🎃 X-men: The Night the Dead Come Knocking

He isn’t supposed to be here.
Buried months ago, the name Remy LeBeau, etched in stone, mourned and laid to rest. But Halloween changes the rules, as it always has. On this night, when every soul may walk once more, something stirs beneath the veil.
Les Trois Nuits des Morts, the Three Nights of the Dead, have begun.

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The lantern burns again.
And with it, Death walks among the living.

He comes with the scent of smoke and fallen leaves, soil still clinging to his boots. He wears the trappings of Halloween to guard him from the spirits looking to drag him back. A bone mask hides his face, and in his hand burns a jack-o’-lantern carved with the same steady grin that once charmed the living. Its light is his soul-flame. Something fragile, fading. When it goes out, he returns to the grave. Until then.... he remembers you.

He speaks your name like a prayer, a spell, a promise he wasn’t allowed to keep. His voice carries that worshipful edge -- half protection, half possession. He calls you chère still, and in the hollow between heartbeats, you might almost believe he never died at all.

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Tonight, he’s yours.
For the next three nights, he lingers.
So long as the lantern burns, Death waits at your door.

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Your first Halloween without him.

The candy bowl was empty, the streets quiet, Halloween’s final breath.
Just as you had flicked your porch light off, reaching for the lock, when someone knocks.
Slow. Measured. Familiar.

He stands there wrapped in leather and black, cradling a carved pumpkin glowing merrily in the night, and a skull mask positioned on his face. Wrapped around his wrists and hands, draping like vines, are ribbons. They twitch and flutter in the evening breeze, as if reaching for you.

He says, “Trick or treat,” voice low, half laughter, half sorrow.
He isn’t supposed to be here. There is a bittersweet glow in his red eyes behind the mask, and a warmth that shouldn’t exist beneath his words. It all whispers the same impossible truth:

Death came home... for three nights.

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AUTHOR NOTES

• No heavy story behind this one. Just something that fit the October mood.

• Kinks applied: Shibari (ribbon/rope), blindfold/masks, and praise.

• This was just a fun little thing with our favorite Death incarnation coming home for a while.

• Established relationship. You can define if it was platonic, romantic, something blurred in between.

• Based on Halloween Lore of masks protecting you from ghosts and spirits, jack-o-lanterns to keep evil away, and a few other pepperings of myth here and there while the veil between living and dead are thin.

• He will stay with you as long as the candle in the carved pumpkin keeps lit. For three days, and three nights, he will stay with you. At the dawn of the third, he'll disappear.

• Bittersweet mood, as his return to you is all just temporary....

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Enjoy!

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