I Felt That

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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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Camilo x GHOSTreader

Warnings: nothing too crazy but there is a make-out session, ghosts(?) Might do more on this but im not sure yet depends on how you feel about it, !!angst!! (Light yandere? If you squint) and death!!

Camilo had no idea where you came from, he had no idea why you were here, he had no idea why he was the only one that could see you. But he didn't really care, to be honest, he liked having you to talk to by himself without anyone trying to take you away.

He didn't have to worry about any of that, however, this came with its problems, for example, when he would talk to you his family only heard him and thought he might be having sine issues or he could touch you but to everyone else, it looked like he was just touching air and looked strange and people were starting to worry about him.

He heard them all the time, "what's wrong with Camilo?"- " why is Camilo acting that way?"-"is Camilo ok?" And at this point, Camilo was getting tired of it. He didn't want people to start poking him for answers to his behavior but he couldn't tell them anything what was he supposed to say? "I'm acting strange because I'm in love with a ghost but you can't see them?" He couldn't they would only worry more and might try to send him away to fix him.

...

So he did the one thing he could to try and get some suspicion off him for a little while, he started ignoring you.

...

You didn't like that

...

You had started to follow Camilo Everywhere and Camilo didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to handle it.

You followed him around the village-

....

"Hey, Milo!" You called out to him as he walked down the path to get trying to reach the little marketplace so he could have Pitahaya he had been crazing it for a few days now.

But he couldn't focus on where he was going with you floating around him calling his name and even getting in his face giving him Eskimo and butterfly kisses he was getting frustrated cut tried nit to snap at you especially out in public where it would look like he was yelling at nothing. "Camilo! Camilo! C'mon say somethin' let's play some pranks! Have some fun!" But he just brushed around you not even bothering to look at you and he make your un-beating heart feel like it was being ripped in half, why wasn't he talking to you? -

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you followed him around Casita when he was cleaning his room or trying to help set the table-

....

Camilo slipped on his yellow Ruana shaking his head a little so his curls didn't stick together after pulling it over his head. Picking up a few things from the floor of his room before he was called down to help set up the table for dinner, you followed him the whole way. You hovered over his shoulder while he cleaned his room and how were hovering above him your hands lightly playing with his curls he normally would have smiled and playfully to you to cut it out but he didn't his frown only pulled down farther and his eyes drooped down in an annoyed expression, now you were worried was it something you did? Maybe you said? You couldn't think of anything you had done to make him act this way and it make you sad thinking that he didn't want to talk with you.

At first, you thought he was losing the ability to interact with you which made you panic and would have made you hyperventilate if you could. But you could still touch him and he had looked at you a few times when he thought you weren't looking so you knew he could still interact with you so why was he doing this?

You continued to follow him, now hovering on his side fazing through everyone else in the room who walked into you they shivered as you went through them your cold temperature momentarily affecting them, Isabela walked past him going through you shivered and turned to Camilo "jeez you're cold, is that you?" Camilo turned to his Prima tilting his head in 'confusion' "what do you mean?" Isa just shrugged assuming it was just a chill and Camilo shot you a light glare why was he mad at me?

He walked around the table placing glasses for everyone as you tried to get him to interact with you at this point you didn't care how you just wanted no NEEDED his attention, you pulled his ruana twirled his curls around your finger but nothing seemed to be working but the annoyed expression on his face was getting more and more noticeable as you continued.

Finally, when things were just about to be finished and he was set to get the last plate of food in the kitchen and he stopped for a moment to look at the plated food you wrapped your arms around him from behind nuzzling him and pushing your bose in his hair and for a moment you could have sworn you felt your dead heart beat for once in a long long time but that feeling was ripped from you the moment you heard him let you a small grunt and shrugged you off of him and he walked away.

You floated there for a moment before you felt something you haven't in a long time and didn't even know you could do, a tear fell from your eye, you touched your face feeling the moisture... You were crying?-

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You even followed him in the shower at some point-

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You sat- or hovered on Camilo's bed he was in the bathroom and you didn't want to bother him, not after last night's dinner. You tried you really really tried... But you just couldn't hold it. You wisped over going right through the door waiting right outside the shower curtains for Camilo. your raging mind calming in his presence. You felt safer in a way, you knew that you were unhealthily dependent on Camilo but you were alone for so long by yourself, and now that you had someone, someone that could see you that could hear you, you didn't want to let go. You didn't want to be alone ever again not after losing Car-

"What are you doing?!" Camilo yelled at you making you jump being pulled from your thoughts, Camilo stood there in a towel hair dripping and his pretty face twisted with frustration. "I just wanted to-" you didn't get to finish what you were saying "God why can't you just! LEAVE ME ALONE?! WHY ARE YOU SO ATTACHED TO ME?! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GO AWAY?!" you just stared at him not understanding didn't he like you? Why was he yelling? Why was he mad?

