I went and skipped ahead a fair few amount of days. I'm sorry, I had an idea for this prompt and I had to. Not like it matters. :3
30 Day OTP Challege
Day 18: Doing something together.
This is NSFW, and gets darker than I originally intended. I regret nothing. But hey, you get some sex to soften the blow!
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"It's not a good idea, Hana. I don't even understand why you'd want to see them."

"I want to see if anything's changed in the past six years."

He tossed his staff back and forth in his grasp while he sat back in his chair by the fire. "You're supposed to be dead. You were supposed to be buried. How do you think they reacted when they saw your body missing from those that were supposed to be six feet under and rotted?"

I felt a little sick. "Please don't be that colorful."

He shifted in his chair. "My apologies. I forget that you would have no fond memories of that day." He gripped his staff and stood with its support. "You'll find nothing good by going back there. Don't do that to yourself. Sometimes it's better to let go of the past."

"I just want to see. I don't want to do more than that."

"And if you're caught?" He straightened his spine, reaching an intimidating height. "They'll do worse to you a second time around, especially when your corpse up and ran off." He must have sensed my intimidation and he shrank some. "They hanged a witch and her dead body would be up running around staring at them six years later. They'd do horrible things to you if you were caught."

I still held firm. I knew he was telling the truth. It would be bad if I were caught, especially with how I looked now. Once I had pale skin from staying indoors most days, long dark hair, and light brown eyes. I had the same face shape as ever, but I don't know how well I could be recognized with the dark skull markings on my face. "I know the consequences."

He pressed his lips together, looking me over. He sighed. "I don't understand why you're so willing to go back."

I dropped my gaze, rubbing at my arms. "Despite everything… they're still family. They're all the blood I have in the world."

"If this is because you haven't gotten pregnant yet, there's other ways to—"

"It isn't that. I only want to know how they're doing. As for that…" I held my hands steady and turned away to the bed. "We've been trying for a year now. I don't think it will happen. Not with my cycles nonexistent." I sat on the furs that made up his— our— comforter. "I know you want children. I do as well. I just don't think I can provide that anymore." I pulled my legs up and crossed them.

"If that is the situation, then there's nothing that can be done." He stood in front of me, leaning his staff against the wall. He made me look up at him. For all his rough and nasty appearances, it still amazed me six years later that he could show me a face not many have seen from him. He gave me a genuine smile, despite the sadness hiding behind his eyes. "You may have no other blood in the world, but you do still have other family."

True we hadn't married, and probably never would, but his words did hold truth. I don't think I could have ever called him my husband. I didn't need to though. He already acted the part when he wanted to. I smiled back. "I know I do, Oogie. I need to do this. I need closure."

He sighed again and let go of my chin. "I should have expected as much. Whatever happens, do not get caught. You're on your own for this."

"I'll stick to the shadows." I stood and moved around him, standing on the cast shadow from his chair.

"Fight or flight, Hana. Do not forget."

I nodded and sank into the shadow, summoning Hessian as I went. We entered the Void, and I took one of the paths that I knew would lead me close to the old village. The whole time we traveled the Void, my heart pounded against my chest. My throat went dry. I was anxious and scared. I wasn't sure what to expect. When Hessian leapt through the exit, we emerged into a dense forest, still dimly illuminated by the setting sun. A nearby river broke through a bird song.

Hessian trampled a few of the green bushes, tossing his head. I don't like it.

"I know. But I have to do this." I swung off his back into the dimming green. Fireflies broke through the twilight hours, snatching my attention while I grabbed Hessian's reins and pulled him forward. I passed by the lake I had stopped at and was told my new purpose. Where my new life began. No spirits roamed the woods then. It wasn't close enough to All Hallows. It was closer to Bunnymund's time of action.

I took in my surroundings as the sun faded to nothing, immersing the woods in absolute darkness lit only by fireflies and my eyes. Not even the moon was in sight tonight. The sky was just as dark as the forest. I stopped short the moment I heard music coming from the village. My heart skipped a few beats. I swallowed hard to steady my nerves, but it couldn't be done. "What the hell am I doing?"

Hessian nudged me closer to the sounds. Get your closure.

