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Beber de tu sangre. (Drinking from your blood)

This is inspired by this song and you definitely should listen to it: Beber de tu sangre.

Summary: Lucifer is afraid of losing the love of his life.

Warnings: Hurt and angst, although there's some comfort. Depictions of death, distress, depression, anxiety, nightmares and sorrow.

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Demons were not the sort of creature that used to die. Certainly, they would get ill sometimes, very often in some cases due to the rebellious nature they embraced that put their well-being at stake frequently, however, almost none of those were serious enough to put their lives at risk. 

That was why the doctor could not help but be concerned about the call he had just received a few minutes ago, he remembered the dark voice on the other side of the phone whilst he dashed through the cobblestone streets for the Demon Lord's Castle, where he had been summoned to with such urgency, and to his surprise, even with a threat to his life in between the request coming by Lucifer himself. Whatever the issue was, it was something beyond the abilities of the ruler of the Devildom to handle, and he feared Lord Diavolo's fate was imitating his father's, and his stomach twisted at the idea. 

The environment was overflowed with a heavy feeling of distress. The low rank demons walked up and down the halls of the castle as if something was going to happen, something serious, since everyone was busy and yet, the expression read on their faces was sorrow and anguish, but overall, fear. As if they were the ones whose life was inevitably doomed. Furthermore, the dismal darkness the castle's hallways were always drowned in, gave the doctor a terribly feeling of trepidation. 

Their expressions and the impression left on him were erased from his mind as soon as he walked in the room he had been asked to come, and he noticed the demon standing by the bed: a night black shadow with gloved hands over his chest, hair as troubled as his mind; fire burning in his eyes, the darkness making those terrible eyes outstand in it, and he knew those eyes could kill, literally.  The demon's teeth stock out his mouth, his tongue licked them, producing a malicious gesture; the description of impatience was complete with his foot tapping as though he was marking the beat of an orchestra playing a funeral march.  

The doctor plodded with shaking legs towards the demon, he had motioned over him, indicating him to speed up his pace. 

"I assume you're expecting something to happen? What are you waiting for? Waste no more time and comply with your medical obligations!"

The demon urged and the doctor did as he was prompted, feeling a weight on his back, as if Lucifer's shadow was over him. 

"What is the problem?" The demon asked, his patience had been consumed by the doctor's fear and slow manners that were reflected in his demeanour. 

The doctor took a second to breath, since he had been almost unable to do it before, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally cleared his throat before speaking despite the growing tiredness shown in the demon's threatening expression, his own voice at the point of breaking.

"It's- it's" he stuttered; usually, Lucifer enjoyed when people showed how much scared they were of him, but on this occasion, he could not appreciate it when he had a dismal feeling eating him up. His solely expression forced the terrified doctor to continue his explanation, after clearing his throat and breathing in: "It's- nothing serious. It's some kind of poisoning due to something in bad condition she ingested, she'll be fine, I will supply some antibiotic injections and, in a couple of weeks, or so, she'll be completely recovered, after that she'll have to take some vitamins, especially, some vitamin D, the paleness of her skin is due to the lack of it". 

Lucifer breathed out in relief and placed his gloved fingers over his eyelids, turning his back to the doctor, who took some minutes more before leaving, since he had applied the first jab to his patient. 

"Thank you" the girl whispered, she was tired, but she was grateful for all the attention she was receiving, even if she thought it was not something she was in need of. 

"Is she allowed to return home now?" Lucifer had never really agreed to having the girl moving to the Castle, he had only accepted because Diavolo would make his best doctor, and therefore, the most capable in the Devildom, to pay her a visit as soon as possible.

"Yes, but she has to rest. Please, avoid stressful situations and unhealthy food and habits... I guess I'll see her tomorrow at the House of Lamentation for the second injection, is that right?"

Both men nodded in silent agreement, the doctor left in haste, and Lucifer slumped on the chair next to the bed, relieved. He had thought he would lose her for sure after that, after all, her face and limbs had turned completely red and she had had problems with breathing, some fever and he knew damn well humans were fragile; he took her hand in his, she was still weak. 

"I told you I was fine". 

She whispered; exhaustion drowned her voice. A smile was drawn in her face, and Lucifer tried to mimic it. He did not fool anyone, but she was lacking energy at the moment, and she needed to sleep, so his fake expression went unnoticed. 

It was not the first time he felt that sort of fear, a different kind of horror that devoured his senses, and made him tremble. It was fear in anticipation, uncertainty, trepidation... he could not handle it anymore, it was the fear for something that hadn't happened yet, but the time it would happen would come at some point without notice, and he would not be able to do anything to prevent it from happening; the thought of it would eat away at him every day. It would be a shadow in the bright moments shared with the woman he loved, that would haunt him in his sleep. The mere thought of his happiness coming to an end was scarier than anything he had ever experienced, he could even face his fall a second time, he would give anything just to be able to keep her. While he watched her peacefully sleeping, he decided, he had to do something.

-

"Satan, may I borrow the book I asked you about?"

Things had settled once they had returned home, and everybody's concerns had vanished into the air as soon as they saw the colour returning to the girls' cheeks, and the house was being messy and loud as usual once more. 

Satan frowned, he had forgotten about it, it was rare Lucifer needed his help, especially because Lucifer could go anywhere and get any book he was in need of... was it an only edition then? 

"What would I get in exchange?" The other replied. 

Lucifer sighed, but he reminded himself he was willing to risk everything now he had started to put his plan into action. 

"I will pay your price, now if you do not mind, I would like to have the book now". 

Satan could not refuse such a valuable opportunity and fulfilled the wishes of his older brother, without asking any questions, whatever it was must have been important.

The girl's aftermath was tough; the injections she received were painful, and her daily regular activities had had to be ceased, thus, she found herself in a dispiriting bedroom all day and all night on her own. The brothers were especially busy those days due to the school duties they had to comply with and the upcoming exams, furthermore, autumn was a busy season for the Devildom and the preparations for Diavolo's birthday, Harvest celebrations, and of course, Halloween were taking place. So, as aloof as some of the brothers were, they were forced to contribute to the organisation of those events whether they liked it or not, after all they were the members of the student council. 

They would pop up from time to time, though, they would infiltrate through her bedroom's door in silence, trying to pass unnoticed; they would keep her company some minutes before bedtime, before Lucifer's yells turned into threats; it was disappointing, he was the only one who never made an appearance during the fortnight she had been locked up, since he had seemed so concerned about her health before and had promised to keep her safe and sound. She would not say it out loud, but she wished she could feel his embrace, especially when complete darkness invaded her bedroom, the cold struck her fragile bones, and the nightmares harassed her during the nighttime, and she had no one to hold on to in the middle of that oneiric despair.

Days went by like that, and she soon was able to go back to her routine. The doctor had told her, she would be fine as long as she kept watching her habits and taking her vitamins, so she was now as busy as the rest of the members of the house were, getting involved in her academic activities and holiday preparations.

"Where are you going, MC?"  She was rushing through the house with a determined look on her face.

"Lucifer has to approve this transaction; I wish Mammon did not take every opportunity to steal from the family's checking account so I could spend more than 100 grimm without having to ask Lucifer for his signature every time". The young woman rolled her eyes amid of her explanation at Satan, who agreed in silence. 

"Nevertheless, I highly doubt he's in his bedroom". 

She stopped for a second and sighed.

"Did he leave already? He has not been having breakfast with us, so I haven't had really any chance to see him. I guess I will have to chase him in the classroom, I hope he does not have another urgent meeting with Diavolo today". 

Satan nodded and shrugged.

"I'll see you at school then." He stepped away, leaving the girl alone, and she wondered where he was originally going to, but he had left before she could ask anything. 

Lucifer's door, stood by the end of the hallway wrapped in perpetual silence; she had been so close, it had been really unfortunate Satan had stopped her before she could get closer to it, a draft of an idea was taking shape in her mind, Satan had shown up just when she was about to get there, was he heading Lucifer's room too? Why had he stopped? She was a member of the "Lucifer, you s*ck" chatroom, and she did not remember any plans on pulling a prank on their eldest brother these days, perhaps Satan was planning something on his own? That would probably be something more dangerous than their average joke. 

Vexation was the feeling that embraced her every time she thought of Lucifer over the last weeks, because she felt abandoned by him, as though he was avoiding her, however, she did not appreciate Satan making his life harder than it already was, so that was why she decided to sneak into his bedroom, carefully, just to make sure Satan did not have a bucket of holy water that would shower him as soon as he stepped in, or something even worse. 

The door was locked from the inside, she noticed, but she had spent too many nights there and knew a couple of tricks that were of use on this occasion. 

