#wrote this for halloween but alas…

[yaksha-lover]

It Will Come Back

Summary: You take in an injured fox, nursing it back to health. It keeps coming back, some times more human-like than others.

Kitsune!Malleus Draconia x Reader

cw: very minor description of blood/gore, mentioned wild animal death, minor suggestive jokes, starts out a little spooky (or so i tried) but inevitably becomes wholesome-ish, pls ignore typos i’m too tired to proof-read

The fox you find by the riverside isn’t like any you’ve seen before. His fur is so dark that it takes a moment for you to even notice the wet blood matting the left side of his rib cage.

The sight of an injured animal is all too common for you. Living far from any big towns means there’s hardly any available treatment for them. Your neighbour, the only other living person around here, always dismisses your worries about the poor creatures, telling you that it’s only the circle of life.

As much as you know he’s right, your bleeding heart insists on taking the black fox home, if only for him to have some comfort in his last moments. You know he won’t survive the journey to town; he may not have the hours necessary to get there.

He’s large for a fox, too. You consider calling your neighbour to help, but you know he’ll only roll his green eyes at your pleas. Instead, you lift him into a wheelbarrow as gently as you can, and pull him back to your small cottage.

He whimpers a little as you move him, but his eyes remain closed. When you arrive, you transport him carefully to the makeshift bed you’ve put together, piles of blankets you hope will be enough to keep him warm and comfortable.

When you come back with water and some medical supplies, the fox opens one eye. It’s strangely eerie, the way he stares at you as you approach. His lime gaze is intense and focused, almost as though he’s trying to examine you, peeling away your skin with his eyes. You shake off the feeling, knowing you’re probably overthinking things.

He’s only an animal, after all.

The fox remains silent as you clean his wounds. Thankfully, they don’t seem as bad as you initially suspected. It’s strange - there seemed to be so much blood before, the wound was practically gushing. Was it a trick of the light?

You must be tired from your long day of foraging; now you’re seeing things.

You leave him wrapped in bandages and huddled in blankets to rest for the night.

-

The next morning, you awake to a warmth at your side. It’s been getting a bit colder, but even your blankets don’t tend to run this hot. You pop an eye open and panic for a moment at the fluffy black mass curled up beside you. You giggle to yourself when you realize what’s happened.

“How’d you get up here, little fox? I thought you’d feel too ill to move.”

The fox raises his head at the noise, tilting it as you speak. You offer him your hand, and he sniffs it, before moving his head to be cupped in your extended palm.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. Make yourself at home,” you say, petting him gently between the ears. He closes his eyes and settles into your touch.

As you get up to begin your day, you expect him to stay curled up in your sheets. Instead, he hops off the bed, suddenly wide awake, and prances happily behind you into the kitchen, no sign of the injury he suffered just last night.

Questions run through your mind, unease playing in your stomach. It’s all so bizzare, but you try to settle the anxiety. Why question a good thing, no matter how strange?

-

“What should I call you, little guy? I don’t want to keep calling you ‘the fox.’”

He stares at you, green eyes narrowed softly as he takes a seat on your couch, making himself at home by cuddling into the cushions. The seating is already worn down, but either way, you wouldn’t care much about where he sat.

“Hmm, how about Tsunotarou? Your ears are so pointy, they almost look like little horns!”

He raises his head to look at you, as though he understands. You smile back at him, mooning over his cuteness and reaching a hand out to pet him. You hover your hands over his head, waiting for his go ahead.

You beam when he pushes his head up into your hand, petting enthusiastically but remaining gentle for his sake.

You’re interrupted by a knock at the door. There’s only one person who ever comes over, so it’s no surprise to hear the voice of your neighbour ring out in the silence.

“Oi, open the door, herbivore. What’s all this blood outside your home?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not mine,” you call from inside. You walk to the door, letting him in. “I…made another rescue attempt.”

He gives you a look that screams ‘seriously’. “Another failure then? I don’t know why you do this to yourself.”

“Actually, Leona, this one was a success. Check my couch before you doubt me so fast.”

Leona pushes you gently away from the doorway so he can come in, and peeks around the corner.

The expression on his face morphs from surprise to confusion to disappointment. Leona sighs. “You didn’t…”

“Didn’t what? Save a life? Clearly, I did. Although, I’ll admit Tsunotarou wasn’t in such bad shape, so maybe I didn’t do too much of the work. But still, you can stop calling me silly for wanting to try-”

“Tsunotarou??” Leona stares at the fox. He stares back and almost seems…amused? Strange, your fox certainly was expressive and clever. “Ugh, this is too much for me to deal with. You’re an adult, you can handle it. I’m just going to leave these here.”

Leona drops a bag of meat on the counter. It was part of your usual trade; he’d give you part of his hunt, and you’d give him part of what you grew in your garden.

“No one asked you to help deal with him? What do you mean…”

Leona ignores your questioning, heading out of your kitchen and stopping as he passes by the couch where Tsunotarou still lays, watching. He turns to face him.

“Don’t hurt them. I’ll be checking in again soon, so no tricks, or else you’ll be dealing with me.”

“Did you just threaten my rescue fox?”

He ignores you once again, only pausing briefly in the doorway to leave you with a final warning.

“Scream if you need help.” With that, Leona is off, probably back to his cottage across the field.

You’re left confused, but Leona rarely cares to let you in on what he’s thinking, so you try your best to just ignore his words. There’s a prick of fear in the back of your mind, though, because Leona is never serious, but his warning certainly seemed to be.

No, he’s just been talking nonsense. How could the sweet angel on your couch be any threat? Tsunotarou had cuddled up to you just this morning.

You finally turn back to him. He’s watching you. Again. With a slight head tilt this time, his dark ears standing straight, as though he’s curious. You approach the fox to sit beside him on the couch. Once you begin your soft pets, he places his head into your lap.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Big bad Leona won’t hurt you. I don’t know what’s up with him today. He’s probably just spooked from all the dead animals that have been showing up around the area. I mean, what does he expect, we live in the woods.”

Tsunotarou picks himself up from the couch. You expect him to jump off, maybe even try to escape through the door. Instead, he plants himself fully in your lap, curling up into a tight little ball.

Even the overwhelming cuteness of the situation is too much for you to ignore how strange it is. As you stroke your hand across his fur once again, you wonder how this wild fox could be so tame. Was he someone’s pet once? He had no collar, but he could’ve been lost years ago.

With the warmth of the fox in your lap, it’s easy to drift off to sleep for a quick nap.

-

Tsunotarou’s gone when you wake up. At first you think he’s just gone off to explore the house, but you’ve checked every room and he’s nowhere to be found. Which would normally be fine (he is a wild animal after all, he deserves to be where he belongs) except for the fact that no doors nor windows were open or broken. Tsunotarou had disappeared with no explanation.

-

You awaken to a familiar warmth, the brush of something soft against your bare legs.

“Were you hiding somewhere Tsunotarou?” You smile, eyes still closed as you snuggle against- skin?

“Not hiding. I had some business to attend to.”

Your eyes pop open as whatever is in your bed circles its arms around you, letting out a scream as two very human eyes stare back at you. You scramble out of its hold.

“What the hell?! Who are you? Get out of my bed!”

He pouts. “You just said yourself, I’m Tsunotarou.”

“No, Tsunotarou is a-” It’s only then you take notice of the dark ears poking out of his head and the three tails swaying behind him. “How did you- never mind, just get out of my bed first! Who told you you could be there?”

He steps out from your sheets, thankfully clothed in a loose black kimono. “My apologies. Children of man have changed much since I last spoke to one. I did not realize I would alarm you with my presence in this form.”

“So what, you’re some kind of monster?”

Malleus frowns. “I prefer the term creature. Monster suggests something…wicked.”

“Alright, creature then.” You narrow your eyes. “What kind?”

He approaches you and ruffles your hair, sharp claws dragging gently against your scalp before you have the chance to pull away. “Surely you can guess by my form. Have you truly never encountered a kitsune before?”

“A kitsune? I thought they were only tales told by bored grandparents.”

“I’m a mori kitsune, so it’s understandable you’ve never seen my kind before. But it’s likely you’ve met a different kind of kitsune who prefers the more…urban spaces that children of man typically occupy.”

“You don’t like being around humans?”

He hums. “I wouldn’t say that’s true. Rather, the opposite seems to be the case. Most children of man find me…unsettling, despite my best efforts.” He makes eye contact, a small smile appearing on his face. “But not you. You took care of me.”

“When…when I thought you were a fox.”

“Technically, I am still a fox,” he says cheekily.

You glare weakly, but your ire doesn’t seem to break his good mood.

-

You’re out gathering herbs for dinner when you spot it. A trickle of deep red, so dry it almost looks brown, which builds into a streak across the ground, as though whatever left it behind was dragged as it thrashed.

Although you know you live in a forest full of wild animals, the scenes you’ve come across recently have been…odd. Brutal. As though whatever’s been killing and eating the animals has a strangely horrifying way of committing the act, leaving behind carnage, but never a body.

You force yourself to shake off the unsettling feeling and return back home once you’re done.

-

“Hello, my dear.”

You jump slightly at the voice. Tsunotarou sits on your couch when you return. You’d asked him to leave the previous day, after your long bouts of questioning left you exhausted and unable to deal with all the information. He seems to have returned to reclaim the same place he occupied as a fox. You don’t bother asking how he got in.

“Hello…Tsunotarou? It feels strange to keep calling you that made up name…do you plan to offer your own?” you ask as you put away the things you’d gathered in your cupboards.

He waits for a moment to respond, considering your words. “I suppose I can, although I do not mind your other name for me. You may call me Malleus, if you wish.”

“Malleus, huh. Why do I feel like I’ve heard your name before?”

“Perhaps in another lifetime, you spoke it often,” his smile grows as you turn around and look at him skeptically. “Just jesting, of course.”

You roll your eyes when you turn around. He’s certainly made himself comfortable with you; you can’t really say the same, considering how long you’ve known each other.

Still, you’re so unsettled by what you’ve been seeing for the past few weeks, you risk allowing him to believe you’re closer than you are to have someone to talk to about it.

“You wander out in the woods at night, right? Have you seen the blood and…things, left behind by something?”

His reply is delayed, but you barely take notice. “Yes, I have.”

“Isn’t it disturbing? I just keep thinking, what’s moved into the forest to do something like that, like it’s some kind of performance of torment instead of an animal eating to survive.”

Malleus only hums, offering you no comfort. “I never considered that.”

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence. You start on dinner, and he seems content to watch you from the couch. Since he’s already here, you offer to make a larger portion so he can have some as well.

“Thank you, but I’ve already dined today,” he replies.

It’s only once you’ve finished cooking and have settled into your kitchen table that Malleus makes his way from the couch to occupy the seat across from you.

You’re halfway through your soup when a question forms in your head.

“Malleus, how did you get hurt when I found you?” You look up at him, his green eyes finding yours.

Another pause before he answers. “It was a mere tussle with a…friend.”

“A friend did that to you? I thought you were going to die?!”

“Well, perhaps he would not consider me a friend. And while your concern is certainly endearing, I was in no true danger. Did you happen to notice how fast my wounds healed?”

“I guess I did…” Although it raises the question why he’s so insistent on clinging to you when you barely did anything to care for him, let alone save his life. “Your friend…where is he now?”

“Across the field. What children of man call ‘your neighbour’.”

“Leona? Leona did that to you? How is that even possible, I thought kitsune are infinitely stronger than humans?”

“Is that what he told you?” Malleus drawls.

“No, you’re the one who told me…what do you mean?”

He sighs in understanding. “Never mind, I suppose that is his business to tell you.”

“To tell me what?”

“Why don’t you pay your ‘friend’ a visit? It seems you have some things to discuss.”

-

Leona answers within a few seconds of your knocking, standing in the doorframe. When you stare at him without saying anything, his tail starts swishing in discomfort. Since when has he had a tail?

“You need something, herbivore? That little fox causing you trouble?”

You ignore his question. “Can I come in?”

He doesn’t reply, swinging the door open and stepping out of the way. You take off your shoes at the door and head into his living room.

“Make yourself at home, I guess,” he grumbles, following you.

You turn around to face him. “Why did you hurt Malleus? How do you even know a kitsune?”

“‘Malleus,’ is he now? What happened to Tsunotarou?”

“I didn’t know he wasn’t just a fox, okay? You didn’t tell me, but apparently you knew this whole time?”

He looks away from you. “I figured the problem would resolve itself. Kitsune aren’t exactly known for sticking around humans. Unfortunately, it seems he’s taken an interest in you.”

“And you fought him? Do you have a death wish? There’s no way a human could take on a kitsune!”

“I’m not- never mind. Let’s just say I was in an…altered state of mind. Wasn’t thinking clearly. Can we leave it at that?”

“That’s all you’re going to give me? No explanation for why you attacked him? Are you responsible for all the brutal animal killings too?”

Leona rolls his eyes. “You’re accusing me? Like you don’t already know how those happened.”

“What?”

“You can’t be serious. Are you really this obtuse?”

“Just spit it out, Leona.

“Malleus is the one who eats them, idiot. He’s a fox who likes to play with his prey”

“But- his fox form is petite? How is that possible?”

Leona rolls his eyes. “He can go from fox to human but that’s your concern? He’s magic and a trickster, so don’t believe everything your senses tell you.”

-

You think Malleus has left by the time you return from Leona’s, but he’s really made himself at home in your bedroom instead. You don’t bother addressing it yet.

“Why did you lie to me?”

His eyes look up from his book. Your book. “I have never lied to you, child of man.”

“Leona told me the truth! I know you’re the one who’s been killing those poor animals. How can I trust you, no, feel safe around you after you lied, and did…all that.”

“Your ‘neighbour’ is just the same as me. Do you no longer trust him as well?”

You sit down beside him on the bed. “Leona’s a kitsune?”

