tags: nsfw (violence), Aki watches you turn into a devil
Everyone watched in horror as the blade pierced right through your stomach, pinning you to the wall behind you like one of the posters you used to have hanging over your bed. You vaguely heard someone call out your name but the only thing you saw clearly through your blurry vision was Aki's eyes.
They were filled with so much terror it would have had your blood running cold if it wasn't already running out of your stomach. You hands reached for the sword weakly in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself, staying alive already a faint dream you could no longer recall.
You didn't want to die (who does?), but long ago you had been in a situation not unlike this one. Back then you had also been close to death as you had called out to anyone or anything that could hear. Something answered your call, proposed a deal to you which you had accepted without thinking it through, scared because you could no longer feel your limbs.
The deal was healing and getting you out of that mess in exchange for your body the next time you died. Now, as even the blue in Aki's eyes faded into black, you could feel something stir within you, something familiar, something rotten.
"It's time." The voice was as smooth as the first time you heard it, soft like silk-sheets on your deathbed, lulling you to sleep. "Let me take it from here." A sensation like someone covering your hands with their own contradicted what you knew wasn't there.
You pressed your eyes shut, shaking your head as if trying to shake the devil out of your head. "We had a deal." A single sob escaped you as you opened your eyes to find Aki's one last time. He was already on his way over to you, his own sword raised and a fire in his eyes you hated to see. "I'm sorry, Aki."
Aki watched as the colour in your eyes was replaced by a deep, sickly green and your hair was replaced by green, slimy tendrils. He stopped dead in his tracks. The eyes that were no longer your own snapped forward, towards your assailant. In one smooth motion your hands pulled the sword out of your stomach. The first bit of the blade was still stained red with your blood, but the bit that slid through your body now came away covered in green goop.
The devil turned the sword in your hands before pointing it at the assailant. In the blink of an eye, he was dead, decapitated like it was the most mundane thing to happen. Against his better judgement, Aki called out your name. The eyes that no longer bore any resemblance to you turned to look at him and he instinctively took a step back.
Those uncanny green eyes scanned over him as it moved your body closer to him. When a faint flicker of recognition passed through the green, it stopped. "Hayakawa." The voice no longer sounded like you either. "In honour of the feelings this body once held for you, I will spare you just this once." It took another step towards him. "Do not show yourself to me again."
And with that it jumped up into the sky, landing on the roof of a nearby building and walking off casually while Aki slumped to the ground, eyes wide but empty, trying to process what had just happened.
"We can be together forever!" Before you knew it Skips started another ritual, intent on transforming you into a shadow. You weren't too worried about it - he had already admitted that his whole story about the armaments was made up, also magic wasn't real.
Skips hummed with even more intensity, clearly very focused on his task as you leaned your head to the side, a tired smile on your face. You blinked, but as you opened your eyes again it was dark. After a few more rapid blinks you called out to him. "Skips?"
"I'm right here, Penumbra." You jumped slightly as you felt his hands taking yours. "Why can't I see?" Skips chuckled softly. "Because your eyes aren't atuned to the darkness just yet. Give it a few minutes."
He rubbed soothing circles on the backs of your hands that barely put a dent in the increasing panic that was bubbling up inside you. "What?! What does that even mean? What darkness?"
You couldn't see it but Skips shook his head slightly in irritation. "I told you, Penumbra. I transformed you into a shadow - like me! Now you won't ever have to leave me again!" The pace if your breathing picked up considerably as you took a step back, although not enough to pull your hands from his.
"I-I-I… I can't be! My friends, my family… how will I ever…? No, Skips, this isn't right!" He frowned trying his best to understand your point of view and not just letting his own insecurities getting the better of him. He swallowed thickly before stepping closer to you again, raising one hand to cup your cheek.
"Hey. It's going to be alright. As long as we're together, nothing can harm us, right?" You stayed silent as you tried to get your breathing under control again. Skips took another step closer to you and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body as your free hand made contact with his side, resting there.
"It'll be you and me, together, against the rest of the world." Slowly he leaned in further until his forehead rested against yours. He took a deep breath and from the sound of his voice you could tell he was smiling. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to hold you like this."
