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miryum · 1 year

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The Witch and the Spirit (Newt x Reader)

Warnings: angst with happy ending, someone dies for a brief amount of time, witchyness, spells and magic, talk of death (cause, ya know, they’re ghosts), fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

I worked so hard on this fic and I hope you guys like it. It was requested (a while back,) by @the-bibliophile-public-library and here’s the summary: Reader is an eclectic witch that moves into a decrepit, Victorian Home, which is filled with spirits, while she befriends, and encounters love on the way with Newtie!!! Alongside Newt, Thomas, Minho, Teresa, Gally, Chuck, ect. are spirits that perished in the home throughout the century and have been roaming through its damp walls ever since.

“Are you sure this is the best decision?” Sonya asked, lugging a box in the house.

“Why not?” Y/n shrugged.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Brenda said sarcastically, “maybe it’s just that this house is haunted?”

“You really believe those stories?” Y/n asked. “It’s all folklore. There’s no evidence to back it up.”

“You of all people should believe it.” Brenda said, referring to Y/n’s practice of witchcraft.

“Well, maybe I do.” Y/n said, “but the best thing about this is that it came at a very low price.” She looked up into the large house, crying out, “I mean, look how big it is!”

“It was a good bargain,” Sonya agreed.

Brenda sighed, “just don’t come running to us when the lights start to flicker ominously.”

“Ooooooo!” Sonya moaned like a ghost, waving her fingers towards her friend.

“Oh, shut up!” Y/n laughed, “If there are any ghosts, then I’ll befriend them!”

Chuck gasped. “Did you hear that?!” he grabbed at Thomas’s arm. “A new friend!”

“It’s not like she can see us,” Gally grumped. “And why would we be friends with a living? We’re so much cooler.”

Watching the three living friends move in were seven ghosts. True to the rumours, the old mansion was haunted. Thomas, Teresa, Minho, Newt, Alby, Gally, and Chuck were the resident spirits.

“At least she’s young.” Thomas said, shrugging. “Not like the other old grandpa we were all afraid was going to die and then we’d have to be around him forever.”

“She’s young?” Minho asked from his game of chess with Newt. His floating piece dropped to the ground.

“It’s a girl?” Newt looked up as well. The chess could wait; he was already beating Minho at the game and he wanted to see this girl.

Alby, Minho, and Newt joined their friends at the railing. “Wow.” Alby commented, “I’m surprised she has the guts to move in.”

“Probably just a daredevil college student,” Gally sighed. “She’ll be outta here in a week. Not before throwing a huge party and messing everything up.”

“Ooh, a party!” Chuck squealed, “that’ll be fun!”

“Do you remember the tricks I taught you to scare someone?” Minho grinned.

“Of course!” Chuck replied, “I could try them out on drunk college students!” Minho high- fived him.

“What bedroom are you gonna take?” Brenda asked Y/n, carrying in a heavy, clothed- filled box. “I’m gonna drop this soon.”

“Um, the one next to the library.” Y/n directed her.

“Are the books still there?” Sonya asked, following Brenda with another box.

“I think so. Won’t it be so cool to read books from a hundred years ago or something?” Y/n smiled widely. “I wonder what stories they have in them.”

“You nerd,” Brenda rolled her eyes.

“Newt,” Alby started, “isn’t that the room you use? Your study or reading room?”

“Uh, yeah.” Newt stifled a cough. “Guess I’ll have to move for the time being.”

The spirits followed the three girls into Newt’s study- now Y/n’s bedroom. Y/n opened the boxes and while Brenda and Sonya helped put away her clothes in the antique dressers, Y/n started pulling out crystals and candles by the dozen.

“Still don’t know why you collect those heavy- ass things,” Brenda muttered. “Being the one to carry them up, I have a deep hatred for them.”

“It helps calm me!” Y/n protested, meticulously setting them up.

“Are you sure you have enough stuff to fill this mansion?” Sonya asked.

Y/n shrugged. “I’m just glad it came with the furniture. I didn't have to go out shopping for like, eight dining tables.”

“Oh,” Chuck drifted closer to the crystals. “What are those?” He reached out to touch a swirling blue and green one, wanting to see his hand wave through it, and surprisingly, his hand didn’t wave through it. Chuck reeled backwards with a scream, knocking the crystal down with a clatter.

Y/n’s head whipped towards it, eyes narrowed. She hummed thoughtfully, gently setting the crystal upright.

“What was that?!” Chuck screamed out, backing into the other distressed ghosts.

“He touched that!” Minho yelled out, “he touched that!”

“Alby, what does that mean?” Gally asked hurriedly. Alby and Newt shared a glance. Teresa slowly approached the crystal and poked it with a finger, not using her ghost- powers. It wobbled at her contact, but she didn’t let it fall.

“I’ve never seen this before,” Alby whispered.

Newt wondered out loud, “could she be another of… magical descent?”

“Remember when Teresa died?” Alby said, mostly to Newt. The others listened in. “She spoke of people that called themselves witches. But not like my witches- kind ones. Ones that practised it for the better. They used crystals and candles and cards. There were different kinds too. Like, moon witches or garden witches.”

“Yeah,” Teresa inputted, “one of my friends was friends with someone who just used nature or plants to make themselves feel better. They talked a lot about appreciating Mother Earth.”

“Do you think this new girl would classify herself as a witch?” Newt asked.

“A modern one, maybe.” Teresa said, “but not like the ones the media portrays.”

“The media?” Gally was confused.

“Remember? I told you about TV’s, computers, and other things.”

“I’m sorry,” Gally held up his hands, “but all I had was the radio.”

“So if she’s a witch- but let’s not jump to conclusions,” Newt said, “then maybe we could contact her. Chuck’s already proven that we can touch her materials. Maybe she’ll call out to us with an Ouija board or something.”

Teresa muttered something about old souls. Newt frowned at her words but Thomas and Minho stifled laughter.

Y/n lit her candles, joking, “I need to cleanse this house. Who knows what evil spirits are here?” Sonya and Brenda laughed, but the ghosts were worried

“Evil spirits?” Chuck worried. “We’re spirits.”

“But we’re not evil,” Alby countered.

“Well, Gally is.” Thomas shrugged. Gally swung a punch at him, but Thomas just giggled as it connected with his transparent body, not harming him at all.

Y/n placed the lit candles around the room, softly humming to herself. The ghosts waited for a moment, but none of them disappeared. They all sighed in relief.

“Well,” Sonya said, “we’ll leave you to get settled in and come back in a couple days?” The last part was a question. Y/n nodded, showed the girls out with many hugs and cheek kisses, and then entered her room again, finalising the finishing touches.

Newt watched her curiously while the rest seemed kind of bored, rummaging through the new humans’ things. Y/n put up pictures of her family and friends, Newt following close behind. He saw a picture of her and a boy that seemed to be her age. Was that her brother or boyfriend? Something ugly stirred deep inside him.

Oddly, then Y/n sat cross legged on the floor, holding some smaller crystals in her hands. She started rocking back and forth slightly. Breathing steadily, she closed her eyes. Something had seemed off about this house, even before she bought it. Something called to her, so she knew she had to buy it. Taking in deep breaths, slightly unsure if it would work but desperately hoping, Y/n called to the spirits she knew were there. She had never tried such an intense spell before; usually her spells were simple things such as warding off evil spirits, bringing good luck, or willing the anxiety to leave her. Such a powerful spell such as seeing spirits or ghosts was something she had never considered.

When she felt the magic come to a calm, Y/n slowly opened her eyes. Sitting in front of her, mirroring her criss-crossed stance, was a fair haired translucent boy, staring at her inquisitively. Y/n screamed loudly, jumping backwards. Newt startled, standing up as well.

“Why is she screaming?” Thomas asked. Y/n whipped around and when she saw him poking at her boxes, screamed again.

“Wait,” Alby started towards her, “can you see us?”

“Who are you people?!” Y/n shrieked, backing up into a corner and answering Alby’s question. “How did you get in my house?”

