#paranormal egos

[snoodles-and-egos]

Chocolate

Another classic combination. Including some of my personal werewolf headcanons and views.

Werewolf!Yancy x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 783

Yancy has been quite the excitable roommate since his release from the pound, wanting to try everything he can while nearly bouncing off the walls. At least there’s one benefit with having to walk him multiple times a day, as your leg muscles have gotten ridiculously strong. You wonder if you could even finish a marathon easily with how much you have to walk him. While he’s not always on a leash, trying to keep up with him as his jog is almost as fast as your sprinting speed, it does take a bit out of you. 

But he also is just happy to be around you. He’ll shift into his wolf form and snuggle up with you while watching a movie, or sleep in weird positions on the floor. One thing you definitely wanted to do with him, however, is introduce him to new foods. 

Fortunately all the foods that are usually toxic to dogs, act as a mild allergy at the worst for Yancy. His worst one is grapes, which you found out after he was itching like crazy after a glass of wine. Since a lot of the foods that are toxic to dogs are only that way because they can’t process certain substances due to their own anatomy. This is less of a problem for a canine-human hybrid, so usually his reactions are similar to lactose intolerance. 

On this specific day, however, you’re determined to show Yancy the delight of chocolate. With Halloween coming up soon, you’re hoping that you can take him to a Halloween party and experience all the treats that usually frequent these parties. Additionally, it may be a safe place where he can let himself loose, be a werewolf in public without worrying about other people treating him weird or freaking out. 

“Alright Yancy, I got some things at the store for you to try, I just want to see if you like these. You should be okay, but it is possible that your stomach may not like them.”

“Oh alright, youse sure about this?”

Yancy vaults over the back of the couch, greeting you in the kitchen. He towers over you, his chest being at just about eye level. Perks of being a werewolf, I guess. He digs around in the bags you brought home, smelling all the packages, investigating all of the new things you brought for him. He does find the candy bars with peanuts in them, a lot more excited about those in comparison to the others. 

“So I got the minis in case you don’t like them, but we can always get more if you end up liking any of these. Consider these like, bite sized versions of them.” “I getchu, youse don’t gotta worry about me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out how the candy wrappers work, needing you to demonstrate before he copies your behavior. He holds the mini snickers in his hand for a second, before shoving the entire thing in his mouth. You have to stop him from just immediately swallowing, taking his time to chew it and savor the flavors of it. His eyes light up as he continues to chew, nodding to you earnestly.

“Woah, youse humans just eat those all the time? Damn, us pups do be missin’ out on this stuff.”

“Well, it’s the caffeine in it that makes normal dogs’ hearts beat too fast. Their bodies can’t handle it. Honestly, you’re probably going to tolerate caffeine even better than humans since you’re a bit bigger.”

“Huh. Weird!” Yancy pops another chocolate into his mouth, inspecting the wrapper.

“Youse don’t eat these?”

“No, that’s plastic, Yancy. That’s not food.”

“But it held the food.”

“Yes, but it’s not food.”

You dig through the bags again, and hear a crinkling sound coming from Yancy. When you look back at him, his eyes are wide open and he stops chewing.

“What are you eating?” “Noth’n…” “Show me what’s in your mouth.” Yancy backs up, chewing faster as you move to take what you assume to be the wrapper away from him.

“Yancy, you can’t eat plastic! Spit it out!”

He shifts, running around your house, trying to play keep away as he loudly chews on the crinkly wrapper. You manage to tackle him, getting him to lay on his back as you pry his jaws open, taking the wrapper out of his mouth. All you can do is look down at him, disappointedly.

“And what do you have to say for yourself? Hmm?”

Yancy shifts back with a smirk, kissing you briefly on the lips before yeeting you onto your couch, running away with a cackle.

“YANCY SPARROW, YOU GET BACK HERE-”

[snoodles-and-egos]

Candle

For the next birthday boy! <3 Same rules as Anti, just a little more demonic or monstrous.

