#before halloween gets any farther away

[slight-gaming-addict]

Hello! I wanted to make a request for the Halloween Event with Leona and Malleus (If that's fine with the rules, just want to make sure) with them and Yuu entering a haunted house where the actors are trying to killing them, more precisely Yuu.

🕸️ 2024 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙 🕸️

༺☠༻ day 2 ༺☠༻

~ your local haunted house has its share of dark secrets ~

pairing: leona x gn!reader; malleus x gn!reader

warnings: bones breaking, angry, aggressive, and heavily protective leona, a sprinkle of fluff:); reader is said to be shorter than malleus, protective and angry malleus, he destroys a building, classic malmal

word count: 0.9k;1k

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ᴍɪɴᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇs

━─┉┈ 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 ┈┉─━

You're the one who had to convince him to come with you to the local haunted house in the first place. You had to drag him out of bed after prying him off you just so you could get up.

"I don’t want to go to some dumb house," he grumbled, turning away from you. After a lot of annoyance and your nonstop pleading, he finally agreed to go.

You convinced him that it wouldn’t take long and that you guys could come back right after, just wanting to spend some time with him. "You can spend time with me without leaving the house," he muttered.

"Stop being grumpy, it’ll be fun!" you said, pulling him toward the large house, where a line of people waited outside for their turn to enter.

Everything seems normal as you walk in, with props popping out at you from around corners—until the actors start appearing.

At first, they only come close, stopping just short of touching you, but the farther in you go, the more real the props look, and the bolder the actors get.

Leona isn’t a fan of how close they're getting, keeping a firm grip on your waist as you walk through the house, screams from others ringing in the air.

It’s when you feel someone tug at your wrist from behind that you let out a small scream, yanking your wrist free. You hear a low growl from Leona as he glares at the person who grabbed you, ready to pounce at the next one who dares.

The house seems to get darker as you move through, your heart pounding in your chest while Leona’s grip on you stays firm.

Unease settles deep inside you, and you start to regret convincing Leona to come. You want nothing more than to be under the warmth of your covers right now.

Leona’s had enough and is already looking for the exit, guiding you through the house. But he isn’t prepared when your body is suddenly ripped from his grasp.

You scream as a hand grips your ankle and drags you to the hard ground. You try to kick at whoever’s grabbed you, but their grip is too tight.

Leona is frantic, shoving away any hands that reach for him, not caring about the sound of bones cracking or the pained cries under his brute force.

Finally, you kick yourself free from the grip and push yourself backward. But before you can do anything else, Leona is there, shoving the person who grabbed you into the back wall so hard that decorations fall from the ceiling, clattering around them.

The shock wears off just enough for you to stand on shaky legs, adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

“Leona,” you call softly, trying to stop him from throwing more punches at the person who’s already knocked out.

As soon as Leona hears your voice, his head snaps toward you. He lets the body drop to the floor and walks over to you, cupping your face in his hands.

"Are you okay?" His gruff voice is still out of breath. You nod, feeling his rough palms brush across your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, let’s just... get out of here,” you stammer, your heart still racing. Leona nods, gripping you firmly as he guides you toward the exit.

The entire way out, Leona doesn’t let anyone get close to you. His low, warning growls echo above the chaos, and his grip on your waist is strong enough to keep you close but not to hurt you.

Anyone who even thinks about messing with you two backs off as soon as they see the look on Leona’s face, as if he's ready to burn the place down over the slightest provocation.

It takes longer than he’d like to find the exit, the house too big and too dark to navigate easily.

He exhales in relief when he finally opens a door and the cool night air hits you both. Goosebumps prickle your skin as the cold air brushes against your torn clothes from being dragged along the floor.

Leona pulls you closer to warm you as he quickly guides you away from the haunted house.

“I’m sorry,” you say, slightly out of breath from the rush. “I didn’t think—”

“It’s fine,” Leona cuts you off, his tone clipped with a trace of irritation. If you didn’t know him, you might think he was annoyed with you, but you know he’s angry at the situation, not at you. Still, you can’t help but feel bad for dragging him into something he didn’t want to do.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you so much, I just—" you begin, but Leona sighs, stopping you in your tracks. He lightly grips your chin and makes you look at him.

“Hey,” he says, his voice softer now. His eyes dart over your face and body, checking for any injuries. Once he’s sure you’re okay, he takes your hand and starts walking again. "Let’s just go home,” he says, relieved that you’re safe.

When you finally get back home, you're happy to crash into bed and fall into a deep sleep with Leona’s arms around you. By the time you wake up, the haunted house is completely gone, as if it had never been there in the first place.

━─┉┈ 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢 ┈┉─━

Malleus is ecstatic and readily accepts your invitation to go to a haunted house. He’s never been to one before and is eager to experience what has you so excited.

You try to explain what exactly it is, but he only stares at you with a questioning look—why would people volunteer to be scared?

You convince him to at least try it once, promising that if he’s not having fun, you’ll leave and find something else. However, you didn't anticipate how difficult leaving might be once you were inside.

You probably should have listened to your gut when you immediately sensed something off about the place, but you chalked it up to nerves, thinking the house was supposed to make you scared.

Walking into the house, you immediately notice the change in atmosphere and how cold it is. Goosebumps form on your arms, and you instinctively move closer to Malleus.

Malleus tears his gaze from the decorations to look down at you, checking that you're okay. You nod, assuring him you're fine, though the unease doesn’t fully leave your body. He seems to notice this and wraps an arm around your waist to hold you close. “Just stay close to me, love,” he says softly but loud enough to be heard over the noise in the house.

You wish you could say his touch calmed your nerves, but your heart continues to race. You've been in plenty of haunted houses before, but none have ever made you feel like this. You let out a soft breath in an attempt to steady yourself, focusing on getting through the house and letting Malleus experience it all.

After a few minutes glued to Malleus' side, you're able to calm your nerves slightly as the cheap props and scares remind you of other haunted houses you've been in before.

But the nerves return in full force when you enter a section of the house that looks and feels entirely different from the rest.

You glance behind you but can’t see the doorway you just walked through, your stomach twisting in knots. You’re about to ask Malleus if you can turn back when a large figure suddenly blocks the path behind you.

Your body starts to tremble, and you abandon the idea of turning around, instead quickening your pace, forcing Malleus to do the same.

Malleus doesn’t understand your sudden change in demeanor, unaware of how unusual this part of the house is. He gently grabs your wrist, stopping your frantic movement and turning you to face him.

“Are you okay, love? What’s wrong?” Malleus asks, concerned. You glance back at the hallway where the figure was, but it’s gone, leaving only an empty, dark corridor. Swallowing, you shake your head gently and look up at him.

“N-nothing, I’m okay, just got a little spooked,” you say, offering a small smile despite your heart still pounding in your chest.

Malleus isn’t convinced by your attempt to reassure him, concern still evident in his eyes. “Do you wish to go home?” You bite your lip, torn between not wanting to ruin his first haunted house experience and knowing he’ll sense if you lie. Reluctantly, you nod.

He leads you down the hallway, but finding the exit turns out to be harder than you both expected. Every time you pass through what looks like an exit, it leads to another dark part of the never-ending house.

You sense Malleus growing frustrated beside you, and you grab his hand to calm him, telling him you’ll find the way out soon, even though you're not entirely sure.

Then, just as Malleus steps away for a moment to check another door, you feel yourself yanked into a different room, a scream tearing from your throat.

Malleus spins around at the sound, panic surging through him, anger building at whoever dared to take you from him.

He hears your muffled screams behind a wooden door and doesn’t bother checking if it’s locked—he knocks it off its hinges, splintering the wood as it crashes to the ground.

Multiple hands are on you, dragging you deeper into the dark house, rendering you immobile. You struggle in their grasp, but each movement only makes their hold tighter, bruising your skin. Desperately, you scream Malleus' name, hoping he’ll find you, knowing you have little chance of escaping on your own.

They throw you into a small room, and you scramble backward, pressing yourself against the wall. It’s too dark to see much, but you can make out the vague shapes of masked figures surrounding you.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you fumble for anything you can use as a weapon. Your hand closes around a loose nail in the floorboards—better than nothing—and you clutch it tightly.

Malleus is nearly ready to tear the entire place apart as he storms through the hallways, calling your name, desperate to find you.

The masked figures move closer, and you catch the glint of metal in their hands—knives. You clutch the nail defensively, your stomach churning with dread.

You push yourself around the room in circles, trying to avoid them, but they tire of your stalling. They approach from both sides, trapping you in the corner.

As one moves closer, you panic. When they're within reach, you jab the nail into their leg with all your strength, piercing through their pants. The figure groans in pain and drops the knife, and you scramble to grab it, slashing at the figure in front of you.

The others move in quickly, surrounding you, and all you can do is hold the knife up defensively, hoping to do enough to escape. But the closer they get, the more your stomach fills with dread.

You’re about to strike again when the door bursts open, slamming into the wall across from it. Malleus stands in the doorway, fury etched on his face.

In an instant, the figures around you are sent flying across the room. Malleus rushes to you, and the knife slips from your grasp as he lifts you into his arms.

Relief washes over you, and sobs wrack your body as you cling to him, the warmth of his presence soothing your fear.

Without wasting any time, Malleus carries you out of the building, holding you securely as the structure crumbles and collapses behind you, finally safe in his embrace.

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buy me a coffee ♡

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Heyy, I just wanted to know if you could write a story with rhea x Fem! reader where they decide to bake cookies together and while they are waiting for them to bake reader decides to tease rhea and the results of that are reader and rhea banging on their kitchen table😛 smut pls 🙏

stop this is so cute. i’m gonna do it for halloween if that’s alright hehe those cute lil ghost and pumpkin cookies you know the ones eeek i’m so excited thank you for the request!!!!!!

Scream

rhea x fem!reader

content: soft rhea at first but then *surprise* sexy hot top rhea, fingering, praise, slight degradation, slight knife play, slight mask kink

Rhea finally had a day off so she wanted to spend it with you, of course. She’s been requesting since basically August to have a halloween movie marathon and you couldn’t be happier. Though you got scared easily, you knew the buff goth woman would be able to save you if Jason walked in the front door.

“I thought we could start with Scream and watch as many as we can and then move onto something else, I mean we have to start with the classic,” she claimed.

“I’m down for whatever, but the deal was that we had to make the pillsbury halloween cookies,” you giggled, “the ghosts and the pumpkins.”

“Yes, yes of course,” as she opened the freezer and pulled out both boxes, “should we make popcorn too?”

“Nah,” you say as you’re already setting the oven to the right temperature.

“You just… have that memorized?” she looked at the back of the boxes, then to the numbers on the oven, then to you.

“They’re my favorite cookies, of course I do,” you scoffed jokingly.

“Shoulda known,” she opened the boxes, “get two cookie sheets out then please.”

You do as told and set them on the counter. You grab a damp paper towel to wipe off the pans of any debris. “I’ll do these if you go find the movie?”

“You got it, baby,” she sets the boxes on the counter and gives you a soft kiss before she walks to the living room.

You neatly place the frozen cookies 2 inches away from each other as you continue to carefully pull the proportioned dough apart. She’s taking a while, you thought. You finish up placing the cookies just as the oven beeped, telling you it was at the correct temperature. So you open the door snd slide them onto the rack using your ‘Witch Please’ oven mitt. You set the timer then go find your girlfriend.

“Baby?” you start to walk to the living room. You were immediately blocked, “Oh my god.”

Standing in front of you was the tall wrestler but she was wearing an all black body suit that showed off her muscles perfectly and the famous Scream mask. She leaned on the doorway with her arm above you as her other hand held a very real looking fake knife.

The flood gates in your pants were immediately opened, “W-when did you get that?”

“Last week,” she said calmly, “you like?”

You didn’t think you had a thing for masks, but here you were, “mhmm,” you bit your lip to prevent any ungodly noises to come out.

The knife was dragged down your neck to your chest before dropping to the woman’s side. You didn’t think you had a thing for knives either but here you were. Maybe it was the two together? Maybe it was her doing it? All you knew was that you needed her… immediately.

“Yeah?” she walked you backwards by holding the knife gently to your neck, “who knew?”

“Y-yeah,” you gulped. Your legs hit the kitchen table so you couldn’t go any farther but she kept pushing. So you leaned backwards as far as you could.

“Crazy what a lil danger can do, huh?” she whispered centimeters away from your ear.

You let out a small moan.

“Why don’t we,” she drug the knife down to your chest once more, “have some fun while we wait for dessert, hm?”

You nodded your head. You couldn’t think of any words whatsoever, you were surprised to understand what she was even saying looking like that.

“Then lay down,” she growled as she dug the knife into your chest. Though it was plastic, it still hurt a little bit but you didn’t mind at all.

So you laid down, on the kitchen table, your legs hanging off, under your knife wielding masked hot buff goth wrestler girlfriend, I won, you thought.

“Good girl,” her accent said.

That could’ve made you cum right then, to be honest. The whole vibe of her was different, it was crazy and it was making you crazy.

She shifted herself between your legs so you wrapped them around her locking your ankles as you sat up on your elbows eyeing her toned body up and down.

“Like what you see, baby?” she cooed as she drug the knife down your torso.

“Very much so,” you bit your lip.

“Mmm,” the knife was now caressing your thigh and slowly moving to your inner thigh, “how long do we have?”

Assuming she was talking about the cookie timer, “a-about 10 minutes?” you struggled to see the timer.

“Plenty of time then,” and with that she dropped the knife and stripped your pajama shorts and underwear in one go, leaving your bottom half bare on the kitchen table in front of her, “And look, you’re already ready for me.”

“What did you expect?” you chuckled, “but please take off the mask now, I want to kiss you.”

She let out a long exaggerated sigh, “if you insist,” and slipped it off.

Almost as soon as she did, you sat up, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. So she bent down on top of you bracing herself with one hand as the other found its way to your soaking folds easily caressing.

You moan into her at the sensation when she begins to form slow circles on your clit. As more moans and whines come from you, she quickens her pace. She kisses down your neck, “didn’t know you’d be such a slut for the mask.”

“Me either,” you choke out.

“And the knife?” she bit at your neck, rolling your skin in her teeth.

“Fuck…love that too,” the pressure in your hips quickly began to rise.

“I guess I should use that more often then,” her free hand clasped around your neck as she stood back up, then easily slipped her fingers inside of you.

Your breath hitched as your eyes rolled back and your back arched, a quiet “god,” came from you. You gripped the edge of the table, white knuckling it as the knot in your stomach grew even more.

She smiled down at you, slowly pumping into you, “if that’s what you want to call me,” she joked. She quickened her pace as her grip on your neck tightened, “you look so pretty my baby,” she admitted.

