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happy74827 · 20 days

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A New Moon

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite his gut telling him he shouldn’t, Dexter can’t help but fall deeper into the trap of his own emotions. And the more time he spends with you, the more he starts to realize what exactly those emotions are. {GIF Creds: beautifulguycollector}

WC: 2889

Category: Slight Lime/Spice, Friends to Lovers + Forbidden Love (if you squint) Tropes

Gotta keep this fandom alive somehow 🥲 (also… why are titles so hard to write? That and the synopsis are harder to write than the actual fic)

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You were too good for him. Plain and simple. You were a smart, beautiful, hard-working woman who had goals and dreams. He was a cold-blooded killer. Not to say that he hadn't been there for you, though. The two of you had been friends since… well, a while. A long while.

He couldn't quite pinpoint the moment he started to notice the changes in your relationship. It was a slow, subtle buildup, and the first time you called him your friend, Dexter thought nothing of it. The second time, it made him pause, but not enough for him to consider what the implications of you saying that to him could mean.

But when you said it again and again and again, he realized the meaning behind your words, the affection they held. Dexter couldn't say that he was particularly close to many people. There were a select few he'd consider his friends, but he wasn’t emotionally invested in any of them. And he didn't think he was invested in you, either.

But maybe he was.

Debs was different, and it made him question how much he was supposed to care about someone. But that was his sister, the one person in the world who loved him unconditionally. That reason alone made his relationship with Deb unique. He was sure of that.

The same went with Brian—his brother, as it turned out. And Harrison, his son. Dexter felt things for those people, but they were different. Those were family, the people he was genetically tied to. Of course, he would care about them.

But you weren't family, and yet he still cared about you. It was a different kind of caring. And it was confusing. Harry was right, after all. He didn't feel. Dexter had convinced himself for years that he was a high-functioning sociopath, but lately…

Lately, he was beginning to question if that was true. Simple glances from you could bring an unwelcome smile to his lips. And when he heard the sound of your voice, he could feel his chest warm. It was a nice feeling, something he'd only experienced briefly with Rita. But then, that relationship was different too.

It was hard to put his finger on it, but being with you was just… easy. And it didn't feel like work. There was no pretending. Dexter didn't have to act when he was around you. He didn't need to try to be someone he wasn't. It was the real him.

It was terrifying.

Because now, as he sat on your couch, watching as you moved gracefully around your small apartment, the feeling was back, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He should have been home with Harrison, but the little boy was staying over at Debra’s tonight, so he didn't have any responsibilities. The passenger within him didn’t see it as a problem either, considering he’d just recently “disposed" his latest target.

It was nice, Dexter decided, to relax every once in a while. Work and family didn't give him a lot of opportunities to do so, and now that the two were temporarily taken care of, he felt he deserved to be lazy for a bit.

You didn’t have a TV in your living room, so the two of you settled for movies. Dexter didn’t really have a preference for them. He could watch a comedy, action, drama, or horror and not feel strongly for or against any of them.

Apparently, you didn't mind what he watched either because he could see the spark of excitement in your eyes when you pulled out the case for one of the worst comedy films Dexter had ever seen.

He'd seen it before. Not with you, one of the movies Vince shoved down his throat when he planned a night out with him, Angel, and Quinn.

It wasn't his favorite, not by a long shot, but the grin on your face and the way you eagerly skipped to the DVD player, set the disk inside, and closed the hatch made him bite his tongue.

Dexter had learned a long time ago that you were a very expressive person. And even though most of the time your feelings weren't displayed on your face, your eyes told another story. Such opposites to his own, Dexter often found himself fascinated by the light they held.

You had a passion for life that was rare, and it drew him in. It was a quality he lacked, and he could see it in everything you did. Whether it was talking about the newest book you read or making coffee, you put all of yourself into your actions.

It was something that Dexter had never understood. How could you have such a strong sense of self? Didn't it get tiring, having to live up to a standard of being so… so good?

But then again, you'd always been better than him. He might’ve been smarter in some regards, but what was smart if it didn't come from a place of morality? You were better, purer than him. He knew it, and everyone else did, too, even if they weren’t aware of how pure he wasn’t

That's why this was so wrong. This thing that had been going on for the past couple of months between the two of you. The subtle touches, the longing stares, the late-night calls. It was all wrong.

You were similar to Rita in some ways. You were kind and compassionate, always looking for the good in others. You had a knack for taking care of people, whether they needed it or not.

Dexter could tell that was your nature, and it was one of the things that initially attracted him to you. All the things he lacked, you had. But that didn't mean that you could replace Rita. He didn’t want you to.

And that was the difference. While he may have found qualities in you that resembled the ones he'd found in Rita, you were not her. Rita was gone, and it was his fault. She didn’t deserve to die, and yet she did. She deserved to grow old, to see Harrison grow up.

She deserved better.

The same went for you. You didn’t deserve a monster like him. The more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that he should stay away. It was for the best of both of you.

