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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 4 years

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꧁Midnight Masquerade꧂

Description; A masquerade becomes the perfect time for a monster to stalk its prey. But what if the heroine knows the villan?

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word count; 3.230

Warnings; Kinda entering the thriller genre, a bit of fluff (?)

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: So this is my little piece in @sdavid09 halloween's challenge and I had the prompts "Scooby Doo" and M.J's "Thriller". Though this isn't only an entry in the challenge, but also my way of introducing a new character I'm going to start writing for. I took a new and kinda differente approach with this fic, so this isn’t how I characteristically write and honestly I don't really now how it turned out. Maybe I'll do a part two or just leave it as this is, we'll see. Nevertheless, hope you enjoy this little work xx

MASTERLIST

Autumn. From where you came the season didn't bring much more than chilled temperatures that nipped at every part of your body, no matter how much or little clothes you wore for the time of year. The only thing differing it from the snowy winter though was the colours. Leaves painted in every colour between green and red, making the forest look as if it was on fire. The otherwise dull coloured buildings, speaking of an ill-favoured state, blended together with the third season of the year, as the smell of earth and heaviness of rain was present.

Those scents reminded you of your home more than ever as you now walked through the mist coating the streets outside. Goosebumps spread across your body as the wind ruffled the leaves enough for them to fly. A curse left you as you hugged the coat closer around your body, damning the wind for penetrating your scant pieces of clothes for the season. As well as your friends, for the night stroll that you now needed to take.

"Miss, your costume is pretty", the tiny voice surprised you to a stop. As the masquerade mask covering your face also entered your outermost vision, you need to tilt your head downwards to find the owner of it. As soon as you did, you saw a little girl standing there, with illuminated wings and brightly coloured clothes. Her face was painted as well, but unlike yours which aimed to look somewhat regal, it accentuated the costume she was clad in.

"Oh, uhh thank you", you mumbled, unsure if the little girl heard you as another gust of wind fittingly blew by, although seemingly she did. With nothing but a giggle in return and a bright smile, she skipped away to catch up with her mother, who had stopped not far behind you as she noticed her daughter wasn't with her.

You followed the pair for a few seconds, unable to not notice a few dozen other people roaming the streets as well. It seemed that everyone below the age of fifteen was out and about in silly costumes, knocking on each door of the houses in the scary decorated neighbourhood.

The ghosts, mummies, fairies and other creatures and costumes were what reminded you that the outfit you felt was bothersome walking around in, looked unusually modest. Aside from the black lace mask covering your face, there wasn't much more which differed your outfit from any other party clothes.

You sighed, continuing forward to reach the new place your friends said they meet you at, while in the background hearing voices gleefully exclaiming trick or treat. Everything reminded you that here, autumn didn't only bring a change of season, but Halloween as well. You were not used to it, in fact, you had never experienced it until now.

"Hey Y/N!" Along with the call of your name, came the honking of a car and if you hadn't recognised the voice, the rapid sound would have helped you figure out that it was your friends.

"Oh stop it you pest!" You shouted back, laughter lacing your tone, at the man behind the wheel.

"Won't stop until you're in this car missy!" You openly laughed at the way Jake, from his position in the driver seat, leaned closer to the open window on the passenger side to holler at you.

"Can't you see I'm on my way", you answered, almost entering a jog to reach the car to stop his irritation of the whole neighbourhood.

Thanks to your hurried steps, you soon jumped in the backseat, though the person already sitting there didn't give you much time to close the door behind you before throwing themselves at you. Automatically you encircled them, naturally knowing who it was by their display.

"I see you went for the devil after all", you said, regarding the brunette opposite you as you parted. Noticing she matched her deep red glitter dress with devil horns, while a red mask covered her upper face.

"Seeing as we aren't going to the ordinary college party, I thought I could try a classic in a different style".

"Stop lying to yourself Lily, we all know you picked that dress because it made your butt look good", turning to meet you from the passenger seat was Emma, a short-haired blonde.

"And perhaps that's the second reason", Lily stated, though before any further comments could be made, you felt the jolt of the car as it jumped forward.