One of your hands gripped on her toned forearm in front of you, groaning at her praise. Your hips worked against her perfectly, hitting everything just right, “fffffuck…right there,” you whine.

“C’mon baby,” she was pounding into you, the kitchen table was squeaking as you rocked your hips. She let go of your throat so she could squat down to lap at your clit while her hand worked its magic.

“Holy fuck,” your hand tangled in her hair. It didn’t take much longer for the pressure to finally release. “GOD,” your back arched hard as your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more, spilling out all over her hand. Moaning loudly, she let you ride it out as her free hand kept you from closing your legs.

Your legs shook a bit as she finally took her hand away, cleaning you up with her tongue. You finally relaxed, breathing heavily when the timer started beeping.

She stood up and smiled at you as she sucked her fingers cleaned. She left you wide open as she turned the timer off and took the cookies out. “Perfect timing,” she threw the mitt down on the counter.

You sat up on your elbows, “well… we have to let them cool,” you cocked an eyebrow at her playing with the knife at your mouth.

“God you’re such a whore, I love it,” as she hungrily rushed back to you.

[theobjectofmyobsession055]

Of Wonders and Witches: Chapter 1 (Zagreus x Reader)

I know this game came out like 6 years ago, but I've only just gotten around to playing it and I am OBSESSED. Specifically with Zagreus. So, in honor of Halloween, here's the first chapter of my witchy little reader-insert starring everyone's favorite god! I'm not sure how many chapters this story will have, but I have a very clear plot mapped out for it, so hopefully I'll actually finish this one in a timely fashion lol. Enjoy!

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Zagreus’ blood roared in his ears as he trekked through the cold, his entire body thrumming with adrenaline. He’d done it. He’d finally done it. After all this time, attempt after attempt after attempt, he’d gotten past Hades, felled his own father. And now, now he was only a hair’s breadth away from finally meeting his birth mother. He wondered what she was like, if he looked like her in any way. Achilles told him he took more after his father, but surely there’d be some family resemblance, right? Whatever the case, he was sure she’d be an improvement from his father, anyone would be.

That was, if he managed to find her amid all this blasted snow. Nyx had given him clear directions on how to get to his mother’s abode, but it was proving to be far less simple getting there than he’d thought. The battle with his father drained him of just about all of the strength he had, leaving him with several egregious wounds that painted red across the snow as he walked. His mother’s hiding place was much farther away from the Temple of Styx than he’d imagined, but he refused to give up now, not when he was so close.

He gasped for breath, clutching the dripping gash on his side as he continued to trudge through the snow, every step feeling like he was resisting the weight of the heavens themselves. He’d never felt more sympathetic of Atlas’ plight than in that moment. But he had to carry on, he wouldn’t let himself fall like this.

A rock jutting out from under the snow caught his foot, sending him sprawling out onto the ground with a thud. He groaned, his eyes squeezed tightly shut against the screaming pain in his head. His every nerve was on fire, his body wailing at him to stop. He tried to struggle onto his hands and knees, only to find that he couldn’t make his muscles budge.

It was cold. So cold. Not even the constant warmth of his flaming feet was enough to shut out the bitter chill seeping into his bones. And he was so tired. He felt the pull of Hypnos, lulling him into slumber. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to close his eyes, just for a second. He was so, so tired.

Zagreus watched with a detached sort of curiosity as crimson blood seeped into the stark white snow around him, the puddle expanding and expanding. He thought back to the wondrous sight of the sunrise he’d seen just minutes before, the red sun spilling its color all across his uncle’s vast realm. He wondered why he’d ever been ashamed of bleeding red—it was such a beautiful color.

And then, the world went dark.

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The scent of roasting herbs filled Zagreus’ nostrils. He groaned as he was roused from his slumber by the tantalizing smell, his head pounding. His eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision swimming slightly for a moment before his surroundings came into focus. He found himself seated on a plush recliner, bundled up in several soft, woolen blankets. He appeared to be inside a small cottage, the cozy interior decorated with paintings of creatures and places he’d never seen before. Bundles of herbs wrapped in twine hung in the windows, alongside various animal bones and crystals sitting on the sills. But the most striking thing of all about his new surroundings was the woman standing in the middle of the room, wrapped in a forest-green shawl and tending to a large cooking pot over the fire.

The woman looked up, her eyes alight with warmth as she regarded him. “You’re finally awake.” She turned to the cupboards behind her and retrieved a small wooden bowl, ladling a few spoonfuls of her concoction into it. She knelt down by Zagreus’ side and placed the bowl to his lips. “Drink. It’ll make you feel better.”

He did as she commanded, too tired and weak to resist. Warm, hearty flavors he didn’t recognize bloomed on his tongue, and he found himself greedily drinking down the entire bowl. He hadn’t realized just how hungry he’d been until his belly was no longer aching with emptiness.

Once he polished off the soup, the woman stood and filled the bowl once more. “Where…” he croaked, his voice hoarse and crackly. “Where am I…? Who are you…?”

The woman offered him a gentle smile as she set the bowl down on the end table beside him. “My name is Y/N. I found you unconscious in the snow, so I brought you back here to my home. In all honesty, I thought you were dead.” She retrieved a pitcher and poured its contents into a cup. “I’m glad to see that’s not the case. I don’t think I’d have the strength to dig a grave with the ground frozen solid as it is.” She chuckled, a low, soft sound that filled the cottage with warmth. She returned to his side and offered him the cup. “Water.”

Zagreus took the cup and drank, the coolness doing wonders for his scratchy throat. He coughed, dislodging the flehm from his esophagus. When he spoke again, it hurt far less. “Y/N… thank you.”

He was touched by this mortal’s kindness, shown to a complete stranger, no less. As he shifted, he realized that his wounds had been stitched together and bandaged. He could already feel his strength returning, his body beginning to heal his injuries. He picked up the bowl and drank deeply, savoring the satisfying flavor. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in a very un-princely manner. “What is this stuff?” he asked. “It’s delicious.”

Y/N’s soft smile widened ever-so slightly as she watched him enjoy his meal. “Just pumpkin soup. Though I did add a few extra ingredients to promote healing. You’re lucky I’m the one who found you—not everyone is as well-versed in the curative arts as I am.”

Zagreus raised a curious eyebrow. A mortal with the ability to mend a god’s wounds with just a meal? He’d never heard of such a thing before. “Are you a witch, then?”

Amusement shone in her eyes. “You could say that. Though I prefer to think of myself as more of a healer than a true sorceress. I don’t spend my days cursing people I don’t like, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He thought of all the witches he’d slain in the Underworld, their gnarl-toothed grimaces as they spat hexes at him on orders of his father. Y/N didn’t seem much like them at all—kind, gentle, her appearance youthful and her voice sonorous. In truth, she was quite beautiful. No, nothing like the witches he knew of.

She sat down in a chair across from him, maintaining a respectful distance. She steepled her fingers together in her lap and pinned him with a curious, enigmatic gaze. Her voice lowered, far more serious yet no less kind as she said, “…I’ve seen many strange things come from the direction of the Temple in my time living here, but this is the first I’ve seen a person. Either you are very lost… or very lucky.” Her eyes shone knowingly as she looked him up and down, making him feel a bit exposed. “…And judging by the looks of it, I’d wager on the latter.”

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but she held her hand up, silencing the words on the tip of his tongue. “I won’t make you explain, I’ve no interest in prying. I’m sure you’ve encountered far enough opposition thus. Just know that wherever you are going on your journey… tread cautiously.” Her expression sobered, her keen eyes examining him as though she could see directly into his divine soul. “…I sense much darkness surrounding you, enshrouding you with the warm cloak of night. That will serve you well if you wish to save yourself from the gods’ wrath, but even the darkest nights yet have the possibility to be illuminated by Olympus’ gaze. All that is to say… be careful.”

Zagreus blinked, shocked that a mortal could sense Nyx’s blessing so acutely. No true sorceress she said, sure. But even so, she didn’t seem interested in using her knowledge against him, which he thanked the Fates for. Her words of warning appeared to come from a place of genuine concern. He nodded, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming with determination. “Thank you, kind maiden. For everything. I don’t think I would have made it through the snow were it not for your aid, so I shall heed your words—I’ll be careful.”

She smiled, and the entire cottage felt warmer. Zagreus stood from the recliner and stretched his stiff muscles. He still didn’t feel one hundred percent, but it was much better than being half-dead. He knew he’d be able to make it the rest of the way.

Then it struck him that he had absolutely no idea where they were, and thus Nyx’s directions were entirely useless. With a sheepish flush creeping up his face, he turned back to Y/N and asked, “Say, just for curiosity’s sake… you wouldn’t happen to know about any divine gardens around here, would you? Perhaps inhabited by a certain goddess…?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in recognition. “Oh! You’re looking for Lady Persephone’s garden?” A conflicted look crossed over her face, her brows furrowing together. “…Lady Persephone doesn’t take kindly to most visitors. I trust there is a good reason she remains hidden away here. But…” She examined Zagreus once again, her gaze piercing. “…I can sense you have no ill intentions. If you must go to her, I can tell you the way.”

He nodded firmly. “Yes, I must. Thank you. I will not forget your kindness.”

“Oh, feel free to forget if you wish. It is only the right thing to do, to help a soul in need,” Y/N said, as though she didn’t just save his life.

He took in the sight of the woman before him, sitting there with her hands folded demurely in her lap as she smiled up at him. His voice came out much softer than he intended as he murmured, “I don’t want to forget.”

Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but he could have sworn he saw a touch of red bloom on her cheeks. She looked down at her hands in her lap. “…As you wish.”

Y/N instructed Zagreus on where to go to find his mother, and he was pleased to hear that it wasn’t far at all from their current location. But before he stepped past the threshold and back into the cold, Y/N stopped him with a gentle but insistent hand on his arm. “Wait, take this.” She unclasped her shawl from around her shoulders and placed it in his hands. “It’s awfully chilly out there. It’s not much, but it should at least help a little to keep you warm.”

He was more surprised than he cared to admit. Usually he was the one giving gifts to others, not the other way around. Besides, he was a god (not that she knew that), surely she needed it more than him? “Thank you, but I can’t take this. You’ve already done more than enough for me. Won’t you get cold?”

She waved away his protests with a dismissive hand and started affixing the shawl around his shoulders. It was heavier than it looked, a nice, warm, comforting weight. “Oh nonsense, I have plenty more just like it. Take it, I insist.” She took a step back to admire her handiwork, her lips curled up into a gentle smile. “I must say, green is a rather handsome color on you, stranger.”

“Zagreus,” he corrected automatically. He wasn’t sure why he was giving her his name when he was almost certain he’d never see her again, but he couldn’t stop it from slipping past his lips. “My name is Zagreus.”

“Zagreus…” she repeated, his name falling off her tongue sounding even more addictive than the taste of ambrosia. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Zagreus. I wish you nothing but luck on your journey.”

Something deep within him stirred. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but it compelled him to take her hand in his own and bring it up to his lips, placing a gallant kiss to her knuckles. “The pleasure has been all mine. Thank you again for your immeasurable kindness.”

This time, he knew he saw a red flush crawl up her cheeks. She pulled her hand away, which he released without resistance. But even so, a small, almost shy smile graced her lips. She cleared her throat. “Well, you’d best ought to get going,” she said quietly (almost reluctantly? Did he dare to hope?).

Zagreus steeled himself, standing up straighter. He had a mission to accomplish. “Yes. Farewell, Y/N.”

“Farewell, Zagreus.”

And with that final goodbye, he set back out into the snow. Y/N’s shawl proved to block out the cold just fine as he made the final trek to his mother’s home. Even though he was single-minded in his purpose, and he wasn’t entirely sure of what the future held, he found himself hoping that the Fates would see it fit to let them meet once again.

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Reader is went out to a party and dressed as a nurse for Halloween but, g!p Mina stayed home so to make it up to her “patient” she gave her a bj to feel better

im sorry it took me so long to finish (just like Mina-- I mean what?) but please enjoy!!!

1.6k words 

[GP!Mina x Reader]

CW: GP, light praise kink, this isn’t m*d*c*l play bc i don’t do that but R is wearing a nurse costume

Mina let out a low breath and closed her eyes as she gripped her length in her left hand. 

Unfortunately, the wrist she’d broken earlier was her dominant wrist, and now she was both frustrated and turned on, trying to adapt to getting herself off with only her other hand. Sure, she’d used her other hand before, but not nearly as frequently. And knowing she was completely unable to rely on any help from her right hand made her let out a little whine. 

Breaking her wrist was the fault of her own bad luck, but it was your fault she was so wound up now, eyebrows furrowed from her effort. Your Halloween costume, a handmade, near perfect replica of the uniform Nurse Dolly wore on Ratched, looked entirely too good on you. And now, instead of being able to enjoy seeing you in said costume at Jeongyeon’s Halloween party, she was alone, thinking about how she wanted nothing more than to greedily pull up your skirt and run her hands over your ass and thighs before–  

Mina sighed, cursing her useless injured wrist and unrelenting erection. She laid back a bit farther on the dark gray sectional, letting her bad wrist rest on the arm of the sofa. She had meant to go to bed earlier, wanting to cum just once to relieve some of her pent up frustration, but she couldn’t get herself over the edge and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. 

Still too aroused and lost in her lust-driven thoughts, Mina didn’t even register that the front door of the apartment opened and closed: you were back from the party. Mina had really wanted to go with you, but the idea of anyone bumping into her very broken wrist in its fresh cast made her wince. 

“Mina?” you called softly as you came in, but she didn’t reply. You checked your phone– it was after midnight. Maybe she had fallen asleep while trying to wait for you to get back. But then you walked in further, down the hall, through the kitchen, out into the living room and saw why she hadn’t answered you. 

You watched for a moment, almost tempted to let her carry on. But then you noticed the light sheen of sweat on her brow and wondered how long she’d been struggling to cum. Now you couldn’t resist her. And it was Halloween after all; maybe you could give her a compensatory treat.

“Why is my patient out of bed?” you asked, tilting your head with feign curiosity. Mina’s eyes snapped open and she looked up at you from the couch. Her gaze, you realized instantly, was both hungry and desperate. You had been debating teasing her, but as soon as you saw the ravenous look in her eye you knew it wasn’t the time. Your eyes locked onto her hard shaft and you licked your lips. “Can I help you with that?” 

Mina nodded, looking you up and down slowly. She’d seen your nurse’s costume come to life over the last few weeks and seeing it now thrilled her just the same. “Please,” she breathed. 