She slipped into the room and closed the door when her body was completely inside. She soon stopped hearing the voices and steps of those who were hurrying so they could get on time to the Academy. She looked around, and perceived something she was not fond of; she heeded every detail; the bedroom was overflowed by some kind of darkness she did not like, the windows were closed, and the air was impregnated with some sort of odd smell that reminded her of rotten flesh, it was the kind of odeur produced by rust, a blood-like smell, and she had a tough time trying not to vomit. Definitely, there was something eerie occurring.

"Lucifer?" She whispered; she could feel the queasiness increasing with every step she took. 

No answer was given, the windows were closed, and the heavy curtains covered the glasses, she pulled them up so the dim daylight could come across, and she could better see. She was stuck in an uneasy silence; her heartbeat rushed, and some tears were filling her eyes as she approached the bed, fearing about what she was about to find out.  

-

"Where's MC?"

Mammon asked, a slight tone of concern painted his voice.

"I did not see her in classes today". Asmodeus realised, the concern in the group was gradually increasing.  "Belphie, you're always the last one to leave the house, where was MC when you left?" 

"I saw her chatting with Satan".

"Satan?"

"Yes! I was talking to her, she wanted to see Lucifer, and I tried to prevent her from going into his bedroom". 

"Lucifer did not come to classes again though". Beelzebub remembered it wasn't the first time he had not attended.

It was relieving that MC was with Lucifer, right? Even if that meant they could be doing things they rather not think about, it meant she was safe, because Lucifer would do anything to keep her safe, they knew that quite well.  

"But Lucifer has not been around these days, I have not seen him like in a week, he's always had too much in his plate, but it looks this is beyond what he can manage, he would never skip lessons." Asmodeus reflected. "What's going on with him?"

"We should return home, just to check everything's fine with the both of them". 

"Yeah, I have a bad feeling about this". 

The group of six people headed together to the House of Lamentation in silence. They were not the kind of group that used to be quiet, but something was weighing them down, something they could not explain.

The mood that drowned the house infected the hearts of the demons, it somehow, felt bad. It was some kind of loneliness, it felt unsettling, even disturbing. The silence was only broken by the echoes of their steps on the marble floors and a distant noise that reminded them of a restless soul.

"It looks like they're not home, MC is not in her bedroom". Leviathan communicated. 

"I think we should then check on Lucifer's room". Asmodeus suggested, and the six of them walked down the dark hallway. 

The closer they were, the more worried they became, the drowned noise they had first heard when they entered the house made them shiver.

"Lucifer? May we come in?"

It was too quiet despite the mumble coming from it, and this time they were convinced there was something going on. The noise coming from Lucifer's room was more noticeable than it had been before. And they recognised what it was; it sounded like a lament, and even if they lived in the house of lamentation, they had never heard one like that one.

"Lucifer, we're coming in". Someone screamed from the outside. 

No answer was emitted. Beelzebub broke down the door with a single movement and the six of them were now inside. They got frozen at the picture before them.

The girl they had been looking for was over Lucifer's chest, at first, they thought they were both sleeping, and they thought it was cute, they considered leaving them alone, however, before they closed the door, Satan noticed the way the girl was attempting to breath, with several tugs, so instead, he stepped closer and asked Beel to turn the lights on since the only light was coming from the open window . He observed the beings before him, the girl was over Lucifer's chest and her eyes were closed, so were his, she was gasping, as though she was trying to get air within her lungs and her lips trembled due to it. Her face was pale, and her eyes were sealed by crusts. 

Satan was not a real detective, but he had read too many books on the topic to be able to make a simple deduction: she had been crying and she had fallen asleep while crying, she was in fact, still crying in her sleep, because her body was slightly trembling. 

"MC?" Satan called in a soft voice.

Next, he looked at Lucifer. His skin had always resembled snow due to its paleness, however, on this occasion, his paleness was mortal and his skin was turning purple, as though some kind of disease had entered into his veins and drained his blood. His breathing was hard to perceive, he could almost say he was not breathing, and he had to get even closer to him just to confirm it. 

"Lucifer's not breathing" Satan took his wrist in his hand and noticed there was no sign of a pulse. 

"What do you mean he is not breathing?" Asmodeus frowned and Mammon immediately came closer to the bed, where the two of them were lying. 

"MC? I need you to wake up" Satan shook her body, she had barely opened her eyes, when she closed them again, it could be seen she was exhausted and was being victim of some kind of deep sleep or nightmare that was not allowing her to wake up.

"Satan, let me". Beelzebub easily lifted the girl in his arms and stepped aside so Satan could check on Lucifer while everybody else in the room remained silent with a shocked expression painted in their faces in expectation.

The name was called several times, but no answer was given, the roses of his cheeks were as dry as the lips whose warmth the girl had got to know and had also vanished. 

"Satan, what's going on?"

The concern in the voice was now painted with realisation but lacked acknowledgement and they started weeping in unison even before hearing the answer. 

"Lucifer's dead". 

-

Everything had happened so quickly it all seemed a nightmare far in the past: the arrival of the doctor confirming that the eldest of the seven brothers would not open his crimson eyes ever again. The explanations were not clear, demons were not supposed to die, there were ways to get them killed, but Lucifer did not seem to have any signs of them, of course the possibility of his father interfering was real, Simeon had said something about Lucifer discussing with Michael over the last weeks. But the doctor insisted it looked like stress had literally eaten him up. 

It had been a huge shock for everyone, nights in the Devildom had never been darker. The brothers were hopeless; Belphegor was suffering insomnia; Beelzebub had a terrible stomachache that would not allow him to swallow anything and he had lost weight; Asmodeus had broken several mirrors because the only thing he was able to see was a haggard face with red eyes; Satan was speechless, and he felt he was the one to blame, he had hated Lucifer for no reason and now that he was gone he could not tell him how much he actually loved him; Leviathan refused to go out of his room; Mammon tried to contact their father... 

Simeon would not accept it was not a joke from Belphegor and Satan, and Diavolo was so confused he ordered Lucifer to make the arrangements needed for the ceremony for his own funeral. Even Barbatos' cold temper was affected, and his efficiency was failing. Luke cried all night, and he was not even able to calm down when Simeon hugged him. 

"This must be especially tough for you, MC". Solomon had approached her and passed his arm around her shoulder, in order to bring her some comfort, so she could feel less lonely. 

"We had even talked about marriage, you know?" She replied, she was in front of the coffin, but she felt as though she was in a distant land and everything before her was an illusion, a nightmare, and internally she was begging to be woken up. 

"Really?" The human frowned. "But Diavolo would not have allowed that, Lucifer knew well that it was not allowed, it would have been a violation of the human world's law".

"I know, and he knew. It was my fault actually, I had a dream, and he was moved by it, lately he had been concerned about something and he told me he'd find a way to make it happen, so the two of us could be together forever". 

Solomon did not like how that sounded, he did not like the idea of MC being dragged away from his side, but he felt hatred against the idea of demons breaking human world's rules at their own convenience. Although, it was not something he had to worry about anymore. 

"I cannot believe he's not here anymore, that must be a lie, a trick". She burst into tears again, seeking shelter in Solomon's chest, endeavouring to look away from the wooden coffin that was taking from her what she loved the most.

Even accounting for her bids, she did not get to wake up, and she was also unable to release Lucifer from his eternal dream no matter how many caring words she whispered into his ears, and as soon as the fowls announced the break of dawn and the horizon became clearer and the moon hid, the crowd made its way to the Devildom's cemetery. 

Under a quiet willow there was a small white marble construction that resembled a palace, it would be Lucifer's new home, it felt as if it was meant to be, but she found her heart was literally broken and pain struck her chest, and she was hauled out of the cemetery since she was unable to leave it. If he was dead as they said, he could not perceive, feel or think, but she did not want him to stay alone there.

The quietness was sepulchral as it was supposed to be, the dead ones were able to sleep to the beat of the foliage dancing to the wind, as perpetual motion. It was an appropriate place to get the rest he had never got while he was alive, even if the price to pay was restless nights for those who had loved him. MC would spend her days on end in the cemetery, eating a sandwich Beel had made for her under the willow, she would take those peculiar orange flowers, the soul flowers he had told her stories about to bring some life to his tombstone. She would also refuse to leave his room during the nights, where his essence was still present on the pillows and blankets, it felt almost as though she was being wrapped by his strong arms; she would indulge herself during the endless nights and would pretend she was being embraced by his muscles, she would whisper loving words into his ears as she would do when he was alive; although this time she was only holding his pillow, the night itself would do the trick, since in the middle of her dreams, she would open his eyes and perceive Lucifer's shadow leaving kisses in her pale skin, and mumbling caring words back to her. 

"I know, I missed you too, I feel like I could beg you to let me drink from your blood, so we could be one, yet I am certain there would be no need, you would give me permission, wouldn't you?"

There were no traces left of those dreams, except for some weeps due to the painful memory when the morning came due to the realisation it had only been a dream; an eerie feeling of bitterness and the weakness that Satan explained was completely normal. Time passed by, but she was still caught in that moment of time, where distress was everything she knew. 