"Anyways, welcome to the Mystery Machine", Jake said excitedly, though you couldn't miss the blonde rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's comment.

"He's waited to say that since we began heading here", you chuckled at the way she said it, an act that only grew when she swatted his shoulder after a smart comment he made.

"Hey, hey! Don't hit the driver, right Y/N?" You glanced up to meet Jake's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"I want to arrive at our destination and survive, so perhaps don't hit the driver, which for further information, also is your boyfriend Em".

"If anything that gives me the right to", she said sarcastically, which made him make a pouty face and lean in to kiss her. With a giggle, one that made you smile at their exchange, she pushed his head away while saying eyes on the road.

Although the ride was anything but short, your company and their storytelling of previous Halloween's, made the journey pass quickly. Soon enough, you pulled up to the estate-like property, already filled with cars and people flowing through the entrance.

"Geez, they really went all out this year", Jake's eyes strayed from searching for a parking spot for a few seconds to eye the bustle outside. You heard Emma mutter a there, showcasing an empty lot for you to take which her partner immediately headed for.

"When don't they go all out", Lily shrugged before continuing " Though this year you made a valid effort to match the theme, compared to earlier", Lily gestured to the hair Jake had coloured green for the night and the black tailcoat he wore. The man addressed was momentarily busy parking the car, so he only hummed as recognition to her words, but if he gave any further affirmation once it rocked to a stop, you didn't know as you hurriedly opened the car door.

Once stepping out, your mouth dropped open, before a gleeful smile took over. You heard the chatter of people passing by and watched their choice of clothes, the cocktail-dress code for the masquerade impossible to miss.

"You look like an eager puppy", you hadn't noticed the rest stepping out of the vehicle, but Emma's word you heard. Turning around you saw how she had matched the Joker her boyfriend dressed as. Patch-work jumpsuit in black and red followed her body, mask a bit more excessive then both your own and Lily's, as her face was covered in a joker masquerade mask.

"Don't tease her Harley, I'm the Joker for the night", Jake had come up to draw her close to his side, half of his face hidden behind a grinning mask.

"With jokes like that, I'm going to dump you".

"I know you won't", he said, the banter between them continuing as they took the lead towards the house, you and Lily following behind them. You felt exhilaration starting to pump through your veins and your mask gliding up as you couldn't contain a smile. Your undivided attention made the man following you with his gaze, go unnoticed.

You felt how the dress stuck to your skin as you made your way out from the dancing crowd. Since you arrived, you and your friends had busied yourselves with drinking and dancing. Up until this moment you hadn't parted from each other, though the suffocating atmosphere now prompted you too. You excused yourself to get through the crowd, knowing the exit to the garden was on the other side of the mass.

It didn't take long until you got to the door and opened it, doing so you were met by a cold autumn gust. Although it was probably barely noticed by those inside, you felt it envelop you like a counterproductive blanket. The sensation made a shaky sigh escape you, a sound which was swallowed by the noise of the door closing. Hugging your form your eyes closed momentarily, taking in how your bodily temperature steadily lowered. Something about it was comforting, feeling how the hotness disappeared though never fading to freezing. Even though you could hear the music from inside, it was nice fleeing it and the crowds for a few moments.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened your eyes while tipping your head backwards, following the fog the exhale then created. Not until it dissipated fully, did you refocus to watch the night sky. It seemed to be close to midnight if the full moon shining brightly from above was any sign to tell from. It cast a cold glow over the garden you stood by yourself in, that was what you had thought at least.

It caught you off guard, heart jumping as you hastily switched to look towards the source of movement in your peripheral. Far to your right, at the end of the patio, a man stood, almost hidden in the shadows. It was his dark grey suit, with few other lighter details, that made him blend so well against the wall of the house, yet the thing deceiving him was his hair. Light, almost verging silver, became a beacon of his presence, nearly as much as the shining mask hiding the majority of his face. His gaze had been heavily set on you the whole time since you noticed his presence and only thanks to this, could you see what the piece shielding his face resembled, a wolf.

