#yandere freddy kruger

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Freddy Krueger Would Include:

He's the embodiment of an overprotective and obsessive lover. He cares deeply for the one he calls his own. He will not hesitate to kill or harm anyone who threatens or dares to take you from him. He likes being the only one you give attention to. No one and I mean no one’s opinion of you matters unless it’s his. After all, he knows what’s best for you.

He'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he gently caresses your face. The mere thought of another man touching you drives him absolutely wild. He is fiercely protective of you and will not tolerate any form of disrespect towards you.

He’s also controlling and manipulative. He believes he's the only one who truly understands and knows what's best for you. He'll try to isolate you from your friends and family, making himself your only support system. He’s possessive and protective to the extreme and will become extremely jealous if he believes someone is attempting to steal your attention away from him.

He'll try to control and monitor your every move. He doesn't like you having much of a social life outside of him. He’ll constantly check in with you and may even try to track your location. He also can get quite violent if you try to distance yourself from him or suggest ending the relationship.

He also has a dark and twisted sense of humor. He’s not above making morbid jokes about your potential future together. He’ll probably even make references to how he'll kill anyone who gets in his way of having you.

In front of others, he’s usually calm, cool, and collected. He acts like he’s your loving and devoted partner. He’ll put on a facade of being a charming and caring individual. He may even go as far as to act protective and possessive in front of others, though less outwardly so.

He’s more than happy to reassure you whenever you need it. He’ll constantly remind you that he’s the only one who truly understands and cares for you. He’ll listen to your worries and concerns and reassure you that everything will be okay as long as you’re with him. He may also offer physical signs of affection, such as embraces, caresses, and kisses

He’s quite generous and will gladly reward you for your loyalty. He’ll spoil you with gifts, presents, and special privileges. He’ll also shower you with praise and compliments for your devotion. He may also surprise you with romantic gestures, such as extravagant dates or spontaneous gifts

He is not one to shy away from punishment. If he believes you’re stepping out of line or misbehaving, he’ll be quick to correct your behavior. He may resort to physical force, such as spanking or restraining, or he may simply withdraw affection or attention until you repent. He’s not above doling out threats, such as warning you of dire consequences should you persist in your disobedience.

He isn’t exactly a fan of prolonged arguments. He sees them as a waste of time and thinks that any problem should be settled quickly and efficiently. He’ll likely try to assert his dominance and authority in the fight. He may even try to manipulate and gaslight you into thinking you’re the one in the wrong. However, if the fight is unavoidable, he’ll be quick to fight dirty and will pull out any tricks he knows to maintain control.

He's an incredibly affectionate partner. He loves to shower you with physical affection and will constantly express his love and devotion to you. He believes in giving you as much love and attention as possible. He'll constantly touch you and show you physical affection, such as holding your hand, embracing you, and leaving soft kisses.

He loves to haunt your dreams, especially if he can't be there in person. He'll constantly appear in your dreams, often as a nightmare, tormenting and taunting you in various ways. Or, he may even disguise himself as a source of comfort and security to further manipulate you. However, he always shows up in some form in your dreams, always letting you know that he's there and watching over you.

He will go all out on a date, taking you to extravagant events such as a candlelit dinner at a fancy restaurant, a visit to an opera or a theater performance, a trip to an amusement park, a romantic couples' massage, or even a horse-drawn carriage ride. He believes in making the occasion special and memorable. He'll likely be very generous and try to impress you with his charm and finesse. He can also be quite jealous and possessive on dates, getting very hostile and angry if someone even looks in your direction.

If his darling wanted to break up, he would be absolutely devastated. He would vehemently try to convince you otherwise, attempting to change your mind through emotional manipulation and guilt-tripping. He would probably become extremely possessive and aggressive, trying to convince you that you belong to him and that he was the only one who could truly make you happy. He would likely resort to extreme measures in order to prevent losing you, up to and including acts of violence and stalking.

He'll likely resort to stalking and monitoring your every move. He'll constantly watch you, follow you around, and keep tabs on your activities. He'd get extremely upset if he felt you were hiding something from him or not giving him enough attention before you two get together.

He’d absolutely have a shrine dedicated to you. It would be filled with pictures, momentos, and other trinkets to remind him of you and your relationship. He’d spend hours admiring the shrine and talking to the memories he has of you, treating it as if it held a piece of your very soul.

He would take marriage very seriously. He'd want a big, extravagant wedding, something that would cement your bond and publicly express his claim over you. He’d likely want you to wear a wedding dress and exchange vows in front of friends and family. However, he’d also likely be very possessive and jealous on the day of the wedding, getting extremely angry and hostile if someone tried to take your attention away from him. He’d see the wedding as a way to bind you to him eternally, making you his forever.

He’d absolutely want children. He’d want to have little versions of you running around, kids who looked like you and acted like you. He’d likely want more than one, viewing them as little pieces of you that he could own. He’d likely be an overprotective parent, not wanting anyone to get close to his children and always being vigilant of their safety. He’d want to shape and mold them into carbon copies of him and you.

If his darling didn't want or couldn't have kids, he’d likely be devastated. He’d probably try to convince them to change their mind, using emotional manipulation and guilt trips to sway their opinion. He’d probably try to find ways around it, such as seeking out adoption or surrogates, in order to obtain the children he’d always wanted. He’d likely become very frustrated and upset if his darling remained firm in their decision or inability to have kids.

"You're mine, and mine alone. I am your world. You belong to me, and you have to do everything I say. I won't allow anyone else to have you, and I will do anything to keep you by my side. You are nothing without me, and you are completely dependent on me. I own you, and I will make sure you never forget that."

Orgasm denial - Edging you repeatedly, keeping you right on the brink without allowing release until he says so. Building frustration fuels obedience to him in his mind.

Bondage - Tying you up and taking complete control, using your body however he pleases. Loves seeing you squirm and plead for him.

Pain play - Introducing mild pain alongside pleasure, like slapping, pinching, or biting. Makes the highs feel that much better.

Spanking - Giving out hard smacks to your ass, either as punishment or simply because it turns him on. Love watching the red marks spread.

Long-term torture - Keeping you in a state of constant arousal and denial, never allowing you relief, pushing you to the brink of madness.

[konigsblog]

omg any more yan! König and krueger thoughts ?? love it

yesyesyes!!! ugh, i want that white ring to form around their cocks when i ride them in the shower, the other jerking off while being fucked against the showers walls. mm', i need to feel their veins against my gummy, tight walls while they bury their seed deep in my slick pussy :(

getting spanked or fucked even harder when you mess up a word in german, getting you to say you love them and not telling you the meaning :( definitely enjoy seeing your pussy raw and stinging, used and oozing out thick, pearly cum!!! “weak...” krueger mutters as könig slaps your sensitive hole, the soft pleads for them to let you go going straight to their heavy, stiff dicks.

apart from smut, the types of yandere they are; könig, i've talked about him endlessly on my account (as his wife...) and i view him as a manipulative, slightly delusional overprotective psychopath. krueger is just too fucking touchy, protective and somewhat sadistic when something doesn't go his way...

god, they're cruel with their actions and words. handfeeding you whilst they talk all about you, trying to get you to open up and talk to them about private issues that you don't want to speak about. slapping the insides of your thighs when you refuse and scolding you. humming and nodding when you finally answer private questions :( they don't even believe in privacy; bathing you and brushing your teeth, one sitting in the bathtub with you whilst the other washes you, invading your space !!! :(

they're easily jealous, pulling you onto their chests at night 'til you're woken up in a sleepy haze, both men arguing while you block your ears. or, watching tv with them, sat either on their laps or between both burly, brute men 🥹🥹 their hands on each of your thighs, smiling softly down at you when you fall asleep with your head resting on their muscular biceps :( 🎀

grgfgrrr, soft moments with these dipshits 😵‍💫

[night1031]

whsujdi i’m sorry! yandere dbd if you can please? uhh male please?

my hobbies: writing poetry, singing, drawing, reading, daydreaming, listening to music

gender identity: female

personality traits: kind, selfless, funny, motherly towards loved ones, self conscious, loving- honestly i’m just nice and i have low self esteem 💀 i’m really socially anxious and just anxious in general.

ideal partner: honestly someone more dominant, intelligent, funny, maybe someone who would take care of me during my lows- i don’t really care outside of that.

other than those, i dress more comfy gothic. i want to try warcore, streetwear, and techwear though. i listen to 90s alternative and a variety of rock. umm, i love horror movies and games. im curvy and have blue eyes and black hair too! uhhh i’m 5’5

again im really sorry!!

So based on what you've said, there is only one person to match you with.

Freddy Krueger, The Springwood Spasher

I don't need to say anything here.

NONCON: 96.8%

Kidnapping: 99%

Murder: I don't even need to say it.

Congrats. You got screwed over.

[stupendouspizzacomputer]

INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader) Overlords:

•Carmilla/Carmilla Carmine (Demon/Demons)

•Zestial (Demon/Demons)

•Daemon Targaryen (asoiaf/House of Dragons/A Song of ice and fire/Rhaenicent/Hotd/Game of Thrones/Aoiaf fanart) (Demon/Demons)

•Daenerys Targaryen (asoiaf/House of Dragons/A Dragons/A song of Ice and Fire/Rhaenicent/Hotd/Game of Thrones/Asoiaf Fanart) (Demon/Demons)

•Vox (Radiostatic/Staticapple/Vox the TV demon/Hazbin Vox/Staticmoth/Voxval) (Demon/Demons)

•Valentino (Staticmoth/Voxval) (Demon/Demons)

•Velvette/Velvet (Demon/Demons)

•Alastor (OriginStory/Daisies/Insane/Deer/Alastorears/Radio Demon/Hazbin Alastor/Alastor radio demon/Hazbin hotel alastor/Alastor Hazbin hotel/Human alastor/alastor hazbin/Alastor fanart/The Radio Demon/Radioalastor) (Demon/Demons)

•Rosie (Rosie Hazbin hotel/Radiorose/Hazbin Rosie) (Demon/Demons)

•Zeezi (Demon/Demons)

•Nergal (Demon/Demons)

•Vassago (Birdblr) (Demon/Demons)

•Sock and Buskin (Demon/Demons)

•Frederick Von Eldritch (Demon/Demon)

•Bethesda Von Eldritch (Demon/Demons)

•Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill/Gravityfalls/Billford/10yearsofgravityfalls) (Demon/Demons)

•Wolverine (Deadpool 3/Disney/Marvel/Poolverine/weapon x/James Logan Howlett) (Demon/Demons)

•Deadpool (Deadpool/Deadpool 3/Disney/Marvel/Poolverine/Spideypool/weapon x) (Demon/Demons)

•Thanos (Marvel/Disney/mcu) (Demon/Demons)

•Diego (Umbrella Academy) (Demon/Demons)

•Sukuna (jjk/Jujutsu Kaisen/jujutsukaisen/Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen/jjk269/jjkspoilers/Jujutsukaisenedit) (Demon/Demons)

•Suguru Geto (jjk/Jujutsu Kaisen/jujutsukaisen/Satosugu/Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen/Yandere Geto/jjk269/jjkspoilers/Jujutsukaisenedit) (Demon/Demons)

•The Lamb (Cotl/Cult of the lamb) (Demon/Demons)

•Dio Brando (jjba/Jojo's Bizzarre Adventure/Jojbizzareadventure) (Demon/Demons)

•Joker (DC/DC comics/dccomics/dcuniverse/Batman/superbat/bats/Bat) (Demon/Demons)

•Lex Luthor (DC/DC comics/dccomics/dcuniverse/Superman/Superbat/bats/bat) (Demon/Demons)

•Ballas (Warframe) (Demon/Demons)

•Cassidy (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/Fnafedit/Fivenightsatfreddys/Fnafmovie/Fnafsong/Stuckinside/Fnafgame/Fnafvhs/Fnafmemesfnaf/Funnyfnaf/Nextweekatfreddys/fnafsecuritybreach) (Demon/Demons)

•William Afton (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/Fnafedit/Fivenightsatfreddys/Springtrap/Fnafmovie/Fnafsong/Stuckinside/Fnafgame/Fnafvhs/Fnafmemesfnaf/Funnyfnaf/Nextweekatfreddys/fnasecuritybreach) (Demon/Demons)

•Delilah Briarwood (Critical role/Dimension 20) (Demon/Demons)

•Vecna (Stranger things/Byler) (Demon/Demons)

•Vash the Stampede (Trigun/Trigun Stampede) (Demon/Demons)

•Deathwing (World of Warcraft) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Undertaker (wwe/aew/nxt/wrestling/Fight club/wwe raw/Monday night raw) (Demon/Demons)

•Eric Cartman (South park) (Demon/Demons)

•Handsome Jack (Borderlands) (Demon/Demons)

•Teach/Black Beard (One piece/Onepiece/Toonami/Zosan) (Demon/Demons)

•Jason Voorhees (2000s/Dead by Daylight/Horror movies) (Demon/Demons)

•Freddy Kruger (2000s/Dead by Daylight/Horror movies) (Demon/Demons)

•Ghostface (Scream/Dead by Daylight/Horror movies) (Demon/Demons)

•Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa) (Demon/Demons)

•The Hunter (bloodborne) (Demon/Demons)

•Voldemort (Harry potter/Hogwarts Legacy/Marauders/Dramione) (Demon/Demons)

•Jigsaw (Saw/Dead by Daylight/Horror movies) (Demon/Demons)

•Dabi (bnha/My hero academia/mha/boku no hero academia) (Demon/Demons)

•V2 (Ultrakill) (Demon/Demons)

•The King (In stars and Time/Isat) (Demon/Demons)

•Chara (undertale) (Demon/Demons)

•Soldier boy (Jensen Ackles) (Demon/Demons)

•Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal) (Demon/Demons)

•Monika (ddlc) (Demon/Demons)

•Damien LaVey (Monster Prom) (Demon/Demons)

•Clucky (Cluckys/Gametoons/Roblox) (Demon/Demons)

•Mama Demonica (Cluckys/Gametoons/Roblox) (Demon/Demons)

•Myotismon (Digimon) (Demon/Demons)

•Melon (Beastars) (Demon/Demons)