I bit my lip and nodded. I slowed my pace considerably and walked towards the village, keeping to the outskirts. Any time a person came too close I fled into the shadows and waited for them to pass by. I wasn't sure if they could see me, but I didn't want to tempt fate. I watched from the shadows as life continued on as if nothing had happened six years ago. Children that were children then weren't children anymore. There were new children here and there. Parents that I once did trades with ushered their offspring into the homes while the men went to the tavern to drink and talk about the day.

Nothing had changed.

I looked around and froze as my gaze fell on the gallows. The rope still hung menacingly back at me, and my throat and wrists began to burn. Even after six years, the gallows still stood as a reminder. I had no trouble remembering. I took another steadying breath and returned to my original destination.

I stopped again as my old home came into view, lit by the fireplace inside. I could remember every nook and cranny of that place. Every spiral the wood made. I could even remember the secret compartment in the floorboards of my room where I kept trinkets I would receive from Paul, or things that I would find in the woods. I wondered if they were all still there.

I crept up to the back window, the one that faced the forest. I knew that it would give a clear view to the interior, and so I could see inside again. My breath hitched as I saw nothing had been moved or shifted. My father's favorite chair still stood by the fire, my mother's right next to his. I frowned as something seemed off. Toys littered the floor, my old toys from when I was a young girl. What would they be doing out?

My heart broke when I saw my parents emerge from their room, a smaller human in between them. They all seemed so happy. The child between them darted forward and began playing with old blocks of mine. He seemed content with life. He didn't know they once belonged to another child. I looked back to my parents, and they looked happier than I had ever seen them while I was alive. "They replaced me…"

I almost jumped out of my skin as a hand found its way to my shoulder. "I tried telling you no good would come from this." I looked back to see Pitch looking in on the same family, his face neutral.

"You knew."

He nodded. "I visit here often enough. Your mother became pregnant not long after I found you. She gave birth to the boy the following August."

Which meant she wasted no time. I curled my lip in disgust at the happy scene playing out before me. "So my father made sure to knock her up immediately, is that it?"

"So it would seem. I'm not a voyeur. I couldn't tell you details. I only know when I came by four months after I found you, she was starting to show."

I tried my hardest to keep my face straight, and I knew I was failing. I had never been so disgusted before. "And Paul?"

"I make sure to scare him senseless every time I'm here. He's taken to filling married women's beds when their husbands are away."

I couldn't help the laugh that passed my lips. "And they called me a witch." I crossed my arms so I wouldn't do any damage to anything around me. "I was put to death for not believing in their God, and yet look at them."

"You're better off. Come home."

I couldn't. Not yet. "If they want a witch's curse, they'll get it."

Instead of pushing me to turn away, he smirked. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"

I met his smirk, my tongue between my teeth. "I can do all sorts of things with the Boogeyman's help."

"You could, if I were willing to help." I cocked a brow at him and he rolled his eyes. "I didn't say I wouldn't. You'd never let me forget turning my back on you if I did that."

My smirk only broadened and I poked at his chest. "You be your fine ass I would. So, what do you think?"

"Once they retire for the night. Once everything stills and darkens, that is the best time to strike."

It was when you wanted no margin for error. When you wanted to scare someone to their early graves. Everything had to be perfect, and mood was a large part of it. "Unless it is one of the rare things they've changed, they usually retired a few hours after sunset."

"What of you?"

I let a smile slip and a soft huff leave my nose. "I was awake all hours of the night. The creaking of moving floorboards would keep me awake some nights. When they came, they came from the shadows. I wonder why that is."

He gave an innocent shrug. "I couldn't say. Homes decide when they want to shift."

I glanced back into the old house, my smile fading instantly. "We have some time before they will put the boy to bed and go to sleep themselves. We should find something to entertain ourselves."

I didn't even have to look at him to know he was grinning. "There are a few things I could think of." He turned me around and lifted my chin. "Do you remember a spell I taught you a few years ago? To mute your voice to all humans?"

"Of course." I narrowed my eyes in irritation. "You made sure I learned the spell by taking me in public where we could easily be caught. Knowing full well I still hadn't mastered it."

"That's the one. Cast it."