“Your house?” Gally scoffed, “we’ve been living here far longer. Wait,” he stopped, “you can see us.”

“Yes I can see you!” Y/n cried, “What do you mean?! And how did you get in here!? Get out now!”

“We can’t,” Teresa said, “We’re tied to this house. How can you see us?”

“Are you ghosts?” Y/n asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” Newt answered, examining her.

“Then I guess the spell I said made you visible to me?” Y/n shrugged, “I have no idea.” She sat down. “I can’t believe you guys are spirits!”

“We are,” Newt affirmed.

“How did that happen?”

New sat down on the bed next to her. “We don’t know. The first one to die on this property was Alby. He died right after the Salem Witch trials. Minho then bought this property and died when he got ran over by one of his bulls.”

“Really?!” Y/n snorted.

Minho rolled his eyes and said, “At least I didn’t die of being cold!” Chuck gaped at him. Thomas patted the boy's head reassuringly.

Newt elaborated, “Chuck died when he was young- younger than all of us. Of hypothermia, or as Minho calls it, ‘being a wuss to coldness’.”

Minho chuckled, ruffling Chuck’s hair. “Still love you, little bro.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Chuck waved him away, smiling.

“Next, I died,” Newt continued, “and then Thomas by a gunshot wound. After five dead children, people began to suspect the property was haunted.”

“How did you die, if you don’t mind me asking?” Y/n cautiously ventured.

“Doesn't matter,” Newt evaded the question, waving her away. He felt bad for not telling the truth, but he would tell her later. “No one lived on if for a while, and that’s when the five of us became really close. Gally’s wealthy family were the ones to build this house around World War One. He was just a kid then, but died in World War Two of wounds after he came back home. His family lived out their days, but none of them died here. Other people came and went, but the rumours and suspicions still surrounded this place. It didn’t help that Thomas, Chuck, and Minho made it there goal to terrorise anyone who stepped foot in here. Teresa, around your age when she moved in, died a few months later of cancer. She would’ve been in the hospital, but she refused. And that’s how we got our final seventh member.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of information to take in.” Y/n said, running a hand through her hair. “So, what things can you guys do as ghosts?”

“We can’t really touch anything.” Thomas waves a hand through one of Y/n’s boxes of clothes, his limb travelling right through it.

“But it was you guys who knocked over my crystal?”

“Yeah…” Chuck looked guilty, “that was me.”

“It’s okay!” Y/n quickly said, picking up on his shift in mood. “I just wanna know how you did it.”

“Not sure.” Teresa said, “Usually we can touch things if we try really hard- or at least bend inanimate objects to our will. For example, we really like playing chess and can make the pieces float to where they need to go. However, if we’re not concentrating, then we kinda just pass through things.”

“So are you all concentrating on not falling though this floor?”

Alby explained, “Not really. At first, yes, a ghost has to learn how to work their new abilities, but after a while it becomes second- hand nature.”

Y/n nodded, finally getting a grasp on it all. “And you all just live here? Together?”

“Yep!” Minho said happily, “We’re like one big, happy, family!”

“You’re actually in Newt’s room right now.” Thomas offered, not helping in the slightest. Newt shot him a look.

“Oh my gosh!” Y/n stood, “I’m so sorry! I can pick another room or something if you’d like.”

“No no!” Newt was quick to reassure her, “It’s completely fine! I don’t sleep in this room- none of us need to sleep if we don’t want to. I just like to use it because it’s next to the library and it’s easier to read if Minho and Thomas aren’t rushing through it on their weird adventures or dares.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Newt smiled.

Y/n slowly sat back down, laughing sheepishly. “I actually chose this room because it’s next to the library. I would love it if you could give me recommendations.”

“I would love to!” Newt beamed, not telling her that he knew of her desire to choose this room as they had all been listening in before. “Teresa and I swap recommendations all the time, though she’s more into the non- fictions and I like fantasy, science- fiction books more.”

“He also likes romance.” Chuck added.

If Newt could blush, he would be. The boys all cackled at his embarrassed face, but Y/n simply smiled kindly. “Oh, that’s okay,” she said, “sometimes I like romance too.”

“Okay!” Newt was relieved. “Actually, I can show you some of my favourites now! Come on.” He bobbed up from the bed and slowly floated out of the door, showing Y/n to the library. He was considerate of not going through the walls as he normally did, instead showing her the way.

The rest of the ghosts stared after them.

“Is it possible,” Gally started, “that Newt has feelings for a living girl?”

“Um,” Teresa scrunched her eyebrows. “I think it’s very possible.”

“I would say a bad word,” Minho groaned, “but Chuck’s here.”

“I’m literally older than half the spirits here!” Chuck cried.

Meanwhile, Newt glided down the hall, showing Y/n to the massive library. Books covered the walls and ornate carvings on the shelves. Three stories high, it was an impressive sight to behold.

Y/n, after admiring the rows and rows of books, couldn’t stop staring at the space between Newt’s floating feet and the floor.

“Are you admiring my floating?” Newt chuckled.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Y/n hummed. “I’m also wondering if I should tell my friends about you and the others. I’m still half convinced I’m crazy and you’re all a hallucination.”

“I promise we’re not.” Newt said.

“Exactly what a hallucination would say.” Y/n countered.

“True,” Newt laughed at that.

“I’m also just really proud that I could summon you guys,” Y/n said, “that’s a pretty big step for a witch. And the fact that I can see you, talk to you, and you back, without some sort of interference is amazing!” Newt grinned at her excitedness. “So, what books would you recommend?” Y/n sucked in a breath filled with exhilarating nervousness.

“Well, what genres do you enjoy?”

“Just give me your favourite book.” Y/n said, “I like reading someone else’s favourite book as it weirdly makes me feel closer to them. Like I understand them better. Does that make sense?”

“Yes.” Newt looked at her like she was the only thing in the whole world. “I completely understand.”

“So, what’s your favourite book?” Y/n prompted him after the slightly awkward silence.

“Well, I like anything Shakespeare has written. And there are so many classic fairy tales that people don’t appreciate anymore. I would recommend Romeo and Juliet if you haven’t read it already, but also The Time- Traveler’s Wife is fantastic.”

“Ooh, I would love to read both. Where are they?”

“I actually have a shelf that I like to keep all my favourites on,” Newt explained. “Unfortunately, Alby was cleaning a little while ago and had to move them. They're up on a higher shelf.”

“Is there a ladder that I could use?” Y/n looked around.

“Oh, no.” Newt scratched his neck. “You see, we don’t have a need for ladders cause we can… you know, float.” Newt flew up a couple feet to prove his point.

Y/n chuckled. “I guess so. Could you go get them? I wanna see your powers.”

Newt nodded slowly. He didn’t want to tell her about his fear of heights. He hadn’t always been afraid of heights, but ever since his death, he had been avoiding them. “Yeah,” he swallowed his fear and said, “I can get them for you.” Newt drifted upwards towards the top shelf where Alby had stored his books until he was done cleaning. If Alby had known Newt wanted to reach them, he would’ve never put them up so high, but what can you do? New quickly plucked out Romeo and Juliet and The Time Traveler’s Wife for Y/n, before quickly floating back down. He handed them to Y/n, the tip of her finger brushing through his.

“Thanks,” Y/n’s smile made it all worth it. “I’ll get started on them right away.”

“Well, don’t you wanna explore your new house?” Newt asked, “Chuck and Minho know all the secret passageways. Alby can tell you the entire history behind this property. Thomas can help you decorate. Weirdly, he has a good eye for that kind of thing. Gally can fix anything that’s not working. He may need to get the shower up and running again. Teresa knows all the nooks and crannies. She can also whip up a couple of mean muffins.”

“You guys can eat?”

“We don’t have to, but it’s nice every once in a while to be reminded of what ice cream tastes like.”

“And what do you do in the house?”

