#demonic/ghostly possession

[storyweaverofgondor]

Summary: I.M.P. is hired by a pair Overlords to kill a couple of runaway souls. Encountering their targets, Moxxie begins to have doubts about completing the job.

@badthingshappenbingo

@tending-the-hearth I think this will make you cry, bestie. Sorry.

[blockforest]

Day 30: Ghost 

Watch out, it might take your hand off. And if you want some spooky stuff in your mailbox then you know who to come to ;)

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

BTHB 2023 - Fill 1 - Demonic/Ghostly Possession

Guess who's taking another stab at BTHB? Meeeeeee! I think this time I won't force myself to do one a day, I think that'll help with avoiding burnout!

Shout-out to @brinkofdiscovery for letting me borrow Andrew and Tobias, I love them both SO muchhhh. Also he helped me pick the marker for prompt fills so we can also thank him for that.

TWs: Possession

William screamed. The awful, cracking noise bounced down the hallways of the hospital, echoing in the cafeteria that Andrew, Tobias, and Elliot had been checking out. The three froze, looking at each other as it faded into the night.

Elliot had never heard William sound like that before.

The color drained from Tobias and Andrew's skin, Andrew not even able to grin. Wide green eyes met Elliot's, before they both looked at Tobias. It felt like an eternity passed.

"Fuck." Tobias swore, the light of his flashlight wheeling around as he turned back towards the doors. "Fuck, you guys checked this place before we came in right?" He snapped, dark eyes burning with anger.

"Yeah! We did!" Andrew snapped back, launching into a run right behind Tobias. "There wasn't anyone in here, and I set up motion sensors at the entrances!" Elliot had watched him do it, and helped him test them.

For some reason, that just made Elliot's blood run even colder. If it wasn't just some homeless person minding their own business, he didn't want to think about what had gotten that hair-raising noise out of William. He'd seen him stroll through intense haunted houses without flinching. William wasn't jumpy.

Sure, William had been hesitant to come along, but as soon as Tobias had wanted to join in on the ghost hunting, he'd sighed and agreed to it. This was just supposed to be them fucking around in an abandoned building for a few hours. It should've just been something dumb and a little unnerving that they laughed about next week. It was supposed to be okay.

Skidding to a stop, all three froze at the doorway to where they'd decided their "home base" would be. Training their flashlights inside, it took them a moment to spot William. On his hands and knees, clutching his throat with an empty water bottle beside him and his white cane tossed aside, he shuddered and coughed.

"Hey..." Tobias started. Elliot realized the air felt impossibly heavy, charged like lightning was about to strike. "Will? Babe?"

William didn't move, the throaty hacking seeming to steal all the air from his lungs. Elliot could see how his nails dug into his face and neck, blunt crescents all but piercing his skin. He heaved like he wanted to be sick, but couldn't.

"What happened--" Tobias began to take a step forward.

William's head snapped up, pinning them in place with his gaze before Tobias could cross the threshold. "Don't--" He barked, his voice strained and hoarse. "Don't come in." It sounded like he had to fight to get every word out, long hair messy and free from its elastic. Water dripped from his lips and down his chin, as if he'd frantically tried to chug it.

"Hey, this isn't funny." Andrew said, forcing a nervous laugh anyway. "That wasn't cool. C'mon." This time, when Andrew tried to step into the room, William lunged for the door. He threw himself to the floor with a snarl before grabbing his own wrist and tugging it to his chest.

"Don't come in, please." William's voice broke as he whined and pressed his face into the filthy tile floor. "Don't--it, it wants--" One hand wound into his own hair, tugging harsh enough to rip some out alongside a yelp.

Elliot felt like he was suffocating. "Guys, I don't think he's joking." Not even Andrew could've been committed enough to this bit to pull out hair, much less William. What did they even do now? William was the one who'd even brought anti-ghost shit.

"We need that bag." Andrew said, looking at the ripped-open backpack behind where William had curled up again. "He said there was stuff in there in case this happened." Candles, beads, paper, ink, and bottles of water with "HOLY: FR. LUCAS" scrawled on them in marker, they all just about shone in the bright circles of light the three of them cast into the room.

But it all lay behind William, who'd gone still. "This can't be fucking real." Tobias whispered, as tense as Elliot had ever seen him. "We just have to get out of here, and--and it'll fix shit." Elliot wasn't sure if Tobias even believed what he was saying. "C'mon, Andrew, you grab the bag and his cane, Elliot, you help me get him. Fuck the sensors, we'll buy you new ones."

Without waiting for feedback on this new plan to cut and run, Tobias strode into the room. Everything happened too quickly for any of them to react in time.

"No!" William screamed again, this time harsher, full of panic that tore at his vocal cords and triumph that couldn't have been his.

A chair from the corner of the room flung itself over him, right towards Tobias.

The door slammed shut, locking Tobias in.

A third voice joined in the cacophony inside, high and wild--an uncanny imitation of William--coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

"Y e s !"

[that-choir-girl]

Does anyone do Zak Bagans (young Zak please) Ghost Adventures imagines? If so I'd really like to request! Thanks! Have a blessed day/night 🤗🤗🤗!

[s0fthaunting]

[hello-starlingfics]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Case Fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Whump, Canon-Typical Violence, Possession, Pining Sam Winchester, First Time, Canon-Typical Injuries, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Stitches, Season 2 setting Summary:

Sam and Dean are working a case in Rifle, Colorado, which seems fairly run of the mill at first glance.

But Sam has a secret, and this case might put them both in danger.

Chapter One fills my @badthingshappenbingo​ prompt ‘ghostly/demonic possession’. 

[ckret2]

Chapter 63 of human Bill Cipher trying to debate his way out of still being the Mystery Shack's prisoner. Soos has found the stolen Journal 4 in Bill's possession and has to decide what to do about it in light of everything else he's learned about Bill lately.

[*you may notice chapter 61 is missing! This plot was done sooner, so I'll be posting chapter 61 sometime after 64. It's not chronological so you're not missing anything!]

Soos stared dumbfounded at the journal with a 4 on the cover that he'd pulled from Bill's hiding place. Ford had lost Journal 4 last fall—he'd said gnomes had stolen it. How in the world had Bill gotten it?

Soos sat in the attic window seat and flipped through it. The first few pages were Ford's journal entries—his observations of the dimensional rips they were glueing shut in Gravity Falls post-Weirdmageddon, a hand-drawn map highlighting various places around the globe he wanted to investigate, a few drawings and observations of paranormal beings he hadn't seen his first time in town, half a sketch of a gnome that ended with a jagged scribble across the page followed by a page that said "Shmebulock" over and over.

And then a page that said, in an unfamiliar handwriting of jagged, narrow gray letters: "CURSED BOOK! If your name is Mabon Mason Pines, STOP READING NOW or ENJOY YOUR HEX!"

Bill had written page after page of some weird code of gray and yellow-green dots and dashes. A few sentences in English—every one of them was a threatening message to Ford. "Everything would have been fantastic if you'd just helped me finish, Fordsy." "You'll regret not siding with me when you had the chance." "You should have known better than to let your idiot brother turn you against me." "Sixer, you're lying to yourself every time you say you never worshiped me, and you know it. You spent the first third of your life running away from the god you were raised with and the second third chasing after me. Don't waste your last third denying it. YOU'RE MINE." A small, worrying diagram of what looked like the interdimensional portal. And a sticker.

Wait, hold on.

A sticker. One of Mabel's. The rest of the page was the same as the others, the two-tone dots and dashes, except for the sticker, and an arrow drawn from one paragraph to the sticker.

A yellow smiley, its round edges filled in with black marker to make a triangle, over the words "Good job!"

Soos stared at the sticker.

####

A couple of weeks ago, Melody had texted to let Soos know that there was a mess in the upstairs bathroom, and the kids said they'd been fighting a werewolf ghost.

When Soos had gotten home the next morning, Melody had pulled him aside and quietly told him she hadn't wanted to worry him and the Stans, but she did not think it was a werewolf ghost.

When Soos saw the bathroom, he didn't think it was a werewolf ghost either.

It was a scene from a horror movie. Menacing magical sigils painted all over the walls in blood and toothpaste, Bill's zodiac painted on one mirror, the other mirror broken, glass and water all over the floor. It looked like the site of a really wet demon summoning. This contained none of the hallmarks of ghostly or werewolfish activity. Why would Bill do this?

Soos was kind of reluctant to ask Bill. Bill still sorta scared him sometimes. Sure, he looked like a lost 18-year-old, but Soos knew what teens were like in a fight. So he asked Mabel instead.

Mabel pursed her lips uncomfortably. "Ask Dipper."

So Soos asked Dipper.

Dipper winced and. "Promise you won't get mad."

Soos considered that. "Yeah, I guess that's a fair deal."

Dipper confessed that Bill got accidentally locked in the upstairs bathroom for like a whole day, because he and Mabel didn't hear him yelling. Not because they were out of the house when they shouldn't have been. They were just... somewhere else in the house. Doing something loud. For the whole day.

While Bill was trapped alone.

####

Soos had vented to Abuelita about cleaning the bathroom. Like sure, he got Bill was annoyed about being stuck, but that seemed excessive.

Abuelita had made the observation that sometimes people in profoundly bleak and oppressive situations would just... destroy whatever was around them. Like punching a hole in the wall or snapping a pencil when you were angry, but much more so. Not because they wanted their surroundings to be destroyed, but because that was the last and only thing they had power over, and they needed to feel like they were in control of something. Even if that thing was merely changing their environment from ordered to chaotic.

Bill didn't have control over very much. He probably hadn't since he died. Soos didn't know what kind of space triangle afterlife Bill had been in before he showed up as Toga Lady, but it couldn't have been great if he'd come straight back here.

Soos could remember the one time weeks ago he'd let Bill into the bathroom to shower and forgotten to come back and let him out. How Bill had screamed so all the Mystery Shack's tourists could hear; how he'd seethed in Soos's face, how he'd said he'd rather blow their collective cover and throw them all on the mercy of the town's law enforcement than remain locked in the bathroom a second longer than they'd agreed upon. Soos had thought Bill was just impatient and hotheaded.

Standing in the bathroom, looking at the material evidence of Bill's claustrophobic terror—the broken glass, the spilled blood—he wondered.

####

The same day, he had felt a breeze in the gift shop and found the trap doors to the roof left open. He'd climbed up, shut them, and in between tours he'd visited his office to check yesterday's security tapes. 

He saw Wendy coming into the shack to hang out the morning before. That was fine. Soos had discovered she did that from time to time on days the shack was closed, but she wasn't doing anything bad and she hadn't brought it up yet, so Soos didn't bring it up either. Maybe she just needed a private place to hang. Teen stuff. He was just glad Wendy felt that safe at the Mystery Shack. Maybe she'd just gone up to hang out on the roof and forgot to shut the trap doors...

And then, right there on screen, Soos saw Bill letting himself into the gift shop, through the door, which he shouldn't be able to open. A chill shot up Soos's back. The door curse was their only real means of containing Bill. If he could use doors now, he was out, there was no way they could trap him without doing something crazy like locking him in the bunker and hoping he didn't kill himself.

Or could he use doors? Soos thought back to the frantic messages on the bathroom wall, written in Bill's own blood—his desperation over being unable to escape. Maybe he could use doors but not doorknobs. That was okay, maybe?

On tape, he saw Wendy run into Bill. He saw Wendy take Bill onto the roof. Out in the open air, where he could just... do whatever. But he didn't do whatever. Soos fast-forwarded the tape until Wendy and Bill came back down, and Bill simply returned to the living room.

He'd had the perfect opportunity to shove Wendy off the roof or escape. He didn't take it.

If all Bill was using his new door skills for was ducking into the gift shop and hanging out on the roof with Wendy, Soos thought maybe it would be kinda mean to take that away from him. There weren't a lot of other places Bill could go in the shack. (Soos kept seeing the blood on the bathroom wall. He kept trying to imagine what kind of helplessness would drive someone that far.) Maybe Bill needed the open air.

So Soos had put the security tape on his desk, not sure what to do about it.

####

A couple of day after that, while Soos was restocking the gift shop in between waves of tourists, he'd seen Wendy reading an oddly dull-looking booklet instead of one of her usual magazines. He tilted his head to glance at the cover. The Oregon state driving manual. "Aw dude, gonna get your learner's permit?"

"Think so," Wendy said. "Don't tell my dad."

Soos remembered Wendy groaning about her dad wrangling her into doing errands if she ever got her license. "Your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks."

"What made you change your mind? You were totally against getting a license a week ago."

"It's probably those stupid Gleeful Auto commercials that have been worming into my dreams." Wendy laughed. "I'm just waking up in the morning like, neeeed caaar."

"Oh yeah! Heh, funny coincidence, Melody says she had a dream like that too. Sometimes she gets these like, dreams about monsters watching her in bed? But one time, the monster was Bud Gleeful, whispering in her ear about a big car sale. She totally woke up laughing!"

"Ha! Annoying car commercials should be banned, man. Why do we need to be told multiple times a day to spend thousands of dollars?"

"You make a salient point."

They fell silent for a moment as Wendy read a couple more paragraphs. Then she said, "That, plus... I was talking to Goldie the other day."

Soos looked up from the t-shirt he'd been putting on a clothes hanger. "Oh. Yeah?"

"About where we wanna go when we get out of town."

"Huh." Very casually, Soos asked, "What did Goldie say?"

"He wants to go on some big vacation. Like a world cruise or something, I dunno."

"Huh." Soos wondered if that was true. He tried to imagine Bill Cipher as a tourist. Floating triangle in a Hawaiian shirt with a camera hanging from a strap and a fanny pack. What kind of places would he even visit? Soos bet he wanted to visit the pyramids. Heh. (Was that stereotyping? Maybe that was stereotyping.)

"And I told him I'm moving to Portland for college."

"Oh, hey, I didn't know you were thinking about college."

"I... actually, never told anybody else before," Wendy said. "I've been thinking about it for years, but part of me felt like it's just a fantasy? But Goldie said when he got out of high school, he did the same thing—moved to another town, made a new group of friends, all that. And... I don't know, actually talking to him out loud about it just... made it feel real, you know? So I thought, if I'm gonna move to Portland, I should probably start planning for it. Starting with how I'm getting there." She held up the driving manual.

Soos nodded slowly. "Huh. Yeah. That's a pretty mature way to look at it."

And that was what Bill was talking to Wendy about on the roof? Just... listening to a teen vent and helping her figure out her future?

And so, Soos took the security tape off his desk and put it in a drawer.

####

A few days later, Soos had heard the downstairs bathroom sink running for several minutes, assumed someone had forgotten to turn it off, and went to turn it off himself—and had caught Bill, in the dark, half undressed, washing himself in the sink.

After Soos had backed out and profusely apologized, he'd asked, "But—how come you're washing in the sink? I can let you in the upstairs bathroom if you need—"

"Worry about your own grooming habits and leave mine alone," Bill snapped. "As long as I don't smell, what do you humans care how I do it. Soap is soap and water is water."

It took Soos several days to realize he didn't think Bill had had a shower since he got locked in the bathroom. And nobody had noticed, because Bill made sure nobody noticed, because he'd been keeping himself clean in the bathroom he couldn't get locked in.

####

Dipper would go all summer without showering if he could get away with it; Stan showered like once a week and had constant old man smell; Abuelita also showered weekly and had a more refined old lady smell; Soos didn't know when Ford showered, but he'd never caught him doing it and Ford always smelled weirdly like burned hair. Soos showered almost daily during tourist season—that Mr. Mystery suit was hot—but outside that might go three days at a time. Mabel showered near daily.

From what Soos had observed, Bill was showering like, at least twice a week. He didn't know how often Bill cleaned himself in the sink in between.

That meant he was showering more often than two-thirds of the house.

Yet he was the only one in the house living under the threat of being thrown in the tub at 3 a.m. if someone decided he hadn't bathed enough for their tastes.

The reason Bill had refused to shower during his first week of imprisonment was so he could use the condition of his body as a bargaining chip—with no physical possessions in the world, his own body was the only bargaining chip he had—to try to buy a little more dignity. In return, his captors had taken more dignity away. They permitted Bill less autonomy over how to take care of his body than the household's children had.

Dipper had never gotten forced into a bathroom he couldn't let himself out of.

####

The day after the eclipse, Ford had pulled Soos aside and said quietly, "Soos, as soon as you have some time—could you repair the door to the kids' room? Before the end of the day? The latch has been broken since the tooth fairy's attack."

"Uh, sure, I can probably do that," Soos said. "How come?" The latch had been broken for a couple weeks, and the Pines hadn't been worried about it before.

"Right now, the door can swing freely with just a push," Ford said. "I think Bill's figured out how to use that to get in. Which is worrisome, since he shouldn't be able to use any doors..."

"O-oh." Soos thought about the swinging door into the gift shop. "Yeah, uh... sounds bad. Byyy the way—how'd you figure out he knows how to use the door?"

"Dipper says Bill somehow got in and out of the room last night," Ford said. "Mabel fell asleep in the living room and Bill carried her upstairs. I really don't like the thought of Bill being able to get his hands on the kids while they're asleep and defenseless."

Ford was mad at Bill for tucking a kid into bed? That was the big red flag? "No problem! I'll fix the door right after work."

The next time Soos visited his office, he took the security tape out of his drawer, rewound it, stuck it back into the tape recorder, and let that day's security camera footage overwrite and erase the evidence of Bill's visit to the gift shop.

####

And now, today, carrying Journal 4 in both hands, Soos trudged downstairs, trying to figure out what to do with it. He had to return it to Ford, obviously—but Bill and the Stans were already in the middle of a discussion that sounded a lot more like an argument. Flinging a stolen journal into the middle of the proceedings would just make it worse. Maybe he should wait until they were finished and everyone had cooled down a little—?

While Soos was upstairs, the discussion had apparently moved into the kitchen. He hovered awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs, watching.

"What do you mean, you need kitchen access," Stan was asking, "you already have kitchen access. It's never been off-limits! Even after you peed in the sink!"

"It's not kitchen access if I need to ask someone else for permission to eat anything but snacks." 

"No one's making you ask for permission! You can take what you want!"

"Okay, fine. So what can I eat?" Bill gestures at the shelves. "Go on. List anything you can think of. Anything."

Stan grimaced, and glanced at Ford to see if he was willing to walk into the obvious trap first.

Ford looked at the nearby shelves. "Cereal."

"One point for Stanford Pines! Cereal! So am I supposed to eat dry cereal for every single meal, or—?"

"No, of course not."

"All right, then what else?"

"Brown meat," Stan said. "We've got plenty of brown meat. It's good for you!"

"You didn't give me can opener rights," Bill said.

"Huh."

"So no brown meat," Bill said. "No canned soup, no canned chili, no canned fruit, no canned vegetables—"

Ford cut in, "Some of the cans have pull tabs, you don't need a can opener for those."

"Terrific observation! As soon as you realized I could open those cans myself, you moved them all under the counter because you thought I'd use the sharp edges as weapons!"

"It's... possible to open cans without a can opener, I did it sometimes while roughing it in other dimensions—"

"Yeah, wearing off the metal rim with a rock, right? Lemme just go outside and grab a rock—oh wait." Bill crossed his arms.

Ford sighed, and turned to Stan to suggest something else.

Stan surveyed the available supplies, spotted the bread, and said, "You could make sandwiches!"

"With what filling?"

"Uh..." Stan kept looking.

Meats and cheeses, of course, were kept in the fridge. Along with jelly, condiments, most vegetables... tuna or spam weren't options, they were canned... "Hey, we leave out some meats that don't need refrigeration. Sausages and stuff."

"Right, right. The ones that don't need refrigeration because they're wrapped in plastic you need a knife to cut," Bill said. "Sometimes I bite the plastic open with my teeth and rip off chunks of sausage with my fingernails, that's always fun! Then you put the leftovers in the fridge, and I'm out of luck until we buy another sausage."

"You could put... peanut butter on your sandwiches?" Ford tried. "Peanut butter's nutritious."

