#what is weird because she was living in the mansion before the curse

[artofshinga]

A bit ago I did a whole-ass set of warlocks based on D&D 5e subclasses - mostly for fun and also because my RP group was planning a warlock game. I didn't HAVE to draw one of each but doing so DID help me decide which one I wanted to play (this is, to note, why the characters are all pretty fem-coded - because that's my favorite to RP) Anyway, after I drew them all, folks asked if I'd do other classes too. And I was like, maybe? But, sorcerer did sound fun to do this with so over the last few months I've been working on them kinda on the side while I put most my energy in, like, the commissions I need to finish lol. But here, a bunch of theoretical sorcerers I'd personally play in a game:

Let's start us off with Iris, a half-elf who'd be living a pretty normal life in a normal job (I was thinking she was probably a waitress or somethin) until she finds something weird - a piece of a meteor or something, you know how it goes. Suddenly she has powers, and that's where her adventure would begin More sorcerers under the cut!

Tally I struggled with because, as it turns out, little mechanical fairy wings are complicated to draw. BUT also fun - I liked the idea of a fairy who's lost her wings and while she's trapped in the material plane she befriends a clockmaker who builds her little wings for her and eventually her magic ends up kind of syncing up with the mechanical way he teaches her about the world

Elysia was actually the last one I drew, since I have a DIFFERENT Divine Soul sorcerer I've already designed and want to play as a priority, but then I happened to see something about Greek gods while watching TV one day and thought, oh hey, that'd be a fun way to play with a divinity-themed sorcerer - maybe a musician that caught the affections of a god who blessed her with magic

Cherish is a cheerful tiefling working at an inn with her former-adventurer mother. We can guess what sort of things her mother got up to in her adventure since she ended up raising a child with some mysteriously draconic features

NGL Aine was just a way for me to play with some of the inspirations I used to cling to as a kid. Sailor Moon and other various bits of anime and JRPGs and such that I loved in my youth and used a LOT to inspire art. I wanted to remember that - and a catgirl wearing too many belts sounded perfect for that

Leila is probably my weirdest - she's SPECIFIC, like if there's a campaign set in the Shadowfell or something, I imagined a maid working in a mansion that gets magicked away to this realm and her gaining that shadow power when it happens

One of my first 5e characters was a storm sorcerer - more focused on rain and lightning and thunder. I used the same hair color and close to the same skin color to make this new storm sorcerer as a bit of a nod to that character, and wanted this one more focused on winter storms (including making her a winter eladrin elf)

and last but certainly not least, Gemma the halfling cursed with wild magic. I think she started off her adventuring life with a thieves' group before they found the wrong magic artifact. You know how it goes

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Con Man's Daughter (9)

Hey guys, I am not dead. With Halloween on the way, how about something spooky.

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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 7.5) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

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Nino knows that his childhood friend can be eccentric at times.

That is mostly due to her rebellious spirit and her equally weird father who talks of demons and monsters when Nino and Kim came over for a sleepover at Marinette’s house while he was visiting.

They both are too embarrassed to ever admit that they were scared while Marinette remained entranced by the ‘bedtime’ stories.

Over the years, he had seen her do unexplainable things that were all brushed off as magic with childlike wonder. There were a few hazy memories of a shrieking Chloe being levitated into the air and Chloe being ‘cursed’ which he brushed off as a dream.

Marinette was very interested the moment anything supernatural was mentioned. Later, Alix and Juleka joined her in that odd hobby of hers.

The three of them would disappear for a weekend and come to school on Monday with scratches and bruises, passing them off as accidents from trying sports.

While he and Mari has known each other for years, there are still things that are hard for him to explain or rationalise when it comes to Marinette Constantine-Cheng and the inevitable conclusion was that it just is.

That was also the reason he was hiding in some room in the Agreste mansion, hoping that she would pick up her phone.

“Ello?” Marinette sleepily answered.

“Dudette, help.” He whispered as quietly as he could into the phone, hoping whatever it was that was after them couldn’t hear him, “I didn’t know who to call. We were just goofing around and now there is something chasing us. Please tell me how to stop this.” His voice filled with fear.

On the other side of Paris, Marinette shot up, more awake. “Hold on, Nino. What happened?”

“We are at Adrien’s house…and….Kim…he brought an ouija board. I swear we were just playing around and….Oh god, I don’t know what happened to him. Please help, Marinette.” Nino heard something moving and it felt a little colder than before. The hair on his neck raised.

“Hurry.” was the last thing he said before he hung up and covered his mouth and breathe as quietly as he could. How did things go this bad?

—--(Flashback to 10 hours earlier..)------

The boys were talking among themselves about something or the other and Adrien’s room came up.

It devolves into the boys planning a sleepover in Adrien’s room while his father was out of town for his upcoming trip.

Max did a little hacking so they can sneak pass the security and Adrien let the boys in through the window.

They did the usual party games and played around in Adrien’s admittedly very cool room with the Arcades, mini basketball court, rock climbing wall, etc..

Then, Kim brought out the Ouija board because his reasoning is no sleepover isn’t complete without something spooky.

Plagg sees that this is a bad idea (He might be irresponsible at times but his holder might die from this because spirits are out of the his domain). He tried to get Adrien to not go along with it but Adrien ignored him thinking that Plagg was just being over-dramatic.

Plagg decides that the best thing to do was to find Lady Rouge aka Marinette since he heard from Wyazz that Tikki’s holder’s father is a famous magician who dabbles in the dark arts with the title Hellblazer. Where did Pigtails live again?

So the boys are summoning something but nothing happens for a few minutes so they takes their hands off the thingy. (Found that it is called a planchette.)

And the planchette began moving on its own.

Max tried to rationalise the phenomenon while Adrien excuses himself to find out that Plagg was missing.

He thought that Plagg was messing with him so he starts insulting the spirit and the other boys tried to get him to stop. When Adrien declare to cut the ghost off from camembert, everyone is confused. Then, the spirit starts to go crazy and attacking people.

The boys spilt up and ran. They were all glad that Gabriel was away because their screams probably had woken up the entire neighbourhood.

Adrien finally realised that Plagg wasn’t making things up or it was the kwami behind the ouiji board and by taunting the entity, he had fucked up. He followed the other boys out the door.

—--

Plagg arrived at Marinette’s place, just as she had just hung up with Nino and changing into appropriate sprit-hunting attire.

“Pigtails, I don’t have time right now but I need you to come with me. Adrien is in danger. You need to follow me right now.” Plagg stopped in his tracks as he realised what just happened and turned to face Marinette, “Wait, you knew?!”

“Knew what?”

“That Chat Noir is-” Plagg paused, “Adrien.” The kwami’s eyes widened at the implication.

Plagg was beginning to feel a sense of panic as bubbles didn’t appear when he said his holder’s name.

“Oh, that…it was kinda hard to ignore the enormous amount of destruction magic from the ring on Adrien.” Marinette said offhandedly as she shrugged on her red coat

“And Master Fu let you keep the earrings.” Plagg said with awe, eyes wide.

“Well…I am not giving him a choice about it and no one is going to do a better job than me right now. Besides, once I set my eyes on something, I am pretty stubborn in seeing it through. Burning Hawkmoth in his ridiculous suit is what I want to see.”

Plagg grinned, “Now I wished he had given me to you instead, Pigtails.”

“Marinette, we talked about this. No arson at night.” Tikki sleepily flew towards them. “Oh. And what are you doing here *yawns* Plagg?”

“My kit ran into some trouble with supernatural creatures. The non-Miraculous kind. I am here to ask for Pigtail’s help.”

“I was going to go anyways.” She opened her coat to reveal the inside pockets made especially to fit kwamis. “Hop in, Plagg. Tikki, go back to sleep. It won’t be long. I hope.” She said as she opened a portal to the inside of Agreste Mansion.

Tikki sleepily mumbled a goodnight as the portal closed before she flew back to the cosy bed Marinette made for her.

—----

Meanwhile Nino closed his eyes and breathe through his mouth quietly, hoping whatever the fuck it was chasing them would disappear when a cold hand touched him.

He screamed and tried to fight off the attacker who covered his mouth with their hand and turned him around.

It was Marinette.

“Nino, don’t give us away.” she hissed. “Now, are you going to scream when I remove my hand.”

Nino shook his head and she removed her hand.

“What? How…? How did you get in? Max said that the house has like insane security.”

Marinette gave him a secretive smile, “I have my ways. So where is this creature that you have unwittingly summoned?”

“It was in Adrien’s room…..but then, it chased us and- and we split up and I don’t where it is or where the others are. Oh my God, are we going to die? We shouldn’t have listened to Kim and play that stupid game. Adrien is probably already dead.”

“Why would Adrien be dead?” Marinette doesn’t seemed concerned that one of their friends might have possibly be a corpse but also looked bored with the entire thing.

“I don’t what exactly he was talking about. Something about getting rid of camembert.”

A muffled cry from Marinette’s direction made him look up but her expression remained unchanged. “And what happened next, Nino?”

“The thing didn’t like that apparently and it started going crazy.”

“Did you get a good look at it?”

Nino described the creature as best as he could.

“Sounds like a revenant or a wraith.” Marinette said thoughtfully.

“Is there a difference?”

“Kinda? I mean, if you see one undead hell-bent on killing people, you have seen them all. But depending on the type, ways of containing or getting rid of them are different. Sometimes, we can bargain with them to go away. Luckily, most efficient way to getting rid of anyone of them is by destroying what is anchoring them here. So we need to get that ouija board.”

Marinette stood up and opened the door of the room they were in, only for the ‘ghost’ to be on the other side of the door.

Lots of glowing symbols shows up on Marinette’s coat which causes the creature to scream as if it had been burned and flee.

Marinette looked disappointed and swore in English under her breath, “Dammit another wraith. Why can’t they bloody stay in Scotland?” 

Meanwhile, Nino looked on in awe. “Woah, Dudette, how did you do that?”

Marinette pulled out a bunch of necklaces with symbols from every religion and a few protection talismans her father gifted her.

“Always useful to have a few of these on you at all times. Never know what kind of spirit you might run into. If you don’t have anything, salt will do in a pinch.” She explained.

Then, Marinette confidently walked out of the room, and Nino scrambled from his position on the floor to catch up to her.

“Where- where are we going?”

“To the kitchen, of course.”

“Why?”

“To get salt.”

“But why?”

“Did you think that I am going to do all the work? This is partially your fault and you called me here at the middle of the night when you know how hard it is for me to wake up in the mornings and get to school on time.”

“Sorry about that, Dudette. I would have been dead without you. But why the salt?”

“Salt is believed to be pure and ward off spirits….” Marinette listed why salt is the number one thing you should have on hand during supernatural situations and the zombie apocalypse. 

Embarrassingly enough, she had forgotten to refil her salt reserves before coming to the Agreste Mansion so she hoped that Gabriel is not one of those rich people who doesn’t keep salt in their house. If not, she could lock herself in the bathroom and teleport home to get some.

Marinette decides to not tell Nino that the worse thing the wraith would do was knock him out and have nightmares. And then, he will wake up in the morning with a slight headache and feeling a little emptier and depressed as they would like to feel on happiness. (They are mostly harmless on the supernatural scale of what she has faced and the victims usually get better in a week or a year at most if the wraith had been feeding on them for a long time. Plus Nino deserve this for waking her up at 12 am to fix the boys’ mess.)

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On the way to the kitchen, they met up with Kim and Max who were hiding and jumped out to attack Nino and Marinette whom they thought was the beast after them.

Unfortunately for Nino, Marinette moved out the way of the attack causing the two boys lost their momentum in their surprise and crashed on top of Nino with Kim at the top of the pile. (For those wondering about Markov, he can be either at home charging or got lost when the wraith attacked.)

Kim recovered first and recognised the raven-haired girl. “Marinette! You are here. We are saved.”

Max looked up at his friend’s exclamation, glasses eschrewed, “How did you get in here? By yourself, there is a 5.3% success rate of getting in here.”

“It’s Marinette, Max. She’s magic and she can get into wherever she wants.” Kim stated in the same way one would say the sky was blue.

Marinette helped them up so poor Nino can finally breathe properly, “Nino called me for help. We were going to the kitchen to get some salt. This place like a maze.”

“So how did you get in here?”

Marinette smirked, “Like Kim said, Magic.”

Kim fist-pumped the air and laughed.

However, Max frowned, “That is not a definitive answer.”

“Sorry, Kante, some things are best left unanswered. Now, come on. We need to get salt.”

“Can you at least tell us why we need salt?”

“Salt, in most culture, is believed to be pure and an excellent repellent for most undead and supernatural creatures. Same with silver and iron. Those ancient people knew what they were doing. Anyways, if you want to see the light of tomorrow, we need to be armed, boys.”

Kim mock-saluted, “Aye, Aye, captain.” Marinette giggled.

They raided the kitchens for bags of salt and grabbed a few silverware just in case. (Marinette reluctantly grabbed some camembert at Plagg’s insistence.)

On their way out, they bumped into someone and Nino threw a fistful of salt into their face.

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“MY EYES.” Adrien screamed.

“Oh shit, dude, I am so sorry.” Nino tried to help his bro the best he could with a bag of salt in one hand and the other clutching a silver fork.

Kim and Max lowered their ‘weapons’ when they saw who it was and went back on guard in case the wraith came their way while Marinette looked around for something to help Adrien.

Plagg used the opportunity to get back to his holder after Marinette guide Adrien into a nearby bathroom to rinse his face while the boys stood guard outside.

Once Adrien recovered, “Marinette, how are you here?”

“A little black cat god with a stinky breath came to me while I was sleeping and told me to follow him here because he needed my help.” Marinette deadpanned.

Adrien stiffened and panicked internally. Oh my god, she knows. Master Fu is going to take Plagg away and I won’t be Chat Noir anymore. whatdoidowhatdoido

Marinette grinned and laughed, “Nah, I am just kidding. Nino called me, in the middle of the night by the way, about the trouble you boys got yourself into. You sunshine owe me a nice large of coffee with extra cream and sugar in the morning.”

Adrien nervously chuckled along with her. “The cat thing. Was it just a joke?” he asked weakly.

“Is he even trying to be subtle at all?” Marinette thought but she answered him anyways, “I was just messing with you.”

“I am going to see if the others are still alive. We will be waiting for you to get done.” she said before closing the door behind her.

Plagg came out of his hiding place, “Hey, kit.”

“Plagg, you are alive. Where have you been?”

“Of course, I am alive. It will take more than some measly soul to take a handsome cat like myself out. As for where, I went to seek the comfort of my dear camembert while you kids mess around. You can’t deny it but I told you so.”

“You were right, Plagg. I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

“That’s why you should listen to me more often.”

“I am going to get you more camembert after this.” Adrien paused in his excitement.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you do like what Marinette told me?”

Plagg laughed, (although oblivious sunshine boy didn’t notice that it sounded a little forced), “That was just a coincidence. Headphones kid called her as soon as he managed to find a hiding spot. Besides, some kwamis can travel in dreams like Nooroo but I am not one of them. So stop worrying about the ring being taken away if you think that pigtails might have found out who you are.”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

“No problem, kit. Now get out there before your friends starts to worry.” 

—--

Adrien armed himself with a salt shaker and a silver spoon. (His father might be angry if he finds out about this.) He looked around and saw that Marinette wasn’t armed.

“Hey, Marinette. Where’s your salt? ”

Nino answered instead, “Marinette don’t need it. She has her own protection thing and it’s awesome.”

“Oh, I wanna see.” said Kim.

“It’s nothing, guys.” She replied, “Religious symbols have gained power over the years and they can keep spirits at bay. A few ‘Hail Marys’ or some prayer from a holy book can buy you some time.”

“Just show them your bling, Mari.”

She sighed and opened her coat so the boys can ooh and ahh at the many protective charms and symbols she wore.

“This is like some Supernatural shit.” Nathaniel commented.

Marinette rolled her eyes but kept quiet the fact that she had visited the Universe of that show. (Speaking of, she should sent Jack back a letter.)

—--

Surprisingly destroying the ouji board was the easy part.

Adrien volunteered to be the bait while the others were in charge of keeping the wraith busy. They also ran into Ivan, Natheniel and surprisingly Luka along the way.

Luka gave her a look which Marinette chose to ignore as she laid out her plan.

“Mari…”

“Luka, your mother would be very proud of you. Sneaking into a mansion late at night and using a sleepover as an excuse. If she knew, she would be popping the champagne.”

“She doesn’t even know that I am here.”

“More reason for her to be proud. Besides, I will make sure to take care of what you are worried about.”

“Just know, I have your father on speed dial if it turns out to be something stupid.”

“I am not that reckless.”

“And Lady Rouge didn’t jump into the mouth of a T-Rex just last month.” (Yes, Luka knows too. He immediately recognised the person who would be dramatic enough and take the opportunity to be a mysterious person with a terrifying power like Lady Rouge is often portrayed as.)

“I am not like her. Besides, this is a routine job at most. I am more surprised that the wraith stuck around even though it is in the presence of a Miraculous.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Apparently, Miraculous are the equivalent of a repellent to the supernatural.”

“Is that why you guys haven’t been stirring up trouble in Paris for the past year?”

Marinette grinned as she finished setting up the salt circle in an elaborate pattern that would alleged hold the wraith while buying time for her to completely destroy its source, “Yeah. We had to look outside of Paris to get anything.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Great, if the boys are ready, let’s get this show on the road.”

“MARINETTE, what do you mean look outside of Paris?”

—--

Adrien taunts the wraith and draws it towards the room (A guest room) where the circle was and where the rest of the boys were hiding in.