Quickly, you made your way over to the couch beside her. You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were magnetic against yours, unwilling to part from any source of pleasure. You broke away from her though, making her squirm with need. You watched her reaction as you moved your hand slowly and started to jerk her off, lightly teasing her cockhead by running your thumb over her pink, leaking tip. 

She must have been trying for ages, because you’d barely touched her but already the poor girl looked as if she could cum. But that wouldn’t do for you unless she came somewhere more satisfying than all over her shirt and abs. 

“Poor thing,” you cooed. “Would it feel better if I used my mouth?” 

Mina bit back a groan at your question, nodding furiously. You went to reach for the hair tie on her wrist, but Mina read your mind. Her hand wove through your hair until she had as much as she could collect in her fingers, careful not to ruin your teal-colored nurse cap. She pulled back firmly, not only keeping your hair out of your face, but letting you know she was going to be setting the pace from here on out. 

You caught her eye briefly, thinking that your eyes must be as blown out with lust as hers were. You knew Mina really wanted to cum if she was willing to take the lead and as much as you loved telling her what to do, you loved seeing this more commanding side of her. You leaned in a little for her and she responded by gently pushing your head down. The moment her tip entered your mouth, you knew you were going to give in to anything she wanted. You kissed and licked around her tip, letting out an involuntary moan before opening your mouth wider to let more of her in. 

Mina grunted lightly at the sensation, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She loved the way your mouth felt around her, and now she needed you, to claim you, to coat your mouth and throat with her seed. 

“Can I…?” she asked breathlessly, and you knew immediately what she was asking. She’d been training you over the last few months, stretching your throat, jaw, and retraining your breathing so she could fuck into your mouth endlessly without you needing to come off of her cock for a break or air. You were well on your way to becoming her perfect little toy. 

You nodded wordlessly, and Mina let out a heavy breath. Her grip on you tightened and she pushed you down further until your nose was up against the base of her cock. Your eyes watered a little but you invited her in, letting her fill and stretch you just the way she’d trained you. 

“Good girl,” she praised softly, using her other hand to touch your cheek reassuringly. She let up a bit and you proceeded to let her control your every move as she forced you to bob up and down slowly on her length. Sinking into a service-oriented headspace, it wasn’t long before you were drooling. The added wetness made it easier for you to glide up and down on her cock and filled the air with wet, lewd sounds while you continued to give her head. 

And Mina absolutely loved it. She loved the way you were so obedient for her, so willing to let her have her way with you. She loved how wet and puffy your lips became and the tears that threatened to spill from how hard you tried for her. 

“That’s it, just like that,” she said, watching her cock disappear into your mouth again and again. She continued to test your limits, pulling you back down to the base of her cock again before allowing you to come back up for a moment. Your warm, wet mouth felt incredible, but now Mina needed a little more. 

The next time you bobbed down on her length, she held your head in place. “Stay so nice and still for me, baby,” she breathed as her hips started to thrust slowly. 

You let out a muffled moan in response. This was your favorite part because you knew it meant two things: you had done well in working her up, and that Mina couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hips found a steady rhythm as she fucked up into your mouth desperately, her moans and pants becoming heavier. 

Her thrusts became gradually faster. Even though your jaw was starting to ache, you were at least at less risk of choking on her cock now because the more desperate Mina became, the sloppier she got. The couple inches that weren’t being shoved repeatedly into your mouth were in your hand now while you worked to jerk her off.

“Fuck,” Mina grunted. “Feels so good, just need to use you a little more...”

Her grip on the sides of your head tightened again and you really couldn’t move as Mina picked up the pace again. She was nearly incoherent now, murmuring half-completed praises to you as she tipped her head back. Her breath hitched and then hitched again as your mouth worked her closer and closer to the edge. 

Her praises trailed off altogether shortly after; the only thing you could make out was “fuck, yes, fuck,” and then she gasped. You took your hand away quickly and Mina pushed you down to her base as she came, thrusting violently up into your mouth. 

Your whimper was muffled and you swallowed what you could hastily. When she finally released her hold on you, everything you couldn’t swallow coated her cock while you bobbed shallowly on her length. 

You took your time cleaning her up, licking your way up her shaft and over her tip until she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to pull you up and away. She kissed you hungrily, unafraid to taste herself on your lips and tongue. Eventually she broke away from your lips, leaving appreciative, wet kisses down your chin and neck. 

“All better?” you asked, settling in to rest against her. Mina nodded, letting out a satisfied hum. “Much,” she said. She paused for a moment, then chuckled and touched the fabric of your costume lightly. “I'm lucky to have such an attentive nurse for the next six to eight weeks while I heal.”

[flightyquinn]

hey, minecraft tumblr, can we talk about something for a second?

this is what "horror mods" in minecraft look like right now. some long-limged oogabooga creature, usually black and with a big mouth, that chases you down while flailing and does a bunch of damage.

and yeah, i know that there are differences in mechanics between them, but in the end it still comes down to "you see an oogabooga in the distance, and then it chases you"

i'm not saying that this can't be scary. i'm just saying that it's getting a little oversaturated at this point, and there's other kinds of horror than just being chased by a model from spirit halloween's big & tall

if you want to stand out, you need to bring some new spooks

let me give you an example from a mod i've thought up, but probably won't end up making

i call it "The Innocent"

The Innocent looks like a baby villager with black eyes and a tattered robe in the nitwit colors. that's it. it doesn't even chase the player normally. in fact, it doesn't even move except to turn and face the player if they look at it. and that's where the fun begins...

The Innocent naturally spawns in uninhabited biomes, far away from both villagers and illagers. if the player looks at it for more than a second (so, long enough to be actually looking at it, and not just mousing past without noticing) it "bonds" to that player. once bonded to a player, it will keep appearing near them at random intervals, never under solid blocks (so not in caves or your house), spawning out of line of sight, watching them. it can and will watch through windows.

whenever it watches the player, The Innocent is also judging them. if the player kills living mobs, hits villagers, tramples crops, or other "bad" actions, this lowers an invisible karma score, while trading, building golems, breeding animals, and other "good" actions raise it.

if the player attacks The Innocent, it disappears in a puff of smoke, and this naturally lowers their karma a lot.

as The Innocent becomes more displeased, and it will over time become more displeased, bad things start to happen.

the sounds of crying, and eventually screaming children can sometimes be heard in the distance

baby zombie spawns become more common

nearby plants may turn to dead bushes when the player sleeps

paintings may change to others of the same size

rain and lightning become more frequent

zombies detect the player from farther away

etc...

if the player's karma is too low, then The Innocent may even turn into a (still black eyed) Drowned version of itself and attack. it's actually weaker than a regular baby zombie, though just as fast, so killing it isn't too hard. however, killing it doesn't make it stop, it just lowers your karma more, whereas dying to it is a Very Good Act. after all, you deserve it

but if killing it doesn't work, how does one get rid of The Innocent, i hear you ask. well, that's simple, after a certain number of encounters, every time you have a positive gain in karma by the time it disappears - that it to say, your karma at the end of the encounter is higher than it was at the start - there is a chance that The Innocent will be satisfied, meaning it will stop being bonded to you, and won't come back. there's just a couple of catches.

the number of encounters before it can be satisfied is random.

the player won't always be aware of when an encounter is happening.

"neutral" encounters - ones with no net change in karma - don't count towards the number.

the player doesn't get any direct indication of when The Innocent has stopped haunting them

[madlittlecriminal]

Hiya babs! Really not doing too hot lately. Hope you're well though :) can I get a Miguel or Steven grant fic with a depressed reader? Love you lots and happy Halloween 🩵

You Don't Mean It...Right? ☾ Steven Grant × Depressed!GN!Reader

i haven't written for steven in forever & i miss writing for him. also, im so sorry this is a month late, love :(

Warnings: angst, mentions of lack of eating, mentions of not sleeping, mentions of isolation, reader does snap at steven and calls him a hypocrite, marc pays a visit in his mind & there's a indirect mention of jake (shows depiction of DID), FLUFFY ENDING I PROMISE

note: i don't have depression (not diagnosed), but i have two friends who are...let's just say May (in 2023) was a bad month for me. my brother also has depression & he has insomnia. if there's anything wrong, please correct me.

Steven wasn't happy. You weren't eating properly, and your sleep schedule was out of whack. Heck, sometimes you would go days without sleep, and it worried him. You'd even go as far as to isolate yourself and he couldn't take it anymore. "Love?" You moved your head, silently letting him know you were listening. "Are you sure you don't want to eat?" You shook your head and he sighed. "Love, you need to eat." You didn't move and he made his way towards you.

"What's the matter? Do you want to talk about it?" You say nothing. You scoot farther from him on the couch. Steven felt his heart break a little. He knew you weren't okay, but when you moved away from him as if he was poison, it hurt. "Alright, we won't talk, and you don't have to eat now. I'll say it for you for later, yeah? Just get some rest."

"I'm not tired." Steven sighed. "Darling, you haven't slept in days. Please, get some rest." You scoff. "Hypocrite." He was taken aback. "What?" He looked over at you with sad eyes. "You're telling me to sleep and eat when you don't even do it sometimes. You're a hypocrite." Steven froze at your words. "What?" Marc's voice echoed through Steven's head. He was also hurt by your words. He knew you weren't okay, especially because you never snapped at any of them, let alone Steven. "You don't mean that, love...do you?"

You blinked a few times before shaking your head and falling into his chest before crying. "I'm sorry." He hugs you tightly and rubs your back. "It's alright, love. Do you want to talk? Eat? Sleep?" You shook your head. "Can I just lay here with you for a bit?" He nodded. "Of course." You nuzzled into him and sighed. "I'm sorry for being so distant, Steven. I'm sorry for not eating or sleeping." He shook his head. "Don't apologize, darling. I know life can get in the way. I mean, you know better than anyone what goes on in my mind. People will think I'm bonkers, but you never did. You understood." You smiled softly. "And I love you all." Steven kisses the top of your head. "We love you too. Also, I'm sorry for not eating and sleeping sometimes too. I feel like I should apologize for that."

"I really didn't mean it when I called you a hypocrite." You say softly and he sighs. "I know, love. Just remember, if you ever want to talk about it, we're here and we'll listen." You smiled softly. "I got lucky with the three of you, didn't I?" He shrugged. "Not to sound shallow, but maybe you did." He whispered, causing you to snicker. "Hearing it from you is definitely something I have to get used to." He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. "Good because neither of us plan on leaving you."

[rosesradio]

For the halloween prompt, heres something i was going to do but got to lazy

So basically, there's a killer at CHB, and everyone thinks it's Nico except his boyfriend (whoever you want it to be) but his boyfriend betrays him and is revealed to be the killer

here you go, warning for general darkfic/suggestive content <33

A soft, tell-tale humming sounded through the trees. Flickering flames.

The scraping of a knife against wood.

Just the other day, Nico thought, Leo never would have caused harm to the nymphs. He had a soft spot for them, always chatting with them as he made his way to the Bunker.

Just the other day was a lifetime ago.

Nico curled in on himself, breath catching in his throat. He trembled where he sat, leaning against the tree that was quickly fading out of existence. The son of Hades could hardly blame her for trying to hide, trying to escape.

Nico was trying to do the exact same thing.

Truth be told, he could have ran farther. If his shadow travel wasn't hindered by his stupid overwhelming anxiety, he could have gotten away.

But he couldn't. Orpheus loved Eurydice, so he looked back. Nico loved Leo, so he stayed. He stayed in spite of what he knew.

"Gotcha, sweetheart!" Leo cooed, scraping around the tree with his large butcher knife just as it completely faded away. He pouted, wiping away green nymph blood on his sleeve. "I never was very good with women," he grinned, eyes lighting up maniacally as he picked Nico up by the sleeve, throwing him against another nearby tree. "But I'm happier playing with you instead…"

Nico coughed as his back hit the hard wood, the air temporarily knocked from his lungs. He whimpered as Leo approached closer, fumbling for his sword, but…he couldn't do it. It all felt like one big game. Any minute now, Leo would snap out of this—his gaze would be soft, his words concerning as he asked Nico if he was okay. Leo would do anything to take care of his boyfriend, to make him laugh and feel better.

But that didn't happen.

Because Nico knew his secret, and he would die with it.

"I don't appreciate how ungrateful you've been," Leo mused, pinning Nico to the tree. A hand wrapped around his throat. He didn't apply any pressure, though the threat was there. Nico stayed deadly still, his face flushing, his breathing heavier.

"I'm supposed to take care of you, muñeco," Leo continued. Underneath his eyes was dark—too many sleepless nights in the Bunker, concocting inventions once used for good.

Nico had seen the contents since. The son of Hephaestus had succumbed to a sick darkness inside of him, creating machines of torture like the world had never seen.

"You and I both know Will was getting too close to you," Leo explained. "He was playing with fire and he knew it, always flaunting around like he'd take you from me at any minute. He was dangerous. And I know you're mad at me, but…" he twirled his knife expertly between his fingers in his free hand, batting his lashes almost innocently at Nico. "When I was innocently going through his things and found a pair of your underwear, well…I had to do something. He couldn't just get away with something like that, sweetheart…"

Nico's lower lip trembled. His eyes stung.

"There were other things you could have done," Nico managed hoarsely. "Other things I could have done…"

Leo hummed, mockingly contemplating the idea before shaking his head. "I don't think so, Neeks. But it doesn't have to end this way. Stay with me! My machines, your power over the dead…we'd be the most powerful lovers in the world…" he leaned in, kissing Nico's cheek. He moved his lips down to his neck, the feeling soft and warm against the cold.

It was familiar. So painstakingly familair, it made Nico's heart ache.

He had lost his mind…but perhaps Nico could help him find it. Roadblocks happened in relationships all the time—what was a little murder when compared to Thanksgiving with the in-laws?

Nico loved him. Leo would surely be sent to the Fields of Punishment, but perhaps Nico loved him enough to follow him there.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 9

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You were working out with Steve, Bucky, and Sam, when Y/S/N came into the gym. "Oi, Y/N, we got a facetime call with our dear father."

You paused in the middle of your sit-ups. "Pardon? English next time?"

"Humorous. Hurry up." Y/S/N said, nerves in her voice.

"I'll finish later," You murmured, snatching up a towel and your water bottle, hurrying out of the gym.

"When did he call?" You asked as the two of you walked down the hallway. Y/S/N was leading slightly and you ended up in her room on the fiftieth floor.

Tony had let her design it to her tastes. It was mostly dressed up in pinks, purples, and blues. The bed was against the wall with a large, sheer princess curtain coming from a small circular add on from the ceiling. The nightstand was covered in different makeup products, the desk scattered with homework. Several celebrity prints were tacked up on the walls. There was a large dresser with a vanity, more makeup products there along with hair things. The bathroom door was ajar, showing the curling iron was still plugged in.

