#something came over me. this hallows eve.

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Charlieverse | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader ― Word count: 2.1k ― Warnings: mentions of alcohol and Halloween costumes (clowns, werewolves, and others).  ― Summary: When Yn decided to go to a Halloween party with her best friend, Charles Leclerc, she did not consider that some of the fantasies would be so close to reality that they would terrify her. But one thing Yn had no idea about too, was Charles’ feelings for her. All Hallow’s Eve is not the most romantic scenario to confess your feelings, but it might be just the perfect one for them.

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There are many sayings about how sharing is caring, and how life feels bigger and better when you do so.

Charles knew this all too well.

He was used to sharing everything with you since he was a kid.

It all started after you forgot your snack at home. He was only five years old then, but he had two brothers so he knew exactly what to do. Little Charles offered to share his bag of colored goldfish and grapes with you. The next day you shared your coloring pencils with him. It started with simple things, and it grew as you both grew older. All through the school years, Charles and you were inseparable, even with his crazy racing schedule. You would take notes for him, he would bring you stories, and you would study together until late hours. You shared your fears, deepest feelings, and even the shame of being underdressed when invited to a party such as now.

“I had no idea people would go this hard,” you state, watching as the Taxi driver came to a halt in front of the big doors. Gathered in front of the mansion were people dressed as all kinds of gore Halloween beings, some of the makeup seeming too real to your liking.

“We can go back home and change if you want,” there’s Charles' tranquil voice. He is always the one to keep his patience even if the world is ending, and you love that about him.

You shake your head, “We would never find something else in time, plus, we’re together, so… here’s to another good story,” you point to your matching costumes, and Charles smiles.

You’re both wearing Spiderman costumes. Though it felt like the best choice, the easiest one, you should have guessed it was too easy and, therefore, not ideal.

Charles gives you one last wink before putting on his mask. You do the same just as he opens the door for you, and hand in hand you walk through the crowd into the house. You cling to your best friend’s arm trying to stay as far away as possible from some of the costumes.

“You sure you’re ok over there?” Charles asks when you’re halfway to the kitchen, and you tighten your grip on his hand.

You nod, “Yeah, just.. That werewolf costume seems too realistic.” And there’s no need for you to explain to him. He knows you like he knows the back of his hand, his favorite track, his most played song. Charles knows that someone planted a seed of fear about some creatures when you were little, and some of the stories have stayed with you even after you grew. It is a bit curious how despite your fears, you still love Halloween, at least the kind of parties you go to where people will dress in a way that clearly shows that they are human beings and meant no harm.

Were you supposed to guess that a certain crazy clown costume was a mere costume after seeing people being killed by those?

You wouldn’t stay to answer that question.

When you finally reach the kitchen, both of you take off the mask to your friends, hugging and making your rounds. Charles grabs you two a drink and you choose to stay there instead of mingling and risking bumping into scary figures.

“Can you get me another of these?” You mouth to Charles pointing at your empty cup. From across the kitchen, he nods, and a few seconds later he’s in front of you with a full cup.

“They were out of ice, is it ok if we share this one?” he asks over the music and you nod. You’re sitting on the counter, and when Charles turns to your friends he stands right between your legs. One of your hands goes to his shoulders, and you keep talking about your costume as if your heart weren’t hammering inside your ribcage, almost coming out from your throat the second his hand finds your knee, holding it so your anxious bounce can cease.

You gulp trying to keep your attention on whatever your friend is talking about because all your mind can focus on is your best friend’s hand on you, his body radiating warmth into yours. And not that it is unusual for Charles to touch it, quite the opposite, he loves to hug and kiss those he cares about, but it’s just lately your heart seemed to wish for a different kind of sharing.

It wants to share the secret touches. It wants to claim hungry kisses, tears of happiness, loud silences, and whispered mysteries. It is as if your heart created a reality where you had all of this with Charles.

Your own Charlie-verse.

The party keeps going in full swing, and Charles never leaves your side for over thirty minutes. He comes and goes always checking if you’re ok and if you want to go with him, but you choose the safety of the counter and your crowd of friends. The conversation is good, and so is the booze, from the kitchen you can see a bit of the living room and the pool area through the glass doors.

And it’s only when part of the girls decide to go dancing that you hop off the counter, and grab Charles’ hands following him in the direction of another crowd of friends. You’re tipsy enough to lace your fingers with his and to tighten your grip when you pass people dressed as clowns, werewolves, and with fake open wounds.

You end up in the pool area in front of Charles, he holds your body protectively against his, while his other hand has a cup you’re still sharing. The conversation is between the group, but every once in a while something will catch his attention and he’ll whisper about it in your ear, to which you’ll slightly turn your head, chuckle, and then answer him.

Though you felt a bit out of place at first with how everyone’s costumes seemed so extra compared to yours, you and Charles have had a lot of fun. So much so that you have given up going back home and decided to share a cab to his apartment.

Half of the ride a tipsy Charles is lecturing you with his “I told you so” about how he suggested you slept at his place and you denied it before the party. You just rest your head on his shoulder and pretend you are listening to his non-stop rant.

As it happens, the driver seems a bit uninterested in Charles’ rant because he turns the music on, and the last song that starts playing when he makes the curve into Charles’ street is Michael Jackson. You shriek and start jumping on the car seat.

“Chérie, it’s late,” your best friend tries to reason, but you just giggle.

“You have soundproof walls.”

“But not windows,” he tries again, and you playfully roll your eyes before getting out of the car wishing the driver a good night.

“Annie, are you okay?” you start to sing as you reach the elevators, and Charles just fakes a sigh, holding you close by the waist.

“So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?” you sing loudly until you reach the penthouse.

“Love, that’s not Smooth Criminal’s dance, that’s Thriller…” Charles holds back his laughter when you start a made-up choreography in his living room. “Oh mon dieu, you’re so precious.”

You giggle, smacking a loud kiss on his warm cheeks. While you make your track to the bathroom Charles goes to the kitchen.

“I’m using the guest bathroom! Go shower on the main one, you stinky!” you scream from the corridors and you hear his scoff, almost able to picture his eye roll.

You go through your shower on autopilot, brushing your teeth, and reaching for one of Charles’ shirts that are on the guest bedroom bed. Your visits have been so frequent you have everything you need there, but tonight you didn’t want one of your pajamas, you want to indulge in the daydream that your mind is harnessing.

When you reach your favorite Monegasque bedroom you can hear the shower still running, so you settle in the middle of his bed, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere in your head, there’s still music playing and your body seems to have kept a bit of the buzzing from the party. The distant noises coming from the open windows, along with the wind hitting the curtains lull you into a soft slumber, that only goes away when a door closes, you guess it's his closet, you smell his body wash and shampoo before he steps close to you.

There’s too much happening inside your head, so you choose to stay in silence while your best friend watches you attentively, eyes finding yours in a beat.

Charles, on the other hand, doesn’t have much in his head. He only has you. Your smell, your laugh, your voice, your body on his bed wearing his shirt.

“You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” his mouth works faster than his brain does, and just like that you’re staring at him in confusion.

It’s like his brain is shortcircuited.

Charles gets up from the bed.

He walks to the door, then turns around and comes back to your side. There’s a crease between his brows and you have known him long enough to identify it as worry.

“Sharls, what’s going on?”

“I’m not drunk ok? Before you say anything, I’m not drunk, I’m just tipsy like you,” he starts and you nod from your spot on the bed. “I am so sorry, but I have to tell you this, and I’ll completely understand if you don’t feel the same, but I have to take this out of my chest, Yn.”

Sensing how serious the situation is you sit up, legs crossed one over the other, hands tucked under them.

“I- uhm… See- It’s like this, I-”

“Charles,” you call.

“I’m in love with you,” he spills in a single sentence, but then he keeps going. “I love you so fucking much it’s starting to hurt the fact that I’ve been keeping it from you. And I don’t even know when it started, but I’m so used to sharing everything with you, I just.. I wanted us to share more. I wanted to share my bed with you, and my clothes, and-” he points with his fingers before you could say something, “And I know we already share those things, but I want to do it differently. I want to share romantically. I want to share my heart with you, Chérie, all of it. But I’ll understand if you’re confused or overwhelmed by my outburst, in fact… shit… I should have waited in case you wanted to go home right? Please, tell me that if you don’t feel the same you’ll at least get the farthest guest bedroom, I promise I won’t bother you, we’ll pretend it didn’t happen in the morning and I-”

“No,” you interrupt.

“Pardon?”

“I said no, I won’t sleep in the farthest guest bedroom.”

“Oh- then let me drive you, just…– fuck I can’t I drank… uhm I’ll–”

“No, Charles, stop,” you get on your knees on the mattress and reach for his arm, bringing his body close to yours.

“No, I’m not sleeping in the guest bedroom because we’re sharing a bed tonight. No, I’m not mad about your admission, I’m sharing my heart with you too. Romantically,” you confess.

His shoulders drop in relief, and you giggle, threading your fingers on his soft strands. Charles mutters something you can’t understand because you’re too focused on how his face seems different from this angle, after all the confessed words. He’s still your Charles, but he’s also a new Charles, and this knowledge brings a new feeling to your heart and stomach.

When his lips find yours, soft and warm, a contrast with his cold hands on your jaw and waist, he presses your bodies closer and hums in pleasure. You smile, unable to contain your happiness. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, and when the air has made itself scarce, you part the kiss, foreheads still touching.

“So, Charlie, are you okay? Are you okay, Charlie?”

Charles throws his head back and laughs.

He knows how insufferable you could get once a song gets stuck in your head.

“I was struck down. You’re such a smooth criminal, Chérie. Stealing hearts around so easily.”

It is your turn to laugh.

“That was cheesy, but I loved it,” you mumble before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I love you.”

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➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/female! reader

➵ word count: 5k

➵ genre: fluff? 

➵ warnings: none

➵ summary: you come over for new years eve and plan to spend the day with saiki and his parents, only to be ambushed by teruhashi and kusuke,- the latter acting as if he knows something you don’t. saiki’s not happy, for more reasons than one. 

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before you read: ‘saiki telepathically communicating with reader’ ‘reader thinking or interacting with saiki through thoughts.’ “saiki talking without moving his mouth.” “saiki talking using his mouth.”

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Before you even had the chance to ring the Saiki household's bell, the door abruptly opened. Of course, it was expected that a psychic like Saiki would have seen you coming. You couldn't help the grin that took over your features, making the corners of your eyes crinkle at the sight of the object of your affection Saiki.

You took a moment to take in Saiki's outfit- he wore a white turtleneck with a dark cyan sweater layered on top. How the psychic in question manage to pull it off so well with his pink hair? You had no idea. "You're here." Your eyebrows jumped at Saiki's statement. You half expected him to tell you to go home, but knowing him, he wouldn't have the heart to do that to you. Your grin widened.

Still smiling from ear to ear, you held up the bag in your hand filled with homemade coffee jelly. "I made you these for New Year's Eve. Aren't you going to invite me in?" You tilted your head to the side. There was still the main gate to the Saiki's residence that separated the two of you.

Saiki looked from the bag to you and then again. You only watched him, knowing he was going through a dilemma. You were sure he wasn't planning on letting you in because his parents would only bombard you with questions like they always did.

Mrs Saiki would only tease her son here and there, where as Mr Saiki would gush over how his youngest son had managed to find such a nice girlfriend despite the psychic insistently telling his dad that the two of you weren't in a relationship. On the other hand, he wanted the treats you had made for him.

You held the bag up and shook it lightly, 'I know you want it.' You thought at him smugly. Saiki only stared off to the side, and you could see he was struggling with the temptation. After a long mental battle, Saiki stepped outside his house, walking up to you. You only smiled, knowing he had given in to you.

"Fine. You can come in."

You let your arm relax, lowering the bag to your side as you watched him reach out his pale hand to open the gate for you.

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When Saiki had walked into the living room with you right behind him, and he moved to the side so you came into view- you didn't even get a chance to greet his parents before they jumped out of their seats on the couch to rush over to you. "Happy new ye- Ooof!" You weren't happy about the fact that you had ended the sentence with a Roblox dying effect.

"Happy New Year Y/n!" The both of them exclaimed as they drowned you in hugs, and your heart swelled. Saiki's parents were so sweet, and it was at moments like this that you remembered how much you loved his family, and him. 

Saiki would never admit it but he felt like you fit right in, and he found he was okay with the fact that they loved you.

That only lasted so long, and after a few minutes of being suffocated by them, you peeked through the tangle of limbs to look at their son, sending a pleading look to Saiki. And like the knight in shining armour he was, he came to your rescue. The psychic didn’t mind if it was you asking for help.

"Alright, that's enough." The pink-haired boy stated before pulling his dad off of you by the collar of his shirt. You exhaled in relief, finally able to breathe. Damn, his old man had an iron grip.

"Good grief." You could almost hear the exasperation in Saiki's voice as he hauled his dad away, and all the while, Mr Saiki complained. "Is this how you treat your dear old dad?! This isn't fair, Kusuo! I just wanted to give my daughter-in-law some love!" You tried not to pay attention to the last comment.

With your hands no longer trapped by your side, you brought them up to wrap them around Mrs Saiki, and she squealed over how cute you were. You smiled sweetly at the woman's words, accepting the compliments regardless of whether you believed them or not. Mrs Saiki was the epitome of a ball of sunshine, and you loved her for it.

"She's not your daughter-in-law." Saiki said sternly, and Mr Saiki paled as he let out an "Eep!" at the psychic's darkened expression. Mrs Saiki broke away from you, her hands still on your shoulders as she turned to the boy in question, telling him to let his father go- and like the good son he was, he did.

Mr Saiki crumpled to the floor almost comically before shooting back up as if nothing had happened in the first place, telling his son off for treating him so roughly. His remarks fell on deaf ears.

The next hour went by faster than you would've liked.

After you gave Saiki the treats you had made him, he indulged himself in them with a blush and a smile on his face, one he got rid of the moment he saw you looking. Mr Saiki whisked you away and made you sit down on the couch, putting on a tv show he cackled at, and Mrs Saiki made you hot chocolate, insisting you try it because of the cold weather.

"You'll get sick, sweetie." She had said, shoving the warm mug into your hands and looking at you expectantly. You took a sip after blowing on the hot beverage, and though it had burnt your tongue slightly, the marshmallows melted in your mouth, and you felt like you had tasted heaven.

All was well in the world, until it wasn't.

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When Saiki tensed, letting his arm lower from being crossed across his chest, and his back straightened, no longer leaning on the wall next to the window as he watched you and his family get along- you raised your eyebrow at him.

'What's wrong?' You asked, not sure why he was suddenly on edge. 'She's here.' Saiki replied, his eyes snapping to meet yours. He didn't have to elaborate- you already knew. Of all the people in the world, there was only one person who would show up unannounced to the Saiki household that day. Teruhashi Kokomi.

People say all good things come to an end eventually, and you believed it. If spending time with the Saikis was bliss, Teruhashi was the reckoning. 

You had to hand it to her- she was determined. Instead of spending New Year's Eve with her family, she was here, no doubt trying to catch Saiki's attention. Then again, did you even have any legs to stand on, considering you were technically doing the same thing? You guessed your high ground would be that Saiki didn’t mind having you around. 

Teruhashi was here and that was an issue. There was no reason for her to ambush the poor psychic on New Years Eve other than to get him to say, 'Oh, wow!', of course.

You stood up from your seat in between Mr and Mrs Saiki, grateful that they were too busy laughing at the tv to pay attention. You came to a stop next to the window where Saiki was, peering out of it.

Lo and behold, there she was, shining like always. You watched on as she put her index fingers to her head and spoke to herself. Was that her imitation of Saiki's hairpins? You nearly laughed, stopping yourself before you could by covering it with a cough. You didn't want to offend the psychic in question. Whom already knew what you were thinking, and was offended.

You tried not to think about how close he was to you or how you could feel the body warmth radiating off of him as he leaned to look out the window. You were sure when he let out a sigh, and his breath fanned the side of your neck, your soul had left your body. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

This man had too much power and it was unfair!

You turned to look up at him, and he briefly met your gaze, you wanted to kiss him right then and there, before his expression turned from soft to shocked. When you looked out the window again, you noticed someone with blonde hair next to Teruhashi. 'Surely not... It couldn't be.'

Saiki confirmed your suspicions, 'It is.' Saiki Kusuke had come to visit. 'What a disaster.' Saiki rushed to the door, and you followed. When the psychic slammed the door open, you watched as Teruhashi's expression changed rapidly. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw Saiki, and when her stare trailed to you, who was directly behind him, her smile fell.

'I knew it.'

'Rue, when did this happen?'

'Stop quoting Euphoria, now is not the time!'

'I shan't.'

Before Teruhashi had a chance to question why you were with Saiki, Kusuke spoke up. "There he is." When his eyes landed on you, he gave you a smirk, "Long time no see, Y/n." You grimaced, not liking the calculative look he gave you as he walked towards you, ignoring Saiki. "How have you been?" He asked, his tone sweet.

From the moment you had met him months ago, he had shown an interest in you and you couldn’t for the life of you understand why. Because his younger brother fond of you.

You noted how his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. When you gave the man silence, his smile grew. You didn't realise the expression on Saiki's face resembled frustration, but Kusuke did. He offered another side glance to Saiki before he turned to Teruhashi and told her to come in.

'These are the last two people I wanted to see on New Year's Day.'

'Agreed.'

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"Kusuke! You're home." Mr Saiki exclaimed when he saw his son. The man in question paid no mind to his dad, turning to Mrs Saiki instead. "Mom, it's been a while." You observed the scene, stood next to Saiki, who had his arms crossed again. He didn't look the least bit happy.

"Happy new year." Teruhashi greeted Saiki's parents bowing respectfully at them, and you covered your eyes with your arms to shield you from the light she gave off. Pretty girl energy was no joke! You were nearly blinded!

‘Good grief, stop being dramatic.’

‘I am not.’

Mrs Saiki exclaimed at the sight of Teruhashi, "Kokomi! Happy new year!" You felt somewhat glad that the same level of excitement Saiki's mom had when you first came wasn't there, and Teruhashi had gotten a watered-down reaction to what you received.

'They like you more, that's why.'

'You think so?'

'I know so.'

"Wait, you two know each other?" Mr Saiki questioned, looking to and from Kusuke and Teruhashi. Kusuke cleared the situation up by telling him he saw her ringing the doorbell and decided to let her in. Mr and Mrs Saiki apologised for not hearing the girl in question, who seemed to look at Kusuke as if she were in a daze.

You could see why, he was handsome after all, you could admit that much, but his personalit- 

You didn't get a chance to finish your thought as a nearby potted plant trembled before bursting into pieces. Exclaims from Saiki's parents and Teruhashi filled the room. The unexpected loud noise threw you off guard, and you nearly launched yourself into Saiki.

Luckily the psychic had fast reflexes, his hand wrapped around your back and found its way onto your hip, steadying you. You ignored the butterflies that reappeared inside your stomach and the jump of your heart at Saiki's. When you found your balance your eyes met Kusuke's from across the room, who smiled at you as if he knew something you didn't.

His baby brother was jealous.

'Was that you, Kusuo?'

'Why would you think that?'

Saiki answered your question with one of his own, he was being evasive. That only ever happened when he wanted to deny something. You guessed right, it was! What you couldn't quite understand was why? Saiki had a good hold on his powers and they only fluctuated when he was angry, but nothing had happened to incur his rage. You had thought his brother was handsome.

When Teruhashi questioned what made the pot smash, Kusuke jumped in to tell her it was a ghost. She accepted it, remembering the time something similar happened when she came to join in on you and Saiki babysitting Yuta months ago.

You sighed in relief, giving Kusuke a nod as to say, nice save! He only shot a close-eyed smile back at you and you swore you saw another pot tremble in your peripherals.

"Isn't Kuriko here today?" Saiki's mouth fell open in shock, 'Oh right. The other day I dressed up as a girl and pretended to be my sister.' He thought, and you heard him. 'I know, I was there.'

'I have to let them know.' You weren't sure how Saiki planned on doing that- his dad was already questioning Teruhashi. "Kuriko? Oh, right, Kuriko!" Saiki visibly relaxed, and you only shook your head at him. 'Dad, you're perceptive.' Saiki complimented, and you looked at the psychic in mild disapproval.

His dad hadn't caught on at all, there was no way. You wondered how Saiki could possibly think he could rely on him when Mr Saiki was so incredibly aloof. 'He's not.' You thought back at him. The man in question handed food on a plate with chopsticks to Teruhashi, "Here is Kuriko for you!"

You were right- as always, Mr Saiki hadn't realised the situation. 'That's Kuri Chestnut paste.' Saiki looked on incredulously, finally understanding what you meant earlier. Teruhashi gave a confused smile, staring down at the food. "No, I meant Saiki's sister." She stated, and you felt sweat bead on your forehead. You were still there wondering how Saiki's dad had managed to pull food out of thin air.

"What? A sister..." Mr Saiki trailed off, confused as ever. 'This is bad!' You would have to jump in and save Saiki, yet again. "Oh, of course! Our sister, Kuriko." Kusuke jumped in before you could, shoving the Kuri Chestnut paste into his dad's mouth to stop him from speaking. Mr Saiki's muffled groans didn't stop the genius from talking, "She's abroad right now. You know her?"

"Oh really?" It looked as though Teruhashi believed the fib. Kusuke to the rescue! Guess there was no need for you to step in today- Saiki's older brother looked like he had everything under control. Saiki's expression turned from dismay to slight frustration, his brows furrowed.

You watched as Mr Saiki's expression turned to that of clarity, 'Good grief, he finally got it.' Teruhashi's smile returned, "Which country did she go to?" You knew for a fact from previous experiences that Saiki's dad was horrible when it came to answering on the spot, and you were correct. "Paraguay," Was what he had supplied, a strained smile on his face. You almost cringed into the next year.

What a terrible liar he was. Teruhashi was surprised at the answer, repeating the name of the country. 'Just shut up.' You nearly snorted, stopping yourself so the attention in the room wouldn't shift to you. You choked on your spit instead, lightly coughing into your hand so you wouldn't be too loud. Your throat burned from the action. You succeeded but at what cost?

"Kusuo, I have a present for you!" Kusuke jumped in, saving the day yet again with a clap of his hands. 'Nice, in more ways than one.' Saiki commented.

Saiki's older brother held out an envelope for Teruhashi, "You can have one too." He declared, but Teruhashi already had her hands up to refuse. "What? No, I can't accept that." Why say no to free money? You couldn't for the life of you understand. Ah... the perfect girl persona.

"Don't be shy, I have like, 80 million in the bank."

'She doesn't believe him.'

You were too shocked to pay attention to what Saiki thought. Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Come again? Pardon? 80 million?! You knew he was rich but not that rich! As if sensing your inner turmoil, Kusuke walked up to you and handed you an envelope as well.

The only difference this time was that he took hold of your hands and brought them up to enclose them around the money. "Here's yours, Y/n. Don't worry, I didn't forget about you.' This one was twice as big as Teruhashi's and all you could do was dumbfoundedly stare from the envelope to Kusuke and then to where he was still holding your hand with a smile on his face.

You didn’t notice Saiki tensing beside you.

Was he trying to buy you with money? That wasn't the important question in this situation. The dilemma was, was it working? Maybe...

Another pot smashed in the kitchen, and you whipped your head to look at Saiki. His expression had darkened, and you couldn't for the life of you understand why. Maybe, just maybe, it was because Kusuke was holding your hand. 

“Stop it.” Saiki glared at Kusuke, who shot a grin back at him before turning to Mr Saiki.

"You too, dad." That was sweet of Kusuke, giving money out left, right and centre- even to his father. "You didn't have to..." Mr Saiki trailed off, looking away bashfully and rubbing the bottom of his nose. "What?" Kusuke asked, and you retracted your previous statement. "My present, please."

Kusuke put his hand out in front of his dad, and you choked back laughter yet again. "You have 80 million!" His father exclaimed. While the two of them argued back and forth, Saiki poked your shoulder to get your attention. 'Good grief, what a bother. Let's go Y/n.'

