#Fall/October Writing Prompts

[king-galaxius]

Fall/October Writing Prompts

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

🎃⁀➷ 31 days, 31 spooky prompts for Whumptober *ੈ✩‧₊˚🕷️🍂

1. ❝ don’t look, try not to show any fear as I tell you this, but I think that pumpkin behind you is alive, and it’s looking at us. ❞

2. ❝ please, I’m not crazy. that scarecrow is alive and it’s trying to kill me. you have to believe me. no one in this town is safe! ❞

3. ❝ you remember that body that was admitted to the morgue last night? the one that has human bite marks that looks nasty infected on the arm. yeah, well, this is going to sound insane, but it’s gone. the body’s missing. ❞

4. ❝ babe, you’re dead. this is the afterlife. we’re all ghosts here. ❞

5. ❝ do not come out of your room when it’s nighttime. no matter what you hear, you must stay in your room throughout the night. ❞

6. ❝ the bats, they’re biting and killing people. we have to run. now! ❞

7. ❝ is that a person sitting on the tree branch? why is she smiling like that? what’s wrong with her eyes? oh my god, she’s crawling down. oh my god, she’s crawling towards us! ❞

8. ❝ you haven’t heard of the blood moon curse? you must be new here. ❞

9. ❝ if you hear a voice calling your name from the woods at night, do not answer. ever. ❞

10. ❝ I got bitten, and I need you to kill me before I turn and become like them. please promise me you’ll kill me before I hurt anybody. please don’t let me be like them. ❞

11. ❝ no, don’t make eye contact with it. keep on walking, but do not run. ❞

12. ❝ there will be a ritual tonight and they will use you as a human sacrifice. you have to get out of here. ❞

13. ❝ shhh, she can’t see us, but she can hear us. be quiet. ❞

14. ❝ what do you mean the doll is alive? it’s just a doll. ❞

15. ❝ one of us is possessed. there’s one way to find out who. ❞

16. ❝ we’ve been walking in circle. we’ve walked past this house before. you see that lady in the window staring at us? she was also there the last time we walked past her property, staring at us through the window exactly like this. it’s like she hasn’t moved at all. ❞

17. ❝ you need my blood to stay alive. drink it. drink. or you die. ❞

18. ❝ I think there’s someone living in the walls. I can hear them breathing at night. ❞

19. ❝ this is a mistake. we should never have come here. the myth is real. we’ll never get out alive now. I’m sorry. gosh, I’m so sorry. ❞

20. ❝ if you see the shadow, you only have 3 days left to live. ❞

21. ❝ are those claw marks on the trees? they weren’t here last night when we set up the tent. ❞

22. ❝ I don’t think the blood on his clothes is fake, neither are the human organs in those jars. we have to get out of here. ❞

23. ❝ I’ve seen it all. the devil is real. it’s too late now. all of us are going to die tonight. ❞

24. ❝ they are not a cult. they’re my family. I’m not being brainwashed. let me go. let me go! ❞

25. ❝ what did you just inject me with? what’s in the syringe? what’s in the fcking syringe?!! ❞

26. ❝ those blood, it’s still fresh, meaning whoever — or whatever — killed it is still around. we have to keep moving, and we have to keep quiet. ❞

27. ❝ she doesn’t like her dolls to speak at night. if she hears your voice after 8 o’clock, she will rip your vocal cord out. ❞

28. ❝ there’s something in the mist. if you breathe, you die. ❞

29. ❝ look at me, hey, look at me, these people, they look like your friends and they sound like your friends. but they’re not your friends. your friends are dead. we cannot trust anybody. ❞

30. ❝ don’t get too close to the water. the fairies have very sharp teeth and strong grips. ❞

31. ❝ be careful in the full moon night. just… be very careful, alright? ❞

TAP HERE FOR; 31 DAYS, 31 TROPES FOR WHUMPTOBER

[iamktb206]

Would any fellow writers and/or poets support me in creating a prompt list for the entire month of October? It would be parallel to “Inktober” (which is for original artists), but our ink would obviously be words from original writers!