In addition, she had another reason to be concerned since every time she found herself alone, she felt as though someone was watching her from the distance. It happened in the library, when she was looking for a book, she looked around, but there was no one close; it happened when she was having a shower and saw a shadow on the other side of the door; when she was fixing her hair and felt somebody was behind her, almost getting ready to kill her, but the mirror showed her she was all alone. She was slowly losing her mind and every single sound would startle her. There was a shadow that was taking over her life and she felt less and less motivated to keep going every day. 

"Oh, MC, we were worried, why you did not go to RAD today? Are you alright?"

The girl nodded, but her demeanour convinced no one, she looked around as though she expected to see someone, and stared at the moon as if there was no one around her and she was waiting for something to happen; Satan and Belphie shared a glare. The next morning when both of them decided to escort MC to school, they were somehow prepared to see what they had before their eyes when she did not open the door after knocking several times.

A deja-vu crossed her mind as she heard the echoing steps of the doctor hurrying in the distance, she would have felt ashamed if she only had enough forces to do it, she felt as she was going to die anytime soon, and she was scared. 

"She is having a blood condition". 

"What kind?" Satan frowned when heard the words of the nervous doctor, who knew very well what was going to happen to her, and to him. 

"Blood loss". 

No one understood how she could lose such a huge amount of blood in a single night. Little they know, it had not occurred in a single night. 

The night was quiet but there were screams brought by the wind, that made her heart tuck. There had been a murder somewhere and the victim's screams were brought by the air, travelled in time in the distance, too late for someone to help. The trees tried to warn her about something, the bats danced in the sky celebrating beforehand the victory of the realm of darkness. 

She found herself walking down the cemetery in the middle of the night, she was exhausted, and afraid, something or someone was following her once more, she knew she could only find a shelter under Lucifer's tombstone. It was a wolf that looked like a man, that wanted to shatter her body and feed on her, offer her as a sacrifice to the demon lords. The moon had turned into blood, announcing her end and the drops falling on her face were red and thick instead of clear as rain should be, her white clothes were now stained, and a voice she could not recognise kept asking her why she had killed Lucifer. Lucifer's tomb was open, and darkness clasped on to her, dragging her inside the tomb and into an empty coffin that closed once she was inside, trapping her; her screams could not be heard, and she noticed, the screams she had first heard in her bedroom were actually hers and she had been murdered, and no one would be able to get her out of her prison. 

"MC, may I come in?" It had been the first time she had had that dream, and without hesitation she had nodded, although she was asleep and did not know she was actually allowing someone to go in, she was lost in a nightmare, and she was not able to find her way back. 

The question was the only thing that remained different, since after permission had been granted, it had become a routine, and she did not known that she would spend the night embraced by the cold body she longed so much, while a shadow repeatedly left kisses in her face, descending into her neck where they stopped and became sloppier and turned into something different, since his sharp teeth would drill her soft skin, his hand over her mouth so her moans could not be heard. He felt like some kind of monster because he could see the pain in her gestures, trying to get rid of the feeling even being unconscious; thinking he was the one who was hurting her sent a gulp of guilt to his heart. 

Just a few drops every night over the last couple of weeks had brought her to her current situation, and not even the doctor would be able to explain what was happening, even if the eyes of the most dangerous demons in the Devildom were fixed on him, threating him.  

The black pitch figure would sneak into the bedroom, take a few seconds to admire the sleepy woman in the bed that used to be his and smile, that picture made everything he had done, worthy. Soon, she would stop suffering forever, and so would he. Although for now, she would have to bear with the nightmares in an oneiric land, the exhaustion and of course, the stabbing pain in her soft skin. 

As nights went by, he perceived she was growing paler and paler, weaker and colder and in addition, she was having trouble falling asleep when the nighttime arrived for she was afraid of some nocturnal being, she thought she was only imagining, was chasing her as some kind of murderer, taking her life. That specific night, he could read discomfort in her face , she was dying and he, as confident of his actions as he always was, for the first time since he had made his plan, found himself in need of reassurance, he needed to be sure he was taking the correct course of action, therefore, he allowed her to see and feel that night, he allowed her to wake up and make a decision. 

His mouth brushed her skin making her shiver, he removed from her the sedative he naturally produced now. His lips touched hers and she finally woke up, sitting down and rubbing her eyes, she looked at the window; the moonlight was casting shadows over the floor all belonging to the furniture, it was when she noticed a particular shadow that did not fit, and she stared at it in disbelief: the fancy clothes Barbatos had chosen for him in black and red hues for the funeral; the messy hair falling over his forehead and the crimson eyes outstanding in the gloom of the night. She was about to scream, cry and laugh all at once.

"You're dead".  She finally whispered after a couple of minutes of repeated blinks aimed to confirm she was awake; she knew she was in the middle of a dream, there was no other possible explanation, she did not want to hold on to the chance of him being actually alive standing in front of her to stay, that'd a be thought too cruel to live with. 

 "Oh, MC, how I have longed to be by your side once more. I've defeated death just to be close to you". He mentioned with a giggle. 

She knew all along, the monster that was slowing encroaching in her dreams was Lucifer's shadow, but she refused to believe he would harm her in any other way, he had caused her enough pain when he had departed. 

"Are you making fun of me?" She was weak, still, she would not allow such offense. 

"No lies were told, and no tricks were performed", he stared at her, with a calm expression. 

It had not been easy, it was difficult for him to tell how much time had passed when gloom and silence was everything he had had, until distant fragments of echoes of weeps and pleads that resounded throughout the tombstones, had finally reached his ears; death had seduced him, tempted him, the thought of staying there in eternal calm had not sounded like a bad idea, until he had heard the hopeless complaint coming from a sweet voice that made him remember why he had surrendered to death; and then the sound of the wind and the trees beating his tombstone became unbearable, maddening, despairing...

"What are you? Am I dreaming? Was I dreaming and it all ended?... Are you a ghost? You cannot find rest because of me?"

He gave her a sweet smile, and tears rolled down her face, she walked towards him and embraced him, making him feel some heat, because ever since he had died, coldness would clasp him tightly, almost making him freeze. She faced him, caressed his face with her fragile fingers and met her lips with his.

"You really are here". 

She kissed him all over his face, she recognised the Lucifer she had got to know, and her heart felt finally some comfort after those months of endless despair.

" I've come to claim what's mine, I've come to get you".

"How dared you abandon me?" 

She cried against his chest, and he caressed her hair, no explanation was logical, and silence was better. Then they slowly started to swing. He had missed her, but he had missed life as well, a softly tune in the violin overflowed the nocturnal silence they had been stuck in once he cracked his fingers, the voice of the piano completed the symphony. He intertwined his fingers with hers and waltzed to the tick tack of the deadly Danse macabre, it was relieving for her getting to see two shadows on the floor instead of only her own as in previous nights when she dreamed; she would be dancing dressed in the old-fashioned way, in a long lace black dress, with a gentleman with a top hat behind a white mask covering his face, and every time she took the mask off his face so she could kiss her lover, he would vanish into the moonlight. Now it was different because her lips found their way into his every time she turned around. 

Words were no needed when his mouth fiercely attacked hers, stealing kisses, stealing her breath, in an attempt to show her he was real, and he had missed her during the time he had been asleep, he cornered her against a wall when the melody finished; he grasped her hips as though he would prevent her from escaping his embrace and intertwined his lips with hers; she noticed it was the exact moment in her dream when the kisses stopped in her neck and the pleasure changed into pain. And she now found herself trying to push him away due to the sharp pain she was feeling, although his hands would make her to stay in place, where he could feed on her, as he had been doing every night.

His mouth moved mercilessly, sucking her blood and her life, and she was about to black out due to the throbbing pain, Lucifer lifted his head to check on her, she was woken up by the blood dripping from his mouth, falling on her chest; she gasped in horror, when she realised the huge amounts of red liquid were coming from her own body.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a low voice, completely frozen due to the fear running through her veins at the picture of the man with sharp teeth, whose face was covered in her blood, that seemed he was enjoying it as if she was some kind of dessert, as though he was a wild animal that had been starved to death who licked his lips, teeth and fingers in desperation. It was not Lucifer but some kind of monster who had taken his appearance. 

 "I am making you mine". He replied and took his stained fingertips to her face. "Pease be not afraid".

Taking her blood was a new experience he had not faced before when he was alive and had become an addiction over the last few weeks, her blood was so sweet and revitalizing and would have liked to drown in it, he wanted to own her soul; but despite his arousal, seeing her being scared of him was enough to make him to stop. 

 "Soon we'll be together in eternity, as we had previously discussed about... unless you changed your mind while I was away".

