#turns out the 'screams' were just tawny owl hoots

[homosexual-having-tea]

Horror videos that are like "this man.... heard the horrifying screams... of a demon... while in the woods....." and they show the audio and its literally like a coyote or cougar or some shit.

[adulttrio-imagines]

I was wondering if you could do a Hisoka x Hufflepuff reader, please? Also, your posts are amazing.

Thanks Anon! I don’t write too much, hence why this took so long, and I felt that a list of headcanons won’t do this justice, so enjoy~

Silence breaks as you climb the tower, footsteps echoing across the chamber like drumming heartbeats, your mother’s Christmas present tucked under your arm, your robes fluttering around you like angry ravens. Ever consistent to your absentminded nature, you had lost her present until just a couple minutes ago when you found it jumbled and hidden within the depths of your trunk. The steep staircases spiral endlessly, eerily quiet with what little students left in Hogwarts attending the Christmas Feast, but somehow your feet lead you on. Opening the owlery door, the odd mix of stale droppings and crisp winter air greet you, it’s not unpleasant nor is it welcomed.

You take in a long breath, and exhale. A couple feathers drifts down and you sneeze.

“This is my spot you know. If you want to run and hide from the party you need to find your own spot.” You scream, almost dropping the present, flipping around to find the source of the smooth voice. No sooner had your eyes adjusted to the dark room, did a figure saunter out from behind the beams. You recognize the cold look in those yellow eyes anywhere, and your heart pounded heavily against your rib cage.

“I’m not hiding. What are you doing up here? Everyone else is downstairs.” Somehow you find the courage inside of you, and your words come out strong. Like the stench in the air, you feel no particular animosity towards the boy, nor do you feel any sort of fondness towards him. It was just uncomfortably awkward, and made you wish you were alone in the dark tower.

Hisoka steps closer, you consciously will yourself to not take a step back. “Hmm? Is that so? Well I just wanted to be alone. Why are you here?” He asks, disappearing behind a post before appearing right behind you, half-lidded eyes glinting all the while.

You gulp, shrugging to play it off as you head over to a barn owl. “I just needed to send some stuff home. I thought I lost my mother’s Christmas present but turns out it was in my trunk the whole time.”

“I thought Hufflepuffs were good finders, guess that can’t be true for all.” He laughs, and it makes your stomach flip for all the wrong reasons. You looked away, pretending to catch the attention of an owl as you snuck glances at him.

You’ve never interacted with the boy the past year despite being in the same classes, but words of his actions have drifted in and out of your friend circle during your time at Hogwarts.

He’s insane. Gilbert Huckerby once whispered after rumors of a badly injured fifth year student being sent to St Mungos spread to the Hufflepuff common room. It was thought that Hisoka was the perpetrator but since no one had any proof, he got away.

You’ve heard the stories, of blisters growing all over the victim’s face, of burning tongues and disappearing eyes, all while the boy in front of you was said to have looked on, smiling.

But he’s… small, even for a thirteen year old. He’s slightly shorter than you are, in all your tiny glory. With floppy hair framing his still baby-faces cheeks, you knew that while dismissing those rumors would be unwise, it was hard to believe them all.

“Can’t win them all.” You shrugged, struggling to secure the package to a the fidgety barn owl you had manage to persuade. It hooted shrilly when you accidentally tangled the string with your fingers, and pecked at them when you got its talons mixed up in the process.

“Ack! I’m sorry! I can’t help it!” You turn to the amused boy next to you, practically pleading, your absent mindedness costing you, “can you please untie this? My hands are stuck and I can’t-“ You tug at the string and get another nip in response.

“Hmm? I don’t really feel up to the task and I’m kinda enjoying the view and all.” He gestures out towards the open grounds, eyes glinting mischievously in the dark. In the night, his yellow eyes blended in with the other owls that stared judgmentally down at you.