Bill fixed him with a hard look. "For the past five weeks, every time I've gotten a meal without asking someone else to help feed me like a baby, I've had nothing but peanut butter and banana sandwiches, peanut butter and jerky sandwiches, peanut butter and raisin sandwiches, and peanut butter and potato chip sandwiches. And we're out of bananas, jerky, and raisins." He pointed at the tortillas. "Once I decided to get creative and made myself a cold peanut butter quesadilla! I can't even add spices, because guess where the breakable glass spice jars are kept?"

"Pasta," Ford tried. "We could keep the pasta out."

"Oh, wow, that'd be great! I just love pasta! But I can't open the microwave and I can't turn on the stove! How do I heat the water, Stanford?"

Ford frowned. "Hm."

"I can cook, you know—not that any of you bothered to ask! It might not suit your tastes, but it suits mine! I wouldn't need your help to eat if you didn't make me need help! I am sick to death—" his voice went thick and took on an uncharacteristic waver, "—of having to beg to... eat." He cleared his throat, squeezed his eyes shut, and rubbed his eyelids with one hand. "Sh-shouldn't even—need to eat." He clenched his jaw to keep it from trembling.

Stan and Ford exchanged a guilty look. Stan said, "You don't have to beg— I mean, we know the, uh... position you're in..."

Bill was silent for a moment as he tried to get a tough face back on. His voice came out as a rough whisper—too thick to get any louder without breaking. "I had to negotiate to get burnt eggs."

Ford winced.

Soos was dumbfounded.

When had Bill had to negotiate for food? He could all too easily understand how it might have happened—Bill was an annoying guy, sometimes they had to pull out dumb bargains to get him to do stuff. But bargaining for food should never be on that list. Meeting Bill's basic nutritional needs couldn't be dependent on whether he was annoying that day. If it was, he'd starve.

It sounded like he was starving. Right under Soos's roof. He hadn't even noticed.

He thought about the piles of junk food trash upstairs and the bag of chips Bill had hurled across the room.

Ford said, "We'll... discuss it."

"We'll figure something out," Stan said. "I mean it."

Bill nodded silently. Head down, without uncovering his eyes, he hurried out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.

He nearly bumped into Soos's chest without noticing him. Soos backed up a step, tucking Journal 4 under his arm. "Whoa, hey!"

Bill froze, head jerking up. "You." His voice was thick and his glare was watery and poisonous. "Don't you have anything better to do than eavesdrop?" He tried to elbow past Soos, smacking his leg with his umbrella. "Move."

Soos realized uneasily that Bill's face looked a little slimmer than it had when he'd arrived.

He stepped in Bill's way. "Can't go upstairs right now. Attic's being cleaned."

"I didn't ask you to clean!"

"I'm not cleaning for you, dawg. It's just gotta be cleaned."

"Fine! Whatever!" Bill veered around the staircase and stomped down the hall, muttering, "Can't decide when I eat, can't decide when I shower, why should I get to choose when my hovel's swept..."

Soos's leg hurt where Bill had smacked it. (Bill couldn't even control whether or not he cried; all he had control over was making someone else hurt.)

In the kitchen, Stan murmured, "Didn't even realize we don't keep anything decent out on the counters. They're so crowded..."

"Chip bags take up a lot of space." Ford sighed. "I assumed he'd get a serving with everyone else whenever Mrs. Ramirez cooks."

"He does, but she only does dinners. And he'll only eat it if he watched her cook it. I've seen him get lunch with Mabel, but I don't know what he does when she's not..." Stan spotted Soos on the stairs. He tiredly called, "Soos? You need something?"

"Uhhh..." Soos hid the journal behind his back. "Nope! I just thought I'd come downstairs! For no reason." He awkwardly walked up the stairs backwards, journal still tucked behind him. "And—and now I'm going up again." He stopped at the landing and scooted sideways up the next flight of stairs. "See ya."

He pressed the journal to his chest and returned to the attic.

####

When Soos and Abuelita moved into the shack, the first thing Soos had done was turn Ford's ground-floor study into a bedroom for Abuelita. Because she was a little old lady, and not quite as steady as she used to be, so Soos didn't want her constantly going up and down the stairs—because falling once, just ONCE, could send her to the hospital or worse. That was how serious it was! You don't mess around with that!

Bill tripped and fell on the stairs so often that they could use it to tell when he was awake. And nobody had thought to offer him a cane? Did anybody even ask if he was alright?

When Bill first arrived and tried to murder everyone, naturally, he came out of it pretty banged up and bruised. That was to be expected. It was self-defense. They'd gotten used to seeing Bill with scrapes on his arms and legs, rope burns around his ankles, and the angry purple-black bruises of chain links over his arms. But in all the weeks since then, Soos hadn't seen Bill bruise-free once. Bruises on his shins and arms, scrapes on his elbows and knees. Soos had seen him with a four-inch burn on his forearm. Bill had brushed it off.

In Bill's first few days in the shack, he'd resorted to peeing in the kitchen sink because nobody had bothered to give a guy who couldn't open doors a way to use the bathroom. And they were the reason he couldn't open doors in the first place!

He threw up in the living room in the middle of the night and went upstairs to sleep on couch cushions on the floor and nobody had talked about it.

He burned off all his hair and was so upset about it that he stole Soos's zodiac blanket and hid under it for half a week, and everyone but Mabel just ignored him.

In less than a month in the Mystery Shack, Bill had lost a tooth.

He had been dragged out of the house during a weird weather phenomenon while terrified out of his mind. Soos had seen Bill cowering on the ground in fear, Ford looming over him, grabbing him by the collar and snarling in rage. Bill had been pleading with everyone in hearing range not to make him go, and had come back in such a state of shock he could hardly walk. 

And yet, he'd protected the whole town from getting hurt in zero gravity—and he'd brought a pet for Soos.

They'd tried to execute Bill two days later.

####

Soos sat in the window seat, flipping through the remaining filled-in pages in Journal 4. The last few pages were packed with stickers. A cat that said PURRFECT! A smiling fish that said A REEL PAL! Bill had started a little collection of pizza slice stickers for some reason. A couple of holographic rainbows, a smiling scratch-and-sniff sun. (Apparently, the sun smelled like lemons and oranges. Astronomy facts!)

Soos reached the current page. Bill was using several pieces of paper—regular printer paper and notebook paper, folded in half—like a bookmark. Soos unfolded them. A list of animals ranked by fuzziness. (Soos was satisfied that he'd been placed under the "smooth and squishy" category, but wondered whether he should be bothered by the fact that he shared the category with pigs and slugs.) A drawing of Bill riding a looping rocket ship and waving a fishbowl helmet above him. A drawing of a blue house with a couple of kids and a pig in the window. Several drawings of shape people kinda like Bill: a pink heart person labeled "Me in Flatworld," a stern-looking red stop sign wearing sunglasses labeled "Bill's parole officer," Bill dancing, the pink heart protecting Bill from some villainous-looking shapes—all clearly Mabel's art.

Several notebook pages in someone else's handwriting detailing names, addresses, and contact information, with statements Soos couldn't make sense of—as if maybe someone had been asking somebody else questions and writing down their answers. He thought the questions might be about how some people had reacted to the end of Weirdmageddon. He got the impression the people being discussed had known that Weirdmageddon was coming. He got the impression they were disappointed it hadn't happened. There were several questions at the end: How will we rendes-vouz? (Whoever was writing didn't know how to spell rendezvous, but to be fair Soos wasn't 100% sure either.) What supplies do you need? What are your interim orders?

Soos stared at the notebook papers.

He flipped back through the journal again, looking at each page more closely.

Sometimes the two-tone dot-and-dash segments had a stray human word: a few characters he recognized from his Teach Yourself Japanese workbooks, sometimes words Soos thought might be Arabic but honestly he didn't have a clue. At one point he listed half a dozen human names that Soos didn't recognize. The most common character was a stretched-out letter M (Mabel?), followed by a 6 knocked on its side (Sixer?).

The dot-and-dash segments had occasional amateurish illustrations. Sometimes they were human stick figures; sometimes the stick figures' heads had symbols off of Bill's zodiac wheel. He saw Stan's fish symbol, Gideon's star symbol, and Mabel's shooting star symbol. Ford's stick figures were the only ones with hands; Bill consistently gave them six fingers. The doodles were like particularly esoteric cave drawings; they were so bad that Soos couldn't tell what most of them were supposed to illustrate.

Except for one featuring Bill (as a triangle) and Mabel and some other inscrutable figures in a really awesome car with flames on the side, its coolness limited only by the fact that it was all in gray and yellow-green crayon. When Soos had been in high school, there had always been a couple of kids who didn't know how to draw anything except expensive cars or name-brand sports shoes, but they drew them in extreme realistic detail. Apparently, Bill was that kind of artist. Nothing but stick figures and the sickest crayon car Soos had ever seen.

It didn't do anything to dispel Soos's impression of Bill as a lost alien 18-year-old.

On one page, in sloppy lines of handwriting that meandered drunkenly up and down the paper, Bill had written, "I don't get why you won't give me a second shot. I asked you to join my gang. I serenaded you in a pyramid. I got a fantastic makeover. I offered you godhood. I showed you my dimension. I didn't torture you until I had to. I even made you a skin couch! I know how much you've always wanted a leather furniture set! I've given you everything from chicken zombification magic to jelly beans, what does it take? What am I missing?"

Soos reread Bill's other messages to Ford. All that "you'll regret not siding with me" junk wasn't threats. It was the impotent rage of a socially inept teenager who didn't understand his own creepiness had driven his friends away. It was the whiny moan of some guy going "Why doesn't she like me anymore" about an ex-girlfriend who had told him five times she didn't like him anymore because he didn't listen to her. Like that guy Wendy dated last summer. So like, a jerk, but not a terrifying world-ending monster jerk, just an annoying creep jerk. A regular jerk. A human jerk.

Soos stood, gave one last look at this journal—clearly stolen, definitely a violation of Bill's "no writing materials" restriction, completely stuffed full of mysterious messages to outsiders and some kind of weird alien code that could say anything at all and might have been super dangerous—and he slid it back into the ripped seam in the attic seat cushion where he'd found it.

He finished vacuuming up the potato chips Bill had flung across the room, thinking about how offended Bill had been that Soos had given him any food except what he'd asked for, remembering what Abuelita had said about people who destroy the things around them when they feel like that's the last and only thing they still have power over.

Enough was enough.

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(Hope y'all enjoyed! Next week we may interrupt our regularly-scheduled programming to post a TBOB-based chapter I'm inserting early into the fic—it depends on if I get it done by next Friday. In the meantime, I'm looking forward to hearing y'all's thoughts on this chapter!)

[jessejaredstories]

Ghosts Like To Be Subs Too

If you told Julian that ghosts were real, then he’d probably just laugh in your face and call you fucking stupid. Ever since he was a kid, he never believed in ghosts, demons, or anything of the like. Paranormal activities were nothing more than a cheesy fantasy to him. 

His stubborn refusal to suspend his disbelief for even a second set Julian apart from other naysayers. Once Halloween season came around, everyone knew not to invite Julian to any haunted houses unless they wanted an earful of his bitching about how unrealistic everything looked. He was a buzzkill through and through. 

Julian didn’t mind being left out of the spooky festivities though. If anything, it gave him plenty of time to just enjoy himself at home. 

One night, strange things began happening around his apartment as he was just chilling in bed. However, being the stark nonbeliever that he was, Julian simply explained away everything with logic and reason. 

Flickering lights? Probably just needs new light bulbs. Sudden, cold gusts of wind? Most likely just the A/C kicking in. Random creaking and groaning sounds? No doubt just the loud neighbors upstairs.

As the night progressed, the strange occurrences grew more erratic and inexplicable. However, regardless of what happened, Julian remained unfazed. Little did he know, however, it was a ghost behind all paranormal activity in his apartment. A ghost had wandered into his residence, looking for a human vessel to take over. And what better choice for a vessel than a nonbeliever? 

Just as Julian was getting ready for bed, all of the lights in his apartment blew out, leaving him vulnerable in pitch-black darkness. Despite this, he merely groaned in annoyance and used his phone flashlight to finish getting ready.

“Goddamn it… That stupid landlord really needs to get off his ass and fix the wiring in this fucking building…”

Julian finished his nighttime routine and tucked himself into bed. He turned off his phone flashlight, allowing the darkness to swallow him whole, and closed his eyes. As he waited to fall asleep, the ghost decided to make its presence known. 

Ooooo… Ooooooo…

“Great, what now?” Julian grumbled as he sat up in bed. He was face-to-face with the smoggy ghost with pink glowing eyes. For the first time in his life, Julian had been confronted with something his sense of logic couldn’t explain. He was speechless.

“What the fuck…?”

Ooooo… Ooooooooo…!!!

The ghost made its move and charged at Julian while he was too busy trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It slammed into his face, causing Julian to fall back onto his bed with a thud. Panic and adrenaline kicked in as he realized he was in danger. Julian tried scuttling away from the ghost, but it was quickly gaining on him. The ghost positioned itself right on top of Julian’s face. He began coughing as the thick, ghostly fog enveloped his head, granting the ghost the perfect entrance into his body. 

The ghost began trickling inside Julian’s body through his orifices. Mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes, the ghost used every hole in his head. Julian convulsed and thrashed around his bed as he felt the inside of his body getting filled up with a ghostly presence. The sounds of Julian violently gagging filled his bedroom. He flexed the muscles in his throat in an attempt to stop the ghost’s main entry point, but it was useless. The ghost continued pushing its way inside of Julian despite his efforts. It was an expert in possessing other beings and there was nothing an ordinary human could do to stop it now. 

Once the ghost occupied enough space inside of Julian, it began exercising its newfound control over his body. It started by forcing him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes shot open as he felt his body moving against his command. Wanting to seal his throat again, Julian raised his hand to choke himself. However, the ghost read his thoughts and quickly used his other hand to stop him. Julian tried resisting the ghost’s control over his body but to no avail. His throat relaxed and his mouth hung wide open, ready for the ghost to finish slithering down inside of him. 

“Mmmrrmph… Uhhhhh…” Julian moaned. He gripped his bedsheets as he slurped up the last piece of his invader with one final gulp. Julian felt full of a ghastly sensation he couldn’t explain in words. His body was tense, sore, and bloated all over. As he laid there, panting for breath, Julian felt his hands start moving on their own. They reached out to his torso and began massaging his pecs and abs. The ghost’s body takeover was complete. 

“MMMMM! FEELS SO GOOD!!!�� the ghost bellowed in a loud, demonic voice. It was overjoyed to have flesh and a real voice again. No longer would it be forced to communicate in ooo’s like some cartoon ghost. 

The ghost purred as it explored its new vessel, relishing the feel of the firm, hard-earned muscles it had just stolen from Julian. A nearby mirror caught its eye, and the ghost scoffed at the sight of his reflection.  

“HMPH. FUCK THESE CLOTHES. GET NAKED, NOW!!”

The ghost snapped its fingers, and the powerful sound echoed throughout the apartment. Then, within seconds, Julian's wife beater and sweatpants burst open. Shreds of fabric fell to the ground like confetti. The ghost smirked again as it saw Julian’s heavy tool hang low.

“A FINE SPECIMEN OF A HUMAN MALE INDEED!” The ghost wrapped its calloused hand around its new cock and gave himself a few pumps. “PERFECT FOR BREEDING! CAN’T WAIT TO USE IT—”

As the ghost was busy admiring its newly possessed body, Julian’s phone began ringing. The ghost scowled at the phone for interrupting his moment of self-worship, but his expression softened when he saw the name of the incoming call. Pedro. 

Then, inspiration struck. The ghost quickly grabbed the phone and cleared its throat before answering. 

“Hello? Hey, what’s up?” the ghost said with Julian’s voice instead of his regular voice. The man on the other side of the call talked normally, failing to notice anything wrong with his friend. The ghost grinned with a malicious gleen in its eyes as they spoke. Its body takeover plan was going perfectly and was about to get even better.  

***

“Hey, are you still awake… Cool, you down to chill tonight… Alright, I’ll be over in a bit. See you soon.” 

Pedro hung up and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. He was shocked that Julian answered. He knew that Julian was a creature of habit who never strayed from his routine. It seemed odd to Pedro that he would still be awake past his usual 9PM curfew without good reason. Maybe Julian couldn’t sleep either? Pedro wasn’t sure, but decided to just brush the thought aside and get ready. He already told him he’d be coming over after all.

Pedro threw on some random clothes and drove downtown to Julian’s apartment complex. He punched in the access code, took the elevator, and walked up to Julian’s doorstep where he awaited him. 

“Hey! Glad you could make it,” Julian said as he dabbed him up. 

“Thanks for having me over. Watchu doing up tonight anyway?”

“Not much really, just can’t sleep. I was actually about to start watching Netflix right when you called.”

“Really? That’s cool.” Pedro made himself at home while Julian helped himself to the couch and turned on Netflix. 

Pedro felt a shiver run up his spine as he took off his shoes. He felt like he was stared at. Pedro turned and saw Julian grinning from ear to ear. 

“You good, chief? What are you smiling for?” Pedro asked. Julian shrugged. 

“I’m just enjoying your company. How are you feeling tonight? Come join me.”

“Good… Thanks for asking.”

Pedro felt goosebumps form on his arms as he sat next to Julian. In all the years he had known him, Julian was never a smiley kind of guy. Although they were pretty close friends, something about Julian’s demeanor seemed… wrong. He never went out of his way to create a warm, welcoming environment for his guests. No, Julian was a serious man who did just enough to not be marked an asshole by others. 

With that suspicion in mind, Pedro tried sneaking a glance at Julian. He tried to do so without Julian noticing, but he immediately caught him. He turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Pedro saw Julian’s eyes flash pink. 

Julian returned his focus back to the movie. Meanwhile, Pedro was trying to mentally process what he had just seen. He replayed the image over and over in his head. It was just a brief second. Blink and you miss it. But Pedro knew what he saw. Julian’s eyes had turned pink! 

“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem tense,” Julian asked. He threw an arm around Pedro’s shoulder, but Pedro shook him away. 

“What’s wrong with me? Bro what’s wrong with YOU!?” 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean— Why are you acting like this? Smiling at me, acting all extra for no reason, and your eyes! I swear to God bro your eyes turned pink when you looked at me! What’s with you? It’s like you’re possessed or some shit!!”

The two men stared at each other. Pedro was waiting for a response but never got one. Instead, Julian closed his eyes and tilted his head downward. Pedro opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a low chuckle coming from Julian. His shoulders were bouncing as his laugh grew gradually louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, he threw his head back up and let out a deep, maniacal laughter that rang throughout the apartment. His eyes were glowing bright pink, too! Pedro fell onto the ground from the shock. He wasn’t serious when he accused Julian of being possessed. It was just a figure of speech! But it was becoming all too clear that he was correct… 

“AMAZING!!” Julian’s voice boomed. His voice had dropped to an unnaturally deep pitch that shook Pedro to his core. “NEVER IN THE HUNDRED YEARS THAT I’VE BEEN AROUND HAVE I BEEN SUSSED OUT THIS QUICKLY! I CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH!!”

“What are you? WHO are you?” Pedro said as he picked himself up from the ground. 

“Does that really matter now? As far as we’re concerned, I’m Julian. Always have been, and always will be. At least until I get bored of this body anyway.” 

Pedro was glaring at Julian as he spoke. The ghost noticed and chuckled in response. 

“What’s the matter? You want your little friend back? Do you really think—”

Before Julian could finish his sentence, Pedro charged at him at full speed. Pedro grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the couch. The ghost was shocked at how quickly a big guy like Pedro could move. He had him pinned down before he could even retaliate!

“Listen here,” Pedro whispered. “You’re gonna get out of my friend’s body and you’re gonna do it now. Do I make myself clear?”

Pedro had a tight grip around Julian’s throat. The ghost was struggling to breathe, let alone talk. Pedro softened his grip just enough to let the ghost talk. 

“I can’t!! This body is too tight of a fit, I won’t be able to leave without something pushing me out! Something long and hard like a shoe horn!” 

Pedro contemplated how best to force the entity out. An idea quickly came to mind, but Pedro wasn’t particularly happy about the implications. He looked down at his buddy’s face, then decided what he was about to do was well worth the price if it meant saving his friend. 

“Heh, alright fucker! Hope you’re ready to leave cuz I’m gonna force you out with my dick!!”