Malleus chuckles. “No. He has lied to you, though. He is not human but wolf. He hunts, just the same as I do. He just happens to be better at cleaning up his messes, I suppose.”

“I…I guess that makes sense. But that’s different. I know Leona, he’s my friend. And he doesn’t torment his prey.”

Malleus’ ears sag and he pouts. “I believed we were friends as well. We dined together. I slept in your bed.”

“When I thought you were an animal! Now you’re somebody else.”

“I am the same. It wounds me terribly that you’d change your opinion of me based on my appearance.” He sighs. “I suppose it’s only natural. Others often judge me quickly as well.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You know it’s not like that. If I’d met you like this, I wouldn’t have…”

“Wouldn’t have treated me so kindly?”

“No, I just…I don’t know how it is for you kitsune, but for humans, sharing a bed is…”

“Intimate?” he offers. “I am aware. I simply believed you were enamoured with me. ‘Love at first sight,’ isn’t that what children of man like to say?”

“You were a fox,” you deadpan.

“And now, I am human. Primarily.” His ear twitches. “I know now that changes things, but perhaps it is for the better? There’s many things I’ve yet to try in this form, and now I have my own child of man to teach me. Delightful, isn’t it?”

“Hm, I guess so. You can’t sleep with me, though.”

He tilts his head. “In what sense?”

You try to flick him on the forehead but he stops you, linking his hand with your own instead. “Do you even know how- uh-”

He laughs. “Yes, I am aware how children of man mate.”

“Never mind, we’ve gotten off track.” You glare at him. “I’m still angry with you.”

“I am aware. I find your flushed look quite compelling.”

“I wish you hadn’t lied to me.”

“Technically, I hadn’t. You never asked if it was I who killed them.” He shakes his head. “Kitsune must eat, but I would have never done so in that manner, if I had known it would be upsetting to you. I haven’t since our conversation, and I will not going forward, I promise you, dear child of man.”

“You’d do that? For me?”

“Of course. Anything for you, my darling.”

“But why? I’ve barely done anything for you?”

“You offered me kindness, which is in short supply for kitsune. And I find I quite like your abode.” He moves closer, catching your chin in his hand and turning you to face him. “I would enjoy spending more time here, if it would be permissible to you?”

“I guess that would be okay…but no funny business.”

His lips twitches. “None at all.”

-

Despite his inexperience with humans, Malleus learns how to settle into your life well. Tonight, he’s even insisted on cooking for you. He’s been practicing for a while, so you’re intrigued to finally try what he’s prepared.

As he plates the food in front of you, the smell wafts until you’re practically drooling. You catch him with a self-satisfied smile from the corner of your eye, as he watches you feast on the food he’s made for you.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s very good, thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Once the two of you finish your food, you take a seat beside one another on the couch. Malleus pulls out a small pouch. “I have something for you, my child of man.”

“A gift? You didn’t have to, Malleus.”

“I wished to. Now please, present me your hand.”

He takes your hand gently into his grip and straps on a stunning silver bracelet. It’s slim, but engraved with symbols, each segment a different kind.

“Thank you, Mal. I love it. Where did you get it, all the way out here?”

“I have had it in my possession for a very long time. Centuries, perhaps. It holds a protection spell from a strong mage. It will protect you, as you once protected me.”

You don’t know what to say, so you turn to hug him instead. You throw your arms around Malleus, squeezing him. It takes no longer than a moment for him to squeeze back.

It’s an hour later, once you’re in the middle of a game of chess, that Malleus speaks while moving his pawn.

“Do children of man desire life mates? I’ve observed, you live all by your lonesome.”

“A partner? Yeah, but not many options living out here.” You move your knight.

“Surely, there are some you might consider.” He moves another pawn.

“Nah, I’m not interested in Leona like that.”

“I did not mean the wolf. Someone a bit closer to yourself. Perhaps in this very room.”

“If you want to say something, you should say it. Humans prefer that.”

“Duly noted. Child of man, I desire to be your mate.”

-

The next time Leona comes to drop off your exchange of goods, he enters without announcing himself and accidentally gets an eyeful of you and Malleus making out on your couch.

“Leona! Knock much?!”

“Hello, Kingscholar.”

“Draconia.”

You shift your eyes between the two of them. It’s not exactly tense, but there seems to be no love lost between them.

Leona turns back to you. “So, you’re shacking up with him now?” His face scrunches up. “Do I need to prepare myself for little hybrid brats running around here sometime soon?”

“Says you, Mister I-forgot-to-mention-I’m-a-werewolf.”

Leona snickers. “I didn’t forget, I just didn’t feel like telling you. Humans can be annoying about those kinds of things.” He glances back to Malleus at your side. “Guess I didn’t have to worry about that, huh?”

“They are more kind than most humans, to be sure.”

“Right, and you’re not just saying that because you’ve been scr-”

“Leona!” you cut him off. “Thank you for bringing the meat. Your veggies and herbs are on the counter in the brown bag.”

He grabs his things and heads out the door, pausing to drop one last cheeky comment: “I guess if I hear you screaming, I shouldn’t worry this time. Maybe just for your legs.”

Malleus chuckles. “I will be gentle.”

“Hey, don’t enable him!”

-

A/N: Inspired by Hozier’s “It Will Come Back” !!!

don’t let me in with no intention to keep me / jesus christ, don’t be kind to me / honey, don’t feed me, it will come back ~

[madlittlecriminal]

Hiya! It was my 21st on the 17th! Could I get a birthday request with any of the following characters?

Spencer Reid Miguel O'Hara Eggsy Jonathan Crane Hobie Brown.

As always Im a sucker for confession stories and major fluffiness haha

GN!Reader's Birthday [blurbs]

omg happy belated birthday love! i hope your birthday was amazing! i did all of them because i love them all and i couldn't decide.

Warnings: age gap, fluff, mentions of alcohol

note: hi. if you're new, welcome! i typically write my characters soft. any character here that you feel is out of character is because im a firm believer that they are soft strictly for their s/o no matter how grumpy or evil they are.

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Spencer Reid (established relationship):

With a memory like his, your birthday would always end up in you being spoiled with your favorite things. This year was different since you both were dating, and he wanted to make it extra special for you. Not only did he get you your favorite cake flavor, but he also took the whole week off of work for you, wanting to make it extra special for you. He cooked a dinner for you...but the recipe was wrong, so the food was a bit saltier than anything else, so you both just ordered take out instead and watched your favorite movie on the couch and cuddling.

Miguel O'Hara (friends to lovers/confession):

You were one of the few people he liked, so when Jess mentioned it was your birthday, he mumbled a soft "mierda" (shit) before rushing out of his office and heading to a nearby panadería (bakery) and bought a cake, asking the man behind the counter to write your name on it and rushing back to the Society building. Funny enough, your name was now smeared all over the cake, making you laugh when you saw it. You would thank him, and he'd smile. To you, that was the best birthday gift you could ask for...right? Well, it would've been if Miguel didn't end up turning into a major softy and confessed his love for you.

Eggsy (established relationship):

He would invite you to a pub to celebrate with a few drinks after taking you out to dinner. Naturally, he would tell the waiter that it was your birthday, so the other waiters and waitresses would come out with a dessert and sing the happy birthday song. You were in between wanting to hate him or wanting to love him since he got you a free dessert but made a big deal out of it. At the pub, he'd buy your favorite drink (alcohol-free or not) and would simply just talk to you about his job that you knew had nothing to do with tailoring suits. The night would eventually end with him giving you a ride home and kissing you goodnight.

Jonathan Crane (friends to lovers/confession):

This man was something else. He wasn't sure what to do for your birthday and he was stressed. The one time when you both became best friends, he gifted you the knowledge of knowing he was Scarecrow...but that was two years ago. He was losing his mind on what to do, so he kept it simple and invited you to his place for a movie. He tried baking a cake, he really did, but this man was a whiz in the kitchen of a lab, not of a home. He gave you a shy smile when he showed you the burnt cake and you thanked him for at least trying. Instead, he lit a pumpkin shaped candle and told you to make a wish; he decorates early for Halloween, don't judge him. The night ends with you cuddled up against him after he told you he loved you more than a friend.

Hobie Brown (established relationship):

To say that he confused you in the best way was an understatement. He told you birthdays weren't his thing, but it seemed like for you, he would do absolutely anything. He bought you cupcakes to celebrate and told you his gift would be different than every other year. It kind of saddened you since you loved going on protests with him, but alas, you waited for the gift. When he took out his electric guitar and played a song you didn't recognize with it. Once he was done, you tilted your head to the side, and he told you he wrote it for you as a gift for your birthday. You would then thank him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You both shared the cupcakes, but you drew a smiley face on his cheek with some icing, causing him to laugh and kiss you softly.

[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (I.4)

IV. Pumpkins, mischief, and trolls

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You were testing barriers

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, injuries in Quidditch

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Notes: Here we go again muahaha This ofc isn’t getting enough traction and I get it… I really hope that it does later on because I'm really excited  :( 

You were in the astronomy tower with Blaise, Draco and Matthew, you had brought, as promised, your telescope and were trying to explain the homework to Matt, that was only mocking the boys and not paying attention, it was sort of frustrating

When he spoke to you, Draco quickly answered for you, or simply stood between the both of you, you didn’t understand why, but finally he managed to see the constellation he picked and wrote down some things in a parchment, and then it became late and you had to come back to the commonroom so you wouldn’t be caught after hours out of bed.

Blaise and Matthew walked in front of you, and you managed to grab Draco and pull him back, as soon as you were walking by his side you asked him, point blank

“Are you ashamed of me?”, you asked bluntly, he looked at you frowning, like that was the most stupid thing you had ever say

“Why would you think that?”, he snapped

“You never introduced me to your other friends”, you said quickly

“I did! you know Crabbe and Goyle”, he said easily

“But not Nott and Zabini”, you corrected, “Or Matthew”

“He is different”, he said, quickly, “I didn’t know it was so important”

“I feel like I’m an outsider”, you said

“YOU ARE NOT!”, he snapped

“Is it because we don’t know who my father was?”, you asked shyly

“We know he was one of the sacred 28 that is enough for me!”, he said back, yes actually that is the only thing you knew about him, him and the fact you didn't have any direct family like grandparents or uncle and aunts

“But still…”, you murmured

He had this guilty look on his face, after he told you you couldn’t borrow his racing broom he had at the manor, when he didn’t want to share but he felt guilty because it was you

“You are my best friend”, he said, as he was actually not only apologizing but giving an explanation. 

You decided to drop it, as you got to the common room and separated to go to your own rooms.

“Good night”, you said shyly

“Good night”, said Draco and Blaise as they walked towards their room, and Matthew just stood there and watched you go inside your room.

The very next day, you had defense against the dark arts, which you, by reading your book, thought it was going to be the most interesting class, but alas, you had Professor Quirrel

He wasn’t a bad teacher, but the way he spoke nervously, and stuttered a lot, made you nervous and it was hard to follow his instructions, and he always spoke sentences as questions, so you didn’t know if he was making a statement

But you did well in his class

And just like that, weeks went by and now you were enjoying the Hallowe'en feast, you loved Halloween, you loved to carve the pumpkins, and the candy, and you felt like it was the only day of the year in which wizards and witches could mingle in the muggleborn without being treated as weird

The muggles were the weird ones, you thought 

Anyways, tomorrow, the classes were suspended because of the holiday, and you were going to go to the pumpkin patch outside of Hargrid’s house to grab pumpkins to carve and bewitch. It was one of the few activities that were available for first and second years since you weren’t allowed to go to Hogsmeade, the little town near the castle grounds 

Draco did not want to go, under any circumstances to go near “Harry Potter’s best friend Hagrid”, but you did, so he was forced to accompany you and Millicent, who also showed interest

“I dare you to eat one of those”, mocked Mathhew to Draco, pointing at a bowl of magical gummy eyes, they were enchanted to look and move like real eyes, but they were made of gummy, but they give you the creeps because of how… wet… they looked

“No way!”, laugh Draco, “I’ll give you my next treat box if you eat one”, you giggled as you grabbed a huge black and orange lolly as a dessert

“TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!”, a scream interrupted everyone as professor Quirrel entered the great hall running desperately, “TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!”, he screamed again as he was running to the huge table where the teachers were, “I thought you should now!”, he said wobbly, and collapsed to the floor

You exchanged concerned looks with Draco and you both screamed at the top of your lungs in desperation alongside all of the students

A troll! They were huge, smelly and dangerous!

“SILENCE!”, Screamed Professor Dumbledore, “Everyone will please, not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their houses back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons”, he concreted, and your own Prefect did his best, though you all pushed each other to exit the hall, considering that your common room was actually near the dungeons 

But you didn’t encounter any trolls on your way there, and then you were safe inside it.

The very next day, the only thing everyone was talking about, is how Potter single handedly defeated the mountain troll that sneaked into the school, Draco was frowning all day in the pumpkin patch until you brought the pumpkins back to the common room.

It was a fun afternoon, MIlicent and you had carved the pumpkins, and Umbra was perched on your chair, eating the seeds you had leftover, it was quite funny actually.

You carved a toothy grin on your pumpkin, with sharp eyes, it looked a bit diabolical, MIlicent opted for a more complacent face for hers.