“Please? I really need to send this off- Ack!” A wing slaps you across the face, and a mocking laugh echoes through the tower, sending a few tawny owls flying out the window. You turn to glare at him, trying to look as threatening as you could with a scratched up face and feathers in your hair.

“This isn’t funny!” You exclaim, only to get slapped again in the other cheek. “Yuck! When’s the last time you clean yourself!” The bird shoots you a scathing look, hooting even more as it pecks your nose.

“Really? I disagree. Aren’t you suppose to be a witch?” His smile shone even in the faint candle light, distractingly bright, and you caught yourself staring before quickly turning away, hoping the darkness hid your beet red face.

“Ah! Why didn’t I think of that?” Quickly, you try to reach for your wand but realize it’s missing. Frantically you try to retrace your steps, banging your head against the wall when you realize you left it in your robe pocket downstairs. You groan and bang your head against the wall.

“You got it really tangled up.” Warm fingers glide over yours and it takes all of your self-control not to jump when you feel something hot breathing against the name of your neck. You turn your face slightly, and let out a muffled scream when your nose nearly brushes against Hisoka’s. He looked extremely pleased with himself, moreso than usual as he frees the owl from your clumsy hands. His fingers are nimble, quick and long, so slender they make your own look childish in comparison. You feel his breath run across your neck, sending jolts of shivers across your frame, the air feeling incredibly thin as his hands brushed against yours. You try to look away, and find it impossible. His smile, which you assumes to be even creepier up close, was somehow extremely attractive, in a boyish way.

“There.” He smirks, stepping back. You catch yourself staring at the curve of his jaw and the surprising broadness of his shoulders throughout a curtain of hair as he steps back. Just like that you release a breath you weren’t aware you were holding in, relaxing as you felt the last tremors leave your knees. You breathe a sigh of relief, thanks at the tip of your tongue when you notice he held a pack of sweets in his hand. A pack you distinctly remembered wrapping up and had intended to give your brother.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Consider it payment for my help.”he smirks, tossing it in the air.

“What-“ but you pause. Knowing Hisoka, arguing would just be giving him what he wanted and you refuse to stoop to his level. You straighten up and look him dead in the eye, puffing your chest out. Besides, Christmas is the time for giving anyway.

“Fine, you can keep it. Thanks for helping me out.” His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and you feel oddly pleased at surprising him. “I’ll just get some more at Honeydukes, I’ve been meaning to get a different flavor anyway.” You hop down the stairs, pleased to know that your mum would now be getting her present.

“Well, I’m going to head down now.” You stop, noticing how he still stood at the top of the steps. “Aren’t you coming down? The feast is going to end soon, if we hurry we can get dessert.”

“I’m staying up here.” He answers after a slight pause. He smiles the same cold smile you’ve see so many times that never quite reaches his eyes, waving you off. On top of the tower, alone with the surrounding wooden post ring long shadows all around him, he looks like a ghost, isolated from everything, and you almost push on.

But you remember this is also Hisoka, and the contorted face of the fifth year you saw heaving on the hospital bed stops you.

“Alright then, Merry Christmas.” You give him a half hearted wave back and descend the stairs, missing how his stare follows you and remains stationed there long after you’re gone.

…..

It eats away at you.

You push your mash potatoes around as what was left of your housemates laugh and compare their Christmas gifts, mind returning to the lone boy in the tower. He probably had his reasons for wanting to be alone, but somehow you cannot shake off the strange feeling growing in your gut. The guilt slowly ebbs away at your consciousness, with both sides of your heart battling out.

As scary as it was, he did help you, and you hated the idea of anyone else having to spend Christmas alone in that tower.

Even if it were Hisoka.

You made your choice, you suddenly stood up and loaded on dessert, running off to find the boy.

The owlery is mostly empty and your voice echoes across the circular tower. You climb the steps and find Hisoka sprawled lazily across one of the larger windows, shuffling a worn out deck of cards, the pack of sweets he stole from you lying forgotten on the floor.