There was also a minifridge that you were sure were stocked with Snapple and frozen chocolate bars.

She'd also gotten windows which were square and framed with the same kind of curtains as what surrounded her bed, just thicker to block out the light.

The carpet was white and fluffy.

The computer was set up on the bed. Your father was waiting, the outline of a bottle of beer just barely visible in the camera eye. He pushed it up discretely as the two of you sat down in front of the computer.

"Hello pumpkin, long time no see." Dad said with a bit of a grudge in his voice.

"Hello dad." You replied cautiously. "What are you calling for? You never call?"

"At least I didn't run away and abandon my kids." You farther said, a muscle twitching in his cheek.

You sighed. You really didn't have any energy for fighting. "If you call to bitch about, save it. I was in the middle of a workout."

"Don't use that word Y/N." Your father said sternly. "And I heard that you have a wedding coming up in five weeks. Who're you going to have walk you down the aisle?"

Very good question. Fantastic, really. You had no idea. Tony had suggested Happy, who really wasn't a bad choice. You and Happy got along fantastically. He was a really good guy who took his job seriously. And he was very deeply in love with both of his wives. Fury had also said Coulson wouldn't mind walking me down the aisle. And Thor had said any number of his friends were more than willing to walk me down the aisle as well. Even Bruce, Scott, and Vision had offered.

"We haven't decided yet." You said stiffly.

"Maybe you'd let your father walk you down the aisle?" He asked awkwardly.

"Dad. . . you've never been a part of mine and Y/S/N's life. Very rarely anyways. Why would this be any different?"

"It's a special event." Your father said firmly. "We were always there for every birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Fourth of July. We were there for each graduation and sporting event. We were always there for the big things!"

"But you were never there for the small things." You protested. "My best friends parents taught me to ride a bike. My kindergarten teacher was the one to teach me to brush my hair and teeth. I mean, I know you and mom never wanted kids, but gosh Dad, you could've at least acted like a parent!"

"Y/N, I'm trying here!" Your dad shouted back.

"And then after the wedding, when would we see you again? Y/S/N's wedding? The birth of my child? Or would we see you every weekend as a family? You have to get your priorities together before you come back into our lives. I mean, there was a reason we left. The drinking? The abuse?"

"I didn't abuse you girls!" You father snapped. A red flush was starting to creep up on his neck.

"You neglected us. And after mom died, you took your anger out on us. There's a reason we left and you're going to have to get your fucking shit together, alright?" You tapped the hang up button before snapping the laptop closed.

"To much?" You asked your sister who had been completely silent the entire conversation.

She just shrugged. "I don't know. Guess you kind've covered everything, really."

You sighed, grabbing your water bottle. "I'm gonna go and hit the shower. When are you seeing Y/S/BF/N again?"

"Tomorrow night." She sighed. "What do you have this afternoon?"

"Nat, Maria, Wanda, and I are going dress shopping. Wanda is adamant that I get a fantastic wedding dress." You said, starting to pin your hair up so that you didn't get it wet in the shower. "Plus they'll be looking for bridesmaid dresses and such."

"Who did you choose as maid of honor?" Y/S/N asked.

"Shuri. Thought it was fitting. Cassie and Morgan are going to be flower girls. I just need one more bridesmaid, but I don't know if I should choose Pepper or Hope."

"Hope, I think." Y/S/N suggested, "Nat and Wanda are both red heads. Maria is a brunette and so is Hope. Then you've got them matching. Of course, Tony is the one being bonded to you and he's close to Pepper. . . but I think Hope would be better, aesthetically speaking."

"Good idea." You mumbled. "Alright, I'll see you later. Natasha will kill me if I'm late."

"Have fun. Get a black dress." Y/S/N shouted behind me.

"It's a wedding, not a funeral!" You shouted back as you made your way up two floors to your bedroom.

Your bedroom looked like [details to describe your bedroom to the fullest fantasy]

For those of you who have no imagination:

You had a large pink and gold bed under and archway against the back wall. It was thick with blankets and comforters and had like seven pillows on there, all of them comfortable and plush. The matching furniture was aesthetically white with gold coloured knobs. There was a nightstand next to the bed which had a simple white and pink lamp and a few books stacked on top of each other.

You had a desk where you did some of your work at. It was white as well, a baby blue spiny chair behind it. There were several cups on the desk which held pens. You had a few more books on the desk, along with your laptop covered in Kawaii food stickers and Severus Snape/ Remus Lupin stickers.

The closet was a large walk- in one that was already filled with clothes, all of them to your taste. There were also several pairs of shoes and a few purses.

There were several tall bookshelves that were crammed with every single book you'd ever read. There were also two white armchairs and a small coffee tables, almost making it a very miniature library.

Like with Y/S/N's room, there was a small minifridge. Tony had made sure every room had a minifridge so that people stopped waking him up when FRIDAY alerted him consistently that there was someone in the elevator going to the kitchen at three in the morning.

Of course, some people *cough Sam and Rhodey cough* liked to use the elevator at three in the morning anyways just to irk him.

Clint had no problems- he just used the vent system.

Your minifridge was filled with [several snacks] rootbeer and 3 musketeer bars.

You quickly climbed into the shower, cleaning yourself of sweat and boiling hatred with a calming soap with a [Fav scent] scent. Once you had officially clamed down, you rinsed off your body, shutting the shower off, and stepping out of the shower.

You dried off before pulling on a pair of black jeans and a long sleeved purple sweater. Seriously, New York in the winter was freezing. You were so glad you guys were going to the Bahamas soon for the wedding.

Which reminded you.

You grabbed your phone and sent a text to Stephen as you grabbed your winter jacket and pulled on winter boots.

Y/N 🥖: Don't let Tony book the most expensive hotel room when he books hotel rooms. It's unnecessary as we'll be spending a lot of time exploring.

Severus Snape 😂💞: Don't worry. Rhodey is handling that aspect.

Y/N 🥖: Good. I'm going out with Nat, Wanda, and Maria.

Severus Snape 😂💞: Have fun

You giggled every time Stephen's text name popped up on the phone. You had changed his name from My Wizard to Severus Snape when you had heard him do an extraordinary impression of your favorite wizard from the Harry Potter movies. So now that was his name in your phone.

You quickly hurried through the tower before meeting the three ladies out front. Nat drove, stealing one of Tony's cars. You clutched your seatbelt for dear life as she tore through the streets.

"I'm driving on the way back." You gasped as she finally parked in front of the bridal shop.

"Why?" Nat asked, puzzled while Maria also looked like she was recovering from a heart attack. Wanda looked unfazed. But Wanda would probably be fine if we crashed, burned, and got turned into a metal rubix cube.

You just shook your head, walking into the bridal store. You hit with mostly a variety of white dresses, but also some pale pinks, creams, and sky blue dresses.

Nat and Wanda were very quick to scoop up half a dozen dresses. "Here." Nat said, shoving them into your arms and then forcing you into a dressing room.

You let out an exhaling breath. You sorted through them, setting aside ones that you knew were definite 'no's' just by looking at them.

You stepped out in the first one and Maria actually held a hand up against the glaring gems.

"Yeah, this is a bit much Nat." I said, glancing over at her. "It'll actually blind the guests. Especially in the Bahama sun."

"Alright, fine." Nat muttered, "But you look like Cinderella."

"Well thank you." You said with a grin, "But it's also a bit heavy. To hot I think."

Wanda nodded, "Next dress then."

You quickly changed, already deciding that you didn't like it as you stepped out of the changing room. "I don't like this." You said just as you opened up the door. "It looks more like something I'd wear to one of Tony's high end function parties, not my wedding."

"Agreed." Maria said. "Although it is thinner for a beach wedding. But it doesn't really scream 'wedding'."

You sighed, heading back into the changing room. You tossed on another dress. God, was Nat trying to boil you alive?

"This is a bit much?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at Nat.

"You look beautiful!" Nat squealed, helping you zip up the back of the dress for the full effect.

"I'm hot just looking at you in it." Wanda said.

Nat sighed in disappointment, rolling her eyes and tossing her red hair over her shoulder, "So? I mean, look. How long is the ceremony? Four hours? You'll be fine. I'm sure there'll be some fans up."

Fans?

You laughed. "Oh Nat, I love you. But I'm not going to try and stand under a fan for four hours to stay cold in this."

"Here," Wanda said, levitating a dress over with her powers, "Try this."

You took the dress out of the air, moving back into the changing room. Maria quickly helped you unzip the dress before closing the door behind her. You stepped out of the dress, putting on the fourth. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, a shy smile coming out on your face.

It wasn't sparkly or fancy or lacy like the others. But it was thin, simple, yet elegant and would be a good dress.

You stepped out shyly, "I think this is it."

"Yes." The other three said together. "That's it."

"Gosh, just wait until they see you in this." Wanda sighed wistfully.

Nat was almost squealing with excitement. Despite her hardcore assassin personality, she absolutely loved clothes, just like her sister Yelena.

"You look stunning Y/N." Maria said sincerely.

"Thank you. Um, do you guys know what colour your bridesmaid dresses will be?" You asked.

"Not until Steve, Bucky, and Shuri get back to us on what the colours of the wedding are. We don't want to show up wearing orange if it's pink, red, and white." Nat said.

"Orange would clash with your hair anyways." You pointed out as you stepped back into the changing room to take off the dress. You put it in the special bag before bringing it up to the front to pay for it.

After you guys climbed back into the car- Maria driving while Nat pouted in the back- you headed out to eat at an Italian place before heading back to Avengers Tower.

Once there, Nat helped you sneak the dress up to her floor. She had already decided that it would be best to keep the wedding dress in her room so that if the guys tried to peak, they wouldn't be able to find it. You had agreed.

After that, you went down to the library, finding it empty except for Loki.

"Hello my Queen." He said, looking up just briefly from the book to wink at you.

You flushed before he made a hand motion with his hand to tell you to come over to him. You did so, coming to stand near him. He reached out, pulling you onto his lap. "Have you read this book before?"

It was called A Poem a Day by Clementine.

"I'm afraid not." You answered.

"Shame on you." He jested lightly. "I'll just have to read it aloud to you."

You settled into his chest, resting your chin lightly on his shoulder. He kept one arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding the book, before he flick the page to continue.

Each poem brought you deeper and deeper into the abyss. Loki and you continued to enjoy your afternoon just like that until you both fell asleep in the library, content in each other's embrace.

⬅️➡️

[beastinthebelfry]

Well, I failed miserably at my Halloween Challenge so have the last part of The Ravaging on account. Still working on the Halloween story, it's just going to be awhile before I post anything for it.

Ao3

A cold breeze bellows through the trees, heralding the end of another encounter. You look up, watching as the man and the female constructs grow farther away, the vines cradling you as you're lowered to the ground. You're amazed to realize just how far into the air you’ve been this whole time, the darkness and bio-luminescence playing tricks on your depth perception. 

The Vines set you on your feet, holding you up until they're sure you can stand on your own and only then do they retract. You stand in the darkness, willing your vision to adjust to the darkness, but no matter how long you stand there, the inky blackness is too thick to penetrate. You supposed you can stand still and let whatever monster that passes by catch you. That’s certainly not the worst scenario, but it's also not the most appealing. You’d like to explore. 

You’ve always wanted to go camping, or hiking off trail in the woods, but the very real possibility of being lost and cut off from civilization weighs heavily on you every time you consider it and so you’ve always talked yourself out of it. But here you can’t get lost. You're being monitored and there are any number of other people and creatures here as well, so you aren’t alone. This may be the only chance  for you to do something like this with this level of certainty. 

Perhaps the forest is wondering why you haven’t moved, or maybe the man in the bark is still watching you, either way, the darkness is suddenly chased away by the same bio-luminescent mushrooms. Blooming all around you, sprouting up the trees and along the ground they form a cocoon around you. You take a step forward to study them closer and more mushrooms sprout in the same direction. 

Testing a theory, you turn and take a step in another direction, watching as the spores bloom the same as before. You smile to yourself. “Thank you.” you say out loud and the leaves about you rustle in a light breeze. 

You stand at the center for a moment longer, determining which direction you want to take before choosing the right and following the glowing mushrooms until you come to a well worn trail where lanterns hang from wooden posts along either side. You step into the light of the lanterns and turn to watch the mushrooms recede the way you’d come. 

“Well well well, it must be my lucky night.” a deep voice like gravel sounds somewhere out into the darkness. The sound slides across your sensitive nerves and you shiver as your arousal spikes again. A chuckle reverberates through the trees and you turn abruptly trying to pick out the source from the darkness. “Here I am, searching for the perfect dessert to end our night and there you are, emerging from the forest like a gift from the gods.” 

You turn once more in time to watch them emerge through the trees. A werewolf of enormous size, even bigger than the one at the beginning of the night. Standing at, at least eight feet tall on his hind legs, his shaggy black hair is run through with silver and his piercing yellow eyes seem to glow in the lamp light. He licks his lips, taking you in from head to toe. It’s easy to assume he likes what he sees as his thick red cock rises to attention. 

“What’d ya say sweetheart? Want to finish the night out with a few old dogs?” he asks, taking a step closer. 

You nod dumbly, eyes transfixed on his leaking member. He chuckles again before he’s moving too fast for you to register, scooping you up and planting your back against a tree. 

“You flatter me,” he says. “Why don’t we have a little warm up before I take you to meet my boys?” 

You whimper, the feeling of his massive paws on your body overwhelming your senses. “Mmm please.” 

He hums, the rumbling sound traveling through your body where you’re pressed together.  “So polite.” he says, bending his thick neck and nuzzling at yours. You feel the sharp points of his teeth pressing against your skin as he lathes his tongue across your pulse. “You smell divine.” he tells him, his paws coming around to cup your rounded bottom. He hikes you up a little higher, the bark biting into your skin, but you barely notice as his heavy length comes to rest against you. 

The wolf shifts to one knee, hoisting you up and throwing your knees over his shoulders in one smooth motion. The display of power is intoxicating all on its own. You grip at the fur around his massive head as it settles between your legs. You hear the rush of air as he takes in a deep breath, letting it out with a deep rumbling chuckle. 

“Quite the adventure you’ve had tonight.” he says before flicking his tongue out against your folds. You gasp, still sensitive after everything that happened in the trees. 

The wolf chuckles, vibrations rumbling through you. And then he’s devouring you, rough tongue lashing across your clit, still so sensitive from every adventure so far. A growl rumbles deep in his chest and the feel of it vibrates across your nerves tipping you over the edge as he dips his long tongue in to lick up the slick that gushes from you. 

