#halloween stories

[hxnguxng-jxn]

𝐌𝐮 𝐐𝐢𝐧𝐠 × 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 🎃 Halloween Story

Synopsis ― A ghostly demon should not be able to get under his skin and carry on as they walk the Earth to torture the wicked, but he can't say no to you. (Horror/Angst/Future Fluff?)

Info on Reader ― Reader is GN (they/them, you/your), Reader has no body type or features mentioned, Reader knew Mu Qing before they were a ghost in some way, and Reader kills sinners (undescribed reason). The Reader is also sane, don't worry!

Info on Timeline ― Set during canon, but it's not very important to note. Spoilers for his hidden identity, slight spoilers for a small detail of his past.

🫀 WARNING(S): Murder (preformed by Reader), horror elements (dragging people, kidnapping), but no yandere behavior... Reader is just oddly nice to Mu Qing (your choice on relationship type)! (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

Fujoshis DNI || Everyone else, have fun!

Mu Qing × GN!Ghost!Reader || Meet Again

He shouldn't allow you to be getting away with doing as you please in the realm of mortals, especially since your decline into the Ghost Realm and coming back in the form you hold now.

At first, information about you was whispered to him without your name gracing the rumors. A new ghost that has hit the Savage ranking ('Savage' ranks are able to massacre a whole city) had taken out a town in the middle of a forest, leaving only children and the elderly. Murdered, everyone else was.

The only thing that has everyone in a chokehold and bitter debates is the fact that the position of the person did not seem to matter: if they were outside, they were slain, if they were bathing, they were slain, if they were working, they were slain...

Except people in the Mu Qing Temples. They seem to have been dragged out before they were slain, as the Martial God who investigated the area noted the temple was spotless of blood or struggle.

Mu Qing did not enjoy the stares or extra attention from the Gods while this ghost was rampant in the areas of the slaughtered town. Gods whispered, Martial Gods accused him at first, Civil Gods asked questions, and overall it became stale as soon Xie Lian had heard of all this.

While in the facade of Fu Yao, Xie Lian had briefly mentioned that his "companion" might know about this ghost at large within the area. And Mu Qing was not happy to pass his gaze onto San Lang, who sat beside Xie Lian and studied Fu Yao like a hawk.

At first, San Lang had been indignant about treating him to such information, but whatever bond he had for Xie Lian had made him give up the information. Mu Qing didn't want to ask or bear witness to anything passionate beyond their searching eyes, and pressed San Lang quickly for information.

"Well, I don't know much..." Mu Qing did not believe that statement, thank you. "But I do know that this ghost has killed before, but outside of your master's territory. The way of murder is nearly similar each time, and en masse. But now it seems comfortable in your master's territory, killing cultists and anyone with a shady rumor about them."

... He rolls his eyes. A lot of information from a man who seemingly never left the town around Xie Lian's temple. But whatever. He has humans to save, and a ghost to catch.

(And it'll save this visage's reputation... he didn't make it for Xie Lian's safety just to be exposed for nothing!)

Taking the body of Fu Yao to the territories in front of your warpath, he stops at his own Mu Qing Temple to see the flow of traffic in this town and honestly familiarize himself with the local area. This temple was large and made of a darker brown marble, teak wood, and elm wood. It was less decorated than most stalls in the market, but the custom paper decorations and lighting sources appeased him of being miffed at the common folk.

He had taken residency in the temple under one of the priests good nature, and awaited your arrival. He had taken a break in the town for barely two days, when you finally stepped foot into town.

No matter if your methods are quiet, fast, loud, grand: he will end up being awake (night or day) by the time you hit the temple. He's standing guard in the foyer and he's aware of the horrors you're already dealing on the ones you deem guilty outside. But the grounds of the temple were far more safe for any sealing or quarrel you two will bring...

And from the force of the door opening, the windows being forced open with loud snaps, the lighting going out from how cold it was, and the shrieks of two late night visitors being dragged out the door by a force he could not see... He suspects your as savage as the rumors say you might be.

But the sight of you freezes him, and the humans leftover (spared) from your kidnapping seem to pass out as the stench of blood fills the foyer of his temple. Your feet do not burn on the grounds of his temple, your natural aura is not suppressed (only your demonic one), and your bored expression seems to give way to amusement and confusion.

"... I never knew I'd have to say this about you, Mu Qing... But I don't like the brunette style." Your voice was familiar and barely changed from the deathly rattle of your ghastly new form, "I'm not complaining, oh no, but your complexion just suits your original body better."

He could feel your name on his tongue, but he's also sure that that name had perished or been taken from him a while ago...

You continued without commentary from him. "But it's good to see you, especially since I know Official business keeps your attention. Are you here... to stop me?"

"Stop you? My duty is to bring you in for a trial." Mu Qing finally could speak, and he put his grip onto the sword he carried with him. "You know the punishment for getting to the Savage rank, and you'll be imprisoned unless your killed here today."

"Do you have the guts to kill me, Mu Qing? It's been so long, I've been missing you more than anything! But the desires of a soul lost to places unknown yearns for more than rekindling of old flames..." You sounded resolute, yet your eyes scanned over him with something else entirely. Something so fresh, his heart skipped a beat.

"So you're killing, then. Instead of moving on?" Mu Qing didn't know you were the type to have regrets so deep you'd manifest in such a way. No matter the tragedy, only one such as Xianle had ever made ghosts as powerful as you or the Four Calamities.

You didn't hesitate before nodding. "Murder is murder, you are correct. But the reason I kill is for sinners..." You paused, before answering intelligently, "Ah, wait. This sounds like the start of a monologue. But honestly, I have no intent to harm you or innocent people, Qing."

"How can I trust you, especially since you look like... this! Especially after what I just witnessed!"

"You can't, I'm sure about that. You're stubborn, and I know you have a prejudice against anything that kills without need for food or a sense of duty." You answer coldly, but something warmer passes your tones as you take a cherry from the pouch on your sash. "But, the Mu Qing I know, possesses principals and a sense of duty..."

With that, you open your palm to show him a very engorged sour cherry within your grasp. Mu Qing was deeply confused as to where the cherry could come from, as the blossoms close after the month of April...

(But memories of a childhood 800 years too far gone came to his mind, and when the cherries had been important to him within your previous relationship. It was sour, but not unkind to him.)

With the showing of the swollen fruit, the fruit burst within your palm and out came a stench of rotten fruit and obvious magical herbs. A cherry bomb! A literal cherry bomb! Drawing his sword, he darted past the mist of pink and red smoke to close the distance between you... and found nothing where you once were standing.

With a kick at the remnants of the cherry bomb, he takes off into the city with his arm ready for a swing at any moment. He follows the screams of passerby witnesses or people finding loved ones deceased into the night.

Please, please just come back to him. Explain yourself fully to him! Anything!

#Heaven Official's Blessing #HOB #Tian Guan Ci Fu #TGCF #Reader Insert #Gender Neutral Reader #GN Reader #Heaven Official's Blessing x Reader #Heaven Official's Blessing x GN Reader #TGCF x Reader #TGCF x GN Reader #Mu Qing #Mu Qing x Reader #Mu Qing x GN Reader #Male Reader #Female Reader #Masc Reader #Fem Reader #Halloween #Halloween Stories

[windydrawallday]

🎃 WELCOME TO THE FRIGHT SIDE! 🍂

These are circa 2021 when a dear friend suggested watching Scary Godmother's animated movie. I gotta confess: until then I never knew the existence of it... and less that it was based on a series of short stories and comic books! I fell COMPLETELY IN LOVE with the characters and setting and AAA

But especially, what held tight to my heart was the narrative of this amazing writer and illustrator, @jillthompson , creating this whole fantasy world to make "friends with the scary side" and reveal that even monsters fear and can be your best allies ♥

I'm so glad I found her work, it keeps inspiring me to reach that level of love for storytelling and to never be afraid to show the themes and aesthetics that move us deeply!

PS Those last pics portray a grown-up Hannah Marie based on Miss Thompson's concept art she showed in one of the books.

#myart #my eyes in other worlds #scary godmother fanart #scary godmother #hannah marie #mr skully pettibone #harry the werewolf #bugaboo #orson the vampire #halloween #halloween movies #halloween stories #childrens illustration #traditional inking #digital coloring #these were made during my touch screen era so i remember painting purely with my fingers all of them aaa #witch #vampire #skeleton #spooky scary skeleton #werewolf #witch broom #pumpkin patch #boozle the cat #almost forgot the poor baby haha

[netherworldpost]

A Vampire, a Witch, and Two Pumpkins

The vampire sat on the porch, pumpkin in lap, knife in hand, carving by the day's dying light. Twilight had crested and what was left of the sun was softened by cloudmist, by the autumnal magics of the trees, by her wife's magic.

The witch sat next to her wife, carving a pumpkin of her own, a bit plumper and wider than the vampire's tall guord.

They'd chosen the two at a farm on the way home just the other day, wandering the wide pathways and vine-ways, chatting with the proprietor and other patrons.