•Silco (Arcane/Vanco/League of Legends/Zaun/Arcane edit/Arcane spoilers/Arcane season 2/leagueoflegends) (Demon/Demons)

•Jinx (Arcane/Timebomb/League of Legends/Zaun/Arcane edit/Arcane spoilers/Arcane season 2/leagueoflegends) (Demon/Demons)

•Vi (Arcane/Caitvi/League of Legends/Zaun/Arcane edit/Arcane spoilers/Arcane season 2/leagueoflegends) (Demon/Demons)

•Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan) (Demon/Demons)

•Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) (Demon/Demons)

•Armand (iwtv/interview with the vampire/Vampire/Vampires/Loustat/Devil's minion/Amandaniel) (Demon/Demons)

•Dante (Devil May Cry) (Demon/Demons)

•Edelgard Von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem/Nintendo) (Demon/Demons)

•Kibutsuji Muzan (Toonami/Inotan/demon slayer/Demonslayer/Kimetsunoyaiba/Kny) (Demon/Demons)

•Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen (Austin Butler) (Demon/Demons)

•Soundwave (Transformers/Transformers one/Transformersprime) (Demon/Demons)

•Megatron (Transformers /Transformers one/Transformerprime) (Demon/Demons)

•Claw (Mp100/Mob Psycho 100) (Demon/Demons)

•Herobrine (Minecraft) (Demon/Demons)

•Makima (Chainsaw Man) (Demon/Demons)

•Makarov (Call of duty/Ghostsoap) (Demon/Demons)

•Dracula (Dracula dail) (vampire/vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Mavis (Selena Gomez) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Donovan Desmond (Spy x Family) (Demon/Demons)

•Cyn (Murder Drones/Murderdrones/Glitch) (Demon/Demons)

•Doll (Murder Drones/Murderdrones/Glitch) (Demon/Demons)

•Gideon Coal (Legends of Avantaris/Once upon a witchlight) (Demon/Demons)

•Hank J. Wimbleton (Madness combat) (Demon/Demons)

•Scar (The Lion King/Disney) (Demon/Demons)

•Baby Blue (Reverse 1999) (Demon/Demons)

•Talulah (Arknights/Yostar) (Demon/Demons)

•President Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games/Sunrise on the Reaping) (Demon/Demons)

•Catnap (cats of Tumblr/cats/gatti/Poppyplaytime) (Demon/Demons)

•Yarnabi (Poppyplaytime) (Demon/Demons)

•Mommylonglegs (Poppyplaytime) (Demon/Demons)

•Poppy (Poppyplaytime) (Demon/Demons)

•The Repentant Devil (Fallen London) (Demon/Demons)

•Kromer (Limbus Company) (Demon/Demons)

•Viago Heimburg (What we do in the Shadows/wwdits) (Demon/Demons)

•Darth Maul (Star Wars/starwars/Starwarsfan) (Demon/Demons)

•Darthvader (Star wars/Starwars/Starwarsfan) (Demon/Demons)

•Sylus (Love and Deepspace) (Demon/Demons)

•Junker Queen (Overwatch) (Demon/Demons)

•Reaper (Overwatch) (Demon/Demons)

•Doomfist (Overwatch) (Demon/Demons)

•Sombra (Overwatch) (Demon/Demons)

•Widowmaker (Overwatch) (Demon/Demons)

•Mauga (Overwatch) (Demon/Demons)

•Moira (Overwatch) (Demon/Demons)

•The Punisher (Frank Castle) (Demon/Demons)

•Max Jägerman (Hatchetfield) (Demon/Demons)

•Tyler Galpin/The Hyde (The Addams Family/Anjelica Hutson) (Demon/Demons)

•Evil Eye (Dandadan/Momokarun) (Demon/Demons)

•Baron Draxum (Rottmnt) (Demon/Demons)

•Mrpuzzles (smg4/smg4meggy/wotfi) (Demon/Demons)

•Antares (Monarch of Destruction) (Sololeveling/Manhwa/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Sillad (Monarch of Frost) (Sololeveling/Manhwa/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Ashborn (Monarch of Shadows) (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Baran (Monarch of White Flames) (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Rakan (Monarch of Fangs) (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Tarnak (Monarch of Iron Body) (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Legia (Monarch of The Beginning) (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Querehsha (Monarch of Plagues) (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Yogumunt (Monarch of Transfiguration) (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Demon/Demons)

•Theodore Peterson (HelloNeighbor Cartoon) (Demon/Demons)

•King of the Crown (Seabeast) (Demon/Demons)

•Queen of the Crown (Seabeast) (Demon/Demons)

•Amanda (Amandatheadventurer/Neutronnexus) (Demon/Demons)

•Rana Singh (Monkey man/Dev Patel) (Demon/Demons)

•Commodus (Paul Mescal/Gladiator 2) (Demon/Demons)

•Godmother (Fleabag) (Demon/Demons)

•Martin (Fleadbag) (Demon/Demons)

•Tanya Von Degurechaff/Tanya(Tanyatheevil/Youjosenki) (Demon/Demons)

•Professor Moriarty (Andrew Scott/Sherlock) (Demon/Demons)

•Crowley Eusuford (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Ferid Bathory (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Krul Tepes (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Shikama Doji (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Asuramaru (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Saito (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Urd Geales (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Noya Hienma (Seraph of the end) (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Bowser (Nintendo/Super Mario brothers) (Demon/Demons)

•Wario (Nintendo/Super Mario brothers) (Demon/Demons)

•Belos (Toh/The owl house/Thanks to them/Owl house/Toh fanart/Toh belos) (Demon/Demons)

•Spider queen (Lego Monkie Kid) (Demon/Demons)

•Gennon (Berserk/Tudor) (Demon/Demons)

•Boscogn (Berserk/Tudor) (Demon/Demons)

•Adon Coborlwitz (Berserk/Tudor) (Demon/Demons)

•Samson Coborlwitz (Berserk/Tudor) (Demon/Demons)

•Gien (Berserk/Tudor) (Demon/Demons)

•Void (Berserk) (Demon/Demons)

•Slan (Berserk) (Demon/Demons)

•Ubik (Berserk) (Demon/Demons)

•Conrad (Berserk) (Demon/Demons)

•Femto (Berserk) (Demon/Demons)

•Lelouch (Codegeass) (Demon/Demons)

•Chrollo (Hxh/Hunterxhunter/Phantomtroupe) (Demon/Demons)

•Adultrio (Hxh/Hunterxhunter/Phantomtroupe) (Demon/Demons)

•Illumi (Hxh/Hunterxhunter/Phantomtroupe) (Demon/Demons)

•Hisoka (Hxh/Hunterxhunter/Phantomtroupe) (Demon/Demons)

•Nosferatu (Vampire/Vampires) (Demon/Demons)

•Palpatine (Star wars/starwars) (Demon/Demons)

•Rick Prime/RickSanchez (Rickandmorty/Ricknmorty) (Demon/Demons)

•Crimson (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Ferbigott (Ragnacrimson) (Demon/Demons)

•Borgius "The Sea forest Dragon"/The Arm Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Ultimatia "The Heavenly Winged Dragon (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Woltekamui "The Lightning Claw Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Disaster Thrower "The Tempest Cell Dragon " (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Nebulim "The Barrier Dragon " (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Taratectora "The explosive dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Olto Zora "The Mad Maestro Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Temruogtaf "The Glutton Dragon (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Dornea "The Spiked Bed Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Grymwelte "The Black Magic Dragon " (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons ) (Demon/Demons)

•Baron Sierra (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Chantioras (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Urshgaurn (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Gilzea "The Severing Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Kylgis (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Bagram "The Truth Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Gargantina "The Heavy Armor Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons)(Demon/Demons)

•Erun Eski "The Glacial Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Lapisdozzo "The Labyrinth Dragon (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Lupowa "The Mist Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Banko "The Undying Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Glestnowak "The Machine Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Sigmalio "The Unseeing Dragon" (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Kou Tenran "The Moon Scale Dragon (Ragnacrimson) (Dragon/Dragons) (Demon/Demons)

•Zuko (Avatar the last Airbender/Atla/Avatar) (Demon/Demons)

•The Arsonist (Amongus/Amongusanimation/Gamingly/Imposteramongus) (Demon/Demons)

•The Man (Znation) (Demon/Demons)

•Micah Bell (Rdr2) (Demon/Demons)

•Oryx (Destiny) (Demon/Demons)

•Frank Tenpenny (Gta5) (Demon/Demons)

•Ludo Avarius (Starvstheforcesofevil) ( Demon/Demons)

•Lucifugus (Blackclover) (Demon/Demons)

•Astaroth (Blackclover) (Demon/Demons)

•Megicula (Blackclover) (Demon/Demons)

•Baal (Blackclover) (Demon/Demons)

•Adramelech (Blackclover) (Demon/Demons)

•Nahamah (Blackclover) (Demon/Demons)

•Ciel Phantomhive (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Alois Trancy/Jim Macken (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Sebastian Michaelis (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Claude Faustus (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Luka Macken (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Hannah Annafellows (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Timber (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Thompson (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Canterbury (Blackbutler) (Demon/Demons)

•Damien Darkblood (Invincible) (Demon/Demons)

•Ainz Ooal Gown/Ainz (Overlord/Overload/OverlordMovie) (Demon/Demons)

•Demiurge (Overlord/Overload/OverlordMovie) (Demon/Demons)

•Veltol Velvet Velsvalt (DemonLord2099) (Demon/Demons)

•The Thin Man (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•The Lady (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•The Hunter (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•The Doctor (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•The Twin Chefs (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•The Janitor (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•The Teacher (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•Six (Littlenightmares) (Demon/Demons)

•Grinch (ilGrinch/NetflixItalia) (Demon/Demons)

•Oh il-man (Squidgame/Squidgame2) (Demon/Demons)

•Front Man (Squidgame/Squidgame2) (Demon/Demons)

•The Salesman (Squidgame/Squidgame2) (Demon/Demons)

•Cho Sang-woo (Squidgame/Squidgame2) (Demon/Demons)

•Okitasouji/Okita (RecordofRagnarok/Shuumatsu/Ragnarok/RecordofRagnarokseason2) (Demon/Demons)

[goose-bumpz200]

✨🥩💕ABOUT ME!!💕🥩✨ heya guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! Pans, trans, and silly lil clams! Im🥩<17>Goose-Bumpz/Goose!<HE/HIM>🥩 an artist & writer! I will take smut & 18+ requests, just know that I will be uncomfortable with some things and will not put them in

⚠️🥩‼️MINORS DNI, MY CONTENT IS FOR 18+ WHILE 99% OF MY CONTENT WILL BE SMUT‼️🥩⚠️

🔪💜🥩REQUESTS OPEN!!🥩💜🔪

✨what I will write/draw for!✨

🍆💜slashers💜🍆

•Really any slasher(s) except the musty, crusty, burn bacon, chicken legged bitch Freddy Kruger| Will write Smut/18+ <Gn!Reader, Male!reader, Fem!reader, trans/Ftm-mtf! Reader, etc!| Both Writing Requests&Art requests•

💙🦋Bluey!🦋💙 •mostly will make drawings or request doodles for characters, I don’t think I’m going to do any writings for it, tho• ⚠️NO SMUT ITS FUCKING DISCUSTING!!⚠️ 🦴🩸FNAF🩸🦴 •no smut w/ animatronics (Afton’s an exception-), that’s fucking terrible|Will do req’s for wholesome/fluff writings for characters and doodles, and even comfort for requests!•

💙🦴Undertale??🦴💙

•again, no smut, but I will write wholesome/fluff content and doodles, but I prob won’t write much and more draw shit on it•

🔪✨Sally•Face (my beloved💕)✨🔪

will write Smut/18+ for horny asses <not me🤭> and doodles/writings that are requested or plotted from my lil brain

<Gn!Reader, Male!reader, Fem!reader, trans/Ftm-mtf! Reader, etc!| Both Writing Requests&Art requests!•

🍆✨What I do write/draw!✨🍆

𝘴𝘮𝘶t 𝘴3𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮,  𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴/Fanfics 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 & 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱s! 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴  𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴s & 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦s 🤭  YANDERE READER??? ÖÖ 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 AU stuff 𝘭𝘨𝘣𝘵q+ Requests! doodles/ suggestive things 👀🤭 small mentions of non-consent/ẞēxuæl æbűse if requested, but will not be major

⚠️𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌/DRAW⚠️

𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 Feet ._.

Underage/ minor x adult

Incest

Scat

Vomit 

Cheating 

Non consensual/Řæpė/ ßexűal æbűse

[thenewfuture]

The reputation of Aoi fans being tainted by a Nazi asshole, reminds me of Review Anon's views of Kokichi, a character she otherwise really likes, was tainted by him literally haunting her dreams as a Yandere Freddy Kruger, for an entire YEAR.

I heard the story of that and that is some WIIIIIIILD stuff, let me tell ya. I do sympathize with RA having to go through all that.

It is unfortunate because I would have put Aoi fans into Solid Peeps, but I felt it was appropriate to adddress the recent events going on with that person.

-Mod

[funnyexel]

My Chronicles - Mega List

THIS LIST IS ACTIVELY UPDATING

A/n: These are all my fanfictions/stories on my page.