Eldritch!Darkiplier x GN!Reader, TW: summoning ritual, fire Words: 750

The oven beeps as you perk up, standing up from your place on the couch to take the brownies out of the oven. Dark chocolate chips are melted on the top, upper crust ever so slightly cracked. They look perfect. You set the pan onto a rack to cool, discarding the oven mitts onto the counter as you go over into your dining room. The table has been cleared, spare a set of candles and some black sand. 

You wipe your hands and start pouring the black sand onto the table, spreading it out into a large circle. Careful lines are done between the edges of the circle. You take a permanent marker, drawing symbols onto the disposable table cloth you got from the local dollar store. The candles are set at all of the intersections of your lines of sand, going back into your kitchen for the brownies and a lighter.

It takes a bit to rifle through your junk drawer to find a lighter, but you luck out and find some birthday candles as well. You take your time decorating the top of the brownies, placing seven candles into the top of the whipped cream. Gripping the brownies carefully with oven mitts over your hands and the lighter between your teeth, you go back to your dining table. The brownies are placed on a little rubber barrier to not melt the plastic table cloth onto the hot glass, and you readjust one of the candles that went a bit lopsided. 

You stand up to turn off the lights, lighting your way back with your lighter. Each of the thirteen candles are lit, providing dim lighting that flickers across your walls. You hum a little “happy birthday” tune to yourself as you watch the seat across from you, eagerly waiting for him to arrive. The candles blow out on top of the brownies and a distinct ringing starts in your ears, with a shadowy figure sitting across from you.

“Happy birthday!”

“This was most unnecessary, I do not require sustenance.”

“You still blew out the candles.”

“A side effect of my appearance. It was not intentional.”

“Uh-huh.”

You can help but giggle as he lets out a long sigh, echoing and cracking unlike normal speech. The slight light from the candles is enough for you to not trip as you get a little spatula to cut and serve the brownies. You got a small pack of birthday plates, pushing a sparkly birthday tiara towards him. 

“You don’t have to wear it, but I thought it’d be funny if you did. Do you want a corner, edge, or center piece?”

“To repeat, I do not require sustenance. And I do not understand the appeal of the headpiece.”

“It’s just for fun! And stop being a spoilsport, These are homemade!”

“...a center piece will do fine, my dear.”

You grin in triumph as you cut him a piece, removing the candles and passing him a fork. In the void of his hands, he inspects the tiara, gently placing it lopsided on his head. Being as unfamiliar with birthday traditions as he is, it’s not surprising he’s a bit cautious. When you can, you catch a glimpse of his eyes across his body, looking in all sorts of directions. But there’s always at least two transfixed on you, watching you with fascination.

“I am unsure as to how to consume this.”

“Maybe just absorb it into your shadows?”

“That may work, I would hate for your efforts to go to waste after your insistence.”

The plate disappears below into a pool of shadows, with the plate reappearing for him to set the fork down upon.

“It is, sweet. Like you.”

You’re sure if he had a visible mouth he’d be smiling at you, proud of himself. His attempts at flirting have always been rather adorable, and his attempts at appreciating your efforts don’t go unnoticed.

“I don’t know all you can do, but I was thinking we could keep the lights off and watch a movie if you’d like.”

“I would like to try that with you.”

He gives a deep, echoing chuckle as he glides around you, wrapping you in the blanket of his presence, mellowing his ringing for you. His form may not be completely malleable, but keeping the lights off has always made it easier for him to be affectionate with you. And plus, having a boyfriend that doubles as a weighted blanket is something you’ll never complain about.

[snoodles-and-egos]

Batteries

For the birthday boy. <3 Normally I'd specify what they are, but he's already a demon. So you just get him a little more, demonic. Just him being cute and a little dumb.