As your eyes flickered up to meet his eyes, a pair you couldn't see but feel, you started to feel how the cold grew palpable. It was if the temperature dropped several degrees and a creeping feeling begun to spread in your body. It was then, instead of just having his head turned to you, his whole body did. However, the swift motion didn't stop there, as he didn't waste a second before walking towards you.

You couldn't read it as threatening, yet the way he closed the space between you without saying anything made you unsure. The door you had exited through was still nothing but a step away, as you hadn't ventured further from it, but you were paralysed. Even though you wanted, you couldn't move, merely stare at the man who already had crossed the halfway point to reach you.

It was when he started passing the windows, the flickering lights from inside illuminated his features enough for you to see him clearer. He was tall and well built as he moved with grace, although at the same time it seemed to be a restrained speed. You noticed a stubble on the visible part of his jaw, yet before you reached his eyes, you blinked and when looking towards him again, your jaw dropped.

He was gone.

There was no trace of him even being there in the first place. You started to doubt your sanity while stepping forward. That was when you felt it, a hand on your shoulder. Frightened you jerked away from it, scream dying in your throat as it closed from the sheer panic wrecking throughout your body. However, instead of being met by a silver wolf, you saw a shocked devil.

"It looks like you've seen a ghost", your hand was still placed over your heart and you felt it race from the jump-scare you just got. A relived, albeit airy, chuckle left you seeing Lily stand there, eyebrows scrunched at your reaction.

"From how you appeared from nowhere, I might as well have done it", you tried joking. Earning a laugh told you that you succeeded.

"Well you disappeared, so I came looking for you", you smiled, ever the caretaking friend she was.

"I needed to cool down, too sweaty with the crowd inside".

"Understandable, but you better come inside again", she reached for your hand, about to make you follow her, but not before exclaiming "God women, your freezing!" You wanted to laugh at her outburst, although the uneasy feeling in your stomach of being watched irked you to look behind you instead. As expected, no one was there.

From that moment and onwards, you couldn't let go of what happened. The man had disappeared into thin air, something you couldn't find any explanation to. Though that was not everything, ever since then, you felt observed. The feeling of having a glare in the back of your neck never ceased, yet every time you turned, you couldn't find anyone looking your way. It made an uneasy feeling settle in your body, but you tried pushing it away, knowing your easily spooked mind most possibly played a part in the trick your brain now played on you.

You had since then also joined the dancing crowd, at the moment throwing your head backwards, singing along the lyrics. You moved along the bodies, eyes closed to delve into the sensation of letting go. Even though you hadn't touched a drink since returning inside, you had had a few glasses earlier. Not enough to lose your reason, but plenty for renewed energy to develop.

Suddenly you felt how someone bumped you, harsher than acceptable even for the setting you were in, to which your eyes shot open. You were to turn around and tell the person off, yet something else caught your eye. Through the crowd, you could see him again. Silver mask reflecting the neon lights, yet none reached his eyes. You blinked, but in the second people had moved in the way and he was gone.

"This can't be real", you shook your head, though it was then you felt the burning feeling of eyes on you once more. This time you didn't hesitate to start turning in a circle to find the onlooker and when you did your eyes widened.

You had turned the opposite way of how you originally stood, something which would've taken minutes to walk. No matter if you walked through the dancing crowd, or around it. Yet there he was. The quickening of your pulse wasn't noticeable, not until the music started to fade to give room for the pounding in your ears that was. As heads began clouding the vision of him again, you tried to peer around them, as well as standing on your toes. Still, you lost him a second time.

It felt like someone played with you by now or you were going insane. At that instance, as it was triggered by your thought, you felt your body stiffen and straighten. Your body was hot, but you felt a coldness spread from your core. You recognised where the feeling came from, horrified you slowly turned to look the way it came. His mask shone in the dark, yet you could see nothing besides from it, the rest of him drenched in darkness.

"This can't be real, this can't be real", you uttered to yourself while turning and exiting the crowd and continuing down one of the corridors.

You knew Halloween was the night of terror, but never had you thought you would end up in a thriller. There must be a reason for everything, you thought, yet you had no explanations of the events you had witnessed.