March Madness ~ March Special ~

Shit Party (Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Make It Up to Me (NSFW Scott Lang x Black Female Reader)

October Specials

Daydream December ~ December Special ~

My Wants & Needs (Pre-Burn Freddy Krueger x Black Female Reader)

Voicemail (Bruce Banner x Black Female Reader)

Hitman

Agent 47 Headcanons [ Volume 1 ] - [ Volume 2 ] - [ Volume 3 ]

AMBW

Wallet (paused)

Marvel Universe

Bruce Banner x Black Female Reader (Completed)

Something About You (Loki x Black Female Reader)

Bully Maguire x Black Female Reader

Juneteenth Special ~ Blind love (Matt Murdock x Black Gender Neutral Reader)

Back For More (Miguel O’Hara x Black Female Reader)

day in the life w/ the amazing spiderman (peter parker x black reader)

addiction (bucky barnes imagine)

banter between you and loki (loki blurb)

delusional water king (namor x black fem!mutant reader)

Short Stories

Fast and Furious

Deckard Shaw x Fem!Reader (Completed)

My Boyfriend & I. (Request: Deckard Shaw x Black Female Reader)

X-Men

100 Years of Age (Logan x Reader Oneshot)

his last moments in your arms (gender neutral logan angst)

DC Universe

Mrs. Wayne (Bruce Wayne x Black Female Reader Ongoing)

Secrets Are To Be Revealed (Request : Bruce Wayne x Black Female Reader)

Til’ Sea Do Us Part (Aquaman x Black Female Reader NSFW)

Imagine Having Makeup Sex w/ Bruce Wayne

imagine clark as your coworker (request)

James Bond Movies

Beauty Lies With You, My Flower (Safin x Black Female Reader) (Part 2)

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Freddy Krueger Headcanons: Dreams (26th Day Of Halloween)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with another chapter and after this we only have FIVE Days of Halloween left I am going to have to write some bonus one to get through all tje requests anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter!]

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Freddy Krueger-

.We all know Freddy is A bad dude.

.And the odds that he stalked you since you were a child are so high?

.Even after his death he is still stalking you.

.In the one place your defenseless against him, your dreams.

.He is a pervert.

.He is a slime ball.

.Be ready to be dressed up in sexy outfits for his pleasure.

.To be hunted down by him as if it is a game to him.

.He is a kinky motherfucker always wanted to do you in a new way

.He also will call you kitten no matter your gender.

.He is the type that would play with his rivals.

.Making them suffer slowly.

.He is the type to haunt your dreams.

.His goal to keep you in his world where he can do ANYTHING to you.

.No One will believe you that you were haunted by a ugly sweater killer.

.If you say no to him?

.He does not care all that matter is that you are his and that no one else has you but him.

.He is the possessive and demanding type.

.He is also quick to fly on the anger.

.Punishing you but not where you will die.

.The Best thing to do is never sleep again.

."One Two I am Coming For You, you Are Mine and this is not the last time, you be mine all the way down the line."

.Bonus he will call you kitty (Fight me on this this is how I seen freddy with his darling male or female for over a decade)

[Flips freddy off I had to leave out a lot because it is canon that Freddy is a child molester Lets be honest we love him because we love to hate him. At least for me I have a strong love and hate relationship amazing Villain shitty person!

Note Freddy did not molest Reader! No but stalked the reader knew better stranger danger

I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]

[dbd-and-slashers-fics]

Hello there!

Welcome to my blog! Requests are open! Read blog desc. to see what I am open for doing! Thank you!!

[cotton-candy-in-a-thong]

Why the FUCK are anons so disrespectful to slasher writers?

You know what I just discovered? That someone sent a fucking death threat to @slasherrabbitmadness. For fucking what? For taking so much time to write incredibly long and detailed fanfictions about slashers, theoretical relationships and smut with the reader? For being honest about her writing preferences and saying that she only writes for female readers? For going beyond fluff material and exploring the darker aspects of the slashers the wrote about? Whatever the fucking reason that shithead anon thought was a reasonable idea to send this woman death threats is never going to be a good fucking reason.

I'm about to go on a fucking list on what the fuck is wrong with you specifically bitch ass anons who think they're fuckin' slick.

ENTITLEMENT TO OTHERS' WORKS:

First of all, these are writers who are writing for the fandom on their own accord. They're using their own skills, on their own time, and most importantly for their own pleasure. Everyone else's validation of their work comes SECOND. NOBODY is entitled to the time and skill from any fucking artist because they're human beings too. If a writer doesn't wanna write something, they don't fucking have to.

Oh now what are you anons gonna do? You gonna fucking cry? Get the fuck over it, and tuck your crocodile tears back into your ass crack. Not every writer has the time or interest for all of your requests and that's entirely fine because you simply cannot make someone do something they literally don't have to do anyway. That's life.

If you're sitting up here and harassing writers because they literally just didn't feel like doing your dinky ass request, move the fuck on and stop mentally reverting back to your kindergarten self. Your dumb, toilet clogged brain chooses to dehumanize writers from being people into the image of animals or robots who were built for your liking, and you need to fucking stop that if you wanna get on anyone's good side.

A writer listening to your request and DOING IT is a privilege in its own right, YOU ARE ENTITLED TO NOTHING. When writers write for you, you say thank you. When they don't, leave it at that and close your mouth.

These type of anons seem to wake up and expect the world to bend over backwards, create a buffet and kiss their cheesy anus when they should really be just grateful when any writer gives them time of the day and leave it the fuck at that.

BULLYING TOWARDS DARKER FICS:

I'm talking about fics that include the list of yandere, drug use, noncon, kidnap, and abuse themes. The issue with these themes is less that writers explore these concepts when writing about slashers, but more that anons and some blogs in general feel the need to bully writers who choose to explore these areas in their works. Random anons seem to bully writers who do noncon, abuse and/or yandere fics involving slashers because they're drunk on the fluffy side of the fandom while seemingly forgetting that these are SLASHERS.

I'm going to remind everyone in this fandom that slashers are NOT good people.

Michael got boners from murdering people in the novel, and even in the movies he's incredibly perverted.

Freddy Kruger consistently flirts with his victims. He literally kissed people against their will.

Jason Voorhees kidnapped a girl and became obsessed with her because she looked like his mom in the 2009 remake.

Billy Lenz invaded a sorority home, sexually harassed them, and is heavily implied to have sexually abused both his sister and the girl found dead in the park.

Bubba Sawyer held his chainsaw to a girl's pussy and let her live because he got horny. He was still ready to have her killed when Drayton said she had to be sacrificed for grandpa (the second movie).

Bo Sinclair straps people in his sex dungeon and is heavily implied to do "things" to them against their will.

Asa Emory, the Collector, was about to grope that one girl's tiddies in the first movie. Jesse Cromeans literally sexually abuses his victims for snuff films.

Brahms Heelshire was NOT going to let Greta leave without giving him a "real kiss" during the scene of her tucking him in bed.

And that's not even all of the perverted, and dark shit slashers do. All the writers who create darker stories really want to do is express how deeply disturbed many of the slashers canonically are in their works. They're bringing attention to the fact that probably the vast majority of slashers totally fucking would hold you hostage, at the very least. But as I mentioned before, many people seem to prefer the "softer" sides of the slashers. This isn't necessarily a bad thing because some people just prefer reading the more "average" stuff while some writers just don't like to write about darker things. That is A-okay.

But when people start harassing writers who write about darker themes just because "omg that is gross, how could you???" while turning around and dreaming about fucking and kissing Jason-kill count over 200-Voorhees, it just makes me wonder as to how people even got to that mindset.

Based on what I've seen, many people who hate darker fics about slashers to the point of bullying and wishing death to the writers has to do with many things.

First is the fact that lots of people in the slasher fandom actually either never paid close attention to or even WATCHED the movies to help themselves understand WHY some writers would write them in a "certain" way. Even if you never watched Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, The Boy, or whatever and you simply don't get what some people write about the slashers, your own confusion is absolutely no reason to harass people and I cannot fucking believe I have to explain this.

"But I'm a kid! You can't write that because I'll see it!!".

Get. The fuck. Out of here.

Below is a screenshot to prove my second point:

Another is many people, again, simply being full of shit. Some blogs and users have a strong holier-than-thou attitude about writers in the slasher fandom to the point where they feel the need to go in their targets' inboxes and insult them. Despite wanting fluffy content in their feed and easily having the ability to literally not read works with evil themes, these people feel SO empowered by their own preference that they ever so just "must" dictate what the fuck other people write and draw despite the source material consistently showing that we're dealing with fictional, murderous, and mentally unstable characters.

If other writers or users in the fandom aren't interpreting the slashers to how YOU think they should be interpreted, they apparently have to be burned at the stake....(sarcasm).

I'm going to go ahead and wrap this up by wishing the comfortability and safety of ANY writer who's been harassed by randos in their inbox

Just to name a few at the top of my head:

@slasherrabbitmadness

@ebonyslasher

@msgorillagripcoochie

@panteon-doll

@the-thot-clown

@supremethunda gets an honorable mention even though she's from the Marvel fandom. This is because she talked to me about the harassment towards writers in the Marvel fandom whenever they write fics with darker themes as well, and others can attest that the harassment there is even worse.

There are other people that have been harassed by some really rude anons before, but people sending one of my friends threats just hit the nerve for me to post this.

There needs to be more anons with humbleness, patience, appreciation towards the people they're requesting from because for fuck's sakes, they're human beings too. They have jobs, hobbies, friends, family and emotions. Is it SO hard to be fucking nice? It's not, so don't be stupid to these people and remember to use respect.

That being said, Happy Monday, and remember to stay horny for slashers.

[lizardgutzz]

RULES/FANDOMS

Requests open!

Master list- Doesn't exist yet LOL

Content you will see!

You will see incorrect quotes!

character x Male reader

character x female reader

character x Non-binary reader

Chracter x Character

Head cannons

Rules in general!

No cis-female or girls read male readers. If you are gender fluid, trans, or anything like that you are free to read the male readers. I don’t care but cis girls please don’t read this. You have a lot of books, one shot’s for you and this page is not for you!

No racism, transphobia, homophobia, or anything between that I would block you without a second thought.

No ship hate you will be blocked

Rules for requesting!

DON'TS

Pedophilia

Incest

Non-con or Rape

gangbang

Mosterfucking

age play

lactation

voyuerism

smut for young characters (Please don’t request smut if there younger then let’s so 16 and no I will not age a minor up for your own need’s that’s disgusting if they have a time skip and are older then 16 or around that then I will write smut for them!)

Fetish

Do’s

Any kink unless there in the don’t list

threesome (Ex: character x character x character or reader x character x chracter)

Dom/sub bottom/top reader

Scenarios

headcannons

SFW/NSFW alphabet

Little/agre

Sibling’s

Crossovers

Poly! I love doing poly relationships

Parent!Character x reader

Yandere

Disabled reader, mental or physical

Who - What I write for

Marvel/x-men

Please specify if reader has powers or not, is so, what powers? ^^

Peter maximoff . Kurt wagner . Scott summer . Logan howlett . Tony stark . Wade wilson . Bucky barnes . Steve rogers . Loki . Thor . Steven strange . Venom/Eddie

Demon slayer

Tanjiro . Muzan . Zenitsu . Inosuke

I am only 1 season in so expect more to be added

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu . Kaede(only as sibling) . Barnaby . Ryan . Ivan . Keith . Nathan . Antonio . Yuri

Slashers

Does JD from heathers go in this list? Lol . Brahms heelshire . Billy loomis . Stu macher . Michael myer . Freddy Kruger . Chucky . Tiffany Valentine . More will certainly be added!!

Creepypasta

Ticci toby . Masky/Tim . Brian/Masky . Jeff the killer . Eyeless jack . BEN . Slenderman . Nina the killer(I like her fuck off) . I'm probably missing some but whatever

Moving on from killers LOLLL

Yuurivoice

Seth . Alphonse . Finn . Charlie . Jack

Monster high G1

Please specify what monster you would like reader to be! or if reader is a human ^_^

Cleo . Duece . Abbey . Lagoona . Clawdeen . Frankie . Ghoulia . Toralei . Valentine

And that's it! Thank you for reading:)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Masterlist: Freddy Krueger

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

---&lt;- 🥀🥀🥀 ->---

Compilation of Freddy Kruger doing Weird Shit with his Tongue.

5 Sentence Excerpts #1

AU: Toy Story.

Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.

Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.

Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.

Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.

Blurbs: Shovel Talk.

Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Domestic Life with your Freak.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Giggle Fit.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Prequal.

Drabble: Horror Villain Apocalypse.

Drabble Duo: (Seperate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Seperate) Readers (x Other S/O)- Presents Part 1.

Drabble Duo: (Separate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Separate) Readers- Presents Part 2.

Drabble Set: Beetlejuice x Reader x Chucky / or / Freddy Krueger- Lesser Evil.

Drabble Set: Horror Villains x Reader- Unfortunate Baby Daddy's.

Drabble Set: MindControlled!MultiVillains x Reader.

Drabble Set: Pervy!MultiVillains x Reader- Flirting Back.

Drabble Set: Possessive / Protective!MultiVillains x Reader- When you try to sacrifice yourself.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Humanity Switch.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Messing with their Hair.

Drabble Set: Unlikely.

Headcanons: Awkward Moments.

Headcanons: Dating Horror Villains Things Dump #2.

Headcanons: Familial!Slashers x Sibling!Reader.

Headcanons: Fluff HC's.

Headcanons: Freddy Krueger and Beetlejuice Obsessing over an Uninterested Reader.

Headcanons: Frason as Nygmobblepot.

Headcanons: Freddy and Jason being Quarentined Together.

*Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Them saying I Love You for the First Time.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Types of Kisses.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- You Almost Choosing Another.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x SunshineIncarnate!Reader.

Headcanons: Poly!Frason HC's.

Headcanons: Supernatural Villains Soulmate Marks.

*Headcanons+Imagines: Horror Villains x Reader- Taking Care of Sick S/O.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Actually Liking your Slasher S/O.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling- S/O's Edition!

Imagine: Being too Late to Save Them.

Imagine: Freddy Swap.

Imagine: Kissing Back.

Imagine: Opposite S/O's.

Imagine: Playing Dead by Daylight.

Imagine: Slashers reacting to S/Os Merch.

Imagine: Soulmates in Alternate Realities.

Imagine: S/O's being Hellbent on keeping Slashers Away from Eachother.

Imagine: Taking Care of your Stupid Slasher S/O.

Imagine: The Best Worst Ex.

Imagine: Unrealistic Fluff.

Oneshot: Dead!Freddy Krueger x Grieving!Reader- I Cant. I Wont.

*Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x ExpressionMagic!Reader- Powerful.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger+Jason Voorhees x Manipulative!Cruel!Fem!Reader.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader- Surprise! Merry Christmas!

Oneshot: Horror House+Jennifer Check x Reader- Peeping Tom's and Bets.

Oneshot: Horror House x Reader- Jerry's Arrival.

