A/N: I wote this because I’m a hoe for Halloween and supernatural stuff and I hope everyone likes it! I actually came up with a lot of ideas whilst writing this, so if anyone is interested in me continuing this as a series please tell me! x
Summary: See what happens when EXO as supernatural creatures meet in a secret lounge on Halloween (sorry this is a shitty summary I didn’t know what to write lol)
warnings: blood, gore, death, mentions of sex (literally pure sin)
My 6 inch heels clacked on the empty pavement as I strut down the lonely, narrow street. What would be painful for normal human kind felt numb to me. I’d worn these shoes for the past years, never taking them off for longer than a few hours. The moon lit up the night, almost too bright for someone of my kind. The pathetic young man’s desperate cry was still present in my head.
„Please don’t kill me,“ he had begged. And then I remember my breathy laugh as his blood was dripping down my chin and onto my chest. My previously red dress now had a deep, blood red stain on its front. The smell lingered in my nose, but sadly it would soon be gone. I licked around my lips, trying to get every last drop of the sweet, red liquid I lived on. From around the corner I could hear children’s excited shouts and squeals as they went from house to house, asking for candy. It’s funny, really. Don’t adults always tell their kids not to take candy from strangers? Halloween had always been obscure to me, back in my days we didn’t celebrate it. Not the way they do now. It’s not about scaring ghosts and evil creatures away no more. It’s about parties and dressing up and candy. Oh how I hate the word candy. Although scaring us creatures of the night away had never worked anyways. We’ll always find our way back to you, you just wait, humans.
There they came. A little girl, dressed as a princess with bright hair and a blue dress bounced past me, her eyes following my figure just shortly, as she was fixed on the next house she would knock on. Silly, silly little girl. Who knows what would await her behind the door? I could think of a few things. The next group of kids I passed seemed to give me more attention. A girl dressed as a cowgirl stared at the red stains on my skin as if she was possessed. I chuckled and fastened my steps. From afar I could make out the music playing in my favorite club. Not that vampires go to clubs, no way, the music is deafeningly loud for us. But this club is different. Out the backdoor of it, that’s where I was really headed. I slowly got sick of walking and started running. Given human speed, it would’ve taken me another 20 minutes to reach my destination. Now it took me less than one. Fake spider webs and skeletons were hanging on the front wall of the building, attracting young people just like death attracted demons. The bouncer stared at my chest, I wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that my boobs looked great tonight or if it was the blood, but I didn’t mind. One sweet smile in his direction and he let me in, hypnotized by my spell.
“Thank you,” I coaxed, my voice dripping like honey as I ran my nails along his neck. The lively pulse underneath his skin captured my senses for a second. The guy was lucky I had just fed. The music that could even be harmful to humans felt like hammers pounding against my eardrums. Yet I enjoyed the scene in front of me. Drunk, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other on the dance floor, vibrating vivacity lingering in the air. I often wondered what being alive felt like, since I had no memory left of it. A young woman smiled in my direction, complementing my ‘costume’ with her eyes. Silly, silly girl. I smiled back, flashing my sharp teeth at her, at which she seemed to light up even more. If only she knew. But she didn’t, and because it was Halloween, no one did. Halloween was the one and only night monsters could freely walk among humans, not having to worry about showing too much of themselves, because nowadays costumes got more and more realistic. Silly humans, can’t tell tomato sauce from their own kind’s blood. My eyes fixed on the black door with the small 'private’ sign on it. The strong smell of death crept into my nose the second I had entered the lounge. It was a stone old room without windows. Red satin sofas lined the walls, at the back of the room was a bar, held in dark wood. Old lamps spent sparse, pale light, but not that I needed it anyway. The dark ceiling had cracks in it, here and there was a dried splash of what could’ve only been blood. It was fairly quiet, my steps drawing attention to my figure walking through the room, familiar faces looking my way as I smirked at them, heading straight for the bar. Chanyeol’s red hair was the first thing I noticed about him, and as the demon turned my way I stared into his fully jet black eyes. Underneath his half-opened black shirt I could make out scars from years ago, as well as some new ones.