"ALL YOU EVER DO FOR ME IS SCREW THINGS UP! MY FAMILY THINKS I AM CRAZY, THE VILLAGE THINKS I AM SICK! ALL I WANT ARE FOR THINGS TO BE NORMAL BUT I CAN'T DO THAT WITH YOU TRYING TO SCREW IT UP EVERY. FIVE. SECONDS!" you just sat there letting Camilo rant and yell, his breaths were quick and heavy his body hunched over the sink with his head in his hands, your lips quivered. Is that what he thinks of you? Does he think you are doing this on purpose? You just wanted to be with him, you just didn't want to be alone so why was he? You didn't even let your tears fall before you wiped from the bathroom into his room and the old chest at the very back of his obnoxiously big walk-in closet where you came out from. Laying in your old dusty chest made you think if how long you were only in this small cramped space, laying in this chest for so long. You remember it like it was yesterday when you were locked in this chest, you screamed and cried hoping someone would hear you but no one came to save you, you don't remember dying exactly, all you remember is crying feeling hungry very hungry then you remembered going to sleep you remember your body feeling lighter and lighter than nothing you remember feeling like air almost then you remember waking up and being met with Hazel eyes, olive skin dotted with freckles, and beautifully curled hair. He looked so familiar and you never knew why, until you did.-

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Camilo Felt bad he truly did, maybe he didn't at that moment when he saw you were gone and he felt a slight feeling of relief and even more so that he didn't have to deal with you when he walked out of the bathroom and saw his sister standing there with wide eyes and a shocked and slightly concerned expression on her face.

But a few days later when he took note of how he had not seen you for a few days he started to worry and the weight of the words he said to you started to push down on him, and that's when the guilt started to set in. Why did he say that to you? Where were you? He... Missed you.

He looked around trying to find any clue as to where you could be. He walked around Casita through the village and even got some strange stares from people but he didn't care anymore he needed to find you. He was starting to panic he was searching everywhere when he bumped into someone, "oh hey Camilo!" The blond girl said smiling with a blush her green eyes lighting up at the sight of him, "yeah, hey Rosie" he said looking around trying to spot you around, which wouldn't normally be hard since your color palette stood out from everyone else in the village your colors were dark and almost drained of life, "so what are you up too?" Rosie asked taking a step towards him her smile slightly faulting as she noticed she wasn't looking at her. "I uhh- looking for... Someone" Rosies smile had fallen completely "looking? For who?" Just as she had said that Camilo had an idea as to where you could be and he started rushing there "yeah yeah, it was good talking with you Rosie."

Camilo rushed into Casita bounding up the stairs two steps at a time to get to his room, blaming the doors to his closet open rummaging around 'where where where is it where is it!' He thought as he frantically searched if the old Chest that he had found in his closet all that time ago, he remembered the day he found that chest and who was inside.

. . . .

Camilo was cleaning up his room after his mother scolded him for letting it get so messy, he grumbled about how he was tired and didn't want to do this but cleaned anyways. As he was putting his clothes away he thought he should clean out his closet too he might get extra servings at dinner as a reward if he did and showed his mother, so that's what he did but the farther he went into his closet he noticed this dusty and odd smell 'I definitely need to clean this closet now then' he thought as the odd smell and dust tickled his nose, making him scrunch his nose and fight the urge to sneeze.

He started taking the clothes from the racks but none of them were what was causing the smell. So he kept looking around, what was it mice? Bugs? Old clothes that he had forgotten to clean? The more he thought about it the more he reprimand himself for not being cleaner. That was when the odd smell became very noticeable 'what the hell was that-' Camilo didn't get to finish his thought as he had just slammed his toe into something making dust fly up into the air, Camilo took a sharp inhale only to immediately cover his nose and mouth whatever the smell was it was coming from this chest, the only issue is that he didn't recognize this chest, he had never seen it before so where did it come from? Camilo braced himself holding his breath before he unlocked the chest and opened it. And that's when the smell was too much to handle, he didn't even get to see what was inside as his eyes watered and his vision became blurry, Camilo felt his stomach clench and he had to get up and get some water before he lost what he ate for breakfast this morning. But as he was leaving he heard something, "you opened my chest." A soft voice came and he whipped around to the voice, spotting you. Your hair had lost its lively color even turning a dark deathly shade of blue and black, your hair was knotted and your clothes were slightly stained from being in the chest for so long with all the dust and rot, your eyes seemed to be downcast and sad but were still placed with shock and happiness?

