldn't be able to go detect anything off with it, but enough that she would understand.

To my junk food buddie:

I hope we can talk again soon!

- Gabriel

How soon was he thinking? Did the cult know where she lived? Ahn looked at her mom "Did you tell him where I live?"

"No! Should I have?"

She shook her head. "N-No, no. Don't tell anyone."

"I'm not just handing out your address to everyone I meet you know?" Her mom sighed, going to the stove again. She started telling her about the different ingredients she had put in the soup.

"That sounds delicious!" Ahn faked a happy tone and walked over to the window. There were two figures today. A man and woman, smiling up at her. Both looked like they were in their late forties. She wanted her mom to leave but would it be dangerous? Ahn pressed her hand against the window, both bodies shifted closer. It reminded her of zoo animals.

Specifically one time when she witnessed the handlers waving the food in front of the glass display for the monkeys to see. Some had stared, happily waiting. While most... most had gone wild. When would these demons get desperate enough to do the same thing? Her breath shook.

Those smiles were nothing human.

Chanyeol came up behind them. The vanished quickly and he looked up at her. Ahn sighed in shamed relief. All those things said to him only for her to be happy when he was here to protect her. She should keep him around.

At least for now.

__________

Chanyeol frowned, he followed Ahn's birth mom until she got home safely. He didn't know why he was doing it but it would definitely earn him points in her favor.

He quickly landed on the rooftop of the last building which was a small convenience store. There, in front of it he could see Ahn's childhood home he presumed. Her mother opened the door and walked in. He didn't leave until he heard the door click.

And then he was off again.

Chanyeol sped back towards the girl's apartment. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop sometimes getting the energy to transport himself a couple feet. He was nicer today... so he thought. He probably shouldn't have pushed her friends but they had irritated him.

What was it with humans calling him a pervert lately?!

If only they knew he could crush them. Even possess them if he went far enough. Ahn had also pushed him too far today. All those questions. He hadn't been prepared. His energy crackled and burned at his fingertips. He had to leave her for a moment before he set something on fire.

Why were his eyes so important to him? Well that was a secret of his own. Something she didn't deserve to know. Not even Kiol and Kai knew. Chanyeol went through the window without letting the glass open. Ahn was in the shower... like always. He sighed and sat down on her bed. Something slipped and fell on the ground. It clattered loudly. He cursed and bent down to pick it up.

It was....

He didn't know. Chanyeol stared at it confused. It was square-ish and made of mostly glass from what he could tell. It was warm too. There was a rubber case around it. The thing lit up and he stared at it. It was almost like a mini television.

"Interesting." He muttered. Instead of a show there were a bunch of words on the screen. Chanyeol gripped it sideways and it turned the words to the right position. Even more interesting. He quietly started reading.

_________

Ahn was prepared today.

She had brought her clothes in the bathroom just in case Chanyeol had come back. She covered herself more than usual too. Usually wearing shorts and a crop top to sleep, Ahn had picked out loose sweatpants and a sweater to wear instead. For modesty.

Walking out of the bathroom she found Chanyeol on the ground, back against her bed with one foot stretched out and the other bent with the knee facing the ceiling. Did he know how much of a model he looked like doing that? He probably didn't care. He was too busy staring at her phone.

Her...Phone.

"No!" Ahn shouted, rushing to him and snatching the phone out of his hands.

"Ya!" Chanyeol stood up trying to grab it back from her. She didn't let him, Ahn stretched her arm back as far as it went so he wouldn't reach. He stretched too almost tripping over.

"I'm trying to finish the story!"

"You were reading it!?" Ahn's voice came out in almost a squeak. She held out a hand stopping him. "How much did you read?"

"The part where he put his mouth between her thighs and-"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Ahn was embarrassed all over again. She might actually die from it this time. She locked her phone and tucked it in her pocket.

Chanyeol grinned and stood straight. "It's funny, Your heart is beating wildly. I'm guessing you've read this too? Literature has gotten very erotic. Though, I can do better than the guy in the story."

Better!? This was supposed to be Sunja's nastiest fic yet. Ahn was mortified. She had opened her phone to find a million texts from her friends but the link to Sunja's new story had her running to shower so she could cuddle up in bed and read it. She must have left her phone unlocked in the process. Ahn slid to the floor, crossing her legs and burying her hands in her face. "I can't believe you read that."

"Is this your favorite author?"

She laid completely now, tucking her body in and pressing her knees to her chest. "Sunja wrote it." Her words came out muffled by her hands.

"Who?"

"The girl you met today. With the black hair and bangs."

"The one torturing you?"

Ahn nodded. She heard Chanyeol sit down beside her. Ahn twisted to look at him, he was smiling at her. Actually smiling. He seemed to be over whatever mood he had been in at the park today. Ahn sat up and glared at him. "What?"

"Nothing. You'll just slap me again."

She frowned yet felt better that he was here now. At least she won't have to worry about someone attacking her right now. Which reminded her... Ahn pointed behind him to Gabriel's letter. Chanyeol turned around and grabbed it, he unfolded it and read it slowly.

His face changed. His eyes darkened and the paper in his hands disintegrated as if he had burned them without flames. "The cult." He muttered. "Do they know where you live?"

She shook her head. "Not yet, it sounds like they're trying to find out."

"They'll have more people next time."

It was still raining outside. A strike of lightning painted the sky, the room filled with a white light and in that moment she could see figures. It only lasted a second, as much as it took for the room to light up and darken again. But at that moment, Ahn saw multiple figures. A crowd of shadows in the shape of humans surrounding them. Ahn stood up, suddenly scared for her life. Chanyeol looked up at her and then looked around.

"Don't worry, they're not demons. Just spirits."

"Ghosts?" That didn't make it any better.

"The spirit world and the human world are in the same plane of existence. A thin veil separates it but technically, they walk amongst the living. They won't hurt us, some don't even know they're dead." Chanyeol looked towards her bathroom, his voice came out low and serious . "Many can't even see you. You can only see them because you have my eyes."

Ahn followed his gaze but saw nothing now. A shiver crawled up her back and she walked towards her bed. Getting under the sheets, Ahn covered herself until she felt safe. Something she hadn't done since she was a child.

It was useless to freak out again. "Chanyeol-" she whispered.

"Hm?"

