#gothic horror AU

[kierranodel]

The Sweetest Honeysuckle Grows On Headstones

Due to some unavoidable, unfortunate circumstances this is my very late submission for Invisobang 2023! My author's fic is sadly unable to be linked at this moment, but I will definitely add it later when it becomes available! For the time being, here are the two pieces I created for the story:

I had a lot of fun creating them, and I pushed myself to step outside my comfort zone (particularly in lighting). For added context, this is the summary/blurb for the fic:

"Danny James Fenton was a freak. Plain and simple. When his parents died working on a device that would supposedly let them commune with ghosts, their blasphemy of the laws of nature never came to pass. Killed in the explosion, he’s told, since they died when he was a baby. Sent with his elder sister Jazz to Spittoon, Arkansas to be raised by their Aunt Alicia Osbourne (née Foster), they’re never quite accepted, as hard as they try. Danny’s always been an odd boy, but he seems to get stranger as the days pass."

It's a gothic horror AU set in the South. Though I cannot link the fic yet, I loved the concept from the get go and I hope I can further share this wonderful story in it's completion some day soon!

[free-for-all-fics]

Phantom of the Opera AU Prompt inspired by Disney’s Phantom Manor! Some dialogue and inspiration taken from Mystery Legends: Phantom of the Opera and the Leroux novel, but this could work for whichever version you like! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by this and I’d love to read it! 👻🤍

The Phantom's identity had been treated as ambiguous for a long time, a random dark spirit that arbitrarily chose to ruin your wedding. After several years, the story of what really happened came out from underneath the charred and blackened rubble of the Paris Opera House:

After your mother died when you were six years old, life didn’t go as your father, Joseph Buquet, had hoped it to be. He’d often get drunk and grab you, yelling about how he was a failure before bursting into tears. Every time he’d do that, you also cried and begged him to stop, telling him it was all your fault. When he sobered up, he’d embrace you and give you treats, apologizing for what he’d done. But as his money wore away, he'd have these fits more and more often. At least you still loved your father, but he was all that you had and you had to sing in the streets to make some money to provide for him and yourself, at least until he found a job. He couldn’t seem to hold one for long, though. The few coins you did make, he would take the tin can you collected them in and spend most of it on alcohol for himself, or sometimes a cheap toy or doll if he was feeling guilty for not being a better man and father to you. To make ends meet, your father didn’t have much choice but to join the Paris Opera as the chief stagehand while you joined the chorus when you were ten years old.

He began telling you and anyone who would listen stories of an Opera Ghost that haunted the theatre, describing his horrific corpse-like face in great detail. His ghost stories frightened the ballet girls, but you had heard this kind of talk from him before, so you just thought he was on another one of his drunken ramblings. You didn’t think much of it. Despite being warned not to, your father got himself drunk and wandered down into the Opera House catacombs for some inexplicable reason. Maybe he was trying to follow someone?

He never returned to the surface and was later found dead, hanged in the third cellar between a flat and a set piece from “Le roi de Lahore”. Unbeknownst to anyone, his corpse was right next to the entrance to the Phantom's torture chamber. Due to his intoxicated state and the cause of death, it was ruled a depression-driven suicide…but was it really? Left all alone, you were a bastard and an orphan, a peasant girl trying to make your way in the world and a name for yourself with your singing, but your singing wasn't anything special before your lessons with the Angel of Music, whom you believed had been sent to you from Heaven by your deceased father.

Under the Angel’s tutelage, you were almost supernaturally skilled at singing. During those many months, you went from a light soubrette to a dark soprano of almost divine quality. You only communicated with your Angel through your dressing room wall, never seeing his face or learning his name. A string of admirers, all obviously enraptured, stared on in plain view while you performed on stage. As your voice rang throughout the concert hall, he reflected from the shadows of Box 5 on how well he had taught you and how you had given yourself over to him, your Angel of Music.

In womanhood, many men vied for your hand but none were ever good enough for you in the Phantom’s eyes. He deeply resented all of your suitors, so he terrorized them in the hopes he’d scare them into leaving the Opera House forever, never to return. But despite his best attempts, your suitors were stubborn skeptics who refused to believe in ghosts and wouldn’t leave, still insistent on pursuing you romantically. They ignored all his threats and warnings, so the Phantom murdered them all, one-by-one. He wanted to have you all to himself. You spent most of your time under the Phantom’s power, helpless to act against him in fear that he'd hurt either you or someone else in the Opera House.

He kidnapped you multiple times, with the intention of romancing you and making you his living wife so that he could buy you nice things and take you out on Sundays. He held you prisoner in a luxurious Louis-Philippe bedroom, keeping you like a songbird in a gilded cage to sing only for him. He would always drug you with a cursed fragrance to ensure your cooperation - He lived a life where trust and faith were impossible luxuries. He forced his gold wedding ring on your finger and warned you that you mustn’t lose it. You were protected so long as you wore it, and it was then that he finally revealed to you that he was called Erik. Erik’s ring was rather plain, quite old and rusty. Wedding rings were quite expensive and he didn’t have enough money to buy a new ring.