Eldritch!Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 709

You were called to the house for a potential demonic possession, the homeowners becoming more and more worried as time went on. They kids were starting to act strangely and they were sent to live with their grandparents for a bit. Electronics either stopped working entirely, went missing, or went haywire in the middle of usage. The amount of lightbulbs they’ve gone through as they regularly get blown has become insane, and they can’t afford to keep living like this.

So you shooed them out of their home for a night, promising to have it fixed by morning. A simple diagnosis and exorcism shouldn’t take too long, as it is your job after all. You lay out all of your equipment: spirit box, thermometer, EMF reader, and head back to your truck to grab a spirit board. When you come back, the lights are off on your equipment, further investigation showing that the batteries are missing. Strange.

You grab a new pack of them from your bag, replacing all the batteries in your equipment. But when you turn back, the rest of the pack is gone.

“Mischievous fucker likes to take batteries, huh? Alright.”

You sit in the middle of the living room floor with the lights off, lighting a few candles and placing the spirit board in front of you. Not for a moment do your eyes get taken off your equipment, holding the spirit box to you mouth.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

The spirit board doesn’t move for a moment, before spelling “f o o d”.

“What is your name?”

“a n t i”

“Why are you stealing batteries?”

“h o n g r y”

You honestly can’t tell if it was an intentional misspelling or not, but it does make you chuckle.

“Do you mean anyone any harm?”

The piece slides over to “no”.

“If I promise you more batteries, will you reveal yourself?”

It quickly slides to “goodbye” and you’re left in silence, waiting and looking around. Out of the darkness you see several glowing green eyes, and talons appearing out of the darkness. He moves closer to you, sniffing you with great interest before looking at your EMF reader, which is screaming at you. He picks it up, shaking out the batteries and popping them in his mouth. You manage to snatch it away before he takes a bite out of the main component, but his behavior fascinates you more than irritates you.

“Hey buddy, if you come with me, I’ll get you more batteries. We’re gonna leave this nice family’s home now, okay?”

He looks at you with a cock of his head. Horns protrude from his pale skin, fading into a deep black that mimics the pattern on his limbs. A tail flicks at you, with wirey wings behind his back. You offer your hand to him, which he takes cautiously. He does have to be bribed with more batteries, but you manage to coax him into your truck. When you close the door, he starts to panic, scratching at the door and glitching out, moving around to find you again. You blink at him, met with the gaze of six glowing eyes, sad that you “abandoned” him.

“Buddy, Anti, I was just gonna get in my side. C’mon, back in the truck.”

He crawls over the center console, sitting oddly in the chair before deciding to lay down, looking up at you. His ears perk up at you opening another pack of batteries, happily accepting them as you drop them in his mouth. You don’t know what inspired you to do this, but you move to scratch his chin and he absolutely melts into happy growls.

“Oh you are adorable, sweet boy. You like affection, don’t you?”

He grabs your hand after a while, gently gnawing on it, not even piercing the skin with his bites.

“A little dumb, but we can work on that. We’ll get you a better place to live, buddy. That’s a good boy.”

He moves a bit over the console, resting his head in your lap and demanding scritches on the top of his head. Something tells you that you’ve been claimed by a demon, but he’s cute so, can you really complain?

[snoodles-and-egos]

Three

A take on the Bloody Mary myth that any of us kids with spooky interests tried when we were younger. Although my attempt was in a well-lit classroom as we were washing our hands after painting. So perhaps not the same thing.

Also I had a very specific image for how he's holding you, specifically that one Kevin Hart meme.

Eldritch!Darkiplier x GN!Reader, TW: panic attack, bullying Words: 932

You face the mirror, shattered lines reaching the exterior of the frame. The closer you get, the more uneasy you feel, unsure on whether you actually want to be doing this. The air feels stuffy and cold, an interesting combination that feels like breathing pure menthol. Your lungs sting and your eyes begin to water, but you can’t back out now. They’re waiting outside for you to do this, so you can properly be accepted into the group. A weird initiation, trying to summon a demonic entity from a supposedly haunted mirror, but these people seem cool. Surely they wouldn’t willingly put you in danger just to seem edgy.