“Ah, I love Halloween,” I sighed, leaning against the frame of the bar, letting my eyes run over the few visitors that were in the lounge. All of them frequenters, just like me. It was too early for a lot of guests to be here already, but I liked being early. It’s not like I had any duties. In the corner of the room I spotted Xiumin and Chen, sitting comfortably by a table across from each other. Xiumin’s green hair wasn’t what made him special. It sure drew attention to him, but not nearly as much as his cat pupils did. He wore a silver leather jacket and black skinny pants. For some reason warlocks always seemed to adapt to the current fashion perfectly. Being around 350 years old, he didn’t mind people staring at his special eyes anymore. And neither did his best friend, and by best I mean only friend who was still alive. Other than Xiumin, who simply had different kind of eyes, Chen had a third eye on his forehead. There was no way he could ever explain that to human kind, but he didn’t need to. His abilities allowed him to make the eye disappear with the snap of two fingers whenever he went outside. He gave me a quick wave when he noticed my look on him, and I returned it. Behind me, Chanyeol cleared his throat.
“You got blood?” I asked, now spinning around to look at the only demon I knew personally and didn’t feel the deep desire to kill.
“Other than the blood that’s in my veins, I don’t,” he replied, making me huff.
“Stop acting as if you’re more human than I am, black eye,” I said, making him chuckle. When he sent me an apologetic look, I shrugged and made my way over to the wall-length mirror in the corner of the room. No one knows how long he’s been there, but the dreamy boy with the white clothes and black ruffled hair always made my day better. I jumped when a black snake suddenly crawled out from underneath a table, raised in front of me and hissed dangerously. I felt the urge to kick it, but I wasn’t in the mood for a bar fight, so I simply raised my voice.
“Who’s missing a black, very pesky snake?”
Seconds later Xiumin knelt in front of me, picking the animal up and hanging it around his neck like a piece of jewelery. Its tongue moved in and out of its mouth as it relaxed at the smell of its owner.
“I apologize for his behavior, he is not usually like this,” Xiumin said, smiling at me in repentance. Having a warlock as powerful as Xiumin apologize to you for a such thing was definitely not a downside, so I decided to accept his excuse and smiled back at my friend. His pupils were big due to the darkness, but they still kept the cat-like shape I had gotten used to long ago. As he walked away I continued my way through the labyrinth of tables, over to the mirror. All I gazed at was my own reflection. I waited a few seconds, knowing Yixing it would take him a few moments to notice me, so I leaned against a pillar behind me. For the second time this night I got startled, my annoyance rising as Kai’s fluffy haired head peeked out from behind, or rather through the mirror.
“Goddamn Kai! How many times have I told you to stop doing that?” I complained.
“Exactly 42 times that is, m'lady,” he spoke, sitting down on the floor in a cross-legged position. He’d never told me how he died, I assume he didn’t remember himself, but his clothes looked like they were from another century and the way the ghost spoke was only slowly adapting to the 21st century slang.
“Hello,” Lay’s soft voice spoke as he appeared in the mirror next to me. I watched him hug me, but all I felt was a gentle breeze of air coming my way. Both Xiumin and Chen had wasted entire nights trying to get him out of the mirror, but nothing seemed to work, and there he was, stuck inside his little world that was whatever was behind the dirty glass. I smiled at him gently.
“You know, they’ll catch you one day if you walk around with all that blood on you,” he worried, gazing at my dress.
“That gent is right, m'lady!” Kai spoke, looking up at me innocently.
“Don’t worry, it’s Halloween,” I explained. “No one suspects anything on Halloween.”
“Oooh Halloween,” Lay swooned. “I miss Halloween…”
I had never felt protective of anyone, not before I had encountered the dreamy, messy haired Yixing inside the mirror, and even to the 'I-take-everything-you-say-literally’ – Kai I felt a little like a mother.
“Thy evening shall be hallowed, then!” he exclaimed and with another quick move he was gone. Through the ceiling. Yixing tried to follow him with his eyes, but he only had so much room to look from where he was captured.
“Do you remember Halloween?” I asked him.
“When I was little I dressed up as a bunny and we played the game with the apples…,” he said. His voice always sounded as if he was deep in thoughts, somewhere completely else, but somehow still here. “If you excuse me.”
