If the Yule dabble game is still open can I request haunted mansion, the covens au with Kun from NCT?
Kun | Haunted Mansion | Coven au
the floor boards creaked from the floor below you. your breath rattled in your lungs as you pulled your knees closer to your chest. head bowed as your hair caught on the splinters of the old victorian desk. you could see little out in the study, most of the room hidden by the chair pulled up to hide you.
you had something they wanted. the court had told you to hide, to run, to not trust anyone. you knew this area only by reputation. male witches lead covens and fight over territory like dog packs.
this is the behavior you had been told. why male witch lead covens were inferior. why you had sworn your own loyalty to the Supreme. male witches may be skilled sorcerers, powerful, and deadly. but, a male witch with a gift, can never compare to a female witch with the same gift.
“we are the superior sex. their own testosterone holds them back from their full potential. this is why we have a Supreme. and why only She can lead us.” that's the propaganda your mother had taught you. “trust the court. we will protect you.” her words rung in your ears.
you shook your head to try and push away the thoughts. you were being hunted by a witch cult. one with the ambition of destroying the monarchy. you swore your life to the Court of The Supreme, and you had information the witch cult wanted.
a footstep echoed from the doorway of the room you hid in. your blood ran cold in your lungs. you watched in horror, hand held over your mouth as a pair of polished black boots stepped into you line of vision.
He had found you.
“are you alright?” he called, still wandering the room. “I know you are frightened, lords know I would be too in your place, but I need your help.”
his voice was gentle, calming. you bit the side of your cheek to keep quiet.
“I can offer you safety, and help you return to the court. I don’t want to hurt you, I want to help you.” he spoke. you were confused. was this man not part of the witch cult?
“my name is Kun. I am the high priest of a small coven. we are sworn against the witch cult, and have been trying to stop them.” you let out a small sigh of relief, before slapping your hand over your mouth again.
the boots returned to your line of sight. the man removed the chair from the desk you hid under, crouching down to find you.
he smiled softly at you, kindness and warmth in his eyes.
“you smell like wet dog.” Kun raised a brow as you came stumbling into his apartment. you grinned sheepishly.
“sorry, i was looking after the puppies.” you explained. his expression softened, letting out a soft chuckle.
“always running with the wolves, hm?” he opened his arms, letting you flop down against him on the couch. you let out a sigh, nuzzling into him. his scent was soft like the spring breeze, just a hint of floral and wood.
“how have the guys been doing?” you asked. Kun sighed, rubbing his hands through your hair as you melted into his lap.
“not as well as i would hope, but Ten seems confident. we haven’t heard from Lucas in a few days, and i’m beginning to worry.” he admitted. you wrapped your arms around his middle, sighing into him.
“are Winwin and Xiaojun okay?” your voice was muffled by his chest, pulling a small chuckle from him.
“your friends are perfectly fine.” Kun replies. you perked up, raising your head.
“did Winwin say i was his friend?” you wondered. Kun faltered for a moment, and your hopes were dashed.
“don’t take it personally, he doesn’t trust easy. you know how it is.” Kun purred. you nodded, blinking your eyes sleepily.
“i just hope your coven is okay.” you yawned, slowly beginning to drift off.
“you needn’t worry for my coven, your pack is your priority, sweet one.” he mumbled softly into your hair.
“Are you sure this is wise?” Kun’s voice was careful as he addressed the man across from him.
“Wisedom is an important asset, but there is a calculation in the Chaos we want to ensue.” Ten answered, his eyes narrowing.
“And these, team ups we’ve chosen, what if one of them... fails.” Kun couldn’t help biting his lip at the idea of what ‘failure’ would entail.
“Then we have three others.” Ten stated.
“I was afraid you’d say that.” Kun sighed.
“This is the best way to minamise the horrors that may ensue. Believe me, I have seen this cult, they’ve already slain two Delphi. They’ve changed the future with no remorse.” Ten looked at the elder witch with concern in his eyes. “If they successfully retrieve the tools they are seeking, they will resurrect history.”
WINWIN + XIAOJUN | inhuman
“Are you sure this is wise.” Xiaojun’s voice was cations.
“Look faerie princess, what do you think?” Winwin raised his gaze to his partner.
“No.” The younger answered simply.
“Then we are on the same page. It’s about getting the job done, in the most affective way possible.” Winwin returned his attention to the bloodless corspes.
“Do you need help?” Xiaojun asked after a moment.