“This ring is one of my most precious possessions. This was my poor mother’s wedding ring. This ring deprived my poor mother of her freedom, instead gifting her with a hideous son. But for you, this ring symbolizes the promise of freedom. Unless you are curious as to the consequences of denying my love, then be sure to keep hold of my ring. After this damn month I promised you, you will become my bride. This was your destiny, from the moment you met the Angel of Music! You shall be mine, and stay in my damned hell with me forever! I can already hear the wedding bells! Kyrie….Kyrie.…Kyrie eleison...”

You later fell in love with and became engaged to another man. Despite the Phantom becoming increasingly controlling and aggressive towards you, you developed a case of Stockholm Syndrome so bad that you frantically urged your fiancé to take you far away from the Opera House and the Phantom before the month was out, no matter how much you begged to be taken back. Not that he had a chance to follow up on his promise…

Your paramour didn’t like that you were wearing Erik’s ring. He wanted to marry you himself and didn’t want to keep your engagement secret, despite your insistence that it had to be this way for everyone’s sake. You confided in your fiancé that you fell madly in love with the Phantom, but you were also terrified of the control he had over your soul. You couldn't recognize yourself anymore, and did whatever he told you. When your fiancé tried to tell you that you were in over your head with a man you didn't know, you gave him the familiar, "You-don't-know-anything-about-him-it's-none-of-your-business" speech.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Erik eavesdropped on you and learned of your plans to run away and elope. You thought you could escape to the roof and keep secrets from him, but you were gravely mistaken. He could be everywhere. He could see and hear everything! He could move through the walls and doors in the Opera. He couldn’t bear the prospect of you being taken away from him forever, so he rigged all the doors and windows in the Opera House so everything would be locked or stuck. No key would open anything, and no weapon or tool could break through. He sabotaged any and all attempts to escape to the outside. No horses or carriages would come to rescue you or anybody else trapped inside. And even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to do anything. Erik had fallen in love with you, became fixated on you. His restless spirit wanted you and, mark his words, he would have you. He wouldn’t be denied.

“I had given you everything, yet you chose him over me! The pain I felt would pale in comparison to the destruction that would follow.”

You and your fiancé had no other choice but to hold your nuptials in the Opera House. On your wedding day, you were thoroughly distressed when you lost Erik’s ring because you didn’t know what would happen. The mysterious Opera Ghost appeared in your vanity mirror, seeking revenge on you for your betrayal. Legend has it that, while you were preparing in your room, the Phantom lured your fiancé up into the discreet and secluded attic, where he hanged him by the neck from the rafters with his Punjab Lasso. In the ballroom, the bride sat alone. The wedding march played and you waited, but many hours went by with no sign of your groom. Guests slowly filed away, leaving you alone in the makeshift church with the staff. You kept telling the butlers and maids that he would come.

"Someday," you told yourself, "he will come.”

And so, having never taken off your wedding dress or dropped your bouquet, in preparation for your beloved’s return, you wandered the Opera House aimlessly, singing melancholy songs of lost love. Erik found the ring and he gave it back to you, forcing it on your finger once more. This time he made sure your soul would be bound to his and you could never take it off. You became infuriated when you learned your "Angel" was, in actuality, a malevolent specter with the appearance of a rotting corpse. He tricked you. He took advantage of you in your fragile and vulnerable emotional state while you were grieving your father, whom he murdered. Just like how he murdered your fiancé and God knows who else. Your capacity to anger was much more pronounced when you briefly attacked him and finally snarled at him that you hated him and you had no sympathy for him after all the evil he’d done.

“Who are you really?”

“Have you forgotten your Angel of Music already? I shall show you everything and make you remember! Don’t you dare raise your hand to me! What you see is who I am. Who I’ve always been. Who I will always be. Do you like what you see? Know,” he shouted, while his throat throbbed and panted like a furnace, “know that I am built up of death from head to foot and that it is a corpse that loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you! Your freedom had nothing to do with letting you marry that unworthy man. Did you truly think I'd let you get away with your affair? I did what I had to, for our love! I will kill all who stand in our way and set you free! You will curse the day you betrayed me.”

You were the obsession of a nigh-unstoppable, hideous, insane, stalking serial killer who wanted to marry you and keep you underground with him forever until you died. The vulnerability of being the trapped love of a monster was especially palpable as when you took a bath in Erik’s lair you kept some scissors close by, ready to kill yourself - out of the fear Erik would rape you while you were naked. While Erik never forced himself on you and showed no interest in anything of a sexual nature, he still wanted you to never leave his side. That domination he had over you was very unsettling, especially given how traumatized you were by it.

When Erik prepared to force you to marry him, you attempted to kill yourself to escape him by stabbing yourself or slitting your wrists or throat with the scissors, but Erik intervened and took those away from you. You then bashed your head against a wall, hoping you’d be sent to Heaven or Hell to escape him. The soft darkness of nothing, in all of its shadowed velvet embrace, would be better than this Purgatory you found yourself in. You didn’t succeed. The Phantom stopped you from killing yourself by tying you to a chair. Another sigh, deeper, more tremendous still, came from the abysmal depths of your soul.