Oneshot: Human!Freddy Krueger x Cheater!Reader- What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Oneshot: NonKiller!Human!Freddy Krueger x Reader- Mr Krueger.

Oneshot: Slashers (Mostly Chucky and Michael) x Reader.

Oneshot: Teen!Bubba, Chucky and Freddy x Reader- Y/N and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Love Potion.

*Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O being Related to Another Slasher.

Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O Falling into Other Slasher Movie Tropes.

Slashers / Horror Villains As: Animated (Children's) Movie Villain Songs.

Things Y/N Says: In the Horror House.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.

[seawitch62]

Dreams are they the manifestations of our subconscious or something else?

Word count 763

Yandere

         Night terrors.

♟Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does ... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.

Neil Gaiman, Preludes & Nocturnes (The Sandman, #1)♟

                      💀

Run! Run! Run! My legs feel like bricks, they won't move. Pure terror surges through my body, I can not move. It's getting closer and closer, I can sense it, feel it, the invisible terror stalking me, all I can see are those eyes! Eyes that scare the hell out of me. My ankle! My foot! Someone or something, their hands or claw like hands are  wrapped around my ankle, shake it off! no matter how I try I can escape. The grip is like steel pulling me closer to the eyes….

Waking up in a pool of sweat, that dream or nightmare felt so real it was terrifying, "it's just a dream" calm yourself. Sliding out of bed, feet touching the floor, a pain shoots up my leg. "What the" inspecting my leg, my ankle and foot, it's bruised and swollen.

Wincing with pain and discomfort the only feasible explanation is I bashed my foot against the bed during the night. It is not a perfect answer but the only one that is logical.

Those eyes seemed terrifyingly familiar, a movie? A TV show? 

■

The following night, the dream or more aptly described as a nightmare reoccurs. Running and running, those eyes chasing me, this time the hand grabs my wrist. I fight with all my strength but it is  useless. A voice echoes in the fog of my dream, "time to come home!".

Once again awakening with sweat covering my body, my wrist throbs, bruising in the shape of a hand print darkens the skin. "What the fuck?"

Once the initial shock evaporates I must have held my wrist so tight during the night I bruised it, right?

Right?

■

Night after night, the eyes pursue giving chase relentlessly. Tormenting what sleep I can get, waking in a pool of my own fright.

Trying everything to keep myself awake feeling like a character in a Freddy Kruger movie. Eventually the body demands sleep, hunted in my sleeping hours by a force I do know what.

Exhaustion takes the driver's seat and eyes flutter and slowly close, dreamland now the landscape. The eyes close in. The chase begins, even in the land of dreams by body and mind seem hindered from lack of sleep. The eyes seem so close, arms wrap around my body drawing me closer to the eyes. A form takes shape, a very familiar one, "Time to come home, my love" 

"Minhyuk?"

"Time to come home!".

Slowly my mind  and body leave dreamland, looking around. I am once more in the safety of my bedroom. Why am I dreaming of him? 

Minhyuk, my ex, my intense ex.

■

Why? Why am I dreaming about him? The break up was not pleasant, but when are they really? The cold steely look he  gave me sent a   feeling of complete unease, the intensity shocked me to my core.  His unreadable features coldly assessed me like a bug on a microscope slide. Remembering the immense relief when he left, why am I dreaming about him now?

■

Fighting sleep is like battling with your own demons. In the end sleep always wins. Running through the dark stumbling and falling,  the eyes unstoppable energy nipping at my heels. Minhyuk's  unrelenting pace is always constant.

"I am your home" he whispers his voice ever so close.

"Time to come home!".

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This has to stop! I can not continue like this, I need sleep.

Maybe if I confront him in my dream it will stop, it's my dream after all, it's just a dream!

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Don't run,  face him! Turn around to face him. Face him! Confront him! The eyes loom in the dark moving closer and closer till Minhyuk is standing before me. "Time to come home" 

"No leave me alone"

"Time to come home where you belong my precious"

"No"

Minhyuk stares for a moment then while wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me in so close our bodies merge as one. Our lips touch tenderly at first then a hunger buried within him takes control, a kiss filled with passion and promise. "Time to come home" he whispers breathlessly.

Wake up! Wake up!

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Toast and coffee, the breakfast of champions, thoughts lost in the meaning of the dream. 

Knock knock knock 

Opening the door Minhyuk stands there, his  eyes  a pool of black, "time to come home".

[dragovegogrimborn]

{Hello Darlings}

∆ I will be taking writing requests for the following characters ∆

SLASHERS

Micheal Myers (Halloween)

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Charles Lee Ray (Not doll form)(Child's play)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky)

Harry Warden (Bloody Valentine)

Pennywise (IT)

Freddy Kruger (Nightmare on elm street)

Jack Torrance (The shining)

Brahams (The Boy)

Hannibal Lecture (Book, movie, or Television Drama)

°DC CHARACTERS

Heath Ledger! Joker

Dano! Riddler

The killing joke! Joker

Kite man (I'm not a personal fan but he needs love)

Bane ( Harley Queen Series)

[ Marvel Characters

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

×Harry Potter characters

All Weasleys (Except Percy)

Harry Potter

Severus Snape

Draco Malfoy

And more characters, never be afraid to ask!

Rules for Smut

No Smut :)

Allowed Asks

• Limes

• Fluff

• Angst (Happy ending or not)

• Yandere

• One sided love (on Character side)

• prompts as long as there provided

I am a new writer to Tumblr so never be afraid to ask questions, give tips or constructive criticism. Have a lovely Day Dearest 💕

[shumaiseyeliner]

What about yandere servant Nagito X reader tho😳

a/n: i actually think about servant nagito quite a lot 😧 idk it’s something about that freddy kruger sweater 👋😳

warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy mindsets, unhealthy behavior, spoilers for sdr2’s later chapters, slight spoilers for ultra despair girls

servant! komaeda nagito

☘︎︎ his darling is probably terrified of him, because despite being rabid about hope, Nagito is still very much a Remnant of Despair at this point. Before becoming a Remnant he was already feral, but it’s got ten times worse so I think that’s genuinely terrifying for his darling to deal with. However, despite being a Remnant, he’s still very much obsessed with hope, which in turn makes him ten times worse when it comes to his delusions. Nagito isn’t as lucid as he would be, and his usual amount of lucid is very, very small, so things can get out of control with him extremely quickly. He’ll never notice, though, he’s too focused on making sure that his darling is where they’re supposed to be. Nagito’s just plain delusional at this point.

☘︎︎ his darling has been locked up for a while, and this is also due to his obsession with hope. More specifically, keeping their hope intact. As a Remnant of Despair, Nagito’s seen firsthand how despair has taken over everything, and he desperately does not want that to happen to his darling. So while his self-deprecating nature wouldn’t usually allow him to, Nagito is quite strict about how his darling spends their time. When he’s off doing errands for Monaca, his darling is chained down with an insane amount of security. Nagito refuses to let his darling become victim to despair, he refuses to watch them be tainted by the world around them. It’s a certain type of desperation, one his darling is all too familiar with.

[yandere-society]

Obscure Twilight | First half

Synopsis: ‘It was that face you saw - those ghastly visions every time you turned to slumber that shook your core. It churned your insides with unbearable anguish until you were a hollow shell of a woman scorned by her family and mocked by her peers. And so you begged her with insanity in your soul. A fragile lady carrying her daughters on her feeble back - “Please Mother. Don’t let me fall asleep."’ 

Second Half

Pairing: FreddieKruger!Jimin x Female Reader 

Genre: Inspired by Nightmare on Elm Street

Word Count: 14K

Admin: @roses-ruby​​

A/n: Hello, this is the first half of my extra long fic. If it ends aburpty, It’s because I’m still working on the second half and had to divide it into parts urgh. Expect (pray) part two out this Thursday. Anyway enjoy, it’s unedited.

Trigger warnings: Yandere, Gore, Horror, Mature 

What lurks below the obscurities of your slumbering mind?

It was the first question you thought of – an initial intelligible conviction that crossed the heavy corners of your conscious as your eyelids flung open.

Pitch-blue dark.

In your small bedroom that is; it was dark. The first movement you made when aware was take a deep breath through your flaring nostrils, which led you to take note of how airy your once stuffy room had become. You did nothing for the primary few seconds but stare at the rusty grey ceiling, observing the tiny cracks in the cement and the drying water stains in the decaying wooden ledges. After a minute or so, the rest of your senses awoke and your back began to ache from the rigid mattress you laid upon. Cringing, you sit up, onto your bottom as you stretch your stiff neck.

Numerous times you had gone to mother with concern over your poor back due to this rotten piece of a mattress, but she seldom heeded your complaints. You could not entirely blame her, you knew she couldn’t afford a new piece – it would probably cost her an arm and leg before she would be able to provide you with better winter coats let alone softer furniture! It was one of those situations where you had no say in the matter, just had to live with it. Just like how you had no say but to live with residing in the smallest chamber of your family’s house. When you swiftly exhale the dense air, is when you are able to recognize the bottomless dark azure painting your vicinity.

This was not your room.

Yet it was – but it was not your room.

A shiver ran down your spine, a jolt of your senses when you recognized the place you had arrived to. Again.

The timbered walls of your chamber were slightly more sunken in than ordinary, making the shadows of the nooks and crannies of your room prominent. There were not many commodities that laid across your space – just your bed, your dresser and a small draped window. Furthermore, a bedside table inheriting a candle inside a tin candle holder. Turning to your nightstand, you reach over to grab the matches you kept by the candle.

When you trace the box, you pull it towards you and slide it open. Empty. There is not one matchstick in the damned paper box which means no soothing source of light. You try and shake the empty container a few times – a desperate yet futile attempt at perhaps discovering one last matchstick stuck inside a crevice. Still nothing. Nothing but the silent blue darkness.

A huff of irritation leaves you as you remove the covers off of your person. Maybe mother could spare some matches from her share in her room. It was the middle of the night, but she would understand your urgency. A young lady cannot survive in this cold world without her fire, now could she? If she had not had any then maybe she could lend you some pennies to go out to town in the morning and stock up for a whole month, seeing as how even your candle had melted most of the way. You were empty of your provisions because of all those late-night chamber pot breaks, in which you could not help yourself. Recently you had been experiencing some horrible nightly terrors. They led you into keeping your candles burning for hours into the night, just until you were on the verge of succumbing to black.

Grabbing the unlit candle off the antique nightstand, you carefully place your feet upon the wooden floor. The delicate satin of your white nightgown falls after you, lingering the floor to protect your limbs from exposure to the nocturnal waft. A chill makes its way inside of you from beneath your soles, and your grip on the rusty tin holder tightens. It is alright, you tell yourself. All you had to do was keep calm and find mother. Slowly, you make your way to the door, squinting your eyes as its usual sturdy structure is unusually bent.

An illusion, you gather. An illusion from your still sleeping mind.

With a soft inhale, you grab the door knob and twist it to pull the entrance open. There was a lax creek amongst the hinges, resonating throughout the otherwise dead house. Once the door has undone, you step onto the hallway’s foyer. In front of you is the open entryway to the dining room. To your right was the extending hallway, with your sisters’ chambers situated on each side of the enclosed hallway. And at the was the door to the fenced yard.

Your mother’s chamber was across the dining room, beside the kitchen on the right. And to the left of the dining hall, positioned next to the entryway of the house was the ancient staircase, leading up to the second floor where father’s study and the attic sat. There was a place you have not been to in a long while.

Gulping, you move towards the dining room, taking easy and calculated steps against the wooden floorboards. It was too shadowy to see, even with the large window above the entryway allowing in the moonlight. The blue moonlight. You quickened your pace. Thank heavens you knew the layout of this place by heart.

As you reached Mother’s door, you halted in your tracks. An uneasy feeling surrounded you and clenched your eyes shut. It is fine. Everything is fine. Mother will be there, she would help you.

Timidly, you brought your eyes back on the door. You brought your free hand up and placed your knuckles onto the stale oak.

Knock, knock

“Mother?” You sung quietly

…

Nothing but dead silence.

You cannot help but slack your jaw as your breathing becomes slightly rapid. Even through the chill, sweat builds upon your temple as your thighs shake bitterly amongst your gown. No, it is alright! Just…you just have to louder. Mother was a heavy sleeper after all.

And so, you knock again, harder this time and call out in a normal tone-

“Mother?”

When you fail to receive a response, you grab her door knob and push open her door in haste. The hinges creek once again, but in a more violent and disruptive way, causing you to cringe at the unsettling screech.

Yet none of it matter once you lay eyes inside mother’s room.

It was empty.

The tension soared when you spot her vacant mattress, eyes scouring across the room for any signs of life in the larger chamber. You back away once you were sure the room was unoccupied. When you’ve stepped away a couple of steps you start to shiver and bring your arms around you for comfort. Rubbing them up and down with your palm and the edge of your palm. Was there a sudden drop in the temperature?

As you continue to stand there, you begin to hear the drumming of your nervous heart. Ba-dump Ba-dump, it sends a strumming that flows through your blood vessels and grasps onto your soul. You turn, shifting your feet and practically racing back into the direction of your room. Once you step into the hallway, you turn right – passing your shut door and venturing further into the hall. Then you stand, directly in front of your sister’s chambers as the perspiration on your body builds.

Without knocking, you use a sweaty palm to pull their door wide open. It was completely barren, not a sound in the distance. Did the house seem darker than before? You do not take a break as you turn on your heel and push your youngest sister’s door with a lot more force than necessary. An involuntary whimper escapes your throat as you also find the chamber similarly hollow.

Tears brim your eye sockets and you step away, staring at the old floorboards in confusion. Again, the wood seems to bend in a strange fashion; the deep blue hue molded inside your pupils making the wood seem dingy, almost rotten from the inside. And there was a stench – a foul, disgusting stench. Of death.

It was as you stood there, shaking in your skin that you heard an odd noise. You could not recognize it at first, but it sounded like tin foil being crushed. Your eyebrows furrow as you open your ears to the scrunching, echoing through the blue hush of your residence.

That is when you see it. A large black dot, moving swiftly past your gown. You move back, bending a tad towards the shadowy floor and trying to make out what was tickling past your legs in such speed. It seemed to have come from the outside latrine, which leads you to turning your head and examining the small open space between the door and floorboards. Then came out another black dot. This one moving faster than the first. Then another.