The vampire eyed her wife's carving, scrutinizing it, before adding a sliver more detail to her own charge's carving.

The witch similarly took suit, attempting not to laugh as the competition heated up. More detail, more fuss. Sharper fang, spookier eye, rounder smile.

A small bucket, full of seeds and pumpkin strings and carved bits, steadily filled up.

A ghost, a neighbor and friend, floated by, watched for a few moments, shook it's spectral head, stole a bit of rind, and chewed it as it floated into the setting gloom.

#monster stories #vampire #witch #october #october witch #october 31 #halloween #halloween stories #autumn blog #autumn #ghost

[robinette-green]

Late Night Day Dreams: Colorful Lights

You used to be an acrobat, working at a carnival that was a home to you. After a fire and a nasty fall, your home was left to rot.

Coming back years later you’re captured by the people who’ve taken over the place.

Saved by some old friends, you learn some unsettling truths about them

Another Halloween Story

More hurt/comfort

TW!!!

-blood

-injury

-almost death

-naked body

-cultists

-death (of the cultists)

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf fanfic #sun and moon x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun and moon #dca fanfic #glitter rock writing #Halloween stories

[pandorasboxofhorrors]

#weird advertising #halloween stories #the addams family #uncle fester #morticia addams

[ravensvalley]

#HalloweenStories

Do you ever use Graveyard Dirt in your Art?

Sure, it sounds a little creepy going out there and scooping up soil out of a cemetery, but some do. Like many of my friends for some traditional work. You can scoop some dirt from a loved one and, intent to use it for a love spell. Or incorporate it into malevolent workings, curses, hexes... Taken from a very wicked person, will double your chance of success. It's very imperative from which grave it's taken.

Anyone is able to go in a cemetery and easily obtain dirt. I suggest that you do in a respectful and honorable manner. You can choose a grave from someone you knew in life, a family member or friends who have passed. Mines are coming from my ancestors. I do feel very confident. This way, I know that I can use it for positive workings like prosperity or assistance and protection.

It's always a good idea to say thank you and leave an offering as a token of appreciation for what has been taken.

#Halloween Stories #Graveyard Dirt #Believe it or Not #Native Land #Mountainous Part of the Northern Hemisphere #Canada #Silent Hill #The RavenKeeper

[ettawritesnstudies]

HALLOWEEN STORIES!

As much as I love spooky season for the ~vibes~ All Hallows Eve means a lot to me as a Catholic writer as a feast day for remembering the dead and praying for their souls. Every year I try to write a short story with these themes (usually in line with the @inklings-challenge), so I thought I'd compile them all here! If you're interested in supporting me or my work, it would mean the world if you took the time to give them a read and comment!

Happy All Saints and All Souls Day!

#etta rambles #halloween #halloween stories #all hallows eve #my writing #etta's writing

[wellesleybooks]

When a bright moon hovers above the bookstore, the spooky books gather…..

#october #spooky books #moon #halloween #halloween stories #wellesley books

[emilou-keen-gear]

Halloween Story

Word Approx.: 2,900

Characters: Webby, Lena, Violet, May and June

Title: Three’s a Crowd Part 1

            “Halloween Slumber Party!” Webby shouted at the top of her lungs as she performed a perfect pile-drive onto a stack of pillows, sending them flying in all directions.

            Lena blocked a few with just a wave of her hand, magic sending the fluffy projectiles harmlessly away. Violet batted one away from her book without looking up. May swatted the pillows with an irritated frown but June took one full in the face, then laughed at herself.

            Webby was giddy with delight. Not only was this her first slumber party with her clone-sisters, but it also promised to be an extra delightful one with it being during the Halloween season. Which meant telling ghost stories into the night, playing scary games, and eating way too much candy.

            However, Webby’s plans for her slumber parties never turned out how she wanted them to go. Little did she know that she thought would be a fun night filled with harmless thrills and chills would turn into a slumber party she would soon regret.

            “I’m glad that you planned this slumber party,” Lena said, digging into her backpack.

            “Of course. All my slumber parties are totally excellent,” Webby said, trying to remain upbeat for May and June’s sake. After all, they had no knowledge of her previous slumber parties. That last thing she needed was for them to know about the money shark, jumping into the Shadow Realm, and the weird shared dream.

            “Because I really need to practice my necromancy and it’s not a good idea to do it alone,” Lena said, bringing out candles, chalk, and incense.

            “What?” Webby cried out before laughing. “Oh, Lena, you joker.” She nervously glanced at May and June. They didn’t seem to notice. “Lena, is this really a good time? Couldn’t we do it a different time?”

            “But it’s a full moon, and it’s only a week before Halloween. It’s prime spirit communication time,” Lena said. “I won’t have an opportunity like this until next year.”

            Webby bit her lower lip. Why couldn’t she, for once, have a nice, normal slumber party? Given, because of these weird episodes, she was able to get Lena back from the shadow realm, but still, it would be nice to have one night where the most exciting thing she did was play Truth or Dare.

            “Necromancy? Isn’t that, like, raising zombies and bringing the dead back to life?” May asked skeptically.

            June’s eyes widened.

            “Technically, Necromancy is magic dealing with the dead. From what I was able to read from Lena’s spell books, most of Necromancy is communication with spirits and sending them to the next world. Zombies is high level necromancy, and nobody can bring the dead back to life,” Violet said in her no-nonsense way. “Although there is a lot more to it than that.”

            “Oh, so we’re going to play that one game with the magnifying glass and letters and numbers on the board to talk to ghosts, right?” April asked. She didn’t seem concerned by the idea, nor did she sound interested. In fact, she sounded bored.

            But June looked worried. “Aren’t those things dangerous? Don’t they summon evil spirits?”

            Lena rolled her eyes. “What you’re describing is an Ouija board, and, yeah, I have one of those. We can try one out. And, no, we’re not going to summon an evil spirit, June. Scrooge has this mansion protected against evil spirits. Plus he has Duckworth, who would keep us safe. We’ll only communicate with good spirits. Besides, I can only summon weak ones at my level of necromancy.”

            April rolled her eyes. “You really are selling us on this party game.”

            “Party game?” Lena repeated.

            “Yeah. It’s just a game,” April said. “We’ll ask the board a bunch of questions, and one of you will move the magnifying glass around and pretend that a spirit has come to talk to us. Let’s skip it. We’re not that gullible.”

            June still looked nervous but nodded her head in agreement with her sister. “Yeah, it sounds…silly. Let’s do something else.”

            Webby jumped on that idea. “Yeah, because I have a whole bunch of activities we can do tonight. We don’t have to summon spirits. Right, Lena?” She looked at her friend hopefully.

            Lena sighed. “Fine. I’ll put all this stuff away. I wouldn’t want to scare anyone tonight anyway.”

            “Scare?” May demanded, knowing a challenge when she heard one. “This child’s game doesn’t scare us, right June?”

            June had found a blanket to wrap around herself with only her eyes peeking out. “Yeah. It doesn’t scare us.”

            Lena and May looked at those wide-eyes, not believing that lie.

            “Prove it,” Lena said, pulling out her Ouija board—a homemade one—and waggled it at May.

            “Fine,” May said, snatching the board and setting it on the floor.

            “Hey, I understand that you want to practice, Lena, but this is a slumber party and it’s obvious that not everyone wants to summon spirits,” Webby said. “Maybe we should do something that all of us will enjoy. How about we watch a movie?”

            “Or we could put it to a vote and let majority rule?” May said. “There’s two for summoning spirits—or at least pretending to summon spirits—“ She shot a smirk at Lena. “—and two for doing something else.”

            The four ducklings turned to the fifth member of their party who had remained quiet for the most part.

            Violet set her book down. “And it looks like it comes to me to be the tie-breaker. As much as I would like to stop the squabbling, perhaps I could propose a compromise so that there are no hard feelings throughout the night and spoil Webbigail’s slumber party.”

            Lena rolled her eyes at her adopted sister’s lengthy explanation.

            May looked intrigued.

            “I suggest we allow Lena to practice her necromancy for a limited time of fifteen minutes and fifteen minutes only, just to see if she can do it or not since there isn’t any guarantee that it will work,” Violet continued.

            Lena folded her arms. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Vi.”

            “You’re welcome. I, for one, believe that you could if you have the concentration since we all know you’re powerful enough to do it,” Violet said. “I would love to be able to communicate with some historical figures once you have mastered this branch of magic. However, for the sake of certain members of the group who are uncomfortable with the subject matter, I suggest that some of us go downstairs and prepare snacks and the movie.”

            “Oh, I could do that,” June said, jumping out of her blanket. “I’ll just wait in the TV room until you’re done.”

            Webby was surprised with how quickly June had gone for the compromise. “Great, June. Thanks. Do you want any help?”

            “No, I got it. I’ll just ask Mrs. Beakley if I can’t find anything,” June said, going out the door.

            Webby turned to the others, having found Lena already drawing a protective circle large enough for the board and everyone to sit around it. Violet was getting her phone ready to time the séance so they didn’t go over the fifteen minute time period.