“You have the spell?”, you asked, just when Draco came back accompanied by Blaise, Theo, Matthew, Greg, Vince, Pansy and Daphne

“What are you both doing?”, asked Theo, making you both blush, it was no secret that he was the cutest boy in your class

“Head full of seeds, a funny bloke, make this pumpkin talk and joke!”, she chanted pointing at her pumpkin with her wand, and in a second the pumpkin started moving its face

“Welll…. hello!”, he said with a sharp voice, you gasped, surprised, taking out your wand, when the pumpkin started to speak rapidly, looking all around 

“Wicked!”, muttered Crabb, and everyone grabbed a pumpkin and started carving 

“Head full of seeds, a funny bloke, make this pumpkin talk and joke!”, you repeated religiously, and surely enough, the face of your pumpkin started moving, showing you an even wider, more devilish smirk

“Hello little lady”

“Would you tell me a joke?”, you asked

“No… but I know some good ol’ limericks that might interest you”, you were concerned to say the least, “There was a professor at Hogwarts, who had a complete set of Rose Quartz, he cleaned them and used them, but then he stored his…”

“NO!”, you interrupted him, afraid he would say something naughty

Your friends made their own Pumpkins, and they they brought them to life

Let’s just say that didn’t end well, you learn like 20 naughty words, and the noise got so loud, Professor Snape quashed all your pumpkins because they started singing dirty songs and jokes who made all the people in the painting to go away embarrassed and upset 

That was very funny, you had never laughed so much in your life, to see Snape’s face 

You giggled when you remembered it 

The other thing you did while you had free time, is to search for the trophies in the common room, specially the ones of Quidditch, your house won a lot! you had to train A LOT this summer so next year you were going to be able to make it to the team, as it was yours and Draco’s dream.

Only one year the Slytherin team had won every year, and you manage to steal a picture of the yearbook 1978 of the library of it, and you managed to actually ask the prefect to see that year’s playbook, and studied the plays, which he found odd, but didn’t say anything

Speaking of Quidditch….

Today was your first Quidditch game! not as players but as spectators, much to Draco’s dismay and pouts 

Your first Quidditch Game! 

But you were excited nonetheless, you were going to play against Gryffindor, the best game of the year!, and you couldn’t wait, maybe Potter would fall of his broom

So you put on your favorite piece of clothing of the uniform, the thick wooden gray and emerald green scarf, you fixed your hair in a way that it wouldn’t bother your eyes, because it might be windy up there in the boxes, and you ran out of the girl’s rooms to meet Draco in the Common Room

Soon you were cheering up in the boxes when the Slytherin team show up first, obviously, and they started flying around the field

You and Draco and the rest of your year were all in attendance in the same box and cheered loudly for the team, they looked so cool! you loved the dark green and the capes flying behind them, you couldn’t wait to join the team next year! 

A boy Lee Jordan, from Gryffindor, was narrating the match, and you thought it was like watching a game between England and Bulgaria narrated by a Bulgarian, so… Madam Hooch, your teacher from the flying lessons, was refereeing, as she stood in the middle of the field.

She had her broom in her hand, and the players of both teams got together around her ina  circle, the seeked even higher from the ground. 

Soon she grabbed the Quaffle, and threw it into the air, starting the game. 

A girl from the Gryffindor teams snatched it pretty quickly, she was fast and you really admired that.

You found Quidditch really breathtaking, professional players were so quick and smooth, and this was proven to be no different, your first Hogwarts Quidditch match! wow.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor -- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too --"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor., giggled the narrator, "And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve -- back to Johnson and -- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -- Flint flying like an eagle up there -- he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and -- OUCH -- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger -- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins -- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger -- sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which -- nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes -- she's really flying -- dodges a speeding Bludger -- the goal posts are ahead 149 -- come on, now, Angelina -- Keeper Bletchley dives -- misses -- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" 

How could he breathe? you wondered 

The Gryffindors cheered loudly, luckily they were on the other side of the field, they were so annoying.

You saw both seekers, Potter and Higgs, flying above them all, watching carefully their surroundings for the sneakiest of the balls, the golden snitch

you looked back to the field and to your joy, your captain Marcus Flint took hold of the Quaffle, as he evaded a Bludger throw at him by one of the Weasley Twins

The father of the Weasleys had been to your house in the name of the ministry, searching for strange artifacts; your grandfather had to come all the way from France to recover dear artifacts that were family treasures. He was so upset it required weeks to convince him to let you stay in England.

But anyways, back to the game in question….

"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -- wait a moment -- was that the Snitch?"

The game seemed to stop as Pucey dropped the quaffle as he looked over his shoulders at the golden dop flying furiously and randomly.

Slytherin’s seeker darted towards it, faster that you had ever seen, and Potter too.

He had a Nimbus, and that gave him clear advantage.

A professor had given him that broom, was that even fair? You shook your head trying o wipe those thoughts out of your mind, and then… Flint scored for Slytherin

The entire box and the one next to it exploded in cheers and chants 

Flint was waiting for a pass from Pucey, intercepting Harry and he got himself an infraction for interfering, you growled in frustration 

The bludgers started to take more stage, flying more furiously as Gryffindor took possession again and the game became quicker and even more violent, of course the Slytherin were on edge because of the skills of Harry, which surprised everyone as it was his very first game

And then, loud gasps and shouts took everyone’s attention to Potter. When you managed to spot him, he was flying frantically, it seemed like he had lost control of his broom! you wanted to laugh, his broom was failing him! but then you gasped when he almost fell from it, barely hanging on with one of his hands, he was too high in the air! he could really harm himself if he falls

“What's happening to Potter?”, asked Zabini

“Too much broom for such a little Git”, mocked Draco and everyone laughed 

He started zigzagging in the air and everyone saw it, screaming and gasping, the Gryffindors asking for a timeout

But when Madame Hooch did anything to prevent it, the game kept going, Slytherin had taken possession again and 

You were winning! with 90 points and Gryffindor by 30, it was so exciting! you were wondering if they could manage to make more points that the snitch was worth, as you saw Terence HIggs and he was flying randomly, clearly he didn’t have the snitch on sight

You turned back to look at Potter and he seemed to have regain balance and control of his broom

You couldn’t believe that barely weeks ago he didn’t even know what Quidditch was and now he was playing for Seeker in Gryffindor

The snitch apparently showed itself to Potter, as he and even Terence spotted and started chasing it quickly 

They both were pretty high in the air and darted downwards towards the ground quickly, HIggs stopped but Potter kept going, his arm in the air ready to catch it. 

He fell to the ground, and he looked like he was going to be sick and then, to everyone’s surprise, he coughed up the snitch. 

"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head

Nobody really knew what was going on

"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it", your captain fought hard for the “win” to be dismissed, but the win was proclaimed and there was no turning back

Draco, instead of sad because we lost, he had that face that told you he was cooking up a plan

“The team is there, we need a better seeker”, and he was going to be that seeker next year

You smiled back at him

We still had two more games to watch, against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff

You still had chances to win the Quidditch cup

[chaoticspeedrun]

Brighter to my eyes 2

Summary: Leo is good at reading people, it's what makes him a good strategist, but those blue hues of hers elude his sharp intuition.

Perhaps if they didn't he'd realize he didn't have to change himself for her to see him like he wants her to.

A.N. I wrote this fanfic over an idea of Rise! Leo using a cloacking brooch to hide his true self but it evolved into something way bigger, this fic will takes place in ROTTMNT after "Newsworthy" but April is 18 starting college instead of in High School, while the MC and Raph are 17, the twins 16 and Mikey 15.

Pairing: Rise!Leo x OC, Leo x Reader

Warnings: Angst, FLUFF, Sibling shenanigans, MC is a nerd, but a mean nerd in leather.

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"GUYS GUYS GUYS!"

April rushed into the lair taking Leo by surprise as he stumbled from the top of the ramp on his skateboard with a yelp, colliding against Raph.

"Guys you won't believe this!" April stated excitedly while ignoring the chaos she'd caused.

Mikey grinned at her "Hey April! What's up?" He tilted his head questioningly.

"Victoire Blanchet is what's up" she said looking very proud.

"The girl you said would never even know you existed?" Donnie asked without removing his eyes from his phone screen.

"Well, yes, but I was wrong because she just invited the five of us to her halloween party!" she exclaimed holding up the invites.

"WHAT?!" the four turtles rushed over to her and each took one invite examining them carefully.

"B-but how did you get this?! She only invites her friends to this party! It's like, super exclusive!" Leo asked turning the invite over on his hands with sparkly eyes.

"You guys are looking at Victoire's newest friend who she spent the whole afternoon with" April exclaimed proudly before narrating what had happened.

"Oh but she has terrible taste in Jupiter Jim movies-"

"She likes Jupiter Jim?" Mikey asked with a bright grin and fists clenched in excitement while Leo scoffed and pulled out his phone.

"Yeah-duh she does, and April doesn't know what she's talking about because the JJ highlight on her instagram shows she has incredible taste actually" Leo showed off his phone with a story about Jupiter Jim sails the seven galaxies to which Raph and Mikey 'ooohed' while Donnie and April shook their heads in disapproval.

"Well there clearly had to be something wrong with her" Donnie stated like he knew it was coming "Alas, for an artist bad taste could be fatal, sigh."

"Anyways" April went back on track "I mentioned you guys when we were talking about JJ and when she invited me to her party she invited you guys too!"

"Oh! Oh! what did you mention about me?" Mikey asked

"Did you talk about my dashing good looks?" Leo asked running a hand through his head.

"But surely you didn't mention our whole uh, situation" Raph asked pointing vaguely at himself and his brothers.

"No, BUT it doesn't matter, because this is a costume party and you guys are excellent costume makers" April said pointing to the invitation where in a corner it said 'Be spooky or get droopy'.

"We are? Ow" Donnie asked before getting nudged by April "I mean, we are! Of course!"

"Oh we're going to be the best JJ turtle aliens they've ever seen!" Leo smirked.

-

Up until the night of the party they were perfecting details on their Jupiter Jim alien costumes and a space cadet costume to match for April, all of them excited on their way to the haunted house.

Leo was the most excited about it and kept adjusting his fanny pack as he walked.

After reaching the place April tried to surpress her excitement to look cool seeing Victoire at the front greeting some people and guiding them to the backyard.

The house was huge and dark, the yard filled with glowing pumpkins and skeletons looking as if they were crawling out of the ground, one of them hanging from a tree as well as an inflatable black cat with a 'Happy Halloween' poster in its paws, the house itself though it looked old had obviuously been renewed recently, mixing the old with new details that helped the creepy look.

When April got closer she noticed Victoire's costume, she was dressed as Kid Pursuit, a hero sidekick who April only knew from Leo's comic book collection, her hair had been temporarily dyed red and her outfit included a leather jacket and skates the character didn't usually wear.

Victoire looked at them as they neared and a smile grew on her face as she waved at April "Hey, you made it! And these must be your friends, hi!"

April grinned "Yeah! These are Raph, Donnie, Mikey and Leo" She said pointing at each turtle as they all gave a little wave at her, except Leo who was surprisingly quiet "Guys, this is Victoire!"

"Woah" Victoire seemed entranced "Your costumes are stunning! You guys really are artists, how did you make them?! No one who's arrived looks as good!" she said with an attentive gaze that put them a little on edge.

"Oh this? Well not to gate keep but the methods utilized for the production of our costumes are absolutely classified! Top secret" Donnie claimed quickly, and while he seemed nervous Victoria just chuckled and nodded.

"Alright alright, keep your secrets, so let me make sure I got this right" Victoire pointed at the red wearing turtle "Raph, short for Raphael?" he nodded and smiled at her.

Victoire pointed at the purple turtle eyebrow raised "Donatello?" to wich he curtsied in confirmation, she smiled and pointed at the blue turtle who seemed surprised as she paid attention to him.

"Leonardo, right?" she grinned and Leo visibly swallowed before smiling at her and mustering the best smirk he could.

"At your service, but girls like you can call me Neon Leon" He immediately looked like he regretted his words but calmed slightly as Victoire just chuckled before continuing.

"Okay, Leon then" she said before turning to Mikey, giving Leo the chance to straighten his legs that suddenly felt a little unstable.

"And last but not least Michelangelo? Can I call you Angelo?"

"You got it girl!" Mikey grinned and she nodded happily at them.

"Well welcome! Come on! Everyone is in the back and later we're going to have a test of valour inside the house, whoever goes through the most rooms wins"

As she guided them in the guys all stared in awe at the backyard were the real party was being held.

Despite the house being old, which was perfect for the theme, the backyard had the most work done to it, there was a huge pool decorated with fake frogs with tiny hats, many tables with spiderweb themed tablecloths and cauldrons in the middle with smoke coming out of them, a beautiful garden fully decorated with more pumpkins, bones and gnomes popping out from strange places, there was even a piñata that looked like mothman waiting by the side.

The guys were ecstatic as they admired the place and everyone's costumes, soon a couple approached Mikey telling him they loved his costume and the stickers, Mikey happily started conversing with them about stickers and they all started sharing their art.

April and Raph quickly found the snacks table and started timidly chatting with some people around about how good the food was, slowly starting to look more comfortable.

Donnie was surprised by some Jupiter Jim fans who were talking to him about the series and how realistic his tech looked, to which he started showing off how real it actually was.

Leo however glanced at the girl that was still beside him, listening to his brother's conversation and looking around.

His throat was dry.

He knew she was pretty, anyone with social media in New York had stumbled onto her picture at least once, and yet he now realized she wasn't the photogenic sort, because her pictures weren't close to the real thing, she exuded confidence out of her very being, she walked with purpose, like she owned the world and like everyone else believed she did.

To some it might seem arrogant, but she didn't feel like that, Leo started understanding why April wanted to be her friend so badly.

"So, Kid pursuit the first?" He asked making her turn her attention from his twin to him "Or the third? Because the googles look like the original's but the jacket doesn't, it looks amazing though"

As Leo spoke of the character she was dressed at Victoire's eyes sparkled at him and his stomach turned "I'm dressed as the first, but I just thought I'd need a jacket for the cold and also just because I thought it would look cool" she said "You've read the Hot Pursuit comics?"

He grinned more confidently this time "Yeah! But I'd never met a fan of Kid Pursuit most people pick Hot Pursuit or another sidekick like Nightingale"

She rolled her eyes "Ugh, I know! And most don't even realize the Hot Pursuit they grew up with is Kid Pursuit grown up and taking the mantle."