In your hands you hold a piece of paper with just one word on it, barely readable in the dim candle light.

Ténèbres

With a deep breath, you spin in place. 

“Ténèbres.”

Another spin.

“Ténèbres.”

One last turn.

“Ténèbres.”

The candle blows out and the air around you freezes, almost suffocating you with how thick it feels. The paper falls to the floor as you clutch your chest, unable to tell if this is panic or something is truly going wrong. You look up at the mirror, to see a voided figure staring back at you, only the chromatic outline and the glow of his irises visible in the pitch-black room. You panic, stumbling backwards as he reaches out towards you, hand reaching through the glass and shattering it further. Like a window made of paper-thin sheets of spun sugar. His hand grabs the frame of the mirror, shattering it into splinters under his sheer grip strength.

You run for the door, banging on it for your companions to let you out. All you can hear is laughing on the other side as you scream at them to unlock the door.

They don’t believe that it worked.

You spin back around to face him, unable to see anything in the darkness.

“Yes my dear? Did you want something?”

Your legs carry you away as he speaks lowly in your ear, heart pounding in your ears as you try to get away. Find another exit, a window, another door, something. You know that he’s following you, a piercing ringing in your ears as it sounds like the house is cracking and disintegrating around you. Unable to process the pure demonic power within the walls of this manor. You sprint upstairs, hiding in one of the bedrooms as you hope he’ll just pass you by. Your hand is clamped over your mouth, muffling sobs and hyperventilating breaths, trying to silence every part of you in hopes of survival.

His ringing gets louder, covering your ears with your shoulder and other hand, trying to save at least some part of your hearing. The doorknob turns, and your breathing stops. Instinctually you try to shrink smaller, pressing your body closer to the bed you’re hiding behind.

“Darling, are you alright?”

The ringing quiets, and a cold hand rests on your shoulder. Tears are streaming down your face, terrified for your life, cursing the people who should have been there for you. Tormented for their amusement, and now you’re trapped in here with a demon.

“Hey, breathe. Deep breaths…”

His hands gently cradle yours, pulling them down from your ears and mouth. You can’t make out any features, but his eyes look saddened, pitying your state. 

“What happened? Why are you so scared?”

Through sobs and vocal breaks you explain the situation, and multiple times he squeezes your hands, some mixture of trying to comfort you while also growing increasingly frustrated at how cruel they can be. He pauses once you stop, slowly moving in to wrap you in a hug.

“Here is what I am going to do, you just hold on tight, and I will handle those people. Is that alright with you?”

You nod, just hugging him closer to you as you continue to calm down. The darkness surrounds you like a blanket as you feel the two of you drop down into the shadows, with the sounds of crickets and frogs filling your ears as you reemerge. Several people gasp, and you open your eyes to see them all looking up at you in terror, on the hip of the demon they dared you to summon. He pokes an accusatory finger in their direction, leering down at them with paternal disappointment.

“How dare you abandon them in a house where their life could have been at risk, ignoring their screams for assistance. I do not care what you have put each other through, the one time it is real and you were to come to their rescue, you failed. You are a waste of the air I let you breathe. I will count to three, and you better all be gone.”

They all stand there, scared out of their wits that the demon they thought they made up turned out to be real.

“One.”

They start scrambling back, heading towards their cars.

“Two.”

Car engines start in a haste, and several begin peeling out of the driveway.

“Three.”

The lights of the last car fade into the distance, leaving you in the care of a demon with no real way of getting home.

“Now, let me get you a cup of tea, and we will worry about getting you to your place of residence in the morning. For now, you need rest.”

You’d try to argue with him, but the emotional turmoil you endured has left you exhausted, and you are quite ready for bed.

“You are safe here, go to sleep, my dear.”

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Moons

Soft angst comfort for the big werewolf boi.