            “Okay, everyone, sit in the circle,” Lena said, putting down the last candle.

            “And let me guess, we all hold hands,” May said blithely.

            “Only if you get scared,” Lena said with a smirk. “I have to hold the crystal, so we won’t be able to hold hands, but I should only be summoning a low-level spirit, so the protective circle should be enough.”

            May frowned, looking uncertain. But she sat down on one side of the Ouija board, the others joining her until they formed a square facing the board.

            Lena held out a crystal on a chain over the board, the crystal dangling just a few inches over the letters and numbers on the board.

            “I thought we had that magnifying glass that we all touch,” May wondered.

            “Yeah, because that’s for a game,” Lena said. “This is the real thing. Do you honestly think that a ghost is going to visit a bunch of kids and try to wrestle a little plastic triangle just to write out a dumb message to scare them?”

            “Uh…no. Thus the sarcasm,” May pointed out.

            “Well, this is how a real spirit medium does it,” Lena said. “Now before I begin, everyone must expel all negative emotions. We must have positive emotions in the circle. Most spirits are neutral, and our positive energy will make them positive. If a negative spirit answers our summons, positive energy will deflect them. But it is unlikely that a negative spirit will come.”

            “Based on Webbigail’s record for slumber parties, I think that statement is false,” Violet said.

            Webby’s face fell, her worries showing through.

            “It was a joke,” Violet said, a smile showing through her deadpan demeanor. “I was trying to bring in some levity to help with the positive emotions.”

            Webby laughed. “Yeah, good one, Violet,” she said. The joke actually helped.

            “Okay, I think we’re ready,” Lena said with a smile and started a chant in a language nobody but Violet recognized. After a while, Lena asked, “Is there a spirit here that is willing to communicate?”

            Everyone looked to the crystal still dangling over the Ouija board. It didn’t move.

            “We’d like to talk to a spirit. If there are any nearby, use the crystal to speak to us,” Lena said, trying to concentrate on positive energy as well as clear thoughts for the spirit. Both of these things weren’t her strongest suits.

            She kept asking questions and inviting spirits to come talk to them, but still the crystal didn’t move except for a bit of trembling from Lena’s hand. It was hard to keep her hand still while holding it out.

            “We have two minutes left,” Violet announced, glancing at her phone.

            “Let me try one more time,” Lena said. “I think I sense something, but something is preventing it from communicating. Is everyone thinking positive thoughts?” She shot a glare at May.

            May shrugged. “Hey, I have been thinking positive thoughts. I’m positive that this won’t work.”

            Lena gave a frustrated sigh. “Come on, May.”

            “Okay, okay. Positive thoughts. Kittens and rainbow and marshmallows,” May said.

            Lena glared again.

            “Hey, those were positive,” May defended. “I like kittens and rainbows and marshmallows.” She was sincere.

            “I’m getting something,” Lena said, closing her eyes. “If you’re there, do you want to talk to us?”

            Suddenly, the crystal started to rotate in a circle slightly then it straightened, pointing to the “Yes” on the board.

            “Yes!” Lena cheered.

            May’s eyes widened. “Okay, I’m not going to insult you by asking how you’re doing that. I’m just going to swallow my pride. But I’m not scared.”

            Then the chain jerked to the “No”.

            “Whoa, what’s going on?” Violet asked.

            “I’m sensing there’s two spirits,” Lena said. “They seem to be fighting over the crystal.”

            “Are they both friendly? Maybe one of them is shy?” Webby asked, not liking how quickly the crystal went to “No” but she was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, even ghosts.

            “And are there only two of them?” May asked, looking around as if there were hordes of ghosts spying on her.

            The crystal moved to the number two and then it went to the one.

            “I guess one left,” May thought and she shivered. “Did it suddenly get cold in here?”

            “The temperature has dropped by twenty degrees ever since the crystal started moving,” Violet said. “I brought my equipment to test Lena’s experiment, and I’ve been getting some interesting data. I can’t wait to listen to the audio recording I made once I get it on my computer.”

            “Did the other ghost leave?” Lena asked.

            The crystal went to the “Yes.”

            “Where did the other ghost go?” Webby asked.

            The crystal jerked again, this time going to a letter, then another, spelling something out. The girls spoke each letter as the crystal pointed to it.

            “H. E. S. W. I. T. H. J. U. N. E.”

            “He’s with June?” May spoke the words once the crystal stopped moving. Her eyes widened. “June.”

            She raced out of the circle and downstairs, calling for her sister’s name. She didn’t know why, but she felt scared. She hadn’t felt scared all night, but she did then. She first checked the TV room, and finding it empty, went to the kitchen. She shoved the door open and shouted her sister’s name.

            June was standing by the back door that was wide open and was waving. “Bye, Auggie. Thanks for your help.” Turning around, she looked at May curiously. “Oh, are you guys done already? Wow, time sure flies.”

            “June, are you okay?” May asked, going to her sister.

            “I’m fine. It’s not that hard to make some brownies,” June said. “I just barely put them in, so they won’t be done for a while, but you can start the movie without me.”

            May looked to the open back door. “What were you doing? Who were you talking to?”

            “Just a boy. Auggie,” June said, confused. “He stopped by and helped me make some brownies. Why do you sound angry?”

            “I—I’m not. You just shouldn’t talk to strangers,” May said, closing the door.

            “He said he knew Scrooge McDuck,” June said. “I thought that Auggie was Huey, Dewey and Louie’s friend. He was so nice, and he knew his way around the kitchen, so he must know the house.”

            “It’s not your house. You shouldn’t invite strangers in,” May said before realizing how loud she was talking. The look on June’s face was enough to make her realize that she was yelling.

            “I’m sorry,” June said.

            Webby stepped forward. She, Lena and Violet had followed May but kept back until now. “There’s no harm done. Everything is fine.”

            June wiped at her eyes, clearing away any tears before they could be seen and nodded. “I’m sorry. He was just so nice, and I promise that nothing bad happened.”

            “It’s okay,” Webby said again. “It’s just…we contacted some spirits and…we think…”

            “We think that they were just trying to scare us, and I was afraid that one of them would try to scare you,” May jumped in. “But you’re fine, and the spirits are all gone, so everything is fine.”

            Webby was surprised by May’s lie, but she kept her beak shut.

            “Oh,” June said. “Then I’m glad Auggie was with me. He made it so I wasn’t scared. And I bet that if a ghost did appear, he would have protected me.” She then hummed a bit, happily.

            May cast a glance at Lena before saying, “We’re going to go get the movie ready. Violet, could you help June with the rest of the snacks.”

            “Sure,” Violet said.

            May then pushed Lena and Webby out of the kitchen.

            “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were being too bossy,” Lena quipped.

            “Are those ghosts gone?” May demanded of Lena.

            Lena shrugged. “I’m not sure. You left the circle so suddenly that I didn’t have time to end the ritual. But more than likely, the ghosts weren’t powerful enough to stay. The mansion’s protection should move them along. Not unless they have an emotional attachment to the area.”

            “But you could do something else to make sure they don’t come back, right?” May asked.

            Lena nodded. “Sure.”

            “Could you do it now, please?” May asked, her bossiness dropping. She looked more concern.

            “Yeah, I’ll get to it now,” Lena said. “Don’t worry. The ghost was just a kid. More than likely, he won’t do your sister any harm.”

            “Yeah, okay,” May said, folding her arms.

            After Lena left, Webby said, “I feel kind of sorry for Auggie.”

            “The ghost? You feel sorry for a ghost?” May asked.

            “Well, he’s just a kid, like us,” Webby said sadly. “He died so young. It doesn’t really seem fair.”

            May’s face slipped to sorry. “Yeah, that is kind of sad.”

            “And since he’s a ghost, there’s probably not a lot of ghosts his age around. He’s probably lonely,” Webby continued. “I bet he just wanted to spend time with June. She’s really nice and likes to make people happy.”

            May knew that June was a people pleaser. She always had. She always sought out approval to anyone around. To May. To Bradford. To Red Heron. And they had all demanded so much of June. Even May demanded things of June.

            At least they had Donald and Daisy and all these new friends. With the kindness and attention that they were giving the clone sisters, June might eventually learn that the only person she had to please was herself.

            “At least he seemed to be a friendly ghost,” Webby said. “Don’t worry about it.”

            But May did worry. But perhaps the boy wasn’t who she should worry about. What about the other ghost? And were there truly only two ghosts? Could there be more?

            Bad things come in threes.

            Could there be a third ghost?

            May felt a chill go down her spine which she shook away. She had been thinking too many dark thoughts. Lena was going to wiggle her fingers and say a few magic words, and all the ghosts would be gone.

            And that would be the end of that.