Without hesitation, Pedro made his move. 

He planted his mouth onto Julian’s lips, catching him by surprise. It was a sudden, rough kiss but it was a welcome one. The ghost opened his lips and let Pedro slip his tongue in as it kissed him back. The rough, scratchy feeling of their beards brushing against each other’s lips caused them both to let out low, sensual groans with every kiss. Their hands became frisky and began exploring each other’s bodies as they made out. Pedro groped Julian’s ass, Julian massaged Pedro’s jacked arms. They locked their lips and bodies pressed against each other as they moved towards Julian’s bedroom. Once there, Pedro pushed Julian onto the bed and quickly took off his clothes. Julian did the same. 

Pedro hopped in between Julian’s legs and wrapped a hand around his throat again. The ghost looked at him with big, wet eyes full of desire. Pedro merely smirked. Even though he was the one that started their little makeout sesh, Pedro wasn’t doing it for fun. He was doing this to save Julian from whatever was possessing his body and nothing more. 

“Open your mouth.” 

Julian did as he was told. Pedro leaned in and spat a ball of saliva into Julian’s mouth. As he watched Julian swallow his spit, Pedro grinned and tightened his grip on his throat, causing him to let out a suppressed moan from the delightfully sensual feeling of getting choked. 

“Such a good little slut! You like when Papi spits in your mouth?”

“Yes Papi, I love it!”

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Papi! Please, sir! Spit in my mouth again!!” Julian opened his mouth as wide as he could and Pedro spat into him again. 

“Good boy!!” Pedro said with a cocky smirk. He then leaned back down and planted his lips against Julian’s again. 

They shared a few more deep kisses and as they did so, Julian felt something begin to poke against his butt. Pedro pulled away to spit on his erect cock. As he lubed up his dick, he took a good, long look at the man laying underneath him. 

Although he had always been curious, Pedro had never actually fucked a guy before. Though the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, Pedro was glad his first man was a hottie with a body like Julian. 

With that thought in mind, Pedro leaned back down for another kiss. This time, as they made out, Pedro began guiding his dick to Julian’s hole. Once he lined up his tip, Pedro pushed it in until his cock penetrated him.  

“Mmm…” Pedro purred as he felt his dick go inside of Julian. The warm feeling of his tight ass enveloping his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout his groin. 

“Mmmmm— Hm? Ow! Arghhhh!”

Pedro let out a horrific gagging noise as he threw his head back. His pupils went white and his body became stiff, trapping Julian underneath him with his dick tip still planted inside of him. 

Yes, finally! Now let me inside!!

Meanwhile, a sinister smile formed on the ghost’s stolen face. It then took a deep breath in and exhaled. As it did so, a thick fog left Julian’s mouth and went straight inside Pedro’s agape mouth. 

“Mrrrmphh? Mmmmugghhhh!!!”

Pedro convulsed violently as his body was getting filled rapidly with the same entity that took over Julian’s body. It felt like he was getting stuffed with air. His muscles tightened with every mouthful of ghost essence he was forced to swallow. Before he knew it, Pedro felt his consciousness fade away as the ghost took complete control over his body. The last thing he remembered was feeling his face muscles form an unwanted smile before everything went black. 

“Hehehe… TWO VESSELS IN ONE NIGHT? FEELS FUCKING AMAZING BROO! OHH I LOOK SO GOOD WITH TATTOOS! JUST LOOK AT THIS HAIRY BODY!!”

Pedro’s cock slipped out of Julian’s ass as the ghost took a deep whiff of its dank pit smell. It looked down and blew a sharp whistle at the mere sight of its new, long member. While Julian had girth, Pedro had length. The ghost wasn’t sure which dick it preferred. Not that it really mattered though, as it would be putting both to good use. 

Julian’s body went limp now that the ghost was out of him. His eyes were open but with a glazed over look to them. The ghost tried catching his attention, but Julian was unresponsive. Do doubt he was still in a severe daze after getting possessed. 

The ghost smirked. It decided to make the most of having two bodies under its possession. It flipped Julian over onto his stomach, then stuck Pedro’s cock back into his ass. 

“Yeahhh take that big dick like a good bitch,” the ghost said in Pedro’s voice. He watched with a smile as his massive 8 inch cock disappeared into Julian’s ass. Once it was entirely in, Pedro grabbed Julian’s waist and began thrusting into him like he was furious. 

“Fuck yeah! That’s how I like to get fucked, raw and hard! Got that, you oversized lump of walking meat!?” the ghost said out loud. Once it finished issuing its command to Pedro’s body, the ghost exited through his mouth and zipped straight into Julian. 

“Ahhhh! AarrrggGGGHHH FUCKKKK!!!” Julian shouted out as the ghost re-entered him. 

Between Julian’s body getting possessed again and having his ass full of thick, Latino cock, the ghost was caught between two powerful forces of erotic stimulation. Additionally, even though the ghost wasn’t directly in control anymore, Pedro’s body was still moving according to its last command and fucking him as hard as he could. 

“Ah— Ahh— Oohhh— Fu— Uckk—!!” Julian cried out with pleasure everytime Pedro rammed his hips into him, forcing his cock even deeper into his ass. 

“Push your ass out.” Pedro said in a monotone voice. He pushed Julian’s head down into the pillow as he arched his back even further and bit into the pillow. Pedro picked up the rhythm of his thrusting speed and jackhammered away at Julian’s hole. 

The small bedroom became filled with the erotic sounds of two men fucking like their lifes depended on it. Pedro grunted like an automated fucking machine and Julian moaned like the cock hungry slut he had become. They had become drenched in sweat and their body odor permeated the air, filling it with a potent, sweaty musk that was absolutely delightful to the nose. 

“Nrghhh… Ohhhnghhhh!”

Julian felt Pedro’s fucking speed change. He was getting close, but the ghost wouldn’t let him finish so soon. The ghost quickly shot itself out of Julian and back into Pedro. Pedro gagged briefly as the ghost zipped down his throat but then let out a sigh of relief as he fell under complete possession again. Now that it was at the steering wheel, the ghost slowed down Pedro’s thrusting to stop him from blowing his load. The ghost then decided to stay as Pedro and take a turn at topping. 

It pounded away at Julian’s ass, his cock sliding in and out at rapid speeds. Once the ghost noticed Julian was getting close to finishing, it returned to Julian’s body to stop him. The ghost kept up this cycle for a good while. Whenever one of the men was close, the ghost would repossess and prevent them from shooting their load. The ghost kept them at the edge of climax, only to cut them short every time. 

The ghost was making them fuck for as long as they physically could. The time gap between body takeovers got shorter and shorter. It got to the point where the ghost could simultaneously experience fucking as Pedro and getting fucked as Julian, like being in the middle of a threesome. It was a bodily ecstasy unlike any other. After not having flesh to call its own for so long, the ghost felt like its senses were on fire! Only once it finally had enough, the ghost exited their bodies and allowed them to shoot out their heavy loads in what looked like a sticky, white eruption. Both Julian and Pedro bellowed out a loud FUCKK as they became drenched in their own bodily fluids. They were both left panting for breath after such a rough hookup! 

The ghost floated in the air after it finished having its fun. It needed a moment to breathe too! But it knew that it didn’t have too much time to relax. After all, Julian and Pedro could wake up if it took too long! Thankfully, however, the ghost’s worries were unwarranted. As the ghost hovered back down, it saw a strange sight. Julian and Pedro turned to face the ghost, and despite  neither being actively possessed, their eyes were still glowing bright pink! 

The ghost was amazed. It had come to Julian’s humble abode to take over Julian’s body as its new permanent vessel. However, in an awfully lucky turn of events, the ghost had successfully secured not one, but TWO human bodies to possess (and as if that wasn’t enough, it was two well-endowed, hairy Latino men too!!) 

It was too perfect. The ghost couldn’t help but relish in its own flawless success. It hopped into Julian’s body and let out its signature demonic laugh. Then, just as a quick experiment, it hopped into Pedro’s body and laughed. It was true— both Julian and Pedro were under its control! Even if the ghost wasn’t inside them, they only waited until their new ghostly master returned. 

And so, the ghost continued living as a human, sometimes as Julian, sometimes as Pedro. To make things more convenient, the ghost decided to have its vessels get married and move in together. Although it was the ghost behind their every word and action, Julian and Pedro looked like they were just happily married husbands to the outside world.

And nobody would be none the wiser.

[vrfinalgirl]

CUPIDS KINKTOBER 2024 !!

welcome to cupids first kinktober!! I’m so so excited to do this and it’s going to span over all three of my accounts !! @suneslvr @cupids-archives #requests are open 😇

current hyper fixations are, dc, mha, lmk, black myth wukong, creepypasta/slashers, degrees of lewdity, boyfriend to death(1+2)/tpof, scp, & genshin impact! If I don’t get a request for a specific day the default would be one of these fandoms. 💉 submission rules!

(all of these could be customized!)

₊˚♱ ━ October 1rst -- MONSTER?

🩸: your laying in bed on Halloween night. The air is cold and your bedroom is even colder. As you lure yourself asleep, you hear a ghostly sound coming from your closet!

💉: (stalker x fem!reader, stalking, dub/non-con, death threats, choking, and size kink.)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 5th — MR. SANDMAN!

🩸: your dreams are constantly plagued by a pale figure. Soon these dreams start to become a reality. Will you wake up before he catches you?

💉 : (dream-spirit x fem!reader, coercion, dub-con, overstim, dream-fucking, somnophilia.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 10th — DRACULA!

🩸: As a lonely adventurer you wander the 1800s Europeans streets looking for treasure and lost artifacts, soon you come across a castle with everything you’ve ever wanted, little do you know about the secret that lies above.

💉: (sealed! monster x fem! reader, dub- con, blood play, religious text, monsterfucking, hallucinations, happy ending(?))

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 15th — LOVE POTION.

🩸: you come back to town after a long vacation. Every person you come across has this love crazed look in their eye? You rush to return home after getting cornered by people you’ve thought were your friends? what’s gotten into everyone?!

💉: (threesomes, overstim, breeding, possessiveness, aphrodisiacs, mentions of non-con, and dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 20th — SERIAL KILLER!

🩸: An odd alert shows up on your phone? A serial killer has escaped! and it’s—? … soon you start to receive calls and messages from an unknown number. will you be the sadistic killers new victim?

💉: (knife play, dub-con to consenting, threats, mentions of murder/gore, mentions of rape.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 25th — THE CONJURING.

🩸: Series of people in your town have been found in massive murder-suicides. Some believe the small- time life finally got to them. others an otherworldly demon.

💉: (possession, mutual masturbation, monsterfucking, suicide/murder mention, dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 30th — UNDER LOCK AND KEY!

🩸: you and your friend are invited to a Halloween party! Unfortunately the two of you get lost on the way there, however an old timely couple picks you up and allows you to stay for the weekend. Everything seems to get along quite nicely, except for the screaming you hear in the basement.

💉: (mentions of incest, gang-banging, corruption, cockwarming, cannibalism, brat taming,dacraphilia, drug use)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ OCTOBER 31RST — HALLOWEEN.

—- CHOOSE YOUR KINK. + YOUR CHARACTER!

🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN

[mirisss]

Beneath the Storm Lies a Gentle Heart

Demon! Jeon Wonwoo x human! female! reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, threats, obsession, possessiveness, implications of intimacy, sort of naked bodies, MDNI, I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything. 

Wordcount ≈ 15.5k (I got carried away)

Here is the second Halloween special, today I bring you demon Wonwoo who is thirsty for something, but what? I hope you enjoy it! 

This Halloween special is a bit less scary than the Scoups’ one but I hope you like it either way! 

Please reblog!

Third Person POV

The neighborhood street lay beneath a restless sky, its silence shattered only by the distant growl of thunder. The streetlights flickered weakly as if struggling against the growing storm that brewed above, casting long, ghostly shadows on the pavement. Trees swayed violently, their branches like skeletal hands reaching out to the heavens, caught in the whispered promises of chaos.

Behind every window, curtains were tightly drawn. No one dared to peek outside. The air in the houses was thick with fear, the kind that made hearts pound faster, and eyes flicker toward every creak and groan of the house. They knew what was out there. They had heard the stories, the legends of the monsters that came with the storm. They rode the winds, invisible until they chose to show themselves, their breath carried on the gusts that howled through the empty street.

No one could see them, but they could feel their presence—the air felt charged with a malevolent energy like the very night itself had come alive. The houses, once warm and inviting, now seemed like fragile fortresses, barely enough to keep the darkness at bay. Outside, the wind began to howl louder, and with each gust, it seemed as though unseen figures moved closer, their forms hidden just beyond the rain that now drizzled down in cold, biting drops.

The storm was not just weather; it was a harbinger. And the monsters that rode with it? They were the night’s true rulers, ancient and hungry. They thrived in the madness of the storm, waiting for the moment when fear slipped through the cracks in the walls, seeping into dreams and twisting them into nightmares.

Inside, the people clung to each other, silent, knowing that the storm would pass—but not all of them would be there when it did.

(Y/n) sat in her small house at the end of the street, the rhythmic tapping of rain on her windows growing heavier with each passing moment. She glanced outside, where the first flickers of lightning danced across the horizon, illuminating the twisted shapes of trees bending beneath the winds. The storm was coming—she had heard the warnings from her neighbors.

They had seemed strange when she first moved in, whispering about the storm in hushed voices, as if talking too loudly would summon it faster. They told her to lock her doors, stay away from the windows, and hide. “You won’t survive if you don’t,” they’d said with a grim seriousness that made her laugh awkwardly at the time. Surely it was just a bizarre local superstition.

But now, as the wind howled louder, rattling the windows like impatient fingers trying to claw their way inside, (Y/n) couldn’t shake the unease that had been growing since the first clap of thunder echoed through the sky. The power flickered, and for a brief moment, her reflection in the glass seemed to warp, like the house was watching her back.

She stood up, pacing, her heart picking up its rhythm to match the drumming rain. Hide? From what? she thought, her laugh weak and forced. But outside, something shifted in the shadows, a movement too quick, too unnatural to be the wind. She froze, staring into the dark, trying to convince herself it was just a trick of the light, a fleeting illusion brought on by nerves.

Then came the sound—a low, guttural growl, carried on the wind. It wasn’t the storm. It wasn’t human. And it was getting closer.

Her neighbors’ warning echoed in her mind now, not as superstition, but as cold, terrifying reality. Her blood ran cold as she remembered their faces—how none of them had laughed when she did. The air in the house felt heavier now, thick with dread, and the walls seemed to creak with something more than just the storm’s pressure. They felt alive, almost…watchful.

Suddenly, the lights went out completely, plunging her into darkness. Her breath caught, and she instinctively moved away from the windows, her eyes wide, her heart hammering in her chest. She fumbled for her phone, the only source of light, its dim glow casting eerie shapes along the walls. Her fingers trembled as she typed a message to her closest friend, something casual, as if pretending everything was fine would make it so. But her thumb hovered over the send button as another growl—closer now—shook her to her core.

In the pitch-black night, (Y/n) heard it: soft footsteps, barely audible over the storm. They padded across her yard, deliberate, predatory. The neighbors had been right.

The monsters were here.

(Y/n) turned to run, the feeling of being watched pressing down on her like a physical weight. She hadn’t believed them. And now, she would pay the price.

Wonwoo prowled the street, his dark form blending with the storm, an extension of the violent wind and the swirling shadows that enveloped the neighborhood. The storm itself felt like a living thing, feeding him, energizing him. He could feel the pulsing hunger deep in his core, an unquenchable thirst for a human soul. His kind thrived on the terror that seeped from the houses, but tonight, the neighborhood was quiet. Too quiet.

No lights flickered in the windows, no whispers or hurried footsteps. His patience was wearing thin, each step making his hunger more ravenous, more desperate. He could taste the fear, faint but present, like a sweet perfume on the air. Yet no one was foolish enough to face him. The houses were locked up tight, the inhabitants hidden away like mice in their burrows, trembling under the storm’s wrath.

But then, as he reached the end of the street, something caught his eye. A tiny house, the smallest on the block. A single light glowed through the thin curtains, defying the darkness that had swallowed the rest of the neighborhood. Someone was awake.

A twisted smile curled across his lips. The hunger inside him flared, a ravenous beast clawing at his insides. This would be his prey. He could sense it—the sharp pulse of fear inside, a heart beating faster than the raindrops that hammered against the roof. He relished in it. His steps slowed as he approached, savoring the moment. The light in the house was a beacon, guiding him to his next feast.

Wonwoo could feel her now, the soul inside the house, fragile and unaware of the nightmare that stalked just beyond the threshold. The wind howled louder, almost urging him forward as if the storm itself longed for the moment of terror that would soon unfold.

He drifted closer, his presence a shadowy silhouette just outside the window. His breath was cold against the glass as he peered in, his sharp eyes locking onto the girl inside. She was moving frantically, clearly shaken by the storm. She hadn’t yet realized the true horror that lurked just beyond her door.

Good.

He liked it that way. The fear was so much sweeter when it hit all at once—the moment when his prey realized that escape was impossible, that they were already his.

His fingers brushed against the door as he circled the house, savoring her panic. He could hear the frantic rustling inside, her heartbeat quickening. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the hunger surge through him like lightning. The storm crackled with energy, and with it, so did he.

This one would be delicious.

He was at the door now, his lips curled into a grin as the doorknob trembled under his touch. He didn’t need to force his way in—he could already sense her fear rising, pulling him in like a magnet. 

As Wonwoo slipped into the house, the door creaking open under his ghostly touch, he felt the surge of his dark hunger swell, his every instinct screaming for him to feed. The storm outside raged on, thunder rumbling like the growl of some ancient beast, and the wind howled through the trees, shaking the world as though it, too, was hungry for the terror that filled the air.

(Y/n) stood in the middle of the room, frozen in fear. Her eyes were wide, her breathing rapid, and she clutched her phone in trembling hands, the small screen casting a dim glow across her pale face. When she saw him—his tall, shadowed form standing in the doorway, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light—her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, the world stopped.

Wonwoo expected to feel the familiar pull, the insatiable need to consume her soul, to feed on the fear that radiated from her. But something shifted. As his gaze met hers, the dark hunger inside him changed, and twisted. His need to consume her soul was replaced by something far more dangerous, something primal and possessive. His heart, cold and dead for centuries, stirred, as if a sliver of humanity had suddenly reawakened. But it wasn’t love in the human sense—it was something darker, something monstrous.

It was obsession.

Her fear, which should have been his feast, only fueled a deeper, more consuming desire. She was so fragile, so beautiful in her terror, and instead of wanting to devour her soul, he wanted her. All of her. Forever. He could sense the darkness within her—like a flickering ember waiting to be kindled. She was his now, and he would never let her go.

He stepped forward, and she stumbled back, her eyes darting toward the door, the windows—any possible escape. But there was none. He was inside, and there was nowhere for her to run. He watched her, the terror in her eyes shifting to confusion as his approach became slow, almost tender. There was a darkness in his gaze, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine, but also something else, something she couldn’t quite understand.

Wonwoo moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch her, and when his fingers brushed her skin, she felt a coldness like ice, but it was laced with something electric. She trembled, her heart pounding, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But something kept her rooted in place, caught in his gaze, ensnared by the monstrous allure that clung to him.

He leaned in, his breath cold against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine now.”

And with that, the storm outside began to calm, the thunder rolling away into the distance, the wind dying down to a soft breeze. But the storm inside the house had only just begun. Wonwoo’s mark, invisible to human eyes, was left on her skin, an eternal bond that tied her fate to his. The hunger he felt for her was far from sated—it was just beginning, a hunger that would never end.

By the time the storm had fully passed and the morning light began to break over the neighborhood, the houses stirred with cautious relief. The neighbors, those who had warned her to hide, emerged from their homes, their faces etched with concern. They went door to door, checking on one another, praying that everyone had made it through the night.

But when they reached (Y/n)’s house, it was different. The door stood ajar, the lights still flickering inside, but there was no sign of her. The house was empty, silent, and cold. The neighbors hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances, before stepping inside.

There, in the middle of the living room, where she had last stood, they found it: the mark of the demon. Burned into the wooden floor, a twisted, arcane symbol that pulsed with dark energy. It was unmistakable—a sign that the storm had taken more than just peace. It had claimed a soul.