You looked at him in surprise, before raising your eyebrow. 'What about Teruhashi?' He couldn't possibly leave her here with his demon of a brother, could he? The man would find a way to make the psychic's life miserable, and you would bet the money Kusuke gave you that he'd use Teruhashi to do it.

'She'll follow us.'

With that, you left the kitchen with Saiki and sure enough, Teruhashi followed the two of you. "Where are you both going?" Though she didn't say it, Teruhashi was an open book and you didn't need telepathy to know she was thinking- where are you off to? Alone? With Saiki?

‘Told you she’d tag along.’

‘No one likes a show off, Kusuo.’

Saiki wordlessly knelt down to put on his shoes, and you did the same, standing up. "To the temple- that was the plan before Kusuke showed up." You said bluntly, not giving her a second glance as you joined Saiki by the door.

"You can come if you want to." You stated, knowing full well she wanted nothing more than to crash the 'date' and third wheel in order to stop you from getting close to Saiki.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a psychic too. That's exactly what she's thinking.'

'But you do know better. I'm just good at reading people.'

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Despite it being January, the weather had yet to warm up. Winter still had its hold over Japan, the grey clouds and cold air were a clear sign of that. The seasons had yet to catch up, spring had yet to settle in and let the blossom trees bloom. Your coat and scarf provided little help against the chill that blanketed the streets.

You rubbed your hands together and blew hot air into them to try and get feeling back into your fingers. When you were about to let out another exhale, you nearly jumped out of your skin when Saiki's hand came into contact with yours.

The butterflies erupted in your stomach as if on command, and you cursed at them. Your ears burned, and suddenly you didn't feel so cold anymore. Saiki had been watching you shiver for the past five minutes and had taken matters into his own hands, quite literally.

'It'll help them warm up quicker. That's the only reason I'm holding them.' He clarified.

The sharp contrast of how warm he was, compared to the weather, caught you off guard. Your fingers had gone numb, but you could still feel the heat from his hands transferring onto you. You were grateful that Teruhashi and Kusuke's brother were walking ahead of you up the stairs to the temple. "Wow, there's a lot of people here," Kusuke commented.

'This is the worst-case scenario. It's all his fault.' Saiki lamented, and you sighed. Kusuke had managed to catch up to the three of you when you were about to leave and asked to join. He didn't wait for an answer, assuming the yes and he started to walk with you.

'Wanna try losing him in the crowd?' You suggested, only to realise it would be difficult since the guy was a genius and no doubt would gain access to hidden cameras to spot all of you. 'I have to take you and get out of here.' Saiki thought at you, and you agreed. What about Teruhashi, though?  Saiki could care less at this point, anything to stop the masochist from trying to interact with you- Teruhashi be damned.

Kusuke turned his head slightly, looking off to the side. "By the way, are you two dating?" His eyes were completely devoid of emotion, and you grimaced. Sometimes, the man made you uncomfortable.

You stayed quiet, assuming that he was asking Teruhashi. Great, even Kusuke thought they were a couple. You ignored the fact that the idea of it all made you upset, denying the pang of pain you felt in your heart as some sort of allergy. Like that made any sense.

You expected Teruhashi to deny it half-heartedly like the perfect girl she was, but you saw the opposite unfold. Her cheeks were bright red as she shook her hand in front of her, eyes unfocused. "What? You're- You're totally mistaken! We're just friends!" She stuttered. You were surprised to see her lose her cool- it didn't happen often. Not unless Saiki was involved anyway.

Kusuke only shot her a fake smile, "I wasn't asking you." You watched as confusion took hold of Teruhashi. You snorted quietly into the palm of your hand, the other one occupied with still holding onto Saiki. "I was talking to you, Y/n." You stopped laughing when your brain caught up with the question.

'Good grief.' 

Your mind was too busy reeling to notice Teruhashi's face scrunch in embarrassment and humiliation as she flushed red, or her shoulders droop. "Wh-What?!" You exclaimed, taken aback, it was your turn to blush. "No- no, we're not dating." You denied it, even though you wanted Kusuke's guess to be true. What you wouldn’t do to date the psychic.

"You two seemed close, so I got the wrong idea. Not to mention, you're holding hands." Kusuke elaborated, and you ignored the flush you were sure was covering you from head to toe. 'He knew, but he asked, anyway.'

You would have let go of Saiki's hand if it weren't for his strong grip. 'Stop holding my hand, Kusuo.' You thought at the psychic. 'Why?' He retorted, still observing his brother. 'I don't want Teruhashi putting a target on my back.' You stated matter of factly, already aware that if you incurred said girl's jealousy her minions would no doubt come after you.

The Teruhashi fan club was a force to be reckoned with and you had no intention of getting mixed up with them. 'Too late, she saw already. If I let go now, it'll make it worse.' You gave up on trying to get away from Saiki, there was no saving yourself, now.

"If you don't like my brother, how about dating me instead?" By the time you noticed how close Kusuke had gotten to you, he was a mere centimetres away from your face. You leaned the top half of your body back, flustered yet again as you refused to meet Kusuke's stare. 

You didn't get a chance to refuse his offer. "Back off." Saiki had pulled you behind him, his hand still intertwined with yours as he stood between you and his older brother. Kusuke only smirked tauntingly at the psychic, his eyes closed. "Oh? Why do I have to do that? Can't I make conversation with a friend of mine-" You cut off Kusuke, "We aren't friends, though?"

You barely knew the guy, and from what Saiki told you, the only impression you had of him was that he was a crazed genius who got off to losing to his younger brother. "Don't be like that, Y/n-" Kusuke tried to step around Saiki and get close to you, but the pink-haired boy wasn't having any of it. "I'm warning you."

Kusuke put his hands up in mock defeat, "Okay, okay. No need to be so on edge, little brother." You didn't notice Teruhashi until she spoke up, distracting the three of you. "Why did you ask her and not me?!" She sure was bold, you guessed the humiliation finally got to her head, making her throw away her perfect girl persona.

Kusuke deadpanned at Teruhashi as he continued. "What? You thought you could fool me? Well, that's to be expected. You probably have been pampered your whole life because of your looks, but Kusuo is on a different level." You expected Saiki to stop Kusuke, but he didn't do a thing, only watched.

Teruhashi no doubt had finally realised Kusuke's true nature. Apart from children, Hairo, Saiki and you, everyone in the world was affected by Teruhashi's beauty. Now, Kusuke was added to that list. Truth be told, you were surprised she hadn't noticed that the genius had yet to gasp at her.

"Oh, wow." Kusuke gasped, but you knew it wasn't at her. It was obvious, his expression was completely neutral, devoid of emotion, and it was like he was far away, not quite there when he said it. You were sure Teruhashi picked up on that as well. How had things come to this? You agonised, wondering why Saiki had to be so unlucky all the time.

'I can still hear you.'

'I'm not wrong am I?'

The four of you continued walking when you realised you were holding up the crowd of people trying to get to the temple. Kusuke half-heartedly apologised for his behaviour, saying he couldn’t really judge- inadvertently calling Teruhashi a monkey as well as the rest of the masses. How condescending.

'He shouldn't take Teruhashi too lightly.'

'She gives even the most powerful psychic in the world trouble, your brother should've been more careful.'

That’s when Teruhashi started crying. 

‘Oh no...’

"Sorry. I know you're a talented actress too." Kusuke stated, but that did nothing to placate the crowd of people stalking toward him. Kusuke failed to realise that the show Teruhashi put on wasn't for him, it was for the strangers around her that would flock to her rescue.

Kusuke looked from left to right at the marching crowd, confused as to why they were surrounding the four of you. Except they weren't, they were surrounding him. Teruhashi had used the ultimate weapon, her angel tears. You saw the smirk she tried to hide behind the hands covering her face. "Are all these her boyfriends? Huh, Kusuo? Y/n?" 

The genius tried to seek help from you and Saiki, to no avail. You had no intention of getting involved with the angry mob. They tried to attack Kusuke, but he managed to summon a helicopter to flee. Where did it even come from?

'Even he was no match for Teruhashi.' You could only silently agree with Saiki's sentiment, gazing up at the retreating aircraft.

'Only in Ohio.' You thought solemnly.

'I don't appreciate your tik tok references.' Saiki thought back, a scowl on his face.

‘Shush, you love them really.’ 

He did.

'I don't care if you do or not anyways, they're for my sanity.' You surmised.

You sighed for the hundredth time that day, feeling drained despite it being early in the morning. The only thing left to do now was to find a way to ditch Teruhashi.

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bonus:

It was easier than expected, losing Teruhashi that is. You had the news reports of a beautiful girl crying at the temple plastered on social media to thank for that. When Makoto, Teruhashi's older brother had called her up to check on her, threatening that he'd come to see her- she had no choice but to go home.

She apologised quickly, bowed to the both of you and left in a hurry.

"Good job, Y/n." It was rare for Saiki to compliment you, but when he did, you only felt one type of way. It's worth it getting dragged into Saiki's disastrous life, time and time again. Curse you for being whipped for this man.

"Why?" You questioned, curious as to where the praise came from. "I saw you take that picture and post it online." Saiki regarded you as he gave you a side glance. It was true, you had pulled your phone out to snap a picture of Teruhashi amidst the chaos when she was crying, for the purpose of it getting enough attention that it would reach her brother.

You were surprised it had worked, but it was expected- her brother was her number 1 fan and number 1 stalker. "I knew you wanted to get rid of her, so I just did my part." You missed the way the corners of Saiki's mouth twitched, too busy focusing on the fact that he was still holding your hand.

You half expected him to have dropped his hold on you like a hot potato, knowing how he hated getting attention. Your heart threatened to leap into your throat when he gave your hand a light squeeze, your ears burning yet again.

When you looked up at Saiki, the smallest of smiles that had been there seconds earlier was now gone, replaced by his stoic expression. You rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand absentmindedly and shot him a grin. You shoved down the thoughts of how soft his hands were.

You had made up your mind, you were going to spend the rest of New Year's Eve with him, with no interruptions this time. When you pulled him in the opposite direction of the temple and felt no resistance as he followed your lead, your smile widened.

"Let's go to a cafe, Kusuo."

“Okay.”

Saiki decided yet again that he didn't mind being bothered, not by you anyways. Regardless of whether you dragged him to a cafe or anywhere else.

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Hallows Eve - {CS}

↪ Summary: Your friends trick you into doing a Halloween ritual that’s supposed to summon a demon. You never believed in demons but do it anyway just to please them. Needless to say you didn’t expect it to work, nor did you expect yourself to end up trapped in the underworld by a demon wishing to claim you as his.

↪ Pairings: Demon prince San x Female presenting reader

↪   Rating: M 18+

↪   Genre: Fluff/Smut/Demon Au/Arranged Marriage/S2L

↪   Word Count: 3.8k

↪ Warnings/Contents: Smut (MDNI), Hard dom/possessive San, Power dynamics (Use of "sir" and "brat"), corruption, unprotected sex marking/biting, multiple orgasms, and body worship, aftercare and San being super soft at the end.

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There is a common legend that makes its way through your town every October. The legend goes that if you go into the woods at midnight, light a jack-o'-lantern, and recite an ancient poem, that you can summon a deity known as The Demon of the Hallows. The legend then states that anyone who summons him with a kind spirit will be blessed with a special gift, but those without a kind spirit would never be heard from again. You wouldn’t call yourself a skeptic or anything but you were never one to humor the legend. It was something you brushed off as a dumb story high school kids used to scare their friends or younger siblings. Needless to say, never in a million years did you expect to find yourself standing in the middle of the woods with a poorly carved jack-o'-lantern and a lighter. Your friends were hiding behind the trees a few feet away from you, not wanting to take any chances in case this ritual did end up working. 

This had all started during a Halloween party you were attending with your friends. Yunho had been the one to bring up the legend to which Mingi and Wooyoung had insisted that you try it, just to see what would happen. They agreed you had to be the one to do it since you were the most “normal” out of the friend group and before you knew it you were being dragged out of the party and into the woods, Wooyoung stealing one of the carved pumpkins from the porch so you could complete the ritual. 

It was completely dark out, with the moon being the only source of light, barely allowing you to make out the shadows of your friends from where you stood. Your rather thin vampire costume doing very little to shield you from the cold fall breeze, and you didn’t bring a jacket as you hadn’t planned on going outside. Your dress fluttered in the wind and tickled at your legs as you shivered and rubbed at your arm to try and stay warm. 

“This is ridiculous!” you called back, “can’t we just go home, it’s freezing out here!” 

“What’s the matter?” you heard Wooyoung call back to you, “are you scared it will work?”

“I’m not scared of a demon, I'm scared of freezing to death!” you argued back which caused the boys to laugh. 

“You’re so dramatic!” Yunho teased. 

“We only have two minutes until midnight, just do it!” Mingi added. You really wanted to just leave them there and run back to the house, but you knew you would never hear the end of it if you did. 

“You guys are so dead once this is over,” you groaned, setting the pumpkin down on the ground and waiting for the cue to start. Once Wooyoung gave you the go ahead you quickly lit the candle inside the pumpkin and recited the poem as best as you could remember it. The light from the candle flickered in the wind as you waited a moment to see if anything would happen. As expected, nothing did and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you stood up and dusted yourself off. “I told you guys it wouldn’t work, can we go now?” you called out, only to be met with silence. “Guys?” you tried looking around but you could no longer see the shadows of your friends. You knew they couldn’t have left that quickly without you hearing or seeing them, so your first instinct was that they were hiding from you just to scare you. “Really funny, come on guys I want to go back,” you said, walking over to the tree only to realize there was no one there. The woods fell eerily silent as you began to panic, calling out for your friends and looking around only to find that no one was there, you were completely alone. 

“Why so scared little one?” you quickly turned around to see a figure standing in front of the jack-o'-lantern where you had just been. He stood just a bit taller than you, with wide shoulders and a slim but toned waist. His hair was long, mostly black but you could see white peeking out at the bottom, the strands perfectly slicked back behind two black ram-like horns. He was wearing a black suit with red trim and gold embellishments that matched the gold headpiece he was wearing. Tucked behind him you could just make out the outline of batlike wings, resting against his shoulders. His eyes were sharp as he looked at you, and when you moved closer you could see the red color and cat-like pupil, the charcoal style makeup he was wearing only served to help accentuate his features. If you weren’t intimidated by his presence, you would have found him to be insanely beautiful. 

“I-who are you?” you stuttered out as you walked over to him, causing him to chuckle. 

“You are the one who called me here and yet you don’t know who I am?” he questioned, clearly amused by the situation. You, on the other hand, were terrified as you struggled to form a proper sentence. 

“Wait so you are The Demon of the Hallows? I didn’t think you were real!” you confessed. 

“That’s the name people gave me over the years, but I find that title much too formal,” he mused, “call me San.” You blinked at him in confusion as he moved closer until he was only a foot or so in front of you, smirking to himself as he took a moment to look over you. “You really didn’t believe in me did you? Poor thing, I can sense your confusion from miles away,” he cooed with another laugh, “let me guess you were tricked into doing this weren’t you? Your friends dragged you out here then ran away at the first sign of danger?” Your eyes widened at his observation, staring down at the ground while you played with the hem of your dress. 

“How did you know that?”

“My Sweet Y/N I’ve ruled over these parts for centuries, I know everything. Also you wouldn’t be the first pure soul to find yourself in this predicament,” he explained, reaching a hand out to brush your hair out of your face. You flinched slightly from the sudden contact, but you couldn't deny there was a strange warmth behind his touch, a welcome sensation that nearly had you leaning against his hand as he pulled away. “I must say,” he confessed, “of everyone who has called upon me, you are definitely the most beautiful, and the most innocent. You are exactly what I have been looking for.” With a pleased smile, he stood up straight and offered you his hand, which you took after a moment of hesitation, “Come with me, it’s time I show you your new home.”

“New home?” you questioned, “what do you mean new home? And what do you mean I’m what you’ve been looking for?” 

“I have waited years for the right soul to turn up, to complete me and help tie me to the mortal world and I have finally found it,” San explained as he tugged you along, “you my darling, are going to be my bride.”

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You don’t remember much of what happened after San pulled you away, almost as if you had blacked out. When you woke up, you found yourself tucked into a large bed, having been changed out of your costume and into a red silk nightgown. Your hair was also down and brushed out and your makeup had been removed. You sat up slowly, hugging the black comforter against your body and taking a moment to look around the room. It was a large master bedroom, mainly decorated with black, red, and gold. The bed was on a carved wooden frame with a swirling pattern carved into it at the base. There were also black curtains surrounding the frame that were currently tied up to allow you to see the rest of the room. There were no windows, all the light coming from the chandelier that hung over the middle of the room, casting a warm glow into the otherwise black room. The rest of the furniture that you could see was the same carved wood as the bed frame, and the room was decorated with various paintings and trinkets. 

“I was wondering when you would wake up,” turning your head, you gasped as you saw San standing against the door, “I know the transition to here isn’t the smoothest, but I was starting to worry I may have lost you.”

“Where am I?” you questioned, curling up as much as you could. San looked no different than when you first saw him, and yet his gaze made you feel tiny. 

“You’re home,” he explained as he made his way to the foot of the bed, “and this is your new bedroom. Do you like it? I can always redecorate for you if you want me to.” The warmth in his voice didn’t match his gaze which sent shivers down your body. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to fear him or find comfort in him. 

“I don’t understand,” you whispered, causing him to smile. 

“I know you’re still confused, don’t worry it will all make sense soon enough,” he promised, “for now I want to take this time to really get to know you before I claim you as mine.” You were frozen in place as you watched him remove his suit jacket, his wings practically vanishing to avoid getting in the way. He tossed the garment carelessly to the side, rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt before climbing onto the bed and making his way over to you. You gasped as the comforter was removed and you were pinned to the bed, San crawling on top of you and resting his weight on your hips to keep you from moving. Your arms were pulled above your head, San pinning them above you before snapping his fingers and leaning back. You felt a cold metal appear around your wrists and glanced up to see black chains connecting you to the bedpost, the metal jingling lightly as you tugged at the new restraint. 

“Can’t have you running away now can we?” San teased, “I really did want to take my time with you at first but you have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment. I don’t plan on waiting any longer.” With that he leaned down and connected your lips in a rough but passionate kiss, biting at your lip as his hands eagerly explored your body. You were frozen in place at first, taken aback by the rough movements. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but most of your previous sexual experiences had been rather vanilla so this was a brand new experience for you. Eventually you were able to melt into him, slowly starting to kiss back and react which earned you a pleased hum from San. His hands trailed back up to the neckline of your nightgown and he quickly ripped the fabric from your body as his tongue slipped its way into your mouth. You gasped at the sudden chill that ran down your body, only to moan as you felt his hands return to your chest. 

“Look at you,” he groaned as he pulled away from the kiss, “such a pretty innocent thing in such a sinful position, I love it.” His fingers pinched at your nipples which had you arching your back and moaning softly. 

“San please,” you whined out, tugging weakly on your restraints. San gave you a questioning look and clicked his tongue, pinching your nipple harder to make you squirm. 

“What did you just call me?” he asked, before you could answer he reached up and grabbed your chin to make sure you were looking at him. “As much as I love to hear you beg for me, you are only allowed to address me as Sir, understood?” You nodded as best as you could with his grip on you which only made him huff, “Use your words brat.”

“Yes Sir,” you muttered out, making him smirk. 

“Good, now lay still and behave while I claim what’s mine!” He let go of your face and repositioned himself, gripping your thighs tightly and spreading them so he could fit between them. You knew you were going to have bruises later, but that didn’t matter right now as San began trailing kisses up your leg. He trailed kisses up the inside of your thigh before biting down, relishing in the way you gasped and squirmed against his touch. He sucked on the spot until he was sure a mark was formed before running his tongue across it and moving to the other thigh to give it the same treatment. He continued the action multiple times until your thighs were visibly covered in bite marks, each time relishing in the noise you made at the combination of pain and pleasure. You tried closing your legs but his grip tightened every time you moved to keep them open, forcing you to lay still until he was satisfied with his work. 

“You look so much prettier covered in my marks, maybe next time I’ll try spelling my name” he hummed, placing one last kiss on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your core but not quite where you needed him. The teasing made you whine which in turn caused him to chuckle. “Since you were so good for me, I’ll give you a little reward, tell Sir what you want,” he cooed, tracing his fingers across your hip.

“I want you to touch me,” you begged without hesitation, “please Sir I’ll continue to be good just please touch me!” 

“I know you will,” San muttered, reaching a hand down and running a finger teasingly between your folds, “already so wet and I’ve barely even touched you. I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle much more.” You were about to argue that you could when he slid a finger into you, wasting no time before moving at a moderate pace. Within seconds he had found that special spot inside of you, making you cry out as he rubbed against it every time he inserted his finger. “So sensitive and so tight,” San mused, inserting another finger, “I am going to absolutely ruin you.” Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, making a scissoring motion with his fingers and adding a third to thoroughly stretch you out. You started bucking your hips and grinding against his hand as you felt your orgasm approaching, desperate for release. San noticed this, chuckling to himself as he pressed his free hand on your lower stomach to keep you from moving. The action also made you feel the pressure of his fingers more and pushed you over the edge before you could find the words to warn him. 

Sans pace never faltered as you rode out your orgasm, pushing you into overstimulation before quickly removing himself from you entirely. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, bucking your hips into the air as you tried to catch your breath and come down from your high. 

“I’m disappointed I thought you said you would behave,” San said flatly as he wiped his fingers off on his shirt. You watched as he crawled away from you and off of the bed and for a moment you were worried that he was going to leave you like that. Broken apologies fell from your mouth combined with pleas for him not to stop as you tugged painfully at the chains holding you down. San relished in your begging before quickly silencing you with a wave of his hand, “Because this is our first time I will be nice just this once, but I don’t want to hear any complaints if I continue, got it?” “Yes Sir I promise,” you reply almost immediately. You hear San mutter something under his breath briefly before you suddenly feel the chains around your wrists disappear. 

“Can’t have you hurting yourself,” he explained, undoing his pants and kicking them off before climbing back on top of you, “besides, you’ll probably want to hold on for this.” You do as he suggested and wrap your arms around his neck as you feel his tip at your entrance. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, placing one hand by your head to hold himself up as the other helped guide his length into you. It was hard not to let your eyes roll back as you felt him stretch you, feeling fuller than you ever did with your past partners. San groaned softly as he bottomed out, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he felt your walls squeeze around him. It took everything in his power not to just pin you down and rail you right then, but he didn’t want to hurt you. 

The second he felt you relax he started moving, gradually speeding up until he was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed. The arm that wasn’t supporting his weight moving to grab your hip and pull you against him with each thrust. By this point you had given up on keeping eye contact, wrapping your arms and legs around him as tightly as possible and burying your head in his shoulder to hide your sounds. San didn’t seem to care though, occupying himself with marking your neck as he continued his movements. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, so it didn’t take long for the second one to wash over you, making you scream against his shoulder as he continued. San slowed down his pace enough to help you ride it out before picking up again to chase his own release. 

“Sir please!” you whined, grabbing desperately at his shirt while your other hand moved to grab at his horn. San groaned loudly at the action, hips faltering for a moment. 

“You can handle one more,” he grunted, “just hold on for me.” It didn’t take long for him to reach his orgasm, groaning loudly and pulling you against him as he released inside of you. The feeling pushed you into your third orgasm as you went limp in his hold, almost feeling like you were going to pass out. 

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As if a switch had flipped inside of San, you felt him gently pull out of you and help you lay back before carefully rolling off of you. Before you could whine about the loss of contact he had rolled onto his back and pulled you into his chest, pulling the covers over both of you to keep you warm. He would clean you up and help you get dressed once he knew you had fallen asleep. For right now though he knew you were probably sensitive and he wanted to give you time to come down from your headspace before he risked moving you and making you uncomfortable. One hand began gently playing with your hair while the other traced down your body, occasionally stopping to massage a particularly sore spot. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, feeling his warmth and scent which almost reminded you of fall. You had almost fallen asleep when you heard him speak again. 