As much as you wanted to push him off of you, tell him that isn't how it's supposed to be and this can't be real. You also couldn't deny that you had longed to be this close to him as well. Expect, you would have preferred your eyes to be working. Although by now you could already distinguish dark from darker.
"Skips, I-" You were interupted by the sudden sensation of hundreds of little legs crawling up your own. You shrieked. "Hey! Everybody off!" With that you actually felt the little bugs retreating off of you. "Sorry, that was just-" "Your silverfish. Yes, I remember."
Your tone was a little more snippish than you would have liked but this whole situation wasn't exactly making it easy to stay clear-headed. "Do I now just have to expect being crawled on at all times?"
The man in front of you was quiet for a moment. "I csn order them not to bother you. But I only command the silverfish." The statement hung in the air as it dawned on you what else could be lurking in the dark.
tags: nsfw (violence, drowning), he does something rash
You were sat in his chair, just idling about until Silco came back from his meeting with the other Chembarons. The undercity was a dangerous place and while Silco was also an incredibly dangerous man you'd always figured that being with one of - if not the most - dangerous man you'd be about as safe as you could be.
The only problem was, even though you really loved him for all he had done for you, Silco was still dangerous and occasionally unpredictable. You immediately noticed the red lining his good eye when he stepped into his office, accompanied by the slightest, almost imperceptible wobble in his step. He was high on… something.
As much as you resented being afraid of him like this you couldn't help your instinct to run. Only there was no place to go, he blocked the only door with his body. So instead you just looked at him for a moment as he seemed to be quietly contemplating something.
Eventually, he spoke up. "Have I ever told you how my eye got to be the way it is?" He pointed sort of clumsily at his bad eye, almost poking his finger in it. Cautiously, you replied. "Yes, you did. It was on that night. With Vander." He hummed, turning slightly to not look at you.
"Yes. But have I ever shown you where it happened? Wouldn't you like to know?" A certain unease settled deep in your stomach. "You never thought it was necessary." You knew him well enough by now to not outright disagree with him while he was high. He turned back to look into your eyes and you noticed how glassy his gaze was. It worried you even more.
"I've changed my mind. Come, we'll go there right now." He stepped to the side slightly and waved you over. You swallowed thickly but still got up and stepped around his desk toward him, unsure what was to happen next. Silco just wrapped his arm around our shoulder, somewhere between wanting to guide you while also not wanting to fall over.
As you two made your way through the busy streets of the undercity, and then the distinctly un-busy streets of the abandoned and polluted area, he kept talking to you about how much you mean to him and that he just needs to make sure that you understand him. Unfortunately, today he picked a rather odd method to get you to understand.
When you both arrived at the near radioactive lake the air made your eyes sting. Silco on the other hand was entirely unbothered, no doubt by this being to him like returning to your mother's place after you moved out. He led you a few steps into the water and you followed him, even though you could feel the water scratching at your legs.
"Do you know what it feels like to drown?" You swallowed heavily. "I've never head to." Silco hummed once more before turning to you abruptly, one hand on your throat while the other swatted your hands away. In another swift motion he pushed you backwards and under the surface.
The little gasp that you had managed to suck in quickly ran out and you began to flail your limbs toward him, trying to get him to loose his grip or give you some sort of opening. Instead, he pulled you back up, looking into your face for a few seconds, definitely not enough to take a big breath, and then once again pushing you under.
You limbs started to flail again, this time less controlled, more erratic and panicked. No amount of breathing could have prepared you for being without it for so long. Eventually, you could feel your arms getting limb, your legs soon following behind. "That's it. Now we can finally be the same."
With one final swing at him, trying to shake him off or something, you couldn't keep it out any longer. You let go of needing to not breathe in the water and instead gave way to the massive need to take a breath. It should have been your last as the world faded to black.
tags: spooky, mcd (you), sad, you wanted to marry him:(
The all too familiar screech of a bat sounded behind you and you swished around, sword in hand and swung at the creature. You hissed in pain with every swing, your previous encounters with the creatures of these mines taking their toll on your body. The bat was thrown backwards at your second swing and you could tell it would not survive a third.