Newt hesitated. “I guess I just make sure everything’s running smoothly. While Alby insists everyone needs a schedule to make sure we’re not bored as hell, I’m the person that makes sure people stay on their schedule and help them if need be.”

“So you’re a very important part of this house?” Y/n asked with a hint of a tease.

Newt breathed a laugh, waving her away. “No, not really.”

“You are,” Y/n insisted. “It sounds like you do the things no one else wants to do.”

“I guess.”

“Hey,” Y/n’s eyes lit up, “why don’t we celebrate my moving in and making several new apparition friends by having a movie night? I can help Teresa make cupcakes or something, we could pop a couple bags of popcorn, pick three movies and get to know each other better? I mean, I’m essentially becoming your guy’s roommate who just showed up. I didn’t ask for your permission to move here- I just did. This could be my ‘thank you’ for letting me stay.”

“That sounds awesome.” Newt said, “I’ll go tell the others.” He happily drifted through the wall before remembering Y/n couldn’t pass through solids, popping his head back out the wall, smiling sheepishly, and returning to her.

Y/n and her ghost friends had been getting along splendidly for the last few weeks. Teresa would make Y/n a nice breakfast in the morning, more if the others wanted some, before Y/n woke up. Then when Y/n went to work, the spirits did their Alby- mandated chores as always. Gally was busy human- proofing the house and Thomas had already helped Y/n unbox everything and decorate Newt’s study as her bedroom. Newt had graciously moved his reading room to the room right next to hers. When Y/n came home, Chuck greeted her with a strong hug and Minho with a ruffling of her hair. Newt always watched from the foyer. And Y/n always noticed him and pulled him into a long hug. While making dinner, Y/n and Teresa pulled everyone else into help. Chuck usually stirred something or snuck some unbaked food. Minho washed dishes while Gally dried them. Alby handled the oven and Thomas the chopping of fruits and vegetables. Y/n and Teresa worked on the main meal and Newt flittered around doing whatever else needed to be done, causally brushing up against Y/n.

After dinner they settled for either a game night or movie night if Y/n didn’t need to spend some more time working. When Y/n needed to work, Newt would sit by her and make sure she wasn’t overworking. However, sometimes Newt would find Y/n pacing her room, whispering away on her phone or pouring over a book. He would keep his findings to himself, although wondering what she was doing. Other times, Y/n would be found in her room, surrounded by candles meditating.

“Hey Y/n?” Newt approached her one night while she was on the phone.

“I’ll call you back,” Y/n said quickly. After a second, she softly rolled her eyes and said, “I love you too.”

Newt frowned but continued, “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but we were wondering if you wanted to come down?”

“Of course!” Y/n nodded.

“May I ask who you were calling?” Newt wondered as he walked her down the staircase.

“My grandma,” Y/n explained, “I was hoping to get some… counselling.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Y/n looked around for any of the other ghosts before gesturing for Newt to follow her. She led him to an unused room and turned to him, excited. “I’ve been looking around and talking to my grandma, who’s also a witch, and reading some books. With a little magic,” the girl looked hesitant yet hopeful, “I may be able to bring you guys back.”

Newt reeled backwards. “What do you mean you can bring us back?!”

“Okay, well, it’s not a little magic,” Y/n conceded the truth, “it’s a lot of complicated magic. And some of it may be black magic. But it’s for the greater good! So it cancels out. My grandma warned me about it, but I think after I-”

“Y/n.” Newt steeled her. “No. You can’t do that. Trust me, it won’t work. Listen…” he took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes. “You’re not the first witch to live here. Before Gally died, there was another who lived here. Her name was Ava Paige. As a young witch back then, she thought she could do anything. She was indeed powerful, but we got a little too close to her. We trusted her too much. She wanted to bring us back, like you, so she dipped into the dark arts. It- It didn’t turn out well. By just brushing into the darker arts, her soul was consumed and she be- became inhuman. It was terrible.” Newt ran a hand through his hair. It fluffed up because of it. “Thomas had to pick up a shotgun and kill her. You don’t see her here because something evil was inside of her. She didn’t return after she died. I don’t want that to happen to you, Y/n.” For the first time since he started talking, Newt looked into her eyes.

“Newt,” Y/n’s voice broke, “how did you die?”

“I killed myself.” Newt revealed. “I died by suicide. Alby and Minho kept trying to stop me but I couldn’t see them until it was too late. I woke up as a ghost with three boys I didn’t know staring down at me.”

“Oh, Newt.” Y/n lunges forward to hug him, but Newt, not expecting it, lets her tumble through him and put the other side. Y/n sighed, unable to comfort him. “I’m so sorry. That’s horrible. I wish I could hug you.”

“Just- please don’t try to bring us back.” Newt cautioned her, “I don’t want you disappearing into a blackness that only death could pull you out of. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you. I don’t want you to die.”

“But then I could be with you.” Y/n whispered, “Eternally.”

“Don’t you dare,” Newt shook his head. “I will not let you. Stay alive for as long as you can. Love your life to the fullest. I will not have that gift ripped away from you.”

“Newt,” Y/n’s voice trailed off as Newt hurridley floated away, once again running a hand through his hair, despair haunting his face. Y/n’s jaw tightened as she took out her phone and dialled her grandma. “Grandma,” she started, “hi. I was wondering if you could send me the book?” After quiet, urging words on the other end of the phone, Y/n said, “Then maybe we can come to a compromise. When’s the next full moon?”

With her Grandma’s book in hand, the full moon overhead, and surrounded by all her candles and crystals and plants, Y/n sat cross- legged. She had drawn a circle around herself and had gotten everything ready.

She only hoped that the ghosts wouldn’t figure out what was going on until it was too late.

Y/n started chanting slowly, fixating on the words from the book. Her chanting grew louder, the candles flickering and wind starting to howl outside. She called upon any deity she could think of, using all the different types of magic her grandma had taught her.

From downstairs, Newt glanced up from his book, something troubling him.

Y/n took a deep breath before chanting the second line of the spell. Then the third line, and back to the first. If she were to open her eyes or break her concentration, she would find the candles all blown out and the book laid closed before her. As Y/n repeated the first line, something bubbled from deep inside her. Something dangerous she instantly knew should never have been touched. However, she pushed through. Dark veins started crawling up her arms, the punishment for crossing the dark line of witchcraft. They climbed higher and higher eventually reaching her elbows before-

The door slammed open and Newt, along with the others rushed through. “Y/n!” Newt cried once he saw her state.

Y/n’s eyes flew open and for a second Newt swore they were pitch black. An animalistic rage buzzed with her glare. Then the spell broke and they turned back to her normal, e/c colour.

“What were you doing?!” he screamed. Alby, Thomas, Gally, and Minho rushed into the room, tossing out the candles, cleansing the crystals, and erasing the circle as Teresa held Chuck back.

“Why did you do that?!” Y/n yelled back. “I was so close! I would’ve done it!”

“Look at your arms!” Newt cried, rushing to her, “A few more seconds and you would’ve been gone!”

“I wasn’t completing the full spell!” Y/n argued, “I had everything prepared. I was doing it under the full moon and altering it so you guys would only be human again when the moon was at its most powerful! It wasn’t like Ava, I promise!”

The rest of the spirits froze at the name. “How does she know about that?” Alby asked, voice dangerously low.

“She told me about her plan so I told her of Ava to warn her,” Newt replied slowly.

Alby took a deep breath before saying, “Newt, I understand you feel for this human, but we have no control over them. We promised never to speak of Ava again.”

“I’m sorry, Alby,” Newt said, “but I couldn't let her do this. I just couldn’t.”

Y/n rubbed at her black veins. Why did they scar if the spell didn’t work?

“Newt,” Y/n whispered, “I think it might’ve worked.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, distracted.

“I completed the spell. But I told you, I didn’t go all the way. I modified it so you would only return to living humans under the full moon. Well, it’s the full moon and I think it worked.”

Chuck interrupted the conversation by jumping loudly up and down. “Oh my god,” he beamed, “I don’t go through the floor!”

