Yes, yes, something IS horribly wrong. You’re being bewitched, STOP EATING THE DAMN FRUIT.

DON’T EAT THE FRUIT NICK.

An out-of-the-way little market Nick can’t remember he found out about, that no one ever goes to? I smell trouble.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

Goblin Markets

Waldsterben, Ch. 1: Goblin Markets

“Their fruits like honey to the throat, but poison in the blood,” she whispered. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you.”

Shout-out to My Misguided Fairytale, who very nicely asked if I would consider her fic for Ficblog Friday way back at the start of the summer. When I was deciding on what to do for the last Ficblog Friday before the premiere, these just seemed to set the perfect tone. Filed under horror, so reader beware!

Trigger/content warnings for tonight’s reading include non-consent and forced cohabitation (via magical coercion), horror, death, and blood (specifically, drinking it).

Good evening, Grimmsters. And a happy early Halloween to any of you who celebrate it!

I myself do, so in honor of my all-time favorite holiday, I have selected a particularly…spooky set of one-shots for the final Countdown to G-Day ficblog.

Are you ready?

Well that wraps it up for tonight, Grimmsters! Tomorrow’s chosen fic will either be “Those Things Without Words” by MonsterTesk or “Drifting in Shadows, Waiting for the Storm” by Macx. Ooooor I have a few one-shot recs in my inbox that I might just do all at once. We shall see!

Until then…keep Grimmdom weird!

Aaaaaugh this is so saaaaaad. They’re both trying so hard. I need to go watch The Muse again just to feel better.

Poor Juliette. It WOULD be overwhelming, the notion of this great love looming over your head that you can’t even begin to understand.