#also just realizing now i probably should have trigger warned for mentions of cannibalism???? this is my lifelong fic reader showing

[queenerdloser]

i'm SO curious about how this workshop experience will go. changed a bunch of plot things that eventually led to me going "well the stakes are higher if there's actual cannibalism involved AND my easter eggs are incidentally a lot funnier to me so it's win/win" and ended up with a plot that revolved around the guilty aftermath of a cannibalism incident on the eve of the next victim being "chosen" (cough forcibly murdered cough)... all narrated entirely through the code-heavy pov of the original victim's robot who is completely unaware of the stakes and is just trying to clean the grease/dust/blood/viscera from various parts of this spaceship and play catch. this is easily top five weirdest things i've written and by far the weirdest thing i've ever submitted in a workshop setting. makes me feel both proud of myself for actually just saying fuck it and doing it and also like. nervous about how this whole thing will go.

i'm writing a speculative short story for this writing class i'm taking where a cleaning robot witnesses a bloody mutiny and its aftermath. (why? no clue, i just love the idea.) for a long time, i only knew what i wanted the robot to be named and just had placeholders for the humans involved, but yesterday i finally went in and gave them all names. and halfway through the naming game i had the VERY amusing (to me) thought of giving the ship officers all names of historical ship officers involved in deadly ship crashes that ended in cannibalism. (the mutiny that serves as the plot is based on a lack of food resources after their ship gets attacked lol.) so the ship's first officer is named fitzjames. i'm rubbing my hands together eagerly waiting to see who will expose themselves as terror fans in this class or if i'll get away with my easter eggs.

[abusedsanderssides]

“You look delicious tonight”

Trigger/content warnings: Abuse, unsympathetic/abusive Remus, rape, cursing, eating-out, whips mention, injuries, kidnapping, chains, not a happy ending, hickeys, skinning and cannibalism mention. Let me know if I should add any more.

Ship(s): Background platonic Analogical (if you wanna make it that, it’s kinda up for interpretation.)

Characters: Virgil, Remus, mentions of Logan and Patton.

2644 words

Prompt: "You look delicious tonight."

Not requested

- 5/19/21

Virgil shivered on the cold floor, in nothing but a thin, oversized, and torn-up t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He curled in on himself, desperately searching for warmth on the freezing concrete.

Every inch of his body ached. Bruises, cuts, bandages, and dried blood scattered his skin. His hair was thinning and falling out, skin dry and cracked, eyes bloodshot. He was sure that some of his bones were broken, not being able to heal without proper care. Virgil looked like he was insane, and he was starting to question if he was.

He hadn't slept in who knows how long. Days, weeks, it was all just a blur. He had no way of telling time so he didn't know what the date was or what time of day it was. After all, he was locked in a basement with no windows, pitch black except for the small amount of light that came from under the door to go upstairs.

Virgil often heard things. Something scurrying across the floor, water dripping, hissing, and he couldn't tell what was real or what his mind made up, playing games with him. Of course, he could hear faint yells, thuds, crashes, and manic laughter coming from upstairs occasionally. Virgil could also hear when the door opened, the whips that would land on him, chains attached to his body, skin slapping skin, and deep breathing when he came to visit Virgil.

The door handle twisted and opened the door, shining a bright light down on Virgil for a second. He squinted his eyes at the light so he didn't have a chance to look around or behind the door. The stairs creaked as a person stomped down them with heavy footsteps. The footsteps were heading towards Virgil, getting closer until he could faintly see shoes in front of his face.

"Hello, Virgil," It was Remus, he could tell by the voice. Virgil flinched when he spoke, as it disrupts the silence he had been sitting in for a long time. His breathing started to slowly speed up and he tried his best to crawl away from the very intimidating man standing over him. Remus crouched down and Virgil tried to get farther away from him, but Remus interrupted, "Hey," Remus grabbed Virgil's arm tightly, causing him to whimper, pulling Virgil back towards him before continuing, "Get back here."

Remus sat down cross-legged and pulled Virgil to him, hugging him tightly, Virgil's back against Remus' chest. Remus leaned down and started sucking hickeys into Virgil's neck, biting down and drawing blood. Remus grabbed Virgil's bruised and damaged wrists, conjured rope, and tightly tied his wrists together. Virgil whimpered quietly at the pain in both his neck and wrists, wanted nothing more than to disappear.

Virgil hated Remus and what he did to him. He liked the dark, cold, empty, loneliness of him being stuck in the basement more than he liked when Remus would come down. Why couldn't someone come to save him? Janus has to know about this, he lives upstairs with Remus. But Virgil knew no one would save him. No one cared, loved, or even liked Virgil. That's what Remus told him. They probably didn't even notice that he'd been kidnapped. He just had to accept that he was going to die here, wishing that it would happen soon so he didn't have to feel this pain anymore.

Once Remus had covered Virgil's entire right side of his neck with hickeys and bite marks, blood slowly spilling from some of them, he was satisfied. Virgil let out an inaudible sigh of relief, hoping that Remus was done, but he knew better. Remus leaned down and whispered creepily into Virgil's right ear, "You look delicious tonight, sweetheart," then bit his earlobe. Virgil shivered at his words and quietness. "I could just skin you, chop off your limbs, and eat you right now."

Virgil's mind was running a mile a minute. Was he actually going to do that? Was he going to eat him? Then Virgil thought about eating food. When was the last time he ate? Virgil cursed his mind as his stomach rumbled.

Remus laughed his evil manic laugh and asked, "Do you like that idea?" Virgil's eyes widened as he tried to turn around in Remus' hold on him.

Virgil stuttered out before Remus could do anything to him, "N-no I was j-just thinking about f-food! I d-don't want you to eat m-me!" Remus laughed again, turning Virgil around so he was facing him, putting his face inches apart from Virgil's. Virgil's eyes were wide and full of fear, mouth slightly agape as he anxiously waited for Remus' response.

With a huge insane smile on his face, Remus replied, "How about we compromise?" Virgil stayed still and silent and when Remus didn't continue Virgil realized that he wanted an answer. Panicking, Virgil nodded his head, feeling immense amounts of dread immediately as he questioned what he just answered.

