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apileofmoss · 5 months
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could i request c!bee for the trick or treat thing? :0
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napping :]
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itsrheasgirl · 6 months
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It’s already at 3000 words! Halloween/Scary fics are my new hidden talent. Who knew.
Vampire!Rhea #2 is also almost 2000 words in.
So excited for these requests ready for you this Spoopy Season.
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jokeringcutio · 6 months
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Halloween requests!!! I've been vibing for pumpkin season since September 1st, so this is fantastic! I can't wait to see what Halloween horrors abound here 😍
Hook (Peter Pan 2003) x female reader
Smut: No preference, so whatever strikes your fancy
Reader is at a Halloween party and somehow ends up in Neverland? Bonus if Hook has something to say about her pirate costume (author's choice if it's in the style of big boxstore tacky, sexy, 'authentic', or what have you 🙃)
If you aren't up for the request, it's all good!
Captain James Hook (imagine Jason Isaac’s Hook) x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Halloween Party, Pirates, Kiss. AN: Hope you enjoy! I am open for Reader insert requests, come at me ya'll.
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Halloween Pirate
The night was alive with the laughter and chatter of guests, their costumes creating a colorful sea through which you had to find your way. The Halloween party was in full swing, held within a grand ballroom adorned with cobwebs and flickering candles, casting eerie shadows upon those who danced beneath the crystal chandelier. Macabre decorations of skeletons and bats hung from the walls, pumpkins were found in each corner.
It was a party you couldn’t just attend without an invitation. And a costume. Those who weren’t dressed for the occasion were bluntly sent home. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in your own pirate costume. It was an ode to days long past, with loving attention paid to every detail, ensuring authenticity and capturing the spirit of a swashbuckling adventurer. From your tricorn hat adorned with golden trimmings to the billowing white shirt peeking out from underneath a deep red waistcoat, it was clear that no expense had been spared in the making of the ensemble. Your black pants hugged your hips, tucked into tall leather boots that comfortably encased your feet, perfect for dancing. Or dueling.
"Ahoy, matey!" a friend called out to you, raising their plastic lightsaber in salute. You grinned and returned the gesture, allowing yourself to be swept up in the lively atmosphere.
A fellow pirate approached you, clearly impressed by your attire. "You've really outdone yourself this time," they said admiringly, eyeing the gleaming cutlass hanging at your side.
"Thank you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and genuine appreciation. "I wanted to make sure it was as authentic as possible."
As you exchanged pleasantries with other party-goers, you couldn't help but feel a certain thrill – a sense that tonight would be one to remember.
You danced a bit with your friends and laughed a lot. But after a while, you felt your mouth turn dry and looked around for the tables with food and drinks on them. Of course, the drink you had set your eyes on was gone. An empty spot glaring at you. There was more in the kitchen, one of the waitresses told you, and so you decided to venture into the kitchen for a drink.
You made your way through the crowd, which was quite the challenge, to find yourself in front of a closed door that should lead to the kitchen. Here you had seen the waiters pass through all evening with fresh snacks and drinks.
But the wooden door was closed.
Weird, you thought. The door wasn’t very big either, smaller than you had thought it had been. Hadn’t there been double doors here? You must have remembered it incorrectly.
Pushing it open with a sense of adventure, you stepped into an opulent chamber that seemed worlds away from the raucous celebrations outside.
"Wow," you breathed, your voice barely audible as you took in the lavish surroundings. The walls were draped in rich tapestries depicting exotic lands and mythical creatures, while the floor was adorned with plush velvet cushions and ornate rugs. An enormous chandelier cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating a magnificent table laden with delectable treats and goblets of sparkling wine.
"Where in the world am I?" you wondered aloud, feeling as if you had somehow been transported to a realm of enchantment and luxury.
As you wandered deeper into the room, your fingers trailing over the smooth marble of a nearby statue, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strangely familiar about this place, as if you had stumbled upon a forgotten corner of your own imagination.
A large map spread across one of the walls. Curious, you approached it.
Only to realize that this wasn’t a world map. Not the one you were used to, anyway.
There was no Africa, no United States, no Europe. This was no ordinary map. Perhaps something of a fandom, you mused. Perhaps this was part of a storybook or a movie? It depicted a world unlike any you had ever seen before, a place where mermaids swam in crystal clear lagoons and pirates' coves lay hidden among rocky shores.
Absentmindedly, you traced your finger along the coastline of the fantastical island full of detail, more than you would have expected from a fantasy map. The word "Neverland" was emblazoned across the parchment in bold, swirling letters, and your heart skipped a beat as childhood memories of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys came flooding back to you.
"Neverland," you giggled softly, shaking your head. Of course, you knew about that fictional world.
"Ah, so you have heard of our little slice of paradise, haven’t you?" A husky, low voice came from behind you, catching you by surprise. The huskiness sent shivers down your spine. There was something raw about that voice, something that made a warmth spark in the pit of your stomach. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with none other than a man dressed as Captain Hook himself. He didn’t seem familiar, not anyone you’d ever met before. But he looked amazingly in character.
His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul, while his long black hair fell in seductive ringlets around his chiseled, stubble-lined jaw. He was dressed in the finest velvet, his tall hat adorned with soft white feathers that quivered with every movement. A silver hook gleamed menacingly from the stump of his right hand, a testament to both his ruthlessness and cunning.
"Captain Hook," you breathed, entranced by the vision before you. It was as if the infamous pirate captain had leaped straight from the pages of your favorite childhood storybook, brought to life in all his dark and twisted glory. This man’s costume was superb.
"Indeed," he replied with a wicked grin, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "So you have heard of me?” A pleased hum escaped his lips. “No wonder, since you are here.” He clicked his tongue, brushing the tip past his lips in a pensive gesture while he studied you for a moment.
“And who might you be, my dear? I don’t remember having seen you on my ship before."
You laughed, thinking the man made a funny in-character remark. The room did look like a luxurious cabin on a ship, you thought. And the man himself, he looked astonishingly like the real deal. Or well, like how you had imagined the captain would look like if he had been real. A perfect Halloween outfit, you thought.
“A fellow pirate?” He asked.
"Something like that," you replied coyly, your pulse quickening as his intense gaze roamed over your pirate costume. There was something undeniably alluring about this man.
"Your ensemble is quite remarkable," Hook complimented, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "One of the finest I've seen in some time."
"Thank you, Captain," you replied with a playful curtsy, enjoying the way his eyes remained fixed on you with a subtle undercurrent of attraction. "I do my best."
"Clearly," he murmured, stepping closer until the scent of leather and sea salt filled your nostrils. His presence was intoxicating, filling you with a heady mixture of excitement and danger, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. "Now tell me, lass—where exactly do you hail from?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" you teased, meeting his intense stare with a mischievous glint in your eye. The game had begun, and you were more than eager to play along.