“I didn’t mean to actually go that rough,” he confessed, “I never want to hurt you. There’s just something about you though that awakens something in me. I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on you, I needed to have you and I can’t let you go.” You couldn’t really process what he was saying, let alone a response, so instead you hummed contently against his chest. San couldn’t help but smile down at you, hugging you a bit tighter to him. “I know you probably can’t understand me and I know you may not like me very much tomorrow but I hope you will enjoy it here. I mean it when you say you are mine. The person I will marry and bond myself to, and the one I will spend eternity protecting.” By this point he was just rambling as you had fallen asleep, but he continued with all of his promises as if you would be able to hear and understand him. 

San had waited centuries for the right soul to find him the one that would finally complete him without being destroyed or corrupted, something that could truly tie him to the mortal realm. Spending every October being dragged around by people who were hoping for an eternal favor. He always gave them what they wanted, but normally they weren’t able to handle the consequences. It had become a chore for him at this point, at least until he was called to you. He could feel the connection in you immediately, calling for him. He would give you the ultimate gift, eternal life and youth, and all you had to give him in return was your love and loyalty.

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To Someone From a Warmer Climate

summary. On Halloween night, a storm rages on outside your door. But when the sheriff of the nearby town arrives and reveals his true nature to you, you will be caught in your own storm in desire and fear.

characters. Witch!Reader x Demon!Lee Bodecker

wc. 4.8k

warnings. Non/Dub!Con, Forced Mating/Marriage, Housewife Kink, Threats and Mentions of Violence, Blood.

an. Happy Halloween! Thank you for joining me for my first Halloween Collection.

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It was the Samhain, All Hallow’s Eve…Halloween. A storm raged on outside, but you could still feel the moon’s power from behind the clouds. The storm itself actually made you feel calm, content, knowing you were safe for the night in your cozy cabin. You’d put out an extra place setting on your table and even dribbled some candy across it just for fun. You were planning a mute supper of the delicious smelling stew bubbling away in your crockpot (much more convenient than a cauldron, in your opinion).

Cooking was your specialty in magic, infusing spells and potions into food to help absorb them faster, and strengthening the effect. Tonight, you were testing a new potion to infuse with the stew; made to keep you warm and give you strength through the cold winter months. After dinner, you planned to cozy up to by the warm fire and tuck in with a collection of scary stories with some Nina Simone records.

 Suddenly, a loud banging noise outside the door made you jump. At first, you thought it was just the storm, but you heard someone hollering, you rushed and threw open the door, fearing it was some poor lost soul. Instead, there stood a mountain of a man.

Tall and stocky with a wide brim hat doing its best to keep rain off his face where dark blue eyes peered at down at you. Soft pink lips pursed in a thin line were framed by 5 o clock shadow. He wore a black windbreaker with a shiny gold star pinned to his chest. You knew him; Lee Bodecker, the sheriff of the local mortal town just outside the wood.

                “Evening ma’am, may I come in?” Wiping your hands on your sweater and crossing your arms over your chest, you eyed him suspiciously. However, you couldn’t sense anything too malicious about him. You stepped back, letting him enter and watching as he easily crossed your threshold. You knew your dwelling was protected from negative forces. You’d made well and sure of that.

                 “Is there something I can help you with?” you asked as you shut the door, not wanting any trouble and trying to be polite. You knew sometimes the teenagers of the town came into the woods to drink or fuck, especially on Halloween night. You’d hoped the storm would keep them away, but if the sheriff was here, maybe something had happened.

                “Wellness check, ma’am. I got a call from some little old lady that said she knew there was a woman living in the woods. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t been flooded out.” He explained. A smile spread across your lips as you breathed a silent sigh of relief.

 There was a woman whose farm backed up almost into the woods. Since her husband died a year ago, a few times a week you would go and help her with some of the chores; and she would give you milk, eggs, and fruits and veggies from the farm. You would also bring her soup and healing herbs when she was sick. She wasn’t aware of your powers, but always thanked you when she remarkably felt better the next day. Of course she called it in; knowing where your house was after you’d brought her there for tea one afternoon.

                “Well, I appreciate you coming all this way Sheriff-”

                “Lee, please” He interrupted. Your skin bristled a little at the interruption, but you nodded gently at him, knowing mortal men could be a little brash sometimes.

                “Lee.” You continued. “But I really am alright. Can I offer you some tea or something for your trouble? I did just mix up some stew.” You’d heard stories about the sheriff, the town hero, who seemed to always be in the right place at the right time. But you were always suspicious of things that were too good to be true. It was your nature as a witch.

However, the man HAD come all the way into the woods in a storm just for one little old lady’s request.  He must have something resembling a heart, you reasoned. You decided to give him some nice warm, strong, stew and slip a little forgetfulness potion into his coffee; then send him on his way, never to remember this place. You could return to your cozy evening.  No harm done.

                “Coffee would be appreciated if you have it.” Lee requested. “And that stew sure does smell good.”

“Have a seat.” You gestured to the chair at your small round table, only fit to hold 3 chairs, 2 of which already had a place set. Lee sat down at the one without, setting his hat down on the table.

“Can I take your coat?” you offered.

“Thank you kindly.” He took his coat off, handing it to you before setting his hat on the table and sitting across from the set place as you hung his coat by the fire. Going back to the kitchen cupboard and grabbing a mug and a bowl. You shook some grounds into a filter, infusing your forgetfulness spell.

Filling the coffee machine with water, you pressed the buttons and let it brew.  You ladled a healthy serving of stew into the bowl and carefully placed it in front of him. He dug in as you sat across from him and tried to think of anything to say. You never had mortal company, only the nice lady who liked to knit and read, just like you; But Sheriff Bodecker didn’t seem the type to knit. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked you.

                “You uh…live alone out here? You had another place set.” He gestured to the table. “Your husband leave you all alone out here?”

                “Of course not.” You answered and he seemed taken aback. “Well, I mean… I don’t have a husband. But I’m not alone. The animals live out here too. And the plants. And my books.” The burbling of the machine caught your attention. “Do you take anything in your coffee? You asked him as you went to pour it into the mug.

“No thank you, ma’am.” He answered. “This stew is absolutely delicious.”

“Thank you, kindly.” You beamed as you set the mug down in front of him. “And I must admit the place setting is more of…personal thing. It’s a Halloween tradition to set a place for those who you have lost in the past.”

                “That’s mighty sentimental of you. Though I’ve never heard of that one. Where’d you learn that?” Lee asked.

“Oh I uhm. I read about in a book.” You said, technically not lying. You just didn’t mention it was a magic book.

“I see.” Lee looked around the room. “You sure do have a lot of books.”

                “Yes, well, sometimes I find the company of the books better than that of people.” You joked, looking to the coffee and hoping Lee would take a sip soon. You looked back at him but his body suddenly seemed a lot closer, his leg resting between yours, leaning against your right knee.

��               “Ah c’mon people aren’t too bad. Look at me for example, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Look at him you did. He was decently handsome. Strong arms and a well-built frame. He was heavier set than other men, but you kind of liked that. You knew food was a comfort and you would rather people knew too much than not enough. Even the face you’d been suspicious of when he arrived had a more homely charm as he slurped up the last of his stew. He took a swig of coffee, then turned to face you fully.

“Mmmmm…damn…That’s the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I just love the taste of the forgetfulness potion you added.”  Your heart dropped into your stomach.

                “What did you say?” He didn’t answer, only leaning back in his chair. He blinked and where crystal blue eyes had seemed to make him handsome and rakish; now were two inky black pits. He blinked again and his eyes were human again, but now his irises were crimson red.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You’d dealt with a few lower-level demons in your travels, but never someone who you could walk through your house’s defenses so easily. Usually, any malevolent force was neutralized before it even touched your house. But he…he was something darker.

“I’d heard about a pretty witch living out here in the woods.” Lee continued. “Thought it was just another one of them dippy mortals wearing peace signs. But then that little old lady came in, bringing some brownies she said you’d made. And when I tasted them, I knew for sure. There was a real little witch somewhere in town.

“Though it took me a while to find ya, darling. All them wards and runes…you’ve kept yourself pretty well hidden. But when that same sweet little old lady called in, worried about her friend in the woods, I knew I’d found you and here you are. Hidden away from the world, cooking up spells your nose buried in a mountain of books. All that defensive magic and you opened the front door for me and invited me in. Silly girl.” His eyes raked over your body, studying you.

“Damn, you are something pretty. You got a name, sweetheart?” But your lips tightened. You didn’t want to say another word to him, fearing what else he might be hiding. “Oh, come now, darling. I won’t bite.” But his wolfish grin spoke otherwise.

 You told him your name in the strongest voice you could muster, trying to think of a plan to drive him out. As if reading your mind, Lee gently shook his head.

“Now let’s not do anything foolish sweetheart. I don’t want to get too nasty with you.” He warned.

“What-what DO you want then?” you asked. Lee paused for a moment, reaching across the table to grab a piece of candy, unwrapping it slowly and staring into your eyes as he placed the candy in his mouth, licking his lips as he chewed and swallowed.

“Quite frankly, darling…you. You’re clearly pretty good with the magic, and you’d be even more so with a little training. I’ll have all the power I need. See, I’ve been living like a king for years, feeding off the darkness of the souls in this town.”

“Darkness…?” The woman from the farm was always talking about how wonderful the town was, how safe it was…all because of him.

“Oh yes, sweetheart. There is a darkness in this here town. Seems half the people are born just so they can be buried. And I’ve managed to feed off of it for years. You’d be surprised how many people will give truly anything to get what they want. Sometimes they surprise me, just wanting basic mortal shit they could get if they tried a little harder. But some of them want to watch the world burn. They offer their souls and what happens? The town sheriff stops their crimes before they’ve even started. I look like got damn hero and never have to lift a finger.” He grinned wide. “All the praise of the good people feeding my pride. All the sin of the others feeding my powers.”

“But why…why do you need me?” You asked, meekly. His smile faded and his jaw clenched. His steely gaze and making you shiver and squirm in your chair.

“The good people have started to question me. Why I haven’t settled down with a wife...  And if the good people are questioning me, I can’t clean up the filth in the town. See, I’m thinking about a run for state senator, maybe even governor. And the higher up the ladder you climb, the darker people will get. I can’t do that without a little lady with me to keep me in their good graces.” He stood up now, his hand on the table, leaning in close to you, but you managed to shove the chair away and rushed to the sink, grabbing the sharpest knife you had and pointing it at him. But Lee only shook his head and smiled.

“Now what are you gunna do with that, huh? You certainly don’t have it in you to use it” He mocked, stepping closer to you. He let out a low groan. “And that’s exactly why I want you. Your innocence, and your kind heart are exactly what I need. Someone to look good for the town, show off at all the little local town events, and keep my bed warm at night.” He licked his lips. “So, here’s the deal. You keep my bed warm and my stomach full, and I'll keep the town safe; keep being the hero.” He was standing in front of you now; still holding the knife in your trembling hands as you shook your head. Lee reached up, grabbing the knife like it was nothing, and throwing it somewhere.

Blood ran down his hand but he made no move to wipe it off. Instead, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the cabinets behind you, his lips thundering down upon yours in a harsh and punishing kiss. He bit your lip, making you gasp, giving him a chance to force his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widening as you swore the end of it was forked. When he pulled away, you were gasping for air. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot on your cheek and neck.

 “Maybe you didn’t understand me clearly in that dumb little brain of yours, but I could ruin this town. Your poor little old lady friend? Out on the street. Your library? Closed. I could stand back and make you watch this town suffer. Or you can be my good little housewife.” He leaned back to look at you, his eyes soulless black pits.

 “Or maybe I'll take you out to the town square. And show them what you really are. Some mortals around here get scared, they start getting jumpy…and pretty scary themselves.” Your breath hitched; you knew some mortals, even as time moved forward, who still got too scared of what they didn’t understand and could get violent quickly. It was one reason you kept yourself hidden. “So, what’s it gunna be, little witch?” You stared back at him, your breathing shallow.

 In a flash of quick thinking, you thought to the holy water in your cabinet, and it manifested in your hand. You managed to dump it on his hands, and he roared in pain, letting you escape. If you could make it to the bedroom, your sacred room, you might be able to ward him out, or at least escape to somewhere else.

You were steps away from the threshold when you were suddenly wrenched back and slammed against the wall. Your hands were pinned above your head and your legs were spread wide. You heard Lee down the hall; his heavy footsteps getting closer and closer until he stood directly in front of you.

                “Tsk tsk tsk. Just couldn’t make it easy could you? But that’s okay, Nothing worth having ever is.”

                “But…how…no other magic works in my space…” you stammered. But he only chuckled, relishing in your fear as you struggled against the bond, studying you like a work of art.

“Seems to me you’re in MY space now.” As you fought to free yourself, you realized he was right; nothing in the house, none of your powers were working. “Now Let’s try that again shall we, sweetheart?” 

                “Please…” you begged. “Please don’t do this.”

                “Oh, come now. It ain’t all bad... A powerful demon husband, access to magics you wouldn’t believe, I can make this so good for you.” He forced his hands up your sweater to run them down over your breasts, one hand stopping to fondle your nipple with his thumb while the other slid into your pajama pants, between your legs and cupping your pussy over your panties and rubbing his ring and middle fingers back and forth.

“Well well, for such a good little witch, you sure are dripping wet for me. I’m must say I’m flattered.” He kissed you with a fire that stirred something dark and twisted within your heart and soul.  Something you ignored as a witch who tried to do only good to others.

“God…please...” Your voice was soft, but Lee heard you growled, his hand going from your breast to grab your hair and force your head back. His voice was soft but dangerous in your ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, Even if he gave a shit about you, there’s not a damned thing he could to stop me. You worship me now. Go on, say my name.”

                “Lee…” you breathed heavily. Your resolve was slowly crumbling as you realized there was no way out of this. And that fear, that resolve, was being replaced with desire. The way Lee looked at you seemed like he wanted to devour you whole should’ve terrified you, but you couldn’t deny how wet you were. You didn’t want to want him, but your whimper gave you away.

                “Yeah, baby? You want something? Go on…beg for it…” he ordered; his fingers moving faster as he kissed down your neck, biting gently in just the right spot to make your toes curl. You let out a low moan. Your breathing was heavy as you spoke.

                “You…you promise you won’t hurt the good people?” You asked, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Lee scoffed with a smirk, staring down at you.  

                “Good people, oh if only you knew…but you’ll learn.” Without another word Lee pulled his fingers from your shorts, making your whine in loss and feeling yourself clench around nothing. Lee snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone.

 Before you could react, he grabbed you, lifted you over his shoulder, smacking your ass then storming into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you two and locking it. He tossed you unceremoniously onto your bed, hardly giving you a moment to breathe before he was on top of you. He leaned over you and his black soleless eyes bore deep into yours.

                “The people in this town are bathed in sin. Just you wait and see.” His gaze softened, his eyes returning to their crimson form. He ran one hand down your cheek, using his thumb to hold your chin and force you to look at him. “But you know what, I think you want something darker… I saw some of those books on your shelves. I think you wanna be a little damsel in distress. And I’m more than happy to oblige.” His hand wrapped around your throat; then he leaned down so his lips were just ghosting against your trembling ones.

“How long have you wanted the touch of a strong man?” Your whimper in response only made him grin wider. “You’re adorable and you reek of loneliness. He kissed you deeply before leaning back to rake his eyes fully over your naked form. “So fucking purty…” he growled. “And you taste sweeter than any mortal sin.” He stood up, but you were still unable to move. Your arms crossed over your head and your legs were forced wide.

Wasting no time, he stripped out of his own clothes; Finally he pulled his boxers down to expose his cock which bobbed against his stomach. Your eyes widened in shock at the size.  It had been some time since you’d been with a man, but his thick cock was bigger than you’d ever had. You tried to shy away from him a bit but he stroked it up and down a few times, laughing at the more than apparent shock on your face

“Never had a cock this big before, have you?” he slowly climbed on the bed, kneeling between your legs. “Well not to worry, little witch. I’m here now and I’m gunna take good care of you. Starting by fucking you like the little bitch in heat that you are and making you cum.” He stroked his cock while gently running his fingers up and down your slit.  You wanted to struggle, scream, fight back. But when Lee pressed his thumb down on your clit, you let out a moan and seemed to almost grind against his hand. It was wrong, but it felt so good. He brought the fingers he’d been rubbing you with up to your lips.

                “Suck on em, slut.” Pushing his fingers in your mouth, rather than be repulsed, your tongue laved over his fingers; thoughts clouding your mind of kneeling before him and sucking his cock. “Oh don’t worry, little witch. You’ll be doing that soon enough.” Lee promised. “Tell me you want this cock. Tell me how bad you wanna be my little whore.”

                “Want…want your cock in my pussy Lee…want to be your slut..” you begged.

                “You gunna be my good wife? Give me whatever I want?” You could feel the head of his cock brush against the inside of your thigh.

                “Yes…please…”

                “Open your mouth.” He ordered. You did as he said and he squeezed your cheeks, making sure your mouth stayed open as he leaned over and snarled something in Latin before spitting in your mouth. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing but he covered your nose and mouth with his hands. “Swallow it, slut. Swallow it if you wanna breathe again.”  You had no choice but to swallow. Your veins came alive like fire travelling through you as you were now soul bonded together. He let go of you but replaced his hand with his lips in another hard kiss.

You felt the last of your resolve crumbling. You hated yourself, but you wanted him…and he knew it. He snapped his fingers again and now your arms were free to move, but they didn’t fight him, instead they sought to hold him close to you. You wanted to feel him against you, he was so warm compared to the chilly night air. Like a blanket wrapping around you on winter’s first night.

                “Well now, we certainly have changed our mind, haven’t we?” You didn’t answer, turning away, and trying to not meet his leering gaze. But he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

                “When I ask you a question, you answer, understand? I’m being real nice here, but I can go back to being mean if you want.” He threatened. But you shook your head softly.

                “No please��I’ll be good…” you whimpered and he smiled.

“I know you will.” He kissed you, taking the chance to push his cock inside you making you moan into the kiss.  His hands were on either side of your head and you dug your nails into his shoulder to try and pull him closer to you.

You pressed your knees tight against his sides as he set a torturous pace. Dragging his cock out slowly so you could feel the head rubbing the walls of your pussy, making you keen and moan. Then pushing back in hard so you felt like you were going to be split in two. 

“Lee…please.” You wanted to beg him to stop but it came out as a plea for more.

                “Such a powerful little witchling, reduced to my wanton whore…” His hands grabbed your breasts, tweaking and rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers. “Gunna be so pretty on my arm. And if you be a good little wife, I’ll buy you all the books you want, and I’ll fuck you to sleep every night on my cock.” He took one hand away from your breasts to smack your clit…hard. Your vision went white with pleasure as you screwed your eyes shut; your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

                “Fuck and a pain slut to boot. You’re gunna be lots of fun, little witch. I want you to cum. Cum for your new husband.” His thrusts increased to a punishing pace and he used his thumb to rub your clit. “And when you cum on my cock, I own you. Heart, body, and soul. You understand?”

                “Ye-Yes I understand…Lee…” His eyes flickered to black as he pinched your nipple hard and ordered you in a voice much lower and darker than his usual tone.

“Then cum.” The sound of it making your eyes was the final straw as your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt every muscle in your body clench as you came harder than you ever had before. Lee had made your body feel like it was on fire but your orgasm was like a cooling only water could bring. You called out his name as you bucked your hips up, like you were trying to draw him in more.

He kept fucking you through the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, chasing his own release. “Look at you, all fucked out and all mine. Can’t wait to get you home, gunna bend you over and spank this ass hard before I fuck it…”  His words made your breath hitch and you clenched his cock one final time before he stilled above you, growling and snarling.

You could feel his hot cum filling you as he pumped his cock into you a few more times. For a few moments, only the sound of your combined breathing’s filled the space. You lay there with your eyes closed as your feelings washed over you; shame, embarrassment, but at the base of it all, satisfaction and power. Power stronger than anything you’d felt before. Lee chuckled above you as you opened your eyes to meet his, now back to crimson.

                “You can feel it, can’t you? All that new power from being my mate flowing through you?” You nodded weekly. “Good but just remember. I’m the one in control now, you’re bound to me so if you even think about hurting me or doing something stupid, I’ll strip them away and leave you for dead. We clear?”

                “Yes, Lee.” You sighed, accepting your fate. His eyes flashed once more to black before turning back to the blue that had drawn you in so easily. You bit your lip, staring up at his rugged looks and acknowledging there were worse options to be bound to for all eternity.

“Fuck, I hope you never lose that doe eyed look. I just wrecked your pussy and you still look like the shy little bookworm you are.” He pulled his cock from you slowly, the first gentle action of the night. “Do you need some stew now, little witchling?” He asked, teasing you and tickling your side, forcing a smile onto your face that didn’t last. Lee let out a small sigh.

“Listen, you might look cute when you cry on my cock, but you’ve got one hell of a smile, darling. I’d like to see it for real.” His words struck a chord, all night he’d teased and degraded you, but now he seemed gentile, almost trying to be charming. He brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “You have to remember sweetheart, I may be strong and powerful, but I have to lure in my pray first.”

Lee gently pounced on you, placing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck, nipping and kissing until you were squealing and laughing in pleasure, forgetting for just a moment the rude and brash way he’d taken you, sexually and literally. When Lee stopped, he pulled back to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you sweetheart, if you’re good for me, I can be so good for you.” Despite everything you’ve ever known about demons, you decided to trust him; hoping that as his wife, maybe you could do some good and help the people of the town on a wider scale.

“Can I ask for one thing, please?” you asked, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

“Well, I am feeling awfully generous.” He said, smiling coyly.

“Please let me keep this place. I promise I’ll come home to you every night but…a witch needs her sacred space.” You asked, batting your eyelashes just a little.

“Hmmmm, I suppose that can be arranged.” Lee conceded. “But I have complete and unfettered access, understood?” You nodded, knowing the road ahead as his wife would be rough, but seeing who he was and hoping you could smooth down the rougher edges gave you a sense of relief.

He lay on his side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You were almost shocked how comfortable you felt in his embrace. But it happened easily, his leg feeling so natural wrapped around yours in your bed.  

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Black No.1

Alex Keller x Goth!Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW. MDNI. golden retriever man and goth woman. I definitely wrote this for myself.

She's in love with herself, she likes the dark

And on her milk-white neck: The Devil's mark

Now it's All Hallows Eve, the moon is full

But will she trick or treat? I bet she will.

She’s polar opposite of him. He is every bit of blonde pretty as they come. His eyes always bright and charming. She is mystified energy wrapped in black cloth. He appreciates your taste in music. He even indulges in it sometimes. Your endless records are always playing on the turntable

She's got a date at midnight with Nosferatu

Oh baby, Lily Munster ain't got nothing on you

Well, when I called her evil she just laughed

Well, cast that spell on me, boo bitch-craft

He was attracted to her energy. She doesn’t need a man’s attention or approval. She walks with her head high and demands respect. First time he seen you walk into a room all he could hear is the ringing in his ears and his eyes glued to you until you decided to stare him down in response. You made him blush so much he had to look away and fidget with his hands.

Yeah, you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing

You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing

Dye 'em black. Ooh, dye 'em black

Black heels, black pants, black nails, black lipstick. That black eyeliner he loved to see run down your face when you just can’t take anymore of the pleasure he gives.

Black, black, black, black number one

Black, black, black, black number one

He loved watching you get ready. You took pride in your appearance. Everyday you’d apply your makeup and do your hair. Alex loved the lip color you always wore. It looked beautiful on your lips, and on his after passionately kissing you. The only lights on in the house at night were candles light. Softly illuminating the rooms creepy but cozy.