(Y/n) was gone, taken by the storm’s monster, and the mark was a reminder that she had belonged to something dark, something that would never let her go. The neighbors stood in silent horror, knowing that she hadn’t just vanished. She had been claimed, consumed by the storm and the monster who rode within it.

And somewhere, in the darkness beyond the town, she was with him now—forever bound to the demon who had found a hunger far more dangerous than any soul: a hunger for her.

(Y/n) awoke slowly, her body sinking into the soft, luxurious bed beneath her. The air in the room was thick with a dark stillness, broken only by the faint ticking of an unseen clock. The bed she lay on was far too grand, the fabric too smooth, the canopy above her too extravagant to belong in any place she recognized. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Rich, dark curtains hung heavy over tall windows, blocking out whatever light might have existed outside. The furniture was exquisite, intricate, and yet somehow ominous. The room felt like it was from another time, as though it belonged to a forgotten era of lavish decadence.

Confusion washed over her. This wasn’t her house, her room. The memories were foggy, slipping through her mind like shadows, and she struggled to recall how she’d gotten here. The storm… The house… The figure at her door.

A gentle knock sounded at the door, pulling her from her thoughts, and making her pulse quicken. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as her heart pounded in her chest.

Before she could find her voice or prepare herself, the door opened, and a man stepped inside.

The moment she saw him, her memories rushed back like a flood breaking through a dam. The storm, the terror, him. His figure had been shrouded in darkness the night before, but now, in the eerie quiet of the room, she could see him clearly. He was tall, his dark hair falling perfectly into place, and his face was striking—handsome in a way that almost didn’t seem real. His eyes, though, were what caught her attention the most. They held a depth of darkness, a hunger she had glimpsed in the storm when he had first appeared at her door. And yet, there was something else there now—something unsettlingly intimate, like he already knew her.

As their eyes met, everything from the previous night surged back into her mind. The storm, the fear that gripped her as the wind howled and the windows rattled, and then the figure—Wonwoo—stepped into her house as though the night itself had delivered him to her. She had felt that primal terror, that certainty that she was being hunted, that she had no chance of escape. He had said she was his, and she had felt his power wrapped around her like a cage.

Now, here he was, standing before her again.

She recoiled instinctively, pressing herself back against the headboard. Fear rose like bile in her throat, but she couldn’t look away from him. Her memories, sharp now, brought back the moment when his hunger had changed, when something dark and twisted had shifted in his gaze, turning from a thirst for her soul to something deeper, more possessive.

“You’re awake,” Wonwoo said softly, his voice as smooth as silk, but laced with that same undercurrent of power. He stepped further into the room, his eyes never leaving hers.

(Y/n) gripped the sheets tightly, her mind racing. “Where am I?” she demanded, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound brave.

“My home,” he replied simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His expression softened slightly, but the darkness in his eyes remained. “You’re safe here.”

Safe. The word echoed in her mind, but it felt like a lie. She didn’t feel safe. She felt trapped. “Why did you take me?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Wonwoo paused, his gaze flickering with something she couldn’t quite place—something deeper, darker. “Because you belong to me,” he said, his voice low, as though he was stating a fact she would eventually come to accept. He stepped closer, and she could feel the air grow colder around him. “From the moment I saw you… I knew.”

The words sent a chill through her. “You… can’t just—” she stammered, trying to grasp the enormity of what he was saying, of what had happened. Her mind rebelled against it, but there was a part of her—something deep inside—that trembled not just with fear, but with something more, something she didn’t want to name.

Wonwoo tilted his head slightly, his expression shifting. He wasn’t angry, but there was an unyielding certainty in his gaze. “You felt it too, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice soft but commanding, as though he already knew the answer. He took another step forward, his presence overwhelming, filling the room. “The connection between us. It’s undeniable.”

(Y/n) shook her head, refusing to acknowledge the truth in his words. But deep down, she couldn’t deny that something about him had gripped her in a way that went beyond fear. It was dark, it was dangerous, but it was there, like a thread that tied her fate to his.

“I didn’t choose this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

Wonwoo’s eyes softened for a moment, but the intensity in them never wavered. “Perhaps not,” he said quietly. “But sometimes, fate has a way of deciding for us.” He reached out, and though she flinched, he only brushed a lock of hair from her face, his touch cold but gentle. “You’re mine now, and I’ll protect you from anything that dares to harm you.”

His words, though tender in tone, felt like a dark promise, an unbreakable vow. She could feel the weight of them, the truth of them, as though the very room resonated with his will.

She wanted to scream, to run, but something about his touch, his presence, held her in place. It wasn’t just fear—it was the power he had over her, the pull she couldn’t escape.

“You may not understand it now,” Wonwoo said softly, his voice almost soothing, “but in time, you will.”

And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving her alone once more, surrounded by the oppressive silence of the dark, exquisite space.

But she knew now—there was no escape.

(Y/n) sat still for a moment after Wonwoo left, her mind racing, trying to make sense of where she was and what had happened. The room was too perfect, too immaculate, like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. Slowly, she rose from the bed, her legs shaky as she took her first steps across the plush carpet. Every part of her wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go.

She walked around the room, trailing her fingers over the dark, expensive wood of the furniture. The craftsmanship was exquisite, but it felt impersonal like it had never really been lived in. Her gaze landed on a door across the room—a walk-in closet. Hesitantly, she crossed over to it and pulled the door open, expecting to find rows of clothes, lavish gowns, or even something that hinted at who this room had been prepared for.

But it was empty. Completely bare.

A cold shiver ran down her spine. Why would such a grand room, so carefully curated, have an empty closet? She shut the door softly, her thoughts spiraling. This place was beautiful, but in a way that felt hollow. The realization made the walls seem closer, the shadows darker.

She returned to the bed, her hands fidgeting as she sat down, trying to calm her racing heart. She considered leaving, trying to find a way out of this place, but something held her back—perhaps it was fear of what lurked outside the door, or maybe it was the strange pull she felt toward Wonwoo, as twisted and terrifying as it was. The memory of his eyes, the way he had looked at her, sent chills through her. There was something monstrous about him, yes, but also something that made her hesitate.

As she sat in silence, there was a soft knock at the door again. She froze, her pulse quickening. The knock was gentle, and patient, like someone who knew they didn’t need to force their way in.

The knock came again, but still, no one entered. After what felt like an eternity, (Y/n) stood up and hesitated in front of the door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle. She didn’t want to open it, but she also knew she couldn’t sit in this room forever.

She pulled the door open slowly, her breath held tight in her chest. There he was again—Wonwoo, standing just outside, his presence filling the space like the storm had the night before. His eyes were dark, and unreadable, but his lips curled into a small, inviting smile.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice carrying an unspoken command. “Good. I was hoping you’d join me for dinner.”

He stepped forward, his movements graceful and deliberate, as though every action was part of a carefully rehearsed ritual. She stepped back instinctively, still uncertain of what to do or how to respond, but something in his gaze made it clear that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Wonwoo extended his hand to her, and she stared at it for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t want to take it, but the weight of his presence made it hard to resist. The room seemed to close in on her, the darkness pressing at the edges of her mind. Slowly, reluctantly, she placed her hand in his. His skin was cold, but his grip was gentle.

“You must be hungry,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing. There was an intimacy in his tone that made her feel both uncomfortable and strangely drawn to him. “Come. Let me take care of you.”

Without waiting for her reply, he led her out of the room and down a long, shadowed hallway. The house was as grand as the room had been—dark, elegant, and filled with an ancient, unsettling beauty. Everything felt too quiet as if the house itself was holding its breath. The air seemed heavier here, thick with the weight of unseen things, of secrets that lingered in the shadows.

They reached a grand dining room, where a table was set with silverware that gleamed in the soft candlelight. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, their glow dancing across the polished wood and the rich fabrics that adorned the space. The table was adorned with food that looked decadent as if pulled from a royal banquet, yet there was something strange about it—like everything here, it felt just a bit too perfect.

Wonwoo pulled out a chair for her, his movements elegant and refined, and she sat down slowly, her eyes never leaving him. He seated himself across from her, watching her with that same intensity, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t name—something possessive, dark, but almost tender.

“Eat,” he said softly, his voice almost hypnotic. “You must be starving.”

(Y/n) stared down at the food in front of her, her stomach twisting in knots. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten, and yet she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to trust anything here. But the way he was watching her—there was an expectation in his gaze, as though he was waiting for her to make a move.

With trembling hands, she picked up a fork and took a small bite, her eyes flicking back to him. The food tasted exquisite, but there was something unnerving about it, something that made her feel as though this moment wasn’t entirely real.

Wonwoo watched her for a long moment, his eyes dark and thoughtful. “I know this is all overwhelming,” he said softly, his voice gentle but laced with that same unyielding certainty. “But in time, you’ll come to understand. You’ll come to see that this is where you belong.”

His words sent a chill through her, and she set down the fork, her appetite fading. She wanted to ask him why—why her, why this, why any of it—but the words wouldn’t come. There was something too final about all of this as if she had already stepped into a place from which there was no return.

Wonwoo smiled softly, his eyes locking onto hers as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re not a prisoner here,” he said, though the darkness in his gaze suggested otherwise. “You’re free to go where you please… but know that wherever you go, I will find you.”

The words hung in the air like a promise, or perhaps a threat.

The next morning, (Y/n) woke to find herself still trapped in the same nightmare, but now the dream had a surreal sense of calm. The luxurious bed and the shadowed room felt suffocatingly familiar, but it was the same set of clothes she’d worn when Wonwoo captured her that made the situation worse. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing against the worn fabric of her clothes. They smelled like the storm, like fear, like the night she was taken. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

But asking him for something—anything—felt like crossing a line she wasn’t ready to cross. She had barely spoken since that night, and the thought of breaking the silence between them filled her with anxiety. Wonwoo, for all his darkness and the terror he inspired in her, hadn’t forced anything on her. He seemed to keep his distance, almost as if he were waiting for her to approach him. His presence loomed, always nearby, but he never acted violently or impatiently.

She had been expecting a monster—something cruel and unforgiving—but every time she looked into his eyes, there was a gentleness that didn’t match the hunger she had seen in him before. It confused her. He was supposed to be a demon, a creature of the storm, but instead, he was patient, and careful with her, his voice soft and kind when he spoke.

Still, she needed something to wear, and as much as the thought terrified her, she knew she had to ask him.

Later that day, she found herself standing in the grand dining room again, sitting at the same table where they had shared dinner. Wonwoo had appeared with his usual quiet grace, his eyes watching her closely, waiting for her to speak.

(Y/n) fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, trying to summon the courage. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her voice felt small when she finally spoke. “I… I don’t have anything else to wear,” she said, barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo’s expression didn’t change much, but his eyes softened, and he tilted his head slightly as if considering her words carefully. There was no anger, no frustration—only that strange, calm intensity.

“What kind of clothes would you like?” he asked, his voice gentle and full of surprising care.

(Y/n) blinked, taken aback by how easily he had accepted her request. She had expected resistance, maybe even annoyance, but there was none. She hesitated for a moment, not sure how to answer. “Just… normal clothes. Something comfortable.”

Wonwoo nodded, and without saying another word, he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. The air around them seemed to shift, and in the blink of an eye, the room was filled with bags—hundreds of them, from all kinds of brands and shops she had only seen in magazines or dreamed of entering. They were piled high, towering over the dining table, every possible style and color spilling out in soft, luxurious fabrics.

(Y/n) gasped, her eyes wide with shock. She had expected maybe a few clothes, but this—this was unimaginable.

Wonwoo looked at her with a quiet smile, as if her astonishment was exactly what he had been hoping for. “Pick whatever you like,” he said softly, his tone still gentle. “I want you to be comfortable.”

For a moment, she couldn’t believe it. The sheer number of choices, the extravagance of it all, made her feel dizzy. She wasn’t used to this—this kind of indulgence, this level of luxury. But more than that, she was still trying to wrap her mind around him. He was supposed to be a monster, yet here he was, offering her every comfort she could want.

“Why are you being so nice?” she blurted out before she could stop herself, the question escaping her in a rush of confusion.

Wonwoo paused, his dark eyes flickering with something she couldn’t quite place. His expression grew serious, though his gaze never wavered from hers. “I told you,” he said quietly, “you belong to me now. And I take care of what is mine.”

His words sent a chill through her, but they didn’t carry the malice she expected. There was a possessiveness in them, yes, but also a strange tenderness, a sense of protectiveness that made her skin tingle with both fear and something she didn’t want to name.

“But I won’t hurt you,” he added softly as if sensing her fear. “Not unless you give me a reason to.”

The weight of his words settled between them, and (Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t tell if it was a threat or a promise, or perhaps both.

Slowly, she turned her attention back to the bags, her fingers trembling as she reached for one of them. The fabrics were soft, expensive, and exactly what she had asked for. It was too much—far more than she needed—but in that moment, she realized something important. Wonwoo wasn’t just giving her clothes. He was showing her his power, the control he had over everything in her life now.

And even though his voice was kind, the message was clear.

Everything she had, everything she would ever need, would come from him. She was entirely at his mercy.

In the days that followed, (Y/n) began to see sides of Wonwoo that shattered her previous notions of who—or what—he was. She had thought him nothing more than a demon, a creature of the storm who had stolen her away from her world. Yet, as the days passed in the strange, elegant house, she realized there was much more to him than his dark, monstrous side.

It was late one night when she first saw it. Restless and unable to sleep, she tiptoed through the shadowed halls, making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she reached the main room, she froze. There, on the grand couch that seemed far too small for his tall frame, lay Wonwoo—sleeping.

The sight of him so vulnerable and quiet caught her off guard. His usual intensity had melted away in his sleep, leaving behind something almost… peaceful. His face, relaxed in the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the large windows, was handsome in a way that felt almost human. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, feeling an odd warmth in her chest as she watched him. For a moment, it was easy to forget that this man had taken her, that he was supposed to be a monster.

But then, as if sensing her gaze, he stirred. His dark eyes opened slowly, and for a moment, they locked onto hers. She expected him to growl or show irritation at being watched, but instead, his gaze softened.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was low, and gentle, almost making her feel at ease.

She nodded, her throat tight with nervousness, and then quickly disappeared into the kitchen, her heart racing for reasons she couldn’t explain.

The next morning, the smell of something cooking lured her out of bed. She cautiously wandered into the kitchen and found him there, standing at the stove. The scene before her felt surreal. Wonwoo—the dark, brooding figure who had come with the storm—was cooking breakfast. His sleeves were rolled up, and he moved with a quiet grace that made the sight oddly intimate.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced over his shoulder and offered her a small smile, one she hadn’t expected to see. “I don’t mind,” he replied, flipping a pancake with a kind of casual ease. “You need to eat.”

She watched him for a long moment, conflicted. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be caring, gentle. He was supposed to be terrifying, cold. Yet here he was, making her breakfast as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Over the next few days, similar moments kept happening. Little instances chipped away at the fear she had been holding onto. She found herself watching him more closely, studying him as if searching for some hidden truth she had missed. She saw the way he moved through the house with ease, how his dark eyes softened whenever they spoke. It was in the small things—the way he handed her a cup of tea, the way he gave her space yet seemed to always be near if she needed him.

It wasn’t until one afternoon, while they sat in the library, that she finally asked the question that had been on her mind for days. “What’s your name?”

Wonwoo, who had been flipping through an old, leather-bound book, looked up at her, surprised by the question. He hadn’t expected her to ask. His lips twitched into a faint smile, something almost shy in the way he looked at her then.

“Wonwoo,” he answered softly. “My name is Wonwoo.”

(Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat at the way he said it. The name felt both strange and familiar on her tongue when she repeated it, as if somehow, it fit him perfectly despite everything she had assumed about him.

When he smiled at her for the first time—really smiled—it was like the final crack in her resolve. His face, usually so serious and intense, transformed into something so gentle, so heartbreakingly human, that she found it difficult to reconcile this man with the demon she knew he was.

In those quiet moments, it became so easy to forget who he truly was. His handsome face, his calm demeanor, the way he spoke to her with such care—it all blurred the line between the man and the monster. She found herself feeling drawn to him, not just because of his looks, but because of how he made her feel… safe, in a way she hadn’t expected. It was terrifying, confusing, and yet undeniable.

But every time she let herself sink into those moments, something would snap her back to reality. A flicker in his gaze, a shadow in his voice—a reminder that beneath the tenderness was something darker, something she could never fully understand.

Wonwoo was still a monster. He had taken her, claimed her, and even though he treated her kindly now, she couldn’t forget that. He was dangerous, capable of things she could only imagine. Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to him than just the darkness.

Maybe—just maybe—the man and the monster weren’t so different after all.

As two weeks passed since her abduction, (Y/n) found herself in a strange new rhythm—one that felt oddly normal despite the circumstances. Wonwoo had kept his promise; he never hurt her. Instead, he had been attentive and kind, always making sure she had everything she needed. The fear she had first felt around him had slowly been replaced by an unexpected sense of comfort. She didn’t know when it had happened, but she had grown close to the demon who now shared her life.

There was something calming about being with him. His presence, though intense, was no longer as terrifying as it once had been. He had moments when the darkness in his gaze would flicker, revealing the beast that lurked beneath the surface, but it never frightened her the way it used to. That inner monster, the part of him that had once thirsted for her soul, now seemed to be content—happy, even—to have her near. Though it sometimes longed for more, to close the distance between them, it remained patient.

They had dinner together most evenings, a strange ritual that had become something she looked forward to. They talked—about books, music, the world outside his mysterious mansion. Wonwoo was always curious about her life, about what she used to do before she came here, but he never pressed too hard. There was a balance between them now, a quiet understanding.

But tonight, as they sat together at the grand dining table, something was different. Wonwoo seemed… nervous. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a tension in his movements that (Y/n) couldn’t quite place. She watched as he picked at his food, his eyes flicking up to meet hers and then quickly looking away. It was strange—unnatural, even. Why would a demon be nervous?

She set her fork down and leaned forward slightly, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Is something wrong?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his face.

Wonwoo glanced at her again, this time holding her gaze a little longer. There was something vulnerable in his expression, something almost human that she wasn’t used to seeing. He opened his mouth to speak but then hesitated, his jaw tightening as though he was struggling with what he wanted to say.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of anticipation, like something important was about to happen.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Wonwoo took a deep breath and set his own utensils down. He clasped his hands together, his fingers lacing tightly as he looked up at her with an intensity she hadn’t seen before.

“There’s… an event,” he began slowly, his voice quieter than usual. “One of my friends is hosting it. It’s—well, it’s a bit formal. A gathering of sorts.” He paused, glancing away as if unsure of how to continue.

(Y/n) tilted her head, still confused but intrigued. “And?”

Wonwoo cleared his throat, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. “I’d like you to come with me. As my date.”

The words hung in the air between them, and (Y/n) blinked, trying to process what he had just said. For a moment, she thought she might have misheard him, but the look on his face told her she hadn’t. Wonwoo—this ancient, mysterious demon—was asking her to be his date.

She stared at him, not sure how to respond. “You… want me to go with you?”

Wonwoo nodded, his expression still tense, as though he was bracing himself for her reaction. “I do. But only if you’re comfortable with it,” he added quickly, his voice softening. “I won’t force you, of course.”

(Y/n) didn’t know what to say. The idea of attending some formal event with a group of demons—or whatever Wonwoo’s friends were—felt surreal, like something out of a twisted fairy tale. Yet there was something almost endearing about the way he had asked her like he was genuinely nervous that she might refuse.

It was so strange—so completely unlike anything she had expected from him—that she found herself smiling before she could stop it. “Wonwoo,” she said, her voice gentle, “why are you so nervous about this?”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by her question. His dark eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she saw the raw honesty in his gaze. “Because I care what you think,” he admitted softly, the vulnerability in his voice startling her. “I don’t want you to feel trapped here, or like you don’t have a choice. I… like having you here, with me. But I want you to be happy, too.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. There was an unfamiliar warmth in her chest, something that made it harder to remember that Wonwoo wasn’t human. He was a demon, and yet… in moments like this, he felt so much more than that. He had been kind, gentle, even thoughtful—qualities she never would have imagined in the creature that had taken her.