Continuing to move forward, you heard the music fade behind you and your steps echo filling the silencing space instead. The empty space resonated each of your heavy steps loudly, the thought almost stopped you. There was no way your heels would give away that deep and loud of a noise. Intensely you listened, noticing how the sound followed yours perfectly, hitting the ground with the pace of your soles, making it sound like a further echo of yours. But it wasn't, someone else walked behind you.

The growing panic quickly crossed the threshold of fear, making you bolt. You zoned out, only focusing on putting as much distance between you and whatever was behind you that was humanly possible. You didn't dare look back, only held your gaze fastened on the door of the toilet, which had been your original goal.

It felt like the distance never ceased then all of a sudden, your shoulder connected to de door, while hand turned the handle, making you crash trough it. You stagger into the polished room, still not forgetting the door was wide open behind you. With all your weight you threw yourself at it, fingers finding the lock as soon as it closed with an echoing bang.

Your breath had turned shallow, shaking att both in and exhale. In a futile attempt, you tried holding your breath to silence the sound of your breathing. You stared at the door, attempting to hear if whatever chased you still was outside or worse, trying to break in. You realised that if it succeeded, there was nowhere left to run. However, besides your ragged breaths, it was silent, almost to silent.

It was then the impossible happened, you felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist. A choked sound was the only possible noise able to leave you. Biting your lip, you tried to quite the cry that wanted to escape, as well as your tears which were threateningly close.

You prayed this was your imagination, but you knew it wasn't as you felt the one being behind you step closer. You didn't need to turn to feel the looming feeling, which made you insignificantly curl into yourself.

"Y/N", unprepared for the sound of a voice, a whimpered left you, while you covered into yourself further. Your fear clouded your thoughts and not until his voice had echoed in your head multiple times did you realise, you knew that voice.

Though fear still gripped you, you slowly turned, eyes wide as you saw the mass of a man now standing before you. It was impossible to see anything more than his form in the dark, so you reached behind you, fumbling to find the light switch. Flickering to life the sudden source of light blinded you momentarily, though as soon as your eyes had adjusted, you looked at him once more.

Though his mask still covered most of his features, the light revealed many traits you hadn't seen before. His hair, which you had thought was silver, was dark brown at the roots, matching the stubble covering his jaw. The blue of his eyes shone from the cuts in his mask, seemingly crinkled in the corners. That was when you recognised him.

You recognised those blue eyes which you had gazed into so many times before. Those blues that could shift from shining brightly, to dangerously opaque. The ones you had left when moving from Sokovia, from him.

It was like he was bound, thus as you reached towards him, he stood perfectly still. You found the laces to his mask easily and with a few tugs, the tie loosened and the disguise fell from his face, hitting the floor with an unbothered cling.

"Pietro"

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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3. Spicy Little Thing

Erik had tugged off the blue plastic glove so he could feel. The fingertips of his right hand strolled down the smooth winding curves of her twists which started with a deep natural off black near the root and faded into a warm and inviting chestnut. This hair was meant to play in and the way it coiled.. It was teasing him.

"You're not shy, but your hair is," he chuckled watching it curve and curl around and away from his finger. He could do this all day.

"Maybe it doesn't like you," she muttered. The thought hadn't crossed his mind.

Now he was irritated that she'd made him think of something like that. He was tempted to grab her hair in his fist and pull it out in a hard tug. It would take a few pulls. He could picture in his mind putting his entire weight into pulling just for bits of her scalp to come with it. That wasn't at all what he wanted.

Blinking, he was able to transport himself back into the happy place he was in before she'd ruined it with her unnecessary comment. He felt his entire body relax and he exhaled and closed his eyes, moving his head side to side to stretch his neck.

His fingers continued gently through her hair.

From chestnut, the smooth twists faded yet again to a sandy summer blonde. It wasn't Becky blonde, which he appreciated. It was a natural, soft blonde that remained in the brown family.

"Usually, styles like this.. have extensions.. but I can't find an indication that you're wearing any." His fingers couldn't find a knot, but it was too pretty to unravel just to see if he'd have a hand full of unattached hair.