"Indeed, I would," Hook replied, his tone growing rougher as he sensed your willingness to engage in this dance of wits. "Perhaps I could persuade you to share your secrets, hm?"
"Perhaps," you mused, your heart pounding in your chest at his nearness. "But I think I'd rather keep you guessing for now."
For a moment, the man’s features darkened. As if he was frustrated by your response. Then his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Very well," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "But remember, a captain always needs to stay informed. About anything,” here he paused and his blue eyes slid down your frame once more, “and everything,” he then added.
"Of course," you whispered, your breath hitching as you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest. Was he implying what you thought he was? Surely not. But then again, his eyes roamed your body and had darkened.
And then, before you could think about it any further, his left hand brushed past yours, and fingers tangled with yours, pulling you along gently but firmly. You followed, trying not to stumble at the sudden movement.
The tension in the air was palpable as Captain Hook led you away from the strange map and into a dimly lit, quiet nook. The atmosphere seemed to shift. You felt your breath hitch as Hook pressed you against the wall, his body effectively trapping yours.
“And right now,” the man whispered in your ear, breath tickling your skin, “I have stumbled upon a stranger dressed in such fine clothes, it makes me suspicious. Can she be a spy?”
Your eyes grew wide, feeling how you were still trapped between his upper body and the wall. The slight pressure was enough to keep you in place and at the same time, the friction created was making your nipples peak. “No, not a spy,” you quickly said, frowning. “I was looking for the kitchen. I never intended to end up…” Here you hesitated and tried to look around the man. Was this an expensive-looking office? Where exactly had you ended up?
"Be a mysterious, lass," he murmured, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. His gaze roamed over your outfit once more, this time lingering on the intricate details that made your pirate attire so authentic. "I must admit, I find myself quite taken with you."
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. As Hook's hand began to explore your body, tracing the curves and edges of your clothing, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. His touch was firm yet gentle, and the contrast between his warm fingers and the cool metal of his hook sent an electric current through your veins.
"Tell me," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "If I were to take off these fine garments of yours, would I find you just as enchanting beneath them?"
His words hung heavy in the air, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. Was this man serious? Then again, why didn’t you even try so much as to stop him? How come you enjoyed this? He was a stranger!
Hook had always been a figure of mystery and danger in your mind, but never before had you imagined yourself in such an intimate situation with him. And yet, here you were.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" you managed to tease, your voice barely above a whisper. It was a risky game you were playing, but one you couldn't resist.
"Indeed, I would," he growled, his grip tightening on your waist. The pressure of his fingers and the sharp edge of his hook served as a reminder of his dominant nature, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what he might do next.
"Perhaps," you continued, your heart racing in your chest. "But you'll have to earn that privilege, Captain."
Hook's eyes darkened with desire, and you knew you'd successfully stoked the flames of his curiosity. Whether that was a wise decision or not, only time would tell. But for now, you were both caught up in the dangerous dance of attraction, unable to break away from the magnetic pull that kept drawing you closer together.
"Very well," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Tell me a story.”
His request surprised you, his voice low and inviting. A story? About what?
"Alright," you agreed, laughing softly. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a girl who found herself at a Halloween party, dressed as a pirate..."
You began to spin a tale that danced between fantasy and reality, weaving together your own experiences with elements from stories you'd grown up with. As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice how intensely Hook was listening to you. His gaze never wavered, and you felt as if he was seeing straight through to your soul.
Feeling bolder, you reached out and let your fingers trace the intricate embroidery of his velvet coat, finding it surprisingly soft beneath your touch. Not the fancy dress material, you noted, but the expensive real deal. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, gauging his reaction. He didn't pull away, instead, his lips curled into a slight smile, encouraging you to continue.
"Go on," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the party in the distance.
Emboldened by his response, you allowed your hands to wander further, exploring the taut muscles beneath his clothing. The contours of his body sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself both fascinated and excited by what you discovered. The dangerous undertone to your actions only served to heighten the thrill, making your pulse race wildly in your chest. Whoever this stranger was, he was well-built, making your core pulse hot and wet. You knew you should stop before things got too far, but why stop now when feeling him up was bringing you such pleasure? You deserved a little bit of fun every now and then, didn’t you? And this man was fun. At the very least, he was exactly the type of man you had dreamed of. And he wanted to be touched by you. How often have you had a chance like this?
Hook's breathing grew heavier as your fingertips grazed over his chest, the feeling of desire clearly mutual. His striking blue eyes darkened with lust, locked onto yours as if daring you to push the boundaries even further.
"Interesting," he commented, his voice husky and thick with unspoken need. "But how does your story end?"
"Perhaps it doesn't have to end just yet," you suggested, your voice trembling with anticipation. You were playing with fire, but you couldn’t resist. A tad longer, you thought, just a bit more. Enjoy it as long as it lasts…
You felt your fingers trail down the curve of his shoulder, every inch of him a testament to power and danger. The tension in the air thickened as you brushed against the fabric encasing his arm, your mind racing with the excitement of the unknown. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn't help but wonder if he could feel it too.
"Careful," Hook warned, his voice low and almost playful. "There's more to me than meets the eye."
"Isn't that true for everyone?" you replied, curiosity guiding your hand further down his arm. When your fingertips grazed over something cold and metallic, you hesitated, your pulse quickening.
"Ah, you've found my little secret," he murmured, his eyes darkening as they held your gaze. "Would you like a closer look?"
You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from the gleam of metal. As he slowly raised his arm, you realized with a start that what you had felt was not a mere ornament or accessory. It was his hook, glistening silver and wickedly sharp.
It was real.
And its presence sent shivers down your spine. Because this was more than just a fancy dress item. This was more than a costume. The hook was attached with expensive-looking leather straps. Too glorious to have been crafted for a Halloween feast. Perhaps he had played the part somewhere else, you wondered. But an eerie feeling settled in the pit of your stomach that there was only one explanation for why this hook looked so real and so sharp.
This man truly had no hand.
And this hook was truly a replacement for it, sturdy and made to last all the wear and tear of ordinary day life.
"Your... your hook..." you stammered, your wide eyes shifting between the deadly weapon and his piercing blue gaze. "It's real."
Hook grinned, a sinister edge to his smile that made your heart race even faster. "Of course, darling," he purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I am Captain Hook, after all."
In that instant, the line between fantasy and reality blurred. You were struck by the powerful realization that this man, this pirate, might be more than a man in a costume. He was alive, dangerous, and undeniably captivating.
“You seem surprised,” he murmured, “You weren’t a moment ago. What changed?”