"Can you stay the night?"

"You want to do the contract?" He joked.

She didn't feel like joking. Ahn closed her eyes and pretended like she hadn't seen those figures. Pretended like she hadn't heard Chanyeol. "Just no funny business. Just stay by my side."

"Don't worry, I'm nice. Get your rest. Demons don't sleep."

Ahn didn't know why he had to sneak in the nice part in but took that as a good sign, though something in his voice sounded off when he said the last part. It almost sounded like he was angry at the fact.

Either way she fell asleep.

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Death is All Around | Part VI

The air around me was thick and crimson in color, with ribbons of sunlight bleeding through. All I could feel was a lukewarm, wet pressure on my skin, slowly encasing me. The sensation crawled its way up my legs, dragging me further and further below the surface until my torso was submerged. My lungs were starved of air, constricting painfully with each breath I choked on. Air escaped me with each failed gasp, bubbles floating and making their way to the top. I kicked my legs as hard as I could, my arms flailing above me, trying to pull myself back to the surface.

I was drowning.

I can hear my name being called, garbled by the blood I was sinking in. I tried my damnedest to fight the weight around me, wanting to greet whoever it was yelling for me. Without the proper oxygen flowing through me, my body was too weak to fight against the thickening fluid around me. Just as I feel myself start to lose consciousness, I hear my name yelled again, a pair of hands reaching towards me.

“Sidney! Oh God, Sidney wake up!”

My eyes fly open, and I'm met with Tatum's panic-stricken face. Panting, I look around as I push myself up in a sitting position, resting on the palm of my hands. I wasn't drowning in blood—the warmth I had been feeling was my own vomit that I had collapsed in. Disgusted with myself, I groaned and ran my hands down my jeans to clean them off. I tried to stand but was stopped by Tatum holding me still by my shoulders. "Tate," I croaked, "how did you get in here?" "I have a key, remember?"

Right.

"Are you okay?" Tatum asks, concern in her eyes. I nodded. "What happened?" I could only remember bits and pieces of what had me in this condition. I remember Billy ending our conversation abruptly, then the phone ringing again, but it wasn't him. I didn't recognize the voice. I can't even recall what was said, but his maniacal laugh was very prominent in my mind. "I don't know," I half lied, not wanting to worry her even further. "I just got dizzy and fell. The next thing I can remember is you waking me up." "Oh, Sid, I'm so sor-" "What's going on?!" Dewey stormed in, gun drawn and pointing it in every direction frantically. I sighed and rolled my eyes, glaring at Tatum. "Really?" "I called Dewey when I saw you passed out on the floor," she mumbled, clearly embarrassed. "I have an ambulance on stand-by for ya, Sid," Dewey says as he kneels next to me. I sigh harshly. "Thanks, but it's really not necessary." "Are you sure-" "Look," I snapped, still disoriented and now irritated. "I got lightheaded and fell. No bumps or bruises, see?" I lift my arms, pulling the sleeves up to expose my unharmed skin. Tatum rubs my upper arm soothingly, pursing her lips. "Okay. Let's get you cleaned up."

After much persuasion, Tatum and Dewey finally convinced me to stay at their place for the night. They were unaware of the events that caused me to puke all over myself and worried for me, rightfully so. However, I didn't think it was exactly necessary to be under their surveillance the whole night.

Tatum and I were currently curled under a blanket in her living room, some RomCom playing on the screen in front of us. Being stuck in my head, I wasn't paying any mind to the movie—I was scarfing down the snacks that sat in my lap instead. It took a while for my brain to register that my stomach was empty, but once it did, I was filled with a ravenous hunger. I felt Tate nudge me, bringing my attention to her and flashing her a look of confusion.

"You okay over there? You're like...stuffing your face right now," she inquires, tilting her head slightly as her eyes scanned me. I nodded. "Just hungry. I hadn't eaten all day." She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. "You're also very quiet." "Tatum, please," I sigh, "it's getting late and I'm exhausted." She abruptly throws the blanket off of her, bringing one leg up on the couch and tucking it under her as she turned towards me. She takes my hands in hers, my body now twisting her way. "Sidney. You're no good at poker, tell me what's going on. Something happened at your place, didn't it?"

I couldn't look her in the eyes, focusing in on our connected hands. She held mine with such care, a firm grasp that told me she was here to listen to anything that came out of my mouth. She was right; I did not master the poker face skill. I wasn't able to hide my emotions very well, so anyone could read me like an open book—especially her.

I brought my gaze back to her, letting out a shaky breath. "I got in somewhat of an argument with Billy, which prompted him to hang up on me. But that's not the worst of it." Recalling the memory made my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, my chest replaced with an acute sadness. She nods her head, urging me to continue. "I got another phone call shortly after, and it wasn't a voice I recognized. It was low, raspy, and his laugh...his laugh was so menacing," I sniffed, tears burning my eyes now. "He taunted me, Tatum." "What did he say?" She asked, concern with a hint of curiosity dripping from her voice. "I think he was watching me, told me to check the front door. But then..." I had to swallow; my throat became scratchy as I held back my cries. "He told me that I already knew who he was, and to ask my mother or Randy who he was when he wouldn't tell me. He even knew the state their bodies were in when they were found," I whispered the last part.

She gasped, pulling me into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled, rubbing my back. Her hug caused me to crack; tears flowed down my cheeks as a sob made its way out of me. She continued to hold me as more cries racked up and were expelled from me. At this point, I was almost inconsolable, my body quaking in her arms. She tried her best, shushing me, rocking us back and forth, petting my hair.

It was when Dewey made his way into the room that I finally gathered my composure. I broke away from Tatum, wiping the tears and snot from my face with my sleeve and turned my attention to him. His face seemed apologetic, most likely assuming that he interrupted us, as he scratched the back of his head. He stood there for an awkward amount of time before he finally broke the silence. "I uh... I couldn't help but overhear from the kitchen. Sorry, I was making a sandwich, I swear it wasn't on purpose-" "Cut to the chase, Dewey," Tatum snaps at him, annoyed. He clears his throat, "Right, um... I'm gonna trace the call for ya, Sid. We need to get to the bottom of this before someone else gets killed."