And yet he was here. On your couch, watching a shitty movie and drinking the beer you'd offered him. Because, despite his efforts, he couldn't keep his distance from you.

He should've known. When it came to you, Dexter didn't have a choice.

His gaze drifted over to your form as you sat down beside him. You were smiling, your eyes bright and focused on the television. A lock of hair fell across your face, and you pushed it back, the sleeve of your hoodie falling down slightly.

Dexter had never been so tempted to reach out and touch someone in his life.

It was a feeling that had been creeping up on him the last few weeks, and now, sitting with you, watching a bad movie, it was at an all-time high. He'd never craved intimacy. But there was something about you, a pull that he couldn't deny.

It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. Reminded him of that need with Lila. God, Lila. What a mess that had turned out to be. Another thing to add to his growing list of mistakes.

And yet, the longer he stared, the more he found himself leaning forward. He didn’t register what he was doing until his lips were a hair width away from yours.

You froze but didn't move away. The only indication that you were startled was the widening of your eyes. They bore into his, unflinching. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He was scared. Scared? Yes. That was what he was feeling. Why? He didn't know. Fear was new. It was a feeling reserved for Deb and sometimes his son, but even then, it was different.

But as Dexter gazed at you, so close and so beautiful, the fear melted away. It was replaced by a warmth that he was quickly becoming familiar with. It made his body thrum and his blood rush. It made him feel alive.

You were the first one to make a move. Well, not really a move, just the smallest shift forward, and then you were breathing the same air as him. You weren't kissing. You were just… waiting. Waiting for him to make the final move.

It was like an unspoken rule between the two of you, the power dynamic. He was the dominant one, and you were the submissive. You had never fought against it. You were a people pleaser, and he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he knew this was wrong. Because he couldn't stop, and you would never ask him to. Even now, as he hesitated, you waited patiently. You trusted him.

Why did you have to trust him? Why couldn't you be more selfish, more like him?

But deep down, Dexter knew that it wasn't your nature. You couldn't change, not any more than he could.

So, after another agonizing second, he closed the distance between you.

It was gentle, the way his lips pressed against yours. A stark contrast to the usual forcefulness he applied when taking his victims. No, with you, he was careful. Almost timid.

Your lips were soft and smooth, and the kiss was sweet. Nothing more than a simple caress. Dexter didn’t expect the tingling sensation it would cause, but the slight brush of your mouth sent shivers down his spine.

The kiss was short and chaste, but it was enough to leave him feeling dizzy. The heat spread through him, from the tips of his toes all the way to his cheeks.

Dexter pulled back, and you stared at him. His breath hitched in his throat at the look in your eyes. There was something there, something that mirrored his own emotions.

Was it possible? Was he really capable of such intense emotion?

Maybe he was.

You didn’t move. It was like time had stopped, and the only sound that could be heard was his own uneven breathing. That, and the movie playing in the background, which was forgotten as soon as your lips touched.

The urge to reach out and grab you was there. He could feel the need deep in his bones, in his soul. But instead, Dexter sat, staring. Staring into the eyes of the woman who had somehow managed to break down all the walls he'd spent his life building.

You didn't speak. There was nothing to say. No words could describe the feelings that had surfaced between the two of you. So, instead, you smiled. A simple, beautiful smile that had him feeling weak.

He could have stayed there forever, just looking at you, taking in the beauty that was you. It was a new experience for him, and it was nice.

“Debra is going to be pissed," you finally said, breaking the silence. “I’ll be bullied into telling her every detail."

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then, his lips curled up in amusement. It was true. Eventually, she’ll figure it out. Maybe she already knew but was waiting for confirmation. Debra was good at figuring out things, even if it wasn’t the most obvious answer.

His sister was good at a lot of things, like being a detective. And, apparently, being an interfering matchmaking nuisance.

At least she wouldn’t call you the things she called Lila.

The thought made him chuckle, and you looked at him in confusion, but it would have to stay a mystery to you. For what was life without a few private jokes between siblings, right?

You didn’t press for answers, though. You did what you’ve always done and waited for him—waited for him as if it was his turn in Chess.

And he did the only thing he could think to do. He kissed you again. And again. And again. And again. Until he had you pinned beneath him, your arms around his neck, and your breath coming out in heavy gasps.

The kisses were still innocent, just as you were. But he could feel the passion behind them, the hunger. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt that. It had been a long, long time.

But the longer he kissed you, the more the heat grew, and soon, he was lost in the sensation. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you tugged at the strands. His heart was racing, and the sound of his own ragged breathing filled his ears.

It was exhilarating.

Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside, and the innocence was gone. Replaced by a desire that left him trembling. The feeling of your tongue against his, the taste of you on his lips, the smell of your shampoo mixed with your unique scent—it was all intoxicating.