Leo was elated as their conversation kept going rapidly like a ping pong match between both excited teens about comic books like the pair of nerds they were and he started feeling more comfortable.

"Ok, so, why the turtle aliens from Jupiter Jim?" She asked curiously and he tensed a little.

"Ah well, it was just indubitably such a great arc, you know? My brother's and I were thinking it'd be a challenge."

She hummed in agreement "It's just so realistic, did you use latex for the skin and then make up? Doesn't it stain?" She asked reaching up to his arm and before Leo could panic they heard someone calling her name, allowing him a chance to breathe again.

"Hey, I'm gonna announce the test of valour" Her friend (Scott, Leo thinks he heard) told her and Victoire nodded at him turning back to Leo for a moment.

"I'll be right back Okay? I wanna join you and your brothers on the test" she said before turning back around and meeting some of her friends at the top of the stairs to the house.

Scott called for everyone's attention and the volume of the music was lowered while everyone turned to look, Donnie turned back to his twin and the others joined them right after.

"Okay guys! Who's ready to go into the haunted house?"

There was a chorus of excited calls from the crowd as they all got closer to the entrance, Victoire lifted her arms and told everyone to make a line and groups to go inside.

"You can get a sticker inside every room that proves you went in, whoever has the most stickers at the end of the night wins and gets the trophy!" As Victoire said this one of her friends pulled up a trophy with the shape of a little ghost on it.

The turtles and April were all immediately aiming to win but Mikey looked especially excited at the whole idea and they all got in line to enter the house.

Once it was their turn Victoire approached April asking her if she could join their team "I have a good feeling about you guys going through the whole thing" she smirked and April nodded happily at her.

They all walked through the door being greeted with the dark inside of the house and the loud creaking of the floor as the music resumed outside.

[localplaguenurse]

I don’t think I ever explained the lore behind the creation of ginkgo trees.

It all started when my dear friend @granolabird sent this infamous screenshot with the prompt “first tag you see is how you die.”

And so I zoomed in on the middle and saw “aftermath of violence” and “marriage contracts” at the same time. I tell them, and then beta chimed in.

The thing is though, and she’s told me this a couple times, she was legit just rambling about an idea she had, but because it was through text I misinterpreted it as “hey you should totally write this fic.” Lucky for her I thought the idea went hard and started writing, and then everyone else thought it went hard.

Another fun fact: It was either I write this or a genshin Junji Ito crossover because by the time I started writing the fic, it was almost Halloween. There is a timeline where instead of writing my magnum opus I wrote a fic where Dottore meets Tomie and it gets just as bloody as you would expect it to be, and lemme tell you I don’t think it would have been as popular. Alas, maybe one day.

Tldr: beta gave me the idea but really this is all my DM’s fault and now I have a fan base I think

[time-lapse-games]

I finally made it

My wonderful alchemy lab

Hello everyone! Time for our weekly update on The Ash Black Cat and the Happy Ogre! (Uhm, today I’m pretty professional...?)

I’m still on the third floor, but... it’s coming together nicely. It took waaay more then expected, but... welp. 

Finally I was able to work on my alchemy lab! I was so excited for this map! It’s not gigantic like the library, but I personally LOVE how it turned out. Do you like it? I hope so! I don’t want to spoiler every single map, so here is a sneak peek!

(Maybe I’ll make the lights a little brighter...)

I also wrote new cutscenes, polished the eventing and various things, and made the light layers for some of the maps. Last but not least, I finally drew Gioele and Abele, the other important characters - and also a little cammeo from another person. 

I need to finish two big part of eventing in this floor and I can move on the fourth - I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, I’m almost finished for real! (Here.)

I think I’ll be able to actually publish the game on the deadline I choose, alas the next Halloween. I’m excited and also a little scared, but that’s because I have anxiety, so ignore me.

For now I’m dreaming to see a Let’s play, but no luck yet...

That’s all for now! Thanks, everyone, for reading my posts and generally sticking around. 

Remember, if you still haven’t tried out the demo, it’s here! And if you want to support the game, I have a Ko-fi. I’ll make a sketch as a thank you.

(Or you can just drop a like, reblog, everything is very much appreciated).

[postalninja]

Hi! From The Masks We Wear:

“It was a rare treat to have her with him in the field during a mission, even more so given the fact that she was dressed so impeccably as a sleek and elegant black cat. Her satin gown was a different cut from the one she'd worn on that unforgettable night in Mendoza, but it fit her just as perfectly, with a mermaid skirt which hugged her curves deliciously, and a strapless sweetheart neckline. Her opera-length black gloves were another reminder of Argentina, and the addition of a pair of tastefully bejeweled cat ears on her head and a Colombina half-mask with painted-on whiskers rounded out the ensemble.

47 hadn't known what to wear, and she had helped him settle on a Phantom Of The Opera costume. Of course, it was entirely possible that he would change his disguise before the night was over, so who was to say what else he might end up dressed as? A vampire, perhaps? Or even a pirate? Those were quite common options, at least according to his research.”

Wondered what inspired you for the costumes specifically, but anything you want to share is great :)

Oooo! This is an easy enough one for me to answer since I wrote this quite recently. So, costumes. Background info, I have a diploma in fashion design, so costumes are my jam. I thought that a black cat inspired-outfit would be fitting for Diana; both sexy and elegant. I started with her Mendoza dress as a baseline, but changed the details to make it distinct from it. And I wanted it to stay classy - no tacky details that would take away from the overall effect (Diana would never!) I actually spent a bit of time researching Venetian carnival masks, because at first I was just using the term 'half-mask', but I wasn't sure whether that would convey that it was the top half rather than the bottom half. So I specified the term Colombina because that was closest to the look I wanted. As for 47, something about him dressed as the Phantom of the Opera just seemed really fitting. Full disclosure, I have never seen the play or the film myself, so I don't know all the details of the story. Out of curiosity, I read a synopsis, hoping that I could borrow some suitable detail, maybe incorporating it into the method 47 would use to take out the target. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to fit very well with what I had in mind, so I leaned into the stage magician aspect instead. Deciding on the magician costume for the target was sort of the first thing that came to mind, but once I had settled on it, it turned out to be really fun! I loved the idea that 47 doesn't know about the classic pulling a rabbit from a hat trick, and that Diana wants to surprise him with that by bringing him to a magic show, knowing his fondness for bunnies ^_^ It was also fun to think about how 47 would view the tradition of dressing up for Halloween. He's always putting on costumes and pretending to be someone else, so I liked the idea of putting him in a situation where that opened up a lot of options for him (though alas, he didn't make use of the opportunity in the end!) The idea of him putting time into researching Halloween beforehand just struck me as so endearing - like, he doesn't completely understand it, but he wants to know what people typically dress up as and such. Adorable! Other than that, one notable thought is that I was inspired by two prompts in the tagset for this fic - the one I filled mentioned costume parties, the full moon, and the details of a mission fic with romantic undertones. But Spicycajun also had a request that mentioned the Isle of Sgail specifically - and that location is one of my top two favorites from the WOA trilogy! (the other is Dartmoor, naturally) It also fit the 'old castle' suggestion, so it was perfect! :D That's the gist of it! Thanks for the ask and letting me ramble! ^_^

[jamiscrazy4krerdly]

Happy Mermay gamers!! To celebrate I ate a gummy bear and wrote an ENTIRE 60 Chapter mermaid Krerdly fanfic just last night!! Not really but trust me I am tempted, instead here’s something smaller because I found the concept funny. I call this one… “Fishing For Crits”!

EXT. SECLUDED ROCKY SHORE SIDE - SUNSET

Merbird Berdly, posing tentatively against a rock with soggy feathers: I concur, you WOULD make good company for my impending excursions… alas, the only way for us to walk along the same soil is if I beseech THE SEA WITCH *lightning strike x4* to grant me a pair of stick-structured chicken legs and you’d be a PLEBIAN to think I’d go to such lengths for a single travel companion- ACK!

Kris cannonballs into the water, splashing the avi-phibian and further dampening his vaguely water resistant feathers.

Kris, grinning cheekily behind their already kelp-filled hair: Lets go turn me into a merperson.

Kris snatches up Berdly’s wing in their fishnet-styled, fingerless glove covered hands and watches him expectantly.

Berdly, adjusting his glasses (GOGGLES??) as his seafoam irises glimmer: Y-yes! Lets!

-one epic five-minute-swim adventure later-

Kris with their head in an air bubble: *signing at Catti that ghoul should totally give them gills and shit*

Catti with tentacle hair or whatever: k *blasts them with dark magic*

And then Kris swims out the door and shows Berdly (who was required to wait outside) that they are a mer now!!!! YAY!! Then the two of them go off to dress up and travel together and MAYBE fall in love, idk… you can’t really say for sure… its up to interpretation, really… (they eventually make a habit of gazing longingly into each others’ eyes and exchanging ocean facts late into the night as they lock their tails together and lay alongside one another at the bottom of the sea).

The End!!!!

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Okie that was fun, I’m just gonna type a bunch of randomly selected but definitely Deltarune related thoughts down now. :P

You won’t even believe which character I’m not done talking excessively about yet- it’s CATTI!! This demigirl just unlocked a new pronoun and by the goddess it is he. WOOHOO! Rockin that She/He/Ghoul swag… I probably won’t actively use it in my w.i.p fics because there’s almost always someone with a he pronoun on screen and I don’t want all that stuff to get jumbled up but it will DEFINITELY be in the fic tags and perhaps actively said by Catti ghoulself. YAYAYA!! Y’all have no idea how long I’ve been itching to post about this, applying the he pronoun to ghoul just makes so much sense to me idk how to describe it but yeah. YEAH!

I’m genuinely terrified of writing a Catti POV fic thing because I love a good side character that makes a lasting impression but I could TOTALLY flesh ghoul out more if I tried… maybe after I get through my current projects I’ll consider it.

SPEAKING OF PROJECTS!! I may or may not have three now. Derp. The new one is smaller and I’ll probably be done with it first to get it out of the way but I don’t plan to post it until the first two projects are done but yeah. Don’t think I’m going to do a Halloween fic afterall ;n; but there’s always next year.

Btw this is random but in my first ever Krerdly fic I had the two attend this thing called Alternative Prom and apparently that doesn’t… HAPPEN in the mainland?? I feel like I made it pretty clear what it was but I’m making a callback to it in my super secret fourth project *GASP* so I mine as well address it: Alternative Prom is a dance held specifically for LGBTQ+ teens, basically. I went once when I was in 8th grade and it was MAGICAL y’all… and then I proceeded to NEVER GET TO GO AGAIN because it got cancelled due to covid hitting during my freshman year and it hadn’t recovered by the time I graduated my senior year (this year) so yeah. I really hope it comes back for the future teens tho!! I MIGHT be romanticizing it a bit but oh my godssss was it such a fun night. I still have the rainbow flower crown and pin as a souvenir. I used to wear my pride shit to school like allll the time, I was a rainbow princex and shit!!! Hell yeah!! I’m a frickin inspiration!!

Ok ok less about me now. I lowkey already outright said so in my Valentines fic but I headcanon that Kris and Catti are exes, right? Well it’s about time that I reveal the dramatic story behind their breakup… Kris wanted to kindate Beastboy and Raven from Teen Titan with ghoul and when ghoul said no it was all over. </3 I hope I didn’t make anyone too emotional with that one. /s

BY THE WAY… a new challenger might have entered the ring that is my infested brain. I’m definitely not gonna tell you guys because it’s my little secret OK FINE it’s M.K!! They are the guy ever and I’m DEFINITELY biased due to their iconic role in Undertale (ty Ask Frisk and Co. ask blog for changing my life for the better). Anyway so yeah they’re awesome and they’re precious and if I’m alone for two seconds I’m going to start shipping them with everybody so. Uhm. Idk if the world is ready for my M.K x Berdly rare pair…

BUT THEY BETTER BE READY FOR CATSEI because it’s been festering in my mind an d oo ooh my g osh… it is so based……………. almost too based, honestly. Like in my headcanon-ing brain the puzzle pieces fit together really well (fashionista x fashion designer) but I don’t. Know... there’s like a mental block that’s not letting me enjoy much past the original idea of their first meeting. If I try to envision their domestic life together I end up with big blurry blanks in the picture where their bodies should be. Which is PRECISELY WHY in my SUPER SECRET FOURTH PROJECT that isn’t super secret anymore they will undertake a magical adventure together through a dark world and tighten their bonds and Jockington will tag along and maybe put them in precarious situations and help them… do something idk it’s just a spontaneously slapped on B-Plot addition to one of my older Krerdly fic ideas but idk maybe something beautiful will bloom out of it!! IN DUE TIME, because it’s gonna take a while. Yea yea yea. Plus I need the excuse to write Ralsei more. His jolly little clap has been one of my dominating stims for a while now.

Also!! Also!!!!! Uhm!! @v@‘ Not super related at all but as I briefly mentioned I finished high school recently and it’s scary (bad thing) and I’m not in contact with anyone I know from there anymore (good thing) and like I’m kind of a bump on a log that’s in dire need of a job (the library thing was a student position) and am definitely nearing a low mentally (very bad thing) BUT I am battling so hard and writing helps so much (it’s like the only active thing in my life right now lol) and yeah… it’s giving going into chat rooms in Amino and telling people I’m depressed (NOT SOMETHING I DID I SWEAR)

As a reward for making it this far here’s two out of four of my outfit boards for my not-so-secret third project that isn’t coming out anytime soon!! Once again featuring my ultra cringe sprite edit of Kris that gets me giggling every time and doesn’t even apply here because both of their eyes will be concealed in this one but yeah!

It’s so obvious I’m a Nintendo kid it’s not even funny. -v- (HIGHLY EMBARRASSING!!)