They all poked it with the silverware and threw lots of salt at it so it got inside the circle.

Meanwhile, Marinette booked it to Adrien’s room where the Ouji board was and started chanting to cut the connection between the wraith and the board.

But before she started to chant, she noticed something particular about the board. Looks like her work wasn’t done for tonight.

After cutting the connection, she took pictures of the board before asking Plagg to destroy it.

She walked into the guest room where the boys were all passed out on the floor.

“What’s wrong with my kitten?”

“He’s fine. They all are. Cutting the wraith’s tie to the mortal realm made it release the energy it had collected so far into a blast that knocked them out. They will be fine in the morning with just a slight headache with the probable side effect of seeing glimpses of each other’s memories in their dreams since wraith feeds on memories and what not.”

Marinette walked up to Luka and woke him up with a slap to the face.

“Ow. What? Mari? What happened? What did the three of you do now?”

“Do you remember anything?”

“I went with the boys in your class to sneak into Adrien’s house while his dad was out of town because Juleka and Rose were worried they might get into trouble. We were finishing a pillow fight and was going to do something else. I can’t remember what.”

“Temporary amnesia like I suspected. You boys have been missing for three days.”

“What?” Luka sat up in panic and rushed out of the room before realising he was still in Agreste Manor. He took his phone out to see only a few hours had passed.

“That was not funny.” Luka said as he re-entered the room where Marinette was dragging a passed out Ivan.

“It was to me. Now help me move them back to Adrien’s room because it’s not long until dawn and I don’t have the energy for a clean up spell.”

“What are we going to tell them when they wake up?”

“Nothing. You are going to tell them nothing.”

“What?”

“They probably won’t remember what happened in the past few hours the same as you. So that means that my powers will remain secret.”

Luka picked up both Max and Nathenial. “Why?”

“One, to better hide my extracurricular activities. And two, I promised my Maman that I will try to live a normal life as possible and that would be impossible if they knew.”

They cleaned up as best as they could and Marinette made sure that all footage of last night was erased.

She portalled herself directly above her bed as soon as she was done.

Luka pretended to be asleep when the others woke up an hour later.

They all hurried to sneak out of the house as the sun rose.

Thus, Adrien’s first sleepover ended.

—---

The next morning, the chef hired by the Agreste was confused by how little salt was left in the bag he brought just a few days ago.

The cleaning maids were surprised at how much of a mess the usually neat Adrien had made of his room last night.

Adrien decided to make a stop at a coffee shop and bought extra large cup of black coffee with cream and sugar. He didn’t remember why exactly he felt like he had to buy it until Plagg filled him the blanks and told him that he had called Marinette last night and she asked for that in exchange for keeping quiet about the sleepover.

Adrien placed said cup in front of a tired Marinette who perked up at the smell of coffee, causing Alya to squeal at the scene.

Only for her boyfriend to later also enter with a large cup of coffee and placed it in front of Marinette.

“Why are you giving my girl ridiculous amount of coffee?” Alya asked, completely baffled as boys continued to filed in with cups of coffee which they all placed in front of Marinette.

The boys didn’t have an answer for her but they knew that last night, they had messed with something they shouldn’t and Marinette was the one who saved them.

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(Part 10)

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Typical Girls Sleepover

Summary: Soliel and Daseos have a sleepover! Collab Drabble between myself and @byrdstrolls Art by Byrdstrolls Word Count: 2651

As soon as she saw the car pull up Soliel went flying down the steps, pulling her jacket fully on as she went. She skidded to a halt next to the already beginning to roll down the driver’s side window. The conversation inside did not halt, so the rust was able to catch the back end of it.

“-ake sure you have everyone’s phone numbers Daseos”

“I do! G-d!!! I lived on the streets for MONTHS, remember?” She insists.

“The streets are one thing, a fucking, highblood neighborhood is another-” Hanagi mutters, and then jumps several figurative feet in the air out of startlement as she notices she’s been cursing and talking about hemophobia in front of a child that’s not Daseos. “Hi Soliel” She says, leaning an elbow on the side of the car, so naturally. Nice save. 

Soliel chimed in, chirping in the manner often found with her “The closest neighbors are preeeetty far away no worries Doc” she beamed as the driver finally turned to look at her with a worried look etched into her face.

“Well thanks” The rustblood replies. “You seem particularly chipper”

“I get to spend the day with my best friend in all the universe! Of course I’m excited! Wanna see my horns I’ve been following your instructions to the letter I literally can not feel them right now totally numb” She tilted her head so the other could see the flat top of her horns, then reached up and tapped them “It’s weird actually knowing I should be able to feel them but can’t!” By this point, Daseos had gotten out of the car, holding her overnight bag carefully.

“Good, Das is gonna help you get the prosthetics on, not being able to feel your horns will make that easier. Be safe, both of you, and try to make sure you get SOME sleep.”

“You’re not my lusus!” Daseos insists, running over to hug her friend. 

“I’ll keep an eye on her doc” Soliel salutes over the hug to the adult. “I’ll make sure she sleeps” 

“You better” Hanagi mutters, sighing as she watches Daseos go, before finally driving off. Daseos turns to her, grinning. 

“I got everything we need” She says, pat patting her bag. 

Soliel grinned back “Great! I have things set up inside, we should wait till daybreak so everyone’s asleep, so uh… what do you want to do until then?” She started to lead her best friend into the massive mansion via a side door closer to her portion of it. “Maybe we can do my horn thing, and then hang out in the ball pit, uhm, if you want”

“YOU HAVE A BALL PIT‽” 

“Uhm, yeah! Erik got it for me after I lamented that they don’t make them big enough once you’re no longer a wriggler and also they’re disgusting and full of germs” she held the door open. “Once you help get my caps on I’ll show it to you! I also got us matching bathrobes and they’re made from this fabric that originates off-planet, the softest thing you’ve ever felt I promise.”

“Thanks” Daseos replies, feeling a persistent ever so slight guilt inside her, that of a girl not used to having rich friends and being given luxurious things.

The two fell into chatter that jumped topics several times, weaving through everything but aliens to empire politics though neither ever seemed lost by the flow. They headed into Soliel’s bathroom, where the rust settled down on the edge of her bathtub so Daseos could easily reach the top of her head.

“Hanagi says normally this would hurt a lot which I guess makes sense especially for you since your horns are weird-“ She starts. 

“Hey!” Soliel retorts. 

“It’s true! Weird is cool!! I wish MY horns could glow! Anyway hopefully they’re actually as numb as they seem you know because it would suck if you ended up in pain”

“Yeah true we have waaaaay too much going on later” Soliel giggled until a small bonk from Das reminded her to hold still. She went rigid, even her chest barely moving as she breathed in and out.

“Okay-” Daseos says, bracing herself. “This should be easy, but you might get a headache later as the extra weight settles in. Buuuuuuut” Das’ tongue stuck out a bit from the corner of her mouth as she messed with the horn caps “that should do it!” She grins holding up her friend's head to face the mirror. 

“Get the light!!” Soliel requests, kicking her feet in excitement. 

“RIGHT” Daseos says, flicking off the bathroom’s light switch, and then eyes widening in wonder as she looks at her friend’s prosthetics glowing faintly in the block. “Yooooooooo” The jadeblood whispers in an unexpected moment of barely contained excitement. 

Her friend sits up from the chair, laughing in child-like glee and spinning in circles, watching her horns in the mirror. 

“You’re gonna be the coolest medium in the world, you know that?” Daseos says. “She’s gonna come straight out of the afterlife and say those caps are SICK”

After twisting in the mirror a moment, the joy from seeing her horns complete for the first time since The Incident caused the rest of them begin to glow to match the caps. Soliel wiped the forming tears away, and turned to Daseos. “Okay I know I said we should wait until sunrise BUT no one bothers me over here and Erik’s probably busy anyway so what if we went and set up now.” She bounced on her toes a bit, then grabs her friend's arm and pulls her out the room and down the hall. “Come on, if it goes well we can put our robes on and watch a movie after!”

“What if it doesn’t go well?” Daseos jokes. “Can we still do that?” 

Her personal room had most things on the sides, with a lot of clear space in the middle other than a rug, which she pulled off to the side. “Of course we can but obviously how well it goes will dictate our movie choice, trust me I’m an expert” with the floor now clear, Soliel quickly got to work drawing on it.

“Right” Daseos says, nodding solemnly, she goes over and sets down her bag, pouring several items out of it. 

“Okay hand me everything you got to bring her here, based on what you’ve told me about her I uh-“ the rust took a moment to pull something out from behind a pillow on the nearby couch. It was a stuffed octopus “I finished fixing this guy up for her. Look! One of its tentacles even had to be patched with another color on the end because it was missing.” She gently set that in the circle.

“Yeah,” Daseos says. “She loved uh, sea animals” She says, honestly knowing close to nothing about Twitch. “And Ghost energy drinks” The jade says, referring to the brand and not the fact Twitch would be a ghost, setting a few inside the circle, “Mondes says her apartment was covered in them- and I got her five caegers” Daseos continues, dropping the bill in the circle, making a strange collection of sparse offerings. 

“She loved five caegers?” Soliel questions. 

“She was an evil fleet lady, of course she loved money!” Das insists. “And this stuff was all I could find in my hive” She adds, sheepishly. 

“That makes sense” Sol nods in agreement. “If it doesn’t work the first time we’ll go dig in the cushions of the BIG couch and see if we can find anything extra” as she settled comfortably. “Now, did you bring-“ a vague hand gesture to indicate what she meant was given.

“Th-thony” Daseos grins, setting down the money object in the center of the circle, the thing they were most sure Twitch had at least something of an emotional connection too. “I told Hanagi I needed him for a science project eheheh. She can’t say no to science.” 

That got a laugh. “Okay yeah that’s fair. Sorry Th-thony, I got some plant food for you as an apology for once this is over, that works for a plant right? Also that wasn’t a TOTAL lie this is kind of a science project, the project is uhm” she paused, trying to figure out how to word it.

“Necromancy” Daseos replies. “Ecology. Whatever” 

“Psychology maybe” she nods, then giggles 

“Definitely psychology!” Daseos laughs. “It’s Twitch.” 

“Alright, I’m ready when you are”

The jadeblood inhales, staring at the pile of assorted items. It was enough- it had to be. Strange that Twitch could have had such a lasting impact on every single one of them, yet when searching for material proof of who she was, what she even wanted, what she stood for- the tangible results are so depressingly meager. Newly determined to do her due diligence as a necromancer following Ailzea’s ask-first model, she looks her friend in the eye. 

“I’m ready,” She says. The tone of the night shifts ever so slightly, the girls taking on a somber air as the blinds moved just a bit in the wind. 

Soliel nodded in solemn understanding, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, putting her hands flat on the ground in front of her. Breath in, breath out, the room seems to fall colder. In, out, the very shadows start to shift and twist around her. In, out, the glow from her horns fades, but then she opens her eyes and the glow from them more than makes up for it. The uncovered one glows red, and purple light seeps out from under the eyepatch over the other. 

A thin pink line dances above Th-thony’s steam like a seam, slipping in and out of existence like a trail of smoke. Daseos watches it with wary trepidation and anticipation, glancing back and forth from Soliel to the plant. 

When the rust speaks, there’s an almost musical quality to it. “We want to speak to you, so please come forth.”

The pine line sparks suddenly, as if lashing out in a burst of emotion. And suddenly, the specter is there, flicking in the moonlight, seeming more star than girl in many ways, her tangible form volatile, but her mouth seems to find the grace to form words, the first thing to fall from her mouth is predictably bitter

“Ha Ha” The ghost of Twitch Monark says, staring down Daseos as if Soliel were not even there. “Why would you wanna talk to me?” She says. 

This seems to stump Daseos temporarily. She seems caught up in seeing the woman face to face for the first time since she had arrested Mondes outside that motel, trenches of old hurt she thought were long buried digging their way to the surface. 

“Because” she stumbles. “Can we bring you back to life?” 

“What?” She replies. 

“What?” Daseos says. 

“We want to bring you back to life!” Soliel says. “Is that okay?” 

“Okay?” Twitch says, looking through the pile of offerings. “First of all- not a thing you can do. Death is famously permanent” she mansplains. “Second, why would you do that?” 

“Me and my family have discussed it,” Daseos says solemnly. “And we want to give you another chance.” 

“Well now I KNOW you’re lying” Twitch replies. 

“I’m not!” Daseos insists. 

“The Cheongs aren’t idiots,” she says. 

“Yes they are!” The kid retorts. “I mean! No they’re not!” She corrects, tripping over her words. 

Soliel had to choke back laughter at that, clearing her throat instead.

“Exactly. So even if necromancy was real- big IF- they wouldn’t use it on me.” She says. 

“M’am I am literally sitting here glowing and talking to you after dragging you as a ghost to here. Can you not act like necromancy is nothing because like- it’s happening, right now.” Soliel argues.

“Oh I’m ALIVE right now?” Twitch retorts. Poking a hand through her body, turning into a burst of light and back again. “This is how my alive body works?” 

“Necromancy has different levels OBVIOUSLY jeez I thought you were supposed to be the fancy smart one.” The six sweep old roasts. 

“I shoulda brought Marsie” Daseos muses. 

“You what?” Twitch stutters. 

“I brought Marsie back to like” She subtlety brags. “I coulda brought him here to show you.” 

“Your story grows more ludicrous by the second” Twitch hisses. 

“Have you seen him around the afterlife?” The teenager says. 

The ghost stares at her, beaten. “Well- no” She says. “Could be unrelated” She mumbles. “Maybe he’s avoiding me. Besides! That’s obviously what you’d say if you were attempting to endear yourself to me” She accuses. 

Daseos takes a moment to grab her phone, looking through her photos for an age. Before flipping it over and showing a photo of her and Marsie taken a couple weeks ago. 

The seadweller stares at it. Dumbfounded. She inhales. 

“Could be doctored,” She says. 

“Are you kidding me?” Daseos hisses. 

“None of this makes sense” The violetblood complains, “And nobody wants me back alive! She says, throwing up her hands and storming off. 

Soliel clears her throat, and simply summons her again, the ghost appearing again in the circle. She glares at them. 

“Why wouldn’t they want you back alive?” Soliel asks. 

“A hundred billion reasons.” She replies. 

“Hanagi misses you,” Daseos says quietly. 

The woman inhales, pained. “Hanagi maybe. Maybe once in a blue moon Hanagi misses me but the rest of them? You can’t expect me to believe that.” 

“Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, people would be willing to believe you are able to change? That Hanagi’s opinions may have affected others?” She speaks softly now, the rust does, unsure if it’s really her place to speak.

“Sure. Hanagi just walked up to the rest of them and said let's resurrect Monark and they were like "you know what, sure”” She rambles, sarcastically. “They totally just forgot about all the attempted murder I did. They just listen to whatever Hanagi says.” 

“You’re such a child” Daseos says, in a disquieted awe of the woman’s immaturity, which even she, the six sweep old, can parse. “Let’s say they did-” 

“They didn’t” She retorts. 

“Let’s say they did,” Daseos insists. “Wouldn’t you want to do right by them?” She says. “If Hanagi fought them on it- on your behalf” 

The ghost pauses, flickering again as she is overcome with emotion. 

“Necromancy isn’t real,” She says. 

“Uuuuuugh do you want me to send a taxi for Marsie?” Soliel says, exasperated. 

“Will you ANSWER THE QUESTION” Daseos says, fed up. “If none of this is real- it doesn’t matter. But if it WERE. play pretend. Do you want to live?” 

The ghost flickers so much she nearly vanishes into that unknowable either. Lost and faint as she was when she was alive. This hollowed out trace of a person. Her form falls apart, until it's not even clear it’s a troll anymore. Just shapes and colors, pinks and purples, the nebula thrashes, caught in some silent violence. The air rustles through Th-thony’s leaves. 

“Okay, I’ll play pretend” Monark says, voice quiet and wavering with no discernible source. 

“I want to live,” She says. And Daseos shoulders ease. Her eyes close, in a silent, raw relief. 

“Okay” She says. “Thank you” she says, not knowing what she was saying it for. “I’ll see you soon” The child promises. 

A pink hand snakes out of the void, grabbing the five dollar bill from the tiny altar. 

“I’m keeping this” She says, dragging it to whatever ghost realm, and then she’s gone. 

Soliel waits until she is fully sure the spirit is gone before cutting the connection off, the glow within the room fading and the shadows settling unnoticed back to their usual positions. “Well. I think that went well.”

“Yeah” Daseos says, dazed. “I guess that could have gone worse”

[elysia-nsimp]

OC introduction: Heaven (Twisted Wonderland)

^ fairy gala outfit, I did use a ref, if ur curious and I find it again I’ll share :3:3

Basics

Heaven (she/her) is a Ramshackle student mainly based off of the bride from the Haunted Mansion, and minorly based off of the Mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas. She is… some kind of ghost, many assume, though she’s always been that way, rather than having died. Her age is, for the most part, unknown.

While usually floating, Heaven when standing on the ground is … I’d say 5’8. She’s thin, perhaps a little too much-so, and very… uncanny. She almost never blinks, and primarily eats using the mouth on top of her head, rather than the one on her face. She also only has three clawed fingers on each hand, not including her thumb.

Rarely is Heaven actually seen in any classes, and when asked about her, professors don’t typically seem to recognize the name as one of the students. However, she claims to be very good at history and ancient curses. She does not enjoy flight class because there’s “too much sunlight.”

Hobbies, Talents, Preferences

Few people even see Heaven, much less know what she does with her free time. For the most part, Heaven remains invisible, with the only sign of her presence being an odd feeling that you’re being watched or that something terrible is going to happen.

