Twisted Wonderland Self-aware Au

Eyeless Jack general Hcs

cw; sfw, Mentions of blood, GN!Reader

Extra: Ej is clearly my fav creep but I do have other posts relating other creepypastas in the works also my requests r open(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

REGULAR HEADCANONS✧⁠*⁠。

-Jack really hates when people call him EJ or any form of eyeless Jack, reminds him how he isn't really human anymore.

-Big fan of Jack having a tail(also retractable claws!)

- Big guys about 7 foot.

-He used to cut his hair Every time it got past shoulder length because it would get dirty when he ate(now he couldn't care less how long his hair got)

-He's super clean for a demon and hates the smell of blood so eating isn't something he quite enjoys and he puts off eating as much as possible

- Although Jack doesn't have eyes anymore he can still see it's just super blurry, he often relies on his strong sense of smell and hearing to locate things [he hates being near Jeff simply bc he smells like rot and dried blood]

-Hes absolutely hungry all the time because hes a demon, kidneys alone wont satisfy him all the time so he eats whole animals sometimes and not like tiny things like bunnies he eats like whole ass deer every last part of them too he uses antlers like tooth picks

READER HEADCANONS⋋⁠✿

- Loves when you smell like him even if only he notices it.

- It took him really long to get comfortable enough to take off his mask around but he secretly loves when you praise him despite his rough features.

- Is a bit naturally possessive when it comes to his things and you are no exception.

-likes to be the little spoon sometimes even if you are so much smaller than him.

-Once stained something of yours with blood and felt absolutely terrible about it for about two weeks.

- He compliments you a lot, like any chance he gets, he just loves you so much.

- One of his love languages is helping patch you up. (Though he doesn't like seeing you hurt he secretly loves being able to help you)

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"A Distant Memory I Used to Know"

Chapter - 2 EyelessJack x GNreader

Previous - chapter index

CW- none

Summary: After you drop your brother off at school you run into that same masked man from a few days ago.

Word count: 2429

“We've been looking more into the recent rise in the numbers of murders taking place in our ci-"

With a click the TV powered off. You needed to not listen to the news, for your own sake you told yourself. Placing the remote back on the counter you let out a sigh.

You don't need anything else to feed your paranoia. You haven't been able to sleep much after the convenience store incident. You felt like you were going insane. It was just some random guy, so why was it driving you crazy?

You hated that one small thing that messed with your head so much.

It's just one guy. One weird masked guy. You felt as if you saw that mask before. Like you know it from somewhere.

Who are you kidding? You needed to call your therapist and see if any spots opened up sooner than your initial date.

"What do you think would happen if a fox were to drink an entire can of soda?" A chirpy voice said from behind you.

Hunter rested his head in his hands. You chuckled and ruffled through his scruffy black hair still slightly damp from his shower. He swatted you away while laughing.

“Foxes don't have opposable thumbs. How would they drink from a can? " You playfully questioned swiftly turning around and flipping the pancake to cook it on the other side.

“Well I never said it had to come from a can just it was the amount that was in a can! Plus it could have knocked it over” The boy playfully bantered back.

You let out a fake hurt gasp before putting your hand on your hip giving him a glare. “Getting sassy with me now Mr, Bold maybe I shouldn't add chocolate chips to your pancakes”

“Nooo” Hunter said, flopping his upper body on the counter, head down.

“That's what I thought” You chuckled gently hitting him on the head with your spatula.

Hunter was one of the only good things in your life that came from your past. You were adopted into a middle class white family when you were 4. Your parents weren't really in your life much however. Growing up you were convinced they only had adopted you for tax benefits.

They weren't physically abusive however they played a massive part in your poor mental health growing up. They didn't go to things like school graduations or after school club things. They never got you anything for Christmas only every other birthday you'd get a happy birthday card as a rushed gift.

They never knew how to take care of things like your hair which you learned all by yourself through lots of trial and era and almost killing it tons of times.

Things like this led to your already poor social skills dropping so low they were basically non-existent. You hated talking to most people and your friends never lasted long.

Except for one boy. You don't remember much about him because a lot of your life is a blur but he was nice and stuck with you throughout highschool as you recall.

Hunter was their golden child. Their first blood child. He was spoiled for the first two years of his life until your mom passed due to unfortunate circumstances.

Your mom was always the more responsible one. She worked a ton and did a lot of the financial work. She tried more with you yet wasn’t super active in your life.

Unlike your father who was always a complete snob. He was a college dropout who stayed home. Sometimes you'd even wonder how any one can put up with that man

Your dad got a new girlfriend pretty fast after your mother's death. Things got worse and your father payed no attention to Hunter after that.

You adored your brother however, he was a good kid with a kind heart. So you were more than happy to basically be the one to raise him for a little bit until you went off to college.

You and Hunter had a 15 year age gap but you two were still extremely close. Your brother got you and helped you stay grounded.

With you having your own place and all you could take care of Hunter more often. Unfortunately for legal reasons you couldn't keep the kid all the time and you've sometimes debated on trying to get full custody over him but you knew it probably wouldn't end well.

Despite only being 12 Hunter was extremely smart. He for the most part understood your weird traumatized brain and was a big help when it came to calming you down other than the pills. He really was your only family.

"Who do you think would win million Pikachus or Godzilla?" The raven hair asked, reaching for the syrup bottle that was on the farther end of the counter. You put the plate of hot pancakes on the surface before pushing the maple syrup closer to the boy.

"How about we stop talking and eat ,hurry before you're late for school" You chuckled to yourself. Hunter pouted but started to dig in anyway.

You went to clean up your batter mess you made in the kitchen. You'd need to change before you left the apartment because your shirt was now covered in dried up pancake mix. You usually didn't make big breakfasts like these but you'd do anything for your brother.

You went off to get changed while Hunter finished up breakfast. It was getting significantly colder so you made sure to put it on your mental list to get Hunter a new winter jacket.He was tall for his age.He had a huge growth spurt a few months ago yet his voice was still as squeaky as can be. His new height difference meant he needed new clothes and you wanted to make sure he stays warm during the upcoming winter.