And then, before I could say anything else, he disappeared as well. Just on time, because that’s when I smelled it. Blood. Flesh. My nose held high, I strut down the room, stopping at the table Kyungsoo sat at. You see, zombies aren’t the way people portray them to be in the movies. They’re not stupid, they can in fact speak very normally and they’re not thinking about eating brains all day long. Although it probably was what Kyungsoo was thinking about at that moment. I’d seen him around a few times, seen him feed a few times. And let me tell you, if one says vampires are messy eaters they haven’t seen a zombie eat. The pieces spread out in front of him I could only identify as parts of a brain, still covered in delicious smelling blood that made my insides tingle.
“You mind sharing?” I swiftly asked, but quickly moved backwards when he growled at me threateningly. From previous experience I knew that zombies weren’t to mess with, not even if you are a vampire. Once your brain’s gone, your immortality is as well, so I slowly walked away, slightly annoyed that I didn’t get any of the blood when the smell was still blinding all my senses. That changed quickly as I roamed the room with my eyes once more. I grinned when I spotted Sehun next to Baekhyun, sitting on a sofa, their feet on the small table in front of them. I could see the little drips of blood on Sehun’s skin from afar.
“You got a lil something there,” I said, confident his vampire hearing was good enough to understand me while I pointed at my neck, showing him the spot I was talking about.
“Wanna lick it off?” he replied, smirking at me from across the room. I debated whether to go over for a second, but when I recalled the countless hours I had spent with Baekyhun and Sehun, both being of my kind, remembering how they could make me feel, my vampire speed carried me onto Sehun’s lap in the blink of an eye. I didn’t say hi or greet them in any other way because I was too busy licking and kissing Sehun’s neck, tasting not only the blood but also his own taste. He always smelled like the woods, like nature. I assumed it was because that’s where he spent most of his time. Baekhyun, on the other hand, carried the scent of roses, which ignited my cells as he moved behind me and began planting kisses on my shoulder. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, allowing Sehun to bite along my front neck, where the young man’s blood still stuck to me like a precious perfume. From somewhere I could hear an indignant hem and voices. Slowly, I pushed the two men off me and met eyes with the black ones of Chanyeol. He was shaking his head in disgust.
“What is it with you vampires and having orgies wherever you go?” he questioned.
“Wanna join?” Baekhyun asked the demon, who he was surprisingly good friends with, smirking at me.
“Let the kids have some fun,” Chen threw in from across the room.
“Kids?” Sehun protested. “You’re not that much older than me!”
“Son, I’ve already drank with Shakespeare, don’t provoke me,” Chen spoke calmly. Sehun shut up at his words, but sent him a glare nonetheless. Suddenly, Baekhyun and Sehun both stared at me as the three of us listened closely. Somewhere outside the building we could hear howling.
“Werewolves,” I grumbled through gritted teeth. Chanyeol immediately shook his head in my direction. He was trying to remind me of what happened. Last week I’d had a fight in here, a couple tables got smashed and some of the blood spots on the ceiling might have been caused by me.
“What was I supposed to do? He threatened to hunt in my territory!” I defended myself, knowing what Chanyeol was thinking about.
“You could’ve solved your disagreements somewhere else than in my lounge,” he spoke calmly. I huffed and leaned back into the soft sofa, Sehun and Baekhyun on either side of me. “Don’t you dare start something like that again.”
“We’ll continue this later,” Baekhyun muttered under his breath, referring to the fact that we had just started making out a few minutes ago.
“Oh please, that’s what you call whispering? Even I heard that, and my ears are pretty much non existent,” Kyungsoo now threw in, making Sehun chuckle lightly. That moment the door on my left opened, and I could smell the dog before I had even taken a look at him. His name was Suho and he was the leader of the biggest pack of werewolves I’d ever encountered. But that didn’t intimidate me one bit. His leather jacket hugged his muscular body tightly as he coolly walked through the lounge. I snarled at him dangerously.
“Calm your tits, blood sucker,” he spit. “I’m just here to have a drink. Or a couple.”
My eyes followed his every move like a predator eying their prey, and so did Sehun and Baekhyun’s. Chanyeol handed him a drink, and in silence we watched him down one, two, three shots in a row. He only gave short answers when Chanyeol asked him what he was up to. When he ran his hand through his hair I only noticed how fed up he seemed. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the lit up screen.