You steadied yourself and as the bat flew close again you swung your sword again, hitting it. Ending it. But with its last breaths and as it was falling to the ground, it managed to scratch at your leg, badly. Your leg gave out momentarily and you fell on your knee with a pained groan, holding yourself up by your sword.
This trip to the mines was not supposed to be this taxing on you. You only meant to get another frozen tear. It was for something you had set your mind to ever since Sam had mentioned how much Sebastian adored the fragile gem. And it's not like you weren't successful - you had already gathered it. In fact, you were currently searching for a way out of the mines.
Unlucky for you, on your way you had encountered a few slimes. Nothing unusual, and you had managed to deal with them quite well. But before you could so much as take a breath, much less eat something to gain back some strength, you were surrounded by thick fog and attacked by a swarm of bats.
You swung your sword at everything that moved and eventually managed to get out of the fog and rid yourself of those creatures but they had already taken a lot out of you. As you ate your last field snack you realized that you needed to find an exit quickly.
With another pained groan you pulled yourself up by your sword and stumbled towards some nearby crates, praying to Yoba to let you find a cave carrot in it. Luck was not on your side.
You leaned against the wall behind you and took a deep breath, scrambling around in your coat pocket. What you pulled out of it was a necklace. Its deep blue pendant contrasted nicely by the frozen tear you had attached to one side of it. You held the second frozen tear to its rightful spot on the opposite side with your other hand. A deep sigh escaped you as you pressed the necklace with its additional pendants to your chest.
Then you heard something you had never heard before. It sounded like a deep, distorted wail. You tried to locate its source, reaching for your sword while still clutching the necklace to your chest with your other hand. What appeared in front of you, seemingly seeping through the wall itself, should not have been real.
Its body was a sickly green and translucent. The face of the creature was big and its mouth contorted into a grotesque silent scream. You swung your sword at it with what remaining strength you had but it seemed to pass right through. Could this really be… a ghost?
As it drew closer and you realized you could do nothing you saw your own hand holding your sword start to tremble in fear. You clutched the necklace and frozen tears even tighter as you felt your eyes fill up with your own tears. The ghost was right in front of you now so you shut your eyes tightly, freeing some of the tears as you whispered your last words.
"I'm sorry, Sebastian."
~*~*~
The leaves sailed away on the wind unbothered as the temperature began to drop in Pelican town. Fall was drawing to an end and Sebastian took a deep breath of the cold, almost-winter, air. He smiled contently, albeit tiredly, as he stared out at the lake, not even feeling the need to light a cigarette.
Sebastian had waited for you last night, during Spirit's Eve. You weren't one to miss the towns festivities if you could help it, so he had laid awake all night, worrying about your safety. You had, in your short time since moving into the old farm, quickly become one of his closest friends, next to Sam and Abigail of course, although that was not all. You two had also been dating for about a year now.
He remembered it clear as day, how you had asked him to go out with you. It was during band practice, he was at Sam's with Abigail. The three of them practising for their first real performance. Then suddenly you stormed into the room, not even glancing at the other two as you went to stand straight in front of his keyboard.
You swallowed once before holding out a bouquet of flowers towards him, followed by a "please go on a date with me sometime". It was the cutest thing he had ever seen. So much so he almost forgot to react. Almost. He had carefully taken the flowers from your hand and breathed a soft: "...You want to get more serious? I feel the same way."
Sebastian was in the middle of remembering this when a man approached him. The man was wearing an eye-patch and a cape. He startled Sebastian out of his thoughts. "Are you Robin's boy? Sebastian?" He eyed the man up and down once before responding. "Yes. Who wants to know?" The man nodded solemnly.
"I am Marlon of the Adventurer's Guild. I…" He shook his head bitterly, "The new farmer who moved here a couple of years ago - We found them in the mines this morning." Sebastian's eyes went wide and his mouth dry. Before he could ask any questions he saw that the man was pulling something from under his robe.