You two left your apartment after two checks to make sure he had everything. Hunter went on ahead before you, skipping down the steps that led to your apartment which was on the second floor.

You locked up your door, again making sure to lock both the bottom and the top. A familiar meow from a few days rang through your ears. You looked down to see the kitten from before under your legs. It meow and rubbed your leg. Your heart basically melted.

"Hey buddy nice to see you again...I hope you're keeping warm- I can't stay long though" You said to the cat who obviously didn't understand what you were saying just appreciated the chin scratches it received from you.

You realized you should head off before Hunter got inpatient and threatened to eat your entire kitchen again. You gave the chestnut colored cat one last pat before hurrying to catch up with your younger brother.

Hunter's school is luckily in a good distance for you to walk from and back to. This helps save gas whenever he was over on days he had school. You smiled as the younger boy walked on the sidewalk occasionally kicking a fallen leaf.

When you two got to middle school you made sure to do your little "don't get into any trouble" speech before shooing the boy. He gave you a hug before sprinting off when he saw one of his friends. You smiled to yourself as you went to walk in the direction you had came from.

You hummed a random tune as you slowly strolled along the concrete. You weren't in a rush to go anywhere so you could take in the calm scenery. It wasn't an extremely pretty sight as you were just walking through your neighborhood but it was an early morning in the beginning of fall. You were allowed to appreciate the small things.

Your body tensed up but you never stopped walking. There it was again. You couldn't catch a break could you? The feeling of eyes on you was back. It made your skin itch. It made you want to sprint home and get under your covers where you felt safe.

You're just being paranoid again [ name] just like you always are there is no one watc-

Your brain circuited as you felt something hard bump into you. Well more so you bumped into it. A person. Once you collected yourself from your mini shock. God you were all over the place, You fully realized you bumped into a person. A person. A human being.

"Holy shit I am so sorry I wasn't paying attention I-" You blurted out an jumbled up apology. Embarrassed, you cleared your throat. Just like the first time your heart skipped a beat. It felt...sickly. A discomforting feeling of familiarity washed over you.

You were met with silence from the same hooded man from the other day. The same masked weirdo that was like a plague to your mind. That mask. Against you felt as if you've seen it before. The thought made your stomach twist. You soon realized how tall the brunette was exactly. You had to basically step back to look at him properly. He was so tall it almost felt... unnatural.

You got a better look at the man from last time. He was lanky and scruffy looking. You couldn't make out any facial features as he wore a mask. A blue mask covered in some unknown goop. It looked more dried out than the last time you saw it. Maybe it was paint. He wore the basic black hoodie like before and tattered jeans. His shoes were beat up and definitely have seen better days.

The way he looked at you made you cold. You swallowed and subconsciously made yourself look bigger. That damn mask. It would make any normal person uncomfortable but man it felt as if the empty sockets of the eyes were just staring into you.

You were snapped out of your trance when you heard him clear his throat. "No its fine I wasn't paying attention as much as you were..." That british accent called out.

The second time you heard him speak. His voice didn't match his creepy appearance. While it was extremely monotone it was strangely calming. You wanted to say something so bad.

You didn't know why just something made you want to. Maybe you thought talking to him would make him leave your brain completely and you'd give your mind some closer that we was just some weirdo walking around. Just as he started to continue his way down the street.

"Hey um uh-"

You didn't know what to say. He stopped. That's good. You hoped anyway. He turned on his heel and faced you again. He tilted his head in an almost animalistic way. As if he was showing you he was listening, waiting for you to continue. While he stared at you, that weird feeling of being watched came back. You swallowed a lump of air.

"Do you live around here?... I haven't seen you around here is what I meant-" You stopped yourself from talking you sounded like a mess. You felt embarrassed. You honestly didn't know what to say. You started rethinking why you even stopped him. You really had no reason other than you couldn't get this stranger out of your head. You felt absolutely insane.

He's literally just some weirdo that you so happened to run into twice. A weirdo that you for some unknown reason feel like you know. A stranger. A stranger in a mask. Calm yourself.

"Do you…remember me too?”

Your thoughts halted when he spoke up again. You didn't get to catch what he said because you were so wrapped up in your own head. You felt bad and gave him a weak smile.

" I'm sorry, what was that?"

…

" It was nothing I just had said you're that same person from the other day is all. It's funny running into you again especially because I don't necessarily live around here" He supposedly repeated with a shrug. You let out a sigh of relief and chuckled a little to yourself. You really are getting yourself worked up over nothing.

He is just some weirdo.

"sorry for um you know stopping you out of nowhere i just don't know i couldn't get you out of my head- wait no that sound creepy it's just you have a strange.... appearance? I'm just making this worse for myself aren't I" You awkwardly laughed. To your surprise the masked man let out a laugh. This calmed your nerves a little bit.

"I get it not everyday you see someone who looks like...well me I guess. Just walking around in broad daylight like some kind of freak " He replied in his monotone voice. You two just stared at each in silence for a bit. He cleared his throat before nodding his head.

"I should go...stay safe out here with all these murders and all"

"y-yeah um you too"

The brunette walked away with a quick wave goodbye. Maybe he was some psychopath your brain tricked you into thinking you knew after all.

You ran your tongue across your bottom row of teeth before taking a deep breath. You needed a nap, or an entire tub of ice cream. Both. Both would be needed.

You turned on your heels before making your way home. You listened to your footsteps as you walked up your apartment stairs.

You were stopped yet again but a now familiar fur ball. The tiny cat watched you as you unlocked the door to your home. You thought it was going to run off again but instead it let it into the building. You blinked as it turned to you and let out a meow.

"This is not your house, all though I might have to just name you if you keep showing up like this" You basically scolded the kitten.

It meowed at you again as if it was talking back to you. You put your hands on your hip and stared down at the creature. "You're adorable but you need out" You said as if it understood you, you pointed to the open door.

It just meowed again and walked farther into your home. You let out a sigh. You were to mentally and physically exhausted to chase a kitten out of your home. You shut your front door and promised yourself you'd deal with the kitten who was now rubbing itself all over your couch later.

—

"What happened to you?"

