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wolfytae-exe · 7 months

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Ouija. (S) (A)

summary: in which your boredom leads to stupid decisions and dangerous consequences.

warning: fear, anxiety, predator & prey, seance, dubcon, dacryphilia, breeding(?) kink, name-calling(cutie, darling, little human, dollface), degrading(slut, whore, nasty), sadism, forced orgasm, death, gore, marking(if you squint), praise at some point, jjun really enjoys the mcs pain, master kink, biting, aphrodisiac,

paring: Incubus! Yeonjun + afab! Reader

wc: 3.4k

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It’s cold; was October always this cold? You shiver in your living room, a mug of freshly brewed coffee steaming in between your sweater-pawed hands, allowing the apartment to smell like pumpkin spice.

Your TV replacing a fireplace and warm fairy lights are the only thing lighting the area around you as you relax on the couch, the cushions cold as you struggle to afford a heater.

You’re fresh out of school, majoring in linguistics had you living off waitress tips and your savings at the moment, but as badly as it stresses you out, you can’t help but feel content, affording yourself and your life is enough for you to enjoy your coffee and warm lights in autumn. Not to mention it’s your favorite time of the year, Halloween time.

You already had your Halloween candy out, sitting in a big bowl with purple and orange candies on it, waiting for the clock to strike midnight so you can enjoy Hallows Eve in the best fashion, an Ouija board. You knew there was no need to freak out, you messed with the board a couple of years back with a group of sophomore college students during a Halloween party, and the lack of movement in the planchette caused an embarrassment like no other that night.

with one last sip of your coffee, you checked your watch. 12:02 AM October 31, 2023, you sat up and set your coffee down grabbed the box holding the board, and placed it on your coffee table. With a sigh, you pulled the board and planchette out along with the instructions.

After glancing at the paper a shiver ran down your spine. ‘DO NOT USE ALONE.’ scribbled in bold all over the page, you couldn’t make out the other words all over it. “What kinda sick joke?” You muttered as you held up the planchette. It’s Halloween, this is supposed to be creepy, you told yourself before placing it on the board.

You placed your fingers in the planchette and took in a breath. “Is there anyone here with me?” You asked with a slight shake in your voice, anxiety racked you as the room dropped in temperature and the planchette began to move slowly. The sound of the wood rubbing made you want to let go, the planchette didn’t do this before, what the fuck what the actual fuck.

The circle of the planchette hovered over the word ‘YES.’ “O-Okay- Uh, are you nice?” You asked, knowing it was dumb to ask a spirit, why would it ever say it’s bad? The planchette didn’t move for a moment before moving to the letters. ‘H-U-N-G-R-Y’ You gulped, lump in your throat refusing to move. “I-I’m sorry about that uh- what’s your name? Who am I talking to?” You tried to change the topic as goosebumps rose on your skin from the cold.

The planchette didn’t move again for a moment before repeating itself. ‘H-U-N-G-R-Y’ then it moved again, staying on the Y extra long. ‘Y-E-O-N-J-U-N’ the planchette froze. “Is that Korean? But you speak English? Interesting..” You breathed. “What are you Yeonjun?” You asked, pronouncing the name to the best of your abilities as you were rusty in the language, your anxiety lessened the more interesting the spirit became.

The planchette moves. ‘D-E-M-O-N’ never mind, anxiety was back and stronger than before. “O-Oh.. And what do demons eat” You pant, actually terrified now as the planchette moves faster, more fluid, like the control wasn’t in your hands anymore. ‘L-E-T G-O- H-U-N-G-R-Y- L-E-T- Y-E-O-N-J- Y-/-N- D-E-M-O-I-N-C-U-B- L-E-T-G-O -H-U-N-G-R- GOODBYE.’

Your stomach dropped and you could no longer see, unsure whether to let go or not as your lights flickered and switched off, your teeth chattered as you shut your eyes and tried not to cry. “Yeonjun! I don’t understand!” You begged, knowing you weren’t going to get any answers, you were going to die. Your fingers slipped off the planchette, covering your ears as you couldn’t handle the silence.

Eventually, your light flickered back on and the board seemed fine, you seemed fine, you deducted from your ability to breathe, see, hear, and feel. “What the fuck..” You sighed before grabbing the planchette and board and putting it back in the box. Yeah, you were done, it’s time to sleep and throw that board away in the morning.

And that’s exactly what you did, you showered, changed into a warm hoodie and shorts, and tucked yourself right into your bed, ignoring the feeling of being watched and chalking it down to just being paranoid. It took you a while but you were able to put yourself to sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, however, you had a guest, a very hungry and awake guest. Yeonjun watched as you slept, tossing and turning every few minutes. God, he was starving, you looked so cute and tasty he just wanted to ravage you. Yeonjun hid in the shadows of your room a bit longer before giving in to his hunger.

As the demon moved into the light of your nightlight and onto your bed by your feet his clothes disappeared in the dark red smoke surrounding him. His eyes began to glow a sharp red, in contrast to his black hair as a long tail and sharp horn twisted from his lower back and hairline, the sound of his bones maneuvering and crunching to fit the additions along with a deep moan following it filled your room and invaded your dreams.

Your blanket moved over you, hovering over your frame, you curled up, whining before slowly opening your eyes to see why your warmth was gone. A scream left you fast, ringing loud into the room as red glowing eyes stared back from under your blanket, a grip on your hips coming quick, the feeling of the sharp nails causing a whimper to leave you. “P-Please..” You cried for your life, you’re too young to die. “Spare me please.” Tears fell from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks helplessly.

“Yeonjun please,” You knew using his name would do absolutely nothing. “So cute~” His voice rumbled from under the covers, a taunting purr etched into his tone. “You’re not dying yet, Y/N,” He wickedly chuckled. “You just have to feed me, and maybe I’ll let you live longer.” The eyes under the bed darkened, pupils in slits like cats and blood red in hunger.

“I-I- Anything please, I’m sorry I’ll feed you,” You pleaded, attempting to move only to yelp at his nails digging deeper into you, drawing blood. “Ow! I said yes! Yes! Let go please!” You panicked, kicking before the pain seeped into you deeper like you were being branded. “Ah- Stop!” You kicked harder but his grip never loosened. “I like it when humans fight~” A dark chuckle filled the room as he rose.

His horns being the first to catch your eyes, twisted and coiled into the sky, what you didn’t expect was his face, foxy eyes, and plump lips curled into a smile, he was beautiful. But the demon still had you pinned and in pain.

He rose higher, face to your chest and you noticed the bareness of him, his thighs brushing against yours. “Wh-“ You gasp out as you feel his hard cock pressing up against your clothes heat. Tears well up in your eyes again as he slowly ruts into you. “What- What are you..?” You whimper, too scared to let your voice go over a whisper.

Yeonjun cooed before pressing small kisses to your neck and cheek. “I told you,” you let out a sob as he spoke, a moan coming from in as a response. “I’m a demon, a very hungry one at that. An Incubus if you’re asking for my breed. Speaking of breeding.” He moans out, thrusting harder. A yelp leaves your lips as he grabs your hair, pulling back so you are level with him.

“You look so scared, but I can smell it, you’re so aroused~” He smiles, the red glint in his eyes lighting up at the way your legs shook under him. “That’s why you summoned me, isn’t it? You just wanna get dicked down, let go of all your stress?” You couldn’t respond, trying hard not to burst into more tears at the way his cock left you wanting more, wasn’t this assault? Why do you want him to stop and just fuck you already?

“Please… Stop- I don’t want this,” you plead, you knew you were lying, he knew you were lying, he’ll help you relax. “Shh, calm that pretty head little human.” the demon whispered before leaning in and kissing you, you fought, squeals leaving your throat as your hands lifted to hit him, only to be pulled back and pinned to the bed. A sob left you again, you wanted him to leave, you wanted to turn back time and never use that board again.