Despite this, it’s been made very clear that Heaven strongly dislikes men. She’s incredibly distrustful and will be openly aggressive and even violent towards masc presenting people who she deems some level of threat. Of course this isn’t like, all men she encounters, she’s just kind of iffy and guarded for the most part… but if you fail the vibe check? Oof good luck.

Total girls girl tho. One of the other girls murders someone? Heaven will hide the body no questions asked.

The one thing most students have come to agree on about Heaven, is that she enjoys using her range of weird ass abilities to freak people out, including but not limited to: the mouth on her head which has a sharp black tongue in it, her unpleasant aura, the fact that she knows information she realistically should not be able to know, her ability to seemingly predict the future, random teleportation… there’s more but those are the big ones.

She is. very ominous.

Backstory

Heaven is a princess, one of a now destroyed kingdom that exists somewhere in the spirit realm. From a young age, Heaven kept telling her parents that bad things would happen, to which her parents would assume she was doing kid things and making it up… only for the exact events to later happen. Because of this, word spread and the kingdom began to believe Heaven was a bad omen, bringing disaster wherever she went, and her parents locked her away in the palace Elsa From Frozen Style.

She grew bitter and upset that no one listened to her, and only assumed the worst from her because she was young. As a result, the day she learned her unique magic was the day the entire kingdom fell, being destroyed in a massive tornado no one could have predicted—no one but the one who’s overblot caused it.

Heaven was exiled from the ruins of the kingdom, while her parents and the survivors of the disaster sought refuge in a neighboring kingdom. From there, Heaven traveled on her own for a while, before deciding that the Ramshackle dorm in the living world would be a good place for her to stay… where no one knew who she was or what she had done.

Oh also she was supposed to marry a prince from another kingdom but she hated that idea. Then she fell in love with my buddy Howl’s oc Prince Jude an oops guess what, that was the prince she was supposed to marry so now they’re happy together yaaay

Unique Magic

Let the truth be revealed ,

And set free thy soul,

Lest thy fate be sealed,

And lest chaos reign control.

From this day, we doth decree,

Anticipate our destruction,

Cataclysmic reduction

Make mine own visions reality!

Calamity From Above!

An extremely powerful UM that will almost always result in extreme damage to the user. It festers a natural disaster, mimicking the extent of the user’s negative emotion.

This usually manifests as a tornado for Heaven, and given the nature of the spell, will send her into an overblot if used incorrectly.

Relationships

Ace

Heaven hates this mf. She bites her tongue because the prefect (in this version, Comet in specific), is friends with him. He sometimes feels her stares from seemingly nowhere.

Deuce

Actually, Heaven thinks Deuce is a pleasant person. He gets a pass :)

Leona

Heaven… respects Leona. She doesn’t like him, but she respects him.

Ruggie

She is ready to throw Ruggie into the next zipcode over

Jack

She’s skeptical of Jack. Not sure if she approves of him or not yet.

All of Octavinelle

I cannot put into words how much she does NOT like these three. She has close eyes on them whenever they’re near Comet, which is… often. She has thrown a pan at Floyd before because he was getting too close to Comet, and she would do it again.

Kalim

She thinks he’s obnoxious and loud, but he kind of reminds her of her husband, so he gets a pass.

Jamil

She WILL bite him /neg

Rook

BITES HIM BITES HIM BITES HIM /NEG

Idia

Shockingly??? Heaven considers Idia a friend?????? Like they met once and had a pleasant conversation (Idia was shaking like a chihuahua in the snow) and Heaven decided “this little man is silly, I’ll be keeping him :)”

Malleus

Heaven holds high respect for Malleus. She’s still keeping an eye on him tho.

Lilia

“Anyone who fucks up their food that badly cannot be trusted.” -Heaven

Sebek

HATES HIM. SHE HATES HIM SO MUCH.

Bonus!! Comet

Comet is her bestest friend in the whole wide world :))) she’d murder someone for Comet no hesitation:)))) you wanna date Comet?? You gotta pass Heaven’s vibe check :))))) (Comet will not let Heaven commit murder for her, Heaven is distraught by this)

Other works

Hejejejjewj playlist

Media

Thank Howl for the second one lol

[kirstenonic05]

Ok so basically about that comment about the human flower. So that girl is in the visual novel game Your Turn To Die (you've probably heard me talk abt it before, definitely seen me post and reblog abt it I am going insane over it,) and she's called Kanna, and in one of the routes of the game she dies.

So because they're in a death game (self explanatory imo), all participants have these collars on them and they uh. They can do a lot of things! They act as a sort of way to keep anyone from stepping out of line, and in some cases can be used to kill people. One guy called Mishima got his head straight up burned off his body because it heated up to a ridiculous degree (what a unique way of beheading someone!) and they can also explode! Neat! Anyways when Kanna dies in the route she dies in, her collar plants these specific seeds in her that rapidly grow in her body and turn her into a human flower. It is extremely painful. Like. The game is done with drawn sprites and pixel art but god it was pretty horrifying to watch unfold. And if you thought that was bad she uh. She is also a lil twelve year old!

Anyways with that out of the way I'm curious abt that OC you mentioned :3

Oh damn! That's really morbid! D: That's something that would totally keep me up at night! Things like that, like parasites or anything to do with the insides of a person, I really can't deal with!

Sorry for the late reply, I had to gather all of my info on this OC XD His name is Bluebell and I made him with @dremyink06 as a part of an original story called The Bluebells Sound Death, or TBSD for short! (I sometimes call it the Bluebell Saga, since the sequel is called Sunflowers Spring Forth Day)

I'll put brief summary of it under the read more!

The Bluebells Sound Death is set in around the 80s probably, Ink and I haven't fully decided on the date.

The main character is Sun Fowler, who is from a wealthy family and lives in a mansion surrounded by a lush garden he looks after. He finds that his prized bluebells keep getting eaten, so he asks his mother, Rossette, what animals would eat bluebells. He soon finds out bluebells are poisonous and goes out to figure out what had been eating his bluebells.

He soon comes across a guy lying down in his bluebell field, hiding from him. They introduce themselves and he finds out Scilan Dumort, some random guy who lives next door, has been eating his bluebells as his late mother told him that it would heal him. By the fact that he wasn't dead yet, Sunflower believes him. and invites him over for a proper dinner.

They find out they go to the same school and become very good friends, along with a girl at school named Poppy. Both Poppy and Sun nickname Scilan, Bluebell, thanks to his love for eating bluebells.

Eventually, Sun learns that Bluebell has had a curse since birth thanks to his parents' knowledge of witchcraft. They died to the curse while Scilan has a few years to live. The bluebells act as a remedy and keep him from dying but he didn't even realise he had a curse. His mother had simply advised him to eat bluebells every day.

Not only was he just a weird person in general, but Bluebell was constantly bullied for being gay. Late in the story, he confessed to Sunflower, but Sunflower mistook the confession as a joke and got arrogant about it. Heartbroken, Bluebell took the lonely path home. But, he began coughing out flowers on the way and he soon falls. Sunflower ran after him to actually say that he loved him but found Bluebell dying in the bluebell garden. Sun mourned his death. As they say goodbye Bluebell tells Sun to feed him a bluebell but Sun refuses, thinking there would be a way to fix this. In the end, Bluebell eats it and passes soon after.

Luckily, Bluebell comes back later as a ghost thanks to their strong love. But, he is completely covered in bluebells thanks to where he died and from eating bluebells. But don't worry, they live happily together :D

The blue haired guy is him as a ghost in Miitopia with his friend from another original series! (And me in the top left and Ink's OC Morty in the top right XD)

This all started out as a Caejose Hanahaki RP that spiralled way out of control! I actually have the original version of the Hanahaki AU written out, but it was when Ink and I were new to the fandom so I'd like to rewrite it someday.

I also wrote a song for this series! Maybe I'll post it sometime? Who knows XD

But yeah! That's a quick summary of TBSD!

[imperatorium]

Do you mind talking about about your mansion au 👀

So, I have ranted about this a little bit before (and you can read that here), but I do want to accentuate that this is something that probably does not land nearly as hard as it should for anyone who is not obsessed with the Haunted Mansion ride/lore as I am. As such, since I've already broadly gone over it, maybe here I will touch on it a little more specifically.

Nihil is supposed to be the George Gracey Jr. figure. He is the last rightful owner of the Mansion, from a long, storied history with it as a hotbed of paranormal activity.

Sister is a play on Madame Leota, the over-invested witch/medium who entangled herself with the Mansion's owner so that she could stay close to the most powerful Hell Pit that exists in the world, but who fell prey to her own machinations and got trapped in a crystal ball before she could trap her enemies there, instead.

All of the boys are sort of their own selves, but the children of significant other characters - One's mother is Emily, Two's is Lillian, and Three's is (my other fav girl of all time) Constance. None of them lasted long in their arranged marriages with Nihil because of his & Sister's efforts to slyly get rid of all of them in various and sundry ways. (Which worked out for the best, all around - especially with Constance, who definitely meant him harm for her Own Reasons.)

As such, Copia sort of ends up being the Little Leota equivalent, just based on his parentage.

Ultimately what happened is that in a failed attempt to thwart Nihil's family working against them, Sister herself ended up at the mercy of her own banishment spell and his family took this as an opportunity to trick him into believing that she'd fled. He knew this couldn't be the case and they must have done something to her, so after sending his children away, he murdered basically every other living person in the Mansion and then killed himself, also.

There's a lot of backstory that matches up with how I imagine canon - them meeting as children, him being sent away and mostly forgetting his childhood, then being brought back into the fold when he is meant to assume the head of family position and falling in love again with Sister - so I hope it makes sense when I say the ghostly ballroom scene is, essentially, the events of the "Dance Macabre" video.

And after their deaths/disappearances, this is a curse on the Mansion - every year on the anniversary of that night, the events play out again. A fancy ball welcoming home the heir to Emeritus Mansion, the re-meeting of lovers, Nihil's reintroduction to the weird world his childhood home exists in, etc. It drives Sister mad, every time, because he never remembers that they're reliving a memory, which is why every single time, he looks so lost and confused.

One of these days, though. One of these days, she'll be strong enough to break the cycle...

[spacebarbarianweird]

Here's an idea. Tiriel and Astarion are having a redo of the graveyard scene decades later, maybe on the anniversary of certain fateful day when he started living again? But this time it's more about her feeling things And reflecting and she would be thé one taking the initiative.

What we were, what we are

Summary: Tiriel and Astarion have a re-do of the graveyard date to celebrate their 100th Anniversary

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)

Tags: fluff, post-game, smut

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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Masterlist

Headcanons

Alethaine is mentioned but not present - she is the High Necromancer of Cormyr these years. She is 80 years-old

Baldur’s Gate, 1492 DR 

A guttural cry rings through the camp making Shadowheart shudder.

At first, she thinks someone is attacking them but then realizes that screams are coming from the camp itself.

Then, the cries stop.

Tiriel, the leader of their weird group leaves the tent that used to host only the vampire and sits in front of the fire.

Blood seeps from the fresh bite mark on her neck.

“Shar, what did I do to deserve this,” Shadowheart hands Tiriel healing ointment and the other half-elf applies it on her wounded skin.

“Is it Astarion?” She asks.

Tiriel nods. “It's good that he finally starts screaming.”

“Not the answer I expected.”

“He cries in silence, Shadowheart. Curls on his bedroll and cries making no sound. And he also rips his skin off. Digs his nails so deep he can reach for the bone. And after it slowly regenerates, he does it again.

“Now screams sound much better.”

Tiriel nods and then smiles, noticing Atsariin leaving the tent. The vampire stands away from the camp swaying side by side but not approaching the fire.

“Tiriel… can I?

Tiriel nods and Shadowheart watches them holding hands. 

They both smile like idiots.

**

Baldur’s Gate, 1592 DR 

Astarion barely recognizes the city he once knew so well.

Half of the lower town was submerged into the sea, and the Chiontar River flooded the center of the city.  

Only the Black and the Wide Gates remain untouched and no matter how hard Astarion tries to spot the ruins of Cazador’s mansion, he can’t see any sign of the former vampire’s lair.

Well, it may be because Astarion burned it to ashes a century ago, but still.

Almost all residents have left the city. The Gate, the new town founded by the upper class, now towers from behind Dushawk Hill, but even at its best, the new city is much more depressing than Baldur’s Gate has ever been at its worst.

The urban creation of Balduran, an adventurer turned pathetic Mindflayer, is now dying, slowly eaten by the greedy river.

Astarion smiles.

Oh, how many times he dreamt of this city being destroyed!

Bburned, drowned, cursed. 

But now… Astarion feels nothing.

A century later all this doesn’t even make sense anymore. The city is gone but so is his sorrow.

The Astarion who was stalking those streets and the Astarion who now watches them disappear while sitting on the roof of the High Hall are two different creatures. 

He approaches the edge of the building  and jumps on the roof of the Vanthamur Vila.

He has been there before.

Catching victims. Finding clients. Dreaming of salvation.

He moves further away and closer to the water. Manor Gate and Gond Gate both sank into the river but Astarion knows this place.

This is where the Illithids took him.

He remembers seeing the city under attack and opening his arms waiting for final death. And at the same very moment, a red-haired half-elf was trying to escape from the mind flayers.

Maybe he even saw her in the crowds.

Tiriel, with her funny tattoo on lips and hair that are actually much longer than they seem. 

Tiriel, with her kind heart and fierce nature. 

She was a means to an end, his chance at freedom – but Astarion fell for her so hard she consumed his every thought.

Astarion smiles and catches the familiar scent of the wind.

Now thatthe ruins of Baldur’s Gate smell like open sea and dirt, it’s easy for him to spot his darling.

**

1493, Baldur’s Gate

Astarion watches Tiriel talk to Jaheira. The elderly half-elf jokes about something and Tiriel looks like an embarrassed teen who has been asked a too-personal question about her life.

His past is slowly becoming a distant nightmare and he is confident he can take whatever the future holds for him. 

Astarion can make it because he isn’t alone.

As he approaches the water, he notices Shadowheart holding a goblet of wine.

“So, how is our cleric of Selune doing?” Astarion approaches her. “You know, silver hair suits you best, Shadowheart.”

“It’s Jenevelle. Jenevelle Hallowleaf,” she corrects him. “You aren’t the only one who wants to forget the awful past”

“So, how is Jenevelle doing?” Astarion smiles at her.

She shrugs. “My father and I are trying to reconcile. I barely remember him and he’s trying to move on. Forty years is a long time to spend in Shar’s dungeons even for someone who is three hundred years old. And,” Jenevelle turns away, “my mother died three months ago. She was old and her body didn’t recover from… what she’d been through.” The cleric takes a sip. “I don’t feel anything about it. Maybe I have been broken by the Sharrans, after all.”

“I think you are just too tired,” Astarion says, feeling like an idiot. Somehow, things that don’t involve seduction have a tendency to get weird. “Speaking of which…”

“Let me guess. You bit Tiriel too hard?”

“I learned to control myself! Well… You see… We came here through the Underdark and she didn’t have much sleep. And… This place… I am afraid I am having a setback. And if I am , I will not let her sleep.”

“Maybe you could stay in a different tent?”

“Nonsense, our fierce leader is so sensitive she will think I want to break up. I need something to soothe my nerves, that’s all.”

“Very well, let me think.”

Astarion grins. “Thank you, my friend. I won’t forget it!”

**

1592 DR

For some reason, the old graveyard is still there, barely touched by water and destruction.

Tiriel sits in front of the familiar tombstone. She’s barely changed since they met a century ago, though Astarion notices the signs of life’s autumn in her. 

Some hair whiten, a few wrinkles appear. Bite marks bleed a bit longer. 

“Hello, darling. What brought you to this dark place?” he says.

Tiriel jumps on her feet. She wears leather armor that highlights her athletic body.

“Oh I’ve been… walking around.”

“And ended up at my grave.”

“Yes,” she kisses him. “You know, Alethaine told me she came here when she was twenty-five. And also fought with someone in the ruins of the vampire mansion.”

“Typical Alethaine. I just hope she doesn’t know what we did in this graveyard,” Astarion slaps Tiriel’s butt and she laughs.

“Alethaine would think we are gross.” Tiriel sits back on the ground. “How do you think she’s doing? I mean, Cormyr is literally on the other side of the Western Heartlands. And there are no elves or half-elves around there.”

“I think a High Necromancer who also happens to be a boy-king’s right hand can protect herself. Don’t worry about her, she is a big girl and is doing alright!”

“Sometimes, I measure things in human magnitudes and can’t believe she is eighty and still so young. And other times, I measure things in elven magnitude and consider her a baby.”

“Measure it like an elf. Alethaine is a literal child who is only approaching adulthood. She will have it all, darling. Whatever she wants.”

Tiriel squeezes his hand. “Thank you, Astarion.”

“For what?”

“For everything. Listen, a century ago you brought me here and told me all these things I didn't even hope to hear from you. That you love me. That you want us to keep going. That we both did the right thing. And now … I want to say the same. Thank you. Thank you for these ten decades.”

Astarion shakes his head. “You thank me? Listen, it’s not you who is an undead, who has to hide in the shadows and used to have nightmares and meltdowns.”

“I am rude. Reckless. A walking embodiment of someone wild and uncomfortable. People say about women like me that we don’t deserve to be loved should we prefer men. Girls can fall for my type, men obviously can’t. And you didn't try to change me, to fit in your dreams. You accepted me. You took me. You… love me and sometimes I watch you trancing and can’t believe you are still there, for me.”