The movie continued to play in the background, forgotten as you pulled him closer. The warmth in his chest intensified, and Dexter didn't fight it. Instead, he embraced it. He gave in to his emotions and let himself feel.

He didn’t go too far; he knew you weren't ready for that yet. The craving was there, and it was strong, but the moment wasn’t right. Instead, he satisfied himself by touching your skin, mapping out every inch of it, memorizing the way it felt under his fingertips.

And, when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, he held onto you, refusing to let go. His eyes searched yours, searching for something. Anything. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was, he didn’t find it.

He mostly saw fear, anger, and some regret when he had them pinned down beneath him. Of course, that was usually the case with his victims. Fear, anger, and regret were normal emotions—a reaction to being trapped by their own demise.

Having someone look up at him with emotions on the other side of the spectrum was different. Not a bad different, just... different.

Rita had been the first to look at him like that. Lumen did, too, once upon a time. And Lila, well, her emotions were never consistent.

But you? You looked up at him with an expression that was all too familiar and yet not quite the same. Your eyes were full of affection and desire, yes. But they were also filled with something else. Something he couldn't place.

Something he couldn’t understand.

"Dex,” your voice was so soft, a whisper. He almost didn’t hear it, and yet, he felt it. He felt the way his name rolled off your tongue, and it was like music to his ears.

"Yeah?" he whispered back. He didn’t know why he did that; it wasn't like the two of you were speaking in a library or something. Maybe it was the way the light danced in your eyes, the way the colors reflected off the white walls, casting an ethereal glow.

"I didn’t expect you to be… like this," you murmured. You ran a finger over his cheek, down to his jawline. He swallowed thickly. He could feel his pulse quicken.

"Like what?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Not bad," you replied. Your lips curved up, and his eyes were drawn to them. They were red and swollen from kissing, and it was such a contrast to the pale skin of your face.

"You think I'm not bad?" he said, raising his brows. "I'm flattered."

You shook your head. "You know what I mean," you said. "I just meant that you're different than how you come off. I didn’t think you'd be so... bold.”

He snorted. Bold. If you only knew.

"I guess I'm full of surprises," he said, smirking. You rolled your eyes and punched him lightly in the shoulder, only for him to catch it and press a kiss to the back of your hand. It was something he picked up from a movie once, and it seemed to be a pretty romantic gesture. And by the look on your face, it seemed to be appreciated.

You didn't say anything else. You didn't have to. There was nothing else to say. The two of you simply enjoyed each other's company, content to just be together. The movie might've been a failure, but the night wasn’t.

And when Dexter finally left, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Not the type of relief he felt after a successful kill, but the type of relief one feels after a burden is lifted off their shoulders. The type of relief one gets when they are finally honest with themselves.

Rita was gone. Lumen was gone. And although his guilt and shame were still there, his self-loathing and fear were slowly starting to fade away. It wasn't gone, it was never going to be, but it was a start.

A fresh start.

A new beginning.

A new moon.

Yes, tonight was the night that changed everything. Tonight, Dexter Morgan learned that maybe he was more than the monster he thought he was.

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thisstormbringsstrangeloyalties · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Dexter (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dexter Morgan & Original Character

Characters: Original Characters, Dexter Morgan, Debra Morgan, Angel Batista, Meg Winters (Original Character) Additional Tags: expanding on a small detail from a single episode, the writers really dropped the ball on this one, we could have had Dexter be the Kira the world deserves, but nah, also lowkey me living out my fantasies of seeing Joe Goldberg on Dex’s table, it’s what he deserves, (this takes place during season 2 btw)

Summary:

Meg Winters has a perfectly normal life and a wonderfully perfect boyfriend. Until she stumbles across a perfectly dark secret… and now her very life is in danger. No, not from the Bay Harbor Butcher whose waterlogged body of work has just been uncovered. But from something much closer… Desperate for help, Meg reaches out to a new hero in town, The Dark Defender, dealer of deadly vigilante dirty work. However, once Meg puts out a plea to The Defender, she must deal with the consequences, both bad AND good.

#uwu pwease read my Dexter fic 🥺#or at least the first chapter #it’ll be a good one I prommie #dexter #dexter fanfic #dexter fanfiction #the dark defender

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bloodprettybutnottasty · 2 years

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get ready for a Dex/Rita honeymoon fic

#Dexter Morgan #Rita Bennett #Rita/Dexter #dexter fanfic #shameless selfpromo #fanfic

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tote-paint · 3 months

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#eah fanart #digital art #doodles #eah #eah fanfic #apple white #darling charming #daring charming #dexter charming #briar beauty

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vivi-designs · 2 months

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RAVEN AND DEXTER

With lyrics by Conan grey from his new song Alley rose. It’s so Raven and dexter core idc.