His tongue pushed through, long and snake-like, you could feel his saliva slide down your throat with ease, numbing the back of your tongue on the way down. Once he pulled away and took a good look at you he smiled. “Huening would eat you up, I’m so glad I answered you instead of that freak.” He knew you’d feel the effects soon, his saliva working as an aphrodisiac slowly but surely. “I got to you first and I don’t share my food.” His sharp tooth grin was the last thing you saw clearly.

Your mind almost instantly felt foggy before a pulse of pleasure shot through you. “Oh- God! What- What did you do to me?!” Your thighs attempted to slam shut on the demon, a rush of arousal ruining your panties. “God won’t save you, Y/N, you have to ask the devil for forgiveness this time.” The demon taunted as he watched your skin turn clammy, sweat dampening your forehead.

Your chest rose up and down, breathing uneasily. “I-It’s hot- ” You panted, the heat you wanted so much ran over your body in waves making you feel suffocated, the pressure in your lower tummy making your head spin. “Relax cutie, it’s just an aphrodisiac, don’t worry your pretty little head.” Yeonjun dipped down, head in between your neck now. You didn’t even feel him at first, mind blown over with disgusting, distasteful, explicit scenes.

“You’re so hot.” Yeonjun chuckled into your neck, licking and kissing at it before biting down, his sharp teeth ripping into your skin and holding on like a vice. You screamed, screamed like hell, there was no pleasure, no arousal; just raw searing pain. Hot tears ran down your face as you clawed the demon, you could feel your blood rushing out be wound like a broken dam, you could feel Yeonjun lap it up, moaning and growling at your taste.

When he finally pulled off his bloody face looked up in pure pleasure like your blood was his aphrodisiac. “Your soul will be such a nice dessert. I won the jackpot tonight.” All you could do was cry, blood stained your sheets and pillow, you couldn’t breathe and you felt like you were gonna die. That was until another wave of heat crashed over your body, you tensed, a whine ripping through your sobs as you felt the teeth marks on your neck closing up, skin building back fast and rough, stretching and burning until completely sealed into a scar of his bite. You were marked with his scent, with his life.

You could have sworn you blacked out, the pain becoming far too much to handle, too fragile as your heart beat fast, pumping back the blood you lost. By the time you came to, you were naked, sprawled out into a star shape, and unable to move. Yeonjun was nowhere to be found but the phantom of his bite and the tightness in your stomach lingered. A sob left you once more, unable to stop when the realization that this was all real crashed into you like a truck.

The more you moved your neck to see yourself, you realized how badly your body was used, bruises and bites riddled all over your arms and legs, scratches all over your torso, hips, and breasts. Your body burned, and arousal pooled under your ass as the aphrodisiac continued to move in waves, as disgusting as you felt you knew you needed Yeonjun. He did this to you, he knows you need him too, that’s why he left. You didn’t deserve this, everything was a mistake, you didn’t know an actual demon would be coming to torture and kill you, you just wanted to celebrate the spooky season.

“Why me..” You sobbed harder, tears rolling into your ears and hair. “Because you’re just so fun to play with darling~” You flinch, Yeonjun's voice vibrates through the walls, a rush of arousal and fear finds its way to you just at the sound of him.

“Stop this…Please..” You mutter helplessly. “But don’t you want my cock? Wanna be filled with my cum?” The demon taunted, still failing to show himself.

“I’ve cum so much in the time you’ve been out darling, your body is just so tasty I couldn’t help it.” You can hear the smirk in his voice before you see it, he’s crouching just at the foot of the bed watching your cunt push out more arousal. “Want me to fuck you?” He grins evilly, “Maybe I’ll keep you if you’re a good fuck, feed me so well.”

A whine leaves you at the thought of him splitting you open, nipples rubbing against one another as he thrusts, legs stretched wide and open for him to take you fully and completely. “Please- Yeonjun please-“ You needed him, needed him in you, anything to stop this sickening edge. “N-Need you-“ You whimper, as much as you wanted him you were terrified of what would happen afterward. You knew he’d kill you, but would it hurt, is it as painful as this? Is it as painful as knowing you’ll never see your friends and family again but all you can do is get dicked down beforehand.

Maybe this was a sign you were a shitty person after all, after the attempts to be a happy woman and live life to the fullest you still were horrible enough to suffer this way. “Get out of that pretty little head and look at me,” Yeonjun growled, eyes glowing in the darkness, his cock pushed against your folds so nicely, your slick way more than enough to help the stretch.

You let out a moan at the feeling of his cold cock, everything was cold about the demon, just another reminder he was anything but human. “Mmm so full already, you must not get good cock often.” The demon teased as he rubbed his cock against your sore clit. A whine was your only response, your hips unable to move. “Shh, Let master take care of you,” Yeonjun whispered before pushing in nice and slow.

“B-Big- too- Ah~ too much~” You moan out as the demon bottomed out into you. You were so close, so delirious, you could feel him everywhere. “Let me take over you, mmm yes~ Just like that, give in to me, melt under my cock.” Yeonjun growled as you clenched and shook. Slowly he dragged out of your soaked hole, letting the pull be nice and slow, he wanted you to feel it all, the veins, the way he emptied you and made you feel like nothing but a shell without his cock inside you.

“Please~ M-Mmmaster~ More please please please~ need you, nothing without your cock please-“ Your begging was cut fast as Yeonjun thrust himself right back into you, filling you so quickly you felt him in your throat. Your eyes rolled back as Yeonjun sped up, hitting that one spot that gave him such an incredible burst of energy. “You love master's cock huh? Say it! You love my cock don’t you?” Yeonjun’s hand found its way to your throat and his thrusts never slowed.

You were turned to mush, unable to even breathe as his hand tightened around your throat. Strained whines gargled from the back of your throat as you attempted to answer him. A loud “Nghh-yesss~“ left you as your toes curled and your pussy clenched around his cock that just would not stop ramming into the spongy part of your heat. Your orgasm hit like a truck, you couldn't hear or see Yeonjun anymore, and your body tingled like pins and needles pricked you all over.

It took a couple of seconds for your high to come down and soon you could see Yeonjun's changed, darkened, expression. He was still, staring at his fist that stayed closed slightly on your throat. Before you could draw in a breath, his eyes began to glow brighter, so bright you could make out the features on his face a lot better. They were sharper than before, his soft face long gone and replaced with the features of a true demon.

His cock stayed buried in your cunt, keeping you nice and full and his fist began to close tighter, causing panic to run through your veins and your lungs to burn as they pumped against each other fast for relief. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think, you were going to die; he was going to kill you, you knew it. “Did Master say you could cum?” His voice was rough and deeper than before, leaving your already sore cunt to clench around him again.

“Oh~ you like when master has to threaten your life?” Yeonjun growled, completely unamused. Soon enough when he could hear your heart pick up in pace he let go of your throat, watching you gasp and shudder for air. “Be a good slut and lay pretty.” He growls out before digging his claws into your hips and beginning to abuse your sore, overused cunt again.

Your mouth fell open, whines, squeals, and mewls pulled from your burning, dry throat as he thrust fast and hard without reprieve. “This the good fuck you wanted huh? Give you my hot cum before I take that soiled little soul of yours.” Yeonjun leaned down into your face, forehead pressed against yours as he moved his hands to wrap your legs around his waist. You sobbed in response, completely numb in your lower half. You didn't want to die at all, you’ve barely even hit your mid-twenties.

The sight had Yeonjun reeling, his long snake tongue slipping out to lick the big fat tears that ran down your face with a hum at the saltiness. “Keep crying dollface, you're so tasty when you're this scared.” The demon taunted before pressing kisses to the violated side of your complexion.

You whimpered, unable to handle the fear of the fact that he not only was going to kill you, but he was going to enjoy every bit of it and make you orgasm again in the process. “Ah- yeah suck me in like that~ bring yourself closer to your last breath.” He moaned with a chuckle at the end, “Make master cum in your needy pussy,” he continued before throwing his head back at the way you clenched tighter. “Yes- oh yes just like that- mm~ you're so good~” Yeonjun whined before his heavy hips stuttered and stilled deep in you.