Remus huffed out a laugh, smile still plastered on his face and he raved, "Okay, so, I won't eat you, but I'm gonna eat you out!" Virgil's eyes grew wide and he stilled, like a deer in headlights, before shaking his head 'no' violently. Remus cackled, gaining Virgil's full attention before he threatened, "You agreed to this, pretty boy! No getting out now!" He paused, standing up before he continued, "Besides, even if you said no to the compromise, which you can't say no, I would've done it anyway!"

Virgil struggled to scramble away from Remus in the dark like a crab because his hands were bound, but Remus easily picked him up. Virgil screamed, wailed, pleaded, squirmed, struggled, but Remus had a tight grip. He brought him to the other side of the basement where there was an operating table, and when Virgil saw that he only struggled more, screaming and crying.

"Remus, please, no! Don't do this! Please! I'll do anything!" Remus ignored his protests, throwing him down on the table, growling at him to shut up as he tied his limbs down to the table.

"You're only going to make this worse for yourself if you keep squirming and FUCKING SCREAMING!" Remus yelled in his face, causing Virgil to flinch and try to curl in on himself, but found it impossible with the restraints. Virgil was sobbing uncontrollably, having an idea of what was to come, and he knew it'd be Remus, probably cumming multiple times.

When Virgil showed no signs of calming down, Remus went over to the wall covered in sex toys, whips, and weapons. Virgil saw him do this and tried to hopelessly silence his cries and growing panic attack. Remus returned, dagger in hand, and climbed on top of the table and over Virgil. He sat down harshly on the panicking boy's thighs, receiving a cry of pain from him.

"Maybe if I cut off your limbs this wouldn't be so hard!" Remus maniacally laughed, Virgil, shaking his head 'no' violently while sobbing. Virgil watched with wide eyes as Remus sliced down the center of his shirt, successfully cutting it in half and ruining the only source of warmth and covering that Virgil had. Silent tears ran down Virgil's face and Remus noticed how Virgil stopped moving, scared of getting cut, and Remus smiled wider.

Remus repeated this action with Virgil's boxers, ripping them off of his body. Virgil cried harder at the loss of his only comfort items and warmth in the freezing basement. Virgil shivered and closed his eyes as he felt Remus get off of him and stand up to strip himself of his own clothes.

"Please, Remus! I love you! Please don't this! I'm sorry!" Virgil weakly pleaded but he felt Remus climb up on the table and on top of him.

Remus scoffed, "Oh please, your begs just motivate me even more. Plus, if you love me so much you would want this so bad." Remus dragged out the word 'so', starting to untie the binds on Virgil's ankles. Virgil knew that Remus wasn't letting him go and just untying him so he could fuck him relentlessly.

But still, after Virgil's legs were free he helplessly tried to kick at Remus, being blinded by his tears and his legs failing on him. That resulted in Remus punching him in the stomach and spitting out with clenched teeth, "Stop moving." Remus picked up Virgil's legs and threw them over his shoulders. "You're only going to end up hurting yourself more."

Virgil gave up. His body was already tired and he couldn't go far, powerless against Remus. He felt Remus' dick prod at his entrance and start to push in. Virgil threw his head back and opened his mouth in a silent scream in agonizing pain. The stretch of Remus' cock burned, especially without lube.

Once Remus' hips were flush with Virgil's ass he pulled out and pushed in, giving Virgil no time to adjust as he started thrusting at a brutal pace. Tears never stopped falling from Virgil's eyes, his face screwed up in pain, and every muscle hurting.

"God, I wish I could eat you and still keep you alive," Remus growled in Virgil's ear, making him whimper in fear. Remus laughed at that, continuing with his thrusting. Virgil bit his lip in an attempt to silence his cries of pain, biting down so hard that he drew blood.

Remus noticed this, leaning down and grabbing Virgil by the throat. He forced Virgil into a messy and heated kiss, Virgil trying to escape. Remus pressed the tip of the dagger into Virgil's stomach, drawing a tiny bit of blood.

Virgil's eyes flew open, complying and kissing Remus back. He didn't want to get even more hurt, so he felt relieved when the dagger was removed from his skin.

Remus released his hold on Virgil's face and his head fell against the table, causing a big 'thud.' Remus's thrusts were getting sloppier as he neared his orgasm, pushing in harder and deeper. Virgil cried out in pain, feeling pleasure that he didn't want when Remus hit his prostate.

"Fuck," Remus whispered under his breath, thrusting into Virgil harder than he had been. Virgil screamed a cry when he felt Remus release inside of him, continuing with his thrusts until he was finished.

Virgil couldn't think straight. He couldn't really think at all. His mind was foggy and he was so overwhelmed. His anxiety didn't give a break either, thoughts running through his head. He hated this. He hated everything about his life.

This was why Remus never killed him. Remus knew how much pain and suffering he caused Virgil, and that was just entertainment for him. He also got to act upon his intrusive thoughts, and abusing Virgil became a coping mechanism for that. Remus didn't want Virgil to die, no matter how many times Remus caused Virgil to be minutes away from death. He needed him to stay. He couldn't lose Virgil. Remus knew he would get attached, and he was perfectly fine with that. Plus, a few more months and Virgil will realize that he's not getting out of this, and he'll give up.

Virgil had blanked out for a few minutes, snapping back to reality when he felt something warm and wet licking his hole. He sobbed at the realization of what was happening, and Remus found that amusing.

A tongue pushed into Virgil, licking his walls, Remus tasting his own cum. Virgil tried to bite his hand to silence himself but his wrist was still firmly tied to the table.

Maybe being alone in the dark and freezing basement isn't so bad. It's sure better than when Remus comes down.

Virgil just wanted this to stop. He didn't want to feel a tongue in his ass and a mustache pricking around his hole. He didn't want to feel strong hands on him and bruising his skin. He didn't want to be tied to this uncomfortable and cold-ass table. So Virgil did the only thing he knew would most likely work to get Remus to stop.

Virgil pushed his hips back, wincing when he felt Remus' tongue slide further into him. Remus chuckled, scooping out the last bits of his own cum out of Virgil's ass and then sitting up.