I frowned and summoned shadows to my fingers, feeling it begin to tingle. I held it to my throat for a moment, stifling giggles at the slight tickling sensations. I brought my hand down again void of shadows. "What difference will it make if anyone hears us? We can slip into the Void to get away before they found us."

"That isn't my plan, love." He took my hand and put it to the front of his robes, letting me feel how hard he was getting through the fabric. "I think you know what I mean."

I grinned and purred, switching my demeanor instantly. "What is it you have in mind, Master?" I gripped him around the soft robes and his pants.

He hissed between his teeth, his lips pulled back still. "There was a thing we did when we were angry with our parents when I was an adolescent."

I laughed. "You were a boy once?"

"Hush. When our parents were out or completely unaware, we would have sex on their beds."

I didn't know why, but I was instantly turned on. "Oh? And I'm assuming you did?"

"A few times. Even though I was human once, it doesn't mean I was any less kinky than I am now." He frowned. "No, that's a lie. I was actually less. Still in control, but it was less."

I leaned forward, pressing my chest to his. I noticed his gaze flicker. "I would imagine you'd be less dominant. I can't imagine you as a human using tentacles and shadows to hold a woman down and fuck her blind."

"I had to use whatever I had at the time. Usually belts. Less fun that way." He chuckled. "I wasn't aware I've made you blind."

"On several occasions." I felt heat rush between my legs and I rubbed my thighs subconsciously together. I bit my lip. "So, about that old custom of yours…"

His wicked smile returned. "What about it?"

"Our voices are muted to humans… and they won't be sleeping for a long time yet."

He cackled as I straightened. "You really do hate your parents right now, don't you?"

"Let's just say that if I were a witch, I would have burned the house down by now and fled off into the night on my broomstick cackling like a madwoman."

He snorted, most likely at the image I had created. "Fair enough." He took my arm and sank into the shadows, reappearing in the house. I was grateful I had put the spell on when I did because he brought us out right behind all of them. A startled shout left me that would have alerted them had they been able to hear me. He flinched. "Must be a little off tonight. Distracted. Which one is theirs?"

Honestly, seeing them in their cozy little lives up close, my anger only boiled more. I solidified my decision when the boy knocked over my old blocks and laughed. "Second on the right." I watched through the shadows while they rose around us. My father turned around at the last second, and I noticed him look twice. Knowing we had startled him earlier made me feel a bit better. My eyes quickly adjusted to the sudden darkness of their room. As I looked around, nothing of the layout had been altered. The bed sat against the wall, framed by two side tables. My father's bookshelf took up the other side of the room, still as messy as ever. He would never notice when I would steal one or two to read at night while they slept.

I saw him curl his lip as he saw the furs. "I suppose they'll suffice."

He threw me off guard as he caught my lips with his, making me lean up just a bit to reach him better. He took the opportunity to unfasten my slacks while he turned us around. His deft fingers worked the knot out of them, pulling the laces apart torturously slow, shifting his lips at the same pace. He wasn't one to be gentle unless he had a reason to. It was nice to slow down every once in awhile. He broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. Once he started shifting my slacks down my thighs he trailed his lips along my skin as well.

His hands trailed up to meet his tongue halfway and he nudged my belly, making me step back. My leg pressed into the bed and my knees buckled instantly. He knelt between my legs and pulled my boots off. "Lay back." He pulled the slacks all the way off, leaving my black stockings in place. He seemed to like them, as did I, though for different reasons. The moment I was free of them he pressed his lips to my thigh, making me shiver. I expected him to bite at any moment at each kiss, but he didn't. As he came closer and closer the heat came back and a whimper left my throat. He was teasing me and he knew it. My head fell back in frustration.

That was when he trailed his tongue across me, making me twitch and grip the furs. He did it again, pulling my clit between his teeth. His lips surrounded me, kissing me, driving me mad. I writhed under his touch, and I'm not sad to admit this, I was more turned on than I had been in my life. The risk of being caught, knowing just what they had done to deserve this, it only made it feel better than it did before. I rolled my hips against him, not able to keep still any longer. I moaned and called for him. Usually this didn't work to get me off, but it was working that night. I leaned up on my arms, a shock running through me as I saw him genuinely interested in pleasing only me. I bit my lip as he glanced at me and his wicked smile returned.