Unable to find words, you stared at him, lips parting and closing like a fish.
"Does it frighten you?" Hook asked, his voice laced with a dark and seductive undertone that made it impossible to look away while he twisted and turned the hook in front of your face. You had no other choice but to watch the cold metal up close, see the sharp tip glisten in the light of the lamps.
You hesitated, but then your eyes met his hypnotic blue ones. A strange sense of resolve washed over you.
"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I like it."
Hook's grin widened, and for a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a flash of genuine admiration in his eyes. "Well then," he said softly, as if sealing an unspoken pact between you. "Close your eyes," he instructed, his breath warm against your ear. Obediently, you allowed your eyelids to flutter shut, surrendering yourself to him completely.
And then, suddenly, you felt his lips on yours, soft and insistent, claiming you as his own. The kiss was like nothing you'd ever experienced before, a dizzying blend of passion and tenderness that left you breathless and aching for more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, losing yourself in the intoxicating taste of him.
As the two of you kissed, warmth spread through you, making your skin tingle. This man was a good kisser, you thought. Too good to be true. Your knees turned to jelly and you were grateful to be wearing such sturdy boots or you might have melted into a puddle.
When at last you broke apart, your chest heaving with the effort of catching your breath, you opened your eyes to find Hook smirking down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye.
"I think I know the ending to your tale,” he whispered, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. "And they lived happily ever after,” a soft whisper that sent goosebumps down your skin.
Then he started to laugh, his grip on you tightening as he pulled you in close. Then he cut off his own laughter by pressing his lips against yours once more in a demanding and sensual kiss that made you see stars.
“I suppose you are mine now,” the captain mumbled once the kiss was broken. “After all, you are on my ship. And you know what they say, finders keepers.”
You wanted to laugh, wanted to say how silly that idea was, even though you felt flattered that he wanted to keep you. But then the wooden door through which you had come opened and a new man appeared. A sailor. Mr. Smee. He looked shocked, probably just as shocked as you. Because behind the sailor you didn’t see the ballroom you had left only minutes ago. Instead, you saw and heard the sloshing sea. Rambunctious pirates walked the deck. Seagulls flew overhead. And the very real and very cool metal hook was now near your throat, lovingly bringing you in for another kiss, when you realized, this was no mere man dressed in a costume to attend a party.
This Captain Hook was real.
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AN: Out of 10, how screwed are you? Or… how much will you screw? . . . if you want to show me some support, why not buy me a virtual drink and help me buy new glasses in real life :) ♡ Support me on Ko-Fi ♡ Love you all
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deejadabbles · 5 months
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I am sliding in for your Halloween prompts 👀
The prompt I'm gifting unto thee is...
MASQUERADE
(please read in Phantom of the Opera's song)
😘💜💜💜💜
Friend!!!!! I hope you're ready for me to be extra because mentioning Phantom of the Opera + Masquerades did things to me! Thank you for inspiring this delicious idea, I'm honestly a lil obsessed with it.
Forbidden Masks (Kix x Fem!Reader, fantasy AU)
Summary: The tyrant king had never claimed to love you and you certainly held no affection for him. Thankfully, you had found love in the arms of your beloved Kix. Rating: T (but minors DNI) Word Count: 2k (my hand slipped okay?!?!) Songs for Listening: Masquerade / Why So Silent and All I Ask
Warnings: Forbidden love, forced/arranged marriage, controlling and toxic behavior (not from Kix), brief mentions of sexual intimacy. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3
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You had always enjoyed balls, especially the costumed, masked extravagance of a masquerade ball. As a young girl you had dreamed of attending your first ball all grown up, draped in the finest costume and an elegant mask- but most of all, you had dreamed of dancing with someone you loved.
Now, you were a woman grown and attending the most lavish masquerade you had ever heard of, but you were laced up in a gaudy gown not of your choosing and tangled in a weighty mask of gold. Worst of all, you were sitting beside a man whom you hated.
He scanned the ballroom, over those dancing and drinking, his eyes dark, contemplative, and did not even spare you a glance, despite his order to stay seated beside him. His hand did not hold yours and he had struck up no conversation. You, his betrothed, were meant for display only, apparently.
That did not stop your own eyes from wandering, of course. He could not prevent you from searching for someone else with your gaze. Someone who you should be attending this ball with, someone kind and noble, someone who made your lips curve with a smile and your heart skip a beat. Someone who actually loved you.
You found him, standing near the statues that flanked the doors to the garden terrace. He was surrounded by women, maiden and matron alike, and you tried to ignore the surge of jealousy. It wasn't his fault, he was just so naturally charming and a doctor of his rank would make a fine groom even for a noble.
The women giggled and waved their fans delicately and when one stroked his arm you almost had to look away. It wasn't their fault either, they could never know his heart belonged to you. No one could ever know. You were glad you didn't look away though, because just a heartbeat later, Kix's gaze left the face of the beautiful noblewoman and met yours.
His soft gaze, the way his lips parted just a little at the sight of you, the subtle intake of breath, all just from locking eyes with you. Yes, his heart undoubtedly belonged to you, just as yours belonged to him.
Unfortunately, even the gravity of his eyes could not distract you when a guard stepped from the crowd and up to the king beside you. The first part of what was said did slip your attention, though, as you found it so hard to look away from Kix when he was making your heart somersault in your chest.
What you did catch was that something required your fiance's attention in the war room and he rose from his throne immediately. It was only then that you finally tore your eyes away from your true beloved. The king may expect you to follow, sometimes he held your leash tight, others he expected you to entertain yourself.
And you thanked every star you could think of that it was the latter tonight.
“No,” he said simply, waving a hand as you began to follow him, “you stay and entertain our guests, like a future queen should.”
You bit your tongue, a common crutch in the months you had lived in his palace, in order to hold back any snarky reply. It was also a small miracle that he was so distracted by this emergency, that he failed to notice your lack of a “Yes, your majesty” answer to his order.
Just like that, the tyrant king was gone, swept away by news from the warfront, leaving you standing in front of the royal dais with no one but the commander of your personal guard for company. You turned to the commander now, asking a silent question. Fox was a good man, a fact that he had proven time and time again, and proved once more when he gave a very small nod in answer.
Well, your king did say to entertain.
You would be damned if you missed your chance to join the fun and, with a small wink to Fox, you marched towards the dance floor.
Everyone made room for you, parting like the sea in a wizard’s tale and sweeping into deep bows. You paid them little mind, besides a few polite nods of your own, all while your eyes were searching for anyone who may be brave enough to dance with you. In theory, you could just order someone to, but that would hardly be fun.
You had just caught the eye of a young brunette man, one with the markings of a general on his uniform, when someone behind you cleared their throat.
