#small town creepypasta au

[startheskelaton]

Doodles of the older brothers! They are able to look like humans to other humans and Monsters to other monsters. However it takes a lot of focus to be able to keep the illusion up

#digital art #drawing #illustration #fanart #artists on tumblr #fantasy #art #oc #web comic #creepy pasta #slenderman creepypasta #slender mythos #slender man creepy pasta #slenderverse #aaron small town creepy pasta au #tim small town au #aaron small town au #Brian small town au #small town creepypasta au #creepy pasta au #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

We need facts about YANDERE CREEPYPASTA ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU!!! Only if you want to and take your time. I just got really excited hearing this as I love zombie movies

Something Short (Zombie AU Introduction)

Author's Note: I've had this AU idea for months, but I just never got to it.

Warnings: Murder, Torture, Sexual Harrasment, Kidnapping, Human Trafficking (Mentions), Mental Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Human Experiments, Gore, Physical Abuse, Manipulation, Dehumanization, Sadism, Being Held To Extremely High Standards, Dictatorship, And Obession

Ok, so. I picture the virus that caused the whole outbreak to be a mixture between the walking dead zombies, and the Train to Busan zombies, you know.

Now, you're pretty much one of the few who survived the outbreak. You and your two brothers are wondering around looking for a permanent place of residence. You found one society, but it was destroyed soon after you got there.

In this AU, EJ is the leader of a cannibalistic city. They live in a heavily fortified town somewhere in Pennsylvania. EJ is the doctor and leader of this colony. One day you and your brothers get kidnapped by a few of their members, and you only survived because EJ took an interest in you. Your brothers were kept alive as a way to keep you in line, but you knew they were barely surviving.

One day, your brothers escaped, leaving you behind. Once you escape, your main motivation is reuniting with your brothers, or at least find out what happened to them.

You were trapped with EJ for about 8 months, and those months were hell. Unlike my other AUs and Canon were EJ puts up a fake mask of kindness and care, Zombie AU EJ is heartless right off the bat. It's the end of the world, you either do what he tells you, or you're tonight's dinner. So, you're now labeled as his pet, even the other civilizations know about you, the poor pet of Cannubal King. You would constantly be a victim to his twisted experiments, but after each one he'd comfort you. His constant switched in personality and behavior is what makes you have a blurred perspective of him. In this AU, EJ is the one you're most terrified of, not the Proxies.

Now, the Proxies are opportunist. They are the people in the apocalypse to kill, kidnap and sell people as a way to make it buy. They're the most dangerous to look for because they're doing anything to survive. After 8 months past, you're able to escape. You end up wondering around for about 3 days before you find a little shed in the woods. When you get there, the shed is filled with a decent amount of food and water. However, as you inspect a small can, you're whacked in the head with a crow bar. When you wake up, three men are standing in front of you. They all discuss what their going to do to you before they agree to keep you. The Proxies are no stranger to keeping pets, but each one of them have died in someway, and you're just another replacement. Out of all the proxies though, Toby ends up becoming completely in love and obsessed with you, while Masky and Hoodie have a more possessive, sexual obsession with you.

Ben is the leader of a tech society. His society was able to keep electricity and tech running, making the most advanced civilization. However, getting in is extremely hard, and being a citizen there sucks. Ben is a dictator. If you hold no use to him, you're getting sent out into the heard. You disobey or betray him, sent to the Cannibal Colony. And not to mention, he had eyes and ears everywhere. Everyone in the city has to do their part if they want to stay, and if you don't, Oh well. Also, being one of Ben's favorites sucks even more. If he likes you for your skill or talent, he holds you to an impossible standard, and he enjoys to watch those people try so hard to meet it. No one is ever good enough for him, and he'll gladly torture those who can't obey. If he likes you for his sexual desires, you're running on his schedule. He expects you to do your own work, and fulfill his desires.

So, how do you two meet? You actually met back when you were with EJ. Just like in every AU, Jeff, EJ, and Ben are all really close friends, and EJ paid a visit to Ben in order to collect new Tech. There you caught Ben's eyes. Ben joked with EJ, saying that if he ever got bored of you, he'll gladly take you. He would never hide his stares, and always made his intentions with you painfully clear. He would never do anything to you physically since he likes and respects EJ to much, but he meant what he said when he told EJ that he'd take you if he didn't want you anymore.

LJ is a loner, but what he does is kinda weird. LJ stays in a abandoned fair ground. Rides and attractions are still up. Thanks to Ben, LJ is able to keep the tech working, and it often attracts wonders. LJ collects walkers and uses them for his circus shows. Anyone who stumbles upon his grounds are welcomed to stay. So, there's often people hanging out there because, 1, free food, 2, fun rides, 3, protection from walkers, and 4, entertainment. Once there's enough people, LJ holds a circus show. In this show, LJ summons a gas that drugs everyone for a short period of time. During this time, LJ takes some members of the audience, steals everyone's weapons, and ties them down to their chairs. Then, he uses the people he kidnapped for his twisted little show. Some people would be eaten by walkers, others would be forced to do extremely dangerous stunts, and the rest would just be brutally tortured. But at the end of the show, everyone in the tent would be dead. Now rinse and repeat, and that's what LJ does.

You and your brothers came across LJ's circus, but you guys left after a short while, not aware that you almost lost your lives.

Liu are kinda like mercenary. Liu gathers Intel for other groups, kidnaps people, and sells people just to get by. He's never in one place for too long, and many fall for his charm and charisma. His most consistent client is Ben, and Ben considers him a member of his city, even though Liu begs to differ.

How did you two meet? Jeff had dragged Liu to the proxies place due to the Proxies not keeping the end of a deal they made. You were watching from a top the stairwell when Liu noticed you. Liu is a hard-core sadist and doesn't really care about love or sex, violence his thing due to Sully's influence. But I can see him instantly falling for you. I feel like before Sully manifested, Liu was such a lover boy, but I can see him always being a blunt and manipulative bastard. Despite Jeff being Liu for support, Liu just stared at you as you sat ontop of the stares quietly, hoping that he would take his eyes off you.

Jeff is another wonderer. He could deadass care less about the apocalypse. He's normally by himself, in a cabin, either getting high or murdering people he comes across. He's deadass chilling.

Just like Ben, Jeff met you through EJ. Jeff doesn't really have any feelings towards you at the moment since he doesn't pay much attention to you, but that will slowly change.

QNow, last major plot idea. Since EJ is a doctor, and Ben is the tech guy, I can see the two of them looking for a cure to the virus. But, they often use random people as experiments for these. Back when you were with EJ, you were forced to witness them, and in one test, the person starting to develop sores and bumps all over their body, and it got so bad that they ended up swelling up like a balloon.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x you #yandere creepypasta x reader #homicidal liu x reader #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #masky x y/n #masky x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x y/n #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #yandere jeff the killer #yandere ticci toby #yandere masky #yandere hoodie #Yandere homicidal liu #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned x you #ben drowned x y/n #Something Short Series #.Zombie Apocalypse AU

[crushedsweets]

Go crazy abt Bonnie (and others) free space ask

alright dia. fine. fine. fine. you got me. alright. here's bonnibel. also credit to @necroromantics for the reference sheet I filled out (and like half of the shit i fill out for this)

here's the cast and their creators... Bonnibel, Dia (@diasartstuff), Shannon (@daydreamteardrop), Scout (@.), Joy (@jumping-joey1104), Tobin (@necroromantics), Tali (@clockeyedtoy), Nico (@redevilries), and Tommie (@deepsix-art) ! some other artists and friends made some OCs in the server too but i didnt get the chance to add them to the height chart </3

so basically. my friends and i came up with this little slenderverse . @creepedverse is my enemies account with a lil more details on it. (we call it CRV for short)

the story is set in 2008 and basically follows a random cast of people in a small town called Farnbury, Alabama. everyone comes together cuz everyone is getting fucked over by slenderman in some way, whether it be directly them or their loved ones.

Bonnie's entire thing is being haunted by slendersick ghosts, but not having the sickness herself. When she meets members of the cast who ARE slendersick, she gets hopeful that they'll be able to help her. unfortunately, not everyone is as excited to get rid of this issue. . . She’s not really a “creepypasta”, just a victim to circumstance. With a body count of one, I guess

heres some more stuff ive scrambled together... and my friends have made some really awesome maps, animations, etc for this AU! i dunno who has posted what, but this is what I work on when im not doing Creeped LOL

The jester-looking cryptid in the last two pictures are @creepspastaarts oc, Creep!

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta oc #creepedverse #personal #chatterbox #asks

[creepedverse]

🗝️ — CREEPEDVERSE ¿

A Creepypasta/Slenderverse AU // ASKS ARE OPEN

i. THE PLOT

CRV follows a cast of characters who live in a small Alabama town called Farnbury. They all have their own stories, motives, relationships towards The Slenderman and each other.

Present day, the year is 2008 in Farnbury, Alabama. A small farmtown population of around 6k. There's a forest on the other side of the highway. Everybody knows better than to go near there.

Nobody knows much about it, and nobody really wants to. Either they completely deny it's existence, or pretend they don't know about it. It's better not to talk about it. Just lock your doors at night, make sure your kids don't talk to the trees, ignore the screaming coming from the forest. And if the people around you start to appear faceless, and your nose starts to bleed, you're better off getting out of town and never looking back.

ii. THE CAST

- Tobin Lawsen, an insensitive idiot who tends to run his mouth. Created by @necroromantics.

- Tali Marks, a cruel girl who makes her own way in the world. Created by @clockeyedtoy.

- Nico Nakai, the nowhere girl, the songbird, the girl you turn into when you have nowhere left to run. Created by @necroixe.

- Dia Medici, the superstitious town artist, and the most loyal friend anyone in Farnbury can have. Created by @diasartstuff.

- Thomas Barclay, the breathing brick wall, the animal with teeth as sharp as knives that chooses not to bite. Created by @deepsix-art.

-Bonnibel Hayes, sick with ghosts and Apple Antique antics. Created by @crushedsweets.

-Shannon Jones, the lost yet gentle girl, looking to make things right. Created by @daydreamteardrop.

-Joy Bennett, always looking for her second option, just to let others choose for her. Created by @jumping-joey1104

-Scout, stuck in her bedroom blogging about the local unknown. Created by @lcvenderrot

- Blythe Waldrop, a porcelain little doll, perfectly preserved from the past. Created by @yvezwiebel

- (more tba)

iii. TERMS OF USAGE

Since this AU is a personal project, we ask that you remain respectful towards our OCs. Please do not create anything NSFW or harmful including our characters and do not steal or rewrite the characters. Please also credit us if you use our characters in any way.

Things such as fanart, edits, taking loose inspiration for your own creations, etc are completely fine and appreciated with respect to the terms (and tag us so we can see too!). If you have any other questions regarding our boundaries, feel free to ask :]

iv. LINKS

Open Ask Box and Rules Canon Masterlist Fanart Masterlist

#creepedverse #creepypasta oc #creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta ocs #creepypasta original character #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta aus #slenderverse #slenderman

[technical-err0r]

An AU to @thatluckyboi and I's multi-fandom crossover.

