.* Day Three: Ghost!Idia Obsessed With His Darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day three: Ghost!Idia obsessed with his darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: Ghost Idia, my beloved 🥺💕. I've been meaning to explore the concept of a ghost yandere because it sounded fun tbh. Though there was so many ideas for this fic aaaa, in the end i liked it just like it ended.

You had always heard stories about the restless dead, about how they would return if they had unresolved matters but you never expected one to be so fixated on you - or, to be more clear, for your dead boyfriend to still seek you out. Idia Shroud wasn’t supposed to linger in this world, yet here he was, more present in death than he ever had been in life.

He hovered at the edges of your vision, his ghostly form a flickering shadow you could never quite escape.

And though you tried to convince yourself it was just your imagination, perhaps the grief, you couldn’t deny that familiar voice calling out to you, whispering words that chilled your blood and stirred something in your heart. He both comforted you and terrified, he wiped your tears and made you cry harder.

There was no in-between.

“You can’t run forever, beloved,” His voice echoed one evening as you sat alone in your dimly lit room, food cold and untouched as another set of tears fell from your eyes. “Tears don't suit you, a smile does. And you used to smile so prettily when I was alive. You remember?"

You froze, eyes darting around but there was no sign of him. Not physically, at least. The air grew colder, and you saw your breath cloud in front of you, you hugged yourself tighter. You felt fingers ghosting over your shoulder, and his voice came again, closer this time, dripping with an unsettling affection. “Why do you keep pretending? You’re meant to be with me.”

“I-I’m not supposed to be with you.” You stammered, trying to summon the courage to deny him. To give him peace, as he deserves. “You’re gone, Idia. You should rest.”

“I can’t rest when you’re still here,” He snapped, his voice taking on an edge of desperation, his fingers digging into your shoulders painfully as he blinked a million times. “You don’t get it, do you? You were my world, my reason to live... I can't rest without you, even in death. I can't move on, not yet..."

You tried to ignore him but he was always there, always watching, always doing something that scared you. Every mirror in your home fogged up when you tried to look yourself in it, words scrawled in the condensation: Come to me. You don't love anymore? Please please please please.

At night, you’d feel him brush your hair away from your face, his touch icy and tingling, leaving goosebumps in its wake, as he lied by your side, trying to cuddle you even if it was impossible now.

“You look so lonely,” He’d murmur, voice as soft as the wind outside, as you closed your eyes and pretended to sleep. "I hate seeing you like this... Come to me, my love. Let's be together again.”

A single tear fell from your eye as you slept, cold and shivering. Life wasn't fair. He was dead, yet he was here.

You could touch him, could see and hear him. Life was cruel.

Every day became harder. Your friends stopped calling. Your lights flickered constantly, leaving you in darkness more often than not. Doors would lock on their own and windows refused to open, trapping you in this reality where only he existed. And he was always there, waiting for you to finally break.

Waiting for you to cry and drink yourself to sleep. Sometimes, you'd just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.

One night, you woke to find him sitting at the foot of your bed, his ghostly form more solid than ever before. His hair glowed faintly, illuminating the pale, almost ethereal skin of his face.

There was an intensity in his golden eyes, a longing that made your heart skip a beat. “I’ve waited long enough,” Idia mutters, voice trembling with emotion. “I can’t stand to watch you suffer in this world anymore.”

You tried to pull away, but his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and despite their icy chill, they felt real. Too real. “Idia… please…”

“I can make all the pain go away,” He whispered to you, his voice rising. “All you have to do is come with me. It’s not so bad, I promise.” He leaned closer, his breath cold against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “We can be together forever. No one will ever hurt you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “But I’m still alive.”

He smiled, a sad, resigned smile that made your heart ache, there were tears in his own eyes as he stared at you. “Not for long, love.” He murmured.

“You belong with me. You always have.” He reached out, his touch more tangible than before, and you could feel your heart slowing, your breath hitching, as if he were draining the life from you with every second you spent in his presence.

“It’s okay,” Idia whispered, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes searching yours with an almost frantic desperation. “It won’t hurt. I’ll be right here. I’ll always be here.”

“Idia, no—” you tried to pull away, but your body was growing heavy, and all you could see were those glowing eyes, all you could hear was his voice, begging you to stay, to give in, to let him take you away from this world that had always been so cruel.

“Please, Yuu-shi!” He breathed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, the contact sending a shock through your system. “I love you. I need you. Come with me… please."

And as your vision blurred, as the warmth seeped from your body, you could feel him smile against your lips, feel his relief wash over you like a wave.

“That’s it,” He whispered, his voice fading as everything went dark. “We’ll be together now… Forever.”