“May I be so bold and ask for this dance, your highness?”
There were a few quiet gasps and even more whispers as you turned, knowing who it was just by the sound of his voice. You did not know what Kix was playing at, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t secretly praising his boldness. He was smiling at you and holding his hand out like a tantalizing invitation.
You took it without a second thought. “Yes, you may, Doctor.”
Kix’s hand squeezed yours ever so gently, imperceptible to any on-looker, but it sent waves of electricity through you like nothing else. His rich, brown eyes never left yours as he guided you to a nice spot on the dance floor. Turning towards you fully, he gripped your hand even tighter, lifting it high and placing his other hand on your waist to pull you as close as he dared.
The two of you stepped into the waltz easily, transfixed in each other’s gaze as you both glided elegantly across the ballroom.
“I see that he was the one who picked your gown for the night.” Thank the gods that he had the smarts to whisper the observation, no one could ever overhear him talking so plainly to you. “Even from across the room I can tell you hate it.” For the briefest moment, Kix let his eyes travel down your body. “It’s amazing how you can still look gorgeous, even in that ill-suited dress.”
“Kix..” you wanted to say something, a warning, maybe, but his words made your face too hot, your thoughts too scrambled.
He stepped just a hair closer and dropped his voice even lower, “When you’re my wife, you’ll never have to wear anything you don’t want to.”
His wife, goodness, wouldn’t that be the dream. It was a promise he kept making, that he would find a way, that he would rescue you from your loveless future full of fear and solitude. That he would be yours and build a home for you far, far away from the king’s reach.
Some nights, his honeyed promises were the only things that helped you sleep.
The music in the air swelled, calling for a more intimate frame of the waltz, which Kix took full advantage of and slid his hand to the small of your back, pulling you so close you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your bare neck.
You weren't the only one who looked gorgeous. Dressed in fine blue fabric, the military cut of his jacket spoke of his service, but the intricate silver braiding across his chest and shoulders made him look quite regal. Not to mention the silver mask accented in sapphire gave him a mysterious air, yet another reason for your sudden need to swoon into his arms like a damsel.
In perfect time with the music, he spun you in an elegant arch of his arm, before quickly pulling you back into his embrace. “At least he hasn’t tried to dance with you, tonight,” Kix whispered into your ear, “the way you obviously want to recoil whenever he touches you…” he drew in a sharp breath as you both glided along the floor, “It makes my blood boil, cyare.”
Despite the heat that had taken you over from his closeness, you shivered at the protective tone. It wasn’t the first time Kix had mentioned that. Your first night curled in his arms, bodies as bare as the days you were born, he had told you that you would never have to endure an unwanted touch when you were with him. That it was all he could do not to push the king away every time he saw you tense and flinch under the tyrant’s hand.
In another skillful lift of his arm, he spun you again. He was growing bolder and bolder with every turn of the dance, because when he pulled you back this time, he practically buried his face in the soft skin of your neck. 
If you could find it in yourself to focus on anything besides him, you would have heard the whispers and seen the stares of the crowd around you, but a part of you didn’t care.
“When you’re mine, I promise to love you the way you deserve.”
“I’m already yours, Kix,” it came out as a gasp and you could have sworn you felt his lips brush against your neck as he pulled back to look at you. “I’ll always be yours.”
His eyes turned so soft at that, all the possessiveness and jealousy melting away, leaving only his love and adoration for you behind. The music swelled with its ending notes, and Kix kept his gentle gaze steady on yours as he dipped you backwards, slowly, intimately.
“That’s all I need, my love,” he whispered.
There were claps and even some quiet cheers from the crowd, but you barely heard them, all you could see and hear and feel was him. Even when he pulled you back upright, you couldn’t let him go, needing to keep your hands on him just a moment longer.
Then, reality came crashing through your romantic dream in the form of Fox as he rushed to you.
“You have to go,” the commander hissed under his breath, placing a rough hand on Kix’s shoulder. “Go- now! Before he sees you.”
Your eyes went wide as you turned, seeing that the King was striding back into the ballroom. As much as it pained you, you forced your hands to rip away from your beloved and allowed Fox to take you by the arm and pull you away. It took every ounce of strength you had not to look back at Kix, praying that he took Fox’s advice and fled the dance floor as quickly as possible. That he did all he could to distance himself from you.
As he guided you through the crowd, Fox peered at you with eyes that were full of warning. “You’re going to get yourselves killed with stunts like that, Princess.” Despite how hard his tone was, it didn’t come out nearly as harsh as you expected. Instead, you heard the worry hidden in the words. The worry for you, and for Kix.
Before you could say anything, the mass of dancers cleared and you were presented to the King once again. His stare was as cold and hard as always while he looked you over, even when Fox stepped back to his post beside the dais.
“You seem flustered all of the sudden,” your forced fiance said in a flat tone.
“Oh- it’s nothing, I just feel a little light headed, is all.” It wasn’t a hard lie to play off. Your poor health since the day you were dragged here was how you and Kix met in the first place, after all.
At first, the King said nothing, just continued to stare with those empty eyes. Then, he jerked his head towards the throne-like seats on the dais. “Sit.”
With a slight bow, you moved to obey him, but, just as you walked by, a gloved hand shot out to grip your arm harshly. It was all you could do not to wrench away from him on instinct.
“Don’t forget who holds your chains, my dear.”
Unlike the pleasant shiver that Kix had elicited, you now felt cold and empty as your body shook from the words. All you could do was pray that he hadn’t seen you and your lover, that this was just one of the tyrant’s frequent reminders that he could control your strings whenever he wanted.
“Yes, your majesty.” The obedience made you sick, but you could endure it, because wilting under the man’s iron grasp was the best way to keep Kix safe. And in the end, that’s all that mattered to you.
Your arm ached when he released it, but you walked back to your seat as steadily as possible. There was also the unmistakable feeling of someone staring at you and you knew that Kix had been watching. You didn’t dare search the crowd for him again, instead, you comforted yourself with the memory of his promises.
The hope that someday, the Princess and the Doctor might be able to shed their masks and run away together.
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mawwart · 5 months
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Can I send another request :D? Draw your favorite horror movie!!!
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I do love me some Rocky Horror
Like I think bc it’s more camp I tend to forget the horror part of this movie but like. They eat a guy lol
I actually went as Eddie for Halloween this year! Albeit a more lazily put together one but Eddie nonetheless! And the inspiration for this came from this shot!