EJ outfit in the apocalypse au. (Basically, it's the same outfit but with more bandages and the sack.)

Okay Ima briefly go over the multi-fandom my platonic husband and I created. So it's fnaf, Spooky Month, and creepypastas all in the same universe. I believe it takes place in the town shown in Spooky Month with it maybe close to or attached to a bigger/medium sized city. Which allows the fnaf (Fazbear Fright's or fnaf 3) and the creepypastas. Error (my persona) lives in a small apartment within the city and is the nightguard for Fazbear Frights. Leo works/owns his own mortuary. The lore of Spooky Month and fnaf is basically the same. @thatluckyboi has their own version of Bob, which I don't know all the detials of, so go ask him or his @ask-leo-williamson blog. I have changed Springtrap (William Afton) a little bit, I just goofed him a little to fit my style and crap. EJ is highly personalized and is my own headcanons which has very little to do with his original online stories. Ask if you want more info, or I'll probably make a blog later explaining my headcanons and crap.

#meh stuff #creepypasta #au #creepypasta fanart #spooky month? kinda #spooky month oc #fnaf au #fnaf if you squit even then

[mfmango]

fun mango fact I live laugh love ej x liu and I wanna make art of them so fucking bad but I have like. Severe art block and I DONT like it.

they're just so cute and it's like ejekshahsn it's even better if you know about or I've told u my ver of creepypasta chars/my au

I'm gonna infodump while I'm at it

my ver of ej is nigerian/russian (russian from chernobog, his father of sorts, his mother was just a nice Nigerian woman lmao) and he's like. 27, he's also like 7 feet fucking tall lmfao did most of med school and his medical knowledge is like rlly good n shit, he's really caring especially when it comes to liu and he's also really protective. He has locs, dark brown and he puts jewellery in them sometimes

he has dark grey skin and full lips, the top one being a darker grey, (skin color is #45413F, top lip is #302D2C and bottom lip is a combo of top lip and #403230) he's also like extremely muscular. he spends a lot of time working out and he has really good stamina (this is both a win for liu and a loss. iykyk)

He's very warm and he has a deep voice, not like corpse husband deep but like. He sounds like MC Ren (the N.W.A member) but a little deeper

liu is like the complete opposite of Jack in my au. He's skinny as shit and before he met Jack his ribcage was dead ass showing, after he met Jack and started eating a bit more he gained a small amount of weight, but was still kinda underweight, my version of Liu is ftm btw, hasn't physically transitioned apart from hormones

he's also like 5'7

Liu's like. 22, he has a few scars on his face and all over his body, and he has pretty severe eye bags but that doesn't mean he ain't pretty. mf looks like a dream.

he makes money by helping jeff deal and shit

liu (and jeff) is/are polish. Very polish might I add

Jack speaks both Russian and Yoruba (a bit of igbo/ndi igbo, he picked it up from another Nigerian friend in highschool before the chernobog genes kicked in)

so if liu swears at Jack in polish, Jack will respond in Russian and they'll still understand what eachother is saying cause a lot of slavic languages are similar

their height difference goes hard as fuck though LMFAOO

jack is like rlly good at cooking but he prefers liu's cooking, they're both good tho

Jack doesn't let ANYONE touch his locs (jeff tried once when he was high lol bro almost got his hands cut off) except liu, but he's still careful lol

lius kind of blunt and a bit monotone at times, Jack doesn't mind much tho

they're not perfect, they can be a bit toxic at times, jack holds more power in the relationship but it works in their situation

Jack has a tendency to like. hold liu and cuddle him and tell him how he'd do anything to see him smile etc etc

they're killers, they're freaks they're not gonna have a perfectly happy relationship, no relationship is perfect

also they don't live in the slendermansion or whatever lol

Jack used to but he moved in w Liu and lius been living in this like. lowk luxurious cabin in the forest lol

lius a bit scared of heights, Jack still picks him up for the hell of it

liu wears a lot of Jack's clothes for the sake of comfort, jack carries things that belong to liu , like pens or photos of him whenever he's out on a mission (he does assassin stuff), regardless of if he's gone for a short time or a while

jack brings stuff home. it could be books, notebooks/sketchbooks, food, etc.

liu doesn't go out much. he likes staying at home, he can go out in public safely for the most of it, he only ever goes out into towns for groceries or emergencies

jack cannot keep his hands off liu lmao, he has to be holding onto him one way or another

if u managed to read this whole thing just be my mutual already

#eyeless jack x homicidal liu #homicidal liu x eyeless jack #its 3am #ej x liu #jack x liu #jackliu #mfmango

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypasta au ramblings

Including some ideas, headcannons, potential plot stuff, ect ect

Gotta get the brain juices flowing and written down somewhere

Okay so. Admittedly, I haven't really been working on the au that much, due to my hyper fixiation on the owl house taking up my brain. And that'll likely still be the case with the upcoming finale so.. yeah!

Anyways, with what I have now;

I already know this is going to be a written collection of various connected stories; as opposed to a comic <\3

If my experience with making comics in the past says anything to me, is that it'll crash and burn before any of the juicy stuff happens.. and I'll get burnt out incredibly fast

Only downside to sticking to a written format is that a lot of these characters have redesighs <\3

Not big ones, most carry their basic look that just about everyone knows

Save for Kagekao and Laughing Jill

Good news is, Kagekao, as of now, doesn't have a role.. yet.. maybe.. again, I'm still figuring out the overarching story

Bad news: Laughing Jill is actually a huge roll in one of the side plots (more on that later). She still holds the same basic design elements as her canon design has: black and white clown gal

Only difference between the real design and my take is that Laughing Jill is a funky ragdoll; and she's small because.. yk, she's a doll. Can literally fit inside a decent sized backpack (again, will elaborate on this later)

Though of course I suppose I could just

Describe her as small

(I'm dumb and writing this as I think)

Moving on

I also want to do different plots and side things that all either connect to larger story, or show different perspectives and such; maybe each chapter switching from one characters POV to another

And I already have a long term plot! For... two specific characters

I want there to be a side thing where Jane is trying to hunt down Jeff and put an end to him for

Well

You know

Offing her parents

Along the way she stumbles into Jill, and the two team up to find the dude; along with Jane trying to balance her goal and everyday life. Because unlike most of the other characters, she lives a very normal life otherwise... when you don't look at her past. She has a job, she lives in her own apartment, she's gotten her education. Other than gunning for Jeff, she has no interest in taking the lives for others. So with Janes chapters it'll likely follow both settings/sides of her life

Speaking of settings

Locations

I don't know where exactly it would take place; country/town wise.. it may be spread out across different areas since itd be odd if all these creatures and stuff were living in the same place; gotta dispurse them or people will just. Leave the area

Yk?

But as for like

Actual places that the characters will be interacting in will be anywhere from towns, woods, eft ect

And yes

Because this is a mix of fanon and canon

The slender mansion will be in this au

Although probably not in the way most people interpret it; it won't really be a safe house for every creepypasta character buuuuut im still working on the way i should execute it

Probably make it a hotel of sorts; for most characters its not a permanent home. Be it they dont wish to stay, or they arent welcome there

Moving on, Im gonna write masky/tim and hoodie/brian the same way i do in my silly imagines and hc posts; treat the proxy as a separate personality from the person. Each having their own set of morals, behaviors, and memories; not too dissimilar to how MH shows them off IIRC

Though these versions of them are a mix of MH and CRP since I enjoy both renditions, as a fan of both materials. Plus I feel like if this did become something, a few of yall would be upset if i didnt have them... plus theyre fun to write

Speaking of characters that 100% wont be in the au, for various reasons, are:

Ticci Toby: because I just don't really jive with him like i used to, and the character has more or less been ruined for me by others.... though theres a chance he MAY appear, its just HIGHLY unlikely

Clockwork: she just makes me uncomfortable

Off*nderman: do i really need to elaborate on why I'm not adding him?

Really those are the main 3 I have beef with, but

Yeah

Anyways

Yeah idk what else to type but

!!

Hopefully I'll have more ideas cooked up soon

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #crp

[theharrowing]

The Hooksborough Demon 🤍 1: An Introduction

You and two friends ventured into the location of an urban legend with the intention of exploring an abandoned building and having a laugh at small town lore for clout.

But after a series of mysterious events, you have turned to a forum a year later to try to piece everything together, and to find out what the fuck happened to Yoongi & Jimin.

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🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader 🤍 word count: 550 + comments 🤍 paranormal au, urban legend au, found footage horror, gore, poly, smut, nsfw, 21+ 🤍 warnings: disappearance & possible major character death, mental instability, unreliable narrator 🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🤍 posted dec. 2021 | read on ao3

Home / Local Legends / The Hooksborough Demon / The Hooksborough Three

An Introduction (posted by TH3 on 12/27/2021)

As the only known surviving member of “The Hooksborough Three,” I have decided to try to figure out what happened to my friends, Yoongi Min and Jimin Park. Although there has been an ongoing investigation for the last year, the cops have not found anything that may help locate either of them. 

It is for this reason that I am going to use this forum to outline everything in case someone can pick up on any clue that I may miss in the process. Maybe someone reading this knows something more about this legend, and they can help me figure it out. 

There have been a lot of questions surrounding the disappearance of my friends. I am not really sure how to address any of them directly; I just want to try to make sense of everything. Although this is still an open investigation, the footage has finally been released back into my custody, so I am going to watch it for the first time and detail everything I see here.

The legend goes: If you see The Hooksborough Demon, you will exit this plane of existence, or dimension, or whatever, and you will enter his. Or, you will die, I guess. I don't really know. 

We all thought it was stupid, which is why we went into the abandoned mall in the first place. But Yoongi was behind the camera and claimed to see weird shit, and then Jimin watched the footage later, and…well, things happened. They are both gone. So, for this reason, I am not going to be posting any clips here. Instead, I will be transcribing everything I see, and attempting to piece together the events that took place afterward through old journals and texts. If by chance their disappearances were linked to what we captured in the video, I should still be able to get through all of the footage before whatever happened to them happens to me.

At this point, I am not sure whether I believe in the urban legend or not, but I would rather not take my chances and expose anyone else to it. I guess we will find out in time if anything happened to the cops who watched it. I told them not to.

In the meantime, please do not break into the Hooksberry Mall property and go filming like we did. If you want to know what happened there, I will do my best to detail it here. Please just stay the hell away from that place. Learn from our mistakes.

Comments:

giriiboyy on 12/27/2021 where were you for the last year?

squishycat on 12/27/2021 haven't you seen blair witch project? you should know better than to seek this shit out. it's no wonder something terrible happened smh.

ameoba on 12/27/2021 @.squishycat that's a movie you dumbass.

hiromi_20 on 08/21/2022 yesss i've been itching for a good new creepypasta. it's obv fake but well written so don't stop op!  

// Sometimes, you can still hear his voice.