More tears fell, sobs loud and broken as your throat couldn't take the torture. “Nononono- please nnnah~” you begged the demon not to cum, not to stop and end your life. Your wails and cries did nothing as he spilled more and more cum deep into you, coating your gummy walls in his hot sticky seed. “Ah~ Yes~” Yeonjun sighed at the release he felt before thrusting just a bit more to milk out more of his cum, a ring of your creamy orgasms mixed against his balls.

“Mmm~ all done, dollface~” Yeonjun smirked as he watched you pant and scream for help. “Ngh~ yes keep begging, feels so good~” Yeonjun moaned out before pressing kisses against your jaw and cheek. “Wanna live! Please- I wanna live!” You begged him and turned your head to face him. “So cute~ But my mind is made up.” Yeonjun smiled before his jaw opened up wide and inhumanely.

You attempted to scream again, fear being the last emotion you felt as his chest puffed slightly, and your breath left you once again. You could feel your heart slow and your veins slowly rub against each other as your skin grayed out. You couldn't move or speak, just watch with teary eyes as he slurped up a wispy, white, and smoke-like ball. The moment he swallowed he pulled out of your mummified corpse, feeling full and satisfied. “Tasty to the end.” Yeonjun sighed before disappearing under those pesky covers.

it's cold

okay, I had to repost this so it could get out there. If this doesn't fix the issue I don't know what will to be honest.

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alastairstom · 5 months

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I miss the London Institute in 1903.

I miss Matthew and Alastair and Thomas and Cordelia and James and Grace and Christopher and Ari and Anna and Lucie and Eugenia. I miss DILF Will and his Tessa-shaped pearl without price, too.

I miss light academia and picnics in parks and sledding parties and balls and the Hell Ruelle and Paris seances and Kensington Gardens and the Louvre and 102 Cornwall Gardens and 48 Curzon Street.

I miss Cordelia's bravery and Thomas's resilient kindness and fortitude. I miss Alastair's deep untethered love and Matthew's wit and wonder and ability to see the beauty in everything.

I miss Cordelia's globe necklace and Matthew's signet ring and Alastair's daggers and I miss their perfect waistcoats and deep-hued dresses. And I miss their jokes and their laughter and their little family dynamics that really stab at your heart when they want to.

I miss Thomas and Alastair talking all night long and kissing in carriages and insisting that they each deserve love and care. I miss James and Cordelia playing chess and talking about going to Constantinople. I miss Matthew's bright smile and mercurial moods, and his passion and learning that he should not seek to destroy himself because he is wonderful.

I miss lovely character arcs and beautifully-developed relationships. I miss Nothing but Shadows and Cast Long Shadows and Every Exquisite thing and the Midnight Heir. I miss the Penultimate Hours and the Letter Game. I miss Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron and Chain of Thorns.

I miss long nights of theorizing.

But more than anything, I miss The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare. Because that series is beauty, it is art, it is color.

#the last hours #tlh #it's one of Those Days #my god #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #matthew fairchild

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kaymarie-bell · 1 year

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Diasomnia spoilers (7-3 / 7-19) but it's a mess

because the update dropped at midnight for me and and I haven't sleep much since Friday hahaha 🌻

I translated 7-1 and 7-2 fully so I'm skipping that for now

Lilia spent the previous night playing games with his online friend, he overslept and was running towards the apprenticeship orientation meeting because he was late

He scolds Silver for not waking him up, but Silver says that he did try. 3 times. But Lilia is too hard to wake up in the mornings.

Malleus and Lilia have to go to the orientation, Malleus tells Yuu that they can visit him to ask more about Maleficent. The NPCs wonder why he even bothered to attend NRC since he doesn't need it, they're afraid of him.

The Third years are all assembled to discuss their options/chosen apprenticeships

Trey: something related to agriculture

Cater: entertainment field

Vil: he's interested in alchemy, but will prioritize his acting career

Rook: something related to archeology. He wants to work at the Isle of Lamentation since he found it beautiful and wanted to discover more hidden beauties

Leona: he's already talked about it with Crowley, he wants to work with his country's mining industry (he pretends that is only because they won't expect much of the second prince, nobody believes him)

Idia: he's going to his practice/apprenticeship on his own because Ortho is an official student now. He'll be working with Olympus, but it's more like a punishment his parents gave him after the whole Chapter 6 mess (😭)

Malleus: he's also interested on the same field as Rook

Lilia: a dropout (seriously)

(first glimpse of trouble 👀) Lilia is not going to any practice because he's leaving NRC altogether. He's been losing his magic (to be continued)

Yuu finally gets to have the communal braincell and shows Mickey's picture to the rest of the first years

speedrun of this scene because I can't do it justice in this format (I love my sons, they deserve better)

The only one with a helpful idea is Ortho (shocker), he thinks the mirror at Ramshackle might be made of a special stone (?) that's normally used to capture radio frequencies. They find an example of this in a textbook: Belle's handheld mirror fron Beauty and the Beast

Ortho concludes that Mickey is not in Twisted Wonderland. He says that they might be able to find a way home for Yuu if they study the mirror further (uh oh)

We're ignoring the implications of that

Ortho asks if Yuu knows anyone from the fae folk that might be of help. Sebek is screaming again before the thought of asking Malleus is fully formed

Back to Lilia. He break the news to Sebek and Silver. He's leaving NRC and wants to move to the land of the red Long (🐉) instead of returning to the Valley of Thorns

He asks them to help him pack. Malleus says that they must respect Lilia's choice.

The three of them go away. Malleus is upset. (oh no)

another speedrun. Lilia's room.

Sebek and Silver are helping him pack, and they go through all the weird stuff Lilia has. Silver finds a box with a ring in it. He thinks is kind of familiar (hint: looks like Aurora's crown) and suddenly feels very sleepy

Lilia confesses that the ring actually does belong to Silver. He had it on him when he was found as a baby. He wanted to give it to him once he became an adult

(the math is mathing fellas)

we also ignore the implications of that (for now) because Sebek found a really cool and legendary weapon. Silver isn't impressed because Lilia uses it to chop wood (😭)

Back to Ramshackle. The first years are staying with Yuu to perform a seance to see if they can contact Mickey

ADeuce convinced Riddle to let them stay by telling him it was a group study session (like I used to do with my mom)

Grim: he can't punish me if I don't study, I'm not from Heartslabyul

Deuce: he made personalized study plans for everyone here (note: not actual lines, just the vibes). The exam season is near

Grim finally starts to ask what Yuu leaving would mean for him. Would he even be allowed to take exams? Would he be alone at Ramshackle? (😭😭😭)

Ace: let's ignore the implications of that

They go to sleep, but it starts snowing and Yuu goes outside

It's Malleus, it's snowing because he's upset

*sad childhood flashbacks feat. Long Haired Lilia silhouette*

Yeah Malleus is definitely going to overblot due to abandonment issues

Yuu breaks the news of the possibility of going back to their world

Malleus *definitely having a mental breakdown internally* :) do you want me to help with the mirror?

Yuu leaves after saying goodbye

Malleus thinks about the Chapter 6 conversation with Lilia

Malleus:...someone to invite me...there is no one left...

#twisted wonderland #twst #diasomnia chapter spoilers #twst spoilers #Diasomnia #wow I love suffering #kay shouts into the void

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ornii · 1 year

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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 6

Chapter 6: In The Eye of the Storm

Wednesday sits in the center of her dorm room, reciting a dark chant as she holds the necklace her mother gave her. Surrounded by lit candles, she continues with her eyes closed. Sitting in front of her was an Ouija board with "Goody." Wrote on the front.

"In case you're wondering, I don't hold séances very often. I can barely tolerate the living. Why would I want to commune with the dead? But my mother told me Goody is the only one that can train me to control my psychic ability. The sooner I master that, the sooner I crack this case." Wednesday thought, the door opens suddenly and the gust of wind bellows, knocking the candles out, Wednesday thought the seance was successful as a shadowy figure stepped in front of the frame, but much to her disappointment, it was just Enid.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your... Uh, do I even want to know?" She says.

"I was reaching into the black maw of death to contact a relative."

"Feels very on-brand for you. But you should be careful, (Y/n) told me summoning spirits from the after life is like super dangerous."