Astarion takes her hand. “Tiriel, honestly, I was afraid you would dump me for someone else. ”

“For whom? No one is like you. You saved me from loneliness, from bitterness, from my own nightmares, from…the lack of purpose.”

Astarion touches her freckled cheek. This impossible woman still drives him crazy.

She touches his left earlobe and now that she is close he can smell her arousal.

“So, you wanted sex but decided to lure me back to the graveyard?” He chuckles.

“Hm, I thought that a one-century anniversary is worth something interesting,” Tiriel leans into him, forcing Astarion to lie on his back. Tiriel is now on top, kissing him and playing with his ears.

The tugging feeling in his trousers is now unbearable.

He reaches out for the laces to set himself free, but Tiriel grabs his wrists and pins Astarion to the ground.

Astarion gives up and allows Tiriel to do what she wants. The funniest part about their relationship is that in rage Tiriel is as strong as him, a vampire. And when she is horny… it’s the same as when she rages.

She sticks her right hand into his trousers and squeezes his cock, moving her palm up and down a few times to make it hard.

Suddenly, she stops.

Astarion elbows up a bit. “Darling, keep moving.”

Tiriel smiles innocently. “Love, what do you want me to do?”

“I want you… Fuck… I want you to ride me.”

Tiriel places her palm on his chest. “Then sit back and watch.”

The half-elf slowly takes off the armor. Then her shirt. Her nipples immediately harden and Astarion adores the stretch marks on her belly – the distant reminder of her pregnancy. 

“You know, I can always try to fuck another child into you.” He licks his lips.

“I was thinking about having you all to myself till the end,” Tiriel unlaces her trousers.

Her pubic hair is as red as her hair and her legs are covered with the same freckles as the rest of her skin.

“Do you know why elves often prefer half-elves as their mates?” Astarion says.

“Why?”

“Because your kind has the sexiest human features. Hair down there, bigger bottoms.”

“I think the same works for human men, they adore the elven features in us.”

“Then I am surprised you were single when we met.” 

“I was just waiting for you,” Tiriel leans into him and pulls off his shirt. When she touches his right nipple with her tongue Astarion lets out a moan. “You are beautiful.”

Now her hands are on his trousers again. Astarion can’t wait anymore and helps Tiriel to get rid of their clothes faster.

She straddles his hips and soon they become one.

Tiriel rolls her hips and presses her hands on his chest. 

“I love you,” she whispers.

Astarion barely manages to say anything because by now his world has shrunk to his own arousal and the woman on top of him. 

She is hot like fire.

Tiriel’s movements become faster and rougher, an orange glow in her irises.

Well, probably the reason why Asarion is her partner is that other men wouldn’t be able to handle Tiriel when she is like this.

Astarion grabs her hips forcing her to squeeze him tighter. Tiriel doesn’t restrain herself, she moans and whimpers.

Orgasm comes much faster than Astarion hoped for. His eyesight gets blurry and for a moment there is nothing but a wave of pleasure.

Tiriel makes a few more movements before collapsing on him.

Astarion strokes her back.

“Do you think anyone saw us?”

“Now or a century ago?”

“Both.”

“I am sure right now there is no one,” Astarion kisses her sweaty forehead. “I am more concerned about the lack of taverns here.”

“Why?”

He gently slaps her buttcheek.

“Because a century ago we took a bath together after making love. You looked like a gravedigger!”

Tiriel kisses him. Her kiss is deliciously sweet.

“Hm… And I remember you crying in the tub.”

Astarion lets out a laugh. Yes, he did cry. He cried because he didn’t know sex was something more than just … fucking. That it also involves aftercare and, gods, he felt alive when Tiriel washed his hair, rubbed his skin and kissed him.

“I think we can find something in the Gate,” she suggests finally getting off him. “It’s fucking cold here.”

After helping Tiriel dress, Astarion spots a dry path back to the street, grabs her and places her on his shoulder. 

“So, darling, you just need to tell me what you want,” Astarion says.

“And what do you want?”

“No-no, your turn to decide.”

Tiriel contemplates for a while. “I want something sweet and hot. And also a bath.”

“Then let’s go to see if the Gate is truly a mere shadow of what it was before!”

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[hanakihan]

Felt like drafting salieri and jalter’s meeting after salieri was guided and allowed into manor, nothing fancy honestly

‘Who the hell are you!?’

Salieri didn’t even notice how he fell asleep on a sofa in a main hall - maybe that’s a result of his aged body, maybe a result of his tired mind - and he absolutely didn’t expect to be awakened so suddenly and loudly. He opened his bleary eyes to be greeted by a shaped blob in color of sand and dried wine, not tall yet not small either. And oh it still continued to yell.

‘I asked - who the hell are you!?’

It’s definitely a girl’s voice - relatively young, not yet reaching stage of aging, like a gentle chime of a hand bell. After blinking couple of times and adjusting glasses on his nose Salieri finally had a clear picture - a petite blond girl with rather angry look on her face and a frying pan in her tiny pale hands. Despite her glare, it was quite obvious she was nervous, if slightly shaking hands were any indication.

‘Old man I won’t ask third time—‘

‘O-oh, excuse me. I’m…’ He needed to give her an answer, to at least calm her down, yet nothing reasonable came to mind. ‘I’m… I was allowed here? A big lone wolf lead me to a mansion and a hospitable house fire allowed me to stay?..’

Oh great, his own explanation of events sounded pathetic and unreal. Who in their bright mind will believe this—

‘Ugh, to think that Lobo and Oglasa will guide you here.’ At least unknown lady lowered frying pan and now was tousling her wild blond hair, visibly troubled. ‘I guess you’re good to be here then. Why an old man like you will wander Wastes in the first place?’

Salieri had no idea if girl was interested in his answer at all, considering she already turned away from him and was heading out of main hall to an adjoined room which was probably a kitchen. She, however, was moving relatively slowly as if waiting for him to follow, and after straightening his cracking back and picking up his cane, Salieri got up from sofa and followed her. As he followed and passed Oglasa, temperamental flame cracked as if laughing and spit out some sparks. All Salieri could do is to give a clearly having fun flame a side eye and continue on his way, after all young lady seemed to be a rather impatient person.

‘There was never a place for me in a city. Not before, not now, since I accomplished what I wanted in my life. Maybe you can call it a small adventure.’

She clearly didn’t buy it. Not at all, if her intense stare of any indication. But it’s also not like he can openly tell her that he was cursed and really badly - tell someone and they’ll die, and then he’ll die too, eventually. There’s no point to end a life so young over some unnecessary truth.

‘… I see. Well then, we shall wait until imbécile returns and then decide if you’ll stay here with us.’ Just like that intensity in her eyes disappeared and lurking annoyance took its place. She continued her way, frying pan still clutched in her right hand as if a weapon of war, ready to be used either for cooking or for combat. ‘For now I want to eat. Old man, can you cook?’

‘I lived alone, so I can do basic dishes. Nothing fancy.’

‘Fancy or not, food is still a food, so if you cook decently enough you’re good to go.’ She’s strangely pleased with knowledge of him having at least some basic cooking skills, which is weird but he’s not going to question nature of it. ‘Then I’ll leave you to it and Oglasa, because this little fiend rarely listens to me and I don’t want more burns on my hands. All stuff for cooking is here, Oglasa is in main hall, you get it. I’ll go and prepare table. And maybe welcome this imbécile so he won’t fall asleep on a doorstep like last time.’

Salieri has no idea who’s this mysterious ‘imbécile’ little lady continues to mention - but from the sound of it he may be the owner of this manor. Which means Salieri will also need to somehow explain his presence here to said person. Wonderful, especially when Salieri himself is not good at lying.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Gotham but is OUAT.

Or a weird magical curse "normalizes" Gotham and makes everyone unhappy in the process. It is a ploy from the goverment into turning the city into a conservative wet drean example of how they can fix crime without having to deal with any of the systemic issues behind it (like they already try to do, except is literally impossible).

Dick Grayson lives in Bludhaben and isn't affected. Until he goes visit his family and realizes his city is all brainwashed (and honestly is a bit weird that there is no queer people, all POC act like "ideal minorities" and let people be assholes to them and everything is somehow more ableist? All the money Bruce spend in funding inclusivity programs and trying to create a less bigoted generation via education and actual suppor for minorities was waste aparently, the Arkham reform too, they had made soo much progress, they had actually reformed some villans, all for this shit? Also why everything looks like a 50's add? He knows Gotham loves it's atemporal aesthetic but cammon it isn't it. ). Well now Dick is the story's Henry and has to convince his family something is wrong and look for what exactaly happened and how to solve it.

Just like OUAT every chapther focus in Dick's (and later his team of people who accepted to help him in his quest) actions and discoveries but also in a flashback about what each characther was doing when the got catched by the curse and how their life was before. And some episodes with the question of is it worth to sacrificie free will if people like Joker will stop being a problem?

[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || FAMILY

| featuring : gojo satoru ft. itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi and kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1293

| published : 07 december

| request : Yay my first request here :) Can I please have a Gojo x fem! Reader where they have a 2 year old baby (you can pick the gender) and maybe for the first time he brings them to work to meet his students and all. Maybe the baby acts a lot like him as well? You can pick a scenario or Headcannons thank you so much! ❤️

| barista’s notes : hi there! thank you so much for your first request, i hope i met up to the standard for your first order ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ i can’t lie, i kinda didn’t read the order correctly as i thought it said that ‘you brought him to work’ rather than gojo himself ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ that’s a little oops on my part and this was just posted in time before gojo satoru’s birthday ended (in the uk), i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

Patiently, at this current moment in time, you were quietly resting your body on Gojo’s expensive chair with your little human, who had seated himself on your lap, playing with the few strands of your hair to occupy himself with the pending silence that was going on between you and him, waiting for his father to safely return from his mission with his current first years.

Ever since your blossoming relationship with the white-haired shaman, there was never a day where you weren’t expecting something chaotic to happen wherever it be him surprising you by him popping out of nowhere to him telling you weird and compelling stories that he had from his missions that he went alone or his first years - it had been like that since the both of you met during your first year at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, the most chaotic being when he caused a whole mansion to blow up from his use of his curse technique while forgetting to put a curtain up leaving you, Gojo, Ieiri and Geto to get a stern scolding from their teacher at the time Yaga.

Feeling a little hand slap itself on your open palm like a high-five, you peered down to see your baby staring up at you with his most beautiful glossy crystal-blue eyes that he had inherited from his father. To be completely honest, you wondered what this little boy had even inherited from you, he was a tiny exact copy of your husband with his bright white locks that was surprisingly smooth to the touch.

“I carried you for 9 months, only for you to come out looking like your papa ha?” you teasingly asked the child as if he could even answer back, as his only response was a cheeky smile before he called out to you with his hands up in the air.

“Mama!” the joyful boy cheered, causing you to lower your head letting the boy cutely cup your cheeks with his small hands before he gave you a messy kiss on your nose.

‘Yeah, an exact copy of your papa, personality-wise as well’

However, before you could even voice out this little thought of yours, there was a sound a wooden door being slide open causing you to turn to look towards the direction of the sound, only to find awaited first years as well as your tall husband in the doorway to which then you were greeted with two extremely confused faces, one surprised face and one exceedingly happy face.

“Is that my wife and baby boy waiting for me?” Gojo gleefully said before walking towards you and your son with ‘give me, give me’ hands causing your little boy to cheer as he also reached his smaller hands out to his father.

“WIFE?! BABY BOY?!”

Looking towards Gojo’s student, you saw the two students that screamed, who you assumed were Itadori Yuji and Kugisaki Nobara, point towards you with Fushiguro standing beside them, giving an irritated expression due to their loudness. “Megumi, there is no need to give them such a look, there is no surprise that they don’t know me and the little baby here, have you eaten yet?” you softly stated before he walked up to you telling you that Gojo took everyone out to eat as he then asked how you were.

“Hold up Gojo-sensei, since when did you have a family?!” Itadori loudly questioned leading to your little boy - who was now lifted up in Gojo’s arms - to look towards the student and smiled before lifting up his tiny finger. “Salmon,” the baby suddenly uttered, causing you to cover your mouth in shock as well as to try to hold in your laughter.

‘Yeah, definitely a copy personality-wise’

“Now, now, where did you learn that teasing from? Your mother?” Gojo asked in an ‘innocent’ tone, causing you to turn to look at him with a slightly annoyed expression as you snapped back with, “I think it’s the other way round here idiot, I raised Megumi and look how perfectly he turned out”. However, it seemed like your baby boy wasn’t concerned with the little incident as he just adorably giggled at Itadori’s confused expression before quickly turning back to you with his arms outstretched towards you again - as you said, personality-wise he was like your husband, he was quite clingy towards you like Gojo is.

“Wait, she raised you Fushiguro?” Nobara asked as she turned to him leading to the quiet shaman to nod before proceeding to lean against the wooden wall. “Y/N-san was somewhat like a mother to me when I was younger,” Fushiguro explained as he then turned to look at you, only to find you concentrating on the little human that was now back in your arms.

From his perspective, you looked extremely happy, just like how you did 2 years ago when he saw you holding the baby when it was a newborn in the hospital. You had that motherly look in your eyes when you looked down at your son - the same motherly look you had for both him and his sister when you both first met. Looking back up to his teacher, he noticed the calm and content expression painted on his face - the same one that he saw when Gojo first saw his child on your arms. Even within this world full of evil and destruction, you and Gojo still had that hint of happiness that both of you shared that he also felt ever since he came into your lives. This was what a family was like.

“Can I see the baby Y/N-san?” Nobara kindly asked as she crouched down to be in height level with the child to which you answered with a gentle smile at her as well as a nod before placing the child on your lap, facing him towards the student. “Woah, he looks exactly like Gojo-sensei,” Nobara quietly muttered as the student admired his features, leading to your husband to butt in and exclaim while pointing at himself, “isn’t he cute? He is my twin after all,” leading you to giggle slightly at his childish behaviour.

Looking around the room, people on the outside would think this was just a room filled with people with no deep relations at all. However, when you looked around the room, you saw a huge family that was wild and chaotic. Yes, even though you only knew Itadori and Kugisaki for at least 10 minutes, you knew that they came all the way here at Jujutsu Tech with no family by their side just like Fushiguro had. Maybe it was just you being a motherly figure? When did it start? Was it when Gojo introduced you to Fushiguro Megumi and Fushiguro Tsumiki? Or was it when your son was born from the love that you and Gojo created? To be honest, you don’t think you’ll ever know. But that didn’t matter at all, because your family was right here in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt a light kiss being placed upon your nose causing you to snap out of your thoughts, only to then come to the realisation that Gojo was in front of your view. Although, this also didn’t go unnoticed by your cheeky son, as he unexpectedly grabbed a small strand of your hair before gently tugging you down to give you a kiss on the same place leading you to laugh at both of your boys.

“Thank you for giving me a family honey~” Gojo gently muttered as he stroked your son’s cheek with his finger, causing you to brightly smile at him as you looked back at your beautiful son.

“Thank you for making me a part of your family”

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 16.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 16/ 20 action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

previous part 15! | masterlink parts! | next part 17!

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the day was the usual for park areum. she was on her way to annoying lee haechan who honestly at this point is her best friend somehow; the two ended up being enemies to best friends literally in the span of few months. areum opens the door so casually as if she was living with hyuck in his bedroom.

jeno however was taking a glimpse at areum going to the soldiers hallway, the moment areum enters haechan’s room he walks ahead to the door.

swinging it open he saw hyuck’s stiff body standing across the room with a ball in his hand and the young woman laying across his bed with a chip on her lips, jeno shares a glance to both of them.

“areum get out,” he automatically demands, something within him was so possessive about areum being so comfortable in someone else’s room. haechan swore he saw jeno’s dirty glare thrown daggers at him.

areum gets up slowly as he munches on the chip, jeno closing the door and turning to the girl. “why are you in there?”

areum stares in absolute confusion, deadpans to jeno. “maybe because he’s my friend, oh i dunno jeno!” areum sarcastically said. he clears his throat, “don’t go there again,” he tells, leaving areum to continue his schedule again.

areum’s jaw drops as she turns to jeno leaving, she was about to protest but he left before she could. “yah, Lee Jeno you don’t control me!” areum shouts, haechan peeks his head out watching the scene.

“areum are you still alive..?” he speaks in echoes, areum turning to haechan with a glare. “why wouldn’t i be?” the girl clicks her tongue in annoyance, she trails speaking in small complaints about jeno once again. “he told me to never enter your room again, can you believe that?” areum said. haechan stands beside areum with two inches difference between their height. he hums a little.

“actually yes i can considering i was there seeing the way he looks at you,” hyuck responds. “oh well, not like I’m complaining now— I can finally have my own bed to myself.” he shouts in victory, throwing himself on his bed. areum sighs out, walking away. “yeah whatever hyuck,”

areum officially has nothing to do in the mansion and it pains her; she walks past the kitchen only to be met with a young servant who lightly holds onto areum’s body.

“hello can you do me favour?” the young girl asks forward, areum wasn’t the type to reject and nods, she’d show forward a tray with tea . “mr jeno asked for tea but i am unable to go and serve him it.”

areum looks down taking the tray, “oh how come?” she asks as the scent of the jasmine tea overpopulates her senses. the servant goes red colour, “i can’t face him properly, he’s too handsome and intimidating.”

a sudden urge to say something in defence about the comment was laying right above areum’s tongue, what was this weird feeling? Jeno very much so was handsome, so why was areum wanting to say no? or don’t look at him?

areum clenched the tray together with a fake smile shown to the girl. “i’ll take it up then.” and with that she left the girl midway her speaking.