"It's okay, jagiya. I'm here. Let's go backwards, can you do that?"

z, y, x, w, v, u... It grounds you, even still. Even after a year.

"Backwards is too easy, how about my alphabet? Keep breathing."

giyeuk...nieun...d-diget...rieul... The room smells like lavender. There are cars outside, their tires are whooshing in the rain. mieum...bieup...shiot... Your hands are shaking. The light from the computer monitor is bright. It is going to be alright. You just need to find them. ieng...jiet...chiet... Once you find them it is going to be alright. kieuk...tiet...piep...hiet... You just need to find them. //

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The Hooksborough Demon is copyright 2021 theharrowing, all rights reserved.  Don’t be a silent reader! I love to hear from you! 

#yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #yoonmin x reader #yoongi smut #jimin smut #bts smut #paranormal fanfic #found footage fanfic #fic: the hooksborough demon

[neo-shitty]

back before sundown — l.mh

prompt. #1 - holding their hands when they are shaking for anon​ (milestone event)

description. today was a nice day. just you, minho, the woods and its occupant. | entry for @districtninewriters​ spooky room (week #48) & @stayhavens​ unexpected guest event

pairings. lee minho x gender neutral reader

genre. slight fluff...then, horror, creepypasta/slenderman au, established relationship au :D

notes & warnings. mentions of paranormal entities, violence, usage of knives, graphic descriptions of blood and gore. reader’s discretion is advised. | inspired by this bailey sarian episode , beta-read by @masterninjacow​ and @fullsunfluff​ (thank you again! :”>)

word count. 1.4k

Today was a nice day. Just you, Minho, and the woods. 

The forest sat right at the edge of town, where the houses became few and far between the closer you got. You’ve managed to race through the fields without being detected, both by the landowners and your parents back home. 

You were convinced your heart was going to leap out of your rib cage at any given moment. It thumped so rapidly that your chest began to hurt. Yet you were smiling and panting as the wind blew your hair back. Minho would occasionally glance at you, a smirk adorning his lips as he dragged you through the dirt roads leading to the outskirts of the little town — one hand intertwined with yours, and the other gripping the handle of the basket made up of woven wicker.

It was just a picnic with Minho. But with your parents’ disapproval towards him and your relationship together, the little afternoon out became so much more than that. It was much more thrilling, exhilarating.

You broke through the barrier between field and forest, where the surroundings dimmed with the lack of direct sunlight making it to the ground. The temperature dropped along with it. You both began to slow down, matching each other’s pace as you trekked down the path leading further into the woods. You were far enough into the woods to know that if anyone had been following you then, they would’ve crossed into the woods now too. But no one followed; there was nothing but silence behind you. 

“It’ll be fine,” he muttered, his breath fogging up the air between the both of you. 

You stared up at him, pursing your lips into a thin line. You’ve never blatantly disobeyed your parents until today. A million scenarios clouded your head, each one being worse than the last. What punishment awaited you when you got back? Would they lock you up in your room? 

“We'll be back before sundown, ______. I promise.”

Minho gripped your hand to snap you back into focus. His hand was warm against your cold ones; so was the small smile of his that you’ve come to love. But his eyes were empty, standing out like a mismatched piece of a jigsaw puzzle. 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Is something wrong, Minho?”

Your voice was quiet and yet it startled. He answered with only a shake of his head. 

You found a small clearing deep within the woods, a small patch on the ground where a tree should’ve grown but didn’t. It would’ve been the perfect summer picnic spot. You could imagine the golden streaks of sunlight seeping through the spaces between the leaves, warming the area enough so you wouldn’t shiver like you did now. All around you these natural spotlights would vanquish the fog and brighten the dreary unsaturated hue fall had painted the forest in. The seemingly thick cloud crawled in from all sides, even obscuring you of the view of the pasteurs you’d just come in from.

“Are you in a rush, babe?” In the time you were gazing out into the view, Minho had already spread out the checkered picnic blanket on the ground and set up a few of your packed meals.

“Gotta get back home,” you thought you heard him murmur. “Gotta get you back home,” he repeated as he got up to check out how everything had been laid out before turning to you. 

He offered you a hand and you sat down on the mat together. You didn’t want to be an unappreciative girlfriend of any sort, but you thought you would’ve enjoyed the sandwich better in the comfort of your home — or his home, it didn’t matter at this point. Your fingers shivered so much you thought the sandwich would fall off your hand. The scenery would’ve been better in the summertime, when the wind didn’t nip at your exposed skin.

Yet you were here in fall, where the ground clouds swirled in the distance and formed figures that disappeared in a blink of an eye. It made the hair in the back of your neck rise, your instincts telling you to make a run for it while you still could. You shook your head, Runaway from what? The figures in the fog were nothing but barks and branches peeking through the thick layers of vapor. It’s all in your head, you told yourself. 

“_____,” Minho whispered, as if uttering your name to the wind was a crime he wasn’t willing to commit. You hummed in reply, back still turned to him.

Run! Now!

“I’m sorry.”

Too late.

The sandwich finally slipped out of your fingers and onto your jeans, the jam leaked from the sides of the loaf and stained the fabric beneath it. The sharp jab on your back just behind your right lung was over just as soon as it happened but the pain lingered, spreading across your back. You sat immobile, breathing quickening as your brain reels to process what had just happened. But breathing was hard with a puncture straight into one of your lungs. 

You managed to turn and the sight that greeted you appalled you. Your lover kneeled behind you, eyes wide but vacant and in his hand was a knife dripping crimson red — blood, you realize, your blood. 

“Minho,” you croaked even when your chest burned with every breath you took.

As if your voice was a trigger, Minho lunged at you again. You fell to the ground, back pressed hard against the forest floor and you cried in pain. It doesn’t snap him out of it. He brought the knife down again, but with quick reflexes you manage to push it away from its original name. The blade gets buried into the ground just a few inches away from your face.

“Minho, stop it!” 

Minho isn’t there anymore. It doesn’t take him long to pull the knife back and bring it down again. This time, he doesn’t miss and your arms go limp. Then he does it again, and again, and again, until all of the separate pains blurred into one. 

It’s all in your head, you told yourself. But Minho was real, he was right there straddling you, and so was the knife that was buried deep in your chest. 

In the haze of your blurred vision, you saw him come to. The light slowly returned to his face and his eyes glossed over as he realized what he had done. He was panic-stricken, horrified beyond his own belief. What had he done? You were sprawled beneath him, head slightly tilted to the side. Your eyelids slowly fluttered open every now and then before they fell back shut, weakened. The hilt of a knife protruded from your chest and around it, your white top had been stained red — like his hands, his arms, and his own t-shirt. The pool of red seeped through the checkered blanket, coating even the dry leaves beneath you with the viscous crimson liquid.

“I’m sorry, _____. I’m sorry, ” he whispered, apologetic and scared. “He made me do it, he made me do it.” He sounded like a broken record.

Then his eyes widened again, like a deer in the headlights. He stared into the distance, at the edge of the fog. You turned your head, it was all you could do. You could barely make out the figure standing there; a tall man, pale-faced, wearing a black suit.

Minho squirmed, pushing himself off you at the sight of the man in a black suit. “I,” he stammered, “I did what you asked. Now leave me alone, please.” Then he was backing away from you, losing his footing every few seconds.

“Minho.” The word barely made it out of your lips. Blood came up your throat, spilling out the side of your mouth and staining your cheek. When you finally managed to turn your head, Minho was already running and sprinting back the way you came. He never looked back, not even once. 

You blinked once, twice, and soon enough Minho had disappeared into the fog. On the third blink, your vision changed and you saw tendrils which you soon realized were legs. Inky black slender legs, too thin to belong to a human. Your ears rang with the sound similar to a radio failing to find decent reception. Static coming closer and closer, louder in volume until it was all your ears could hear. 

Then there was nothing but silence as your heart pumped its last two beats.

You wondered if Minho made it back before sundown unlike you did.

© neo-shitty, 2021

#minho fluff #stray kids fluff #ficscafe #districtninewriters #kwritersworldnet #minho x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #minho drabbles #minho scenarios #skz drabbles #minho imagines #skz imagines #lee minho #stray kids minho #skz minho #stray kids #minho #toff.writes

[world-of-horrors-au]

Thinking about Creep City AU [the creepypasta fic I’m playing with] and trying to decide what the ‘feel’ of the city itself is. Because Slender in this AU doesn’t just own a manor, oh no - he controls an entire city of creeps. And by control I mean he tells them to not burn the place down or kill each other then lets them do whatever they want

So... what’s more interesting for it?

- an 80s cyberpunk style city? - 50s American suburbia, but twisted over the years? - Modern day small town? - Victorian era town? - a mix of a lot of different eras with some theme holding them all together? - something else?

I dunno who’s awake rn but, lemme know what you think

#from coffee #creep city au

[startheskelaton]

Old friend, still friends

#digital art #drawing #illustration #fanart #artists on tumblr #web comic #creepy pasta #slenderman creepypasta #jeff the killer creepypasta #slender #jeff the killer #slenderverse #small town creepypasta au #aaron small town au #Jeff small town au

[project-rosewood-476]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns AU

Hey so this AU is called Every Rose Has Its Thorns. It's a darker and semi-realistic AU It's where Maplehood Creek, a small town with a dark and intricate history, is so intertwined with a place called the pocket where monsters and proxies live it's almost like they're living side by side even though they're not. With a little place called Rosewood Preparatory School at the center of it all. Tabby Anderson, who was a former leader and esteemed Rosewood student has just lost everything recently. Deciding that there's nothing left for her in her town and Rosewood and running on her need to stay alive out of spite and long enough to keep the promises that she made to her friends, she decides to run away. Start over from scratch and give herself the second chance at life that she's always wanted. Little did she know that the opportunity of a lifetime would present itself one fateful night...

Join Tabby as she goes from lone runaway to proxy. As she goes through the process of figuring out this new life with her new acquaintances, goes through the mourning and healing process and struggling to accept her past and move on and goes on a really big mission to infiltrate a school to assassinate someone who's been trying to get Information on the Slenderman. However, things aren't as simple as they seem...As the mission turns complex and somehow connecting to Rosewood Prep and the dark ancient entity that resides there in the heart of the school. As to get rid of the person and the root problem they'd have to destroy the school and Rosewood Prep once and for all and for good. With one mystery unraveling one right after the other and with the help of some old and new friends can Tabby and her newfound friends figure it out and get the job done? Can Tabby finally learn to heal and move on to accept her new life? Can Tabby make the cut? Will she live long enough to accomplish her wishes? Would the proxies be willing to follow her down this strange and dark and wonderful path that she's on? When old loyalties die and new loyalties form and with Tabby's past, present, and future collides could Tabby be a part of something much bigger than she could ever hope for? Will Rosewood claim her and just be another body in the long line? or Will she become the hero that she once was yet again?

This AU is based on an RP I'm doing on Tumblr so updates will be slow. Credit goes to @creepypasta-shtick on Tumblr for some of the ideas and their interpretation of the creepypastas and the Pocket, universe belongs to them. If you have any questions about The Pocket or the Interpretation of their characters and creepypastas go to them on their blog. Maplehood Creek, Rosewood Prep, and Tabby Anderson belong to me.