After a long pause, she gave him a small, tentative smile. “I’ll go with you,” she said softly, her decision surprising even herself.

Wonwoo’s eyes lit up, a subtle but genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He nodded, seeming relieved, though he tried to hide it. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with gratitude.

For the rest of the evening, there was a sense of ease between them that hadn’t been there before. Wonwoo was still a demon, still someone she couldn’t entirely understand, but in that moment, as they sat together at the dinner table, he felt like something more. Something closer.

And for the first time since that stormy night when he had taken her, (Y/n) found herself wondering if perhaps there was more to this demon than she had ever imagined.

The day of the event arrived with a sense of electric anticipation buzzing in the air. (Y/n) woke to the sound of a gentle knock on her door, the soft rapping breaking through her dreams like a distant thunder. Groggy but curious, she mumbled a quiet, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Wonwoo stepped inside, radiating a casual confidence that made her heart race. He wore soft pajama pants that hung low on his hips, leaving his chest bare. The sight of him sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, and her eyes instinctively traveled over his sculpted form. She couldn’t deny that he was striking—his physique both intimidating and undeniably attractive.

Caught in the moment, she didn’t realize she was staring until she heard him chuckle softly. The sound sent a thrill through her, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling the heat rise in her face.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his lips. “I’m all yours, you know. Feel free to stare as much as you want.”

His playful tone only deepened her blush, but there was a warmth in his expression that eased the embarrassment. The lightness in the air felt infectious, making her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t expected.

“Um, I—” she stammered, trying to collect her thoughts, but she could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.

Wonwoo’s grin widened, and he stepped further into the room, holding a beautifully wrapped dress in his hands. The fabric shimmered softly, a deep shade of midnight blue that seemed to catch the light in a way that made it look ethereal. He approached her with a graceful elegance that seemed natural to him, despite the casual attire.

“I brought you something to wear,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I thought this would suit you perfectly for the event.”

Her eyes widened as she took the dress from him, her fingers brushing against the silky material. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, glancing up at him in surprise.

Wonwoo nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. “I wanted you to feel special tonight,” he said, his tone sincere. “Let me know if you need anything else. I want you to be comfortable.”

There was something in his voice that made her heart swell—something genuine that made her realize he wanted this evening to be special for her, just as much as it was for him. The moment felt tender and intimate, and (Y/n) found herself smiling at him, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.

“Thank you,” she said softly, holding the dress against her chest. “I really appreciate it.”

He returned her smile, and for a moment, the air between them felt charged with a kind of electricity that left her breathless. “You’ll look stunning in it,” he assured her. “I can’t wait to see you.”

With that, he stepped back, giving her the space to prepare for the evening ahead. As he turned to leave, he paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder. “Remember, if you need help or anything else, just call for me.”

(Y/n) nodded, her heart racing as she watched him leave. The door closed softly behind him, and she took a deep breath, letting the reality of the evening wash over her.

She moved to the mirror, holding the dress up against herself. It flowed like water, shimmering with a life of its own, and she could almost picture how it would look when she wore it. Excitement fluttered in her chest as she imagined the event—her first real outing since being taken, and she was going as Wonwoo’s date.

After a few moments of preparation, she carefully slipped into the dress, feeling the cool fabric hug her body. As she looked at her reflection, she couldn’t help but smile. The dress made her feel elegant, almost regal, and she could hardly believe how special it felt to wear something so beautiful.

Just as she was finishing up, she heard a soft knock at her door again. “Are you ready?” Wonwoo’s voice called, a hint of eagerness lacing his tone.

Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing Wonwoo once more. His expression shifted from anticipation to awe as his gaze traveled over her.

“Wow,” he breathed, a genuine smile breaking across his face. “You look incredible.”

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heat again under his gaze, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, a teasing tone slipping into her voice.

Wonwoo chuckled, the sound warm and rich. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, holding out his arm in a gesture of invitation.

With a flutter of excitement in her chest, she slipped her arm through his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Together, they walked toward the door, the promise of the evening ahead hanging tantalizingly in the air.

As they stepped out into the night, (Y/n) felt a sense of adventure coursing through her veins. Whatever awaited them at the event, she was ready to face it—especially with Wonwoo by her side.

As they arrived at the event, (Y/n)’s heart raced in her chest, a mixture of excitement and anxiety swirling within her. The grand venue was filled with an otherworldly ambiance, the air crackling with energy and shadows that seemed to dance around her. The lavish decorations, with deep crimson drapes and flickering candlelight, felt both enchanting and intimidating. But as she stepped into the sea of demons—hundreds of them, all elegantly dressed and conversing in low, throaty tones—her nervousness intensified.

Wonwoo’s grip on her arm was reassuring, a steady presence beside her that made the chaos feel a little more manageable. “Just remember,” he said softly, leaning closer so only she could hear. “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

His voice was like a balm to her frayed nerves, and she nodded, trying to absorb his words. She kept her eyes on him, finding comfort in his presence, even as the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by so many creatures of darkness made her skin prickle.

They mingled for a while, Wonwoo introducing her to various guests. Each time he spoke, his confidence shone through, and she found herself drawn to him, captivated by his charisma. But no matter how charming the other demons were, they never looked at her the way he did. She felt special in his gaze, like a treasure he had claimed.

After a few hours, Wonwoo glanced at her and smiled, “I’ll be right back. Just a moment.”

He walked away, leaving her standing among the swirling crowd. (Y/n) felt a pang of anxiety wash over her as she realized how alone she was. The demons around her continued their conversations, some laughing, others exchanging dark glances, but none seemed to notice her—except for one.

A tall demon approached her, his eyes glinting with mischief and hunger. His features were sharp, his smile predatory, and (Y/n) instinctively took a step back, a sense of unease creeping in. She forced herself to hold her ground, remembering Wonwoo’s words of reassurance. But as he closed the distance, she felt trapped.

“Enjoying the party, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice smooth but dripping with an unsettling charm.

(Y/n) tried to keep her composure, but she could feel her heart pounding. “I’m fine, thank you,” she managed to say, her voice steadier than she felt.

His gaze roamed over her, and she shifted uncomfortably, wishing for Wonwoo to return. The air felt charged with tension, and the demon’s presence was suffocating. She forced a smile, hoping to ward off any unwanted attention, but he only leaned closer, his eyes narrowing.

“Is someone like you really here with someone like him?” he mused, his tone condescending. “You’re far too precious to be stuck with a monster like that.”

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a familiar voice broke through the haze of discomfort.

“Get away from her.”

Wonwoo’s voice was low and threatening, slicing through the chatter of the event like a blade. (Y/n) turned to see him standing there, his posture tense, eyes blazing with a protective fury that sent a shiver down her spine. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched as he stared down the other demon.

The taller demon raised an eyebrow, amusement playing on his lips as he looked between (Y/n) and Wonwoo. “Oh, look who it is,” he sneered, his demeanor shifting from flirtatious to dismissive. “I didn’t realize she was your plaything.”

In that instant, a primal instinct surged within Wonwoo. Jealousy and possessiveness mixed together, igniting a fire in his chest. He stepped closer, the space between them charged with a palpable intensity. “You have no idea what you’re messing with,” Wonwoo growled, his voice low and dangerous, causing a ripple of silence to pass over the crowd around them.

(Y/n) felt a thrill run through her, not from fear but from the intensity of Wonwoo’s emotion. He was fierce, and she could see that he would do anything to protect her.

“Maybe you should take your eyes off what doesn’t belong to you,” Wonwoo continued, his tone lethal as he glared at the other demon, who now looked less amused and more wary.

The other demon raised his hands in mock surrender, but there was a glint of anger in his eyes. “Relax, I was just having a bit of fun,” he said, trying to play it cool, but the tension in the air was unmistakable.

Wonwoo stepped even closer, radiating an aura of danger that made the other demon reconsider. “You don’t touch what’s mine,” he hissed, the possessive edge in his voice leaving no room for interpretation.

The other demon hesitated, weighing his options, and finally took a step back, clearly unnerved by the intensity of Wonwoo’s reaction. “Whatever, man. I wasn’t interested in her anyway,” he muttered, before turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd.

As soon as the threat was gone, Wonwoo turned to (Y/n), his expression softening almost instantly. He reached for her, his hand gently cupping her face as he searched her eyes for reassurance. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m fine,” she replied, though her voice trembled slightly. “I didn’t think he would—”

“He had no right to approach you,” Wonwoo interrupted, his eyes darkening. “I should have stayed with you. I won’t let anyone treat you that way.”

(Y/n) felt a rush of warmth at his protectiveness, and she couldn’t help but smile despite the lingering tension. “You were just getting refreshments,” she said, trying to ease his worry. “I didn’t think anything of it.”

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “You shouldn’t have to worry about those things. You’re my date tonight, and I want you to feel safe.”

His sincerity melted her heart, and she stepped closer, the distance between them feeling electric. “I do feel safe with you, Wonwoo,” she assured him, her voice firm. “I just didn’t expect that kind of attention.”

A small smile crept onto his lips, but the tension didn’t completely dissipate. “Let’s just stay close from now on,” he said, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together. “I don’t want to risk anyone else trying to approach you.”

As they walked deeper into the event, (Y/n) felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with adrenaline. Wonwoo’s possessiveness both thrilled and comforted her. Despite the earlier encounter, she felt a sense of belonging beside him, a connection that went beyond the confines of their unusual circumstances.

With his hand in hers, she felt ready to face whatever the night had in store.

A little while later, (Y/n) felt the pressure building in her bladder. She glanced up at Wonwoo, who was still talking with a few other guests, and decided to excuse herself. “Hey, I need to use the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?”

“Of course,” he replied, immediately attentive. He gestured toward a hallway off to the side, illuminated with soft, flickering candlelight. “It’s just down this way. I’ll wait here for you, okay?”

She nodded, grateful for his protective nature. As she walked away, she could feel the heat of his gaze on her back, which made her smile.

Once she stepped into the restroom, (Y/n) took a moment to breathe, letting the solitude of the room wash over her. She splashed some water on her face, trying to steady her nerves before stepping back out into the chaotic ambiance of the event.

Meanwhile, outside, Wonwoo was engaged in conversation with his friend Jeonghan, who was the host of the gathering. Jeonghan was charming and animated, making it easy for Wonwoo to get lost in their discussion. They laughed and exchanged stories, completely unaware that another figure lurked in the shadows, watching.

The same demon from earlier had returned, his eyes fixed on (Y/n) as she made her way back toward Wonwoo. A dark, possessive glint shone in his gaze as he stepped into her path, blocking her from reaching the safety of Wonwoo.

“Didn’t expect to see you again so soon, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice dripping with a predatory charm that made her skin crawl. “I think it’s time we had a little chat.”

(Y/n) felt her heart race as she took a step back, instinctively searching for Wonwoo. “I’m fine, thank you,” she said, trying to sound firm.

But the demon advanced, leaning in closer, a twisted smile on his lips. “Oh, come on. Wonwoo isn’t here to protect you now, is he?”

At that moment, Wonwoo caught sight of the confrontation. A dark shadow loomed over (Y/n), and his heart dropped as he saw the other demon invade her space, his face twisted in a sinister grin. A wave of anger surged through him, raw and unyielding, blinding him to everything else.

“Y/n!” he shouted, cutting through the murmur of conversations and laughter around him. His voice was a low growl, filled with fury.

The moment (Y/n) heard his voice, she felt a mix of relief and fear. She turned, her eyes wide as she saw the rage radiating from Wonwoo. She had never seen him like this before, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Get away from her!” Wonwoo roared, his tone dangerously calm, but the rage in his eyes was unmistakable. He strode toward her, power emanating from him in waves.

The other demon scoffed, seemingly unfazed. “What are you going to do about it, monster?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Wonwoo’s fury reached a boiling point. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, standing protectively in front of (Y/n). “You think you can mark what belongs to me?” he hissed, his voice low and menacing.

The demon laughed, but it was a nervous sound now, one that faltered under the weight of Wonwoo’s intense gaze. “Come on, it’s just a bit of fun,” he attempted to brush off, but the underlying fear was evident.

Without warning, Wonwoo lunged, seizing the other demon by the collar and slamming him against the wall with a force that sent a shockwave through the crowd. Gasps echoed around them, and eyes turned, startled at the sudden eruption of violence.

“Touch her again,” Wonwoo growled, his voice low and dangerously smooth, “and I’ll make sure you regret it. I don’t care who you think you are.” The heat radiating off him was palpable, and the aura of danger surrounding him was enough to make the other demon’s bravado crumble.

The demon squirmed, panic flooding his features as he realized the depth of his mistake. “I was just—”

“Just what?” Wonwoo interrupted, his grip tightening. “Trying to claim something that isn’t yours? You’ve made a grave error.”

With a swift motion, Wonwoo threw the demon away from him, and the other creature stumbled back, his confidence shattered. “Get out,” Wonwoo commanded, his voice echoing through the space, a warning that left no room for argument.

The demon hesitated, eyeing Wonwoo with a mixture of fear and disdain. “You think you can just—”

Wonwoo stepped forward again, his eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness that sent a clear message. “Leave. Now. Or I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of here alive.”

The threat hung in the air, heavy and charged. The crowd had fallen silent, all eyes on the two demons, and (Y/n) stood behind Wonwoo, her heart racing, filled with both fear and admiration.

Finally, the other demon’s bravado shattered completely. He sneered, though it was less confident now. “Fine. This isn’t over.” With that, he turned and slipped into the crowd, the shadows swallowing him whole.

As the tension began to dissipate, Wonwoo turned around, his eyes softening as he focused on (Y/n). He stepped back, immediately closing the distance between them, his expression shifting from anger to concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, searching her face for any sign of distress. His voice was gentler now, but the intensity still simmered beneath the surface.

“I… I’m fine,” she said, her heart still racing but feeling safe again as she looked into his eyes. “Thank you for protecting me.”

His gaze softened further, and he pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a possessive yet comforting embrace. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he vowed softly, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re safe with me.”

(Y/n) felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as she melted into his side. In the chaotic world of demons, Wonwoo was her protector, and in that moment, she knew she would always choose to stand by his side, no matter the dangers that lurked around them.

After everything that had transpired, (Y/n) felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. The event had been overwhelming, and the memory of the other demon’s unsettling approach lingered in her mind like a shadow. She took a deep breath and turned to Wonwoo, her voice quiet but steady. “Can we go home?”

The word “home” slipped from her lips with an unexpected warmth, and a smile broke across Wonwoo’s face. “Home?” he echoed, his eyes lighting up. “You really mean that?”

She nodded, feeling a sense of relief at his reaction. The thought of returning to the safety of his space felt comforting, especially after the chaos of the night. “Yes, home.”

“Let’s go,” he replied, his joy infectious. He took her hand, and together they left the event behind, the night air wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

Once they arrived at his house, (Y/n) made a beeline for the bathroom. She needed to wash away the remnants of the evening—the tension, the unease, and the memory of the demon who had dared to invade her space. The warm water enveloped her, and she let it wash over her, calming her frayed nerves. After a long shower, she emerged feeling refreshed and renewed, the steam clinging to her skin as she wrapped herself in a towel.

Stepping into the living room, she caught sight of Wonwoo sprawled out on the couch again, but this time he was shirtless. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes roamed over his body, now adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to come alive under the dim light of the room. They danced across his arms and peeked out from beneath the waistband of his pants, each marking telling a story of its own.

He looked up as she entered, and a teasing smile spread across his lips. “Enjoying the view?” he quipped, his voice playful, sending a rush of warmth to her cheeks.

Caught off guard, (Y/n) felt her face heat up, her heart racing as she realized she had been staring. “Uh—uhm…” she stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shyness. “I—uh—”

Before she could finish her sentence, she turned on her heel and hurried back to her room, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Wonwoo called after her, his laughter following her down the hall.

She rushed into her room, shutting the door behind her with a soft thud, leaning against it to catch her breath. The realization of what had just happened hit her all at once, and she buried her face in her hands, feeling utterly flustered.

But after a moment, she couldn’t help but smile, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she thought of Wonwoo’s teasing. He was undeniably attractive, and despite everything that had happened, there was something intoxicating about the way he carried himself. Her heart fluttered with excitement and a hint of something more, something that began to blossom in the corners of her mind.

A gentle knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. “(Y/n)?” Wonwoo’s voice came through, soft and slightly concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” she called back, her voice slightly muffled. “Just… taking a moment.”

“Can I come in?” he asked, and her heart raced at the thought of him entering her space.

“Um… sure,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

Wonwoo opened the door slowly, stepping inside with a warm smile. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest, the tattoos on his arms catching the light. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said, his tone light but his eyes serious. “I just… like seeing you blush.”

She rolled her eyes, a grin breaking through her embarrassment. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m just being honest,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. “You should embrace it. It suits you.”

Feeling bold, (Y/n) took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. “You really think so?”

“Definitely,” he said, his voice low, an intensity radiating from him that made her breath hitch. “But I think you’d look even better in my clothes.”

Her cheeks flushed again at the thought, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “You really have a way of making a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“Only the special ones,” he replied, stepping forward. “Now, come here.”

He opened his arms, inviting her into his embrace, and she couldn’t resist. She stepped into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her. He held her close, his fingers gently brushing her hair back, and for a moment, all her worries melted away.

In that embrace, she felt safe and cherished, and as they stood together, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her heart was beginning to open to this monster who had turned her world upside down.

As (Y/n) pulled away from the embrace, she couldn’t help but notice the intricate designs of Wonwoo’s tattoos more closely. They seemed to shimmer in the low light of the room, swirling and twisting with an ethereal beauty that captivated her. She tilted her head, curiosity bubbling within her. “What’s with the tattoos?”

Wonwoo glanced down at his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Oh, those,” he said, his tone lightening. “They appear whenever I use my shadow powers. They’re like a mark of my magic.”

“Really?” she replied, intrigued. “They look amazing. But why do they look different now?”

He shrugged slightly, his expression shifting to something more serious. “This time, I was really intense. I was so focused on protecting you that I didn’t even notice them manifesting. They’ll stay for a day or two, depending on how much energy I used.”

“That’s incredible,” (Y/n) said, her eyes wide with admiration. “So, every time you use your powers, they just… appear?”

“Pretty much,” he confirmed, his gaze meeting hers. “They’re a reminder of what I am. But they don’t define me. I’m still the same Wonwoo.”

There was a softness in his voice, and (Y/n) felt a wave of affection for him. “I like them,” she admitted. “They’re unique, just like you.”

A faint blush crept across his cheeks at her compliment, and for a moment, the room fell into a comfortable silence, filled only by the sound of their breathing.

Feeling emboldened by their closeness, (Y/n) decided to ask about something that had been on her mind. “Why do you always sleep on the couch?”

Wonwoo’s expression shifted, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. “I thought you’d want your space,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “You’re using my bed, and I didn’t want to pressure you into staying in the same room. I figured it would be better if I let you have your own space to feel comfortable.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you,” she replied, touched by his consideration. “But… I’d like you to sleep in your bed with me. I don’t mind sharing.”

His eyes widened, and she could see a flicker of hope in his gaze. “Really? You wouldn’t feel uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all,” she assured him, feeling her heart race at the thought of spending the night beside him. “I feel safe with you, Wonwoo. And I’d like to be closer.”

A smile broke across his face, genuine and bright, and she felt her own heart flutter in response. “Okay, then,” he said softly. “If that’s what you want, I’ll sleep in my bed with you from now on.”

With that, they settled on the bed together, the atmosphere shifting to something warmer and more intimate. As they sat side by side, (Y/n) leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. The quiet comfort enveloped them, and for the first time since she had moved into his home, she felt like she belonged.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” Wonwoo murmured, his voice low and earnest. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

She looked up at him, her heart swelling with emotion. “I could say the same about you. You’ve made me feel safe in a world that felt so dark and scary.”

He turned to her, a soft expression crossing his features. “You’re not alone anymore, (Y/n). You have me, and I’ll always protect you.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and she felt a deep connection forming between them—a bond that felt almost unbreakable. At that moment, she knew she had found something extraordinary in the most unexpected place.