The wolf hums. “The old man rarely takes more than one offering, you must have put on quite a show to draw their attention. Lucky us, they decided to let you go before the end of the night.” he unhooks your legs from his shoulders and stands, cradling your body to his solid, furry form. “No one seeds a mortal better than the Green Man himself.” he licks his muzzle obscenely and you shiver at the sight. 

The wolf maneuvers you around in his arms, then steps back into the treeline where he emerged before. As you move away from the lanterns, the darkness swallows you up, but the wolf clearly has no trouble seeing, his footsteps nearly silent through the underbrush. 

Experience so far has taught you that there is nothing to fear here, that you're safe, so you hunker down in his arms, his warmth fighting off the chill of the night. You're soon rewarded for your patience as you catch a faint glow in the distance. As you move closer, the glow grows brighter and you can hear the crackle of fire and the low murmur of deep voices. 

The wolf steps through the brush into a clearing, drawing the attention of four other wolves sitting around the fire. They’re all about the same size, in varying shades of gray and brown, white around their muzzles and streaked through their fur. 

You just barely manage to hold on to what remains of your dignity as they each stand, towering over you, even in the first wolf’s arms. 

“I hope you're all still hungry.” he says to what you can only assume is his pack. “This one was blessed by the old man himself.” 

“They took more than one?” a russet brown wolf asks, the shock clear in his voice. “She must be something special.” 

“She tastes divine.”  

There’s a cacophony of growls around you then, each wolf responding with a low rumble that sets off your nerves like someone holding a vibrator to your clit. You feel your body come alive, tingling pricks against your skin peaking your nipples. You clench involuntarily, breath stuttering. 

“That’s his doing.” the wolf holding you explains. “The sensitivity will eventually wear off, but until then, you’ll feel everything more acutely now.” 

As if to emphasize the point, you feel him press his thumb against your folds, sinking the meaty digit in. You gasp, clenching around him, body shuddering at the intrusion. 

“Please.” you moan, willing them to understand what you need as words fail you. 

They laugh. “Of course sweetheart.” a stocky gray wolf replies, stepping forward, his one eye is a crystal clear blue, a scar running from his brow over his left eye, the lid closed. 

“Get her ready quickly.” the first wolf says, letting the gray wolf pull you from his grip. His thumb pops free and you groan in disappointment. “The night is almost over and it’s going to take all of us to satisfy her.” 

You don’t resist, letting them manipulate your body, feeling boneless and heavy with arousal. The gray wolf carries you to the other side of the fire, where a wooden contraption sits, metal chains fastened to the bottom. He lays you on your stomach on the padded surface, knees braced on an outcropping on either side. You feel the cold weight of the cuffs against the skin of your wrists and ankles. 

“She’s ready, boss.” one of them says and you peer over your shoulder watching as the wolf who brought you here steps up behind you. He grins, flashing his pearly white teeth and for a moment the haze of lust dissipates enough for you to consider how handsome he is. And then just like that the thought and all thoughts are gone, arousal rushing through you at the feeling of something thick pushing at your entrance. 

You’ve had a very interesting night. Thick cocks galore, but there’s something about this, right now that feels different. The stretch is more intense, lightning shooting across your nerves. You grab on to the edge of the wooden structure, nails digging in. The wolves howl and laugh around you watching you tremble with each thrust through you.

Words are lost to you, the only sounds you can manage are animalistic, grunts and groans and whines. You’d be embarrassed if you could even think that clearly. 

Your first climax among these beastly men hits you so fast and unexpectedly that you scream, shrieking into the night like a banshee. Laughter erupts again but you can barely hear it through the rushing in your ears, your body never leaving that pleasured plateau as the “Boss” continues to fuck you through another and another. 

When he nears his own end, he bends over you, pressing your body into the wooden beam, hips pistoning into you with short, powerful strokes. Your screams are swallowed up by his howls as he unloads inside you. You can feel his cum gushing out around his thick member. 

Eventually he pulls free, stepping away to let the next wolf have his turn. It’s much the same as before. At no point have you become desensitized to these intense sensations. Each wolf fucks you in their own way, slow and deliberate, fast and rough. It’s all different and yet all the same, a steady unyielding wall of pleasure building inside you until you feel like you can’t breathe. 

You’ve long since stopped screaming, whimpering now as exhaustion sets in. But even then you don’t want it to stop. You feel like it’s not enough, like it’s never enough. They rotate again and again, taking turn after turn. At some point you lose track of who's using you. 

As the blue hour rises around you, the “Boss” takes his turn again, his thrusts, slow but powerful, as if he can feel the magic that kept you suspended in bliss beginning to fade with the coming dawn. 

You feel his rumbling chuckle against your back as he leans against you, nuzzling at your neck. “Give me one more, sweetheart.” he growls against your ear. You whimper, clenching down around him. “That’s it, a little more.” Your final climax rolls through like a warm summer breeze, you stretch and curl into it savoring it like a cat in a beam of sunlight. 

There’s movement around you, the chains fall away. You're lifted from the bench, warm soft fur a soothing balm to you over sensitive skin. You carried somewhere not too far away where you're wrapped in warm, soft fleece. And then there are people there. People in matching charcoal jumpsuits, surgical masks over their nose and mouths. There’s a logo of some kind embroidered on the left breast, a swooping elegant M. 

One of them asks you if you can stand, if you need assistance walking. You push to your feet, steady yourself and when they're satisfied you won’t fall over, they lead you along the lantern lined trail from before where groups of people are walking along with other jumpsuit clad people. 

You breach the edge of the forest into the clearing where private ambulances with the same logo painted across the side sit waiting. Medical personnel filter out to meet the crowd, passing out water and evaluating anyone who seems a little too out of it. You spot the pink haired man from before limping toward an ambulance as a stretcher passes with the sulking man with the tree people, a blissed out smile beneath the oxygen mask. 

“Congratulation,” the automated voice from before sounds through the early dawn hours. “You have survived The Ravaging.”  

[roseprincesskristina]

Count Hunkula ((Vamp! Yami Yugi X Yugi))

((Sup, boils and ghouls! Princess Tina here once again wanting to offer y'all my steamy spooktacular semi long fan novel right heretofore your utter observation. Halloween may be coming tomorrow, but it ain't too early to celebrate at all, heck no! Anywho, feel free to enjoy reading this bone shivering tale about a youthful King of Games and his crowned Egyptain sovereign. Happy Halloween 🎃😄))

Onto this tranquil inauguration of Autumn, a mild comforting season emerging itself gracefully by a voluntary visit toward the metropolitan town of Domino City, Japan, populated with numerous health minded denizens both youthful as well as elderly conjoined altogether to share the similar pure halcyon, even to decorate every single vegetative leaf of dual trees and bushes across the entire country with a gentle swipe of a paintbrush to morph them into five beautiful colors of the seasonal rainbow, a tender hearted young man plus new owner of a still remained Kame Game department named Yugi Moto aimlessly ventures throughout a crimeless municipality upon an ordinary saunter into the center of a relaxing afternoon nightfall wielding double bagged hoards of supplies in his hands to carry all the way home safely.

Indulging with sheer thankfulness for absolute peace caused by the fair temperature alongside a melodious breeze offering its friendly embrace to entrap his late petite anatomy, adorable cheeks, and caressing the tri hued spiky hair dough in an invisible hand makes the empathetic King of Games to whistle out his rapturing sigh of relief while continuously traveling farther from the food market only to obtain at least several meals including beverages he had purchased earlier into daytime due to the gaming establishment/household possessing zero supper or refreshments whatsoever, Yugi decides to proceed onward at the park for a 40 second break upon the solo bench to set himself as well as the bag of groceries on a clean seat before returning back to the abode cautiously into one peace.

Capturing numerous silent breaths while feeling partly worn out during a semi lengthen exercise walk around the cleansing city in complete ease other than his recent adolescent years in Domino High according to the pint size figure he used to have regardless about becoming a target for crucial bullying, yet instead, it was a worthwhile effort of getting within an appropriate physical shape to stay active for not only healthy reasons by lonesome, but with invigorating duels as well.

Ascending two crystal clear violet pupils of his cutely ginormous eyes above the decent navy bluish skies with an addition of the flawless winter moonlight teeming along the glistening stars that possess true beauty in appreciative awe despite diamonds or any other kinds of different gems that some others gaze toward the window of a jewelry store especially a pawn shop, he would hardly witness anything so breathtaking such as this heretore in his youthly adult life until today.

Accurately an excellent observation of the blissful dusk that will surely become a perfect medicine to cure every brain such as the kind spirited Moto's into a non state of paradisic dreams to simmer away the dreaded nightmares about violence, greed, then mostly as well as the Shadow Realm.

Few seconds have swifted like a fox into a marathon race, the entitled dueling champion had finally reached onward to his destination, AKA, the game building after a hard working stroll all over the urban streets holding grocery baggage in both arms just to increase a few muscles inside his slim physique.

"Phew.... Boy, I never knew that doing daily chores like this can be a rough exercise than running laps at the gym in high school. No wonder my Grandpa had went all the trouble for retreating the groceries for our house." Said Yugi, blowing off his panting sighs from his mouth to relinquish his breathing from the usual leg work by walking.

"But on the bright side, at least I made back to the game shop safe and sound with all those groceries. Thank goodness for that."

With this cast aside, he would grab onto the handle of the second market bag that was carried into his right hand with the left one as his other dives inside his leather school pocket to fish out his keys before unlocking the door.

Until suddenly, unbeknownst to the Dark Magician user who took his swell time on playing the difficult Crane game deep into his pocket to win the keys then began to open the door, it was mysteriously unsealed by an anonymous individual other than his grandfather Solomon Muto, who recently used to live here before his retirement.

Procuring the keys that he successfully dug out of the pocket at last, especially in time to insert it to the keyhole of his residential house, he then shockingly finds that the once sealed door has been Open Sesamed without problems.

"Huh? What the....? Why in the world is the door completely open when I had immediately just locked it before I left? Hopefully it wasn't another Orichalcos incident like the previous one. Or maybe it was a robbery of sort? Looks like I have to find out myself." He said, putting away the keys in his pocket where he gently yank it out from then extends his hand to the knob to slowly push the door open while advancing inside the lobby and wholeheartedly locked the door at once.

Afterwards, he would look as well as investigate around the gamely vestibule in abundant directions even left to right included only to see if the whole object followed with Duel Monsters booster packs are all here, sealed up into the glass counter where they rightly belong.

Relief began to pat the lad's back in reassurance as he himself sighed into fast consolation by dialing his anxiety down to a short minimum. His imaginations have yet again obscure his senses as he chuckled naively cuing his hand to rub his head behind.

"Heh. What a relief. It turns out there's no such thing as an Orichalcous cult nor robbery for me to worry about anymore. Guess it's just me and imaginations again."

He headed horizontally to the kitchen room to lay both bags on the solid table, then slowly unleashes his upping stretches with duo arms in mid air before storing nourishment into cabinets as well as the refrigerator. Speaking of, he simply got started to do so right away.

Exiting from the dining area wiping non sweat off his forehead, the duel strategist would ascend upstairs to his bedroom for a well earned rest and relaxation. Barely realizing about these trails of rare unexpected ignite candles that placed in the hallway while he reaches to the room opening the door. Until an unknown but special surprise in storation has awaited him from the beginning.

"W..Wha? What in Ra's name is all this doing in here? And why are all these scented candles scattered everywhere, even in the hallway I just walk through? And... Is that...a coffin?" He questions in his thoughts, scrutinizing each as well as every unexplainable items that are decently decorated in the restful lair.

Preventing himself from the attempts of drowning within an inescapable ocean of craziness yearning to engulf him thoroughly downward its throat following the stomach, Yugi shook offward his conscious opinions as he carefully tip toped to the coffin in wonders of what or who could be inside of it. Praying that won't be his beloved grandparent, whose already in Domino Retirement House For Elders such as him, to be in that case.

Although before that his soft mitted fingers would outstretch its path toward it, the door of the undead casket, have been thrusted unrushingly open by a masculine palm that undoubtedly belongs to someone, especially to Yugi, incredibly familiar.

A nameless person, an unbeatable sexy version, had later started it all as a masterplan only to lure his "victim* into a "false sense of security" by unsealing the lock of entry door downstairs, then placing the candles in the hall as a clue for the youthed individual to follow.

Once the coffin door have served its purpose by agaping itself easingly for this stranger, now emitted himself out of the cist then landed on the stainless carpet donned into a kinky black vampiric attire that matches his leathering pants and cape, with a tighten crop top hugging the masculine pecs insanely excluding the godly, hardened midriff adding with six packed abs gifted by the deities of beautification themselves.

Making his beguiling approach straight over to his "captive" swaying side to side with the movement of his chiseled hips, Hiding his flexing arms in the back of his head while flashing his handsome grin of a casting spell toward the now astonished boy, who he usually remembers as his loving partner from the Millennium Puzzle just in time to infiltrate his expression by a cherry blush.

"P....Pharaoh?"

"Well, good evening, my dear Aibou~ To what do I deliver this pleasure of meeting such a beautiful young specimen such as yourself~?" Spoke the bewitching Pharaoh, offering his enchantful wink to his bashful astoundee before him then takes the hand planting a kiss.

"This is unbelievable.... You did all of this, for me..? But I thought that a burglar had broken into our establishment just to steal something from the store. Not to mention training cards too. Please tell me I'm hallucinating...."

"He he he he~ It is alright, Yugi~ You are not having a bad dream or an unrealistic nightmare at all~ For everything around here is utterly pleasant and safe as it is right now~ There are no signs of criminalities, casualties, and most importantly, not the Shadow Realm~"

"Really?"

"Indeed~ A Pharaoh such as myself, shall never deceive one another~ Including not to you, my adorable partner~"

"Aww... Pharaoh~..."

"That is the truth I have spoken~ Now then, allow me to perform the honors of absorbing the concerns throughout the kiss from your peaceful lips~..."

The dracularic seducer, now closer enough to Yugi, begins to inflict his manly hands upon his lover's chipmunk cheeks as well as accelerate his face toward his former vessel at a romantic speed only in the precise timing to inject his lips deeply inside the compassionate mannered youngling, who too, then responded into a sweet osculation.

Entrapping as well as cuddling each other in the comfort of Yugi's bedroom during this center of an eternal smooching, seconded with the Game King directing his lips and tongue to sexually trace even savor a sweet taste abundantly over the half teen's sensitive neck countless times.

"O....Ohhh~... Oh Pharaoh~.... Pharaoh~.... Please don't stop savoring my neck~.... I find it rather enjoyable when you do it~....." Moaned Yugi, singing out his sexy cries from his lungs.