His clothes vanished from him as he retracted the shadows himself. He spread my legs and pushed them back, moving to kneel on the bed. Instead of pushing himself inside as he normally did, he bent over me and kissed me again, sending my head reeling at the passion he put behind it. I ran my fingers down his back, feeling his muscles taut from holding himself up. Without breaking our kiss he shifted his hips, brushing over me. I gasped and pulled back as he dragged his cock down my clit. "It's not too late to back out of this. Wouldn't want to do anything to your last remaining blood."

I sneered at him and raised my hips, forcing him inside me a bit. "Blood doesn't mean everything."

"That's all I need to hear." He moved to hold on to my hips, forcing them back down with him still inside. He rolled his hips into me, pushing farther. I always loved how his hands wrapped around my waist so well. He kept a slow rhythm, trailing his fingers over my ribs and my breasts. I gasped as he slipped in more and a low growl came from his throat.

He couldn't keep his slow pace for long. Gentle long strokes became harsh and short as he held my hips in place. I couldn't breathe as I squirmed beneath him, clutching at the furs, my moans coming out in sharp cries. He wasn't quiet in the least bit either. I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling him shift for better balance. He immediately went deeper, making my moans come out in short breaths. I came as his pace started to falter and he gave a few harsh jabs, feeling the pleasurable tingling sensation all over my body.

He slowed down, letting us both catch our breath for a second. I reached up and pulled his lips to mine. He answered with a deep growl and a small twitch of his hips. He rolled us over, holding me up while I moved my legs.

He wanted me to do the rest. I held myself up on his chest, rolling my hips against him. I kept my focus on him to keep myself from remembering anything pleasant about the room. Despite his sinful grin, his eyes were hooded and his lips parted slightly as a moan left him. Just watching the muscles in his neck work made a shock of pleasure hit me.

"I can't last much longer, love." His grip on my hips tightened for a moment but I was relentless.

"Is my Boogeyman about to come?"

"Shi… yes. Keep going." His jaw went slack a bit as I tightened around him. He let out a low, satisfied growl. "Fuck, Hana. You really are into this."

"Shut up." I shifted my posture to lay over his chest so I could silence him with kisses, and to keep myself from screaming.

He took the hint and held on to my ribs, fixing his own posture. He adjusted and started to take me slow again, shifting all the way in and pulling almost completely out. I met his strokes, feeling them slowly pick up in pace. We moaned into each other's skin, ignoring the sounds we were making besides the ones that mattered. He jerked and let out a breath of a moan through his nose. He broke our kiss and outmatched my pace. He pulled sharp breaths through his nose as he made my mind go blank, letting them out as soft curses. My nails dug into his hair as I came hard. He cursed and pulled out, spilling onto his belly as his chest rapidly rose and fell. He went still for a moment, and I was scared that we had been heard. His head suddenly tilted back and he put his arm over his eyes as he laughed.

I frowned and leaned back on him, still straddling his hips. "What?"

"I'm just amazed you were willing to do this."

My jaw dropped. "Were you trying to cross another place off your list?"

"Possibly."

"Pitch Black, you impossible man!"

He scoffed and dissolved into the shadows, reappearing beside me while I fell slightly onto the mattress. It was his way of clearing off afterward if he didn't have access to a cloth. "It was your choice. Not my fault you're so wicked."

"See, there's where you're wrong," I countered, getting up to gather my pants and shirt, throwing the latter over my head and forcing my arms through. "You taught me all you know, which led me to here." I pulled the slacks up. "The rest was me." It was my turn to freeze as I heard movement in the cabin. We had taken a bit longer than I had originally expected. I didn't bother shoving my red shirt into my pants. "Oh hell."

His clothes reappeared while he got off the bed and grabbed his staff. The footsteps approached the bedroom and we both vanished into the shadows. I bit back bile as I saw my parents close up for the first time in six years. My mother still had her charcoal colored hair, though a bit more grey streaked through her bun. Her hazel eyes had a bit more lines to them, as did her face.