‘I can’t serve him tea he’s far too handsome, my ass, why are you telling me this!’ areum shouts in her own head over such small comment until the door in front of her would swing by.

jeno looking up to see areum to his surprise he smirks in the process as he was writing down some files. areum puts the tray on the side as jeno was leaning down on the chair in a comfortable position of his hips being adjusted down with the veiny hands resting to the side of the chair, his collarbones exposed as his mischievous eyes looking up to areum’s annoyed expression.

areum’s eyes were unable to be taken off jeno, the way his legs rest so neatly in the chair, his pretty hands in view under the tiny bit of sunlight through the blinds coming through, his soft skin and visible collarbones. areum was entirely checking him out form head to toe.

Jeno took notice to the obvious staring, he swings on the chair back now facing areum from where he was sitting, he wonders what is on areum’s mind?

“what’s wrong, areum?” jeno calls out bringing areum’s eyes to look up at him, she stiffens up now looking away, “nothing.” she claims but the facial expression she is putting out there clearly tells jeno otherwise.

“i think something is wrong,” jeno tells again, pushing areum to tell him what it is. no point kicking round the bush. areum sighs “nothing is bothering me.” she would say.

jeno finally gives up but instead, wraps the dominating right hand around areum’s waistline pulling the body closer to him as he rests his hand on there, he hears the girl slightly hitch but not fight back, areum was quite comfortable to his touches yet it still made her feel so overstimulated with the way it felt on her— it was addicting. she would want more afterwards.

the man wasn’t believing areum’s words, he speaks amused almost. “hmm is that so, areum-ah?“

he hears no response from the beautiful woman in front of him, areum staying quiet as her arms would be crossed on her chest, he sees her lips go into a pout. “so stubborn,” jeno trails teasingly, rubbing up and down the waistline to her hips by traces of his fingertips. areum was left feeling on edge by the small gestures he was doing, and he knew what he was doing to her and how it made her feel from the way areum’s skin prickles.

“did you come and see me personally yourself?” jeno would ask as he remembers that he never told areum to do this job request. her ears pick up on the soft teasing from him.

“no,” areum was quick to answer. “i helped one your servants to give you your tea because they find you too attractive to do it themselves.” areum frankly said with a hidden jealous element in her words, jeno now figures the entire thing out and hearing this he smirks fully. “i was hoping you would come and see me personally,” jeno tells the girl, her pout immediately loosening.

“why is that?” areum softly trails not sure why jeno would hope to see her, it doesn’t make sense for them to be around; but whenever they are it feels so peaceful and correct.

Jeno with a short soft smile engulfing areum’s sight, before he spoke. “i wanted to see you”

a heart skipped, areum feeling the ears perk up hearing those vulnerable soft words from someone who never looks to be the type to say these. a mafia leader telling areum he wanted to se her? she couldn’t believe it at first, but the way jeno was having his hands around her as he said sweet nothings was just enough proof that it was real.

“I’ve been so busy lately that i couldn’t check on you,” he whispers as his head falls down to areum’s right hand, he lifts it up with his other one— checking on it attentively. seemingly the hand healing.

jeno softly smooches the top of her hand, “your hand is healing,” it was almost like a statement to make himself feel relieved. the way his lips latch on her hand lovingly creates a newly fresh of sensation to areum, he was being soft with her…

nothing angry and nothing lustful, just pure vulnerability and emotional ability to check on her. the soft actions that did not go unnoticed, it wasn’t anything intense, but it was there at the correct limit of communication and intimacy. a perfect balance.

the eyes meeting, holding the peaceful eye contact together, jeno could read the way areum observed each area of his handsome face; areum could notice what he was feeling from the way his mouth quivers in perfect line.

“say something, areum.” jeno told in a plead, almost desperate to listen to areum’s voice. this sight of jeno was so rare, she couldn’t believe she is seeing it. he heard a gentle hum, “like what?” areum replies back in a soft mutter.

“anything,” jeno would say, “i want to hear your voice.”

he was waiting for the girl to speak out, to hear her talk was something he was wanting to listen to all these weeks; however he never had the time to be around her. jeno waiting patiently, his hand running down the waistline up and down still. he sees areum shift around.

“is work hard since your schedule is packed these days?” areum would ask looking around the paperwork. jeno would give a genuine response. everything the two were doing were real with emotion, not just a simple one way hear of the moment thing. “a little, nothing I can’t handle however.” jeno shares. the arm on her waist would slowly pull areum in between his legs as she was engulfed with two of his arms around her waistline holding it. jeno’s deep voice mutters ‘please continue talking,’

“do you ever get stressed..?” areum would say as her hands crawl up on jeno’s soft hair running fingers through the silky locks in between them, feeling how his hair felt. jeno responds in a relaxed groan at her action, suggesting he was liking it. “yeah, i do.” jeno quietly responds with eyes closed temporarily as he felt areum’s small hands roam his hair.

the way jeno’s perfume only got stronger the more areum was pulled around him, she gently lets go off the hair and jeno hums in liking manner. his eyes slowly opening again, “have i ever told you that you’re beautiful?” jeno softly murmurs. areum’s eyes look at him in disbelief, her lips trembling.

“yah, what happened to lee jeno that i know?” areum would softly chuckle, jeno leans forward engulfing areum into a hug, his face resting on her stomach slightly. “that’s not the real me, areum.” jeno trails into the hug. she gently accepts the hug, although it took a while to process this.

he was clingy and both soft with areum in this moment. areum couldn’t help but think a little about his words.

the moment brought jeno and areum back into reality when the door was open with a light trailing behind the figure.

jeno’s eyes warily glance up as areum’s face lit up gently.

“jaemin!”

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😭 jaemin coming back right on their soft moment ahhhh. not at jeno being stressed at work and therefore needing areum to take his mind off of thingssss

@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work! REBLOG, SHARE, COMMENT AND LIKE TO SHOW YOUR SUPPORT.

[whereisten]

Devotion/Obsession

A Jaehyun fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: Jaehyun is new to town and wants you to show him around. But the truth is, he has known you for a while..

Pairing: Lucifer!Jaehyun x female reader

Other Characters: Husband!Kun

Genre: angst, smut, horror

Warnings: cursing, alcohol use, cheating, stalking, obsession, possessiveness, smut: breeding kink, unprotected sex, nipple sucking, size kink, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, c*eampie, pregnancy, character death.

Word Count: 8.9K

(A/N: okay ummm...this is influenced by stories told in the Bible, I hope I do not offend you with my interpretation, Jaehyun in this is a huge stalker!! This isn’t love, he’s obsessed and it’s unhealthy. But I hope you guys enjoy❤️ THANK YOUUU ARI FOR PROOFREADING THIS FOR ME I LOVE YOUUUU❤️❤️❤️❤️😭)

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Long ago, there were two beings on Earth, Adam and Eve. They were created by God and tainted by Lucifer, the serpent. The serpent found himself in love with God’s creation, Eve, for she bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lilith, whom God cursed and sent away. 

God’s most beautiful angel, Lucifer, fell in love with Lilith even though he was forbidden by God to do so. He tried to fight for her in a war against the angels of Heaven, but was struck down to Hell where he could rule the dark. He saw Lilith become a demon. Her beauty had gone away as God made her ugly and it hurt Lucifer to even look at her anymore.

And so, Lucifer turned to Eve and loved her instead, polluting her mind, body, and soul and thus, causing her to be cursed by God as well. She was hidden by God from Lucifer. He grew angry and decided to continue to defy God by living on Earth and causing havoc on both small and large scales.

He went by the name of Jaehyun now, a strikingly handsome bachelor with a mansion on the outskirts of a popular city. He stayed on Earth at the exact point above hell where his throne rested so he could cause evil to run through the city unstopped.

He never forgot about Eve. After all these years, his soul still yearned for her. He cursed at God for hiding her from him and for taking not one, but two of his dearest loves away.

He would walk through the city and see all the couples enjoying each other’s company. They’d laugh and smile and he’d wish nothing but pain for them. If he couldn’t be happy, why should they?

Then one day..he saw her..he saw Eve.

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You were packing away fruits, placing the oranges in an organized pattern so they wouldn’t fall to the floor of the supermarket. He saw you, delicately picking up the spoiled fruits and placing them into the bin to throw away later. You had a small smile on your face that made you look sweet and your fingers were soft, gentle. You looked at each fruit with adoration in your eyes, like you treasured the round balls of nectar as if they were made of gold.

He walked closer to you, still staring intently.

He wondered how you could exist, how you were here with her face, her body, her hair..you were her. It didn’t take long for him to notice the sparkling ring on your wedding finger. But he didn’t care about that, now that he had you, he would never let you go.

Even if you didn’t sound like Eve or looked at him the way she did when she was in love with him, he had to have you.

“Hello, can I help you, sir?” You turned to the man you noticed had been hanging around you for a bit too long.

Your voice was heavenly, it was the best thing he’d ever heard.

You were looking at him, awaiting his answer when you placed an apple onto the shelf. You didn’t see that placing it in that exact spot would cause for another to fall. But Jaehyun already knew.

He quickly knelt down beside you and caught the green apple as it fell.

You looked down at him and gasped. How could he move so quickly.

He stood up straight, still locking eyes with you. A smile creeps across his face.

“Here.” He hands you the apple as you look down at it still in shock.

“Oh..thank you.” You chuckled and took it from him, then started to walk away after feeling..odd.

He walked towards you. “Umm..excuse me, miss? I’m new here, and I just want to know..where can I find the best coffee?”

He looked down at your name tag.

“Y/n..” he says quietly.

His voice is smooth and nice, just as nice as his perfect face, you thought it ought to have been carved by God himself. His jawline was perfect and his eyes were magnetic, you couldn’t look away.

However, you should’ve. You were married after all.

“Oh..hmm about five blocks south, you’ll find Johnny’s Café, it’s quite nice actually.”

Jaehyun wanted to ask you to join him, just so he could talk to you, just so he could get close to you and have you firmly in his grasp, never to let you disappear again. But he didn’t, he decided to wait, if he scared you away, that would only make it worse for not only him, but for you as well. The last thing he wanted was to hold you against your will just because you resembled her.

“Thank you, y/n, I’ll see you next time.” He walked close to you and nodded slowly. As if hypnotized, you never let his eyes go while you nodded.

He walked by you, leaving you breathless and almost star struck, but who was he? Why did he have this interesting glow about him that made him stand out from everyone else?

Later that day, Jaehyun followed you home. His black Lamborghini wasn’t discreet to say the least, so he had to trail behind a few hundred feet. He could see you jamming out to music in your car as you left work. 

You were adorable and happy, he loved seeing you like this.

He parked far away from your house, he walked over in a long black trench coat and watched as you went inside. You were greeted by a man that looked like...Adam..

His eyes grew into glowing red orbs, he tried hard to hold back his horns and nails.

“This is God’s idea of a joke, isn’t it?” He spoke to himself. Not only were you the exact replica of Eve, your husband was an exact replica of Adam.

You hugged your husband, Kun, hard and smiled widely, happy to see him after a long day at work.

The door clicks shut and Jaehyun stands there with steam escaping his hot ears. He had to figure out how to get rid of Kun.

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[The Next Day]

You’re lugging around a large box of lettuce through the aisles when you see him..again.

“Hello, y/n, do you need help?” 

You stare at him. “W-what are you doing here?”

He was handsome, you had to admit, your heart couldn’t stop beating like crazy when he showed up. He was stylish in his turtleneck and jean jacket. He smelled refreshing like amber and honey.

“What? A man can’t shop for groceries?” His dimples peeked through as he smiled and tilted his head.

“Oh-no it’s just, two days in a row?”

You furrowed your brows when you sensed something wasn’t right.

Jaehyun could tell that your heart rate was rising because of his presence, you looked around like you were nervous.

“I know, it’s weird, right? But the truth is..I just wanted to see you again..” he said huskily. You felt your chest weaken.

You put the box down and turned to him. “Oh so you’re one of those creeps? Well, I’m flattered but..I’m also married.”

“That’s alright..” he gave a small smile, his dimples showing through again. You turned away. 

“So...what are you looking for today?”

“A friend.”

“A friend?” You chuckled.

He swayed from side to side and looked up to the ceiling. “Okay, I’ll get to the point..there’s a..korean barbecue place that I wanted to try..are you free after work?”

He was so strange but had an aura about him that you couldn’t ignore. His features were sharply defined and his eyes never let you go. You should’ve been creeped out but you weren’t, for he was warm and intriguing. Lately, you felt like Kun was so busy with work. You’d get home and wait hours for him, your friends were busy as well as they were either taking college classes or travel king constantly.

Sometimes, you felt you were alone, so why not start something new.

You hummed before answering. 

Jaehyun watched your cute expression, the way you looked to the floor and stuck your hands in your apron.

“I guess..I am free after work.” You nodded.

Jaehyun nearly jumped up and down right inside the store. He grinned from ear to ear.

“Just don’t pull any moves, I’m married okay?”

You teased and felt your face become warm.

“I promise I won’t.”

The two of you went to dinner at the Korean barbecue place Jaehyun wanted to try. He was enraptured by you, caught up in your presence. He was so in love and you had no idea.

You told him about places to visit in the city and he told you about where he had come from. He made up a city and a backstory to relate to you, telling you that he had investments that started from his grandparents and that’s how he made money.. He’d do anything just to keep speaking with you, even if it meant lying.

He fought hard to hold back his naturally glowing red eyes and goat-like horns. He had to remain normal so you could become his soon enough.

And when you left him and went home, he stayed outside of your house once again, using his elevated hearing skills to listen to you speak with your husband.

Kun was talking to you about some new project he had in a city about two hours away. You stayed silent, disappointed that he would be gone yet again for a business trip. Kun was the senior architect and had to present, he couldn’t skip out on these trips as much as he wanted to.

“Listen, baby I’m sorry but you know how it is.”

Kun stepped into the bathroom as you brushed your teeth. He took his shirt off as he was about to shower.

You spit water out into the sink and look at your reflection, you were trying hard to hold back your anger. Kun stood behind you and watched you through the mirror with a concerned expression on his face.

“If I knew you were going to be gone all the time, I wouldn’t have married you..”

Kun scoffed. “Don’t say that, you know you don’t mean that, y/n.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and smirked through the mirror.

His hand went to your breast and cupped it.

“I mean it, Kun, how is this supposed to work when we have a family? I want us to both be present for our kids.” 

Kun kissed along your neck, he knew you were ticklish. 

You started to giggle. “Kun..stop, you’re distracting me.”

“Ahh baby, did you just say “our kids?” Are you trying to tell me something?” He squeezed your breasts gently

You turned to him and kissed his lips. His other hand reached under your frilly nightgown, bunching it up at the waist, and to his satisfaction you wore nothing else under it. 

“Should we start right now? Should we have a family?” He brushes his clothed erection into your back as he presses his fingers over you already dripping folds. His deep voice always got you like this.

You gasped and looked at him through the mirror. Soon you were gripping the edge of the counter and crying out his name as he fucked you from behind. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you could look at him through the mirror as you came all over his girthy cock.

Jaehyun heard it all, he imagined it was him bringing you to sweet paradise like he did long ago. He listened to your moans and imagined it was his name you called as your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

It pained him to have to pleasure himself as he imagined all that he would do to you. He was Lucifer, after all. He could have anyone in the dark world pleasure him without even asking twice, but he didn’t want just anyone. He wanted you, and soon he would have you right in his grasp.

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[1 Month Later]

Jaehyun was a regular customer at the supermarket you worked at, he’d come in at least once a day. You found it odd that he always knew when your breaks were, so he’d bring you coffee or a snack.

If he didn’t visit during his break, he’d wait for you outside so you’d go to a new place for dinner together after you clocked out.

You spoke about everything. He seemed so smart as he knew about every detail in history and taught you about the world and why things were the way they were.

You watched him intently, your eyes grew when he told you something so interesting, your heart started to race. Like the presence of aliens or ghosts and witches. They all existed and Jaehyun told you all of the evidence as you sat there, stunned.

And then, it was his turn to ask questions.

He finally asked about your husband, even though he knew everything about him.

He knew that he had a short temper sometimes but your fights would either lead to make up sex or him sleeping on the couch. He had watched you every night since finding you. He didn’t sleep, for even the thought of closing his eyes and losing sight of you made him sick to his stomach.

“My husband, Kun, is an architect. He works really hard, but he loves me and I love him. He’s really sweet, I never stop thinking about him. We got married about a year ago, and I couldn’t be happier.” You smiled as you looked down at your hot pot as thought of Kun.

“Ahh..that’s nice..he seems like a supportive partner, during your first year of marriage, have you fought a lot?” Jaehyun tilted his head while smirking.

“Nope! We don’t fight at all, we’re pretty chill, you know?”

You were lying to him and he didn’t like that, but he swallowed hard and smiled nonetheless.

“I see..” he nodded.

He realized that he’d have to work harder to get you to stop thinking about Kun. He’d have to sabotage your current relationship if he ever dreamed of being with you soon.

Killing him would be too easy, he’d have to make Kun so bad, that you’d run to him for relief.

———

[A Week Later]

You kissed Kun goodbye and wished him well for his trip. He quickly kissed you back and walked through the front door without a hug.

“Honey?” You called out to him. “Where’s my hug?” You pouted.

He threw his hand up and continued to walk towards his car. “Sorry, baby, gotta go!”

He had been acting strange these past few days, but you knew he was stressed so you brushed it off. You had had sex the night before but he wasn’t as gentle as he usually was, you could tell something had upset him as he choked you for the first time. You didn’t mind it, you were just surprised by how...different he was.

