#Fantober2020

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fantober 9: baking

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[fantoberink]

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Day 29: Soulmates

Soulmates

The Darkling x reader

Word Count: 729

Everyone had a name scrawled across their wrist, one that belonged to the person with the other half of their soul or so the myth told, in a color that somehow represented that person. The name appeared on a person’s arm when they turned eighteen, whether or not the other person was even born yet. Granted, such cases were rare, but it’d still been recorded to happen. It was old news, something that everyone and their dog knew. 

What was strange was the name that appeared on your wrist when you came of age. ‘Aleksander Morozova’. Such an odd name for someone. Especially when one considered the fabled Morozova’s stag. As far as you or anyone around you knew, no one had had that last name since the famous grisha, Ilya, died. Whenever anyone caught sight of the harsh black lettering of the odd name, it never failed to give you grief. Some were simply curious, after all no one you had ever heard of had a name in stark black. Some demanded answers you simply didn’t have, such as the location of that mythical stag. Others got oddly violent, though you never knew why. So you learned to wear a bracelet or sleeves to hide the name.

All of that changed when the grisha testers came, though. It was pretty obvious that you were an Inferni. You’d known it for years, but you hadn’t wanted to leave your family so you kept quiet about it. Still, you didn’t hide your gifts. Nor did you hide the name when it came to the whole ‘joining the second army’ thing. It was standard protocol for them to record everyone’s soulmate’s names in case a match showed up.

You, however, seemed to be a special case. Instead of being housed with the older grisha, you found yourself being led to a more secluded area of the Little Palace. A darker area. One that exuded opulence of a different nature than that of the Grand Palace.

“Where are we going?” you asked the servant that was carrying what few things you still had.

The skittish looking woman merely shook her head. Before long, you found yourself ushered into what looked to be a common area in these dark, strange chambers and quickly abandoned to wait alone.

It took several minutes, but eventually a cool, male voice broke the suffocating quiet, “I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Y/N.”

You could feel the fire licking at your fingertips as you started, head whipping to the side to see who had managed to sneak up on you. “Who’s there?” you demanded of the shadows at the edges of the room that hid whatever figure was speaking to you.

“An Inferni,” he mused, still hidden away. “I suppose that is fitting considering everything.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“And with a personality to match.” A chuckle rumbled around you. “Nevertheless, you can relax, dearheart.” Your heart just about stopped when the Darkling himself casually waved a pale hand to dismiss the veil of darkness that’d been rendering him invisible. “You’ll never be in any danger from me.”

“Sir,” you greeted stiffly with an awkward little nod. You’d never been one for bowing, anyway, no reason to start now. “I didn’t realize it was you; I apologize for my tone. But I must ask: Why am I here?”

“That, at least, is simple.” He paused in order to pull off a leather cuff that was fastened to his wrist. Once it was gone, it was only the simple matter of tipping his hand up that sent his billowing sleeve up to his elbow and exposed the red, familiar script of your own name.

“Aleksander . . .” you breathed, eyes slowly dragging back up to meet his grey ones.

“No one has called me that in a very long time,” he murmured, stepping closer to you.

You were forced to tilt your head back in order to keep eye contact. “That’s what happens when you forge a position called the Darkling, I suppose.”

“And that’s just what I managed to do on my own.” A terrible, almost feral smile spread across his face much like the shadows that writhed around the two of you. “Imagine what we could do together.”

Your own grin tugged at your lips, yours equally cruel as his. “Color me interested.”

[demico-art]

Day 31- Halloween #Fantober2020

[doctorgalilei]

If you’re looking for a rad prompt list for October look no further!!

I have made my own very first list specifically for ships/fandoms! All generic prompts with some classic tropes in there!

If you use this list don’t forget to use the hashtag #Fantober2020 on any social media you post!! We want to support your creations after all🥰

I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

[leiascully]

OctoberFicFest Day 2: Tea and Coffee

Tagging @xffictober

The first time she wakes up next to Mulder, she stays very still for a moment.  Well.  She’s woken up next to him a hundred times before, but never naked in her bed.  She savors the precious fragile moment of peace.  She thought she would be nervous, or afraid, or regretful; instead, joy bubbles up inside her, percolating through all the layers of defenses she’s built over the years.  None of them strong enough to withstand one lonely whim, it seems: a pair of forest-green eyes, a pair of warm and agile hands, and the voice that sounds like home to her.