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

For anyone who's searching for new cute words to use in you autumn themed fanfics, here ya go🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

[crockettmarcel]

Baking

“You’ve got leaves in your hair.”

“What are you reading?”

Local bakery

Black cat

Thunderstorm

Exploring a graveyard

“Here, take my sweater/jacket/coat.”

Big family dinner

Coffee date

Blackberry picking

“Your hands are cold.”

Back to school/university

"Are you scared?"

“You look cold, do you want a hug?”

“I bet you can’t catch a leaf.”

Wearing someone else’s clothes

Fall-mark AU

Trick or treating

Cabin retreat

Apple picking

Pumpkins

“You’re soaked through!”

Warmth

“Pumpkin spiced latte, please.”

“You think anyone’s ever died here?”

Crunching leaves

“It’s sweater season!”

Carnival

Watching scary movies

Halloween party

[poetryorchard]

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[aeonianarchives]

Handholding

Fotfictober Prompts: 5 - Handholding

Summery: A shy Lindir holding your hand after he comes to the realization after his confession to you that you are courting

Character(s): Lindir, Elrond, Reader, Glorfindel, Elladan

Pairing: Lindir x Reader

Reader Pronouns: He/They

Lindir hid his face behind the book he was taken to Elrond, as you came around the corner talking with your brother Elladan, he tucked himself into a servant corridor instead of using the main corridor, he sighed as he removed the book from his face, his cheeks where flustered red.

It had only been a few days since you had accepted Lindir's confession which was admittedly an accident since he was singing below your room his confession not realizing you were in he thought you were on Patrol with Gildor and Elrohir, now every time Lindir saw you or your name was even mentioned he got shy and flustered.

You were the son of his lord, not just that you were an ellon, while relations with the same sex were not looked down upon Lindir always had that little voice in the back of his head telling him it was wrong to like Ellons most probably from his parents before Lord Elrond showed him kindness and allowed him to stay in his realm as his assistant, did he really have a right to like one of his sons.

"There you are" Lindir jumped and turned to the voice he sighed when it was only Glorfindel.

"What do you want" Lindir said as he started making his way to Elrond's office

"You seem to be extremely on edge around Y/n what happened with you and him" Glorfindel said following Lindir

"What no, nothing happened with Y/n" Lindir said Glorfindel hmmed in disbelief

"Really you don't sound that convincing" Glorfindel said

"Why would anything happen with him, I haven't seen him recently" Lindir said

"Because you are avoiding him, look Lindir, I know that it is not my place to interfere in what is going on with you and him but, every time some mentions him or they are in the room, you get flustered and turn into a stuttering mess and all that confidence I helped you with completely crumbles, I would say you are in love with him, just confess to him, I am sure he also likes you, he talks fondly of you" Glorfindel said

"He does" Lindir questioned the lord, he had only admired you from afar before he accidentally confessed his love to you, Lindir was always to shy to even talk to you he almost exploded with embarrassment every time Elrond told him to give you a message.

You had managed to finally catch Lindir "Meleth why have you been avoiding me, have I done something wrong, have I upset you" you questioned Lindir worried, Lindir couldn't quick walk away from you, you would just worry even more.

Lindir looked away trying to hide his blush his hand brushed against yours and he took one of his fingers in his you looked down in curiosity as he intertwined his hand with yours.

"You haven't done any thing wrong, your perfect as always, I- am just overwhelmed" Lindir said

"You could of told me Meleth why didn't you" you questioned Lindir looked to you, you had a puzzled expression on your face

"What if you were mad, what if you didn't like me and just agreed due to pity, what if" You stopped Lindir

"I would never be mad at you Meleth, I love you for who you are, and you are a overwhelmed, shy, flustered, cranky, introverted elf and I love every aspect of your personality" you told him

"But" Lindir said

"No but's Lindir, you cannot convince me that I do not love you for every part of you" You said

"Even my freckles" Lindir questioned

"Especially your freckles they are like little constellations, like Varda took all the stars from the sky and painted them onto you, they make you even more perfect" you said squeezing Lindir's hand in reassurance, Lindir looked from your intertwined hands to your face, you gave him a smile.