"I like this," he murmured, lost in the softness of her twists. The texture was smooth, the strands held a slight dull sheen, and it was curly yet kinky. It was perfect.

He put his nose to it and it smelled like sweet blueberries. His eyelids fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply, breathing out in ecstasy. He wanted to eat her hair, but he knew that would be completely impractical.

"Mm.. That's fuckin good. What you use on this," he asked, both hands in her hair squeezing and slightly pulling. "Smell good as shit.."

He waited for her response getting nothing. He hated to let go of her soft and squishy twists just to get a response. So he didn't. He pulled harder.

"I didn't catch that. What products did you use on this?"

She sighed, "Curls Control Jelly."

"And that's what makes it smell like blueberry?"

Again she sighed, this time moving her head. "Well on the fuckin label it say Blueberry Bliss so I'd assume that would make it smell like blueberries.. but I'm no rocket scientist."

"You kinda zesty," he chuckled finding her humor intriguing. "I like my women a little feisty."

"Oh I definitely ain't your woman. You done fucked that up." Her head shook lightly as she spoke. It was the only real way she could express her attitude since everything else was tied. He walked around to her right side to face her head on. He wanted the full impact of what she was saying. She had attitude written clearly on her sweet features.

"Spicy little thing.. Yeah, I like that," he grinned watching her top lip curl in a mild snarl. "That's sexy. Keep it up."

Her eyes rolled as she looked away, out the thick plexiglass window ahead.

He was mildly disappointed. All that just to check out. He liked her fire.

"You done already? No 'fuck you'? I thought I'd at least get a 'go to hell'."

She turned back suddenly looking him square in the eye before shooting a large wad of spit in his face. It landed clean on his nasal bridge and he blinked in surprise. She was quick.

He stood to snatch a Kleenex from the decorative blue box that sat on the countertop near the computer. She was watching him with a smug expression and he had a feeling she'd try it again.

"You proud of yourself for that, I can tell." A few wipes with the Kleenex and Erik had to discard it for a different one.

"You brought that on yourself," she smirked.

"Hm." From his silver cart, he picked up a green condiment along with the gadget he'd brought into the room, turning it over in his palm. "That reminds me.. I brought you a little somethin-somethin."

He whistled, hiding both objects behind his back as he came up from behind to move back to his position on her right side.

"You excited? Of course you are." Holding out his left hand, he presented the plastic device first watching her green eyes go wide.

"Hell nah," she yelled shaking her head, but she didn't have a choice. He kissed his teeth in annoyance, fiddling with the cheek retractor in his palm.

"You being hella ungrateful shorty. Chill the fuck out... Seems like you already know what this is though, good for you."

"Nah nah nah, nigga I don't know what you th-"

"You ain't see the best part. I got this wasabi," he smirked revealing the green paste and a q-tip on his right hand. She looked like her breath had been stolen. "That's the face I wanted. Take your breath away don't it?"

Swiping the wasabi onto the cheek and lip part of the retractor, he positioned it at her mouth which was now tightly shut and denying entry. Her eyes held worry and she turned her head.

"Open up, Ivy. You don't wanna see me angry. I get rough when I'm angry."

She whined, but he waited patiently and her lips slowly parted.

"Good girl."

Guiding the retractor into her mouth, he inserted it behind one cheek and then the other. Instantly her mouth was stretched open, her cheeks were pushed back, and her lips stretched away from the two rows of white teeth which stood front and center. Her whining increased, accompanied by tears. It was the intense spiciness of the wasabi burning the membranes in her mouth and the strong scent making her eyes water, a fitting and entertaining punishment. He watched, content in her suffering.

"That's what happens to little smart asses who like to spit. I can do this all day."

The drool was thick and watery, dripping down her chin. He looked to the box of Kleenex and back to her pleading green eyes, raising his brows in question.

"Tissues? ..You wanted the Kleenex?" He pointed looking back and forth between her and the blue box sitting on the counter.

"Help yourself, it's for patients! Hm? You change your mind? Ohhhh!... That's right, you can't move! Damn," he snapped crossing his arms and shaking his head. "That's a shame. You droolin and shit. Not a good look."