[sharky857]

🍦 🎃 🤲

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

hard to say. Maybe this one.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I might write them if I were inspired enough, as it happens with any other kind of story. I think I can count on the fingers of one hand this kind of fics, and my favourite one is also the latest I wrote for Stardew Valley (Spirits' Eve is just Halloween).

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Alas, having a moody muse combined with a tendency to write on the go, I have no WIPs atm. 😔

[icarus-suraki]

for the halloween asks: bat, cemetery, ghoul, king, mysterious, spell aaand gory, as a freebie ;)

Bat - What’s your favorite creature associated with Halloween?

I got your bat right here!

Cemetery - Have you ever gone ghosthunting? If not, would you?

I’ve never gone, alas. But would I go? Yes. The closest I’ve come was a presentation at the library from a group of local ghost-hunters that I had to set up and coordinate. They came in with all their videos and photos and audio recordings and all this good stuff, which was neat. I’m a major skeptic though, and I was not all that impressed with some of their “evidence.” But it was fun.

Unfortunately they also told a long story about investigating some off “activity” in a recently-constructed house. So no deaths, not a lot of time for residual stuff, not a place one would expect activity. But there was a teenage girl who lived in the house. I’m sitting in the back of the conference room like “Ah ha! It’s her. Teenage girls and poltergeist activity go way back.” But no. They claimed they’d tracked the energy back to the girl’s closet where she had one of those plastic reproduction Death Note notebooks. She’d written someone’s name in it, whatever--I mean, I had one of those notebooks, we all wrote each other’s names in it. And these Serious Ghost-Hunters were just sure that this thing, this “Death Note,” was the source of all the energy and activity. No, guys. You’ve fallen for the equivalent of standing under an A/C vent and thinking it’s a cold spot.

They did talk about visual snow for a while, which was different. And a woman in the audience talked to them after for quite a while (I was nearby because I needed to pack up the chairs) about how she felt like there was someone with her, like a ghost or something, and she thought it was this former boyfriend who had died and whatever whatever. The ghost-hunters seemed to think, yes, it was him and I think she asked them to come out to her house for investigations.

Anyway, even though I’m a huge skeptic and I will pick apart any photo, video, or audio evidence of “ghosts,” it would still be fun to be like “Yeah, but what if--?” and go out looking for ghosties.. 

Ghoul - What’s your favorite horror/Halloween song?

Without a doubt, “Beast of Blood” by Malice Mizer

It just 100% my Halloween/secret-inner-goth aesthetic. Red-black-white color scheme, Gothic Aristo and Lolita outfits, beautiful people with beautiful eyes, mysterious and dreamlike set of images... It’s perfect. I used the MV as inspiration for a half-written Godchild fanfic.

King - What’s your favorite Halloween tradition?

You mean, like, locally/personally or like in general? I’ll go with personal traditions. Actually, it’s more a familial tradition. Actually it’s two familial traditions.

We’ve got this vintage early 1980s slightly country-style fabric witch that we’ve hung on the fireplace for as long as I can remember. She’s riding on a broom almost in profile and she’s got to be, like, two feet across. She’s called Vick Vitch because the Wicked Witch figures as a character in the children’s book Each Peach Pear Plum and my brother couldn’t quite say “Wicked Witch” yet and it came out as “Vick Vitch.” It’s been nearly 40 years since she was named Vick Vitch and we still refer to her as Vick Vitch. 

(In recent years, my mom has made a small sign to hang nearby that says, “Yes I can drive a stick.”)

Besides that, my mom will always make this kind of ground beef and vegetable soup. She started making it when I was old enough to go out trick or treating, I think. It’s just an easy thing to make: brown the meat, add water and bullion, throw in frozen vegetables, throw in canned tomatoes, add a few spices and a bay leaf, then let boil. It can just simmer on the stove for hours, so she’d make it on Halloween night because she (or my dad but usually her) would be up and down all through supper answering the door for trick or treaters. She could just ladle up a bowl for each of us and that was it. We were good. We literally refer to this soup as “Halloween soup” now. We can eat it at Christmas and we’ll still call it “Halloween soup.”

A more recent tradition is that my dad and I will make some kind of goofy, electronic Halloween decoration. Like a little LED pumpkin. Or a black foamcore board bat with red LED eyes. It’s nothing for him to pull out a bunch of LEDs from his supplies and solder a little circuit together. It’s great.

I also like carving pumpkins pretty well. I like designing the pattern to cut.

Mysterious - What’s your favorite unsolved mystery?

Why must you ask me this??? This is such a hard question to answer because there are just so many fascinating unsolved mysteries. I’ve literally got a massive, massive “unsolved mysteries” iceberg in my drafts--and they’re not all murders or missing people either. Some are science and philosophy. And I don’t know all the topics on the list as it goes down further--for once. It’s got all the classics (Yuba County 5, Black Dahlia, Hinterkaifeck, the Monster of Florence, Taman Shud/the Somerton Man, Ted Cruz the Zodiac Killer, the Boy in the Box...) but there’s some weird, weird stuff in there. 

I guess... Hmm... If I’m going to pick one, I really like D.B. Cooper. No one (except maybe Cooper) died, no one was hurt, the plane landed, everyone go out, and it’s just such a bonkers story. I know intellectually that Cooper probably died after jumping out of the plane in a storm. But in my heart I want him to have survived. 

My favorite pet theory about D.B. Cooper is that he was actually a trans woman. She had transitioned at some point before the hijacking but could pass as a man (having presumably done so for years). So she disguises herself as a man, passes herself off as a man, carries out of the hijacking, escapes, survives, and then goes on living as a herself. The FBI, the CIA, the police--everyone’s looking for a man, so she goes undetected for the rest of her life (maybe she’s still living, I don’t know).

Addendum: her name was Barbara Dayton!

I read about this one I think in 2016, when the FBI formally suspended the investigation.

Not gonna lie: I do think of Cooper as a kind of folk hero. I almost wish this one was never solved.

Spell - What kind of magical power would you like to have?

I’m so basic but my longtime answer is “to be able to fly.” Anymore I think it would be so cool to be able to shapeshift. Want pointed ears? Got it. Want wings? Got it. Want to be the hottest possible version of yourself but another gender? Got it. That would be amazing. That would be entertaining to no end.

Gory - Do you like horror?

Are you really asking me if I like horror? Are you really asking me if I like horror? 

Of course I do. Don’t be silly. I’m a bit picky about it, not because I get squicked or upset by a lot of things (I have one (1) thing that really gets me in visual horror media) but because sometimes the work or piece of media is just...boring. I’m not a huge fan of horror novels and stories but that’s mostly because they don’t seem all that horrific. It might be because they’re obligated to explain or overexplain elements of the story--much like creepypasta stories or horror ARGs or horror YouTube channels end up doing. The Backrooms were more unnerving before there was all this fucking lore attached to them. But on the whole, yeah, absolutely, I’m a complete fucking sicko and I like horror. 

Spooky Season Asks!

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

I haven’t gone to bed yet so it still counts as Monday, lol. XD

Plug for my writing discord--it’s pretty quiet, but mostly intended to be a slightly more interactive version of this blog.

Also, open question night, though I can’t promise I’ll get to it before tomorrow ((I also still owe at least one prompt fill from a meme I reblogged like...a week ago...))

Anyway.

This is going to be short because I got very little done last month, whoops.

Star Wars:

- Not really much has changed from last month; still poking at Precipice!verse and possible ideas for next year’s SWBB. Pretty much everything else is on the back burner.

BSG:

- Didn’t get as much writing done as I’d hoped over the last month. But in order to Motivate myself, I’m going to shoot for a Halloween debut for The Other Battlestar, which means I need to finish. Like. Naming people. And come up with a title I actually like, lol...

- Maybe I’ll do some preview/etc. posts here as bonus content; giving some details about the fourish OCs who will end up playing major roles? To both keep me on task/motivated and hopefully pique some interest...we’ll see.

Castlevania:

- If I could just get this next chapter to cooperate, lol. There are so many things I want to get to! I just have to get past that...

Original Fic:

- I don’t think I wrote anything original this month, alas. Other than poking at things in my head, as one does. I did go to a library booksale, which reminded me that I have at least three half-planned projects that I need to finish researching (an alternate history where Henry VIII dies in 1536; a novel about Judas Iscariot; a novel about What If Mordred Was A Girl) so maybe I’ll see some movement on that front. For the stuff I already post on an origfic community on Dreamwidth, I really should. like. post something plot-advancing, shouldn’t I...

NaNo Plans:

I’m still figuring out exactly how I want to play it this year. And I think a lot of it depends on what I get done re: TOB and Incinctus and Protectors/Preludes over this month, because I might decide to just narrow my focus onto one of them. But most likely I’ll do what I’ve been doing the past few years, which is set myself a wordcount goal (which may or may not be greater than the 50k standard) but I can fill it with Any (fulltext) fiction writing (I think I decided outline/bullet-point form fics counted for 2/3 the wordcount when I did one during NaNo a couple years back? We’ll see if it’s relevant).

...and, yeah, I think that’s about it. Like I said, a short update...hopefully the next time I do this I’ll have more to report!

What are you guys working on?

[nuri148]

Halloween Countdown: FILKS

Although my current brainrot is Attack on Titan, my first plunge into the murky depths of fandom was the Harry Potter saga, way before JKR was a stupid terf back in 2001 when I was much younger.

Back then I was active in the FictionAlley Park forums, and through that I discovered and read a lot of awesome fanfics. I learnt about slash, smut, lemons, and that no ship is bad or forbidden. Ginny x Giant Squid? Sure, why not.

And although I never got to write my own fics then (my story ideas back then were extremely self indulgent and mary-sueish) I did write a few filks. I've always liked parody songs, and sometimes a line of a song I like would just pop at me with a fandom related tweak.

Yes, I wrote me some HP filks. Those were the first "artistic" text I produced in English. I posted them on FictionAlley Park, but alas, that site is gone.

And since Halloween is coming, and HP is witchcraft, as any self-respecting citizen knows, I thought why not republish them here?

So, starting tomorrow, which would have been my mum's birthday and she was a HP fan too, I'll post one filk each day night up to Halloween.

You've been warned. (they all flee in horror)

[taiblogcomics]

Good Cop, Bat Cop

Hey there, cultural appropriation moustaches. We're moving into the last leg of The Movement this week. In fact, we'll finish before Halloween with two weeks to spare. Hmm, might have to do something fun for that... But that's for future us to worry about~

Here's the cover:

Batgirl incoming! And she's brought the moon with her! A really nice shot of everyone on the roof, with a couple of odd bits. Like, how did Vengeance Moth get her chair up there? Roofs rarely have wheelchair access. Secondly, I think Mouse is trying to eat that welcome sign. I don't know why, but it's going to happen. Anyway, the neat part about this crossover is that it's still the same writer of both series. So there's no danger of them being written out of character or contradicting the main series!

I guess we should also note that this is still early in the New 52. So this Batgirl is Barbara Gordon, and her paralysis has been retconned away. It's probably not the place to rant about how bad that change is, how much better she was as Oracle, how DC largely ignored the other two Batgirls for years because of this, but I do hate this particular direction that took. One more bad New 52 decision! But we're gonna judge her here by how she is in this story and not bring the rest of that up unless relevant~

So we open with Batgirl arriving in town, noting what she finds odd about the city. No gargoyles, no signal in the sky, no cops. You may be surprised that it's the lack of cops she finds worrying. She reasons that's why this place has gotten so bad. Anyway, Batgirl is here to nab this guy Reese, a dreadlocked youth in a hoodie. She tackles him, punches him in the face, makes a couple quips. Classic Batgirl. But alas, her upper hand over Reese is short-lived, as he turns around and suddenly blasts Batgirl with a huge light beam from his entire face.

Meanwhile, the Movement group is out in... Well, it looks like a public bathroom, but I hope it isn't, because Mouse is stark-ass naked. He's very upset because the girls are insisting he bathe, and Burden is just there pointedly not looking at Mouse and completely mortified to see his "teats". I mean, Mouse usually goes around shirtless anyway, man, you should be more adverse to seeing his dingus. Virtue eventually calms him by reading his love, and also has to get in the shower with him, because he's never used shampoo before.

Batgirl recovers from the Solar Beam to the face and wakes up at the feet of a crowd of onlookers. All of them are wearing the silver masks of the Movement, telling her to "leave that boy alone". Clearly no one has the full story here, and Batgirl doesn't have time to tell them either. Reese takes the opportunity to get away, the light blast having destroyed his hoodie, leaving him in a much more noticable white bodysuit with yellow accents like the sun over it. Gee, I wonder if this is connected to his powers~?

Mouse gets fully cleaned up and is in a suit. Virtue even makes him wear shoes, which he protests strongly to the point that I'm uncomfortable. I'm just saying, "feel the lovely filth between my toes" is not a phrase I ever need to read again, 'kay? He finds Tremor, who is assisting in cleanup, and reads his letter he wrote aloud. He then offers her a box of candy, which just has a dead rat in it. She screams, and the rest of the Movement can hear her screaming from several tunnels away. Unfortunately, the comedy portion ends when Vengeance Moth drops by to let them know there's a bonafide superhero in town.

Having lost track of Reese, Batgirl decides to stop by a local information source. Cops aren't who you go to in Coral City. Do you remember Pastor Mike from, like, seven or eight issues ago? He's the guy in town who puts you in touch with the Movement.It works, too, because Virtue comes flying in before Pastor Mike can even reply. She and Batgirl already begin to butt heads, but that's not even the harsh part. Katharsis comes in, swords out, and insisting that she and Batgirl have a rematch. This isn't gonna be pretty.