"Gi melin Meleth nin Always and forever nyello nin" You said pressing your forehead against his

"Really" Lindir asked unconvinced

"Really, I will be your knight in shining armour hmm should i get shining armour do you think that would blind my enemys and cause to much of a distraction for them to notice me" You questioned

"Please don't you would be to noticeable so they would all go after you" Lindir said you chuckled

"I was joking do you know how ugly that would look, I have some fashion sense" you said Lindir hmmed

"I highly doubt that all you were is hunting gear even in war, you worry me a lot, you have armour and yet you never wear it, it's the recipe for death" Lindir said

"a small price to pay for good fashion" you replied

"No I would much rather you have no taste in fashion and wear armour to protect you then to not wear armour and say it is not fashionable and die" Lindir said

"I wear it some times, I need new armour mine doesn't fit well, it keeps rubbing and gets soar" you said

"I'll get you a new set of armour" Lindir said going to walk to the forges he only stopped when he was stopped he looked back to see you were still holding his hand, he blushed as he realized how long you both had held hands for.

"And that's how I fell over into the pound" came your brother Elladan's voice

"Your an idiot you know that" Elrohir said, you looked to the corner the two were turning around and pulled Lindir into you hiding your intertwined hands, your brothers stared at you both.

"Have we interrupted something" Elladan questioned you looked to Lindir to realize you pulled him so close he was only centimetres from your face, you looked back to your brothers to see Elrohir pulling Elladan back the way they came.

"Leave Y/n alone" Elrohir grumbled, you looked to your hands and let go of Lindir's who took your hand back and his other arm which rested on your chest due to being pulled into you tightened around your robes, you looked to Lindir with a questioning look, his blush had returned and an even deeper shade of red going from the tips of his ears to his neck, Lindir moved his head upwards and pushed himself up onto his tip toes and pressed his lips to yours.

A million thoughts where rushing through Lindir's head, what if you didn't like the kiss you stiffened and held his hand tighter when he had started, how long should he kiss you for, should it just be a quick peck, you where courting, but this was public what was the right PDA Lindir was never taught it before so he didn't know, Lindir was slightly shocked when he felt a tug on his hair but you had melted to his touch and the kiss, he backed away from you looking at you, as soon as he backed away you had let go of his hair.

"Did we just" Lindir questioned in slight panic and shock

"Yes yes you did" Lindir jumped to the voice attempting to get away from you but you just held his hand tighter stopping him from doing so, Lindir squeaked seeing his lord.

"You both might want to do that behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, you are lucky no one came down this corridor and this bit of it has no windows, but next time you could be not as lucky, I am glad for you both and Lindir welcome to the family now, but next time do that in private I don't want Glorfindel to come squealing to me like a little girl that you both had finally started courting" Elrond said

"Of course Ada" you said awfully composed for just being caught, Elrond picked up the book Lindir dropped when you pulled him in, and walked off back to his study, Lindir had a deep blush on and he hid his head in his hands

"You distracted me to much from reason" Lindir sighed before he bid you good bye with a very shy peck on the cheek, the rest of the day Lindir saw you, you had a smug little smile on your face and your spirits where high.

Elvish translation:

Ada - Father

Gi Melin - I love you

Nyello Nin - My singer

Meleth - Love

[astr0disiac]

TIANAMI TUESDAY HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!!! UPDATES EVERY TUESDAY IN OCTOBER!!!!

in terms of October, I do want to post daily but I'm not sure what I should do yet. i'm not a huge fan of kinktober i did it for the views and that's why i never finished tbh so i'll let yall vote for me bcs i'm so indecisive.

MISTY q&a is still open as well!

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT AS ALWAYS!

-astro <3

[ravpocalypse]

LGBTQ+ Fanfiction Writers Club Fictober Prompts 2023

Each quarter, my LGBTQ+ Fanfiction Writers Club puts together a list of seasonal prompts. This is a multifandom, multiship event. Anyone can participate as long as they follow our very short list of rules:

1. Fics written for these prompts should be rated Teen and under as this is designed for students ages 13+. Adults are welcome to participate but please keep prompt responses rated Teen and under. 2. Fics written for these prompts that contain any content included in the Archive Warnings (Major Character Death, Non-Con, Graphic Violence, or Underage) must be tagged with those Archive Warnings. Please do not use "choose not to use archive warnings" - you must tag any Archive Warnings. 3. Do your best and have fun.

