REDACTED ASMR ONESHOTS

Trick and Treat

Spirit!Freelancer
Haunted house visit
First meeting
An AU that instead of empowered, fl is a powerful spirit in a house that the boys decide to explore

"Cmon Lasko, you'll be fine, I swear, you can hold my hand if you want.. i-if you don't find that weir- ." Lasko shamelessly and immediately grabbed Huxley's hand, going through the next door, the house was old, and dusty, empty bottles showed that curios teens had found a hangout to sit and drink without having the cops called, but the boarding of doors shows that they were trying to keep people out.. or something in
The house was 3 stories, shown to have been built in the Victorian Times due to the hidden rooms, old furniture that was practically falling apart and the old designs on the carpet, there was holes in the top story's floors and writing on the walls, numbers, Snapchat  the classic "call me" on the damp dry wallpaper that was faded and ripping away, the stairs groaned as they 3 walked up the stairs, they heard a sudden rift and a familiar incubus appeared "exploring? Without me-? Oh you break my shallow heart dears-"
"G-Gavin?! How did you know we- we were here..?"
"I didn't..  you see i usually hang out here when I'm bored.. there's a lovely spirit that lives here, and I'd be lying if I said there weren't gorgeous"
"Spirit Gavin? Seriously? Lasko is already freaked out enough.. you don't need to cause more havoc" Damien snapped at him, a noise could be heard from upstairs, that made Gavin smirk, and Lasko tremble.. "Its just Pigeons dude..look" they saw a flock of pigeons fly threw the roof, Lasko sighed, but the relief was short lived by when the sky grew darker, it was only 4pm.. Huxley checked his phone and watched as the numbers rapidly changed to 12:00.. "we've got to leave.. now- look whatever we are working with it-"
The sound of a heavy front door closing and locking was all that was heard from down stairs, everyone froze.. apart from Gavin, who had a knowing smirk. A sinister psychotic laughter echoed through the house and rapid footsteps grew closer and closer.., everyone huddled intogether and closed their eyes, then.. a normal chuckle came from right infrom of them, they sky slowly grew lighter and Huxley's phone read 4:30pm "you should've seen your faces" a person, who looked practically see through, was standing right there, their eyes looking tired and dark, but their face looked practically lit up, they looked pale and sickly, but..  Still vibrant, their clothes signified they'd been around a long time ago, but they didn't look like they'd aged at all "...wh-what the fuck-?" Damien managed to sputter out "this my dear friends is Y/N, They're an empowered from a long time ago"
"...what are you,? Because I don't know of any empowered could do that-"
Y/n smiled sheepishly "oh.. hehe- its a thing that comes with being a spirit, I was a freelancer..  I think- fhats what you called them, being a spirit can give you different magic based on what kind you are.. im a mix- between a mischief spirit and a vengeful one.. d-dont worry- im not actually as vengeful as you think, basically all I do is scare people shirtless out of this house.."
Lasko spoke up "i-if you don't..  uhm.. mind me asking- why, why are you vengeful?"
"Oh.. Good question, back in Victoria Times empowered were more uncommon, not rare.. just not as common as they are now, there was more fear that went into empowered as at that time they believed that we were curses.. given why so many women were burned or killed after being accused of witchcraft, all empowered were in hiding..  even from each other, one day.. I snapped- and threw someone across the room, I went into hiding and locked myself in my house.. an empathy daemon kept me company, but one day the house was set ablaze by a mob, it was clear they didn't want me here.. but when I looked outside, I saw my best friend and parents out there.. yelling the loudest- sooo that's why I'm vengeful, I'd let people take a rest here if they genuinely need it, like shelter or a place to hide, but usually I scare others who are just curious out.. since I've been here I've been working on my illusion magic" they smiled as they explained, scratching the burns on their arms "i know Gavin because of said empathy daemon.. he isn't around anymore.. because of uhhh another demon but Gavin showed up here needing shelter, and a distraction from what happened.. so I did a bit of magic that resembled him, just to lighten him up a bit, he's been calling here ever since, he only seen me properly last year"
Gavin looked at a wall, trying to hide his embarrassment of having a soft spot, the 5 talked about empathy demons, how y/ns life is here, and about general stuff

"Hey.. you've been scratching at those marks alot.. are they- burn marks? Sorry that's sounds so rude dude" Huxley asked
"Yeah they are, they itch alot"
"Can I.. can I touch,,? I think I have some magic in mind that can sooth them, its completely fine if that makes you uncomfortable you don't have to-"
"Yes.- you can touch them- and before you ask yes I am tangible.. being a spirit means you can phase through walls, be invisible and all that, so basically your hand could go through me, but if I please I can undo that, if I feel safe enough.. so uhm yeah.. you can touch them" Huxley placed his hands on their arms, closing his eyes and feeding some magic through them, they didn't go away but it felt like there were never there, Huxley said he'd been trying this life thing in his class to hear dead plants, he thought it could be a good idea to try on y/n

Hours passed by and it was almost 11:00, y/n sighed as they looked at the time and said thats they all should leave, this house is a resting place, that also means spirits, and don't take kindly to humans, they looked sad but smiled as they waved them all goodbye.. surprisingly Damien shook their hand and thanked them, Lasko smiled and patted their shoulder, Huxley bear hugged them and Gavin gave a slight bow of respect before they left

"...goodbye my friends, I hope to see you again soon" they murmured to themselves, before disappearing to the attic

In the attic was a an old creaky double bed, a clothes with deteriorating and untouched clothes, an old carpet in the room, a window that was barricaded and a seemingly dead cat, that lay limp, they presence seemed to awoke the ling as it meowed, is call raspy and old, the cat had been torn into by flames, its ribcage showing, missing an eye and an ear, its somewhat still long and tatty. The res of the body was fine an untouched, like it had died still soft, y/n chuckled as they welcomed the cat with open arms. It jumped into them, nuzzling into their chest, purring.. sounded more like a low growl but y/n understood what it was, the cat was one of the only things they had left, bar their new friends that probably wouldn't come back.. what if they did?

Part 2?

(I've been thinking about making this into a book series but I don't want it to flop, so I'll be showing the first few chapters here and if you guys like it, ill make a book with it, it'll be like redacteds non cannon romances, you get a scenario with each of the boys, slowly your relationship build up<3 lmk if you'd been interested)