"Why did you cry out, my love?”

"Because I am in pain, Erik."

"I thought I had frightened you."

"Erik, unloose my bonds…Am I not your prisoner?"

"You will try to kill yourself again."

You once again sat at your dresser in your boudoir, an old woman, crying and rubbing your eyes with a tissue. Your dress that was once a pristine white became stained with gray and brown spots. From dust and…dirt or dried blood? You couldn’t remember. Your bouquet of red roses became black. What manner of sorrow could rob a rose of its very color? Tear-stained letters between you, your fiancé, a friend, and your father could be seen sitting on a table, along with your wedding portrait. What a pity it would remain incomplete. What a pity your groom-who-never-was-to-be would never get his portrait painted to hang alongside yours.

Erik still inhabited the Opera House, laughing and mocking your human devotion to your intended husband. There was no reason why he did all these evil deeds, and even if there was one, he apparently loved to do it. In the following years, he invited his dead and demonic friends from the afterlife to fill the Opera House in an eternal party. Your wedding march became a sinister organ rendition of the Phantom’s own design, his music scores written in dark red ink - Wait, not ink, blood. Fret not, beloved, for if he drew all these music scores with his blood, he wouldn’t be standing here before you. This piece was either a wedding mass or a requiem mass. It was up to you to decide.

A dark curse fell upon the Opera House. The state of it and the surrounding grounds was slowly transformed and corrupted by the evil forces, until it was abandoned indefinitely, with you presumably dying inside, never having found your groom. In present day it’s derelict and the grounds are overrun with bramble, plants, and trees that have grown wild. All the flowers have died and can no longer grow in tainted soil.

“Oh, how long I have waited for this day! Welcome back, my love. Welcome to my realm. Here our lives will begin anew. This time I will make you love me. This time you won’t leave me. This time…you will stay with me forever. You denied me love, and I shall deny you freedom.”

Erik has condemned the poor bride to haunt the Opera House for all eternity. To this day, it’s believed that the Opera House is still haunted by yours and Erik’s ghosts, along with his 999 ghastly guests. He continues to haunt you from beyond the grave. Unlike the rest of the ghosts who are lost and wandering souls, he's a purely evil and homicidal spirit who enjoys being cruel, and seems intent on tormenting you. You remain vigilant in the search for your lost love, but waiting for over a century for your groom - and living with Erik’s abuse - has taken its toll on you.

So desperate for true love and affection after years of loneliness and maltreatment from the Phantom, you propose to anyone who dares to step foot inside the Opera House, in the vain hope that one of them will save you and take you away from here. When that doesn’t work, you urge them to turn back. If they don’t heed your first warnings, you point them in the right direction and try to help them escape the Opera House while Erik taunts them. You warn them against going down certain hallways, knowing they’d lead straight into deadly traps or Erik himself, but sometimes they’re so afraid and on edge that they don’t stop to think or listen to you. Your attempts to save people from Erik don’t always succeed, but you keep trying anyway as an act of defiance against him. Many guests have entered the Opera house and only a lucky few have ever made it back out, but that few is enough to motivate you to keep fighting against Erik.

Erik’s disembodied voice greets the guests as he makes an impassioned speech about the beauty that once lived in the Opera House, insisting that beauty lives here still, before lightning strikes and a cloaked man is visible from the rafters, hanging your groom. His corpse swings down above everyone’s heads, sometimes with a sickening crack as if his neck has just been broken. The Phantom materializes in the conservatory only as a shadow, invisibly playing the piano, then in the ballroom, standing in a shattered window obscured by darkness, laughing at the crying bride. A few rooms later, he’s standing outside the Bride’s Boudoir and makes himself fully visible to you as a skeleton-faced man, a living corpse.

The Phantom is next seen laughing and gesturing to your coffin - an unmarked, ornate black tomb where you will find no rest nor peace. Guests who touch it feel warmth emanating from beneath the coffin’s lid while something inside is pulsing. The rhythmic vibrations give off the sensation of a beating heart that’s still pumping blood. Erik appears one last time, staring down at you from a window on the second floor of the Opera House before finally disappearing. He intends to never, ever let you leave the Opera House. Are the subsequent guests who come to visit going mad or is this place truly haunted? What sort of sick fantasy is this?

Those brave enough to venture down below into the catacombs beneath the Opera House and fortunate enough to survive the dark and disorienting descent down into Erik’s lair will find a crypt that holds a black coffin that matches yours. There’s an inscription in the stone. It reads, “Here Lies the Angel of Music”. Is this where the Opera Ghost is buried? But wait, that doesn’t make any sense! The Phantom of the Opera is just a myth, an urban legend, a ghost story to scare kids. It was just a tactic to boost public interest in the Opera House and increase ticket sales and tourism! Why would a person who never truly existed have a tomb? Erik isn’t real or alive…or is he? Is this a stage prop? Upon opening it, there’s no corpse or human remains! A single black rose is all that lay in the Opera Ghost’s grave!