"Sidney, what the fuck is going on?" Billy shouts as he barges in through the front door, storming his way into the living room in which I sat. My heart pounded at the sudden noise startling me. "What are you talking about?" He shoves his hands in my view, exposing the black fingertips. I shook my head at him, not quite understanding what exactly he was showing me. It seemed that he had his fingerprints taken and that was the remainder of the ink they used. "I got arrested last night," he starts, anger in his voice. "Apparently you got a threatening phone call and pinned it on me!" My breath got caught in my throat—the news about who made the phone call had not made its way back to me. "Billy, I swear I didn't tell them it was you." Tears began to prick my eyes, fear coursing through my veins.

Was Billy really the one who called me that night? I shrunk into the couch, cowering from the man that I called my boyfriend—the man that I loved.

"Bullshit!" He hollers, throwing his arms up in the air. "Why is it that you didn't tell me about the call? Huh?" The tears fall from my eyes as I let out a sob. It came to my realization just now that it was pretty convenient that this monster would call me right after Billy had hung up on me that night. I shook my head, wiping the tears from my cheeks and stood up to face him. "You know, I didn't think it was you until now," I spat at him. "It seems a little suspicious to me that he would call me right after you hung up on me! And you know the state of their bodies when they were found." "'The state of their bodies'—what does that have to do with anything?!" He scoffs, shaking his head at me. I could see the veins in his forehead and neck start to protrude; he was starting to get furious. I took a deep breath to calm myself before placing my hands on his chest hoping that I could prevent the blowout from happening. "Billy, please calm down." "How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when you pinned me as a killer, Sid? You, my own girlfriend?" He backs away from me and spins around as he winds his arm back. I immediately grab his arm and pull it back. "Don't you dare break another lamp in this house or so help me God-" He turns back around, leaning close enough that I could feel his aggravated breath on my face. "Or what, Sidney?"

Just as I was about to retort, the landline rings. I distance myself from Billy and answer the phone in hopes that it would end this fight somehow. I freeze when I hear his voice. "Poor Billy Boyfriend," he teases, laughing menacingly in my ear. "You fingered the wrong guy, Sid." He hisses in my ear before the line went dead. My whole body begins to tremble with fear, causing me to drop the phone. My heart leaps into my throat and I swear my lungs stopped working. Silent tears streamed down my face as I stood there in disbelief, unsure of what to think. "Who was that, Sid?" Billy's tone had changed completely and became weary. I swallowed before I turned to him. "It's not you," I whispered. "I'm so sorry Billy, I didn't mean-" He closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around me. "It's okay," he whispers into my hair. "No, Billy, it's not okay!" I shout at him. "We don't fucking know who this person is, and he's tormenting me!" At this point I was in full on hysterics, sobbing uncontrollably.

I started to get dizzy, my head pounding with each cry that came out of me. I slam my forehead into his chest, letting it all out as he squeezes me tighter. I was living in a nightmare and I didn't know what to do about it.

|Chapter 7|

#billy loomis x sidney prescott #billy loomis #slasher fanfics #slasher fanfiction #fanfic #scream #scream 1996 #sidney prescott #ghostface #fan fiction

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She'd drawn her sword, well she didn't really remember how any times she'd done it. A fluid motion, grasp, tilt, pull then push and SLAM.

The practice sword snapped, cracking as it struck the ground once more.

"... Y'know, when I gave you a section of the dojo to use, I wasn't really expecting you to leave practice swords in my roof."

Her friend quipped, several practice swords stabbed into the roof panel, the hole from the first successful trick still un patched as the various panels around her lay, swords and props broken.

"Yeah, well you weren't expecting me to use party tricks when we fight so..."

She shrugged, kicking a sword into her hand before breaking the wooden panel to her right.

"What exactly do you hope to achieve here? How exactly does any of this help with your fighting?"

His lips pursed, a smirk on the man's tousled head. Teasing. She'd wipe that grin off his face.

This was the location the official suggested, asking around it seemed most people at least knew of this Eleanor. Or Ellie, strange considering she weren't anyone of high anything, a generalist who's business was apparently "life saving" but also "a waste of space." Seems she were controversial.

The two held blades, training ones, she'd worn five with three smaller ones whereas he carried only four. A new fighting style, dual wielding, where blades could be swapped. Rapid switching of lengths leaving the target confounded, a school he took the credit even though he was the first student of the craft. Not the creator.

"Still don't get how you're not encumbered."

"Practice."

Simple. As always, hands held to her back and at her hip. A diagonal slash probably. He held his, holding hilts before she'd rushed forward.

Blades smacking against the ground, angling the wood to sharpen the tip of the edge.

Glancing in mild surprise, holding firm before drawing weapons.

The two swords clashed against one another, wood against wood. While stronger, her footing and leverage for the energy he exerted made up for any strength he'd push.

"Not bad."

Then she'd kicked up, flicking the lower sword under her leg into the air, pushing the opposing sword down. Before cartwheeling one foot into his surprised chin, lowered arms and the sword into her other hand as she landed on her feet.

"Party tricks."

The sword stabbed into the wooden panel, as a pair of hands clapped.

And almost immediately, the glass window shattered beside the alien, wooden blade sliding barely under a truck.

"ELLIE."

"oop, sorry. Reflexes!"

He glared at her, before complaining about having to repair another window.

She simply shrugged at the snap. Promising to pay for the pane.

"... So what style is that?"

"Oh its-"

She glared at him, as she closed her mouth shut.

"Gavin,-"

"WHERE?"

He'd jumped into the dojo, tripping onto his side. "-new sword style."

"... Y'know I think we're missing something."

After helping the alien up, tall lanky, and looked like that that dude from that pansexual dad Tumblr voice actor dad... Cosmic Wonders? Became a mildly successful series or something?? That thing, the thin lanky purple tinted alien with green eyes got to his feet. Albeit sheepish.

She glanced at the woman then the male.

"... Ellie?"

Ellie glanced at her twink friend.

"No. That's Amber."

"... The male?"

"I'm a twink actually."

"... Twink?"

"Do you know what pegging is?"

After traumatizing a delegate for a planet, he'd shaken his head of such thought.

"Righto, so. Who're ya and why are you here?"

"... I-"

She appeared to be in flux, wait.

"... Does your gender like. Switch? Ambo?"

"... Yeah, I was wondering if it was just me."

The alien looked at the two as the back door opened.