“Sure.” Winwin shrugged, stepping back. Xiaojun outstretched his hand, the corpses quickly being devoted by a thick mist.
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HENDERY + YANGYANG | headquarters
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Hendery eyed the younger boy’s choice.
“...you want some?” YangYang held a the cookie out to his elder. He chuckled at YangYang’s antics.
“Yeah.” He took the cookie.
“See, we’ve a still got junk food. No need to worry about some crazy cult trying to undo history and resurrect the dead!” YangYang grinned, crumbs still on his shirt as he lay back in his chair.
Another laugh fell from Hendery’s lips.
“You better not eat all of those punk” he playfully threatened. YangYang immediately put his hands up in surrender, sliding the cheek cookies to Hendery.
“Please officer, I swear it’s all I have!” The two burst out into laughter. Momentarily forgetting the seriousness of their situation.
LUCAS + sparrow | hunter
“Are you sure that’s wise?” The tall young man asked, a look of surprise and slight awe on his face.
“Don’t be silly, I’ve done this a million times~” the playful young woman answered. Her lengs swung off the ground, a grin on her face as the wind blew her hair.
“Mkay, but if you fall, yell first so I can catch you.” The man grinned, leaning his head back too look up at her.
She giggled down at him from her perch on the high wall.
“See anything helpful?” He asked up to her.
“No.” She sighed, about to carry on, when her gaze caught a slight bit of movement. “Wait-“
“What is it?” Lucas called, standing on his toes to try and reach his fingers to the top of the wall.
“Shit- time to go!” She quickly vaulted from the wall, dragging the resurrected man behind her.
Summary: Neo Coven Tech masterlist | Lucas returns to the coven he called his family in his youth.
Warnings: none?
Words: 608
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Lucas knocked twice on the door. Once that used to mark the entrance to his home. His eyes traced the door frame, the etched wards.
Winwin had said it had been a year. He said Mark had left the house, finding a new home with the elder covens. Said they had added another young one, Lucas’ replacement.
The door was opened only a crack, and he couldn’t help a grin at the familiar voice that followed.
“They don’t know you’re alive.” Haechan muttered.
“I... really shouldn’t be.” Lucas admitted, an awkward smile on his lips as he scratched at the back of his head. “Can I... come in?”
The door opened fully and he was able to take a better look at the younger man. Haechan stood, maybe a little taller? His hair was darker, and the hollowness behind his eyes Lucas didn’t recall.
“Yeah. Jeno and Renjun are out.” Haechan closed the door behind him.
“Luc-cas!” He perked up at the sound of his name. Jaemin stood to his feet, eyes wide in shock. Haechan was quick to attend to the young man, steadying him. “...How?”
“It’s... a long story.” Lucas grinned.
“CHENLE! JISUNG! YANGYANG!” Haechan called to the upstarts.
There was a slight thudding sound followed by loud footsteps. Chenle was the first to appear.
“Is- is he-“ the boy’s eyes grew wide as he looked at Lucas, his voice abandoning him.
Jisung shoved Chenle down, running up to Lucas and tackling the elder in a hug. Lucas chuckled slightly, before pulling away, noting that the boy now stood eye level with him.
“Shit, you grew.” Jisung wiped his eyes on his wrist, nodding and Lucas’ comment.
“I have to get the stuff off the top shelves for Renjun now.” He mumbled.
“What’s going on?” Lucas’ eyes fell on the unknown boy. He had a spoon in his mouth, and a tub of store brand icing in one hand.
“YangYang, this is Lucas.” Haechan explained.
“Oh shit-“ the boy’s eyes widened, quickly tapping Chenle on the shoulder. He whispered something to the still stunned boy, which seemed to knock him back to reality.
“Where’s Renjun and Jeno-“ Chenle shook, looking around frantically.
“What’s wrong?” Jeno’s steady voice called from the back door.
“Lucas is alive.” All eyes turned to Jaemin.
“Jaemin... you spoke without stuttering...” YangYang looked shocked.
“Lucas is what!” Renjun pushed Jeno fully inside, halting as soon as he saw the taller man.
“But, how?” Jeno looked on in shock and slight fear.
“Delphi.” The word hung in the hair as Haechan, Chenle, and Renjun had spoken in perfect unison.
“We need to tell Ten.” Haechan stated.
“Backyard.” Renjun replied, nodding his head towards the door.
“YangYang, he wants to talk to you.” Jeno beckoned him. YangYang nodded, throwing away the empty icing container.