Who were you? Where did you come from? The chest? But that's such a small and tight space so how? Were you the cause of the smell? But before he could think anymore you had pounced on him, hugging him tightly as you both fell to the floor, but you couldn't be the cause of the smell when you pushed yourself on him all he could smell were... Flowers? But not like the ones Isa grows, while yes like Isa you had the smell of roses in you but you also had smelled of other flowers he didn't recognize right away like lilies, lavender, and was that baby's breath?

Camilo though confused was concerned about the horrid rotting smell coming from the chest long forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you asking you all kinds of questions and when he noticed your lack of a shadow and no reflection in the mirror he knew something was off about you, he knew you were special.

. . . .

Camilo found it, the chest that started it all, and without a second thought, he opened the chest finding you inside crying. How long were you in there crying for?

"Y/n?" Camilo called softly for you but you didn't respond so with a deep breath he was reaching into the Chest, it still had some slim and rot at the sides with dust at the bottom from your bones being decomposed into nothing but dust. He lifted you with no struggle thanks to you being light as air now in your ghost form, he carried you to his bed and placed you down best he could on his bed, he tried to place a hand on your cold cheek but you turned away crying harder causing your eye to fall from its socket and roll along the floor. Camilo who by now had seen this a hundred times simply picked up your eyes pulling anything that could've gotten stuck to it off before taking you by the hand and placing your eye in your palm, you sniffled turning away from hun before sticking your eye back in.

"I am sorry I yelled at you."- he whispered softly to you, he knew his sister could probably hear, he knew she would most likely tell, and Isa would tease him for having an imaginary girlfriend but he didn't care he knew you were real, wait what girlfriend?- " I didn't mean any of those awful things I said to you, please don't cry." He pulled you into his side nuzzling his nose in your untamed hair the scent of flowers filling his senses. "Why did you say? Why did you ignore?" You huffed not being able to get through a full sentence without wanting to sob.

Camilo's expression softened impossibly so, as he took hold of your cold hand his fibers over your slightly discolored skin, "I thought it would fix how I felt, I was selfish and didn't want people poking at me as to why I was acting strange. I thought if I ignored you those people would go away and I thought that feeling would stop and go back to the way it felt when we were friends." He looked at you and could see the confusion in your eyes asking him what he meant by that "Y/n I'm in love with you." You both gazed into the eyes of each other as if concerning what he had just said as you both slowly leaned into each other "Camilo." You lean in inches away "Mi Amor" Camilo leaned in closing the space in between you. His lips were soft despite being slightly chapped his skin was warm you craved his warmth. Your lips moved against each other smoothly spilling all of your love and affection for each other into the kiss, he pulled you improbably closer practically sitting in his lap, your fingers pulling at his curls you pull away from him forgetting that unlike you he needed air, his hand came up to brush some hair from your face, you lean to his warm touch, you just adored him. No words were needed to show how you both felt at this moment, you moved forward and kissed his neck smiling a bit at the small marks you left behind he let out a soft sigh and nuzzled into you at the feeling you were cold but he enjoyed it, the cold feeling against his skin. He laid back his head hitting his soft pillow with you atop him and he smiled up at you as you rubbed softly at his sides he squirmed slightly from the tickly feeling and you giggled and were going back to kiss but then the door slammed open.

Camilo shot up with you still in his lap to see his sister,

"If you are gonna be gross and imagine things about your imaginary girlfriend could you at least wait till buggy where everyone us asleep and I'm knocked out and I can't hear you please!"

Camilo's face went bright red and you giggled as his sister let out a squeak before shutting the door.

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The tower (2018 micheal myers x fem reader)

Trigger warning: death, blood, angst

He stood there slightly shaking as the moonlight poured in from the window illuminating Micheals’s mask, body, and the knife he was holding onto for dear life, his mind raced as though that seemed like they weren’t his own filled his mind, and ears. He wasn’t Micheal anymore, he was the shape.

He watched as his lover realized what was happening and he watched as the fear dripped its ways into her eyes as she backed up away from him her body slightly shaking as she watched him

“ Micheal please, calm down, I didn’t mean to do whatever I did to make you so upset with me” she spoke out but he couldn’t hear her words as the voices inside of his head drowned them out, they had full control over him and he listened when they said to go closer, to hold the knife tighter. Her words meant nothing to him in this state.