Little did you know that it was Jaehyun that was making his daily work more difficult. Kun’s important documents and files would go missing right before a presentation, his coworkers weren’t showing up for work, and his boss was always upset with him for some reason. He was starting to dislike his job and he wasn’t sure why, for this was his passion, but lately, everything seemed to be going poorly.

Kun was having difficulty sleeping as well. He’d have disturbing dreams of a place with fire and monsters with sharp teeth. He’d sweat and pant, and eventually be jolted awake in his bed, every night at 3:23 A.M. he’d go downstairs and watch something on TV or write down a few project ideas.

The lack of sleep definitely contributed to his poor mood, but he didn’t tell you for some reason.

Jaehyun watched Kun speed off. He smiled to himself, knowing that his plan was working, he was getting frustrated at work and began taking his anger out on you. 

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[Four Days Later]

You continued to spend time with Jaehyun. You lost track of time as you watched him speak. His dimples were adorable, his voice was intoxicating and you loved staring into his deep brown eyes.

He watches you play with your wedding ring as you nod and smile at him. His smile was like a blooming garden, his laugh was like heavenly trumpets. The two of you were flirting now, and he could tell from your heartbeat that you weren’t really listening to him, instead, you were fantasizing about him. The glances turned into stares.

You watched his lips and licked your own, your face was hot, but you furrowed your brows and looked down at your ring.

What were you doing? Were you getting emotionally attached to him? You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t hurt Kun.

You got up from your seat. “Well, it’s late.. I should go.”

“Noo.. don’t leave yet.” Jaehyun stood up and touched your hand. The disappointed look in his eyes ate away at your heart. You were developing a nice friendship, but a part of you was afraid that it was becoming something more, something that couldn’t be.

“You look stressed. Do you want a drink?..we can visit that new bar in town.” Jaehyun bites his bottom lip.

A drink did sound nice, it had been a while since you and Kun went out to a bar together and sometimes you did miss the atmosphere, you were young after all, everyone else in their early twenties went out.

Jaehyun smiled to himself as he saw you contemplate your options. He knew you were worried about Kun, but he also knew you needed to have some fun.

So you agreed.

The two of you went out to a bar and drank. You laughed and joked around all night. Jaehyun pretended to be affected by the alcohol, just so he could make you laugh and see your beautiful smile.

He dropped you off home at about 1 A.M after you sobered up a bit.

You turned to him and licked your lips. “You know, Jaehyun, if I weren’t married to Kun..I would date you for sure.” You giggled and leaned in close. And all Jaehyun could think was “yes.” He wanted to feel your plump lips so badly, he wanted to caress them and make love to you to relive the best days of his life, but now was not the time.

He backed away and held your hand while searching your eyes. “Y/n...you should go inside now..”

You sighed, nodding as you opened the door to quickly leave before you could embarrass yourself any more.

You go into your house and to your surprise, Kun is there, his face red and stern as he sat on the loveseat in the living room. The room was dark, lit only by a small night light in the corner and the moonlight from outside. 

Kun was nearly fired by his boss during his trip. He was upset and frustrated, but what made matters worse was when he went home at 10 PM to see that you weren’t there. Then time went on and you still didn’t come home.

You smirked and put your bag down.

“Babyyyyy.. I missed you.” You start to crawl over his lap slowly.

He can tell from the drawn out tones in your voice that you’re drunk. He winces and turns away.

“Where were you, y/n?”

“Out with a friend..we had some drinks and talked.” You straddle him, placing his crotch in between your legs as you kneel over him. You then lean down and kiss his collarbone.

“Why are you home so late? Is it because you didn’t think I’d be home early?” Kun growled out. He wasn’t amused in the slightest by the way you were acting.

“No, baby, I just wanted to hang out with someone for a little bit, you know? I’m so lonely when you’re not here.”

You try to kiss his lips but he flicks his head to the side.

“Who’s this “friend?”

You gulp and straighten your body. You pout as you look down at him. “Baby, kiss me..don’t you miss me too?” You take the straps of your dress down before unhooking your bra and throwing it to the floor.

Jaehyun watched through an open window behind the loveseat as you kneel over an angry Kun. His eyes glow red and his horns grow out of his head as does the straining member in his pants. You in your drunken haze never noticed the pair of crimson eyes outside.

Kun doesn’t touch you or look at your breasts with nipples begging to be sucked. He wanted to take them into his mouth badly, but he was more focused on another issue at hand.

He wrapped his hand around your throat. “Tell me..their name.”

You smirked. “His name is Jaehyun..but we’re just friends, baby, I promise.”

Kun thrusts himself into you from below, grinding hard against your covered opening. You whimper and move your hips to rub your slit against him.

“Well..stop being friends with him, no guy just wants to be friends with a girl..he wants to fuck you..”

You grind down onto him harder, he squeezes his hand and grips your thigh.

“He doesn’t, he’s really nice and helps me at work sometimes.”

Kun digs his nail into your thigh causing you to cry out in pain. He digs into it so deep, he sees blood from your leg run onto his thumb.

But you reach under your dress and pull his boxers down. You still wanted him in your aching core badly, the pain only added to your yearning.

“Y/n.” He says sternly as he watches you align yourself with his hard cock. You sink down onto him slowly and let out a loud moan as it passes through the sensitive skin and rests deep in your core. You adjust to him quickly as you had already been built up by dry humping him before.

He squeezes your throat again.

“Y/n..” 

You move up and down. “Yes..” you call out before licking your lips.

He grabs your waist with both hands and lifts you off of him.

“Kun!” You cry his name after being left empty.

“You’re not gonna get out of this so easily. If you want my cock, tell me you’re done with him.”

“But, baby..”

Kun shakes his head. “Don’t. I’m your husband and you should really take into consideration how I might feel when you spend time with men, when you fucking drink alcohol with men like..like some kinda slut.”

You gasped. “Slut?” 

Kun nods. “Look at you, you’re just thirsty for any male attention. I work my ass off for a few days and you’re already looking for a replacement.”

“Kun, that’s not true.” You felt your chest rumble, as if you were about to burst into tears.

He flips you over onto the couch. “I’m your husband, aren’t I?”

You nod.

“Then do as I say, don’t go out with Jaehyun again.”

Before you can protest his thrusts into you hard and begins to choke you again.

He goes hard and fast as you mewl. 

“Baby, slower, please.”

He bites your nipple and looks down at you to see your body tremble with each rough thrust he gives you, your lips parting to let out the most heavenly moans, your round breasts moving up and down, your legs bent and spread across the loveseat.

“You’re all mine, right?”

“Yes..fuck, yes.” His thumb on your clit makes you dizzy.

“Then I’m gonna breed you, would you like that? Gonna fuck you so hard and get you pregnant.” Kun grunts into your ear.

Jaehyun grimaces outside of your window. Kun, or Adam rather, hadn’t changed at all. He still believed in a woman’s subordination to her husband. He believed from the beginning of time that a woman should lay under her husband, not above.

And now, he was trying to make you his by breeding you, making it impossible for you to break the link between the two of you. But Jaehyun had to make sure that didn’t happen, he had to stop him before he could do this to you.

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[Three Days Later]

It’s been three days since that night and you hadn’t shown up to work. Kun made love to you day and night on your time off, he felt threatened by the presence of another male in your life and felt it necessary to remind you why you married him in the first place.

He cooked breakfast for you and bought you nice things. You even went to the movies and ice skating. You enjoyed the time off and Kun’s company, it finally felt like things were getting back to normal. You were happy.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, was furious. He knew where you were, but he couldn’t believe that you had forgotten about him so easily. He didn’t want to get violent, but maybe he would have to.

A few days later, you finally return to work and as usual, Jaehyun was there to bring you a cookie.

“Hey! Where have you been?” He asked as you put bread up on the shelves.

“Oh..I took some time off, Kun came home early so we had a little vacation..thank you for the other night though, I really had a great time.” You finally looked up at him and noticed the slightly crazed look in his eyes. His lips were tightly shut.

“That’s great. Would you like to go out again tonight?” He asks sweetly.

You sigh and shake your head. “Umm...Jaehyun..I can’t..do this..”

His smile starts to fade.

“I-I can’t pretend that we are just friends when I’ve had thoughts about you that I shouldn’t have. I’m married and it’s..really not right for me to get emotionally involved with someone.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “That’s nonsense! We are just friends.”

“But we’re not. Look..it’s best if we end this now, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t come to my work place anymore.”

Jaehyun screams internally. You were really doing as Kun said by cutting him off. Was he that disposable?

A smile still rests on his face. 

“As you wish..” he nods and leaves after handing you the cookie he brought.

You swallow hard and sigh. That was harder than you thought it would be, but it felt right. It felt like you could finally focus on your marriage with Kun.

Your day at work ended as it usually did. You closed up and walked to your car, but as you got closer you noticed a figure standing beside it.

It had two red eyes and horns peeking out of its skull.

You slowed down. “Hello?” You called out into the empty parking lot.

The figure stepped out of the shadows and under a street light, that’s when you squinted to make out its familiar features. The red eyes and horns had disappeared.

“Jaehyun?”

He stood there creepily in a long black coat and black pants. His face was unreadable and he stayed silent.

You walked closer. “Jaehyun, what are you doing here?”

“You know..” Jaehyun scratches his head and laughs.

“I think we should grab something to eat.”

“Jaehyun..” you looked to the side and away from his somber face. You were just a few feet away from each other now.

“We’ll just be eating, we don’t even have to talk.” Jaehyun stepped forward and pleaded.

He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t lose you, not after all this time when he had finally gotten so close.

“I can’t, Kun is waiting for me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes.

Jaehyun felt his body tremble whenever you looked at him like that.

He suddenly leaned forward and kissed your lips hard. You fell into him for a brief moment, but then realized what was happening. You quickly bit his lip and pulled away.

“Jaehyun!” You rubbed your lip. “What the hell?!”

He licked the blood on his lips and frowned after your warmth disappeared.

“I’m sorry, I just-“ he reached out for you again but you backed away and opened your car in a rush.

“Leave me alone! I never want to see you again!”

Jaehyun only watched as you scurried into your car seat and locked the car doors.

He banged on the window hard, you jumped from the sound for you were terrified by him. You saw a dark flint in his eyes that you’d never seen.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you put the car in drive.

You sped out of the parking lot and away from him.

“I’ll never let you go, y/n, now that I have you..I’ll never let you go.” He whispered to himself.

————-

[1 Month Later]

The honeymoon feeling you felt with Kun soon dissipated as things went back to how they’d usually been. He spent his time at work and would come home upset, some nights he didn’t even speak to you. He looked sleep deprived and when you asked him about it, he’d have a fit and say he’s fine.

Some nights he wouldn’t look at you, you couldn’t remember the last time you had made love.

He was always short with you, but lately, you found it increasingly difficult to deal with his negative mood. Is this really who you wanted to be married to?

Jaehyun had been messing with him, he’d purposely make every day difficult for him. Kun couldn’t sleep most nights, but when he did, Jaehyun made sure to fill his mind with dark scenes to scare him. Sometimes he’d throw in false images of you making love to a faceless man. It gave Kun the feeling that he was walking in on you cheating on him. He would wake up from these nightmares but they felt so real, he couldn’t ignore how upset they made him.

Kun was paranoid, he felt like someone was out to get him and he didn’t know who it could be, but he didn’t trust even you as much as he did three months ago.

Then one night, you came home late because of a terrible thunderstorm and traffic. You were only about an hour late, but Kun was already home and steaming on the couch.

“Where were you?” He asked as soon as you entered the house.

You exhaled loudly. “Oh, so now you speak to me.”

“Yeah, I’m speaking to you, I’m asking a fucking question.”

You raised your brows. “And who are you to talk to me like that?”

“I’m your husband, or did you forget that when you fucked him tonight?” Kun bit back as he sat up in the chair.

Your face wrinkled as you placed your bag down.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jaehyun..do you think I’m some kind of idiot? I know you’re still seeing him.”

You scoffed. “Wowww Kun.”

You walk away to the kitchen to get some water.

“No, don’t “wowww” me, tell me I’m lying!” His voice started to raise, he walked into the kitchen after you.

“Kun..you sound ridiculous right now, I’m late because there’s a thunderstorm, or do you not hear it just like you don’t hear your phone ringing when I call you?” You asked sarcastically.

“If you’re gonna be late, you should tell me.”

You gulped down your water. “I don’t have to report anything to you! You’re not my king or whatever you think you are.”

“I’m your husband! And you should treat me like a king because look at this house, you wouldn’t be in it if it weren’t for me.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you really holding the house over my head? Wow Kun, you’ve really hit rock bottom, haven’t you?”

Kun chuckles. “Maybe Jaehyun lives somewhere nice, why don’t you go to him since I’m not your king.”

“Okay, here we go again, why are you so insecure, Kun?!” 

The two of you went back and forth that night. You broke down in tears as Kun said hurtful things that left you stunned. 

“I want a divorce!” You yelled and stormed out.

You jumped into your car and drove away, you didn’t know where you were going to go, but you knew you needed to be away from him.

You dialed up Jaehyun who had heard the entire conversation from outside of your house.

“Hello?” He said with the faked tone of confusion in his voice.

“Jaehyun..I need to see you.”

You drove to his house.

It was an incredibly large mansion, and when you went inside, the walls were lined with gold and red velvet curtains. It looked beautiful, unreal almost.

You wondered how Jaehyun could live in an expensive place at such a young age.

Jaehyun looked at your magnificent face as your mouth dropped open.

“Investments.” He smirked.

You laughed and looked back at him. His eyes were warm, his smile was bright.

He could tell you had been crying so once in the foyer he steps close to you and searches your wet eyes.

He runs his thumb along your cheek as you gaze up at him.

“What happened, love?”

You shook your head. “It’s Kun..we fought, I just..I don’t know, Jaehyun, I don’t think we can make it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, y/n..”

“I love him, I really do but..” you look to the side and sniffle.

“Is he controlling, y/n?”

Your eyes flicker up to him. You nod slowly.

“Is he the reason why you stopped hanging out with me?”

You nod again.

Jaehyun purses his lips. “Y/n..he’s threatened by you, he doesn’t want you to be independent now that you’re married. He wants to control you and that isn’t a partnership. That isn’t love.”

Your eyes brim with tears once again. “Jaehyun..I don’t want to think about him right now...I want to feel loved, can you do that for me?”

Jaehyun’s dark soul nearly escapes his body. “Of course.” 

You place both hands on his head and kiss him slowly and sensually. You both close your eyes as you fall into him more, his arms wrapping around you to bring you closer to him. He wants to become one with you, feel you, smell you, to be completely enraptured by you for eternity.

Time stood still and your heart fluttered as it was finally being satisfied by something it had craved from the first moment you met Jaehyun.

He too felt everything slow down to a crawl, your lips tasted like the sweetest fruit, your hands were soft like plush blankets.

He pulls away to breathe, his hot breath hitting your now swollen lips. “So beautiful” he whispers into them, then kisses you again in the dim lighting of his house.

He takes you into his arms and carries you to one of his many bedrooms.

“I will take you higher than the heavens themself, just give in to me.” He whispers softly.

He lays you down gently onto the fluffy bed and watches as you relax into it, your hair looking gorgeous as it lays against the white sheets, your neck just begging for soft kisses or hastily made bite marks, cute nose and round, swollen lips. He looks into your wide eyes and smiles. “You’re stunning.” He kicks his shoes off and crawls over you.

You giggled and held him by the hem on his shirt. “Jaehyun...kiss me.”

He leaned down and kissed you as you asked. He was transported back to when your name was Eve and the two of you made love in the garden. Your lips taste the same as hers, your skin feels the same, your touch and everything else was the same. Jaehyun was more than pleased to finally be experiencing your love again.

You start to take your pants down your legs and eventually kick them off. Jaehyun takes his clothes off as well, then watches you take your hoodie off to reveal your breasts.

Without hesitation, he lays his tongue flat against the perky nub, coating it with his spit. He then swirls his tongue around it while he massages the other breast that he hasn’t tasted yet. 

You moan and run your fingers through his hair.

His fingers press onto your thigh, then work their way to your sensitive skin between your legs. You tremble as they brush lightly against it.

You arch your back, telling him silently that you want him to go further. He sucks your nipples harder and listens to another moan leave your beautiful lips.

He takes two fingers and uses them to part your folds. He circles his fingertips around your entrance to collect the liquid that has formed from you being so turned on already.

He kisses the skin in between your breasts.

“You taste so sweet.”

He pushes his fingers into you slowly, your legs widen a bit to adjust to him. His fingers are long and slender, but it doesn’t take much time before his knuckles hit your most sensitive part.

“Jaehyun..” you exhale.

His fingers glide in and out of you slowly, he curls his finger tips to press right onto the fleshy spot that makes your head spin. He flicks his tongue across your breast as his fingers work on your needy area.

He looks up at you through low eyes, your dainty fingers grasping onto the sheets tightly.

“So-so close.” You whimper.

His fingers move faster, pressing onto your clenching walls as you get closer.

He then kneels and looks down at you as his fingers still move back and forth.

He licks his lips and lowers his face to the apex of your open legs. He flicks his tongue across you slit now, combining the action of his tongue with his finger to drive you crazy.

He moves his tongue in circular motions onto your clit as his finger moves in faster and presses onto your g-spot harder.

His long tongue flattens onto you repeatedly. 

You cry out his name one final time before cumming onto his fingers. He continues to rub his nose onto your clit and lick inside you as you climax and shake.

You try to push your body up away from him, but he holds your waist down firmly and continues to eat you out.

“Jaehyun!” You look down at him to see his eyes, almost with a glint of red in them, looking up at you sternly.