Ask box is always open for any questions, comments, concerns, and suggestions about the Characters, Plot, places, and the AU itself 😁

#every rose has its thorn #erhit au #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #tabbyanderson #tabby #original character #rosewood prep #the pocket

[animation-is-my-jam]

General stuff about my Future Wordgirl AU (aka I vent about its development and random facts):

- it's more of a time skip than anything but I'm too lazy to change the tags.

- My Au has the events of the OG show and the AU caused by two dysfunctional egomaniacs.

- Tim Botsford seems to be the only good dad in the story, I don't know why. I mean there are also gonna be other good dad's but those are kinda not really the focus (and one is a spoiler).

- Honestly the amount of OCs I make for this AU in general is sad since I'm cutting so many due to how big the Wg cast was, like I had to cut out two other villain OCs to try and not make the story already cluttered. Even the one-off OCs are kinda getting scrapped or being made into a single OC.

- Okay so, the stuff with Tobey's dad is kinda gonna get weird; like it's dark--but I don't want it to make the story seem too emo since I still wanna keep the same theme and feel of the show (bc I like it so much).

- Here's a mystery: "Is Tobey still in high school, or did he graduate early?" 🤔

- There is in fact mythical and eldritch creatures OCs, why? Because the world of Wordgirl doesn't make sense and I like to get silly.

- Becky should just a get a break please.

- Tobey eventually changes his name to Tobey Mackenzie Ezperanza McCallister ( a spoiler worth mentioning since yeah Tobey eventually comes out as genderfluid).

- Like anyone in this AU who aren't my Villain OCs are either cis or straight.

- Tobey and Becky have been in other relationships before they had feelings for each other.

- I ship Violet with Rose and Dr. Two brains with Professor Tubing, which are probably the only random self indulgent ships I have in this AU.

- space lesbians and earth lesbians

- The McCallister's get therapy the arc.

- Becky finally gets too sleep the arc.

- Johnson and Tj are internet enthusiasts, with both of them getting into creepypastas and other dark web stuff like any other 14 year-olds in the late 2000s. (This Au starts in 2007 btw)

- Also Johnson definitely writes fanfictions, so did Tj but was kinda annoyed working on another fic with Johnson about Tobey x wordgirl.

- Tobey and Eme would actually be into the more memey side of the early internet with cat videos being their favorites.

- Tobey and Becky unironically like Johnson's fanfictions.

- friendship moments 🥺

- found family 🥺😢😭

-Eme (one of the OCs) actually doesn't actually consider the McCallisters a part her new family for almost a year in the story, she just lived with them on the account that's she's legally an orphan and that the family owes her one.

- Tobey and Claire don't adopt and make Eme's life better, Eme adopts them.

- RIP Theodore McCallister the II, a pretty terrible father, husband, son, student, friend, boss, brother, boyfriend, mentor, pet owner, inventor...ect.

- Becky still is a fan of pretty princess and funny enough the show has itself a reboot (commence the reboot jokes).

- Also no joke I got way too invested in the idea of developing the pretty princess reboot joke, that legitimately have made an actual story in the pretty princess canon, which itself is a fake tv show in a tv show. (Y'all wordgirl is too powerful, why did the creators/writers have to make it so good. (So yeah don't be surprised if I make pretty princess fanart 😶)

- Mr. And Mrs. Best! Get bent!

- Violet gets into punk rock.

- Kid math is still so good, he's a little dude trying his best :)

- The cookie War of 08. Idk I have a fun story idea where it starts out small with people arguing over cookie taste which eventually has the entire city divided fighting in a comical cookie war. Of course it escalated this quickly bc Becky was out of town for an author meet and greet.

- Granny may is eternal and so is her cat.

- Mr. big gets bullied by a bunch of second graders the side plot.

- Chuck and Whammer have been dating for a couple of years, Marriage subplot 😳???

- Bob tries to avoid his ex from lexicon.

- Tobey went to therapy 👍🏼

- Rhyme and Reason are close to taking over Doctor Two Brains spot of the most popular villain, since he’s been out of his game for a while.

- Doctor Two Brains recovery story featuring Professor Tubing.

#wordgirl #wg future timeline #wg future timeline AU

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

His Prophet

BTS

Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: God AU, romance, fantasy, protective Taehyung, arranged marriage vibes (kinda), kingdoms and castles, and medieval aspects dotted around, royal au sorta 

Words: 9.8k 

Warning(s):(Y/n is pushed around in one scene, is that a warning?)

a/n: go ahead and blame the GDA for this (and I was listening to creepypastas during work and one particular story’s ending twist inspired me in a non-spooky way). Also, I’d like to say it took 20 minutes for me to find a photo that wasn’t rejected by my computer to make this godforsaken banner. 

summary: The royal Sun God of Navern is a complete recluse; the polar opposite of what one would immediately assume of the God of the Sun should be.  Being the only God in his kingdom, he stayed within his castle walls- or at least it is assumed.  Staff and servants of the palace only see him occasionally in the halls or peering out into the gardens. It was the dreams of one certain townswoman who worked in a small library that he happens to run into one night that changes everything. 

The Kingdom as Navern was a prosperous kingdom, even if smaller in comparison to other neighboring kingdoms. Of it’s few larger cities and small towns, the capital city and home of the Navern Palace was named Vicious. The city was home to all sorts- merchants, blacksmiths, traveling priests and devoted followers of the kingdoms single God; any occupation or profession one would think of, it would probably be found in Vicious. 

However, what one thing masses defined as unordinary was a woman who could read and write and who was just as intelligent as a man living in a run-down, two-story library.  

The bottom floor of the brick build and metal-framed building was filled with bookshelves upon bookshelves of books of all kinds.  Fantasy and children books, adult novels of fiction and non, and documentation of the kingdom’s history.  Encyclopedias and thick bricks books of words and information that- if it had the right reader- could suck them in with knowledge.

The top story was closed off from the public.  Small living space was where the family of the library lived when the store was closed. A small living room with only two rooms and the kitchen was right off the far wall of the living room, not even a wall to separate the two.  It was small, but cozy for the small family of three.

In the past, this small library with two small step stools for high shelves and one small ladder used to belong to an old man and his wife.  They had a small child, a little girl when the couple was early into their middle-aged years. As that little girl grew up, her father taught her to read and write and would often raise her as if she were a son.  She still wore the suffocating dresses and low heeled shoes of a child as a requirement of her mother.  Her father had her help him with broken shelves and squeaky doors, learning a good chunk of labor in her early years. 

On the other hand, her mother still pampered her and grew her into a proper young lady.  Manners and ideals of a woman and one-day future housewife.  Cooking, cleaning, chores, shopping, sewing and all the factors that lead to proper womanhood.  Oddly enough, that little girl didn’t mind all the things she was taught.  

All her talents in both ladylike behavior and otherwise was an opportunity to learn.  And if the girl had anything it was craving for knowledge. She greatly enjoyed reading on the downtime she had and would often recommend books to the boys in her grade school- something she would regret as it lead to years of ridicule.  She was simply too smart for a girl. 

At the age of 13, this little girl lost her mother to sickness.  Catching a cold was all it was, but she just got worse and worse and her father couldn’t keep up with doctor bills.  Eventually, the sickness claimed the girl’s mother and it was just her father and her in the apartment and the library.  5 years later, when the girl is 18, she loses her father next.  

He had been called to help damper out a raging fire in the Nothern part of the city.  Some criminals had started a fire in the small prison to try and mask his escape.  

The older man never came back to the library, only a messager did to tell the girl that her father had been killed pursuing the escapee. Leaving the 18-year-old young lady, leaving you, to inherit the library fully. 

Things from then got painfully stressful for the better part of half a year.  Managing the library and your personal life.  Trying to get accustomed to running everything by yourself and not letting the snarky remarks of young men behind your back as you hammered loose bricks back into the outside bricks. Working day in and day out and also having to run errands for families in need for extra money kept you busy and balancing your schedule wore you out. 

There were many times you thought about giving up the library, no matter how much you loved it.  You came close so many times to that decision, but the memories of you and your family always made you rethink and keep the building in your possession.  Many men had come along and tried to buy it from you to wreck it down and rebuild something else where it stood- you always declined.  

Years went by and as time passed, things slid into a certain pace of ease and you were finally able to live comfortably. You were 24 years old now.  Still managing your library and keeping your home in shape, you also stood as an independent woman. No man or person of romantic interest simply because you had no interest or time for a partner at the moment.  Besides, the men in the city, or at least your part of it, had no interest in a woman who threatened to be smarter than him.  Bruised egos are a lethal attack to men it seemed. 

However, there were a handful of women who respected you a great deal with your knowledge and ability to disregard the judgemental stares and comments from others.  It wasn’t just men who sneered, but the women who were a bit too rich in both money and unrealism gave you stink eyes.  Sometimes the rich women were even more threatened than the men were even when they couldn’t count anything other than bills. 

You were busy restacking the shelves with books that had been returned that morning from mostly children and a few older generations.  Your dress wrapped around your torso as you wore your corset, looser than a lady should, and the skirt hitting your ankles.  You dusted your hands off with each finished task on the white apron tied around your waist.  Small, brown, worn-out flats covering your feet.  Working all day with heels just would not suffice. Your hair wrapped around your head in tied upbraids. Uncomfortable, but out of the way. 

You were more tired than the day before from the dream you had last night.  The dream wasn’t frightful per se, but something about it made you jolt awake.  Each time you went back to sleep, the same dream came back and the same dream woke you up.  It was hours before dawn when you decided to forget any further sleep and just get up.  An early start to the day wouldn’t be so bad.  It gave you time to take books off shelves and clean them only to restock them- a task tedious but long overdue. 

The dream was one set in your city, the city of Vicious. In fact, in each dream you were outside, just walking around running some sort of errand for the local older woman or fetching medicine for the bedridden old gentleman for a small bit of money.  And in each new errand and each new dream, you kept seeing the same people and the same faces you had grown up knowing.  However, it’s one person’s stature that always caught you off guard. 

The wore a brown, long robe with the hood always flipped up.  Masking their face and hiding their body, just walking down the path like every other citizen of Vicious.  You would always unconsciously think of them as a traveling beggar from some other town in Navern.  It was when the hooded figure moved to seemingly lift their head to look towards you when you always jolted awake.  Perhaps it was your brain trying to tell you that you woke up because whatever person that hooded figure was, wasn’t someone you had seen before. Without a proper face to register, you just woke up to avoid it altogether. 

You never got a fearful or unsettling feeling in your dreams or afterward, so you didn’t think too much of it.  However, it wasn’t just that night you had that dream.  It was present the night after and further on.  Night after night it was all sorts of different dreams with different errands and different people, but that one cloaked beggar always was present.  Still not giving you a feeling of discomfort, but the reoccurrence of this dream made you halfway convince yourself to spend some saved up money on a doctor’s trip. 