"Damn," Remus whispered, "you sure are delicious." Virgil squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to look at the grin on the man's face who was towering over him. Technically, and Logan would comment on this too if he were here, Remus' statement was wrong. He wasn't tasting Virgil, rather, tasting himself as it was his own cum.

Virgil tried to think of Logan. To think of all the fun they had. All the debates and deep conversations they would get into. All Logan's random facts and how he would ramble on about them that Virgil loved listening to. He really missed Logan. Virgil missed everyone. Hell, he even missed Janus, and he hated Janus. He wished he would just come down to the basement and save him from this torture that he was living in.

Hands were on him, Virgil's eyes opening wide to see that the binds on his wrists had been undone and Remus was picking him up, carrying him to where his ankle chain was. Remus lightly chuckled to himself before dropping Virgil on the ground, reviving a yelp and cry in pain from the smaller side.

Virgil's chain was quickly and swiftly locked onto his ankle, giving Virgil no time to escape. Virgil didn't even have the energy to try to escape right now. He just wanted to sleep. Preferably in clothes, but his clothes were on the other side of the basement and Virgil couldn't reach with his chain, and they also weren't very functional.

"See you later, cutie pie," Remus teased, heading for the stairs. 'Wait,' Virgil thought, thinking over and over again of how much he wanted new clothes. He gained up the courage to ask Remus, impulsively doing so.

"Wait!" Virgil called, wincing when he noticed he seemed controlling. Remus stopped in his tracks, slowly turning on one heel to face Virgil. "C-can I-I m-mayb-be h-hav-"

Remus cut him off, rolling his eyes and scoffing. "Quit with the stuttering, Anxiety. Just spit it out!"

Virgil took a deep breath, continuing and trying his hardest not to stutter. "Can I maybe h-have," Shit. "some new clothes?" Virgil asked slowly before quickly rambling, "I don't need them I just, y-you cut my other ones and I don't have any and!-" Virgil looked up at Remus, seeing a bored look on his face.

Remus thought about it before answering, "Hmm, I'll think about it. I'll think about it even harder if you're good. Got it?" Virgil quickly nodded his head, Remus skipping steps as he jumped up the stairs. He unlocked the door and opened it quickly, the bright light blinded Virgil, who shielded his eyes with his hand.

The door closed and locked, leaving Virgil naked and bleeding on the cold concrete floor. He felt like crying, but he had no tears left to cry.

Virgil was fine. He accepted the fact that this is just how it is now. This will be his life. There's no way out of this one. He'll die here. But still, Virgil found himself sobbing, wanting his old life back so bad. He didn't care if people were mean, he didn't care if he had to deal with Patton calling him cute and a kid, he didn't care about anything that had upset him. He just wanted this to stop. To change back to how it was, or die as soon as possible. And he had no chance at the first, so now he had to come up with a plan that would make him meet his demise and fast.

oh my fucking god this took so long to finish and post, but i really enjoyed writing it when i had the motivation to! i still have a few more wips but i'm still up for requests!! =P

[pretend-writer]

Down Below (Chapter 63)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 2.1k words

Warning: swearing, mention of death, violence, cannibalism

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'Why are you telling me this now?' Bellamy kept his head low, starring at the ground while sitting on the bench in his cell.

Finally telling him the truth about the Dark Year was pretty tough, considering the fact that that was the reason why we fell apart. He was going into the fighting pit and it seemed like the right thing to do.

'Figured I'd tell you since we're in a pretty fucked up situation.'

'It doesn't add up. What does Kane have to do with any of the things you told me?'

The flashback pained me, it's been over 4 years since the betrayal but it still hurt. 'Days later I told Marcus the truth about everything. He didn't believe me and instead sided with that monster.'

'A monster?' Bellamy huffed, standing up as he walked towards me. 'You had a choice to back away from everything and you blame Abby?'

'Are you kidding me?'

My eyes began to water as I remembered all of the hidden memories that I tried so hard to shove deep down. I never cried about the Dark Year but perhaps since it was the first time I've ever spoke about it out loud, it finally felt real.

'A grown adult who was supposed to protect us threatened to kill my friend if I didn't do as she said, told me to do something absolutely disgusting. You know exactly how it feels to be manipulated. Bellamy, you know!'

'You could've told Kane right when that happened. That doesn't excuse you for what you did for the rest of the years you've been in the bunker.'

'I was told to be brave, be strong. Look out for grown adults that should be able to take care of themselves. I was only a teenager, just a stupid teenager and was betrayed by someone I was supposed to look up to.' I took a deep breath and shook my head. 'What was I supposed to do? I felt alone. I had to keep doing what we were doing to survive.'

Bellamy flared his nose, I couldn't tell if he was angry or frustrated. Either way I knew it wasn't a good sign. 'I told you that I'm always here for you, why didn't you ever tell me?'

'How was I supposed to tell you that I've killed people down there? That someone manipulated me and I fell for it? Considering that I've been trying to be good all these years before the bunker, it's embarrasing. I lost trust in everyone, everyone but Octavia. Then you showed up, then got my sister taken away. What was I supposed to do?'

'But you're my gir-' He paused, I knew exactly what he was going to say. Given the circumstances I guess it was all over. 'I thought we had an understanding that we'd always be able to trust each other.'

'Well, things change especially after six years. You know now, Blake. It's easier for you to judge when you're the outside looking in. You didn't know how bad it was. Every trigger that I pulled is in my hands forever and I have to live with that.'

Bellamy started at me, 'I don't feel sorry for you.'

'For fuck sakes I'm not asking for you to be sorry for me, you ass!' I screamed, 'You could be dying in a few hours right in that fucking fighting pit. I-I'

'You can just end it, you know that right? Instead you're here trying to give me this sob story.'

I rolled my eyes, 'You know what, do whatever the hell you want. I mean that was your motto after all. Just go to the fucking pit for all I care.'

'It's not like I have a choice!' Bellamy yelled as I turned my back against him and stormed to the exit.

Stopping right as I was about to grab the door to leave, I quickly turned around. 'What do you want me to do, huh? Stop the fighting pit? You broke the rules and this is the consequences you have to face.'