ITS LITERALLY THEM. love y’all send me some songs and characters

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dremiru · 21 days

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ok ive seen like five posts here about not finding enough eah chatfics so here we go

eah chatfic masterpost

(these are all the fics i could find on ao3 - if you ever find one thats not on here dm me and ill add it)

• "Grimm is a bitchass motherfucker" by Karmahatesme

• "Be Gay Do Crime" by JooDeeLee

• "Ever After High Text Chain" by YuquisLeftEarlobe

• "These Fairytales are MONSTROUS!" by Emixion | mh/eah crossover

• "Operarion: Apple" by DarlingTheLesbian

• "wonderlanders are absolutely unhinged" by mysolareyesgrowpolarized

• "Kitty Ruins Everything" by DaisyDoo

• "you've reached your destiGAYtion" by curious_chimera (orphan account)

• "It's Not The Chat Fic We Wanted, and We Didn't Need This Shit To Begin With" by Shipping_Sushi

• "HeexTok" by nuclearspiders | mh/eah crossover

• "Monster Ever After" by nuclearspiders | mh/eah crossover

• "gays, homosexuals, gays" by M1NTCHoCoK1tty

• "Chatlog of a Toaster on Fire" by The_Lavender_Creator

• "Ever After Monsters" by urfavtransrat | mh/eah crossover

• "Villainy, in a General Sense" by young_authoress

• "Not really anonymous" by ShyLittle_Frog

• "The 'End the Pining' Project" by MessOfContradictions

• "the words of the prophets are written in gay teenage groupchats" by cherryhibiscus

• "No Hetero" by MangoQueen

• "EVENT PLANNING COMMITTEE" by orphan account

(id tag allthe blogs that asked for this here but i already forgot which ones which so im counting on tags, reblogs, the small size of the fandom and the universe to direct this to them lmao)

heres who i remember has been asking: @smileyfacemojisworld @lionmythflower

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smileyfacemojisworld · 2 months

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Eah Fanfic Ideas

For Mind-Blocks

Dexter and Darling asking Raven to help them switch bodies and their experiences

Dexter and Raven going to a Tailor Quick concert together (/with Apple and Darling as a double date?)

Royals and Rebels switch sides and each character’s experience in the other side

The Hood-Badwolf family having a secret picnic(Hunter and Ashlynn unexpectedly came across them? Or Cedar)

Melody and Justine perform together for the talent show

Adventures of the Trios: Briar, Cupid and Hopper; Daring, Dexter and Darling; Maddie, Kitty and Lizzie; Apple, Briar and Blondie?

A day in the life of:*insert character name*

Duchess’s Journey of finding a Happily Ever After

“Family Moments”

Blondie’s and Cupid’s podcasts collab

COMMENT A SHIP PLEASE AND I WILL LIST DOWN FANFIC IDEAS

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cloudyeventss · 4 months

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I know the show ended 10 years ago but damn I'm really pressed there isn't Dexter fanfics like how could you not love this man ughh

#dexter #dexter morgan #fanfic

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athena-xox · 1 month

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I’m going on a cruise so I’m downloading a whole bunch of eah fics

These are the ones I’ve downloaded already. I’ve alr read them but they might have updates so I figured why not download every single one I’ve subscribed to.

Anyways, does anyone have any recommendations for eah fics on the longer side that aren’t on this list? Because I’m betting I’ll only get 2 hours max of reading out of all of these and I’m gone ten days

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slythepuffle · 8 days

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Here’s a one-shot inspired by @dismissivedestroyer’s Dexter Lives AU! I hope I’m doing it justice. I’m planning on doing one for Tender Treats too if this one does well. Set during Unwanted Guest. TW for Demonic Possession and Demonic Throw-Up

Lila struggled against the grasp of the possessed exterminator, wheezing and gasping as the air was squeezed from her lungs. He was saying something about – Killing her and leaving her alive, somehow – when she heard the door open and she could feel a spark of hope – Maybe this person could help?

“MOM!” her son’s voice cried out, and her hope dropped, replaced with panic. She opened an eye, looking at the door where her son and his friend stood. They were both grinning happily, having not yet realized the carnage inside the house. “Can we–?”

He trailed off, taking a moment to take in the whole scene – His mom, being held up in the air by what appeared to be a floating yellow demon, with broken wood and glass shards scattered across the floor. “Uhhh…”

“K-Kids!” she called, hoping the pause would give them time to go and get help. She didn’t get the chance to, as she was suddenly thrown away as the demon snarled, “You two! You–!”

It went on a rant about being left in the attic for two years – Oh, so that’s what was making those sounds – but she wasn’t really paying attention to it. She was desperately trying to find something that would help – A weapon, a phone, a distraction, anything that could be helpful – when she saw the pieces of her ruler.

She had used it to try and fight the demonic being earlier, but it hadn’t really helped, resulting in it breaking into two pieces. An idea popped into her head, and she hastily rearranged the pieces, whirling back to where the demon hovered over the two boys. She shouted, accidentally interrupting the boys arguing, “T-The power of Christ compels you!”