As they sat together, the shadows of the night faded away, leaving only the two of them and the promise of what lay ahead.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle patterns across the room as (Y/n) slowly stirred awake. She blinked, disoriented, and took a moment to collect her thoughts. Then she felt it: the warmth radiating from the body beside her, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat echoing in her ear.

Suddenly, it all rushed back—she had invited Wonwoo to sleep in the bed with her! Panic surged through her, and her eyes shot wide open. As she registered the scene, her head nestled against his exposed chest, she jerked upright, her heart racing.

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed, scrambling to put some distance between them. “What am I doing?!”

Wonwoo bolted upright, his eyes wide with alarm. “What?!” he said, immediately on high alert. The shadows in the room shifted, swirling ominously as he instinctively called upon his powers. Dark tendrils swept across the floor and the walls, creating a fortress of shadow around them as if preparing for an intruder.

“What’s happening?!” (Y/n) shouted, her voice edged with panic as she looked around, bewildered by the sudden darkness. She hadn’t meant to alarm him!

As his eyes adjusted to the situation, Wonwoo’s expression changed from one of alarm to confusion, and then to amusement. The shadows melted away, dissipating like mist in the sunlight, leaving the room in its serene morning glow.

“Wait a second,” he said, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Did I scare you?”

“I… I thought someone broke in!” she stammered, feeling embarrassment wash over her like a wave. Her face felt hot, the color rising to her cheeks as she recalled her own wild reaction.

Wonwoo chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “And yet, here I am,” he replied, mockingly serious, gesturing to himself as if he were a prized trophy. “Your personal guardian, ready to protect you.”

Her eyes darted down to where his muscled chest was still bare, and she quickly turned her gaze away, trying to suppress the flush creeping onto her face. “I didn’t mean to alarm you! I just… forgot you were here.”

“You mean you forgot how comfortable it is to wake up next to me?” he teased, clearly enjoying her flustered state. He leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Stop it!” (Y/n) groaned, burying her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing!”

He laughed, the sound warm and inviting. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

She peeked through her fingers at him, her heart racing at his compliment despite the embarrassment. “You’re insufferable,” she mumbled, though a smile tugged at her lips.

With a playful grin, Wonwoo leaned closer, lowering his voice. “But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) finally lowered her hands and met his gaze. “Okay, maybe not… entirely.”

“See?” he said, his tone light. “Admit it, you’re warming up to the whole ‘living with a demon’ thing.”

Her laughter echoed in the room, a mix of nervousness and relief. “Maybe I am,” she confessed, and for a moment, the lingering tension from earlier faded away.

They shared a comfortable silence, the morning sun streaming in and filling the room with warmth. As (Y/n) looked at Wonwoo, she felt a swell of affection for him, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unusual bond they were forming.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” she asked, eager to shift the conversation.

“Well,” he replied, leaning back with a thoughtful expression. “I was thinking we could go out for breakfast. You know, show you off to the world a bit.”

“Show me off?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course! You’re my guest, after all. Plus, I want to give you a proper day out,” he said with a wink.

Her heart fluttered at the thought. “That sounds nice,” she agreed, smiling.

“Great! Let me get dressed, and we can head out,” he said, sliding off the bed, still unapologetically shirtless. (Y/n) tried to ignore the way her heart raced at the sight, focusing instead on the fact that they were about to spend a day together outside, just the two of them.

As Wonwoo began to rummage through his clothes, she couldn’t help but feel excited about what lay ahead. There was still an air of uncertainty surrounding their situation, but being with him made it all feel a little less daunting.

As they settled at a cozy café, sunlight streaming through the windows and casting warm rays across their table, (Y/n) took a sip of her coffee, savoring the rich flavor. The aroma of freshly baked pastries and sizzling eggs filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere that eased her nerves. She glanced at Wonwoo, who was intently watching her, his expression serious and contemplative.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had enveloped them. “I need to ask you something.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she put her cup down, focusing on him. “What is it?”

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were wrestling with his thoughts. “Do you resent me for… you know, taking you from your world?”

The question hit her like a wave, catching her off guard. (Y/n) opened her mouth to respond but paused, searching for the right words. Memories of her life before flooded her mind—the mundane routines, the stress of college, and the constant feeling of being lost. But intertwined with those memories were the vibrant moments she had shared with Wonwoo.

“I… it’s complicated,” she finally said, her voice soft. “At first, I felt terrified and lost. I thought you were just a monster, and I didn’t understand what was happening to me.”

His expression darkened at her words, and she quickly continued, “But now, I see things differently. You’ve shown me kindness and safety in a way I never expected. I can’t say I don’t miss my old life, but I also can’t deny that I’ve felt… happy here with you.”

Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, relief washing over his features. “So you don’t resent me?” he asked, almost hesitantly.

“No,” she assured him, her eyes meeting his. “I don’t. I actually appreciate what you’ve done for me, even if it’s not the most conventional situation.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and the tension in his shoulders eased. “I promised myself that if you ever resented me, I would let you go back,” he confessed, his voice steady. “I never wanted to force you into anything. If you want to leave, I’ll find a way to undo everything.”

Her heart ached at his words, and she reached across the table, her hand finding his. “Wonwoo, please don’t think like that. I don’t want to leave,” she said firmly, her grip tightening around his. “You’ve become a part of my life now. I can’t just walk away from that.”

He looked down at their intertwined fingers, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. “I just… I want to make sure you’re happy. That’s all I care about.”

“I am happy,” (Y/n) promised, her voice steady. “I feel more alive here than I ever did back in my world. I’ve experienced things I never thought possible, and it’s all because of you.”

He met her gaze, his dark eyes searching hers for sincerity. “You mean that?”

“Yes,” she replied, her heart racing as she spoke the truth. “I really do.”

A smile broke across Wonwoo’s face, brightening his features and melting away any lingering worry. “Okay, then,” he said, his tone lightening. “Let’s keep making memories together, then.”

With a newfound sense of comfort, they returned to their breakfast, the warmth of their conversation wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. As they laughed and talked about the little things, (Y/n) felt an undeniable bond forming between them—a connection that transcended the boundaries of their worlds.

In that moment, surrounded by the bustling café and the clinking of dishes, she knew she had found something special in Wonwoo, a rare understanding that could bridge even the deepest chasms of fear and uncertainty.

After their breakfast, (Y/n) and Wonwoo returned home, the comforting familiarity of his house enveloping them. The air was filled with the scent of coffee lingering in her memory, and she felt a warmth blossoming in her chest. They settled onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions, a peaceful aura surrounding them.

“So, tell me about your life before all this,” Wonwoo prompted, his tone casual yet filled with genuine curiosity.

She hesitated for a moment, reflecting on her past. “Well, I had a pretty normal childhood,” she began, her gaze drifting as she recalled those days. “I grew up in a small town, and it was nice—lots of open spaces and friendly neighbors. I guess I was always the adventurous type, though. I loved exploring the woods near my house.”

A small smile crossed Wonwoo’s face, intrigued by her memories. “That sounds lovely. Did you have any friends to explore with?”

“Yeah, a few,” (Y/n) continued, her smile growing wider. “But I always felt like I was meant for something more, you know? So when it came time for college, I took a big risk and moved here, away from everything familiar.”

“Was it scary?” he asked, his expression earnest.

“Absolutely,” she admitted. “I was so nervous. I didn’t know anyone, and everything felt so overwhelming at first. But I thought it was a chance to start fresh, to discover who I really was.”

Wonwoo nodded, clearly captivated by her story. “And what did you discover?”

She paused, considering her answer. “I discovered that I’m stronger than I thought. That I can adapt, even when things are tough. But I also discovered loneliness. It was hard being away from home.”

He listened intently, the shadows of his past fading as he focused on her words. “I can’t imagine how difficult that must have been,” he said softly. “But it seems like you’re finding your way now.”

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied, her heart swelling at his support. “And then… well, I never expected to end up here, with you.”

Wonwoo smiled, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “Neither did I, to be honest.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, (Y/n) shifted the conversation, her curiosity piqued. “You mentioned hunting when you found me. What exactly does that entail?”

He leaned back, a shadow of seriousness crossing his face. “It’s a ritual we demons perform to find souls. We use our abilities to seek out those who are vulnerable or lost, drawing them in like moths to a flame. It’s how I found you.”

Her heart raced as she considered the implications of his words. “And you had to do that… to take me?”

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I didn’t expect to feel what I felt when I found you. You were different. You’re not just a soul to me.”

“I can’t believe it,” she murmured, feeling a mixture of emotions swirl inside her. “It sounds so intense, so… dark.”

“It is,” he acknowledged, his expression earnest. “But it’s a part of what I am. I’ve learned to manage it, to focus my energy on things that matter. Like you.”

( Y/n) felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “What about this house?” she asked, changing the subject. “How did you end up living in such luxury?”

Wonwoo chuckled, a lightness returning to his demeanor. “Well, if you’re immortal, you tend to save up a lot of money over the centuries,” he explained, his tone playful. “I figured, why not spend it on someone like you? You deserve a place that feels special.”

Her heart fluttered at his sentiment, and she couldn’t help but smile. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

He shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. “Just trying to keep up with my reputation.”

They shared a laugh, the air thick with unspoken connection and budding affection. As they talked, (Y/n) felt a sense of comfort enveloping her, the shadows of her past fading away as she focused on the warmth of the present.

“So, tell me more about your life,” he prompted, leaning closer, his gaze inviting.

And as the hours slipped by, they exchanged stories and laughter, weaving a tapestry of memories that blended their worlds together. For the first time in a long time, (Y/n) felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, the life she had left behind was only a stepping stone to something far greater.

As they continued their light-hearted conversation, a flicker of curiosity ignited within Wonwoo, mingling with an undercurrent of apprehension. He hesitated before asking, “So, have you ever dated anyone?”

(Y/n) paused, a hint of surprise crossing her face. “I mean, I’ve gone on a few dates here and there,” she admitted, her tone casual. “But nothing serious. Just some fun outings, you know? I never really found anyone I connected with enough to call it a relationship.”

Wonwoo felt a jolt of possessiveness course through him at the thought of someone else taking her out, even if only briefly. He struggled to keep his expression neutral, trying not to let his inner monster show. The thought of her sharing those moments with anyone else stirred something primal within him.

“Really?” he asked, trying to sound casual despite the surge of emotion brewing inside. “So, no one ever captured your heart?”

(Y/n) shook her head, her expression thoughtful. “Not in a real way. I guess I’ve always been focused on my studies, and the people I dated just never felt right. They were more like distractions than anything else.”

A wave of relief washed over him at her words, mingling with a surge of satisfaction. He could be her first and last real relationship, the one who would truly understand her.

“Good,” he said, his voice firmer than intended. “I mean, not that it’s bad to date, but… I’m glad you didn’t get too attached to anyone else.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

He leaned forward, a seriousness settling over him. “Because I want to be your first, and I want to be your last. I don’t want anyone else to have that chance.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words sank in, her heart racing. “Wonwoo, you—”

“I know it sounds possessive,” he cut in, his voice low and earnest. “But I’ve been alive for centuries, and I can tell when something is worth holding on to. You’re worth it.”

A warmth spread through (Y/n) at his confession, filling her with a sense of hope and comfort. “You really mean that?” she asked softly, her eyes locking onto his.

“More than anything,” he replied, his gaze intense. “You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met. I want to build something real with you, something that lasts.”

Her heart swelled at the sincerity in his voice. “I want that too, Wonwoo,” she admitted, feeling the gravity of the moment. “I never expected to feel this way about you, but it’s like you’ve awakened something in me. I don’t want to let that go.”

He reached across the couch, taking her hand in his, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. “Then let’s promise to keep this between us. No distractions, just us.”

(Y/n) nodded, a smile breaking across her face. “I promise.”

And as they sat there, hands clasped together, an unspoken agreement formed between them—a promise of a future entwined, filled with the potential for something beautiful and lasting. The world outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of them and the bond that was beginning to flourish in the space between their hearts.

After finishing her shower, (Y/n) realized, with a sudden jolt of embarrassment, that she had forgotten to bring fresh clothes into the bathroom. The warm water had washed away the lingering tension of the day, but now she stood in the bathroom, feeling the cool air against her skin and the towel clutched tightly around her body.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she reluctantly opened the bathroom door, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. Her heart raced as she made her way to her room, but before she could fully process the moment, she froze in surprise. Wonwoo was there, leaning casually against the wall, his gaze locking onto hers.

Time seemed to slow as his eyes traveled down her form, lingering on the damp strands of hair that framed her face, the towel that barely covered her, and the way the light glinted off her skin. (Y/n) felt a rush of heat creep up her cheeks, excitement mingling with nervousness as she took in his intense expression.

Wonwoo’s eyes darkened, an undeniable hunger flickering within them. It was a look she had never seen before—a primal, almost possessive desire that sent shivers down her spine. She felt vulnerable yet exhilarated under his gaze, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Y/N…” he said, his voice low and thick with emotion as he pushed himself off the wall and slowly approached her. Each step he took seemed to make the air around them thicker, charged with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

He stopped just inches away, the warmth of his body radiating towards her. His hands found her waist, fingers gently grazing her skin beneath the towel, igniting a trail of heat wherever he touched. (Y/n) gasped softly at the contact, her heart racing as she looked up into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation.

But all she saw was desire.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, sending goosebumps cascading across her body. “You shouldn’t be out here like this,” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur that wrapped around her like silk. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

A thrill of excitement rushed through her, mingling with the tension building between them. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it made her skin tingle and her heart race. It was thrilling to know she could provoke such a reaction from him, and she felt a surge of confidence.

“What do I do to you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, daring him to reveal more.

Wonwoo pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes smoldering with intensity. “You make me want to lose control,” he confessed, his tone low and laced with hunger. “I want to be close to you, to touch you, to show you just how much you mean to me.”

(Y/n) swallowed hard, feeling the tension between them thicken. There was something intoxicating about the way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing that mattered in that moment. She could feel her breath quickening, an electrifying mix of fear and excitement swirling within her.

“Then show me,” she challenged, her heart racing as she leaned slightly into him, emboldened by the heat radiating off his body.

Wonwoo’s gaze darkened even further at her words, and before she knew it, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against her neck, igniting a fire that spread throughout her body. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire.

But there was something in his tone that told her he was more than willing to take that leap. And as the towel slipped slightly, leaving her feeling exposed yet exhilarated, (Y/n) knew she was standing at the edge of something beautiful and terrifying, caught in a moment that would forever change the course of their relationship.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth and desire that enveloped them, ready to explore the depths of their connection in a way she had never imagined possible.

The night had stretched on, filled with a whirlwind of passion and intimacy that (Y/n) had never experienced before. It was wild and loving, each moment charged with a raw energy that pulsed between them, igniting every nerve in her body. Every kiss, every caress seemed to echo through her, leaving her breathless and exhilarated.

As dawn began to break, casting a soft golden light across the room, (Y/n) lay nestled against Wonwoo, her head resting on his chest. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat soothed her, lulling her into a state of peaceful contentment. She felt safe in his embrace, wrapped in warmth and security.

Wonwoo smiled down at her, his fingers gently threading through her hair as he watched the sun slowly rise outside the window. The hues of orange and pink spilled into the room, illuminating the space with a soft glow that matched the warmth blossoming in his chest. He felt a sense of completeness, a joy that swelled within him as he reflected on the night they had shared.

He couldn’t help but admire the beauty of (Y/n) in this moment. The way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in the remnants of their wild night. She was utterly perfect, and for the first time in centuries, Wonwoo felt a deep sense of fulfillment.

She is mine, he thought, a content smile playing on his lips.

The memories of their passionate moments flooded his mind—every shared laugh, every heated whisper, every sweet kiss that had sealed their connection. It was as if all the loneliness he had endured through the years had melted away, leaving only the undeniable bond that now existed between them.

As the sun climbed higher, casting a golden light over their forms, (Y/n) stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to find Wonwoo watching her with an adoring expression. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her at the sight, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice still thick with sleep.

“How do you feel?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone as he remembered the wildness of their night together.

She smiled shyly, her heart racing at the memories that surged back to her. “I feel… amazing,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Last night was… unforgettable.”

Wonwoo chuckled softly, his gaze sparkling with warmth and affection. “I’m glad to hear that. You deserve nothing less.”

The tenderness in his voice made her heart flutter. She shifted slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes, feeling an undeniable connection pulling them closer. “I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way about someone,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Neither did I,” he replied, his tone sincere. “You’ve opened something inside me that I thought was long buried. I never expected to feel so deeply for anyone again.”

Their gazes locked, and in that moment, (Y/n) felt a surge of warmth and belonging. It was as if the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own little universe.

“I think we were meant to find each other,” she said softly, her heart swelling with emotion. “You’ve changed my life in ways I never could have imagined.”

Wonwoo’s expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “And you’ve changed mine, Y/N. You’re my light in the dark, and I’ll do everything to keep you safe and happy.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and (Y/n) felt her heart swell with affection. She nestled closer to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. In that moment, she knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

As the sun continued to rise, filling the room with light, they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the warmth of their connection. The world outside seemed to come alive, but in their little cocoon, time stood still, allowing them to revel in the beautiful reality they had created together.

Perhaps the way they met wasn’t the best one, but living and loving a demon, probably isn’t as bad as people make it sound.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Sephiroth isn’t normally one to believe in ghosts. So what happens when he moves into a house that happens to be haunted?

*AGSZ enter Sephiroth's new apartment carrying boxes*

Angeal: I can't believe you got Lazard to agree on letting you switch apartments.

Genesis: He's impossible. The man refuses to approve the modifications I want for my apartment.

Sephiroth: That's because your renovation plans include a giant crystal bathtub, an indoor koi pond, diamond chandeliers, a private theater, and your own butler.

Genesis: I could not be more humble if I tried.

*The sound of ripping velcro makes them look over to see Zack strapping a life vest on himself*

Angeal: What are you wearing??

Zack: It's an anti-ghost protection vest. There's salt, sage and holy water embedded into it. You know, to repel the ghosts.

Sephiroth: What ghosts?

Zack: Lazard told me this apartment is haunted! That's why it's been vacant this whole time.

Genesis: And you believed him? What are you, a child?

Angeal: Zack, ghosts aren't real.

Zack: Yes they are.

Sephiroth: No, they're not.

Zack: They are!

Angeal: They're not!

Zack: Really? Okay! Then how do you explain the fact that my mind is racing a mile a minute and I feel terrible energy surrounding me?

Sephiroth: You have ADHD and you're standing next to Genesis.

Genesis: Rude.

Sephiroth: You can take that off, Zack. I assure you, there aren't any ghosts here.

*Suddenly the lights start flickering on and off*

Zack: AH! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?

Angeal: That's just faulty electricity.

*Sephiroth shivers*

Sephiroth: Is anyone else cold?

Zack: GHOST!

Angeal: LACK OF SHIRT

Sephiroth:

*Suddenly the faucet in the kitchen sink turns on*

Zack: How do you explain that!!??

Sephiroth: I'm sure there's a logical explanation for that. Right, Genesis?

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: Genesis?

*They look over and Genesis is kneeling on the ground in prayer with his arms in the air*

Genesis: Minerva grant me your strength, shield me from darkness, protect my soul from all evil. SURROUND me with your divine light—

Angeal: OH, GET UP

*Suddenly the TV turns on and a knife flies across the room*

Zack: OKAY! YOU GUYS ARE ON YOUR OWN!

*Zack runs out of the apartment*

Genesis: You know what? I won’t let a paranormal entity intimidate me. I'll drive this creature out of here by my own hand. *He draws his sword* Come at me, you ghostly bastard!

*The table moves on its own towards Genesis*

*Genesis runs out of the apartment at a speed Neither Sephiroth nor Angeal knew he could run*

Angeal: They're being ridiculous, aren't they, Seph?

Sephiroth: They are. It's reassuring to know that at least two of us still possess sound judgment and logic.

*The mirror shatters on its own*

Angeal: IT'S A DEMONIC ENTITY. I'LL GO GET THE SALT AND SAGE. STAY HERE

*Angeal runs out of the apartment and shuts the door behind him*

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: It's unsettling to realize that I'm the most sane one.