'You said you're the one that started the fighting pit so fucking end it! It doesn't have to be this way.' Bellamy face palmed, kicking the wall as he grunted. 'You and Octavia just want to do whatever is convenient for you two. Come down here and try to sweet talk me when I'm about to die.'

'Octavia came down to see you?'

'Yep, of course she did. Now she wants me to be her sweet brother and beat Indra in the fighting pit, when all she have to do is stop th-'

My eyes widened, shocked to hear that Octavia was willing to sacrifice her mentor and someone she deeply loved for her brother.

Indra was someone she truly loved besides Bellamy, she considered her as family. Yet Octavia was okay to tell her brother to kill her.

Bellamy saw my reaction and chuckled, 'Abby played you but so did Octavia. She had you wrapped around her finger.'

Talking about the Dark Year already had me in the verge of tears, I didn't want to be sad over Octavia either. Especially in front of Bellamy.

Just thinking about the possibility of Octavia could throw me under the bus next as if it was nothing made me think of the past six year we had together. I've killed people to protect Octavia from Abby, would she do the same? Or would she throw my life away just as she was doing with Indra's?

'Reyes, I'm not fighting Gaia and Indra in the pit. I'm not stooping to you guys' level and start killing people.'

I was busy thinking about my friendship with Octavia, I barely heard what Bellamy said. This all suddenly felt so stupid to me, what was the point of even fighting anymore?

All of the people I've cared about were gone; Marcus, Bellamy and now Octavia. Raven probably would just laugh at my face once she sees what I've turned into. She would be shameful of me, I would never expect my sister to stay by my side after all of the mess I've made.

'Do you think I like doing all of this shit? I don't enjoy seeing people die or killing them. I sure don't want to see you die.'

'I don't know who you are anymore, Reyes. I don't know what you like or hate, I don't even know if you love me.'

'Of course I love you.' Why wouldn't I? After I lost everything down here, Bellamy was the only person I ever thought about. 'You were the reason I kept going. The reminder of your voice telling me to survive, for you.'

Everyday down at the bunker, I always thought of the what-ifs. What if I stayed with Jasper in Arkadia and spent the rest of my shortened life happy? What if I refused to give Echo or even Emori the suit and went up to The Ring with Bellamy?

I know that one thing was for certain; any of the choices would've been better than spending six years of hell under this bunker. It turned me to someone I hated; I was no better than my parents, Pike or even Emerson that traumatized me for so long. I've become them.

'Bellamy...' I called for his name, 'The day we first met, I hated you for treating people the way you did. I hated what you did with Pike and I judged you for that. All those times of me preaching to be good and now I've become worse than any of the people that we've ever met. I'm sorry that I've changed and I'm sorry that you had to see me like this.'

Even when Abby blackmailed me to kill Wonkru, I knew it was wrong. Just as Marcus always said, we always have a choice. I had a choice to stand up and call her out, instead I hid behind and took innocent lives. I've failed at becoming a great leader and now, I realized that all the anger I had these years was toward myself.

Looking at Bellamy one more time would've just pained me even more, I had to walk away from his cell. Instead, I walked straight to look for Octavia. I had to try to talk her out on the punishment her brother was going to face.

The idea of Octavia basically throwing Indra's life away still didn't sit right with me. I was more sad and upset than angry that she would do such thing.

As I was headed toward Octavia's office, I felt a tug on my arm. 'Y/N!'

'Monty?' I was surprised to see him, also surprised that he was willing to talk to me. 'W-what are you going here?'

'I was looking for Octavia but found you instead. Look! Look what I have.' His smile always cheered me up; Even at times like this he was positive.

Before I asked him what it was, he brought out a pot filled with flowers. 'Why do you have that?'

'Flowers, Y/N! Can you believe it?! How long has it been since we've seen something this beautiful?' He grinned widely, 'Cooper gave me her hydrofarm right before she died but guess what? It still works. We can have enough crops growing to feed us. We don't have to storm into Shallow Valley and instead, we can live here.'

I couldn't find a word to say as I was processing everything that Monty said to me. All these years when we feared for our life ending stopped right at this moment.

We had never had any source of food other than eating human meat for a very long time. The fact that we didn't have to fight our way into a warzone to live made me feel relieved. This was a feeling that I haven't had in a while.

Monty noticed that I hadn't reacted to his good news, 'Are you alright?'

'Yeah... yeah.' I paused, then looked at Monty as I bit my lips. 'How do you do it? Be a good person all the time and being everyone's light?'

His brows raised, perhaps he was surprised that I wasn't acting hostile for once. After all, I have been a bitch ever since we crawled out from the bunker. 'Long time ago, a certain someone was walking in the same shoes as me.'

'No, no Monty. I've always had my ups and downs starting with the whole Jasper situation.' I chuckled, a bit embarrassed. 'I was a mess and I guess I am right now too. But you Monty, you're always so pure and have good judgment.'

Monty gave a light smile, 'It's hard especially at a time like this. I miss the last six years in the Ring where we had none of this chaos.'

My heart broke for him; Spacekru was happy up there, thinking and expecting that Octavia and I were doing great down here too. Instead they came down to this disfunctional family and was dragged into the mess that we made.

'I'm sorry for making you guys' life a living hell. You guys don't deserve this.'

'I can't really say it's not your fault because it kind of is.' He chuckled, 'But seems like you've slowly started to show effort already. It doesn't sound like Skafaiya that I'm talking to.'

'Definitely not her and I think I'm done being Skafaiya.' She was someone I thought was a savior for Wonkru, instead she was terror that everyone feared.

'Seeing you again after saving you guys from the bunker made me think that you've lost your ways forever. I thought that the Y/N that everyone loved and respected was gone.' Monty nodded, 'Turns out I was wrong.'

A smile formed on my face, appreciating the way he handled everything considering that he had every right to hate me. As I was about to thank him, I smelled something burning.

Monty and I looked at each other, confused to why something was burning inside the bunker. Curiously, we both followed the smoke that eventually led into the hydrofarm.

There stood Blodreina, smirking as she stared at the fire as it burned down our last resort of food. The whole farm were now into flames; everything that Monty built for us to survive was gone.