Our Fictober 2023 prompts are live and ready to go!

ghost photography | “Seven ghosts are following you through the leaves.”

harvest moon | “And the stars are twice as bright.”

spice | “It’s finally pumpkin spice latte season!”

rats | “Please can we get one?”

cold | “Can I borrow your jacket?”

latte | “You talk like my mother”

log cabin | “Really, we’re staying here?!”

tradition | “I know.”

plague doctor | “Where are the rats in hats coming from?”

leaves | “And they crunch”

halloween costume contest | “And the winner goes to…”

spooky movie | “If you get scared, don’t come crying to me.”

gaming | “You’re weird”

very into halloween vs. scared easily | “What do you mean that’s cute? It’s dead!”

phobia | “You know I can’t.”

handmade | “Ouch!”

overstay | “We can’t only eat pumpkin pie forever”

cuddles | “I’m eeby.” “That's cringe.”

falling | “Your hair’s gotten long”

jack o’ lantern | “Sooo…what’re we gonna use the rest of the pumpkin for?”

summoning | “You misspelled the ritual, didn’t you?”

monster | “I told you to not create things you can’t control!”

stargazing | “They’re not as beautiful as you”

hoodies | “I’m starting to think you even shower in that thing.”

s’mores | “Do you know how to build a campfire?”

abandoned ren faire | “Is that a dead body?”

cursed | “Is this normal?”

tired | “I’m just resting my eyes.”

possession | “Is that grandma up on the ceiling?”

ghost roommate | “Oh come on, man!”

first snow | “What do you mean it’s snowing?”

You can share your works in our AO3 Collection.

[tookishcombeferre]

trees do not sway

feet from pathways;

darkness shrouds

travelers as thunder

crashes and boasts

feats of strength.

leaves falling like fireworks

pool in crimson and gold

puddles like bloody

treasure and chests

swung wide open.

twigs and brush

build pirate ships,

swinging from masts

sheets for catching wind

waves yawning wide.

the pirate coat never

comes. for voices rising from

high branches crow’s nest, are

not heard on land. silver has

no voice in a boat rowed out

to sea.

“a pirate ship made of leaves” - Pip B.

(based on the prompt “walks in the forest”)

[nonchalantnightowlsworld]

31 Prompts for October: Horror

Day 2: Hospital/Medical Horror

The Diagnosis

Dr. Lee was a brilliant neurosurgeon, but he had a dark secret. He enjoyed experimenting on his patients, altering their brains in subtle ways to see how they would react. He would implant electrodes, inject chemicals, or remove parts of their cortex, and then observe the changes in their behavior, memory, or personality. He kept meticulous records of his experiments, but he never shared them with anyone. He considered himself a pioneer of neuroscience, and his patients were his guinea pigs.

One day, he received a new patient, a young woman named Anna who had suffered a severe head injury in a car accident. She had a fractured skull, bleeding in the brain, and swelling of the tissues. She was unconscious and in critical condition. Dr. Lee saw this as a perfect opportunity to test his latest hypothesis: that he could create artificial memories by stimulating certain regions of the brain.

He took Anna to the operating room and performed a craniotomy, opening her skull and exposing her brain. He then attached electrodes to various parts of her temporal lobe, where the memory centers are located. He used a computer to send electrical impulses to the electrodes, creating patterns of activity that mimicked the formation of memories. He fed Anna false information, such as her name, her family, her occupation, and her hobbies. He also implanted some disturbing images, such as scenes of violence, torture, and death. He wanted to see how she would react when she woke up.

He finished the operation and closed her skull. He moved her to the recovery room and waited for her to regain consciousness. He was eager to see the results of his experiment.

A few hours later, Anna opened her eyes. She looked around the room, confused and scared. She saw Dr. Lee standing next to her bed, smiling.

“Hello, Anna,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I’m Dr. Lee, your neurosurgeon. You had a serious accident, but you’re going to be fine.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital. You’ve been here for a few days.”