“We are having an exorcism!” the two boys cheered once they saw what she had made, the argument already forgotten. It was a very badly made cross, both pieces shaking as she held it up in the air. The demon whirled around, eyes narrowed as it considered the terrified woman and her shabby defense.

“You think that’s going to work on me?” it snarled, flexing the dangerous yellow claws at the tips of the gloved hands. Lila, though terrified, glared back, commanding in a less shaky tone. “Get out of that body! It’s not yours! The power of Christ compels you!”

It sneered, advancing on her, before suddenly pausing. It could feel the body’s stomach suddenly churning, an almost sickly feeling rising up the throat. It growled under his breath – So the cross did work. Very weakly, but still. Bah, this isn’t worth it. It needed more strength. Perhaps a new host as well.

It turned back to the two boys, who were happily singing back Lila’s words, unaware of their danger. Both or either would do – They were chaotic little brats that could be useful to its endeavors. They owed it anyway – They were the ones who summoned it, so now they had to be the ones who dealt with it.

The woman behind it was still chanting, using her semi-functional cross as it glared at the smiling, oblivious boys. It snarled and then shot out of the body, a black sludge firing out of the mask’s nozzle and straight for them–

That’s when Dexter woke up.

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Now, Dexter had no idea what the fuck just happened.

The last thing he remembered was being in the attic, preparing a trap for the little pest hiding in the nice lady’s house, when he suddenly turned around and jumped by what appeared to be a red demon.

He was an exterminator, not a priest. The hell was he supposed to do against it?!

Dexter would worry about that later. Right now though, he was focused on the disgusting, sticky feeling coating the inside of his mask and clinging to his throat, choking him. He gasped and heaved, fingers clawing at the base of his neck as he tried to take off his mask. He was able to get it off, and threw it off to the side somewhere, hacking out the sludge-like substance from his throat.

He could feel someone hitting his back, most likely trying to help him out, while also spewing out panicked and hurried apologies. He didn’t focus on that, eyes still squeezed shut, wheezing as he digested the events that had just gone down. The person hitting his back stopped, helping him to his feet and leading him somewhere else.

“I’m so so sorry about that!” Lila continued, her expression guilty as she led Dexter over to the kitchen and helped sit him down in a seat. He continued coughing, listening as she limped towards the fridge and poured a glass of water, pressing it into his hand. “Here, drink this, it will help.”

“Hey, Mom!” a kid in a skeleton costume – Wasn’t it June? – yelled, poking into the kitchen. Another kid poked his head in, this one wearing a pumpkin costume. “Can we watch something?”

“Sure, kids!” she replied, still looking at Dexter with a motherly look of worry. It reminded him of his own mom – Geez, he needed to call her after this, she was probably worried out of her mind. He realized that she was waiting for him to drink, and he quickly took a sip of water, almost sighing in relief as the liquid passed through his throat. Right, manners. He still had those.

“T-Thank you, ma’am,” he mumbled, scratching at his face with his other hand. He felt a bit naked without his mask, but he had no idea where he had thrown it in the living room. She beamed at him and he glanced away, sipping at the water again. “It’s no problem! I hope you’re feeling alright, I really am sorry for what happened, I had no idea that it wasn’t a rat up there–”

“It’s fine, ma’am,” he interrupted, not wanting her to continue rambling. “At least it’s gone now, right?”

She nodded, reassured at the moment, before bustling around the kitchen, leaving him to quietly and awkwardly sip at his water. Well, this was an incredibly weird and rather fucked up day. But at least he’s still alive! He couldn’t wait to go home and–

His vision was suddenly filled with white and orange, two pairs of eyes blinking at him. “Hi!”

“Holy–!” Dexter leaped back, biting back the curse that lingered on his tongue. Children. He didn’t have much exchanges with them and he was a bit wary of interacting with them, more for their sake than for his. Especially given his… thoughts…

He blinked at them, awkwardly silent, and they blinked back, still smiling innocently. “Uhh… hi?”

“Do you want to watch with us, Not-Moloch?” the skeleton kid chirped. He tilted his head, eyebrows creased in confusion. “Uhhh… I’m Dexter. Not… not-moloch?”

“Oh,” the skeleton kid said simply. The pumpkin kid grinned at him. “I am Pump! This is Skid. Do you want to watch with us, Dexter?”

“Uhhhh.” He glanced back at Lila. She still seemed preoccupied, doing whatever she was doing in the kitchen. His eyes darted back to the children, still beaming at him brightly, waiting for his answer. Damnit, he couldn’t say no when they looked at him like that– “Sure?”

The two children cheered, taking him by his gloved hands and dragging him to the living room. He nearly tripped over himself with how fast they were pulling him, and let out a small ‘oomph’ when the two of them pushed him onto the couch. He let them, watching them silently as they took places on the floor to continue watching.

“Hey, Mr. Dexter?” the skeleton kid – Skid – suddenly asked, drawing his attention. “What were you doing in my house?”