‘Octavia!’ I placed my hand on her shoulders, worried that she was too close to the fire. ‘You’re going to hurt yourself.’

‘What did you do!’ Monty yelled with his fist balled up.

‘No, no she didn’t do this.’ I disagreed with Monty, knowing that there was no way Octavia would demolish our options to survive. ‘O, you didn’t do this right?’

She bit her lip as she turned her head to my direction. ‘Wonkru is going to march into Shallow Valley and take what we deserve. Burning this farm down is the only way to survive.’

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[arckook]

to the stars - two

one 

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader, park jimin x reader

au: zombie apocalypse

warnings: violence, gore, gunshots, implications of cannibalism

word count: 5.2k

description: It was always you, and Jimin, and your best friend Jihyun.But fate, regardless of whether you believed in it or not, had other plans for you.Jimin told you once, “It’s a tough road to the stars."Nowadays it was hard to believe the stars were somewhere you could reach.

You knew Jungkook didn't like you. You also didn't like Jungkook, as you had clearly told him within your first couple hours of knowing him. However, you thought, honestly thought, that because humans were a social species and all that, that he might talk to you at some point while you walked.

You were severely wrong in that assumption.

You didn't like the forest. Frankly, it scared the shit out of you, knowing that infected, with their graying skin and decomposing bodies, blended in really well with trees and shrubbery. It scared you and you wanted to ignore that, which you usually did by talking. Jihyun also liked to talk. But Jihyun wasn't here.

"Do you even know where we're going?" you asked, getting frustrated after many attempts of trying to get Jungkook to respond to you over the past few hours. "It's getting dark and we're still in the middle of the damn woods." He glanced over at you, eyes pointed. "Clearly most of the infected are on the outskirts of the woods, so I'm going the opposite direction." "How do you know?" you further questioned, looking up at him skeptically. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "The road we were on was northbound. The sun is setting that way," he pointed to your right. "Meaning that behind us is north and we are currently going south. We'll keep going south until we get out of the forest." He looked at you again, brow raised. "How the hell have you survived this long without knowing directions?" You scoffed. "Of course I know directions. I just didn't know why you decided to go this way." Jungkook rolled his eyes again. "Yeah, okay."

And you were plunged back into silence.

The sun had set, and the two of you were still walking, without talking. Jungkook had pulled a flashlight from his backpack (which you were thankful he'd brought, because you didn't know if what was in yours was enough for two people) and had continued without telling you anything more about the trek you were making.

"Are we going to sleep at all?" you asked, looking around nervously. It bothered you that your vision of infected had lessened further with the oncome of the night. Jungkook brushed his hair back, sighing. "I don't want to stop moving when we can't tell what's going on around us." You bit your lip, but nodded. You guessed he was right. It was only that once you both got tired, whether you were still walking or not, your senses would not be heightened enough to realize if infected were coming for you.

You trudged along, going back to twisting at your ring like you had been doing, when Jungkook grabbed your hand. "Stop doing that," he snapped lowly. "It's getting annoying." "How can you even see me doing it?" you shot back, pulling your hand away from his. "And how is it annoying?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "I just don't like fidgeting." "Oh, sorry," you retorted dramatically. "Should I have warned you about that before I came along with you?" Jungkook scoffed. "Whatever. Just stop, it's distracting me." "Distracting you from the act of walking? I didn't realize it took you so much focus to walk." you said, chuckling maliciously. "God must hate me to force me into being stuck with you." Jungkook said, more to himself than to you. You rolled your eyes as he had, and opened your mouth to reply when you heard the unmistakable sound of a foot stepping on dry leaves.

You froze, grabbing Jungkook's arm and immediately looking down to check if there were any under either of you. "What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, obviously annoyed. "Shh," you hushed, head whipping around, squinting to try and catch any figures around you. Jungkook seemed to catch on that you'd heard something and his expression furrowed, keenly listening. "I don't hear anything," he whispered after a few seconds, so quietly that you could barely hear him. "I heard someone step on leaves," you spoke back just as softly. Jungkook nodded, carefully pivoting with the flashlight. The light swept over the trees surrounding you, but nothing else was evident. You dug your nails into your palm, knowing that you hadn't heard wrong. "It was probably an animal." Jungkook said, though his voice stayed at the volume you'd been speaking in. "No–" you started, before a bullet whizzed past your ear and landed a few feet in front of you, the noise of the shot only registering a second later, making you and Jungkook both jump in surprise.

It was you, this time, who sprung into action quickly, after being put on edge by the crunching sound. You tightened your grip on Jungkook's arm and immediately swerved in a snake pattern, watching your feet to make sure you didn't step on anything that would give you away. You heard the click of the flashlight as Jungkook turned it off, plunging you both into blackness, while you continued weaving slowly through the trees.

"Come out, come out, whereever you are!" A sing-song voice projected from your right, causing you to spin harshly and tug Jungkook the opposite way. You could hear his low breathing, much faster than it had been only a few minutes ago. "Why are you hiding, little birds?" Your mind was racing. What the fuck was going on? Was this one of the people who had been chasing Jungkook, Dayeon, and their friend earlier? How had he tracked you this far? You had to be miles away from where you'd picked them up.

Jungkook slipped his hand into yours, gripping it tightly as he redirected you two, towards the voice. You wanted desperately to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing, but you knew if you spoke you were both dead.

"Where are you, little birds?" the singing voice continued, its timbre making you shiver in fear. You guessed Jungkook felt it as he squeezed your hand, probably to try and reassure you as you came closer to the voice. You held in whimpers that were stuck in your closed throat, wondering what in God's name Jungkook was thinking and how you were going to get out of this– if this crazy motherfucker had been able to track you two for... for who knows how long before you noticed, he had to be extremely aware, there was no way you would be able to just slip past him.

Suddenly you could make out the back of a person a few feet in front of you, and you wondered briefly how you'd managed to get behind the stalker before he spun around, greeting you and Jungkook with a wild grin and a rifle to your heads.