"Mmm~... Yes, my darling mortal~.... Release your harmonious voice and sing for me~.... For such music is very suitable to the emperor such as I~ Yet none shall ever become more lovely and trustworthy than you~..." Replied the pleasuring king, limitlessly making intense love onto the duelist's collarbone.

Once more, true serenity combined with the decent atmosphere that is Fall, have cherished everyone as well as everything within the depths of Domino into a thoughtful hug. Never forgetting, to also combine the beloved dueling duo such as Yugi and The Pharaoh Atem as one in a romantical moment.

The End

[uncovering-sumac]

Legends of the Candor Woods, by Del Blaushild

As April rolls into May, some might argue that we're on the opposite end of the year from Halloween and the appropriate time for telling ghost stories. If you have someone like that in your life, I'm so sorry. Obviously, ghost stories belong in every season. But either way, as the weather warms, you'll find yourself beside a campfire before you know it. And you'll need a good story to tell. Lucky for you, I happen to know a few.

1: The Manitou Road Demon

This fanged, flying beastie has terrified generations of Rochester-area residents to the northeast of us, and if the elders of Sumac are to be believed, it gets around. The creature's favorite pastime is flying around at night beating against cars and windows, scaring visitors and locals alike. Here in Sumac, Bill and Janet Carver have preserved a bedroom in their farmhouse for years which they swear was visited by the demon on Halloween in 1974. Most residents who grew up here can also trace a story about the demon to their grandmother, great-uncle, or second cousin twice removed. The monster seems to have visited here at least as often as its better-known home. Could it be another creature of the same species? Or maybe he just owns a timeshare.

2: Terrors of the Haudenosaunee

If anyone knows how to tell a good story, it's the original and rightful inhabitants of this land, who passed down their ancient knowledge through oral tradition. Many Haudenosaunee tribes share legends of the Oniare, the horned serpent of the Great Lakes known to capsize canoes and eat people. Not to be confused with the similarly-spelled Oniate, a disembodied withered hand which attacks the poorly behaved, or Onatah, the corn spirit of the Three Sisters. No one tells it like the original storytellers, so I'm linking a page dedicated to the preservation of indigenous language and stories. There are some seriously cool stories to explore there- I haven't even mentioned the giant flying head yet. For Oniare, I recommend "The Girl Who Was Not Satisfied With Simple Things." http://www.native-languages.org/cayuga-legends.htm

3: The Ghost of Hiram Woodford

Western NY has a lot of fascinating spiritual history: the Public Universal Friend, the Fox Sisters, and Joseph Smith are some of the best-known figures in a tradition of mysticism and exploration. And, well, they weren't all hits. During the Spiritualist movement of the 19th century, mediums could get a sizable following behind pretty much any idea, no matter how far-fetched. Money digging was an especially flashy scam where diggers gathered in fields at night, guided by spirits to supposed gold and jewels. They dug in complete silence, believing that if a single word was spoken, the treasure would vanish. If the problem with this idea is already occurring it to you, congrats: you've made it farther than Hiram Woodford or any of his friends, none of whom thought to come up with a nonverbal signal for "watch out" or "rock." It's said that his devoted friends stayed silent as they picked him up and treated his head wound, then went on with their search in an open field north of Sumac's downtown. When they returned emptyhanded to the corner of the field where Hiram rested, he had passed away. Today Hiram is thought to haunt the field where he died, spooking visitors with a frightening apparition or chill touch- but never saying a word, of course.

4: The Angola Pigman

The town of Angola, a few hours west of Sumac, is infamous for the train wreck which changed rail safety laws forever. Known as the Angola Horror, it's hard to imagine a town legend topping it in grisliness or cool title, but the Angola Pigman is determined to try. There are several versions of the Pigman legend floating around, one of which involves the Horror as the origin of a cursed bloodline. In this version, two brothers steal a couple of railroad ties, causing the accident, and one brother grows up to have a son with a severe facial deformity which the locals believed was a divine punishment. This Pigman was a recluse whose life was defined by neglect, ostracism, and violence, leaving dead animals around his property to deter trespassers. Alternate tales of the Pigman describe a bloodthirsty butcher who put the heads of pigs- and rowdy teenagers- on stakes along Holland Road. The road is said to be haunted to this day, though whether by human spirits or those of poverty and mental illness is up for debate. If you're traveling through the region, whether by car or train, take a moment to appreciate how the past informs the safety and comfort we live in today.

5: Candor Lake Drownings

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[imfrom-neptune]

Aled Last (Radio Silence), Hunter (TOH), uhh.. Rapunzel?

Lighter

No

I can’t say I fully believe any of them, but I question it often

Hazel (they look green most of the time)

I thought it was best for everyone

Hair ties

None cause I never drink water 😭

Cold

Probably

Theatre

One I wish I could sleep through

Dinner yesterday

It’s nice ?

I’m the parent friend and I basically raise my siblings

Yeah

Whichever the one is where it gets blurry farther away

Just shampoo/conditioner lmao

Absolutely

Soda

A sleeping beauty doll from Disney World

Barely a person

Nice when I can curl up under blankets, terrible if I actually have to go outside

Talking ? Maybe looking at clouds/stars

Body spray

Are we taking real or made up? That changes the answer

I fell asleep around 8:30 actually, so, 10?? I’m still tired

No, I don’t even know where they are if I wanted to

As warm as I can get it before it’s burning me

Not currently

My playlist lol. Anything familiar

At my moms I’ve got one with a pink L on it, then at my dads I have a purple one

Dinner last night with a bunch of friends

If I’ve ever loved it I know the words

CST

Once, I used to be landensketches

I don’t talk to them anymore

I got this lavender crystal soap once, and I loved it. But I’m biased cause lavender is one of my favorite smells

Yes, or I try

Haven’t eaten

Cold and sweet

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I’m white but Italian, so I can have spices, but SPICY is another situation haha

I don’t know

School, dinner, fell asleep

I don’t think it counts as a “Halloween movie” but I love The Corpse Bride. If not that maybe MLP A Very Minty Christmas, or anything that my family used to watch traditionally

6:54 am “🩷✨💜” to my love (it’s a thing we do)

Idk, I know I had some of my mom’s wine at this Mexican restaurant but I don’t know how old I was

Never tried

Sure

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 31: Halloween

I had quite a good Halloween today, everything considered, though I am now absolutely exhausted and a little overwhelmed. And my feet hurt a lot.

I went into work in the morning: very cloudy, rainy/drizzly, cold, atmosphere. Extremely Halloween-like weather, I’ll be honest. I got my backlog of work done, and I stopped in at the registrar for warm apple cider and cookies. I mentioned this event to the library and got some, like, insulted responses, like, how dare they hone in on our event but I have to say… chill out. If they were also doing hot dogs, or even another lunch food, I’d say that’s insulting, but their event really didn’t compete. Also since the event email was nuked because it’s too expensive or whatever, no one knows anything about what’s happening, and I barely even heard this was a thing. They were not our competition. So. I don’t know, the cookie and cider were good and the office was made up in a very spooky manner and all I needed was to engage in some awkward conversation.

There were some nice costumes and make up, people in holiday sweaters or with cute earrings, one co-worker with Halloween makeup and one in a full Halloween get-up, with makeup, and a matching clown mask that she did not wear but kept at the desk to disturb people. She didn’t know where it was from, just found it in her closet, so… I presume it’s cursed. There were also some dressed up students, including, most notably, Sexy Pennywise with some red balloons. One of the housekeepers is afraid of clowns and I felt bad: dude was not having a good time.

Then there was Halloweenies itself. It was drizzly and cold, so we had to separate our grill from our actual food stations: grill outside, stations under the overhang. It actually was not too chilly in my little, dark corner lol. Much more lowkey than other years, not a lot of people just hanging out outside with their food, but we were still very popular and saw a lot of people come by. We ran out of ready beef hotdogs pretty fast, within my shift, and we kept having to tell people we didn’t have any, which kind of sucked. One kid, I felt bad for him, he said he’d be back in 15 minutes, and in that time we got another batch out and then every single one was taken, and then just as the last one was given away, he came back and we still had none. I hope he got one eventually. Anyway, it’s always an enjoyable event. We had a couple medium sized inflated ducks and a large cardboard duck that was positioned to be staring right at me, in honor of the whole duck thing that’s still limping along.

I had a 45 minute shift but stayed a little longer because I didn’t want to have to do any more work before I went home and also I wanted one of the hot dogs. I got one eventually, found a ring pop in the candy bowl. Talked a bit to A about the situation at Circ, still not resolving itself, possibly heading for disaster. Then I left at around quarter to 1.

My plan had been to get some lunch, sit outside, write a little in my notebook but it was too cold and everything was covered in water from the rain. So I took an impulse walk into the historic area instead. There weren’t many people, and it was overcast and rainy and leaf-strewn, so even though they’ve totally given up on Halloween decorations (a big L, in my opinion), the area itself was done up in a spooky way by nature itself. I felt like I kept seeing haunted places, in some way that’s hard to describe. I took a lot of photos.

I walked way longer and farther than I had I intended to, and then I was exhausted and cold. So I went to a coffee shop, which wasn’t crowded for once because it was the middle of the day, got a brown sugar pecan latte, and sat inside for a little bit, writing up notes. Not very useful notes, but that’s okay. Then I headed home.

I had a quick lunch, posted my ficlet, stuff like that, and then I roused myself to make an apple crisp, which I’ve been meaning to do for ages, and also change the sheets on my bed and do some other chores. I also watched Halloweentown because even though it was not part of my childhood, I thought it looked adorable and like something in-season that wasn’t yet more horror. It was good background noise. Then I got a quick dinner. At this point I’m very tired and my feet hurt terribly. Whenever I’m productive, I always end up becoming very anxious in the evening: thinking about what I didn’t do and what I need to do next and what I need to do in the coming days, weeks, months, aaaaah! And of course it’s not a good feeling, so then I feel later like it’s not even worth being productive, because all I get is anxiety. I’m trying, as I head into the end of the year hoping to build better habits, to manage this feeling, to learn, as I think I was once able to do, to shut off the anxiety and just rest in the accomplishment. I did a lot today. I did essentially everything I had set out to do. Now if I hope to do anything tomorrow—starting with a full work day—I need to rest and get some good sleep.

So, overall, I am ready to transition out of the Halloween era, but I do think the day was successful!

[lycheedr3ams]

ℑ𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

werewolf!könig x fem!reader

Prologue | October 29th | October 30th

Summary: You're a bakery worker in the small, isolated town of Heiligenblut, Austria. könig is a hunter and lumberjack who stays to himself and always has an aura of mystery and darkness. and through a series of strange circumstances, you're the one to uncover his secret. (set in the modern-day) CW: like all of my fanfics reader is fem she/her, adult content, predator/prey dynamics, werewolf-fucking, mentions of animal carcasses and blood, a bit unsettling at times. (can't think of anything else atm, this might count as dark content? not sure) WC: 1.7k

the night of October 28th

when you got home yesterday night after locking your doors tightly, you thought for a while and decided to brush off the interaction to just him being stressed over the harvest. but the thing you could absolutely not shake was the feeling of primal, ancient fear that roiled in your stomach when he looked at you. it had felt like your entire existence had been laid bare, and that you were completely defenseless to this creature in human clothing.

but then you shook your head. would a beast really come into a bakery just to get apfel strudel and bread? would a beast always talk so quietly and never show any signs of anger or malice? surely you were mistaken, you thought. you'd been watching some halloween movies the last week to get into the holiday spirit. it was just messing with your mind, you decided.

you went to bed a bit jittery, but eventually fell asleep with the light of the waxing gibbous moon streaming through your window.

...

October 29th

könig had not shown up to the bakery today after your tense and awkward encounter with him just yesterday. you didn't think much of it, since he rarely came to the bakery two days in a row. but the day was filled with hordes of customers getting their pastries for halloween, and your apron was covered with flour and little globs of dough from all the kneading and mixing and baking you were doing.

you were rushing to pack up a large order in between your baking, just humming and nodding to the customer as he talked and talked, until something he said caught your attention. you looked at him with owlishly wide eyes, holding a half-full pastry box and your apron a mess.

"i know it's hard to believe," the man said. "but some of the farmers who live closer to the woods heard it. howling, but almost like the kind of a wolf that knows it's got no time left. no one was brave enough to go look."

you blinked as you processed his words. "i didn't hear anything, and I live farther from town than most."

the man shrugged. "it was from much deeper in the woods, is the word around. this wolf business could be what's driving all the prey away from this town. no one, not even the hunter himself, has caught anything of late."

"does anyone live near where the wolf howls were coming from?" you asked.

the man shrugged. "the only people who live close enough to hear it were the farmers. but," the man paused for a moment. "no one knows where the hunter lives. he might know what's going on, or maybe he was hunting the wolves that are taking his prey. no one knows."

you shook your head absentmindedly as you thought back to the day before. but then the bell chimed from the front door as a group of children walked in, and you put the memories at the back of your mind as you rushed about your busy workday.

...

your day at work had been long and arduous. your feet hurt from running around the bakery, your knuckles red and sore from kneading so much dough, your hair still had little flakes of flour in it. you walked home slowly in the twilight, not thinking much about anything except how you couldn't wait to shower and lay down.

"you shouldn't walk alone at night," a familiar voice suddenly said behind you. you jumped and gasped, and your eyes went wide as you looked up and were face to face with none other than the hunter himself.

"könig, oh my god you scared me," you put your hand over your heart as you tried to calm down. "you didn't make a sound. what are you doing out in the town? i never see you out here." you blushed when you realized that you practically told him in plain words that you pay attention to his schedule and habits.

könig blinked for a moment before he responded. he spoke quietly in that deep voice of his, like he usually does. but there was something else in his voice, a deep rumble. almost as if he was about to clear his throat but couldn't. "i needed more bread. i didn't make it to the bakery in time."

"oh," you said as you thought for a moment, taking in some of the dirt on his plaid shirt. "i could go back to the bakery to get you the bread, if you'd like. i only just left."

könig examined you for a moment before he shook his head. "nein. you are tired. i can tell. i can live without bread for one day."

you blushed and your heart sped up. he noticed that you were tired? you could have jumped for joy. so maybe the town's most mysterious and brooding character wasn't so oblivious to you after all. you smiled a little to ease his worries. "it's really no problem. it won't take me long." you gestured towards the bakery a few blocks down.

but könig just shook his head again. "nein. i will come tomorrow."