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth, sighing: I don’t understand. Even if a paranormal entity were present, it shouldn't scare us away. We've faced wars and dealt with threats far beyond human comprehension. We're SOLDIER, and more than capable of confronting a demonic entity without fleeing.

*A disembodied Hojo-esque laughter echoes throughout the apartment*

*Sephiroth runs towards the closed door, smashes right through it, and flees*

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*Lazard comes out from behind a corner with a remote that was controlling everything*

Lazard: And I'll do it again.

[theplotmage]

Murder Mystery Tropes with Paranormal Fantasy, Horror, Whodunit and Slasher for Writers

The Detective - The main investigator of the crime, possibly with a supernatural edge.

The Red Herring - False clues or suspects designed to mislead.

The Locked Room Mystery - A crime committed under seemingly impossible circumstances.

The Butler Did It - A classic misdirection where a seemingly minor character is suspected.

The Femme Fatale - A seductive woman with potential hidden motives.

The Alibi - Evidence of suspects' whereabouts during the crime.

The Gathering of Suspects - Bringing all suspects together for the final reveal.

The Amateur Sleuth - An ordinary person drawn into solving the mystery.

The Police Inspector - A professional law enforcement officer involved in the investigation.

The Mysterious Stranger - A new arrival with unknown motives.

The Hidden Motive - Characters with secret reasons for their actions.

The Unreliable Witness - Witnesses with contradictory or biased testimonies.

The Hidden Clue - Seemingly insignificant details that are key to solving the mystery.

The Confession - A character admitting to the crime, often under false pretenses.

The Final Twist - An unexpected revelation at the end of the story.

The False Confession - A confession made to protect someone else.

The Cover-Up - Characters attempting to hide their involvement in the crime.

The Intimate Setting - A small, closed environment where everyone is connected.

The Victim's Secret - The murdered person had a hidden past or secret.

The Revelation Scene - The detective explains the solution to the mystery.

Paranormal/Horror Elements

The Cursed Object - An artifact tied to the victim that brings misfortune.

The Haunted House - The murder site known for ghostly occurrences.

The Vengeful Spirit - The ghost of a previous victim seeking revenge.

The Demon Possession - Indications that the victim or suspect was possessed.

The Shapeshifter - Rumors of a creature changing forms, adding confusion.

The Supernatural Detective - An investigator with paranormal abilities.

The Blood Moon - A rare celestial event coinciding with the murder.

The Psychic Medium - A medium providing cryptic clues from the spirit world.

The Ancient Ritual - The murder tied to a forbidden dark ritual.

The Disappearing Body - The victim's body vanishes, leaving eerie evidence.

The Doppelgänger - A sinister double causing confusion and fear.

The Possessed Doll - A creepy doll inhabited by an evil spirit.

The Time Loop - The murder repeating itself in a time loop.

The Night Terrors - Horrific nightmares providing clues to the murder.

The Sinister Prophecy - An old prophecy predicting the murder.

The Evil Twin - A malevolent twin emerging, complicating the investigation.

The Necromancer - A character raising the dead to manipulate events.

The Shape-Shifter - A creature changing forms, difficult to track.

The Forbidden Book - A dark magic tome found at the crime scene.

The Mysterious Fog - Supernatural fog hiding crucial evidence.

The Living Portrait - A portrait that moves, providing eerie clues.

The Witch's Familiar - An animal linked to a witch, influencing events.

Slasher Whodunit Elements

The Masked Killer - The murderer hides their identity behind a mask, creating fear and mystery.

The Final Girl - A trope where one girl, often resourceful and strong, survives the killer's rampage.

The Isolated Location - The setting is cut off from the outside world, increasing tension and fear.

The High Body Count - Multiple victims are killed throughout the story, each death more gruesome than the last.

The Survivor's Guilt - Characters who survive the killer's attacks feel intense guilt and paranoia.

The Urban Legend - The murders are connected to a local legend or myth that many believed to be just a story.

The Creepy Warning - A strange character gives a foreboding warning about the danger that lies ahead.

The Phone Call - The killer taunts the victims or the detective with eerie phone calls.

The Chase Scene - Thrilling sequences where characters are pursued by the killer, creating high tension.

The Brutal Weapon - The killer uses a distinctive, often gruesome weapon, like a machete or chainsaw.

The False Safety - Characters believe they are safe, only to find out the killer is still near.

The Dark Past - The killer's motives are tied to a traumatic event in their history.

The Power Outage - A sudden loss of power plunges the setting into darkness, heightening fear.

The Split Up - Characters decide to split up to cover more ground, often leading to their doom.

The Hidden Lair - The killer has a hidden lair where they plot and prepare for their attacks.

The Betrayal - A trusted character is revealed to be an accomplice or the killer.

The Fake-Out Death - A character appears to be dead but later reveals they survived.

The Booby Traps - The killer sets traps to catch and kill the victims in inventive ways.

The Creepy Clue - An unsettling object or message left by the killer, serving as a taunt or clue.

The Frantic Escape - Desperate attempts to escape the killer, often through dangerous or narrow paths.

Occult Fantasy Elements

The Magical Artifact - A powerful item with dark magical properties, central to the plot.

The Enchanted Forest - A mystical forest where occult rituals and creatures reside.

The Coven - A secret group of witches or warlocks practicing dark arts.

The Prophecy - A foretold event involving dark forces and mystical events.

The Secret Society - A hidden group with its own occult agenda, influencing events from the shadows.

The Sorcerer - A powerful magic user who may be an ally or an antagonist, often dabbling in forbidden magic.

The Occult Creature - Beings like demons, dark fairies, or shadowy entities that play a role in the story.

The Cursed Bloodline - A family with a dark curse affecting their fate, passed down through generations.

The Forbidden Spell - A dangerous spell that holds the key to solving the mystery or defeating the antagonist.

The Hidden Realm - A secret world or dimension that characters can access through occult means.

The Quest for the Dark Grimoire - A journey undertaken by the characters to find an important book of dark magic.

The Ancient Rune - Mystical symbols that provide clues or have magical effects.

The Time Portal - A gateway that allows characters to travel through time, often tied to occult practices.

The Occult Warrior - A skilled fighter who protects others using magical abilities and knowledge of the dark arts.

The Healer with Forbidden Knowledge - A character with the ability to heal using dark or forbidden magic.

The Shape-Shifting Demon - A being that can change its form at will, adding layers of deception.

The Enchanted Weapon - A weapon imbued with dark magical properties, essential for defeating the antagonist.

The Book of Shadows - A book containing powerful spells and rituals that characters seek or use.

The Dark Oracle - A seer who provides cryptic prophecies and guidance, often with a sinister twist.

The Elemental Forces - Characters or creatures that control the elements (fire, water, earth, air) through occult means.

[bunnys-kisses]

fall/halloween bakery special

hello bunnies! i wanted to do something a little special for halloween/fall season! it's hare's favourite season so i've grown to love it a little more. basically these are special prompts that can be combined with the regular bakery prompts. but these ones are more geared towards the fall season! this is more like a halloween party rather than a bakery, but still it'll be fun!

these prompts will be closed on novemeber 2nd and be posted between now and until i finish writing them all! these will be posted on top of regular bakery orders so please feel free! and happy halloween!

what i'll write for: formula one, call of duty, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, marvel & dc

DESSERTS

ghost s'mores dip: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."

zombie brain cupcakes: "stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

vampire poke cake: "what happened last night?"

witch finger cookies: "i hate this time of year, i'm always so fucking cold!"

chex-mix: "did you go as a whore this year, or did you just forget a costume?"

all-dressed chips: "i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this."

pumpkin patch brownies: "you should've worn something a little thicker. you're going to catch a cold."

candy apples: "alright, let's get you home."

dirt pudding: "I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"

pepperoni pizza: "i wonder if that mascara will run when i'm finished with you."

ghost cookies: "they had how many shots of tequila?"

dead velvet cake: "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!"

nacho dip: "seeing you with those kids makes me want one."

chunky treat bars: "i'm getting you pregnant."

hocus pocus rolls: "next year you're wearing something that covers more."

candy corn: "i'm not jealous!"

ghostly cheesecake: "i got a broomstick you can ride on."

mummy hand pies: "be careful of the full moon!"

spider web pops: "the costume is meant to be scary, not cute."

DRINKS

sprite: semi-public sex

coca-cola: costume sex

doctor pepper: university au

fake-blood: vampire au

hot cider: werewolf au

jell-o shots: drunk sex

pepsi zero: rough sex

haunted lemonade: size difference/kink

peach juice box: filming/recording

poison apple punch: outdoor sex

pumpkin sangria: pregnancy

hot cocoa: gentle/soft sex

witch's brew: witch au

little devil cocktail: demon/devil au

white claw: slutty costumes

black widow cocktail: dom!reader

espresso martini: dom!character

water: hangover

gummy bear cocktail: possessive behavior

on the house: author's choice

have a spooky halloween!!

[flamingpudding]

Summoning Gone Wrong

Ties to: Ouija Board Prompt and Ghost Hunting Vigilantes Part 1 / Part 2

A/N: Thanks to @lazy-alex for commenting the base idea in Ghost Hunting Vigilantes for Tim trying to do a summoning that just goes wrong~

Danny calmly sipped the ecto-tea and resisted eyeing the ghost club Lady Gotham had placed next to her as she also drank her tea with all the elegance the spirit possessed. The Ghost King was pretty sure she had placed it like that, in his view, on purpose. He just wasn't sure if it was as a warning or as a preparation since the last couple of times he had been in Gotham, she had felt the need of using it against him.

"I am very glad that you are finally looking into that matter, your highness." The spirit commented, placing the cup back onto the table and refilling it. "I wasn't sure if you had been made aware of it before, if I had known that the old beings had not mentioned it to you before I certainly would have sooner."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, about that. What are these Lazarus Pits anyway? Clockwork only told me to look out for the color green, which is not helpful. And Pandora started on an entire history lesson regarding Lazarus and I am pretty sure that has nothing to do with these Pits your 'knights' mentioned."

Lady Gotham chuckled amused with mirth in her eyes. "They are only known as Lazarus Pits in the human world, my king, not in the Infinite Realms."

"So what…" Danny couldn't finish his question as his ghost sense went off. He really wanted to slam his head into the table. It had been months since his senses went off like that and he hoped it was just Cujo who followed him or Fright Knight. But as no one appeared to interrupt them, he got ticked off because that meant it was one of his former rogues who was up to something. He excused himself from his discussion with Lady Gotham who appeared even more amused than before.

Whoever it was he would send them straight back to the Ghost Zone, they were interrupting some important kingly business here!

A little earlier not too far away from the ghostly discussion, by a recent regularly vigilante visited occult site, three vigilantes stood before a summoning cycle.

Red Robin was crouching by the circle, chalk in hand as he drew runes and symbols on the ground all according to one of his research papers that summed up all the information he had gathered. Including information he had obtained from the Justice League Dark, mainly Constantine since the man owned him and wouldn't just tell on him, behind Batman's back.

It had been weeks since their last encounter with the teenage ghost. He didn't want to admit it but Red Robin was getting worried about the ghost. Both times when they left they sounded like something was hunting or hurting them and last time there was even that green swirly thing they saw for a short moment right after they had heard the ghost say their goodbyes with an actual voice. Besides, that ghost was a mystery to them and Red Robin wasn't known to leave any sort of mystery they encountered unsolved.

"Should we really do this without B?" Nightwing asked, eyeing the strange symbols the youngest among them was drawing on the ground.

"Fuck him. If we get him involved we wouldn't be doing this at all." Red Hood added crossing his arms. "I am more surprised that its only us three this time. I would have bet that at least one of the others would have joined too."

"Baby Bat is out on a mission with B. Spoiler and Orphan are on a outer space mission and Signal has an exam tomorrow." Nightwing shrugged. "It's probably better form Robin not to be here. He was pretty spooked after the last two times."

"Ha! Spooked? The kid is dead set on Pit Demons trying to kill us."

"We can't comple-"

"Finished the writing." Red Robin cut in dusting his gloves from chalk, he was still kneeling on the ground as he turned to the older two vigilantes holding his hands out expectantly. "Nightwing, you brought the candles?"

The vigilante in question handed over a plastic back with the label of a gas station. Red Hood titled his head in question, indicating that he was raising an eye brow under his helmet. The elder only shrugged sheepishly as Red Robin stared at the colorful duck candles it contained.

"I forgot you asked me to buy some and went last minute to the late night open counter gas station. They only had these colorful duck candles."

"Well our fucking ghost has some Humor. Might work better for them then."

Red Robin only sighed but still placed the candles in the circle the way Constantine had described to him. "We will have to see if this will work."

He had made sure to also draw up a protective circle around the summoning one just like Zatana had instructed and Constantine had insisted he would need. Lighting up the candles he stepped back next to his brothers.

"So according to Constantine, we are now supposed to recite a summoning spell and think about the ghost we talked to before to call them back to us."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"So…" Red Robin distributed a piece of paper to each of his brothers. "We start on three."

"One…."

"Wait let me read that shit first!"

"Two…"

"Slow down, little bird."

"Three."

The three of them definitely were not in sync. Nightwing struggled with some of the words while Red Hood ended up mixing in some chosen curse words when he stumbled over a word. Red Robin even though he had practiced before still struggled with some of the words also but still all three managed to get through the incarnation.

They waited with their breaths held for something to happen but the seconds ticked by, with nothing happening. After three minutes Red Robin let out a sigh, deciding that this was a failure.

Just as he was about to step up to the circle to blow out the candles, a green swirling portal like the one he had briefly seen last time opened on the ground where the summoning circle was and a figure rose up from it. The figure was entirely dressed in white with black gloves, boots, belt and hat. Their skin was just as white as the clothes they were wearing and the being was staring back at them with completely green eyes, no irises or pupils. They stood firmly and straight in the summoning circle, arms crossed behind their back and by the way they were holding themself appeared like an authority figure.

"That doesn't look like a 16 years old ghost." Red Hood commented, his hand resting on his gun holder as he stared down their summon.

"Red, you did follow all the instructions right." Nightwing asked his hands, also moving to take out his escrima sticks, eying the being that was now looking at them in what he assumed was contempt.

"Yes, I did." Turning to their summon the vigilantes eyed it carefully. "Hi, sorry about the sudden summon. You obviously aren't the 16 years old ghost we had been talking to before. So uhm, you are free to go again? Unless you happen to know a 16 year old ghost that had been to Gotham at least two times now?"

The summoned being didn't look like they were going to answer, instead they took out a green glowing book that had 'RULES' written on it and leafed through the pages. Stopping when it apparently found a certain page. Their eyes focusing on the page then back at them. Still not grazing them with an answer. Red Robin however noticed how their inclined their head, for a short moment, over to Red Hood before turning back to the book and turning a couple of more pages.

He hadn't been the only one as he felt Nightwing tensing next to him too as well as heard the soft click of Red Hood removing the safety from his gun.

"Unauthorized summoning with out of date summoning methods. Interruption of security works. Unauthorized usage of corrupted ectoplasmic waste and apparent coverup of a human infected by corrupted ectoplasm." The being listed and the three couldn't help but feel reminded of a policeman listing crimes.

"I, Walker, reappointed Warden by his majesty the Ghost King and self appointed head chief of the security department of the Infinite Realms, hereby declare all of you under arrest for the previously listed offenses. Especially you, punk." The ghost called Walker pointed at Red Hood who in return pulled out his guns pointing them back at it. "You will be presented directly to our King. To think there would be a subject that failed to report back their existence."

"The fuck you wanna do? I ain't going anywhere." Red Hood scoffed, his distorted voice sounding challenging towards the ghost.

"Not to be rude but how can he report something he didn't even know about." Nightwing added eying the ghost as well as the protective barrier. The being hadn't made a move toward them yet and it should keep it contained but that didn't mean they just could let their guard down, not like he would let them take any of his brothers anywhere either. He took a step forward in case he needed to cover his younger siblings, protectiveness stirring in him. "RR, did Constantine or Zatana give you a spell to forcefully send them back?"

"Not exactly but they said destroying the summoning circle should send them back instantly." Red Robin mused after glancing at his notes for a brief moment. He didn't dare look away from that ghost for longer than needed. Normally he would be thrilled about having summoned a ghost and probably ask it a bunch of questions he had, ever since their first encounter with that 16 years old ghost left him with a tone of unanswered ones, but not with this one.

"Maybe we should-"

"WALKER! NOT AGAIN! BACK TO THE ZONE NOW!" A white haired 16 years old looking flying boy appeared through the wall without destroying it like he just phased in. The three vigilantes stared at the new presence that looked rather ticked off. The teenager had a cosmic with green flame outlined looking crown floating over their head and were wearing a jumpsuit with a logo that looked like a flaming D.

"Hey could that be our little ghost bastard?" Hood more or less stage-whispered over to Nightwing and Red Robin.

"Looks 16, maybe younger but not like what I imagined." Nightwing mused.

"Ghost Kid -ahem- your Highness, perfect Timing. I was just about to apprehend-"

"No." The teenager interrupted, arms crossed as he floated before the other ghost. "We went over this when I appointed you as the Warden again. Back. To. The. Zone."

"Did… did that other ghost call him 'highness' just now?" The more he got to learn about ghosts the more questions appeared to come up and Red Robin would definitely need answers for all of them.

"Your Highness, we need to-"

"Back now!" The teen repeated as he moved his left arm to point at a portal he opened especially for Walker. "Or do I have to get Lady Gotham to kick you out of her haunt herself?"

Red Robin watched how the two ghosts appeared to have a stare down before the white one closed his rule book and bowed before leaving. Well he would have left if he didn't smack right into the protective wall the vigilante had set up before the summoning. Good to know that Constantine's advice worked.

"Pff - cough -" The teenager covered his mouth, hiding a laugh behind a cough as he closed the portal he had opened and reopened it inside the barrier. The white ghost only sent them the most disgruntled and offended glare Red Robin had seen in a while before going through the portal the teen had opened.

Before either of the three could say anything the teenager let out a sigh and muttered something about having to deal with Walker being naggingly annoying about security and summonings later again. As if noticing them for the first time the boy glanced over at them and instantly stiffed and Red Robin definitely saw recognition in the boy's glowing green eyes. Could it be...?

"Shit." The teenager cursed. Yup, that's him.

"You are-"

"Sorry, no time for talking, gotta get back to Lady Gotham." They interrupted before continuing to ramble on. "You don't really want to make an old spirit with a ghost club wait. You guys better forget what you saw here. I would like Man In Black wipe your memory if I could but well for now please don't attempt summoning like that again? Summonings like that are outdated and barely work correctly for us ghosts. Demon summonings are a different matter but for ghosts this won't work correctly anymore or at least not since I got the stupid crown. You either end up with some random ghost or Walker trying to arrest humans. I soo have enough of getting him back from all the attempts of arresting humans that broke 'summoning rules'. Maybe I should have Fright Night arrest Walker for forcing his summon whenever he notices human summons… Anyway! Don't try again. Okay? Okay. Thanks and bye!"

The boy blinked out of existence before any of them could get a word in. The three vigilantes stared at the now empty spot. Red Robin had so many more additional questions now after having heard the presumed ghost teens ramble. So if the summons from the Justice League Dark were outdated then maybe he would need to find a more modern summoning? Also the teen had mentioned a Lady Gotham and Red Robin could only assume that that had to be their local city's spirit judging by the name.

"Well… we know now what our ghost boy looks like." Nightwing offered after some time and Red Hood scoffed.

"How the fuck was that boy a ghost? He looked more like a meta kid than a ghost."

"Well judging by the voice he definitely was the one that talked the last two times."

"So Demon Brat's Pit Demon theory is true?"

"He didn't lo-"

"I am going to try and summon this Lady Gotham next." Red Robin cut in as he turned on his heel, determined to get to the bottom of this ghost mystery even if he had to pester the JLD members for a while.

""What?""

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Dual Cultivation Pact Date - Part 2

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Date which hasn’t been released in EN yet!⚡

Proceed at your own risk, I guess? 😂 Although it's not that spicy but still, a warning is a warning 🤭

[Section 3]

A month had passed since I had "swept Shaw out the door," and he had not come back since.

He might also feel a bit embarrassed and angry.

