Dark House

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙊𝙤𝙤…

“Medical professional having to deal with an unruly patient trying to take off their mask”

(via)

Predetermined

wanted to start a new year of writing off with a bang >:D

Soulmate AU (red thread of fate)

Warnings: stalking, mentions of kidnapping, graphic depictions of violence, gore, blood, death, threats of violence

Word count: 9k

When Feitan noticed the red thread that hung from his pinky finger and trailed off in a random direction in the middle of the afternoon, he found himself hesitant to follow it.

He knew that he needed to follow and find whoever was at the end of it if just for the sake of his own nen abilities. To boost them as well as ensure that he would still have them by keeping his soulmate alive. It was something everyone in the troupe needed to do, to secure their soulmate once they discovered them, and they all would have done so regardless of Chrollo’s instruction. No one wanted to lose their ability to use nen.

But the fact that his use of nen was tied to some random person that he knew nothing about had the concept of soulmates leaving a sour taste in Feitan’s mouth. Whoever was attached to the end of that thread was someone that he would ultimately need to take care of, regardless of if he even liked them or not. All because of some oddity with the way nen worked that was completely out of his control.

And it was more than likely that whoever this person was, they wouldn’t be able to see the thread, so they wouldn’t understand the significance of meeting him. Feitan would either need to take a slower approach by building up a relationship in a natural manner, as Chrollo and Shalnark had done, or a more straight-forward approach by just taking them and going from there, which was the way Uvogin and Nobunaga had gone about things.

Feitan already felt more inclined towards the latter option. He was just passing through this particular area and had no plans to stay long. Along with the fact that he wasn’t the most sociable or approachable person around, it was just more practical to go with the second choice.

He quietly sighed as he began to follow the thread, finding himself wishing that his circumstances might be more like Pakunoda’s; she’d been lucky enough that her soulmate was able to see the thread and understood what it meant, though they didn’t seem to have a complete understanding of nen. Though he backtracked a bit on calling her “lucky”. Paku’s soulmate followed her around like a lovesick puppy, and though Pakunoda seemed to enjoy doting on them, Feitan knew he would quickly get tired of someone like that.

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A Gift Worth Keeping

This is the second part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie

Warnings: Cursing

Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC

Words: 983

Sept. 10th 5PM

It’s been almost a month since you arrived. A month of babysitting a human, Mammon rolls his eyes. If only he could find the human. Usually you follow him around, clinging to his side. Well, in reality, he follows you around, but today he lost track of you after RAD.

He’s actually not sure what Lucifer would do to him if he let you get hurt. He doesn’t want to know.

He’s been looking for you for ten minutes. So far he’s checked your room, the kitchen, dining room, and living room. And you’re nowhere to be found. He’s starting to worry. (About Lucifer, not your well-being.)

Finally, as he approaches the library, he hears your voice.

“So… do you think he’ll like it?” you ask, showing off something to his brothers.

“Pfft, MC, he won’t even look at it before trying to sell it,” says Levi, not bothering to look up from his game.

“What?” Mammon’s heart clenches at the hurt in your voice.

“Yeah, if he can squeeze a Grimm out of it, he will. I mean, the thought is nice, but…”

“But I made it myself,” you start.

“Oh, even better. ‘Handmade by a human!’ It’s doubled in price now,” Satan laughs, looking up from his book. Mammon’s face drops.

“Really?” you ask, enthusiasm gone.

“MC, darling, you put a lot of time into it. Do you really want to give it to someone who won’t appreciate it?” Asmo asks. With that, Mammon huffs.

“He… he’ll appreciate it!” you say, holding whatever it is close to your chest.

“Look… to tell the truth, he’d probably try to sell you if Lucifer wouldn’t kill him. He’ll flip that faster than Beel eats a cheeseburger.” Satan turns the page.

“He’s a scumbag,” says Levi, “he takes my things all the time to make an easy buck. And he’s my brother. Why do you think he’d appreciate something from you, a human he barely knows?”

“No, he’s not. He’s a good person,” you say, anger dripping from your tongue. Mammon’s eyes widen. “And he’s my friend! You guys are wrong.”

“Sweetie…” Asmo begins.

“I mean, yeah, he likes money. But that’s his… thing. You know, I wouldn’t expect Beel to stop eating. Or… Asmo to stop staring into that mirror,” you say.

The fifth-born looks away from the mirror for a moment, “I’m fixing my makeup.”

You ignore him. “None of you can help your sin. Why are you guys always being mean to Mammon for his? It’s not fair. Fuck, now I sound like Mr. Envy,” you chuckle and Satan smirks behind his book. “Anyway, I’m gonna go give this to him now. But, you guys really suck a lot, you know?”