....

"stay back"

"please..."

haiii I love your writing and esp your self aware au!

Do you think you can do one for your au with Riddle and mc where mc basically fusses over him (trying to do all the chores before and after work so he doesn’t have to even though he has nothing better to do, double checking for his needs/wants a lot) all the time like they’re trying desperately to keep a house plant alive even though he’s more than fine?? (If that makes ANY sense 😭)

thanks a bunch, take your time!🖤

Xo, Manny

"Take a break"

Self-aware!Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

Cw- Reader honestly just overworking their self, fluff, oneshot

Word count: 1446

A/N: HII imma be so honest I hope I did this req right if not I beg your biggest pardon 🙂‍↔️(fancy voice), also while this is technically a yandere au this one is just Riddle getting reader prioritize their needs so, either way enjoy!

Riddle Rosehearts was always your favorite twisted wonderland character. Even so you never expected or could have prepared for him to not only gain Self-awareness but also become a real person.

Since he's started living with you, you felt the need to monitor him almost like a toddler. You're always cooking and cleaning for him , despite his constant protests. Yeah he can do everything himself he's fully capable but a part of you is so afraid that he'll break or something if you don't.

You would wake up early in the morning just to make sure everything was tidy and Riddle would have breakfast when he eventually woke from his slumber. You would always clean up after him even if he told you he was going to once he was finished.

You made sure he'd get sleep or drink enough water. Which would be fine if you yourself did the same. You're always so worried about if he's getting enough of something or if there was anything he wanted, yet when it came to you, you'd completely brush them off.

You stumbled through the door late at night. Riddle watched observantly from the couch, closing the book he was reading. His gray eyes followed you as you went to set the bags you held in your hands on the island surface.

“You're home rather late [Name] “ He spoke as he stood up, slowly making his way over to you. You just yawned and stretched out your stiff body. You could just feel his gaze on you.

“Yeah sorry they had me working late— yawn , you need anything? I could make you some dinner if you hadn't already or I could run you a bath” you responded trying to stay upbeat despite your clearly tired appearance.

Riddle shook his head. “No not at all you should sleep “ he spoke sternly, crossing his arms. You let out a tired giggle.

“Yeah yeah I will, after I finish cleaning up the kitchen — speaking of did you eat and drink today?”

The red head let out a sigh. You'd constantly worry about him, he was completely capable of taking care of himself, he wasn't a small child anymore and despite not being completely familiar with this world he wasn't stupid either.

“Yes, I did but from the looks of this you clearly haven't, ” You snickered a bit before shaking your head.

“Oh you worry too much, I've just had a busy night I'm fine” You replied, walking over to the other side of the island just to be stopped. You lazily tilted your head as Riddle held your wrist firmly.

“I already cleaned the kitchen while you were away” The house warden said, before gently guiding you away with a hand on your back.

“Great, I'll make us something to eat” you said, letting out a yawn. Riddle sighed before leaning you over to the couch.

“You shall do no such thing, now sit” He commanded, his voice stern. You blinked , but continued to sit anyway, not wanting to see what would happen if you didn't. The idea of him using his signature crosses your sleep deprived mind and it makes you shiver despite him ever using it on you since he got here.

“Riddle I'm fine I promise I just need to—”

“To what Collapse of exhaustion?” Riddle cut you off, his voice was pointed and full of authority. Much more serious than before “You're overworking yourself again, I'm more than capable of taking care of everything so just relax” he continued, expression softening at your tired state.

You groaned and laid back against the couch cushions. You felt a little guilty. He was the one teleported into a different world. You should be the one taking care of him and all his needs, not the other way around.

Riddle moved around the kitchen with ease. You watched as the red head got on his tippy toes to grab one of your mugs from the cabinets. You wanted to tell him you could do it for him but you just knew he'd protest. You slumped into the couch more.

He was quick to take the kettle off the stove once it started to hiss softly. He carefully poured the hot water into the cup. Riddle was observant and made sure to add just the right amount of sweetness. It had to be perfect. Once satisfied he set the tea down to go find the cookies he had made earlier.

He had a lot of time to spend when you were gone after all. He made his way way over to you, gray eyes watched as you perked up at the sight of the sweets.

“You didn't have to rea—”

“Don't start “ The house warden cut you off. He handed you the cup, carefully so you wouldn't burn your hands. He placed the cookies on the coffee table before sighing.

“You seriously work yourself to exhaustion and still proceeded to worry about me, it's foolish if you ask me” Riddle said, placing his hands on his hips. You looked down at the warm liquid in your mug thinking for the right words.

“It's just, I'm supposed to take care of you , I owe you that at least you know… “ you mumbled before taking a sip of the tea.

“You owe me nothing, I am not a child who needs to be protected, I am not fragile and neither are you however “ He pauses for a moment looking down at you. “You can become fragile if you do not upkeep yourself “

You opened your mouth to respond;to protest, but Riddle held up a hand to stop you.

“I am not ungrateful,” he spoke out, his voice softening yet still stern.“I appreciate everything you’ve done since I arrived here.You’ve given me a home, patience, and care that I could never have expected. But…” He hesitated, his gray eyes searching your face for a moment before he continued. “...You can’t give all of that to me at the expense of yourself.”

You blinked at him, a little stunned by the depth of his words. “Listen I’m not—”

“You are,” Riddle interrupted firmly, leaning slightly closer. “You work late, come home, and immediately worry about whether I’ve eaten or rested, yet you neglect your own needs. Do you think I don’t notice? I’ve seen you skipping meals, staying up far too late cleaning, and leaving your own tasks undone to take care of mine.”

You frowned, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. If you could you'd sink into the couch cushions even more. “I know that, Riddle. I just… It feels like if I don’t do these things, I’m failing you somehow.”

His eyes widened for a second before shaking his head. “No, no how could you be failing me? If anything you're failing yourself”

You hesitated, your tongue poking at your cheek as you toyed with the mug in your hands. "I'm not failing myself," you tried weakly, though the exhaustion in your voice betrayed you. Riddle let out a long sigh, running a hand through his vibrant red hair.