"(Y/n) severely underestimates me." Wednesday replies coldly.

"I guess, he was pretty serious when he said it after i made him watch Paranormal Activity with me."

"... You forced a blind man to watch a horror movie with you?" Wednesday asked as Enid clarifies.

"Well it was mostly just him holding my hand and me telling him what was happening." Enid explains, she peers over to the Ouija board and sees the name.

"You have a relative named Goody?"

"She was one of the original outcasts. Been attempting to summon her, but she seems to be ignoring my entreaties."

"Oh, you thought about using one of my scented candles? The aroma of steak tartare is to die for." Enid smiles, suddenly, a slip of paper was dashed under their door.

"..Maybe Goody answered you after all." Enid said, and Wednesday approached and read the note in magazine cut out letters. "If you want answers, come to Crackstone crypt at Midnight."

"I doubt she communicates in magazine cutouts." Wednesday said, and she and Enid now make their way to the crypt, Enid being obviously afraid of the darkness and what lies within it. Enid jumps at the howl of an animal.

"You insisted on coming along. I was fine on my own. Seems like our wannabe dееp thrоat is already here." Wednesday and Enid approach the door to the creep, with the hinting smell of death.

"Ew. What died?"

"Smells like childhood. Come on."

"Second thoughts. Why don't I just stay out here? You know, as a lookout." Enid said, which Wednesday ignores and simply heads inside, she slowly creeps around the Crypt, using her flashlight to analyze any possible hint that could have been left by the assailant, but what caught her ear was the odd whisper from behind the tomb.

"Whoever you are, show yourself. Try anything and you'll lose limbs." She says with an ice cold stare, much to her disappointment, (Y/n) and others step out, with a cake.

"Surprise! Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday, dear Wednesday / Happy birthday to you!" They sing, which Wednesday just glares at (Y/n), as thing crawls on his shoulder.

"I should have known you two were behind this. What part of "no party under the penalty of death" do you not understand?" She says as she looks at the cake which was a grim reaper, with a pink balloon.

"I thought my cake design was pretty inspired." Xavier says.

"The pink balloon was my little touch. Why don't you make a wish?" Enid says, Wednesday as per usual ignores their friendly banter and turns to see something written in Latin, etched onto the wall.

"Wait, it's Latin. Fire will rain... when I rise."

"That's not really a wish..." Enid said.

"The first part of that was burned onto Nevermore's lawn. It can't be a coincidence."

"Wait, we're never eating that cake, are we?" Ajax asks, Wednesday slides her hand along the Etched words, and has another vision, this time she's before a gate to a manor. And beyond that gate was Goody.

"Crackstone is coming. Crackstone is coming." She repeats and disappears into the fog, Wednesday is surprised by Goody again, this time next to her.

"Goody. You're the Raven in my bloodline. Wednesday. I was told you could teach me how to control my ability."

"There is no controlling a raging river. You must learn to navigate it without drowning. Time is not on our side. To stop Crackstone, this place you must seek."

"Do you always speak in riddles?"

"Do you always seek simple answers? The path of a Raven is a solitary one. You end up pushing the people you care about away, unable to trust others, only seeing the darkness within them."

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"...It should." goody replies, as Wednesday comes back from her Vision, knowing what could lead down the path.

The Next Morning, Wednesday is doing her homework, when things crawls along her shoulder.

"Careful, that's my cold shoulder." She says.

"Don't blame Thing. The party was me and (Y/n)'s idea. Everyone deserves to be celebrated on their birthday." Enid says approaching.

"I prefer to be vilified."

"What happened? It looked like you were having a seizure."

"I wasn't that lucky.”

"Can I at least get some kudos for pulling one over on you?"

"The subterfuge was impressive." Wednesday admits, her train of thought was crashed by thing dragging something from her bed, she sees the tag and reads it. "May your 16th be as sour and misery-filled as your desire." "Your ever-doting mother and father." They asked Thing to hide it before they left on Parents' Weekend." Enid says and she opens it, much to the horror of Enid. A taxidermy set.

"Ew! That's so gross."

"I would've preferred live squirrels." Wednesday says, she looks over to Enid; who hands her a present.

"While we're still accepting presents" she says smiling, Wednesday opens it to, a, scarf? A rag?"

"Well, do you like it?" Enid asks excited.

"What is it exactly?”

"It's a snood, silly. I made it in your signature colors. And you want to know what the best part is? I have one too! We can wear them together to class!"

"Oh, Enid, this is far too unique to wear to something like class. I suggest we wait for a more special occasion, ...like a funeral." Wednesday said, they continue through their day. (Y/n) was investigating the burning, kneeling down and touching the burned and seared grass.

"Found anything yet?" Wednesday asks behind him, he stands up as she walks up next to him to also investigate the grass.

"I did, more or less, flames are natural no magic or supernatural occurrences. But..."

"But?"

"The ground, where it burned reeked of gasoline. Meaning they had to have set the gasoline down for a while and let it seep into the ground and then burn it. It was planned, premeditation at best... but no Normie could get into Nevermore."

"So You're suspecting one of us?" Wednesday asks.

"No, well i can't rule the possibility out, you've made a few enemies but not enough to kill you. Also i "found" this." He says and hands her a slightly rectangular box, Wednesday cautiously takes the box. She reads the tag, "From (Y/n), Hearts to Wednesday, Broken hearts with many "XO" and "Hugs and Kisses" in pink, which didn't fit well with the pink wrapping paper which read "To my Future Wife."

".. Are you sure this is for me?" Wednesday said.

"Of course! I got Enid to do the wrapping and message. " (Y/n) to Wednesday." Black wrapping paper, Something basic." He says, Wednesday says nothing and unwraps it, and sees a black box. She opens it to a pair of gothic black leather boots.

"Hm, black leather; very utility like." She says, he takes one and opens his palm, he slams it on his palm, and from the Toe roll, a blade ejects from it. Surprising Wednesday.

"Hidden blade, much more convenient then a blade on your wrist like some assassin." He smiles, and Wednesday takes it.

"I can see you put much thought into this gift... Thank you." She says, and he gently nudged her.

"See? You can be nice."

"Me not acting upon the want to strangle you every day Is me being nice." She says, he just laughs and turns back to the burned ground. "Will you be seeing Eugene?" (Y/n) asks.

"Yes, i suppose it's the least I can do."

"Well, after that, since you obviously hate birthdays with people, why don't you and me celebrate? Alone together, maybe some cemetery with black roses, a picnic, maybe read some Edgar Allen Poe, or dig up graves, whatever you're feeling." He says, Wednesday never heard such a better night to spend. It almost made her smirk, but her lip quivers just slightly.

"While that seems Dreadfully Pleasant, i believe you and I know there are more pressing matters at hand then some picnic date. There's a murderer around and I plan on finding out who." She says. (y/n) looks obviously upset, but puts it to the side.

"You're right, sorry about that." He says, he senses Wednesday leave; and he just lets out a sigh of sadness.

"I haven't always been against birthdays. Each one reminds me I'm a year closer to death's cold embrace. What's not to like about that? Besides, my parents always made sure my birthdays were memorable." Wednesday said, remembering a her 10th birthday, where with a piñata, she knocked it open to live spider crawling out, absolutely terrifying the other children.

Wednesday is inside the Hospital checking on Eugene.

"But now parties and presents and games, it... it all feels so trivial. Goody warned me I was destined to be alone, and that I would be sorry for it." she says, someone clears their throat behind her and she turns and rose up to see Dr Kinbott, her therapist.

"Dr. Kinbott." Wednesday said, and she smiles, holding a bouquet of pale roses.

"I haven't seen you since our session with your family, which was... certainly one I won't forget. How are things with them?"

"My mother and I spent some quality time together. Got our hands dirty."

"Gardening?"

"Grave-digging."

"Hmm."

"And I managed to keep my father out of prison. What brings you here?"

"Eugene's moms, I'm working with them. Trauma like this leaves emotional scars on the whole family. They had to head home for a few days, so I promised I'd check in on him."