"uh... all right," you said a bit awkwardly as you looked around the town square for a moment. everyone was already in their homes for the night, likely preparing costumes and food for the halloween celebration. "oh, i almost forgot. are you going to the halloween festival this year?"

könig narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, and your heart nearly stopped. könig responded quietly, but his tone was a bit rougher than you'd heard before. "i never go."

"oh, yeah...." you trailed off as you looked down at the cobblestone sidewalk. you tried to think of a way to broach the heart of the matter without arousing any suspicion from him. "have you heard the wolves that people are saying have come to the woods? some of the farmers heard horrible howling last night."

the energy between you suddenly changed. könig gave you that same piercing stare he did the night before when you asked him if he was okay. you held your breath and felt your heart hammering in your chest. his eyes were as hard as stones for a moment before he averted his gaze. "there are no wolves here. i make sure of that." he stated.

you tilted your head a little in confusion. "oh. then what do you think that howling that the farmers heard was?"

könig shook his head sharply and closed his eyes, almost as if he were scolding a child. "farmers do not know what they hear. the forest is full of many sounds."

you nodded slightly, unsure of how else to respond. you had never had this long of a conversation with him, if this could even be called that. könig was hard to read, closed off. guarded. his eyes darted around the street for a moment before he looked back at you.

"is that what the people think? that there are wolves in my forest?"

you looked at him confused, again for a moment with your lips slightly parted. his forest? you shrugged. "yes, that is what the word is. um..." you thought about whether you should say this or not, but the expectant look in könig's eyes told you that you just had to say it now. "some people have been saying that the wolves are stealing all the prey for the halloween harvest festival."

könig looked away quickly and muttered something sharply under his breath. if it weren't for that black bandana always covering most of his face, you might've been able to make out what he just said.

"people do not know what they are talking about," könig conluded.

you smiled and couldn't help but laugh a little. he stared at you with a tilted head. "what is so funny?" he asked.

"i'm sorry," you said as you managed to stop laughing. "i've just never heard you say anything like that. i can only imagine what the townspeople would say if they heard you say that."

but könig's mood didn't lighten at your laughter. you thought it had eased the tension, but he just seemed to sink deeper into his internal strife. könig took a deep breath with his eyes closed for a moment, before he opened them and seemed almost human again. "go home. it is dangerous at night."

"dangerous?" you asked. "but you just said there's no wolves here. town is safe."

könig sighed in annoyance and looked down at you.

"könig," you said in the softest yet firmest voice you could muster. "is there something going on that i should be aware of?"

he stood up a little taller, and you had that shrinking feeling a prey animal gets when it's cornered and has no way out. there was no where to go. you stumbled backwards a step. but once könig saw the fear in your eyes, he slumped his shoulders and downcast his eyes. "I will walk you home."

you didn't feel as though you had a choice in the matter, and your brain was mush from the whiplash of this conversation, so you walked to your house with könig in tow, following after you like some sort of guard dog. it was less him walking you home and more of an escort. his looming presence behind you did not put you at ease.

you finally made it to your front door, and könig stopped with a considerable distance between you two.

"i..." he hesitated. "i am sorry."

you froze for a moment. "what? why?"

könig paused. "i scared you."

you stood awkwardly for a moment. "well, you did, yes. for a moment." you felt your heart almost break when you saw the guilt he held in his eyes. you quickly spoke up. "but i'm not scared anymore."

könig looked at you from the corner of his eyes for a moment, studying you, before he turned to leave. "gute nacht."

and with that, he left you on your doorstep, feeling more confused and concerned than you were before.

i hope you all are liking it so far! the plot is kinda developing itself as it goes along since i had so many ideas but couldn't decide on a specific one.

[stegrossaurus]

Halloween Zodiac

Halloween Zodiac

by Boris

“It’s the Howling Moon that did it!” the old homeless man hollers, jabbing his knife at one of the symbols. “I thought it was gonna blast laser beams or turn me into a wolf or something! I didn’t read the other side. You always got to read the other side. You know that, right, kid?”

I nod quickly as he whirls his manic eyes away from the large stone altar and onto me. The rag he tied around my mouth isn’t very tight, but I’m too afraid to answer or call for help. I could easily get my hands out of the loose ropes, but running or fighting is also out of the question. Even if I wasn’t terrified, this man is a foot taller than me and clearly has the strength and speed of the insane. I don’t know my way through the forest and he clearly does; he found this large altar easily. He’d catch me if I ran and there’s no one here to hear me scream.

The old man grabs my shirt and pulls me closer to the altar so I can see it clearer. It’s a large table of black stone with 13 dinner plate-sized discs of gold set in a circle around a jagged hole in the center. It’s pitch black in that hole and I can’t see any hint of the forest floor. It might just be the reflection of the fire-colored autumn leaves (brighter than the leaves anywhere else in the forest, it seems), but the 13 discs look like they’re glowing orange. He jabs his knife at the disc featuring a screeching bat. Then the hanged skeleton. A blazing jack-o-lantern. A leering cat. 

“I survived everything until the Howling Moon!” His knife once again finds the disc of a large full moon hanging over howling beasts and cowering humans. “I didn't understand! It doesn’t kill you, it just drives you crazy!” He stops yelling long enough to take several deep, shuddering breaths and starts again, quieter and slower. “It was another homeless man for me. We heard the rumor, we wanted the power, we fought…” His rambling trails off into despondent mumbles as his grip loosens. I still don’t run away. “I killed him to wake it up ‘cause I thought I could beat it. And now here I am holding a teenager hostage and I barely remember why.”

He starts to cry and, with a sudden burst of energy, he yanks me forward and forces me to lean down of the altar. “It shows up every October.” He holds his knife to my throat as I start struggling. “It demands a sacrifice and it offers power.” He ignores my garbled pleas as his blade pierces my shoulder. “If it doesn’t get one, it stays asleep and nothing happens.” Something rumbles hungrily in the pit a foot from my head as my blood drips on the stone. “I’d love that, but the Halloween Zodiac wants to come out. It wants to play. So it will do anything to get the sacrifice.” He lets me go, jumps up onto the altar, and walks forward in a daze. He walks shakily and almost giddily, like a kid playing Don’t Step On The Crack. “Learn the rules. Beat it before October ends. Don’t look at the Moon. Best advice I can give you, kid. Good luck.”

He falls into the pit so quickly, it looks like he was pulled. I don’t hear anything hitting the bottom. This time, the rumbling coming from the pit sounds…satisfied.

I pull myself up, undo to the rag and ropes, and inspect the cut. It’s not very deep, but that knife looked filthy, so I should get it cleaned. 

I can’t believe that happened. I’m still not sure what happened. That man just grabbed me as I was walking home from school and pulled me into the forest. He just muttered ‘Halloween Zodiac’ as he dragged me farther and farther from the road.

I keep the altar, specifically the pit in the middle, in my sights as I back away. He said it only appears in October, which would mean it appeared today. But he couldn’t have been serious, right? The man was clearly insane. But I heard that rumbling when he cut me and when he jumped in. And now, as my eyes drift away from the hole and to the little pool of blood, I see movement. The blood is moving, forming itself into letters.

Boris Bane. My name, drawn in blood like a signature. Or a target.

“Oh, God no,” I moan in dread. “What is this? What’s happening?”

As if answering my question, the blood changes again. Choose. 

“Choose what?” I ask a split second before a glow catches my eye.

 One of the discs is starting to shine, a little brighter every second. But it’s not so bright that I can’t make out the image: a fat, goat-legged creature smiling as people are impaled on its horns and pitchfork. The inscription on the bottom reads: Hungry Devil. 

“No no no. Not that!” I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t want any kind of Devil anywhere near it.

I scramble around looking for a way to change the selection and notice a small white skull-shaped rock set into a groove outside running outside the discs. It’s set next to the glowing Hungry Devil disc, so I pull it away. The glow immediately transfers to the next disc and the next as I move the skull. Not that any of the discs seem much better. The Witch’s Mirror, the Haunted House, the Forbidden Road, the Living Mask, and more less than pleasant names adorn the discs on the altar. I’m not sure what I’m looking for and it doesn’t matter. I lose my grip on the skull in my haste and it slips up the groove, bringing the brightening glow to another disc. Before I can get a hold of it, the glowing stops and I can tell the choice has been made.

“Black Cat?” I read the inscription on the chosen disc. A cat perched arch-backed on a fence glares menacingly at me from the metal scene. I try to remember the old man’s words or think of something that will put this nonsense into place, but I can’t. “I can’t do this. I don’t know what this is. I don’t want to know what this is. I just need to go home.”

 I pick a direction and run, hoping I’ll hit the road eventually. Then I can go home and just forget about all of this. 

The forest has an unnatural type of silence as I run. The kind where the softer sounds of the leaves falling on the forest floor are louder than the snapping branches and crunching twigs. Falling leaves, the slowest breeze, and a clacking, scraping sound, like claws on wood, all of these quiet sounds smother my panting and crashing through the woods.

Something black jolts through the orange and yellow forest and I jump as far away as my legs will take me. My foot snags on a root and I tumble towards a tree. My shout of pain as my shoulder cut echoes through the forest, but it still doesn’t drown out the scratching. Or the soft laughter.

It’s dark by the time I find the road and the backpack I’d dropped (with my wallet, cellphone, and homework inside) is gone. I barely care about that since I’m just happy to be out of the forest and away from the altar. When the moon starts to become visible in the sky, I remember the old man’s warning and I keep my head down as I walk. And then I hear it again, a long, deliberate scratch. I veer slightly away from the sound and hit a mailbox that I hadn’t seen with my head facing the sidewalk. I don’t hit it hard, but it’s enough that my foot hits the pavement oddly and my ankle surges with pain. Now I have to hobble home with a bloody shoulder and a sprained ankle.

Just as I put the key in the lock of my front door, a yowling screech like a car crash comes from somewhere in the bushes. I lurch forward on my sprained ankle and tumble into the door. It comes off its hinges, the key breaks in the lock, and my forehead meets the banister. 

Mom is less than thrilled when the world stops spinning. I prop the hat rack against the door so that it stays in the frame, but we might need to buy a new one, which Mom makes clear is coming out of my allowance.

No one asks about my head or my shoulder or my missing backpack as I trudge up the stairs. No one suggests that I reheat dinner, not that I’m willing to risk going into the kitchen with all the terrible things that can happen with all those knives and appliances. I go slowly, waiting for the sound of scratching or hissing. Then the banister of the stairs or ceiling will start to crack and I’ll wake up in the hospital. If at all. Mercifully, I make it to my room without incident.

My basset hound, Holly, is waiting for me under my bed. She perks up a bit when she sees me, but doesn’t get up. She just waits for me to sit down next to her so she can lick my hand. Mom and Dad suggested a more energetic dog breed when I asked for a pet, but my little lazy floppy girl is so much less stress. 

I rest my throbbing ankle, head, and shoulder as I rub Holly’s head and alternate between trying to forget the day and trying to piece it together. I’m not an idiot; I know what’s going on. I’ve had nothing but bad luck since what happened in the woods and it can’t be a coincidence. 

The Halloween Zodiac is real. And it’s coming for me. But I don’t know how to stop it. What did the old man say?

“Don’t look at the moon?” Well, that’s no help. The Moon isn’t what’s attacking me, the Black Cat is. That whacko said so many things, but how many of them were useful? Eventually, I land on, “Read the other side? Maybe there are instructions on the other side of the altar? Oh God, I’m going to have to go back to the altar, aren’t I?” Holly, of course, doesn’t answer. She just looks up at me and lolls her tongue out. “I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want any of this. But I need to know what’s going on. You believe in me, right, Holly?”

I cup her head and let her lick my face, but immediately, I hear the awful scratching. Holly tenses and whimpers as I look around for the source of the sound. 

“Where are you?” I whisper.

In the space of a second, my lamp’s lightbulb goes out with a pop, Holly’s bark makes me twist in a way that bursts my scab with a fresh surge of pain, and a hiss draws my attention to the doorway. There are two pinpricks of green light hovering a foot off the floor in the slab of darkness where the exit should be.

“Holly should not believe in you, Boris Bane,” a soft, mocking voice says. “Because you are going to fail and die. Simple as that. And if your dog does believe in you, then she must not have a good head on her shoulders.”

Something rumbles and creaks in the walls, pipes or the structure settling, most likely. But it’s enough to startle me into backing against my bed. A bolt or screw pops audibly and I feel the frame give. With far better reflexes than I ever thought possible, I twist around and shove my arms under the bed. Just in time to stop the frame from crashing down and decapitating my dog.

Holly races out from under the bed just before its weight becomes too much and it pins my forearms to the carpet, but she goes no further. The Black Cat is still here. I painfully turn as much as I can and see it still blocking the doorway. Its body is now visible, an unnervingly normal feline body silhouetted against a halo of purple energy radiating around it. It looks like it’s trying to spread towards me, but something barely keeps it curling inward.

A low, bone-rattling growl shakes the room…and then stops. Everything stops. The Black Cat, with all of its darkness and terrible sounds, vanishes.

When my parents and sister come upstairs to check on Holly’s barking, I just tell them about the lightbulb and the bed. Luckily, my arms aren’t broken when they help me pry the bed frame off and Holly is unharmed. I know this should be a victory, but the Black Cat was so angry and not knowing why it didn’t kill us doesn’t make me feel any safer.

That settles it. I need to go back.

I wake with a headache, swollen foot, and pus-oozing shoulder cut. I’d barely slept huddled in the corner of my room with Holly waiting for that thing to come back. I’m late for school, but I’m not really planning on going anyway. My sister’s already headed to school and my parents are already at work, so Holly and I have the house to ourselves. 

I look up the Halloween Zodiac and, to no real surprise, I find nothing useful. Then I put some antibiotic cream on my shoulder, already knowing that it probably won’t work. But I can’t stall forever. I hobble around the house collecting a compass, flashlight, hunting knife, my sister’s mace, bicycle helmet, bugspray, and everything else I could need. Dad once said that he didn’t believe in luck, just preparation, so I’m preparing for everything.

The walk to the forest is painful and every sound makes me jump, but I get to the spot where I was kidnapped without incident. I keep expecting the scratching sound as I walk through the forest, but it doesn’t come. Why won’t it attack?

I put stickers on the trees as I walk to mark my way and avoid bushes where snakes could be hiding. I keep an eye out for the eye-searing reds and golds that surround the altar and when the brown-hued oranges and yellows of the trees begin to ignite, I know I’m getting close. Soon after, I find myself back at the black stone table among fire-colored leaves.

I scan the rim and base of the altar and find nothing. I hoist myself onto the altar and peek at the pit. Still nothing and I’m not willing to risk a closer look. All the leaves on the altar make a perfect opportunity to slip. 