Werewolf!Engineer x GN!Reader, TW: anxiety Words: 783

Looking out into space, the stars shift and move as the ship shoots past them, seeming slow only to those of you within its walls. The massive window on the main deck overlooks the planets and moon in the distance, and you catch yourself sipping your coffee as you admire the way their interstellar colors are like nothing you’ve ever seen back on Earth. It’s breathtaking, in a way.

Marcus stumbles out onto the main deck, stiffening when he sees you, visibly stressed. Something with the way his shoulders are tense, his knees locked, holding one hand behind his back.

“Marcus? Are you alright?”

“Uh- Captain! Funny seeing you here! Uh, yeah! Totally fine! See you around-”

“Marcus, get back here.”

He stops midstep, turning to face you, still keeping his hand hidden from your view. As you step towards him, you set your coffee cup down on the center console, reaching for his hand to hold.

“What’s going on? Why are you hiding your hand from me?”

His gaze doesn’t meet your eye, chewing the inside of his cheek as his head is bowed low. You duck to look him in the eye, connecting for a moment before he sighs. He pulls his hand out from behind his back, covered in fur and long claws protruding from the tips of his fingers.

“I started… shifting. Out here. I thought I’d be safe out here in the stars, but apparently werewolf curses don’t care if it’s your original moon or not. I was hoping to catch Celci, that she could ice me until we’re past the moons. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially not you…”

You reach up to cup his face, which he leans into with a soft sigh. Small scritches under his jaw, calming the anxieties you know are building up inside him. If there’s anything you’ve learned from your adventures through the warpcore wormholes with him, is that letting him know you’re not afraid of him will do him more good than whatever scheme his brain tries to convince him is the correct course of action.

“That big brain of yours is being loud again? With the thoughts?”

“Yeah…”

“Was there a timeline where you hurt me? In your wolf form?” “Well- no-”

“And yet you’ve been feeling guilty over things that were far less likely to happen in our timeline, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“No but’s, you will not hurt me, Marcus. Even if you don’t trust yourself, I trust you. Because I know that you’d rather let your anxiety eat you up inside before asking for my help because you think my involvement may put me at risk.”

“...I hate it when you’re right.”

“You’re my moon and stars, Marsbar. I should hope I’m right. Here, because I’m assuming being in here is not helping, let’s go to my quarters, get you comfortable, and we’ll figure out what to do, alright?”

“Yeah… yeah I’d like that.”

He takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your palm as he reaches for your coffee, intent on carrying it for you. He squeezes your hand a bit tighter, head on more of a swivel as he tries to anticipate any people that you may interact with.

“Breathe, Mars. It’s okay. Everything is alright. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. I just wish I trusted myself. I-”

He nearly drops your coffee mug, swooning off to the side like the two of you are on a rocking boat. You catch your coffee, squeezing his hand tight as he holds his head, fur visibly growing on his skin.

“C’mon, we’re almost there. Just a few more steps, out of the sight of others.”

You nearly have to drag him into the room, using your captainly strong muscles to pull him in before locking the room. He crumples onto the floor, holding his head as his form strains against his coveralls, slowly tearing them at the seams and revealing soft auburn hair with stark white patches beneath. You rub his back as his shifting continues, just assuring him and reminding him that you’re here with him.

“That’s it, it’s okay. Here- the bed will be far more comfortable.”

You pick up his torn clothes as he hops up onto your bed, circling a few times with a whine, covering his face with his paws. All you can think to do is sit with him, letting him wrap himself around you as you rub his snoot. He rests his head in your lap, softly whining, barely audible at all.

“It’s okay, Marcus. And I’ll do this any time we have a moon problem, I promise. Captain duties can always wait for you.”

[snoodles-and-egos]

Pumpkin

If you really thought I was only gonna write my boy for his birthday, you are sadly mistaken. Continued from his birthday one.