The foolish mortals can hear the Phantom’s maniacal laughter as they make a dismaying observation: This chamber has no windows and no doors…Which offers them this chilling challenge: To find a way out! Of course, there’s always his way…

[astronomodome]

gothic horror AU where monster hunter Doc teams up with a werewolf and a mad scientist to take down a trio of vampires known as the Buttercup Council. Then shenanigans ensue

[eveningearlgrey]

Percilot Gothic Horror AU

This AU is inspired by the song below.

It all started in a modern day. Percy was invited to his friend's countryside manor for a summer vacation. Despite being there for the first time ever, the place gave Percy a nostalgic feeling the moment he stepped in. It felt like coming back home, as if he used to be there before.

On the first night, Percy had a dream of dancing in a fancy ballroom with another man. He had no idea who he was dancing with since he couldn't see the other man's face properly(it could be a masquerade ball or Percy just couldn't remember after waking up). However, he felt attracted to that man, the dancing partner in his dream. Percy was happy to be with him, at some point he almost wished that they could dance forever.

As Percy continued to stay in the manor, dreams also occurred more frequently, more vivid in details as if it actually happened. He dreamt about going to a picnic, reading a book in a study room, and taking a stroll near the manor with this mysterious man staying next to his side in every dream. But the strangest thing happened during late night when maids in the manor found Percy, still in sleepwalking state, dancing alone in the corridor.

Percy, with help from his friend, started to do some research about the place and its previous owner. Until they found an old painting collecting dust in the corner of the attic. It was a painting of a man, probably in the Victorian era.

"James…"

Somehow, this name popped up in Percy's mind when he saw the painting. And when they turned it around, there was a name written on the other side of the canvas. 

It's James. James Spencer.

At this point, everyone was very much concerned about Percy's condition and decided to send him to stay at the nearest hotel. Then, on the night that was supposed to be his last night, Percy had a dream again. But this time James was also there, pleading, begging him to stay, saying that he couldn't bear the thought of losing him again.

From now on, the story continued. As Percy dug through the history of the previous owner's tragic past, unraveled secrets hiding in the manor until he discovered the truth about himself.

Or rather, the truth about his past.

(Summary : It's ghost James and human Percival. They were lovers in their past life, but for some reason James's soul was still bound to the manor, while Percival was reincarnated into the persent-day Percy.)

[the-monstrous-children-au]

Is there anyone interested in this AU who watched Imagination Movers as a little? Do you remember Knit Knots, the beige guy? Who always wanted everything to be boring, but he took it to such an extreme that it looped around and became absurd again? His favorite color is beige. His favorite flavors are "plain" and "bland." He goes out of his way to explain all his choices and how each one contributed to the absolute monotony of his endeavors with muted enthusiasm. He was my favorite character, and also how I learned about beige. (Which turned out to be my favorite color after green. Interestingly enough.)

This is my main inspiration for how Utterson will be as a teacher. The original novella goes out of it's way to impress upon you how dull Utterson is. He's going to do the explain-y thing, because there are no words to describe how delightfully silly I thought it was when I was little. I did not understand him at all, but I loved it.

Hey, @lukas-broken-bow, this what you wanted, right? I don't know that I'm going to do anything with Enfeild, I'm sorry.

[mister13eyond]

asked for suggestions and @monsterkissed had the brilliant suggestion for gothic horror au x vin and demon crew and well.... damian's sleep paralysis demon is getting kinda obsessive.... 🫢🫢🫣

[alintalzin]

I'd read this.

Gothic Victorian Avengers

[timesnewnoir]

[ocs] what if you died of consumption in victorian england and your lady best friend whom you kinda hv slight homoerotic tension with slowly descent into madness trying to revive you through necromancy

[120daysofsodomm]

cr : PailletMaena

[verlaineszz]

hi!! Can you write a yandere ghost dazai x human fem reader fic?

A/N: of course!! (✦ ‿ ✦) I've been actually meaning to write a ghost dazai but a yandere? Oohhhhh sounds great! :D, thanks for submitting this lovely request of yours anon(≧▽≦)!

YOUR SILHOUETTE A PALE MIST, BURY ME IN YOUR KISS!

ᯓ ⁺₊ ๋࣭ ⭑♡— YANDERE! GHOST! Dazai X HUMAN FEM! Reader!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SUMMARY: Nearby a forest, there was a 1862 Victorian Mansion that still had strong walls and doors that stood strong against winds and storms. But there was something weird about the home, the past owners of the home were either found dead or moved out for good after just a week.

It was rumoured that it was haunted by a vengeful spirit, but no one dared to banish it or call in a priest.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ☠︎︎— HORROR + ANGST + SUGGESTIVE(?) + FLUFF

A/N: FINALLY A NORMAL REQUEST!! anyway, this fanfic may be abit long but apologies since you never really specified your preference for the fic but I'll try!! :D i haven't written yandere in a year so let's see what i can do. （＾ω＾）

𓂃 ࣪˖ ༒︎— WARNINGS : Blood, Death, Suggestive (?) , cursing, SLIGHT(???) GORE

You were currently moving in the old 1862 Victorian Mansion that was rumored to be haunted, obviously it was sold pretty cheap through the online site and the decor of it was absolutely marvelous, which made you not even care if it was haunted or not.. It was so cheap and so beautiful that how could you not buy it?..

