cadnis oneshots so i can get some f*cking sleep

heaven, hell, and in between

hello everyone happy halloween! i hope it's fun and safe for all of you who celebrate and a great day for those who don't :)

now welcome to our special halloween fic woooOoooOOOOOoo spooky kinda

i think i only need one tw for this one but it's very overarching so uh. welcome to me breaking my "i will never kill them and have them stay dead" rule!!

i've said for years that the day i kill one of my characters and they stay dead is the day you all know i've been replaced by an evil clone BUT ITS STILL ME I SWEAR. i found a loophole!!

BUT in this people die of all sorts of causes at all ages from all backgrounds so if you're at all sensitive to that kind of thing this is maybe not the fic for you!! and as always if there's anything else please let me know so i can add it to the list :)

happy halloween and enjoy!!!

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Janis gasps as her eyes snap open.

She's standing. Did she pass out? Surely she should've been lying down. How did she get here? And where is here?

She's in the middle of a field. The grass beneath her feet is lush and green, a bit damp from a fresh rain. There's trees to one side and a road to the other, and she can see houses in the distance, just barely.

A small crowd of people stand a ways away, huddled together and looking at the ground. They're facing away from her, but Janis figures they might be able to tell her where she is and how she got here. Something, at least.

Their clothes give her pause. All black. Janis slowly walks closer, tilting her head to look at a different angle.

She can hear someone speaking as she gets closer.

"...As we commit your body to the earth, may we commit your memory to our hearts. May your legacy inspire those here today and those beyond..."

Oh shit, I'm crashing a funeral, Janis thinks to herself. She freezes in her tracks so she doesn't disturb them any further.

She's at least ten feet away, maybe twenty. Maybe more. She continues watching from a distance, looking at the group of mourners.

Her brow furrows when she recognizes one. Mom?

Little by little, she realizes... she knows all of them. Mom, dad, her little sister. Grandparents. Aunts. Uncles. Friends. Well, acquaintances, more like. Teachers.

Why wasn't I invited?

She figures since she knows them, they probably won't be too upset if she joins in the grieving. At this point the odds are she probably knows the person who died.

She comes up behind her mother and winds her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder. Her mother gasps, and rests a hand over her heart as she starts sobbing. Her father puts an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm comfortingly as she cries into his shoulder.

"I felt her, Luca," she whispers as the preacher continues his speech. "She's here."

"Sorry, mom," Janis murmurs. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"She'll always be here," her dad whispers into her mom's hair.

Janis frowns as they simply ignore her. I guess I can't expect them to notice me right now.

She steps around until she finds a good spot to watch from. She settles her bare feet in the grass and looks up, feeling her heart drop in her chest when she sees the photo, propped up by an easel with a wreath of purple flowers around it.