“Let us know how much he gets for it,” says Mr. Envy himself as you stand. You stick your tongue out at him, which Asmo laughs at.

Mammon’s heart races and he turns to quickly climb the stairs, two at a time, to his room, where you’re headed, with a gift, that you apparently handmade, for him. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

They think I’m good. He smiles softly to himself, then it drops when he realizes you just stood up to his brothers, who could’ve actually killed you.

He’s got to have a talk with you about that.

A knock at his door startles him. “Uh… Mammon, are you in there?”

He blinks and wipes his hand through his hair, waiting a second before he opens the door.

“Hey human,” he says, nonchalantly. As if he hadn’t been looking for you and he’d heard none of your conversation and wasn’t internally combusting from your words.

“Can I come in?” you ask. He can tell you’re hiding something behind your back.

“Yeah, I guess.” He steps back from the door to let you inside, then closes it behind you, and takes a seat on his couch. You follow him over and stand in front of him.

“So… I kind of made you something.”

“Oh?” Really? He had no idea. Not at all.

“Yeah. So… here,” you say, thrusting a large gift bag into his lap. He raises a brow.

“Open it.”

He smiles and reaches into the bag to pull out a round yellow cushion. “Hey, this looks like Grimm!” he points out when he sees the skull on the front.

He notices how your eyes light up. “Yeah! Yes! I tried. I’ve not really been crocheting long, so it’s not perfect-”

“Yeah it is.” He turns the pillow in his hands. On the back is a small tag which reads ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“It’s really good,” he says, eyes wet. He refuses to cry in front of a human, no matter how nice they are to him.

“You like it?” you ask.

“Yeah, ‘course I do. It’s money,” he grins and puts the pillow under his head, leaning back on it with a sigh. “It’s great, MC, thanks.”

You drop onto the couch beside him, before throwing your arms around his shoulders, “happy birthday Mammon! I’m so glad you like it.”

He freezes, breath caught in his throat, then puts one hand on your back. “Uh, yeah.”

You pull away, and pretend not to notice the blush blooming on his cheeks. “I’m gonna go downstairs to help with dinner. See you in a bit!”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, watching you exit his room. He pulls the cushion back from behind his head to examine the tag once again. ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“With love,” he whispers, tracing the words. Is that how you feel about him? How he feels about you? And he groans, pressing his face against it.

(Just wait till he finds the card inside the bag and reads the sweet message you wrote. He won’t be able to look you in the eyes for a week.)

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Getting pampered

can i request hcs of glamrock freddy simping over their human co-worker??

thank you <3 (btw i love ur writing!!)

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑

𝐓𝐖! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! <𝟑

♫ 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 — 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘

( 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 )

you can’t recall when the sudden alter in freddy’s behavior occurred

the wagging of his short tail whenever you’re around, the way his ears elevate in surprise when you speak to him, the glitches in his voice after you tie his bow and adjust his hat

and even now, the way your hands trace over his arms and legs to make sure the animatronic is still in function is enough to make his entire system short-circuit

“you took quite the tumble on stage tonight, but there seems to be no bugs in your programming... do you have any idea what may have happened to you, freddy?” you…

that’s what happened: you

your heavenly voice in his earpiece, constructing the music and notifying your coworkers of any potential irregularities in the glamrock’s coding

how could anyone function properly whilst an angel overlooks their shoulder, whispering sweet nothings such as “speed up the metronome for chica” or “lower the volume of the backing tracks for monty”?

oh, you’re just too sweet~

you may not be able to recall the abrupt shift in his disposition, but freddy certainly can

before, everything was grey; every day was spent in chromatic colors as the robot mindlessly entertained guests without an ounce of conscious thought

and all it took was a bicker between him and monty that sent him spiraling off the catwalks to end up in parts and services, where he would then wake up to your adoring face

then, there was color

“there was a minor accident in gator golf that left you in severe conditions, so fazbear entertainment called me in to treat you. i hope that’s all alright with you, freddy?” yes, yes, it is more than ok

“how’s that brain working? any coding i need to patch up on?” all i can think about is you

