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Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

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After receiving a house from your mysterious late uncle. You move in and strange things begin to happen. Making you realize there may have been a reason that your uncle was so estranged.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. This is another installment of my Pillar Men series. It once again got more out of hand than I expected. But I still like the way it turned out. Also I left a hint at what the final story will be.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

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You had always thought the long lost relative leaving you a house was just a punchline. But when it happens to you, we'll you can only hope it's not a joke. Having recently graduated from college. It was wonderful to have one part of your future figured out. If only you knew just how oblivious you had been.

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Esidisi had enjoyed his time with Robert. The older man was always a riot to mess with. Not to mention his devotion to the supernatural was what brought him to the house in the first place. When the man passed, he couldn't help but expect him to also become a ghost. You could assume something like that after years dealing with the paranormal. Some of it had to rub off on the bachelor. However, luck didn't seem to be on either of their sides. What was a poltergeist to do with all this free time.

Then you showed up. You had this energy to you. It was similar to your uncle, but had an alluring pull to it. Though that wasn't the only thing that had him following you like a lost puppy. Your sweet personality and luscious figure was almost more than he could handle. It was like the gods themselves made you. Not that that had stopped him from playing pranks on you.

First was moving things. He would make it obvious. Your chapstick would find it's way out of your bag and onto the coffee table. That spoon you could have sworn you put in the sink. Was now in the same place you had picked it up from. Shrugging you seemed to write it off as forgetfulness.

Next was the odd noises. The creek of a stair when you were the only one in the house. A wind whistling through, even if all the windows were closed. Not to mention the occasional deep voice that would echo into the night. But you took it all in stride. Going as far to answer his ghoulish howls. You were to pure for this world.

He was close to revealing himself to you. If not for the shock, then so you would only acknowledge him. That was until he showed up.

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You were browsing through the library. It was your favorite place in the old house. You could waste away the day in a place like this. It had literature across every surface. A suprising amount of it happened to be on the supernatural. An overstuffed armchair was situated in one corner. Along with an ornate reading lamp and a side table with many mug rings littering the surface.

It was a place that made you wish you had spent more time with your uncle. There was a time when you were young and he would come around. But memories of those moments always seemed fuzzy. Still the library sang an alluring siren's song of knowledge that you couldn't resist.

He couldn't help but praise your uncle for having this room. He was never one for reading. Watching how it made your eyes light up and the smile it brought to your angelic face. It was enough to make tears well in his eyes. This was your special getaway, so he kept his pranks away from this area. If only to enjoy your tittering and comfort a moment longer.

A knock rang out, startling the both of you. You hadn't been expecting anyone. Cautiously making your way to the front door, your face bloomed in happy surprise. Swiftly opening the door, you smiled at the young blonde man. “Ceasar, what are you doing here?”

He sent a dazzling grin your way and stepped towards you. Sweeping you up into a tight hug. “How could I stay away from a bellissimo woman such as yourself. Also it just so happens that I had some family that lives close by. So it was a win win as you say.” He kept a hand on your lower back and said. “Now why not give me a tour of this wonderful place you've inherited.”

“Sure, I can't wait to show you everything. My uncle even has a private library. Can you believe how amazing that is.” You rambled about the splendor of the home you now owned.

All the while a pouting poltergeist followed the pair. It was one thing for a guest to come by unannounced. But to put his hands on you and act so familiar. It was enough to send him into a sobbing rage. No matter, all he would have to do is plot against this Ceasar. And if there was one thing he would NOT allow is for the other man to step foot in the library. It was a room of great importance. For it's former and current owner, it held many great and secret things. To allow it to be snooped through by the wrong person would be disastrous.

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As the visits became more and more frequent, he knew that he needed to intervene. It started with items that the blonde would convently trip over. A cord here or a shoe there. Either way they would only appear in the man's path, never yours.

Turning up the temperature had only backfired for the aberration. The blonde didn't seem phased in the slightest. While you on the other hand slipped out of your sweatshirt. Leaving you in a tank top for both men to ogle away at your deliciously plush body. If it had been him alone, he would have enjoyed his fill of the glorious sight of you. But having the pleasure shared rubbed him the wrong way. So the temperature suddenly dipped and you layered up.