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It’s so goofy lookin lmao
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shapeofmetal · 1 year
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tfa shockwave as the zenomorhp from alien
ZENOMORHP
my god thats one way to spell it i guess
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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year
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Hi! If your asks are open, could you write Emperor Belos x reader? The reader is a wild witch who kept escaping his grasp, and he finally caught them! And when he does, a lot of tension cause they’re also his ex! Hurt/comfort with g/n pronouns pls! also don’t feel pressured to write this, it’s fine if you are busy! I just have a big crush on him:T Thanks and have a good day!^-^
Yandere asks where they kidnap their ex and it gets d a r k. Yes my shit!!!
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Belos stared at you in shock blue eyes studying you as if you were a ghost.
At first he thought you were just some random insurgent from the group that tried to assassinate him. But no, you were so much more. As you fought against him with tooth and nail, your boots splashing in the recent blood shed of your fellow rebels all ripped apart from his curse, Philip began to shake from excitement. His grip tightening on your arm as he refused to let go, refused to loose you again.
The torch light in the room flickered and staring into your eyes they were wild with that passion you held all those years ago. Burning with that fury you always carried deep inside you, that anger that fueled your magic. Somehow despite all the time that had passed you hadn't changed at all.
"Let go!" You order him hair flying in every direction as you thrash like a cadged bird who wanted to be free. The mask that had been on your face, hiding you from him and blending you in with all the others was now knocked to the tiled floor. It was cracked from the impact and stained with red and black. As he stared at the split peices covered in his ooze his gaze snapped back to you. He'd almost killed you all because he had no idea. All because you had no idea.
He rips off his own mask tossing it as far as it'd go and as your eyes meet his, he knows he looks different but he's sure you'll figure it out. Blonde or brown hair, beard or shaved face, bright blue eyes, he was still the same. And after all he fell for your clever and cunning mind not your looks. Though staring at you intensely your looks certainly helped.
He searches your eyes for recognition and eventually when tears fill them and you shake your head he knows you know. It didn't matter how much time has passed, he hadn't changed much either. Whether you wanted to accept it or not it was him.
And here trapped in his throne room away from prying eyes he would remind you of your place and exactly where you belonged. With him.
"Hello love." He hisses into your ear and you begin to tremble in his grip. You shake your head no, weak sobs escaping your throat as the tears build up. Both at the revelation you just discovered and the carnage you'd witnessed by his hand.
"... Ph-philip? Phillip?" You stutter out through your gasping and he chuckles. Oh how he missed you saying his name. He can't believe the immortality spell he found before the wretched carvings worked on you. That you were still here. He assumed you had left this plain of existence long ago. You both had so much to catch up on.
As a hand goes over your hair petting you tenderly, tears streaked down your cheek. You looked so pretty even in this state. With your messy hair, spilled blood, tears, and ash smeared across your face. "No. No that's impossible!" You screech and the smirk that grows on his face from watching you realize who he really was makes his heart thrum with joy. He had to kill Philip with wild Magic and create Belos from his ashes to gain the power he now held, but he never stopped searching for you as he built his empire. He never lost hope that you were still in love with the strange but endearing foreigner with nothing that he'd once been. That his plan had worked and it had, you were here! "Let go of me! Let go!" You demand but his grip simply tightens, both hands latching around your arms as he stares at you, a large smiling growing on his face at having you here.
"Hello (Y/N)." He tries again but you continue to thrash despite knowing it's him.
"No! NO!" You close your eyes refusing to believe the scholar you once loved and this murderous Emperor were one in the same but that was all apart of the fun. Yes his appearance had changed over the years but he hadn't changed at all. His plans were still the same and despite your interference you would not stop him. Infact your original meeting when he stumbled into this world with his brother and showing them your spell circles is what made him discover the glyphs which eventually gave him the power to rise to where he was now.
"Yes." He responds cruely before smashing his lips to yours. Fighting back and trying to claw at him, he simply pulls your hands down forcing you closer, forcing your body flush against his. Eventually he pulls back to breathe but before you can catch your own breath or come out of the daze he kisses you once more stealing your protests away. More teeth and tongue than kiss he doesn't care, he wants all of you, no matter the cost.
He'd waited long enough.
"Stop!" You gasp in protest as his hands grip you tight but he ignores you.
He hated witches. Loathed them and only wanted their painful demise and extinction. But you? You he'd spare. After all it was because of you he got the power to be where he was. Because of you he'd do what every witch hunter dreams of. One survivor surely wasn't so much to ask for after killing thousands more.
"Oh my empress how I missed you." He snarls eyes just as wild as yours as he stares at you with a look only a mad man could possess. You pull away as much as you can but it's useless.
He will never let you go.
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thatstonedwriter · 6 months
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Spending Spooky Season with...
Loona
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A/N: As a fellow spooky season lover, I hope I could deliver with these headcanons. Enjoy! <3
Content; romantic relationships, mentions of physical affection, Halloween themes
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Loona is so excited to spend her favorite time of year with her favorite person~
She probably goes all out with her goth aesthetic. I could see her getting excited about black lace, combat boots, gothic makeup, etc.
It's likely Loona isn't too big on candy, but has a few sweet treats she'll enjoy. Just make sure to keep her away from chocolate. In a rare moment of civility between Loona and Moxxie, Moxxie will recommend bakeries and cafes that sell quality Halloween themed treats.
Expect movie and show marathons. Whether its the Saw movies or Over the Garden Wall, Loona loves sitting down, surrounded by snacks and watching spooky stuff. And of course, cuddling with you (and taking turns holding each other when you're scared).
Loona is so glad you love Halloween too, because you know what that means. Matching couples costumes of course! I know Loona probably doesn't seem like the type who loves couple-y stuff, but I disagree. I bet once she has a partner, she's gonna want to do all of it, she just may not be the one to initiate because she's a bit awkward and not well-versed with relationships.
Haunted houses/scare attractions are probably a no-go. Loona can be pretty aggressive, especially when she's scared. If you decide to go to one, she'll probably wait outside. It's suggested that y'all go with a group (mainly so Blitzø can keep an eye on yall) so that neither of you are alone. Loona is happy to listen to you talk about your experience, though!
Halloween themed carnivals are a whole other thing. I could see Loona wanting to win prizes for you and (maybe) going on rides, depending on their level of intensity. She isn't super kind to the mascots or employees, but will do her best to be civil. She doesn't want to ruin your night out, after all.
Your love for Halloween and the season in general is probably part of the reason Loona loves you so much. It's another part of her life that she gets to share with you.
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Halloween Requests - CLOSED
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Status: CLOSED *as of Sept 29th
SO,
Over on my other blog, I have done what I dubbed '13 Days of Halloween' over the last few years, in which I release at least one piece of content (drabble/fic/headcanons/etc) every day from October 19th to October 31st.
And though this is not a promise, I am going to try and do it on this blog this year!~
I am opening requests for this now so I have time to write them along with my normal content.