Skully. J.Graves x shy ghost!fem!reader (Platonic)

Warnings:probably ooc, reader is a ghost , she has similar powers to Perona and Big mom from One Piece, she puts a hat over her head to conceal identity and acts like a different (confident) person with it on

(no ones p.o.v)

It was a cold night and Skully was preparing for Halloween. Their had been rumours that near the old village a ghost with a creepy face had been circling around , scafing those who had gottsn too closs and objects had been turning to life chasing people out , Quite an interesting scare!

Skully walked over to the abandoned village , the aura in the town suddenly gone eerie, it had gotten so quiet , was this really the scare town he had heard of? Something touched his shoulder, he turned around confused.

"BOO" a voice screamed , an oni mask on their face as they floated behind him

(Sorry about the bad quality)

(2nd Person .P.o.v)

This was an interesting reaction? Most people used to run away but this one stood here , with a big smile of glee on his face. You took off the mask , dropping down to your normal height which was much smaller than him.

"Sir? Are you okay?" You asked politely, some objects flew over to watch what was going on , and then suddenly the man took your arm and gave it a little kiss, you were shook.

"I'm Skully J Graves , pleasure meeting you , I heard about what you did and I'm truly overjoyed , you'd be the perfect one to help us at out for Halloween ! You'd help us out right?" He had now grabbed both of your hands , holding them to his chest , he was giddy like a schoolchild , practically jumping with joy.

"I-uh....I." you were at loss for words , you could just run away right? You had done this many times , you needed the confidence, where was your mask , what would you say??? "I-uh...I'll help!" You were quiet shocked, those words coming out your mouth , Skully dropped your hands and pulled you into a tight hug , a suffocating one at that.

"Now come with me , I'll take you down to the town centre." He said with a large smile , grabbing your hand and pulling you hard , you turned over to the village and waved at the ghosts. A few large ghosts came out of some boxes (they will look like Peronas ghosts in this case) and waved back, a small frown.

Was this a start of a new adventure?(I'll right a part two some time idk)

fic recs, but with additional fangirling.ᐟ (twst edition, part one?)

▌| note: to the authors i’m about to tag… thank you so much to the countless brainrots and inspiration you’ve given me (also, if you somehow recognize my incoherent yelling in the tags, please don’t reveal my other reblog account HAHAHA). gonna call reader as mc for an easier time

Keep reading

Xilonen looks so cool 🥰

Can I request a one-shot with barron with a sister who is like jecka from class of 09

Got it no prob 😁

★THEIR A SECOND?!★

I don't really know class 909 BUT I have heard enough from tiktok to know how she acts like tho! Enough of me typing let's get to reading!

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After the arcade incident you were stuck going to barron school now so you could copy down Notes and get barron homework so he would fall behind it was so damn stupid....

Now you were just entering the school bus so tired at this point you could lash out on ANYBODY.

"Great first day here and the schoolbus smells like damn dog..." I said under my breath and I continued to walk down the buss Hall when I finally got in a seat I didn't notice barron group trying to play a prank on me and they ended up spilling ALL their water on me seeing if they could see my bra... DISGUSTING!...

"WHAT YOU'RE DAMN PROBLEM?!..." now the whole schoolbus was wide eyed so if they wanted to make a seen they had one... I got one of my heels and before anyone could do anything....

❗️SMACK❗️

a heel imprint went on the dude face that started it all and that when the fight began punches and hits flew across the bus when you about to choke the person you felt someone hold you back and dragged me off the bus I screamed and argued but the dude was STRONG dude had brown hair and pale skin...

As dude dragged me off an let me go I put back on my heel and my rings, necklace, earrings, redo my makeup, brush my hair, and finally brush my clouths from any dust...

"Ok ready!" I look behind me to see when the dude dragged me and his group were just starring at me like 'wtf-'

"Yes I did just do all of this in 5 minutes! New record!" I cheered now looking back at the group... THEY LOOK DEAD... Their eye bags were literally like on the damn floor now back to the needed answers

"now back to answers I need... WHY DID YOU!" I pointed at the brown hair and pale skin dude "DRAG ME OUT OF THE FIGHT I WAS HAVING FUN I SWEAR CAN'T HAVE SOME FUN?!" I screamed I still have hours of left of this damn hell...

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So I found out their names... Ashlyn, Aiden, Ben, Logan, Tyler, and taylor I liked taylor since she was like me when I was young but not so much with ashlyn Ben was the dude that dragged me now dealing with the Logan one... Was hard seeing what my brother did to such a innocent kid was hard to look in the eye but I apologized for my brothers action...

The Tyler and aiden dude tho... Piss me off so much talking about how I could be a bully too just because I am related to barron let's just say I like taylor and ashlyn more for smaking Tyler and aiden over the head for that well back now they asked me why I was here and I said why and that I didn't have a choice to do it so yea thats what happened!

But at the end of the day of school I swear I saw something... Something dark behind the others I told them and they looked scared but said not to worry about it so I tried...

But I do wonder...

What was that thing...