“how about those new eyes, how are they treating you?” they’re perfect, you’re perfect

his eyes then glanced down to your chest, your golden name tag glistening beneath the bright surgical light above you

y/n…

what a beautiful name…

and just like that, life isn’t so dull for freddy anymore

the safety of the children, the wellbeing of his friends, his concerns for his state of mind, everything is put on a back-burner now that his circuits have been overwhelmed by you and your flamboyant self

and poor, sweet you, who just assumes the devoted initiatives of your favorite fazbear is all a part of his coded personality

because yeah, it’s totally programmed in freddy to memorize your eating habits and bring you a hot, fresh slice of pizza and a glass of his signature fizzy-faz during your breaks

it’s totally normal for an animatronic to insist on carrying you place-to-place, simply because the walk to parts and services is "far too long for a human to possibly endure"

it’s totally normal for him to carry you over his shoulder to his room like a sack of potatoes after vanessa was in the process of chewing you out for a glitch in roxanne’s ocular upgrade

and it’s completely normal for the golden boy of fazbear entertainment to beat roxanne wolf out of commission after an accident during your shift in parts and services

that mangy mutt had left you bed-ridden and away from freddy for a month, but now that you’ve returned, the 7-ft-tall teddy bear is always breathing down your neck whenever another glamrock breathes in your general direction

there’s definitely nothing weird about freddy's behavior! you’ve been doing your job flawlessly and keeping these animatronics (excluding poor roxy) in tip-top shape…… right?

well, apparently not, because now fazbear entertainment has called you into parts and services for the final time before you’re obliged to pack up your bags and leave pizzaplex forever

“listen, freddy…” yes, of course, i’m always listening to you

“ever since i’ve gotten this job, more and more anomalies seem to appear in your behavior. i’ve tried countless times to fix it, but it’s not enough” you are enough, you’ve given me more than i could ever ask for

“and after what happened to roxy, i just… i don’t think working with animatronics is really my forte” you couldn’t be more perfect for me, y/n, what is this leading to-?

“this is the last time we’ll see each other”

….. no.

that mere sentence leaving your mouth was enough to cause his mechanical heart to implode

freddy begins to hyperventilate, the screens within the parts and service cylinder erupting with a mess of binary codes and a large, flashing “error”

harsh-red alarms begin to blare as the dread unit warns you of the unexpected occurrence of freddy’s system overheating

the doors to the protective cylinder lock as freddy begins to twist and jerk in his surgical chair, the restraints added for your safety splitting with an ear-piercing rip!

you bang against the hazy window, shouting for all of your coworkers, the other glamrocks, hell, even for map-bot to save you from your fate

sharp claws then grasp around your form and pull you closer as you shriek and squirm, all before darkness envelops you

you've been huddled within the cramped walls of freddy’s chest cavity, uncomfortably embraced by the wires and sprockets of his endoskeleton as you try and fight against him

the ringing of the alarms, the voice of dread unit, and your own muffled screams simmer down to silence

all that is left and you and him, closer than ever before

“there’s no need to worry anymore, starlight, i’ll tell the others you packed up and left… you’re safe with me, forever…”

the media was right… fazbear entertainment has far too many skeletons in the closet.

edit: reader is not dead lol

This cat has fluffy horns

Hello!💖🦫 I don't know if your requests are open, but in case they are; can I ask for Slashers reacting to their s/o waking up from a nightmare?

And I don't want to ask for much, but it's okay if its gender neutral and has RZ!Michael and Bubba Sawyer?

Slashers x Reader

Characters: Bubba Sawyer, Rz! Michael Myers, OG! Michael Myers, Peepaw Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Erik Destler.

Okay so its almost 4am this might not make sense in some parts??? I apologize lol I'll fix any mistakes or weird shit later today/tomorrow. I hope this is okay!

Not proof read.

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❥ Bubba is confused and alert-- he isn't sure if you saw or heard anything until you explain it was a nightmare. He's honestly had some so he can relate and he'd never judge you, even if the nightmares seem a little silly to others.

❥ This boy is the cuddle master. He's inexperienced but the pure joy and affection he gives you through cuddles make up for the occasional awkward moments. Bubba will try asking if you want held first so be prepared for some quiet babbling and hand gestures. He's fine with not getting any sleep if that means you feel safer.

❥ Now if the nightmare is brutal and you wake up screaming, sobbing, kicking-- you'll probably thrash around and hit him accidentally. This won't phase him at all though so it's alright. Tbh he's more concerned about the screaming than any small bruises he may get. Bubba hates seeing you in such a horrible situation and tries everything in the book.

❥ Bubba likes to gently touch your face and play with your hands. He hopes the sensations will calm you down enough to fall back asleep. He might hum if you ask sweetly. And if you do? He hums a song that reminds him of you.

❥ RZ! Michael also understands from personal experiences. Don't feel pressured to tell him right away, he knows you need time to calm down first. Don't tell him anything if that's something you'd prefer. Michael can't really force you to talk things out so he reminds you he's there when you're ready.