Little wolf-skin boots and clove cigarettes

An erotic funeral for which she's dressed

Her perfume smells like burning leaves

Every day is Halloween

Your perfume could always be smelled when you walked by. And your hair always smelled clean, Alex always thought he was smooth hiding that he was smelling it when you cuddled on your black silk sheets in the early morning. Your sent drives him wild

Alex loved buying you new clothes. He loved when packages came in and got to see you try everything on. He loved you in black lace. You did all the technical stuff for the 141 so you didn’t need to dress in combat gear. Instead, dressing like the mistresses of the night. Men’s heads would turn from the sent of vanilla when you walked by and to glance at your fishnet covered legs paired with a black pencil shirt accentuating your plump thighs and ass.

In the beginning it bothered Alex knowing that all the men around him craved you. You were a feast laid out before starving men. But he grew to know your loyalty to one another was fierce. He got you chain necklace with a small heart pendant with his name engraved on both sides. A subtle way for any man that looks at your soft breasts to know that you are taken.

Love, loving you was like loving the dead.

You clash against the camo clad men. You’re a reminder that there is something outside of war. A beautiful darkness that tells a story. Your soul that understands his fears, needs, joys, wants and desires.

It was like fucking the dead

Your long pointed nails would leave marks up his back. Your sent that stuck to the sheets. Your moans that would fill the air. Your need to be worshipped. His need to pray to your mind, spirit and body. Your delicate hands that would grab his jaw when you wanted to pull him down to you for a kiss. He loves how different you look from him and everyone around. His soft pants and whimpering meshed with your moans and cry’s from the pleasure his hands and tongue would bring you. The way he’d run his fingers along your back tattoo when you’re bent over for him.

[ghulehunknown]

Group Sex with Terzo

Terzo x F!Reader x Siblings of Sin

Day 11 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**WARNING - EXPLICIT, NSFW**

Also available on AO3!

“Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy”

Terzo x F!Reader x Siblings of Sin

Summary: After making a few too many jokes at Terzo’s expense, he proves you and your Siblings wrong.

CW/Tags: F!Reader, AFAB non-binary Sibling of Sin character, Sister of Sin character, nipple play, group sex, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, P in V sex, unprotected sex, partner swapping, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, CMNF, love at first fuck

Word Count: 3140

Decorating the Abbey for a haunted Black Mass this Hallows’ Eve, you passed the time talking to your Siblings Selene and Alix. The pair of them were hanging black curtains against the stone back wall behind the altar and you held the ladder to make sure neither of them fell.

“So do you think he can really…well, you know,” said Selene. “When he talks about doing two at a time.”

“No way,” Alix replied with a scoff.

“I dunno, I think he still can,” you said, smiling while their backs were turned. It was almost like you knew a secret they didn’t - but you didn’t, not really.

You and Terzo had a bit of a…moment in the side hall linen closet last week. You were stocking the laundry with clean habits and cassocks for the Siblings when Terzo slipped in, likely avoiding Imperator or Nihil. “Shhh,” he told you at the time, peering out of the crack of the door to make sure whoever he was hiding from had passed down the hallway. “Ah, it’s you,” he said slyly, remembering your shy glances at him during Mass while he was leading worship. “Let me help you.”

He had helped you reach the top shelf, though he was not much taller than you, when he grazed against your chest accidentally. “Sorry, Sis-” he had begun to say. Unfortunately, your brain lost all control of your faculties and you let out a quiet moan when he did this. When you turned around to face him and his sneaky grin, he looked down your front, finding your hard nipples through your habit with ease. This one was a bit…worn, and see through. You had glanced down to find something of his that was hard as well through his chasuble. “Well this was fun. Gotta go,” he remarked with a wink, carefully poking his head out of the closet and darting down the hall in the opposite direction he came from. ‘The fuck?’ you thought to yourself at the time, hanging your head out of the closet and watching him go. But you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since then.

“Nah, I’m calling it. The man is gorgeous but I bet you he can’t get it up long enough to - ” Alix began to say but Selene elbowed them in the side.

“Who can’t get what up?” came a familiar voice and your eyes widened before turning around to face him.

“Papa - w-we were just, um,” you stammered.

“Relax, Siblings,” he said, looking at the three of you. “I was just coming in to check how things were going here. I would not normally hover over you, you see, but Sister she eh -” he rolled his eyes at the mere mention of her name.

“Yes,” you remarked morosely, looking up at Selene and Alix on the ladders with hooks in their hands, their eyes equally in shock - their attempts to hide behind the curtains not working. “Imperator always has her tight deadlines, doesn’t she?”

Selene nodded her head quickly while Alix pretended to lose their baphomet sigil amongst the heavy curtain panels.

Terzo picked up a few of the decorations on the altar mindlessly. “Now what’s this about Papa not being able to ‘get it up’?”

Oh fuck. Obviously your Siblings weren’t going to give up the game that easily.

“It was just silly gossip Papa, I promise,” you said while looking at him earnestly. “It meant nothing.”

“Mm, well I have a reputation around here to maintain,” he said, placing both hands on the altar and glancing between the three of you. “Imagine if this unfounded gossip landed in the wrong hands? Can’t have that now, can we?”

You couldn’t explain the effect he had on you, but his words… you could feel the heat build between your legs as he spoke with such a command, although feigning an air of innocence at the same time. He intimidated you, and you liked it.

Selene and Alix had finished hanging up one panel of the curtains, and came down the ladder steps. Alix approached the altar to grab another box of nails, but stopped dead in their tracks when Terzo shot a glance their way.

“You especially seem doubtful, Sibling,” he said to them.

Alix swallowed and didn’t respond, suddenly no longer your outspoken friend they normally were.

“So have you ever…I mean, taken two at a time after a show?” Selene asked.

Terzo smirked at her, then looked in your direction before answering. “I don’t kiss and tell.” But something about the way he said this told you he had - and probably had more lovers in one night than you’d ever had in your whole life.

“So why don’t we settle this score, and put to bed your little rumors, no?” he continued, looking at each of you. All of you glanced at one another, hoping the other might telepathically give you the right answer to say. Sensing your uncertainty, he looked towards Alix. “You. Come.”

“Yes, Papa,” they obeyed and walked up to Terzo, hands clasped in front of them.

“Kiss tua Sorella and take off your habit.”

They paused. “Er - which one?”

“Whichever you like,” he said, leaning against the altar and crossing his arms against his chest.

Alix walked over to Selene, who did not falter and leaned her head to the side, inviting Alix’s lips to hers. They kissed for a few moments, building until their tongues were slipping into each other’s mouths, quiet and breathy moans escaping as they clung onto one another’s arms.

Just when you thought Papa never noticed the lower ranked Siblings, he continued to surprise you. It was as if he knew and could sense the budding attraction between them for the last few weeks. Even you had caught them flirting with one another, even if they had never admitted it out loud.

Alix broke away from their embrace and turned to look at Terzo who nodded at them. They unzipped their habit and slid it down past their hips, letting it fall to the floor. Naturally small-chested, they often chose to forgo a bra, now standing in front of Papa in nothing but their thong panties.

“Those too,” he said, pointing down. They slipped those off too, now standing in front of their peers and superior completely bare.

He made a come hither motion and they walked up to him. He kissed them gently, caressing their body, his hands cupping their breasts. Alix moaned, closing their eyes.

“I love your fucking cute little tits,” he breathed in between their lips, cupping their chin his hand. “Così dannatamente perfetto.” He motioned for them to sit on the edge of the altar.

As Alix sat down, Terzo motioned for Selene to come to him. She followed suit, already unzipping her habit. He helped her take it off, turning her around so he could unhook her bra. He kissed her on the lips, thumbing her hard nipples and holding her petite frame in his arms easily. He tapped her on the ass and motioned for her to join Alix on the altar, yanking her panties off as she turned around.

Next would be you. You swallowed, closing your eyes for a moment as you realized the man you’d been longing for would soon have his lips on yours…

But he went to your Siblings to the altar instead, leaving you watching. He positioned himself in between them, bringing his hands to their sex, rubbing circles between their thighs while alternating kissing them. They kissed each other through pleasured sighs when he took turns sucking their nipples.

After a moment or two, he retracted his fingers from their clits and stepped back, allowing them to embrace each other and kiss more passionately. “Lick their pretty little cunt,” he instructed Selene. She eyed Terzo as she moved down Alix’s body, finally burying her face in their folds, slipping her tongue inside. Alix moaned louder, arching their back. “Brava ragazza,” he said before turning to you. “You.”

“Yes, Papa?” you asked meekly as he sauntered over to you.

“You better be fucking wet,” he said into your ear, sliding his hand between your legs and finding the barrier of the damp fabric of your panties - already saturated in your arousal.

“I think you’ll find what you’re looking for,” you said with a smile, finding a similar smile spread across his lips almost immediately. He tugged at your underwear, pulling them down your legs. You helped him by kicking them off your ankles and spread your legs for his exploring hand.

His gloved fingers met your clit with ease, already slippery with your slick. “Mmn,” you purred as he made gentle flicking motions. Rather than kiss you, he watched your face intently - each muscle in your face twitching and contorting at every graze to your core. He watched your eyebrows furrow and your lips open to coo as he added another finger, dipping inside your already dripping hole.

You could hear the contented sighs of your Siblings coming from the altar growing louder. You reached down and grasped his rock hard cock through his robes, hearing him murmur “Satanas.”

He led you to the altar, laying you down on your back while he undressed you fully. The cold marble startled your nervous system, your back arching to save your body heat, an “ah!” escaping your lips. You looked to your right, Selene still enthusiastically diving into Alix whose body was convulsing, evidently close to climax.

Terzo kissed your lips gently - the first time your mouths intertwined, feeling just how passionate and sweet his touch could be. He kissed along your body, along your stomach, along your hips, until his lips met in between your thighs. He exhaled, savoring this moment. You inched your hips forward, desperate for release at this point. He slipped his tongue in between your pussy lips, sliding around with the tip and exploring every inch of you. He moaned as he hit your entrance, sucking your slick right out of your cunt.

Your breath caught in your throat until a quiet hum formed. He stroked himself as he covered his face in your juices, sloppily sucking and licking like a desperate, starving man who had never eaten before and was determined to leave the plate clean.

To your right, Alix screamed out in the throes of passion, their body shuddering against Selene’s mouth. Selene held Alix’s head in her hands, tenderly kissing their face until their breathing returned to normal.

They switched positions with Alix now buried in Selene just as Terzo moved up your body, one hand by your ear, the other on his cock. He stroked himself, placing the tip right at your entrance. You spread your legs to prepare yourself for him. He glided inside you with ease, your aching cunt needing to be filled.

And oh fuck - he must’ve been made for you, he fit so well. You didn’t need to prepare for his stretch or length because he just fit, like Lucifer had made you two to piece together like a puzzle.

“Cazzo, you feel so fucking good,” he breathed, entering you thrusting in and out with ease. You cried out as he perfectly brushed against your g-spot from this angle. He continued for a few minutes, your Siblings’ moans acting as a horny soundtrack.

He leaned in to kiss you before sliding out and moving over to Alix, whose ass was in the air, mouth moving over Selene’s cunt. He slammed into them from behind as they cried out. He held onto their hips and pummeled into them. “Is this how you imagined it to be, caro, hmn?” he asked into their ear. Alix could only gasp in pleasure for an answer, satisfying Terzo.

Selene leaned over to kiss you and you could smell Alix’s arousal on her mouth. She reached in between your legs and massaged your clit while you both continued to kiss, Alix hovered between her legs, and Terzo behind them. He extended his arm to Selene’s cunt to relieve Alix, who was gasping and moaning as Terzo slid into them.

He pulled out after a few moments and positioned himself in front of Selene, yanking her legs so their hips were aligned. He lifted her chin with his hand, bringing her face to his and kissing her - though more roughly than he did with you, you noticed. He pushed her legs open, completely exposing her to him, a devilish grin on his face. He thumbed her clit while sliding his cock up to meet her slit, then pushing himself in. As Selene moaned loudly, Alix curled up next to her on the altar, caressing her face and running their hands through her hair.

“You see how your sweet Sister takes my cock so well?” Terzo asked, looking down at Selene as he pumped his entire length in and out of her. “Tell her Siblings, tell her how good she’s doing.”

“You’re taking Papa so well,” Alix encouraged Selene, still stroking her cheek and giving her a kiss on the lips. You stroked her hair and leaned in to kiss her as well, your hand buried in your cunt to alleviate the absence of Papa and Selene’s ministrations.

Terzo continued rubbing circles over her clit while Alix kissed her passionately. Selene’s breathing got quicker, moaning louder and louder. You grabbed onto Terzo’s ass, pushing him deeper into her. Terzo rode her through her orgasm, her body clenching and tensing, her legs wrapping around his waist. Terzo didn’t let up his pace or give her a chance to settle down, instead driving into her more wildly from hearing her cries.

Seeing three obedient Siblings wait so patiently for their turn with him seemed to nearly drive Terzo over the edge as he grunted through thrusts, “Cazzo, not yet!” and pulled out of Selene entirely. He looked you in the eyes. You.

He was saving you for last, his first taste not enough.

He motioned for the other two to get on either side of you. He slid you down towards the middle of the altar, Selene getting up and readjusting herself to your left shoulder, Alix scooting up towards your right. They both ran their hands down your body, massaging your breasts and nipples, touching your cheek, detangling your now messy hair, taking turns kissing you and each other.

Terzo watched them as he spread your legs apart and began to massage along your nethers. He was taking his time exploring a new body with his hands, almost as if to know your shape by muscle memory. He muttered something in Italian under his breath, likely filthy. Eventually his gaze fell to you and only you. He seemed to study you, watching intently as your chest rose and fell with his touches - which strokes and what intensity made you react a certain way. You inhaled sharply as he slipped two fingers inside you and his eyes met yours, watching the way your facial muscles tensed. He twisted and curled his fingers inside you towards him and you exhaled, your mouth opening. He muttered what almost sounded like, “hm,” watching you like a hawk.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It feels so good,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Bene. Are you ready for more, Sorella?” he asked softly. You nodded, and he pulled his erection from his robes again, sliding his length along your slit from your core right up to your bud, over and over. He smiled and took delight in watching you hiss each time he tapped your clit with the head of his cock. Your body was tense but you relaxed the more he stroked you up and down, ready for him.

Once he decided he had worked you up enough to take him internally again, he pushed his member inside your cunt and glided in with ease. The two of you moaned together as he filled your walls just as perfectly as before.

“Satanas you are so fucking wet, so fucking tight,” he groaned happily. “Are you this wet from me, or from your Siblings?”

Your cheeks were flushed hot red, sweat forming at your temples. “B-both, I think Papa,” you said.

“Mmn - ! But you are getting wetter from me, Sorella,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, Papa,” you choked through his thrusts.

“Cazzo Sorella, I do not think I will last much longer,” he said, biting his lower lip and tossing his head back. He continued rubbing circles around your sensitive bud with his thumb. You could feel your Siblings caressing your breasts but you really only had eyes for Terzo.

“I’m s-so close, Papa,” you assured him.

“Mm, fuck - ! Where do you want it, sweet Sister? Your pretty tits or your pretty face, hm?” He looked at you, cocking his head to the side.

Goddammit, why did he have to look so cute? Before you fully registered his words you found yourself saying, “Inside me.” Wait, really?

“Merda Sorella, are you sure? - oh Lucifer fuck -”

“Really,” you breathed as you felt your own orgasm take over, and felt him coat you inside.

You had never experienced a high like this. Surrounded by lovers helping you, caring for you. But it was your embrace with Terzo that sent you over the edge. The two of you kissed as he grunted, spilling the last drops of his seed along your walls.

“Buon lavoro, Siblings,” he said, rubbing you each on the chin whilst still inside you. Each of you got up and began to put your clothes back on as Papa adjusted himself back in his robes. “I’ll be sure to tell Imperator you do very good work here,” he said with a wink.

“Grazie, Papa,” you all said in unison, bowing your heads slightly before grabbing your habits from the floor.

As you were each putting your clothes back on, Terzo instructed, “Put each other’s panties on - I want you to feel how wet you were for one another.” You grabbed Selene’s pink panties, feeling the cold wet spot meet your cunt as you slid them over your hips. You could feel your cheeks blush as you each looked at one another.

“Now these silly rumors,” he continued, walking up to Alix who was in the middle of slipping your underwear over their hips.

“Shall never be repeated again, Papa,” they said, lowering their chin but looking him in the eyes.

“Molto bene,” he said, gently clapping them on the cheek while giving you a wink. He began to walk down the aisle of the Abbey towards the front door, but turned on his heel to look at you all once more. “I believe that panel is crooked.”

The panel Alix and Selene had just put up fell off the wall just as Terzo exited.

Italian to English Translations

- tua Sorella (your Sister)

- Così dannatamente perfetto (So damn perfect)

- Brava ragazza (good girl)

- Cazzo (Fuck)

- caro (dear)

- Bene (Good)

- Merda (Shit)

- Buon lavoro (Good job)

- Molto bene (Very good)

[enbyonsteriods]

Happy All Hallows’ Eve-

This is technically my second contribution to the hetalia fandom

I’ve had so much homework that it took me over a month to complete (and I’m probably still missing something-)

I came up with this idea on a whim, and I wish I could’ve dressed up as America for Halloween, but sigh 😔 /j

[uselesssomebody]

𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 - singledad!bucky x neighbor!reader

complete masterlist | mcu masterlist | bucky barnes masterlist

words || 𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || week to all hallows' eve

summary || in which bucky's neighbor really connects with his daughter

a/n || gonna be posting a few stuff today to make up for my absence ➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. check out the masterlist ➵ not yet proofread ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

bucky knew how to deal with hair. he knew how to keep it soft, to keep it clean, to tie it up into both professional and casual pony-tails. he knew how to untangle it, and how to brush it without hurting the scalp. after all, he had kept his own hair almost shoulder length for quite a while. he’d never had a problem styling his little girl’s hair in the past, when she’d come to him with requests of ponytails or braids. hell, he’d even taught himself how to french braid for the girl but, as the time they should have been spending preparing to go trick-or-treating dwindled, he realized that the style that she had in mind was simply beyond his capabilities.

he ran a brush through it, detangling it again, and holding onto it right above the roots to ensure the knots would cease without causing any pain to her. she was distracted by the accents of her outfit, and he blows out a deep sigh, guilt-stricken at the thought of disappointing his daughter.

“sweetheart, are you sure you can’t have it like this?” he gently attempted to break the news to her, but she adamantly shook her head.

“no, daddy, it has to look like this!” she showed his reference picture again, and he nodded solemnly. he knew that the hair made or broke the costume, and he couldn’t ruin something she was so excited about. checking the time, he decided to employ his last resort. he turns his daughter’s chair around, taking her hand.

“c’mon. let’s go on a lil’ trip.”

bucky didn’t live with his daughter’s mother. the break-up had been swift enough, and he wasn’t too upset about ending the relationship, but he did regret the sheer loss of contact with the woman. she was never really too involved in their child’s life - invested in her own projects - and, though he didn’t too much mind that part, it did become difficult when he needed a woman’s expertise or perspective on certain topics. as close as he and his daughter were, there were simply some things better expressed within her own gender.

that was where she stepped in. she’d moved to the neighborhood just a while over two years ago. at first, they rarely met - her job keeping her out of the house for hours and sometimes days at a time. they’d met at the occasional barbecue or out on their lawns, and those few times showed just how good she was with his daughter. sometime last year, though, she’d switched to working from home and, suddenly, her schedule started lining up with his much more often.

after that, they’d drop by at each other’s places often. first, it was to ask for basics - do you have some sugar i could use? the store’s closed by now and i seem to have forgotten it… or could i borrow a wrench? my old one’s been a bit - er, misplaced, i suppose! - and, after that, it was to ask for small favors - i hate to bother you but i think my sink’s a bit broken and i hate to ask this of you, but could you look over her for a half-hour? i’ve just got to run into the shops.

since then, she’d pop in without warning, a dessert or snack in her hand - homemade, usually. then, when she found out that the young barnes’ favorite pastry was apple pie - courtesy of her uncle steve - she would bring it whenever she could. she’d be met with fond smiles and sung praises from bucky, but also a playful admonishment for spoiling his daughter.

though, he came to realize that, as he did, his daughter also absolutely adored her. she’d been a massive help when confused as to how to deal with his daughter’s expanding interests and emotions that he couldn’t really get.

he still remembered when he’d gone to her - completely baffled - with the topic of his daughter’s new kindergarten boyfriend. she was so young - and he couldn’t fathom the possibility. in fact, he had looked so grief stricken that she had unfortunately laughed when describing the problem, much to his indignance.

she was fantastic and, of course, absolutely gorgeous. had he been anyone else, he would have allowed himself to indulge in the thought of her so much more than this, though close, strictly friendly, neighborly relationship. but bucky knew that, though he was content in his choices, others say parenthood and the light of his life - his daughter - as a burden. after all, she was successful and seemingly fulfilled; who was he to add such a major role to her life.

still, he loved remembering the ways his little girl’s eyes shone at the mention of her.

he rapped on the door, his knuckles tapping the wood loudly. his daughter’s whole hand basically wrapped over one of his fingers, but she’s quick to release it at the sight of her opening the door, instead excitedly rushing to greet her. she grunts at the speed of the little girl’s pounce.

“oh, hello! is everything alright?”

“yeah, yeah, of course!” he reels his daughter back to him, keeping her in place, before swallowing, “just - look she’s got this idea for a hairstyle and i just can’t get the hang of it. could you - uhm -” she nods immediately, ushering the both of them in without hesitation.

they’d been inside several times and, as she ushers his daughter to go wait in the bathroom, he watches her try to finish arranging her candy for the night.

“oh, i’ve got that, please.” he immediately moves to her side, pulling at the super-sized bags on candy to place them in the neatly labelled buckets. she looks as though she wants to argue, but decides against it, smiling graciously as she goes to tend to the little one.

it doesn’t take long for him to finish emptying out the bags into the buckets, and he’s gone to see how the progress is going. she’s already got half of the girl’s pinned up delicately and cleanly, with not much more than a strand out of place. he watches her work her magic with a mixture of fondness at his daughter’s smiling face, and just a sheer awe at her ability to do something that he so struggled with.

it takes her no more that a few more minutes, taking the young girl to do a twirl in her completed outfit in the full-length mirror in the hall. she was giggling as she was being spun, before running to her daddy to show him her hair.

“wow.” it’s a true statement of wonder, and he looks up to see her blush lightly at the inherent complement. she crouches to be at the height of his daughter, caressing her dress with one hand to ease out any wrinkles and lightly taking her hand in the other.

“will i be seeing you, my little warrior?” his daughter looked up at him, and he pursed his lips in thought.

“oh, i’m not sure if your candy emporium -” she laughs at the analogy, “will still be open. we’re hitting our neighborhood last.” he daughter dejectedly looks at her, upset by the news that was new to the both of them. seeing this, she immediately shakes her head.

“it’ll still be open, i promise. d’you promise to come, honey?” she nods eagerly, babbling a promise! back at her, making her laugh, “d’ya promise, buck?” she tilts her head up to look at him, and he smiles.

“i promise.”

his daughter’s arms had gotten tired about halfway through with holding her heavy bag of goodies, and he was quick to her her out. now, with an absolutely brimming bag, they get to their last door of the night. he lifts her up a little so that she can reach the doorbell.

the door opens in moments and, with a toothy grin, she brandishes her bucket (with some support from her father)

“trick or treat!” she smiles at the little girl, picking out a large chocolate bar for the girl.

“and for, my little warrior, the best candy of them all!” having not seen the candy anywhere else, the young girl is elated, grasping at it and thanking her several times over. she looks up at the somewhat exhausted image of bucky, and smiles sympathetically to him, “wanna come in for a bit?” he looks a little surprised by the offer.

“are you sure?”

“’f course.” his daughter looks up at him.

“can i show her my candy, daddy?” she responds for him.