You almost call out to him but a tirade of voices flood through your ears. The weight in your hands feeling inexplicably heavy for that split moment.

Dangerous.

Unstable.

A threat to us all.

He lifts a hand up… and accidentally drop the cards all over his face.

Relief swells like a balloon and you quickly climb to the window.

“Hey are you hungry?” You call out. He doesn’t even take a glance at you as you set your haul right next to him.

“You could have answered me, you know!” You huffed, crossing your arms. He lazily turns his head towards you and smiles. You hate the coldness in his eyes as he sits up straight, gaze boring straight through you. It was as if he couldn’t exactly see you, the glazed look his eyes had taken on adding to your discomfort.

“Are you.. okay?” You ask, approaching him the way one would approach a wild animal, and you catch yourself reaching out to him. He smiles, baring his teeth and shows off an impressive set of canines.

“Ah? What brings this Hufflepuff back? Another package to send? I hope you know that the owls here refuse to send anything else for you.” He eyes the package on the floor with mild interest and you pull back, clenching your fist in an effort to still them.

“That’s too bad. This next one is to Mars, my cousin goes to school there and I thought she would like her present.” You hope he doesn’t hear the slight tremble in your as you play into his game, you know what to do, even if your heart feels as if it’s going to crawl out of your throat.

“What school do they go to?” He asks.

“Pigfarts.” You reply with a completely straight face.

Hisoka blinks, once, twice. And roars with laughter. It’s almost like a bark and you find it hard to stand your ground, regretting your decision immediately as he doubles over with laughter. Your ears feel so warm and what little food you have in your stomach flip flops.

“No. I just-I just thought.. No one should spend Christmas alone, so I snuck some food out and brought them here.” You go in to assess the damage, unwrapping the loot as he continues to chuckle before presenting him with what food you could scavenge from the feast. He easily lands with unexpected grace to the ground, and crouches to examine your offering.

Once again, a cool, pleased feeling purrs inside you to see him taken aback by your statement as you presented him with an assortment of pastries and cake. “I could only get dessert if you don’t mind.” You say, nudging them towards him.

Hesitantly, he grabs and takes a bite of a brioche bun, the corners of his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

“It’s quite dry.” He states, but takes another bite before tossing a few crumbs for the owls to eat. You grab one and bite into it, letting out a contented moan. It’s light, fluffy and not the slightest bit dry.

“I don’t think it’s dry.”

“I know.”

“So why are you really out here?”

“You sure are nosy.”

“And you’re mean.”

“Hmm. True.” He suddenly turns to face you, and he’s so close that you can count the faint freckles that dot his nose. “Do you know want to see some magic?”

“Hisoka, we’re at Hogwarts. All we do is magic.” You say, too stunned to move away. Your breath gets hitched in your throat, and you hesitantly lick your noticeably dry lips.

“Yeah, but have you seen this?” A flick of his hands and a previously unseen joker card appears between his fingers.

You reach out for the card, tips brushing against his. He doesn’t pull back, and you feel the tingling sensation spread through your arm.

He smiles again, eyes creased into crescent moons, as he takes a bite of the desert you brought up. It is far more genuine than any you had ever seen him give, before diving into his explanation with unexpected enthusiasm.

You return his smile.

He’s cold.

Cruel.

Inhuman.

But for that moment, in the darkness of the tall tower, surrounded by clouds of snow, a pack of cold pastries in between the both of you, fingers constantly brushing one another, with nothing but the moon for light, you remember that he’s just a person too.

[cirquedufreak-rp]

WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS [Willow].

[Choi Ahyeon] will reside in the [Green] tent. At home, she is assigned to home number [241]. [Avian Shapeshifting] will be useful to the Midnight Circus. Remember our only rule: Once you join, you cannot leave.