"Hey Amber... Who's this?"

"Quincy, out."

"Why he-"

"Quincy, you can ask to get fucked when we're done. For now, go unpack your shit."

"I don't-"

The woman raised her wrist, pushing buttons before beginning to read out.

"Hd porn comics-"

"Alright fine."

"... Uhhh."

"Quincy's an alien fucker."

"... Oh, wait."

I raised my hands.

"You have those too?"

"..."

The two Terrans and Quincy froze, turning to look at the alien.

"excuse me?"

Began Amber.

After a sufficient amount of fucking around, I'd dragged the rest of the broken gear into the end of the truck, closing the end as my passenger looked at the garbage.

"... Why didn't you just-"

"The dump pays for this, I can make twenty bucks by dumping my sorted trash to them."

"... Dump?"

The human waved her hand, before closing into a fist.

"BONK"

She smacked her truck before continuing.

"Short answer, it's a garbage collection. Y'know. Recycling."

"... Recyling?"

"... Get in, I'll explain on the way there."

"and I drove. Nothing too interesting there, but uhh. Well we'd figured out a way to suck out carbon and stuff and there were these legal passes that let countries or people to pay to drive with fuel and stuff. Basically I pay to be able to pay to get my own fuel and stuff."

She'd ignored my question, as she continued.

"m'kay, so generally I assume ya know what waste is right?"

"... Yes."

"m'kay, so- huh red."

The car stopped, seatbelt against his frame as she continued.

"well, some of the waste could be reusable and stuff ya?"

"... Pardon?"

"..."

Her lip raised, she gave it some thought.

"You see that metal box over there?"

She pointed at the workshop.

"yes?"

"wood working right?"

"... Yes?"

"y'know what saw dust is?"

"yes."

"Y'know what we do with unusable wood?"

"... Oh."

She smiled, for a moment. Filling the cabin with bright before she returned to a blank stare.

They drove, turns out he was from a plains planet, with tundra to the edges and a savannah to the centre. Plains, with three or four tectonic plates (something about an oceanic ridge) that makes borders.

"... So, I take it you're a scholarly knight?"

"... I suppose I am. Huh?"

"mmm, and it's not doubt strange a human is able to guess and... Articulate such points so... Effectively?"

"... Yeah, it's. Strange to say the least."

"... I'll also make a wild guess and assume that you're mildly perturbed. Disturbed. By the fact I'm capable of guessing so succinctly. Or easily. And wondering if other humans can do so?"

"... How-"

She laughed, the confused alien then came to a jolt.

"no. Most humans are nowhere near as brilliant as mwah, but a lot are close."

She opened the door, the engine turning itself off as she hopped out.

"Ait! Hey, mate! I've got junk!"

Waving her arms, Ignoring the flustered sputtering alien.

#tag #Triage #Humans are space orcs #humans are space orcs 1 #1 #Aura #Lore stuff #Lore shit

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jamespotterswife06 · 2 years

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Mistakes from the past| D.D

(Not a romantic fic!)

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Daryl Dixon didn't ever think of himself being a family guy. That was the major reason he never asked the woman he loved, Grace to marry him. He knew leaving in the middle of the night might brake her heart, it broke his too but he thought it was the best thing to do. Maybe it was... Maybe it wasn't.

Now sixteen years later the world had gone to shit and Daryl finds himself living in a prison with a group of other survivors. It would be a lie to say that he didn't ever think about Grace. Sometimes when he's alone he find himself wondering if the blonde woman was still alive and where she was.

•

Daryl is out on a hunt so far he's only got a few squirrels and the sun is starting to set. He's getting close to camp when he hears a snap from behind a near tree. The archer is quick to sling his crossbow off of his shoulder and ready it for whatever might come his way. Slowly Daryl walks closer to the tree, before he could get to close something pops up in front of him and knocks the crossbow out of his hands.

Daryl grunts as the crossbow was forcibly shoved from his grasp. He goes to grab his trusty weapon but stops hearing the sound of a gun cocking.

"I wouldn' do that if I were you, Mister." A soft voice with a heavy southern accent says just above a whisper.

Daryl slowly looks over and his eyes widen slightly seeing a girl that couldn't be older then seventeen holding him at gun point. "Yer a kid." He says shocked.

The girl raises her eyebrows with a soft scoff "I ain't no kid, old man." She grumbles.

Daryl smirks moving to grab his crossbow. "I'll shoot you." The girl threatens.

Daryl chuckles standing up straight and turning to fully face the girl. "You ain't gonna shoot me."

The girl looks at him challenging and Daryl's smile quickly fades when she pulls the trigger. A bullet flies past the rednecks face missing him by a hair. His hands quickly fly up now knowing that she will indeed shoot him. "What the hell?!" He yells caught off guard.

The teenager scoffs "grow up old man. You ain't dead yet."

Daryl glares at her. He's finally getting a better look at the girl. His breath hitches in his throat the girl standing in front of him is the spitting image of Grace all except for her eyes and hair. "What the hell are you doing out here all alone?" He finally asks.

"Why are you alone?" The girl shoots back shifting her weight to her left leg.

Daryl's eyes narrow "do you have a camp?" He asks ignoring her question.

The girl nods absentmindedly "yeah... Do you?"

Daryl "no." He mutters and the girl stares him down not quite believing him. He clears his throat "how many people in your group?"

The girl is silent for a few minutes before shrugging "it's just me and Frank but he's not exactly a person." She sighs "I don't exactly feel like killing' ya so you're gonna turn around and count to fifty then you can go off where every in the hell you want to."

Daryl looks at the girl and shrugs turning around mumbling something under his breath.

•

Daryl keeps a close eye on the teenager as she walks through the woods. He's making sure to stay a little ways behind her. A walker stumbles out in front of the girl and she kicks it in the knees as she pulls out her knife, before the walker could stand back up she stabbed it killing it for good.

Daryl expects her to keep walking but she just stands there looking around. "I know you're followin' me." He hears her say.

The teen turns and looks at the archer. Daryl looks at her slightly confused "you're not as quiet as you think." She adds shrugging "but you can follow me I recon. I've got plenty of food but then you can leave."

Daryl hesitantly walks up beside the girl and she starts walking again. "Yer alone... Why?" The Dixon decides to ask again.