“What did you say that was called?” Lay asked from his mirror in the corner, directing everyone’s eyes to his interested gaze. At his words, Suho smiled. That’s right, werewolves sometimes smile.
“It’s a smart phone,” he told the boy in the mirror, walking over to him. At that moment I was convinced: Only Lay could turn an alpha into a puppy.
“How can it be smart? It’s a metal box, isn’t it?” the black haired boy questioned, rubbing his head in confusion. Suho came closer, chuckling.
“Here, this is called taking a 'selfie’,” he said before holding up the phone so the camera pointed to the mirror where Lay stood. Sehun snorted in amusement next to me. After the short click the wolf checked the screen, but just as we all had expected, his face fell. Taking a photo of Lay was impossible, he simply didn’t show up on it. Meanwhile I was distracted by a very needy Baekhyun nibbling my neck, licking off the remaining blood, humming in content.
“Baek,” I whispered, signaling him to stop before someone would start complaining again.
“I’m so hungry,” he whined. “I hope some stupid human finds their way in here tonight, I’m dying of hunger.”
“Alloweth me to remindeth you that thou are already dead, sir,” Kai suddenly spoke, appearing from the ceiling. Baekhyun shot him an annoyed glance, but I grinned. That second the black door opens another time, and I am met with a familiar face. The girl who had smiled at me in the Club was looking inside, and I smiled innocently when I spied her. I could practically hear Sehun’s fangs grow bigger as the girl remembered my face and came inside. When she spotted the predatory way every single person in the room looked at her, it was already too late to turn around. And for once in this evening, all creatures in the room seemed to agree on something.
Based on the request: Could you possibly write one where Crowley flirts with the reader physically when no ones looking and kinda falls into his lust. Then maybe he seduces her or something but Dean and/or Sam find out and come after Crowley. Thank you and your work is absolutely gold 🙌🏼❤️ by @randomvlogstuff
Authors note: This was really something new for me… I would be really happy about some feedback and I hope that you like it!! Thank you a lot for your request
You are sitting in the Impala, after a long and hard hunt. The wendigo was really something new to you and those creatures are creepy, even for you as a hunter with a lot of experience. So you and the boys are happy to finally get back home, to the bunker. Dean is driving his baby through the night and you can recognize how tired he is by the fact that his typical rock music isn’t on but some calm songs in the radio. While he tries his best to keep his eyes open, Sam is sleeping on the seat next to him. His head is leaned against the window with closed eyes. He is in this position for at least two hours already and given by how loud he is snoring, he won’t wake up in a long time. You are sitting on the backseat of the Impala, looking out of the window and try to figure out where the hell you actually are but you only see the miles after miles of highway in the middle of nowhere. Not a single car passed you the last hour and you can’t wait to finally lay in your bed.
“Hello Boys“, you hear a well- known voice and all of a sudden Crowley sits next to you in the car. “What the –” you start surprised but he holds his finger against your mouth. “psst” he whispers with a smirk. “Or do you want to wake up moose?” You shake your head slightly and he takes his finger away. “Good girl” Crowley chuckles lightly, taking care that his voice isn’t loud enough for Dean to hear. When you turn your head to him you realize how close he is actually sitting to you. Only a few inches of air are between your left leg and the demon in the fancy dark suit and even in the darkness of the night you can perfectly see his paisley tie around his throat. “What are you doing here?” you ask confused, pressing your legs together. Something about having him so close to you is making you nervous.
“Hell was boring, so i thought that i just come and visit my favorite little hunter”. His lips form into his typical ironic smirk and he gives you a wink. Now you are really happy about how dark it is in the car because the redness of your blush fills your cheeks. Of course, he is just flirting a bit but that doesn’t make it better. You have a soft spot for him, something about him being caring but yet dominant makes your legs shiver. Suddenly you feel something on your leg.
if you're taking prompts, could you please write pynch + fake dating? i love your writing so much!
Thank you! Ok here we go…
It had started as a joke. Ronan had been walking across the lawn at school with Adam and Gansey when Kavinksy had approached. Ronan attempted to ignore him but all of a sudden he was in his path, invading his space. Kavinsky had a habit of invading personal space. He had talked and after he’d insulted them all and expressed sharp words and even sharper smirks, he’d once again insinuated Ronan’s relationship with Gansey.