“Oh – I’m an exterminator. Your mom asked me to get rid of a rat in your attic,” he mumbled in response, fidgeting in his place on the couch. The two turned to look at him with unblinking gazes, unnerving him slightly, before Pump asked, “How do you get rid of rats?”

Dexter blinked. That’s… not what he was expecting to be asked. “Uhh… Well, before I can get rid of them, first I have to catch them. There are a lot of different ways, but I prefer using insect traps. They tend to work better than the usual mouse traps because of the sticky layer. Makes it a lot harder to move.”

The exterminator’s tone took on a bit of cheeriness as he continued, relaxing on the couch. “I’ll lay them out on the floor and add some cheese to it, to lure the rats in. When they step on the trap to try and get the cheese, they won’t be able to escape, no matter how hard they try. Then I take the rat and I–”

He cut himself off. He was rambling, and he knew if he were to continue he would scare them. He waited for them to go silent, to look away from him and go back to watching TV or–

“That sounds so cool!” Pump cheered, grinning as he looked at Skid, who nodded in agreement with a similar look on his face. “It’s super spooky! What else do you do?”

Dexter stared at them, confused. What? They… weren’t weirded out by it? He scanned their expression again, expecting disgust or worry or something else generally negative, only to see nothing but eager curiosity. They… really weren’t afraid. They were actually excited, judging by their expressions.

He opened his mouth to say something. Then he closed it. Then he opened it again, but was interrupted by Lila coming in. She was smiling, holding a plate of snacks and placing it down in front of them. “Here you are! Sorry for the wait, kiddos. Oh! Dexter, here’s your mask.”

She handed said mask to him, continuing to speak as he absently thumbed at the rubber. “I decided to clean it up for you, seeing as there was still some of that nasty sludge on the inside for you. Hope it helps.”

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he mumbled, briefly peering into the mask. She really did clean it. That was… nice of her. She smiled at him. “It’s no problem! And you don’t have to call me ma’am. You can just call me Lila!”

“Uhh… Alright then, ma– Miss Lila,” Dexter corrected, slipping on his mask. He felt more comfortable with it on rather than off. Even if these people were really nice and actually seemed interested in what he was saying or doing– He abruptly stood up, causing the two kids to look up from their snacks.

“Is something wrong, Dexter?” Lila asked in concern, but he quickly shook his head in response. Putting on a chipper tone, he answered, “Everything’s great Miss Lila! But I’m afraid that I have to go. A lot of jobs, you know?”

That was a lie. This was his last job of the day and he doubted that anyone would need his services this late at night. In truth, he just wanted to go over and analyze the day by himself, without confusing distractions. The children let out a bout of complaints over it, wanting to hear more about his job, but Lila shushed them. “Now, now kids, we don’t want Mr. Dexter to get in trouble, do we?”

Skid and Pump shook their heads immediately. She nodded, and then guided Dexter to the door, digging through her pockets as she did. “Thank you again for your help tonight. I know it wasn’t exactly your normal job.”

She opened up the door and he stepped out, pointedly looking away from the sky. Lila stayed at the door, but offered her hand out to him and– Wow that was a lot of cash. “Here’s your payment!”

“I–I can’t take this!” Dexter spluttered, trying to push it back into her hands. But she shook her head, pressing it into his hands. “Tonight was a lot and I insist you get paid double for your troubles.”

Dexter tried to protest, but Lila wasn’t taking no for an answer, so he gave up. Pocketing the money, he smiled at her weakly. “Thank you for your hospitality tonight, Miss Lila.”

She nodded, smiling. “Of course! If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to call.”

The two kids suddenly popped out from behind her, shooting him wide happy grins.

“Come back soon!” Pump chirped. Skid nodded happily, adding, “Yeah! Tell us more spooky facts next time!”

Dexter swallowed, returning their enthusiasm with a weak grin and nod. “A-Alright, kids. See you!”

He stumbled down to his truck, settling in before driving off with a wave to the house. Today was… definitely something. But, despite the whole ‘demonic possession’ situation, he didn’t mind it. Thinking back on it, the memories of their kindness lingering in his mind, made him smile.

Yeah, he didn’t mind it at all.

#spooky month #spooky month au #spooky month fanfic #spooky month dexter #spooky month lila #spooky month skid #spooky month pump #spooky month moloch #dexter lives au

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happy74827 · 5 months

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Writing for underrated characters can be both rewarding and frustrating.

Seeing comments about how thankful/grateful they are that someone is finally supplying for them is literally enough to make you want to burst into tears of joy.

But, then, you also get reminded that wow… what an empty void. How cruel.

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kooassado · 6 months

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RAVEN QUEEN HEADCANONS : EAH REWRITE AU.

These are some of the headcanons I came up for Raven for the rewrite au. Some might change or not, but I would like to see what you guys think :)

✦ She has natural platinum blonde hair like her mother but she uses magic/ hair dye because she hates it.