The girl hums "I don't like bein' out here alone or anything like that. I just don't like watching people I love die, more. If I'm alone I don't get attached... And I don't get hurt."

The two fall silent as a small gated up house comes into view. "There she is, my camp. It ain't much but it's home." The girl says opening the gate and allowing Daryl to go in first.

Daryl nods following the girl up to the house. She pulls out a key and unlocks the door. "Frankie I'm home!" She calls out walking further into the house.

Daryl slowly shuts the door behind the two of them as a grey bird zooms out from the kitchen. "Chip! Chip!" The bird squawks.

Daryl watches as the girl pulls out a bag of chips and hands the bird a few of them. "There ya are." She chuckles letting the bird fly back off somewhere through the house.

The girl looks at Daryl "I'll make somethin' to eat. Make yourself at home. Just don't steal anything or I'll have to kill ya." And with that the girl disappears into the kitchen.

Daryl looks around the small house. His eyes land on some pictures on the wall. He walks closer to the wall to get a closer look. Most of the pictures are of the mystery teen that he followed home but then he sees her... He sees his Grace.

"That's my mama, pretty ain't she?" The teen asks walking up beside Daryl.

The man looks at the girl "she's yer mama?" He asks urgently.

The girl nods "yes sir. My daddy wasn't around... But she did an alright job at taking' care of me."

Daryl clenches his jaw "you know his name?"

The girl looks at him "my daddy's?" Daryl nods "yeah... Daryl Dixon."

The end| I might make a part two.

1/?

Part two is out

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixons daughter #season three twd #twd #the prison #frank the bird #first fic #sorry this sucks

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fufukunaga · 2 years

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As soon as Kiyoomi comes home to his and his boyfriend's shared apartment, he knew something was up from the way Atsumu hadn't rushed to greet him at the door.

"Atsu?" He calls out worriedly.

"In here," his boyfriend pipes in from the bedroom.

Kiyoomi knew Miya Atsumu was a weird as hell person. And yet he dated him anyway. He likes that he's weird. He finds it endearing, actually. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight of his boyfriend sprawled on the bed with his head hanging off the side of the bed.

"Hey, Omi." Atsumu waves, looking up at him upside down. It's a wonder how the beanie he's wearing isn't falling off of his head.

"Atsumu," Kiyoomi sighs. He can already feel a headache coming up. "What the hell are you doing?"

Atsumu smirks, as if he's been waiting for him to ask that particular question all day. "Nothing," he says. "Just /hanging/. How about ya?"

Kiyoomi looks at him with a deadpan stare. Sometimes the best way to deal with Miya Atsumu is to not warrant him any reaction whatsoever.

"Oh come on, Omi. That was funny!"

"Sorry. I forgot to laugh. I was too distracted by your ridiculous beanie." It wasn't really ridiculous but it looked weird on Atsumu. "You don't usually wear those. Why're you wearing it now while hanging upside down on the bed?"

"I'm trying to grow out my hair," Atsumu explains.

"What?"

"My usual hairdresser was out of town but I really wanted to get a haircut and so I got my hair done by his apprentice and well—"

"Well?" Kiyoomi prompts.

"He cut my hair a little too short."

"That's it?"

"Whaddya mean /that's it/? Omi, ya know how much care I put in my hair and that bastard scrub ruined it. Now I can't show my face in public until it grows out."

"And doing that—" he motions to Atsumu's position. "Is gonna help how exactly?"

"It'll make the blood flow to my head and make hair grow faster."

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. He pulls at Atsumu's arms. "Get up. Before you give yourself a migraine."

"It's legit, Omi!" Atsumu fights back, trying to evade Kiyoomi's hands from pulling him up.

"The internet said it would work."

"Uh-huh," Kiyoomi says dismissively, resorting to pulling Atsumu's legs instead to shift his full body onto bed.

Atsumu sits up with a pout on his face but no longer upside down. But his beanie had fallen out when Kiyoomi had pulled him up.

Atsumu's hair is shorter than his usual look, making his head appear larger and his forehead on center display. Kiyoomi scoffs out a laugh.

"Omiiiiii," Atsumu whines, slightly throwing a tantrum with his arms and shoulders. "Why are ya laughing at me?"

"It doesn't look bad," Kiyoomi assures, but he's smiling and biting his lower lips to prevent it from becoming a full blown laugh.

"Yer lying!" Atsumu points out.

"I'm not," Kiyoomi lies.

Atsumu hides his head under a pillow, kicking with his legs. "I hate ya, Omi."

"Hey." Kiyoomi shuffles to Atsumu, removing the pillow to uncover his face.

"Don't look at me," Atsumu says, pulling the pillow back down. "I look horrible."

Kiyoomi chuckles a little. And Atsumu lets out an indignant whine. "Why aren't ya disagreeing?!"

Which just makes him laugh harder.

"Well, I guess this just proves one theory from the internet," Kiyoomi says.

Atsumu's whines go silent for a minute. Then he asks, "What theory?"

Kiyoomi smirks. He wishes he could run his fingers through Atsumu's hair. Soft despite the dye "That if you still find your boyfriend attractive even after a bad haircut, the you really love him."

Atsumu doesn't answer him immediately and Kiyoomi lets the words sink into him.

Finally, Atsumu comes out from his hiding and in a small voice asks, "Ya still love me?"

Kiyoomi scoffs again, but it wasn't because he was laughing. "Of course, I love you, you idiot. You may think your hair looks horrible right now but I still think you're plenty lovely."

He caresses Atsumu's cheeks gently, satisfied with how it slowly tinges pink.

"Love has made ya dumb," Atsumu replies but he's smiling for the first time since Kiyoomi has come home.

"Maybe so." He leans forward to place a kiss on his boyfriend's lips, running his fingers through his boyfriend's horrible haircut. It's too short to really comb through.

But it doesn't matter. Because hair grows and Kiyoomi will still be here with Atsumu, kissing him and coming home to him when the time comes. And even until the next terrible haircut that comes his way.

#sakuatsu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #bre's thread fics

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Sunny meets Camp Halfblood

Chapter 3

Percy slowly lowered his pen and took a step forward. "We're not here to punish you or anything. Um, you just kinda.. startled us."

The pale boy opened up his eye again and slowly sat back up. "So I'm not dead?"