“Chuck,” Teresa chastised, “you’ve been practising your whole life. Of course you don’t fall through the floor.”

“Yeah,” Gally said, “but Minho, Alby, Thomas, and I just picked everything up without having to think about it.”

Y/n looked hopefully at Newt. He glanced back at her, worried. Then, Y/n leapt forward and engulfed Newt in a hug. Newt stumbled back, surprised. “I caught you,” he whispered.

“It worked!” Thomas cried. The others started jumping around and shouting, overwhelmed by the newfound realisation. Teresa used a small knife to cut open her arm, eyes growing large when blood started to blink out. Minho and Thomas embraced, clapping each other on the back and Chuck flopped onto Y/n’s bed, feeling the comfort of a blanket once more. Alby stood in the middle of the room, tears brimming his eyes. Was he actually alive? Gally couldn’t stop yelling, grasping all his friends in a tight hug.

Newt and Y/n just kept hugging each other. Newt squeezed her tightly, afraid it was all a dream and she was going to disappear. Real tears, which he had not been able to conjure since death, slipped down his face and he took joy in feeling them. He gripped Y/n even tighter, her shirt bunching up underneath his fists. Y/n hugged him back, knowing that she shouldn’t let go. Overcome with so much emotion, Newt simply buried his face into the crook of her neck, quietly sobbing.

“Newt?” Y/n gently pulled back, cupping his face in her hands. Her thumb swiped away his tears. “Are you okay?”

“I’m better than okay, love.” Newt’s voice broke. “I’m fantastic.”

“It’s only during the full moon,” Y/n looked ashamed, “I’m sorry I couldn’t extend it longer, but everyone will be spirits except for one day a month.”

“It’s perfect,” Newt swallowed. “Bloody perfect. You’re bloody perfect.”

Y/n scoffed and shook her head. “I could’ve done better. It’s not-” Newt cut off her worries with a kiss.

Y/n startled backwards and Newt immediately felt terrible. “I’m so sorry!” he started rambling, cheeks coating with an embarrassed blush. “I should’ve asked but I didn’t. I just messed everything up by not asking and I’m so sorry-”

Y/n didn’t say anything except pull him close and kiss him again. “Just caught me off guard,” she mumbled. Newt beamed before bending down and pressing his lips to hers.

Minho was first to notice, letting out a loud ‘whoop’ that gained everyone else’s attention. Thomas wolf- whistled which only made the lovers smile and deepen the kiss. Gally hid his blush at the display and Teresa grinned. Alby laughed out of pure delight for them and Chuck made a gagging noise, burying himself in the blanket.

Newt slowly pulled away, smiling wildly. Life was certainly going to change.

While life continued as normal in the ‘haunted mansion’, there was an air of happiness ever present that wasn’t there before. Teresa would hum to herself while baking and Alby was seen laughing more often. Even Gally was caught smirking whenever he found something amusing.

Y/n would come home from work as always, but it was Newt she greeted first and then Chuck and Minho.

In the days leading up to the full moon, the house got livelier and livelier. Thomas would chase Chuck around before Newt would call out in warning. Chuck would yell something about himself being indestructible and Minho would swoop in, lifting him high into the air.

When the fateful day came, the spirits did whatever came to mind. Gally challenged Ably to a duelling match, each poking and prodding each other with dull swords, oddly relishing in the fact that blood could be spilt. Teresa conducted experiments in the kitchen, excited to actually be able to smell the chemicals or accidentally cover herself in pink dye. Thomas and Minho would dare each other to complete life- defying stunts such as jumping out a window or drinking Teresa’s new concoction. Chuck always followed closely behind, a little scared that something may happen, but also willing himself to be brave enough to do what the older boys did.

Newt and Y/n would always disappear, either into the library or her room as the full moon declared their date night. The others knew not to disturb them, mostly out of kindness, but also Y/n’s strong glare whenever one brought it up teasingly. None of them really knew what they did (although Thomas jokingly thought they dramatically reenacted Shakespeare while Minho wiggled his eyebrows; though he couldn’t say his thoughts in front of Chuck. Chuck, however, made a point to not jump on Y/n’s bed anymore unless he was certain the sheets had been cleaned). Truth be told, the couple did whatever they pleased; whether it was calmly watch a movie, curl up and reading together, having an indoor picnic, or something else. Whatever it was, Newt would always absentmindedly stroke Y/n’s blacked veins, forever grateful of her sacrifice. Y/n woke up in the middle of the night sometimes, plagued with nightmares, but Newt was quick to comfort her. It was always worse the closer they got to the full moon. Nonetheless, everyone in the house, dead or alive, were content and happier than they had ever been.

However, people do get older. While Y/n grew up, the spirits stayed the same. Newt was always worried she would move on to another house, but she never did. She never got married, either. Sonya’s children would come over, along with Y/n’s nieces and nephews, begging to hear stories from their auntie. Y/n would sit them down, alcohol in hand (forever loving her and Brenda’s role as the wine aunts,) and tell them stories of witchery, spirits, monsters, and her still black veins. The children would watch with large eyes, terrified, yet enamoured. After each story was done, the never ending questions of “was it real?!” came forth. Y/n would simply laugh and raise a toast to her spirit friends watching from the kitchen. Newt would raise his glass back, smiling. But a small part of him felt guilty while watching his love be surrounded by kids. Did he take that away from her?

Yet, the tradition of dying young in that house didn’t stop. While in a heated discussion with Teresa one day, at the age of twenty- one, Y/n slipped on the stairs, tumbling down and hitting her head on the polished wood. Teresa let out a scream, signalling to the others that something was wrong. But they were too late. Y/n lay in a growing puddle of her blood.

If Newt could cry, he would’ve. A hollow scream left his lips as he stared at his beloved. He crashed to the ground next to Y/n, cursing every god he knew. Frantic, and not thinking clearly, his translucent hands swept through her, willing Y/n to just wake up. Minho gripped his shoulder firmly, reminding him it would be okay. It would all be okay. Alby slowly drifted towards the phone, a deep aching feeling of melancholy in his chest. He called the hospital.

When the paramedics came and found the body with no sight of who called, the police were called in. Pictures were taken with an invisible boy weeping over the body of his lost love.

Alby knelt down next to him. “It’ll be okay,” he reminded Newt, a sharp edge to his voice.

“I kept her from having a good life!” Newt cried out, his true thoughts coming through. “She stayed here because of me! I’ve cursed her to stay here for all eternity!”

“Newt.” Alby tried to talk sense into him. “Y/n loved it here. She loved you. She loves you. She’ll be back.”

“Look at her,” Newt whispered, gently running a hand over Y/n’s cold face. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, lifeless. The colour had drained from her body, leaving Y/n as white as the ghosts.

“She dabbled in black magic,” Gally said quietly so Newt couldn’t hear her. Even if he could, he was in his own little world. “Are we sure she’s going to come back?” Alby and Minho shot him a glare, telling him to shut up. Thomas shook his head.

Eventually, after crime scene photos for a forever-to-be-opened case were taken, the paramedics gently lifted Y/n’s body onto a stretcher, draped a white cloth over her, and took her away. In her place, laid a translucent outline of Y/n. Newt gasped in relief, pulling Y/n’s spirit up into a hug. Slowly, Y/n opened her eyes.

“What happened?” she groaned. “Why does my head hurt?”

“You died,” Minho said bluntly. After Teresa hit him over the head, Minho quietly apologised.

“What does he mean, Newt?” Y/n looked at the boy, only then realising that she could see through her hands. “Holy fu…” Her eyes widened and she started hyperventilating. “I died? I can’t die. I shouldn’t die. I’m a ghost? I- I- wait? Newt?” She turned to him for answers, but Newt was only grinning.

“I’m so happy you’re not dead!” He yanked her in for another hug, then elaborated, “I mean, you are dead, but I was worried you may not come back as a spirit. I’m sorry you died. It’ll take a lot of getting used to, but we’ll help you to adjust. I- I feel terrible though.”