Though I can come up with some ideas on my own I would appreciate some requests as well! (Up to this point, I have received very few requests in general, so I am hoping this might lead to more requests???) If I get a lot of requests I wont be able to write each one, but I like having a lot of options!
Who I write For:
Ateez
Stray Kids
Seventeen *all members of each group (x gn!reader)
Things I do not write:
Detailed NSFW/Smut (suggestive content is fine)
Pregnancy/child Content
Abuse/Member cheating
Prompts under the cut!
A/n: You can send in the number of the prompt(s) instead of the prompt itself if you want, but please specify which section it is from (i.e dialogue, scenario or sensory)
Feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)
Prompts/Scenarios (1-3 per request; feel free to mix and match) *Again: feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)
~~~ Dialogue Prompts ~~~
“I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”
“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”
“This place creeps me out.”
“I thought I saw something.”
“Don’t you dare leave me in here alone.”
“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”
"I don't believe in ghosts." "You will after tonight."
"Did you match with my costume on purpose?"
"If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."
"If you say we should split up I will kill you."
“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”
"You look so cute!" "I'm trying to be scary." "I don't think that's possible."
"Boo!" "If you wanted to scare me, you should have left the mask off."
"Aren't you a bit old to be trick or treating?"
"Just because I'm not afraid of the dark, doesn't mean I like being in it"
"What do we do?" "Run!"
"Wear a matching costume with me!" "Why? Only couples are wearing matching costumes." "I know..."
“Trick or treat?” “…Depends on if you’re the treat or not.”
Person A, seeing person B dressed as a ghost: “So… Are you dressed up as my boo?” Person B: “Don’t ever talk to me again.”
"You look good." "I'm covered in fake blood...?" "Yeah, and?"
"Did you see that too?" "Yes." "Damn, I was hoping I was going crazy."
 “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”
“I wonder, how many people are dead in that graveyard?” “Hopefully all of them…”
"Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?"
"If I knew all it would take for you to hug me was a haunted house I would have brought you to one earlier."
"Why is there mistletoe in the doorway?" "You told me to decorate." "Its Halloween!"
"Too old to trick or treat and too young to die." "What the fuck."
"I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is going"
"Wasn't that scarecrow facing the other way before?"
"I thought you didn't like Halloween?" "You changed my mind."
~~~ Scenario Prompts ~~~
Going to a haunted house
Getting lost in a corn maze
Carving Pumpkins
Meeting at a masquerade
Wearing the same costume to a costume party
Cozy autumn evening watching Halloween movies
Scary Stories at a campfire
Lost in the woods
A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.
Finding out the "monster" costume they are wearing isn't a costume (monster/demon/supernatural au)
Visiting a pumpkin patch
Catch the killer Halloween party game
Every Halloween you are visited by a stranger in your dreams, but this year, he shows up at your door in the real world. (supernatural au)
Hot Chocolate Date (bonus: they wipe whipped cream off of your nose)
Accidentally summoning a demon when decorating for Halloween (demon au)
Buying an old antique and accidentally bringing a ghost home with you because of it.
You meet Death himself, and he seems to have a crush on you. (supernatural au)
Someone summoned a demon to take your soul, but the demon likes you too much to hurt you.
Choosing each other's costumes, and unknowingly matching.
Trying to paint their face but they wont stop trying to kiss you.
You're scared and they try their best to comfort you.
Getting lost in a haunted house and running into a stranger who is also lost.
Pumpkin Carving Contest
Hearing a noise upstairs, but you live alone.
Ghost Hunting
You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed.
~~~ Sensory Prompts ~~~
Flinch of the body when something scares you
Tingles as goosebumps rise on your arms
Feeling of someone watching you
The sound of footsteps behind you
Your name being whispered in the dark
The creaking of an old door
Distant scream
Shadows in the corner
Something unseen moving in the bushes
Frozen in fear
Wanting to call out but your voice wont come
Warming up next to a fireplace after being out in the cold
Warmth that fills your gut when drinking a hot beverage
Embers floating into the night sky before disappearing
Lightning bugs in a dark field
The crackling and popping of an open fire 
Sound of wind in the trees.
Feeling like someone is behind you, and turning to see that no one is there.
Thinking you are looking at your own shadow, until it moves.
Realization that you are being followed.
Being trapped somewhere all alone.
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*prompts crossed out are ones I have received multiple of and no longer want **most prompts are from my other writing blog, from lists I made myself. Some also from posts by @dumplingsjinson and @creativepromptsforwriting
A/n: Depending on the prompt I might save it for later (for after Halloween)
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geeky-politics-46 · 6 months
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Send me some Halloween themed asks please! I'm working on trying to get a big head start on my Kinktober pieces so I make it longer than a week this year, but I really want to do a few Halloween themed pieces too.
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They can be smutty, fluffy, even a little angsty. Send in stuff for:
Doctor Strange &/or his variants
Bucky, Steve, Sam, Loki, or Scott
Eddie & Venom (I really want to write for them)
Peaky Blinders - Arthur, Tommy, Alfie, & I'll throw in John & Finn
The Orville - Ed, Gordon, John, or Issac
The West Wing - Any & all
Send me all your spooky, sexy, &/or silly thoughts!
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED
requested by @salemwitch96
Request: maybe even a horror movie marathon (with chucky)
Warnings: horror movies, language, chucky being a bit of a dick, spoilers for nightmare on elm street and Rob zombies Halloween
AN: I always love getting your requests and the more I thought of this the more I loved it. Thx for requesting! It took a different then than I originally thought it would but I think it works.
I could feel Chuckys’s chest rise as he sighed. I looked over my shoulder at him and he smiled at me as our eyes met.
“You really enjoy this shit?” I nodded. “Come on. That kid getting pulled into the bed looks so fake and fucked up. How could he not wake up at the feeling of those cold, metal claws against his ribs?” His hand was waving in the direction of the television while the other gently tickled my ribs. “Oh for fucks sake. That doesn’t even LOOK like real blood.” He shifted and for a second I thought he was going to get up and turn off the movie. So I grabbed his hair and tugged. “Ow.” He rubbed the back of his head as I let go.
“Thought you were going to turn it off.” I muttered as he settled back against the couch. He rolled his eyes and leaned over so his face was in mine.
“if you’re going to pull my hair,” his eyes darted down to my lips before snapping back to my eyes. “At least call me pretty.” He started cackling before falling back against the couch again. I shoved him and we finished out the movie. “Pick something good this time.” He teased as I got up to change the movie out. I flipped him off over my shoulder and I could hear the cackle he let out. I smiled at the sound as I looked at the case of the next movie.