“of course you can, honey. c’mon, let’s got to the couch.”

as his daughter arranges her assorted goods on the coffee table, she brews hot chocolate for everyone, presenting the sweet drink in front of them in a few moments.

his daughter begins to explain her different treats but, as her drink dwindles, so too does her energy, and she’s quick to pass out on the floor. her father places her onto the couch, stroking her arm lightly to keep her in the soft lull of sleep.

“you’re real nice to her, you know.” he says it after a moment of silence, and it catches her a bit off-guard.

“she deserves it. she’s a real good kid - in most part due to her father.” she can see him flush at the compliment, and smiles.

“you help me out a lot, y’know.” she knows, but she also knows that he’d do the same for her.

“well, you are my favorite neighbor.”

“you mean it?” his tone’s a little different, and she looks up to see a gleam of flirtation in his eyes.

“i mean, who else could make single parenthood look so easy - and look good doing it?” he laughs, and she does too.

“she really likes you…loves you, i think. is that forward?” he’s a little worried by the comment, but he knows she won’t take it too oddly.

“not at all - i like-slash-love her too.” he smiles, as they both go silent, and for a moment, she knows what he’s thinking.

“do you think i could ever-”

“yes.”

“i didn’t ask the question?”

“shit, oh - no, it was just very obvious what you were gonna ask - go ahead, though, you can be a gentleman about it.” he laughs at her blunt response, but continues.

“alright then - could i ever take you out for a dinner? or a drink?”

she had been nodding already as he was asking the question, and he suddenly felt elated at her lack of hesitation

“please, that would be lovely.”

“will you come over to mine, then? friday?” she thinks for a moment, before nodding.

“friday’s good.” he looks at his daughter.

“i’ll find someone else to babysit for a change, then.” she laughs.

“nah, she can stay. i think it’ll be nicer.”

“y’think?”

“i know - who wouldn’t want her. she’s adorable!”

“you’re adorable.” she rolls her eyes at the cheesy comment, but the pink on her neck indicates her actual feelings.

“that was awful.”

“you liked it.”

“only because you’re the one saying it.”

“what can i say?”

“don’t say. get home, tuck her in and pick me up friday - 7 p.m.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[achaotichuman]

Tamlin scaring the living hell out of Lucien in hallow's eve (Prythians version of holloween) and even making it creepier because Tamlin can mimic or copy voices by shifting his vocal ranges.

LoL and all the tactics to scare Lucien was just Tamlin's clever little scheme to cuddle with Lucien and play "I'll guard you and protect you my love!" Role.

My man committed to get those damn cuddles from his hot autumn court boyfriend 😭😭😭

Omg I love this so much. I think the scene would go something like this.

Hallow's Eve would be beginning tonight. The Spring Court was in a flutter, decorations were up. Gold, orange and red were splashed throughout the Spring Court, fog shrouded the gardens, creating a ghost like effect. Plants with thorns were climbing up and around the manor, looking like long hands and fingers. Eris had visited not even a week ago, the newly crowned High Lord had subtly antagonized Tamlin, telling Lucien he should come back to the Autumn Court for the celebration because Autumn did Hallow's Eve like no other Court, and that Spring could never even get near the level of celebration Autumn was on.

Obviously, this led to Tamlin snapping that the Spring Court was unmatched in its celebrations and Hallow's Eve was no exception to that.

Then Lucien had laughed and pointed out that not only did Tamlin, the High lord of the Spring Court, hated parties and celebrations, but that the Spring Court wasn't 'scary' in the slightest.

So, naturally, Tamlin took that right to heart and made a bet with Eris. The Spring Court would outdo the Autumn Court this Hallow's Eve. If they did, Eris would have to finally give up Tamlin his recipe for spiced sugar cookies, if they lost Tamlin would have to publicly accept defeat in front of both their councils.

Lucien would judge both the celebrations. His judgement would be based on, who had the scariest decorations, whose people were enjoying the holiday most, and finally, who had the best jump scares.

Tamlin was looking forward to that last piece of criteria.

Night had just fallen. The last drops of sunlight disappeared from the horizon, and the Spring Court was in a buzz.

Thankfully for Tamlin, if there was one thing all Spring Court citizens all had in common, it was that they were all fiercely competitive, dangerously so. So, of course, Tamlin told as many people as he could about the bet he had made. Maybe the old prejudices that Beron had created in his rule with the Spring Court came in handy as well. As every Fae he told immediately went into competition mode. Autumn would never beat Spring.

Tamlin looked over his Court from a small balcony in his bedroom. Everyone was running about, laughing, dancing, someone jumped out of the bushes and screams erupted, followed by chastising and the scarer running away cackling. Tamlin smiled, he may not like the big parties and celebrations, but he loved watching his people happy and carefree.

There was a knock at his door, Tamlin called out, "Come in."

As expected, Lucien opened the door, he had gone to Autumn earlier and would be returning there much later into the night. Autumn celebrations mostly took place in the witching hours, whereas Spring preferred celebrations before midnight.

"How was Autumn?" Tamlin asked.

"Spring better become the scariest lands I have ever set foot in, or else you better start preparing that speech of defeat for the councils." Lucien said.

"Autumn doing that well." Tamlin raised an eyebrow.

"Eris managed to convince Kallias to help him frost up some of the rooms so there's a sudden coldness when you enter certain spots in the Forest House. That in of itself is terrifying, I do not look forward to that combined with the scares I saw him setting up."

Tamlin glanced over at Lucien, he pushed himself from the railing of the balcony and walked back into his bedroom. Lucien stepped forward until they met each other in the middle of the room.

"Perhaps you'll want me to go with you to protect you later on." Tamlin murmured.

Lucien laughed, "I don't need your protection, Tam."

At that Tamlin hummed, narrowing his eyes, "You sure about that, Hallow's Eve can become quite... scary as the night progresses."

Lucien took in a breath, his broad chest expanding, Tamlin watched every movement of his muscle, entranced, "I'm sure it will be, but I am not a man easily scared."

"I know you aren't. But you never know what'll you'll come across tonight." Tamlin hummed, he started to draw circles on the planes of Lucien's chest. The Spring Lord stepped closer, going to wrap his arms around Lucien's waist and hold him close.

But Lucien stepped back. Tamlin blinked at the empty spot where his boyfriend had just been standing. He looked up to see Lucien smirking at him.

"I'll see you outside, High lord." Lucien said, bowing his head in mock respect, before turning on his heel and striding out of the room, leaving Tamlin standing there gaping at where Lucien was, alone.

The door clicked shut. Tamlin glared dagger at the door as if it were personally responsible for Lucien leaving.

"Not easily scared, we'll see about that." Tamlin whispered under his breath.

Tonight was now no longer about the bet.

It was about getting back the cuddles he had just lost.

Tamlin went to his mirror and stared at his reflection. An idea swirling in his head. Was it a tad cruel? Maybe. But if Lucien wanted a scare. Tamlin would give him a scare.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hallow's Eve was now in full swing. And Lucien had to admit. Some of the decorations freaked him out just a bit. Whilst the entire interior of the Manor was decorated from top to bottom, most of the event was taking place outside.

Lucien had to admit it was impressive. Autumn had a leg up with Hallow's Eve simply because it was already decorated in the colors for the festival, orange, red and yellows were abundant all year long. Whereas Spring was normally filled with all different varieties of colors, never sticking to just one.

But tonight... the Spring Court was very, very different tonight. Tamlin had to be doing something with his magic.

The Spring Court had been darker. Fog rolled in waves along the floors. The normally bright greens of the forests were dulled so much so that they almost appeared black. Even the bright flowers had been dulled as if the fog had seemed into their very color. Lucien wasn't able to see very far with the mist hanging over his eyes. The only light source was the old lantern hung up in the trees, creating a soft glow that was drowned by the darkness.

Everything seemed carefully placed, even the thorny brambles seemed to move with intent, dragging along glass panes, or wrapping around statues in a manner that almost appeared human.

Still, nothing Lucien couldn't handle. He watched as children laughed and sang songs, dancing with their friends and running through the gardens. There were large bonfires taking place further out into the grounds. That was where the food and drink was. The music of tonight was darker as well. The songs on the violins were low, the drums were rumbling in a way that sent a thrill up Lucien's spine. People danced slow and with confidence. Illuminated by the glow of the fire but shrouded in the haze that had taken over tonight. People looked like ghosts.

Tamlin had truly outdone himself.

Still, Lucien wasn't scared.

After a few minutes watching the people laugh and talk, eat and drink, dance and sing. He decided to wander the grounds a bit more.

Turning away from the party Lucien headed down a path he knew well. A cobblestone road that took him through the hanging gardens. Large archways and stone statues filled this part of the Manor grounds. Lucien always loved walking through here.

He passed overhead vines, and a large archway that was filled with red, sweet-smelling roses.

"Don't turn around."

Lucien froze where he stood. The hairs on his arms and neck stood straight up. A wave of horror coursed through him. Something had whispered from the bushes around him. A high-pitched childlike voice had spoken from the fog.

"Who's there?" Lucien asked the darkness, hand falling to the dagger on his waist. It would some child who had wandered away from the celebrations.

No one answered him. He expected to hear a rustling, or the crack of a stick under foot. Something to suggest a person hiding.

But no, just silence.

Pure silence. Lucien could no longer hear any sounds from the party behind him, nor a note of music.

He breathed a laugh, it was nothing. Just something Tamlin had planned to scare him, perhaps a glamour was over these part of the gardens?

Lucien continued his stroll forward, hand maybe slipping over the knife by his side, just remind himself it was still there.

"Don't look up."

"Okay whoever that is cut it out, go back to your parents!" Lucien shouted, he would not be dealing with little children running around, especially not in these parts of the gardens where there was no supervision.

Silence again. Lucien peered through the path set out before him. The fog was getting thicker, he could barely see his feet.

He knew where the path would lead, it was time to go back to the party. Get a drink and enjoy himself.

Lucien turned on his heel to return but stopped short.

The path had changed.

"What the fuck?" Lucien breathed. Instead of the cobblestone road he had been previously walking on, he was met with a dirt road that led into a darkened forest, so thick he could barely see two feet into it.

Looking down he saw how the cobblestone cut short to give way to the dirt path.

He didn't remember coming this way. Maybe he had hit a bend, no, he hadn't been walking for that long.

Looking around, he was simply surrounded by thorny rose bushes. There was no going through them without getting torn up.

A lump appeared in his throat, pressing down on his airway, he swallowed. Taking in a deep breath, he forcibly straightened his back. He must've just taken a wrong turn. He'd follow this path until he found one that led back to the manor.

Lucien began to walk forward. Stone jutted up out of the ground, he could barely see through the darkness, but kept going forward. His hand wrapped around the handle of his dagger, he told himself it was in case one of the Spring Court creatures smelled him out, he refused to admit his heart was pounding in his chest.

When Lucien nearly tripped over a root on the floor, he opened his hand and summoned a small flame to light up his path.

"Turn off the light."

"Whoever that is, go away!" Lucien shouted into the darkness.

Then a wind ripped by, a whistling filled the forest, and Lucien's flame was blown out. He scrunched his hand into a fist and gritted his teeth.

That's it, he turned around, he'd go back to gardens and find a way back on the cobblestone path, he was down this mystery road.

Lucien though the thing staring back at him was just his imagination until it stepped forward. Then his heart stopped in his chest and a scream rose in his throat.

It was twice his size and completely black from head to toe, a shadow. Its fingers were as long as it's shins. But even though it seemed to be made from simply shadow. Lucien could see every shiny white tooth it had as it smiled at him.

"I told you don't turn around." It said in a hollow, distorted voice.

Lucien had never screamed louder in his life. He didn't even unsheathe his dagger, Lucien just turned around and took off. Running faster than ever thought he could run.

Lucien didn't see that behind him. Tamlin shapeshifted back in his High Fae form. The glamour of the dirt path slowly coming away to reveal the cobblestone road underneath it.

"We'll see how Eris tops that." Tamlin said in a sing-song voice as he began to stroll back to the party where Lucien had bolted back too.

By the time Lucien finally got back to the party he collapsed to the ground. Panting, heart racing, his eyes wide and his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Lucien?" Lucien looked up to see Alis looking down at him, her eyebrows furrowed, "Are you alright?"

"There-forest-shadow-creature-thing-help." Lucien gasped out.

Poor Alis looked even more confused, then she looked up and her face dripped from confusion to deadpan.

Lucien turned to look over his shoulder and he saw Tamlin standing there. Quick as an asp he was on his feet and rushing into his boyfriend's arms.

"Tamlin, in the forest, there's something. It was awful." Lucien told him, wrapping his arms tightly around Tamlin and burying his face in his shoulder.

"Really?" Tamlin asked.

Lucien nodded, "It was terrifying, I was just walking through hanging gardens. Then I heard a kids voice and at first I thought it was just someone's child who had strayed to far, but then I turned around and the path was gone and instead there was a dirt road. And when I went down the road I turned around and I saw- Why are you smiling?" Lucien's face went from fear to confusion.

Tamlin was struggling to not grin. He simply raised an eyebrow and all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Lucien went from confused to angry.

"That was a scare!"

Tamlin just shrugged, "Glamours and shapeshifting are wonderful things."

Lucien's eye twitched, then he looked at Alis who was struggling not to laugh, then at the cobblestone path he had been on. He looked back at Tamlin's smug smile, then down at his shoes.

Then he laughed. He laughed hard.

"That was downright terrifying, Tam. I was scared." Lucien laughed.

"I know you were. But you said you couldn't be easily scared." Tamlin hummed.

Lucien just laughed harder and buried his face in the crook of Tamlin's neck.

"How dare you." Lucien mumbled. Tamlin stroked his fingers through Lucien's hair, rubbing comforting circles on his lower back.

"Do you think Eris will live up to that?" Tamlin murmured.

Lucien shuddered. He was still trembling from the earlier adrenaline rush. Now he was going to have to deal with whatever Eris had planned.

"Can I take back what I said earlier about not needing you to protect me?" Lucien whispered.

Tamlin couldn't have been smiling wider. He happily said, hugging Lucien closer, "Don't worry, I'll guard and protect you, my love!"

Lucien bit his lip and snuggled Tamlin closer, "Thank you."

That Hallow's Eve, Eris was forced to give up the spiced sugar cookie recipe that he had guarded for centuries to Tamlin. Who proceeded to make several dozen and ate them all with Lucien.

Thank you for the prompt! This was the first thing that came to my mind, I hope I did it justice!

[novacqnes]

hallows eve // ellie williams

summary: you and ellie must venture out into the woods to find an abandoned halloween shop, however quickly things go awry.

warning: suggestive language, supernatural elements

word count: 2.9k

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

a/n: been a while since i’ve written for my girl so i wanted to do something halloween related. happy halloween/almost halloween to those who celebrate :)

the humid air was cooler than usual, it was accompanied by a sudden change in weather. a warm brown hue replaced the green tint in the leaves, as hundreds fell over the following days. 

the entire woods was blanketed with a clash of red, orange and yellow colors, surrounding both you and ellie. the floor was decorated with dry leaves, cracking underneath your heavy steps. 

the two of you walked down a narrow path. the trees towered over you casting large dark shadows leading deeper into the woods. without a second thought you eagerly followed along, ellie trailing behind. 

“you sure this is the right way?”

a loud rustle from the bushes stopped her dead on her tracks. the woods seemed bigger than usual. she’d been in them hundreds of times for patrol but they felt so unfamiliar to her now, maybe it was the weather? 

“positive, it’s just through here,” you reassured, yet she didn’t move. 

you quickly noticed her hesitancy as she kept her feet planted to her spot. ellie had her fair share of fears, some more reasonable than others. however there were some she couldn’t really explain, it was a gut feeling. 

the halloween shop at the edge of the woods was one of them. and while she had never actually set foot in the store her mind was already made up. after all, what sinister mind puts a store of all places in the deep outskirts of the woods? a place where hundreds of people get lost daily, and not to mention the theme? 

however despite ellie’s disdain for the ancient shop, she agreed to go because you were. the last thing she’d want to do is leave you alone or in her words, “make sure you don’t get scared.” 

to ease her worries you walked over to her, taking one of her hands in yours. you brought your lips to her freckled face, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“we can turn back if you wan—“

“no, i’m fine. let’s keep going.” she muttered unconvincingly.

ellie hated admitting that she was scared but for the most part she didn’t need to. the evidence was all over her face. she couldn’t understand how you were so calm? even when jesse had first mentioned the dare, she’d never expected you to actually go through with it. 

“you have to trust me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, we just need to get a costume and take a picture then we can go.”

she gazed into your eyes, squeezing your hand in hers, almost like a confirmation. she didn’t trust the shop but she trusted you and that was enough.  

“well fuck me…” ellie whispered, finally moving from her spot. the both of you walked hand in hand down the long tapered path. 

as you continued the woods grew eerily silent. the further you got the less animals you saw and the darker it got despite it being early in the morning. you pushed this to the back of your mind as you noticed a small shack up ahead. ellie whipped out a polaroid from her pocket, comparing it against the shop. 

she mumbled, “it looks exactly the same…”

the shop was a spitting image of the picture jesse had given you. it was painted black— jet black. there was a bright red door with a golden handle partially hanging off. the windows were smashed in and the wood on the side was splintered, from what looked like an animal. a few of the letters had fallen off, instead of reading “hallows eve” it said “eve” in bold white paint.

together you walked up to the house, greeted by the looming gargoyle on the face of it. you reached for the door when you felt ellie tug you backwards.

“not yet, just give me a minute.” 

she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. a wave of nausea came over her but she did her best to disguise it. it was just gonna be a few minutes in this godforsaken place, she was more than capable of doing this.

“ready?” you asked.

ellie nodded as the both of you stepped inside. there were rows upon rows of antiques, masks and costumes— all untouched. it looked as if no one had even set foot in the shop, it was spotless aside from the dust that layered the room. 

on the top shelf of one of the rows a white object caught your attention. you walked over to the side of the room to get a better look. it was a thin clown mask with an eerie smile and decrepit hairline. 

“see something you like?”

you dusted the mask of cobwebs holding it up in the air. the tag read, pennywise the clown.

“he was a shapeshifting clown, they made a bunch of movies about him.”

“cool,” you whispered, twirling it in your hands. neither you nor ellie could fathom that a world like this existed prior to the one you already knew. daily, you were surrounded by horror and that wasn’t much of a choice. but befor,  people would willingly subject themselves to these kinds of things for a thrill? 

“hey, check this out,” ellie remarked, gesturing to the back of the shop.

one the wall there were dozens of paintings. you couldn’t quite make out what they were. they were grotesque figures but something about them made the paintings frighteningly beautiful. 

“they look—“

“disturbing.” 

“i was gonna say beautiful but that works too.”

the label on each painting was identical. the blue lettering read, willie jacques in cursive. although they were different, a similar message was conveyed, darkness and mystique. you couldn’t help but reach out to touch it. 

ellie cautioned, “you sure you should be doing that?”

“why not?” 

she babbled, “we don’t know who this willie guy is, for all we know he could’ve been the owner. and judging by the looks of it he doesn’t seem mentally stable. so what if that painting is cursed— then by touching it, you curse yourself and die a horrible death.” 

you doubled over laughing until you noticed you were the only one taking light of the situation. her hands were glued to her hips as her face remained blank—she was completely serious.

“…..you’ve been spending way too much time with jesse.”

“maybe but i just don’t want anything happening to you.” 

you grinned, a warm feeling seeping into your heart, god you loved this girl. you sauntered over to ellie, slipping a finger under her chin. 

“you’re so cute when you get protective like that.” you cooed.

a pink hue spread across ellie’s cheeks as she bashfully turned away, going to sit on the purple sofa in the corner of the room. she patted the seat next to her. 

“you get what i’m saying though? we know absolutely nothing about this store or the holiday…let’s just play it cool.”

you sat in front of her, your knee brushing against hers as you leaned forward.

“I can do that,” you purred. 

the distance between the two of you was slowly waning, ellie leaned forward as well her heated gaze falling on your lips. 

“what’re you doing?” she smirked, running her tongue over her lips. 

“playing it cool, like you asked.” 

you placed a hand on her thigh refusing to break eye contact. her hand trailed up your back, urging you forward. while your head was tilted she brushed her lips against your neck leaving behind light kisses. 

you squeezed your eyes closed as the intensity of them grew. you felt ellie drag her tongue along your soft skin. she continued for a little while before moving to your lips. 

she cupped your face in her hands, desperately pressing you against her with need. your hands roamed her upper body with an equal amount of desperation. after all sex in an abandoned shop not only sounded like a great bonding experience but a sexy one at that. 

your fingers reached for the hem of ellie’s sweatshirt when you heard a loud crash come from the back wall of the store. 

begrudgingly ellie pulled away from your lips immediately going to inspect. the floor was scattered with fragments of the framed painting. she noticed that it was the exact one you were about to touch. something about the way it was broken in the perfect shape of a circle unnerved her. 

you shouted, “i didn’t touch it, i swear.”

“no, i know that it’s just…. nevermind- the store’s old, things probably break all the time.”

despite her excuse ellie couldn’t shake the feeling, it’s normal for things to break but not like that. and she had no way of explaining it. not without sounding insane so she just left it. 

when she returned, you had the clown mask on your face causing her to jump. 

“what the hell, y/n?” she swore, clutching onto her chest.

“i completely forgot i had it on.” 

she sighed, “you’re insane, you know that?” 

“yep,” you giggled, peeling the mask off of your face. you got up to go explore the store handing ellie her camera. a tall black door on the opposite side of the room caught your eye as you sauntered over to it. the gold plaque on it read “employees only.”

“el, there’s a backroom behind here!” you called, diving deeper into the old store. 

hallows eve intrigued you more than you wanted to admit. and you weren’t sure if it was costumes that made you feel nostalgia for a time you weren’t able to see. or the disturbingly beautiful paintings that portrayed even the most vile creatures. regardless you could feel it occupying parts of your brain the more you thought about it. 

ellie on the other hand couldn’t wait to leave. clutching onto her camera. she felt like she was being watched. the paintings weren’t beautiful— to her they were menacing. they bore deep holes into her, watching her anxiously shift from one foot to another. 

“just grab something, okay, this place is creeping me out.” 

she held her camera up preparing to take a picture when she noticed a small paper near the cash register. she could’ve sworn there was nothing there just a few minutes ago. she flipped it over and it was a polaroid of her, a beautiful one at that. it was from just a few minutes ago and the worry lifted from her chest. 

“y/n, you didn’t tell me you already took a picture?” 

you emerged from the back with a handful of momentous stuffing them into your bag. 

“you should take a look, it’s like a gold mine back there—“

“y/n.” she said, her tone a bit more stern.

“huh?”

“you already took a picture?” she asked.

“no, i didn’t bring a camera. i thought you were gonna take it?”

ellie shook her head, dropping the picture from her fingertips. it was just the two of you, it had to be. there was nobody for miles, she was sure of it. 

she stammered, “t-that doesn’t make sense, who took this?” 

you snatched the photo from the ground holding it up to the light. it was a clear picture of ellie that day, at the store. it was taken from your point of view but you hadn’t done this.

“i don’t know, maybe i….” you trailed off, no rational excuse could explain the polaroid and panic quickly set in. 

the shop was no longer as glorious as it seemed to you. the beauty that once decorated the paintings had faded and instead replaced with an ominous feeling. the eyes from each art piece glared directly at you and ellie, causing a massive pit to form within your stomach. 

“we have to go.” 

you blurted, “but what about the picture?” 

“screw the picture y/n.”

ellie grabbed onto your hand pulling you straight towards the door as souvenirs fell from you bag, many breaking once they met the wooden floor. before she could reach the door you heard animalistic growls and screams echo throughout the woods. 

“fuck, they must’ve heard the noise,” she whispered.

instinctively, she pulled you close as the noise only grew closer, ringing throughout the shop. more items fell, shattering as broken pieces scattered across the ground. 

“we could make a run for the trees, you have to leave the bag—“

“no.”