“Why?” Y/n asked him, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

“I kept you in here for so long. You didn’t get to see the world. And now you’re trapped in this house forever. I’m so sorry.” Y/n wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying; she just kept running her hands through his hair. “What are you doing?” Newt asked, swatting her hands away.

“I can touch you.” Y/n laughed softly. “I can actually touch you. M- My hand doesn’t go through you anymore. I can touch you!” She laughed louder, and Newt, perplexed but just happy she was smiling, laughed along with her. “Newt,” Y/n reassured his concerns, “I don’t care about that. I saw the world before I moved here. And now, my world is you.”

Minho pretended to gag behind their backs. Thomas laughed but Teresa pushed the both of them over.

“I was just so worried you were gone.” Newt said softly. He swallowed, trying to keep everything at bay.

“I’m not,” Y/n reassured him, “I’m here. And everything will be okay.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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thecourtjester12 · 4 months

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@dcaspiritau

Soon has arrived!!!

Have my doodle of Eclipse with Makeup (I tried, I don't really draw makeup often >-<)

Hope you like how they turned out!!! :3

#jesterposts #jesterdoodles #spirit au #spirit eclipse #not my character #fnaf daycare au #hehe #:3 #art for moot

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dcaspiritau · 2 months

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How has Eclipse been? :3 ,Jester

"my interns are missing I can't remember my interns are missing I didn't tell them anything my kids are missing"

"I can't remember I can't remember I can't remember where did they go where did they go WHERE DID THEY GO"

#spirit au #dca spirit au #dca au #daycare attendant #spirit eclipse #dca #fnaf eclipse #fnaf daycare attendant #qwillposting

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graysosh · 1 year

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“May I?”

“May you what?”

“Show you peace.”

An AU for Starscream and the seemingly benevolent Spirit that seems so intent on getting permission to possess him.

#tfp au #starscream #starscream x oc #kind of except in a queerplatonic way #oc #tfp starscream #spirit au

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jasmine-the-fox · 3 months

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May the spirits spare your soul

And at long last... I present to you all a new salt fic! So sorry for the wait I didn't mean to take this long to write anything... I have been trying to limit when I use my laptop and so I forgot to even make any fics for you all. Anyways this is my salt fic and I hope you all enjoy!

The time has come for the students at the Light academy to summon a spirit and see there soulmate thread to find the one they were meant to be with for all eternity. Jasmine and Marinette were very excited about this event, the two of them have talked about all of the spirits they could summon and they imagined who there soulmates could be in the end. Mari believed her soulmate would be charming and protective of her.

All the while Jasmine believed her soulmate would be loving, caring, strong and many other things... But at the end of the day she just wanted someone who would love her no matter what happens, as a result they were waiting in line for there turn to summon there spirit and soulmate thread... All of a sudden they heard laughter and looked to find ahead of them was Lila Rossi, she is a liar and still was able to get people around her to believe everything she claims.

"Don't waste our time you losers! We all know that neither of you will get anything so just go back to your rooms" she said making Mari want to smack her but Jasmine stops her "You know she will make us look like the bad guys if you try anything. It's for the best to ignore her for now and wait for our chance to take her down" she explained making Mari sigh but nod in agreement.

They stay where they were which angers Lila before she looks forward and keeps moving as time slowly moves for her to have her turn to summon her spirit and get her thread to her soulmate... She couldn't wait to shove it in Jasmine and Mari's faces when she get's one and they don't in the end, she smiles as she walks to her spot in her white dress and gives her name so she can be marked as her turn being done. She recites the incantation that is required to summon the spirit... And nothing happened which shocked her, she was about to try again but the dish that to reveal her thread was brought to her.

She dipped her hand and nothing happened again... She was angry and stormed over to where the others who had there turn were talking to there spirit or there friends. Time goes by and soon it's Mari's turn, she takes her spot and just as she was about to give her name Lila speaks "Don't bother with her or Jasmine. They won't get anything at all" she claimed but was ignored as Mari gave her name. She then spoke the incantation and all of a sudden lightning began and before Mari was a little storm... That revealed her spirit. He was a boy that looked around her age with blonde hair and green eyes, he also had black markings on his body.

"Hello my dear Soulmate. I am Adrien the God of Destruction and i am here to serve and care for you" he said making Mari look at him in shock, when the dish was brought to her she trembled as she placed her hand inside and the liquid began to glow. She pulled her hand out and just like he said her thread connected to him... They were soulmates, she opened her mouth to speak only for there to be a shriek "You thief! You stole him from me! He's my spirit and soulmate so give him back now!" Lila ordered only for an elder to speak "you should know Rossi that it is impossible to steal a spirit or even a soulmate from another" she claimed making Lila get looked at in confusion.

Of course she felt shame and so she ran away to her room, Jasmine then walked to her spot to speak her name... Only for two things to happen before she could: A tree sprouted before her and a fire tornado formed... Both of them revealed two beings that made many gasp in shock. The one in the tree was slightly shorter then Jasmine but not by much, he had curly green hair and bright green eyes, he had freckles all over him and was clearly an elf if you could tell by the clothes then by the ears... The other was taller than the both of them, he had spiky blonde hair and sharp red eyes, he also had dragon wings and a tail.

"Hello soulmate! I am Izuku elf God of the forest! I am so happy to finally meet you!" Izuku said making Jasmine smile "And I am Katsuki Fire dragon God" Katsuki claimed making Jasmine nod, the dish was brought to her and just like for Mari... It glowed and her threads connected to her two spirits. Everyone was shocked by this as they had never seen someone with two spirits who were also there soulmates, Jasmine soon walked over to Mari and Adrien "Why hello there Jasmine. Marinette has told me about you... But would it be alright if I could look around before we go somewhere to relax and talk?" Adrien asked making Jasmine smile and nod.

They then walked around so the three Gods could be shown around, Adrien would keep an eye out for anyone who might try to hurt Mari... All the while Katsuki had his tail around Jasmine's waist and Izuku spoke to some of the plants around him. When asked about it, he explained that it was to connect with the area so if he wasn't with Jasmine... He would at least know where she was and if she was alright, after awhile they split ways to show there respective soulmates there room, Adrien began to bring his things to decorate the room and to replace some of Mari's old things with new ones.

Izuku and Katsuki on the other hand... They completely took over the room, stuff was thrown out to be replaced with better furniture, decorations were added, jewelry was presented to Jasmine as gifts, plants were added for Izuku and that was just the tip of the iceberg on what they did to her room. A month goes by, and the two girls are bonding well with there soulmates and while some agree with Lila about her claims about it being unfair she didn't get anything... Others disagreed with her and began to stay away from her, this angered her as they shouldn't be leaving her like that.

Lila was so angry but determined to get back at the two... She was the winner in this place and there was no way she will allow them to win even once while she's around... So she began to form a little plan, this however was sensed by Adrien, he looked over to find Lila heading somewhere and he could tell she had a plan in mind "Adrien? Is something wrong?" he turned back towards Mari and smiled towards her "Sorry love... But I think it would be for the best that we go inside now" he explained, this of course confused the two girls but they both nodded as Jasmine offered they go to her room.

Mari nodded in agreement and they all headed inside to Jasmine's room, they slowly walked over and Mari was surprised that she moved "Katsuki got into a fight with a girl next to me because she was being too loud with her potions... Then she made a hole in the wall and almost hurt me so he went to attack her" she explained making Mari gasp while Katsuki grumbled about how he had warned the girl to be careful. They walk into the room to find it much larger than her old room, she had a large bed, a chair swing, a table to read and drink tea on, a large bookshelf and so much space to do her own thing, they all sat down at the table while Izuku went and made them all some tea.