“Oh trust me Chuck. This one will be better.” I made my way back to the couch and snuggled down into his side. Chucky pressed a kiss to my temple and pulled me tighter by my shoulder. “I like this.” I looked up at him and he hummed. Pulling his eyes away from the title screen, chucky smiled down at me tucked against his chest. He kissed me again, this time on the lips.
“I do too.” I smiled as I turned to hit play. The movie started to play and Chucky sighed as we curled into each other more. “Even if you pick shitty movies.” I rolled my eyes as he chuckled. “Oh come on. It’s Michael Meyers shouldn’t there be more blood and guts or something?”
“That’s why I like this one.” I pointed out. Chucky nodded and chewed on his lip. “Oh oh oh. It’s coming up.” I gently tapped his arm. Chuckys eyebrows furrowed and then slowly shot up as he noticed what I was now pointing at.
“Sheriff Brackett!” I squealed. Chucky leaned over me and hit the pause button.
“What. The. Fuck.” Chucky got off the couch and slowly stalked towards the screen.
“Come on Chucky. It’s just brad dourif. We’ve had this conversation before.” Chucky shot a glare at me and focused on the image that was now burning on the screen. “Chucky.”
“He’s old.” I gasped at the statement.
“Chucky!” I stood up and went to grab his arm. “I mean it’s true but that’s no way to say it. What did you expect? All the other movies we’ve seen with him in it has been from like the 80s.” Chucky let me wrap my arms around his. His eyes darted back and forth over the screen.
“Fuck it.” He muttered before hitting eject and putting the movie away. He gently shrugged out of my grip and walked off to the bedroom. The door closed with a slam and I stood there debating what to do. Sighing, I dug through my collection and found ‘it’s the great pumpkin Charlie Brown’. Either the sound of it would draw Chucky out or it would give him ample time to calm down before I went to talk to him. Something about the holiday special was calming to the both of us.
About halfway through, the door opened and Chucky emerged. I kept my focus on the television as he slowly came to sit down next to me. There was space between us and Chucky made sure to stay on the edge of the couch. His hands were in his lap and his focus was drawn to the screen. Despite the heaviness that hung in the air, the silence between the two of us was comfortable. Once the show ended, Chucky slowly got up and removed the disc. For the first time, my eyes trailed after his every move. Riffling through the fridge, Chucky eventually gave up and grabbed some candy from the bowl we had used earlier in the night to pass out candy. He leaned against the counter as he played with the wrapper.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. His eyes refused to meet mine and I focused on his long fingers spinning the candy.
“It’s alright.” I responded. “You have a thing. I know that. I shouldn’t have even considered it.” Chucky finally looked over at me, his fingers stopping their fidgeting.
“No. You like the movie. We both like dourif. It should be expected. Eventually.” He let out a soft chuckle. “You have nothing to feel sorry for (Y/N). And yes I have a thing about getting old. But it shouldn’t prevent you for enjoying a movie. Especially one I know you like.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And until that point it was actually really nice. Just sitting there spending time with you.”
“I can watch it later Chucky.” I got up and made my way over to him. Slowly and gently, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s watch something else. You pick this time.” He smiled at me before untangling himself and going to find something to watch.
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apileofmoss · 5 months
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TRICK. TREAT. CAN YOU DRAW DOTL BELOVED
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:3
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itsrheasgirl · 6 months
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Vampire!Rhea is already at 2,400 words and she hasn’t even spoken to the Reader yet.
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running-with-kn1ves · 7 months
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Halloween Requests-- Open early!
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Hey freaks! saw a few writers do this so I thought, why not steal it? I'ma be opening requests for October/fall early so it'll be easier for my schedule. That means-- starting today (sept 8) to October 31st, halloween reqs are open! You can request pretty much anything spooky/horror/fall related. Ghosts? ghouls? bloodthirsty yanderes? be my guest!
I may create my own additions as well so everything in the coming months is gonna be pretty spooky related! (I may or may not participate in some of the yantober/goretober prompts as well!)
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deejadabbles · 5 months
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hiii friend <3 for the Halloween drabbles:
🏚️ haunted house + "Don't be scared, I'll hold your hand" withhhh Echo!
Excellent combo, my friend! And with Echo no less, I was very excited to write this so thank you for sending it in! Also, I just realized IDK if people assumed this prompt was for a haunted attraction or a supernatural haunted house sooooo because several peeps asked for the prompt, I'll do both! This time around we're going with supernatural, I hope that's okay <3
The Hidden Room (Echo x GN Reader)
Summary: You and Echo get sent to a place that's totally, definitely not haunted....probably. Rating: G (but minors DNI) Word Count: 1.821 (what is self control at this point?) Warnings: Creepy atmosphere and dangerous situations, reader is not having a good time but at least Echo is there to comfort you. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3
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“We’re going to die.”
The outlandish words earned you one of Echo’s infamous side-eyes, but the flat tone of finality earned the smallest of smirks. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“Dramatic?!” you shouted in a distinctly dramatic tone, the word ringing in the vast forest surrounding the two of you. “Echo, we’re out in the middle of nowhere, about to go into a mansion that looks like the inspiration for the Haunting of Hill House!”
“And Cid’s cutting us a decent check to do it,” was Echo’s bland reply, though, even he was looking at the abandoned home with a scrunched up nose.
Could anyone really blame you for getting the creeps from the situation? You had driven nearly an hour away from the city to this random ass plot of land with nothing but trees for neighbors, only to find a house that loomed up into the night sky like a decrepit specter. Seriously, even setting aside the gothic ambiance, just the rotting state of the house alone should be cause for concern, one good breeze might knock the thing down with the two of you inside.
Unfortunately, Echo knew you too well and, with a shrug, he started for the front door of the murder house. Kriff, he knew you wouldn’t stand out here by the speeder bike alone, in the dark, or let him brave the spooky manor by himself. With a muttered curse under your breath, you followed after Echo. The supposed forgotten family riches Cid mentioned better be worth all this!
Inside, Manor McCreep was even worse. Thick layers of dust and forgotten belongings were to be expected, but the white sheets over furniture, the broken grand piano, the grand staircase with a shadowy upper landing- yeah, Echo owed you big time for agreeing to be his partner for this one.
“We’ll split up, but keep our comms open the whole time in case one of us gets hurt,” Echo suggested, shining his flashlight slowly over every creeping shadow.
A part of you wanted to tell him how ridiculous it was to even say the phrase “split up”, but another part wanted this to be over with as soon as possible, and covering more ground meant faster results. “Fine, but we stay on the same floor and in the same wing.”
“Agreed,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes at a corner where a torn painting hung ominously on the wall.
And so, like the leads of any horror vid, you two parted ways through the dark. 