“You are," he countered, his voice lowering. "And if you won't take the necessary steps to care for yourself, then I will ensure it happens."

Your breath caught in your throat "You don't have to do that, Riddle," you said, "You're supposed to be my guest, not my caretaker."

Riddle's lips twitched, his frown somehow deepened more for a split second. A look of…disappointment? "A guest? Is that how you still see me?"

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the question. "I mean… I guess. I don’t know how else to describe this situation. All I know is I don't want you to go back to being under that pressure like you did back at home”

His mind went blank for a second. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “[Name]” he started softly. You watched him as he looked away with red cheeks. After a moment he continued.

“Like I've stated before you've helped me in ways I couldn't imagine you don't need to push yourself just for my sake I can help I am a house warden after all, I care for you…a lot so do not tangle yourself in with my needs if you are not to take care of your own…please”

You wanted to protest but the words laid flat on your tongue. You could just nod in defeat as you rested your mug on the coffee table. Riddle smiled slightly before clearing his throat and putting back a stern face—blush still clear on his face.

“Good now I shall go run you a bath, then you shall get some much needed rest” The house warden said taking your now empty cup and plate into the kitchen.

When was the last time you felt cared for like this? All you knew was that it made your heart swell. Riddle Rosehearts was always your favorite..

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"FIREWORKS"

Pairing: Jamil x Kalim

Cw- none- it's pretty short from what I usually post but I'm so proud of how the writing came out for this

Word count: 662

A/n: I'm working on two x reader requests atm but I have such a whitefang brainrot so I just had to write Abt them. (do Kalim and Jami have an actual ship name btw bc I haven't seen any so I've just been recurring to them as whitefangщ⁠(⁠゜⁠ロ⁠゜⁠щ⁠))

The sound of fireworks drowned out everything around them, bursts of color painting the dark night sky.The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the distant laughter of students celebrating, but for Kalim, all of that faded into the background. His gaze, unwavering, was fixed on Jamil.

For once, Jamil looked peaceful. The tension that usually sat on his shoulders seemed to have magically…vanished, if only for a moment. He wasn't wearing his usual guarded tired expression. He wasn't wearing that mask he put on for others. He was at peace

Kalim had always been, without a shadow of a doubt naive , but he wasn’t a fool. He knew the truth. He knew how Jamil truly deep down, even if it hurt to acknowledge it. It ached his heart so.

No matter how many years they had spent together, no matter how many times Kalim had called him his best friend, Jamil would always see the gap between them. That painful, undeniable gap between the two. Jamil was here to serve not to be his friend.

Yet Kalim treasured moments like this. Moments where the walls between them didn’t seem so high. Where, just for a little while, they could stand side by side as equals. He could pretend they were the same.

A cool and gentle breeze blew, the wind brushing against Kalim’s face causing him to close his ruby eyes, scrunching up his nose. When he opened them again, Jamil was already looking at him.

It wasn’t his usual exhausted stare. There was something softer. Something almost… sincere.

Jamil let out an intake of air he had been holding without even realizing. This was refreshing. After everything that had happened over the past year—the general chaos, the overblots, the endless stress, the burdens he carried.

This moment felt weightless. No responsibilities. No expectations he had to uphold. For once, Jamil wasn’t just Kalim’s shadow, his second in command. He wasn’t just a servant of the Asim family.

He was just… Jamil.

“Happy New Year, Kalim,” he murmured, his voice quiet yet steady, just loud enough to be heard over the distant crackling of fireworks. Jamil couldn't ignore the way Kalim's face lit up instantly, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle.

“Happy New Year, Jamil! Here’s to another year with my amazing vice housewarden!” he chirped, placing his hands behind his head.

Jamil let out a quiet exhale, forcing himself to turn back toward the sky before Kalim could see the way his ears were burning.

He could still feel Kalim’s gaze on him, so warm, so unrelenting. His fingers twitched at his side, and on instinct he reached up to pull his hood over his face—only to remember he wasn’t wearing it. Instead, his fingertips brushed against something else. A flower.

He had almost forgotten it was there, tucked neatly into his dark hair. A small, white flower that

Kalim had placed there earlier in the night, despite Jamil's protests. Laughing as he insisted it suited him. Jamil had scoffed at the time, but for some reason, he hadn’t taken it out.

Kalim’s smile somehow grew even wider at the sight. A blanket of comforting silence fell over the two. They were taken back when they heard a voice call out to them

“Jamil, Kalim! Get over here already!”

Yuu stood a few feet away, holding a very drowsy Grim in their arms. The little monster let out a tired mumble, nuzzling into Yuu’s jacket, barely able to keep his eyes open after stuffing himself with whatever food he could get his paws on.

Jamil nodded and, without thinking, reached for Kalim’s hand. Their fingers laced together naturally, and Kalim, of course, didn’t hesitate to squeeze back.

They made their way toward their friends. It felt right. For once they were just two normal teenagers.

Perhaps, one day, that distance between them wouldn’t feel so impossible to cross.

Kalim wasn’t stupid.

But he could dream.

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Been super busy with finals week n all so fics are gonna take a bit but here are some doodles I did in the last week:3

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Hi, I just found your work and I literally love all of it!!! If it’s not too much of an issue (you can delete this if you want), can I please request self aware Malleus who reader badgers with questions about fae folklore upon him coming to their world?

Like, there’s so many interesting things about fae in mythology! Is giving a fae your name really bad? Does iron hurt him? Does he get offerings? Ahhhh, my head is spinning just thinking about it!

"COURTING?!?"

Self-aware!Malleus Draconia x GN!reader

Summary: while relaxing you ask Malleus about courting rituals among fae

Cw- fluff, gn!reader

Word count:1433

A/n: this is not proof read I fear🙂‍↕️; hopefully I did this ask right if not you have every right to call me a witch in front of the towns folk (also thank you so much for your sweet words o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o I try my best)

Mallues had always been interested in human behavior and culture, he just found them so fascinating. The complexities, the intricacies, the way humans could be so unpredictable. When he became aware of your existence he was no different wanting to know every little thing about you. To him you were like a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve.