"I'll leave you to it." Wednesday prepares to leave, but Kinbott asks.

"Who's Goody?" she asks, Wednesday, halting in her tracks turns to face her, "She's a very distant cousin. Very distant."

"Sounds like she doesn't see you for who you really are."

"She sees more than you know. I want to assure you I remain as cold and heartless as the first day we met."

"I doubt a cold, heartless person would be sitting by her friend's bedside feeling guilt for his condition."

"I didn't ask for a free session."

"Consider it my birthday gift." Kinbott replies before Wednesday left. She decided to return to the cafe to sit and read a book on pilgrims, trying to find any information on Crackstone. Her reading was interrupted by a cup being gingerly placed on the table, which read "Happy Birthday" in the foam. Tyler sat across from her:

"I know you're usually a quad kind of girl, but I've been working on that all week."

"Birthday, yes. Happy, never. Is there anyone Thing didn't tell?"

"Well, who do you think delivered the cake? Yeah, I went with the 98% dark chocolate ganache knowing your... preferred color palette. Oh, is that, uh... that Enid's gift?" Tyler asks, seeing the Snood next to Wednesday.

"It's perfect if you're fleeing a war-torn country on foot."

"Come on. Don't you like a day that's all about you?"

"Every day is all about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song."

"So, if I asked you out to a non-birthday, song-free dinner... would that be something you're interested in?" Tyler says smiling, and Wednesday looks at him, a hint of disconnect in her eyes.

"I have a tight deadline. Emphasis on dead."

"Term paper?" Tyler said.

"It's about how whitewashing the sins of our past will come back to kill us all."

"Oh..." he replies, Wednesday slides him a drawing of a gate.

"Have you seen that before? Uh... What's that supposed to be?"

"Never mind."

"Okay, did... did I do something? I just feel like you've kind of been ghosting me. Am I wrong?" he asks, Wednesday never had a response to it, just silence.

"Guess I got my answer." Tyler replies, he stands up to keep working when his father enters.

"That threat burned onto the lawn at school, it's also etched on the wall inside Crackstone's crypt." Wednesday said to him.

"Don't tell me you've been digging up more bodies."

"There's a connection there. I know it."

"I'll put out an APB on the dead pilgrim."

"I figured since you no longer have an old vendetta to obsess over, you're free to solve some real crime."

"Your father and I buried the hatchet. Maybe you should do the same."

"I don't bury hatchets. I sharpen them."

Xavier was within his studio, painting. Wednesday enters.

"I need your help. Don't gloat." She says, Wednesday hands him the photo as well.

"What, do you want some drawing lessons? Your line work's a little shaky. I saw that in a vision."

"Do you recognize it?" She asks, Xavier shows Wednesday a much more well done drawing, amazing.

"When did you draw this?"

"Couple days ago. I started having those dreams again, like before, it was bad one, (Y/n) helped me talk it through."

"Was the monster in them?"

"No, but I could feel it in the shadows. You know, kind of lurking in my mind."

"You know where this is? Yeah. It's the old Gates mansion. I pass it when I go running. Why?" He asks, before an answer could be given, a covered painting drops down, which was of Wednesday during her cello session. Beautifully drawn in black. Wednesday just looks at it, the beauty of it.

"Okay. Listen... After the dance, I just wanted to forget about you, but I couldn't. So I started painting and that's what came out. I can hear you up there playing." Xavier raises his hand to it, and the painting begins moving, playing "Cello Concerto in E minor" by Elgar.

"I can tell how you get lost in the music. I feel like it's the only time I get to see the real you." Xavier said, and Wednesday for a moment was truly mesmerized by it all.

(Y/n) sits down in Weems office, who is less than enthusiastic to see him there.

"Now, Mister Healy. As my job as Headmaster, I must ensure the safety of all Nevermore students, you included within that, especially due to your.. circumstances." She begins.

"Im Blind, Not Handicapped, I can take care of myself, I'm not weak willed."

"Your will seems to deteriorate when it comes to Miss Addams." weems responds coldly, (Y/n)'a attitude softens up a bit. Weems sighs and leans in a bit.

"I understand your.. Feelings towards her, Remember i was your age at a time. I knew how hormones and emotions can drive us to do, foolish things. But I'm telling you, sometimes it's best to stay away from someone. As the term goes "Let sleeping dogs lie." Mister Healy, for you own good." Weems says, and (Y/n) scoffed.

"The last time I checked my mom wasn't a shape shifter, you may be the principal but you cannot control who i can or cannot see. I'll keep seeing Miss Addams as much as i want."

"You mean as much as She wants. You mean, she can just as easily toss you to the wayside as quickly as you entered her existence.” Weems replies, but she shrugs.

"I suppose puppy love cannot he avoided.

"I am not in love with her!" (Y/n) retorts, getting annoyed.

"Your emotional outburst says otherwise. Let me tell something, why I brought you to this. The Mayor was hit in a hit and run an hour ago, and Miss Addams was in the back of his vehicle when the incident happened. She's fine, someone getting hit by a car? Was probably on her Bucket list. Wednesday is a Black cat, dragging misery and despair at her wake. Just try not to get caught up in it." Weems says, "You're dismissed.", (Y/n) was actually at a loss of words, he stood up and left. He steps out of her office and turns to the window and can just barely sense via the reflecting sound waves, the window which stood before Wednesday and Enids dorm.

"(Y/n)" a voice says which scares him, he turns around to Wednesday.

"Jumpy?" She asks, he tries to laugh it off.

"Something like that Heh.. so, what have you been up to?" He asks.

"Scratching off my bucket list." She said, there was an awkward silence until Wednesday said something, off.

"Your offer, I've.. reconsidered it." She says a bit reluctantly and (Y/n) smiles.

"Great, so, lovely cemetery? 8? He asks. Wednesday keeps her stare at his smile, almost as if she's transfixed on it. "But, you can't go off of school grounds, can you?" He adds in, a bit disappointed.

"I have that covered." She says. After Wednesday was brought back, she decided to reconsider Tyler's plans as well, and Enids. She enters her dorm room and immediately begins.

"I've been thinking about my less-than-enthusiastic response to your surprise soirée. And I must admit, I regret not showing my gratitude towards you more appropriately."

"You really mean it?"

"Take the win, Enid. If only there were a way for us to get off campus and have a little birthday redo. Just two best friends. Too bad the school is on lockdown. Would you look at that full moon..."

"Oh, how about I say I'm about to wolf out and get a pass to the lupin cages? And say you volunteered to lock me in!"

"My deviousness has finally rubbed off on you. Good."

"Oh, we should wear our snoods!"

"Oh, I... I believe I left mine at fencing."

"Actually, you left yours at the Weathervane. Luckily, Bianca brought it back." Enid hands Wednesday her Snood, much to the disgust of Wednesday.

"Like a monkey's paw." She says.

Night Falls and (Y/n) sneaks out of his room and outside Nevermore. Taking a few cautious steps, he stops abruptly, as he senses something next to him. He turns left to a red car.

"Can I.. help you?" He says, and Tyler awkwardly laughs.

"Sorry I was, waiting for Wednesday."

"... Why?"

"Let's go." Tyler and (Y/n) jump as Wednesday appears in the passenger.

"Uh... Uh... Hi. Nice to see you too." He says, Enid then arrives, getting in the car.

"Wait, he's our Uber driver?"

"Uber driver? I thought we were going on a date."

"Date?" (Y/n) Said, obviously shocked.

"I thought this was a girls' night out." Enid says to Wednesday who stares forward.

"There's been a change of plans."

"What's up with the weird matching hoodie scarf things?"

"Don't ask. Just drive. Get in." Wednesday says to (Y/n), as he soon begins to realize he's been duped, but if Enid is going he is too. He gets in the back seat with Enid, absolutely fuming. They drive to the Gates Manor, and Stand before the gate.

"Seriously, you wanna go in there? This place is creepy AF." Enid says, obviously not up for this

"I know." Wednesday said.

"So you lied to me about the date..." (Y/n)'s voice wasn't the suave heroic or the gentle sweetheart, it was angry, betrayed, sad.