"No".  She stuttered, she wanted to be with him, but she was afraid of what he was doing, of what was happening, was he even real? The pain felt very real though.  She breathed in and moved her head by the side so he could have access to her neck, and he could finish whatever he was doing, since she trusted him, and she had made up her mind about it. "I want to be with you, take me with you".

He stopped for a second and walked around the room for a couple of minutes.  He opened the window so the wuthering automnal wind would take the pungent smell of blood away and the smell of dew and petrichor would instead fill the room. The moon was shining amidst the flicking clouds in the gloominess of the nocturnal sky and the music of the piano continued to play in order to drown her whimpers. 

"I wish there was other way". He took her to the bed, crawled and remained on top of her, taking her face and fixing his eyes on hers, attempting to let her know he loved her very deeply and everything he was doing was something that needed to be done, he knew Diavolo would disagree and get into trouble, and Solomon would start a war when they found out and that was why they would need to elope. "It's going to hurt". 

"Just do it before the sunrise comes and I thereby, wake up and refuse to whatever this is". There were tears in her face that he wiped away by kissing one by one, he left another soft kiss in her lips before he moved his mouth to her neck again. She moaned in pain at the kiss that became a bite, and inevitably some tears rolled down her cheeks again, she felt as though being stabbed and losing everything she had. There was some kind of nostalgic feeling flooding her heart, it was melancholy. She was tired, and even his attempts to turn the situation into a seductive game as he had seen in media those nocturnal creatures did, failed, since no kisses or touches would make her body react, no pleasure could overcome the pain of life being drained from her body. She looked at the window, the dim sun of the Devildom was coming out, and she realised, it was going to be the last time she saw it, she cried because of the pain, because she was almost regretting her choice and she was scared, but she knew it was too late. Lucifer's hands were stained with blood as his clothes were, there was some kind of evil beam in his eyes.

"I guarantee the first thing you'll see when you open your eyes, will be me".

She believed in his words, yet she was afraid she would never wake up again, for she had never felt that ill ever before.

"Now sleep, sweetheart, rest in peace, I will see you tonight. I will attend to your funeral and suffer as you suffered because of me, but then, not even death will be able to tear us apart, for our love and bond is stronger than time".

He kissed her lips once more, and left vanishing into the moonlight as she had seen before in her dreams, the only sound left in her despair was the clock announcing the upcoming end. 

"MC! MC!" it was the desperate voice of the brothers in unison, they were worried about her; they were suggesting making a transfusion, anything that could heal her, and sobbing, exploding in wrath when the doctor said nothing else could be done. 

Then absolute silence and darkness, oblivion.

"I had been waiting for you; I told you, I was going to be here by the time you woke up".

He took her in his arms and kissed her, her fragility would never cease to enchant him; she stared at the horizon and noticed the sun cursed their existence and they would remain in the shadows; she smiled, even if they were damned to live in the darkness, their love was now embraced by eternity.

-

Happy halloween!

Read also: English love affair and Breath before the kiss

[kindly-whisper-norbury]

A little A-Team humor for the spooky season!

[sadtrainnoises]

I'm working on the next part of the one-shot fic. Hopefully, I can post it in time for Halloween! 🎃

[kirasigncomics]

"It Never Left - chapter 5 comic+animation"

I might colour this but only if people ask for it in the comments. fanfiction this animation was based on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42354294/chapters/106487838

creator of this au and idea: https://twitter.com/Froufrou111

fanfic by: https://twitter.com/Sunset_koi_

I read the fanfiction and it gave me chilling down the spine, this is not a word by word follow on what is happened in the fic but still sugest reading it first for context. I cut a little from the events as well. I think the poor boy had in pain longf enough XD This is late if we count as haloween but I am still in the spooky mood. :)

[livingmybestfictionallife]

Taking REQUESTS for a Halloween themed fic!! I have a 2 hour break during work tomorrow that I will be posting during, so message me or send an ask to submit your request. If I'm being productive, I'll try and pick 2 to complete tomorrow :)

[dl-yum]

OP CHARACTER AND TYPE OF PERSON THEY ARE IN HORROR MOVIES (PT.1)

SFW

Halloween special

🐸: I suppose to post this yesterday but I forget I apologize hehehe don't hesitate to request for my Halloween special <33

THE NORMAL

(Vivi, Nami, penguin, Coby)

• these people are the normal"

•they just gonna be scared when there's a need to be cared for

•they are the people who don't love horror movies but also don't hate it

THE SCREAMER

(Usopp&chopper)

•they are the type of person who will just suddenly scream even if there's no scary thing

•Every minute pass they will be like "AHHH I hear something I hate this----"

•yeah even just a wind they will literary just scream

THE LAUGHTER

(luffy, ace,shanks)

•probably not really watching just looking for they're friends expression and then laugh when they find something funny

•the most disturbing facts about is they laugh when someone die (bro) because for them it's stupid

•they always the one who eat all popcorn tho

THE QUIET

(Zoro, killer, law)

•you don't know if they're scared or bored their face are just like 😐 yep even in the scary part they don't even move wtf

•will probably be annoyed when you try to be clingy when he tries to go to the bathroom

•will probably let you cuddle him just because he don't want to hear your annoying shout! And not because he enjoy it!okey?

@dl-yum

[nuitthegoddess]

Seven Realms of Hell

Chapter: Scarabia!!

Link to only on AO3

Sorry for holding this off for so long >>; here is the chapter! Hope you all will enjoy~<3

[lovely-ateez]

Superman Jongho~

ꕥPosted: 11/20/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff & Angst (It ends happy I promise)

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Superman Jongho

ꕥWord Count: 1.6k

ꕥWarnings: Slight language

ꕥA/N: Happy Halloween everyone! I know I haven’t posted in a hot minute but in all fairness college has been kicking my ass so it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to actually sit down and write. I’ll be posting Ice Cream Pt.3 later this week so look out for that!

“Nice costume, babe.” I giggled as I observed the navy blue tailored suit my boyfriend was wearing.

“Thanks, cutie. Any guesses?”

“Hmm.” I tapped my chin, “Michael Scott?”

“Damn. My James Bond outfit is lacking.”

“Maybe carry around a martini glass?”

“Oh I bet you want me to go around saying ‘shaken not stirred’ too, huh?”

“I mean, if the shoe fits.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist, raising a brow.

“I’m quite curious about your costume, actually. Why the change in style?”

Although my skin-tight, light pink dress didn’t align with my usual scary Halloween costumes, I wanted to try something different this year. So why not go as Hello Kitty?

I adjusted the white cat ears on my head, “I do scary stuff every year. I wanted to try something cute for a change.”

“Well, you certainly look it.”

I could feel my face tinting pink.

“Oh shush.”

“We’ve got about five minutes until we need to leave, do you wanna grab a jacket? It’s a bit chilly outside.”

“Hello Kitty doesn’t wear a jacket.”

“Okay but you do, and it’s cold.”

I squinted, wanting to refuse but knowing how easily the cold could make me shiver.

“Fine.”

After quickly grabbing a fluffy, white teddie jacket, I intertwined an arm with Jongho and we left our shared house for the late-night party.

-

Arriving at the party I looked around, surprised at how nice it appeared. Halloween decorations were carefully placed and every person in sight was wearing a different costume.

Jongho left to meet one of his friends, the host of the party, but not before placing a kiss on my cheek. I blushed at the simple action, still getting butterflies even after all this time of dating.

Approaching the punch bowl to get a drink, I quickly caught the eye of a certain pin-up girl. After a moment she turned to me and squealed, running towards me with an impressive speed. I chucked at my best friend’s actions. I was quickly engulfed in a hug I was half convinced would suffocate me if she squeezed any harder.

“Girl! Come ‘ere! How are you?”

“I’m pretty good, Hanna. And you? You seem excited.”

“I am! The party is gorgeous! And guess what?” She lowered her voice, looking around, “I saw him.”

“Oh my god you did not!”

“I did! A man was trying to rob the store I was shopping at earlier this week and I saw him stop the guy!”

“Are you serious?”

“Totally!”

I was surprised to hear a familiar deep laugh by my side, and as I turned I was met with Jongho’s mischievous eyes.

Placing an arm around my waist he spoke, “Are you two still obsessed with Superman?”

“No-”

“YES!”

Jongho tightened his lips into a small smile.

“Listen.” My best friend began, “I just think that he’s admirable, and strong, and his arms just look great-”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” My own questioned.

Hanna waved a hand in the air, “I mean yeah but he knows I think Superman’s cute. I can appreciate an attractive man and still be in love with my boyfriend.”

“Does he think Wonder Woman is cute, too?”

“Yeah well...maybe. But I don’t mind. We’re soulmates and I wouldn’t leave him for anyone. He feels the same.” A dreamy look flashed in her eyes and I couldn’t help but awe at how strongly she clearly felt about him.

Our conversation continued for a while until Hanna noticed the host’s cat trying to drink out of a cup of liquor and quickly ran after him.