End of part 1

Hi, I was trying to write a bunch of short stories for the Halloween month, and this one kind of went a little longer than I wanted to. I thought I would break it up in sections. I have a few other stories I want to get to first, so the second part may take me a few days to get to.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #fanfiction #halloween stories #webby vanderquack #violet #lena #may #june #emilou writes

[aterimber]

Description: Dean shows a newly human Cas the proper way to celebrate Halloween.⁠ ⁠ Prompt: Popcorn Poppin' Month⁠ ⁠ C2C, Destiel (ish)⁠ ⁠ Words: 1,946⁠ ⁠ Check out this year's Halloween short story here!⁠

I post new short stories every 2 weeks on Fridays and have 100+ just waiting for you to fall in love with them!

This is also the 4th last fic of 2023! I'll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting stories! (And articles on my website) I'll be back January 12th, 2024 with the 1st story of the new year!

#SPN #SPN Fanfiction #SPN Family #Supernatural #Supernatural Fanfiction #fanfiction #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Cas #Castiel #Halloween #Halloween stories #National Food Days #Popcorn Poppin Month #short stories #fiction #Patreon #Patreon Creator #indie author #Canadian author #authors #short fiction

[hard--onthe---outside]

when a vampire falls in love only his lover's blood will suffice

#Halloween stories

[netherworldpost]

From 2016 through 2018, Evil Supply Co. (hi, it me, we are rebranding) published 21 monster newspapers detailing the lives and tomfooleries of ghosts, witches, mermaids, monsters, dragons, gorgons, wizards, rock creatures, goblins, orcs... etc.

The Complete Evil Supply Co. collection is available for free via PDF by clicking this link here.

Please feel free to share. Please feel free to link to it on your own blog or media or whatevers.

The link will take you to a Google Drive page, so when I say "there is no obligation or sign ups" I mean it. I won't even know that you downloaded it.

You can of course tell me. But you don't have to.

The entire point of making this public is to give you something without asking for something in return.

Every issue. Every in-universe ad. A few extra rambles at the beginning and end discussing the future. It's just over 100 pages and something like 40- 50,000 words. I counted once and it took forever.

I've been making it free for years and have given away several copies because the community of folks who love monsters and Halloween and mermaids has provided me an audience to build an unimaginably fun life.

A company can exist for many reasons. Making the world a better place via a utopian paradise is one of mine.

When I say this project is my life's work, I mean it.

I'm getting far too sappy.

Let's talk about the future a moment.

I have been exploring various printed versions of the book for months. I'm hoping to narrow down a company to work with sometime before the store launches (Autumn 2023). Did you know that books are absurdly heavy?

The printed version will not be free. The link above (and here, we love utility in this crypt) is formatted to print fine on 8.5" x 11" paper. It is again though 100+ pages, so do be aware. The PDF will always be free, even after said printed version launches.

Onwards to next, non-secret things

Remember this? I've signed a contract today to build a microsite on the blog that will house the Dispatch in web format. This is third in priority --

blog (April 2023)

shop (Autumn 2023)

Dispatch microsite (...?)

-- for obvious reasons. The PDF will be available for free for as long as I run this company, this is not a limited time offer. I mentioned that above but I like mentioning things, including "I like mentioning things."

The existence of non-secret things implies... secret... things?

Kinda.

One of the features of the blog that I'm really excited to offer is advice columns and in-character pen pal exchanges. "Hey Strawberry, how does magic work underwater?" and then you'll get a reply if your ask is chosen.

And by reply I mean a published thing online + an actual physical letter in the mail as this company is a non-governmental postal facility after all. A post office, if you will. A Netherworld Post Office, even!

The stories from Evil Supply Co.'s dispatch are serving as a near-final draft of new stories.

Or maybe a solid starter. Anyway, the point being:

All of the plot points and characters (etc) are sticking around (with the exception of Atticus, as a fictional character in the newspaper, I've decided to just be a semi-fictional character in actual real life).

The direction of new stories is "more of everything" and "cleaning up minor plot point holes" and/or "using plot point holes for comedic purposes and strategic hilarity."

There will be a brand new character replacing the Atticus character.

I really liked running the Dispatch. It was one of the things I'm most proud of -- a monster newspaper?! all original content!! I drew it all, I wrote it all!

I want to explore bringing it back in some form.

And.

I recognize I have a lot on my plate at the moment. So the best path forward is, as above, giving away the base + building the microsite.

One of the beautiful things, I have come to realize after surviving my 2020 traffic accident + ensuing as well as not related legal battles to get people to pay me what they owe:

I have a lot of time.

I don't need to rush things.

Whoops!

Wrong link.

Try this one instead.

(That terrible joke was as immensely satisfying to write as you think it was. Doubly so if you get that the link is from Ocarina of Time and I was just talking about time okay I'll see myself to the door this post has gone on way too long.)

Let's wrap this up!

NetherworldPost.com has the email signup.

If you've signed up before, the auto- duplication- resolution- witchcraft- tech- things will take care of it. You won't get a ton of emails.

First email will go out saying "blog is launched" when said blog launches and then rambles thereafter.

(Bugs Bunny and others gifs used in this post do not appear but are included as helping legibility of said this post.)

#peyroux dispatch #monster stories #monster fiction #ghost fiction #halloween stories #monster newspaper #evil supply co #evilsupplyco

[mommybard]

How are you holding up little pet?

Can you feel the candy working? Getting harder to think, isn't it. Your brains having trouble grasping bigger ideas. Things just slipping past your understanding. Its okay though, I promise. You don't need to worry about this big, boring, bloated ideas. Not when you can focus on the more entertaining ones. The little thoughts that fill your mind. How fun it is to dress up all cute. All the fun you have when on your hands and knees. How badly you crave mommy's thick, throbbing...

Sweetie, you're drooling. Better clean up your mess, this is just beginning~

#halloween stories #pt.2 #nsft post #bimbo candy

[lily-blue]

Uncharted waters

☆ characters: poseidon’s son!chenle & mermaid!you ☆ genre: royalty au, greek gods au, the little mermaid au, fluff, horror(ish) ☆ warnings: violence and death ☆ summary: you’re so in love with Prince Chenle, the boy you rescued when he was knocked overboard, that you’re willing to sacrifice everything to be with him - little do you know, everything is exactly what he wants to take away from you ☆ words: 6,2k ☆ also: a massive thanks to @dat-town​ for her help with this story ♥ your questions made me realize how important details are in every fantasy, even in fantasies where you already have a world to work with! 

Your body felt heavy, like shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea, and your lungs were on fire, a sensation you had only ever heard in those magical tales Kunhang, the seagull, had told you whenever you had visited him on the surface. 

For a long time, the eccentric albeit friendly bird had been your sole connection to the human world; your only resource, when you had had yet another question about those treasures you had found during your adventures with Yangyang. But the more stories you had heard about human inventions and people with two beautiful, long legs who could dance, walk, and run, the more curious you had become. Curious and bold enough to save a human boy when he had fallen in the ice cold water on a stormy night and make a deal with the sea witch just to get a chance to have your happy ending by his side.

The contract you had signed consisted of three simple statements: The sea witch gave you two human legs in exchange for your voice. To keep them permanently, you had one week to make Prince Chenle fall in love with you. If you failed, and he didn’t give you the true love’s kiss by the seventh sunset, you had to choose whether you killed the prince and turned back into a mermaid or took your own life, offering your undying soul to the wicked. 

Which meant failure wasn’t an option. It couldn’t have been one.

Groaning without any sound, you rolled onto your back and opened your eyes. The overcast weather dulled the colors of your surroundings, but you still found the shore beautiful. Unlike when you had been staring at the barely visible Sun while lying beside Yangyang and your moody babysitter, Kun, the sand, now dry, stuck to your skin and made you feel itchy. It penetrated places you didn’t want to think about (and couldn’t have named), but that must have been a part of your new, scale-less life, so you embraced the sensation. It was alright, because your new legs would take you to your prince: to the one you were destined to be with.

A pair of beautiful legs. Your legs. The thought alone made you feel exhilarated. It was like electric eels were rushing through your veins. Your heart was pounding in your entire body.

You couldn’t have told how long you were lying on the beach while you were smiling at the gray clouds, but then a faintly familiar woof-woof gained your attention and knocked the thoughts out of your mind. You snapped your head in the sound’s direction and rolled on your stomach just in time to see the fluffy animal whose steps came to an abrupt halt in front of your face.

‘Daegal! What are you doing there?’ A second intruder ran up to you, this time, a human boy whose voice played on your heartstrings. Prince Chenle looked different from how he had looked at the night when his ship had fallen victim to the storm. Then, his clothes had been torn and his dark locks more disheveled. Now, he seemed more of a safe place than an exciting adventure. Yet, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him.

Your eyes widened in shock when you felt something damp against your cheek, although you let out a soundless giggle as soon as you realized that it was Daegal’s doing. Chenle’s animal greeted you with a lick across your face, then licked your nose, too, for good measure.

‘Oh?’ The soft sound came from the prince who walked up to your duo in the meantime. He sat on his knees in an arm’s distance from your figure, and pulled Daegal in his embrace. Following the movement with your lingering gaze, you pouted, disheartened, at the thought that he might have felt the need to protect his friend from you. ‘Who are you? And what are you doing here so late?’