The boxes of your things are already in your home and all you have to do is to unpack. You started unpacking and moving things around.

During your little unpacking session, you were gonna walk up the stairs but notice that there was this portrait shape that was covered with a red cloth that wasn't shown in the pictures online, you put the boxes down and decided to remove the cloth. When you slowly slipped the red cloth off the big portrait, there showed a man wearing a white jabot, blue and gold coat and a soft smile. This made you take a step back and look up and down to analyze the painting, the painting of the ridiculously attractive man.. Weird as hell!

You scoff and turn around to continue unpacking your things, but the second you turned around, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. You ignored the feeling and continue unpacking.

While you were unpacking, dazai— the phantom of the house that is the original owner of the home was watching you, it was new to him.. A female unmarried tenant? This might be his best bet to scare the living shit of you, since he hasn't gotten a female tenant yet.

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The unpacking was done and you were visibly tired, immediately crashing on the red floral patterned couch that was in the living room. The whole place looked old but aesthetically pleasing. There was a fireplace, a grand piano, a grandfather clock, bookshelf and a coffee table with a wood vase of belledonna. You sigu and cross your legs, tilting your headback, this scene wasn't unnoticed by the ghost of dazai osamu. He was watching you with curious intent, he was sure that he'd have you dead or gone in no time since he never liked anybody living in his home. But since you were.. Really pretty.. Why not toy with you for a bit before placing your life in a casket?

During the first night, you were there on the bed in your new room, scrolling on your phone before looking at the time, it was 9:56 pm..you gotta take a shower before going to bed since you had work tomorrow. You stood up and removed your clothing before grabbing a robe and entering the bathroom, you turn the water on and began showering, as you showered, you still felt a creep run down your spine, as if you were being watched.

In dazai point of view, he was staring at your bare face, he smirked and checked you up and down.. Seeing your hips, thighs, waist.. And... He chuckled silently, seeing you showering without a clue that you were being watched, he quickly left and decided to give you some privacy.

After showering, you slid into a thin night gown before laying down on the canopy bed and scrolling on your phone, but as you laid down it felt strangely cold, the windows were closed so how could this be cold? You wondered before the bedside lights started ti flicker, but you quickly dismissed it as old house quirks— "must be some random Victorian magic or something.." you mutter before you continue scrolling on your phone, dazai continued to observe you in the shadows, sometimes moving places from time to time to look like shadows were moving which you unfortunately did not notice.

He pouted as he noticed that you didn't see the subtle appearances he did before planning of a way to get a reaction out of you.

You put down your phone and decided to sleep, it was now 10:23 and you really needed sleep. You stare at the canopy beds ceiling before slowly closing your eyes, your chest rising up and down slowly, a sight that dazai found warm. He stared at you with a grin as the moonlight through the window shined upon your body.

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When you woke up, you felt like a hand was playing with you hair.. You immediately sat up straight and looked around, feeling spooked before taking a deep breath and getting out of bed to get ready to go to work then meet up with your boyfriend.

Whem you left, dazai stayed there, thinking about how to scare you even more, so when you left, he rearranged some of the stuff in yours house, small mischievous giggles came out of his mouth while doing so.

A few hours later.. The second you arrive back home and bring in your boyfriend, dazais expression from afar turned im disgust, obviously he didn't like other men in his house, especially when the man was with you when he just got a pretty lady in his humble abode!

your boyfriend wasn't really the most supportive person in the world or nicest.. He was just there, you didn't even know how you and him managed to get together when the whole relationship only felt one sided.

"This place looks.. Err.. Old.. You like this shit?" your boyfriend asked with a unimpressed look.

This left dazai pissed since he wasn't only in his house and taking you away from him but he was also insulting your choice in houses..

You and your boyfriend walked up the stairs to your room for some alone time, he sat there on your bed in a reckless way, he just laid there like he owned the place. He scrolled on his phone as you sit beside him on the right side of the bed and hug his arm, your boyfriend clearly couldn't care less which made dazai grumble silently in the corner of darkness.

You and your boyfriend were.. "cuddling" on your bed as he scrolled on his phone, probably lookin at other women before dazai got fed up and whispered something in his left ear to scare him— "get out, you scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens a little, looking at you with a pretty annoyed look, "did you just call me something?.." he looked at you, visibly pissed, pushing your arm away from him. "What?? I didn't?" you replied back with an innocent look, dazai watched the scene, not wanting to resort to something else to not scare you away from him, he looks at your innocent face, though he can see you, both of you amd your boyfriend couldn’t see him.

"yeah right." your boyfriend scoffed, moving you away from him before he continue scrolling back on his phone, dazai clearly picked up that your boyfriend did not get the memo.

A few minutes later, your boyfriend stands up, eyes glued to his phone— "im gonna go find the bathroom."