She lies next to the slumbering warmth of him for long minutes, cozy under the covers.  He has not stolen the duvet in his sleep, or thrown a possessively oppressive arm over her.  Just his hand is pressed to her shoulder, and when she shifts, he nestles further into the covers.  She eases out of bed and wraps herself in her robe, not bothering to put any clothes on.  This is, for the time being, her Eden.  She will let herself be innocent and unashamed.  

In the bathroom, she tries to flush quietly.  She brushes her teeth and splashes a little water on her face.  Her own eyes look bright.  The crease between her brows has smoothed away.  She goes to the kitchen and puts the kettle on.  While the water boils, she measures coffee into a pour over filter.  Her mother always made pour over coffee for her father, when he came back from the sea.  Sometimes he would let her have a sip.  It tasted richer than the drip coffee they usually made, more like the sun and the earth that had made it.  She saves it for special occasions.  She only has one filter, but she can make two cups of coffee, for the two of them.  Or maybe she’ll make one, and they can pass it back and forth between them, just something to sustain them before they pull themselves together and go out to face the world.  She’d like a big plate of eggs and hash browns, a rare craving.

The kettle begins to whistle and she pulls it off the heat before it can scream and wake him.  She pours the water in a careful stream over the grounds.  The steam rises, curling the wisps of hair around her face.  The scent of the coffee wafts up, smelling like devotion and faraway lands.  She inhales deeply and smiles.  She sets the kettle back on the stove and pulls a second mug out of the cupboard.  Her eyes pass over the box of teabags on the counter and a cold uncertainty grips the back of her neck.  She’s had coffee with Mulder many Saturday mornings, but never after moaning his name in the middle of the night as he swore, over and over, that he loved her, that he needed her, that he’d been waiting all his life to be in her arms.  What if he prefers tea, the morning after he makes passionate love to someone?  What if it’s a taste he cultivated in England, in Oxford, in an old building on a misty morning with a lithe brunette stirring lemon into her own cup?  She hesitates, retrieves a bag of English Breakfast from the box (surely Earl Grey is too trite, Constant Comment too tea party-ish), and sets it on the counter.  There.  Her bases are covered.  

Mulder pads into the kitchen and wraps his arms around her from behind, setting his chin on her shoulder as if they’ve been doing this for years, waking up together in cozy domesticity.  He sniffs exaggeratedly, nuzzling into her hair, and it’s all so perfectly normal, and yet still perfectly delightful.  

“Coffee?” he says in a raspy voice.  “I knew I loved you.”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted tea,” she says.  

“The coffee smells amazing,” he says.  “Special blend?”

“No,” she says.  “Just pour over instead of drip.  My mother used to make it this way, sometimes.”

“Pour over coffee and thee,” he says softly, still holding her.  “Scully...do you want to go eat hash browns with me?”

“More than anything,” she says.

[callonpeevesie]

Fantober Day 15: Star Gazing

[mamanabeille]

Sleepover

Luka hears the soft knock on the porthole. He sets his guitar to the side and goes over to open it, smiling at the superhero waiting there for him  “Hey,” he whispers, placing a kiss on her cheek.  “Is this a ‘Paris is in trouble’ visit or a ‘girlfriend sneaking into my room’ visit?”

“Well.  There’s no akuma alerts going off,” Ladybug smirks.  “Can I come in?”  Luka steps to the side and admires how quickly the spotted hero jumps through the raised window.  “Besides, you already have Sass,” she giggles, stepping forward to kiss him.  She smiles into his lips and wraps her arms around his waist.  Once she pulls away, she rests her head against his chest. “I just missed you. I haven’t seen you much this week.  Juleka let me know she and Mylene were staying with Rose tonight.” 

“I missed you, too,” he tells her, kissing the top of her head, thankful for his sister’s heads up. It really had been a long week, and he hadn’t seen his girlfriend outside of patrol. “Do I get you for a little while, or do you have to patrol tonight?” 

Ladybug steps back to look up at him shyly.  “Well. I actually told Mom I was staying at Juleka’s and she was having a girls night, both of which are technically true.  Juleka offered me her bed so there’s no pressure.  I just really wanted to get to spend some one on one time with you outside of the superhero duties.” 

Luka grinned at her and pulled her close again.  “I will never turn down a chance to fall asleep next to you.” He kisses her softly just as Sass floats over. “Excuse me, may you release Tikki, please?” 