“hey,” she brought her free hand to your face cupping it in her palm. “listen, i know this meant a lot to you but i need you to trust me now, alright?” 

you couldn’t quite explain your attachment to the antiques or even the holiday in general. it felt like a missing piece but nevertheless you couldn’t help but give in. the desperate expression splayed across her face and the incoming clicks from outside were enough to make you drop the bag. 

ellie hurled the door open as she whipped her gun out aiming it at the first round of clickers.

you went to pull out yours when you felt her nudge you. 

“save the bullets, i’ll cover you. go through the side windows and head for the trees, i’ll catch up, i promise.” 

you wanted to argue but there was no time. ellie pushed you towards the window, along with her backpack as she covered the door, yet more infected piled in. you jumped through the window avoiding any injuries as you ran towards the vast woods.

the shots from ellie’s gun, the screams and clicks only grew louder and you knew it was only a matter of time before they would overpower her. there was nothing you could do from the ground so you ran to the nearest tree, climbing to get a full view of the store, rapidly becoming filled to the brim with infected. 

you reached into ellie’s bag hoping to find something— anything to help. at the very bottom of the backpack you felt two glass bottles— molotov cocktails. you desperately searched for a liter as ellie’s shots became more infrequent, screams replacing them. 

when you felt a small lighter between your fingertips you held it to the cloth of the first bottle sending it down to the ground. a cluster of infected howled as the fire consumed them— as well as hallows eve. you then set fire to the second group hurling another cocktail at the shop. 

a cloud of black smoke blurred your vision causing you to lose sight of ellie. 

“ellie?” you choked as the thick fog filled your lungs. 

silence. 

you shouted again calling ellie’s name for a second time- no response. before the third time your chest began to tighten as your mind went through the different scenarios, you just needed a response, some confirmation that she was okay. 

a loud cough came from the side of the house as you saw ellie’s figure hunched over gasping for air. you rushed over to her side, wrapping her in her arms. the harsh fumes from the fire clung to her clothes as she embraced you. 

“it’s gone.”

“I know, baby.”

when you looked back at the house it was completely engulfed in flames. history burning right along with it. you couldn’t help but feel sad at the sight although you weren’t entirely sure why. ellie on the other hand felt nothing but pure satisfaction watching the place burn, it was one less thing to worry about. 

you helped her to the tree, gingerly wiping the ash from her face. she smiled as she watched you take care of her. 

“what?”

“you saved my life.” 

you chuckled, “almost ended it as well.”

“yea that too,” she grinned, her green eyes beamed as she lovingly admired you. she shifted, reaching into her pocket as she pulled out a white mask. 

“i went back in to get you this, i know it’s stupid but—“ you cut her off fiercely pressing your lips against her soft ones. 

“thank you,” you mumbled against her, feeling a sly smirk spread across her lips. 

“anytime.”

a series of clicks came from the deep woods sending you back onto your feet. 

you suggested, “we should get out of here—“ 

“wait one last thing.”

ellie reached into her bag pulling out her camera. she snapped a few quick photos of the burning hallows eve. once the first picture finished printing she held it up proudly. 

“for proof and to shove it in jesse’s face.” she announced. 

“then we actually have to make it back to show it to them.”

another string of clicks emerged from this woods, this time closer. you grabbed onto ellie’s arm, helping her on her feet as you headed back to jackson.

as the two of you walked, you examined the second photo in your hand, you could help but notice a striking difference. when you had first arrived most of the letters were gone, you were sure of it. yet in the second picture all of the letters were there, restoring the name of hallows eve. 

how? 

you wanted to bring it up to ellie but one glance at her peaceful face was enough for you to push the feeling away. it was odd, sure, but you had gotten away with your lives and that was enough to be grateful for. you slipped your hand into her palm squeezing it as you nuzzled into her side. you couldn’t help but repeat a mantra as you got closer to the community. 

the hallows eve is gone. you watched it burn down.

the hallows eve is gone, you watched it burn down. 

….right?

[foundtherightwords]

The Hollow Heart - Chapter 2

Pairing: Hellcheer, Gothic AU

Summary: To escape her mother's control and the stifling society of Gilded Age New York, heiress Christabel Cunningham impulsively marries Henry Creel, a charming and seductive stranger, and accompanies him to his remote mansion on the West Coast. There, as Henry grows cold and cruel, Christabel must uncover her husband's sinister secret before it's too late. But can she trust Kas, her husband's enigmatic assistant, who seems to be her only ally in this strange place, or is Kas's loyalty to his master stronger than his attraction to Christabel?

Chapter warnings: animal death

Chapter word count: 4.9k

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Her Own Betrothed Knight

Christabel did have to endure a lecture about the danger of wandering off on her own, but thankfully, Mrs. Cunningham was so upset by Christabel's injury that the lecture didn't last very long. Never mind that the ankle wasn't badly sprained. It wasn't even swollen. Her mother still insisted that she stayed off it until the All Hallows' Eve ball. Christabel suspected that her mother did it not out of concern for her wellbeing, but because it made Jason more attentive toward her than ever—he even intended to cancel the picnic the next day because Christabel would not be able to join them. Christabel, already uncomfortable with him after her rejection, did not relish the idea of being stuck at the house with Jason hovering over her and being chaperoned by her mother. So she convinced him to continue with his party, while she curled up on a window seat with a book.

"Don't fret, darling," Mrs. Cunningham said, coming behind Christabel with one hand on her shoulder and the other smoothing her hair back, though she knew Christabel hated being stood over like that. "Trampling through the woods in the sun and the wind would only dry out your skin and your hair and get you nowhere at all. Better save yourself for the ball. I just had your costume taken in a little, you're going to look lovely in it—"

Christabel didn't reply. She wondered how her mother would've reacted if Christabel told her that all her scheming was for naught, that Jason had already proposed and been rejected. She wouldn't want to go to the picnic anyway—except it would be a chance for her to slip into the woods, in the hope of running into a certain someone again...

At that moment, as though summoned by her thought, there was a faint ring of the bell at the front door. She heard the soft voice of a maid answering it, and another, deeper, male's voice. Her heart started beating faster. She recognized that voice.

A maid came into the room presently. "There's a gentleman here to see you, miss," she said, bobbing a quick curtsey.

"What gentleman?" Mrs. Cunningham's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"He said his name is Henry Creel, ma'am."

"He is the one that brought me home yesterday, Mother," Christabel reminded her. She hadn't told her mother much about Mr. Creel, only saying that he was a guest from a neighboring cottage, but her mother, with her usual penchant for gossip, had discovered his identity anyway.

"Ah yes, a guest of that crackpot Brenner, is he? Some upstart from out West, Mrs. Carver told me. Have a care, Christabel. Now that he's found a way in, he's going to hang on to you like a dog to a bone until—"

"Yes, Mother, I shall bear that in mind," Christabel cut her off before she said something even more vulgar in front of the maid. For someone so concerned with decorum, Mrs. Cunningham could be shockingly nonchalant when it came to talking in front of the servants. It was as though she didn't consider them human beings with their own thoughts and feelings. Christabel nodded to the maid. "Please show him into the morning room, Mary. Thank you."

Creel was standing by the fireplace, one hand resting on the mantelpiece, looking down at the hearthrug, lost in thoughts. When Christabel came in, he lifted his eyes but didn't move from his position right away, and she was struck by a sense of déjà-vu. She had seen that pose somewhere—a painting, or a sculpture, with a person's face half-hidden by his arm, showing only his eyes. Was it a portrait of Lord Byron? No. But it was something romantic like that. Never mind. It would come to her eventually.

The sense of déjà-vu vanished as soon as Creel moved toward her with his arms outstretched. "Miss Cunningham," he said, clasping her hand in both of his. "I've come to inquire after you. How is your ankle?"

"Thank you, it's improved a great deal. But really, you needn't have bothered—"

He leaned toward her, smiling conspiratorially. "I did say you can count on seeing me again, didn't I?"

Christabel blushed. She seemed to be doing so a lot around Creel. "Yes, but I didn't expect it would be so soon." A discreet cough behind her reminded her of her mother's presence, and she reluctantly made the introduction. As Creel bowed over Mrs. Cunningham's hand, Christabel could see that her mother was not impervious to his physical charms, for all her attempts to remain aloof. Mrs. Cunningham was briefly interested to learn that Creel's family came from the nearby village of Ringwood, but when he said it was over two hundred years ago and that his father made his fortune out West, her interest quickly waned and her manners turned frosty. Her mother had always been a snob about family name and lineage, and Christabel doubted she would ever approve of Creel, not even if his forefathers had been on the Mayflower.

"And have you made any further discovery about your family's history?" Christabel asked, to fill in the awkward silence.

"Not yet, but Dr. Brenner have told me about the ruins of a settlement not far from Tuxedo Lake," Creel said. "If this nice weather continues, I intend to investigate it more closely. Perhaps you would care to join—"

Mrs. Cunningham made a disapproving noise in her throat, and Christabel gave Creel an apologetic look. He did not seem to notice anything amiss. He gently led Christabel to a chair by the window, keeping up a stream of easy chatter with both her and her mother, talking about San Francisco, about New York and how he wished he could visit it more often—polite, impersonal talk that meant nothing at all, but from the way those blue eyes fixed on her, she could tell there were things he'd like to say to her but was prevented by her mother's presence.

After fifteen minutes, the minimum amount one could entertain a guest without appearing rude, Mrs. Cunningham stood up, signifying the visit was over, and claiming Christabel needed her rest. Creel stood up as well, with regret plainly written over his handsome face. He thanked them for a lovely chat, wished Christabel a speedy recovery, and moved toward the front door.

"I hope we'll have the pleasure of seeing you again, Mr. Creel," Mrs. Cunningham said, in a voice that meant quite the opposite.

"Thank you, ma'am, so do I," he said.

"Will we, though?" Christabel asked, lowering her voice so her mother wouldn't hear.

"You can count upon it," he whispered, extending a hand to her.

They shook hands. The book Christabel had been reading, which she forgot she was still holding, slipped out of her hand and clattered to the ground. Before she could reach for it, Creel had bent down, picked it up, and pressed it into her hand. When she frowned at the feel of the book in her hand, he gave her a discreet wink, bowed to her mother, who was still hovering behind, then turned and left.

Only when she was back in the privacy of her room that Christabel felt safe enough to look at what she was holding—not one, but two books. Creel had slipped her another while picking up her first one. It was Tales, by Edgar Allan Poe. Christabel felt a surge of excitement mixed with gratitude for Creel's discretion and consideration. Her mother would never approve of such morbid reading material.

There was a name written on the flyleaf—"M. Brenner". Christabel grinned to herself. Creel must have scoured his host's bookshelf for this one. As she turned the pages, a note fluttered out. With quickening pulse, she picked it up. In a slanting, elegant hand, it said, "I believe a lady named after a Coleridge heroine would appreciate the romantic and macabre genius of Mr. Poe." And, a little lower, "If you wish to escape the castle, I shall be waiting. Same time, same place tomorrow. H."

***

The difficult part had been to convince her mother that her ankle would improve with some light exercise. When her mother suggested she took a turn around the Carvers' garden, Christabel had exploded—the reaction may have been exaggerated to frighten her mother, who hated public displays of emotions of any kind, but the frustration was very real. "Am I a dog, to be held on a leash?" she'd said. "Why don't I start wearing a veil in public too, while you're at it?"

It had worked. Her mother had agreed to let her take a walk around the lake but insisted that she took one of the Carvers' maids with her. After that, it had been the simple matter of bribing the girl with a few coins so she could slip away undetected.

As she walked, Christabel wondered what had prompted her to have a clandestine rendezvous with a man she'd met only the day before. He was attractive, to be sure, and very kind and gentlemanly, in a quiet, mild-mannered way that felt more natural and genuine than the excessive gallantry of her other suitors. But it was more than that. He came from another world. She knew little of the West, but a place where men could make their fortunes and become respectable regardless of their origins was bound to be different from the rigid, suffocating world she was living in. When he scooped her up into his arms, his movement so decisive and casual, she'd imagined she had been touched by that other world, and she longed to feel that touch again.

Creel was sitting under the oak when she arrived, cutting a dashing figure with his bare head and his body in recline. Again, Christabel felt that sense of déjà-vu. She must remember which painting it was that reminded her of him.

He looked up from the notebook in which he was writing or sketching and smiled at her. A flock of butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

"I was getting quite impatient," he said.

"I had to distract my mother."

"I didn't get you into trouble, did I?" Creel peered at her with concern. "I would've come to the house, but I have a feeling that she won't appreciate my visit."

Christabel sighed. "My apologies, Mr. Creel. My mother can be—"

He made a dismissive gesture with his pencil. "Never mind that. I'm glad you came."

She sat down on a clump of grass opposite him. The sunlight scattered through the leaves, throwing speckles of gold over his face, so one of his eyes shone while the other remained in shadow. The gleam in that eye threw the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy, and she had to look down to hide her fluster.

"How did you know I wished to escape?" she asked, fingering a fold in her dress.

He smiled, as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. "How could you not?" he said. "Five minutes with that crowd and I would have run for the hills."

"Is the San Francisco society not like that?"

"I daresay it is, but I don't know for certain. I don't spend much time in society, to be honest. I'm too busy with my studies."

So perhaps it was not his world that was different, it was Creel himself. "What do you study?" Christabel asked.

"A little bit of everything. History. Science. Literature. Speaking of which, how do you like Mr. Poe?"

"Very much. I finished the book in one sitting." She neglected to say that she'd had to read it under the covers, for fear of being found out by her mother. She didn't want Creel to think she was still a schoolgirl. "Did Dr. Brenner mind losing it?"

An enigmatic smile appeared on Creel's lips. "What Brenner doesn't know can't hurt him."

"Of course, he's rather obsessed with death, isn't he? Mr. Poe I mean, not Dr. Brenner."

"Aren't we all?"

"Not just death in general either, but premature death and false death, specifically," Christabel said. The fates of Madeline Usher and Fortunato were still haunting her.

"Because those are the most horrible." Mr. Creel's eyes turned dark. "When you die before your time, or when others think you're dead and you're powerless to tell them. Can you imagine?"

Perhaps this was not the most romantic subject of conversation, but nobody had spoken to her with so much openness and honesty. Usually, when she tried to discuss books and music with another man, she could only nod and go along with whatever opinion he had, or she would be labeled a bluestocking and a bore and catch the eyes of no other man. At least that was what her mother had told her.

"Have you investigated the ruins that Dr. Brenner told you about?" she said after a moment, for Creel's eyes were still dark, and she wished to dispel that look.

"I have, but they're not the right one. Far too recent."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Creel turned his eyes upon her, the one eye that shone in the sun now sparkled with quite a different light. "In fact, I hope my search takes a long time."

"Why?"

"So I can keep seeing you."

Christabel turned crimson. Later, as they said goodbye, she didn't ask if she would see him again. She knew that she would.

***

They did see each other again, almost every day after that. They talked a great deal, or rather, Creel talked and Christabel listened. He told her about his house overlooking the San Francisco Bay and about his travels—he had traveled widely; it seemed there were few places left in America that he hadn't set foot on, and in Europe as well. "My dream, though, is to travel to the Far East," he said. "Japan and China. Especially China. There's a lot of Chinese people in San Francisco, you know, and their culture fascinates me. It's one of the oldest civilizations in the world. I think it would be something to see it with my own eyes."

"I always wish I could travel," Christabel replied, wishing she could say something more interesting or share some travel anecdotes of her own. Her stories of Newport and the Catskills must sound awfully provincial to him.

He also told her about his studies—his current interest was medicine from plants and animals. All the while, Christabel could only listen in fascination and admiration, wondering how he managed to do so much and learn so much and go to so many places at such a young age. And her yearning for that world he'd opened to her, a world of newness, excitement, and sophistication, grew and grew, only she no longer wished to be simply touched by that world. Now she wished to be a part of it, with him.

Then something happened that derailed their time together.

It was three days before the ball. There was no entertainment planned for that day, and Mrs. Carver wanted everybody out of the house so they could start decorating and preparing for the ball. Jason and the others were talking about going down to the lake for some boating and fishing, when Mr. Carver received a telephone call in his study. The Carvers had just had their telephone installed, and its shrill, unaccustomed ringing echoed in the hall ominously. A moment later, Mr. Carver emerged, looking strangely pale and shaken. Mrs. Carver fluttered into the study with a frightened look. The guests mingling outside heard some murmurings, and then Mrs. Carver's voice raised in irritation, saying, "Nonsense! It has nothing to do with us. Besides, we have been preparing for days." She came out of the study, looking quite put out, and could be heard muttering under her breath, "The old crackpot! Even in death he was a nuisance!" as she fluttered to the back to go through the menu with the French chef once more.

Finally, Jason managed to learn the truth from his father—Dr. Brenner had been found dead in his house the previous night.

He had been found in his library by his servant, with an unmarked bottle next to him. There was to be an inquest, though in all likelihood, it would be a formality only—the body showed every symptom of poison, the library was locked from the inside, and everyone knew Brenner's penchant for the occult. No doubt it was the result of some foolish experiment. Mr. Carver had considered canceling the ball out of respect, but fortunately, Mrs. Carver had convinced—or perhaps bullied—him to carry on as planned.

This didn't stop the guests from feeling excited about the prospect of a murderer in their midst and exchanging theories on how Brenner had really died.

"What about that mysterious guest of his, the one who brought you back that day, Christabel?" one of the girls said. "Might he have something to do with this?"

"I don't know," replied Christabel, though she was worrying about the same thing. She couldn't believe Creel had anything to do with Dr. Brenner's death, but she was worried that this death and the inquest may keep him from seeing her. And with her mother getting into one of her fits and forbidding Christabel from even setting foot outdoors—as though a murderer was lying in wait and ready to pounce on her—she didn't know if she could go to the woods again. She hadn't realized how much she had been looking forward to their daily meeting until it stopped.

That evening, she was wandering around the garden, feeling listless and despondent, when she heard a whisper nearby, "Miss Cunningham?"

Christabel bit back a startled cry. A shadow detached itself from the privet hedge and came to stand in front of her. It was a young man, as dark as Creel was fair. His skin was pale, and his eyes and hair appeared black in the moonlight. "Sorry, miss," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Mr. Creel's servant."

He was holding himself awkwardly, as though trying to make himself smaller, less noticeable. Somehow, this awkwardness made Christabel's initial fear vanish. "Is Mr. Creel all right?" she asked.

"Yes. He couldn't come himself because he's being questioned by the police." The young man pulled a note from his pocket and handed it to her. "He asked me to bring you a message."

Christabel went over to a gas lamp and opened the note. Her eyes fell on Creel's familiar slanting hand: "Meet me by the oak tomorrow, 10 AM. H." Emotions flooded her heart, mostly joy and relief.

She looked up to see the young man still standing there, as if waiting for something. "Thank you," she said. "Please tell him I'll be there."

He nodded but made no move to leave. Christabel remembered and searched her pockets for a coin for his tip, but came up empty. "I'm sorry, I don't have any money on me—"

"I don't want your money!" For a moment, his diffidence was gone, replaced by a brief look of rage. That, too, disappeared in a flash, though the man's hands remained balled into fists. "Begging your pardon, miss," he said, controlling his voice with difficulty. "But... if I were you, I wouldn't go."

With those enigmatic words, he vanished into the dark, leaving Christabel alone with the note.

***

The next morning, she managed to escape her mother and slip away. She went to the old oak tree and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Creel's familiar figure leaning against it. He still smiled at her, though his eyes were grim, and when she offered him her hand in greeting, he took it in a tight grip.

"What's happened?" she asked. "Is there going to be an inquest for Dr. Brenner's death? Will you have to make a statement?"

He shook his head. "The police seemed pretty confident that the poison was self-administered. They are going to rule it a suicide, or perhaps an accident." Christabel breathed more easily, but Creel's eyes remained dark. "I blame myself," he muttered.

"Surely you have nothing to do with it? You said so yourself, he took the poison of his own volition."

"I knew that Brenner was interested in alchemy and the elixir of life and things like that," Creel said. "But I didn't realize he would be so foolish as to attempt to brew one himself and drink it without testing it first. I should have warned him."

"No." Christabel laid a hand on his arm. "It was not your fault. You couldn't possibly know that."

He looked down at her hand, then up at her face, and something in his eyes set her pulse pounding.

"I'm returning to San Francisco soon," he said.

Her heart went cold. "Because of Dr. Brenner's death?"

"No. Because I've found what I was looking for."

"Your village?"

"Better. The remains of my family's cottage. Would you like to see?"

She nodded, and, still holding her hand, he led her through the trees, to the north end of the lake. Christabel followed him, trying to feel happy for him, but she couldn't stop the disappointment from rising within her, disappointment at the thought that he would go away, back to that free and easy world, while she would be stuck here, perhaps for the rest of her life.

They stopped at a clearing surrounded by elms and oaks, all glorious in their autumnal coats. There was something like a boulder or a cairn in the middle of the clearing, covered so completely with ivy that Christabel almost missed it. Creel knelt to spread the ivy apart, and Christabel saw that it was actually the remains of a stone fireplace.

"Look," he pointed to a smooth, flat stone at the back, where a large "C" had been carved.

"C for Creel?" Christabel asked, astonished.

"Yes."

"How long ago did your ancestors live here?"

"About two hundred years."

The thought of all that history now gone and buried in the ground under her feet made Christabel forget her heartache for a moment. "And did they move away, or—"

"No." Creel's face was somber. "The mother and the daughter died in mysterious circumstances, and the father was accused of killing them by witchcraft. He was hanged. Only the son survived."

Christabel's body grew cold with horror. Sometimes, caught in all the comfort and ease of modern life, she forgot how violent the history of their country was. She couldn't think of anything to say other than "Oh." Just then, the morning sun shone into the clearing, and her eyes caught something sparkling amongst the stones. "What's that?"

Creel dug into the daub, which had all but crumbled to dust, and pulled out something not bigger than the palm of her hand, covered in dirt. Red glints showed through here and there in the sunlight.

"My word!" he exclaimed. "I can't believe it!"

Pulling out his handkerchief, he wiped the dirt off of his discovery. It was a piece of stained glass, in the shape of a rose. "Do you know what you've found?" he said, awe in his voice. "It's our family crest. My ancestors brought it over from England and put it on the cottage's front door. I have something similar at my house in San Francisco. It's extraordinary that it was still here and intact after all this time." He beamed up at her. "I knew you would be valuable to me in some ways. I knew it the first moment I saw you."

The look in his eyes sent her heart into a somersault. Somehow she managed to open her mouth, and was about to say something back, something silly and girlish and inadequate, when she was interrupted by a scream that rent the air.

For a heart-stopping moment, she thought it was a woman or a child in distress, but when the scream continued, it became clear that it was an animal. Creel slipped the bit of stained glass into his pocket, jumped to his feet, and ran toward the elms. They soon discovered the source of the scream—a hare, caught in a steel trap. Blood pooled around the places where the cruel sharp teeth cut into its hind leg, but it was still alive, its eyes fixed on them with an imploring, almost human look.

"Oh please, please help him!" cried Christabel.

Creel stood looking down at the hare. "There's no helping it," he said. "But I can put it out of its misery."

"No!"

"Its leg is broken, Miss Cunningham." His voice was harsh. "Even if I free it, it would be lame and soon fall prey to a fox or an eagle. This is kinder." He took off his gloves. "Look away."

Christabel told herself she should just leave, she who always took care to never be present at the kill on a hunt, but some terrible force had gotten a hold of her, rooting her to the spot, making it impossible for her to tear her eyes away from the hare, from its chest still moving rapidly, from the twitching whiskers and the pink ears with red veins that stood out against the sunlight. Only when Creel snarled, "Look away, Miss Cunningham!" that she remembered herself and raised a trembling hand to cover her eyes.

There was a squeak, then silence. She lowered her hand. Creel was covering up the little body with dry leaves. "This trap was no doubt set by a poacher," he said, pulling his gloves on. "We should let someone know."

Somehow, the casual way with which he pulled on his gloves horrified her more than anything else. It finally shocked her out of her daze, and she turned and ran out of the clearing, chest heaving with sobs.