We shook our heads in tandem, smiling at her feeble attempt to catch the cat before delighting in the rest of the evening.

-

After the party had come to an end we made our way back home and wandered to our balcony, admiring the beautiful night view.

Jongho tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before placing a few fingers under my chin, lifting it slightly and gently placing his lips on my own.

“I think I’m going to change out of this suit. Care to join me?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to enjoy the night sky for a while.”

He nodded and gave me another quick kiss, heading back inside and leaving me to admire the thousands of shining stars.

I rubbed at my eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit me. Deciding to change into more comfortable clothes, I took one last look at the stars. In my tired state I misjudged where the edge of our balcony was and leaned a bit too far over the edge, causing me to fall. I could barely let out a scream before I felt warm arms around me. I met eyes with my boyfriend and smiled, so, so relived that I was safe. I opened my mouth to thank him as I noticed that we seemed to be hovering mid-air.

“Holy shit. Jongho what’s happening?”

Jongho swallowed and placed me on the safe ground of the balcony, walking towards me.

“I...”

“You’re...him aren’t you?” I stared in disbelief as he gave a small nod.

“Why did you hide this from me?” His eyes lowered, pain evident in them.

“I-I didn’t want to keep it from you. I was just...afraid.”

I tilted my head, trying to understand. In the year that we had dated, Jongho had never shown fear of anything. Not spiders or snakes, scary movies, heights, the deep ocean, anything. And now apparently he’s Superman, too.

What does he have to fear?

Jongho finally looked at me, tears welling in his eyes. There was a sadness and longing in them that I had never seen before.

“I was scared that I would lose you.” He barely spoke above a whisper.

I fought back the hot tears stinging my eyes.

Did he really think I’d leave him that easily?

“Honey, you could never lose me.” I reached out to caress his cheek and sighed when he unconsciously leaned into my touch. Noticing his own actions, Jongho shook his head and pulled away.

“You don’t understand. It’s not just the possibility of you leaving me for who I am, but the danger that you could be put in if you knew. It was just better that you didn’t know.”

“How long were you planning on keeping this from me?”

Even though our words were calm, there was such tangible underlying emotion that we might as well have been screaming.

“As long as possible.”

“Jongho we’re supposed to be a team. How can we be a team when you’re keeping this from me?” I blinked as tears streamed down my face.

I had never seen Jongho cry. The only time he had ever come close was early in our relationship when I was hospitalized for the flu. I couldn’t eat or drink because of how awful I felt. Jongho later confessed that he, for a brief moment, thought he would lose me. Days following my recovery he first told me he loved me. The thought tore my heart everytime I recalled the memory.

And so I thought my eyes were lying to me as I saw Jongho quietly sob.

“I love you. So, so much. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. I can’t—I can’t—lose you.”

I threw my arms around him, clinging to him as if I let go he’d be gone forever.

“You’re so stupid, Jongho Choi. You could never lose me. I love only you.”

“I can’t guarantee that. And besides, are you even sure you still want to be with me? I’m in danger often and I can’t have you chase after me.” My heart broke in two when I heard his voice crack as he spoke his next words, “You could be with a man who would treat you well, one who isn’t putting himself in danger and-”

I pulled back and rested my hands on his face, pulling him into a soft kiss.

“This doesn’t change who you are. You’re still the same man I fell in love with. If it makes you feel better, I won’t chase after you. As long as it means I can stay with you.”

He gave me a heart-eyed smile, letting out a small laugh and holding me tight.

“I was so scared you’d leave me.” He confessed.

“Never.”

He lifted a hand up to my check, wiping away a tear I didn’t realize fell down my face.

“Please don’t cry. It hurts me to see you sad.”

“It hurts me to see you being stupid and thinking I’d ever leave you.”

“Touché.”

“God I probably look like a mess.” I cursed myself for not wearing water-proof mascara.

“You always look beautiful to me.”

I shook my head at how cheesy he was suddenly being.

“So...” I began, “You can fly, right?”

Jongho lifted a brow, a crooked smile lighting up his features.

“Perhaps. Why do you ask?”

“Can I fly with you? I’ve always wanted to fly.”

Without warning he picked me up, letting my legs wrap around his waist.

“Hold on tight, babe.”

We lifted off the ground and my grip around his shoulders tightened unintentionally.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”

“I know,” I smiled at him, “I trust you. It’s just...my first time flying like this.”

Jongho chuckled. “You get used to it.”

“Oh? Is that an invitation for me to fly with you again?”

“If that’s what you want, then of course.”

I chuckled and noticed that he had stopped flying up. We were a decent height from the ground, but not too terribly high.

Jongho nuzzled my neck and leaned his forehead against mine.

“You are the love of my life, darling.”

Smiling back at the handsome man I was fortunate enough to call my own, I kissed him sweetly.

“And you are mine.”

[eluviansandevanuris]

The Hollow and the Hunger

I decided to write a wee horror story for Halloween or Samhain for my lovely fellow Dragon Age fans, blood magic and horror ahead.

Happy Haunting!

Varnarus wasn’t sure when the hunger started, but since it had started, it wouldn’t stop.

He had been a privileged child, the scion of two great houses of Tevinter, he had never been hungry a day in his life. The sensation was....foreign and unpleasant. An ever present gnawing in his gut, a void that could not be filled no matter how much he ate. Varnarus found himself gorging on bread, meats and cheeses in the small hours of the morning only to awaken filled with a ravenous hunger that could not be quenched.

At first he had thought that it was only a passing problem, but as the weeks dragged on and his guts knotted themselves with ever growing pangs of hunger he realized that the sensation would not abate. 

Varnarus’s second theory was some sort of spell or curse, his father was not after all without enemies, he was a magister of the imperial senate, a powerful one.

One did not rise to power in the Magesterium without spilling at least a little blood.

He was his fathers pride and joy, an impossible, miracle child, born from a mother that was supposed to be barren. A sickly child that had lived despite the odds.

But alas, that seemed to be a dead end as well, after several visits to healers, scholars and fellow mages, none of them had answers. Well, one of his fathers fellow magister’s had said something odd, hardly worth noting

“we all crave what we ate as children”

Nonsense

And the hunger grew.

It was getting to be unmanageable, Varnarus would attempt to sit down with a scroll to study only to be driven to distraction by hunger, and then when he ate the hunger would return minutes later, stronger. On the worst of his days he would eat entire roasts, piles of cakes, loaves of bread, crates of apples and yet still be hungry, still be ravenous

The halls of the Minrathous circle that had once been his home and a source of comfort now were a source of distress, a place where he could never have his fill, a place where he would always hunger. Varnarus to his eternal shame had taken to raiding the kitchens nightly to soothe the pangs in his guts. 

It would never stop

It was on one of these late night sojourns that Varnarus smelt it, a scent so delicious that his mouth watered and his belly ached. The scent was fragrant and rich, with a pleasant sweetness to it. 

The spit pooled in his mouth and trickled down his chin and he knew. 

This, this, this is what would quench his hunger, this is what would cure the ache in his guts and the void in his belly. 

He had to have it

He fumbled down the hall blindly, following the fragrant scent with his nose, anticipation and relief rose in his chest, finally, finally he would be free of this awful hunger, finally he would be satisfied. 

He followed his nose, turning down twisted corridors and winding staircases, all he could think about, all he could care about was satisfying the hunger that had plagued him for the past few months.

The scent was stronger now, it filled the air pungent and saccharine and Varnarus craved. 

He was now in one of the older sections of the circle tower, a section that had built when ancient Tevinter was mighty. The architecture was harsh and forbidding, spiked dragons cast in gleaming bronze glared at him from their alcoves along the walls and the black marble floor seemed to consume light. A frisson of fear went down his spine, but the hunger quickly overshadowed any misgiving, he had to find the source of the scent.

Stumbling along the corridor he spotted a thin ray of light spilling from the door at the end of the corridor, he couldn’t think all he had to do was follow the scent.

Pushing open the door he was greeted with a wave of the scent so pungent it brought him to his knees

“What are you doing here!”

Varnarus looked up, it was one of his fellow mages, Lutius, Lacnus, Lucanus? it didn’t matter who it was, what matter was what he had in his hand. 

A vial of ruby red liquid that glimmered in the low light of the room, the scent that came from that little vial was everything and Varnarus needed it.

Moving forward he was deaf to the cries of his fellow mage, he lunged forward snatching the vial from the man’s hand, downing the contents in one great gulp.

But it wasn’t enough

“what are you doing!”

“stop”

“stop”

“STOP!”

Blinking Varnarus shook the last of the hunger haze from his mind, he felt...good, better than he had in weeks. The horrible aching in his belly was finally satiated, sighing softly he rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

Odd, his hands were sticky.

Looking down his fingers came into focus, they were covered in crimson. Blinking furiously Varnarus looked around the room, it was bathed in crimson.