“Oh, sorry, Sass.  Tikki, spots off,” she calls and is surrounded in the magical pink glow before transforming, her kwami hovering over her shoulder. 

“Thank you, Marinette.” Tikki kisses the tip of her nose before gliding off to some hidden part of the ship with Sass. 

“Ah.  There’s my girl,” Luka grins, reaching out for her hands, pulling her into a deep kiss. “As much as I admire and cherish Ladybug, I prefer when you’re Marinette.” 

“Me too,” she nods, happily.

[astronamies-void]

Hello everyone! I have decided to make my own list of prompts for October!!

This group of prompts is for your favourite Ships in your fave fandoms!!

Create art and fanfics for the month of October!!

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[emeraldeyes23]

Fictober/Fantober2020 -

Day 19 - Neighbors

"Watch where you're going, idiot! Are you fucking blind or what?" Eiji had just arrived home, carrying two huge bags from the convenience store next to the apartment complex, and had really not seen where he was walking. But the only other apartment was empty, so he wasn't worried about walking into someone. He had heard someone else had rented the apartment next to him. There were rumors that he was handsome but had an intense look and a bad reputation that scared most people away. Rumor had it that he was in a gang, had been in jail, and owned a gun that he always wore tucked into his jeans. Still, he hadn't seen him for weeks, so he wasn't used to running into people here. But this time, he had run into his neighbor and, since he was in a hurry and had walked pretty fast, they both crashed and landed with a loud thud on the floor. Eiji had dropped his bags, of course, and all the contents had landed on the floor and on his neighbor who looked at him with a death glare, green eyes burning wildly into his own. Still, Eiji didn't care for rumors. There was always a grain of truth to them, he had to admit, but most of it was exaggerated and entirely made up. He quickly picked up his things and put them into his bags again. "I'm so sorry!", Eiji exclaimed, feeling like the worst klutz ever while picking up all the groceries quickly and putting them into his bags again. He could feel how his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Why couldn't he just meet people without always embarrassing himself? Clearly irritated, the guy threw some items that had fallen in front of his door into one of his bags and left. "Watch where you're going next time!", he growled coldly before shutting the door with a loud bang. "He didn't have to get that mad.", Eiji thought, pouting at the closed door. Still, there had been something about him that had aroused his interest. Yes, he was handsome. More like drop-dead gorgeous. But that wasn't what had made him curious. It was his posture, his body language that screamed Stay away from me. When the guy had dropped the items into his bag, his hands had touched for a fraction of a second, and he had immediately pulled his hand back as if burnt. What had that been about? But what Eiji had made curious was the cold look in his eyes. His eyes were of a beautiful color that was pretty rare even in New York; he had never seen such mesmerizing green eyes before. At first glance, they were cold and cruel, and he understood why people were scared. But at the same time, they were so captivating and alluring; he had kept staring at him for a moment too long to be still considered polite. While staring at him, Eiji had seen something else in his eyes. Something he wanted to hide from the world. His eyes weren't clear like his own, they were clouded, and the color was dimmed, so he looked as if he had gone through a lot. They displayed a darkness and a deep loneliness in them that had left him stunned. When Eiji opened his apartment, he noticed something sparkling on the floor. It was a necklace that looked like dog tags. Next to it, in the dimly lit hallway, he saw a cell phone. He picked it up and looked at it. The screensaver had appeared when he had picked it up. It was a photo of his neighbor and a guy with a purple mohawk who had his arm around him and grinned mischievously. His neighbor stubbornly looked away, but there was a small smile on his face that betrayed him. So he can smile, huh? Eiji looked at the dog tags and the phone and sighed deeply. It seemed as if he had to meet his neighbor again. And he probably had to buy him a new phone since the display was cracked. Just great! After he had brought his bags inside, he knocked at his door. After a moment, he heard footsteps approaching. "You again? What the hell do you want?", he asked in a bad mood, glaring at him. He had an intense look that could render a whole room silent within seconds. Eiji stared at him for a moment before remembering why he had knocked in the first place. "You dropped this."

Eiji held out the dog tags to him. The guy stared at them, and a soft expression flickered across his face for a tiny moment. Then his poker face returned.

He ripped the necklace out of Eiji's hands and glared at him angrily, eyes flaring up.

"Give me that!", he exclaimed harshly. Then, he noticed how stunned Eiji was because his features softened slightly.

"Sorry. That necklace is important to me.", he explained. "Thank you."

Then he quickly closed the door again.