“Alright. See y’all round.” The boy grinned nonchalantly, making his way out into the backyard.
Haechan and Chenle shooed Lucas after him.
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“What did he say?” Chenle asked, tugging on Renjun’s sleeve.
“He doesn’t need us.” Renjun replied stiffly.
“He doesn’t... but, why?” The younger furrowed his brows in confusion.
“Says we are to dangerous and need to lay low.” Renjun’s gaze was trained on the ground, his shoulders tense.
“...did he say that about us, or about you?” Chenle’s voice was gentle, but his question blunt.
Renjun slowly raised his gaze. “Does it matter.” He hissed. “He doesn’t want you either. So how about you go run back to the fucking graveyard and visit your girlfriend huh.”
Chenle was silent at the blatant aggression in Renjun’s tone. Choosing instead to just ball his fists and return to his room.
“isn’t it lovely, all alone. heart made of glass, my mind of stone.”
part of Neo Coven Tech
drabble author: hanged man
moodboard maker: hanged man
written for: @nervousbby
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Ten stood beneath the trees, watching quietly as the rain fell. the sheets of the water droplets pouring like tears from the heavens. he waited, quiet and patient, till the lighting struck.
he jumped at the sound of rolling giggles laced with the thunder. Ten squinted to see, her dancing in the rain.
she pranced, three feet above the soil, her hair soaked by the rain. she spun and danced to the beat of the thunder, her arms extended and her head thrown back to the sky.
her voice was beautiful as it carried through the open sky.
Ten felt his chest tighten as he watched her. he had lost count of the years since he’d seen her. still as playful and youthful as ever. but then again, maiden goddesses always were.
her singing stopped for a moment, her arms extended up to the sky.
“you can come out now, if you’d like to say hello~” she giggled as she looked over her shoulder, offering him a smile.
Ten’s heartbeat picked up as he slowly walked out from under the canopy of leaves.
“Sparrow, i... need to ask you for a favor.” his voice was steady as he looked up at her. she rolled over in the air, looking at him upside down with a smile on her face.
“of course, what can i do for you, hm?” her hair fell down towards the earth as her eyes crinkled from her smile.
“there is someone i need you to find-”
“the nephilim.” she finished before he could. Ten closed his lips and nodded. she turned back upright, and nodded solemnly.
“i will do what i can.” her voice was quieter than before.
“...i have someone who will be your helper. he is a good witch, someone you can trust.” her eyes perked up at his words. “i will send him here to meet you tomorrow.”
“very well.” she nodded. Ten sighed, relaxing his shoulders and offer her a final smile. “you look so strange now.” he was slightly surprised by her words. “your horns, i miss them.” she reached out and gently tapped the sides of his head where they had once stood.
Ten let out a chuckle. “soon. soon this will be resolved and i will return to the creature before.” another large smile broke out onto her face.
“i look forward to the day.”
“goodbye for now, my Sparrow. be wise and be careful.” and with that, he disappeared back into the leaves.
Hi! I was wondering if maybe I could speak to Chenle? I just recently realized I am a medium like my grandma and I don't really know what to do. The spirits have starting contacting me very frequently and it frightens me. I'm worried that my lack of knowledge makes me vulnerable to entities that want to cause harm. Can you please offer me some advice?
“huh, that’s... that can be a scary gift to discover. contacting spirits is a little different for everyone, i used to know a guy who learned to make this kinda, mental waiting room for spirits who tried to contact him.
personally, i think learning the difference between a friendly spirit and a dangerous one, partly takes time and experience. research and finding others with our gifts might help you, can you speak to your grandmother? i’m sure she has some wisdom she can share.
and, when i was in your shoes, i started with learning how to tune them out. knowing how to tune them out, or close the door to contact is an invaluable skill. it will save you a lot of fear, because you’ll know, you can always step away.
i know you’ll learn how to conquer this gift, and how to use it for good! i’m so proud of you, and it’s okay to be a little worried and frightened, you’ll work through it. as long as you don’t let it hold your back, you’ll be a powerful medium some day, i have faith in you!” -Chenle
warnings: implication of child death, implication of car crashes, named demonic entity, FIRE, memory loss, mention of severe disfiguring burns, mention of coma by blunt force trauma. General gore.
words: 910
author: @cbxmarksthespot
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They say no disaster ever strikes without a warning.
Some kind of omen from the universe, telling you to brace yourself for impact - sirens screeching out from the fabric of subtlety.