Vermillion splashes decorated the walls and there were chunks of red and gleaming white scattered around the room.

What had happened? 

He didn’t remember.

Crawling through the red mess he plucked one of the gleaming white chunks from the stone floor.

It looked like a rib.

 A human rib.

 There were teeth marks indented into the surface of the rib. It was cracked as if someone had broken it open to get at the fatty marrow within.

The teeth marks cut long scours into the bone.

Someone had been very hungry.

His mouth tasted like sweetness and iron.

he had been very hungry.

Dareth Shiral

[adomfangirl]

Adam the vampire slayer

Warnings: None

Authors Note: Just some cutesy Halloween fluff based on a tweet Adam made hope you enjoy.

Ps: I may have written a smut version of this let me know if you wanna see that bit. 😳

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

For the past few weeks Adam has been trying to get his boyfriend into one of his faviorite shows of all time Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

So far all his attempts have been unsuccessful due to the fact that Dom as been extremely busy working on finishing up the new album.

Today was different Dom had no place to be and nothing to do so Adam made his move dragging by his lover into the living room by his hoodie collar ploping the brittish man down onto the couch.

Dom loved vampires so he was eager to wacth the show, he had promised Adam that they would wacth it together many times but each time they tried somone would call and request to meet up with him.

All this album stuff was realy affecting their relationship they barely went out on dates so wacthing this show would be the perfect opurity for them to spend some much needed alone time together.

"You realy went all out for tonight didnt you,"Dom chuckled looking around the living room which was covred in halloween lights and decorations an assortment of snacks and candy littering the table. 

Adam blushed and scracthed the back of his neck.

"Ya I wanted this to be special for you considering all the work you have been doing lately,"he replied.

 Dom smiled "your so sweet suga plum I cant wait to wacth your show."

The older man beamed his face lighting up with happiness as he grabed the remote and started up the tv.

"Lets start with the first epsoide,"Adam said sitting back to wacth the opening credits Dom curled up next to him slowly bobbing his head along to the theme tune. 

30 mininutes into the first epsoide Dom decided to get closer to Adam by nudging his head of red dyed hair into the scottish mans arm pit low purring sounds coming from his parted lips.

Adam looked over at the other and smiled his cheeks tinted pink his eyes glued to the screen.

After the first eposide ended Adam paused the tv "so what did you think,"he asked his hands shaking with anticipation waiting for Dom's response.

"I loved it Buffy is a badass,"Dom exclaimed. "I knew you would like it, you have to see how Buffy developes as a character over the seseons,"Adam spoke his heart soaring.

"Play the next epsoide then I wanna see what happens next,"Dom chirped his pale green eyes lighting up.

Adam wasted no time and quickly unpaused the tv but before the theme song could end Dom's phone began to buzz it was a call from his record lable.

Dom knew what the call was about he reached for his pocket to answer it but drew his hand back when he caught a glimpse of the sad look on Adam's face.

"Fook that call it can wait,"Dom cursed throwing his phone across the room settling back in to wacth the next epsoide.

He would not allow anything to get in the way of his night with Adam they both needed this.

During the second epsoide Dom decided to have a little fun so he sat up and leaned in close pressing a soft kiss onto the gutirist's neck allowing his teeth to gently nip and bite at his tender flesh.

Adam tried to ignore him but it was not easy the more he tried to brush his actions of Dom became more playfully agressive low grows of possesion coming from his mouth. 

"You wanker, stop that"Adam laughed pulling away.

"Wactha gonna do If I dont stop Mr. vampire slayer you gonna kill me,"Dom teased. 

"Not yet and not in the way you think either little vamp,"Adam flirted playing along with Dom's little game. 

"How you gonna slay me,"Dom asked before pouncing down onto Adam nocking him off the couch and down onto the floor below. 

"Oh you little minx,"Adam growled fliping over on top of Dom pinning him down onto the floor peppering his neck with butterfly kissies.

I love you hope ya know that,"Dom wispred his gaze glossy and filled with adoration for the man ontop of him. 

"Of course I do little vamp,"Adam replied with a tender smile leaning down to press a kiss of the others lips.........

[lizmindpalace]

The party of death

Ok, but do you remember these stunning cards Obey me! gave us last year? They're so pretty and well I had to write something about them, even if it's short.

(Who knows, maybe I'll write something for Belphie's too?)

Summary: A drabble based on the UR card "Wish upon a soul flower".

Warnings: Comfort, a bit of angst.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader.

You can also find this work on Ao3

-

A quite peculiar flowery smell overflowed the streets of the Devildom, that were actually darker in that time of the year, since it was the time of the splendor of the autumn in that land, halloween celebrations were over and everybody was supposed to be coming back to their daily activities, yet, that smell encroached on the Devildom giving everyone a feeling of sweet melancholy that nobody was able to explain. No one knew much about it, but you did. Ever since the human exchange student had arrived to the Devildom, some traditions had been adopted, and this was one of them. 

The emptiness of the house of lamentation was left behind when your steps took you to the main square of the Devildom, the smells were so familiar your eyes glistened with tears. You soon noticed there were orange flowers everywhere, cempasúchitl, that in the Devildom, ghosts would call soul flowers, but you had first got to know them up in the human world; the flower that looked like the sun, the one with the link to life and death, and was used to honour those who had left; to guide their souls back home, for one night a year they would be allowed to spend time with their loved ones, the ones they had been forced to leave with broken hearts.

You walked down the path surrounded by the petals, the incense was burning, creating a misty environment, its smell mixed with the aroma of the flowers and of the bread that was being displayed in tables, and the hot chocolate that made the denizens bones get warm. You admired the surroundings; it was a beautiful landscape. There were many altars all around the place and even some alegrijes hanging from the buildings. 

"Do you fancy some chocolate and pan de muerto, young lady?" 

Someone spoke behind you, a huge smile lighted up your face when you noticed it was Lucifer dressed up as a skeleton, with a suit with a traditional flower pattern that also happened to resemble a butterfly, the kind of butterfly that reminded you to your homeplace in the human world; the monarch butterfly that you could see under the blue skies during winter, looking for shelter under the trees. And more orange flowers around his hat. 

"I take it you're fond of my attire". 

"It's wondrous". He beamed. "All of it".

"Is it as in the human world?" You nodded. "Diavolo asked me to do research on it, I should have asked you, but I wanted to surprise you, and by looking at your face, I can tell the hard work paid off".

You finally took the piece of bread he had offered you and drank from the cup he handed you. 

"Scrumptious". You approved; the flavours were on point. 

"I have to say this tradition while it's colourful and lively, it's very nostalgic; leaving the food and those things your loved ones enjoyed while they were alive and knowing they're going to stay with you for a whole night so you can be together again..." He stated, then sighed. "No wonder why Diavolo was thrilled by it". 

"When I pass away, I'll come to you this night, every year, so make sure to leave a path of flowers for me, so I can find my way home, to you". 

He nodded but his eyes glistened, he did not like to remember you were a fragile human who one day would depart, a lump in his throat cut his voice off for a second, so as only answer he wrapped you in his arms and kissed your lips, very softly as though that was your last kiss and he aimed to let you know how much he loved you. 

"Hey Lucifer! It's your turn, we want to hear that guitar!"

Diavolo broke your little intimacy moment and Lucifer blushed, reminding you he was flesh and the bones before you were only makeup. 

"Come on, we want to listen to you". You cheered and he finally smiled, avoiding the tears roll down his face and taking the guitar he had bought last year during the ghost festival. 

Lucifer was the love of your life but hearing him sing one of the traditional songs from your country in your native language in that attire just made you fall harder for him. 

A few songs later he returned back to you, and after spending some time with the crowds and eating all the dishes and sweets made of pumpkin and sweet potatoes and getting to paint your face as a skeleton too, he dragged you to a quiet spot where you could see the celebrations from afar and enjoy the environment and the light coming from the candles while your cold hands remained intertwined. The sky was clear and there was some kind of magic in the air.

"I love you, and I will love you forever, MC" he said as he placed his lips on yours once more, reminding you, life was a beautiful thing. "And I will love you beyond death, it won't be able to tear us apart for our hearts are melted into one and I will keep it always safe and you will always be alive in it".

You sheltered in his chest and breathed in, you were sure Lucifer would keep his promise, and so would you. 

-

¡Feliz día de muertos!

November 1st and 2nd

[12miraenie]

Quandary

🎃Paring: Baekhyun x Reader 

🎃Genre: Fluff, Ghost AU 

🎃Word Count: 3k 

🎃Summary: What happens when you can suddenly see the ghost who’s been living in your house longer than you have? 

A/N: Part of the Month of the Supernatural prompts, where you can request here. This is for anon, enjoy! 🎃

🎃 Link to Masterlist 

🎃Request here 

“Bye, mom!”