“What happened?”

“You were in a car crash. You hit your head very hard. You don’t remember?”

Anna tried to recall the accident, but she couldn’t. She felt a surge of panic.

“No,” she said. “I don’t remember anything.”

Dr. Lee nodded.

“That’s normal,” he said. “You have some memory loss due to the injury. But don’t worry, it’s temporary. Your memories will come back soon.”

He lied.

He knew that Anna’s memories were gone forever. He had erased them and replaced them with his own creations.

He decided to test her further.

“Do you remember your name?” he asked.

“Anna,” she said.

“That’s right.”

“Do you remember your family?”

She hesitated.

“I have a… husband?” she said.

“Yes,” he said.

“And a… daughter?”

“Yes.”

“What are their names?”

She frowned.

“I don’t know.”

Dr. Lee smiled.

“That’s okay,” he said. “You’ll remember soon.”

He lied again.

He knew that Anna didn’t have a husband or a daughter. He had made them up.

He continued to ask her questions about her life, her work, her hobbies. She answered some of them correctly, but most of them wrong. She was confused and frustrated by the gaps in her memory.

Dr. Lee pretended to be sympathetic and reassuring, but inside he was delighted by his success. He had created a new person out of thin air.

He decided to push her further.

“Do you remember this?” he asked, showing her a picture on his phone.

It was one of the images he had implanted in her brain: a man being tortured by a masked figure with a chainsaw.

Anna gasped and recoiled.

“No!” she screamed. “What is that?”

Dr. Lee watched her reaction with interest.

“It’s nothing,” he said calmly. “Just a random image I found on the internet.”

“Why did you show me that?” she asked, trembling.

“I wanted to see if you recognized it.”

“Why would I recognize it?”

Dr. Lee shrugged.

“Maybe you saw it somewhere before.”

“No,” she said firmly. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

She lied.

She had seen it before: in her nightmares.

She didn’t know why she had such horrible dreams every night since she woke up in the hospital. She dreamed of blood and pain and death, things that she had never experienced in real life. She dreamed of being chased by monsters, being stabbed by knives, being burned by fire. She dreamed of killing people she didn’t know, people who begged for mercy as she sliced them open with a scalpel.

She hated those dreams. They made her feel sick and guilty and afraid.

She didn’t know that those dreams were not dreams at all. They were memories.

Memories that Dr. Lee had planted in her brain.

Memories of his other experiments.

[thepenultimateword]

Helllooo!

So, my requests for longer works are still closed (I finally have time to write again so hopefully I’ll get something’s done soon) but I really want to challenge myself to create a set of of fall/spooky/Halloween prompts for the month of October. One for every day! So if y’all have anything in that genre you would like to see a prompt about, send it my inbox! A prompt for a prompt if you will 😆 It can be a word, a dynamic, a theme, etc. Try not to make it as detailed as you would for a snippet request because once again, these are for Prompts, so coming up with the premise or scene is my job 😁

Anyway, I look forward to what you’ll send and I’ll start posting prompts on October 1st!

[poemsbysafia]

Out of all the places that I have lived in

your heart feels the most like home♡

[ventebleck]

INKTOBER DAY 3: PATH

Running in the cold autumn, my lungs hurt, and my bones ache. I felt the contrast between the coldness of my surroundings hitting my body, with the hot blood of my wounds. I didn't know if I was going to survive, but I wanted to.

I wanted to live.

I could still hear the yelling. I could smell the fire. I could taste the desperation in the voice of the victims, begging to their captors, knowing damn well they were just wasting their breath.

I tried to fight, I tried to protect my people, but it was in vain. I was not strong enough, not fast enough, not brave enough. So I ran.

I knew I was being followed. I knew I did not have much time. My legs were falling me, and sooner or later I would stop, and they would catch me.

I was slower, I was weaker. I needed to think of something.

With the few forces that were left on my body, I sprinted as fast as I could until I found a small river. I jumped across, and kept on running onto the thick forest in front of me.

I lost all my energy quickly after that, and I collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. I expected the barbarians to find me, to hear their weapons, and to feel the cold steel on my skin.