✦ Her full name is Raven Ebony Good-Queen. (See what I did there? Heh. No? Sorry.) Ebony is because her mother is simply too obsessed with Snow White, therefore the Ebony, no one uses that name though. The good comes from good-king from her father.

✦ She loves rock and metal. She mainly likes montionless in white, Nirvana, Evanescence and Guns And Roses.

✦ Dexter is the one who got her into Taylor Quick (Swift) and even if she doesn't admit it, she actually loves it. They like listening to it together sometimes while watching the sunset.

✦ Her father is also Snow White's father. That makes the two of them half-sisters. Although, she doesn't know that. Maybe. I'm still deciding on it.

✦ Raven actually has a very light sleep, she takes sleeping medicine to be able to sleep properly, otherwise she would wake up every time she heard a single small noise. (Living with the Evil Queen was not fun) However, whenever she can sleep properly without any worries, she looks like she is dead. Truly, she doesn't move an inch, you can hardly tell if she's breathing. That scared the shit out of Apple one time.

✦ She had a thing with Sparrow in their first year. As much as they acted like they hate each other (they used to), they are actually very good friends and just like annoying each other. Their relationship was basically a friends with benefits thing.

✦ She smokes sometimes when she is feeling very troubled or anxious. Does like some alcohol too but she doesn't usually drinks it. She prefers something strong, but a bit sweet. (All students are either 17-18 here.)

✦ She doesn't like to admit but she is a bit vain like her mother. Evil Queen genes. It's one of the reasons she doesn't like staring much into the mirror, she doesn't want to end up like every other evil queen : obsessed with their beauty. Although, she definitely uses magic on her hair, makeup, skin and overall, she likes taking care of herself, but is careful to never become obsessed with it. Her beauty is on par with Apple’s. (like every other evil queen and snow white.)

Well, these are some of the ones that I came up with. What are your thoughts? Would anyone like seeing Apple headcanons or any other character?

#raven queen #raven queen x dexter charming #eah hcs #eah au #eah fanfic #eah headcanons #ever after high rewrite #ever after high #raven queen headcanons

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bloodprettybutnottasty · 2 years

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Anyone wanna read some Dexter being a worried Dad?

#Dexter Morgan #harrison morgan #Dexter showtime #dexter season 6 #ddk #doomsday killer #travis marshall #my fics #dexter fanfic #dex the dad

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lantanasmuttyfanfics · 21 days

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can you write an evil queen and good king fluff pleasee

i love how you write them!

Heyyy boo boo!!!

Now I know you said fluff but I couldn’t resist adding a bit of angst with them so I hope you aren’t mad.

Anyway hope you enjoy!!!

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The evil queen would never admit how bothered and… insecure she would get when anyone doubted her relationship with the good king.

She would always hear whispers in the hallway, murmurs of people saying that the only reason someone like him would be with her is because she spelled him.

Those sort of words had her burning in anger, but a part of her did understand why they said what they said. Who could really believe that the Good king would date the evil queen out of free will.

But that was the reality, in fact she remembered the first time they met and talked. It during a stormy night were she was planning on cursing some potions in Baba Yagas classroom to chase mayhem.

But on the way she stumbled- literally- into the good king who was plagued with some sort of insomnia. After that they started to talk and see each other more and more until he asked her out.

At first she said no. How could she go out with a guy like him, but jealousy got the best of her when a certain princess started to show interest in him.

And so when they were alone on one of their usual meet ups, she pulled him in my his shirt and smooshed their lips together in a kiss so passionate that it took minutes to catch their breath.

Ever since then they’d been dating and having regular dates that he (with a lot of insistence) would always organize.

So here she was now, in her dorm late into the afternoon as she got ready to meet him for a “very special surprise” as he said that morning.

The evil queen was honestly embarrassed with the amount of effort she was putting into looking her best, but just because she was the destined evil queen didn’t mean that she couldn’t care about how she looked.

Little Red tho was finding highly amusing as she looked at her roommate fuss over which crown to wear. “Red. What do you think, purple mayhem or black soul?”

She switched the crowns on her head showing the one person she could honestly call a friend. Red rolled eyes fixing her hood “I think that he will not care and you’re going to be naked before either of you notice each other appearance.”

The evil queen waved her hand making Reds hood fly of her head before she picked the black crown up and adjusted it on her head.

Sighing she looked at the clock and just as she did a soft knock on the door rang about. She did a final once over before quickly opening the door to come face to face with the good king.

“You look gorgeous. As always.” She smirked and accepted the black dahlias he was holding. “Mhmm you don’t look like a troll anymore! Congratulations.”

He grinned at her as he softly leaned down and gave a peck to her cheek. The evil queen flushed and turns away as she put the flowers in the nearest vase she could find.

They didn’t say anything else to each other as she took his arm and followed him down to where he planned their date.