My father actually looked younger than he did. His overall aura looked brighter than it must have been when I was human. I would never be able to compare it. But it was true. His brown gaze looked that happiest I had seen him in almost fifteen years. He tended to the fire while my mother pulled the furs and sheets down on the bed. If I had been corporeal at the time, I would have smirked as she pulled the blankets up to her chin, completely unaware her supposedly dead daughter and her lover had defiled it just moments ago. That was when I realized something. I had never put my boots back on.

My father turned and frowned, looking at said boots. "Strange. I've never seen these before."

My mother's brows furrowed and she sat up while my father held up the boots by the overturn. "I haven't either. Elliot must have found them and threw them in here earlier."

"Only logical explanation." He dropped them by the fire, and I almost thought he was going to burn them.

I saw my mother bite at her lip, a habit I noticed with distaste that I had inherited from her. "You realize what tomorrow is, right?"

He stiffened and glared at her. "Don't you dare bring her up again, Martha. I won't hear it. She got what was coming to her."

"I know she did. Something went wrong. Her soul was just blackened by a demon. She held her head high when she turned her back on God. But… her birthday—"

"Doesn't exist. She never existed."

The words still stung to this day. I started to regret the choice to go there.

"Thomas. We do need to go to the grave to pray for her."

My father scoffed and retreated to the bed. "What for? There's no body in there anyway. Was taken off. Most likely some animal found her amongst the dead and made better use of it than taking up soil."

A glass vase my mother had kept since she was a little girl shattered and I drew my attention to it, just noticing an absence in the darkness of the shadows. The two startled and my mother put a hand to her chest. Before she could ask what happened, the fire flared up and then dimmed to almost nothing. Nails scraped across the window pane. Metal dragged over the wood. The air grew cold.

"Such a shame you think that." Even after six years, I still wasn't used to his warped, disembodied voice. "Tell me again, what are the teachings of your God?" The way the warped voice echoed in the room was unnerving even for me.

My parents both stumbled out of bed, trying to find the source of his voice. "Get out demon, I'm warning you," my father said, pulling a sword out from under the bed. "This is a sacred house. I won't have you defile it with your evil."

He cackled, making even my shadow form want to shiver. "I thought I was evil. I thought I was the worst being on this pathetic planet. It seems even after thousands of years I can be proven wrong. Your soul is darker than mine, Thomas, and that is saying something."

He continued looking all around while my mother knelt next to the bed praying. "I'm warning you."

The shadows swirled around him and plucked his sword from his grip. They then bent it and snapped it like a twig. "Now, who is this woman you so strongly despise?"

His lip curled and my mother's praying stopped abruptly. "A mistake I made over twenty-six years ago. One that turned away from the teachings of God and tried to lead a good man down the path of sin. She was a demon. She wasn't my daughter. She hadn't been for a very long time. We're all better off with her dead. Who knows who else she would have tried to corrupt?"

I think we all were startled when he was thrown back into the opposing wall by apparently nothing. I still kept to the shadows while my mother scrambled to her feet to stand by his side. "Thomas!"

"And you, Martha was it? What do you think about your daughter?"

She didn't answer right away, and I felt nothing but anxiety. Did she regret it all? She pressed her lips together before looking around the room. "She wasn't our daughter any longer. She was a witch, a sinner. She spurned God and so didn't deserve the life He gave her. We're making amends. We have Elliot."

The warped, inhuman growling that followed terrified even me. I had never seen him this angry before. "A new child will never make amends for your sins!" He formed before my eyes, tendrils snapping from his body. His cold expression sent fear through me. "There are far worse creatures out there than your demons and the devil. You don't ever want to make those creatures angry." He pointed at my father with his staff. "However, you've made that mistake and made the Boogeyman very livid." The shadows beneath my parents came to life as Pitch raised his hand up slowly. They lifted them up, holding them back against the wall. "If she did not deserve the life she had, then what makes you any better?" He arched his fingers into claws, tightening the shadows. "Do you feel it? That exquisite fear? It's the sweetest I've ever found. The fear of knowing you will die." His form started to slip. "Let's draw that out and have a bit of fun, shall we?" He drew the shadows apart, pulling on their limbs as if they were being quartered by horses.

I couldn't take it. I emerged from my hiding place and held on to his outstretched arm. "That's enough. Please, Pitch." I looked at him as he looked at me like I had two heads. "You're right. I should've have never come back." I swallowed around a lump in my throat. "Let's go home."