And another.

Soon there were hundreds of them.

All escaping through the gap as if their life depended on it. You let out a scream. Roaches.

Dropping your candle, you run on clumsy feet towards the entrance of your house. As you ran, you felt them, their slick, papery bodies getting crushed by the bottoms of your rushing feet. They stuck to your skin, an abdomen, one’s leg, another’s head. The disgusting squeaks of the roach’s bodies haunts your ears and you don’t waste a second – sprinting out the door and into the outer world. Clumsily, you stumble across your porch, down the stairs and onto the barren road. By the time the soles of your feet touched the pavement, you were out of air from all the shock and abnormality you’ve just experienced. And so you stop, a couple of feet from your house and rest your hands upon your knees – gasping for breath.

Your lungs burn with fire as you explore your surroundings. The houses of your street, dormant and tranquil while you stood out as loud and brazen amongst the silence.

A gust of wind blows past you, lifting up the edges of your nightgown and running violently through our hair. Startled, you put an arm in front of your face, shielding your eyes from the sudden breeze. As soon as it came, it left just like that and suddenly it was dead silent once more.

Your mind is numb from all the prior events and your face is drenched in sweat. There is not a soul lingering the premises, not a noise that could escape past your ear. The houses in front of yours seem like they are resided in by ghouls. Not a squeak from a cramped corner or creak from the rusted wooden structures. Maybe it was a hallucination of the blue twilight, but the houses seemed unbearably gray. Like they were rotting from the inside out. It was as if everyone had abandoned your neighborhood through the night – no sign of an entity anywhere near the premises.

What was there though, was the fog. A profound, suffocating fog that gave you a headache. The pounding of your heart matching the rhythm of your pounding brain. Dizziness and nausea crawled up your throat as you slowly spun around in place, trying to find someone – anyone who could help you escape this terrible nightmare.

“___.”

You freeze in your spot at the sound of your name being called. It sounded like a person.

But there was something terribly off about his voice. Something almost inhumane.

“___~”

You suck in a breath, as you once again hear your name. Behind you…you could feel it. The tremors that ran through your spine whispered it so. It came from someone beyond your sight…

Slowly, you turn around. The tears leaving your eyes as you do so. And once the area in your background is visible to you – you spot him.

The silhouette of a man in the far distance. You couldn’t see him too well due to the mist, but you could make him out enough to know that he was standing straight, with his arms behind his back. Frightened sobs blew past your lips, but you kept your voice as quiet as you possibly could. The blue light shone on his body, and you were able to make out his black suit and expensive polished shoes.

“Thou shouldnst be out this late…danger lurks these walls.” He says, and you recognized amusement in his tone. As if he was jolly in this sickly overpowering atmosphere and the fog that roamed your weakening lungs and provoked you to choke was his sweet tranquility. Your whole body begins to tremble, and you clutch the fabric of your nightgown tightly. A million thoughts ran throughout your head, but none that seemed to be much help to you in your feeble state.

“Girls who dare step out this time of night…” He tilts his head to the side, and you move back subtly-

“Get punished!” He exposes his right arm in the light, to reveal hideous fingers that resembled claws. Long, sharp razors reflected in the blue hue, inciting you to shriek before you’ve even registered the threat.

You began running away, far away into the opposite direction as you hear him laugh. It was a low menacing snicker that grew louder and louder the further away you ran.

Tears were streaming down your face as your legs raced aimlessly down the neighborhood, into the roadways and further into the city. You couldn’t help how lurid your cries had become, the terror was pumping adrenaline into your veins.

Get away! Get away! You had to get away!

Every road, every building in sight was pitch black with the fog congesting your vision. This was your town – you were sure of that. The town you had grown up in and the buildings you passed by with your sisters on the way to your dame school a hundred moments before. But it had all become so foreign to you suddenly, there was not a trace of any familiarities in the shadows that moved upon the structures and the hellish sparks of light you witnessed in the corner of your eye now and then.

“Run away, ___! Run as fast as you’re capable!” You scream as you hear the shrill voice of that man echoing off the walls.

In a rush, you make a sharp turn into one of the and it leads you down an alley. As you run a couple more meters, you yell in absolute frustration. There was a brick wall blocking your path, signifying the end of this road. You crash into the wall with your palms, beating at the cement fruitlessly.

“No, no, no! Please, no!” You shout in pain, weeping without restraint  

All of a sudden you become engulfed in darkness, which makes you gasp. There was a shadow, someone standing at the open end of the alleyway. Which meant you were trapped.

You turn around as your whole body convulses. Your nightgown was covered in sweat and tears and you hold onto the wall behind you for support as your spine connect with the hard stone. He stood there – the stranger who took refuge in the blue dark.

“Please.” You mutter, you’re not sure to who. Your knees started to give, and you slide down.

The stranger held up his hand, revealing his deformed claw – or what you could see now as a glove. A glove with intensely sharp razors connected to each finger. Penetrating you without even touching you. Your eyes widen and you begin shaking your head, feeling the sweat fly off of your face.

“No…No, please!”

He extends his arms until the razors touch the right wall of the narrow alley. You see him smirk, his sharp teeth displayed sinisterly while the rest of his face remained anonymous. You were in hell, you understood that much. That stranger with that sickening smile, was the devil himself.

And then the devil walks. Dragging the tips of the razors along the wall – to reveal a horrible, ear splitting screech. You scream as you cover your ears, but that doesn’t stop him from walking towards you. Through your weakening vision, you’re able to make out the sparks from the contact of the razors that glide along the cement wall with ease, and all you were able to think about is how much ease they would have ripping your exterior until your guts spilled before you. Here he comes.

You could hear it, his malevolent chuckle at your terrified screams. In the next second, you begin to cough violently due to your hoarse throat. He’s close now. Bringing you knees up to your head, you smother your face into your thighs.

A dream. A dream. A dream. A dream. A dream. This is just a dream.

A rotten, terrifying dream crafted by Satan himself because you’ve been behind on your prayers. Oh, how you should’ve listened to your poor old mother, you mourned. How you shouldn’t have put off your nightly worship no matter how tired you became.

He’s here.

You suck in a breath as you feel something stand before you. Your eyes wide and aching against your nightgown, but you refused to let your head up.

“No.” You whisper

“___~” He singsongs in that disgusting voice

“No.” You answer again, in a firmer tone

“___~” You hear him closer this time, breathing down your head and you whimper.

“___!” He yells in a deep tenor before you feel something forcefully dig into your shoulder

The shriek you let out is inhumane, piercing even your own ears as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your jaw contracts as your body thrashes along, feeling your arms flail against something soft and cottony and your back bumping amongst springs.

“___!” You hear your name once again and you scream at the top of your lungs for the voice to go away. But this voice wasn’t deep and ominous, it sounded aged and worried instead. Your excited state prompts the voice to repeat your name with more concern and you feel their grip tighten on your shoulder tighten.

As you recognize the grip to not be blades shredding out your bones, you snap back to yourself with a gasp of air. Putting a halt to your thrashing to look up at the source of the sound.

Your mother.

You both take heavy breaths in silence as you stare at one another. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and a deep frown stamped across her lips. Your windowpane allows in the bright sunlight, as you study the wrinkles on her face become more prominent the longer she gazes at you with troubled features. She looks all over you face, holding your shoulder firmly, in case you were to batter around once again. Carefully, she places a palm on your forehead, and you could feel the wet sweat immediately stick to her dry hand.

The elder didn’t seem to mind though, being more concerned with her daughter’s health.

“Are you alright?”

You’ve taken enough breaths to calm yourself completely, but your voice still feels caught in your throat.

“I-I am- I-” You cough slightly to clear your throat, “I am alright mother…it was just another night terror. Don’t fret.”

She straightens herself once she sees you’re pacified, but the worry never leaves her face. “You have been getting them a lot lately…perhaps we should take you to see a doctor.”

“No!” You shout while sitting up. It startles the woman, her body faintly jumping. “I am fine mother, I do not need a doctor.”

“But-”

“But nothing! They are dreams, mere delusions. They cannot hurt me!” You shiver as you say that, which goes unnoticed by her.

The last thing you wanted was to waste fees in a doctor’s visit. Just the last week of the previous month, you, the twins and mother had to take a fast because there was not enough food for you all to eat. Your youngest had gotten extremely ill, and you had to ration your pennies to buy medicine for her. And the small portion of bread you did buy went to her, in hopes she can overcome her sickness. Because of so, there wasn’t enough money left over for food. This month as well, your family had been limiting use of supplies and no purchases other than groceries. A doctor could destroy what little money you had saved.

There was no reason you should make your family go hungry again for nothing more than nightmares.

Harmless terrifying nightmares. Nothing more.

Suddenly a knock on the entrance startles you both.

“That must be the milk man.” Your mother says, looking out your room. “I will attend to the door, you should wake up now.”

“Yes.” You say, removing the comforter from your body. “What time is it by the way?”

“About two hours after dawn. I was ministering to your younger sister; hence I couldn’t work you up sooner.”

Mother begins walking away from you, but you recall something just as she was about to leave the room.

“Mother, wait!” You call out to her and she halts right on front of your doorway, turning around in confusion.

“Can you lend me some of your matchsticks? Mine seem to have run out.”

Your mother nods at you, in the process of opening her mouth before her eyes flicker to something on the edge of your bed. She squints her weak eyes in observation, as she stares at whatever caught her interest.

“Mother? What’s wrong?” You say hesitantly

She points to your now bare of the comforter legs, “What’s that on your foot?” She questions

Clueless you move your foot to examine it, but she stops you.

“Wait!” She says, before pacing up to you.

You freeze your movements, watching her come closer without taking her eyes off your feet. Once she was beside the bed, she reaches towards your left foot. Her finger lightly scratches your sole, before she detaches an object, thin and papery that was stuck to your foot. She pulls back and holds it up in the light to which you finally observe the article of her interest.

A brown…petal?

No.

A sense of dread pours over you like a bucket of ice water, and your already drenched state turns into a puddle of anxiety and fear. In your ear resonates a heavy buzzing sound, like that of a wasp, limiting all other noises in the vicinity. You feel an edge rise in your gut, one that has you almost wetting yourself.

“Are there bugs in your chamber?” Your mother’s voice jerks you awake

You turn to look at her, not quite capturing what she spoke. Your brain overcome with vague agendas.

“Huh?”

“I asked if there was a bug in your room…are you sure you are alright ___?”

“Oh yes um,” You scramble to think of a logical reason, “There…when I went to the latrine last night I must have stepped on a roach without my knowledge, that is all.”

Your mother just looks at you before she sighs, turning around and stepping out of the room wholly. Once you’re alone your façade of leisure falls, and you frown. Could it possibly…? No, you scold yourself. It was just a nightmare, it wasn’t real. There were many ways a wing of a roach could have gotten stuck on your foot. It has nothing to do with the dream.

It was just a coincidence, was it not?

-

“Are you awake now, you raggabash?”

“Good morning to you too, Idette.” You say, sauntering into the kitchen in your night gown, carrying a small washcloth in your fist. “I need to bathe.”

The girls tsks, buttering the bread for breakfast hazardously with her hair messily wrapped in a towel, “That much is obvious with the way your hair sticks to your head like mold. We only have so much time before winter begins, sweat all you can before then, go on.”

You roll your eyes at her remarks, walking furthering into the kitchen. Up to the rusty tin tub filled with water in a dark, narrow corner behind a sturdy wall. Bending on one knee, you place your digits into the water to test the temperature. Luke warm. Seems like both twins have taken their bath already.

Sighing, you grab the fabric of your nightgown from the hips, before pulling it up and off your body. After the fabric falls on the wooden floor near you, you delicately hang your washcloth off the side of the tub. You stare at your evenly placed feet. An images flashes across your mind, of your feet in the blue twilight and the sound of roaches scurrying start to fill your ear.

They disappear as soon as you a hear loud clang in the kitchen, most likely from mother setting a pot on the range to heat the milk. With a stretch of your arms, you carefully place a leg into the water – watching the liquid ripple around your skin – and then another as you bend and grab onto the sides of the tub and submerge your body into the bath. When you could feel nothing, but the slightly chilled wetness surrounds you, you set your head on the edge of the tin. Closing your eyes as your body genteelly floats without motion.

Not even a second goes by in your serene state before there is a loud knocking on the other side of the wall.

“Are you playing with yourself in there? Hurry up and get out, mother wants you to fetch more medicine for Mabel.”

You grunt, sitting up with a scowl, “Why can one of you witches not grab her medicine?”

Suddenly there was a kick on the wall, shaking your small corner and making you jump while still seated in the tub. The water splashed around you dangerously.

“What was that?”

…

“Know your place, you weasel! Now hurry along and get going.”

Groaning, you suck in a breath and dive into the water to fully immerse your hair inside the compact space of the tub. The heavy water engulfs you with a certain heat as you hold your thighs close to your chest with your arms. It filled your brain and your senses lull until nothing, but the blanketing liquid ran through ears. After a few seconds you remove your head from underwater, mouth hanging open as you rub the irritating wetness in your eyes and remove the strands of hair sticking to your face. Picking up the wash cloth, you dip it inside the water to get it wet.

Then you begin to mindlessly scrub at your shoulder, reaching the crevice of your sore neck and back. The dried sweat that covered your pores like a lid washed away with the tides around your body like sand and your skin finally began to breathe. You were thankful that the once unruly mess of a person you were this morning – the terribly icky way you felt was a thing of the past. Saying that however, you wished your mother would not dare to take a bath after you.

Your mother was a thoughtful and serious person. She was not perfectly the mollycoddle type, but she did not have to be. There was not a day you could not feel her love for you and your sisters, whether that came in freshly cooked gruel or endlessly worked hours in homes that cast her aside as a third-rate citizen or the pennies she would save to buy you all Christmas presents no matter how bad the year.