It’s that night when you contemplate medical aid that you had a dream set in a doctor’s den.  Sat in his dinky little office, but instead of a face, the doctor had a long mask on.  In fact, the whole doctor wasn’t even human, but a giant, humanoid raven with black feathers and dressed in a tailcoat of the most wealthy bank owner. Waking from that dream with a shiver and a line of sweat down your spine, you might actually consider that one a nightmare.  

You decided at nearly midnight to go out and clear your head with a walk.  It was a late and dangerous time for a woman to be out, but the idea of sleep made you shiver. Maybe some time to clear your head in the quiet nighttime would help ease you. 

Changing from one of your father’s old shirts that you wore to bed every night into your least flattering skirt and small poet’s blouse, you threw a shawl over your shoulders.  Not even bothering to tie your hair back.  It wouldn’t be a long stroll, just one to breathe in the clean air and take in the silence. When you looked out your window, you smiled as you saw the moon shining brightly overhead- even though it was only halfway through the new moon cycle.  It would light your path along with the small patterns set outside homes for those who had late-night workers as part of their family. 

Inside Navern Palace dwelled the Sun God of Navern, Luos. Luos was a God who was revered and respected, even as a shut-in God.  He ruled and took care of his kingdom from the comfort of his palace walls.  Any word he needed to hear of, he’d turn to his Water Mirror, a vase with a wide mouth and filled with water.  A few taps of Luos’s fingertips against the water, causing ripples and he could see to the furthest reach of his precious kingdom. 

He did love him home.  Navern was were he grew up as a human with a different, human name when the kingdom was first birthed.  His devoting to his home was what caught another God’s eye- the supreme God of all that was known.  When he died as a young man due to his efforts in fighting in a long war, the Ruler God revived him as something far greater than human and giving him the new name of Luos and the insignia of a butterfly. Thought, he never forgot his original name- and he refused to abandon it altogether. It would be like throwing the long memories of his deceased parents away and he absolutely would not do that. His original name stayed solely with him as he lived as Luos.  

Luos was not always a shut-in, in fact, he used to be rather outgoing and always spoke and hopped around from town to town among his kingdom.  But, many years ago, something changed and all of a sudden he closed his doors for good.  He wouldn’t set foot outside palace walls and on some days his palace servants couldn’t even get him to go out into the gardens full of sunflowers he so much loved. 

He’d been this way for nearly 20 years now.  Only the oldest in Vicious have a vague memory of their royal God walking the streets.  

It was never announced as to why Luos locked himself away into his own prison.  There had been no wars, no famine.  Crime had been on the lower side of the scale and he had no negative reputation with his people that was noted. However, he still made the ironclad decision and his people could do nothing to change his mind.  

However, it was nearly two weeks ago that he started to question his seclusion.  He had grown quite accustomed to his reclusive past couple of decades, but for the past couple weeks, he’s had this feeling gnawing at the back of his mind. He’d stand at one of his many grand windows just staring over the castle’s main gates to the rooftops of town across the thin, brick bridge that connected the castle to town over the clear watered mote surrounding his palace. 

It had been a long time since he had the urge to go out and see his capital again, however recently it had been the hardest urge to suppress in his day to day, reclusive life. The Sun God himself had changed vastly from when he had first started his Godly duties.  The thin, childlike innocent he used to hold in his face had matured out into a sculpted jaw and eyes that had seen many things and consumed more knowledge than humans could take in. 

“Perhaps I should select a prophet,” was his constant reoccurring thought recently.  The thought poured into his head one night when sleep had been actively avoiding him. He had heard in an old wise tale that when one cannot sleep, it is because someone else is dreaming of them.  He questioned the truth behind that because he had not set foot outside in so long, no one had the reason to dream of him at all. He was even more confused as to why he suddenly had the compelling idea to suddenly rope in someone to be a chosen prophet. 

Even when he thought about the suggestion, he could never think of a face or name that would fit the title.  He felt a nagging in his chest and with each possible candidate he could choose to help spread his word and ideals, the nagging would worsen.  It was as if his subconsciousness was rejecting each person he knew within the castle- almost pressuring him to go outside the palace. Perhaps he truly should.  Perhaps he should go and venture out into his capital and try to see if a single one person could cure this nagging that had begun to irritate him. 

So, late at night when the castle was quiet, he dressed in slacks, shirt, and cloak before he left.  Walking out of his room and throw the abandoned halls to the back gates of the palace, rounding around the entire castle to avoid as many guards as possible.  If he were seen leaving, the guards would most definitely make a fuss about it and the gossip would spread from Navern’s farthest board lined town before dawn. As far as anyone else was concerned, he still hadn’t stepped foot outside the palace perimeter.  

The moment his feet hit the loose dirt from across the mote’s bridge, he took a sharp breath.  It was like his soul had missed this feeling of his cities roads.  He felt at home already, even after all this time. He flipped up his hood, hiding his pitch-black hair and smiled as he stepped onward once more, a joyous hop in his step. The moon named Selene, guiding his way forward.  He looked up at her bright surface and smiled a silent thanks for invisible guidance.  The moon was always motherly towards him. 

Selene says she doesn’t play favorites, but Luos was definitely a favorite- even if she denies it. 

Your stroll outside was a quick as you wished it to be.  You walked to the wishing well of stone of ice-cold water in the center of Vicious as you sat on the thick stone of it.  The sounds of the water calmed you and the area chilled your skin even beneath your shawl enough to raise your skin in gooseflesh. The wind blew slightly in small wisps, making you unattractively breathe in strands of your hair.  

Fed up with it, you took the loose tied around your wrist you carried with you everywhere and began to sloppily tie your hair back at the low of your neck. Not very tight, but enough to keep it from entering your mouth and causing you to gag or choke again. 

It was very bright out for it being the middle of the night.  Part of you regretting now bring a book out with you.  You could easily read a chapter or two with the moon’s brightness this night.  You half contemplated going back home only to come back to the fountain and do just that when a small gasp sounded behind you. 

Jumping to your feet and whipping around, you were met with a cloaked figure with their hood flipped up.  You gasped lightly yourself.  It was just like your dreams and now you half expected yourself to bolt awake at home in bed.  You clenched your eyes shut, expected your mattress to be pushed against your back any moment, but nothing happened. You still breathed the fresh air, still heard the fountain’s water, and still felt the chilly air of the nighttime.  

You squinted your eyes open just a sliver, still seeing that cloaked figure across the fountain.  You squeezed your eyes closed against and reached under your shawl to your shoulder and pinched your skin.  The top trick in the books, if you want to wake up from a dream, pinch yourself. 

“Why are you hurting yourself?” You gasped as your eyes shot open.  You had been so preoccupied with yourself that you didn’t even hear this cloaked stranger walk over to stand in front of you.  Their deep voice had a silky tone to it and it was most definitely a male’s voice.  He stood so close to you, nearly toe to toe and yet you still could not see him under his hood.  Just like the dreams, his cloaked figure had no fae you could see. However, you’d never heard them speak before, so perhaps this was some sort of lucid dream? “Miss?” He spoke again. 

“I, um, I’m trying to wake up,” you dumbly replied.  A reply which made his shoulders shift- the only physical thing you could see as a response to your words. You then heard a small, low chuckle from beneath his hood. 

“Are you trying to say that you’re sleepwalking?” 

“Perhaps, I’ve been known to do remarkable things before,” you unconsciously spoke back in a teasing manner.  You then remembered that to most, and almost all, you weren’t supposed to speak to men so highly.  You were a woman of independence and held your head high despite your differences of other women, but the lessons of manners from your mother flooded back into your head.  You quickly took a step backward, leaning back and away from the stranger and covered your mouth with your fingertips. “I apologize for my tone!” 

The stranger quickly lifted his hand to his chest, palm towards you.  His cloak opened to show what seemed like black pants and a white shirt beneath it.  Boots tucked into his trousers.  You partial hoped he wouldn’t raise his hand higher and demand more respect like many, entitled men would without hesitation. 

“There is no need to apologize!” He quickly dismissed.  He lowered his hand back down, his cloak closing back again at his front. His pushed forward chest straightened back down as he saw you relaxed slowly but surely. “Why are you running about the city so late at night, Miss?” 

You bit back the urge to ask him the same thing in return but knew better than to avoid your basic ladylike manners again.  You cleared your voice, straightening back up. 

“I’ve had trouble sleeping for a while now.  I thought that perhaps the night air would help clear my mind.” You didn’t hear the small gasp he took in. 

“Trouble… sleeping?” You nodded towards him, brow raised at his curious tone.  He cleared his throat. “When did your trouble begin? Perhaps if you talk about it, it would help.” You contemplated his offer.  A listening ear of a stranger who offered willingly was far easier and cheaper than visiting a local doctor. You just looked up at him, head tuning in curiosity. 

“Are you truly willing to listen to my late-night woes? Me, a stranger.” 

The strange man turned around, backing up to the edge of the fountain and took a seat.  He just looked up at you with his hidden face and offered you to take a seat beside him. You relented and even though you didn’t know who this man was and you didn’t recognize the voice as anyone you may have met before, you felt oddly calm.  You sat next to him before speaking. 

“I suppose it started at the beginning of the month’s moon cycle.  When the moon was dark and unseen, that’s when it all began. So, a couple of weeks ago.” You fiddled with your fingers, looking at your lap instead of up at his hidden features.  You missed the man’s chin drop as he suppressed the urge to push his palm against his mouth in shock. He just remained still and rotated his hand to silently tell you to continue, not trusting his voice. You sighed. “I normally sit and read before trying to sleep again, but the dreams just keep reappearing over and over again.” 

“You can read?” He asked inquisitively. It wasn’t said in a disgusted tone, not even condescending.  He was genuinely curious. 

“I… can.  My father taught me when I was young and it would be odd if a librarian lacked the skill to read her own books.” He could tell by the way he put his hands together in his lap and pushed his legs up to his toes and back down that he wanted to know more. “My father’s library in town was passed to me when he passed.  My mother had already died so I had to learn to manage it on my own, but that was nearly 5 years ago now. I’ve put it behind me and it isn’t so bad as it seemed at the time.” 

“I apologize for your losses,” the strange offered his condolences. “However, I’ve not known many women to read and write efficiently. Are you ridiculed for it?” He asked lightly as if trying to avoid any conversational landmines. He smiled lightly with a small huff and looked down at your hands. 

“I am, very often honestly.  Truth be told, I seem to provoke men and the wealthy women of the city because of my skills.  I’ve tried teaching children, but their parents berate me. I’ve become deaf to their insults now, however.”

“You’re a respectable woman,” the strange told you.  The compliment seemed so truthful it sent you into a small recoil.  He chuckled as your reaction. “A strong, intelligent woman shouldn’t be deemed unordinary, but revered as a genius.  You all weren’t’ just made for family expansion and chores. Or so, I believe.” 

You burst out into a fit of laughter. You pushed your hand over your mouth, knowing it was late and if you were to wake anyone, they’d stalk into the city center with a stick or ladle, shooing the noisemaker away. You missed the small smile the stranger hid under his hood. 