Eldritch!Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1113

You brought him home, and there was a bit before he managed to settle down. You did manage to distract him with one of those self-moving alarm clocks, which he has tried to hunt all over your house. Normally you’d be a little more concerned if you heard growling and thundering footsteps from the other side of the house, but you have to figure out how to make him a little less stupid before letting him do more normal things. Online forums suggest treating feral demons like large predators in zoos, filling pumpkins and melons with meat for enrichment. 

“Alright buddy, I’m gonna go to the store real quick. No eating my electronics.”

Anti stops mid-bite, gnawing at the alarm clock. He drops it, running over to you and hugging you close. Alright, a little clingy, but you can work with that. You take a second to look up any stores that may be open this late with pumpkins for sale, and see that there’s a Walmart nearby. You’ll be able to restock on batteries, and you’re sure that they have meat as well for the inside of the pumpkin.

“C’mere bud, alright. Wanna go for a ride? Go get more batteries?”

“Yes!!”

With his arms still wrapped around you, he glitches the two of you into your truck, smiling big at you. 

“Anti, I need my keys.”

“Oh…”

You can visibly see the gears turning in his head, his wings twitching as he tries to problem solve. Unfortunately the car is locked, and off, so you can’t exactly get out to go get them. Before you can stop him, he shoves his finger into the keyhole like a child with keys and a power outlet. The car sparks to life, lights turning on and engine rumbling.

“...let’s not do that again, but thank you. I’m gonna go get my keys. Why don’t you turn on the radio?”

“Mmmmm…”

You leave before he can cling onto you again, grabbing your keys and wallet. When you hop back into your car, his hand is on the radio knob and his eyes are completely static. You gently turn it to a proper station, and the static clears from his sclera, and he blinks himself back into reality.

“Woah.”

“You like this music? Or do you want something else?”

It’s just some generic metal, but he seems to enjoy it. His claws tap against your dashboard, kicking his feet. Much enrichment for your demon already. The trip to Walmart doesn’t take very long, but you realize that making sure he doesn’t run off in the store may be a bit of a problem.

“Anti, c’mere.”

He’s looking at the pumpkins in the outside display when you summon him over, confused at you holding his hand, interlocking your fingers. 

“Gotta stay close, not everyone likes demons like you. But if you’re good, I’ll let you pick out the batteries you want.”

“Ohh! Yes please!”

“Pick out which pumpkin you want, then we’ll get the other things.”

He pulls you around as he inspects the pumpkins, picking a particularly round one. You let go of his hand just long enough to put it into a cart with one for yourself, moving his hand to grip the cart handle while you push.

“If you see anything else you want, just let me know. Okay?”

“Okie.”

Anti looks around with wild fascination, amazed by the sight that is Walmart. His eyes begin to cross looking up at the fluorescent lights, shaking his head to get them back into place. You get the two of you over to the meat section, grabbing a large cut of meat to be cut smaller by the butcher. You’ll probably be able to circle back for it once you grab the batteries and other things. Anti is fascinated by a block of cheese, holding it like a granola bar.

“You want the cheese?”

“Ye.” “Put it in the cart, we gotta go get your batteries.”

“YAY!!”

You quickly grab his hand before he glitches all over or flies around the store and spooks the sleep deprived college students working right now. He sticks right to your side, but is easily distracted by the many shiny things. As soon as you get to the battery aisle, he’s bouncing on his toes and looking at all the options. After a bit of thinking, he just grabs a variety of them and dumps them into the cart, looking up at you for approval.

“T’is alright?”

“Perfectly fine. Let’s go get that meat and we’ll check out.”

“Of where?”

“...here. We’ll pay for the things.”

“OH.”

He happily follows you to the checkout area after you pass by the butcher, where the cashier gives you a look of “I am not nearly paid enough to deal with any shenanigans associated with you”. Thankfully you’re not here for shenanigans, and you pay without a problem. Anti tries to carry all the groceries for you, balancing the pumpkins in his arms and holding the bag with the meat and batteries with his tail.