But that never came. As I laid there on the forest ground, trying my best to get my breathing under control, I saw that I was alone. Around me only trees gave me company, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of wind through their leaves.

When I finally got up, I examined my surroundings with more detail. I realised then that the trees surrounded me in a circle—I couldn't see where I came from. The river was not far away, and yet I could not see it or even hear it anymore.

Then I took a step forward, and I froze in fear. When I walked, the trees in front of me disappeared, and new ones appeared behind me, maintaining my body in a perfect circle of vegetation.

I didn't understand what was happening. Was I dead? Was I in purgatory? Did I hit my head when I collapsed on the ground, and I was dreaming all of this?

Even though the space around me before the trees prevented me from seeing further away was fairly large, I started to panic. I felt trapped, confined in a green enclosure.

My adrenaline kicking in, I started running once again. I was changing directions irrationally, feeling like I was going insane.

“Please!” I begged, looking up at the blue sky, “Let me out of here! Anyone!”

I fell on my knees, desperation creeping in. What was better, to die from a gunshot or via starvation? At least the first option was faster, right?

Tears were falling down my cheeks. I felt bleak, desolate, depressed…

Until I wasn't any more. I was still crying, but I felt the sadness stuck in my throat, without being able to express it. My mind was calm, fully alert on my surroundings; It felt like I was forced to feel at peace, not able to express anything else.

What the hell was going on?

The trees in front of me began disappearing, creating a small trail. I got up, the tears still flowing, unable to stop myself as I move forward.  As I walked, slowly this time, I could see how the grass began slowly fading into a stone road, that I didn't notice before.

With my mind calm, I could even see faces in the trees. Faces hidden, and not entirely human, but something told me that it was okay, that they were just curious; and against my better judgement, I moved forward.

I don't know for how long I followed that path. I just know that at what point, my tears dried, and this weird, unfamiliar peacefulness faded slowly, until my own calmness took control. It was also dark—I could already see stars and the occasional peek of the moon through the clouds.

During that time, those faces got closer a couple of times, empowered by my compliance, and then I could tell that they were everything but human. Four long limbs, and an even longer body. A smile that never left their face. Long, white hair and big, yellow eyes that, sometimes, were the only thing you could see between the trees.

I believed that they could sense my feelings. When they got closer the first time, not even the powerful feelings of composure could subdue my growing fear, and once I started being afraid, they disappeared, like they weren't there in the first place. Maybe that's why I couldn't see them before.

After a couple more tries, I was calm enough for them to finally get closer. They just looked at me, like they had never seen a human being before. Then, they got back to look at me from the trees once again, their eyes never leaving my side.

I arrived at what it seemed like the end of the path. It just abruptly stopped, and grass continued on like nothing. I felt confused for a moment. Perhaps I should've gone the other way around instead?

Before I could turn the other way, one of those… creatures, got closer. It was bigger, slowly walking towards me, almost slithering. Their limbs reminding me of the hind legs of horses, but without their hooves—It just stopped at one point, like four stump legs.

Once the creature was in front of me, they got their neck down to look into my eyes. Their smile was bigger, with more teeth than the other ones, and I smiled too, feeling more awkward than scared.

When I did that, the creature's smile got even bigger, but this time it felt genuine. The creature then turned around, and started to leave. I noticed how the trees didn't mysteriously move any more. Whatever strange occurrence was happening before no longer applied.

I thought about going back to my village, or whatever was left of it, but I knew that there was nothing or no one left for me there. In the best case scenario, I would find empty streets, and I would have to rebuild the town alone—in the worst case scenario, the barbarians would still be there, and I would be killed on the spot.

The big creature was still moving, all the other ones following it, finally not looking at me. I knew then that they were trying to get me there—that they were guiding me, but to what?

I looked at the ground. The stone path stopped, and in the grass now you could see the stomprints of the creature.

I looked ahead, and I followed them.

[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

These Autumn Days are Drifting by Like Falling Leaves

31. Trick-or-Treat

Based on this prompt list

AO3

Happy Halloween!! 

_____________________________________________________

Mari 🌸: be there in two 

Mari 🌸: 5 tops!!!