What he didn't expect was the way you were as curious about him as much as he was with you. Since he started living with you, you'd always ask him about himself and fae. Was it true you couldn't break a promise? Was the never say thank you thing just a myth?

It was just so interesting to you. Did the fae from his world line up with the folklore from your world? You were just so curious. At first you were scared to approach him about it. Too scared it might be too personal and you might offend him. However he asks about humans all the time wouldn't it be fair if you did the same?

Malleus quietly watched you as you sprawled out across your mattress. Green eyes just taking in your features as your own skimmed across the novel you had taken a liking to as of recently.

Suddenly you rolled over on your back. The raven hair watched, confused on what you were up to, before you fully sat up and stared up at him. He searched your face for any signs of discomfort or you being upset.

“Is everything alright [Name]?” The prince asked. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips and you lifted up your book. Malleus tilted his head confused.

“I just have a question, “ you started, closing the book. You'd constantly ask the horned fae questions so it wasn't a surprise when you sprung one out of nowhere. He let out a hum.

“ What is it, child of man?” He responded, voice soft. You looked a little flushed before clearing your throat. You met his gaze, his eyes watching you waiting for your question.

“Well it's that I'm very curious, how do fae court each other? Is it like In my books or is it completely different? “ You asked, sitting on your knees now. Malleus's eyes widened a bit and a flood of pink blush spread across his cheeks.

“Where is this coming from…” the raven hair spoke, his green eyes darting away from your face. Seeing his flustered expression made you smile a bit. You shook your head.

“Just curious is all” You said looking up at Malleus with an innocence he couldn't place. Just…curious. He cleared his throat trying to find the right words.

Finally, he let out a soft sigh and folded his hands in his lap.

“Well,” he began, his voice a bit quieter than usual, “courting among the fae is... a deeply significant and intricate process. It’s not something you enter into lightly, like any relationship it’s to be treated in a…delict matter.” He glanced at you briefly, his green eyes meeting yours before looking away again.

“Fae’s live a long time, yes;however we typically choose a partner only once so courting is very something that we do with caution “ He added. You smiled and nodded your head for the horned fae to continue.

“Courting often begins with gestures—small but meaningful acts that convey one’s intentions. Gift giving as you humans call it, usually a flower from a private garden or a trinket with a significant value would be given” Malleus spoke, placing a finger on his chin.

“Each gift is a declaration ,like a message that carries unspoken words if you will. Usually they're enchanted with magic as well” He started again

Your eyes sparkled with fascination as you leaned forward slightly. You were utterly engrossed. You'd always been a fan of the mythical world; You were always so excited whenever Malleus would answer your questions.

“woah…” you murmured. “Do both parties exchange these gifts?” you asked tilted your head. The prince’s eyes landed on you and he smiled softly. He let out a quiet hum.

“Once recognized and accepted, yes it is very common for the person to give back in signs they want to move forward, “ Malleus replied. You nodded, mouth slightly agape.

You recall something about fae being known to be possessive with their things, did that apply to partners as well?

“So Mal, I heard fae can be very territorial. Does that also apply to their partners—like um do you guys get jealous easily and stuff?”

Malleus took a moment before responding.”Well yes I do believe fae get very territorial…while I do admit we can get jealous most of the time it's more so out of a place of protection and wanting our partner to be comfortable rather than out of pure envy—not to say we don't sometimes get jealous of course” He spoked. You hummed, sitting back on your knees.

“Courting someone is like taking a small piece of you and giving it to another. It's a big commitment so it's only natural to feel a sense of possessiveness when it comes to the person you devote yourself to“ The prince added on with a shrug. You placed a hand on your chin, hanging onto his words.

“That sounds… intense,” you admitted with a chuckle, fidgeting with the drawstrings of your pajama shorts. “But also kind of romantic in a way.”

Malleus tilted his head, watching you intently. “Do you find it romantic, child of man? The idea of being cherished so deeply I mean” he said, words soft and careful.

Your heart skipped a beat at the question. The way he asked it, his voice low and steady, made you feel as though the room had somehow gotten smaller.

You fumbled for a response, you could feel the way blood rushed to your cheeks. “I-I mean, I guess so? It’s nice to think someone would care that much. But, um, I don’t think humans handle that kind of intensity as well as fae do,”

Malleus watched you with an intensity you couldn't quite place, His green eyes taking in your features and reactions.

“I suppose not,” he mused, “human emotion always amazes me, you know, such little time yet so much emotion it's truly fascinating in my opinon “ He mumbled. You hummed in response clearly lost in thought. It got silent for just a moment.

“Have you ever been jealous, Malleus?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Malleus blinked, surprised by your sudden boldness , a faint blush dusted his cheeks. He looked away, just like earlier when you had asked about courting.

“Jealousy… is not something I have experienced often. But,” he hesitated, his gaze returning to yours, “I cannot say I am immune to it…there have been times where my emotions get the better of me” the horned fae admitted.

You tilted your head, curiosity sparking in your eyes. A playful smile tugged at your lips “Oh Really? What kind of things would make someone like you jealous?” you asked, your tone teasing, yet curiosity laced your words as well.

Malleus gave a soft chuckle and playfully rolled his eyes, though his blush deepened slightly. “I suppose… moments when a certain someone I hold dea gives their attention to another,” he admitted his words more serious now. “It is not a feeling I take pride in but I cannot deny that I don't like seeing them with… others if I myself are not involve;it's selfish yes but I cannot help but feel possessive at times“

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise, you just looked down and nodded. “Yeah I honestly get that… I think it’s natural to want someone’s attention, especially when you care about them. It doesn’t make you bad, it just means… well, you care.” you muttered.

You were taken aback by the sudden feeling of slender fingers on your face. You blushed as one of Malleus’s hands found their way on your cheek. You couldn't help but melt.

“Yeah…” is all he said, yet it felt as if there was more that threatened to leave his tongue. The room was silent once more. Neither of you moved, just watched each other. The rays of the setting sun falling onto you.

If he were to court you…would you accept it? Is what he wanted to say. If he were to go home would you take his hand? Instead he just stayed quiet green eyes observing you. There's still very little he knew about humans. Very little he knew about you.