You opened your mouth to tell him everything: that you were the one who had pulled him to the shore when the sea had been about to swallow his body; that you were here for him. But no sound came out of your throat.

‘You cannot speak?’ The prince asked, and you nodded with a pout. How were you supposed to make him fall in love with you if you couldn’t make yourself understood? Ursula might have been right about your pretty face and the possibilities that came with body language, but you still felt somewhat lost while you were thinking about what you should have done next.

You winced when something cold poked your shoulder, then did it again when the same, ice cold sensation hit the small of your back. You were familiar with the rain. However, the drops definitely felt different now that you were out of the sea. You turned your head towards the gray clouds.

‘Come on! We need to find shelter,’ Prince Chenle said as he stood up and held his hand out for you. You hesitated only for a fleeting moment, your curious gaze boring deep into his coal orbs, before you accepted his help.

Standing on two legs was a harder task than you had initially thought. First of all, your body’s weight was a real thing on land, unlike when you were in the water; you found it hard to divide it equally. Which automatically led you to the second most crucial problem: your weak sense of balance. You managed to take one tiny step forwards before you lost your footing and fell head first into the prince’s arms. Completely naked, save for the seaweeds that stuck to your skin.

‘Are you oka—? Oh, goodness! Here! Take this,’ he said with one of his protective arms around your figure. He didn’t look at you while he shook his midnight blue jacket off his shoulder and threw it over yours. In fact, his gaze kept sliding from one thing to another until it fell on everything in your close proximity but your exposed skin.

Determined to not be a nuisance, you quickly adjusted the fabric so that it would hide your chest and thighs, then tapped the prince’s shoulder twice in order to gain his attention. It was still very new to you to communicate without your voice, but when Prince Chenle finally looked at you, a newfound wave of confidence surged through your whole being. You could do it. He had understood what you had wanted. You could do it.

The walk to the castle where the prince lived was mostly silent, but you didn’t mind the lack of conversation. Instead, you observed your surroundings and tried to burn every tiny detail in your memory: the dull color of the sand under your feet, the deep red, almost black flowers down the road that led to Prince Chenle’s home, and those iron gates that opened for you seemingly out of nowhere as soon as you reached them. You supposed, there must have been guards who controlled them from somewhere, but no matter how eager you were to lay your eyes on them, you saw no one.

‘You can stay here until we find your family,’ the prince told you while he led you towards the stairs. ‘It is just me here, Daegal, grandpa, the cook, and the maids. So it is no problem at all,’ he reassured you further before he called for someone named Yuqi, and pushed you into an empty bedroom.

The palace in Atlantica was nothing like the castle that had suddenly become your new home. Because even though it was at the bottom of the sea, far from the Sun, it was brighter and full of life. There, your bedroom barely had walls and everyone could easily swim from one place to another, even those who were only visiting your family temporarily.

This place isolated its habitants. The dark paint on the walls, the black baldachin around your bed, and the heavy curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows gave you the impression that you had to ask for permission before you left your room; you weren’t sure that you liked it. It didn’t sit well with your adventurous nature.

However, it could have easily been the storm’s doing: your anxiety. Thus, you tore your gaze from the decoration and turned towards your prince with a smile. As expected, his presence worked wonders on your mood.

‘I will tell Yizhuo to bring you something nice to wear. She will prepare your bathwater, too,’ he informed you with a warm smile on his face that reflected on your own.

Recalling those stories Kunhang had told you about human habits, you pinched both sides of the jacket you were wearing and lifted it gingerly. You wished to put your immense gratitude on display while showing the prince that you were an educated woman. Although, when your gaze slid from the floor to his comically wide eyes, the scandalized look on his face told you that you might have been mistaken.

You opened your mouth to ask what you had done wrong, however, no words rolled down your chapped lips. Still, your pathetic attempt at communication brought the prince back to his senses and revived his numb limbs.

Prince Chenle rushed up to you and grabbed the jacket you were wearing. Your lips parted in horror when you realized that he was fixing the fabric on you as it hadn’t been covering your front anymore.

‘Do not ever do this again,’ he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. The prince’s handsome face looked pained while his black eyes bored into yours, like when you upsetted a jellyfish and suffered the consequences. So you gulped and nodded in understanding.

You had no idea how long the two of you were just standing there, in the middle of the room, but you were aware of countless other things. For one, you couldn’t ignore the prince’s warm breath that fanned over your skin and dressed it in goosebumps. Then, your heart was beating faster than ever, even when you were racing with Yangyang under the sea. Not to mention, if only you had been a few inches taller, your eyes would have been in line with the boy’s rosy lips. He was so close.

‘Khm… dinner is in an hour. Yizhuo will show you the way,’ the prince said when he took the first step backwards; his hands falled back by his sides.

You once again nodded - you wished you could have done more, but the human alphabet was different from the one you used under the sea which meant you couldn’t have even written notes so early into your new life - and smiled at him. You smiled until he turned his back to you and walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You wished Yizhuo arrived soon.

The dinner with the prince and his grandfather was better than you had imagined; the food melted in your mouth and the company welcomed you with open arms, although not literally. Humans, at first glance, weren’t too affectionate creatures, but they had many other qualities that fascinated you. They ate their meals with two equally long sticks, kept the side dishes in different bowls and sucked on the snarfblatt instead of blowing it.

Fueled with curiosity, you could have easily stayed at the dining hall all night to learn new things about humans and human objects, but once the dessert was gone and Prince Chenle’s grandfather called for their maids to clean the table, it was time that everyone headed back to their room. And you had no right or way to protest.

That night, buried under a comfortable, warm blanket, your thoughts wandered in directions you wished they hadn’t. You thought of your father and the molten fury in his otherwise loving eyes. You wondered whether he had already known that you had made a deal with the sea witch after he had destroyed your collection of human inventions. Was he looking for a way to get you back or he refused to call you his daughter anymore because of your actions? Based on how much he despised humans, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been the latter. Still, the possibility made you sad. He was your family, after all.

The more you doubted your bond with your loved ones - Yangyang must have felt betrayed that you had left him behind when he had followed you into danger time after time despite what a guppy he was -, the louder the voices in your head became. They told you that you had sold your soul the moment you had set tail in the sea witch’s cave. They called you immature and stupid. They said it was inevitable that you would become a murderer.

You tried to convince them that they were wrong and true love didn’t work like that, but by the time you managed to silence them, the first rays of sunlight shone upon your bed, and the second day began.

Before breakfast, Yizhuo was kind enough to not make comments on your disheveled hair and overall disoriented appearance. Not that you weren’t aware of how you looked even before you were sat in front of the vanity table.

There were dark circles under your eyes and angry red scratches all over your arms, although you had no recollection of when you had injured yourself so badly. As far as you could tell, once you had gotten in bed, you had been tossing and turning around for hours before your body had given in to exhaustion. You had been troubled, but safe. Your scars made no sense.

‘Do not worry, miss. I have the perfect long-sleeved dress for you,’ the maid reassured you with a warm smile. ‘It might be a little warm for the summer weather, but it will hide your scars from unwanted eyes.’

You thanked her for her kindness with a beaming smile and took the hair brush out of her hands so that she could fetch your outfit. Before Prince Chenle had bid his goodbye last night, he had promised to show you the town around the castle after breakfast and you didn’t want to waste a second. Especially because it had already felt like hours while you had been waiting for Yizhuo to knock on your door and prepare you for the day. 

The dress the maid brought for you was simple but gorgeous. It consisted of a blue skirt that reached your ankles, a black corset, and a white shirt that hid your arms, but emphasized the lines of your neck and collarbones. Completed with the blue ribbon in your hair and the light make-up Yizhuo put on your face, the outcome was magnificent. It fitted those images you had in your head - that you had seen in human books - whenever you daydreamed about dating.

Feeling restless, the breakfast went by both quickly and painfully slowly, but your chair was right next to the prince’s, therefore you weren’t complaining. You ate your soup diligently and put some rice in the broth when you saw that Prince Chenle and his grandfather did the same. There were so many things you still didn’t know about their habits, you couldn’t wait to tell Kunhang and Yangyang about your own discoveries.

“As if they wanted to hear about them, you silly girl. You will never see them again. Never see them again. You will never see them again.”

The voice came from behind you, but when you snapped your head in that direction, you saw no one but the maids who stood by the door, waiting for your requests silently. You gulped and shook your head. You could have sworn that you had heard this scolding tone before, but you had no idea where.

‘Is everything alright, dear?’ The prince’s grandfather inquired; worry evident in the way he pronounced each syllable.

You reassured him with frantic nods and a beaming smile. Although, if you had wanted to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure whether things were indeed quite alright. But to explain the situation to them in detail, you needed more than your limited arsenal of gestures and mimics. Hence, you chose to not address your concerns. You were a big girl. You were determined to prove to everyone that you could fight your own battles.

Your father and Kun might have never believed in you, but neither of them was present in your life anymore to doubt you.