Annabeth shook her head and crouched next to the bed to get to his level. "Don't worry. You're safe."

The boy eyed Annabeth for a moment before turning away. "You don't need to crouch down. I'm not a child, so don't patronize me..." he murmured just loud enough to be heard.

The remark caught them off guard and Annabeth awkwardly stood back up, clenching her fists a little. Percy knew exactly what she was thinking by the look on her face. Rude little twerp.

The boy slung his legs over the side of the bed, Chiron wheeling over to him. "Now, lad, I think it's best if you just stay laying down for a bit. We still don't know what happened to you."

The boy hunched his shoulders a bit before tucking his legs back under the blankets, his eyes now catching on Percy and Annabeth's shirts. "Am I at some sort of.. summer camp? I don't remember one being around.. unless one opened up in my time away..." The last sentence was muttered so quietly that Chiron, the one closest to him, was the only one who heard it.

"Umm...." Percy looked over at Chiron for further instructions, who gave him a slow, still unsure nod.

"This isn't any other summer camp," Percy continued. "This is Camp Halfblood!"

Sunny tilted his head and raised a curious eyebrow. "Halfblood?"

Percy plopped himself on the end of the boy's infirmary bed, causing him to jump a bit. "Tell me, kid. Have you ever learned anything about Greek Mythology?"

The boy's eyes go misty for a moment, as if recounting a forgotten memory before slowly responding with a drawn out, "Yessss.."

"Well, in those stories, there are tales of demigods, half-human and half-god!"

"Like Heracles," the boy added.

Percy looked at him in respect. "Wow, you actually used the proper pronunciation. But, yes. Anyways, long story short, but the gods are real and this camp is full of demigods."

The words came out super fast. Percy was always bad at the introductions. How could he explain it? It sounds wild.

The boy's eyes slowly, slowly widened before he closed them. "Ah. I get it. This is all in my head."

Dionysus, who had still been playing his game in the corner, couldn't help but cut in with a snide remark. "Like everything else you see?"

Annabeth had to do everything in her power not to kick the chair of the god. What a jerk! She looked back at the boy and her heart dropped when she saw his face.

"Hey, don't listen to Mr. D. He's a jerk, like, all of the time. To everyone. Don't take it to heart."

"Mr. D?"

"Oh, uh, ya. He's the camp director. Um, you know the god of wine and madness and stuff?"

"Dionys-"

"Don't say the name! Names draw attention and give power. But, ya. That guy over there is him."

The boy couldn't help but choke out a gasp of surprise. "He's a lot older than what I imagined."

"Going to ignore that, you little brat," Mr. D hissed.

"I just realized!" Percy exclaimed. "We haven't gotten your name yet!"

"I'm.. I'm Sunny.. Sunny Suzuki.. So, um.. I'm at a place.. called Camp Halfblood.. A camp for demigods.. sure.. I'll go along with it.."

"Nice to see you have the spirit.." Chiron said with an awkward laugh. "Now, we don't know who you may belong to.. so, we may have to put you with the Hermes kids.."

"Oh.. ok.."

"Cmon," Percy said, helping Sunny up. "I'll show you the way."

Sunny's legs wobbled as he stood. "'Kay.."

As they stepped outside into the golden rays of light, Sunny flinched a little as the light hit his face, but once his eyes adjusted, they shone from the beautiful sight of the camp.

"Sunny," Percy said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to Camp Halfblood."

#fanfic #omori fanfic #sunny omori #omori sunny #camp half blood #percy jackson #pjo #crossover #sunny suzuki

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centrifugal-apotheosis · 20 days

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The Chosen of Ruin: Part 2

//ooc; transcript of a Discord RP with @the-poke-virus

The shrine in which the Beads of Ruin are sealed is actually directly below where the last stake was, in a cave that Fury Falls flows out of. Top Man and Virus stand in view of it

I'll be outside for backup, if ya need it ^u^

Alright

Let's do this

Inside the cave is an odd door. There are distinct BAD vibes coming from it, much worse than the stakes. Memories of envy, jealousy, and anger begin to surface for them both. Virus starts to look uncomfortable

so how do we [OPEN NEW WINDOW] this thing?

...ya doin ok? Look we can hightail and I'll bring more backup if we need. Up to you though

no no I'm fine (ówò) just that bad door vibes… ...you can feel it too right?

Yeah... it's making me think of... my creator

TopMan, what ever you did back then, just know that I've probably done stuff that was ten times worse than that. Alright?

Gotcha... You're probably REALLY getting hit with it then...

HAHAHA YAH (≧∀≦) oh I'm a total monster

As they approach, they see an old foe in front of the door

AT LAST THE ANCIENT SEAL IS BROKEN! COME FORTH MY MASTER!

the door crumbles to rubble, and a fish-like pokemon emerges - Chi-Yu. Dark power radiates from it

All is mine the rest shall burn

hey that's what you said Toppy ( ^ω^ ), anyways how are we gonna stop this guy

Remember that Wonderland Shard you had? Plug it into me. I'm gonna try to beam my thoughts into Chi-Yu's mind

Virus breaks the shard and gives the pieces to Top Man

you can only do this if one shard piece is in close proximity to Chi-Yu's head

Top Man revves his wheels

I'll have to get close then. Here goes!

as Top Man gets close, Chi-Yu uses Lava Plume, throwing him back

GAH! Looks like we'll have to knock them around a bit first. No worries! I'm game! sends out his team Let's get em fellas!

What an uncouth rabble! And to think I considered you as a host for my master's power! No matter. Have at you!

Struggle as you see fit. You rejected my blessing, you will burn with all that cannot be mine

Virus sends out her Boldore Rock and her Joltik Popcorn

I'm right behind yah Toppy!

Chi-Yu proves to be a difficult opponent indeed. Boundstrider falls to a Bounce, and Lego falls to Swagger and Ruination. Vanessa is fainted by a Lava Plume, and Watt still won't obey Top Man. That leaves Blastzone and Chirp, and Puck has taken to wailing on the robotic Magmortar with Shadow Balls, not altogether successfully due to being distracted by Virus's pokemon. She sends out Crypto-Scam and Randomizer, her Eevee, for extra support

my [PKMN] aren't exactly battlers y'know

How unfortunate! I am well-versed in dueling, all the better for my master's ambition, you see?