When that didn't cause enough of a problem. The lights would malfunction in any room he happened to be alone in. From flickering sporadically, to turning off completely. Only to be fine when he called you over to see the problem. Still the man kept returning.

The ghost finally saw a crack in his mask. When a sudden breeze caused a door to slam in his pretty face. He cursed loudly and excused himself to the bathroom. The specter followed, wanting to reveal in his victory. But the sight of the man's reflection halted any celebration. The unmistakable features of an incubus showed in the mirror. The long horns, pointed ears, and large wing tucked against his body. His crimson eyes glared at the his own reflection, before shifting over to Esidisi. “You know this won't stop my pursuit of her.”

His eyes narrowed at the hell spawn. “Do you think she'd feel the same after finding out what you truly are?”

The blonde was quick to click his tongue at the response. “And how would she feel about sharing a house with a specter? I'm sure she would love to know just how little privacy this house holds.” His tone had become venomous.

What little color the afterlife allow covered his cheeks. “I have never encroached on her private moments. Unlike a horn dog like you, I'm sure.”

He snarled at the accusation. “I have never laid an unconsensual finger on her. I wouldn't need to with the energy she exudes anyways. We have held a strictly platonic relationship.” He frowned at the confession.

A smirk settled on the ghost expression. “Much to your disappointment, I assume.”

This caused the incubus to glare at the mirror once more. Answering the other man's query without words. Leaving the room swiftly, he only wished a ghost could properly have a door slammed in it's face.

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He had decided it was time, he desperately needed to reveal his presence. If not to get your attention, than to let you know the danger you were in. Steeling his nerves, he glided into the library. It seemed the most appropriate place to show himself to you. He couldn't recall just how long he had admire you in the space. It was time to return the favor.

Settling across from you, as you reclined in the overstuffed armchair. He shifted into a more corporeal form. He expected a gasp or scream even. But you had yet to look away from your book. Making his way towards you. He placed his hand on the pages and lowered it to your lap. He braced for your reaction once again. But was shocked when you only blinked up at him.

Mouth parting delicately, you said. “So he wasn't insane.” Shooting up from your seat, you dash over to a nearby bookcase. Rummaging through the different volumes you begin to ramble. “So his journals weren't fiction. But that means….” You trailed off and faced the ghost once more. “That means I'm not insane.” Rushing back to him, you took his hand into your own. Shaking it enthusiastically, you beamed up at him.

He looked just as your uncle had described him. Fluffy white hair, x shaped mark on his face, and tanned muscled body. Though as a faint flush took over your face, from excitement or embarrassment, you weren't sure. You couldn't help the way your eyes sweeped over him. He was quite the sight, living or otherwise. “I'm (Y/N), but I'm sure you know that. And you're Esidisi, my uncle wrote all about you.”

This was as much of a shock as you not being bother by him. “About me?” He gave you a quizzical look as his brows furrowed together.

Gripping his hand in your own. You thought back on the fondness your uncle wrote about the poltergeist. It seemed his friendship was something he could always look forward to coming home to. “Oh yes. About your pensions for pranks and harassing unwanted guest.”

This caused him to come out of his content daydream of spending the day conversing away. There was threat looming over you that he wouldn't stand for. “You mustn't spend anymore time with Ceasar. He is out to devour you.”

You fully flushed as far as your ears at that admission. “What makes you say that?”

Your blushing confused face was a pleasant sight. But he had only a moment to savor it. “He is an Incubus. You are not safe around the likes of a creature such as him. He seems to have his sights set on you. And intends to follow you to the ends of the earth to ensnare you.”

Shaking your head you frowned. “But that doesn't make sense. We met in college and he always had a partner. From what I can tell he isn't interested in me romantically.”

He wanted to shake you. Who wouldn't be interested in you. Between you soft pliable body, kindness, and curious nature. Well it was nigh impossible to not want to pursue you. Besides he had seen how the two of you interacted when alone. The blonde would all but fall over himself to fulfill any request you made. “If you will not believe me. Then their must be something in Speedwagon's journal about identifying them.”