When he found the bathroom, he did his business and started to wash his hands, The bathroom had a bathtub with gold stands, a small chandelier, a mirror, a silver faucet and a white and gold marbled sink, on the sink was some soap and a razors. The lights started suddenly flickering, your boyfriend scoffed in Annoyance. "why the hell did that bitch buy such a shabby old house..?!" he muttered while washing his hands before met with a cold feeling behind him, he ignored the feeling but it was obviously lingering. His eyes were just on his hands as he washed and washed and washed, he kept coating his hands with soap as he continue rubbing violently, the lights started flickering more frantically. "fuck"

A whisper was heard from behind your boyfriends back, "off", your boyfriend gulps as he washed his hands more violently, he couldn't move. He couldn't look up. He didn't wanna look at the mirror infront of him to see what was behind. "scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens as he started to shake, he felt a hand wrap around his throat tightly, he looked up and saw nothing behind him but he felt something wrapped around his neck that was choking him. He coughed and coughed but when he looked down back to the running water and his hands, his hands were bleeding. Most of his hands skin was torn off, he looked at what he was holding and it was the blades. He hasn't been washing his hands the whole time.. He was getting cut.

He immediately sprinted out the bathroom, leaving the water and light on. You heard the opening of door bang againts the wall, you stood up from your bed and looked outside your room, by the time you went ouside your room, you saw your boyfriend sprint out of your house. "Hey! Wait! Where are you going!!" you yelled with a concerned tone, but when you yelled it, he was already gone. Your eyebrows furrowed in disappointment, your shoulders slumped, not understanding why he just left all of the sudden.

Dazai on the other hand was overjoyed. He even turned the sink and lights off for you to not waste water and electricity. Ah.. Only if you knew what he did.. He just saved you from your little toxic relationship, he really wanted to hear your voice praise him.

The day after that, you tried texting your boyfriend to only be met with blocked profiles and one messags, "we're done."

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The haunting within your home escalates, multiple of your things was dissappearing or either misplaced somewhere.. There were nights where you'd be on your phone scrolling while comfortably laid down on your bed where you could hear whispers. It was either your name or threats— "Get out." - "[Your name], [Your name]"

It was a smooth deep voice that whispered subtly in your ear that gave you chills running down your spine, this honestly frightened you but you already paid full and moved all your stuff in so there was no way a little ghost or hallucination was gonna make you move out! Especially since this might've been the reasom why your son of a bitch boyfriend broke up with you, so.. why not keep the house?

The more you didn't budge through dazais antics, the more you pique dazais interest and attraction. You laid there on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you felt the vacant part of your bed get cold. You sigh— "does it always get cold whenever im not around?.." you mutter, still quite sad from the newly break up text before going back on your phone, suddenly one of your coats that was hung on the coat hanger on the side of room fell, you sigh in Annoyance and stood up, putting it back before you were met with a hand caressing your waist, "eek!" you squeeled before turning around to be met with.. Nothing.

You immediately ran back to your bed, hiding under the covers and forcing yourself to sleep, you stayed under the blankets, eye open and thinking about the situation. You're very sure now that it wasn't hallucinations and there really was something in your home, but the hand.. It felt human. It was cold but soft and gentle, not like the hands of your ex boyfriend.. You thought about more of the relationship between you and your boyfriend and realize that he never actually exchanged touches with you.. You were the one always handing it out but he never gave it back, this made your stomach hurl and you slowly slipped the blanket off of your upper body for air.. You stared at the canopy beds ceiling and tears left your eyes, "that bastard.." you mutter as you cried, you suddenly covered your face with your hands and groaned, turning to your side and cried in anger and sorrows.

The same gentle hands were on your waist, the hands that caressed you with deep devotion that you've never experienced before.. This is what you craved for.. You turn around and see nothing, you look around and you sit up, the room was dimly lit by the moonlight, casting a silvery glow over the old furniture. You wipe your tears before hearing a deep suave voice— "Don't cry now, bella.. Don't let tears stain your pretty face."

You feel your breath bunch up in your throat, "who are you?.." you mutter, trying to hide your fear.

"mm.. Nobody." dazai replies back, his voice was everywhere.. You couldn't tell where it was coming from.. If it was from left, right, front or from behind, the non visible hand on your waist slowly went down, giving a small squeeze to your hips before you woke up.

The sun was raised high as you looked at your window, you sit up and rub your eyes.. Was it all just a dream? Why did it felt so real? And why did you crave more of those little touches?..

The little touches that dazai gave you was subtle but full of devotion, he didn't even know that he would become so intrigued by you this quickly that he wanted to watch your every single move. He looked at you staring at nothing, perhaps you were in deep thought in his eyes..

He loved the way your lips would turn into a smile, he loved how your brows would furrow, he loved the way you breathed, the way you talked, the way you move, it was all fascinating to him.. He has been alone and lonely in the Victorian Mansion without any suitors..and you were visibly his type.

You started off you day with breakfast then taking a shower, you take off your clothes and looked at the mirror before hanging your towel, just when you were gonna turn around, you see a figure with brunette hair with their elbow on the sink edge and resting their face against their palm in a flash, you look back but nothing was there. You shrugged it off and continue to take a shower.