MC: But you can't blame me for this; anyone who heard such words would… Villager: What did you say?

I realized that I had gotten distracted thinking about Shaw again, so I quickly cleared my throat and refocused my attention.

MC: It's nothing. You just said that there was evil energy surging under the mountain? Villager: That’s right! I don’t know what happened this time, but the formation barriers you set up don’t seem to have any effect!! Villager: Although Taoist Master Shaw doesn’t permit us to come to find you, we saw his condition and it was truly… MC: Shaw? What happened to him?

Startled, I interrupted him. The villagers were surprised to see me speaking so urgently and were taken aback, but they still answered honestly.

Villager: Wasn't it you who sent Master Shaw down the mountain to help us exorcize demons and spirits? There have been too many demons recently, and he has been busy running around everywhere. Villager: Perhaps it's because he's been working too hard. In the past month, Master Shaw's temper has become increasingly bad, and his methods for exorcizing demons have become more and more…

The villager hesitated, stammering as they began to speak.

Villager: It feels like... Master Shaw is showing signs of being possessed by demons. MC: ...possessed?!

Seeing me gasp, the villager began to sweat profusely, and their speech quickened.

Villager: We know that Master Shaw is a good person! But we're just afraid that if he starts treating people like this in the future… Villager: Ahem, what I mean is that we are worried about Taoist Master Shaw, so, that’s why we want to ask you to come out and help your disciple! Villager: If he really does something irreversible, it would tarnish the good name of Fairy MC! MC: ...I understand. MC: I'll handle the matter with Shaw. After you go down the mountain, instruct everyone not to go out today. Villager: Yes, I'll go right away!

The villager breathed a sigh of relief, thanked me profusely, and left.

I lowered my eyes and counted with my fingers.

MC: On the seventh day of the seventh month, when the yin energy is at its peak... It turns out it's already come to this.

I gathered my loose hair, secured it with a blue lotus Taoist crown, picked up my horsetail whisk, and headed out the door.

Demons' aura. A sky-high demonic presence.

The setting sun was like blood, with white bones hanging from withered branches, and ghostly flames mingling with cooking smoke.

The mortals had long since shut their doors tightly, afraid to speak carelessly. In the distant mountains, unknown creatures were making sharp, piercing cries.

After hiding away on the mountain for so long, I've almost forgotten that the outside world is actually like this purgatory.

MC: I really miss the old Qixi festivals... That was the true human scene.

I murmured in contemplation as I began to search for Shaw's presence.

The flower scent was wrapped in a heavy stench of blood, making it appear both gaudy and acrid.

MC: Shaw?

Soon, I caught the faint scent of familiar Tumi flowers near the abandoned cemetery in the southeast.

?.?: For every person you've harmed, I'll cut off one of your claws. It's actually a favor to you. ?.?: ...Regardless of whether you've done evil during this time, I find you displeasing now, so I want to eliminate you. Is that not allowed? ?.?: Want to beg for mercy now? It’s no use.

I couldn't make out what the demon was shouting, but Shaw's voice came through clearly from the graveyard, each sentence ending with a distinct note of pleasure.

In the next moment, a scream pierced the air, and the stench of blood grew even stronger.

My heart sank and I hurried over.

Boom— —

Thunder rumbled ominously, and flashes of lightning crisscrossed the sky. In the intermittent light, a tall, slender figure stood firmly in the center.

Around him are the remains of monsters and demons, and the young man stands amidst a sea of blood. At this moment, he does not seem like a righteous defender of justice, but more like…

Bloodthirsty demon.

...Shaw's cultivation has already reached its peak.

I watched the scene before me with my heart racing, almost stirring up some repressed impulse.

Shaw's God-striking Whip was swinging continuously in his hand, while a demon beast dodged left and right. In the end, it was struck by a bolt of lightning and was obliterated with a scream.

Shaw: I said it was useless, so why bother running?

Shaw's brows and eyes were full of exuberance, with a smile of extreme pleasure at the corner of his mouth, as he reveled in the brutal scene.

Shaw: I'm in a very bad mood this month. I can only say that you are unlucky and happened to meet me.

As he spoke, he took out the talisman and chanted the incantation.

[He recites an incantation here which is kinda hard to translate]

——He wants to summon the Five Gods of Thunder?! Just to annihilate these monsters?!

Without a moment's hesitation, I waved my whisk and immediately sealed the talisman he was about to ignite.

It was only then that he noticed my presence. In an instant, Shaw's gaze was more dazzling than lightning, nearly blinding me.

Shaw: .......You are finally willing to come. MC: ….Shaw!

I stretched out my hand towards him and spoke hastily.

MC: You can't kill anymore now, otherwise you will become a demon! MC: Come with me, I'll help you stabilize your Taoist mind!

Shaw stared at me intently, and after a while, he finally broke into a smile.

Shaw: Good.

Before he finished speaking, he fell forward.

I quickly teleported over to support him. Even through the layer of clothing, I could feel how intensely hot his body was.

MC: ….It can’t be delayed any longer.

I no longer hesitated and took Shaw to a broken house near the mass grave and began to set up formations for him.

Shaw [in pain]: Mm—

In the instant the light flared, a look of pain immediately appeared on Shaw's face.

MC: Is it difficult? Just bear with it a little longer…

Shaw [breathing heavily]: Not uncomfortable.

Shaw interrupted my words, breathing heavily.

Shaw [hesitantly]: I thought...I thought you didn't want to see me anymore

My breath caught, and I instinctively wanted to respond to the unspoken feelings before me.

However, Shaw's vibrant, living form and the red cinnabar symbols that had fallen around him reminded me of my true purpose for coming here.

MC: How could this be?

Another yellow talisman fell, and the dense array of runes bound Shaw, leaving him unable to move.

My fingers gently caressed his heaving chest and came to rest on his heart.

MC: You are my most precious furnace, why don’t I come to see you?

The light from the talisman illuminated the dim old house and also lit up my path.

A black crane perches on the hem of my skirt, its wings poised to fly.

—

[Section 4]

After Shaw heard what I said, a smile appeared on his lips.

Shaw [In a light voice + breathing heavily x1]: Fairy Xuanhe, you finally don’t want to pretend anymore? MC: The goal has already been achieved; why pretend?

I casually replied to him while drawing symbols, as if we were in my courtyard rather than this run-down house.

MC: I was surprised. When did you know about it? Shaw [x2]: Known it from the beginning.

My fingers paused. He raised his eyebrows at me triumphantly.

Shaw [x3]: Back then, Fairy Xuanhe, burdened with too much bloodshed, was hunted down by ten righteous paths and fell into these mountains. Shaw [x4]: After just three to five years, a Taoist priestess named MC suddenly appeared in the mountains. Shaw [x5]: With profound skills and a kind heart, they set up great formations to protect the safety and security of the people around them. Shaw [x6]: It's really... admirable.

Shaw’s breathing was rapid. Although he was clearly talking about me, his tone was so mocking, as if he were recounting someone else’s story. I felt a surge of irritation rise from the bottom of my heart and couldn't help but retort.

MC: So, you were sent by those idiots to test me?

Shaw [coldly]: Do they even deserve it?

Shaw sneered and raised his chin.

Shaw [whispers]: I just wanted to see you myself.

His gaze slowly moved from my brows, down to my nose, to my lips, to my throat... Finally, as if discovering something, it settled on my heart.

Shaw: .....No wonder you have been staying in that yard and refused to come out. MC: I didn’t refuse to come out. Shaw: In fact, you sealed yourself in that courtyard. MC: I didn't… Shaw: The demonic aura has long invaded your heart and mind; you are the one who has fallen into darkness. MC: I'm just about to become a demon!

I blurted out, my anger surging suddenly. I reached out forcefully, intending to strangle the man in front of me who was spouting nonsense.

However, as soon as my fingertips touched the blood vessels on his neck, they were immediately burned and recoiled.

The burning pain brought me back to clarity. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my emotions.

MC: Shaw, I’m just... about to fall into darkness. MC: And with you as the furnace here, I can definitely dispel all the demonic aura.

Shaw's throat moved slightly as if he had finally realized something.

Shaw [surprised]: You want to practice dual cultivation with me...? MC: What else?

I chuckled and slowly stretched out my arms to hug Shaw from behind.

The intense yang energy filled Shaw’s robust body, like a flame that would never extinguish.

The robe was exceptionally loose after the battle, but with a casual flick, it fell into place.

My fingers measured every inch of his hot skin, and the wonderful touch made me addicted.

MC: Life is so joyful in the mortal world; I have no intention of falling into darkness. MC: Over the years, I have devoted myself to research and finally invented a method of harmonizing yin and yang.

Shaw clearly remembered the books he had borrowed. He raised an eyebrow and made an effort to turn his head to look at me.

Shaw: Because demonic energy is extremely yin, you're planning to find an extremely yang 'container' to balance it out. MC: That's right.

I turned my fingers and lifted Shaw's chin with a whisk.

This is the first time I've seen my... cauldron up close.

From this angle, I noticed his eyelashes were so long, his nose bridge so straight, and there was a thin layer of sweat at the corners of his brows, fine and dense.

MC: Shaw, you came to me of your own accord. MC: It is you who want to practice my techniques.

I silently executed the spell and infused the final incantation into Shaw’s dantian.

The fragrance of tea flowers instantly filled every corner of the room.

I know it's ripe.

Shaw, with no strength to resist, was pressed to the ground by me.

On the Qixi festival, the day of extreme yin, with the body of extreme yang, everything was perfect.

My breathing was even faster than Shaw's. The demonic energy that had been suppressed for a long time was no longer in shackles of the seal. It was jolting left and right in my body and was in desperate need of an outlet.

MC: I…

I was like a moth endlessly circling, instinctively drawn to an untouchable blaze, yet fleeing in panic just a second before being consumed by the flames.

For a moment, I even felt that the decision to practice dual cultivation was extremely stupid.

Because it was too hot and painful.

I bit my lower lip and gripped Shaw's shoulders almost with hatred, my nails drawing faint blood marks on his skin.

——Why? Why should I go through this?

As the Xuanhe Fairy, I have always wanted to live according to my true nature and have never harmed a mortal.

Before the demonic energy entered my body, I was said to be weird, rebellious, and unreasonable; after the demonic energy entered my body, I was said to be cruel and suspected of evil intentions.

These fools have also pinned some baseless charges on me and summoned ten righteous factions to kill me...

Why should I endure this!

Unconsciously, blood began to seep into my vision, and the smell of blood rising in my throat gradually overpowered the floral scent, filling my nostrils.

Shaw: MC, MC….! MC: What?

Shaw called my name several times before I woke up from my daze and looked at him blankly.

He was sweating all over, gritting his teeth, and obviously felt uncomfortable, but his golden eyes were still bright, reflecting only my figure.

Even though I was in a mess and my blue lotus Taoist crown was crooked.

Shaw [HIS HOARSE VOICE SOUNDED SO ASKFSGH x1]: MC, give me your breath. MC: ....Transfer Qi?

My mind was so dizzy that I didn't even understand what these two words meant. Shaw suppressed his breath and sneered.

Shaw [x2]: If you want to practice dual cultivation, of course you have to transfer your Qi.

Oh, indeed, the breath could also settle into the lower abdomen. I thought groggily as I leaned closer to Shaw's lips.

In the instant our breaths intertwined, I was pulled into a vortex named Shaw. 

His tongue entwined with mine, then released, only to forcefully invade again, exploring every corner of my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. 

This wasn't me giving him air at all; it was clearly... him taking it from me.

The sound of the rubbing of clothes mixed with my heartbeat, infinitely amplified in my ears, and the burning sensation that was originally painful to me gradually became less unbearable.

At this moment, it seems that the vigorous yang energy and the deep yin energy have finally found a point of resonance, beginning to tentatively merge.

My vision kept wavering, and the scene before me became a kaleidoscope of colors. The painful memories of the past gradually receded like a retreating tide.

By accident, my mind suddenly recalled a small incident when the evil energy had not poured into China and everything was still too peaceful.

That day seemed to be the Qixi festival. I was wandering in the market and met a young man.

The young man said he had someone he loved and asked me if I had any spells that could help him.

What happened next? Did I help him…?

Shaw [annoyed]: You're distracted. MC: I didn't…

All my words were swallowed up by him, and Shaw didn't want to listen to me at all.

He inexplicably began to refuse to cooperate, causing the yin and yang energy that had already been harmonized to change suddenly. I couldn't help but want to hide, but my waist was firmly held by him.

MC: This… This is not right…

I clutched the nearly shapeless talisman papers tightly and spoke intermittently.

MC [blushing]: It should be me… MC [blushing]: It should be me taking your original yang energy; this is the only solution. Otherwise, I...!

I whimpered briefly, the stimulation was too strong and I had nowhere to escape, I could only scream like a rogue.

MC [blushing]: You are my furnace, you must be willing to help me achieve success!

Shaw [breathing heavily + that low seductive voice of his x1]: Who says I'm not willing?

Hot sweat and Shaw's voice both fell into my ears, as he chuckled softly.

Shaw [x2]: I realized... that although you are a talented demon practitioner, you’re also quite foolish. Shaw [x3]: Why do you think I've been practicing your techniques all along?

It's too hot. My mind can no longer understand his words; I just shake my head, trying to escape, but Shaw won't let me.

His lips repeatedly kissed my earlobe, whispering in the closest proximity.

Shaw [x4]: As I said, I will do my best and risk everything I have for the person I like.

Every time Shaw said a word, I felt the violent demonic energy in my body fade a little—

He didn’t have his original yang energy taken by me; instead, he used his yang energy to completely eliminate the demonic energy.

MC: You... you changed my technique? Were you deceiving me?!

Shaw [x6]: Is that not acceptable? Shaw [x7]: Who told you to lie to me back then?

Shaw lifted me up forcefully as if to punish me, and I fell into his tender kisses.

Shaw [x8]: On that Qixi Festival, I told you I liked you and asked if there was a spell to make you like me too. How did you respond? MC: What?

Was that boy Shaw?

My memory doesn’t quite match up with this. Could it be that the years of demonic energy have damaged my mind?

I was speechless and couldn't explain anything. Shaw’s chest rumbled with laughter as he smiled.

Shaw [x9]: Forget it if you don’t remember. Anyway, I already got what I wanted.

After all, I was pulled into the whirlpool by him again.

In the midst of the chaos, I almost had the illusion that Shaw had risked even more than I had imagined.

No, it's not an illusion.

MC: Shaw. 

I reached out my hand and brushed away Shaw's messy hair, wanting to look into his eyes again.

—

📿 Call 1

📿 Call 2

[azu1as]

Hi, Tin! It's me again 🙈 how about some horror romance?) I love your ghost mentor!pbss, but I propose a ghost!Tang Bo. After TB died, Cheong Myeong developed a habit of talking to himself out loud. At least, people assumed so. And after his resurrection, this habit returned after a while. It's just a quirk so what? But then the disciples start noticing strange things happening where CM is. TB follows CM, but he is a malicious ghost in essence due to his violent death and regrets, full of resentment and looks far from friendly. CM is not bothered and communicates without problems, but more and more people start seeing his ghostly companion and they are terrified

Madlen, hello 💖 !! I'm so sorry this took me forever to get to ily ANYWAY I'm gonna go crazy!!!! YOU'RE SO BIG BRAIN FOR THIS.

Everyone thinks nothing of Chung Myung's offhanded mutterings and random bouts of laughter at times.

They think the malicious aura around him is just something that Chung Myung carries, but little did they know...

»—————————–✄

No one sees the monster until an ancient artifact finds its way into the Mount Hua Sect.

As thanks for saving their town from the demon cult members that attempted to pillage them, the village leader offered Mount Hua one of their village's well-kept relics that they found no use for anymore since there was no one in town who had any spiritual energy for it to resonate with.

It was an ancient artifact that revealed malicious demons and tainted creatures within its zone, allowing the holders to easily eradicate them and remove the plaguing monsters.

Baek Cheon did not think too much of it when they accepted the gift. He didn't know there would be any reason to use it anytime soon but still received the artifact with grace and gratitude.

However, he's proven wrong.

He returns to the sect alongside Jo Gul and Yu Iseol who accompanied him during the short mission and arrives around the tail-end of dinner time. Instead of proceeding to the Sect Leader's Office as should be proper, they first head over to grab a quick meal due to the loud rumbling from Jo Gul's stomach. The Sect Leader would understand.

((He'd also be scolded by Hyun Young if he withheld food from the children escpecially after a mission, but Baek Cheon digresses.))

They arrive at the mess hall with the artifact in tow to a splattering of greetings and congratulations. There were only a few disciples left; the others already turned in for the night.

Just as they were about to sit down, they felt pinpricks of inexplicable terror pierce them. They abruptly turned towards the entrance, swords pulled out and pointed.

Chung Myung enters. He's not alone.

Primal fear was the only way to describe what they were feeling as they made eye contact with the...thing...behind their youngest martial brother.

Its body was shaped like a human, but there was something distinctly off about it. If they had to describe it, it was as if the creature—because what else could you call it—molded itself into what it considered was the appearance of a human.

Its face and neck were a tad bit too long. Its shoulders were too wide and too sharp at the edges. You couldn't see its feet over the dark fog surrounding its steps and its hands were closer to claws as they held Chung Myung's body against it possessively.

Baek Cheon reflexively took a step back when the creature's eyes turned toward his. Instead of white, the creature's sclera was pitch black with the tiniest pinprick of red denoting its pupil.

Its head suddenly snapped at a 90-degree angle. It triggered every sense of preservation the disciples had.

It observed them. Its pinprick red eyes swept across the cold-sweating disciples who stared at the unfamiliar monster with wide eyes.

Y̴̧̳̯̮̰͖͈ͧͅó̴̡͍̱̳̰͖͓̙̬͙̞̬͋ͨ͌̒̑͗̊̽̑͊̃͟ṵ͇̤̤ͨ͑̐̀̋͟ c̴̶̣̪͖̫͕̖̖͔̘͊ͭͣ̃ͥ͐́̈̃͊̑ͫ̈̊ͣ̇͆̇̈̎͘͟ą̷̶̡̧̛̛̱͉̖͍̫̣͉̳̰͔̟͓̒̏̂ͫ̒ͥͣ̌ͣ̊ͤͬ̐̀ͮ̈̚͢͞͠͞ņ̸̸̸̲͎̻̝̞͚̻̭̜͚͚̝̹̝̟̥̃̔̓ͫͯ͒̈́͗̀̆ͩͤ̆ͩ̊͗͘͜͠ s͎͔̲̠̬̺͙̰̋͋͊̇͌̓ͮ̅͊ͧ̂̾͢͝e̵̴̷̙̩̱̬̫̙̺̖̻͕̥̿̀̽̃̍̀ͩͤͫ̀̿͆̑̒̐̔ͧ̂ͫ̽͢͢͠͝ȅ̶̷̷̘͙̻̣̮̠̱̪̠ͭ̂̒͐̎̇̀̊̽͟ͅ m̵̢̗̻̥͙͕͓̑̇̊ͧ̽ͬ̈́ͯͭ̾̄̀͘͟͠é͕̘̥̮̜̘̠͙̟̺͗̍ͩͥ̊̏ͥ̊̓̈̔ͬ̽͋͋̊̊͜͡_̨̢͔͓̼̿͋̌̿̆̕?̶̡̥͔͕͍͙̭͉̭̲̽͊̔̾ͯͭ͢

Primal fear. That was the only way Baek Cheon could explain what he was feeling. The dark, resentful fog that drifted around the creature's feet rose, surrounding both it and Chung Myung.

He had to get their sajil away from the creature, he thought to himself.

RUNRUNRUN, his brain screamed at him.

A wide-eyed Yu Iseol made the first move.

Operating on pure force driven by the desire to protect rather than being consumed by fear, she swung her blade directly at the monster. Teeth gritting and going against their body's instinct, Baek Cheon and Jo Gul quickly followed suit.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

They're all thrown back harshly. Chung Myung had his sword out, his body moving to stand directly in front of the monster.

Chung Myung was shielding the monster from them.

Contrasting the manic look in his eyes, he calmly asked them, "What do you think you're trying to do?"

Behind them, they could see the monster's sinister wide grin as it sank its claws deeper.