The books that sank to the bottom of the sea were too fragile to read after a certain point. But once you had realized that it was because the material they were made of changed form under water, you had gained the habit of opening them at your favorite pages as soon as you found them so that you could at least stare at them when you were bored.

The drawings you had seen in these books portrayed humans in beautiful ball dresses while they were laughing and dancing. They depicted lovers on romantic dates as they were kissing. And they also showed how human towns were always crowded and full of life.

The town around the royal castle wasn’t any different. It was loud, but well-coordinated. At first glance, it seemed that everyone had somewhere to be, even the youngest children who ran past you and the prince near the market. Their energy reminded you of your carefree childhood and the day when you had first met Yangyang. 

The tropical yellow fish had gotten lost on his way to school, so you had helped him get home safe while you had been having fun getting to know each other and munching on seaweed cookies. You had been his first friend. And he had been yours.

“He could help you, if only you had told him about your plans. But you didn’t think about anyone or anything, did you? Do you really believe you can make him fall in love with you in six days? You can’t even tell him it’s too warm in your dress or that you’re thirsty. You’re pathetic, you silly girl. Pathetic. You’re pathetic.”

You flinched when someone grabbed your hand, but relaxed immediately when your eyes fell on Prince Chenle’s delicate fingers around your wrist. He pulled your hand away from your neck and squeezed it lightly the moment it swung back and forth by your side.

‘Do not be nervous. I will be here the whole time,’ he reassured you kindly; his thumb was caressing the back of your hand tenderly. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, but then you noticed the softness of his fingertips against your skin and your mind went blank. With your sanity out of the way, you didn’t question why he would have thought you were nervous. What you focused on instead was the fact that he cared.

Therefore, you pressed your lips together with a newfound determination and looked around in the vicinity in search of a place where you could get some refreshments. There was a house on your left with breads of different shapes and sizes in its windows and another one on your right with stalls of apples in front of it. You saw a shop that changed one’s hairstyle and a building that had a dining hall in its garden.

You pointed at the latter.

‘Are you hungry?’ The prince asked and you shook your head. ‘Well, that is a restaurant. But we can have shaved ice at the shop two corners from here. Do you like shaved ice?’

You knew what an ice cube was and you didn’t particularly like the stinging numbness you felt when you touched one. However, shaved ice was most probably different because you had never seen anyone eating plain ice cubes before, thus your brain decided that not even humans would have enjoyed chewing on them willingly.

Seeing your contemplation, Prince Chenle patted the top of your head with an affectionate smile and pulled you towards the aforementioned direction. By the time you reached the shaved ice shop, you completely forgot about the reappearing voices in your head because your mind was filled with all the stimuli you had encountered on the road. You had seen old people reminiscing about the good, old days; children scolded by their parents; and animals like Daegal running after a round toy.

Humans were fascinating; and so were their animal friends. Smiling at the vendor behind the wooden counter, you wished you could have shown your father that they weren’t as malicious as he made them to be.

“They are monsters, you silly girl. They are monsters. All of them.”

‘… a different flavor every time, but their red bean shaved ice is really good,’ the prince said, pulling your attention to your options while quieting the scolding voice. Your lips parted in wonder. Ah! So this was shaved ice. ‘They have fruit flavored ones, too. You seemed to like the peach slices last night,’ he nudged your shoulder with his arm that encouraged you to take a closer look at the variety of desserts.

Prince Chenle was right. Although they weren’t as good as seaweed cookies, you had enjoyed the fruit slices during dinner, even more when they had been coated in warm chocolate. Thus, you pointed at the displayed topping that resembled yesterday’s dessert the most, then put one of your palms on the counter to support your legs. When feeling excited, you had gained the habit of bouncing up and down a little; it messed up your weak balance.

‘Easy,’ the prince scolded you with a chuckle, before he asked for two portions of peach and two portions of  mango shaved ice, one of each in your separate cups.

It tasted amazing. And not just that. One spoonful of the delicious, cold dessert managed to make the hot weather less suffocating. It lifted your spirit and gave you an energy boost that urged you to see more, taste more, feel more. Hence, when Prince Chenle suggested looking for an empty bench in the shade, preferably in the royal garden, you disagreed with him for the first time since you had exchanged your voice for a chance to be with him.

The prince’s steps came to an abrupt halt, and your eyes opened wide when you snapped your head in his way and your gaze fell on his figure. His face and posture looked a little different, but you couldn’t pinpoint why looking at him gave you this impression.

Especially because a couple of heartbeats later, he shot you an amused smile.

‘So you have a better idea? Now, I am intrigued,’ he raised his left eyebrow, and you giggled soundlessly, because his sudden playfulness took you by surprise in the best way possible. It must have been a sign that the two of you had grown closer.

You nodded with a beaming smile and walked up to him with your loose steps so that you could take his big hand in yours again. You craved for the damp feeling of his palm against your own and the warmth that this gesture ignited in your chest.

During your morning adventures, you visited a huge shop where people could eat mooncakes, drink bitter and sweet beverages, and borrow books that were placed on huge shelves in the back of the building. You also met children who invited you to draw on the road with them - they had these short, wooden sticks they could write in the hard sand with - and bumped into two adorable animals that looked exactly like Daegal, just with brown fur.

‘Should we check out the lighthouse, too, before we call it a day?’ Prince Chenle asked after you bid your goodbyes to the two puppies and their owner.

Honesty, a part of you felt that it would have been too early to head back to the castle even if you had visited the shore, but you were a royalty just like the prince. In the back of your mind, you knew that he couldn’t spend his entire day with you: that he must have had his own duties and responsibilities. So you squeezed his hand and nodded. Since he had offered, you saw nothing wrong with prolonging the time that you two had a little more.

The more steps you took towards the shore, the more exhausting it became to move your legs, but you did your best to shut out the numbness. You didn’t want to cut your program short with unnecessary complaints, especially because you couldn’t have been sure whether it was normal to feel so drained after a couple of hours of walking. There was a fat chance that you were overreacting and you were determined to not let your lack of knowledge sabotage your happily-ever-after.

Still, you barely reached the borders of the town, when your limbs gave out and you lost your balance. A silent scream stuck in your throat as you held onto the prince’s hand, desperate in a way you had only ever experienced when Yangyang and you had been attacked by a shark during one of your impromptu adventures. You closed your eyes, unsure what else you could have done to prevent the fall.

‘I have got you,’ Prince Chenle whispered against your cheek; his arms keeping you close to his chest in an awkward hug. Perplexed, you opened your eyes and turned your head to the right slowly.

Prince Chenle’s hair smelled like salt and peaches; it blended your world into his and pushed your already mushy brain into overdrive. You didn’t even notice that your nails were digging tiny crescents into his bladebone or that he turned his head in your direction in the meantime. You were lost in your fantasies: all you could think about was your future together and how much you yearned for his kiss.

You choked on air when the prince’s nose brushed against yours. His inviting lips were mere inches from your mouth like in those books about romance. This was it. This was the moment you had been waiting for. Therefore, you pursed your lips and leaned forwards. Three inches. Two inches. One in…

The prince pulled away and sat on his knees in front of you with his back to you.

‘Hop on!’ He encouraged you, shooting a warm smile at you from above his shoulder when he realized that your feet were rooted to the ground. ‘Come on! I will carry you.’

Brushing aside your confusion mixed with disappointment, you climbed on the prince’s back and linked your arms in front of his neck. His muscles tensed and relaxed repeatedly under your body while he stood up and started to walk towards the lighthouse.

‘You know, next time you should tell me when you are not feeling well. We can always finish these tours another day,’ he scolded you worriedly, his words awakening dozens of butterfly fish in your tummy.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and nodded. Your lips grazed along his soft skin when you smiled.

Your days as a human girl were filled with delicious meals, town tours, and lazy strolls on the beach. Despite his busy schedule, Prince Chenle made sure to take a few hours out of each one of his days to spend some time with you, showing you new places and free time activities that made you bounce up and down in excitement like when he had showed you the oldest books you had even seen in your life: books that told tales about gods and goddesses who blessed the world with as many wars as miracles.

Your nights, however, got more tiring, the closer you got to your seventh day on the land. The voices haunted you in your sleep and poisoned your happiest memories with your loved ones. By the fifth afternoon, whenever you saw something that reminded you of your life in the sea, your chest felt heavy and the urge to scrawl your way out of your own body clouded your mind. Your skin was dressed in crimson and rose-colored scars, some deeper than others, all of them painful nevertheless. You were a mess.

A hopeful mess desperate for her happy ending.

You couldn’t have picked a favorite; you thought of the beautiful colors of the sunrise just as fondly as you thought of those sunsets you had spent on the shore with Prince Chenle by your side. Then and there, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t speak or that you had the trident of Poseidon hanging over your head. You were happy listening to his stories while he played with your hair, lying on the sand.