After showering and getting ready, you researched about the mansion and learned that there was an earl who used to own it but unfortunately died due to a murder, his name was dazai osamu, he was known to be popular amongst the ladies back in the 1860's before he died in 1872. You checked the pictures of him and it was exactly like the portrait by the stairs..

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Every single night became intimate, you always saw him in your dreams and you always felt like you were getting watched.. Which turned invasive, dazai just wanted every part of you.

Night after night, he always gave you touch without showing hisself, but you already knew what he looked like through the painting.. But what made you feel guilty was that you couldn't touch him back, though his touches were random at night, it still gave you chills.

You lay calmly on your bed, you stare at the canopy beds ceiling as the nonvisible hand moves the hair out of your face, this was weird.. And you knew you needed to end it some way somehow.

Dazais feelings of making you stray away or die were now completely gone, he just wanted you by his side. He wanted you to be his.

You move to your side and look up, only to be met with a young man with brunette hair, brown eyes and a gentle smile. Your eyes widens and you look at him, was this really him?.. He grins and he caresses your cheek, "Do you enjoy my company, bella?" he asked in a soft suave tone, your eyes quickly relaxes as you slightly blush— "i guess so."

RING! RING! RING! Aw.. It was your stupid alarm, you open your eyes and look to the side to be met with nothing.. This was the first time you genuinely saw his face up close in real life.. You sigh and get ready for your day to go back to work.

You get ready and go down the stairs, trying to find your keys.

Dazai on the other hand, was holding your keys, he didn't want you Going anywhere. You looked and looked and looked.. But to no avail, nothing. Your workplace was pretty far and since you were near the woods, little to no cabs were around so you decided to call in sick. You began undressing, removing your work clothes and slipping into something more comfortable...

Dazais plans were to stop you from leaving the house in every single possible way. Night falls dark and the moon had risen up, leaving a pale glow outside, you were currently trying to think of what houses would be possible to stay in to finally escape the ghost who played games with you but as you were thinking on your bed, you went on your laptop and you scrolled on homes that were available, while you were scrolling, the laptop immediately closed as a hand wrapped around your waist, feeling a cold aura behind you. "what were you looking at bella?" he rests his chin on your shoulder, you sat there frozen before turning to him and being met with his pretty face.. His pale skin and brunette hair was a criminal combination, his face was so close to yours as he hugged you tightly from behind.

"..." you couldn't muster up a sentence.. "You aren't thinking about leaving me.. Are you [Your name]?.." he looked at you with pretty eyes.

"i.. Was just looking at houses." you replied back with a half life half truth statement. Dazai clinged onto you, it felt oddly comforting.. "You know im just here to protect you, Right? I'll treat you waaay better than that little ex of yours, my dear." he whispered in your ear in a possesive tone, blush crept up to your cheeks as he held you tightly, you looked at him and his gaze fell onto your lips, he examined your pretty face, though he was dead, he felt oddly giddy because he gets to hold you while your pretty face was close to his.

"You'll stay with me, got it? You're mine and no one else's."

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Dazais desire to be with you turned insanely strong, so strong that be believed in something obsessive, every day he'd find ways to try and painlessly take your life without even realizing it, you already knew. You walked around the halls in your home knowing that at any second, the ghost who haunted you could come and just swoop you, you were confused why he wanted to kill you? You thought he loved you.. So why did he want to kill you?

You decided to confront him about it. As soon as it hit nightfall, you laid down on your bed and waited for his presence to immerge since his energy was stronger during night, as you feel his soft cold hands touch you waist, you grab his hand and turn to him, "What the hell have you been trying to do..!?" you ask in an angered confused tone.

He looks at you with slightly wide eyes before reverting back to normal, "oh whatever do you mean bella?" he tried to play it off.

"Why have you been trying to kill me!?"

"... I love you okay? I'm doing all of this for you." he said sternly, holding your hand softly and kissing peppering it with kisses.

Eventually the two of you broke out into a fight, though he tried to explain hisself, he really didn't wanna fight you. He just wanted you to understand that all he has done was for you. And he wanted for you to understand.

He gripping onto your waist, burying his face on the nape of your neck, his expression soft but disappointed..

"you really dont understand, don't you? I love you. And i'll do anything just to have you as mine."

His tone was low but it gave a hint of obsession.

"Please. Just dont go.. I- i can't keep being alone in this place. You're all i have." he muttered, his voice slightly whiny but full of sorrows as he held you tighter.

You felt awful, he loved you like no other and treated you better than anyone of your exes, though he was dead, he would love to kiss your lips again and again.

He held onto you tightly as you kept quiet, sighing before replying back— "If you keep this up, I'll move out. I'm serious."

Dazais eyes widens and the words that left your lips broke him since his body was buried under his house, his soul couldn't leave the mansion whatsoever, "Please! I can't lose you. Not now, not ever! Please! Give me a chance!" he gripped onto your clothing, "i love you more than my own existence, you're the only thing keeping me feel alive again and sane in this place, this place feels like an asylum! Don't.. Go." his voice cracked as he pleaded for you, tears was already beaded on his tear ducts, he didn't want you to go, he felt lost like some puppy, he just wanted you to stay with him, eternally.