"I didn't want to celebrate my birthday by going to dinner or a surprise party. I want to do this."

"Then you shoulda just said so. You didn't have to trick us." Tyler says, and Wednesday turns to him.

"If you want to go, you can. I'm going to go check out the garage." She unlocks the gate and enters, Enid follows and (Y/n) does, silently. They reach the front of the old manor and left to the garage doors which don't open.

"Let me try." Tyler says, he attempts were futile as well, (Y/n) walks up. "Move." He says, Tyler steps back and (Y/n) grips the handle of the door and yanks, somehow with absolutely monstrous strength he tears the garage door off its hinges and drops it on the ground with a loud boom. He turns to Wednesday.

"Let's get this over with." He said and they entered the building. It was dim with blood red lights inside, but what was most shocking, was a blue Cadillac inside.

"This hit the mayor." Wednesday said.

"Okay. This just took a dark turn. We need to call Tyler's dad right freaking now." Enid says, growing in worry.

"Why? So he can take me back to Nevermore and get me expelled? It's not gonna happen." Wednesday continues forward and they reluctantly follow.

"This is the night I'm gonna die." Tyler says sadly,

Enid was whimpering quietly, (Y/n) felt her grasp his arm tingly and he keeps her close. They enter the living room and to the main part of the home, before a fire place in as a painting.

"Here they are. The Gates family. They scrub up well for psychopaths. There's Garrett, his outcast-hating father, Ansel, and you must be Laurel. They're all long gone. So the question is, why did Goody lead me here?"

"Seen enough?" Tyler asked, and Wednesday continues to look, noticing that two engravings in slight pillars on the wall don't seem the same, she presses against one and it moves, the sound of interlocking mechanisms echo in the house and the painting comes don't into a latch, revealing a mural to Crackstone.

"Who doesn't have a spooky built-in altar in their family library?" Tyler said looking at it with the flashlight.

"Ours is in the living room. More seating for year-long Dia de los Muertos." Wednesday says, Enid whimpers harder and squeezes (Y/n) like a stuffed teddy bear, Wednesday turns around and sees them, a hint of, anger washes over her and she turns back to investigate and notes burned candles, and the warmth from their put out stems.

"They're still warm. (Y/n), Tyler, you two check the rest of the ground floor. Enid and I will search upstairs."

"We will?" enid says looking at Wednesday, she desperately looks at (Y/n).

"It'll be fine, just do what she says so we can leave, if you get scared I'll be Downstairs for you." He says, she hugs him tightly and lets go. Enid and Wednesday head upstairs and (Y/n) walks off.

"Uh.. don't you want a flashlight?" Tyler asks, "What for?" He asks, "You know so you can see beeee.. tter..." Tyler said as his voice began to drone on as he realizes his mistakes.

"No... I don't think I'll need a flashlight”, he snaps back and heads to the Kitchen. Upstairs, Wednesday and Enid reach a splitting hallway.

"All right, you go left, I go right." Wednesday said.

"You seriously want to split up? In here? That is literally how every best friend dies in a horror movie."

"The faster we search, the sooner you can leave." Wednesday said, before Enid walked off.

"Why am I even here? I know what my mom would say. "Enid, you're a doormat." "You're too needy." "Show some teeth. Nobody likes a desperate little furball." Shut up, Mom. Get out of my head!" Enid yells, downstairs under her, (Y/n) is looking though the cabinets. Empty, he turns on the water and sees it runs.

"Hm..." he says, he kneels down past the sink and opens it to reveal basic boxes of things but a matchbox. He picks it up and sniffs it. "red phosphorus and antimony sulfide.." he said. Feels.. burned, someone used it.. Wednesday was right someone was down here.. Shit. Tyler cmere.." he said and there's silence.. "Tyler? Tyler!" He yells and hears growling, something dripping on the floor. He enters the living room and tries to sense the origin of the sound and looks, horrified.

"Oh... Shit."

Upstairs Wednesday and Enid begin to head downstairs before the shadow of the monster was downstairs.

"Enid! Wednesday! Run!" (Y/n) yells, they bolt back up as the monster comes upstairs.

"The dumbwaiter. Go!" Wednesday and Enid hide inside and shut it tight. It was silence before it scratched the metal plate, scaring both girls.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!" Enid looks terrified, the monster slowly creeps closer to the dumbwaiter, before (Y/n) comes and leaps on his back, using his cane to strangle it.

"GO RUN! GET ENID OUT OF HERE!" He yells, the beast screams and tries to grab him, he backs (Y/n) into a wall, slamming him and forcing the dumb waiters rope to snap. and drop the girls down the chute, they crash into the badement and they hear fighting. (Y/n) ducks and rolls from the beast, he grabs dust with his hand and clenches it.

"Go dtuga Belenus Tóirse d'anam!" He yells, he blows the dust which somehow turn into flames!

"May Belenus Tourch your soul!"

The flames hit the beast and makes it spiral out of control. Enid and Wednesday rush around. They reach an exit and Wednesday actually looks around, and sees it's hard fill of severed limbs.

"What are you doing?!" Enid yells.

"These are the body parts from the monster's victims." Wednesday said, they hear something being slammed hard against the wall, monster crawls down the stairs and Wednesday luckily escapes out a window with Enid who storms off.

"You okay?"

"Since when do you care?" She says and walks back.

"Where are you going?" Wednesday said.

"(Y/n)! He's still in there." They step back to the front and see a trail of blood, they follow it to see (Y/n) leaning against a tree, a deep wound in his side. Tyler Is there with a small burn on his arm. Wednesday quickly rushes to his side.

"You're hurt." She says and for a moment, a look of guilt washes over (Y/n) who's being helped by Tyler up. A rag was offered, suddenly by Xavier who, conveniently was there.

"Where'd you come from?"

"Here. Take this." he says and pushes the warm rag into (Y/n)'a back who has muffled yells of pain. Enid looks like she's about to cry. And Wednesday realizes that this is all her fault, blue and red lights flash in the distance. The police arrive, seemingly from an anonymous tip. But when they enter the garage or basement, it's all gone. Everything is, like it never even existed.

...

"You directly violated my explicit order and left campus during a lockdown. Not to mention putting your peers and yourself in danger." Weems stands before Wednesday, who can only watch as Weems fumes. (Y/n), Tyler and Enid almost murdered; breaking and entering. All of this from Wednesday herself.

"Which is grounds for expulsion. I know. And you have every right to exercise that option. I do believe it would be a grave error on your part."

"I think contrition might be in order right now, Miss Addams. Not hubris."

"I'll never apologize for trying to uncover a truth." Wednesday shows a competed photo, of a pilgrim and woman seemingly facing off.

"What is this?" Weems asks.

"It's a warning from Rowan. Is this why he tried to kill you?"

"His mother drew it before she died. Said I was destined to destroy the school. But I think I'm meant to save it. Now you know what's at stake. Everything you vowed to protect, no less. I think I deserve another chance...Please." Wednesday asks, and as angry as weems is, this seems. Truthful.

"One more infraction... One more step out of line and you will be expelled. No ifs, no buts."

"(Y/n), Enid and Xavier are spared as well—"

"And no more negotiation! Good night." Weems leaves, and Wednesday returns back to her dorm, (Y/n) winces in pain as Enid sighs.

"Sorry! Sorry!" She says and cleans the claw mark on his back.

"It's fine, I'm okay.. I just need some sleep." He says laughing a bit, trying to convince Enid he's okay, but the pain his killing him. Wednesday walks over, arms folded.

"Are you alight?" Wednesday asked, and (Y/n) just shook his head.

"Dont act like you care." He responds coldly.

"You're being dramatic—"

"Just, Shut up!" He yells; he stands up, limping a bit, Enid tries to help him but he shakes his head. He walks over to Enid, boiling with rage.

"First, you lie about wanting to go on a date with me, you then drag me and Enid to some haunted murder house to fuel your own investigation! I told you our deal and you broke it! You could have gotten Enid killed!"