He gave it another few seconds before he leaned in close to her face. She was sweating just a little bit.

"I don't hear you talking anymore."

Her hopeless whimper was response enough. He grabbed the suction to suck up some of the lake that had accumulated in her wide open mouth. He didn't need her to choke.

"Since we're here.. I may as well go ahead and take care of those cavities. Let me just grab a few cotton balls."

"HHHHHHN!!" She shook her head quickly, her eyes wild, but again, she had no choice in the matter.

"Yess, let's fill those nasty holes of yours."

"Hhh?!"

He suctioned out more of her neverending production of drool before pulling his drill. She flinched when he turned it on and he gribbed her chin, holding it still.

"Don't move if you wanna keep all these big pearly whites. My hand is steady, but it can slip." The low buzz of the drill was like music to his ears.

He drilled the decay away, glancing up every now and then to see tears slipping from her eyes.

"Almost done. You're doing great."

The drill turned off and she exhaled, her chest sinking.

"Applying the adhesive... and now the air. Your teeth may feel a little sensitive, but bare with the pain."

Using the air syringe, he blew the air to dry the teeth watching her cringe, her eyes squinted.

"More adhesive. This is protocol."

He took the small curing light and shined it on the tooth to harden the adhesive. It gave a satisfying beep. He repeated the process with the other tooth.

"Now for the magic," he smiled retrieving his syringe and placing it on the prepped teeth. "Injecting the composite filling. It's more expensive but it's more natural. Wouldn't wanna fuck up these big pretty teeth with a silver patch."

He packed down the fillings and smoothed them before curing them with the light once more. The next thing to do was polish. The affected teeth looked good as new. He was impressed with his own work. He removed the cheek retractor allowing her to spit out the cotton ball, stretching and closing her mouth at will.

"How's your bite? Is it comfortable or do I need to shave it down?"

She swallowed and took a breath while he waited for her response. This time she answered flat out.

"No, it's fine."

"Just fine?" Maybe he had to go back in afterall.

"No, it's great! It's great, see," she bit down a few good times and it was good enough to convince him. He knew he'd done it perfectly. He was a great dentist.

She sighed and his eyes automatically went to her torso which was tied. She was top-heavy and every time she breathed like that, her titties would move along with her chest. They were stashed away, hidden by her shirt however. His eyes trailed to her legs.

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Ivy wondered what the hell Dr. Stevens could possibly be looking at. She'd left work and headed straight to her appointment so she was wearing a white cardigan, a white sleeveless shirt, capris, and the sandals that she'd driven in because her four-inch heels were fatiguing her arches and she'd walked in them all the way to her car.

"Crimson on black skin is something I'll never get over," he muttered swiping his fingers over her ankle before walking them up her leg to her knee, which was covered. She wanted to yank it away, an uncomfortable feeling chilling her entire body.

She was still trying to process the fact that he'd actually filled both of her cavities. She didn't want her mind to drift too far to the dark possibilities of what he could be planning because she didn't want to manifest it. She hoped that after he did whatever weird thing he planned to do, he'd let her go. She'd leave and never look back.

He left her side again to go to that God forsaken cart out of her view and when he returned, he sat on his stool. He had a glass bottle of Voss water and was just.. drinking it. She started to say something smart, but recalled the punishment.

"You thirsty?" He held out the glass bottle, this time putting it closer to her mouth and tilting it gently giving her a sip. She spit it out immediately causing him to cough, doubled over in laughter.

"That's a shame. You know better than to trust me by now." He shook his head, a delighted grin plastered on his face. It was straight vodka in that glass bottle. He put it back to his lips and took a long swig before putting the lid back on it and returning it to the cart.

"Can't believe you actually took what the fuck I offered you. That tranquilizer must still be working on your brain. I thought you was smart... what if it was poison?"

"You wouldn't have given me poison. That wouldn't entertain you." He seemed more sadistic than that unfortunately.

"Look at you trying to gain IQ points!" He slow-clapped and Ivy rolled her eyes biting her tongue.

"Is that attitude I see? Been waiting on that girl to come back, I like playing with her. Let's get a good look at them eyes of yours."

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