Toppy can I bite him?

If ya can get close to him! You saw how fast he can move!

Virus reaches her extendo arms out in an attempt to grab Puck Puck is taken off-guard (he was aiming at Crypto-Scam) and is Virus goes in for a bite and kinda sort of regrets it. Puck is hard and metallic even for Virus' teeth. She begrudgingly continuous because that's just how much she hates Puck

UNHAND ME YOU RUFFIAN!

Puck shoots a stream of coins into Virus's eyes, and she lets go of Puck while distracted Blastzone manages to get Chi-Yu down to low yellow, but faints to a final Bounce. Suddenly Chirp leaps forward and faces Chi-Yu

Chirp what are you doing?!

CHIRP?!

Chirp begins moving strangely, like he's trying to crawl out of his own skin, when suddenly hs legs start growing, along with the rest of him, and at the height of his growth, he lunges at Chi-Yu with a double kick on his now-open hind legs. the Lokix then turns to face Top Man and Virus

OH [#%?!] HE EVOLVED

ROCK ON CHIRP! Whatever you just did do that again!

Chirp Double Kicks Chi-Yu again, which disorients them enough that Top Man can spin towards Chi-Yu at high speed, plugging the Wonderland shard into Chi-Yu

I'm feeling fishy, that means it's working (°▽°)

All is mine the rest shall burn

Yeah yeah shut it will ya? That song's overplayed pick out a new one already

yah get whimsy [PILED]

You fools... All that exists in this world, all that truly matters, is strife. Strife to be above all the rest. Only at the top can one be satisfied

Oh my days- Ya really think it matters THAT much what people you have no idea who they are think of you?

It is always the same. Some recieve, others want, the wanters kill the recievers, and take what was recieved. There is never any exception.

YES THERE IS!!

seems they struck a nerve

But then they just get offed themselves! This order of yours is just a game with no winners!

And yet it is one all life plays... You... Machine forged in envy... surely you understand this?

...yeah... I'll admit, I get where you're coming from. I was made to help a bitter old man with his world domination schemes-

You have spoken yourself. Your very existence is due to human envy, as is mine. Many kingdoms sought these beads, and when a kingdom recieved, another would wage war and destroy it, taking the beads for themselves. Their desire, their envy, gave these beads sentience, created me. We are the same

Except for one thing you didn't notice. Actually, we're connected. I think you did notice, you're just pretending not to see it. I don't serve that man anymore. I dance to my own tunes now. I took the game you said we all must play, and I beat it. And you know how? By not playing

You decieve yourself. One such as you and I can never be anything more than our created purpose

YES YOU CAN! Anyone can be so much more than their [CREATED PURPOSE]! You don't have to spiral endlessly in envy. There's always an out. Just look at us, we're living proof that there's more to life than just envy! You just need to stop being so narrow minded for a second and see that for yourself

Impossible...

Want a source? We're connected. See for yourself

Top Man then begins highlighting Wily almost resetting him - and Quasar saving him from disappearing

oh I wanna try that

Virus then shows a moment from her own past, one that showed just how much she truly cared for those in her life

Still you are beholden to others. The girl is at the mercy of that purple one, and you, machine, are at the mercy of that hero

Then why was I able to do this?

Top Man then shows when he saved Chirp - punching Quasar into a stone wall so hard his head got stuck in it. Virus then shows an important memory to her - working with Top Man to escape Team Rocket, when Gyro Zeppeli saved them. In this case, Top Man supplemented that one with his side, the two memories starting to kinda merge, before Virus reflexively pulls away

HAHAHA OK FORGET THAT [DBZ FUSION DANCE] BACK THERE, IT NEVER [TRANSACTION COMPLETE] OK THANK YOU (≧∀≦)

You... you were…

more memories appear. The Paldea Tour, Overcoming hardships with his friends and pokemon, The worldwide Wily Invasion, fighting his own creator, and most importantly, joining the Incursionists. Virus chimes in with her own memories, consisting of her time reforming herself. She struggled, and she even failed at some points, but she has learned to value the connections that people can share. Chi-Yu is having trouble forming a response

so? Any comebacks?

.................................................................

Dude... I know. I didn't think I could have this either

...Is it... ...possible... ...for me?

yes, even an old creepy fish demon can change

C'mon. I'll show ya, if you'll let me

I... ...am yours… …show me…

Black and red fire and energy begins to form around the two of them, and a mark appears on Top Man's arm. He then brings out a Luxury Ball and taps it to Chi-Yu. Chi-Yu then wraps the energy around an exhausted Puck, and he vanishes, replaced by a Cherish Ball. Chi-Yu is then caught

Guess I'm a Chosen now. Groovy

oh shit fr?! Congrats man! So do you get fire powers now or something?

No idea. Guess we'll have to see

Virus looks over to Puck's ball

what do we do with him? Throw him down a river?

And have his karma be done that quick?

Puck is let out of his ball and seems to realize what's going on

What?! You jest! Say this isn't so! Top Man is my Chosen, if you are loyal to me you will serve him also

Puck makes a bunch of pathetic noises

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And for my first task, Puck, you shall be Crypto-Scam's personal transport and footstool the entire span of the journey from here until sight 10!

how demeaning…

Puck makes more pathetic noises as crypto scam is jumping for joy

#rotomblr #pkmn rp #pkmn irl #the top hasn't stopped #chirp's paldea tour

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Floyd is upset, bored, and hungry. Riddle just made a replica of an old shrinking potion from the Queendom of Hearts. What could possibly go wrong?

Includes: soft/safe vore, Floyd being himself, unwilling prey

✮✶Let's Play Hide & Seek~!✶✮

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Jade and Azul have very strange ways of punishing Floyd sometimes.

He ate some food he wasn't supposed to, so you know what they made him do? They made him stand perfectly still for two hours while holding plates of food in both hands, and everytime he made a movement the timer reset.

So now, he was upset, bored, and hungry.

And then, he realized exactly how he can kick this boredom!

"I'll go talk with Goldfishie! That'll be fun!"

Meanwhile, Riddle was trying to study something, just trying to get his work done.