“I apologize,” you forced between stifled laughs.  He shook his head. 

“No need, I think your laugh is beautiful.” 

You calmed down as you took a breath to regained your breathing. “I’m not sure where you come from, stranger, but you are vastly different from any other man I’ve met.” He was silent for a moment. 

“Believe it or not, I’ve lived in Navern for many years. I’m a bit of a recluse and don’t get out much.  I work from home, in a sense.” 

“Is that right?” You asked, a teasing hint of skepticism. 

“I swear to Luos himself,” He said, cringing at his words.  You nodded. You both continued to sit and talk for a while longer before the moon had moved drastically in the sky.  The stranger was soon standing, taking your hand gently to help you to your feet.  His fingers seemed to linger on your skin as he let your hand go. “It’s getting far too late for a lady to be out. I’ll walk you home,” he offered with no room for rejection. 

When you both stood outside your home, the stranger looked through the dark windows.  The outlines of filled shelves sketching over his vision.  Looking up, he saw a window, probably to your room away from your shop.  You removed the thick, cooper key from around your neck that was on a rope of leather before slotting it into the door. Turning it to click it open. You turned back to the stranger. 

“Thank you for your company tonight. I really did appreciate being able to speak and be myself without being sneered.” Your voice was soft and filled with genuine happiness. 

“I can guarantee that your company and conversation pleased me far more than you.  It has been far too long since I spoke to someone.” His voice was soft and calm, you could hear the smile on his face. “Next time, let’s talk inside and in the daylight instead of sitting outside in the cold.” 

“You would come to visit me, wouldn’t you?” You teased lightly. You were shocked when he nodded immediately. “Well, if that’s the case, could I see your face?” You gently asked, not wanting to pressure him.  He was still a stranger, but you felt so calm and easy about him.  You just wanted to see him just once- but perhaps he would decline your request. He had his hood up this whole time without movement to lower it. 

“I don’t usually show my face outside of my home,” he started and your face started to fall, “however, I think I can make this exception.” Your fae jumped back up as you bit back a smile of victory. He lifted his hands to open his cloak and grip the sides of his hood.  Pushing the fabric back, your smile fell into the face of awe. 

He was gorgeous. Long, black hair that brushed passed his eyes.  His eyes dark but light reflected off them in specs of the most wondrous color. His hair was curled with waves and framed his face well.  His jaw is wide and sharp.  His voice seemed to fit his face a far better than you couldn’t have ever imagined.  He chuckled at your reaction to his face. He put his hands on either side of his neck before dropping them.  

“For the first time tonight, it seems you do not have any words left,” he jested. 

You just licked your dry lips and hid your face, trying not to let your cheek heat too much.  “May I ask one more request?” 

“I suppose,” he drawled. You picked at your fingers, nails tapping together. 

“May I ask your name if I offer mine back?” You gingerly looked up at him, eyes looking up first before your head lifted in follow. You could see a small jolt of hesitation at your question. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’d recognize you anywhere even without your name.” He took that as a compliment of compelling looks. 

He faltered in his step as he moved to take your hand, raising it to push the back of your knuckles to his lips.  His eyes closed gently as he kissed your hand, your mouth opening and your cheek flaring in the cold night breeze.  He opened his eyes as you noticed that one eye had a monolid while the other was double eye lidded. He smiled widely, the purest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. 

“Call me Taehyung,” he cheered lightly. He dropped your hand, as you offered your name back with a small flustered stutter. Y/n was a wonderful name and fit you perfectly.  He watched you go inside and even saw your shadow trot up the back staircase to your apartment.  He looked at the top window and saw a dim light of a lantern you had just lit before he smiled.  

He did feel a bit guilty for not telling you the name he went by now was Luos, but Taehyung was the only name he felt he should give you.  His original name was much less intimidating than the Sun God Recluse, Luos. He flipped his hood back up and made quick work of his way back to the castle. Already impatient to see you again and without him really noticing, the nagging in his chest had subsided. 

It was two weeks ago when your dream started to subside. That night you spent talking with Taehyung for so long seemed to take your dreams away.  You were shocked when he showed up at dusk, knowing at your library door the very next night.  He claimed he couldn’t wait to see you again, so here he was.  You immediately let him inside without a hassle.  

You’ve been talking with Taehyung for two weeks and you greatly enjoyed everything about him.  His attitude was uplifting and even when he spoke about topics that angered him, his anger was justice and the points to support his rage were solid.  He was knowledgable and well versed in many things.  The conversation never died with him. 

You were comfortable with him, especially since he always marveled at your abilities.  He watched with awe as you caught you repaired a shelf once, and nearly ate enough for four men when you cooked for him the first time.  He could read well but preferred hearing you read to him, claiming to love hearing your voice.  

It was no mystery how fast you were falling for Taehyung. The romance was something you didn’t think was optional for you, but Taehyung waltzed into your life at night and wasn’t a creepy serial killer. Taehyung had seriously raised your bar of men’s standards and he probably had no idea how you inside turned into mush when he showed up at your home with his giant, wide smile. 

Taehyung also always only visited you when night was falling and always cloak. However, it was early in the morning once when he decided he couldn’t wait another long day to see you again.  Sneaking out of the castle was harder in the morning, but possible. Still cloaked and hooded, he hid his small smile from the sun’s shadow. His smile wilted when he saw the corner of your library-home come into view.  

You had just unlocked the library door and moved to put the hanging ‘open’ sign you had painted and decorated with Taehyung one night to symbolize for people to come and go as they please. He wanted to smile at the idea of you using it, but the young men around your age coming towards you made his teeth grind. 

You had just hung your sign on the front window of the door on the small nail you had put on the door a few nights ago when you felt a small shove on your shoulder.  Your dress today hit the ground and you nearly toppled over by stepping on the fabric. Your corset of white pushed the dress against your stomach, pushing your chest up, and your torso felt pain as you nearly bent over in the course that was tight. 

You regained balance with a small huff as you adjusted your apron on your front. The two men were two fellow rude boys you had grown up with.  They had yet to outgrow their childish bullying, and you doubt they were would.  You figured they should just marry each other at this point. With rotten, toxic attitudes like theirs, there is no way they’d find wives. 

One man, a small sprout of bone was Lix. The other was a bit broader, but no looker for sure; he was named Horan. Lix was more a verbal fighter, not having much strength when it came to fist to fist confrontation. Horan was the opposite.  He was dead stupid, but his power balanced out what Lix didn’t have.  It was a poetically stupid match made in some twisted heave.  

Lix turned to your sign before taking it off the door and looking it over.  A small frown on his face as he’s eyes squinted.  

“What awful handwriting!” He crowed, even if your handwriting was a perfect script. “I knew it, women should stick to cleaning and looking after little rugrats,” he spits before he threw your sign with a flick to his right.  The wooden plack spun as it descended and hit the road with a puff of dirt.  You gasped lightly before you ran towards it. 

Kneeling in the dirt, you picked it up, the road sticking to your fingertips and filtering under your nails in grounded, small pieces.  Dirt would be pushed into your apron and you’re sure you’d have to dust it and wash it all out later. When you looked at the sign in your lap as you knelt on your knees, you recalled how happy Taehyung looked when it as down.  Your eyes began to tear. 

There was a small murmur of on-lookers who watched the two men push at you.  You knew you had no authority to act out, even if you wanted so badly to shout at them. You’d have no ally if you did, no one stood in your corner.  You were alone and the fact that everyone watching and gossiping you get pushed around didn’t move to help you, only proved your point. 

You could only stamp your feet and curl your fingers around the wooden, painted ‘open’ sign as you held your tears back.  Lix started marching up behind you, you could tell from the dainty footsteps he took.  Horan’s was much more heavy in terms of his weight. You could feel his presence right behind you, the looming feeling of this man looking down on you. He kicked dirt at your back, debris mixing into your hair and rolling down your dresses back from the collar as you shivered at the sensation.  

You felt pathetic as you just let it happen. You could feel him step closer and the shadow you saw from your side showed him reaching out towards you. You expected him to grab your hair and pull you to sit straight. You just shut your eyes in a panic to avoid anyone seeing your unshed tears. 

Lix’s nasty grip never came.  Instead, a near set of steps rushed from in front of  you and came to halt. A shadow of someone blocking the sun from you clouded your shut eyes as you peeked them open. A pair of black boots were in front of your down casted vision. You could vague hear Lix squawking in pain before the new arriver stepped around you and shoved Lix back.  You heard his ass his dirt as he whined.  Horan was soon stomping to defend his attacked friend, but soon the stomping stopped. 

You lifted your head, turning to your back to see who had interfered. You didn’t know of any townsfolk would who defend you. A woman who was so vastly different from others. Your mouth opened to a quivered form as your tears fell. That familiar cloak a blessing to your eyes. 

“Taehyung,” you whimpered. You weren’t shocked to see him, you were just relieved to see you had someone to help you.  You cried further when you realized you finally had someone in your corner.  Taehyung protected you and he had flipped down his hood.  His hair was even more beautiful shining off the sun.  You wanted to see his eyes in this light- it was probably more breathtaking than seeing them in the candlelight of lanterns. 

Horan remained still, frozen mid-charge. Taehyung glared at him and it was blood-chilling enough to freeze the unintelligent giant in his tracks and even silence the gossip of others.  Some even moved to remain their work, trying to play coy as if they hadn’t witnessed the assault without assistance. Lix had picked himself off the ground, not sure where to move to, Taehyung eyes burning them into place. 

“Make yourself scarce,” was all he seethed.  A threat underlined in his words.  Lix and Horan were quick to flee. Taehyung’s shoulders slackened as he turned to you, sitting in the dirt and holding the sign in your arms to your chest, hugging it as if it were some precious treasure. His eyebrows dipped, sad to see your tears.  He moved to you, kneeling to rub his palm against your wet cheek and push his fingertips into your hair, combing out bits of dirt. 

He raised his eyes over you, looking at the people still cocky enough to keep starring.  He glared again. “Return to your duties and mind your business!” He yelled, everyone obeying without hesitation and soon all eyes were off you. Taehyung looked softly back at you before he gently picked you off the ground. 

Walking you into your store, he took the sign and set it gently on the window sill. He locked the door once you both were inside. He rubbed your arm softly as you palmed at your eyes, trying to dry them. Taehyung moved to stand in front of you, grabbing your cheeks and bending to look into your glasses, red eyes.  He rubbed your skin with his thumb, his large hand holding your head. 

“Let’s not open up right now,” he whispered so softly to you. You nodded, not able to trust your voice yet. “He gently pushed his lips on your forehead, his brows crunching as he held his lips against your skin for several seconds, feeling pain in his chest from seeing your own pain. H epulled from your forehead before he grabbed your hand.  “Let’s go upstairs. You have tea? I’ll make you some” You just nodded again, following him upstairs. 