❥ He can be tender. Soft touches, rubbing your back, nuzzling closer into you so you feel more comfortable and safer. Michael hopes you know he will protect you and he even sleeps near the door, you're never on that side of the bed. He's prepared for basically anything.

❥ Eye contact whenever you open up about the nightmare. It's gentle, warm, and comforting. This tells you he is truly listening and not staring to zone out. Michael cares more than he lets on.

❥ Michael tries to coax you back to sleep by acting sleepy himself. His mind works like this: if I act calm.. they will feel safe enough to calm down too. Michael really tries to make the situation lighter by acting casual but during nights like these.. it's clear how much he worries about you in general.

❥ OG Michael is 50/50. Sure, he's had some.. okay, more than some. Michael has a traumatic past with sleep altogether from being sedated so much in Smith's Grove-- his brain does what it's meant to do most of the time and blocks out memories. Sometimes he remembers how it felt and other times he feels nothing and cannot understand.

❥ Michael won't show it but he is anxious when you start waking up and thrashing and crying. The most he shows physically is a head tilt, he's studying the way you react to fear thats not because of him and he realizes-- you cling to him for protection. Michael isn't going to go out of his way to be sweet and soft so don't get your hopes up.. however, if you were to lean into him, he won't move a single muscle.

❥ This fact alone warms his cold heart. You feel safe in his presence and it's going to mess with him a little. In the end he doesn't show it and acts like nothing is bothering him for your sake. He's aware that people feed off reactions.

❥ Michael stays awake the whole night to watch over you. He stares. Studies you more and more. You're definitely something to him, you're cherished and loved by him in his usual twisted ways.. and he totally doesn't cuddle closer when he thinks you're out completely. If you stay up but have good acting skills.. you'll feel him press himself against you and hold you protectively and rub any part of you that's in range. It's all innocent so don't worry about that.

❥ Peepaw Myers knows before you even wake up. Michael is an expert at reading your pulse.. he can tell when it spikes from fear, excitement, anxiety, etc. Michael reads you like a book.

❥ The second you start breathing differently he is awake and alert but not moving, his eyes remain closed. He waits until you start moving and that's when he will put a stop to it before it gets too bad. Michael more than likely holds you from behind most nights so you can expect this man to have an iron grip on you, you're not going anywhere.

❥ If he doesn't catch it quick enough then he makes you-- yes, he forces you to lay directly on his chest. Not off to the side. Nope. You're gonna lay right on top of him and let him hold you while you listen to his steady heartbeat. And if that don't work? He will probably crush you with his weight by reversing the roles and lays on you instead. Pressure helps some people and he is willing to try it for you- you're lucky he loves you..

❥ Peepaw is slightly more vocal with sounds and not necessarily words. Low hums, grunts, anything to let you know that he is there. Feel free to touch on him sweetly, rub on his chest or play with his grey scruff-- he likes it but acts like he only tolerates it.

❥ Thomas Hewitt has some damn good hearing despite Hoyt constantly yelling at him. Of course if he's in the basement working he can't hear but when in reasonable range he will hear you make the slightest noises and is immediately checking on you.

❥ Thomas will eye you down first to figure out what exactly is going on and he pays attention on how your body reacts. If you start getting too close to the potential of hurting yourself from all the moving around he will stop it as sweetly as possible.

❥ Breaks his heart knowing you can't have a peaceful sleep.. living in his home isn't healthy, he knows this. So he feels guilty and tries comforting you when you're awake.

❥ Tommy will more than likely drop whatever he is doing (since he works late) and cleans up before getting in bed with you. You'll be held so snug like you're in a cocoon. And if you ever wanna talk about the nightmares, he's going to listen and offer any kind of help possible. Tell him what will make it easier and he's on it asap.

❥ Erik has insomnia. He struggled with sleep his whole life and practically lives off third shift timing at this point. This means you sleep when he's still wide awake and composing more music.

❥ The lair echoes. He will hear any whimpers, cries, etc.. Erik is immediately alerted by it and wastes no time on checking in with you. If you're still asleep, he watches for a few minutes and tries covering you back up in hopes it'll help. But if you wake up and can't fall back asleep.. yeah, you guessed it, this man is going to sing the most beautiful song that he wrote, specifically for you.

❥ Erik is insecure. He will mentally question if he did anything, if you're truly happy with him and how you live most your days under the opera house. Reassure him that's not it and he will eventually let that mindset go and then focuses on whatever meets your needs and expectations in order to feel better.

❥ Singing you to sleep + cuddling? Always. It's something so intimate and kind, purely from the heart and soul. Erik is soft spoken and will caress you anywhere you allow him to.. all night. He won't sleep at all due to his own habits but also because he genuinely wants to watch over his angel.