"Wait!", Eiji called out. "I found something else on the floor that belonged to you. At least, I think so? Is this yours, too?", he asked him quickly.

He showed him a smartphone. His neighbor stared at him, then at the phone. He put a hand in his back pocket, looking for his phone.

"Shit, I didn't notice I had dropped it. Thanks. Anything else?"

"Your phone has a cracked display. This is probably my fault. I'll pay you for the damage.", Eiji added guiltily.

"No, it's fine. The crack isn't new, so it wasn't from the fall earlier."

Relief ran through Eiji when he heard that. "That's a relief. I don't have much money.", Eiji replied honestly, smiling shyly at him.

"Then, why did you even tell me? I probably wouldn't have noticed.", he asked curiously, suddenly seeming more interested in him. Eiji smiled, relieved at the first attempt at conversation.

"I don't like deceiving people. It's wrong.", Eiji replied honestly, looking directly at him.

"You're a strange one. Anything else? I was about to eat something."

Eiji frowned and pointed at the leftovers of a hotdog that lay on a plate behind him.

"Please tell me that you're not going to eat that. How old is that, two or three days?"

"So? What's it to you?", his neighbor asked in an impatient tone, obviously annoyed.

"Look, I'm sorry that I ran into you. Can I make up for it by inviting you to dinner? Because I won't let you eat that. Eating that will probably kill you.", Eiji exclaimed in pure horror and disgust while wrinkling his nose at the smell of food gone bad.

"No, it's fine.", his neighbor said, closing the door. At the last second, Eiji put his foot in the door.

"What's the hell is wrong with you? Everyone else is scared of me, but you invite me, a stranger with a bad reputation and a gun tucked into his jeans, over to dinner? Do you have a death wish, or are you just as innocent as you look?", he exclaimed in irritation, his green eyes glowing dangerously in the dim lighting. But his features had softened, and there was a barely visible smile on his face.

"The latter. And it's Eiji. My name. Now, come on before I change my mind to cook something for someone as rude as you are.", he stubbornly insisted.

You don't give up so easily, Eiji, do you?", he asked, smirking at him. Still, he didn't look as annoyed as a few minutes ago.

"No, I don't. Especially if I see you eat something that can only lead to food poisoning; I can't let that happen.", Eiji declared resolutely. "I wanted to cook anyway."

Then he looked firmly at him. "Will you finally tell me your name?"

"Ash."

"Well, Ash, do you like avocado shrimp salad?"

[belligerentbagel]

fantober 2: tea + coffee  quiet early mornings on a window seat

[dracoisthebae]

Calling all fandoms! The amazing @galileojones has made a fandom challenge for October!

Please use the hashtag #Fantober2020 for your posts if you use it!

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Day 28: Pirates

Pirates

The Darkling x reader

Word Count: 466

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I agreed to go on this stupid adventure!” you shouted over the crash of the waves.

All around you things were chaos. For some saintsforsaken reason, you’d decided to accept Aleksander’s ‘invitation’ to accompany him on his task of finding and killing the Sea Whip to make the Sun Summoner’s second amplifier. Of course, going after something called the damned Sea Whip couldn’t be a simple affair; no, earlier that morning a storm had cropped up, sending the ship rocking violently on the temperamental sea. Left and right, Sturmhond’s pirate--buccaneer crew raced around to keep the vessel afloat. Fortunately, there was no one currently paying any attention to the Darkling and his servant, so no one noticed the way you were standing slightly too close together or the way you were radiating a bubble of warmth around the two of you to keep both warm and dry.

“And yet you came anyway,” he was smirking as he replied. “Why is that, I wonder?”

You said nothing.

“Could it be,” he leaned closer still, “that you’re jealous of the little Alina?”

That bubble of heat spiked to something almost painful, a reminder that you were much more than you appeared. But then again, he knew that very well given how long the two of you had been together. Centuries, in case anyone wondered. “And why would I be jealous, Sasha?” you hissed, eyes narrowing. “Surely it couldn’t possibly be because you tried to bed her to get what you wanted?”

He had the nerve to roll his eyes. “You were fully aware that that was a possibility, and you agreed to it. Love,” he spat the word, “is the easiest way to control someone like her.”

“Then as long as you keep it strictly to that we won’t have a problem. Besides,” you allowed the heat to settle back to its original level, “it’s not like she would fall for such a thing again.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Sasha . . .”

“Relax, dearheart,” Aleksander soothed. “You’re burning a hole in the ship.”