They talked for a while as they relaxed until there was a knock on the door, Izuku goes to open it and finds Lila who looked sad and teacher Bustier who looked displeased about something "Now Jasmine, I know your happy with your situation but it's not fair at all to Lila that you summoned two spirits while she didn't. So it's for the best that you hand one of them over to her" she ordered. They were all shocked by her words as she then grabbed Izuku to force him by Lila to follow her... He wasn't the one she wanted though since she would rather have Katsuki by her side but she was happy to have still won... But Adrien stopped it "Miss, while I understand you wish to make her happy... You are wrong to force a soulmate to be with another who isn't there soulmate or master" he explained.

This of course angered Caline, she tried to force what she ordered to happen... But then teacher Mendeleiev came over "What is the meaning of this Caline! You know that a spirit or even a soulmate can't be with another as they are bound to there summoner and soulmate no matter what!" she screams, Caline tried to explain but she and Lila were dragged by the woman to be spoken to... leaving the group alone for now as they were certain that Lila wasn't done with them just yet. Izuku who had been terrified from the situation quickly ran to Jasmine who held him close to her side, Mari feeling like it was for the best to leave said her goodbyes and left with Adrien for her room, later she received a letter explaining that she and Jasmine were excused from classes for the entire day after what happened to them thanks to Lila.

She didn't know what Jasmine had planned... But she knew that she wanted to go to the market and get to know Adrien a little better today, while she was out and about... Jasmine didn't leave her room, Izuku needed her and Katsuki went out for her to get them food after making sure that the seal around the room was there and active so no one could try to enter. Later, during the night he didn't sleep... Instead her kept himself awake to watch over his soulmates and to keep them safe... And warm as they both despised the cold. As for Lila and Caline, Lila was given a warning for her actions while Caline was pulled out from her classes for a week even after she focuses on writing 300 times that she couldn't force a spirit to be with another student or a soulmate to be with someone else.

They of course hated this... But those were there punishments for there actions, the worst part was that all of the students found out what she did... Turns out Jasmine's neighbour was in her room and heard what happened... She was the reason Mendeleiev came and also told everyone what happened... Resulting in Lila being hated and ignored while Jasmine was asked how Izuku was doing. Lila of course tried to save face by lying to her old followers... But only the three who were loyal stay by her side which upsetted her as she wanted more of them by her side... But they snapped out of her lies and went to apologize to Mari and Jasmine for there actions, after that things went back to normal.

Jasmine and Mari went to there classes while bonding with there soulmates, many students praised them for there strength while some went to them for help which resulted in them becoming popular, this caused Lila to want what they have back... And then she got a plan. One day everyone began to talk after the first class of the day about how Lila didn't come to class and no one knew why, but then... They were all in a panic when an explosion happened outside, Adrien claimed that Lila was the reason for the explosion and when asked why... Everyone felt fear "She summoned someone by force... And it's not a spirit or a god" he explained.

The teachers rushed outside with some students' including Mari and Jasmine followed them... Sure enough Lila was where they do the annual spirit summoning with a bright smile "I did it! I summoned my spirit and soulmate!" she claimed... everyone gasped in horror as she didn't summon a spirit... But a high ranking demon "I am Tomura... A pleasure" he said, teachers screamed that they needed to send Tomura back and cleanse Lila after what she did which was against so many laws but she refused and screamed that they were trying to tear her from her soulmate. Tomura made things worse when he claimed that they were being rude to him and his soulmate... And then... He noticed Jasmine, he grinned and pounced to attack her, she screamed in horror as Mari called out to her but luckily Izuku and Katsuki moved quickly enough to protect her while Adrien went to attack him and move him away from everyone.

Lila tried to stop Adrien, but teachers take her back inside by force making her scream for Tomura... only for Adrien to succeed in sending him back where he belongs... However he turned in horror to find Jasmine on the ground in pain, in the end Tomura had been able to lightly touch her and as a result his powers were slowly killing her from the inside and outside, unable to keep watching her suffer... Katsuki and Izuku move and give her some of there blood and begin a binding incantation. This will bind her to them and she will live as long as they do, unable to die and unable to age anymore... As a result the attack Tomura did on her disappeared and she woke up fully healed, Mari cried tears of joy at this and held her friend close to her side, after that, they watched as Lila was punished for her crimes by being sent to the shadow realm.

This realm was a prison to make the criminals suffer by either going mad... Or end there own life, Lila tried to fight back but failed and was sent to the shadow realm, Jasmine was offered some time out of class and she accepted to return home with Katsuki and Izuku to inform her family and friends there of what happened to her... Many cried but accepted in the end that she would watch them all die in the end which hurt her greatly, she stayed there for a few days before heading back to the school to continue with her studies. Mari does check on her at times because she still worried about her friend, but Jasmine always smiled and told her not to worry about her and to focus on herself... Adrien ended up explaining to her that Jasmine needed time to accept that she might never die.

This broke Mari's heart... But she accepted this and allowed time for her friend to heal from this new life she was to live, of course it wasn't easy on Jasmine either as many of the students began to ask her questions about being immortal... She tried to turn them away but most of the time she would return to her room tired and drained from answering there questions. Katsuki and Izuku try there best to help her but most of the time... She simply wanted to sleep, one day Katsuki and Izuku took her away for a few days, she was of course confused until they took her to a lovely house that was by a gorgeous lake. They revealed how they built it for her to relax and be able to heal from what happened to her because of Lila... Jasmine cried that day for the first time after she was told she wouldn't die as long as Katsuki and Izuku live.

She looked around the place and slowly adjusted to the place with them showing her around, she returned to class much better then before and even spoke to Mari with a bright smile... This made her friend so happy that she was doing so much better now. Time went by and soon they graduated, Mari returned home to her parents to be with them for a while while Jasmine went back to him to celebrate with her friends and family before she goes back to the home her soulmates built for them to live in together. Years go by and now Mari is also immortal and is a teacher at the academy, Jasmine on the other hand is the mother of five kids: two forest dragons, two fire elves and one dragon elf with great magic... the five will attend the academy when they are older but for now learn from there parents while Jasmine carried there younger sibling.

Mari and Adrien visit when they can and are always happy to see them, currently Mari and Adrien's daughter Emma wasn't with them as she had to study for a test so they only had Lucas with them... But they promised she would be with them next time, Jasmine simply smiled as she greeted them and had the two join her while Lucas went to play, they talked for a bit until Mari went to join the kids in there little game "Adrien? Are you happy?" Jasmine asked making Adrien look at Marinette "Yes. Being with my soulmate at long last makes me so happy... Just like i believe Katsuki and Izuku are happy to be with you" he said making Jasmine smile and nod as Katsuki came over to carry her over to the others with Adrien following.

Yes... Adrien was very happy now... He wait 300 years to be with Mari once more and now he would never let her go... He knew that Katsuki and Izuku on the other hand... Waited five thousand years to be with Jasmine once more...

He also knew that Lila who was stuck in the shadow realm... Was praying for the spirits who live there... To spare her soul... Even though they have waited centuries for her to finally be in there grasp...