Taehyung spent that day with you. He cleaned your face and wiped your tears.  He reassured you and made you speak your frustrations. He took care of you in a way you didn’t think a man ever would.  He made you change out of your corset and set your apron in the wash bin to soak the dirt stains out. He brushed your hair out before he sloppily pinned it up. He stayed by you all day and far into the night.  When you fell asleep that night, you shocked to wake up the next morning without a single dream to plague you. Even more shocking, you gasped lightly when Taehyung was sleeping in front of you, eyes shut easy and arm under his head as a pillow.  

He never left your side. All that previous and all night, he was there.  You cupped your mouth as a wae of resh tears spilled over the side of your face.  You pushed your face into Taehyung’s neck, startling him awake as he rubbed your back.  

“What’s wrong/ Tell me? Did you have a nightmare?” You just shoo your head as you hiccup. “Y/n?” You cried tears of relief and realization as you finally attempted to yourself that you were in love with Taehyung. So very much in love with him. 

He left the night of day two he had been with you. He wanted to stay longer, stay forever if he could, but he knew he had to get back to the palace.  One day without his appearance wasn’t odd, many assumed he was probably locke din his room. However, any longer and he feared someone would grow nosey. 

He left you that night as you flushed at the kiss he pushed on your forehead. He held your hand softly before he flipped his hood up and ran off.  You went back upstairs, suddenly exhausted and fell into sleep. 

The next morning, you woke up to the murmur outside.  You rubbed your eyes, going to your window and opening it.  There were people whispering with cupped hands as they pointed to your library.  You assumed they were still talking about the debacle two days prior with Lix and Horan. It wasn’t until you came downstairs when you saw two people standing with their backs to the front windows of your library. 

Unlocking the door and opening it, the two people turned to you. They were both men and dressed in guard uniforms. They were from the palace and part of your blood froze. Why were castle guards standing at your storefront? You swallowed as you greeted them. 

“Good morning, gentlemen,” you greeted trying to remain calm. One stood forward, holding a spear in his arms as the tip pointed high to the sky. He seemed to be the higher rank of the duo. 

“Fine morning, Miss.  I do not wish to alarm you, but we have immediate orders to escort you into Navern Palace.” 

“What?” You choked. You took the time to look around again. You noticed that instead of all judgmental eyes, some gazes were envious or even respectable. They looked at you like you were some higher being or had some power over them. You crunched your brow. 

You were ready to talk to the guards when you felt someone run into your back, knocking you forward a step. You turned around and saw Lix, Horan in front of him his arms stretched out. The bigger man had pushed the smaller and the look Lix gave you when he saw it was you he rammed into was one of almost terror.  He straightened out as he stood beside Horan, both bowing deeply towards you. 

“We’re sorry!” He cried as they ran off like scared children.  Your brows flicked up higher.  What in the world was that? Were they scared Taehyung would show up again? You momentarily forgot about the guards until one cleared their throat to gain your attention back. The one who spoke to you scolded his underling. 

“Do not force her attention by force in such a rude manner!” He shouted as you quickly hushed him. 

“No! It’s fine! I’m not offended or anything.” You sighed when the higher-ranked guards only bowed to you and offered his thanks, the younger mirroring his actions. “So, I’m to go to the palace?” You asked, trying to restart the original conversation. The guards stood right up again. 

“Yes, Miss.  Luos has asked for you.” YOu gasped lightly. 

“God Luos asked to see me?!” The guards nodded.  Your mouth grew dry as you swallowed to try and find saliva.  You licked your dry lips.  “I- okay.” You relented.  If the God of your kingdom really did request you there, you had to go.  You hoped he didn’t mind librarian clothes and a slightly stained apron.  You had no time to change and get ready as the guards had begun to usher you off after you locked your library door. 

As you walked with the two men, you watched some children smile and wave you. Some women stared in awe at you as if they knew something you didn’t. Men looked at you in caution as if they were committing a crime if you met their gaze.  What possibly could’ve happened overnight to get gazes on you in a totally different light? 

The moment you crossed the brick bridge across the mote and stood at the giant gates of the palace, you looked in open-mouthed awe.  The castle was a gargantuan wonder up close.  It took your breath away. The sides of it were as beautiful as the Sun God it housed you were sure.  The idea of you probably meeting the God of the Sun, Luos made your stomach turn.  He had been silent for so long, what did he suddenly pop back into the public gossip for? And to summon you of all people in Navern?

You were lead to a wide, open, beautiful throne room. The throe at the back of the room at the end of the long, golden rug and up 4 steps of marble was empty. No God was there. You stood walking closer to the throne and taking in the fabric, patterns, and creation of it.  Itw as a wonderfully beautiful chair. You gasped with enough force to knock the breath out of you when the heavy, tall doors of the throne room wheezed open again and a voice echoed behind you. 

“Would you like to have a seat on my throne?” The voice so scarily familiar and you hesitated to turn around. Surely your mind was playing tricks on you. There was no way. You heard the echoing steps come closer to you as your back remained towards him. Luos was behind you, that you knew for sure- he addressed this throne you stared wide-eyed at as his after all. You felt him stop behind you, his loom presence burning at your back. “Will you not turn to look at me?” His voice was lower, quieter. You gripped your have stained apron as you took one step forward, putting distance between you and he as you then slowly stepped around to face him.  

Your eyes were focused at his feet.  He walked barefoot.  Golden anklets around his skin. His trousers were black as they were rolled at his shins.  Following his pant legs up, his white shirt was long and loose on his body. Following it up higher, you saw a golden robe of printed suns adorn his shoulders and you could vaguely see bracelets of gold wrap up his forearms like guards. A thick golden collar of jews around his neck and a crown of golden spikes sat on the crown of his head. Dramatic and much like the rays of the sun. 

This was Luos and as you looked into his eyes at his face, you gasped.  This was Taehyung.  

“I hope the sudden call to my home wasn’t too alarming, Y/n,” he told you softly. He could see the confusion in your eyes, but you weren’t screaming yet so he considered it progress.  You just stood there, gaping at him in silence. He reached out and brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek, making you flinch, but not back away from him.  He smiled softly. “Is who I am truly that shocking?” 

You didn’t know how to politely say ‘yes it fucking is shocking’, because the man you’ve been visiting with the past two weeks was a God.  You gasped, taking another step backward.  He rose his brow in confusion as his hand hovered in the air now. You had let the God of Navern into your rackety all home. You gazed at him in starstruck gazes for hours before. You had told him so many personal events and facts about yourself and you began to flush.  

Luos, God of Navern’s Sun had picked your pushed and bullies body off the dirt road just two days ago and had stayed at your home with you alone for over 24 hours. Your cheeks grew darker.  

You had fallen in love with Luos and you didn’t even know it. 

Was that wrong? You started to inwardly panic.  Was it against some scared law of Gods for a human woman who was clearly outcasted from her city to fall for a God? Even if it was unknown to you in the time you were falling, would it be punishable by some degree? Was that why he called you here?! Had he seen through your obvious red faces and stuttering and brought you heard to punish you for your feelings that you should or should’ve been feeling? 

Taehyung stepped forward, seeing your mind start to flip.  He grabbed your shoulders and pushed his lips against your forehead.  Just as he had before.  He closed his eyes, hoping and praying that you wouldn’t change just because of who he was.  He was guilty of hiding the ruth from you, but what choice did he have? He was a shut-in God only a couple of weeks ago, but now he was determined to change it all. And he’d need the help of a prophet for that. 

“Calm down, dear,” he soothed.  His warm hands pushed against your covered shoulders and you did start to calm. Trying to ignore your warming ears at the endearing name.  He felt you slacken after some time and moved to look at you again, stepping just a bit away from you. “Are you alright now?” You nodded.  He took his hand and pushed your hair from your face to see you clearly.  He smiled at your flushed cheeks. “Red is a color that suits you,” he teased. 

You were silent as you looked at your feet.  Biting back a ‘shut up’ because in all honesty, how do you talk to him now? Wasn’t it rude to be so direct to a Sun God. A royal God who lived in the royal palace of his own kingdom.  You had to watch what you say and say it all respectfully. Taehyugn seemed to know your thoughts as you felt his thumb rub beneath your ear, his hands dipping under your jaw to lift your head up to meet his gaze. 

“Do not change yourself because you see me as Luos. My name truly is Taehyung and everything I’ve told you about myself these past weeks is all truthful. I’ve never once lied and I never once will.” He dipped his eyelids, his eyes pleading with you to believe him. “I don’t want to appear different to you now, so don’t treat me any differently.” 

You raised your hand to push over his that held your jaw the other staying fisted loosely around your apron. Taehyung smiled at your palm’s warmth. He watched you take a deep breath through your nose before pushing it out of your lips. You looked up at him warily. 

“I won’t get punished for being blunt to a God?” You asked carefully. You were blunt, yes; but you were always careful of your words towards him. He smiled. 

“Of course not. Why would you be punished if the God you’re speaking to gave you pardon?” You finally smiled a small bit. One that made Taehyung break out into a smile so large he nearly let out a small giggle at you. The way he held your jaw and squished your cheek combined with your small smile, he almost pushed dimples into your cheeks. 

You both stood in silence for a while before Taehyung dropped his hands from your jaw and moved to hold your hands in his. Threading his fingers with yours.  He was affectionate before, sure.  He would often plop his head into your lap as you read to him and of course he slept beside you that one night he decided not to leave your side. However, his laced fingers with your brought warmth to your chest. 

“Do you remember when you talked to me about your dreams that first night we met?” You nodded. “You remember when you explained that the hooded figure would always appear and you’d wake up?” You nodded again, not sure where he was going with this. “Well, I think that actually was me.” You lightly breathed in an air of confusion. “Sometimes,” he began, “humans are born with something close to supernatural powers. Some can move objects without physical touch, some can see pasts and futures of people, others can even control the mind of others. Then, there are some like you, who are shown prophetic dreams of things to come.” 

“Come to think,” you started with a raising brow, “my dreams did stop after that first night we met. I just thought it was because I finally talked about them. However, you’re saying-”

“I believe you were meant to have those dreams and you were meant to meet me that night. That night I felt like I met someone I was always destined to. Prior to that, I had this nagging in my chest,” he lifted his hand to push against his torso, “and it compelled me to go out into town. It cannot be coincidental that I met you that and the nagging abandoned me.” 

Taehyung stopped his talking before he looked over your shoulder.  He took your intertwined hands and moved to drag you towards his throne. Helping you to not trip up the marble steps, he soon stood with you at his throne of gold. He held your hands tightly. 

“Navern is my precious kingdom I care so much for. I’ve had my time of being reclused and I need to go back into my kingdom and reclaim it with new eyes.  I cannot do that on my own. I need someone to help me and to help keep me balanced and straight. They will also help keep my words strong to my people who believe in me and my Sun.” He took a deep breath before he removed on hand from yours and took to his pocket, pulling a scarlet red sash from his trousers that had a hair comb wrapped inside of it.  

It was a beautiful piece. A golden frame with solid, silver teeth with gaps made to avoid severe tugging of the hair.  You slowly reached out with the hand not held by Taehyung as you ran your fingers over its heavy glory. 