She didn't realize Creel had chased after her until she felt his strong grip on her shoulders, turning her around, and she found herself in his arms, hot tears staining his waistcoat, while he said, "Stop it, Miss Cunningham. I can't stand tears. If you don't stop crying, I'm going to have to do something quite drastic to stop you." Then his embrace turned into a caress, as his hands ran from her shoulders to her waist, and he pulled her to him and clasped his mouth to hers.

She was rooted to the spot again, not by some unknown force this time, but by the power of his arms and his body and most of all his mouth, a force that robbed her of her breath and her thoughts and her senses, leaving her with no choice but to submit to it.

A moment later, or a lifetime later, she felt the pressure of his mouth lift, but his arms remained around her. "I can't imagine leaving this place without you," he whispered in her ear. "Will you come with me, Christabel?" His kiss had left her so breathless that she couldn't answer right away. "Say yes," he said, a note of urgency in his voice. "Say yes now, or—"

"Yes," she said weakly, almost before she could think. It was as though he had put the word in her mouth and it had come out by itself, with no control from her. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun had gone behind the clouds, leaving the clearing gray and dreary. She couldn't help remembering, too, that they were standing on the ruins of a family home destroyed by tragedy, and that an animal lay dead at their feet. It was certainly not her ideal place for a proposal. But she didn't care. All she cared was that she was going to be free.

***

They agreed that Christabel would inform Mrs. Cunningham of their engagement the next morning, and if her mother approved, Christabel would send Henry a message and they would ask for her blessing together, after the ball. And if she didn't... well, they would deal with that together as well.

As she went to bed that night, Christabel wondered if she'd been too hasty. But, she reasoned with herself, others had gotten married after just one encounter, one look across a ballroom. And when she thought about how Henry made her feel—she thought of him as "Henry" now, with a certain relish—and the promise of freedom he brought, all her doubts were silenced.

There was one thing she couldn't get out of her head, though—it was the image of Henry standing over the hare, calmly putting his gloves back on. It disturbed her, though she did not know why. He'd been right, of course. It had been an act of mercy. Yet he had stood over that poor suffering hare not like an angel of mercy, but more like an avenging angel.

And with the thought of angels, it came to her in a flash, what she had been trying to remember since his first visit to the Carver mansion—what Henry's pose by the fireplace had reminded her of. It was The Fallen Angel, the painting by Alexandre Cabanel, whose reproduction she had seen in a book. Yes, he had looked exactly like it, with his tousled hair and that strange, intense look in his eyes, half of pain, half of rage. Exactly like Lucifer, after his fall from Heaven.

Chapter 3

A/N: Originally, Eddie/Kas wasn't supposed to show up until Chapter 3, but I got impatient so I had to give him an early appearance here :))

This is "The Fallen Angel" by Alexandre Cabanel, in case you're wondering.

[anonymousfoz]

December 6, 2023

Two men walked through the graveyard near the facility. It was recovering from the outburst. The first man was tall. He wore a special military uniform. His hat and yellow goggles were off on the table. Over his grey uniform sat a bulletproof vest, and the phrase "S.C.P." was on his uniform on his left arm, and a revolver hoisted around his waist. The other man was a little smaller, in a nice newly bought red and green tux and wearing a Christmas hat.

The two men stopped, and the olden man took off his hat before placing it near his chest. The second man stopped to look down. He was confused by the unnatural behavior before it dawned. These were soldiers killed in the Mariah attack.

"Which-"

"Tobias Thomas Turkey, 15." The olden man started. "He had so much left in his life yet decided to sacrifice himself to save others. Thomas was a quiet lad with a curious mind. He wanted to fix things and learn how they worked. Always came in with a wholesome mood and seemed to shed light on others. His smart wits and incredible technology prowess saved more lives than lost. May he rest in peace among the stars as we were truly an angel among us mortals."

"And the second one?"

"Salem G. Hallows Eve, 21, Salem showed her courage even till her death. To protect others was her duty. A sister to most, but a role model to all. Through thick and thin, she was always there for anyone who needed help. She showed she was willing to give it all up to save the rest. She wasn't with us as long as Thomas was, but her impact was almost as great. She came from the military and quickly found a home with the rest of us. To never hear her again is something worse than death. For in my late 40s, I have never found another soul with such wisdom and rage. May she rest among the stars and the deep vacuum of space. Hopefully, the two remain with each other, watching over each other and the lives of everyone they saved."

"So, just kids." The older man went quiet before he responded minutes later.

"Brave, innocent people, you helped to kill for a dumb parade."

"Mister Jackson, we don't have to start doing the blame game. Besides businesses is a market that kills, their family has gotten money for our simple mistake." The older man scoffed, causing the businessman sweat. "Machine accidents do happen."

"You people make me sick. You always think money solves issues. Money doesn't take back the lives lost."

"What does?" The older man smiled before pulling out his revolver and shooting the business man in his leg. The businessman fell hugging his leg while screaming swears. The somber man walked him to the businessman with a smile.

"I would kill you…" he smiled at the pain of the other. "But that would be too easy. Making you feel the pain and fear they went through is much more satisfying. To see the life flash in your eyes. Money doesn't fix that."

"You're a psychopath!" And with that, the older man turned around to take a drink in honor of his fallen comrades before walking off, leaving the businessman to bleed. All that was left for him was to get drunk until he could no longer feel the empty hole that was left from the loss of the most important people of his life.

As for the business man, Mister Jackson was right about one thing. The two remained together, not as angels or souls among stars…. but rather guardians. The businessman couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if two holidays were above him. He figured that Tobias' was Thanksgiving as the giant pilgrim dressed Turkey stood overhead. On the other hand, Salem was a large black cat with witch like features. A cat witch was a clever idea for marketing. Damn his mind for his logic of thinking, but it didn't matter now. The business man begged for his life, but the two animals remained silent. Eventually, the cat was the first to talk with a familiar voice… a haunting one nevertheless.

"What to do with you? So many ideas come to mind, but only one is set in stone. If you get my drift Tobias"

"Surprisingly, for once I do. For only one as selfish as yourself deserves a fate more cold than Christmas snow." The turkey stopped as the cat began to cackle in the irony as the three remained outside in snow. "Irony aside, the only thing left of you shall be iron." The businessman looked down at his hands as they began to stiffen, and a sliver substance began to coat him.

"You shall be a perfect example of what happens to those who try to mess with the natural order of time." The businessman began to move before his legs were solid stone, and only then he began to apologize, but it was already too late. He was nothing but stone. The cat let out loud laughter, which seemed to disturb the turkey. "Oh, come on, Tobias, let me have some morbid fun. After all, it fits me perfectly."

"Oh sure, and I suppose feathers fit me pretty well. I didn't ask for my last name to be Turkey." The two walked away, leaving no trace of them. They had a new purpose in their extended life, and a trip to the North Poll was soon on their way to meet with the man himself, Santa Claus.

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 139- Milestones

Summary: Thranduil informs Legolas of the deathly events at Lestat's on All Hallows Eve that led him to Jareth's. Raven experiences a strange emotion. A theory of a dead man is shut down. Jace and Raven face reality. A war continues with new aid. Thranduil fights his own mind. He has harsh words for some. Raven panics. She and Arwen converse. The riders are all in their thoughts, especially Thranduil. A secret is mentioned. Evil cometh!

*Warnings* Angst, violence, language

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It was a surreal moment for both Legolas and King Thranduil as they came face to face. Even more so for the Prince in seeing his father alive and well, if one could consider him well after the torture that had been inflicted upon him by Jareth and his brother Harker. For a brief moment, Legolas's mind drifted to you. How would he bring such news? This was something he would have to answer for himself at a later time, for they still had to flee the mountain and realm that was greatly infested with more of it's evil occupants. Jasper and his army of the dead had taken out merely a fraction of them there on the west corner of the Hoarwell and Misty Mountains but others would come from in an on the far-reaching mountain and deep within the wide-ranging dark forest.

Thranduil took a moment to briefly explain how Caroline was mainly responsible for his apparent demise, for his mind was now clear on all of his past memories, but his feelings were still greatly amiss, in which all would be made well aware of that soon enough.

Raven's leg was throbbing in pain from Gollum's bite which luckily enough for her, the injury was on the same leg as her sprained ankle. Jace carried her piggy back style through the narrow pathways as she weakly rested her head on his shoulder. The smitten warlock smiled as he angled his eyes down to glance at her closed ones and whispered to her.

"You're safe now."

Jace could feel the breeze from the outside air and see the light peering around the corner. Freedom was near but an obstacle was even closer. As he rounded the bend, there sat an anxious Gollum crawling around in circles, arguing with his other self. He had beaten them to the small opening leading to the outside world, for the cave dweller knew every inch of the mountain's mazes.

"Raven, wake up!"

Her eyes popped open and Jace set her down on her good leg, then drew his sword.

"Move aside creature, or a head you shall have no more." Jace conditionally compromised.

Gollum growled at him and galloped forward on his hands and feet. "Gives us the precious first!"

Raven swiped the sword from Jace's hand and held it to Gollum's throat.

"Listen here you little shit! I have had it up to my wits end with your bullshit. I should kill you right now for what you did to me! In fact, I think I will."

Gollum's broad eyes became dejected and slightly tearful as they slowly moved over her and Jace. Raven was suddenly overtaken by a feeling that was greatly foreign to her...compassion.

Gollum had a hellish life just as she had endured, trapped inside a world neither wanted, but she couldn't let that deter her from her own path to freedom.

"Or I can just leave you here in your own misery which is worse than death."

She slowly lowered the sword and as she did so, Gollum's eyes changed from sorrowful to sinister as he began to bear his unsightly teeth.

Jace's arm wrapped around her waist and she gasped as they went up into the air of the shallow tunnel, knocking Gollum into a backwards somersault as their low hanging feet hit his head.

Gollum regained his balance to see the two vanish into the light at the end of the tunnel that he would not enter. He then reeled and cursed them both.

"We hates them forever!!!"

Thranduil and Legolas were just getting ready to head out to meet the others Aragorn, Boromir, Gandalf, Gimli and Tauriel who all had waited outside to give the King and his son some privacy in their reunion, but then Raven and Jace came around the corner. The look on Legolas's face was staggering, needless to say, when he saw the dhampir and some stranger allowing her to use him as a crutch.

'What are you doing here and whom are you?!" the Prince barked as he raised his bow.

"Oh Leggy, put it down. Why Thrandy, you did not tell your son about me? Not surprising, since you left us for dead in Gollum's lair which I greatly suspect you knew about. That little fucker took a bite out of my leg! After all I have done for you, saving your ass more than once mind you. You said you would take me with you!"

"Adar??" Legolas inquired as his eyes glided to the side where Thranduil stood while maintaining his aim on the witchy vampiress.

"Legolas." Thranduil nodded to him to lower his bow. "Always exaggerated, are you not girl? You have obviously found deliverance with the warlock's aid, as well as mine. Without my help, you would have been left at Jareth's mercy, as would you male witch."

"We have names you know. I am Raven, this is Jace, or is that too difficult for your elven tongue to speak?"

Thranduil's lips pursed as his neck stiffened up, then came towards her in a fury.

Jace stepped in front of her with his sword drawn as Raven's eyes almost rolled from their sockets at Jace's daredevil move against the notorious sprite.

The Elvenking's eyes slitted like a snake as Legolas drew his bow on Jace this time.

"You dare challenge me warlock??! You are a bigger fool than your father."

With that said, a loud ching could be heard as Thranduil's subulate sword lacerated Jace's blade right through it's center, sending the severed pieces clanking to the ground.

Jace's eyes widened briefly and they narrowed, wanting to open fire his magic on him, but he withheld....for you.

Thranduil raised his head in great pride and then turned to Raven.

"You see...Clover, which THAT is your true name, Jareth's sword was dull and useless just as I had assured you it was. Legolas...the unsightly warlock before you is another of Jareth's offspring, as if one was not enough of a thorn in my side."

Thranduil thought of you with disgust as his side literally still stung from the injury he received when his mind betrayed him and his protected secret by projecting himself as the white hart.

"You're...Josie's brother?" Legolas asked in shock as he then lowered his bow.

"What does his relation to that wretched witch have to do with any of this? He's the son of Jareth and drew his weapon on me. Hold your aim!" Thranduil snapped at Legolas who reluctantly resumed his hold on the warlock. His father was right about Jace, for Legolas knew nothing of his true nature. For all he knew, he could be just like the goblin King. His defense of Raven confirmed that thought. But his father was very wrong in the way he spoke of you.

Jace could now see the true damage Jareth and Harker had inflicted upon the King's mind and it worried him over what this would mean for you. Although he had witnessed you in an intimate moment with Garrett, he knew how deep your love for Thranduil went, and when you learned he was alive, Jace knew this new and unimproved version of your King would scar you worse than his supposable death had done.

"Adar, she is your Queen...Why would you speak of her in....."

"Hold your tongue boy, for it shall never speak those words again. That gaffe of a union is now null and void, just as yours and Tauriel's had been. We are now rid of the two nuisances and I will now claim my daughter and another to stand at my side."

Legolas lightly gulped as he also had kept one of his company a secret from his father...Tauriel... and soon, Thranduil would be just as blind sided as Legolas was when he saw Raven.

Thranduil reached his hand out to Raven who hesitated at his shocking words as Legolas was stood in sheer horror, unable to stop the mad King, even if he had tried.

"Come now! You groveled to me to take you with me. Surely you must have known what it would entail just as I surely know this is what you have always desired, is it not?"

It was what Raven always wanted, from the very moment she laid eyes upon the King in Lestat's castle, but that was before Thranduil was mind warped into behaving no better than Jareth...and it was also before she met Jace. And even if Thranduil hadn't had his mind scrambled like eggs, he still would never want her. He had always made that clearly known.

"Adar...are my ears deceiving me?"

"I will be questioned no more! The dhampir will be coming with me as agreed upon. You will pay your debts to me for your partaking in your evil mother's diabolical plan. Although Caroline paid hers with her worthless life, you chose to carry out what she could not and it is upon you for all that occurred after. Shall I continue on about the filthy advantages you took of me while I was severely disadvantaged? Did you think I would never recall such treachery? Now you will suffer the same fate. Besides...you have nowhere else to go that is safe. Nazgul will still hunt you for the slaughter of all those children in Laketown. Is that not why you remained with Jareth in the first place?"

"It is...but Thranduil....Jareth is dead, that is what you told us."

"I assure you, the goblin King is not dead and will return and your only refuge will be under my wing."

"H..how do you know he is still alive?" Raven fearfully squeaked.

"Naive girl. You just informed us he was. You were just bitten by Gollum yes? If Gollum still walks, so does Jareth."

"Raven, Thranduil is right. The spell Jareth placed on Gollum would have broken if Jareth were dead. And if you also have death dealers after you, they will never stop hunting you. There will be no safer place for you than with the Elvenking." Jace confirmed.

"Wait...so you're...telling me to go with him? When you now know of his reasoning for wanting me there? How am I safer with him when he is acting just like your father??? You have NO idea what Jareth did to me!"

"I do not know what he did but I can surely imagine it...and I do not know of your prior dealings with the Elvenking either...but I cannot help you any longer. It's what's best."

Raven was crushed, for she had stupidly became somewhat attached to Jace, for no one had ever made her feel like she mattered and had the potential to change....and she had also stupidly believed that there was some magical connection between them.

"Why did you ever help me in the first place then or be so nice to me huh?? Oh that's right, you needed to be freed so you used me. I've been through that scenario before! Well, why not then. What better and deserving place for a bad seed like me to be then at the side of the infamous Elvenking!" she snapped as her eyes teared up. "How stupid was I to believe you when you said you saw good in me because now that you have just heard of my past indiscretions, you're bailing. Which part was it that put the nail in the coffin? The children massacre that happened when I myself was a child in my newborn phase or my sexcapade with the Elvenking, whom by the way had his way with me of his own will at one time and certainly enjoyed it?? I told you there was no hope for me. I was born to be evil. You were wrong to ever think I could change. Oh wait, that was just a lie."

"No it wasn't. You could have taken Gollum's head clean off back there...but you didn't."

"That's because he will suffer for eternity in his desolation of doom and gloom in which he deserves....just as I do. It's also because I actually believed you...that will never happen again, for you're no better than Jareth, nice at first to get what you want and then turns on me. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?"

Jace was hating every bit of what was happening and what he had to do. He did care for her, for it had snuck up on him like a thief in the night, but he knew he could not fight for her at this time, not against Thranduil and his company...he also knew he would be back for her....

Raven whipped around before Jace could even speak and walked to Thranduil, then held her hand out to him.

"I will go with you."

As Thranduil took her hand with a triumphant grin at Jace, horns began blaring. Legolas then knew who Tauriel spoke of that would come.

"I galadrim -o Imladris! (The elves of Imladris)" the Prince raved with wide eyes.

They all went to the doorway to see Elrond and his elven army taking on more hideous orcs and goblins that surfaced from within the mountain and more could be seen descending it.

Elrond could then be seen and heard as all hell broke loose.

"Tangado haid! Leithio i philinn!" (Hold [your] positions. Fire the arrows)

The armed elves of copper metal raised their bows and fired into the rushing crowd of mostly orcs.

Legolas and Thranduil ran off to join the fight while Raven stood peeking around the doorway in pure fright. She glanced back to look at Jace but he was gone, just like that. She whimpered and turned her gleaming eyes back to the mosh pit of elves and the enemy. In her eyes, the elves were the enemy too. She now stood alone with her only weapons... her powers and Jareth's useless ring while awaiting to head off to her new life.

As lord Elrond slayed orc after orc and goblin after goblin, he felt the presence of his long time elven friend and stopped to glance over at the raging Elvenking and his twin swords taking the beasts out like a tornado.

Thranduil then caught sight of the Rivendell lord and they both offered a welcoming head bow, then carried on with their mutual mission.

In a matter of less than an hour, the west side docking entrance was cleared of the foul demons and the seven warriors united while Raven watched from her solo post.

"King Thranduil. I must say it is a great pleasure to see you amongst the living." Elrond professed. "Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Gandalf, Gimli and.....Tauriel." he continued with the greetings, giving a surprised raised brow at the former captain of Thranduil's guard and ex Mrs. Greenleaf.

Thranduil scowled when he saw her and side eyed his son which told Legolas they would soon have a talk about her presence.

"Lord Elrond, your aid is highly appreciated. Was it your foresight that brought you here?" Legolas inquired.

As he went to answer, Arwen came riding up on her glowing white horse with a bloodied sword in hand and perfect untangled long flowing dark strands, as if she had not just battled a raging army.

Aragorn's eyes lit up as she dismounted and they ran into each other's arms with loving smiles and soft kisses.

Thranduil had a sudden flashback of the time he had been shot by Malsin's arrow and he had disappeared to go heal by the Forest River. You had frantically searched for him with Tauriel and when you found him, you leaped off of your horse and ran into Thranduil's arms as Arwen just did with her King. In that moment, the King of Mirkwood could taste your lips.

Legolas saw it, the brief pain in his his father's eyes that abruptly turned to frustration as he stood firm and guarded against his own mind.

"Legolas, as you know, I was in Lorien when you had arrived. After your departure with Aragorn and Gimli, I rode hard to gather the aid of my father and his company, for I feared you would all need it."

"You will all need more. "Elrond continued. "For more will come and will follow. I have a base camp near the Bruinen's edge. We can make it there by nightfall and continue on to Rivendell come dawn. It is the only means of refuge considering our position, unless King Thranduil opposes and desires to trek down the Hoarwell to the east side and carry on into Mirkwood which would add an extra day of treacherous travel with the new spider infestation I have been made aware of...and of course the orcs that will track your paths. With that being said, the journey to the Bruinen will still be dangerous. Arwen has gathered your horses. A choice must be made quickly."

Everyone brought their eyes to King Thranduil, for it would be his decision and whichever he chose, they would faithfully follow.

Thranduil was momentarily silent as he pondered on his options which were precisely two. He surely loved Rivendell and missed the magical city and his refuge of Moonlight deep within the realm's forest. Would it still be a safe haven for him now with the memories of you invading his special place? He scoffed at that thought and decided he would not let your memories plaque him any longer, although that would be easier said than done and he knew it....especially after what happened against his will

"Imladris it shall be. I will add that since my son has brought an unwanted and uninvited guest, I have one of my own that will be traveling at my side."

"That is the gratitude I receive for assisting in your retrieval?" Tauriel retorted.

"We both know as all know, that you did not come here to aid me but in fact to get back in the good graces of my son which will never occur. We all know your love of dwarves. You should take Gimli and be on your merry way."

Gimli stood quietly in shock, for he had forgotten about the King's conditioning that caused Thranduil to despise him all over again.

"Adar!" Legolas snapped in defense of his dwarf friend and even Tauriel. "They both risked their lives regardless of motive. Gimli is my friend and will be joining us in our journey forward, as will Tauriel...it is not safe for them to travel alone. We do not know the whereabouts of Harker and Julian."

"So be it. I have endured far worse in my time here. What is one more day of perdition."

Tauriel glared at the King. "It would seem your anger towards me is misguided due to what you have suffered, but my mind is quite clear of your past misdeeds where I am concerned."

"Misdeed it was!" Thranduil barked as he came towards her. "For your reasonings and my reasonings for the fraught experience are NOT the same. Mine was of grief and over indulgence, yours was merely of revenge and even that was not enough for you in your continued unwanted pursuance of myself...so it would seem that my anger is very well validated. Now...I am done wasting my time here. Raven! Tul- hi!" (Come now)

Raven shook like a leaf at his call to her by her name, not having a clue what he said, for she didn't know elvish. Judging by Thranduil's slight hand toss in the air and everyone's eyes staring in her direction, she figured she was supposed to go to him...and so she grabbed her bag and headed out, feeling like she was going to toss up the contents of her stomach again as she began to hyperventilate.

All the eyes judged her as she neared the King...all but one. Arwen. Her eyes were kind, although she had just witnessed the beautiful she elf mutilate hundreds of orcs all on her own. Raven was a dangerous and natural enemy of the elves but all Arwen saw was a scared little girl trapped in a lion's den.

Once she was at Thranduil's side, her overbearing nerves consumed her as she bent over and vomit showered the Elvenking's boots. Raven's eyes fearfully fluttered up to Thranduil's and the look of repugnance in his eyes sent her passing out cold on the ground.

"Someone tend to that. It is time to go." Thranduil snapped and marched off.

The sun was slowly setting, leaving only a few hours left of daylight as they all traveled west down part of the Hoarwell's banks to avoid the dark forest. Once at it's edge, they would then travel South, making their way to the start of the Bruinen River near the high pass where Elrond's base camp was set up.

Raven began to awaken to a soft bouncing and the smell of roses as her head laid upon something of a satin feel. As her weary eyes traveled up, she saw dark luminous strands of hair and the angelic vision of Arwen's face. Gasping, she sat up to realize she was riding on a horse, seated in front of the she elf.

"Hush now child, you are safe." Arwen sweetly said to the frightened ginger haired girl.

"Wh...what happened? How did I get...here?"

"After the contents of your stomach found King Thranduil's footwear, you suffered a fainting spell. I suppose your fear of his reaction brought that about. Understandably so."

"Oh my god...he...he is going to fucking kill...oh shit...oh...no, I mean...oh my god...I didn't mean to swear...I swear. I'm sure someone such as yourself does not speak in such a manner."

Arwen chuckled. "Do not fret. We are known to express our feelings verbally from time to time in our own way apart from yours...but I would advise you to be cautious of them around my father."

"You..you mean that elf with the dark hair who's eyebrows make him look angry?"

The she elf then giggled. "That would be the one. For your benefit, he would be addressed as Lord Elrond and it would serve you well not to speak of his eyebrows in his presence. I assure you though, he is not angry, just wise, old and somewhat cynical when it comes to outsiders such as yourself, and rightfully so. He does have a kind side under his sullen expression."