#miraculous salt #salt fic #crossover #miraculous ladybug #bnha #no miraculous au #soulmate au #Spirit au #Magic au #lila salt #adrienette #oc x katsuki x izuku

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majimasleftasscheek · 8 months

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scuttles into ur inbox like a homeless crustacean Hi hello I'm in love with that AU of yours where the tattoos are representative of spirits attached to the characters and I think about Ms Hannya at least once daily. Thank you for the food. Also I'm curious to know, what sort of spirit do you think Ichiban would have?

something like this! his name is Toriyama (after the dragon quest, or dragonball for those more familiar, artist). like Ichiban, he's a goober and optimist tho a lil more careful with a total of +1 more braincell

I think he fits pretty well into the whole "Ichiban imagines fantastical shit" sorta thing he has going on lmao

#I finally got to this hougghghogh #I really like his coloring #toriyama #kasuga ichiban #spirit au #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #my art

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floralstorms · 1 month

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this one in particular took a while to finish and even longer to post

#prohibited wish #prohibitedwish #Scarab #the Scarab #Scarab the god auditor #Heather hefts the unposted art onto tumblr finally #my art #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #spirit au #prismo the wishmaster #Prismo #prismo x scarab #Aaand whatever other tags… Idk #Scheduling this to space stuff out

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angeart · 3 months

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AU Masterpost [tags]

I think it's time. So I can keep track, and you guys know what's out there and how to search for it <3 I'll try to order AUs based on how much there is to them. Some AUs will only have a single thought/art underneath their tag, but there might be more added to them in the future, and if you're curious about anything, you can always ask. (I'm very easily convinced to drop rambles, as has been proven in the past—)

Help Me To Breathe [hmtb]

my main multi-chapter story, set in s8 boatem. deaths abruptly hurt on hermitcraft, and each respawn makes it worse. scar dies a lot by grian's hands, before grian even learns (the hard way) that things hurt now. welcome to a scarian angst hellhole where 3rd life flashbacks hit like bricks and guilt is mercilessly spilled everywhere <3

this fic is the epitome of it gets worse before it gets better. trust me.

cws: violence, ptsd, anxiety attacks, delusions, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suicidal ideation, suicide, temporary character death... please check tags on AO3 which i try very hard to keep updated

tags: #hmtb - an all-encompassing tag for fic updates, rambles, and art. (sometimes #hmtb art is also used in tandem, where relevant.)

fic: Help Me To Breathe on AO3

Hunted hybrids [hhau]

hermitcraft s8 got code-attacked and all the hermits got scattered into different worlds, lost and stuck in unfamiliar places, not knowing if their home still exists. the au follows scar and grian who ended up in the same world (although originally unaware)—a world dangerous and hostile to hybrids. grian is an avian, scar is a vex, and they're hunted relentlessly. also, it's permadeath <3

this au is self-indulgently used in RP and co-owned by linkito

cws: violence, blood, dehumanisation of hybrids, self harm (feather plucking), mentions of suicidal ideation

tags: #hhau

this one got out of hand so >> hhau masterpost <<

Boatem circus

scar, a sea-lion hybrid, builds a circus as a safe haven for all the hybrids and misfits that have nowhere to belong and need a place to heal. they all carry their own traumas and wounds, and scar gives them what they never had: gentleness and options and freedom to roam or leave. but it's not easy, navigating a growing community of varying triggers and buried pasts.

au put together with stiffyck

cws: ptsd, panic attacks, fear of fire, loss and grief, mentions of captivity/torture/abuse

tags: #boatem circus au

fics: don't be afraid, little bird (there are no cages around you now); elegy

[AO3 series link]

Sleep demon Grian

grian is a sleep demon, existing in the dreamscape, able to manipulate dreams and thriving on giving people nightmares. he meets scar in a dream, immediately intrigued and amused by his reactions, and he keeps coming back to him. scar, despite all the nightmares being thrown at him, catches a glimpse of his perpetrator, and grows curious in turn. they start talking, everything eventually culminating into a ritual and a summonning circle. grian, in the waking world, needs to learn how to exist somewhere where he can get actually hurt, and come to terms with the fact that he has locked away memories and trauma.

cws: injuries, fear, panic, nightmares(?), trauma, violence, memory repression

tags: #sleep demon grian au

au rambles: here

fics: the nightmare snippet; even if it hurts (and even if it isn't a dream) you can have a home here

Cursed forest

found family boatem, where each of them carry their own heavy past and an attached curse. they thought they'd never find a place to settle that'd accept them and let them heal. but they found each other, deep in a hidden away forest, littered by bones and flowers, death and hope. (honestly, just see the au rambles.)

au put together with stiffyck

cws: animal death, necromancy, grief and guilt, body horror

tags: #cursed forest au

rambles: here

fics: even with death haunting your footsteps, your flowers will bloom again

Misguided Heroes

scar is secretly hotguy, a hero meant to protect the people. grian is a shopkeeper at barge, but with self-proclaimed king ren wreaking havoc on economy and making life of ordinary citizens so much harder, he decides to secretly play vigilante, cuteguy, and stage a one-man rebellion.

also, scar and grian are roommates.

au for rp with sima <3

cws: injuries, illusions messing with perception/reality, [to be determined]

tags: #misguided heroes au

Ari au

grian is ariana giande (ari), a famous singer beloved by the crowds. except things start getting a bit too out of hand. there are stalkers and people who think they have the right to ari's personal life, the right to see and dictate everything. the press gets out of hand. maybe the crowds get too rowdy. maybe—

more scared and overwhelmed by the second, grian gets a bodyguard. that bodyguard is scar. things continue to escalate though, and by the time ari calls a break in her career, everything's irreparably breaking down around grian.

(If it wasn't clear yet, this is one very dark, very heavy, very human story. There's love and so, so, so much despair. Things go wrong and then worse.)

au with Ben

cws: papparazzi hounding, stalkers, lack of privacy, blurring of self, drugging and [attempted] SA, self harm, overdose, medical trauma, restraints, seizures, ptsd, depression, suicidal stuff

tags: #ari au

Ghost Scar

grian is a paranormal investigator. scar is a ghost. they meet, they talk, and grian resolves to do his best to make scar feel less lonely.

cws: dead character??? he's a ghost dw he's fine-

tags: #ghost scar au

fics: you exist in silence (i'll help you make a sound)

Silly vampire Scar

scar is a vampire living in a mansion too big and too lonely for him. grian and mumbo are survivors in a world riddled with monsters, which they learn to hunt and kill. one night, they seek shelter in what seems to be an abandoned mansion—

cws: general vampire stuff, [to be determined]

tags: #vampire scar au

fics: [one day]

Cuteguy au

things do be angsty in this one. scar is hotguy, grian is his sidekick cutecuy. one day, things go wrong and a building explodes with scar still inside. the body is never found. hotguy is presumed dead. that is, until cuteguy comes face to face with a new villain that is oddly familiar—

idea loosely bounced off of stiffy's TOGH au

cws: blood, violence, delusions, brainwashing, grief, loss of identity, presumed major character's death (twice. wild. huh.)

tags: #cuteguy au

Papers please au

what it says on the tin. scar lives with his cat jellie in a cold, small, state-provided apartment and gets assigned a job as an immigration officer at a border checkpoint. he... isn't great at the job, but doesn't have a choice, and needs the money to keep them fed and healthy. grian is the head of resistance, because of course he is <3

cws: dystopian world, cold, hunger, sickness, potential pet death, injuries

tags: #papers please au

Spirit au

grian is an avian living freely in a patch of forest. that is, until he gets caught by people who think hybrids are on-par with working animals, and is shackled and hurt and trained, to serve. there is a looming war, and flight-capable carriers are very valued (but not much cared for). scar is a vex hybrid, coming from a settlement that's kinder to hybrids, who also gets captured. they meet in captivity, and things happen.

cws: hybrid slavery, hybrid dehumanisation, loss of freedom, abuse, warzone stuff

tags: #spirit au

DL rp au

grian and scar in double life, soulbound and with vague memories of previous life games. their soul connection transfers not only all the pain and injuries, but also emotions. and they both feel. a little too much. (they're a mess, but also in love, as they should be)

au for rp with sima <3

cws: they very sad; self destructive tendencies (sorry there's no self in this one, they are linked and there's always collateral-)

tags: #dl rp

Half sea town au

a town half-submerged into the sea. the upper half is reserved for humans, who are seen as better, richer, the posh and the nobility. the lower half, the submerged part, is slum-like, reserved for seafolk, seen as lesser. many seafolk learn to live on land, to improve their standing (not necessarily living situation; they do need water). mumbo lives amongst the nobility. scar lived his whole life in the sea. grian, even though he belongs to the seafolk, lives on land. mumbo's best friend, forever trying to be something he isn't.

a crackers collective au

cws: er.. class divide?, self worth issues, needs denial in a way?

tags: #half sea town au

The underwater au that somehow fails to have a name the first thing i ever posted on tumblr woo.

an underwater au set somewhere in the wide, deep sea. merfolks. mumbo is a prince, grian, jimmy, and joel are his guards. scar is a deep-sea fish, and tales say those are scary and horrendous and dangerous. (he's just a silly guy, pls)

stiffy/crackers collective au

cws: injuries, idk

tags: #mer au

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smaller aus/ideas:

last life scar: #post-ll scar's issues with touch

fixing double life scarian: #fixing dl au

puppeteer scar: #puppeteer scar au

cannibal scar/forest (the game) au: #forest au

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others' aus that i have yoinked and might have content for:

#grumbo apocalypse monster au - ben's au that i slinkered my way into <3 - ben's au masterpost here - grian is very much a (horror) creature :3

#space grian au - also belongs to ben. also burrowed my way in to this one. hehe. (ben none of your aus are now safe from me.)