“It’s beautiful,” you told him as he smiled. 

“I know. It belonged to my mother. A long, long time ago.” You looked up at him with a bit of sadness in your eyes.  You knew how he loved his parents, he had told you all about them one night and got a bit more emotional than he’d like to admit recalling so many memories. “I want you to have this now.” 

“What?” You breathed. 

“Y/n,” he put the comb and it’s scarlet fabric in your open palm before he brought your other hand up to sandwich the comb in your hands.  His hands around your own before he lifted them to his forehead. “I want you to help me regain the social regime I have let die. I want you to wake up in this palace day by day with me. I want you to stay here and use this comb as you stay with me as my chosen Prophet.” His voice cracked like he was going to cry admitting it all.  “I’ve never-,” he took a breath, “I’ve never been in love before. I died too young so long ago I never experienced it. However, I know now I’m positive that I’m falling in love with you.” 

Your breath was sucked out of your lungs like a vacuum because of his words.  “Do,” you started small, gaining his attention as he looked at you, lowering your hands back down, still holding them tightly. The comb’s cold material warming in your palms. “Do you really mean all of that?” You squeaked. 

He nodded so quickly as he took a step closer.  His nose was inches from you as he looked down at you. His feet stood between your shoes as he looked back and forth between your eyes.  He truly was a beautiful man. “Yes.  I swear, I-I mean everything.” He was so fearful you’d say no to him. What would he do if you left this palace and didn’t take his words with you? Would he still be able to visit you in town at the library? Would you avoid him? Shun him? He was scared of the negatives. 

“What would happen to the library?” You asked softly. He knew it was important to you. Rundown and aged, yes, but it’s the place you spent your life with your family before they were gone. Taehyung wouldn’t let anything happen to that small, cramped home of yours. He loved it just as much as you. It’s where he spent so much time with you and learned so much about you. Where he ate with you and comforted you and slept beside you. 

Taehyung loved that library. 

“I’d keep it safe. I don’t want anything to happen to that library or your apartment you claim. It’s so precious to me now. I’d make sure no one got inside it to vandalize or. Nothing would happen to it and I’d keep it safe from ruin. If something is weak, I’d work to rebuild and fix it.” 

“You’d do that for a small library when you have such a grand castle?” 

“In a heartbeat. That’s the place I got to spend so many memories with you,” he softly admitted out loud. “You don’t need to agree to my request,” he told you, heartbreak in his voice.  He wouldn’t force his wishes on you, no- never would he do that. 

You slowly pulled your hands from his, opening your palms to see the golden comb in all it’s beauty again.  You then handed it to Taehyung, having him hold it as you unraveled your messy, braided hair.  Holding locks of it ver your shoulder, you looked at him and smiled. 

“Can such a comb even brush such messy hair?” Taehyung’s face nearly split in two at the smile that erupted into his face.  He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, lifting you off your feet and toes to hold you so tightly.  YOu felt his chest breathe heave, relieved sighs.  He set you back down on your feet.

He moved to kiss you again, but not on the forehead.  No, this time his lips fell beneath your eye.  He kissed you and when he pulled his lips from your skin a small mark had begun to outline onto your skin. Shining with golden light before forming the shape of a butterfly, his insignia animal. He smiled again as he moved to sit you down into his throne.  

He then moved to kneel in front of you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles much like the night he first met you when he left you for the first time.  He kissed your knuckles before he smiled up at you with his innocent, childlike smile. 

“We’ll have to get you accustomed to the castle, my dear,” he giggled.  He began to lead you to a room of seamstress servants to exchange your ordinary librarian clothes with fine, silk robes of the Sun’s golden glow. 

The only thing he kept secret from you now, was the fact that not only were you his Prophet, he also may have told the townspeople that if they mess with his fiance and future wife again, he, the God Luos would not be pleased. Of course, you didn’t have to know you were engaged quite yet.

a/n pt.2 - Tell me all what you think! I spent 5 hours writing this in one sitting and I’m pretty proud of it ngl. So lmk!!

#btsboulangerie #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #kim taehyung #v #bts #bts kim taehyung #bts taehyung #bts v #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfiction #v fic #v fanfic #v fanfiction #taehyung au #au #god au #god taehyung #sun god taehyung #taehyung romance #taehyung x reader #v x reader #taehyung x reader au #v x reader au #v romance #oneshot #taehyung oneshot #v oneshot #bts oneshot

[ask-the-good-creeps]

Who's friends with who in this AU?

//With the exception of a few, the pastas are generally all on good terms with each other. They see each other as allies, though there are some notable main cliques within the pasta community, as well as a few secondary partnerships.

Main Cliques:

The Slender Brothers (Slenderman, Splendorman, and Trenderman) - the Slender entities stick together. They may not spend a whole lotta time together these days, but they can always rely on each other when needed.

The Shack Dwellers (Jeff the Killer, BEN_Drowned, Smile.dog, and - to an extent - Homicidal Liu) - they're called the Shack Dwellers because they most often meet and spend time at Jeff's shack in the woods. Liu isn't really as much a part of the group as he wants to be because Sully is an ass, but other than these guys he doesn't really have a group he hangs out with.

The MedLab Crew (Eyeless Jack, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, and - to an extent - Nathan the Nobody) - this group hangs out in Building 1609 in Jack's MedLab. Jack, Jane, and Clocky are very close friends, and Nathan is new to the Crew but is gradually warming up to everyone.

The Carnies (Laughing Jack, Jason the Toymaker, Candy Pop, Candy Cane, and Kagekao) - Kagekao is pretty much a free agent, but he spends the most time with the Carnies when he chooses to interact with other pastas. The main attribute all of the Carny Pastas share is that none of them were ever human. They've all been magical/supernatural entities since they first came into existence. They all have their own separate dimensions outside of reality (Jack's carnival, the Candy Duo's circus, Jason's workshop) and they usually meet at Jack's place.

The Artists (The Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Judge Angels) - Unlike the other groups, this one is closed to new members because Dina is not fond of newcomers. Helen and the Puppeteer are the only two people she trusts and it is likely to stay that way. Helen and Dina are a couple, and they live together in a nice little home they worked on together where the Puppeteer usually visits them when he can.

The Proxies (Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, and - to an extent - Kate the Chaser) - the first three are very close friends that all live together...of course they'd become close friends. Kate is pretty much a loner in terms of free time, but she has just enough regular interaction with the other three during proxy work to be peripherally listed in this grouping.

Loners/No Clique (Hobo Heart, Lacy Morgan, and Nurse Ann) - these pastas don't regularly interact with others, certainly not enough so to be considered part of a group.

Secondary Partnerships:

Sally and Masky - Masky is Sally's favorite person. He visits her often and brings gifts, toys, books, and activity ideas for her so she won't be so alone. Of all the things he brings, his company is what Sally enjoys the most.

Jason the Toymaker and The Puppeteer - These two go way back. They are great friends, and the Puppeteer sometimes comes with Jason to Laughing Jack's carnival to hang out...however, Jason does not accompany the Puppeteer to Helen and Dina's home. He has been banned, and frankly Jason couldn't care less because he has no desire to visit.

Lazari and Father Daniel -  Father Daniel is not a creepypasta, he's a small-town priest; however, he and Lazari are close so their friendship is worth noting in this list.

Splendorman and Sally - These two don't cross paths often enough, but when they do it is a joyous and pleasant meeting where Sally gets to play with the other ghost kids and feel like a normal little girl again for a while.

Eyeless Jack and Hobo Heart - Hobo Heart is a loner, but he does stop in to Jack's MedLab to pick up fresh catgut and surgical needles from the blue-masked medic every now and again. It is always a very tense and silent meeting, as the two aren't necessarily on good terms.

Kate the Chaser and Jane the Killer - they don't run into each other often, but when they do it is apparent how much they dislike each other. They still see each other as allies and will work together as needed, but they have a harsh rivalry going and it shows.

Jason the Toymaker and Judge Angels - These two absolutely cannot be in the same room together for more than a minute or so. Allies or not, they will literally go for each other's throats when given the chance. Lotta bad blood there...this is why Jason is banned for life from Helen and Dina's home.

These are the main details for interactions among the pastas. I'm working on making a Quotev quiz that will tell you which group you'd hang out with in the pasta community - let me know if y'all are interested in seeing it here when I finish it up! //

#ask the good creeps #ask creepypasta #creepypasta #ask #all the pastas

[somegremlin-archive3]

—   ✕ 『 ★ HEADCANON - POKEMON AU  ★ 』 ✕ NOTE: This definitely isn’t accurate as it’s based mostly off of the classic Lavender Town creepypasta from 2348284302 years ago. Said creepypasta includes themes of suicide and the verse includes classic Yumeno themes such as child abuse and hallucinations and the like. Also Yumeno has a Mimikyu bc screw the region rules. 

            There were always creepy rumors about LAVENDER TOWN. The town that Pokemon spirits were to lay their souls to rest … or at least, that was the town’s intended purpose at first.

            But with the dead came unwanted stories; stories of Pokemon haunting innocents, even CURSING them into madness; a fate that ALL were terrified of. As the stories grew; less trainers and travelers came by. The town became akin to nothing more than a GHOST TOWN. For the sake of the town’s faltering reputation, something HAD to be done.

            Despite the protests of those loyal to its history, the Pokemon Tower; home to many graves, was demolished and converted to a RADIO TOWER. There were hopes; high hopes of Lavender Town flourishing like its larger; more urbanized neighbors.

            And in the midst of this town was a small child.

            Yumeno was born to a small, dysfunctional family. Their father was a SEEDY man with criminal underworld links poured money into the project despite opposition. The changes caused instability in their lives; a constant fear of violence and break - ins. Worse yet, their brother was highly affected in both school and at home and he too, took his frustration out on Yumeno.

            Eventually, the radio tower was completed. All seemed well until an ACCIDENT happened.

            Who knows the cause ? A mishap in the technology’s part ? Or vengeance cast by the souls whose graves were disturbed ? SOMETHING wrought horror in the form of PIERCINGLY LOUD frequencies from the tower; instilling a MADNESS in those who heard.

            Lavender Town was soon painted RED; many people either dying from exposure or driven to the point of killing everyone including themselves. Yumeno was one of them.

            When the tower finally silenced, the child came to their senses only to see a HORRIFYING SCENE. A knife in their hand; blood all over them, and their family DEAD.

            Unable to do anything else, the child grabbed one of their brother’s Pokeballs; his Mimikyu and RAN. 

            Lavender Town is eventually rebuilt and the incident is buried away. But they refuse to come back. To this day, they’re an orphan; hiding from those who want to mistreat them and those who they’re scared they may hurt. They still suffer ill effects ranging from headaches and nosebleeds to hallucinations and anxiety. They’re still living in their very own NIGHTMARE.

#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ Lavender Town syndrome. ✧ 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍. #abuse tw #child abuse tw #suicide tw #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ It hurts to be forced to feel the heart’s break. ✧ 𝐇𝐂. #// posts this after 30824809234 yrs #// and also so i can update my verses