"I know you two were close - They spoke of you sometimes. So I'm assuming that they meant to give this to you." Marlon opened his hand to reveal the Necklace you had been clutching when the Ghost attacked you. The blue Mermaid's Pendant was a stark contrast to the oranges and reds of the season.
Instinctively, Sebastian took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief. "No. Th-They're too tough! They wouldn't just di-" He cut himself off, unable to speak the word - to face the truth.
Marlon sighed sadly. "It was a shock to me as well. They were… a most promising member of the guild." He reached his hand out further towards Sebastian, urging him to take the necklace. "They would have wanted you to have this."
With eyes still wide and mouth agape Sebastian held out his hands. Marlon nodded once more after placing the necklace with the extra pendants into his hands. "I'm very sorry." And with that he left, leaving Sebastian all alone with his own tears now falling from his eyes.
Through the blur of them he realised that it wasn't just the necklace but two frozen tears as well. He sank to his knees as the realisation hit him. You wanted to make the necklace even more special for him but ended up paying for it with you life.
About two hours later Robin found him curled up in the grass, clutching the necklace, crying and shaking. She brought him back into the house where, eventually, Sebastian was able to tell her what had happened. She cried with him as they embraced. Even Demetrius couldn't keep a tear from slipping from his eye.
Sebastian ended up wearing the necklace to your funeral and never taking it off after that.
You were being watched. It was as simple as that. And no, it wasn't like you were feeling some floating eye of god following you around, it were the two eyes of a regular man. In short, you had a stalker.
As crazy as it sounds, it didn't really bother you. The man kept his distance, never interacted with you directly, didn't do anything weird. Or, you know, weirder. Quite frankly, you weren't even fully convinced it was a man, you had never seen this person's face after all. You'd only caught glimpses of a figure, masculine built but long hair. In the end, you just assumed that it was a man.
It all started when you went to this quaint little antiquarian bookshop where you found a book that just drew you in. You bought it without thinking it through and only when you got home and tried to read it did you notice that it was entirely in Latin, a language you didn't speak. The only thing you were able to read was the little info at the front: From the library of Jurgen Leitner.
You didn't end up reading the book or doing anything at all with it, really. Just put it on your shelf and moved on with your life. However, the very same night you could feel someone's eyes piercing into you through your window. When you looked outside you spotted a dark figure not even trying to hide that he was clearly looking up at you.
Maybe it wasn't the most rational choice, but you just closed the curtains and put on a movie, eventually going to bed. Nothing ever came of it and in a way you started to appreciate the company. Yeah, yeah, it sounds kind of insane, but this stalker was starting to feel like the only human who was able to even acknowledge your existence.
Your coworkers planned around you as if you weren't there, your friends stopped texting back and even your family members couldn't hold a conversation with you. They always drifted off and eventually just got up and left, no goodbye, nothing. It felt like your stalker became the only person who could even see you.
Eventually, you tried to drown out your increasing feeling of loneliness by burying yourself in books. Which is how that strange old book fell back into your hands. You still didn't understand any of the Latin but this time you noticed a picture on one of the pages. It was a double page, one eye on each side. The eyes looked… sad. With a distant look in them, sort of glassy. Like the eyes of someone who was fully out of it.
With a sigh you closed the book again, the picture having stressed you out, hitting a little too close to home. In the exact same moment you heard a knock on the door. You froze until the knock came again. This time you managed to move yourself towards the door, putting the book back on the shelf as you passed by it. Then you slowly opened the door.
In front of you stood a man with long hair that was very unnaturally black. He was wearing all black with tears and chains all over his clothes. It sort of looked like he tried to go for a goth look but gave up somewhere along the way.
"The book. How much to buy it off of you?" You blinked at him slowly, considering his question. "Why don't you come in first." You stepped out of the way and watched as he entered your apartment. After you had closed the door behind him, you followed him to your bookshelf. He had already found the book he was looking for but he didn't reach for it.