"Deal?" Enid asks, and (Y/n) scoffs.

"Yeah, the deal was that as long as she never put you in this investigation I'd help her, but you broke it! You dragged us to that place with that monster! Something could have happened to Enid! To you.. I wouldn't forgive myself if you got hurt, but you wouldn't say the same for me."

"(Y/n)—" Wednesday began but he cuts her off again.

"No! You don't give a shit about anyone but yourself! You'll lie, manipulate and use anyone to get what you want. All the time we spent together, the times you helped me, did you actually care about me or was that just to manipulate me into helping you?" He said, Wednesday, could only be silent, he scoffs again and limps to the door.

"Guess I got my answer, glad to know how you really feel about me now... now, I refuse to be some pawn in your game." He leaves; slamming the door as Wednesday watches, Enid gets up and begins to pack.

"Where are you going?"

"Yoko's room. Thornhill said I could crash there for a few nights."

"There's no need. I spoke with Weems. You, (Y/n) and Xavier won't be punished."

"Am I supposed to thank you?"

"I already apologized. It's over."

"Over? Tonight was the icing on the birthday cake you couldn't even be bothered to cut. You'll use anyone to get what you want, even if it means putting them in danger. We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession!"

"But we didn't. And now I'm one step closer to solving this case. That is what is important."

"I've tried really, really, really hard to be your friend. Always put myself out there. Thought of your feelings. Told people, "I know she gives off serial killer vibes, but she's just shy."

"I never asked you to do that—"

"You didn't have to because that's what friends do! They don't have to be asked. The fact that you don't know that says everything. You want to be alone, Wednesday? Be alone!" Enid, rightfully angry leaves with a bag. Wednesday is alone, Goody accurately predicting what happened. Wednesday sits against the window, contemplating wether what she did was truly right.

"Goody warned I was destined to be push everyone away, to be alone. Maybe it's inevitable. But for the first time in my life, it doesn't feel good. There's also something else. A gnawing feeling. That death is close at hand. Watching me. But I won't be intimidated. And I will never give up. That house. That family. Crackstone. The monster. Somehow me. We all seem to be connected like a spider's web. And when Mayor Walker got too close to the truth, he was silenced. But I won't be. So whoever's watching me, know this. I will find you.

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Love's Dark Afflictions

Warnings: Romance, a bit of blood, mention of grief, mention of murder, canon divergence

Preface: You already know this story, so I’ll make it easy on you and summarize. The first paragraph summarizes parts 1 through 3 and most of part 4 from The Ghost In My Heart and details small changes of events. Then it picks back up, but things feel a little different than before.

You were fairly new to New Orleans when you got an invitation to a party at Gracey Manor. The party went swimmingly, even getting a second invitation by Master William Gracey for a picnic, but it wasn’t meant to be, since you had to go on a 3 week trip out of state. When you returned, William Gracey informed you that Eleanor Gracey had fallen ill with yellow fever and died before you had gotten back, making your return a sour one. 3 months later you hear from other socialites that William Gracey hasn’t been seen since Eleanor died so you go to check on him and he is a mess so you take pity on him and take care of him. You do this for a month until you get impatient and start researching ways to communicate with the dead. You find just the right books that tell you it’s possible through seances, of course you are going to need a medium. So you used your status to find one. Her name was Madame Leota, and she came at a very high price, but you haggled it down to $3. In the first seance, the ghost chose to speak through Madame Leota, but it wasn’t Eleanor, so you had to try again the next night, and you kept trying each midnight. Eventually you get impatient yet again, but this time for good reason, after so many seances costing you more and more each night, you could no longer afford to keep up your chateau so William offered you a room in the Mansion to stay in. So this time, instead of looking in books, you go into the heart of New Orleans looking for more ways to summon her. You found your way into backrooms, cellars, dark alleyways, and even some sideshow tents. You heard about so many different ways of contacting the dead, but one that stuck out to you the most was a sort of occult ritual that required blood sacrifice. You were curious about it and became fascinated by it, but never acted on your interest. You never told William or Madame Leota of your fascination with it because you knew they wouldn’t approve, of course who would. You kept your fascination a secret and your thoughts silent.

Finally, the day had come, the first year anniversary of it all. This time, you felt something needed to be different. Something had to change, so you take matters into your own hands. You remembered something about the cult ritual you witnessed a few months ago. You saw them using animal blood and bones, this gave you an idea. So you go out hunting in the morning with a few servants and down a few small games, saying it was for the kitchen to prepare for dinner that night in celebration of the anniversary. When they were picking them clean of meat, you told them to keep some of the bones for broth. When they had finished, you snuck into the kitchen and took a handful of small, unbroken, clean, and dry bones, just as the ritual specified. Then you let some of the game's blood from the chopping block drip onto a handkerchief. You wrap the bones in the handkerchief and bind it with twine and hide it in your waist coat before anyone can see and sneak back out.

Before you knew it was time for the seance again, though this time you were a little more confident in summoning Eleanor. "In a merry mood today, y/n?" Madame Leota asks at the smirk on your face when you sit in your usual place in the seance room, but with a smile on your face. "Well, of course, it's the 1st anniversary, a thing to celebrate, is it not?" You say. "I suppose it is." She says, smiling. She clears her throat and begins as usual. “Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they’re at.” Madame Leota says, and the seance begins. the crystal ball glows and levitates. You feel like someone or something is trying to say something to you, but it all just comes out in jumbled hushed whispers. “Anything yet?” William asks Madame Leota. “No, nothing.” she says, concentrating. “I hear something. It sounds like they’re trying but can’t quite find the words?” You say tilting your head. “Hmm. They chose you? That’s odd. Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint by ringing a bell!” Madame Leota gestures to a brass bell on the table, but again, nothing happens. “Wrap on a table. It's time to respond! Send us a message from somewhere beyond!” shouted Madame Leota, slamming her hand down on the table. And finally you saw him. Only his head showed through the crystal ball. His face burned into your memory. His wicked grin and his crazed eyes. His eyes darted over to you and noticed the entranced look on your face. “You.” he says and tilts his head down at you. Suddenly, you felt his soul, his aura, his overpowering madness, and insatiable bloodlust overwhelmed you. The darkness you thought you had silenced reawakened in you. Your face blushed a vibrant red hue. “Y/n? What is it? What’s happening.” William asked concerned. You were speechless. It felt like he had taken the air right out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe. The head grinned from ear to ear at your reaction, and then suddenly you saw all his murders flash by your eyes in an instant, and you saw them as if looking through his eyes. You felt his fiendish glee as blood sprinkled his face like beautiful crimson freckles. He never so much as blinked away from the gruesome display. You felt your heart skip a beat, and it scared you more than what you had just witnessed. Then his head vanished from the ball, and you frantically looked around the room. You peek behind your chair to find him standing there, hunched over with a cane in one hand and a glowing hatbox in the other. His head, now inside the hatbox, illuminates the corner of the room in a bright yellow light. “Boo!” he says and chuckles at you when you jump. “No no no! Shut it down! Shut it down!” You practically scream to Madame Leota. While keeping eye contact with the hatbox ghost. He takes a menacing step towards you, scraping his other foot across the floor. “You can’t banish me, foolish mortal.” he cackles out. Madame Leota lights the sage and waves it around the space to get him to leave, but he stands unwavering. “Aww, that won’t hurt me. You know better than that.” he scoffs and continues towards you. William grabs the bell and starts ringing in the direction where you’re looking. “Ugh! Such noise!” The ghost says and dematerializes. You turned around to see if the crystal ball had stopped glowing, and it did. So you slump back down in your chair, knowing the portal had closed.

Your heart racing in your chest, you pant, gripping the arms of the chair to stop yourself from quaking. “Is everyone alright?” you pant out. “Yes.” Madame Leota says calming down. “Yes, but are you alright?” William says concerned. “For now. Though, we need to banish that ghost back to the region beyond. I don’t know who or what that ghost is, but it’s evil and maddening.” You say darkly. His face flashes in your memory, it’s all you see behind your eyelids when you so much as blink, it makes your heart skip even though you try to suppress it. “I’ll see what I can do to find a banishment.” Madame Leota says opening her book, William still looks concerned at you but says nothing. “I’m going to go for a gin.” You say trying desperately to stand while your legs quake against your will. “Would you like to borrow my cane?” Madame Leota says, seeing you struggle. “Yes, thank you.” You say, accepting her cane and then hobble up the stairs to the living room.