“Sweetheart before we get there you’re going to need to close your eyes.” She looked at him suspiciously but none the less closed them. Latching on to his arm as he led the way up some stairs.

As he lead them up, the good king started to doubt. What if she didn’t like her surprise? What if she thought it was to… princessey?

He shook his head and let out a deep breath before he positioned her in front of him and opened the door. “Look around sweetheart.”

She held in a gasp of awe as she saw the once astronomy tower now turned into something out of a wicked fairytale. Black candles with purple flames light the room along with the shine of the crescent moon.

On the ground lay a deep amethyst blanket filled with a basket of what looked to be her favorite deserts. She would never admit it, but she did have a sweet tooth for a destined evil queen.

Sometimes she even thought befriending the witch from Hansel and Gretals stories just so she could steal the treats that she made.

Next to the blanket was also two small poofs with fine silver embroidery of small crowns and vines interwoven with them.

The good king stared at her for a long time analyzing her expression as she took in the scenery before her. He held his breath as she turned to him with a glint in her eyes.

“My my… you really have outdone yourself.” The evil queen wrapped her arms around his neck as she fluttered her eyes up at him. He gulped laughing awkwardly as he refrained from looking at her.

“You don’t think this is to much?” Her only response was to raise one of her sculpted brows up at him as she gestured to herself.

“Nothing is too much for me.” He chuckled at her words but still sighed out in relief as he lead them to the poofs.

Ever the gentleman he offered his hand for her to sit and very uncharacteristically she accepted. Maybe it was because he had weaseled a soft spot in her heart. But she’d never admit that.

The good king soon sat beside her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as he started to pour some berry drink into two glasses.

The small talk and ease of conversation flowed out naturally between them, as if it was their destines to be together. Even tho he was the good king and she the evil queen.

Two complete opposites that had against all odds… fallen in love with each other.

The thought made the evil queen pause and turn to look at his handsome face. With bright eyes and smile to match.

As he noticed her staring he gave her a oh so charming smile, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. The expression had her pause again and her insecurities to consume her.

The good king noticed her sudden change in attitude almost immediately, having being tuned into her emotions since before they started dating.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He tucked a lose peace of hair behind her ear, at the action she nearly jerked back but refrained at the last moment.

“… do you think we’re to different?” She didn’t know what prompted her to open up in the first place. Maybe she was loosing herself in him. He gave her a questioning look, not being able to wrap around in his mind what she was saying.

He couldn’t. Not when she was this captivating in the glow of purple flames.

“I just- I’m supposed to be the evil queen. You’re supposed to the good king. We don’t make sense.” Everyone was right. She wanted to say the last part out loud but something prevented her.

The good king was now very much confused. Maybe it was because none dared to let him hear the gossip and rumors about him and the evil queen. But he just couldn’t understand where this was coming from.

“Sweetheart l don’t care what we’re supposed to be. If it’s true love then that’s all that matters. Where did you even get these ideas?”

The evil queen shook her head and let out a bitter laugh. “True love… yes true love that means that there is a princess out there that is meant to be your good queen.”

He froze at her words his chest tightening in pain. “Even if there was such a princess. I’m not in love with her, I’m in love with you.” He tried to grab her hands but she pulled away.

“But that doesn’t matter at the end of the day right? Because after graduation I’m going to poison Snow White and your going to rule as the good king. You can’t have the evil queen by your side to do that.”

He gripped his hair in frustration before standing up and pacing around. Silence filled the room and the evil queen thought that he had finally come to realize what she meant.

But then he suddenly shouted “fuck destines and fuck tradition! I’m in love with you and if my future subjects can’t accept that then… then I’ll write my own destiny!”

The evil queen couldn’t hold back her shock at his outburst. “You don’t understand sweetheart. You are the only one for me and you always will be. Even if you poison Snow White and try world domination.”

Against everything that the evil queen had learnt in her life she started to cry. She wasn’t crying because she was sad or angry, she was crying because she couldn’t believe what was happening.

She always thought that one day he would wake up and realize how different they were. How little sense they made, how fucked up this was. But here he was wearing his heart out for all to see.

The good king fell to his knees as his saw the unshakable evil queen sobbing in her hands. His mind was reeling, he couldn’t believe himself. How could he cause her to cry? How him who he proclaimed as her true love and not all those other people that hated her just for her destiny.

“Sweetheart I’m so sor-.” She cut him off as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face nuzzling into him as she sniffled.

They stayed like that for a while, comforting each other in the only way they knew. And as the minutes ticked by the evil queen started to think.

Maybe she could accept love in her life. If only it was for him.

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As always I hope I delivered what you asked for!!

Now I know where Raven got her ‘write my own destiny’ shit if her dad is willing to do so for her mother.

In all honesty tho, I do wish we saw him at some point in EAH episodes or specials. I think it was such a waisted opportunity to bring him in for the dragon games

Anyway what do you guys think about me writing a little red x big bad wolf fic??

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