He did know he wanted to be with you...

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"Nightmare"

Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader

Summary: In which Leona has a terrible nightmare regarding you but no worries you're there to comfort him

Cw- mentions of death in nightmare, angst, fluff, established relationship, One shot

Word count: 887

A.N: Wowza first non creepypasta work on this acc spare me (I'm still figuring this whole Tumblr thing out lol), also this is imported from my Google docs so the spacing might be a little weird

His heart pounded in his chest, like the crash of waves. The sound of blood rushing through his veins loud in his ears, drowning out all else. His body refused to move, as if something rooted him to the ground.

He stared at your lifeless body, his breath hitching in uneven gasps. Helplessness consumed him. He wanted to scream until he couldn't anymore , but the cry caught in his throat. He was frozen ,completely immobilized like a statue.

He had failed you. The thought tore through him sharp. Why hadn’t he been faster? Stronger? Smarter? His mind replayed every moment, every decision, desperately searching for the one that would have ended differently.

If only he’d been better, you’d still be here. You’d still be breathing, your chest rising and falling with life, those eyes he loved so dearly looking back at him.

His hands trembled as he reached for you, cradling your cold, unresponsive body. He hadn’t even realized he’d moved. Tears blurred his vision,throat tightened. It didn’t matter anymore not the pain in his knees, not the ache in his arms from holding you so tightly. Nothing mattered.

Why hadn’t it been him instead? He’d trade everything, it didn't matter what as long as he could hear your laugh one more time, to feel your warmth, to see you smile.

Leona jolted awake with a sharp gasp, his blankets tangled. Green eyes wide and darting around the room. His heart was racing. A hand dragged over his face, trying to ground himself as reality slowly bled back in.

It was a dream. Only a dream.

Just a dream Leona…

Yet the vividness of it lingered. He turned his gaze to the empty space beside him on the bed, and his breath hitched again.

“[Name]?” His voice, rough and strained, cracked as he called out. His ears twitched, and relief washed over him as he heard the soft sound of approaching footsteps.

Your footsteps

The door creaked open, and there you were, bathed in the faint morning light spilling through the window. "You're finally awake, morning sleepyhead," you said with a smile. Your voice was warm and laced with affection as you walked over to him.

Sevens did he love your voice.

Leona exhaled shakily, the weight on his chest easing slightly. But his body remained tense, his hands gripping the sheets.

You noticed how off he was immediately. “Leona?” Concern filled your voice as you sat down on the edge of the bed, your hands resting gently on his shoulders grounding him.

Before you could even say anything else, Leona moved. His arms shot out, wrapping around you and pulling you down onto the mattress with a forceful yet desperate urgency. You let out a yelp in surprise.

His grip was firm, almost crushing, as though he feared you’d disappear if he let go. You could feel the faint tremble in his frame, it made your heart ache.

“Leona?” you repeated softly, tilting your head to look at him. He didn’t answer, only burying his face in the crook of your neck. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his ear was the only thing he could focus on.

You were alive.

"What's going on?" you asked gently, your fingers threading through his hair and brushing behind his ears in a soothing gesture. "This isn't like you."

“Bad dream,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. But the unease in his tone betrayed him. You frowned, concern deepening as you pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm here now," you whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

You lay back against the pillow, letting him cling to you. Slowly, you matched your breathing to his, your chest rising and falling in a rhythm until his ragged breaths began to even out. Your hand moved in slow, comforting strokes along his back, and eventually, he calmed

You felt a vibration against your chest, followed by a deep, purring. It brought a small smile to your face. "You know," you teased lightly, "purring like that? Not very nonchalant housewarden of you."

"Shuddup," he muttered, his voice muffled as he pressed himself closer to you. You giggled softly, the sound making his heart leap. This time, the pounding in his chest wasn’t fear, it was just love.

He nuzzled his face deeper into the crook of your neck, inhaling the comforting scent of you. The memory of the nightmare still lingered, but it was dulled now, by your presence. You were here, alive and breathing, and that was enough for him.

After a moment, he pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. His green eyes, usually half-lidded, were wide and searching, drinking in every detail of your face. He couldn't get enough.

Everything you. He loved each of your features,

everything. Because it was yours.

“I love you,” he said, the words escaping him before he could even registr what he was saying.

You smiled, the kind of smile that he'd do anything for just to see.

“I love you too.”

Leona pulled you closer, his arms tightening around you as his tail snaked in between your legs. For now, that was all he needed, just you, safe in his arms, your warmth calming him.

He was at peace. Calm and tangled in one another.

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"A Distant Memory I Used to Know"

Chapter - 3 EyelessJack x GNreader

Previous - chapter index

CW- mentions of blood

Summary: Despite wanting to, the masked man can't forget about his past no matter how much he tries

Word count: 2682

Jack was always the one who wanted attention. Wanting to be known. At least growing up. He craved for people to notice him. Quite the opposite of how he is now. Loud and always monopolizing attention.

Almost as if he always needed to be the center of attention. Your typical snarky elementary school boy you see in a show. The kind who would make fun of the main character for praise. He was every teacher's "problem child", no doubt causing headaches whenever he'd cause a scene.

So it was a surprise when they put you at his table when you switched schools after being adopted. You due to the lack of social experience were quiet and easily intimidated by anyone who was remotely similar to Jack. You were always cautious around the brunette.

An even bigger surprise was how you two hit it off three months after school had started. It took a bit of warming up but soon you two became two peas in a pod. Wherever one went the other followed close.

Teachers could see the way Jack helped you come out of your shell. You went from only talking when doing group assignments and answering questions to talking about whatever in class to the point teachers had to shut you up.

You were the brains, he was the bronze. The wild child and the know it all. You two were inseparable, basically attached by the hip. You would rant about whatever you were fixated on for the month to the boy while he would scribble whatever he could think of on your palm with a sharpie or occasionally pen.

" [ name ] sweetie, maybe you should try hanging with the other kids?" Your old music teacher spoke softly. She had a good heart. She liked knowing you had at least one friend. She still would occasionally try and get you to be more open and make more friends but it would always be the same response.