"Ah, you found me!" the man spoke jubilantly, his eyes wide enough to freak you out considerably. You were frozen in fear, silently begging Jungkook to do all the talking– he was, after all, the one to get you into this situation. "What brings you to my woods, little birds?" "Running from infected." Jungkook replied, his voice a thousand times calmer than you had expected it to be. You looked up at him, certain that you looked as panicked as you felt.

"Of course," replied the man, not lowering his gun. "Most birdies who come here are." He cackled, and you squeezed Jungkook's hand harder. The man seemed to notice, because he moved the nose of his rifle down to your joined hands. "Oh, do we have a little couple here? How cute!" "I suggest you lower that rifle," said Jungkook, just as calmly as he had spoken before. You had no clue how he was pretending to be so unbothered by the situation. The man laughed, a bellowing, haunting sound that went on for much too long for it to be normal. "You think you're the one in control here, little bird? That's just funny!" He cocked the gun at your head rather than Jungkook's. "I think she'll be the one to go first. I'll shoot her dead and then you can come watch me cut her up."

You gagged at the back of your throat. This man was not a scavenger. He wasn't just going to kill you for your weapons and your food. He was going to kill you to eat you.

"Then," continued the man, still grinning madly as he stepped closer, eyeing you up and down. "You, and me, and all my little pets, can have her for a nice warm dinner. She's pretty, did you know that pretty birds always taste the best?" You felt Jungkook stiffen beside you, the only clue you had so far to indicate that he was just as uncomfortable and afraid as you. "She'll help fatten you up, and then I'll cut you up in a few days, just like her."

"Why are there no infected in this part of the woods?" Jungkook asked, changing the topic quickly. The man looked surprised for a moment, before his maniacal grin returned. "So you noticed?" he asked, seeming impressed. "I did mention my pets, didn't I? They get the scraps. They might like her," he gestured his rifle at you. "pretty neck to chew on. Or maybe her feet. Something you and I can't really enjoy." You felt bile rise up in your throat. "You're fucking crazy," you breathed, realizing just how far gone this man was.

A shot landed by your foot unexpectedly and you jumped, yelping.

"I don't like prey that talks back," the man growled, his face setting. "I guess its time for you to sleep now, pretty birdie."

He brought up his gun, and in the same second, Jungkook shoved you forcefully back behind him, swinging his own gun off his shoulder and shooting in the same second that the man in front of you did. You heard a second shot go off as you hit the ground, scrambling up as soon as you could and pulling out your pistol, sprinting around Jungkook and setting your aim on the man , who was bleeding profusely from his stomach. He coughed up spurts of blood, spitting out a tooth as his wide, psychotic eyes found yours, his grin returning for a split second before you pulled the trigger, watching his skull burst open, brain matter and blood spilling out onto the grass under him.

You watched for a moment, stunned, before you dropped your gun and fell to your knees, vomiting profusely, your entire body heaving as you retched liquid bile onto the ground in front of you, some of it springing up and catching in your hair. You put all your weight on your hands, breathing deeply and fast to try and recover, shaking violently, the world around you not coming into focus until you heard a low groaning from nearby.

You rolled to the side, not having the strength to push yourself up yet but thinking maybe infected were in these woods and you and Jungkook were yet again about to die– Jungkook!

The groaning noise was coming from him, sprawled out on the ground a few feet away. It was still pitch black and you couldn't make out what was wrong with him, so you crawled over to his vague shape and found the flashlight he'd dropped after sweeping your hand across the ground around him, clicking it on. The light showing what had happened to him made more acid rise up in your throat before you swallowed it down, still shaking as you pushed the collar of his shirt aside to see a bullet stuck inside the space between his shoulder and his collarbone.

"Fuck," you whispered, seeing the way Jungkook was gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading up on his forehead as he groaned again, a sound coming out that resembled your name. You didn't know what to do– you were in the middle of the woods, all you had in your backpack in terms of pain medicine was a couple Advils that you'd found in a kitchen cabinet weeks ago. Your first aid kit was in the car. "Get the– get the bullet out," Jungkook hissed, opening his eyes. They were glassy, making you even more nervous. "With what?" you stammered, still gripping onto the fabric of his shirt. "In my bag," he grunted. You nodded frantically, before realizing where his bag was. "Jungkook," you said, biting your lip. "You have to sit up."

Jungkook also seemed to realize where his bag was, and he cringed momentarily before lifting his head first, sucking in a deep breath and holding it as you slipping your other hand under his neck, providing some extra support to push him into a sitting position. He let out a long gasp of pain as soon as he was up, and you continued chewing on your lip, hating that he was going through this with you instead of someone he actually trusted.

You pulled his backpack off his shoulders, Jungkook hissing lowly as the strap caught briefly over the bullet wound before you swung it over to your lap, opening the bag impatiently and digging through, looking for some sort of medical kit. "Tweezers," Jungkook grimaced as he spoke. "Front pocket." You nodded, unzipping it and finding a plastic bag with a few toiletries, your fingers shaking as you managed to find the tweezers, almost dropping them before getting a good hold and pressing one hand into Jungkook's back to steady him. You almost began before you realized he might scream out in pain, and despite the stalker psycho saying he had all the infected in these woods holed up somewhere, you didn't quite believe that. You quickly pulled off the flannel you had on over your t-shirt and ripped off a good chunk of fabric, balling it up and shoving it in Jungkook's mouth before he had time to question what you were doing.

As you readjusted yourself, tweezers nearing the opening in his skin, one of his hands came up to grip onto your thigh. You looked at him in confusion, but his eyes were shut again, teeth gritted again, and you figured he needed something to hold onto to brace himself against the pain.

You took a deep breath, deciding this was not the time to be afraid of something you had never done before, and carefully shifted the wound over, trying to open up the bullet hole a little to make it easier to dig into. Jungkook grunted deeply, his fingers digging into your thigh. You winced, biting your lip, before resolving yourself, and plunging the tweezers into the hole. A scream of pain ripped out of Jungkook's throat, so loud it startled you and the tweezers inside his skin jolted, causing another gravelly cry to sound just beside your head. You could feel Jungkook shaking, his fingers pressing what you were sure would be bruises into your thigh. You tried to ignore that, ignore the desperate 'please stop's that he was whimpering through the fabric in his mouth, ignore how he was trembling and so were you as you brought your face closer to his wound, wanting this to just be over.