“Y’know, I can hold something.”

“No! I got it!”

He’s rather determined, so you just let him. You actually have him buckle in on the way home with how he’s vibrating with excitement. The music seems to satiate his energy a little bit, just enough for the short ride home. He nearly sprints inside with the things, ripping into a pack of batteries as you prep the pumpkin for him. As to not ruin the surprise, you start up the alarm clock again so you can hide batteries in the pumpkin as well. All the guts are put into a bowl, and you fill it with the meat and batteries, closing it up and sneaking it through the living room to put on the back porch. Not exactly wanting raw meat on your floor.

“Anti! Come get your surprise!”

His head pops around the corner, once again with the clock in his mouth. At the sight of the pumpkin his pupils expand, which is a bit creepier with him having six eyes. You step back as he starts stalking it like it’s his prey, not wanting to be in the way when he lunges. He tumbles off the deck with his body curled around it, landing on it and watching as the pumpkin starts to crack.

“I think I need to buy more pumpkins…”

“Hm-?”

Anti just looks at you, a mouth full of meat and batteries after he gets the top off.

“Don’t worry too much, buddy. You just have your fun.”

“Okie.”

You really hope your backyard doesn’t look like a murder scene in the morning.

[snoodles-and-egos]

Bit

First entry for Spooky Month! I enjoyed writing this.

Werewolf!Damien x GN!Reader, TW: blood, injury Words: 721

You walk up to Damien’s cabin, tentative as you look around the woods. On the phone, he sounded rather panicked. You grabbed a bag of basic essentials and some groceries on the way, leaving those in your car until you are able to scope out the situation better. He wasn’t terribly specific, but when he’s normally so put together, hearing him panic made you think that something was terribly wrong. You hold your med kit tightly in your grip, knocking at the door before slowly opening it into the cabin.

“Damien? I’m here. Is everything alright?”

“I’m- ngghh- over here, darling…”

His voice draws your attention over to the fireplace, where he’s clutching his shoulder. Blood has soaked through his dress shirt, part of it shredded from what looks like a large bite.

“What on earth happened!? Damien, we need to take you to a hospital.”

“No no- no hospital. A- wolf bit me.”

His statements break between gasps and grunts, breaking your heart to see him in this much pain. You grab a disinfectant from the kit, looking at him apologetically before you start cleaning the bite. He howls in pain, fingers digging into his arm and thigh to try and redirect his growing instincts.

“What kind of wolf bit you? I thought you were careful out here. And I would’ve thought that they’d bite you lower on your body, or you’d have more if they’re in a pack…”

“There was a- young man- I approached him and- fucking hell- he changed- bit me before I could- react-“

Your fingers card through his hair, a bit surprised that the usually put together mayor swore in front of you. You’ve gotten it cleaned up, now bandaging it up.

“So… a werewolf. And now you’re scared you’re gonna turn into one too?”

“I already have- I can’t- do this alone-“

Tears prick the corners of Damien’s eyes, quickly falling down his cheeks as he clutches his shoulder again. You notice fangs as he grimaces in pain, his nails sharper and shaped like claws. His hair is longer and his beard is bushier. He’s not kidding.

“I’m here now, Damien. What can I do to help?”

“I got a lock, for my door. I need you to put it on. If I change, I need you to lock the door.”

“Damien-“

“No arguments. I could not live with myself if you get hurt.”

His voice is stern, but you hear the underlying worry and fear for your health and safety. All you can manage is a nod, moving to locate the lock. You find it, attached to several chains that you cover his door in. Makes the homey cabin feel more like a prison. You turn back to Damien, but he’s not within sight anymore. All you can make out is a whimpering by the fire.

You move around the couch, and find him in wolf form, curled up and whining. He’s still crying, shaking with fear. When he sees you, he tries to scramble up before you try to placate him, slowly moving to sit next to him.