He was so obsessed that he wanted to bind your soul with his so you could be his, together and forever in the afterlife.

A/N: originally, i was planning to make dazai kill reader but today i wanted to leave a cliffhanger. Thank you for reading and i really enjoyed this request!! :D I'll try to get into more yandere themes so i could do better in the future, thanks again anon for this lovely request of yours （＾ω＾）

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[ghost-dusk]

Hello hello!!

For my @bumblebybigbang and first ever entry I got to work with the two sweetest people

Please check out @strangelythirsty ‘s fic here and @chromiumalien ‘s artwork for it as well!!

Speaking of which, i also got the opportunity to work along Chrome to make this collab!!

They were in charge of Yang and the background and I got to work on Blake and the Grimm!

(Beware spoilers ahead if you haven’t read it!)

Hope you guys like it!

As a side treat, concept art!!

[mother-lee]

october

[lambmotifz]

am i the only one who doesn’t like normal/regular wincest au

because all the supernatural storylines are the main factor that makes their dynamic so special. wincest without horror elements just. isn’t wincest

[suv-draws-stuff]

a doctor, a lawyer, and... some gremlin, but its old woman yuri this time

(both jekyll and hyde are more of a gender fuckery in this one tbh)

bonus doodles below the cut (BODY HORROR WARNING)

[abominable-space-they]

Just thinking about different iterations of gothic romance demon/monster killer/stalker LuLaw au's for Halloween season

An Au in which Law has his devil fruit powers but is also some sort of supernatural killer. I'm always partial to werewolves and vampires

The Donquixote Brothers did get Law the op op fruit but at his young age, he couldn't use it effectively enough to cure himself so he was still dying

Out of desperation, moral ambiguity, and shared hyperfixation on power. The brothers reconcile to find a new solution to buy Law more time. They successfully track down a werewolf/vampire & have him turned

Law, now an adult lives day to day as a Donquixote Pirates lieutenant The Surgeon of Death, one of their fleet captains and leader in his own right.

In the daytime he keeps his supernatural nature under wraps with his devil fruit power but his reputation still proceeds him, death follows him wherever he goes.

The combination of his monster nature and his op op fruit suppression makes him a berserker who's very difficult to trigger. In times of duress/stress/hightened emotion, during full moons, when exposed to blood and violence, his mask can slip

Usually just a little, sometimes a lot

To keep his natural thirst for blood under control he hunts Marines, competing pirates, and ppl he just doesn't like at night, in complete secrecy. Not even his uncle's and benefactors know how deep his monstrous need to hunt goes.

Then there's Luffy, semi professional pain in the ass, active threat to the status quo, and irrepressibly cheerful, juggernaut of violent positivity.

They meet on the battlefield Sabaody and then again in Dressrosa, Luffy takes apart the gladiator system and the slave auctions but doesn't depose Doflamingo & Corazón as the leaders is Dressrosa and The Donquixote Pirates bc he doesn't know who they are yet and doesn't really care. His goals are to fight the emperors of the sea not waste his time on kings, warlords, and crime bosses

Law sees it as no real loss, he's been pushing his uncles to get out of the slave trade for years. It's bad optics, messy, and its gives to many of their resources to the government etc

He doesn't love it anyway, he remembers being powerless. Good riddance to bad business.

After he fights Luffy, Law gets a little obsessed with him, he's just so bright, so... Law doesn't know, something about him makes Law desperately hungry. He starts hunting more often

It escalates to watching Luffy anytime he can, anyway he can, though he likes doing it in person best, following the effervescent glowing scent of Strawhat in the air, wherever he goes

It's more intimate

Eventually it escalates to Law taking Luffy in the dead of night. He wants a taste and anyway everywhere Luffy goes he leaves chaos in his wake.

Law hates chaos.

Once Luffy's captured, Law is absolutely certain he's about to have everything he's ever wanted

Everything he's ever needed.

Luffy, who's being annoyingly chill about the whole kidnapped by a murderous monster thing, reveals himself to be a Demon

That's what the D is for silly Torao

Law swears that's stupid, he has a D too, he's not a demon or a half demon or anything else

Luffy just laughs, are you sure?

Maybe Law's not so sure. Would Doffy & Rosi know if he was? Would they tell him if they did?

Luffy starts teasing Law then, tells him he's been watching Law hunt him for months, that he's been waiting, luring him in, hungry for him to make his move.

He wants Law to fight him, to bite him, to taste him. He wants to taste Torao again too.

He decided months ago on Dressrosa, the first time he tasted a little of Law's exquisite blood, all that power and passion, that he was going to make Law his forever.

The consummation of that relationship is extremely violent. They couldn't be happier.

Pirates and Marines alike tremble at the news of their union

[mister13eyond]

I will be very glad if you make a post as soon as you finish and post a text transcript, I will really look forward to successful work for you, I love you and your creativity! <3

I HAD SOME FREE TIME SO <3 I have posted a transcript that you can download with the book on itch.io!

It's a .txt file, so you should be able to open it with any text reader app. I hope this helps!

Thank you again for caring about my work, you are so kind! It makes me so happy!! Have a wonderful day!