He places a kiss onto your folds then crawls over you to face you. He licks his lips. 

“Y/n, my love, I will never force you to bow down to me, you are my queen, you always have been. I will not lose you like I did so long ago.”

You’re slightly confused, but you nod and kiss him. He lays down beside you and takes your waist into his hands as his tongue now dances with yours.

He brings your body over on top of his.

Your skin becomes littered with goose pimples as he runs his hands up and down your thighs.

You kneel over his intimidating length and take in a sharp breath while running your hands along his chest and abs. He, too, was magnificent, like a painting or sculpture come to life.

He takes your hand in his and watches your naked body above him. 

He remembered the first time you made love, you rode him that time too, bringing him to his most memorable orgasm of all time.

You sink down onto him slowly, your head falling back instantly.

You couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching around him as he stretched you out so well and stimulated you just from being halfway in.

He pushes up into you to help you. You feel his cock buried deep inside you, running against your silky walls and pressing onto your sweet spot once more.

He curved into you so perfectly. You bite your lips and swivel your hips as you move up and down. He grabs your ass and brings it down onto him. 

He groans when you quiver around him and it is a low sound that you’ve never heard before, it’s almost animalistic.

But it’s hot, and pushes you closer to the edge.

Jaehyun watched your body shimmer in the low, warm lighting of the room. Your face is adorable, your skin is soft and glistens, you smell like vanilla. He wished he could have you like this forever, gliding down onto him, your breasts moving up and down as you whimper and moan from the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

You are his Heaven.

He thrusts up into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as does your groans and cries.

Jaehyun fits you so perfectly, you’re on the brink of tears, you're weak and ride him sloppily as you chase your high.

Jaehyun knows this and flips you over onto your back in a swift move. He places your legs onto his shoulders and pushes into you. His hips slap against yours as he kisses you again.

He uses his ability to grow even more while inside you.

His eyes glow red but your eyes are closed as he fucks into you from above now.

“Jaehyun..fuck..” Tears escape your eyes. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably around his cock.

He runs his palm onto your belly and feels his cock twitch in the pit of your stomach. “I’m so deep inside you, do you like feeling me? Do you want me to release deep inside you?”

He moves faster.

You arch your back. “Fill me up, please, I want you inside me so badly.” You whimper out.

Jaehyun licks his thumb and places it onto your clit. He licks your breast again and sucks hard.

You cum hard and shake.

He climaxes as well, cumming deep inside you as you let out a stream of curses. You had never orgasmed so hard, but something about Jaehyun has you trembling for several minutes. He was able to deliver pleasure just as he was able to deliver pain in the underworld.

He rubs his thumb along the side of your sweaty face while watching his cum leak out of you.

“My love..would you like me to fuck you again?”

His voice is gravelly, but confident, for he already knows the answer.

You nod and within a few milliseconds you’re on your chest with your ass up in the air. Jaehyun pounds you into the bed and has you calling out his name several times that night.

You fall asleep after climaxing many times. You felt amazing, like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Jaehyun held you in his arms and cuddled you to sleep.

“Y/n..I’m happy you’re mine now.”

————

[The Next Day]

Jaehyun woke up to see that you left him, you had snuck out and drove back home.

You left a note for him explaining that you couldn’t be in a relationship with him for your heart belonged to Kun. 

“Thank you for being here for me, I am sorry for coming to you during my weakest moment. I hope you will respect my wish to not see you again, as I must remain steady in my marriage to Kun.

With Love, Y/n” 

Jaehyun crumbles up the note and sets fire to it in his hands. His horns grow large and his eyes beam red, furious is an understatement.

How could you do this to him? He made love to you, gave you the best love you’d ever had and you still went back to him.

He would make sure to ruin Kun, for if he couldn’t have you, no one else should.

————

[3 Months Later] 

Jaehyun was still hurt by you leaving him that night, but he knew there was nothing he could do. A part of him wanted you to be happy, but a part of him wanted to destroy Kun so he could have you all to himself.

He had planned to get rid of him until he discovered that you were pregnant. He wasn’t sure if the baby was his or Kun’s, but he did know that if he were to kill Kun you would potentially lose the baby from devastation. He couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t cause that pain even if he was satisfied by Kun’s death.

So he watches you from afar, imagining once again that it was him preparing for a baby instead of Kun.

The two of you looked happy, maybe it was the child that was making things different.

Either way, he hated seeing you so happy without him.

————

[8 Months Later]

You give birth to your son. You and Kun raise it together and take turns watching it during the night. 

One day, Jaehyun visits you while you cradle the baby at home alone.

You open the door and your smile falls.

Jaehyun, however, smiles harder when he sees your pretty face, glowing from the post pregnancy hormone changes.

Seeing you like this makes him want to get you pregnant all over again.

“J-Jaehyun?” You hadn’t seen him since that night, but he still looked good.

“Y/n..it’s been so long, hasn’t it?”

Something about him being there after so much time made you uneasy.

“Well..can I come in?” Jaehyun gives a half smile.

You nod and let him in.

You hold your baby and sit in a rocking chair. “So..what brings you here?”

“I’m here to see my child of course!”

Your brows furrow. “YOUR..child?”

Jaehyun smirks and steps closer to you. He smiles to himself as he looks at the baby.

“Come on, y/n, did you forget how many times I buried my seed into your beautiful cunt that night?”

You shook your head. “Don’t speak like that, please. I was weak, I-I was sad and broken..”

“Of course, but you loved it, you loved all of it.” He looked up to the ceiling and shut his eyes.

“I can still hear your moans right now.”

“Kun is the father, Jaehyun..this isn’t up for debate.”

“And if he’s not?” He tilts his head and looks back down at you.

“Well, he is. I’ll raise this child with my husband, regardless of who the biological father is, we have no place for you in this house.”

“Tsk tsk...keeping me away from my own child? Y/n..that’s not very nice of you, my love.”

“Don’t call me that!” Your voice rose slightly. “We had one night together, I don’t want to be with you, I will never be yours.”

“You’re already mine, y/n, you always will be, don’t you understand, after all these years?”

You shook your head. “Jaehyun.. you’re crazy. I’d like you to leave.”

You reached your hand out to grab your phone.

Jaehyun sees that you're nervous and chuckles to himself. “Oh..y/n..you’ve really made me upset. I guess I will just have to embrace my nature.”

He shuts the front door as you stare intently.

You always had a fear that the baby might be his, but how did he know you were pregnant in the first place?

————

[Two Days Later]

Jaehyun summons Lilith.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

She appears to him with a slim body and dark hair this time. Her face is perfect like one of some celebrity, but God cursed Jaehyun’s vision so that when he looks at Lilith, he can only see an ugly monster. 

“I need you to take it.”

Jaehyun demands as sits on his throne in Hell. He tosses an apple in the air.

“Seduce the man and come back with the baby.”

“And what do I get out of it?” She places her hand on her hip.

“Nothing. But if you don’t do it, I will rip your fucking head off.” He looks up at her slowly. “Is that a good enough reason for you?”

Lilith scoffs then goes to do as she is told.

She appears to Kun who is half asleep on the couch in the living room. It’s his turn to watch the baby, so he can’t sleep completely.

“Hey there, big boy.” She says smoothly and crawls over him.

“Who—who are you?”

“My name’s Lilith.” She zips her leather jacket down to reveal her bare chest. “You look lonely, sweetheart.”

Kun is hypnotized by her, he doesn’t know if he’s awake or asleep, but he does know that he wants her badly. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” Lilith asks with doe eyes as she looks up at him and pumps her breasts.

Kun nods and soon finds himself enraptured by a succubus, burying himself into her and thus falling into her trap as you, his wife, lay sound asleep in the room above.

Once Lilith brings Kun to an extraordinary climax, he falls asleep.

She then walks upstairs slowly to the baby room.

Her appealing looks disappear and she transforms into her true being, a disturbingly ugly monster with grey skin and long legs and arms. Her bones crack as she grows to about 6 feet 6 inches tall, her black hair falls out onto the floor and her jaw protrudes as her eyes glow red. She smells like rotten eggs as green liquid oozes out of her pores and eyes.

She stares at the baby sleeping soundly in its crib.

You, however, wake up from the crackling sound.

“Kun?” You murmur.

You get up and walk to the baby room.

You nearly pass out from the stench and feel your legs grow weak when you see the ghastly being standing over your baby.

“Hey!” You call out, but when the thing turns around, it already has your baby in its arms. A wide creepy smile filled with about twenty sharp and misshapen teeth creeps across its face.

You start to cry. “Put him down!”

You run towards it but it disappears.

You grasp the crib and look into it, shifting the blankets around before looking under it.

Your baby was nowhere to be found.

You let out a painful scream that Jaehyun, and even your neighbors could hear and fell to the floor.

Kun finally woke up and ran upstairs. He consoled you as you cried uncontrollably.

———-

[One Month Later]

The police and everyone in the neighborhood helped you to search for your baby, but nothing happened. 

You tried to explain that night so many times, but nothing made sense and people just thought you were crazy.

Even Kun. He left you soon after the incident, the heartbreak was too much for him and he didn’t trust you. So he left you, moving further away and starting a new life without you as the divorce papers started to process.

You were alone, you couldn’t deal with the loss of your child. You sat alone at a pond and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.

Jaehyun knew your time was running out, he knew you’d pass and eventually come to him to live with him in the dark world.

Your heart breaks and you die of sadness at the edge of the pond.

Your soul slips away from your body. 

Jaehyun is there watching as you stare down at it in confusion.

“Jaehyun?”

“Hello, y/n.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re with me now, where you should be.” He smiles as he goes to take your hand, but his hand passes through.

Jaehyun looks in confusion at his hand.

“Can you see me?” You ask.

“Of course I can. I should be able to touch you too, but..” he turns away and looks at his hand which is still vibrating like it had just been shocked with electricity.

“What’s happening?”

He turns back to you, but you’re gone.

“Oh, Lucifer..” a male voice calls out to him.

“You thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you? You would have her die then bring her to hell to live with you forever..”

“Winwin?” He recognizes the angel in front of him.

“I wish I could say it’s nice to see you again, but it really isn’t.”

“What the hell is going on? She’s mine!” He grows angry, his eyes becoming red and his horns growing out in harmony with his black wings.

“No, she isn’t. She belongs with us, remember God will always win.” Winwin smirks.

“No..no they can’t do this to me again!”

“Of course they can! Goodbye, LuLu!” Winwin then spins and disappears.

Jaehyun curses and shouts loudly, so loudly that the heavens can hear him. You can hear him, but now you realized who he really was and why he was so infatuated with you. It broke your heart that he went to such lengths to hold onto you, but now you knew that he was nothing but evil.

Jaehyun could feel you, he could sense you everywhere and sometimes he could see you, but he could never touch you again. He would have to live eternally as a tortured individual that lost his love 3 times.

“Well, at least you have the child.” Lilith looks at her nails as Jaehyun thrashes about in hell.

“What will you name him?”

Jaehyun smooths his hair back and walks to the crib that the baby sleeps in. “His name..is Cain.”

[psalacanthea]

A Sky of Shattered Stars- 1

The second part of the Naomi Hawke and Varric fics.  Coming back home again after five years in the fade.

...

It’d been a long trip home.

Well, not home, but Kirkwall.

The Amell estate certainly wasn’t home any more.  It was too full of memories, too full of pain.  The last thing she wanted was to be in that cursed fucking place.  So whatever home was in an emotional sense, it wasn’t that place even though she knew it should have been.

It was weird, though, to be going to live in the Viscount’s keep.

A little spooky, even.

Varric was napping because she’d been difficult last night and the bastard had refused to sleep unless she did, but she knew it wasn’t a deep sleep.  Traveling by carriage wasn’t a smooth ride.  Every once in a while, they’d hit a hard bump and she’d see him out of the corner of her vision crack open an eye or shift uneasily, arms crossed over his chest.

She didn’t want to watch their journey; it was hard seeing things that were different than they’d been in the fade and Kirkwall had been very very different.  Books helped.  It gave her something to focus both her eyes and her mind on.  Ever since she’d come back it was strange, she could see the scenes in her head so much more clearly.

Imagination better than ever, but everything else screwed up.  Typical.

They hit another bump, and then the ride smoothed out considerably.  Hightown.  It bothered her that she still knew that.  But hell, she’d walked the streets enough.

When Varric cracked open an eye again, she turned a page in the book and finally spoke up.  “Was it weird?”

“You need to be more specific than that, we’ve been through so much weird shit I don’t even know what normal is any more.”

Frustrated with her own ability to be understood, she took a second, closed her eyes, and breathed.  No, it was fine.  She just had to do what Varric said, line up her words like they were written on a page.  When she did that, it got easier.

He hadn’t known what she was thinking before she asked the question, she needed to remember that.

Forcing herself to inject some humor into her voice, she clarified carefully, “when they elected you semi-against your will and then you realized it came with a giant house, too?  What do you even do when you move into the Viscount’s keep?  You’d have to get new boots, right?”

Varric chuckled.  “Trust me, I thought about it.  But you know, there’s no better place for Lowtown mud than on the rugs in the Viscount’s mansion.”

“I can’t believe the nobles elected you.”

His voice took on a chagrined note she knew too well.  “They just want me to hang around long enough to fix things.  You think any of them want to get their hands this dirty?  Think any of them could?  I appreciate the show of faith, at least.  Less so the actual job, but…it was either that or let the city burn again, and it’s been through enough.”

She hated the self-deprecation but let him have it for now.  “As soon as things get comfortable and profitable people will forget what they owe you.  If not from Kirkwall’s nobility…”

Varric closed his eyes again, and crossed one booted foot over the other.  He didn’t call her paranoid like he usually did, which she appreciated.  “Well, that’s why I keep you around.  I guess you’ll just have to keep me out of trouble.”  He let out a long sigh.  “But to answer your question, it still feels like I’m squatting…but what can you do when the house comes with the job?”

[starkerscoop]

When the Rain Falls (Ch. 1)

I introduce to you, my ghost!Tony fic. ❤

also on ao3 

Summary: Forced into taking a sabbatical, Peter visits the Parker Estate hoping for relaxation and a connection to his dead parents. The decrepit mansion conceals century-old secrets, leaving Peter to uncover what truly went down at the Parker Estate in the early 1900s and led to its abandonment.

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The creak of the front doors echoed throughout the grand foyer, forcing Peter to a stop before he could enter what would become his home for the summer. He'd been exiled from New York by May, forced into a sabbatical because she believed he was pushing himself too hard and too fast. Peter disagreed, and he'd made it known, but May would have none of it.

Which was why he was here, at the Parker Estate, that he was due to inherit after May's passing. Peter hoped to keep it out of his possession for decades to come.

The Parker Estate was neglected and it showed through the overgrown plants and the thick layers of dust encasing the furniture. May didn't have the money to maintain it, but she refused to sell it, stating that keeping it in the Parker family was a necessity. Peter didn't outwardly question her decision, especially because it made him feel closer to his deceased parents, but he knew that life would've been easier on them if they'd had that money to fall back on.

This was his first time visiting the estate. All alone, with a suitcase in hand and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, Peter crept through the mansion. Weak sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a small light inside. Peter tried for one of the light switches nearby, but his efforts were fruitless, his incessant flicking of the switch producing no change. 

With a small sigh, Peter continued to walk through the dim lighting, grimacing at the stillness of the rooms around him. It was as if the home had been abandoned abruptly, personal belongings littering the bedrooms he'd ventured into. What appeared to be a child's room contained a rug with toy cars strewn all over it, a small bed in the corner of the room, and endless hangers with dull clothes attached to them in the wardrobe.

Peter squirmed uncomfortably. Whoever had lived here last wasn't partial to materialism, or had been in such a rush to leave that they'd had no choice but to leave everything behind. What could have forced his family to leave this way? What were they escaping?

He stopped his search of the mansion a quarter of the way through, too tense and tired to keep it up. Each room swarmed his mind with questions, and he couldn't handle them. Not yet. He was here to rest, and he would do that, mysterious family history or not.

His phone rang shrilly, shattering the silence he'd been surrounded by for the past hour. Peter jumped, cursing, before reaching for his battered phone and accepting the incoming call.

"Peter, are you all right?" May's voice wavered. "You should've made it there by now. Did you run into some trouble? If you're close, I've got a friend who can help you."

Peter rushed to assure her of his safety. "I'm okay, Aunt May, I'm sorry. I forgot to call you. I've just been exploring."

"Okay," May said, sighing. "Just check in once in a while. Are you enjoying your trip so far?"

Peter glanced around the mansion uncertainly. "I will. The trip is okay, but the mansion is..."

"Is what?" May pushed when he trailed off.

Peter bit the inside of his cheek, reluctant to reveal that he was anything less than content. He didn't want May to worry any more than she already was. "It's just weird to be alone, that's all. I'm used to all the noise in New York."

"Oh, you'll get used to it quickly, city boy," May laughed, the concern in her voice fading.

Peter couldn't help pushing at that. "And if I don't?"

"You won't have to tolerate it for long," May shrugged. "Three months at the least, six months at the most. You'll adjust by then, even if you don't like it."

When Peter didn't say anything, she continued:

"Just don't stay holed up in that mansion. It's not healthy. Go out, meet the townspeople. They're friendly and will help out with anything you need."

Peter hummed in agreement. "I'll go out. I think I'm gonna head to bed now, May, I'm pretty tired. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Peter," May said warmly.

Peter hung up, and the room felt colder at once. He pulled out the bedding he'd brought with him, stripping the bed he'd chosen to occupy of its faded sheets and pulling on his own. By the time he was done making the bed, his arms were covered in goosebumps and his ankles were freezing, exposed as they were to the frigid air. He huddled into his blankets, curling into a ball to conserve his body heat when the blankets failed to do so.