Although, you do remember her being happier and full of life when your father was alive. You had not been too old then, just a few years of age. But still, you remember her smiles and laughter – a joyous treat for children who dearly loved their mother like you. It still rung in your ears sometimes, even if there were only a few rare traces left of the sound. Not that you blamed her, no. She has had her fair share of misery, growing up uneducated and becoming lucky enough to marry a man who worked in the governor’s office only for him to succumb to a disease, leaving her alone to raise four daughters. Taking a job to clean and nanny the upper-class homes for no less than 12 hours each day.

Sometimes there were weeks you had to go without seeing her, as she would come back when you were well tucked into bed as a kid. Her hard labor worries you greatly, afraid she’d fall ill like father and departure away too soon. There was not anyone she could rely on, her poor parents deceased and all her other relatives and in-laws living outside of the city. Times were tougher back then, but with great thanks to your father’s government job, you and the twins were able to receive a proper amount education and find good work after. Idette works as a rookie governess and you work for a bookkeeper and his shop. Lilian had quit her job since mother found her an eligible suitor. Mabel had not been so blessed as you three, fathering passing when she was only two. You had been the one teaching her to read and write in the recent years, rather than send her to one of the public schools with the uneducated and abusive instructors.

It was a good thing you were able to stand on your own feet. Still, it was not much of anything compared to the amount of money a man would make had he been in your shoes. Which is why your mother had to slave her days away. You could only wish for Mabel to not be cursed with the same fate. If father had been alive, your mother and sisters would have never had to work outside the house, not even for a minute. The one good thing that came after father’s departure was this house, and the furniture that came with it, which he left in his will to his wife – your mother. It was quite unusual for women to get anything handed to them in the last wishes testament, but your father obviously loved your mother a great lot.

Or perhaps, he had envisioned his death somehow and wanted to save you from how the poor of east London lived…barely alive. Not a day goes by when you do not miss him running around with you on his shoulders or playing jumping rope with you and the twins. Your father had been a kind and honest man, hardworking and always ready to do the right thing. He was well-respected in the community as well, not the type to make his children call him ‘sir,’ which is why your neighbors and old friends were always polite to your family. Yet the last few years of his life had been…tough. His illness had made him become unhealthy in the mind. Sometimes he would see things that were not there, or spend hours screaming at the walls of his own room.

The walls spoke and they told the neighbors and other outsiders who gave you strange looks as your family walked down the street. Some of your lane’s kids caught on to the rumor and mocked you for having a father who was mad as hopps. Mother allowed you to see him less and less the worse he became, and you hated her for it for a long time. Although you understood – she did it to protect you, you just did not want anyone to take father away from you. They had been the hardest years on your young life. You, who had been your father’s favorite. To watch the man you adored and respected, become a laughing stock, someone to point fingers at enraged you. He is not insane, you would yell at the snickering pigtails. My father is not insane!

That makes you grateful that the walls of this house were thick and less menacing. Even if this house was a lot smaller than the house you lived in when father was alive, which was provided by the governor himself for men who worked under him. Your family had to vacate the premise a while after your father died since you heard another family was to take your place soon. That is how it works in the world of politics, your friend had told you; everyone is an imposter, and everything is temporary.

Thinking of your friend makes you scrub at your body faster, eager to get clean quickly. Since you were heading into town to fetch medicine today, you could stop by his house and see him for a few. He would like that would he not?

Nodding to yourself, you wring out your soaking towel.

With a deep breath, you sink under the water one again, stilling as your hair flies around you slowly. The water embodies you, holding your motionless form with ease. The noises from outside dull and a bubbling silence embraces you. You indulge in it, losing yourself as a captive to the irrigated delight. There was no ruckus here, nothing to disturb you, just the damp bath and your weightless hair. Leisurely you flutter your eyes open to experience the water that you baptized under.

It was dim, unclear and foggy. You spot your limbs floating about and a patch of hair beyond your knees.

Hmm?

There was something floating with you inside the water, and you squinted your eyes before widening them in pure agony. The patch of hair turned, to reveal a face – one that resembled your fathers. Except unlike your handsome and full of life guardian, this face was gray skin, peeling like crust off the rotten earth, holes where eyes should have been, and his jaw dropped open as if he was in the middle of a scream.

You shriek inside the bath, bubbles flying around your mouth and through you nose. As fast as you can you bounce out from under the water, liquid flying off your body in long stripes as you heave and cough kicking your legs inside the tub. Your wild state does not halt until you hear loud footsteps from the kitchen and notice that there was nothing there inside the clear bath. In an instant your clattering dies and you stare at the space where your father’s head once swam. Soon there was a shadow in place of that…your mother’s.

“What is wrong, child?!” She shouts, staring at you with wide eyes

You just gape ahead, trying to catch your breath with hefty intakes. Could it be that the devil was haunting you? …Or was there something wrong with your head? These imaginations, these wicked memories – could they really be the work of nothing but your own mind? Just like father, a sinister voice resounds. One you try to push down back underneath the covers of your sanity by gritting your teeth. Insane like father.

Once the adrenaline subsides, you turn to look at the anxious face of your mother. Her skin had been sagging for quite some time now, and the bags under her eyes seem to grow each day your sister stays ill. This was not something you should trouble her with…maybe…hopefully your friend could help you. With a few gulps to moisten your dry mouth, you tell her the only lie that came to you.

“I thought I saw a bug.”

-

“4 ounces of Laudanum.”

That is what your mother had said. Or so you think.

You sigh as the fabric of your tunic tightens around your chest with each step you take as you pulled your bonnet’s ribbons tighter to cover the scowl on most of your face. Sneaky eyes roamed around the streets of London all day and you had not wished to hear a ‘You alright, lassie? Smile wont’chya’ from a much older gentleman. Mother had made you wear one of the warmer tunics, insistent on your otherwise demise in the cold weather. Fall had just begun, and although you felt that chill in the air in the mornings, there was still no need for such tough material on your bosom. Especially since the afternoon sun drove most of the frozen winds away.

It was still far from afternoon though, as you only left the house 4 hours after dawn. There had been an influx of people in London over the recent years, the streets were filled with lively children every corner and fast-paced men fidgeting on by. What were they in such a rush for? You wonder. There were women too, petite and mum, that moved slowly but carried a certain glare in their eyes. ‘Dare to cross me’ they said. Because of so, you always chose to move quickly with your orbs fixed on the floor. Not having the energy or physique to pick a fight with the irritable ladies of your town.

As you were moving through the inner streets of the town, you spot the Ashton house from the corner of your eye. Without better judgement, you turn to it in interest, immediately regretting your choices. It was boarded up, run down with violent graffiti littering the once healthy oak fronts.

A frown settles on your face as you remember the young daughter of the Ashton family, a peer from Sunday school. She was a quiet child, scribbling more in her homework journal more than she ever talked or even ate. You weren’t close to her and she was not exactly an object of your interest until you heard her mother went insane and had murdered her along with the rest of her family. Quite a gruesome death it was, with their insides being carved out to make a pentagram on the living room’s floor. They found her, the mother, wailing in the middle of her of the room, holding onto the remains of her youngest son.

It became the talk of the town, with folks making up even sillier accusations. You found it humorous and disheartening at how 2 months before the mother was well-loved by her neighbors. Neighbors who now spoke of her with spite and created rumors that tarnished the image of her whole family. That was a certain situation you had encountered with the mass, as well. The church-bells of the town had told your family that the lady was having strange dreams and visions and that she had been tremendously ill the month before her episode, but you refused to believe whatsoever they said.

Last you heard of the mother, was that she was dragged into the center of London and burned at the stake surrounded by excited spectators for being a witch.

A witch…you had heard of their kind before. Women who have been said to leave the light of God, to spit on the feet of the angels and join the forces of the dark and complete the bidding of Satan. In return, they were granted power. The power to smite their enemies and sacrifice the virgins and gain immortality. Dangerous and unholy, the pastor said, they must be punished. They had repealed the acts of punishing witchcraft well over 100 years ago, but it still ran as a prominent practice amongst the civilians. Without the support of the government, the community itself dealt with wizards and witches alike, most of the matter falling into the hands of the town’s elder men. Most of them members of the church. It was the clergy who criticized the government for going against God’s will and it was the clergy that declared the sinner’s verdict.

From what you heard, a priest in the next town over had a 15-year-old boy’s throat slashed and hung like a strawman in the middle of his family’s farm with a pitchfork pummeled through his chest for being accused of wizardry.

You shudder, the whole story was a tragedy that made you squirm. Once your eyes graze the word ‘death to all witches and their kin,’ written in big black letters on by the side of the other incomprehensible slurs – you cringed and turned your head back ahead to the path before you.

There was a light sprint in your step the further you got from that cursed-looking house. For some odd reason, you felt eyes on you but as you were properly taught you unheeded it. People continued to tread past you and your eyes stayed glued to the dusty floor until-

“Be careful, where you go.”

A chilling hoarse voice made its way into your ear, making your head shoot up at the sound.

It was a man. A tall, yet haggard man that stood in the middle of the streets. He wore a stained plaid shirt, with a long brown coat filled with scuffs and patch marks and black gloves filled with holes. You could easily recognize that he came from the corner ends of the road, where the lower classes who indulged in poverty resided. His long, moist hair strands slithered out underneath the newsboy hat he wore on his head. His beard was matted, and it seemed like he had not the privilege to showered in ages. There was a rotten stench that was emitting from him, one that reminded you of the dismembered dog that was tied to the awning of your porch outside your house once, courtesy of a cruel jest from some of the neighborhood kids.

But that was not what scared you about him, no. It was not his rugged appearance or the way he stood so immobile, in the center of the street as rushing bodies flew past him without a glance – without a care. It was not that time slowed down as you spotted him, even though no one around you seem to have. It was not even how he followed your figure with an unblinking glare, eyes seemly popping out from his cranium.

What really scared you…was his smile.

The widest stretch of his cheeks, painfully sitting on his crusted lips was a big, sinister smile. It was as if his lips were being held up by hooks, the ones on the dirty meat shop windows where they hung the corpses of skinned donkeys and chickens. His barred teeth were rotten and quite a few were missing, it churned your stomach with disgust.

“Girls who are out too late get punished.” He said in an excited tone.

You pale, as that phrase sounded uncomfortably familiar to you. Yet you could not recall from where, exactly. Nonetheless, it did not concern you…not even when you hear the disgusting man begin to laugh in such a shrill and horrendous way. The way his mouth moved was so unbearable, as if the skin was struggling to stay on his face. Just keep walking, you tell yourself, facing away from the frightening sound. Keep running.

You had to get away.

Once you round the corner away from the central market, you sigh in relief. You had not noticed the way you had been subconsciously holding your breath, until it left you in such a rush that you physically felt your lungs deflate. Shaking your head in worry, you were startled when you hear a shout.

“Out of the way, lassie!”

Your head shoots up, to find big brown horses heading towards you. Letting out a surprised squeak, you jump to a vacant side of the road. Whichever direction your flight instincts led you to.

In a second; four horses, a wainwright, and a burgundy chariot all pass you with easy speed, picking up the ends of your hair. The wheels of the barouche kick up gravel and slide through the pavement, leaving a trail of dust in their tracks. Your jaw subconsciously hangs open as the vehicle passes you by. Once you watch it disappear into the near distance, you turn back around.

It was silly how you just now realized you made it to Ferwin Row, the lane where all the rich and prosperous folks in town resided. Just the smell of fresh bread was enough to tell you had arrived in Ferwin. It was like no other, with ladies in large petticoats and decorative parasols and men and their top hats and mustaches.

You began to walk on the familiar path, one you've been on many times before as a child. There was a feeling in your chest, light and airy feeling, one much better than a while ago. And so with a nervous sigh you step up to one of the largest houses on the block of Ferwin.

It was still quite tall, just as you remembered it when you were a child. You always thought then that as you grow up, become taller it would seem minor and less intimidating, but you were so very wrong. Possibly it was because you have shrunk as a person, no longer a young mistress but a plain jane doomed for a plain life. But enough with the self-pity, this house contained a lot more good memories than bad. Some you rather not recall upon but no matter.

It was where you met your best friend.

Holding up the end of your skirt, you walk up the porch, immediately greeted but the smell of fresh roses from the nearby bushes that entailed the wooden porch. Such a familiar scene for you but this time around your nerves were tense with your knowledge. Well, you did become a tad nervous before you met him but never like this. Your throat felt dry and your heart skipped beats.

You had not realized you were zoning out, staring at the bottom of the door and fretting before it swung open with such a ferocity that it made you scream. A boy’s voice shrieks back – one much deeper and filled with a cool distinct color. It was him.

“___?”

“Jin!” You yelped, holding a hand over your rapid heart.

“What in God’s name are you doing here this early in the daylight?!”

Because of the recent events that have just occurred to you, you were beyond just frightened. The initiation of hyperventilation crippled you and you struggle to answer him, just standing there exhaling severely, causing his once lively eyes squint in worry.

“What happened with you?” Jin questions cautiously, taking your wrist into his hand as you feel your cheeks heating

Similar to that of a switch, his touch provokes you out of your haze, the color in your face returning, your brain once again functioning.

“N-nothing much…just…”

“Is it because of another night terror?” He pries, making you nod with your face towards the porch. Unable to meet his russet orbs. “What was it his time…are you sure you are well?”

You swoon in silence at his concern. Jin had been the only person you have spoken to about your reoccurring nightmares. Your mother knows of their occurrence, but she does not contain much knowledge beyond that. She does not know of the horror that befalls your sleeping mind, or the horrid danger you caress each time you close your eyes. To her, they are just strange, strange dreams her poor daughter seem to begin having a month ago.

Oh, but Jin. Your dearest friend Jin, he knows it all. Perhaps it was the years of close bond you both shared, or the protective aura he constantly radiated. The words would leave your mouth before you even took notice. You have wondered for many nights, had he known of the power he holds over you? How utterly smitten you are with his doll-like face and masculine physique?

He was your neighbor for an entire decade. As a matter of fact, you have known him your whole life as he was given birth to just two fragile years before you. They were your best years, father was alive, mother was happy, your sisters were kind and Jin was your closest friend. Both of you would spend hours running around in the yard, Jin’s then tiny hand holding yours as you lifted up the ends of your dress with a closed fist. You recall upon on those memories with nothing but fondness.