Faceclaim Information

Name: Ahn Sohee Group: Actress / Previous Wonder Girls member

Character Information

Name: Ahyeon Choi                       Stage Name: Willow Age: 26 (March 13, 1992) Tent Assignment: #8 Green Home Island Cottage Assignment: #241

Skill: Avian Shapeshifting

Willow has the ability to transform herself into the form of any bird. Some birds are harder than others, and smaller birds are the hardest for her to achieve and are actually painful to shift into.

If willow stays in a form too long, she may end up stuck in the form. The longer she stays in an avian form, the longer it takes to transform back and the harder it is for her to make the transformation. She has also transformed back and had feathers still painfully embedded in her skin that she has had to manually pull out, though this usually only happens when she has been in an avian form for an extended period of time.

Member Status: New

Performance Details: Willow tries to stay out of the spotlight as much as she can. She has her own small pedestal outside that has a roost on it for Tempest and Gale, her two Tawny owls. She lets people come up and hold them and teaches kids about different types of birds. From time to time, she also will transform in front of the crowd and fly around with the other two before settling down on the roost. An assistant, usually one of the younger members, will then ask the crowd to figure out which is Willow. If they win, willow will turn back and give them a plush bird. If they don’t, the owl they pick will hoot at them and turn in their spot before willow transforms back. Outside of performances, willow acts as a teacher for the younger members.

Personality: Willow is small, but her personality makes up for it. She can be loud, somewhat abrasive and isn’t scared to call someone out if they are wrong. This doesn’t mean that she is rude or cruel, however. In fact, she is quite the opposite. She cares for the people surrounding her and does her best to help students in need. She just doesn’t take anyone else’s rudeness and she doesn’t want people to keep believing incorrect facts. Willow also is fairly nocturnal and is very sleepy during the day, so many times she is found either napping between classes or aggressively drinking coffee.

Background: Willow Choi, born Ahyeon Choi, was born in  Gyeongju in 1992. Her twin sister, Ahseong, was born just a few minutes before her, leaving her the youngest. At the age of 6, her family moved to Manchester to pursue employment opportunities for her Father. Her father was a Pediatric Surgeon and her mother a Psychiatrist. Both had high expectations for their daughter. After about a year in England, Ahyeon started to go by Willow and her sister, Ahseong, started to go by Rowan.

Willow and Rowan were different children. Willow was the first to show her ability. In a fit at not getting something she wanted, her body transformed into that of a small owl, hopping around the floor in their living room. Her mother screamed out in fear, causing her sister and father to come running. It was only a matter of days before the same thing happened with her sister, only her form was that of a duckling. Their parents, after getting over their initial shock, started doing their best to help the twins learn to control their ability. Over time, they realised that while both girls had their preferred forms, they could turn into any bird that they wanted to.

When they were thirteen, however, everything changed. A fire at their school caused them to be trapped in the lab at school. As they tried to escape, part of the ceiling that was on fire fell on them, covering her sister and landing on her legs. Both of them blacked out, waking up several days later in the hospital. Her sister passed away from her injuries several days later, and willow will always carry burn scars on the backs of her legs, though after 13 years they are no longer noticeable unless you really look.

Willow took the death of her sister hard and withdrew into herself, focusing hard on her schoolwork and quickly moving up through the years. She graduated school early and went on quickly to be accepted into the University of Cambridge at the young age of 17. After hard work and overdoing it, she graduated at the young age of 25 with a Doctorates in Biophysics and quickly found a place at a small university teaching.

It was there that she met Mitch Aoyama. At first they became good friends. He was older than her by 10 years, but that didn’t seem to matter when they were together. They got along well and she got along well with his daughter, Emi. Friendship quickly turned to romance, however, which ended up causing problems for Mitch at the University. In a drunken state before they were truly together, Willow kissed Mitch while on campus and they were seen by a student that reported that Mitch had been seen kissing a student, mistaking the young looking professor for one of their peers. When Mitch was asked to not come back, Willow made the decision to leave with him and Emi to Japan to start their life over together, as a family.