You call a servant for a gin and sit down on a sofa. You sigh and put your elbows on your knees to cradle your head. You close your eyes only for a moment and see his face again. “Your gin?” the servant says, making your heart leap out of your chest, and you fall back onto the sofa. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you.” the servant says. “No, no, it's alright.” You say, taking the gin and downing half of it. “Rough night?” the servant says observing you. “Extremely.” You say running your hand down your face. “Penny for your thoughts?” the servant asks, looking down at your trembling figure. “Not a chance. Not tonight.” You say downing the rest of the gin. “Oh not even the slightest detail?” the servant says, but the voice isn’t the one you heard before. It was his. Your eyes go wide, and you look up at the servant. Their nose is bleeding, and their eyes have dark circles under them. “You!” You shoot up and grab the servant by the collar. “I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-” the servant pleads. You drag the servant by the collar to the seance room. “Y/n?! What in the world are you doing?!” William says, and Madame Leota looks up from her book and gasps. “He’s using this servant as a puppet!” You say to them confidently. William and Madame Leota look at you puzzled. “Look they have blood-” and as you look over, the servant looks right as rain, just as they appeared before. Your face falls. “But they were just - Their nose was bleeding, and their eyes-” you say, studying the servant's face. “Dear… maybe you should get some rest.” Madame Leota suggests gently as to not stir you. “No please, you must believe me.” You plead, looking back at them. “William?” You look at William. He opens his mouth, then closes it and takes a moment to think and dismay dawns on his face. “Maybe you do need some rest. After the events of the night.” He looks up at you while hanging his head. You look back at the servant, who is still fearfully looking at you. You retract your hand from their collar, and it trembles terribly as you do so, so you cover it with your other hand to stop it from shaking so much. You look skittishly back at them now, questioning your own sanity in the matter. William tries to say something and reach out to you, but you run out of the seance room to your guest bedroom.

You run in and shut the door, leaning on it as soon as you shut it. You cover your face, and tears burn your eyes. You crumple in on yourself and slide down the door until you sit on the floor. Why did you have to go and ruin things like this? You knew you summoned the hatbox ghost. It was all your fault. What were you thinking? Mucking about with cult ritual practices. Now Madame Leota and William think you've gone insane. They'll never trust you again. You sit there in choked sobs with your thoughts, poisoning your mind for a while until a soft knock is heard on the door. “Yes?” You choke out. “Hello, I know you may not want to hear from me right now, but Master Gracey sent another gin to you.” it was the servant from earlier that you had hallucinated to be the hatbox ghost. You stand up, wiping your tears and open the door to see the servant. “Don’t shoot the messenger.” The servant puts their hand up in surrender. You walk over and sit down on a bench at your vanity, motioning for the servant to come in. “Ah, I’m glad to see we’re on good terms then.” they say cheerfully.

They walk in and set your gin down on the vanity, and you immediately pick it up and down it all. “Is there anything else you’ll be needing tonight?” the servant says, but this time again it’s him. You whip your head up at the servant to see their nose bleeding again, and the dark circles had returned to under their eyes. “Demon! Leave before I demolish you, you wretched fiend.” You say through gritted teeth and stand up slowly. “Oh, what a tease with such threats. They do not match your pristine looks, so I doubt they’re anything but empty.” He taunts through the servant’s mouth and throws a gesture in the air, and the door to your room closes quietly. You grab the servant by the shoulder and throw them against the wall. “Ah, now that’s surprising. Not so empty after all. But do remember the precious servant’s body. I'm only borrowing it after all.” He says, trying to remind you that you can’t hurt him while he uses the servant. “Then let him go. I want to see your face.” You said sternly, still gripping the servant’s shoulder against the wall. The ghost laughs, “Alright, if you insist.” “NO. Not here, out in the hall.” You demand pointing at the door. The ghost scoffs and walks the servant out and closes the door.

A moment passes, and you hear the servant walk away. “There, never say I didn’t help your reputation.” He says from somewhere in the room. “Materialize. I demand it.” you say. “Already done, my dear.” he says right behind you. You spin around and again pin him against the wall. “Ugh with this again?” He says frustrated. “Who are you, and why are you here?” you demand. “Well, I’m Alistair Crump, and you and your medium friend summoned me, obviously. I doubt if the tragic and pathetic looking man had anything to do with it.” he says smugly. “No, why have you come to haunt me. Alistair.” You say more directly, using his name now to make a point. The ghost splits a smile at this. “By the rosieness of your cheeks, I would say you know.” he says, raising a brow. You blush even more under his gaze. “Nevermind that.” You say and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’m here to see why you took such an interest in me.” he said, finally answering the question. “Who says I took interest in you?” You say, and the ghost scoffs and gestures to your current position. You step back and fold your arms. “Is that truly why you’re here? To torment me?” you say, glaring at him. “I saw something in you when we connected-” He reaches out to you, but you grab his wrist midair. “May I?” he says, raising a brow. And you look at his hand then at his face. He doesn’t seem to have a weapon either, so you release his wrist cautiously. “Thank you.” he says and slowly, gently cups your cheek, and your heart pounds out of your chest, making him giggle at your reddening face. “I saw it in you.” he says, studying your features. “Saw what?” you ask suspiciously. “That darkness. The bloodlust. And moreover, a morbid curiosity.” He says, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. You let him stay there even though you’re incredibly vulnerable. “I never thought another could feel the way I do.” He hums and lets his hand fall away from your face. You miss his touch but only for a moment when you remember who he is and what he’s done.

“I… I don’t want to feel this way. It’s… wrong.” You say, and he lets out a giggle. “Wrong?” He questions. “You killed dozens of innocent people, Alistair!” You confront him. “Yes, but you know how it felt. I felt your pretty little heart racing in your chest when I showed you my sins. You enjoyed it, and you weren’t even the one committing them!” he retorts, leaving you flustered. “You crave it now, I just know it.” He says. “No, I don’t!” You demand and take a step towards him, and he takes a step back. “I know you do! I can feel it in you!” He says. “You’re evil!” You say, and take another step, and he takes another step back. “Maybe, but I know you can be so much worse than I ever was!” He says, hitting his back against the wall unexpectedly. “I am not a murderer!” you say and punch the wall near an inch away from his head, leaving a sizable hole in it. The ghost bursts out laughing in your face. You pull your fist out of the wall and look at your bloodied knuckles in horror at what you’d just done. You take a stumble taking a step back, still staring at your fist in terror. Alistair steps up to you, not even the slightest bit afraid. He puts his hand under your fist and unravels your fingers in his palm. He brushes the debris off your bloody knuckles and brings it up to his lips, and gently kisses the back of your hand. You feel yourself melt into his touch and choose not to resist your feelings. “You caused such beautiful destruction, my dear. It’s quite the step in the right direction.” He says, holding your hand in his. You drop to your knees, still keeping your hand in his. So in love with this corpse of a man and so overwhelmed with emotion, you felt your internal battle shift for the worst.

“What darker side of me does this reveal? “What will become of me?” You say, now shaking and beginning to cry again. “Oh dear, don’t cry.” He says, taking his other hand and picking up your chin to look up at him. “Don’t you see? This is merely the dawn of you. You can do so much more than just this.” He says, gesturing to the wall. He notices how tired you look and how your eyes are dilated and red from all your crying. “But for now, I know mortals need their beauty rest, so I suggest you get some sleep before you look as ghoulish as some of your ghostly residents.” He says, helping you up. He guides you over to your bed and pulls up the covers for you. You climb in, and Alistair dims the lights in the room, your eyes already half lidded. “Now sleep tight.” he says and dematerializes. You let your exhausted body finally relax, and sleep comes easy to you.

Chapter 2

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