It was one of those days when the prince asked you to accompany him for a walk after dinner. The Sun was still shining down on the world, painting the scenery in an orange-gold hue and you couldn’t contain your smile while you were listening to the prince’s stories about pirates and monsters nearly as dangerous as the kraken. His love for the sea was evident; you could see it in his big hand gestures, the way he kept stealing glances at the tides, and the smile that adorned his face while he was reminiscing. You wished you could have shown him Atlantica. You couldn’t picture a single scenario in which he wouldn’t have fallen in love with your old home within a heartbeat.

‘That night, I thought that this was it. I was going to die,’ he said animatedly, pulling you in with the intensity he told you about the happenings. You swore, you saw the hopelessness in his eyes when he talked about his inevitable death. ‘But then this girl saved me. She showed up out of nowhere and pulled me to the shore.’

You almost fell over your own legs when your brain processed what he was talking about. It was you; you were the girl who had saved him.

‘Grandpa says it was just a hallucination, but I know she is out there somewhere,’ Prince Chenle kept insisting, his gaze stuck on the waves. You gulped. ‘One day, I will find her and ask her to be my wife. I will make her my queen.’

He wanted to make you his queen. The revelation kicked the air out of your lungs, making it even harder to think straight, collect your thoughts, and communicate. However, you had to find a way, because this was the perfect moment to confess your feelings for him. He yearned for his savior, he would have forgiven you for exchanging your voice for your legs, making it harder for him to find you.

With time, you could have learned how to tell him the truth.

So you pulled on the prince’s arm and demanded his full attention. Your steps didn’t come to a halt, but they didn’t need to, because the moment your gazes met, everything else became secondary. You pointed at yourself, then pointed at the sea.

‘What? Would you like to swim?’ Prince Chenle inquired, frustration rising in your chest. It was more difficult than it should have been, but you couldn’t afford losing.

“You have to kill him, you silly girl. Kill him. You don’t have much time.”

You shook your head. You pointed at yourself again, then at the sea. You slotted your palms together and imitated the unique movements of your tails when you were swimming. Yet, he didn’t seem to get it.

“So you’re ready to die. Because that’s what will happen. You will die, you silly girl. You will die.”

You gulped and lay down on your side on the sand. You rested your chin atop of your palm while you were staring at a random spot where your imaginary prince was lying. You opened your mouth to sing him a song, and while no sound came out of your throat, it did the trick.

Because the next thing you knew, Prince Chenle was lying next to you on the sand, his eyes dark albeit happy.

‘It is you,’ he breathed as he reached towards you with a trembling hand and the pads of his fingers grazed along your jawline. You fluttered your eyelashes and nodded.

The voices were still there, in the back of your mind, they still laughed at the inevitable, but you had even fewer reasons to believe them now that the prince was looking at you so fondly. He looked at you like you were irreplaceable, like you were the key to his happily-ever-after, too, and your heart was about to explode.

A silent yelp escaped your throat when Prince Chenle pushed you on your back and towered over you with his entire body. The situation was thrilling and terrifying at the same time, although you blamed the paralyzing dread you were feeling on the voices that didn’t stop chanting: “He’s a monster. A monster. He is a monster.”

For the first time, they sounded like Yangyang when he was panicky, but your best friend was living his life in the bottom of the sea, hence you deemed it a cheap trick. How could Prince Chenle have been a monster when he was about to make all your dreams come true?

You licked your lower lip when he adjusted his position and placed one knee on the sand on each side of your body. He sat on your hips and leaned forward for what you assumed was a kiss. So you pursed your lips the way lovers did in your beloved books and waited, flames of anticipation licking your being from the inside slowly.

Although your older sisters had already gushed over mermen in front of you and told you how kissing could make one’s lips feel as though they had been touched by a jellyfish - if you kissed someone for too long, that was -, the intensity of the prince’s kiss still took you by surprise. It was suffocating in the way your brain forgot to remind you that you should have breathed through your nose; messy with his tongue coating your pink flesh with saliva; and mind-shattering when you felt his fingers sneaking around your neck.

You furrowed your brows in confusion when he pulled away, but his hands remained on your throat. He was smiling down at you and you tried to reciprocate the gesture, but the grin he shot at you was unsettling.

“Kill him! You have to kill him! Kill him!”

Yangyang’s voice filled your senses, confusing you even more. Meanwhile, the prince’s hand squeezed your windpipes and one of his knees put a light pressure on your chest.

‘It’s okay. It won’t take too long,’ he taunted you, his chuckle making you sick.

A part of you tried to convince you that this was a sick joke, a nightmare, but the voices said otherwise and for the first time, they sounded less mocking and more desperate to make you see the monster behind the charming facade.

You dug your nails into Prince Chenle’s arms, but he didn’t budge, so you quickly moved on to his face until your body still had the energy to fight. You scratched his cheeks, pushed his head to the right, and went for his eyes. But the more determined you became to survive, the more amused his laughter sounded.

‘You signed your father’s death. How does it feel? To know that he will die because of you?’ He asked before he leaned down to press a kiss in the corner of your mouth.

You bit into his lip and kept pulling on it with your teeth so harshly, you could feel the iron taste of his blood in your mouth. He pressed his knee against your lungs harder.

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”

You didn’t understand what was happening. You didn’t understand his reasons and the sudden change in his behavior, but you knew you wanted your father to be safe. You tried to kick him with your legs, push him off yourself with your arms, but he was too strong. Your head started to hurt from suffocation while your vision was already a bit blurry. The voices were screaming at you, scolding you for being so weak, but you couldn’t kill him. Heartbroken, you wanted nothing more than to swim back to your father and beg for his forgiveness. You wanted to see Yangyang and Kun.

Although you were certain that you were still on the shore, it felt like your lungs were getting filled with water. You furrowed your brows, eyes wide in horror. Prince Chenle’s hands weren’t around your neck anymore. They were pointed at you, fingers curled.

You coughed up water. It was salty on the tip of your tongue.

‘I should thank you I guess. Without you, I might have never gotten my happy ending,’ he mocked you, reciting the words you had told the sea witch when she had asked you about your heart’s desire. ‘It’s all thanks to you, love.’

When he balled his fists, your coughs became more aggressive. The water burned your lungs and your tears ran down on your cheeks.

Your death tasted like home.

the end.

#chenle x you #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #chenle x reader #halloween stories #royalty au #greek gods au #the little mermaid #fluff #horror #ssbyme #nct scenarios #nct dream #chenle

[armyangxls]

Halloween Sleepover

Cindy Burman x Plus Size reader

Warning(s) : Swearing

Word Count : 2082

Summary : The reader and JSA have a Halloween sleepover, with some love confessions for certain anti-hero

You stood on the doorstep of Courtney’s house, ready for the Halloween sleepover.

You knock at Courtney’s door.

“Y/n! You look awesome! Amazing costume!” Courtney said, opening the door in cat ears, a black dress over a green long sleeved shirt.

“Thank you! Court you look awesome too!” You said, smiling.

“Thank you! And feel at home, sit on the couch, or whatever! I still have a few more things to get ready. Do you mind getting the door if I’m not down here? Also, Rick has to do something else tonight so just us five!” Courtney said, smiling with her blonde curls bouncing as she moved. “Okay! Yeah, of course!” You said as Courtney walked up the stairs. You walked over to the couch in the living room, sitting down, taking your backpack off, and putting it beside you.

Soon you heard a knock on the door, you practically jumped up, walking to the door, and opened it to Beth and Yolanda. Beth in a purple dress with iridescent fairy wings, and Yolanda in a goldish dress, and a blue cardigan with a crown on her head.

“Hii! You guys look amazing, gorgeous!” You said, smiling.

“Thank you! You look amazing, gorgeous too!” Beth said beaming, and bear hugged you.

“Yeah! You do! And Thank you y/n! Courtney and I picked out each other’s costumes!” Yolanda said, smiling, Beth pulled Yolanda into the hug.

“Ahhh I’m soo happy we’re doing this! I’ve been wanting to do this forever!” Beth said as you all pulled away from the hug, wrapping her arm with yours

“Me too!” You said.

“Umm, where’s Court?” Yolanda asked, smiling.

“Upstairs, she had a few more things to get ready!”

“Oh, I think I’ll go help her!” Yolanda said, pointing to the stairs.

“I’ll come with you! Are you coming with us, y/n/n?”

“I’m gonna wait for Cindy!” You said.

“You’re so nice!” Yolanda said, half joking.

“Thanks!” You said, laughing.

“I can stay down here with you!” Beth said,

“No, it’s fine! You can go!” You said, gently squeezing her hand.

Beth slowly pulled her arm back, then her and Yolanda walked upstairs.

You walked over to the stairs sitting on one of the steps.

~

The minutes passed slowly but oddly fast, probably your mind running left and right thinking of Cindy.