“That is how you like it though, isn’t it, Lynch? Or should I be asking Dick.” He turned to Gansey. “Slow and dirty, right?”
Before either of them could say a word, Adam spoke up.
“Loud, too,” he said and they all turned to him. “That’s how he likes it. Slow, dirty and loud.” He stared at Kavinsky, a smirk on his face at his open shock. “But that’s none of your business really, is it?”
Ronan gaped at him and then gaped at him some more as he took hold of his hand, entwining their fingers.
He’d dragged Ronan away and called him “babe”, and Ronan had yet to speak, but eventually Gansey spoke in his silence.
“What was that?” He asked and Adam had smirked again and Ronan had wondered where he got that dirty smile from.
He kept walking, pulling Ronan along with him until they reached the car park and he glanced backwards before dropping Ronan’s hand.
“It was funny, wasn’t it?” He beamed at both of them.
“It certainly wiped the smile off his face,” Gansey said and then he nudged Ronan who was standing, staring at Adam rather obviously. “Didn’t it?” He prompted and Ronan suddenly remembered himself.
He forced a cruel smile and agreed.
A few days later they saw Kavinsky in the corridor and Adam was quick to pick up the act again. He stopped abruptly, turning and taking hold of Ronan’s wrist in one hand and placing the other hand on his stomach. He pushed him until his back hit the wall.
He stared at Ronan for a few seconds and although Ronan knew it was all pretend, he almost believed it. There was a split second where it looked real, like Adam was a moment away from pressing his lips to Ronan’s.
But the spell broke instantly as Adam averted his eyes and leaned close to Ronan’s ear.
“You need to look like you’re into this,” Adam said which struck Ronan as a really stupid thing to say. Of course he was into this.
“Well, what should I uh… do?” He replied, swallowing hard.
“Put your free hand on my ass,” Adam whispered and he tapped the knuckles of the hand he wasn’t holding without looking down. “Do it now.”
Ronan only allowed his hand to make it to Adam’s hip before he stopped himself. Being this close to him was something he’d wanted for so long, but he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, even if Adam was willingly offering it.
Over the next couple of weeks it became a running joke, so much so that Ronan almost got used to holding Adam’s hand and eventually Kavinsky confronted him when he was alone.
“So what’s going on with you and Parrish?”
Ronan didn’t know what to say. Adam had never told him the details of their fake relationship.
“Well?” Kavinsky prompted. “Are you together or are you just fucking?”
He spoke so casually, oblivious to the fact that his casual words set Ronan’s heart racing.
“We’re, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Together.” He wished it didn’t sound like a question. Kavinsky eyed him closely.
“You could do better,” He replied and he smirked as though he knew something Ronan didn’t. But Ronan silently disagreed. There was no one better than Adam Parrish.
Then one night, he decided to talk to Adam about it.
“Parrish,” he said, “I need to talk to you about this whole thing with Kavinsky.”
Adam made a “hmm” noise but didn’t look up from his homework.
“I don’t know if- I mean… maybe we shouldn’t- unless…” He was frustrated with himself for not being able to speak properly. He waited for Adam to say something
He didn’t look up as he spoke.“If you want me to stop, just say.”
Ronan struggled to find words as he clenched his shaking fingers at his side.
“No,” he said and Adam finally looked at him. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
He stared at Ronan for a second longer before setting his pencil down and getting to his feet. He stood in front of him. Then he stepped closer. He kept his eyes down, his head bowed.
“Unless, um, you want to st-” Ronan started, then Adam looked up at him again and Ronan was stunned to silence at having him stand this close. They never got so close face to face. There was a hesitation, then Adam spoke.
“I don’t want to stop either,” he said and then he kissed him. It was fast and messy with Adam’s hands claiming the length of Ronan’s back with heavy indentations and Ronan’s fingers knotted in Adam’s hair. But it was real. It was actually happening, spontaneously and not for someone else’s benefit.
And when they finally pulled apart, Adam had that dirty smile on his face that Ronan was a little in love with. “I was kind of hoping you’d let me do that,” he said.