"But I like just hanging with Jack" You said, slightly muffled as you drank from your juicebox. The curly haired teacher sighed, accepting the fact this is as far as she's gonna get with you. Watching as you kicked your feet in your seat before waving over to the brunette.

"I know"

When middle school had started not even that could come in between your bond. People expected the changes that came with puberty and such would change your relationship.

If anything it made you two closer especially with Jack's family issues around that time. He knew you were always there for him and he appreciated more than you even knew. You tso were stuck together like glue making sure you'd get all your classes together including your electives.

Same followed suit throughout highschool with a few changes like Jack becoming more self reserved.He still made a lot of friends but he didn't go out of his way to impress them. He mostly hung with you and studied.

He really was smart; he just often didn't apply himself until his sophomore year. You would joke about not knowing he had it in him to be smart. It was a bit of a surprise to you when he brought up his interest in biology and the human body. You made sure to show him your support none the less

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You kicked a pebble back and forth keeping it within your reach as you walked along the pavement. The bright sun bothered your eyes. You listened as the sound of movement next to you suddenly came to a stop. You halted your steps.

You turned back to see the tall scruffy brunette standing still. He seemed to be lost in thought. His hair brushed against his freckled face as the wind blew slightly.

"What's up?" You asked seemingly startling the boy like he had completely zoned out and your voice brought him back to reality.

"It's nothing..." He eventually responded, hand fiddling with the drawstring of his hoodie.

Your brows knitted as you poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue. You weren't just going to take that for an answer. You've never seen him so out of it. He was extremely focused. He seemed almost... troubled.

"Jack.."

" [Name] "

You folded your arms and cocked a brow. You stared at him waiting for him to just cave. Speak his mind. Instead he just stared down at you with those dark brown eyes just watching.

You could see the way he tried to make himself seem more like himself, giving you that stupid look he'd make after telling a shitty joke. You knew him long enough to know when something was wrong however.

"What's wrong, what's got your head up in the clouds?"

"That was corny" The brunette let out a chuckle showing off his dimples.You shot him a glare before unfolding your arms and letting one rest on your hip while the other rested idle next to you.

"ha ha you're sooo funny, Seriously though I'm concerned you've been so distant lately and I'm starting to get worried you brush it off everytime I bring it up" You spoke. Jack didn't make eye contact with you as you spoke but you could tell he was listening.

There was silence for a bit. You were going to drop the subject so as to not push him. If he didn't wanna talk you wouldn't make him.

"It's just...what if we aren't together during college you Know... You end up leaving and forgetting me"

"Care to elaborate?" you said tilting your head slightly. He just looked down at his feet and he let out an awkward chuckle before clearing his throat.

"It's stupid I know but If I don't get into the college we agreed on going to, we probably won't be able to see each other for months at a time... My Dad is thinking about moving out of state and if I don't get in I'm have to go with him"

"Well that's not a problem I know you'll get in"

"I'm smart just not enough...not like you "

"Jack please have faith in yourself, you're smart, hell you do all that coding shit I can't even comprehend , plus even if you didn't I'd never forget you, you know to many things "

He snorted at your response, smiling again this time genuinely. You smiled back at him reassuringly.

"I guess you're right, I was just.... worried, " Jack said, almost breathless, ruffling your hair.

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A squeal rang through his ears He could barely put down his book before he felt himself being squeezed in a hug. Man you had a grip. Jack smiled and hugged you back before pulling away. You gave him a big toothy grin before twirling around with the acceptance letter.

"You seem more happy about this than me" The brunette said, putting his hands on his hips. Watching the way you basically bounced around with excitement.

"Maybe, but I told you you could do it! We can be together, like always , you're never getting rid of me."

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At least that part was true.

He couldn't get rid of you no matter how much he tried to forget. He still thought of you. Years passed. He'd wonder if you thought about him too.

If you remembered the late nights at his place where your study sessions turned into playing video games and eating nothing but junk until your stomach felt sick.

The days where you'd bring over food for him randomly because god knows he can't cook and neither did his stepdad. The times were you'd braid his hair when it got to shoulder length before he cut it again.

Almost a decade since your last encounter. Since the incident. Since your blood stained his hands and his lips the taste metallic and muddy. He could still remember how his teeth sunk into your flesh.

The way your eyes sided in shock. Your tears filled your eyes. The way you begged to be spared, you didn't even know it was him. You'd kick and scream. It was ingrained into his mind.

9 years since he saw you, heard your voice. He hated how he'd long for the past. He wouldn't blame you for not wanting to remember. To never see or hear from him again.

Sometimes he wished the demon transformation took his emotions with his human self. They were too much to keep up with. He was a demon. A monster. Something he accepted a long time ago.

He was nothing more than a monster fueled by blood lust. Everytime He felt an emotion. He felt pathetic and helpless. Made him sick.

Until a month ago. He thought finally he was starting to forget. To finally start anew without the constant feeling of loss but here you were weaseling your way into his life again without even realizing it

. The demon simply thought he finally started going crazy when he saw you at that counter.Yet it was you definitely you.

You just so happened to live in the small town he and his "coworkers" had bunkered down in to let things die down a bit. They targeted mostly large areas and that eventually caused a pattern. In addition it was to help slow down killings. You can't kill a bunch if the population isn't that big.

It was so surprising running into you at a convenience store. Same everything, nothing changed. Same eyes that would give him dirty glares across the room in class. Same hair he had learned to style years back. Every last detail was the same. Including the same scar he had caused all those years ago on your arm.

It made him feel something he hadn't in years. Something he couldn't explain.

The brunette didn't miss the way your eyes seemed to be curious about him. Staring at him cautiously yet so intrigued.

Then it hit him. You don't remember him. You two are merely nothing but strangers now. You don't share the same past anymore, only he carried the memories with him. That thought made him feel...sick.

On one hand it was good for him and honestly for you too. Yet a part of him hated the fact you didn't remember. He felt trapped in a time that he could only remember.