With some of Batgirl's internal monologue here, her pro-cop stance does make sense when you remember her father is Jim Gordon. And, like, say what you will about real-life cops, but I will not hear slander against Jim Gordon, so I get where she's coming from. But anyway, Batgirl gets a good shot on Katharsis, knocking the wind out of her, and she calls time. The rest of the Movement enters, and Mouse (still in suit, but sans shoes) swarms her up in his rats. Batgirl says she's not here to pick a fight with them per se, but she does have business. So Virtue does what she does best: invite her out for milkshakes.

So we cut over to Captain Meers and Officer Yee. They've had some revelations regarding Virtue, if you recall. They found what restaurant she's been working at, based on the Captain's deductions. Her real name is Holly Rae Hunter, which seems to be an alias. Anyway, Virtue had seizures all her life, and when she was eleven, she didn't survive it. Her dad, depressed, robs a convenience store in a "suicide by cop" gambit and dies. And that cop... was Meers himself. Yee reasons that Virtue survived somehow and she's been stalking Captain Meers. Well. Ain't that some shit~

Over at Virtue's favourite place, she and the gang are having milkshakes with Batgirl (who is still in costume, and therefore looks hilarious in the brightly-lit setting). To fill us in on the previous events, she asks Katharsis why she left Knightfall's organisation. Seems Knightfall took things farther than Katharsis was comfortable with, and Katharsis is the asshole of the team. So you can imagine. In fact, you don't have to, because Katharsis says it outright: Knightfall cleaved off the leg of a carjacker the pair of them caught together. Not ideal.

So, after an awkward exchange with Moth that I won't rant about, Batgirl explains why she's in Coral City chasing this guy Reese. He's a metahuman, obviously. Control of solar radiation. He tried the heroic vigilante thing, as most folks who get powers would. Tried to stop a mugging, ended up killing two of the assailants and put the third into the critical burn ward. Katharsis makes a reference to the "Stand your Ground" law, and Batgirl still thinks he should be held accountable. After all, most private citizens don't carry around a solar-powered nuke. And I suppose that's fair.

So they're at an impasse. The Movement don't want to give up a guy to who they basically see as one step down from a cop, and Batgirl won't go without taking Reese in. So Katharsis knocks Batgirl out with a surprise attack, and Virtue plans to get leverage over her by taking her back to the base and unmasking her. And meanwhile, as the comic ends, a couple of actual cops investigate a disturbance, where they find Reese. Refusing to come quietly, Reese nukes the two cops into ash and wanders off muttering how he's a hero and we'll all see. Hoo boy.

This will be probably the last arc of the comic, and it’s shaping up pretty good so far. Considering Katharsis debuted in Gail Simone’s Batgirl series, it kind of brings the whole thing back around in the end. They’ve set up a nice dilemma here, really put the two forces in conflict. And the ongoing background plot of the mysteries behind Virtue are all the more intriguing. Maybe after we do our Halloween thing, we’ll check out those original Batgirl issues as sort of a closer. Not the whole series, but just the mini-arc Katharsis was in~

[dcviated]

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@exrhlab​​ sent:  exrhlab c:

my opinion on;

character in general: Arknights really does take the cake when it comes to character and world designs as far as gacha goes. It’s gorgeous and deep enough it has me playing a goddamn tower defense which I suck at. Saria, in the scheme of things, is a character I’m still learning as I havent done huge strides in main story and most of the events. But I see mansfield break in the replay-able list so you better believe I’m excited to see more about her and Rhines Lab. For a time, I was thinking about Raguna’s AK verse having connections to it, but now I’m thinking Leithania. Anyway!

how they play them: Connected to above, I wouldn’t be privy to judge if I wanted to. But I’ll say that your writing style and characterizations are fun to watch on my dash. Whether it was Saria now or Doctor back when we first wrote a bit you put a nice grasp and recognition of the world into your characters. Props. I hope I can dance more on the AK floor sooner than later.

the mun: Kind, notably kind. We’ve talked in passing over DMs a few times now. Putting that in conjunction with the ooc I see on the dash you’re someone I’d likely enjoy becoming better friends with. Our interactions have been broken by a sizable window to boot so it feels like this is restarting world 1-1 ha! I wish I had been more confident in myself to join that event you started last halloween. The amount of work you put into it was so impressive. Alas! I’m not the best with groups and keeping pace, nor did I know many of the other people involved. But maybe that didn’t matter?... hm. I’m still sorry it didn’t play out as you wished it did.

do i;

follow them: im tracking down your blogs... rp with them: sorta yes? soon! got your ask in my drafts :V want to rp with them: absolutely ship their character with mine: not exactly? you put saria down as ‘familial’ with hellagur and while that may be a stretch they seem like they’d be friends. romantically you seem focused on saria/silence (valid). maybe other muse interactions? romantic shipping isnt a very high priority for me anyhow.

what is my;

overall opinion:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[aro-attorneys]

Our bloodbank has a whole article about vampires and science of blood related to it sjdjskdkwkkd

[icequeenbae]

You Ghost (m) | BBH

Pairing: demon!Baekhyun x human!Reader ft. demon!Kai

Demon AU, soulmate AU (sorta?), horror-ish, angsty, smut

Warnings: gets a bit creepy, mentions of blood/ major character death (brief), some mental torture by Kai™, attempted rape (sexual assault), elements of dubcon

Word Count: ~7.6k

Summary: When it turns out that your apartment has a demonic presence, there isn’t much to do for a genuinely good soul like yours. At the edge of despair, you’re offered a pact to keep you safe by someone you used to know. The question is – can you trust him now? And do you even have a choice?

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s note: My lovely readers, it’s really the time of the year that calls for something spooky~ Tbh I don’t really feel much of the Halloween spirit, but I hope to be able to create it for you with this story, so I’m posting it a bit early 😊 Now, the warnings look kinda scary, and this won’t be a super lighthearted fic for sure. But as an official ‘scaredy cat and hopeless romantic’ [along with a tough ass b, when need be lol] I admit that I personally don’t find this quite that dark (maybe because I wrote it? idk). Still, consider the warnings carefully. I hope you enjoy this mess, please make sure to let me know what you think! My asks are always open, and you can always comment and reblog if you want to support me~

Network tags: @superm-net  @bbh-net​  @exowritersnet​

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When the still silence surrounds us You trap me deep in my dreams You flood into and stir up My calm heart

© Baekhyun – Ghost

Leading a quiet life was not hard. At least not for someone like you. You just stayed out of trouble and did your thing – working, meeting up with friends, volunteering here and there, and basically getting home to eat a sandwich and watch a movie before dragging your exhausted body to bed. You were content with your timetable and didn’t crave any disturbance to it. It was a simple life, and not the most outstanding one, yet you liked it that way. You enjoyed the tranquility, even if someone would view your way of existence as uneventful.

Alas, life doesn’t always go the way we would prefer.

It all started when you bought an apartment. You didn’t think you could afford such a nice place, and you’d spent most of the spring and summer looking before stumbling upon this offer. It was a great deal — below the market since the owners needed the money quickly (or so you’d been told). Quite happy with how everything turned out, you moved into your new lodgings and settled in as soon as you could.

But it didn’t take long for you to identify that something was definitely off about it.

Sneaky shadows and eerie rustling kept bothering you pretty much daily since you’d made this place your home. In an attempt to rationalize, you told yourself that you were simply a scaredy-cat living alone. What was there to worry about? It was probably the wind or the neighbors or something like that.

But then you started having those weird dreams.

At first, you were lost in the dark, simply trying to find your way out of it. Then, you were running away from something, someone you didn’t know. Everyone had those dreams, when you tried to run as fast as you could, but your legs were heavy as lead. The nightmares you experienced started out the same, yet they worsened with time. The spooky backgrounds around you became all the more grim, and the sinister whispering followed.

The outcome was always the same. Right before you woke up, soaked in cold sweat, with shaking hands and a scream dying out in your throat, it got you.

You didn’t know what it was, but, as your nightmares gradually got more and more realistic and terrifying, you could feel someone’s scorching touch in your sleep, almost leaving burns on your skin, and a deep seductive voice in your head replaced the indecipherable whispering. It was calling out your name, promising to give you anything you desire if you just let him in…

It was driving you crazy. You’d had no proper sleep in weeks, barely holding yourself together. No amount of chamomile tea in the world could calm you down enough to have a good night’s rest, and even the sleeping pills had no tangible effect. You weren’t sure bringing those issues up with anyone was a good idea – people would most likely think that you were a psycho (which you were beginning to suspect yourself). Therefore, you tried to deal with it on your own, gradually shutting everyone out to avoid the unwanted questions about your wellbeing.

***

A couple months into your suffering, your clueless friends decided that you needed some good time to clear your head and invited you to a Halloween party. They’d been a constant buzzing in your ear for days, convincing you that a little party would benefit you. Of course, you didn’t believe that for a second, but still agreed just to change the environment for one night.

Not feeling the monster costumes this year, you dragged yourself over there, dressed in all white with wings attached to your back. Being pretty angelic – no pun intended – in comparison with your friends, you had a couple of drinks, hung out for a bit, and then headed home. The alcohol had made you even more alarmingly exhausted, not bringing much fun with it.

Once at home, you crashed on your sofa with a bottle of water to sober up a little before getting ready to sleep, your head pulsing in pain even more than before. You felt increasingly dizzy, and at first you blamed it on the alcohol. But there was that voice in your head again, whispering something you couldn’t make out. The distant growling and maniacal laughter kept ringing in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. It was now disturbing you outside of your dreams too, bringing you closer and closer to your breaking point. Both physically and mentally.

Pressing your palms to your ears was absolutely useless since you could still hear the wretched croaking, which was beginning to resemble your name. As an act of desperation, you yelled out loud, addressing no one in particular.

‘Show yourself, goddammit!’

You stared into the dim emptiness of your room for a few long moments, gaze fixated on the opposing wall. Nothing happened at first, and you were ready to slap your palm to your forehead in misguided irritation, when a deep voice startled you.

‘Finally.’ The word was a hot breath in your ear. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

Frozen in fear, you stared at the wall, realizing that you knew this voice. It belonged to the creature haunting you in your dreams. You could feel the frostiness of his presence and see him in the corner of your vision, unable to turn your head to look him in the eye. That creature sat right next to you now.

‘Wh- who are you?’ You bleated, throat drying out in a split second.

‘Just a friendly neighborhood demon. You can call me Kai, sweetness,’ he murmured in your neck.

A demon?!

‘What do you want from me?’ You whispered, trying to will your legs to move, to get away, but unable to even tremble.

His palm rested on your thigh, neat fingernails turning into claws and prickling your skin. Your thoughts turned into goo, while your heart raced, body striving to stimulate you to fight for your survival in this critical situation.

‘You smell so good, little angel. So innocent,’ his hand moved up your thigh, almost reaching between your legs.

‘Stop it!’ You finally managed to tear yourself out of this paralysis, tumbling forward, off of the couch and down onto the floor as your legs refused to walk.

Brushing through his sea green hair, the demon laughed at your useless efforts to get away from him. He caught you by the ankle, and you kicked wildly, forcefully hitting him in the face. You crawled away until your back hit the wall and stared back at him, taking in his busted lip and his oddly colored eyes – one seemed blue, and the other was white.

‘Aw, darling, you’re so cute,’ he grinned, licking the blood off his lip with a smile of a mad man.

He did not even move to get up from the sofa. A blink – and there he was, right in front of your half-paralyzed form. You couldn’t even scream, silenced by the demonic look in his colorless eye.

‘Don’t worry, angel. You’ll learn soon enough that I like it rough and bloody,’ he smiled even wider, making your insides shrink in terror.

‘No!’ You managed to scream as he grabbed you across the waist with one arm to hoist you up and hold you against the wall with his body.

You tried to fight against him, kicking miserably and clawing at his palm, which was not only silencing you, but also cutting away most of the oxygen. Even through the haze settling in your brain you registered the feeling of his bulge pressing between your legs. There was a swift shot of adrenaline that allowed you one last leap of strength, and you hit him in the face, almost hearing his neck crack. Before he turned his head back to face you though, you managed to call out into the emptiness of your apartment.

‘Somebody please help!’

He hit you across the face with a wide palm, almost making you black out from the sheer force of it. You came back to your senses as you almost gagged at the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, soon becoming secondary to the fact that you were being choked.

‘Who are you calling for, whore?’ Kai gritted, pressing so hard on your windpipe that you almost thought that he was going to break your neck. Almost – because you couldn’t really think straight right now.

But before you could slip into the deceiving safety of unconsciousness, the demon was ripped off of you.

Losing the (unwanted) support, you collided with the floor, coughing violently, and trying to breathe, and spitting the blood, barely keeping yourself from throwing up in the process.

A struggle took place that you didn’t notice at first, preoccupied with fruitless attempts to ventilate, until you looked up to see someone standing right over you. The figure was male, and it wasn’t too familiar, however, the voice was.

‘What the fuck are you doing here?’ Kai spat at the stranger. ‘You cannot come uninvited.’

‘I qualify as somebody,’ the figure responded. ‘She let me in.’

You had no idea who that was and how or when you had let him in, but he was shielding you from the rabid creature with green hair and a white eye, so you were ready to testify.

Kai scowled dangerously.

‘I found her first. Go get your own virgin to play with,’ he said, and you almost gasped.

Was this what he was after? Your virginity? And did that mean that the other person was also a demon who was after it?

You hugged your knees in a feeble attempt to gather yourself.

‘She is mine,’ the other one growled, taking a stronger stance. ‘Get lost.’

Kai disappeared into thin air. But before you could breathe out, he reappeared in front of you. You didn’t even have time to scream – that was how fast he was hit with a ball of… light? The powerful hit threw the demon across the room and into the opposite wall, nearly making it crack. Some of your books fell out from the shelves across the room from the impact.

‘You’re not laying a finger on her,’ the figure shielding you pronounced.

The green-haired demon chuckled, spitting the blood on your floor.