Jisung used to believe that.
Chenle's aunt would tell him stories - Lincoln staring down at his own coffin within the winding confines of his dreams
Children murmuring odd anecdotes of gravestones and car shrapnel to their parents days before their little fingers grew stiff and cold.
Stories of vultures and visions.
Watching Haechan cry for the lives of passing strangers only seemed to solidate this simple rule.
But Haechan wasn't here.
And Jisungs dreams were nothing but a void.
That didn't make the flames licking the back of his neck any less real.
The monster crawled upon two front wolf-like paws with its rear morphing into some kind of serpentine tail, lined with long scales like broken tiles all across in a sickly green.
It gazed up with wide black eyes and the face of a monkey - or, perhaps a raven.
A small rounded head with a long cylindrical torso covered in black matted fur. A bald snout with two rows of perfectly prestine fangs.
Jisung and Jeno crouched behind the burning sofa, listening to the manic cackles and roars of the demon scuttling it's way around the salt circle.
From upstairs, they could hear Mark pounding on the plywood, screaming over the fire slowly roasting him alive within the confines of his own room.
Jeno twitched with every desperate sobbed plea but Jisung.
Jisung was paralyzed under the weight of guilt and shock, eyes glued upon the monster.
He could barely breathe to suffocate on the encompassing smoke anyway.
He was already too busy choking on his own sins.
Trying to swallow what felt like a bottle pushing it's way down his esophagus.
"You have to do this." Jeno's voice croaked like a rusted hinge. The stress lines on his forehead seemed to age him years beyond his time.
Fear sparked in charcoal eyes but understanding as well.
He knew.
"I can't."
"Jisung."
The demon crowed again, pawing at the floorboards.
"I can't."
"We have no other choice." He hardened, bunching the fabric of the youngers hoodie between his fingers forcing his head up.
"You brought him in."
"I didn't mean to!"
"None of that fucking matters right now!" He roared with a temperament alien to himself.
There was a beat of silence before Jeno softened, releasing his iron clad grip and sinking back down into the floor like he was willing the earth to swallow him whole.
"You're the only one who can excile the Marquis. I have to get to Mark... We have no other choice."
Jisung took a long, shaking breath and tried to count the popcorn ridges in the ceiling texture to press back the raw sort of fear burning in his chest.
By the time he got to five Jeno burst.
He took off running like a 5'10 missile leaving Aamon shrieking after him.
There was nothing to do but react.
Jisung took a deep gasp of air and pushed.
"STOP!"
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Jeno wrapped his hand within the paw of his cardigan, a last ditch attempt to try to keep the scorching heat from searing at his palms.
Not that he would feel it anyway.
He threw his against the door when the knob wouldn't budge, blistering the frame and sending the hinges roaring with protest but still, nothing seemed to give way.
Marks screams grew dull in his ears, drowned out by Jeno's own sobs and that ringing bouncing his brain around his skull.
Mark was going to die in there.
The demon could still be scuttling across the ceiling, ready to rip his eyes from his skull within seconds.
Every heartbeat sent ripples of pain across his chest, encompassing all else.
Maybe it was watching, perched up on the windowsill chittering to itself-
Something broke.
For a moment the house seemed to collapse in on itself for before reforming.
One split second of silence before everything exploded into action.
The door burst down with a force that propelled it to the parallel wall, the flames receded to a low ember underneath what remained of the charred carpet.
And what remained whole of Mark was left laying face down on the ground.
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Lee Taeyong sat on the porch of what remained of the young ones coven home, quietly basking in a painful sort of overwhelming numbness.
The yard lined with emergency response vehicles that looked more or less like paintstrokes of red and fear swimming across his vision. Ambulances, police, fire rescue.
Jaemin and Mark were both being carted away on stretchers - alive but only just.
Mark would suffer his burns, morphed skin and flesh twisted over a good half of his body - the penance of a witch, so he says.
Jaemin would remain in a coma for a good portion of eleven days.
He would wake up to a speech impediment and short term memory loss plucking away at his reality.
But when he would awake, he would do so with a smile, glazed eyes watching a dove scratch at the window of his hospital room.
Jeno would find blisters from grappling with Marks rescue and Jisung.
Jisung had that look in his eye.
A kind of grief Taeyong didn't even know where to begin to heal.
In the ashes, the eldest was left wondering.
Perhaps poor Lucas spared the merciful fate after all.