“___?” Jin calls your name “What happened with you?”

“I-I am fine!” You shout, taking your wrist away from his safehold, “I just saw a dizzy-aged man mafficking a while back.”

“A man? Like the one in your dreams?”

“No, no. This one was real and in broad daylight…at least I thought…”

Remembering that strange man had you drifting off while gazing at the button of Jin’s vest. They were black like the black night that man – monster appears to you. When the moon stands still and lifeless above you, and the fog crawls inside you like a disease. Like grim insanity lingering around you. The bells of death, they surround you.

Jin scoffs and presents you with a pointed stare. You sigh, feeling more than deserving at the judgment on his face.

“I agree, it does not make much sense to me either. I…would like converse about this with you somewhere more…private?”

You say looking into his eyes then slightly left to the busy street outside. It was a silent, subtle signal. Unlike the middle- and lower-class streets where the haste you saw was sincere for their work was endless, Ferwin lane was known to harbor the worst types of half-hour gentlemen and church-bells alike. Blame it on all the endless amounts of leisure time they were in possession of. None of the men and women and like walking by were actually going anyplace, it was not like they had a job to get to. Instead you could feel them ogling at you on the porch next to your childhood friend. There she is again, they were thinking.

“Right.” Jin exhales irritably, immediately catching your signal, “Walk with me now. I seemed to have forgotten about the papers from my cabin that I must hand to the gentlemen at the tracks.”

He turns around as soon as he finishes his sentence, heading inside the door of his large house and leaving it ajar for you to trail his steps. A small moment passes of you staring at the place he once stood in shock before you quickly come to your senses and follow him inside.

“Jin…” You call out as soon as you see the back of his large shoulders headed for the stairs. With a huff, you bundle up the skirt in your fingers and run to catch up to him with a short jog.

“Jin,” You say again as you place a foot on the first step. The faster man being three steps ahead, “You gamble now?”

“Of course not,” he replies, “It was just one race.”

Even though he was facing away from you and walking up the stairs with ease, you could still feel the sarcastic expression on his face.

“Why would you, Jin? They are not good places! I thought I told you-”

“Yes, yes, I know about the fixed winners and the bluffed stakes.” He says, while your eyes shift from his back to the expensive accents on the walls of his stairway. It reminded you of the old days, of the paintings of funny-looking persons dressed drowned in ridiculous garments you had around your old house. Respected ancestors, your father called them.

SeokJin steps onto the top step, the hallway’s foyer before turning around to look at you shadowing him.

“I am a Kim, you understand, right?”

Yes, you definitely understood.

“If there was any dishonesty occurring, father would grab his barrel and fill those chumps up with lead, first thing. They know that.”

He turns back, walking further into the hallway as you reach the top of the stairs. Once again, you stay close behind him as you observe the paintings on the wall. On the right-side wall were nothing but large, rounded windows with sheer curtains to welcome to sun rays. And on the left, painting and portraits hung lavishly to match the windows mirroring them. They were much grander than the ones you possessed, even during the time you possessed it all. Especially with the additions of stuffed prey heads. The Kim’s have seemed to earn an ambitious amount of wealth over all the years they worked under the governor. This was not the only mansion in their possession, from your knowledge they owned one at the seaside and one by the country where his mother currently dwelled. Contradictory to your sob story, the Kim’s were blessed with good luck and fortune. Their fathers and forefathers had all been the epitome of good health and their genes were strong. Women gave birth to sturdy, healthy men that could support and provide for them for a lifetime.

You felt guilty for being born a woman. For having only sisters and for your mother’s calloused and fragile hands. But what could you do about it? If you recall correctly, you were supposed to have an older brother. He was born before the twins, making him the oldest child of the family. Yet…your family was cursed with misfortune and instead of earning a healthy older brother, your mother gave birth to a stillborn. It nauseated you, to think about the pain your parents suffered after the birth and to remember the tragedy that the women in your family grieve.

Amongst the paintings and the vases, and the wall mountings, there was a certain portrait that caught your interest. It sat proudly upon a wall, with two small tables on each end of the bottom golden frame that held vases with fresh tall white flowers. On the painted portrait stood SeokJin, with his shoulders back and chest out. He wore his special suit complete with his top hat and the golden chain from a stopwatch peeking from his pocket. How dashing he was, with a hand on his father’s shoulder. His father, who was also in the portrait sat in a chair next to his eldest son. The mark of nobility on his face.

It had you in awe each time you passed by the hallway and you knew Jin was very fond of it. He acted as if it meant nothing to him, but that slight change in his eyes once they found the painted wrinkles of his father’s face told you everything he did not. You knew Jin had a difficult relationship with the senior. Sir Kim was not the most affectionate person nor an easy person. The only reason you realized your friend’s disassociation from the older was through the bruises young SeokJin hid when they peeked from under his sleeves.

You angle your face to the now taller boy’s back with pity. There were so many persons in your life you wished you could have saved. Young Jin holding back many tears as he stood by your entrance was one of them.

Jin finally halts, turning to the left side and pulling open a mahogany door open. The rush he seems to be in makes him inconsiderate of your pace, walking inside the room faster than you could catch up.

Jogging for the third time today, you sprint up to the door – holding it in place of mid-swing before it shuts. With an irritable groan you trudge inside the room to find Jin throwing open large red drapes to reveal a messy, paper-filled chamber.

“Could you walk a bit faster please? I love it the most when you disregard my presence.”

Jin sighs, as he begins to shuffle through the papers one by one. “My apologies princess, truly. I just want to get this done over with.”

With a purse of your lips, you walk further into the room. Up to the window on the right of the desk Jin shuffled through. You pick up the fabric of the drapes and rub them between your fingers. The soft velvet laid effortlessly amongst your skin producing you to wish it was wrapped around you instead of this suffocating tunic.

“Pretty curtains.” You mutter, loud enough for the only other person in the room to hear. He just grunts in response like some sort of animal and you wonder what has him so tense.

“What are the papers for by the way…and why is it so messy in here? Is Aunt Helene not allowed in this room?”

You study the room with wide eyes. It was not one you had been in before. The walls were the same color as the hallway’s mid center, the foyer embellished the same red carpeting and there was one desk and chair in the center of the room. All covered by loads of slightly yellowed credentials. It seemed as if the room had been boarded up after a rooster was freed inside.

“Well, there have been some political matters arising in the recent year.” Jin continues without looking up from his spot, “Last week the prime minister paid the governor a visit-”

“The Earl of Derby?” You shouted, a bit too excited to which Jin offered you a smirk

“Yes, Edward Smith-Stanley, himself. We were all there, the whole cabinet full of those fly rinks. They might be Earls but they just look like mutton shunters in fancy suits who sell logies. It is insulting to put a man as beautiful as me in the same room with those flapdoodles.”

You smile wide at Jin bantering on as usual, jumping in your shoes.

“And what was it about? Did they compliment the town? Have they put in some money for the church o-?”

“___.” Jin interrupts you rambling. You look at him to find him giving you a serious stare. Your pupils lose their spark as you furrow your brows in concentration at him.

“Russia has been gaining territory of the Ottoman Empire in favor of the Eastern Orthodox Church. With the help of our colleagues in France, there might be a war looming the mist.”

“…What.” You say, not believing your own ears. Most of the public, like you, were completely blindsided in this situation. They must have kept the news off the papers.

“Aunt Helene’s son…he has been drafted.”

“Oh…oh no. I have…I mean it has been so long since I have seen her. H-ho-”

“I have given her a period of rest. It might not be ideal, but it might as well be the last she sees of her 15-year-old son.”

Listening to him swirls your stomach with upset, so you stare out the window to remind yourself of the light that survived in this bleak world. Aunt Helene was the oldest caretaker of the Kim house. She had also been was your caretaker before father’s demise. You felt for that woman, you really did. When soldiers go off to the cavalry, they don’t return back in the same piece. A sadistic horror tale many mothers live to tell.

“I am glad she is with him at the moment.”

“Aha!” Jin shout as he grabs a hand full of papers. Evening them, he proceeds to open his coat and stuff them inside his breasts’ pocket. Then he straightens himself out, patting his coat down with a smile.

“Now ___,” He gives you his full attention, the deep color of his irises has you blushing, “What did you want to speak to me about?”

“Nothing just…well, Mabel. She has not been well…”

“Mabel is still ill?” Jin asks in concern

“Yes. The doctors say that it is just a small sickness. That it will pass with time. But she only seems to be getting worse…I do not understand Jin…she is so young and fragile. First father and now her. I am afraid.”

In a second Jin was upon you. Walking swiftly from his position behind the table to get to you, who’ shoulders were sullen as she stared at the red ground. You gasp when he cradles your head into his shoulder. The warmth of his torso wrapping around you like silk.

“Do not fret, woman. I will not let anything happen to her. We will find her a doctor an-”

“No!” You say in urgency, pushing yourself up from his chest. He eyed you in confusion. “No doctors. Please I could not bear asking you of that. Besides, you have somewhere you urgently need to b-”

“Nonsense!” He shouts, making you jump in fright, “…M-Mabel means as much to me as you! I want to be of service in some way.”

You smile gently at the pout on his face. Your hand settles upon his cheek, cupping his face with your fingers. His eyes harden and you realize your mistake, taking a step back. But oh- for the few moments you held him, how handsome he was. How sturdy his jaw felt in your palm. “Then would you please just take me to the medicine shop, dear friend?

-

The ride was bumpy, filled with the uneven earth beneath the Barouche’s wheels. He sat on the other side, right beside you and stared out the pane without mumbling a word. His top hat sitting between you separated you and him, a strange way to remind you to keep distance. Your intimate behavior from before must have soured his mood. It was not uncommon for Jin to act this way towards you. Perhaps it was for the fact that you were of little status compared to him, which you acknowledged, but it still hurt. Jin’s disregard and ignorance for your presence was painful because of the bond you had fashioned in your mind for the two of you.

How heavy your heart felt to be thrown to the side. Yet you dared not speak, afraid to ruin the years of friendship Jin had allowed. His father already despised your existence. It was dreadful to think what that man would destroy once he figured out you still hung by his beloved son.

You let the carriage move you, becoming one inside the cocoon of black with just your thoughts and the passing world to keep you occupied.

Soon you heard the neigh of a horse and the gravelly voice of the wainwright snags you out of your daze.

“The medicine shop you requested, sire!”

This prompts Jin into grabbing his hat, opening the carriage’s door and stepping out into the world. You follow in his shoes, quietly jumping onto the dusty ground as he wore his hat. It was a pleasant street, no one in any particular rush, letting the calm breeze and soft chatter flow gentle around the block.

“Alright,” He says turning to face you “I shall go in and fetch Mabel’s medicine. Stay by the carriage.”

You nod, and with that he turns heading into the direction of the medicine shop. With a sigh, you close the Barouche’s door and lean back against with your eyes facing the pavement. Jin already convinced you about buying the medicine himself, no matter how many times you begged for him not to bother. This relationship between you both was the most peculiar thing. One day Jin was as warm as freshly heated milk and the next he would not even look you in the eye.

As you were off in a world of your own, a certain scoff made its way to your ear eliciting you to look up and find the culprit. Ah, of course. Mary Jane.

“How wonderful that even mutts’ own carriages in these dire times.” She says with a tone filled with venom and mockery. The two girls behind her began to laugh and you just turn your cheek, silently wanting to strangle them with the strings of your bonnet.

“Why does she not speak?” One of the girls behind her, in a puffy yellow dress, asks

“Don’t you know,” She turn her head to her companion, “Mutts don’t know how to speak.”

Again, her pathetic attempt at an insult evokes laughter from her and her minions.

Mary Jane, or who you knew better as Demon Jane was the most popular bachelorette in Ferwin row. A beautiful dame with a heart made up of the dirtiest sewer. She had been after you since you were a child, one of the kids that tortured you the most when you were younger. The vile way she spoke of your late father, you wished her nothing but a terrible fate.

Yet here she stood, as blessed as the day she was born. The governor’s daughter herself. Not just noble in name, but even the way she dressed in a large petticoat under her blue rippled skirt, a matching bodice and a white chemisette. Her hair was decorated with a bonnet that fanned around her face, artificial flows and ribbons stitched at the top. An embodiment of riches she presented so casually on the sunny streets of London. Compared to her, you fell short in your simple clothes. But only in clothes.

“Mary Jane, have you seen any rock doves around lately?”

She stopped her giggling to give you an unamused stare with a raised eyebrow. “No, what for?”

“I only ask you cause I thought they were making a nest in that bonnet of yours.”

Your comment makes the otherwise silent wainwright snort, covering his mouth with his palm to endure a chuckle that peeped past his shut lips. In return you laugh glancing at him and back to Mary Jane’s enraged face.

“Laugh all you want, the last one to triumph will be the one not murdered in her sleep.”

“…What?” You say in alarm, pushing yourself off the barouche’s door. Could she…it could not be possible that-

“Have you not heard? There have been horrendous deaths all over your street! Most of them found dead right in their beds.”

This was the first time you heard about this. After all, it was London you lived in, people dropped dead for no reason at times and the crowd would continue on, walking around their rotting corpse in the middle of the street. No one making an effort to disturb them. But for people to die in their beds…the conviction had your alone had your mind racing with belligerent ideas. Could they have been suffering the same nightmares as you?

“Come to think of it,” Mary grinned ear to ear, “Your father died in the same way, am I right?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by the foul way the wench spoke. You glare up at her, disoriented by the way she spoke of father. With disgust. This time you turn your full physique towards her, challenging her to say another word to which she just beams in poisonous delight.

Instead of cowering, she steps up closer to you as her minion give one another a side-eye, “Your father died just as he lived. A dirty mu-”

“Mary Jane!” A loud voice breaks her murky gaze and you jerk your head to find Jin marching his way towards the carriage. He comes up to her with furrowed brow, carrying a small brown paper bag with his lips pulled back in a frown, “Is there a reason you are standing here berating my friend as a pigshow for your crowd?”

Mary Jane looks visibly shaken at Seokjin’s anger, his mouth spitting words in a frantic rage.

“I was just bantering with an old friend I have not had the luck to seen in a while. It was lighthearted teasing, no further purpose.”