‘You know an unclaimed soul is out there for anyone to have. Or we can share. There’s more than one innocence to take, you know,’ Kai smirked devilishly, and you felt your stomach twist into a tighter knot from the horror of the possibility.

‘Get the fuck out before I rip your throat out,’ the person spoke in a deep dangerous tone that you’d never even think to argue with.

His fists were tight, small rays of dark red light seeping out. And, apparently, Kai was not about to push his luck any further.

‘Sadly, I have to go, little lamb. But don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on your claim soon,’ the demon winked at you and disappeared into thin air.

There was a moment of relief, so you breathed out, hissing as you touched the irritated skin of your neck with the pads of your fingers. And then it hit you – you were now left alone with the mysterious person you had no idea about.

‘Who are- are you a demon too?’ You blurted out, watching him twitch and slump his shoulders a little in response.

‘Yes,’ he simply said, lowering his head and sighing. ‘I’m not here to hurt you, Y/N.’

Something in the way he said your name made your heart clench. You couldn’t quite grasp why you found him so familiar.

‘Have we met?’ You asked directly, voice hoarse and scratchy from the recent events.

‘Oh, you know me well. Better than anyone, probably,’ he slowly turned around to face you. ‘It’s me, Y/N-ah.’

You looked at him, eyes scanning his figure bottom to top. He was shorter than the other demon for sure, but he was lean, with strong thighs and muscular pecs visible even in his attire. As your eyes traveled up his body, anxiety filled your mind. You stared blankly at his face, momentarily stunned by its perfection. His facial features were both manly and delicate, the plump lips and the sharp jaw balancing each other. But his eyes were what rendered you speechless. Dark and a little droopy, you knew those eyes, you’d seen them many times in the pictures you kept in your precious album. The pictures of you and your best friend growing up together.

‘B- B- Baekhyun?’ You screeched, not even believing yourself when you said it.

‘Quick thinking,’ he smiled with a corner of his mouth, your chest getting tighter at the familiarity of the action.

‘H- how is this even-’

‘It’s a long story,’ he interrupted. ‘And a pretty unpleasant one. You know I didn’t die a peaceful death.’

Your eyes pricked with tears. You did know. This happened many years ago, but the memories of the tragic events haunted you to this day.

Baekhyun, your precious childhood friend, died in a street fight, when he defended some girl on his way home from vocal lessons one late night. Hit with a knife multiple times, he didn’t even make it to the hospital. This was by far the worst night of your entire life. The night you lost a person you could barely live without.

So yeah, how could you ever forget.

This Baekhyun, however, looked nothing like the bubbly teenage boy with dark messy hair and chocolate eyes. This Baekhyun had silvery blond hair, and eyes the darkest shade of blue, you’d come to realize as he took a step towards you.

‘No! This is not possible,’ you urged him to stop with your outburst. ‘All of this, it’s just another nightmare! And I’m gonna wake up to suffer through another day again.’

He sighed, pursing his lips.

‘You need to ice your wounds, your lip’s getting swollen,’ he announced.

‘My lip?’ You asked, bewildered. ‘What about my throat?’

Hissing from pain, you touched the tender area. That demon almost choked you to death, surely that left a visible mark. Most likely impossible to cover up.

‘I can help with the wounds,’ he shrugged. ‘But it’s not for free.’

You were perplexed. Did he want you to give him your soul or something? For a busted lip and a swollen throat? Yes, it was still hard to breathe and you were not sure that you could swallow, but why would he ever-

‘You’re overthinking. I’m not asking much for this. I just want to hug you.’

This made you even more confused. Why would a demon want a hug? Was it some kind of possession thing? To take over your body or something?

‘Wow, your incredible mind hasn’t changed, Y/N-ah. Always racing,’ you perked up at the affection in his voice. ‘I’m not trying to deceive you. As much as you shouldn’t trust demons… You can trust me.’

You felt stupid as you gave him a curt nod in agreement. Closing your eyes, you heard him reach you in a couple light steps, and the next thing you knew – you were gathered in his arms and held tightly.

‘I fucking missed you,’ he whispered in your hair, the tip of his nose digging deeper into the strands.

His hands stroked your back, and up your arms, and then your neck … You hummed at the prick of excitement as his fingers ghosted over your collarbone. A minute went by before you became aware of how hot and firm his body felt, while pressed against yours.

Taking a shaky step back and touching your neck defensively, you realized your throat wasn’t sore anymore, and your legs functioned much better now. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what was happening, so you pushed for an explanation.

‘Why are you here, Baekhyun?’

He looked you dead in the eye, not even blinking. His orbs were hypnotic, they lured you in – like a moth to a flame. You shook your head to keep yourself from getting mesmerized like this.

‘Because of you,’ he stated slowly. ‘To protect you.’

At that moment, you were genuinely shocked by his answer.

‘Why would you do that?’

‘That’s what I do. I did that when I was alive, didn’t I?’ He reminded you.

You held onto the shelf, trying to stay upright with all of this information messing your balance up, and asked again what the reason for him being here was. Here on Earth. As a demon.

‘You wished for me to stay,’ he caught your perplexed reaction and elaborated. ‘During the funeral, when you cried over my body – you said you wanted me to stay. You squeezed the flower you held so hard that you pricked your finger on it, so in a way… That was our first pact.’

Recalling the sorrowful event, you couldn’t find memories of this particular incident. Frankly, the details of that day were all a blur. You were simply too devastated and torn apart to notice any injury at that time, let alone a finger prick.

‘First pact? My wish?’

‘Yes. I chose to stay, but I didn’t want to be a mere ghost. I wanted to be able to reach out to you one day, so I traded my chance to move on and became a demon. Me staying with you since then was the essence of our pact.’

‘Then- Did you come to… collect?’ You whispered brokenly, unable to process what he was telling you. Did your grief prevent his soul from moving on? Did you turn him into that?

‘No,’ he chuckled. ‘The pact was done then and there. I received your first tears of loss.’

You had no idea why he wanted your tears, but then again, you had no clue what demons wanted in general. Something wicked, for sure.

But not Baekhyun. You didn’t trust him, not yet anyway, but he was vastly different from the demon you’d encountered before him.

‘I- Are you here for my soul?’ You mumbled in an oddly direct manner.

‘No, angel,’ he mocked, hinting at your Halloween costume. ‘I came because you were in danger. I’ve been on close watch for a while now – you’ve got yourself in big trouble with this apartment.’

Like you didn’t already know that.

‘As much as I don’t want to say that, it’s… pretty bad. After what happened tonight, you are guaranteed to become a target for demons. Kai was right. You’re exposed and unclaimed, and your soul shines so brightly, no demon will pass it by even if I try to cloak you.’

Emitting a woeful sigh, you turned away, staring into the abyss.

‘What the hell do I do then?’ You asked weakly. ‘Move out?’

He shook his head, regaining your attention. Baekhyun explained that it was useless. You couldn’t run once you were on a demon’s radar. Kai was supposed to chase after the previous owners of this apartment, yet your soul caught his attention. And this encounter had put you on the map. He would most likely follow you, possibly even dragging somebody else along the way.

‘We become stronger when we make pacts, and the purest of souls give the most power when the deal’s struck. Smarter demons would want to make a pact with you to get the power inflow, however, good-for-nothing succubus demons like Kai would want nothing more than to taint your soul – that’s what they live off of. The problem is,’ he paused, looking at you again with his dark aquamarine eyes. ‘The only way to protect you from other demons is… for me to lay a claim on you.’

‘How- how is that?’ You stutter, noticing his eyes going a darker shade, tiny red sparks flying in them.

‘I grant you protection, and you allow me to feed off of your soul’s power by making another pact with me. But instead of coming for your soul, I receive your body. And your innocence.’

Shivers ran down your spine, and you gulped, thinking what he’d said over. He wanted to feed off of your soul and have your body?

‘This will keep your soul out of other demons’ reach. And, frankly, your virginity makes you all too attractive. Innocence is valued almost as much as the soul itself, you know? And when it’s someone as pure as you…’

He swallowed, willing to compose himself.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk about you like you’re a piece of meat,’ he apologized. ‘Sometimes my demonic traits come out on their own. And you’re just irresistible, angel.’

You didn’t have the slightest idea what to do. Of course, the last thing you wanted was to end up in Kai’s hands again, or someone even more vicious than him (if that was even possible). But what was the choice you were making? Gifting yourself to one demon as opposed to another? There was no telling what that could leave you with.

‘I don’t know,’ your voice was small, as if you expected him to attack you for your words.

‘You can think about it for a few days. But this is the best deal you could ever strike, Y/N. No demon will offer you protection with only your body at stake. I’m going against the rules here, because losing your soul isn’t something I’d ever wish upon you,’ he sounded sincere, and the dangerous red sparks in his eyes settled into the blue-ish abyss. ‘I want to keep you safe, but there’s only so much I can do without making it official.’

You couldn’t give him an answer yet. This was not the Baekhyun you knew, the cute young boy, the funny dorky teen with the softest heart – the white-haired man in front of you was a demon, and you knew you shouldn’t trust him.

‘The choice is yours,’ he pricked his thumb on his own sharp canine, and pressed the pad to your wrist, burning a mark on you. He told you it was to help you reach him when you were ready to make a decision.

He then disappeared without any further explanation, leaving you alone to contemplate what had just happened and how you’d ended up in this mess.

***

When you woke up the following morning, barely catching a few hours of sleep, you thought that this was by far the weirdest dream you’d ever had. But as you were washing up in the bathroom, you noticed the dark maroon mark on your wrist.

It was a fingerprint. His fingerprint.

All of last night’s events were reality, and, although you reckoned you must’ve truly been insane, there were decisions to be weighed out.

The following week flew by, spent in deep thought. You had no one to ask for help or even talk to about this – sure thing, once you’d mention the demonic activities in your apartment, your friends would have to institutionalize you. Did this mean that you had to give yourself up, trade your body for the promised safety of your soul? This wasn’t even you holding on to your virginity. In fact, the only reason you were still innocent was that you’d never hit it off with anyone, barely even dating up until now. You weren’t keen on keeping it, but having your first time with a demon you barely knew was much less than ideal.

Didn’t you know him, though?

The blackened blue eyes resurfaced in your mind. You used to know him when his eyes were sweet and kind, you used to love his eyes. It was frightening how different they were now. And it scared you the most, because you could feel your heart flutter when you thought of them. The way they sparked with angry red and then settled down into the colors of the darkest night. You should’ve dreaded those mysterious orbs. You should’ve, but you didn’t seem to.

Explaining to yourself that the creature with the silver head wasn’t your childhood friend was easy. Convincing your heart to not trust the familiar features you’d been longing for was impossible. This was a dire situation, and he was offering you a helping hand. With strings attached, but didn’t everything come at a price? Problem was, you had to play this game without knowing the rules. And gambling with your soul at stake wasn’t something you were eager to proceed with.

Even if you could accept the fact that you had to sleep with him to stay safe, who was to say that this wasn’t a trap? You couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t just playing you, deceiving you into thinking that he was your friend, your Baekhyun. That he still had a good heart and, thus, came here to save you. What if he tricked you into some unspeakable arrangement, where you’d be possessed or tortured or worse? Of course, you were afraid of such outcomes, but how much longer was it until you faced someone violent again, coming for you with no pact, only vile intentions in mind?

You didn’t want any of that. But somehow you realized there was no running away from this.

And you were right.

***

During the second week after the events your nightmares had returned. You kept running down the endless pitch black hallways, the deranged laughter following you around. It was Kai, and he was coming back. Each night you were running, and hiding, and begging for it to stop, and every time there was a ball of light surrounding you, or a gentle yet firm hand grabbing your palm and dragging you towards the exit that you couldn’t find on your own. Awakening, you flinched at the burn you experienced, when the mark on your wrist glowed red before fading back into maroon.

He was doing his best, but this wasn’t enough.

The experience became more and more dreadful with each passing night. Every time it took Baekhyun longer to appear, and Kai’s voice grew closer and closer. Soon, you had to endure the horrendous whispering in your ear, harassing you, promising to do what he pleased with you and then some. Scaring you senseless with the wild fantasies, or plans, he had for you. Laughing at your helplessness and despair.

On the thirteenth day you woke up from your nightmare just to step into a different one. A real one.

As you opened your eyes in the middle of the night, shedding off another painful dream, you instantly saw him. The green-haired demon hovered right above you, back glued to the ceiling, and the disturbing smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to scream and call for help, but you couldn’t expel a sound. There was nothing you could do under the manic stare of the oddly colored demonic eyes.

The expression he wore on his face was so evil, that it had you paralyzed in terror as he closed the distance between you two, basically falling down from the ceiling to straddle your motionless body.

‘Isn’t it unfortunate that a little lamb like you was left unclaimed,’ he smiled, moving messy strands away from your pale face. ‘For me to use.’

‘No! No!’ You kept yelling, but nothing except pointless puffs of air came out of your mouth.

He was doing something to silence you, and you regretted everything now. You blamed yourself for being so reckless, for not accepting the pact you were offered almost two weeks ago. Anything, any destiny would’ve been better than this.

As your mind was racing, Kai laid his hands on your body, exploring it avidly. Squeezing your breasts painfully, he promised to do disgusting things to you, ruin you, and then destroy what was left of you. His eyes were full of sadistic lust, and you couldn’t move a muscle, crying quiescent tears of helplessness.

Having no better option in mind, you closed your eyes and called for Baekhyun. You didn’t feel the little clothes you had being literally ripped off of you. You merely prayed for the blond demon to hear you as you asked him to protect you and agreed to give him your innocence – and hence your body – in return. And he appeared. When you were already desperate, he appeared, tearing Kai’s form away from you and throwing him into the wall once again.