"Please, please, Y/N," you could make out of Jungkook's quavering voice. "Stop, stop, please," "I can't," you choked out, hand pressing into his back to try and get him to stop moving. "Please," he begged, another short scream escaping him as you finally, finally dinged something else metal with your tweezers. You knew this part would hurt him the most, as you had to spread his muscle even further to get a hold of the bullet. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook," you croaked, bracing yourself. You opened the tweezers and grabbed onto the bullet all at once, trying to block out the way Jungkook was heaving, strangled, terrifying cries ripping out of him as you did your best to yank out the bullet as quickly as possible.

You threw it to the side as soon as it was out, pulling the fabric he'd been biting onto out of his mouth and pressing it to the wound, trying to staunch the blood that would soon start pouring out. Jungkook was panting heavily, hand still gripping onto your thigh hard enough that it was hurting you. You ignored the pain though, knowing he was in far more than you were, and just grit your teeth as you held the fabric of your flannel to his wound, not really knowing how long it had to stay there.

A few minutes passed before Jungkook peeled his fingers away from your leg and took hold of the fabric where he'd been shot, lightly pushing your hand away. You sat back from your kneeling position, feeling your legs throb from how long you'd been like that.

"Thanks," Jungkook finally croaked out, looking over at you with sweat-soaked bangs and a tired, gaunt expression. "Don't thank me yet, you need to stitch that up," you said, realizing that just because you'd gotten the bullet out of him didn't mean he was all good. You got to your feet, tightening the straps of your backpack around your shoulders and leaning down to pick his up too, knowing it was too heavy for you but also knowing there was no way Jungkook would carry it. "Can you stand?" Jungkook nodded, pressing his weight onto his left hand where he wasn't injured and pushing himself up off the ground.

"We need to get out of here," you muttered to yourself, picking up the flashlight you'd set down and sweeping the light across the ground to find anything else you'd dropped. Jungkook replied as you walked over to your pistol, reminding you that you had in fact thrown up just a few minutes ago and that was probably why you were still violently shaking. "No," he said. "That crazy motherfucker has a house around here. He has to." You turned to him, skeptical. "Jungkook, we don't know that." "We do," he insisted, walking to you and cringing when he lifted his arm to gesture. "He said he was going to have us for dinner, and that he has infected as pets. They obviously aren't just running loose so he has to have some kind of house." You bit your lip. "What if we find something in there we wish we hadn't, though?" you mumbled, looking off into the trees. "Y/N." said Jungkook, with a tone that made you look up and meet his eyes. "Be rational. Please, I can't keep moving when I can't even protect us." You were surprised at his wordchoice, and as soon as he finished speaking he also seemed to realize what he'd said. Protect us. Meaning that it wasn't you, and him, separate, anymore. "Yeah, okay," you breathed, looking away. "You're right. What way do you think?" "I don't..." he trailed off and you looked back, brow furrowing when you saw how pale he was. You hurried over, throwing his good arm over your shoulder and getting him to lean some weight in you. "What are you doing? I'm fine," Jungkook mumbled, and as you glanced up at his face you could see his eyes drooping shut. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you swore as you saw blood seeping through the fabric he had pressed to his wound. "Okay, Jungkook, just stay awake, I'm gonna find the house, okay?" "Mmm," he replied softly. You shifted, adjusting your weight and his on top of yours, knowing this was going to be a long night.

Jungkook was on the verge of passing out the entire time that you slowly trudged through the forest, tears nearly springing to your eyes with how frustrated and anxious you were about the entire situation. You'd taken to humming songs from before the outbreak, stupid annoying pop songs that bothered him enough to keep him awake. Every so often you had to replace the fabric pressed to Jungkook's wound, trying to keep him from losing too much blood. You knew it was getting risky, though, and were starting to feel like he had to be wrong about the man having a house nearby.

"Y/N," Jungkook whispered from beside you as you started humming Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, which you'd played on piano as a child. "Y/N," he repeated, more urgently. "Shhh, Jungkook, don't waste energy," you interrupted your humming to say absentmindedly. "No, Y/N, there it is," he said, tapping your shoulder with his arm slung around you to get your attention. You squinted to get a better look at what he was talking about and realized that he was right– there, probably only a hundred feet away, was a cabin surrounded by an iron fence. And infected, loads of them, with collars on, chained to the fence.

"Jesus," you breathed, stopping in your tracks. "How are we supposed to just get past those?" Jungkook didn't respond, and you glanced over at him as more of his weight slumped onto you, realizing that he was starting to actually pass out. "Jungkook!" you hissed, snapping your fingers in his face, but it did not good. You almost broke into tears right then and there– what if those infected weren't chained short enough to where they wouldn't reach you as you entered the house? What if the man had some pals waiting at home for him and as soon as you stepped inside, you and Jungkook were both killed? You knew you couldn't think like that right now, though, if you wanted Jungkook to have a chance of living. You needed to sew up his bullet wound otherwise he'd bleed out and you'd be left alone in the middle of nowhere, and although you didn't want to admit it to his face, Jungkook seemed like he knew a lot more about survival than you did, and you needed his help to get back to Jihyun and up north.

You sighed deeply, resolving yourself. You were going to walk in there and go straight past the infected and into the cabin, weapons drawn to protect yourself. But... you knew you would have to do it without Jungkook– if anything went wrong, you couldn't have him weighing you down, as terrible as it sounded.

You approached the cabin, but a few feet away from the gate, you walked a bit left and pushed Jungkook's weight off of you, slowly lowering him down so that he was sitting, leant against a tree. You tried a couple times to wake up so you could tell him what you were doing, but he was out cold. You bit your lip– if he woke up alone like this, not knowing where you were... You shook off your thoughts, sending Jungkook a silent goodbye and good luck just in case you actually did die. For good measure, you swung his backpack off your shoulder and propped it up against him, before standing and facing the cabin.

"Here goes nothing," you muttered to yourself, clicking the safety off on your pistol as you approached the fence.