"After everything they said—"

"After everything they said, it's clear I never belonged as it was. Let them go." I stood back, forcing the tears back. "Or you'll be no better than them."

His lips pressed into a thin line. After a moment he sighed and released his grip on them.

"It can't be."

I looked at my father, ignoring the shock on both of their faces. "I see nothing changes around here. I think I've made the most drastic change of them all. You know, with the whole 'hanging around' thing. That one that you cheered on for fifteen minutes."

"You are a demon."

"No, I'm a Spirit. Different species entirely." I felt my fingers playing with each other and I forced them apart. "I don't know how long I was dead, but I've been alive for six years. In a way. I've been living with Pitch the whole time. He's been teaching me how to survive, how to use the abilities granted to me." I could see my father getting angrier, and that only riled me up further. "I know I wasn't the best daughter to you, but I still am your flesh and blood."

He recoiled as if I had slapped him. "Get out. You're not welcome here, dead or alive, demon or spirit or whatever you are. You strayed from the path. You don't belong in the village. You and your demon… whatever he is, go back to where you came from."

Pitch stepped forward, surprising even me. He jabbed my father in the chest, and his height grew a bit. "You listen here, you worthless excuse for a human. I have seen your kind evolve over the years, yes, evolve, not suddenly appear with pixie dust or whatever it is you believe your God used to create the world. I've seen death, war, famine, things that would plague your dreams for the rest of your lives." His eyes narrowed, and his gaze grew so cold I almost shivered. "She has more courage than anyone I've ever known to come back here to worthless excuses of parents, just to give you another chance. And you threw it away. You threw away a chance to have your daughter back. What kind of father would do that?" When my father didn't answer, Pitch grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall, lifting him up. "What father would scorn his only daughter and send her to the wolves for slaughter?"

I touched his arm and his jumped as if I had shocked him. "Put him down."

He seemed to realize what happened and shrank to his normal height, setting my father back to the ground.

"The second chance won't ever happen." I shrugged, making it seem like it wasn't tearing me apart. I glared at them. "May your God help you if Elliot strays from the righteous path of your Lord." I looked to my mother. "I'm just sorry you two felt that way about me that you'd go and let your only daughter be killed to make a point. You get your wish though. You'll never have to see me again." My boots dangled in front of me from one of Pitch's tendrils and I grabbed them as he put a hand to my shoulder. "We'll leave you to your empty, shallow lives." We sank into the shadows, though I paused halfway through. "Oh, and by the way, we fucked on your bed. Enjoy that knowledge."

I relished the horrified glances they gave us as we vanished, reemerging in the woods where I had left Hessian. The horse looked up from grazing with Onyx, looking on in interest.

I frowned as Pitch walked away, past Onyx. "Oogie?" He paused and I swallowed, still feeling a lingering fear for what he was capable of. "Thank you for everything. You didn't have to stand up for me like that. They weren't worth it."

He was quiet for a moment, and I could see his fingers twitching as they rested behind his back. "A father should never turn his back on his daughter. No parent should," he added.

"I should have listened to you."

He chuckled and finally looked back to me. "Listen to yourself. I didn't lie when I said you had courage for doing what you did. How many could say they would try to make amends with those that helped kill them?"

I flinched and looked away. "It was pretty stupid… I just hoped they had changed. That they had…"

"That they had regretted their decision," he supplied for me and I nodded, finding a painful lump in my throat again. "Humans are spiteful creatures. It doesn't take much to make them hate someone, even their own blood. They're easy to manipulate. They love to shed blood, no matter how much they deny it. They crave controversy." He caught my gaze. "Blood isn't always someone's top priority."

"You say that as if you know a thing or two about it."

"I do. I have for the past six years."

My blood ran cold as Onyx stood beside him, nuzzling his arm. "Oogie…"

"We should head back. Unless you want to help me tonight."

I nodded and smirked. "And I know just where we need to stop first. Luckily, we're in the neighborhood. We should drop by and say hello. I mean, I can't let you have all the fun with my ex."

He met my grin as I slipped my tongue between my teeth. "You naughty little minx. I believe I have just the Nightmare for him."