#i'm feeling Quite Not Good today some manner of process is occurring in my brain (dysautonomia???)

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sooooooooo amazing when you can solve your problems by 'thinking about them' instead of 'feeling overwhelmed by them so refusing to look at them and then the fear grows'. my awesome skills 👍

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All Hallow’s Queen //Yandere! Samhain x reader//

Happy Halloween beloveds, hope you enjoy!!

All hallow’s night was your most beloved holiday. A celebration taken through countless alterations to wind up as the spectacular festival it was today. It was quite effortless for him to notice just how truly passionate you were about the modern adaptation of his holiday. And yet there was certain evidence that you knew more about the fete than you let on. 

Contrary to other houses around this city, yours was surrounded in dozens upon dozens of jack o lanterns. All with horrific designs carved into them and large burning candles were their guts were once stored. Some had mysterious symbols carved into them, while others had the faces of ghastly creators with spiky horns and slit eyes. From their positions, one might be under the impression that they where royal knights defending a fortress from unspeakable danger. Thought he knew what their true purpose and frankly he was rather hurt that'd you'd go to such extremes just to avoid a run-in with his kind. 

Maybe the second inkling has in your mannerisms, how you'd make sure never to cross the threshold of your house when giving sweet treats to the young naive children. Or maybe from the hex bag dangling from your neck, one that had everyone fooled as just an accessory to your lavish costume. Or maybe it was the full mask, shielding away your exquisite face from his weary yellow eyes. One so morbid it would make a few of his minions cower. 

Samhain had to admit that in the past hundred years or so he'd seen very few individuals who still believed in the old tales of Halloween. He'd never particularly questioned it, being old enough to know that fear and absolute power -even if only for one night- was never permanent. Still some Halloweens nights he'd ponder on what had changed all so many years ago. When had the world forgotten his existence? When had the humans forgotten to fear the beasts of the night? Was he simply reduced to sitting on a park bench giving treats and blades to young children? One's who looked at his face and cowered in fear whilst the passing adolescents complimented his "costume". It was pathetic in his opinion, he used to rule the world this one night. king of everything now king of simply nothing. He was fading away to the modern era, fading fast to live out the rest of his meaningless days in a pit in hell. 

And yet through an unexpected coincidence, you'd grabbed his eyes one night three days passed. Seeing you so desperate to remain safe that supernatural night, had sparked a sense of purpose back into him. No longer did he wish to sit on a bench as humans passed him by. No longer would he leave his minions to rot away in their own depression. No no no! This night he would be king again! Rule the night as he was once meant to. I'd be perfect, the most ideal night brought on by human ignorance and self-pride. His subjects could feast on so many unsuspecting victims, howl at the bright moon, posses any vessel they desired, pry on whoever, they wished. 

The streets would be flooded with human blood.

Carnage, pure carnage. 

Just as it should be!

And he the king would sit on his throne of skulls and pumpkins. Watching the elegant massacre take place. Come, the strike of 8:00 pm he'd being the attack. But first! There was one delicate matter to be taken care of fist. 

You were rather joyous this particular Halloween. Your normal count of trick or treaters had augmented by what you suspected to be sixty-six kids in counting. You hadn't exactly perceived such a turnout and yet were overjoyed. Simply praying that your candy stash would sustain until the end of the night. 

Shutting the door and lifting your mask to the top of your head. You began to make your way to the garage where you had one extra box of cany stored. Passing by the spirit masks,  engravements, and harvest baskets on your way. As you pulled out the box and carried it to the front door, you began to feel a sudden chill in the air. The houses seemed to have gotten darker the air stiffer, thicker even. Gulping you set the box down and grabbed hold of your necklace, chanting an ancient prayer whilst you shut your eyes tight hoping the evil spirit would pass by you. releasing your breath you slowly cracked your eyes open. The room certainly had gotten brighter. It wasn't until you full released the hex bag and opened your eyes that you noticed what exactly the light was. 

There stood a...man in front of you. Although his appearance matched no humans so to speak. His shaggy orange hair hung like cave stalactites on his skeleton white face. His bright yellow eyes seemed to radiate more light than any candle you had ever seen. Small black slits made up his entire pupils. An orange black glow emitted from his persona, reflecting as it caught on his Sharpe knife life nails. You let out a scream earsplitting and blaring, your eyes burned with tears as you cowered away in fear. Too overwhelmed to fully process any though other than fear. 

Seeing this the mysterious creature gave you an opened mouth smirk, displeasing his bat-like teeth. Another scream as you tried to run. Where you didn't know, only away, far away. And yet you couldn't move you where immobilized. Left on display for this thing to examine. Blood tricked down your nose and emitted an obnoxious noise as it hit the ground. 

"Why hello my dear, how are you on such a pleasant night?"

Your mouth moved to form words yet no sound ever leaving your vocal cords. 

"Do speak up now" 

You finally crooked a low 'please' as you began to sob. 

"Come now I surely can't be such an awful sight love! I do find my self rather ravishing compared to those anthropoids that have taken rule of this world."

Your eyes dared to look up, to meet his, they bore into your soul-filling your every sense numbing you and making your brain go fuzzy. 

"I must admit I'm rather impressed by the amount of effort you've put into avoiding any unpleasant encounters tonight of all nights! Lucky for you it's simply me you as come for you, love"

"Who the hell are you" Somehow you'd managed to swallow enough bravery to scream out an obvious question. Maybe you weren't as informed as he'd originally thought still....

"Why my dear! I'm the one and only Samhain! The dame origin of halloween, the master of all monsters, the ruler of fear itself."

Good god, this was bad! racking your brain trying to find a spell you may have chanted wrong or a sigil you had forgotten. "Please" you began to beg timidly again. "Please release me I am of no use as a sacrifice.."

He raised a sharp thin eyebrow pushing his lips to one side. "Whoever said anything about a sacrifice, no no, I've come here to personally thank you! My, youve open the eyes of this rotting soul. Shown me I can still take back my throne!"

It didn't make sense, the room span as you lost more blood from your nose. Small droplets began to fall from your lips. You'd done everything to keep these creatures away, how had it not worked. Worst you had someone attracted their king! 

Blood and tears ran down your face, again you looked up at his bright face. "I only tried to remain safe" you paused a thought floating into your head. "Your grace". 

"no need for formalities dear, especially I'm bestowing the honor of my queen onto you" 

Eyes wide you screamed "No! No! Please no, leave me alone please!" Why oh why? No answers where given. 

"Dearly you don't seem to understand, you have no choice in this. I AM RULER I CHOICE YOUR FATE. If you didn't want this to occur you might have wanted to try and be as oblivious as all the other measly humans on this rock." he spat. 

You where being punished for being too aware. Caught the eye of Halloween it's self by trying to ward off evil. Irony was rather bittersweet your favorite holiday had deemed you it's queen and yet the very thing you rid to repel had come with it. Samhain's queen what a tragic fate indeed. 

Happy Halloween~