Next, I check the discs. I spend a minute to look at the other 12 dreadful sounding options and wonder if any of them would have been a better choice than the Cat. But I know I’m just stalling. I swallow my fear and fiddle with the Black Cat disc until it twists clockwise and inch and flips around on a hinge. This side of the disc is simple bronze with black letters engraved on.

The Black Cat is the sign of misfortune and manipulation; the unfortunate possibility made into dreaded certainty. It is death by pure happenstance and is undone by caution.

It can be defeated if it is undone seven times.

“Undone by caution?” Dad was right; if I’m careful and smart I can avoid the Black Cat’s bad luck attacks. I reread it a few times until I realize something. “That’s why it hasn’t attacked again. It doesn’t want to risk being undone again.” The Black Cat won’t attack until it has a sure thing.

The second I say that, I hear the clacking scratching sound. And then I hear the leaves crunch under the feet of something big. I turn slowly and my blood freezes.

A bear. A large black bear is coming towards me. Not quite running but certainly not hesitantly. I can barely breathe. I can barely think. I can’t believe this is happening. But it is. Bears live in forests and sometimes they attack people; an unfortunate possibility made into a dreaded certainty.

 A soft laugh (slightly) draws my attention away from the beast and to a patch of shadow with two pinpricks of light in between two trees. 

“I await your undoing, Boris Bane,” the mocking voice says as the bear wanders closer. It doesn’t look very hungry or scared so I try to keep my head. “Truly. How will you escape? What bit of caution and preparation do you have in your pockets that can fight a bear?” 

I scoot away from the edge of the altar while minding the pit behind me. The bear’s close enough that it can jump up if it wants to.

My mind spins looking for something to say or do and quickly lands on, “If I die, your game ends.” I’m rasping a little, trying not to spook the bear, but I’m sure the Black Cat hears me. “You need me alive to sacrifice me next year. Otherwise, you won’t be able to wake up and play.” 

I have zero idea if this is even remotely true. The old man said that the thing needs a sacrifice to wake it up and the Moon drove him crazy so that he’d sacrifice himself. I don’t know what the Black Cat will do to sacrifice me next October, but it won’t work if I’m eaten by a bear today. 

I hope.

I chance a look at the catlike being barely visible in the blob of darkness. It waits and so does the bear. Then the thing laughs.

“Foolish boy. Do you really think we need you? We find our sacrifices one way or another.” The bear’s lips raise in a low growl as the Cat continues. “We appear in books, nightmares, and prayers. We are in the ramblings of lunatics and the visions of seers. We whisper everything you need to hear at a party or in a classroom, and your tiny mind does not even try to remember where you heard the rumor.” The bear rises on its hind legs and roars. I fumble backwards, my heart in my throat. “We will have another sacrifice. You, Boris Bane, may die.”

The bear swipes its paw, but without being on the altar with me, it only grazes me. And where else but my wounded, most likely infected, shoulder? I’d worn the most padded sweater and jacket I could find, but the burst of pain still makes me scream. It spooks the bear back a bit, but I take a step back too and trip on some leaves. I have just enough presence of mind to fall away from the pit. I try and fail to get up before the bear clamors onto the altar.

I fumble in my pockets, but I’m too scared to tell the mace from the bug spray. The bear lowers its head as it straddles me, opens its jaws, and without thinking I shove both cans into its mouth.

Roars turn into chokes and into bangs as its teeth puncture the cans. I feel a little bad for the bear as it bellows in pain and tries to get poison and metal out of its mouth. It’s not the bear’s fault that the Black Cat used it as a pawn. But I can’t do anything to help. I need to run.

I ignore the pain in my foot and shoulder and bolt for the trees, aiming for the sticker I placed on one of the trunks. I give my compass a glance and head in the opposite direction that I came in. I keep an eye out for falling branches, sneaky roots, hidden snakes and beehives, and more stickers. I try to tune out the bone-rattling angry thrum followed by the clacking scratches as the Black Cat tries to curse me again.

When I make it to the road, the Black Cat is waiting for me. Once again, the black shape is surrounded by a nimbus of malignant purple light that looks like it desperately wants to kill me. Once again, I hear the deep, snarling boom of defeated anger. And once again nothing happens, the Black Cat disappears. I’d escaped the bear and being lost in the forest. Two more victories down and just four to go.

I’m not very relieved, though. It’s going to step up its game and it can make almost anything happen. And what if it does nothing? The old man said I have to win by the end of October, but he never said what happens if I don’t. Will the game be over or will the Cat keep coming after me no matter how many times I beat it. If it doesn’t attack for the rest of the month and I can’t undo its bad luck, I’ll lose by default.

I hobble to a bus station, sit on a bench and force myself to calm down.

“I can do this. I did it three times and I can do it again.” I mumble this to myself a few  times until I almost believe it. But I can’t risk going home until the Cat is gone. “I can’t go anywhere that I don’t want torn to the ground by that crazy thing. Maybe I’ll hide out at school.” 

I laugh a bit at my gallow’s humor and spend a few minutes morbidly guessing all the ways the Black Cat could cause a building collapse. Then I start to think of something the old man said and something I read on the disc. By afternoon, the Black Cat still hasn’t attacked and I have a plan.

I hear the scratching a few times while hanging around the front of the school waiting for the last bell. But other than the one football striking my infected wound, nothing happens. The Black Cat is laying the groundwork for something and I don’t think I’ll enjoy what it is. 

It’s already the last period so the end of the school day ends quickly enough, but I don’t go inside. I don’t need to in order to see how many people are still in the building. After-school clubs, administrators still working, people who missed their rides or stayed behind to get something, all potential collateral damage for whatever the Black Cat is planning next. I suppose that’s what it was doing. I’m not happy that I’m taking such a risk with their lives, but I need to end this.

After about an hour, I see my parents’ car and a police cruiser pull up. My blood chills, but I manage to avoid running to them or inside the building. That’s what it wants. There’s going to be hell to pay if I survive this, but I can’t let them stop me. I circle the school and head to the football field earlier than I’d planned. I’d hoped to wait until practice was over, but if I stay away from the bleachers, players, and lights, I should be fine.

I wait for another hour until practice ends, anticipating something awful that never comes. The people in the school and the possibility of me going back must make the building too tempting of a target. But that won’t last. If this plan doesn’t work, it’ll be a miracle if I’m the only one who dies.

The last of the people leave and I quickly enter, making a beeline for the center of the field, out of range of any falling bleachers or stadium lights. I stand and wait as the sun starts sinking and a presence wells up behind me. The Black Cat is there when I turn.

“What are you planning, Boris Bane?” it asks. There’s no mockery in its voice, only suspicion.

“What are you planning?” I return. I recite the reasons I’d given myself for coming here, as much for myself as for it. “There’s nothing to fall on me. The grass is too green for a fire to spread. And even if the guards come, they don’t carry guns.”

“I will find a way,” it snaps, harshly and maybe a little desperately. The aura of blackness flickers purple. “Maybe one of the boilers in your school will explode and a shard of metal will find its way here.”

“You’ll have to put your back into that one. It’ll take a pretty big explosion and the school’s not even a decade old.” I’m fairly certain the Cat can manage it, but I don’t say that out loud.

“I can easily make that happen,” the Cat hisses. The purple aura starts to billow. “Clogged plumbing, loosened screws, and the whole building collapses!”

“But I’m not in the building,” I say, trying to sound smug. It’s trying to hold everyone hostage, but I won’t let myself be baited. “Destroying it will just be another failure.”

“I can send owls to peel your face off!” it shouts. The aura swarms around its arched feline body. The scratching sound mixes with far off hooting.

I’m scared but I stand my ground. “You couldn’t get me with a bear and at least those will actually attack humans. You’ll never make an owl attack me.”

“I can make anything possible, brat!” The aura almost surges outward as the monster bellows in anger. “How would you like a sinkhole right under your feet? You can suffocate in agony, unable to move! I can make it last hours!”

“It hasn’t rained in a month!” I shout back. “You can’t just retroactively make water underground or erode soil. That’s not how it works.”

“I decide how it works!” the Black Cat roars. The aura, so purple and bright that looking at it is like a punch in the eyes, finally storms forth. It sinks into the ground and saturates it with water. “I have choked people with four-leaf clovers and made them bludgeon themselves with horseshoes.” I sink to my knees as mouse-sized green beetles crawl from the soupy mud. “I have trapped people in the basements of collapsing skyscrapers and had them drown in deserts and given them food poisoning from their own chewed off tongues!” The purple waves strike out at the stadium lights. They explode into flames which race down the wooden poles and surge across the lawn. “I’ll give you gangrene and cancer and dementia! You won’t even remember your name as you excrete your last drop of blood! You! Will! Die!”

I try to wade out of the mudhole and swat away the biting insects, but it’s no use. The Black Cat’s aura shoots into the sky like a rocket. The clouds rush away to reveal the impossible: a fiery meteor headed right for me. The booming of the meteor and the laughing of the Cat and everything else almost drives me insane within a second. 

And then a second later it’s all over.

The surge of purple light snuffs out, the mud dries in a heartbeat, and beetles and the fires and the meteor all vanish. What stands before me as I pull myself out of the loose dirt looks like a normal black cat.

“What? No! What happened? What did you do?” the Cat sputters in terror. It arches its back, trying to reignite its power, but nothing happens. No scratching sounds or sudden bad luck or ominous aura, black or purple. By the time my legs are free and it gets the idea to run, it’s too late. “You cheated!” are its last words before my foot lands on its head.

The Cat’s mangled corpse evaporates into dust. The swelling in my shoulder and ankle start to lessen almost immediately. I flop down on the grass and breathe for what feels like the first time in two days. It’s over.

The old man said to learn the rules. The disc said ‘death by pure happenstance’. But a conjured meteor isn’t something that just happens like a sprained ankle or a hungry bear in the woods, so it doesn’t really count as happenstance. The Black Cat broke the rules and my guess was on the money. How lucky of me.

I start to head home before anyone comes to check on the noise. Facing my parents and the police is not going to be fun and being linked to a disappearing meteor won’t make it easier. But I don’t make it out of the stadium before I hear it.

It’s not the scratching sound, though it sends the same shivers down my spine. The harsh grind of stone against stone comes with an image in my mind: a skull-shaped white rock sliding down a groove. Away from the disc of the Black Cat and next to the disc labeled the Howling Moon. The old man may have said something about facing more than one sign of the Halloween Zodiac.

My breath quickens as I remember the discs he pointed to: the Vampire Bats, the Baleful Boneyard, the Wicked Lantern. If the stone keeps sliding, I’ll have to face all of them eventually. How far was the Hungry Devil from the Black Cat? 

The sky darkens much quicker than it should and I hear and feel as much as I see a golden light rising in my periphery. 

“Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look,” I remind myself. I need to get to the altar and read the Howling Moon’s disc. I need to read all of their discs.

I run for the forest. I don’t stop when the voices from the school turn to howls or the lawn starts to ripple and warp like a wet painting. I don’t stop to wonder if it’s really happening or if the Moon is already driving me insane. And when the Moon’s light becomes so thick and heavy at my back that I swear that massive ball of golden rock is an inch behind me and all I want to do is turn and let the light sink into my eyes and gums and nail beds…I don’t. I keep going for the forest. I’ll find the Howling Moon’s inscription and I’ll figure out how to beat it.

If I’m lucky.

[kaccoon22]

fuck i forgot to make these 2 first days, I'll put them here, it doesn't matter, they're all gonna be gay.

Day 1 - ghost thingy.

"... jack?"

But it wasn't possible right...? He's been dead for a year already, his only remainings left are nothing but memories and a pair of dirty socks he left before going out on that cold night...

The night when his life was due to end...

It was a usual Halloween night, there were kids trick or treating outside, teens were partying and making terrible decisions and Gabriel? Well, he's been reminiscing about a year ago, when the accident that cost his boyfriend's life happened.

If only...

If only Gabriel didn't reject to go with jack to the convenience store...

If only Gabriel have asked for delivery that night...

If only they weren't fighting just an hour before...

If only they had one more chance, just to say goodbye...

Gabe's grandmother did tell him about the legend of el día de los muertos in Mexico, a night where, as she said, souls would go back to earth to reunite with their loved once for a night. Gabe didn't really believe in those stories until today, where he cried and almost begged for Jack to come back and to take him to the other side as well, finally reuniting them once again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, taking Gabriel out of his own thoughts.

-could it be...? please tell me it is...

-as he opens the door, the scream of 3 children on different silly costumes surprised Gabriel-

"TRICK OR TREAT!!!!"

"oh.. hahaha, I'm really sorry I wasn't expecting you guys! Let me go back inside and see what I can find"

"OKAY!!! :D"

&then he goes back and looks in the kitchen, he finds some candy bars that he wasn't going to eat and takes them to the kids-

"hey kids here they a-..."

-as he re-opened the door, the kids weren't there anymore-

"Kids...? It isn't funny you know? I have the chocolate right here if you want it"

as soon as he walks out, the door slams behind him just to reveal-

"Hey there, mi rey" -said a very familiar voice-

-Gabriel immediately turned around, just to find jack, staring back at him with a rose in his hand-

"There's no way it is you right...? Mi vida por favor no me mientas, please don't lie to me, please..."

-Jack slowly approaches him, putting the rose in Jack's ear and surrounding him with his arms-

"I'll be damned if this was a lie"

-And they kiss, after a long long time of being separated, between the tears of both, what felt as an eternity, finally coming to an end, their souls back together, being in synchrony, their soulmates...-

"I missed you so much jack, you have no idea, I'm so sorry we had to end like that, I've regretted that day ever since it happened, I'm so sorry mi corazón, I love you, I love you so much..."

"It wasn't your fault baby, it wasn't OUR fault, it was a small miscommunication problem with other external factors that caused it,but if it makes you feel a little better, I forgive you my prince... I love you, I always have..."

*when they embraced each other once again, gabe heard knocks behind him and felt jack getting farther away*

"no... please...just this once, mi corazon, please..."

.

.

.

*Gabe then jumps out of his seat, tears still falling out of his eyes*

"Was any of this even real...?*

*he hears the knocks again and goes to check*

"TRICK OR TREAT!!!" said three kids in their silly costumes

"Oh!... weird, but sure! I have some chocolate bars on the kitchen if you all want to wait, I can give them to you all"

"YAYYYY, YEAH!" they all said on a unisone"

"Alright, be right back"

*he goes back in the kitchen, still dumbfounded if that dream was real or not, when suddenly he sees a little rose at the side of the chocolate bars*

"oh you dork... I love you so much...

the end

damn I thought it was gonna be shorter