Sleep did not come. He laid awake despite his fatigue, watching the dark room for the eyes he could feel boring into him. He was alone, but his brain would not be convinced of it, jolting him awake with the presence it insisted it felt every time he came close to falling asleep.

Peter didn't dare investigate his room for danger. Years of movie-watching had taught him better than that. If he could muster the courage to check his surroundings, it would be in the morning. Bad lighting was better than no lighting at all.

Dawn came, and it brought with it relief. Peter could see well enough to tell that he was alone. He was as safe as could be. With that knowledge settling into his core, Peter was able to relax enough to fall asleep.

He slept for eleven hours straight, the previous day's travel and his impromptu all-nighter catching up to him. It was the best sleep of his life, creepy mansion be damned. Alas, he had to wake up at some point, and he did so in the evening. His room was dark once more, and the feeling that he was being watched swiftly returned. 

Peter stirred, pushing the blankets down slightly to sit up and scan every corner of his room.

"I was beginning to think you were dead," remarked a dry voice.

[spencersmagic]

Middle of Adventure - 505 series.

(found on pinterest).

masterlist // 505 series // taglist

summary: a part two to "greet me with good bye" (found here)

couple: fem reader x spencer reid

category: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: general criminal minds violence, mentions of guns, curse words (f*ck/f*cking), crying.

words: 1.8k

time to read: 10 minutes.

***

It was quite ironic.

The space between them had never felt as empty, as ruined, as it did right now. It felt like the love, the care that they had had for each other all those years back, all the patience and truth they had shared, had been stolen. The woman in front of them had done it for them.

The last two years seemed empty now. Emotionless. Worthless.

The feelings they had for each other had always been unspoken. Excluding a few instances, core instances that needed verbal confirmation, they had always understood each other without having to share a word. They were both profilers, for God’s sake.

Spencer’s fidgeting in the plane rides on the way back from a tough case was always understood by Y/N. She had always made sure to hold him, caress his hair or read to him when he was feeling anxious. Similarly, when she was feeling weird after an uncomfortable encounter with a disgusting unsub, closing in on herself, carrying herself differently, he would always pick up on it. He’d cover her with a blanket and tell her random facts about the stars, or lemons, or the first shoes discovered… Anything that could get her mind away from the filthy words he had spewed at her.

There were no words exchanged between. Because they always knew what the other needed.

Because they cared. And they wanted the other to be okay.

The lack of words didn’t mean a lack of communication. There was constantly a line of communication between the two of them, established through body language, looks and short beginnings of sentences right before the other picked up on what they wanted. Everything was clear between them. They always just knew.

This had taken time. Of course, it had. At first, they were clumsy. Y/N’s anxiety attacks had gone worse once when he had tried to distract her by talking about the climate crisis (a horrible idea, if you ask me). Similarly, she had learned that after Spencer’s rare, but long talks with Hotch weren’t the moment to make sarcastic comments about, well, anything.

All they had was silence and the promise to love the other if they needed it.

But right now, as they stood in front of the unsub, then woman who had been tormenting Spencer for the past few months with little letters, threats and promises to hurt everybody he knew and loved (or at least everybody who was left), it felt like nothing could ever be the same.

She had called herself “The Woman”, which Y/N understood. She wanted to be everything to Spencer.

She stood still, calmly, knowingly. Because nothing he did could change the course of action that was about to occur tonight. The stillness in the weapon she had aimed at Y/N made sure to make that clear.

“Why would I need to break up with her, Clara? Y/N and I aren’t together” Spencer repeated calmly, trying to focus on his training so he could try to ignore the soft sobs that Y/N was letting out.

The gun rattled as Clara shook in anger.

“Bullshit! I’ve seen you together. For God’s sakes, I’ve seen the way you fucking look at her. You-“she laughed manically “You look at her like she’s hung the fucking stars – like you’re supposed to look at me! So don’t you dare fucking lie to me “. She was met with silence.

“You know…” tears welled in her eyes, strong façade faltering. “You were going to come back. We were supposed to meet, and you were supposed to love me like I have all these years. You abandoned me!” she screamed. “And now you’re with-with her”.

Nothing.

“Do it or I will shoot her!” she screamed, sending spit flying around. Flinching, she shakily repeated Clara’s words.

“Do it, Spencer. I can take it” she spoke clearly, forcing her voice to sound unworried.

It was quite ironic. Because they had been in a similar situation at the beginning of their relationship. And it would end like this, too.

“I can’t, Y/N. Y-you know I can’t! Why are you making me do this?!” he raised his voice suddenly, ripping his lungs open as he sunk down onto the floor. He crumbled upon himself as he sobbed. “I can’t. I can’t do it, Y/N.” he repeated over and over, the last bit of self-restraint leaving his body. “I can’t do it. You are everything. I c-can’t hurt” he hiccupped.

Y/N’s eyes absorbed Spencer every little movement and tremble. She felt as though he had kept her heart right up until this moment, bubble wrapped and intact, but now he was crushing it as he hugged himself tightly. It was too much to bear.

“Spencer, if you don’t do it, I will” she whispered. He looked up, tear eyed, and looked at Clara. Her smile was wide now, red nose, enjoying the scene that was unfolding in front of her. Spencer stood up shakily.

“Clara, you were my classmate in school. Having the chance to go to university, don’t you think I had to take it? Did- Didn’t you want what’s best for me?” he tried to reason. “You love me, right? Don’t you want me to be happy?”. She smiled sadly at him.

“I do. But not if it’s with her”.

He turned to Y/N, eyes filled with tears. “Y/N” he requested. Still, she couldn’t bear looking at him. “Y/N! Y/N. Please look at me” he shook. She turned.

“Y/N…” he whispered, taking a look at her, bloody and beaten. “Y/N, I can’t live without you. Since I met you, I haven’t been able to.” He paused. “You’re everything. I don’t how to live without you”.

“Spencer, you will have to learn. The middle of an adventure is such a perfect place to start” she whispered back. His face changed completely, eyes wide and surprised.

**

“Oh god! This is so tedious. When can we leave?” had whispered Reid, curling a lock of her hair around his finger.

“We’re here as guests, Spencer. It would be rude of us to leave” she had reprimanded him, seemingly unaltered by his puppy dog eyes.

“But-but my love” he all-but-whined. “I wanna go home”.

“Yeah? You “wanna go home”? Or are your pants getting a little bit too tight from staring down my top?” she shot back. He didn’t dare reply.

“Do you want to play, or not?” Y/N clarified. He nodded eagerly. She grabbed him by the hair as they slow-danced in the middle of the lounge with the other couples at Rossi’s new wife’s mansion.

She pulled him close, lips close to his ear in such a way that appeared innocent to outsiders. Her words, though, were another story.

“Okay, love. “Adventure” is our safe-word. I’m going to tease you and, the moment I bring up that word in conversation that’ll mean that you’ve done well and should now play along. I’ll make up some excuse and we can leave this god-awful party. Sounds good?” once again, he nodded eagerly.

**

“You know, Clara. Maybe you’re right” Spencer begun, looking into her eyes. “If she’s so okay with letting me go, she clearly doesn’t deserve my time” he swallowed his tears, hoping he was being convincing.

Clearly, Clara didn’t need a lot of convincing. After all, she had been looking for every single indicator in his words and looks in front of the camera to believe he was madly in love with her, and seeking her out.

She lowered the now-forgotten weapon, throwing it on the ground and herself on Spencer.

“You really think so, my love?”

A pet name Spencer had heard coming from Y/N, and had never felt as disgusting as it did in that moment. Spencer couldn’t even think about what it was doing to her.

He just nodded, hugging her back as convincingly as possible.

Sometimes, we do what we can to make our loved ones happy. Sometimes, we stay. Other times, we leave. We give and give for them. At the end of the day, it’s human nature to want to created strong bonds with those you love the most.

Spencer and Y/N weren’t an exception. They gave so much to each other – to their relationship. They loved with such a love that is only seen in movies, with a passion that only occurs during the darkest hours, and a heart that has only been broken and mended over and over.

In retrospection, Clara is no different either.

As Spencer pushed her off, Y/N threw herself to the ground to grab the gun, did a somersault and pointed it at her. Right on cue, Morgan and Prentiss burst into the old warehouse, pointing their guns at Clara.

“Step away from my boyfriend, you bitch”.

**

It felt almost surreal.

Especially to Spencer, who had been battling with the thought of her for the past three months. It felt like this moment would never come – like a breach in the space-time continuum had been formed and he was now experiencing a reality parallel to his own.

But feeling Y/N’s touch, hearing their mutual comforting words, stumbling like their relationship had been, was grounding. Perhaps not comfortable, or stable, of secure just yet. But it sent a message to both of them. “No matter what happens, no matter how many variations exist in your life, I will never be one. I’ll always be here”.

“You were supposed to come back! You were supposed to love me, and give me a beautiful life. Why didn’t you?” they heard Clara screaming. Tears were streaming down her face as the cop sat her down.

“You could’ve sent a letter, Clara” he reached to grab her handcuffs, which were clasped behind her. Y/N watched the entire scene unfold before her eyes, tears still cascading down her cheeks.

“Would that have made any difference?”

“It’s time to go, Ms. Sondermann”.

“Would it? Or would you have stayed with her?”Spencer stayed silent. “Don’t think you’re anything better than me. You did everything for her! Just like I did. You’re no different than me.” she screamed, as Prentiss pulled her away.

Spencer turned to look into Y/S’s eyes. She looked so different when the fear of losing her wasn’t looming around. Tired, of course, from the three day search, but hopeful.

He hadn’t seen her hopeful in so long.

As he closed in on her, looking so purely loving, she immediately understood. the dust settled and she realized just how much he had been through.

She suddenly understood.

**

The lack of words never meant a lack of communication.

There were no words exchanged between. Because they always knew what the other needed.

She spread her arms, ready for his embrace at the same time he ducked his head to hold her around the waist. His lips twitched, all the unspoken words at the top of his tongue.

“i-i know, love. i know” she spoke between sobs.

Everything was clear between them. They always just knew.

**

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[cyncerity]

TOMMY FINALLY TALKING TO RANBOO FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE “sup motherfucker give me my damn house back” ranboos like THIS LITTLE DUDE IS ALIVE?!? Tommy’s like that isn’t important rn give me my home

(I have a feeling these asks were sent by the same person, but if they weren’t it’s kinda funny they were sent at the same time and have the same writing style lmao)

Ranboo would freak out, definitely. He’s definitely noticed this weird doll that Tubbo always carries around, but he hasn’t ever mentioned it. He’s just kind of learned to live with its existence. Even if he thinks he’s going crazy cause the dolls expression keeps changing. So yeah, let’s have Ranboo meet Tommy >:)

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Just close your eyes and hold out your hands! It’s not that hard, bossman.”

Ranboo begrudgingly squeezed his eyes shut and held out his open palms. It’s not as if he didn’t trust Tubbo, it’s just that Tubbo could be…weird, and he was a bit nervous for his “surprise.” Ok, maybe more than a bit.

…

In all fairness, screaming might not have been the right response. But what else was Ranboo supposed to do with the talking doll in front of him? He hadn’t tried to scream, it was a natural reaction! It definitely wasn’t what Ranboo had in mind when Tubbo had said he wanted to “show him something cool”.

Tubbos hands went immediately over Ranboo’s eyes and mouth, at which point Ranboo heard the same, unfamiliar voice he had heard earlier mumble “fuckin rude” before Tubbo whispered to him. “Shhh! We don’t need to call extra attention to ourselves, do you want your brother to come in here! What the hell?”

Ranboo dropped the doll on his lap and pried Tubbos hands off his face. “What do you mean ‘what the hell’?? That-“ Ranboo pointed to the doll, which was now on his lap, crossing its arms and staring at him, and not moving, strangely enough, “just talked! I should be the one asking you ‘what the hell’! Why’s it alive?!”

“First of all, he’s not an ‘it,’ he’s a ‘he.’ And his name is Tommy. Second of all, hes my other best friend, so you’d better get used to him. And the only way to do that is to talk to him.” Ranboo grumbled at Tubbo before picking up the doll in a fist and holding it up. “Tommy” just continued to stare at Ranboo, and it clicked to Ranboo that the doll hadn’t moved at all since he dropped him. Maybe it wasn’t the doll that had been talking, maybe it was something else? Had he been wrong? Ranboo looked back at Tubbo, exasperated.

“It looks like your ‘friend’ doesn’t want to make much of an effort towards friendship either.” Tubbo rolled his eyes and sighed. “You have to close your eyes, big man. He can’t move or talk if anyone’s looking at him.” “This has to be a prank-“ “Just do it!!” Ranboo huffed in frustration and closed his eyes again.

The doll spoke out again almost immediately. “Fucking finally!” Tommy shouted before sighing as he saw Ranboo’s jaw drop and his eyebrows raise. “Ranboo, listen, the whole ‘eye contact’ thing is a long story, and why I’m alive is an even longer story, but I need to know if you still have that dollhouse that your therapist sold you.” Ranboo thought about it for a bit before putting the pieces together. “…I took your house, didn’t I?”

“Not necessarily,” Tubbo said. “I told Aunt Puffy she could sell it before I found out that the dolls that lived there were alive. So they’re kinda homeless. We didn’t even want to tell you in the first place. No offense, but you seem pretty stressed out, and memory problems and cursed dolls don’t mix well.” Ranboo only had a short amount of time to linger on the guilt in Tubbos voice before the doll piped up again. “The problem is, we don’t know how to get the house back into Tubbos basement without looking suspicious. Tubbo’s dad has turned the basement, where the house was, into his personal office, anyways. Neither of us want his family questioning why he would suddenly want the house back, since we’re not sure how they would respond to living dolls-“ “Wait, dolls? As in more than just you?” Ranboo interrupted. “Yes, more than just me, keep up, dumbass. Anyways, my family wanted to just move here since they don’t have any particular attachment to Tubbo. And it’s not like I do, Tubbos the clingy one, not me, it’s just that your brother is terrifying and our last meeting didn’t go…great. So your house is out. Any other ideas?”

Ranboo didn’t know what the doll was talking about until he recalled the last time Tubbo had brought the blonde doll to his house. At the time, Ranboo had found it odd that Dream playfully tossing the doll around had resulted in Tubbo almost breaking down in tears, but he now understood how badly that could’ve ended.

“Dream didn’t mean it like that, he couldn’t have known, I’m sorry-“ Ranboo said before being interrupted by the voice again. “I don’t need you to be sorry, I need you to think! What the hell do we do about this?”

“Actually, uuuhhhh…” “Tommy.” Ranboo nodded quickly before returning to his thoughts. “Actually, Tommy, I might have an idea…”

~~~~~~~~

“So why are we here exactly?” Wilbur said. Tommy had left everyone extremely confused after he spontaneously decided to gather everyone for a family meeting, only to direct them onto the floor and say “follow me.” They had assumed Tommy wanted to talk more about their house after he told them they couldn’t get it back nor live in Ranboo’s house, but instead they now found themselves walking down the hallway towards god knows where. It’s not exactly like they had bothered to explore the house.

“Tommy, this is risky.” Techno muttered. “What if the humans come down the hall?” “It’s 3:30 in the morning, Blade, we’ll be fine.” Tommy retorted.

“I have to agree with Techno on this one, Toms. This is really risky.” Phil said. “It’ll be worth it, I promise, just follow me!” Tommy began to walk faster towards wherever as the rest of the SBI looked at each other and sighed before catching up to Tommy.

After a few more minutes of walking, the dolls came upon a door. Tommy knocked on it a few times before it swung backwards and he ushered his family in in front of him. The three of them looked up and froze, for once not because of someone’s stare, but from shock.

Above them stood Tubbo and Ranboo, doing their best to plaster shingles and mini columns to a model doll house that sat on a table. It looked like a sort of log cabin, complete with fake snow, but was so much bigger than their previous house. It took up half the room, and the half it didn’t take up was paved with wires that seemed to spout from the bottom of the house.

“What- what is this?” Phil gaped. “We felt really bad that we couldn’t get your house back, so we wanted to make up for it!” Ranboo nodded along as Tubbo spoke, both continuing to keep their eyes off the dolls and locked on the mini mansion. “I told my aunt that me and Ranboo should do some sort of ‘therapeutic bonding activity,’ which she bought. So we looked around a bunch for doll houses that would be correct to your size, but we couldn’t find any that where exact. So I had my friend Foolish 3D print out some custom walls and stuff. And we ordered the rest of the furniture and other supplies on Amazon.”

“Well, not all of it.” Ranboo said. “We still wanted your input on what it should look like on the inside. There’s all sorts of furniture and mini wallpapers we can buy online or make ourselves.”

“The electricity was a bitch, though,” Tubbo interjects, gesturing to the mess of wires on the floor. “Just be thankful you’ve got automatic lights and a heating system. We didn’t really see the need for running water or a tiny fridge, though, since you guys don’t seem to need food or showers.” Phil, Wilbur, and Techno looked on in varying levels of excitement and awe as Tommy looked at them with a proud smirk on his face. Phil looked over to his son, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, before he pulled Tommy into a tight hug, Wilbur and surprisingly Techno shortly after.

“Well,” Wilbur said, “looks like we’ve got a few decisions to make here.”

To say Schlatt and Puffy were confused when they walked in in the morning to find Ranboo and Tubbo passed out over the mini house, dolls strewn about the room, and over a hundred online orders of different fabrics, stickers, and doll furniture would be an understatement.