He stepped closer and closer to her as she panicked and tried to walk out of the room, he knew that she hoped that he would leave her alone for now, be Micheal didn’t care

He strode dangerously fast to her and she tried to pick up the pace but to no avail as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall behind them, his hand gripped tightly at her throat as she tried out and looked to him with pleading eyes

“Micheal please stop! You’re hurting m!” She cried out, he glared daggers at her as he picked his knife up above his head,

“ please Micheal whatever I did I’m sorry” she cried out as tear started to form in her eyes, Micheal took one last good look at her and he took in every small detail, the way her eyes gleamed with tears and fear, how she shook and gasped for air under his hand, the way she pulled at his hands in an attempt to get him to release her, but he didn’t listen, he couldn’t listen to her when he was to busy listening to the voices, the ones that told him to hurt her, the ones who told him to make her suffer, and he gave in to them, and let them take the lead as he didn’t care anymore, nothing mattered to him at this point other than the goal to satisfy the voices. No amount of his self-control could stop him, not anymore, he was long past that point.

He brought the knife up and her eyes widened with fear as he struck her with the knife, he used all the force he could muster and plunged it deep in her abdomen multiple times as she cried out and gasped for air, he grabbed her throat harder and sung her back tossing her to the floor with no care, like she was nothing.

She was nothing to him when he was the shape when he wasn’t there and the urge to kill was strong. He gave in to his urge and the voices, as he glared over at her from his shoulder

She laid there trying to crawl away as tears dripped down her face and dark blood poured out from her wounds. She wasn’t his lover anyone, she was another victim, another nameless victim added onto his ever-growing list of his. He didn’t see her as anything more at this point and state of mind

Micheal walked out the door silently as she cried there, helpless and no hope left in her, he walked and he couldn’t hear her anymore as he continued, he walked aimlessly and he went for hours, covered in blood, he stalked the streets until another poor unfortunate soul has the misfortune to cross his path, he took care of them the same way, leave them to die on the street without a second thought, the sounds of the voices filled his head with only the passing of time to drown them out. As he started to walk back home and calm down from his rage, it finally dawned on him, as his eyes widened

the weight of his actions started to dawn on him, as his heart started to pick up in pace, Micheal walked faster than ever before in a rush to get home, hoping that he wasn’t too late, hoping that he still had time to save her, or at least to spend her last moments with her, but as his home came into view and the sounds of the night took over his hope started to fade away

It faded even more as he pushed the door open, he didn’t bother to close it OK his way out. Micheal sucked in a breath and his body tensed as he crept back into the main room of the house

And his heart dropped when he laid eyes on her, she laid face down and curled up in a pool of her own blood, the moonlight bounced off of it making the blood look like it was filled with brilliant diamonds. She had her phone in hand with the emergency number ready to be dialed, but His heart sank as he got closer and realized she wasn’t moving he stood over her body and look down at her

Numb and cold, like how she was now. He didn’t make it in time, he was too late. He felt himself drift away as he turned her body over and made her face up. Now be really felt like the shape, he felt like the monster querying feared him to be, he was cold, empty, and numb. He neared next to her body, his knees popping as he laid down next to her, and he thought about the night before, when she was still warm and her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, he turned his head and looked at her, she was cold and still, he grabbed her cold free hand and intertwined it with his own aged and scared ones. He doomed himself to be alone, and maybe it was best that way, so more people he claimed to care about didn’t end up the same way she did, alone and cold and both of their worlds ended and crashing down around them, all because of him.

Abandonment Issues

OG!Michael x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

The couch was still too soft. Just like the bed. Everything in this place had been too soft ever since you’d arrived … it was all too pretty and colorful and lively. It was harder to concentrate on the wall when your pictures sat on the mantle, when your clothes lay draped across the chair, when your touch still lingered on his skin. This whole place felt like you. Too much like you.

Michael couldn’t distance himself at all. Even with his eyes closed he could hear your breathing in the other room, feel the gentleness of the ghost of your touch … even with his eyes closed your features were plastered across the backs of his eyelids, vivid and vibrant, memorized down to the very last detail.

You were inescapable. 

Pushing off the couch with a grunt Michael moved with that signature quietness to his step, his towering frame passing by the bedroom door as he headed for the stairs. Maybe he couldn’t feel you up there, in that room, where everything had begun. Where he’d become completely alone.

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