He studied you as you finished ringing up the bandages he had grabbed real quick. A dog had bit him while he was trying to eat. He somehow didn't smell the scent of any kind of animal in the house before he broke in. The wound was bad, well for any human.

The demon was fine and the wound will heal quite quickly. He just needed something to cover it with and he didn't feel like going all the way back home just yet.

Being forced to play Mario party with BEN and Toby was less than ideal. They can get competitive and he did not have the energy for that.

You two said your goodbyes after he was done and he made sure to leave as soon as possible. He felt suffocated like he was in a small space with only just you. It was weird. Maybe you two weren't supposed to meet again and seeing you once would finally give him some peace of mind and he wouldn't have to worry about you anymore.

He was oh so wrong. He thought about you even more to the point it became distracting. He hated it. His head was full of questions he'd ask, what else he could have said to keep up a longer conversation.

He heavily disliked human feelings. It was annoying and he found it stupid how much he cared for someone who doesn't even know his name anymore while he can still list off your favorite shows from when you were little.

He ran into you again while he was looking for weak points with easier targets. He'd been eating more than usual, he noticed. He had a weird hunger that he couldn't just ignore, yeah he could go long without eating and quite frankly he didn't like the mess he'd make after plus he'd always have a lingering scent of blood after.

It was a weird and unsettling feeling of him simply needing to sink his teeth into something. He needed to get it under control.

You seemed to be coming back from somewhere. He spotted you before you even knew he was there. You were quite unaware of your surroundings. He could have prevented you bumping into him but how else would he have an excuse to talk to you.

He fought back a smile as you blurted out an awkward apology like you would whenever you were late for a class or weirdly apologizing to an inanimate object that you bumped into. At the end of the day it was still you. The same you.

That's the problem.

It was still you. He's changed dramatically and you were still,you. The same person he had been longing for, for years. Now you're here yet he feels even more lost. You don't know him like he knows you. You two have history only he can recall. Only he knows. You probably don't even remember what he used to look like when he was human.

Now he's unrecognizable. Gray almost blue skin. Animalistic features. And most notably eyeless.

"Do you... remember me?

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

He was making a fool of himself. He felt sick to his stomach. He really didn't like this. You were making him crazy, driving him fucking mad and you have no idea that you were. Not a single clue whatsoever

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"Where were you?"

"Out"

The raven hair titled his head and scoffed.

"No shit Sherlock, that's not answering my question" Jeff spat leaning on the chipped counter.

"I went out for food" The brunette shrugged while digging through the fridge, setting on a jar full of raw animal parts. It would have to do for now.

"Not buying it you're not covered in blood like usual, plus you're digging through the fridge right now couldn't have been that successful of a hunt" The lanky male said.

Jack's eyebrows knitted and he took a deep breath. Sometimes Jeff was insufferable and it made him want to punch him in the face. He tolerated the guy though.

"I'm not going to be questioned by a guy who smells like he's going through puberty everyday all day okay " The demon responded before standing back up properly. The shorter male just let out a dramatic sigh rolling his eyes.

“Well Toby wanted you to help him with a stitch he pop”

“Again?”

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"[Name] can we pretty please get one more bag" Hunter begged, holding a huge bag of candy. You ruffled his hair and shook your head.

"Didn't I just buy you a bag the other week? You couldn't have gone through it all already"

"I didn't just left it at Dad's place and I'm with you for an extra week remember"

"Hmm that's not my problem"

"Pleaseeee" The young boy begged. You chuckled and nodded your head defeated. You couldn't say no to him. You watched as your younger brother put the bag into your cart of groceries. You checked your list and realized you needed a case of water.

When you found your way to the drink aisle you spotted a familiar figure. How many times were you going to run into this creepy masked dude. You didn't even realize you made your way to him until you started speaking

"Oh it's you again"

Your words rang through his ears. He stared down at you. Oh you really were everywhere.

He was reckless. He knew going out in public especially how much he stood out was risky but usually he didn't care how noticeable he was.

No one who remembered him lived long enough anyway. Now he wishes he could just blend in and say he didn't know you and you were mistaken. He couldn't.

“Yeah…”

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"I'm so sorry please forgive me”

Can you please make headcanons Bloody Painter x Reader, when the s/o and Helen meet each other by chance, and then Helen kidnaps them when he realizes he likes them?

(It doesn't matter what gender the reader is)

"My Muse"

Bloody painter x Gn!reader

Cw- Kidnapping, stalking, yandere tendencies tbh, mentions of blood, GN!reader however they are described to be a bit feminine.

A/N: Another BP req whoopie, not really headcanons but I got carried away. I'm really iffy Abt my writing for this one but I hope you still like it (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

*Meeting you was a complete accident, Helen bumped into you at a craft store. You were very quick to apologize and he just nodded before continuing on with his day.

*He never thought too much of your first meeting. It was only until you ran into each other again. At a cozy coffee joint. You had quickly recognized him from the week before and struck up a conversation.

*Admittedly Helen really didn't wish to talk. He was here to scope out people for his work. As well as he never liked talking much. Yet he didn't walk away from you. The raven surprised himself when he stayed and just listened to you talk.

*When you realize you were rambling, now embarrassed you apologized and offered to buy him a drink. You mentioned that you often would visit the spot on weekends.

*That was your first mistake.

*After a while of meetings Helen considered you a friend. Nothing more than a friend.

*Sure he thought you were awfully pretty, and found you beyond adorable, he liked how sweet you smelled, and yeah he thought about how kissable your lips were when you were ranting a handfull of times. But all that is normal things.

*That's what he told himself at least. He knew it wasn't true. He soon craved your attention like a mad man.

* He'd follow you home a couple of times( snapping a few pictures to paint later)

* When you told him about the awful date you had over coffee was really the nail in the coffin.

* He needed you. Needed you to be his. He wanted to keep you locked away forever as his Muse.

*Needless to say when you woke up in a dark room with the smell of blood still lingering you were more than not happy.

*Helen couldn't understand why. You didn't want to be with him always? He was just keeping you safe!

*Why were you so upset, He was all you needed and you were all he needed. A perfect match brought together by fate no?

*You'll learn to love him. That's what he says at least

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