The gate was shut, but you pushed it open with ease. You guessed the man from earlier had the utmost faith that nobody was ever going to get past him and find his house. Or, like you'd briefly thought, there was a gang of crazies inside the cabin that didn't care if you came to explore, cause they'd just shoot you and eat you. Yeah, positive thinking was definitely your strong suit.

You grit your teeth and braced yourself as you heard low growls and noises of clicking jaws from around you, eyes sweeping over the chained up infected anxiously as you took quiet, precarious steps down the center pathway leading to the front door of the cabin.

Suddenly, one of them lunged for you, and you jumped backwards, unable to help the high yelp that escaped your throat as you stared into the pale grey bloodshot eyes of the infected that had been stopped in front of you. Its disgusting warm and foul breath swept over your face, making you cough in revulsion as you stepped back, taking a moment to recompose yourself before you passed the infected by, continuing down the path as you slowly felt less afraid, knowing that even if the things came after you, the chains would hold them back. It felt like hours to get to the front door, even if it was probably only a couple minutes. You let out a sigh of relief when you reached it, leaning against the dark wood for a moment before you stood straight and put your hand on the doorknob, turning briefly to look behind you through the yard full of infected to try and see Jungkook. You squinted and craned your neck, but you'd hidden him away well.

You carefully twisted the doorknob, breathing silent thanks when the door clicked open without any problems. You weren't really feeling the whole 'shoot the lock' thing right now, being surrounded by infected and all. You pushed the door open, immediately swinging to the side of the house in fear of being shot at straight away. When nothing happened for a few seconds, you ducked your head into the cabin, brow furrowing at how empty it was. Nervously, you took a few steps inside, cringing at how your boots clicked against the polished wood of the floor. You gripped your gun tightly, eyes sweeping meticulously over every part of the cabin. It was small, you realized. You'd thought it wouldn't be massive, but it was smaller than expected. Just one large mostly empty room that you were currently in as well as two doors next to each other across from you. You were relieved to see a couch in the room you were in now, though, thinking of Jungkook and how you had to stitch his bullet wound. Speaking of Jungkook, you needed to hurry up.

Feeling more confident, you walked over to the first of the two doors, still holding tightly onto your pistol, finger ready at the trigger before you swung the door open, unsure of what to expect. It was a bedroom. A perfectly regular bedroom, with a queen-sized bed and two nightstands on either side, a dresser to the left. You bit your lip, feeling like something was missing from this house.

The other room was a bathroom, although it looked like it hadn't been used (and also, cleaned) in centuries. That told you exactly what kind of person the psycho from before had been. The apocalypse didn't mean hygiene was something to sacrifice completely.

You frowned as you stepped back into the living room, trying to shake off your feelings of incompletion in terms of the contents of this house. You walked around the perimeter of the room, checking twice to make sure it was safe before deciding to go back and Jungkook.

Shouts of peril made you whip towards the door, trying to distinguish if it was Jungkook's voice. "Y/N!" Well that cleared that up, it was definitely Jungkook.

You sprinted out the door and down the path of the garden to see him pushing himself off the tree, stumbling as he stood.

"Jungkook," you called as you made it to the gate, catching his attention. "It's okay, I'm fine, come inside." He frowned as he matched your gaze, walking towards you, clutching his wounded shoulder while you pushed open the gate to let him in. "It's really okay in there?" he asked skeptically. You slung his arm over your shoulders again, to which he scoffed. "I can walk just fine." "I told you to save your energy." you said, rolling your eyes. You saw him look down at you, but didn't bother trying to read his eyes as you walked him down the path of infected. "God, this is so fucked up," Jungkook mumbled as the chained monsters snapped their jaws at you, flinging themselves forward only to be yanked back. "How are you just casually walking through this?" "I went through all the being freaked out like ten minutes ago already." you replied, getting to the front door and helping Jungkook inside, directing him to the couch as you walked back outside. "Going to grab your bag!" you called lightly into the house, feeling a lot more at rest. Of course, the infected being right outside where you were planning to sleep was not much of a reassurance, but after they'd lunged at you and not broken the chains, you felt pretty secure.

You returned within a few minutes, walking back inside with Jungkook's backpack, shutting the door behind you. He was doing like you'd told him and had lain down on the couch, although he propped himself up on his hood arm when you entered.

"Have you ever stitched a bullet wound before?" he questioned, already looking pale again. You winced as you pulled his shirt and the fabric pressed to the wound away to see the gaping, bloody hole. "Can't say I have," you said, cringing at how unsure of yourself you sounded. "God, I wish I just let you take the shot, this would be so much simple if I was patching you up." Jungkook groaned as he slumped back. You rolled your eyes, but muttered a thanks for that as you searched through Jungkook's bag, assuming you would find some sort of needle and thread. You did, in the same place the tweezers had been, but realized there was no way he could go through another round of intense pain with no help. "Wait a moment," you said quickly, to which Jungkook groaned again.

You stood, walking over to the kitchen cabinets and opening them all until you found a bottle of tequila. Can always count on crazies to keep hard liquor in their house, even after the apocalypse.

You handed it to Jungkook as you kneeled by the couch, getting the needle and thread ready, ripping it with your teeth. He got the memo, chugging a lot more than you'd actually intended for him to. "You're going to throw up tomorrow," you said absentmindedly as you ripped the thread off with your teeth. As you looked up at him resting the bottle in the crook of his arm, you were suddenly reminded intensely of someone else. Jungkook must have noticed your pause because he furrowed his brow. "Hey, idiot," he said, snapping his fingers. "Please hurry the fuck up."

You shook off your moment of nostalgia and nodded, standing and crouching over him, slipping his arm out of his sleeve to get a better look as he hissed when the wound was open to air again. "Is this going to get infected?" you asked, looking at Jungkook nervously. He chewed on his lip. "...I hope not." You frowned at that answer, but gestured for him to take another swig of the tequila before leaning in to begin.

Jungkook had fallen asleep as soon as you finished stitching up the bullet hole. He hadn't shown as much obvious pain as when you took the bullet out, so you were feeling relieved, but now you were sitting by the couch with nothing to do, nobody to talk to.

You leaned your head against the couch, sighing deeply as you let your eyes shut. You could only hope that tomorrow would fare better for the both of you.