#snifflins au - crackers group au, based on that one time jimmy and scar were piglinmynose, and joel and grian were sniffermyfeet - twisted into snifflers and piglin hybrids (snifflins!) in the aftermath, trying to get used to their new bodies and instincts and needs.

#desert alien scar au - belongs to stiffy

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+ a whole bunch of aus (some collective ones) that i haven't talked about on tumblr yet <3

(for example, the zombie whisperer scar/dancing zombies au - postapo, (mum)scarian, with one redscape-focused fic (written for stiffy): the blooms in a dead world)

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(if i missed any cws for any of the aus, please let me know!)

reinstating that if you're curious about anything, i don't bite! come ask!

[my AO3]

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OKAY. I did it. @thr-333 i finally did it. i made your lil guy. AND i gave him lore.

but before i show you i want you to see the mass amounts of concept sketches i came up with cuz i couldnt figure this guy out for the life of me.

haha this went in so many different directions. i wanted him to look young, but any time i drew him like that he looked weird. so i tried a teenager. that just looked terrible. eventually i got it right tho :)

oke, lore time! i gave this boi trauma so brace yourselves! also, imma try to make it mostly as a fic cuz i wanna see if i can actually write like that. oh, btw for context go here :)

The altar was beautiful. A tiny hut with no front wall. a large cork board on the back wall with pretty charms hanging from it. and a solid stone table in the center with lavender growing around the edges and corners. it would have been a wonderful sight.....if it wasn't Tommy's final resting place. two large men in black robes and masks covering their faces ushered Tommy forward. His hands were bound, and he was too weak to get away. the men shoved him to his knees, their hands gripping his shoulders hard and mercilessly. the priest stood behind him, speaking out to the crowd. nobody seemed to care that Tommy was just a child who didn't want to be here. he knew he would die one day. but he expected it to be from starvation or some sort of sickness from living on the streets. not like this. not as a sacrifice for some stupid Moon God. The priest finished his speech. shit. Tommy struggled against the ropes. please. i don't want to die. let me go. i know i wasn't good. just please don't kill me. i wont do anything bad again. i promise. please. don't kill me. i don't want to die. tears ran down his face, as he tried to plead with the people all staring at him. words failed him. he couldn't speak. suddenly his whole body went numb with shock as the priest poured a bowl of freezing cold water over his head. the man chanted some words in a strange language as Tommy coughed and tried to reorient himself. he opened his eyes and looked up, trying to see the priests face and plead with him. all he saw was the dagger coming down on his head. the world went silent. time seemed to slow down as the blade reached the space between Tommy's wide, teared up eyes. blood splattered onto the stone floor below them. people cheered, all chanting the same words the priest had spoken. Tommy fell limp. he was dead. his body slumped and flopped onto the ground. the priest picked him up, raising his dead body up for everyone to see. he then laid him down on the altar. saying a prayer and then turning back to the people to preach to them again.

the two stars frantically tried to tell their story to Casey. two farmer stars. Casey had no idea what either of them were trying to say, as they were both talking over each other. He raised up his hands, gesturing for the two to stop and back up. "okay, okay, slow down. uh, you." he pointed to the one on the right. "what happened?" the star began to recite what she had seen. a boy. dead on an altar built by an obsessive cult village. the small star finished her story and casey folded his arms. "well shit. both of you stay here. tell the others what happened and have Ally and May meet me at the Tree Shrine." There were a few stars that Casey knew the names of. but that's only because they usually followed him around everywhere they could. Casey then looked up at the small owl sitting on his head. he sighed, already dreading the convrsation he and his sister were going to have in the future. "go tell Dellta." the small owl, Abby, nodded slightly and flew away. Casey then held his hand out over the blackness under his feet. he was standing on the barrier between the Night and the Mortal World. a hole formed below him and he fell through, the other side leading to the woods surrounding the Cult Village. he looked around. it was dark out. Casey's time. the Nighttime. perfect. he walked through the forest, moss and mushrooms growing everywhere he stepped. it was cloudy tonight. the moon wasn't out. Casey moved quickly, just a blur through the trees to anyone who might see him. finally, he reached the altar. it was built up on a short cliff, and casey was at the bottom behind it. he jumped up to it, the wind blowing carrying him upward so he could land on top of the structure. he then hopped down to the stone floor below, drifting slowly until his feet reached the cold surface. he turned to see the boy. there he was, laying dead on the glossy stone table. a small incense fire had been lit on his chest and had already begun to burn him. Casey immediately brushed it off of the child, putting out the fire and dusting away the ashes. he stare down and the boy, whose face still had blood stains running down from between his eyes and splatters all over his skin. Casey brushed the hair away from his forehead. he then wiped off some of the blood with his thumb and pressed it to his forehead, painting the mark of the Night. Casey whispered the same words Celestial had spoken when they made Casey and Dellta spirits. the mark glowed and turned from blood to a permanent tattoo on the child. Casey then carefully lifted the boy up in his arms, holding him gently and making his way back to the spirit tree.

The boy opened his eyes slightly. everything was blurry and way too bright, and he had a horrible ache in his head. his gaze drifted upward as he tried to figure out who was holding him. his vision was still too poor to see them clearly. whoever it was, they seemed gentle. and their hands were very cold. their figure was dark, although their eyes seemed to be glowing yellow. the child tried to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth. all that came out was a muffled "mmmm....mfff..." The figure slowed down for a second, looking down at him. "ah. you're awake. don't worry, Konton. you're safe now." their voice was tired and draggy, yet somehow warm in a strange way. wait...Konton? is that....my name? Konton. I like it. Chaos in japanese. wait, how do i know that? i don't speak japanese? what is going on?? The boy- Konton squinted his eyes to look at the person holding him. fur, ears, four eyes. what the fuck?? his vision was ever so slowly coming back to him....and his memory. he hadn't even thought of trying to remember what happened until now. it came in flashes. the men. the altar. the water. the knife. He didn't even realize he was crying until the person stopped next to a tree and set him down. the knelt down, reaching forward and brushing a tear off Konton's cheek. "hey. you're okay. no one will hurt you now. but i need you to listen to me for a bit, can you do that?" Konton nodded, bracing himself for whatever this strange person had to say. judging by their face, it was going to be long story.

To be continued..

Holy shit that took forever. Fics are very time consuming. hope you guys liked it tho! please tell me if ya'll want more of this! i know i should work some more on posting HBT, but the Spirit Au is just so much fun! this kid was originally just a lil guy i made for @thr-333, but i liked him enough to make him canon, just like the stars! also, @allyheart707 @kitmay05 and @icequeenabby have all been included in this as their stars! sorry to the other stars, i just felt like these guys would fit best for the roles i had for them.

also! i was doobling the other day and made this :D

onii mask cuz why not? it's not a canon mask, i was just messing around :) that side profile looks like shit lol. but if you look closely you can see the scar from the incense fire on his chest. Konton doesnt remember the fire since it happened while he was dead. although he remembers everything else about his life except for names. even his. he can remember faces, but no names whatsoever. not even pets.

there is a lot more story to this and i might even continue it if y'all are interested. i also have a funky lil comic cooking in the background that i definitely haven't been procrastinating all weekend haha why would you ever think that :D

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