Echo could tease you for being dramatic all he wanted, but you took full advantage of the open comms and gave him a running commentary of every room you went through. “Oh, the kitchen, complete with rusted knives that’s probably dried blood, perfect!” “A conservatory filled with weeds that’ll come to life and kill me any minute, nice.” “Ah, the library, filled with ancient tomes of unspeakable curses, I’m having the time of my life!”
Your partner must have appreciated the antics that filled the silence, because his deep voice crackled over the channel, meeting your sass blow for blow. “Make sure to dodge the blades when they start levitating.” “I knew we should have brought that paranormal weedkiller.” “If there’s a curse to make Tech’s goggles fog up when he’s being a smart ass, make sure to grab it.”
You smiled every time he quipped back, comforted by the reassurance that he was still there, close by. It was almost possible to forget where you were as you rummaged through the rooms for this rumored treasure. For the most part, all you found were yellowed flimsi documents, broken furniture, and more signs that one wrong step would send you falling through the rotted floor.
Of course, the true potential for horror came flooding back to you when you opened a door to a study and found nothing but a porcelain doll sitting in the middle of the room.
“Absolutely kriffing not.”
Slamming the door shut was the only solution to that room.
Fortunately, by the time you had found that little horror, Echo was done searching his half of the first floor and the two of you reunited in the entry hall. Unfortunately, he had not found this treasure trove either, which meant it was time to climb that eerie looking staircase to the even creepier second floor. At least your lights lit up that shadowy landing.
Said landing was a wide, open space, with dust covered bookcases and broken end tables lining the wall between two dark hallways on either side. To add to the spook factor, a howling wind roared from outside.
“So,” Echo hummed, the light on his chest plate shining to the right, “do you want eerie corridor number one?” He turned it to the left, “Or eerie corridor number two?”
You opened your mouth to quip back at him- only to pause when you shivered at the breeze that should have been outside. You turned in the direction of the wind, narrowing your eyes at the solid wall that certainly shouldn’t have had that much air coming through an old crack or two.
“Do you feel that?” you whispered to Echo, raking your own light over the bookshelves.
His eyebrow lifted as he followed your gaze, of course, being covered in his armor and body glove under that, he probably hadn’t felt it unless it hit his exposed face. He did notice something, though, and walked over the bookcases. That skilled hand of his ran along the bottoms of the old wooden shelves, then he gripped one and pulled.
The bookshelf swung open as if on a hinge, and revealed a dark doorway.
“Of course! Why wouldn’t there be a sketchy secret passageway?” you sighed.
Echo huffed a laugh, “Well, what better place to hide the family fortune than in here?”
“I acknowledge that you are completely right but- Echo, have you not read any of the horror novels I’ve recommended to you? Secret passageways are never a good thing! We’re bound to find some madman’s journal detailing unspeakable monsters of the H.P.Starcraft variety!”
All he did was give you that look, then walk into the secret room. “Come on, sooner we find it, sooner we get out of here.”
With a heavy sigh you followed him again, running your flashlight over every nook and cranny so you could set your mind at ease that there wasn’t anything lurking. In the shadows. To your relief, there was no long passageway of certain death, but instead it immediately opened into a small room. There wasn’t much in it, just an old desk with a matching chair, and more bookcases that mostly looked empty. Above the desk was the source of the wind: a window that had three of its four panes broken.
Wordlessly, you two got to work searching, you taking the desk, Echo the bookcases. Of course the desk drawers were locked, and you had to dig out the multitool from your belt to open them.
In fact, you were so preoccupied with trying to jam the drawer open, that you didn’t think much when you felt someone step up behind you.
You didn’t know why Echo was standing over your crouched form, but you went on with your work, letting out a satisfied noise when the desk popped open.
“Nothing in here but old tax documents and…a first draft of a romance novel?” You said as you flipped through the pages.
 Echo chuckled, “Wonder how bad the smut is that they felt the need to write it in here.”
“Maybe they just liked the privacy…” 
...Wait, Echo’s voice hadn’t come from above you. A glance to your right told you he was still rifling through the shelves. Despite the fact that there was something creaking the floorboards directly behind you.
Every hair on your body stood on end as you wheeled around- and your light illuminated a gaunt, bloodless face with sunken sockets for eyes.
A scream ripped from your throat as you fell back against the desk, dropping your light in your fumbling attempt to reach the blaster at your hip. Another cold breeze whipped painfully across your face, just as Echo called your name.
He was beside you in an instant, a hand on your shoulder, “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Wha- how the kriff had Echo not seen the person looming over you?! Blaster in one hand you quickly grabbed your fallen flashlight and shone it over the spot they had been. 
But of course, there was nothing there.
“B-behind me,” you inwardly cursed the stutter in your voice and swallowed hard as you continued to scan the area with your light, “There was someone behind me- Echo I swear I saw someone!”
Echo’s hand gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Hey, it’s alright, I believe you,” he threw an cautious look around the room, then slid his hand down your arm to lock with your own. “Don’t be scared,” he murmured, that steady baritone almost managing to calm your thundering heart. Then Echo slowly started to rise, pulling you with him as he kept his eyes out for danger, “I’ll hold your hand while we-”
He was cut off when the desk chair threw itself across the room and shattered in a burst of splinters against the wall.
“Run!”
Your man did not need to tell you twice. With more grace than you thought you could manage, you sprang to your feet and ran for the hidden door, Echo holding your hand tight as you did. Just as you both cleared the doorway one of the bookcases fell over, blocking the secret room from visitors once again.
The carnage didn’t stop there. As Echo pulled you down the stairs, an end table grazed your cheek as it flew through the air, certainly aimed at your head. Paintings fell off the walls and floorboard ripped themselves up as you both thundered through the entry hall. The moment you two practically jumped past the front door something else smashed against the wall, narrowly missing one of you.
Unfortunately, holding on to each other caused one, then the other, to lose balance and both of you tumbled down the porch steps. As if on instinct, Echo’s arm went around you protectively, holding you as your bodies rolled across the ground in front of the haunted manor.
The moment you came to a stop, both of you looked up at the house. The wind gave one last mournful wail as the front door slammed shut, sending quite a clear message.
You and Echo both seemed to hold your breaths for a moment, waiting until, all at once, the horrible wind and sounds from inside died, as if they had never been there to begin with.
There was a heartbeat of dead silence, then, “Echo?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to kill Cid when we get back.”
“Agreed.”
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EDIT: click here for an extended ending in my reply reblog lol
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mawwart · 5 months
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Oh okay then well my request involves Rarity from my little pony Friendship is Magic as a mobian bat/unicorn hybrid wearing a witch costume.
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I finished this a little later than I wanted to BUT here she is!
Now this is very sorta. Outfield for me BUT I did enjoy drawing something new!
Thank you for your request! (And patience lol)
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