"But...you're not? Cynical I mean... I mean..don't get me wrong, you kicked some serious ass...I mean butt back there, but you seem...kind as well. Why am I riding with you and...why are you being so nice to me?"

"It was best you rode with me. I can see who one truly is and I do not believe you to be all of a blackened heart. There is something inside of you that will bring out your true nature, something that you are unaware of."

"Well, that other man elf, Haldy. He sees that too and he certainly didn't say that about me when we met. Verbatim, he said 'you bring great evil with you'. and then I think he cussed me out in elvish or something."

"Yes, Haldir of Lorien. At that time, did you not? It would be understandable of him to believe so, for I am aware of the choices you have made, especially those against your own kin...and vampires as you know, are natural enemies of the elves, more so to Haldir on a personal level."

"Soooo...what is it that you see inside of me then?"

"I think that is a conversation for another time."

Legolas rode on with Gimli at his backside while the others each rode solo. He was extremely unnerved over his father's remarks earlier. Although Thranduil's words to Tauriel rang true, Legolas was still humiliated that all now knew as to why his union with her was divided. The Elvenking was always a force to be reckoned with, but this version of him was a loose cannon and anyone who was in his line of fire be damned.

He tried to silently reach you again while keeping his father in the dark, but again, he had no success in connecting with you and he still didn't understand how it ever even happened in the first place. Could it have only been the evil of the dark forest messing with his mind? Was it his guilt for leaving you? For he had never done so before...or was it simply his heart missing you terribly?

So many thoughts consumed him now that he was able to peacefully think for once, but his next thought was far from peaceful. There was still the issue of Amara and his arrangement with her when he would return to the Woodland realm with his father very much alive and well. This was something he dreaded explaining to Thranduil. Even if the King hadn't had his mind altered, he still would hunt her down and make her pay with her life for coercing his son.

As Aragorn and Boromir trekked along side by side at a distance from the others, the ranger could see that his friend was in deep thought and he had a feeling it was about the reason he truly came there.

"Boromir. We appreciate your assistance, bravery and loyalty my friend. If you need my aid in recommencing your previous journey to Dorwinion, know I will assist if needed be. What you revealed to me in Lorien only days ago will escape my lips to no one. "

"I just may take you up on the offer, for the one I need to speak with does not know me and would have no reason to trust me, but she knows and trusts you. We are not out of danger yet. If for any reason I cannot make it there, I need your word that you will take what you know to her. Only she must be told for the time being."

'You have my solemn vow, but you my friend will tell her yourself very soon." Aragorn assured as they rode on.

Thranduil was also in his own little world of thoughts as he and Elrond led the group. The Rivendell elf lord could see his despair and would later speak to him in private about it, for he knew the conversation would be sensitive to the King now and only anger him further, but Elrond could easily handle him, for he knew the Elvenking better than anyone there.

No matter how hard Thranduil tried to distract his mind from you, there you were, even when he told himself earlier that he would not allow it anymore. He kept seeing you, sitting right there with him, your hair brushing in his face from the breeze, his arm snuggled around your waist as you sang to him. Through his anger and pursed lips, he felt a peace there as he could smell your cherry blossom scent trickle up his flaring nose. He saw you turn to look up at him with your blazing blue eyes that he had given to you. With that thought, he had had enough, for how were you his soul mate when he despised you so? He knew what Jareth did to him, but he still felt how he felt.

Your scent suddenly evolved into another one. A malevolent one. Thranduil swiftly charged ahead on the glorious white horse Elrond had brought for him, and then abruptly halted and turned to the group.

"They have come for the dhampir. Black riders are among us!"

'Wh..WHAT?!!" Raven shrieked as she sprung up, her eyes bulged and racing about the surroundings.

Just then, the sinister screeches of the Nazgul could be heard in the distance, along with the pounding hooves of their horses.

As Raven's head whipped around to the horrifying sounds, the death dealers appeared from the forest.

Aragorn looked at Arwen with a pressing look. "GO! Ride hard!!"

"Cover your head. Do not look at them!" Arwen commanded to Raven and galloped off at racing speed through the forest as the nine death riders pursued at her heels.

Thranduil and company charged off behind them, following them down to the river where Arwen crossed through it as the vampires remained on the bank, seemingly threatened by the water.

"Give up the dhampir she elf." one of the hooded fiends growled.

Arwen faced them and drew her sword. "If you want her, come and get her!"

Raven's eyes snapped up to her. "What?? No. don't come and get me! Are you crazy??!"

"Some might believe so yes." Arwen quipped with a dead stare on evil ones.

Raven swore she peed herself as the dealers came rushing into the river. She burrowed down into Arwen's gut and squished her eyes shut as she trembled profusely at the thought she was about to be ripped apart....but then she peeked out through one eye. Arwen began to speak in an unworldly echoing tone of elvish and the water began to rise.

"Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; rimmo nín Hoarwell dan in Ulaer!" (Waters of the Misty Mountains, hear the word of power, rush, waters of Hoarwell, against the Ringwraiths)

A massive tidal wave gushed around the bend and shapeshifted into a stampede of white water wild horses, plowing over the fleeing Nazgul and swallowing them whole.

Just like that, they were gone.

"Holyyyy shit! Bad ass!! What just happened???" Raven asked in astonishment as she surfaced from Arwen's chest.

"Magic. Just as you have, do you not?" Arwen simply stated. "They are gone for now but more will come as they smell your freedom."

"I...I do but...not like that! and...mine is weak right now from silverbane exposure...and...oh god...so is my stomach!"

Raven hauled ass off of the horse and fell to her hands and knees, vomiting again...only this time, it was blood.

Arwen leaned down and laid her hand on Raven's back to comfort her.

"Oh my god, why am I throwing up blood??! This cannot be from the silverbane..." she frantically asked.

"It is not.." Arwen answered and then turned to the others who were now across the river at their side. "We must get her to the camp. She needs food and rest."

Thranduil stared down at Raven with a glare and then trotted off.

"Great...now he's even more pissed off at me for bringing them here. Can...can I sleep in your tent tonight? I swear I fear him more than the dealers."

Arwen smiled as she helped Raven back onto the horse. "The King is not going to harm you or he would not have brought you with him. Rest now while we ride. We have a long ways to go."

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[solarishashernoseinabook]

For the Trick or Treat fest, I'd like a treat with Halt and Pauline preparing for Hallowe'en if that's possible.

Thank you for hosting it again <3

I sliiiiightly stretched the definition of "preparing for Hallowe'en" here methinks, but i hope you like it anyway :D

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Halt had been Redmont’s Ranger for a little over five years at this point, and for the first time since he took the position, he found himself with nothing to do on Hallowed Eve and with Gilan away visiting his family. It was a strange situation to be in, with everyone around him preparing for the festivities, and him not even sure what to do. He sat on his porch, coffee in hand, watching the fall leaves flutter down.

A plump pigeon landed on the porch railing. It eyed Halt, very pointedly.

Halt raised an eyebrow at it. ‘Unless you’ve come to suggest what I do for dinner tonight, you can go.’

The pigeon cooed and ruffled its feathers. That was when Halt noticed the message canister tied to its leg, and he scooped the bird up and drew it close. The canister turned out to contain a thin scroll of parchment, bearing a brief message:

Halt – I notice you’re alone tonight as well. Would you like to join me for dinner? – Pauline

For a moment, Halt found himself paralysed by indecision. He couldn’t deny that he had been quite attracted to Pauline when they first met, and that attraction lingered between them still. They had been too busy with their careers for a long time to pursue any kind of relationship, and Halt wasn’t sure if he was prepared to open up to someone yet. Life was…stable right now.

But Pauline wasn’t asking him for much, was she? Just dinner. And he needed to eat anyway.

Halt grabbed some charcoal, scribbled yes on the back of the note, and tied the canister back on the pigeon’s leg. He released it with a gentle toss, then went inside as it flew back to the castle.

If he was going to be having dinner with someone tonight, he would have to trim his beard.

*

Pauline opened the door for him that evening. She was wearing a new dress today, brown trimmed with reds and golds, and she wore her hair in a long braid instead of its customary bun. For a moment, Halt – who hadn’t thought to change out of his work clothes – felt underdressed; then Pauline smiled at him and stepped back to invite him in, and Halt felt all his worries melt away.

‘I’m sorry to invite you on such short notice,’ Pauline said, ‘but I know Gilan’s back with his family at the moment, and I figured you wouldn’t have many other plans. Normally I would be visiting family as well, but…’

She trailed off awkwardly. Halt raised an eyebrow.

‘Well, anyway, come and sit,’ Pauline said, bustling over to her fireplace, where a pot of coffee stayed warm amongst the coals. ‘Dinner should be delivered in about half an hour.’

Halt was sure she had cancelled plans that night in the interest of inviting him to dinner. He thought of saying something, but instead he hung his cloak by the door and took a seat in an armchair. A small jar of candies sat on the table, next to a note, which Halt read.

Ma chère Pauline – en espérant te revoir bientôt. En attendant, prends des bonbons au miel. – Ta mamie

‘Honey sweets from your grandmother?’ Halt said, as Pauline came over with two steaming mugs of coffee.

‘Yes – you speak Gallican?’

Halt shrugged. ‘I’m not terrible at it. Though my old tutor might say otherwise.’

Pauline chuckled. ‘My father is Gallican. Every year Mamie sends something to all of us.’

‘Not all the way from Gallica, surely?’ Halt knew the cost of such an endeavour would be far beyond most people’s means.

Pauline favoured him with another smile. ‘Yes. My uncle is a sailor, so he just brings it along with his personal things. Would you like one?’ She took the lid off the jar and offered it to Halt.

Halt was just taking one when he paused. Someone was whispering outside the door; then came a timid knock. Pauline, looking baffled, called, ‘Who is it?’

More frantic whispers; then—

‘Baron Arnold!’ said what was clearly a child’s voice pretending to be an adult’s. ‘I mean, Baron Arald!’

Halt and Pauline exchanged glances; then Pauline stood and went to the door. Halt, who had been taught by his etiquette tutors that a lady didn’t answer her own door if there was a man present to do it for her, stood as well and followed. Pauline reached the door first and opened it to reveal three kids. Halt recognised one of them instantly, though he hadn’t seen him in five years.

It was Will.

Will’s large brown eyes peered up at him from under a shock of curling brown hair, just like they had when Halt first held him in his arms. He was noticeably shorter than the other two kids with him – Alyss and Horace, Halt remembered after a moment. Horace had only been in the Ward a few months.

‘Um,’ Horace said, suddenly nervous, ‘uh, um…’

‘You said there was a thing we had to say!’ Alyss said, in what she probably thought was a whisper.

‘Um,’ Horace said again. ‘Um, I don’t remember what I have to say, but it’s a rhyme and the second bit is “give us sweets,” so we need some sweets now.’

‘Horace told us about it,’ Will said. ‘It’s something people do on Hallowed Eve.’

Halt glanced out into the hallway. Nobody else was visible, but the children were young enough that they were still supervised when they were out of the Ward. ‘Does anyone know you’re here?’

All three kids exchanged glances. ‘No,’ Will said, before the others could speak up.

Halt was tempted to smile, but maintained his stoic demeanour. He looked to Pauline. ‘Well, Pauline, they’re your sweets – what do you want to do?’

‘Well, they are breaking rules,’ Pauline said, also carefully controlling her expression. ‘Most people would say that sort of thing shouldn’t be rewarded.’

‘Most would, yes,’ Halt said. ‘But Will is showing remarkable honesty. Honesty is something that should be rewarded, wouldn’t you say?’

‘They’re also being rather demanding,’ Pauline said, a light of amusement in her eyes. ‘They haven’t even said please.’

‘Please!’ chorused three small voices.

‘They just did,’ Halt said, inclining his head towards them. ‘Furthermore, they’re taking initiative by identifying what they want and trying to get it. Such independence is certainly commendable, wouldn’t you say?’

Pauline almost smiled at that, and bit her lip to keep it contained at the last moment. ‘They might ruin their dinner if they have too many sweets.’

‘Hmm.’ Halt stroked his beard, then looked at the kids. ‘Have you gotten sweets anywhere else?’

Once again, Will was the one to answer. ‘No. This is the first room we’ve been to.’

‘Then surely it’s our obligation to give them one sweet each,’ Halt said. ‘After all, if we give them something and send them right back to the Ward, their dinner won’t be spoiled. On the other hand, if we say no, they’ll have to ask at other rooms in the castle, and who knows how many sweets they’ll accumulate that way?’

Pauline only just managed to turn her laugh into a discreet cough. ‘Well. Then in the interest of these children’s health, I suppose they should each get one sweet.’

‘And we’ll be watching to make sure you go directly back to the Ward after,’ Halt said, as Pauline retrieved the jar. She put one candy into each child’s hand, then put the lid back firmly and adopted a firm expression. ‘Now all of you run along.’

Emboldened by their success, Will, Alyss, and Horace ran off. The Ward building was visible from Pauline’s window, and momentarily Halt saw them crossing the open lawn and slip in the main door.

Pauline came to stand at his shoulder, no longer bothering to hide her amusement. ‘Well, well, well, Halt, who knew you were so soft-hearted?’

Halt raised an eyebrow. ‘Whoever said it was soft-heartedness? I just wanted to cause trouble for their caretakers.’

Pauline chuckled and rested her hand on his arm. ‘Yes, of course. You Rangers all seem to have a legendary disregard for rules, after all.’

‘A bit of rule-breaking never hurt anyone,’ Halt said, with deliberate gruffness. He took Pauline’s hand gently and turned back to the chairs.

Pauline scooped up the jar of sweets in her free hand as they passed it. ‘Does that extend to having a sweet before dinner?’

Halt pretended to consider for a moment. ‘We’re adults,’ he said. ‘We can probably have two.’

[thefreakymunson]

Hallowicked

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The wind howled outside of your bedroom window, the frames rattling on their hinges.  You shivered slightly from the draft that came in through the cracks, fingers curling around the edge of your blanket.  The moon cascaded in through the window that was being berated from the tapping tree limbs that swayed in the wind.  All Hallows Eve wasn’t necessarily your favorite night of the year – Hawkins got creepier than usual.  Parties weren’t your thing on nights like tonight – you’d save the celebrating for tomorrow night. 

You clenched your eyes tighter, trying to will yourself back to sleep.  You turned to face the big window and you felt every hair stand up on your arms at what you seen.  Perched on the tree limb, just above your window, you swore you could see the outline of a human standing there.  Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat up just a bit further, squinting in the dark depth of the outside. 

“I know you see me,” the voice was muffled but you could hear exactly what was said and you instantly knew who said it.

“Eddie?” You scrambled closer to the window, body moving before your mind could catch up, “What? What are you doing here?”

There was no way  this was possible – Eddie Munson had been declared dead after the earth quake in spring break.  There was no body, but after months of searching for him – most searching to be able to condemn him to prison, but you done it to have an ending to what was the greatest love of your life.  There was absolutely no fucking way he was real. 

“Yeah, princess, it’s me.” He said with a small smirk, “Miss me?”

“What-“ You stared at him in disbelief as he perched on the limb, “How is this…how are you here?”

“Lotta questions,” Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know any of the answers to them.”

“Eddie-“

“It’s cold out here, baby.” Eddie said, shivering slightly as the wind blew harder.

“Come in,” you said as you pushed the window open a bit further.

You stepped aside and let him in, taking a second to breathe the cool air in that whooshed around him.  Your nerves were shot as you watched him effortlessly shimmy to the end of the thick branch, not an ounce of clumsiness like there used to be in him.  He slid his legs in first and then let the rest of himself inside of the window, his long hair curtaining and darkening his face. 

You went to turn the bedside lamp on and he barked out a “Don’t!”

You turned to look at him in the darkened room, confusion etching your face, “I can’t turn the light on?”

“No,” he shook his head, “Then you’ll see the real me.  I don’t look the same…got into a bit of trouble these past few months.  Nearly died, ya know? Got a second chance and I don’t want to fuck it up by letting you see me.”

“Eddie, I want to see you-“

“I said no!” He nearly shouted, voice loud and deep as he glared at you through the darkness.

“Okay,” you swallowed harshly, “Okay, I won’t.  I’ll keep the light off.”

“Thank you,” he said as he swallowed thickly.  He walked closer to you, stepping into the moonlight so that only his body was illuminated. 

The tattoos were still there, his Hellfire shirt tattered and torn, ripped black jeans even holier than they were the last time you seen him.  His skin was pale and there were a few different cuts that seemed to be scarred over now.  Old wounds.  Months old wounds.

“I’m hungry,” he said, voice a bit raspier than normal, “Thirsty, even.”

“I can fix you something,” you nodded as you went to walk to the bedroom door, “I’m sure you are-“

Instantly, he was at the door, slamming it shut, impossibly fast.  The slam echoed throughout the house, and you were thankful in that moment that you were home alone.  You didn’t want to answer for the loud noise so late at night.

“Ed-“

“I want you,” he rasped as he gripped your arm.

His hand was icy and you felt your body shudder at the touch.   He was freezing cold as you wrapped your arm around his that was gripping you so tightly it hurt.

“You’re hurting me,” you said as calmly as you could be, “Let me go, please.”

“Forgive me, baby.”  He whispered before he jerked you entirely into him.

Icy hands trailed over your arms, moving up to your neck, your heartbeat pounding against his fingertips.  He felt the hunger pain pang deeper in his stomach, nearly driving him insane.  His nose ghosted over the bulging vein that was screaming a sweet silent call only to him.  He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to your pulse point, his nose nudging your jaw as both of you shuddered from the contact.

You whimpered slightly in his grasp, fingers clutching what was left of his tattered shirt.  Everything on him was cold.  The chest you had spent so many days resting your head on, warm and soft, was now cold and hard.  As you placed your hand on his chest, there was no heartbeat.  The rhythmic thump thump thump that used to calm your fears was silent.  There was nothing except cold, stiff skin.  This didn’t seem right…this couldn’t be right. “Eddie,” you whispered, dropping your hand from his chest as you looked up at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly as his hands went for your night gown and pulled it up over your head, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties in front of him. 

Warm body met cold as his arms wrapped around you, pulling him even closer to him as his fingernails dug into the fleshy part of your thigh, hiking it up over his hip as he ground himself into your crotch. His lips found yours as you kissed him for the first time in months and you realized he didn’t taste the same.  Your thoughts were thwarted away as you felt his hand slip down the front of your panties, cold fingers causing a shiver to run through your body as he thrust them in and out of you slowly.

“Ed-eddie,” you panted as you felt his teeth graze over your neck, “Please.”

His fingers dug even deeper inside of you, causing you to stutter and rock your hips against his hand.  His mouth trailed down to your breasts, teeth scraping as he moved.  A loud yelp left your mouth as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, piercing the flesh easily.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” You panted as you leaned back from him even further, pulling him into the glow of the moon and you saw the blood around his mouth, dripping from two large fangs that poked out of his lips.

You made a dash for your bedside table, turning your lamp on as quick as you possibly could.  You gasped at the sight of him.  Pale skin even more pale than before, blue veins poked through the tattered shirt.  But his eyes were what took you back.  The once warm brown endless iris was now gone and replaced with black – no white, no brown…just black.  Everything made sense in the way that it didn’t make sense.  This wasn’t real –monsters didn’t exist.  They were just some figments of your imagination, a spooky story that was told late night at sleep overs.  Stories that didn’t exist. 

And yet, as Eddie stood in front of you, cold, breathless, and pale…nothing else made sense. 

His eyes locked onto yours and neither of you moved for a second, just staring, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you stared up at him in disbelief. 

“What are you?” You asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he bit back the disgust for himself in his own voice.  He lowered his head like a child being shamed for misbehaving.  “I just know…I’ve craved you for months now.  I can’t stop myself anymore.”

He looked back up at you and your eyes locked on his, taking him in. His word had double meanings and you seemed to understand both as you pulled him over to the bed.  Your fingers threaded through his hair, lips moving against his hungrily as he pushed you down onto the bed. 

He pulled your panties down, tossing them to the side as he stared down at your glistening cunt.  He wanted to bury his face in you, feeling your legs lock around his head, be smothered in everything that was you, but no matter how hard he ignored it, all he could hear was the blood pulsing through your veins. 

You sat up just a bit, leaning on your elbows to see just what he was doing – why he had stopped touching you.  He was staring at the spot where your inner thigh met your groin, eyes dark with lust and hunger.

“Do it,” you breathed out, breaking his trance, “It’s okay.”

You heard the two clicks again, a shudder running through your body as you seen the fangs come into view. 

“Y/N,” Eddie’s voice was a warning.  He shook his head and broke contact with the spot, his tongue gliding through your folds.  His mouth latched around your clit, his tongue flicking around the hardened nub as you rocked your hips up against his face. Your soft moans filled the quiet room along with the obscene sounds of him slurping on your pussy, fingers gripping his hair so tightly that it hurt.  Just as you were getting close, you felt him pull his mouth away from you. 

He tried to fight it – he told himself he wasn’t here to hurt you, but the scent of your arousal and the rhythmic wooshing of your blood coursing through the vein that was right against his ear was enough to cause him to tip over the point of no return. 

You yelped as you felt his fangs pierce your skin, a moan escaping his mouth as he tasted what he wanted the most from you.  He pressed his mouth harder against your thigh, crazed black eyes staring up at you as he drank. He was wild and fiery, eyes locking with yours,

In a sick way, it was a heady feeling knowing you had what he needed the most in the moment.  What he couldn’t stop himself from craving.  He was desperate for you. You looked down at him, a soft moan escaping your mouth as you felt his fingers begin to rub small circles over your clit again. Even in this state, he was still mindful of your pleasure. He truly didn't want to hurt you.

He forced himself to pull away, a strong hand pressing down over the puncture wounds to slow the bleeding.  You watched, a bit dizzy headed, as he brought his blood covered fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, leaving his ring finger for you as he leaned forward and popped it into your mouth.  Your eyes locked on his as you sucked his finger clean, the metallic taste filling your mouth.

“See how good you fuckin’ taste?” He panted as he watched your lips, “I can’t get enough of you, Y/N.”

You reached down, fingers fumbling with his belt and his jeans as he kissed you.  When you had them unbuckled, he was shoving his jeans down and flipping you over to your stomach so quick it left you confused for a minute.  His hands gripped your hips and pulled you backwards and you braced yourself to feel him slide inside of you for the first time in months.

A loud moan escaped his mouth as he thrust back into you, and you looked back just in time to see huge leathery wings woosh out from behind him.  His mouth hung open, his fangs seeming to gleam in the dimly lit room.  His thrusts were powerful, deep, lurching you forward each time he moved.  His moans were husky, fingers digging cuts into your hips as he pulled you back to meet each movement he made.

“Fuck,” he panted, watching as you clawed at the bedsheets, your head turned to the side to watch him as he fucked you into the mattress. 

“Eddie,” you panted, a shudder running through your veins at the feeling of him so deep inside of you. 

You felt his hand slide up the inside of your bloody thigh, fingers coating in the red sticky mixture, before he brought them to your clit and drew quick,  rough circles.

Your head hung against the mattress as his fingers circled your clit, but he had other ideas.  His fingers threaded through your hair, snapping your head back as he pulled you back against him.  Just as you were tipping over the edge of your orgasm, his teeth pierced into your neck, sinking in the most tender area.  You couldn’t help the scream, or just how hard you came, clenching and squeezing around his cock. 

Two strong arms supported you as you swayed, feeling light headed and dizzy, his cock still buried deep inside of you.  You could see him in the mirror across from your bed.  One hand moved up to the top of your head, opening your neck for him, while the other held you up under your bust, keeping you still as he swallowed hungrily, his eyes catching yours in the mirror.  A few deep thrusts and his hips stilled, his grunts and moans muffled by your skin.

He let you go, letting you fall forward slowly with the support of his arm.  You looked at him in the reflection.  Your blood dripped down his neck and chest, staining his pale skin, his hair was a mess, and the wings that had protruded from his back were still flared.

He was ethereal – beautiful and terrifying all in the same way.

Your little freak was back…finally.