"You're the guy who's been following me, aren't you?" He turned to face you, expression hard to read but definitely tired. "Yes." You hummed as you thought for a moment before speaking again. Somewhere inside you knew that the book was the cause for everyone forgetting you, you just couldn't explain how that was possible. The idea that he could take both the book and this curse off of you however seemed very promising.
"£50. That's ten more than I payed for it." You had no idea why you felt like sharing that info with him, but the man didn't seem to care. He just quietly reached for his back pocket and pulled out some money that he handed to you before finally taking the book off of the shelf.
And just like that he left again. Well, he did say goodbye but he just left you all alone again. Granted, he was a stranger and the fact that you let him into your apartment in the first place might have been a little strange as well. But still, he was the first one in a while who talked to you first.
You didn't have to worry too much, though. The next morning he was back, albeit at his regular distance again. Still, just having him around made you feel safer somehow. Slowly, over the course of the next few weeks the people around you started acknowledging you again. And slowly, the man showed up less and less, as if he realised that his job was done.
It was late when you left your friend's place, the sun had already set and the people gone home. Most people of the village still believed in demons and that those are the reason you shouldn't be out and about at night. You had never believed those stories told by your grandparents, always assumed them to be a scary fairytale to get children to behave.
And yet, you remembered your grandmother's voice as you shivered in the cool autumn air. You smiled and shook your head at the memory, pulling your coat tighter around yourself. Instead of listening to her words you strolled through the streets slowly, appreciating the now almost barren trees and the leaves that were gliding around the ground. You also took a moment to stop and look up, appreciating the night sky and its countless flickering lights.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" You jumped slightly at the smooth and gentle voice next to you. It took you a second to recover. "It is." You eyed the man for a moment because you couldn't recognise him, which was suspicious in a village like the one you lived in where everyone knew everyone. He quickly felt your eyes on him and turned his gaze down from the sky and towards you. His eyes were a sharp red.
"But dangerous, too. Nighttime is when demons usually roam the streets, is it not?" You tried and failed to hold back a scoff. "Don't start. And even if I come across one I always have this." In one movement you put your hand inside your bag and pulled it out again, now holding a couple of light purple flowers.
"Wisteria?" The man raised a brow at you with a playful smile on his face. On the inside however, Muzan flinched at the sight of the flower, only staying in his spot before you because he had trained himself not to physically react to the flower.
"Yeah," You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly, "My grandma used to refuse to let me leave the house without them." He nodded and hummed lightly. "A wise woman." That earned him a sigh. "Yeah, she was." The man looked at you for another moment as you put the flowers back into your bag.
"Even though I can see that you are perfectly fine on your own, it would be my absolute pleasure to walk you home." You hesitated, unsure whether you should let a stranger like that know where you live. Then again, he was incredibly handsome and you didn't want to miss out on a chance to talk to him longer. In the end, you agreed.
By the time you had reached your house you two were immersed in some deep conversation over the rise of automobile use in cities. Although, you had never been to a city with enough cars to cause a problem. Somewhere inside you, you felt like you could talk to this man about absolutely nothing for hours.
In the end, he brought you home and was very respectful about it. So much so that you almost forgot to ask him if you two could see each other again. He just smiled at you. "Very much so. I would enjoy nothing more than walking you home every night." Maybe the nights weren't so bad after all.
You stood frozen as you watched the little girl in front of you change its shape, twisting and turning into a grotesque mockery of a child. Unable to process how this was even possible and now backed into the corner of the room by the monster, you closed your eyes and covered your head with your hands, waiting for whatever was to come.
With the shadow of the creature looming over you, suffocating all the light and rendering the black behind your eyelids even darker you knew it was over when an image of a rose popped into your head. It took you a second to realise that you only saw the rose in your mind because you could smell its scent.
The monster turned from you in confusion, trying to locate the source of the new presence that was coating the room in rose petals. Leonard stood in the doorframe, smiling softly at the creature as if acknowledging the child it should still be. "My, no need to get violent now." His voice was soft and sultry and stirred a rage in the beast that made it lunge toward him.