And why did it have such a big smile...

★End!★

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That's all folks have a nice day!

Bye bye!

ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ(≧∇≦)b(≧ω≦)/ヾ(≧∇≦*)ヾo(*≧▽≦)ツ

do you do skully graves and reader (platonic)? If u do can like a qiqi!reader or huohuo!reader who helps him with stuff whilst either talking to ghosts are just being a forgetful zombie , thanks

Skully J. Graves x Huohuo! Reader

hi! I tried my best to adapt his personality to the new parts of event story, you can let me know if you wanted something different!

The fog clung to the streets, curling like ghostly fingers around every corner of the village. The eerie ambiance would have sent shivers down most people’s spines, but not Skully J. Graves. No, he basked in it, breathing in the cold, misty air with a grin so wide it would have made Jack Skellington proud. He adjusted his coat, looking proudly over the plans for his ideal Halloween.

“No lights,” he muttered, scribbling frantically on a scrap of parchment. “No candy. And absolute, complete darkness.” His grin widened, almost maniacal. “Perfect.”

“Skully, uh… why would anyone want a Halloween with no candy?” A soft voice broke his concentration, and he glanced up to see you, the strange friend who always seemed to be muttering to thin air. Except, in your case, it wasn’t thin air.

Around you, unseen to everyone else, lingered several translucent spirits, floating lazily like they didn’t have a care in the world. One of them—a particularly cheeky ghost with a mischievous smirk—whispered in your ear.

“No candy, no fun,” you echoed what the ghost said, looking between Skully and the air with slight anxiety. “I think he might be right, Skully… What if people just want to, you know, enjoy themselves?”

Skully rolled his eyes, barely hiding a grin. “Candy is for the weak. Jack Skellington never handed out candy. He—wait, what do you mean he might be right?” His eyes narrowed, staring directly where one of the ghosts hovered. “You talking to them again?”

You shrugged, giving a sheepish smile. “They’ve got opinions too, you know.”

Before Skully could respond, you were back to murmuring to another ghost. “No, no, no, I’m not ignoring you… Okay, okay, I’ll tell him.” You turned back to Skully. “Uh… the ghost by the market says you should maybe reconsider the ‘no lights’ thing. Might freak out the little ones.”

Skully crossed his arms, huffing. “Freaking out is the point, my dear Huohuo! A true Halloween isn’t about fun and games. It’s about terror, darkness, and—beating up ghosts, obviously.”

One of the spirits around you let out a melodramatic wail, clearly offended. You winced, giving Skully a helpless look. “You really hurt their feelings…”

Skully sighed dramatically, waving his hand dismissively. “They’ll get over it. I’m just saying—Jack would agree with me.”

“He’s still mad you didn’t give him that apple the other day,” you added as if that were part of the conversation.

Skully paused, blinking at you. “Wait… what?”

“Not important!” you quickly blurted, pushing past the topic, eyes darting to the spirits floating around you. “But, hey, how about we add a few spooky lights, you know? Like those lanterns with creepy faces carved into them? It’d keep the kids from getting totally lost and still fit your dark aesthetic.”

Skully stared at you for a long moment, his intense eyes seeming to bore into your soul—or maybe into the spirits’ souls. You couldn’t really tell. Finally, he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Fine. Some lights. But only the spookiest kind.”

One of the spirits around you cheered silently, and you grinned. “See, compromise works!”

As you helped Skully finalize his Halloween of nightmares, you couldn’t help but think about how strange this dynamic was. You, a soft-hearted (if slightly anxious) spirit-communicator, and Skully, a Halloween-obsessed enigma who idolized Jack Skellington. And yet, somehow, you made the perfect team.

Then came the moment where you had to address the elephant in the room—or rather, the ghosts in the air. As you adjusted some spooky decorations, one of the ghosts began wailing about something from the past. You sighed, turning to Skully with a rare moment of seriousness.

“Skully, can we pause for a second?”

He glanced up from his pile of cobwebs and fake skeletons, raising an eyebrow. “What now? Another ghost’s feelings hurt?”

“No… it’s just…” You bit your lip. “I know I act a little… goofy sometimes. But I do take what I do seriously, you know? Helping these ghosts—it’s important to me.”

For the first time, Skully looked a little taken aback. He slowly straightened up, gazing at you with something close to admiration. “I know. You’re weird, but you’re good at what you do.” He hesitated before giving you a rare, almost tender smile. “Thanks for… you know… always being here.”

You grinned, a warmth spreading in your chest at the compliment. “Hey, someone’s gotta make sure your Halloween doesn’t turn into complete chaos.”

“Chaos is the goal!” Skully insisted, but there was a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

And as you two continued working on what was sure to be the weirdest, most ghost-infested Halloween in history, you couldn’t help but feel like—just maybe—this peculiar friendship (and the random ghosts) were exactly where you were meant to be.

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