You fidgeted under his gaze. It hurt to not take his word for it. You had read so much about him in the journals that it felt like you were already friends. But you were friends with Ceasar and had been for years. Still as you glanced up at the behemoth of a ghost you felt a pull of familiarity. “OK, I'll do some research. But I want you to cool it on the harassing him until I get something a bit more solid.”

He placed a hand to his chest and bowed. “I swear it.” But the mischievous smirk on his handsome face made you think otherwise.

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The next few days were hectic. Between balancing life and Research, you saw supernatural creatures everytime your eyes closed. From an interesting tale of a human warrior and a dragon. The government allowing Werewolves to live in National Parks. To the story of a Gorgon taking in strays. It was a lot to take in after being told that this world was only a fairytale. But you persevered and found every bit of information you could on Incubus.

Esidsi watched over you tirelessly, at least for a ghost that is. He would bring you warm drinks to keep your spirits up. Always remind you when it was time to take a meal break. It made him regret not revealing himself sooner. To think of the time you could have spent together. He especially loved the quirk you had developed of reading out loud for him. It was nice that you would include him in your research. No matter, you were spending time together now.

“Why not catch his reflection in a mirror?” He thought it would be the simplest solution.

Shaking your head, your eyes stayed on the pages in front of you. “No, he was caught once that way. I'm sure he'd do his best to avoid the same mistake.” You felt guilt talking about your friend this way. But the more you learned about the nightmare creatures, the more you believed he could be one.

He rubbed his chin in thought. “Holy water then. It is sure to bring out his demonic side.”

This caused you to glare at the man. “Also no. I refuse to hurt him. Even if he is a supernatural being. He hasn't harmed me in any way. So I will extend the same courtesy to him.” Fed up with the book in your hands, you reached for another.

Racking his brain for a new suggestion, he frowned. He could see the weight of the situation was baring down on you. Cringing at the same thought that he had been avoiding, he sighed. “You could use your charm to wring the answer from him.”

You were quick to shoot that idea down. “That isn't an option. For one neither of us are interested.” The ghost wanted to scoff at the suggestion that Ceasar wasn't into you. “Not to mention creating a romantic bond with a sexual demon can result in a sort of contract. It would create more problems than solutions.”

Silence fell over the room as you both ran out of options. That was until an intriguing line caught your eye. “Here's something new, listen to this. ‘When an Incubus bathes in moonlight his glamor melts away. Only to fall into a lovers arms in his true form.’ Does that mean moonlight strips them of their disguse?” Looking at him quizzically you only receive a shrug in return. “Now that I think about it, I'm not sure I've ever seen him at night. He usually heads home before the sun sets. This could work.” Darting for the kitchen, a bewildered spirit follows close behind.

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Setting the kettle in the sink, your heart was filled with a heaviness. It was hard knowing there was a chance a close friend was using you. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But the fatigue when he would leave and never coming around at night. They weren't proving his innocents. You had to be sure though. So you prepare for his eminent arrival.

He watched you flit around the kitchen. Torn between your guilt of not trusting a friend and want you to know the truth. Your safety was his top priority. If not from your uncle's request, than his growing fondness for you.

A knock came from the front door. The two of you glance at each other. Your concerned expression shifted to a smile and you nodded. If not to reassure the ghost than perhaps yourself. Heading towards the door, you noticed him vanish into thin air.

Inviting the blonde in you made your way to the kitchen. “Come on, I made some cookies yesterday and want your opinion.” While you had baked them yesterday, it was only in preparation for today.

“Sounds good.” He followed right behind you, he loved your cooking. He also missed your company, though he understood when you had conflicting schedules. He could feel himself drawn to you like a lost ship to a lighthouse. Something about you was unnervingly alluring. Still that didn't stop his eyes from wandering, looking for an unwanted spirit.

Gesturing to the plate of cookies on the dinning table, you head across the room. “I'll put on some tea. I have a blend that should really compliment the flavor of the cookies.” Turning on the tap, you glanced over your shoulder. He was to preoccupied with the treats to notice that the kettle wasn't under the stream of water. Bringing it over to the stove, you turn on the burner. Then set about preparing the tea and cups.