That was true enough. You removed your grip on the rail the pair of you were standing by to reveal a black handprint charred into the surface. You scoffed. “It’s not even their ship. These pirates aren’t likely to give a damn.”

“No, but they also do not know that you are an Inferni. I’d rather we keep it that way, wouldn’t you?”

“Fair enough,” you relented.

“And relax, my love.” Hidden by the general mayhem of the ship, he took your hand in his and squeezed it lightly. “You alone hold my heart. No Sun Summoner will change that.”

“There will be hell to pay if it does. I trust you know that.”

“I would expect nothing less.”

[ssa-montgomery]

Love Confession

Word Count: 725

Summary: When Addison wakes up to Meredith attempting to make breakfast she can't help but confess how she feels about her.

Characters: Meredith x Addison

Warnings: Fluff, some more fluff, fluff, and did I mention fluff?

Day 4: Love Confession

A/N: I think this is the fluffiest story yet for Fantober! I really loved writing this one so I hope you all enjoy these love birds :)

Feedback is what motivates me to work so please let me know what you think! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.

Taglist is open!

Masterlist

The golden morning light pouring in from behind the curtains stirred Addison from her sleep. She blinked at the light, taking a moment to adjust before her brain caught up with her body and she was fully awake. She shifted up in bed so her back was perched against the pillows and looked down at the space next to her. It was empty and the crumpled sheets had been carelessly thrown back. She guessed Meredith had already woken up to get ready for work with her shift starting slightly earlier than Addison's. She hated waking up to an empty bed but knowing that Meredith had been there all night always calmed her.

Addison crawled out of bed and made her way down to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She had only stayed at Meredith's house for a couple of weeks before but already it felt so familiar and she felt comfortable making her way through it in her pyjamas. It was becoming her home. The house was surprisingly still, none of the usual movement of the interns rushing to get ready for work. She already knew that Meredith's roommates were still at the hospital from an overnight shift and wouldn't be home for another few hours.

As Addison drew closer to the kitchen she could hear the sound of the coffee maker as well as metal rattling in the sink as she guessed a spoon was thrown down. She slowly pushed the kitchen door open and leaned the doorway watching Meredith make her way around the room. She had two freshly brewed cups of coffee on the island and she was staring a packet of pancake mix in her hand with a confused expression. It was the same look she got when she was struggling to understand something at the hospital. Addison let out a gentle laugh at the look on her face which caused Meredith to look up from the box.

"You're awake! I made coffee I was just about to bring it up." Meredith smiled gesturing at the mugs.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Addison said walking over to press a kiss to Meredith's forehead before taking a seat opposite her with her mug.

"Of course. I was also going to try and make pancakes for breakfast but - well cooking isn't my strong suit and even looking at these instructions they look like they're in another language." She sighed with a shake of her head. Defeated she threw the box down onto the counter. "Hey, at least I can make a decent cup of coffee."

Addison had now leaned her head on one hand as she sipped on her coffee. She was gazing up at Meredith with a loving expression that was almost overwhelming to her. Meredith wasn't used to someone looking at her so genuinely and at times she struggled to believe that Addison could look at her like that. 

"What?" Meredith laughed. "Finding my lack of skills in the kitchen adorable?" 

"Yes." She nodded with a laugh of her own. "And just, well I don't want to freak you out."

"No, go on. What is it?" Meredith asked her head tilting to the side with curiosity. 

"Okay, I'm going to say this but I don't want you to panic okay? And you don't have to feel under any pressure to say anything to me." Addison explained. Her usual confidence had melted away and she seemed almost shy as she twisted her hands together. "But I think - I think I'm really falling in love with you Meredith. And falling hard."

Addison looked up nervously at Meredith, she was afraid it was too early and that Meredith might not be ready for that yet but she had to say it. Walking up in Meredith's bed to find her attempting to make them breakfast was such a domestic feeling that had overwhelmed her. It was perfect and it was all she wanted in her life. All she needed in her life.

Meredith's face broke out into a grin then. She moved around the kitchen island so she was standing in front Addison who turned around fully to face her. Reaching up she cupped Addison's face in her hands and kissed her. It was so gentle and loving that it made Addison melt into the contact.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too Addison."

Taglist: @alexander-gideon-lightwood-bane​

[demico-art]

Day 20 - Proposal #Fantober2020

[nutjob404]

Day 5 of INKtober: Shinobu Kochou from Kitmetsu no Yaiba!!