He sidestepped the creature easily and watched as it send itself flying over the railing and falling down to the ground floor. Before he went after the creature he turned to look into the room again, to you. By now you had opened your eyes again, just in time to see this gorgeous man with his luscious hair setting his eyes on you, smiling a kind smile. "If you'll excuse me, I will be back momentarily."
And with that he jumped after it, ignoring your gasp as you watched him disappear. What followed were some of the most horrendous sounds you had ever heard: Things breaking, slashing, tearing of flesh and wet, dripping noises. After a few minutes you were starting to loose hope in the man when he suddenly appeared in the doorframe again.
"Rest assured, it will no longer harm you." He said in a comforting tone as he held his hand out to you. You gladly took it, letting him help you up and out of the room. He did not let go of your hand as he led you down the stairs and over the remains of the creature, not after he saw the look of terror in your eyes at the blood scattered across the walls.
Your breathing quickened, no longer and maybe never again feeling safe in your own home. You started to babble questions, asking what that thing was and how it can even exist. Leonard caught your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him instead of the scene around you. "Hey. Take a slow, deep breath for me, yes?"
It took you a couple of tries but eventually you managed to do it which earned you another smile from him. "Good. My colleagues will be here shortly, they will clean this mess up, so don't worry about it." You took another deep breath and tried to focus your attention away from it all. So you looked at the man in front of you, really looked at him.
While you stood there with him, waiting for the others to arrive, you slowly calmed down. The moonlight shone through the bloodstained windows, soaking him in a red light that suited this mysterious man all too well. Somehow you hoped this would not be the only night you would get to see him.
You woke up to a ruckus coming from downstairs. It seemed like you had fallen asleep while still wearing the Dateviators which is the only reason you were able to hear them now in the first place. When you entered the kitchen you were still rubbing your eye and yawning while everyone else in the room was screaming at each other.
"What's with all the screaming? It's way too early for that, it's like…" You looked towards the clock but didn't need to read the time as Timothy told you already. "It is 9.34 am." You blinked at him once. "Way too early." Even he seemed irritated with the others.
"It is never too early to teach someone about the nutritional value of certain dishes." Friar Errol began which earned him a couple of scoffs and sighs around the room. "Here we go again." Stefan's gruff voice countered before Mitchell chimed in. "There is nothing wrong with an occasional sweet treat. It is the balance that matters."
You watched as they continued to argue, their voices growing louder and starting to overlap each other again. The only ones who weren't actively involved in the argument were Cam, who was just smirking to himself leaning against the wall, and Kopi, who looked worried with her hands clasped before her chest.
With another deep sigh you decided to intervene but didn't get the chance to when Luke started screaming about his mission, gesticulating wildly. Too wildy. He accidentally knocked against Daisuke who was trying and failing to stay out of the situation, cleaning dishes with that usual irritation of his. But when Luke knocked against him he dropped the plate he was trying to put away.
As the shrill shattering of the porcelain rang out into the room the argument died down instantly, everyone looked at Daisuke with wide eyes. Daisuke himself looked down at the plate with wide eyes of his own as it shattered on the ground into too many pieces to properly put back together. Then the faintest of movements, an eye twitch, had everyone in the room take a step back.
"Out." His voice was quiet but sharp, leaving no room for discussion, and yet, nobody dared to move. "OUT!!" Daisuke's voice boomed, undoubtedly heard by every item in the house. Everyone scattered. It didn't matter that everyone technically belonged in the kitchen, right now they needed to be literally anywhere else as to not be the centre of Daisuke's rage.
You were the only one who didn't move. Technically, it was your plate and a part of you felt like you should be the one to clean it up. A different part of you wanted to help calm him down. After staring at the broken plate for a while he began to move again. Slowly, he looked under the sink for a dustpan and crouched down next to the scattered pieces of a part of himself.
With an apologetic look on your face you took a step towards him, crouching down as well. "Daisuke." His head wipped up at you fast, an intensity in his eyes that you weren't expecting. "Let me help you."
He looked down once more, swiping the rest of the shards on the dustpan and swiftly throwing it in the trashcan. Although you didn't see him do it, he pocketed one of the shards before throwing the rest away.