The forced smile on your face disappeared the moment her taxi sped past the gate of your house. You tucked both hands into the back pockets of your jeans and sighed. Seriously, what kind of mom abandons her kid when they are about to turn 20 for a business conference? For over a month you’ve been thinking about this birthday when all of your families can finally be together to celebrate you passing the legal drinking age and joining the rest of your family for a drink.

That was the plan until your brother was called in for an internship and your dad miraculously lost his passport abroad. And now, your mom too. It’s not like they don’t love you or don’t care about you, judging from the pile of gifts on the table and the brand new car in the driveway that your brother got for you. You don’t want to sound like a spoiled brat complaining about not getting enough attention, but honestly, you just wished that you can have a conversation together on the same table instead of texts and things that you probably won’t ever use.

“Right, this means…takeout.” You mumbled to yourself and shut the door behind you.

You remember the look on your dad’s face distinctively whenever you craved pizza or chicken. After he forbid you and your brother from eating junk food, you were disheartened for a while until one night you found your brother munching on a chicken leg while watching a movie at 2 am. Where did your brother hide the takeout posters? 

“Aish, this jerk!” Your fisted your hair in frustration after opening probably the tenth drawer in the kitchen.

Suddenly one of the top cupboards above the stove cranked open slowly and then shut close with a loud slam. You jumped at the sound, a small yelp came out of your mouth. Putting a hand on your heart, you could feel its rapid beating.

“What the heck?” You turned to the side only to see the tightly shut windows. You froze and listened carefully, but the house was quiet like nothing happened just now. Shaking your head, you tried to get rid of the sudden shock and opened another drawer.

Bang.

You snapped your head up only to see the same drawer being opened and closed again. You hesitated for a second but still reached up to open the cupboard. There on the side laid a bunch of takeout flyers. You let out a shaky breath and sat on one of the chairs.

Are you surprised? Not really. Since you could remember, there has always been something weird going on in the house. The cereal you put on the table would be on top of the fridge, the jacket you tossed on the couch would be in your closet the next day, or the curtain would be drawn at as early as 7am on Saturdays.

One night your brother came home and shouted from the foyer, “Yah! You finally learned to put your shoes right!”

Did you? Why did you remember kicking them off and heading to sleep the moment you came home? When your parents and brother were asked if they have similar experiences, all you got was blank looks, a sigh, and “Y/N, we are not 5-year-old children.”

Reading through articles online and scrolling through forums only got you one conclusion. You are haunted.

You laughed, as long as the moon orbits around the earth, ghosts don’t exist. You probably put the cereal back, hang your jacket, and put your shoes back in their places without noticing. And your brother must have opened the curtains to annoy you on the weekends. The more you think, the more you were convinced.

Nothing is going on. You are overthinking, Y/N.

It was an hour later the food arrived. Putting the bags down in front of the TV, you smiled as the heavenly aroma attacked your nostrils. You ran like a giddy child to get utensils from the kitchen. However, when you returned the previously tied bags were open, revealing the takeout boxes.

Right, you opened them before getting up.

You bit into a piece of the heavenly fried chicken and almost sucked in a breath. It is undoubtedly the best thing you’ve ever eaten since you were born. What your dad’s deal with it? You shook your head and turned your attention back to the Mission Impossible marathon. You thought back on your brother and parents. Their loss for missing this.

You woke up face planted in the pillow and fished for your phone on the bedstand. Turning your head to the side, you squinted at the bright screen full of Happy Birthday messages from your friends and relatives. It sucks to be born in summer when everyone’s out on vacation. You couldn’t even go out with your friends.

A yawn left your mouth as you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body. You had the best sleep ever, without waking up to the bright sunlight from outside the window. You couldn’t even remember the last time you woke up after 10am.

You brushed your hair and plugged in the hair dryer. Humming a familiar tune, you start drying your hair and looked into the mirror. From the reflection, you could see a man was leaning on the wall behind and staring at you.

You blinked your eyes and rubbed them, fully believing that he will be gone and the only thing you would see is the bathroom wall. When you opened your eyes again, you wished you hadn’t. Because the man was still standing behind and looking at you, only this time, he had his arms crossed.

The realization came too quick for your liking, your hands started trembling as your heartbeat picked up its rate, going off the chart in no more than two seconds. Despite the stoic face, on the inside you were more scared than you ever thought you could be. Breathing through your nose deeply, you unplugged the hair dryer and hit the guy the second you turned around.

Baekhyun’s POV

He hasn’t felt anything in a long time, but the burning sensation on his left arm felt more real than anything else. Before he can even take a look, something heavy hit his head. Baekhyun yelped and shielded his head with both hands, “Aish! What-Yah, stop!” But you were calling him all kinds of colorful names in a loud voice that easily covered his. He knew things being thrown to him, but they went past him that air and he couldn’t feel them like before.

“What the fuck?” You cursed, and then it was silence.

Baekhyun dared himself to open his eyes and came face to face to you staring at his mouth and eyes wide open in shock. You had one hand clutched around the towel and the other grabbing on the dryer tightly. Baekhyun came-no, floated-one step closer and you dropped the dryer to the floor.

“You…can see me?” Baekhyun asked in a timid but hopeful voice, his eyes shined brighter than before. Finally, after thousands of years, someone is able to see him! Excitement took over him as he went even closer.

Baekhyun watched you take small steps backward until your body touched the opposite wall. A triumphant smile took over his face, “You really can see me, right?”  

“Get away from me.”  

Baekhyun’s smile faltered. “No! Please, I promise I’m not a pervert or a stranger or even a person! I can’t harm you anyway.”

Gesturing wildly, he tried to convince you that he’s perfectly harmless, which did the opposite thing that he hoped for. Baekhyun punched the wall on his side, watching your eyes bulge into the size of glass balls.

“See? I can’t touch anything, they just go through me.” Baekhyun shrugged and put on the best smile he could muster, “Now can-“

Before he could even finish his sentence, your eyes rolled to the back, and you passed out.

Your POV

“Now that we are past introductions, we can be friends! Ah, it feels good to have someone actually hear you speak.”

You had a blanket wrapped tightly around you as you slipped on the cup of hot tea, watching the man-no, ghost dancing and twirling in the kitchen happily like he just got a hundred million dollars. There is no way that you could imagine any of this is true, that ghosts actually exist, that he’s been living here longer than you have, and the fact that you can actually see them.

“I don’t even know your name, ok? Can you please just sit down so we can talk?” Being this calm in front of a supernatural creature was not what you had imagined. The fainting probably took away all the shocks and scared you got from him. Your voice isn’t even trembling.

“My name is Baekhyun.”

You bit your lip watching the man who looks like he comes from the ancient Joseon era. Discarding everything else, you can’t help but notice how good looking he is. There’s no point denying that the blue silk robe weaved with golden threads accentuated his flawless features, and the sheen of slightly shining transparency makes him look ethereal. He just seems so different from all the Joseon people you learned from history class, who all had long beards, wrinkled faces, and bad money habits. Baekhyun, on the other hand, looks more like an actor in a historical drama.

Oh god, what are you thinking?

You cleared your throat, preventing “So, umm…who are you? I mean, are you a Joseon emperor or something?”

Baekhyun shook his head, “I am more like the general type.”

You arched an eyebrow, from the way he acts like a 5-year-old kid you would never have guessed that. Maybe the doubt is your eyes was obvious enough for him to explain, “I know, my brother thinks the same too.”  

“So um…do you just roam around here? Don’t you have some kind of mission or things to do?” You thought back on the ghosts or spirits portrayed in popular media, wondering if they are true or not.

Baekhyun laughed humorlessly. “Mission? You want me to live my life? My life has been over. For centuries. I’m dead. Yes, I am stuck between life and death because I couldn’t revenge for my brother, but you kind of stop thinking about it after 7 hundred years.”

Even though his face didn’t show it, the look in his eyes betrayed him. They were filled with sadness and the kind of nostalgia and missing someone that breaks your heart even from justing looking at him.

The atmosphere was becoming too tense for your liking, it felt like all the air molecules were pushing down on you. Baekhyun looked like he had just woken up from a bad dream, but he covered up quick enough for the pain in his eyes pass in a fleeting moment.

“So…last night the cupboards….it was you, right?”

Baekhyun nodded, the silk headband moved up and down with his head.

“So I am not ill after all. You said you’ve been here for the last 21 years, so you’ve been doing this all the time?“

He crossed his arms and jumped down-no, floated closer. That’s the only thing you still can’t get used to, the fact that he has legs and doesn’t use them to walk or at least, appear walking. Baekhyun looks surprisingly real, his skin has a normal color, and the texture of his silk robe looks intricate enough to touch, and every detail of his face is clear.

“The cereal boxes?“

“Yep.”

“My shoes?“

“Yep.”

“My clothes?”

“Yep. It’s gonna be the same answer to all the other questions you have. Yes, I also breathed down your neck whenever you got a wrong answer at your history homework.”