Mari 🌸: almost there!!!!!

“I’m so sorry I’m late!”

 She looked up from her phone at the sound of Marinette’s gasping voice. Marinette was scrambling awkwardly across the gangplank, dodging trick-or-treaters and party guests as she went. In her fairy costume, she was a pink blip in the sea of costumes. And she didn’t miss the way Marinette’s cheeks flushed the same pink as her dress as she waved at Luka. Just like she didn’t miss the way Luka’s smile turned dopey, and his gaze lingered on Marinette even as he dropped candy into the pillowcase one of the trick-or-treaters was holding out.

“I am so sorry I’m late! But I wanted to make sure your cake was perfect! And happy birthday! And Halloween!” 

She chuckled as Marinette enveloped her in a somewhat awkward hug, given the bakery box she was holding. “Thanks. I’m glad you made it.” 

“Of course I made it! I wouldn’t miss it for anything!” 

She couldn’t stop the smile from slipping across her face at Marinette’s cheerful insistence. “I should take the cake down the galley. I don’t want it getting crushed before it’s time to serve it-“

“I’ll do it!” Marinette chirped. 

“But-“

“It’s your birthday.”

“You sure?’ 

“Juleka!” She had barely turned when a mass of rainbow glitter glomped onto her. “Happy birthday, bijou! Hi, Marinette!”

“Thanks,” she murmured, biting down a grin—one that she would never admit was similar to Luka’s Marinette grin—as she pressed a kiss to Rose’s freshly dyed rainbow hair.

“Hey, Rose! You look great! And yeah, it’s no problem. Besides, it’ll only take a couple of minutes. You go have fun.” Marinette was gone in a blur of pink skirts and shimmery fairy wings before she could protest further. 

She turned to smile down at Rose, in all her rainbow, sparkly, unicorn-mermaid-fairy-princess glory. “You look great.” 

Rose beamed up at her. “And you look beautiful. Like a real queen!” 

Warmth filled her cheeks as her smile crept further across her face. “Thank you. Marinette did a great job with it, didn’t she?” she asked, stepping back to give a little spin to show off the glittering black gown. Marinette had gone all out of the costume she had made for her; she truly looked like the Queen of Darkness.  

“She sure did! You want something to drink?” 

She nodded, then threaded her fingers through Rose’s. Together they wove through the crowd, complimenting and having their costumes complimented as they went. They had only just made it to the refreshment table when she heard her name being called. 

“Hey, Jules!” She turned just in time to see Luka emerge from the crowd. “Do you know where the extra candy is? I’m fresh out, and there’s another wave of kids coming.” 

“Oh, it’s-“ 

She stepped on Rose’s foot to cut off her words and, then as subtly as she could, kicked the box of extra candy further under the refreshment table. “It’s down in the galley.” 

Luka gave Rose an odd look, then shrugged. “Thanks.” 

“But…” He was gone before Rose could say anything. Turning, Rose frowned at her. “Why did you tell him it’s down there?”

“Because Marinette is down there.” 

Understanding dawned on Rose’s face, “Oh…” a cheshire grin spread across her girlfriend's glitter speckled face. “So it’s a trick?”

“Or a treat, depending on how you look at it…” 

[lemonlillybee]

Peter Parker’s Spooky (and Spoopy) ABCs Masterlist

Peter Parker’s Spooky (and Spoopy) ABCs - Read on AO3

A is for Apple

B is for Bats

C is for Costume (art)

D is for Decoration

E is for Eerie

F is for Festival

G is for Ghost

H is for Haunted

I is for Invisible

J is for Jack-’o-Lantern

K is for Kitten

L is for Leaves

M is for Movie Marathon (art)

N is for Night

O is for October

P is for Pumpkin Patch 

Q is for Quarter Moon (art)

R is for Raincoat

S is for Spider

T is for Trick-or-Treat

U is for Urban Legend

V is for Victory

W is for Webs

X is for X-Ray (art)

Y is for Yummy

Z is for Zombies

Bonus: Sweater Weather (art)

Bonus: Petey the Cat

Bonus: Potion

Bonus: Nightmare

Bonus: Happy Halloween (art)