Cindy was the girl you slowly fell in love with as she got closer to the group and sure you swore you never fall for a popular weird jock but technically she wasn’t a bad weird, plus the jock you fully meant was a smelly probably homophobic football jock guy and she’s a lovely probably gay gorgeous cheerleader. You had shared so many stolen glances although you felt that she was gazing into the distance just in your direction, plus some small touches, weirdly flirty texts at least you thought they were, you've never been great at telling tones. You had been wanting and trying to ask her out for… a long time, maybe tonight would be the night you finally face your fears and get the words out. You were kicked out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. You jumped from your seat, stumbling over your own feet trying to straighten out your outfit while walking towards the door.

You swung open the door and there stood Cindy Burman in a white dress that was an exact replica of Jennifer’s dress from Jennifer’s Body with fake blood, and white gloves.

“Hey y/n!” Cindy said, smiling, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. ”Oh gosh she’s so gorgeous!” you thought, your mind and heart racing as fast as a cheetah.

“Hi-i, Cindy!” You said, stuttering from nerves, moving out of the way so she could come in, she walked in, and you closed the door behind her.

“Sabrina Spellman?” She asked as you turned back to her.

“Y-yeah!” You said, smiling. She touched the side of your face, your heart skipping a beat.

“I love that show! And you look gorgeous!” She said smiling, looking at you like you were a painting made of gold.

“You do? That’s awesome! And T-thank you! Y-you look g-gorgeous too!“ You said.

“Jennifer’s body?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah! A gay horror icon!” She said, smirking, Your heart skipped a beat at that.

“Sh-she really is!” You said, she nodded in agreement.

“Umm are you gay?” You said, staring at her. “Why did I say it like that?” You thought.

“Yeah, I’m a lesbian!” She said, softly smiling.

“C-cool! Cool!” You said. You both stared deeply into each other’s eyes daring one another to say something or do something.

“We’re done! Everything’s done!” Courtney said, breaking the silence, standing at the top of the stairs with Beth and Yolanda.

“Oh, hey Cindy!” Courtney said, smiling.

“Um. Hey!” Cindy responded, pulling her eyes from you to look at the rest of the group.

“You guys coming?” Beth asked.

“Yeah! After you.” Cindy said, holding an arm in front Insinuating for you to go ahead.

“No, after you!” You said, smiling.

“No! After you!” Cindy said, winking.

“O-okay! If you insist!” You said, awkwardly smiling, walking towards the stairs and up them, while forgetting how the heck a person walks.

“You okay? too much crushing on her?” Courtney whispered to you, as you got to the top of the steps,

You did the cut-it-out motion with your hand, then went back to smiling as Cindy was beside you.

You had told the whole group except Rick that you liked Cindy but Rick probably heard you rambling about it to Courtney, Yolanda, And Beth, Rick disliked any conversations about love except if it was with Beth or about Beth.

~

Courtney sat on the corner of her bed by the pillows, her back facing the wall with Yolanda beside her on the wall side, Cindy sat on the other side of Courtney by the pillows with you beside her, and Beth sat near the middle of the bed.

“How about we tell some spooky stories?” Courtney as you all got comfortable in your spots.

“Yeah, I would love that!” You said, wiggling your arms in excitement.

“Sounds cool!” Yolanda said.

“Sure!” Beth said.

”Yess!” “I have a great one to tell!” Cindy said, smirking, as thunder rumbled outside.

“It was a dark stormy night. A girl named Tara was home alone, her parents were out of town, She had just gone to a new Carnival in town that had a clown with the most terrifying stare which he had been staring at her the whole time she was there, weirdly somehow always near her everywhere she went.

She suddenly heard a knock on the door, she slowly walked to the window near the door, looking out there was no one. She walked to the door and there was no one, so she closed the door and locked it she went back to the living room, sitting down on the couch, and scrolled through her phone, suddenly an amber alert went off on her for an escaped murderer, she clicked the link, a picture showed up on the website with the clown from the carnival she gasped, her heart beating out of her chest. Creek! went a floorboard in the hallway to the kitchen, she snapped her head up seeing that very, terrifying killer clown.” Cindy told the story.

“That was sooo creepy!” Courtney said, shivering.

“I’m gonna have nightmares!” Beth said.

“Agreed and same! Cindy, you truly have some darkness in you!” Yolanda said,

“Thank you!” Cindy said, flipping her hair back behind her shoulder.

“I loved it! It was sooo creepy!” You said,

“You sure you’re not too scared?” Cindy asked, wiggling her fingers at you.

“Yes, I’m sure! I'm a horror fan!” You said smugly.

Suddenly you heard a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” Courtney wearily asked, the door slowly creaked open, you turned to look, your heart beating fast at the eerie sound, there stood a shadowy person standing there.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!” You, Beth, and Courtney screeched. You scooted super close to Cindy, your arms and legs touching making your body fire up and heartbeat go even faster. You leaned on her scared, she then wrapped her arm around you without you realizing.

“Whoa, My ears! What happened? Why are you guys screaming?” You heard Pat say, flipping the switch on the wall on. You all took a breath of relief seeing Pat standing there and not some killer clown or Eclipso.

“We were telling scary stories and then you scared us, Pat!” Courtney said, giggling.

“Yeah, super scared us!” You said, laughing.

“Not me though!” Cindy said, putting her head on your shoulder, your breath hitched in your throat, your body becoming hyper-aware of her touch, you then realized her arm was around you, and your heart started beating so fast you heard it banging in your ears.

“Okay well, I was just making sure you guys were doing okay.” Pat said,

“Yeah, we’re fine!” Courtney said, smiling.

“Alright.” He said, leaving the room and closing the door.

“Are you okay? You scared? Your heart is beating super fast.” Cindy asked,

“The story isn’t why it’s beating fast.” You said, looking in the complete opposite direction of her.

The rest of the group's ears perked up at that.

“Wanna go get some snacks?” Yolanda asked, wiggling her eyebrows

“But we already- oh yeah let’s go!” Beth started to point out that they already had some, then realized what she actually meant.

“Yeah! I’ll come too! Courtney said, scrambling off the bed as Beth and Yolanda got off the bed walking to the door.

”Good luck!” Courtney mouthed to you, as they all walked out of the room.

“What do you mean?” Cindy asked, moving to sit in front of you facing you.

You slowly took a deep breath.

“Umm I.. uhh I… it’s because I like you, really like you.” You said, looking down at your hands.

“Wait, you actually like me?” Cindy said, softly smiling,

“Yeah! Wait, you thought I didn’t like you?” You asked, looking back up at her.

“Well yeah, not many people actually like me, you know being a mean girl and villain? Antihero, I don’t know! And you being a sweet, loving, gorgeous… angel! I really like you too!” Cindy said, gently grabbing your hands.

“You’re amazing! And really?” You asked, squeezing her hands.

“Really!” She said, smiling, letting your hands go, putting her hands on your cheeks.

“You only kill boys right?” You said, laughing.

“Yeah, and I fall in love with girls!” She said, smiling and laughing. She leaned closer to you, and your lips met hers they were soft as mashmellow, the feeling of anxiousness and fear washed away, and a calm and loving peacefulness replaced it. You both pulled apart from the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes in love despite you always hating eye contact with it being so overwhelming, sharing eye contact with her felt peaceful and calm.

Beth, Yolanda, and Courtney walked through the door holding a bowl of popcorn.

“Finally!” They all said at the same time cheering.

“Oh hush!” You said, laughing. Cindy moved to sit beside you again, wrapping her around your plush waist.

“Well congrats!” Courtney said, smiling sitting where she was before.

“Yeah!” Beth and Yolanda said at the same time, As they sat down on the bed.

“Wanna watch Halloween?” Cindy asked, smirking.

“Yes! It wouldn’t be Halloween without Michael Myers.” You said, smiling.

“Yesss! Literally!” Yolanda said, smiling.

“But I need to change first, I need to be super comfy!” Beth said, pushing up her glasses up her nose.

“Me too!” You, Courtney, Yolanda, and Cindy weirdly said at the same time, laughing.

“And I need to get the air mattresses ready!” Courtney said.

~

You and the rest of the group had changed into comfy clothes, Courtney got air mattresses ready with a twin mattress and queen air mattress, Courtney and Yolanda laid down in Courtney’s bed, and Beth laid on the twin bed with flower sheets on them.

You and Cindy laid down on the queen air mattress with purple sheets, Cindy wrapped her arm around your plush waist, and you rested your head on Cindy's chest messing with her hair, with Halloween intro playing, and thunder rumbled outside.

“Happy Halloween Cindy!” You said, looking at her as rain gently hit the window.

“Happy Halloween love!” She said, kissing the top of your head.

Note(s) : Happy Halloween!! Sorry for the late fanfic! I hope you guys like it!!

Taglist : @legaciesedits3 @miszswan @thenorserose

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[razputin-vodello-au-archive]

So, October has arrived and I feel like I should contribute to the spookyness of the season. Last year, I had plans for a real gory vampire AU story - featuring my favorite psychonauts ship Frazie x Norma. But due to running out of time, I never got around to it.

And while I don't have any sort of first draft on file, I still got the story in my head. I got a lot of time before All Hallow's Eve, soooo....

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #halloween stories #halloween story #halloween fic