Studying in the library is usually quite peaceful. Right now, he's studying early potions. The one he's currently attempting to replicate was first documented in the Queen Of Hearts' domain, a clear and tasteless liquid in a bottle with no label other than "Drink Me". It's said that whoever drank it would shrink immediately.

Now he just needs someone to test it on...

"Hey Goldfishie~!!"

Oh dear Seven.

"Goldfish, Goldfish, Go~old~fish~ie~!" Riddle sighed in annoyance. Floyd is the last person he wants to be around him while he has an experimental potion with him. "Hey hey, what are you doing right now?"

Then, Riddle had a good idea.

"Well, Floyd, I was just about to test this potion I made! Would you mind drinking it for me?" Riddle asked, a forced smile on his face.

"Sure, I guess. But only if you give me food after, I'm really hungry..."

"Of course, that can be arranged."

Floyd grabbed the small vial and poured the liquid into his mouth. He swished it around for a bit, before looking like he got an idea.

He grabbed Riddle's face, and kissed him directly on the lips.

Riddle was surprised. Not only by the sudden kiss, but also by the rush of liquid entering his mouth.

Riddle swallowed without thinking.

"Agh- What was that for, Floyd?!" Riddle angrily asked.

"I thought it'd be more fun to see your potion used on you~!" Floyd said, a wide smile on his face.

It was a slow process. Riddle got smaller, smaller, smaller... as Riddle shrunk, Floyd's mouth was starting to water.

"Like I said, Goldfishie, I'm feelin' hungry~ And you, lookit you! You're so small and cute, why I could just eat you up right now~!" Floyd licked his lips. "But that's no fun, is it? So Goldfishie, I think I have a fun idea... why don't we play hide and seek~?"

"H...hide and seek...?" Riddle cautiously asked. He finally stopped shrinking, and he was now about the size of a large goldfish.

"Yeah! You hide, and I try to find ya!" Floyd explained, a smile on his face. "If you win and I don't find you, then... ehehe... I won't eat you~!"

Floyd crouched down to Riddle's level as his stomach growled.

"I'll give you 30 seconds to hide, Goldfishie~"

Floyd closed his eyes, and started his countdown.

Riddle had no idea where he could hide. Of course he'd much rather not play along with Floyd's games, but what other choice does he have in this scenario?!

Riddle jumped down from the chair he had been standing on. It hurt his legs when he landed on the floor, but thankfully not enough to keep him from trying to hide.

There's a book lying page-down on the floor over there! He could probably hide under that, right?!

Riddle ran as fast as he could towards the book. He tried his best to lift the book so he could hide under it, but it was so... heavy at this tiny size.

"Ten seconds Goldfish! Better have a good hiding spot!"

In a panic, Riddle got down on the floor and army-crawled under the pages of the book, hopefully that'll hide him well enough.

"Eh, it's close enough to zero. Ready or not, here I come~!!"

Riddle's heart was beating out of his chest. He knew that Floyd wasn't lying or joking, he's seen Floyd eat people before. Seeing that was like a scene straight out of one of those horror movies he's seen Ace watch. The sounds, oh Seven, the sounds. Muffled begging for help and mercy mixed with squishing and gurgling and... oh, it was terrifying to watch. And sure, Riddle always saw those people completely safe and unharmed the next day, but... still, it's horrifying to think about.

"Hmm... where are you, Goldfish~?"

Floyd's eyes darted over to the book on the floor.

"You're really bad at hiding, you know that~?" Floyd asked, causing Riddle's heart to drop. "Then again, maybe I just have an unfair advantage." Floyd picked the book up off the floor, to find Riddle's tiny trembling frame. "Us morays have a heightened sense of smell, for hunting purposes... you actually smell really nice! Like roses... I wonder what Goldfishie will taste like~!"

Floyd grabbed Riddle by the leg, and picked him up off the floor. Riddle was pulled through the air, now dangling precariously above Floyd's open mouth.

"Floyd... you can't be serious about this... r-right...?" Riddle nervously asked.

"Hm? 'Course I am! I'm real hungry, y'know~ And you happen to be the perfect size~!" Floyd giggled to himself.

"No no! I-I'm still too big! There's no way you can eat me without choking!" Riddle desperately yelled, even though he knew that wasn't true.

"My throat and stomach are pretty stretchy, actually~! I'm sure you know I've eaten full-sized humans before, y'know, as a punishment for contract breakers... something as small as you won't be a problem at all~!"

And then, he dropped him.

Floyd played around with his defenseless little Goldfish. He swished him around, pressed him against the roof of his mouth, teased him with his razor sharp teeth, tasted every last inch of his body...

And then, he swallowed.

It took a few tries to get all of him down, but eventually, that poor little Goldfish was sent sliding down his throat.

Riddle was not having a good day.

He was large enough to make a small bulge in Floyd's middle, but thankfully (for Floyd, not so much for Riddle) not enough to be seen without his shirt off.

He contently laid down on the floor of the library, a hand on his stomach, a blush on his face as Riddle tried to move around.

"FLOYD, GET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!" Riddle yelled, punching at the walls of Floyd's stomach.

"Ehe! That kinda tickles, Goldfishie~!" Floyd laughed. "And relaaaaax, you're safe in there."

"Safe? SAFE?! Do you not pay attention in biology classes?!" Riddle yelled.

"Merfolk biology's a lot different than human biology, Goldfishie... just trust me, you'll be safe." Floyd explained. "I just wanted a snack. Ehehehe... and you filled me up perfectly, Goldfish~"

"You know, that's not exactly a very 'comforting' thing to say to someone you just ate." Riddle sarcastically said.

"Whatever. I hope you don't mind me keeping you inside me for a while, hehe, you just feel so good in there~ Maybe you should make a contract with Azul! I sure would love for you to break contract so I get to eat you again~!" Floyd happily said.

"I personally never want to go through this again. It's uncomfortable, tight, hot, and very wet." Riddle pouted.

"Oh shush, it's not that bad. Now stop complaining, just let us both relax~"

Riddle sighed.

There's not exactly anything he can do about this.

He'll have to find some way to get back at Floyd for this some day, but for now...

It's probably best to just give Floyd what he wants. Who knows what he'll do if not...

#i thought of this and couldn't not do it #i know i said i wanted to do all the housewardens before anything like this #soft vore #safe vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #v.ore #v/ore #sfw vore #v0re #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts

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