You felt strength seep back into you and moved to cover yourself with half-destroyed clothes, as he swiftly turned, slashing his wrist open with his claws and grabbing onto yours. You gave him a weak nod, and he repeated the painful procedure with you, before holding onto your forearm tightly, his bloody wound pressed into yours, gushing scorching hot demonic blood into your veins.

‘Swear on it. Tell me you’ll be mine,’ he urged, and you swallowed.

Eyes darting to a grunting demon, who was gathering himself to approach you again, you made a quick decision.

‘I’m yours, Baekhyun.’

The brightest flash of light almost left you blind, causing you to cover your face with your uninjured wrist. When you blinked, eyes readjusting, there was only you and Baekhyun in the room. No trace of Kai, or the struggle that was about to pick up. As your senses tuned back into reality, your breath quivered.

‘It’s okay now, he’s gone,’ Baekhyun offered, tugging you closer and holding you to him with less than experienced hands. ‘You’re safe with me,’ he promised as you shook in his embrace.

Still fearful, you clung to his shirt and weeped not only for what you had gone through again, but what you had yet to go through as a result of your desperate decision.

He stroked your back hesitantly, and you realized your clothes were back intact. You shrunk even further, wishing to simply disappear.

‘I don’t want you to be scared, Y/N-ah,’ Baekhyun suddenly spoke, hand moving up to pat your hair. ‘Being gentle… I am a demon, so it’s not something- I’m well-versed in,’ he admitted. ‘But I don’t want you to be scared or feel used. I have to take you, but I promise I’ll try not to inflict any more pain on you.’

His voice was calm and soft as if was talking to a cornered animal. You weren’t entirely sure that the effects of his tone were not due to any supernatural enhancement. Somehow (and there was no telling if that had a supernatural nature), you felt safe, now that you were drowning in his tight clasp.

Despite what he’d said earlier, his touch was careful. He walked you backwards to your bed, still holding you by the shoulders. You stood there for a long minute, looking at each other and not moving an inch, before he slowly reached down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. But this was just to get acquainted with the territory before he leaned in, boldly licking into your mouth as you opened it in surprise. Allowing him to explore, you vaguely responded to his ministrations. It felt good, better than you thought it would feel, and he huffed fervidly as your kiss deepened. His hands were pretty quick to crawl under your shirt, and you felt too numb to protest. Or maybe you didn’t even want to protest at this point, a haze of arousal slowly but surely clouding your mind as you gave in to his demanding lips.

Consumed by the kissing, you didn’t even pay attention to the pajamas sliding off of your body and your back hitting the firm mattress underneath.

Baekhyun, being unexpectedly slow and thorough, worshipped every inch of your naked skin. His lips traveled down your quivering stomach as he kneaded your breasts with his large hands in a much gentler way than you’d experienced earlier. Focusing on him as opposed your grim memories, you couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure as he placed wet kisses over your pubic bone and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place as he dipped lower. The first graze of his tongue made you jolt from the intense sensation in your core, forgetting all that was bothering you before. He prevented you from moving away from the new sensation and continued, quickly building a more than languid pace.

‘Fuck,’ he muttered, running two long fingers between your slick folds. ‘I could spend an eternity eating you out.’

You shivered at his rough voice, excitement prickling your skin. The wet sounds he made as he sucked on your clit caused you to choke on your own breath. His mouth felt… divine. To such an extent that you were sure this wasn’t due to your lack of experience. It was his expert skills – he knew how to hit your every nerve, leaving you a feverish mess underneath. Unable to control your movements, you began grinding on his face as he sniggered, keeping up the rhythm.

‘You’re awfully quiet,’ he murmured, as he detached from your core with a lewd sound. ‘Fancy a taste of your pussy?’

Baekhyun moved up and smooched you out of the blue. He was toying with you in a way, but his rough playfulness did its thing and turned you on. Or maybe it was all in his fingers, teasing your entrance. Or maybe both.

‘Relax, angel. I’ll make you feel good,’ he promised, charcoal eyes looking down at you intently. ‘I think you’re ready to take over.’

The white-haired demon took the opportunity to discard his clothes and drop back on the bed, motioning you to take the position on top of him. You sat up hesitantly, eyeing his impressive, and already hard, length. It seemed on the bigger side, in fact, it was quite huge if anyone had asked you. Although you weren’t an expert, you had legitimate concerns of how you could handle this. How would you even… put it inside?

The thought made you gulp, and he smirked.

‘I take it you wanted me on top?’

You blushed. Literally – blushed at his words. It felt so stupid that he was right, you genuinely expected him to just continue with you lying on the bed as opposed to try it any other way.

‘We’ll have time for that. For now, get on it, and face the opposite direction.’

Confused as to why you had to face the wall instead of him, you followed the instruction. You didn’t fully sit, startled by a sudden press of his flesh to your lower lips. Breath hitching, you stared at the wall, awaiting the inevitable, but you felt a demanding hand on your butt cheek.

‘Fuck-’ He let out a string of inaudible curses. ‘You’re already shivering, Y/N?’

You bit your lip, contemplating if you should say something.

‘Do I have to- face this way?’ You stuttered, and he squeezed your ass with determination.

‘It’s easier for me to control myself when I don’t have you one hundred percent at my disposal. Also, I might scare you.’

‘Do you turn into something?’ You whispered dejectedly, and he laughed.

‘I’m not turning into a monster on you, or in you, don’t worry.’ He chuckled and swatted your ass cheek before adding. ‘Aren’t you naughty.’

Even if you wanted to answer, you couldn’t say a word when his palm slid down your curves to grip onto his dick again. He rubbed it onto your slick covered skin, and your belly constricted. He repeated the motion, taking in the dramatic arch in your back as you bent forward, and the pulsating entrance ready to welcome him inside. As your legs were beginning to shake from hovering above him, he pushed you firmly down, with his hands on both sides of your pelvis.

You sank down on his length, legs almost giving out as you felt a really painful stab in your lower stomach. Gasping in sudden discomfort, you would have tumbled forward if not for the hands holding you down.

‘Breathe through it. It’ll subside before you know it.’

Following his lead, you kept breathing in and out, feeling the pain weaken with every huff of air. And mere moments later, it wasn’t painful anymore.

‘Good girl. Now, try moving,’ he panted as you made your first cautious attempt.

Some unpleasant sensations came back, but they were pretty bearable, so you continued grinding your hips on his.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun grunted lowly. ‘My tight little angel.’

You moaned in response. Loudly – both at the dirty words that Baekhyun spilled, and the way your core constricted around his dick. He guided your hips to increase the tempo, and the room around you quickly became hot and humid, filled with sensual sounds and pungent smell of sex.

The demon told you to stop and change your position a little. It was good timing – your legs were beginning to feel numb. You planted your feet onto the mattress and put some of the weight on your arms, relieved when Baekhyun offered additional support by grabbing your hips.

‘Relax. Allow me,’ he gritted, helping your thighs up slightly before bringing them down.

‘Agh,’ you couldn’t hold it in. Each movement of his body sparked intense tingles in your center.

He kept going, gliding in and out of you with growing impatience, meanwhile you struggled to hold yourself up, wobbly legs open wide to allow him to stretch you open the way he desired.

‘Oh yes, moan my name, sweetheart,’ he urged, quickening his pace as you cried out.

‘Baekhyun-’

‘Does it feel good?’ His thrusts were so fast and rough at this point that you didn’t even register his question.

‘I asked,’ he gritted word by word, ‘Does. that. feel. good?’

A sharp slap on your clit, and you choked out a tortured ‘yes’, on the verge of begging him to finally make you finish before you collapsed.

It felt really wet between your legs, and you didn’t want to think there was more to it than just your arousal, but the squelching sounds had your knees almost close as the intensity skyrocketed.

‘Get out of your fucking head,’ Baekhyun became even more aggressive with his thrusts. ‘Or do you want me to just keep fucking you till I fill you up and then go again?’

‘Mhm-m,’ you whined, the dirty imagery rushing into your mind as you became aware of your tits bouncing with his every thrust.

‘So easily tainted, baby,’ he laughed hoarsely, and you tightened around him responsively.

Begging for him to go faster, you fought to keep yourself upright on your increasingly weakening arms. Instead of helping you, Baekhyun gripped you to keep you steady while he thrusted harshly into you, triggering your first release.

Falling backwards with a wail, you ended up lying on his chest, legs splayed as he continued to pleasure you through your spiking sensitivity. You moaned in pain and bliss, unable to tear yourself from his hold.

‘No way, sweetness, we’re not finished just yet,’ he rolled you on your stomach, before taking his position on top of you and resuming the attack on your swollen core.

‘Please, Baek- hyun-n…’ you trailed off as he hit the nerve for you again, making the pain fade away, and you almost wept, blinded by pleasure.

The wetness spread between your legs, soiling both your inner thighs and the sheets, but you couldn’t care less. The tension in your belly was growing again.

‘You feel even more marvelous than I thought. I want you to always beg for me like that.’

As on cue, you whimpered and cried out his name at a particularly deep thrust that made you feel like you were going to explode.

‘You’re finally all mine,’ his voice was rough in your ear as he finished you off with a few deep strong hits of his thighs, spilling his seed inside you and basking in his orgasm as the hot cum filling you up triggered your second release. You moaned into the sheets, enjoying the way his pelvis pressed snug to the curve of your ass.

For quite some time you simply laid there, breathing heavily and cooling down. You barely felt him slipping out, but soon enough his fingers began tracing the invisible lines on your back.

‘Are you tired, angel?’

You murmured something into the pillow. He let you soak in the new experience a little longer, stroking your disheveled hair and slowly kissing a trail up your shoulder blade, while you couldn’t even move a muscle. Didn’t want to move a muscle.

Soon his lips reached your shoulder and he wrapped his hand around you, dragging you back, to put you to his chest.

‘You didn’t think I was done with you, little minx, did you?’ He hummed into your ear, playing with the soft skin of your breast, and you protested.

‘Baekhyun, I need to clean up fi-’

The objection was interrupted by his hand, shamelessly dipping between your legs again.

Hours later he finally let you rest properly. Thanks to his demonic powers, this time you didn’t have to get in the shower or change the sheets. Soiled with blood, those looked like someone was murdered in there.

Well, your innocence was, but no one was about to cry you a river.

It wasn’t too bad for you anyways, compared to how much it could hurt for others. Baekhyun seemingly took away most of the pain you were supposed to feel during your passionate consummation, and you guessed that he was trying hard to rein himself in, too. In any case, he managed to make it more than bearable for you. At least, that was what you thought as you fell into deep slumber, fully drained of energy.

Baekhyun, in turn, didn’t go to sleep. He just lay there with his eyes closed, caressing your bare back as you nuzzled him. An hour went by, as he took his time listening to you breathe, touching your delicate skin and inhaling your addictively fresh scent.

In the middle of the night something changed in the air. Baekhyun knew what it was.

The demon emerged from the bedroom, leaving you to hug the pillow cutely in your sleep and walking soundlessly towards the kitchen. A shadow was already waiting for him to enter.

‘You did well,’ Baekhyun said, leaning on the wall with his shoulder.

The shadow chuckled in response and turned around, morning light playing in the emerald hair.

‘When am I getting the promised souls though?’

‘They’re already waiting for you. But Kai,’ the blond demon paused before stressing, ‘No one can know about this.’

The green-haired man rolled his eyes and shrugged, about to leave. But then he halted and faced Baekhyun again.

‘Hyung, why her?’

That wasn’t a question he could answer in one line. Unless he said, ‘Because I wasn’t supposed to leave her’. It wasn’t his destiny, he wasn’t meant to walk down that street that night, or get stabbed to death. Something went wrong, and he was gone just like that. But he was your destiny, your best friend, your soon-to-be lover and future partner, so his passing had robbed you of any chance to live a full and happy life.

He watched over you from distance at first, but then he became enraged by the universe for leaving his love to suffer a lifetime like this. As time went by, you failed to begin any type of relationship, and he couldn’t handle seeing you give up, thinking that you were not meant to be loved at all. You invested much more time into volunteering at local animal rescues, than even thinking about romantic life or a family.

Baekhyun was done waiting and giving you a chance to replace him in your heart. He knew you weren’t letting go of him for a reason – he couldn’t let you go either – but there was no ‘normal’ way for him to be with you. You weren’t moving on, thus, he decided to use his demonic identity to reunite with you. But a demon couldn’t be serious about his human ‘plaything’. So, he had deceived you and scared you into concluding a pact with him.

But that wasn’t something Baekhyun was willing to admit to Kai.

‘A rare innocence in that soul,’ Baekhyun cleared his throat. ‘A gem in a body like this – and I’m going to be the only one to have her. And use her.’

‘And corrupt her,’ Kai let out an excited laugh. ‘You know, hyung, I wouldn’t mind helping you break her in, push her past her limits...’

‘Fuck off,’ Baekhyun enunciated. ‘Your work here is done. Don’t even think about swirling around my soul again.’

‘So possessive. Why don’t you show your soul your real face then?’

Kai disappeared, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Baekhyun sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. What the demon was referring to was an ugly scar across Baekhyun’s face. It was something he wasn’t ready to show you just yet, or, perhaps, at all.

Thinking of the little lies he had to feed you in order to keep you close, he grabbed a glass of water before returning to the bedroom. You stirred as he entered and called for him, asking where he’d gone in your sleepy husky voice.

‘Got thirsty,’ he showed you the glass. ‘Have some too.’

He helped you have a few gulps to hydrate properly, and then watched you fall back onto your pillow. Leaning down, he planted a chaste kiss onto your forehead.

‘Go back to sleep, my little angel,’ Baekhyun murmured. ‘No one else will get to you now.’

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A/N: Um- happy Halloween? 😅👀 How do you like it?? Kai participates heavily in this one, and there’s a twist at the end too... What do you think of him and Baek? And the OC, did she make a mistake entrusting herself to a demon she barely even knows? I’m also really curious to know whether this was at all scary for you or not!! Please share~