A pang of guilt surged over you as your gaze met his own. But you had to only remind yourself of what could happen if you didn't prove what he was. One small test to settle your nerves. Even if he wasn't an incubus, there was a chance he could be something else. For goodness sake you were living with a ghost. What your uncle's journals contained had opened your eyes to many possibilities. So a close friend being a Demon right under your nose shouldn't be that surprising.

So lost in your thoughts, you almost jumped as the kettle whistled. Quickly pulling it from the stove top, you took a deep breath. Putting together the drinks, you brought them to the table and sat. Sipping from the cup, you waited in anticipation for his first gulp. It came and there was no change to his appearance. Which made your heart sink in an unexpected way. You never expected for yourself to be disappointed in a negative result. But it may have to do with the way that Esidisi deflated in the corner of your vision.

Suddenly a hand came into veiw. “Are you even listening (Y/N)? I swear it seems like you're looking right through me today.” He pouted at the accusation.

Shaking the thought away, that now seemed ridiculous, you shook your head. “Im sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

He nodded, but his expression was a bit suspicious. “I understand. Are you still job hunting? I've had some troubles with it myself.” He took another sip from his glass.

Movement caught your eye. Worried it would be the poltergeist attempting to throttle the blonde. You were surprised at what it actually was. Two horns started to materialize on his head. Another sip and his ears began to elongate. As he finished of the cup of tea his true form had revealed itself. Your eyes widened in shock.

Noticing the change in your expression, he paused. “What, is there something on my face?” Bringing a hand up to smooth across his face. He was taken aback at the long nails that had appeared on his fingers. Darting a hand to his head, he felt the all to familiar hardness of horns. Mouth falling open, he rushed to explain. “You shouldn't be seeing me this way. This was supposed to happen differently.” He stepped towards you.

Jumping from your seat, you backed into the kitchen. “I wasn't supposed to know. When then? With you were hovering over my sleeping body then?”

His face pinched in anger. “No, I would never do that to you. The time just never seemed right. Please (Y/N).” He brushed a hand against your plush cheek.

Striking his hand from away, you glared. “We've known each other for years Ceasar. Why wouldn't you trust me with something like this?” Tears began gathering in your eyes. You weren't sure if they were from frustration at his lies or your naivety.

Coming closer to you, a sudden look of rage came over his expression. The weight of a warm hand fell on your shoulder. “That isn't the only lie you've told tonight. Weren't you the one that admitted how her delicious body just radiated energy.”

His words rang in your head. The sleepless nights and lack of motivation after Ceasar's visits. Finally the pieces clicked in place. You were only an object to him. Though you had become much more knowledgeable since your last visit. Sliding a hand into your pocket, you glared at the man you had once considered a friend. “You know, I wasn't sure that the tea made with moon water would work. Your disguse was no match for it though. But it wasn't the only thing I found in my research.” Throwing the handful of salt in his furious face, you said. “I banish you from this home.”

Like a whirlwind he surged out of the nearest open window screeching. Darting over you shut and locked it. Placing a line of salt along the sill.

Turning to the ghost, you leapt and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “That was exhilarating!”

Wrapping his arms around you, he savored the feeling of you against him. “You did well little one. But will you not miss him.” He knew the wound was fresh. Still he had to know what your feelings were.

Dropping your arms you looked at him in ernest. “If I was only a source of food for him. Then it was time that I cut him out of my life. Would I have thought it would end like that.” You shrugged and let out a heavy sigh.

He stared at you for a moment. Noticing how much you had grown into the world of the supernatural. A sly smile slipped onto his face. “You know, your uncle left you a bit more than you were told of in his will. Though he did leave it up to me as your protector to decide if you were ready. It seems he was right about you all along.” He paused for a beat, he always was a sucker for tension. “Do you think you are prepared for another adventure?”

Smiling at up him, you said. “Well, that all depends. Will I be allowed to bring along a certain specter?”

Caressing a hand down your arm, he intertwined his fingers with your own. “I don't think that will be an issue.”

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