You internally groan at her innocent tone and the show she put on for Jin compared to everyone else.

“I do not know how your humor works, but I do not think friend’s like it when people speak of their parent’s in that way.”

Mary turn red and blue at Jin’s scolding and you peek behind him to find all the nosy lads and lassies of Ferwin take long, curious stares at the scene. Her minions stood behind her pursing their lips and take a step further away from her each second. Amusing, really.

“Mary Jane,” Jin whispers, bending slightly to her height so that he was close and personal with her. She blushes rosy, shifting her eyes to the ground while you hold your breath at their proximity, heart suddenly pounding faster.

“Just because your parents do not love you, does not give you the right to make other people feel as hurt as you.”

And with that he straightens himself, brushing past her with out looking back. She stood there facing away from you, s you could not see her expression. Although, you did pity her. Hurt people hurt people, after all.

“Thank you for standing up for me.” You say to your friend as he gaits up to you.

“N…her vile words just did not sit well with me.” I didn’t do it for you he meant.

“I understand.” You smile, nodding your head and proceeding to get inside the barouche without another word. Missing the way SeokJin struggled to speak after your saddened expression.

On the way home, you writhed in the once again silent carriage seat. Pondering through a million thoughts a minute. Your head hurt from all the new knowledge you had gained today. There were deaths occurring in your street you had not even been aware of and your nightmares have gotten worse, but now you felt too guilty to trouble others with them. With gritted teeth, you stare out your window as you knew Jin did the same on his side.

A crowd in the distance caught your eye, huddling around men that wore a uniform. A nurse men’s uniform. You shift higher in your seat, trying to peek above the crowd’s heads. They were carrying a man in laid on a canvas connected by two wooden planks. As they move him out, although it was for a very short quick second – you recognized him. That man, the terribly dirty man who spoke to you laid dead on that spread-out bedsheet.

You let out a loud gasp, moving away from the window.

Jin who heard your small cry turn to you, also moving closer to you as his top hat falls off the seat. “What is wrong, huh? What is it? What did you see?” He questions, holding you in his arms.

Unable to think you lay on his shoulder “…Jin, I think I need to visit the preacher about my nightmares.”

“What?” He responds with disbelief in his tone. Shifting you so that you were staring directly into his orbs. “___, no.”

“But-”

“Listen to me, woman!” He shouts startling you. His eyes fill with regret as he rubs your arm in apology, “I am telling you now, what ever you do. Do not trust the church nor the ministry. I am here to protect you, alright?”

…

“Promise me.” Jin urges and you let out a tired sigh. “Please, this is important. Promise me, you will not tell the of your dreams, you will tell no one. Promise!”

“…I…I promise.”

-

You woke with a shake of your head.

Bread.

You were buttering bread.

In a daze, you stare at your left hand which seized the small staling piece of flakey dough and your other hand wielding a table knife that held a proper amount of fat on its edge – with uncertainty. Your gaze then shifts to the silver tray underneath the objects you gripped, lying flat against the countertop and filled with more bread and butter. There was a sudden pain in your skull, prompting you to put a knife-wielding palm over your eye as you hiss. How long have you been doing this? When did you get here?

Your flustered concentration was broken by a familiar voice.

“Hurry along with the bread! We don’t get to spend many days like this, after all.”

It was Lilian in her peach nightgown, sauntering into what you now realize as the kitchen. Your kitchen with the worn-out pots and pans and water stains on the chipping wallpaper. As your gaze wanders around the older walks up and stops a foot in front of you, causing you to notice the jar safely tucked into her hands.

“Lilian?” You say, eyeing the clear jar with red mush inside

“Hmm?”

“I-is that…strawberry jam?”

“Why yes!” She replies, holding up the jar and shaking it in glee. “Mother made some recently.”

It was without your knowledge that your mouth started to salivate. Why, it had been months since you have had strawberry jam and years since mother had enough strawberries to make some in such a large amount. Your gawking at the preserves was interrupted by laughter.

“You are drooling! How silly!”

Embarrassed, you turn back to the task in front of you. “It is not like that…I am just famished.”

“Then like I told you, hurry long! Mother’s waiting in the dining room.”

Your head shoots up to her in shock, “Mother’s home?” Soon, your attention shifts to the window above the counter. It was afternoon, you could tell. The sunlight slithering through the white drapes was bright, as the source stood well high in the air. Signaling it was past the middle hour. “She has not left for the Disraeli’s?”

“She has been granted the day’s rest. Is that not wonderful?”

Just as you were about to reply to her another shout interrupts you both. It was Ivette, calling you to the dining room. With a glance to the end of the kitchen and back at each other, you and Lilian start making your way towards the dining chamber. You quickly put the bread and butter you held onto the tray and took the handles in your hand. As you were turning your tray-holding figure towards the entrance, you felt a hand on your shoulder halt you in your tracks.                                                                                          

“Come now, I will carry them.” Lilian told you with a gentle smile.

Naturally…you were supposed to feel pleased, were you not? But Lilian was the last person who would show kindness to you. When her and Ivette were not spending hours taunting you with insults, they would bump into your shoulder in hopes you drop something or pulled on your hair strands as you scrubbed the dishes. You would often complain to mother about their harassment, but as you saw the woman grow frailer over the years, you thought to not worry her with such small matters. Mother had always said you were her mature one. In the end, that only gave them more power to be crueler over you.

With an eyebrow raised in suspicion, you handed the tray to Lilian, who gleefully accepted it from your hands. She began to walk away instantly, and you followed her trail.

Once the vicinity of the dining room came into view, the first thing you saw was your family huddling around the table, each on busy within assignment. Unlike you, Lilian continues to set the tray on the table while you stood stunned by the kitchen entrance. Ivette stood nearby placing down a bowl of fruit, bananas and gooseberries. Covering her was a long white dress with a frilly collar, one that you had stitched her few years ago for her birthday. She never thought to wear it before.

Your eyes shift to mother, her relaxed figure sitting on the wooden table enjoying slicing the apples without an ounce of usual tension in her expression. Her posture was tame, as she sat in her nightgown. Surprisingly, she brushed her hair today, strands nicely fitted into a low bun. And then there was Mabel.

It took you a moment as you stared at her who was soaking lentils in water, mind traveling far away.

“Mabel!” You speak up to which the girl in the light brown dress who connects her eyes with yours. Eyes that once again seemed filled with life and color. “What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting!”

Your apprehensive attitude is shaken when she laughs. That hearty, soft giggle that you adore. “I am fine, I am feeling a lot better. Do not fret.”

Mabel smiles as you furrow your eyebrows in worry. She’s feeling better? Why, just yesterday your chest sunk staring at the dark bags under her eyes and the gauntness of her cheeks. Yet as you watch her move around the room with ease, you can’t help but let tears prick the corners of your eyes.

This past month of her sickness had taken a heavy toll on you.

The sun rays were bright and filled your house with such an ethereal shine, the usually drab grey walls appeared to be painted with a sudden warmth – a sudden love. Dust particles danced in the rays and the atmosphere felt quaint and cozy as you gazed at your family bustling about.

It was like the time father was alive.

And then there was a knock.

Everyone’s attention shifts to the door, and you who was empty of a task at the moment decided to deal with the matter.

You stride up to the timbered door as swift as you could. As you hand reached for the handle, you paused. There was a certain chill that ran down your spine. Who could be at your house so early in the morning?

 Why did you feel so uncertain of everything?

 While you were dreaming the knock resides again and your mother calls out your name in question, rousing you from your hesitation. With a shake of your head, you grab the handle and pull the door open just to find a friendly face stare back at you. It was the paperboy.

 “‘ello miss, you look lovely today.” He tips his cap, displaying the missing teeth from the corners of his mouth.

 You psychically feel the knots of tension leave your body as you sigh in relief, happy to see his playful grin. It had become denser outside, so you rubbed your arms through your nightgown in hopes to warm yourself.

 “Adam, how nice of you to stop by.” You giggle, as if he did not stop by each morning recently.

 “I’ve got your paper for ya!” He smiles, holding up a wrapped newspaper in his wrinkled, tattered sleeves of his gray coat.

 “It is not my pap-”

 “Adam, there you are!” You were interrupted with Lilian running up to shove you aside, “Here is your quid.”

 He laughs as he hands her the paper and takes the quid while you tsk. She always wasted money on the most fruitless objects. What was your all female family supposed to do with papers filled with political agendas and useless gossip? Yet Lilian always bought the day’s paper only because her fiancé wrote in a small scholarly opinions section.

 “Thank you miss!” Adam replies cheerily, throwing the coin in the air and catching it again.

 “Lighten up, grouch.” Lilian elbows your arm as you stand there with a scowl. With that she throws a wink to Adam and runs back into the dining room probably to gush about the three lines her fiancé wrote today with Ivette.

 “Would you like to join us for brunch, Adam?” You ask the young man, knowing he did not each much as he had the mouths of five younger siblings and a sick mother to feed before him.

 “Oh, no. Thanks for the offer miss!” He utters quickly, waving his hands in front of his person frantically. “But I’ve got to finish my route, see. The big man’ll have me for brunch himself if I don’t”

 You giggle as he moves his finger over his neck to motion a cut. “Alright then, next time.”

 “Next time then, miss! Farewell for now.” He turns around and begins to walk away from you and down your porch’s stairs. That was when you spotted his bike that laid upright on the dirt next to your porch. You have seen this bike many times before, but it seemed really different today. It had changed color, part of it stained a muddy reddish brown. Was it rust? His boss lent him that contraption and you knew how ruthless and brutal that man was over his possessions.

 “You should get that cleaned, it seems to have gotten quite dirty!” You shout in worry as Adam reaches the bicycle.

 “I know.” Adam shouts back, “That is why I begged him not to skin me as he sat me on it…”

 What he said had not correctly registered in your mind, so thinking he heard your message and responded with his usual banter, you turn around with an amused expression.

 Once you turn to the dining room, you are met with silence. You halt in mid-motion as no one occupies the once filled dining chamber but an apple that rolls of the table. Your brain refuses to function as you find so traces of life inside the house, not matter how far you try to look. The feeling of dread reappears in full influence.

 “No.” You whisper as your insides plummet and you feel the snakes of terror begin to wrap around your chest, tightly coiling you in place.

“I begged him, miss.”

Your eyes widen at the familiar voice that stood behind you. A shaky gasp crawls out your throat and your lips quiver. Not again. No, no please no.

“I begged him.” With slow and reluctant movements, you turn around, body shivering in fear. There stood the paperboy on your porch, a foot away from you. Tears drop out of your eyes as you see him. He stood in a pool of blood that dripped from his skin, as it peeled off from the muscles in his face.

“I begged him to spare me.” He says, crying along with you as the sorrow in his voice made you hiccup. The being that was once your kind and witty paperboy, brought his hands up to cover his face as if he was ashamed of his grief. And that was when you saw it.

The claws. The sharp, horrifying razors cover his right hand. It was some sort of brown leather glove, with long blades attached at the fingers.

It was him.

Your eyes widen and you take a step back, heading shaking side to side in denial.

“I begged him…” Utters the being once again, before he looks up from his hands directly into your soul with a gut-wrenching smile. “But he didn’t listen!”

His voice became demonic and he lashed towards you in such speed, prompting you to scream as you shut the door in his face as quickly as you could. That did not stop his from clawing at the door as you felt him trying to break down the wood.

“___~” He calls out

“NO!” You scream, backing away from the handle rattling as the while door shook. Covering your ears, you clenched your eyes shut forcefully, as you shake your head desperately trying to wake up. Your back hit the dining table as you began to pray. The monster began to scream and the whole house shook as he pounded his fist on the door. There was a terrifying sound, someone clawing the wood of the door and your core shook in fear as you were sure your legs would give out any second.

“Please…God, if you are there. Help me, please.”

“What is the matter ___?” You hear from someone behind you, making your eyes whip open. “Another night terror?”

Immediately the slamming at the door hushed as if it never existed. The only sound left in the vicinity was your strangled breaths and the rabid beating inside your chest. With a gulp your turn your head ever so carefully wishing and wishing that no one was there.

Yet this dream was not one of fulfillment for as soon as our turned, you could only scream at the evil sight that laid behind you.

There was your mother, and the twins and Mabel sitting around the timber table and staring back at you. All with wide, far-flung smiles. What you saw though, made you fall on your bottom as a heavy shockwave left you no longer feeling anything in your legs. You clutch the fabric around your chest, trying desperately to hold onto reality. This was not real, it is just another miserable dream. Wake up! Run away!

What you saw were their eyes, their deep dark red eyes. Their pupils, corneas, irises, their sclera was all painted red! It was horrifying, not an ounce of humanity inside them. You began backing away, using the last of your adrenaline to push yourself against the floor in the opposite direction of the heathens that resembled your family. Then an icy dread contained you as they rose up from their seats, movements reflective of another.

“Run away, ___. You should run away. Run away ___. You should run away.”

Broken sobs poured from you like a fountain, throat hoarse from your screams your bleary eyes tried desperately to escape the scene. They all wore a glove on their right hand, one filled with razors and they moved towards you. All at the same time.

You protected your head with your arms, bringing up your knees to cover your face. They moved closer, chanting the same sentence again and again. In frustration you screamed into your thighs at your dire situation. And before you knew it, all was quiet once more.

Cautiously you raised your head up, arms lowering to your sides. There was no one in front of you. All you could hear were the breaths you took, looking at every corner of your house. Then suddenly-

“___.”

You whip your head back to see Adam’s skinless face-

“Thou shouldst have ran when you had the chance!”

Before he slashes your face with his blades making you scream. Again, you thrash around in your bed wailing at the top of your lungs before your mother seizes you.

“___!” She yells your name in worry

When you hear her call your name, you halt heaving into her face as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Oh, child.” You mother cries in a concerned tone before smothering your head in her shoulder. “It is all right. You are safe, my child.” She chants

As your heartbeat lulls you close your eyes in relief. Just another dream. Your mother pats your head, shushing you in comfort. Once she knows you have calmed yourself, she makes a final statement that has your heart dropping.

“We are going to see the preacher. Go put on your church dress.”