You sighed and pinched your nose, _it all makes so much sense now._ You thought back to the times you convinced yourself that you just have a good intuition in for history, ”That’s why I always get an A in history?“

“Then why didn’t you do that to all my homework?”

Baekhyun cleared his throat, “You wouldn’t have guessed that even after hundreds of years there are people still bad at counting numbers, right?“

You burst into laughter at Baekhyun who started to blush. Different from humans, the pink on his cheeks looked more transparent, almost a jelly-like color.

“Yah! At least you had a free housekeeper for twenty years. Don’t be a brat.” Baekhyun pouted, the annoyed frown on his face made him look more adorable ever.

Baekhyun feels like the long-lost best friend you never had. The fact that he’s been with you since birth felt creepy before, but you can tell that Baehyun is genuinely nice to be around with. Well, except times he’s annoying as hell.  

“Y/N…I want that.”

You shivered when Baekhyun breathed down your neck. Turning around, you gave him a hard stare.  

“No, Baekhyun. I need to finish this paper today. Plus you already have clothes. Go away.”  

Baekhyun huffed loudly when you closed the tab on a shopping site. Just when you thought he had gone to somewhere else, the screen of your computer glitched and went black.

“Yah! Byun Baehyun!” You fisted your hair in irritation, “I didn’t even save that paragraph!“

“Is something wrong?“

Your brother’s head appeared from behind the door and the pen you threw in Baekhyun’s direction magically hit his head instead.

“You were loud enough for me to hear through noise reduction headphones.”

Your eyes darted to Baekhyun, who was standing a few inches away from your brother and watching with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Sorry. I was just annoyed with my _nuclear proliferation timelines. _”

He shrugged, “That’s why I told you to study business in college.”

You picked up the pen on the ground after your brother left and threw it to Baekhyun again. The plan to ignore him didn’t go well the moment he looked at you with those puppy eyes. The natural downturned shape didn’t help with your resolution as well. How come that it’s so hard to refuse him?

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Fine.”

Somehow you ended up in Gucci. Somehow Baekhyun pointed to that 600 dollar sweater you think is absolutely disgusting and said he wanted it.

You let out an exasperated sigh and turned to the shopping assistant with a forced smile.

”I’ll take this, thanks.”

Baekhyun floated next to you happily while you stared at the receipt with a painful expression.

“Do you know how much I spent on you already? You are gonna get me bankrupt in no time.”

“But you love me. And…“ Baekhyun whispered in a sing-song voice, “I help you with your tests in school.“

You sighed. There’s no way you can argue with that. Ever since Baekhyun figured out he’s no longer bound to stay in the house when he’s with you, he’s been tagging along wherever you go. And soon comes the perk of being the only one who can see and hear a ghost when Baekhyun shouts answers to multiple choice questions to you during tests in exchange for food or clothes. You still jump sometimes because of how loud he can be as if other people can see him as well.

You set up the fire in a remote spot of the riverside park, where you burn everything for Baekhyun. Tearing apart the carefully wrapped box, you dropped the sweater into the fire watching it lit on flames. You sighed, people would think you are crazy if they see you like this.

“Happy?”

You turned around to Baekhyun when everything was reduced to black dust on the ground. Your breath hitched as you took him in. 

How comes he still looks good in an ugly sweater like that? He looks more like a runway model than anyone else. Your heart started going crazy watching him under the afternoon sunlight. It made him glow even more. Your eyes caught on the details of his face, the amber of his eye, the small scar on the side of his cheek, and the strands of hair covering half of his forehead. They looked more real than usual, almost like solid colors.

You stepped closer and looked him over once again. Where did that transparency go? He should look more invisible under strong light, but  Baekhyun looked completely the opposite. 

“Is it alright? Yellow looks nice, huh?”

You pointed to one side of his body, “There’s a ruffled edge on the left side.“

“Where?” Baekhyun turned his head back and forth but couldn’t get it right. You knew that he couldn’t touch anything, but at that moment something propelled you to reach out your hands to him.

Baekhyun jumped back like he was burned by a candlestick the moment your fingers touched the now straighten sweater. When you realized it, you froze too.

He looked down in confusion, why didn’t your hands go through him like everybody else?

“You were able to touch me just now, how?”

You stared at your hand in shock, the texture of cashmere still felt real on the tip of your fingers. Did you just touch Baekhyun?

You sucked in a breath when you reached out again, but this time to his hand. The slightly cold but unmistakably real sensation of his fingers against your palm scorched you like a fire. Your hand was shaking when Baekhyun reached out, but this time he felt your hand for real.

Your head snapped up to meet Baekhyun’s when his fingers were wrapped around your wrist gently. The coldness from where the tip of his fingers met your wrists reminded you that everything is real, that you and Baekhyun are actually able to touch each other.

“Am I…becoming human?”

[mercurypilgrim]

Cloudbank - Chapter 31 (Vampire)

The Hunt is long and bloody, and it's not always glory that waits at the end.

The hunter can taste the chill in the air, and it lances his lungs with ice. 

Wrathfield Manor is an old structure, out of the way and spared the ruin of the epidemic of Spanish flu that had been ravaging London that last time he had been in the city a few years prior.

With the epidemic over, the country is only just beginning to clean up and move on.

He isn’t here to check on the occupants, however.

No, he's never been the benign kind of visitor, and his messages usually come in the form of a silver bullet between the eyes or a stake to the heart.

To Ao3

[kirasigncomics]

"It Never Left - chapter 3 animation"

I might colour this but only if people ask for it in the comments. fanfiction this animation was based on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42354294/chapters/106487838

creator of this au and idea: https://twitter.com/Froufrou111

fanfic by: https://twitter.com/Sunset_koi_

I read the fanfiction and it gave me chilling down the spine, this is not a word by word follow on what is happened in the fic but still sugest reading it first for context. I cut a little from the events as well. I think the poor boy had in pain longf enough XD This is late if we count as haloween but I am still in the spooky mood. :)

[meetinginsamarra]

Fanfics I Really Liked in April ´22

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock(-ish).

Night Vision by standbygo @blogstandbygo​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8106865

Different first meeting in a library during a blackout. In the dark all is more exciting, so John stays in the library. And who is the handsome burglar he meets there?

Coventry (-series) by standbygo @blogstandbygo​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2256522/chapters/4954131

This has been on my MFL for a long time and I´ve always hesitated because it´s a Dollhouse Fusion and I do not know Dollhouse. That was stupid. It´s absolutely not necessary to know it, as the author states as well. Such a great sci-fi-esque AU! Suspenseful, surprising, I have been hooked right from the start. Don´t stand by, go read. (Had to do this pun, not sorry).

The Bone Fiddle (-verse) by htebazytook/Vulgarweed @vulgarweed​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/573857/chapters/1028448

The so called “Appalachian AU”. Set in the 1970´s, it´s a lovely and often funny depiction of this age and the, let´s say, quirky country and people. The atmosphere and vibes are oozing off every sentence, Sherlock and John fit perfectly into this age, of course fit perfectly together and solve a really difficult and very smart plotted murder series. I absolutely love all the 70´s, sort of hillbilly variations of Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson, John´s trailer and Sherlock “mountain wise man” house. So much fun and suspense!

Missing the (Fixed) Point by @discordantwords​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31635359/chapters/78288491

A 5+1 AU different first meeting. Sherlock disrupts John`s plans. It´s DiscordantWords, so what more reason do you need to read anyway?

No Regrets by Calais_Reno @calaisreno​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38138260

Short and sweet. Locked in a cold warehouse, Lestrade deduces Sherlock.

The Dancing Man by ShirleyCarlton @shirleycarlton​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36296488

Short and smutty. John meets a very sexy bloke on the dance floor. It does go very well. 

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Special feature: The author EventHorizon

A very prolific writer with 151 works up to date, earlier works are Johnlock, later works are Mystrade. You can praise (or blame) them because this fic is why I´m here. Reposting the comment I made.

Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon @eventhorizon451​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/548726/chapters/977387

Sherlock coaxes John to go as a matched pair (sort of) in costumes on a Haloween tour.

 “It´s been a long time since I read this. This was the first fanfic I´ve read EVER and it took me some time to find it again. Can´t say why I chose yours, AO3 really overwhelmed me back then. I just learned that fanfiction even exists and I´ve been new to the Sherlock fandom. So. I read this and was confused as hell that they would kiss! How could this be? How could this be written at all?? Why did this make me happy??? And embarrassed somehow???? 😆 Obviously, I´m over this confusion. Coming back, I want to thank you for this (completely random but still) great entry into this rabbit hole. I can say for sure that it was you who got me hooked on fanfiction. Thanks for making me an addict...🙏 and showing me that everything is possible here. Until today, I´ve gone down this road to the end and started writing myself. OK. Just to let you know you´ve been my first 😉💖🥂 Love, Samarra”