“It’s okay, Damien. I’m right here…”

Your hand grazes along his fur, thick and soft against your skin. He starts to settle again, still whimpering as he hides his face beneath his front paws. All you can think of to do is continuing to pet him, moving your hands with intention as to not set him off. You reach his head, scratching behind his ears with both hands, and he lets out a pleased growl. His back leg starts thumping, it seems like you found the good spot.

It’s cute, in a way. Having a large wolf leaning into your touch, happy as can be with the affections he’s receiving. His head moves into your lap, curling around you. You smile, noticing he’s stopped shaking and crying.

“That’s a good boy. My sweet boy.”

You lean down to kiss his snoot, earning a wag for your efforts. He licks your hand back, wagging even harder.

“We’ll manage, I promise. I’m not letting you deal with this alone, Damien.”

Damien snuggles around you a bit tighter, shoving his snoot into your hand. His eyes close, and he lets out a long sigh. He may not have the words right now, but he’s certainly thanking you.

[snoodles-and-egos]

Shadow

I might get yelled at for this one.

Ghost!Damien x GN!Reader, ft. Darkiplier, TW: kidnapping Words: 616

You approach the mayoral building with careful steps, on a call to help release a wandering spirit of one of the previous mayors. It’s not all that different from helping strays find a home, you just help spirits move onto the afterlife proper. You keep your cleansing kit close to you, resting against your thigh as the bag strap crosses your chest. The steps are rather short, so you watch your feet to make sure you don’t slip as you climb the stone steps. 

The city hall welcomes you with a wash of warmth as you enter through the doors, far more pleasant than the chill outside. Your coat is taken by a member of staff, and hung up as they also take your umbrella. It’s not your usual haunted venue, making you wonder what in particular brought this old mayor back. Apparently he’s been missing for a hundred years, yet the hauntings only started a few days ago. 

“He’s over in the west wing, he seems hesitant to leave it. We have tried to coax him into talking, or keeping him company, but he doesn’t seem interested in us. He keeps muttering about something, but anytime any of us try to get close enough to listen, he dissipates.”

“Oh, poor thing sounds lost. I’ll see what I can do. Oh, I didn’t catch your name.” “Entrik, but don’t worry about me too much. I’m sure he needs your help a lot more than you need to know anything about me.”

Weird, but alright. You step through the door to the west wing, and the air gets considerably colder. Part of you regrets taking off your coat, as it almost feels even colder than it did outside. But this should hopefully be a short job if all goes well, and you’ll be able to warm up again in just a little bit. You pull out your flashlight, searching around for any ghost orbs or electrical disturbances. Something creeps in the dark at the end of the hall and you stop in your tracks, staring at it with your light moving frantically around. 

“Hello!? Is anyone there!?”

The only response you get is the rain against the panes of the windows, so you trek on. You cautiously open every door, searching inside for any sign of the ghost. Carefully toeing them open, not wanting to spook him more than you’ve already been spooked by the environment. You come across the last office, cautiously turning the handle of the door and peeking in. Inside, you spot a ghostly blue figure pacing back and forth, translucent and muttering to himself. He spots your light, looking up at you in terror.

“Hey! Hey it’s okay! I’m not here to hurt you, just trying to help. They called me in to help you move on.”

“Y- sh-n- -e -re…”

He continues to try and back up, holding his hands up to create a barrier.

“What? I’m sorry, I can’t understand you.”

You step closer, and he only continues to back up, increasing in speed. Your steps are larger, taking great effort to close the distance. You manage to corner him in the back of the room, trying to take his hand.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

His ghostly blue turns black as you touch his hand, spreading across your body rapidly like a symbiote grabbing hold. You scream as you’re enveloped by the darkness, being pulled away as the two of you sink into the floor. 

Entrik pulls the door closed, satisfied that his problem has been dealt with. It was good to reunite the two of you, perhaps this time he’ll have more time with his games before another mirror incident.