#day 31 of Flufftober

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Flufftober Day 31 | Spiked candy

Pairing | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 2.1K

Summary | You've had a crush on Tony for as long as you can remember, but you didn't know he also has one on you. During his annual Halloween party, he makes a move using a project he's been working on for a long time, and they have precisely the desired effect because you couldn't be happier the morning after. Your dream of being his might finally come true after all.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, costume party, use of pet name (Kitten), aphrodisiac candies, mutual pining, friends/coworkers to lovers, smut (Daddy kink, dirty talk, oral - M receiving, light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, implied aftercare), a boatload of fluff.

Prompt | 31. Dreams do come true | @flufftober Prompt | Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There's a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac | @jtargaryen18

A/n | This one-shot is written for Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023. As always, I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for enjoying this with me and proofreading it as well! I had an absolute blast writing this one, and I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing 🖤

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Your costume idea may have been basic, but your result is far from that. The tight black dress, thigh-high heels, slicked-back hair, cat ears, and smokey makeup give you a sexy, sultry look you hope will impress one man. Anthony Edward Stark.

The entire day you've spent getting ready, from doing your hair and makeup to having every single hair on your body waxed that doesn't belong there. You're smooth as a baby's butt, and you've never looked better.

Looking this good also means you feel just about as good, and confidence is dripping off every inch of your body as you enter the party. Each year, Tony throws a Halloween party even more extravagant than the last, but you don't look at any of it.

There's only one thought in your mind: ''What will Tony think of my costume?'' it's a good thing you don't have to wait long before you have your answer.

''Fuckin' hell, Kitten, don't you look like a million bucks tonight?'' Tony says, and his hand finds its way to the small of your back as he leans in to whisper these words in your ear.

Heat creeps up your chest and neck, all the way to the tips of your ears because you've had a crush on him since before you had even become an Avenger. But honestly, who wouldn't when they were in the presence of someone as amazing as Iron Man?

However, what you did not know - or were too in love to see - is that he had a crush on you as well. He's been flirting with you ever since laying eyes on you. And tonight, he plans to make it abundantly clear how he feels about you.

''You don't look bad yourself, either,'' you say as you look Tony up and down. He's wearing a tailored pin-striped suit with no shirt, the jacket hanging open to reveal every last ridge of his muscle. Around his neck is a bow tie identical to the one of Jack Skellington, and the white hair and makeup finish off the entire look.

You turn towards him and lay your hand on his abdomen, scratching softly down to the edge of his pants with your Halloween-themed nails. When you hear Tony's breath hitch, you know you've achieved your goal and flashed a mischievous smile up to him.

''Don't tempt me, Kitten,'' he growls lowly, the dark brown of his eyes almost disappearing as his pupils grow wide in arousal.

''I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you say before tapping his chest once and turning around to head to the bar, and you're using the fact that it is busy to your advantage. You're immediately swallowed into the crowd, and before Tony can even reach out to you, you're out of his sight.

''Shit,'' he mutters to himself.

You have found your way to the bar in the meantime, and that's where you find both Bucky and Steve, just like every other party. Bucky's not a socialite, and Steve is nice enough to stay with his best friend.

Bucky whistles as you walk over. ''Someone must have left a cage open because there's a wild animal at this party.''

''Lookin' amazing tonight,'' Steve adds, and it's only then that you realize they're dressed up as one another. Steve is wearing Bucky's tactical gear, complete with a fake metal arm made for him, and Bucky is wearing Steve's Captain America suit, complete with the shield on his back.

''You two look amazing as well,'' you say with a big smile before ordering a cocktail. The two of them are some of your best friends, and they have been rooting for you and Tony since day one.

''Is there any chance you dressed like this for a certain someone?'' Steve inquires, and Bucky looks at you with a quirked brow.

The blush across your cheeks tells them everything you need to know, though they drop it for now, instead pulling you into the conversation they had earlier.

In the meantime, Tony is setting up a little plan that he has been working on for a while. He has made some candy for tonight, but this isn't just regular candy. Oh, no. These contain a potent aphrodisiac.

Now, Tony has to wait until you're feeling snack-ish - which you usually do at these parties - and make your way to the candy table. Luck must be on his side today because it doesn't take long for you to check out the selection.

Your eyes glide past every card by the bowls, and you chuckle at their puns. When you arrive at the last bowl, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you, and that's when you turn around.

''Care for a candy, Kitten?'' Tony asks, handing you one from the last bowl he just set up, and you gladly take it, unwrapping it quickly before popping it in your mouth.

It didn't take long for the effect to find its way into your system, and before it could hit you full force, Tony had already herded you to a nearby conference room.

That's where you find yourself on your knees on the floor, his thick, veiny cock filling your throat, blocking every single noise that even threatens to leave.

''Jesus, look at how good you're taking me, Kitten; I can feel myself in that tight little throat of yours,'' he says as his large fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze the sides to restrict your airflow just enough to have you feeling a little lightheaded.

The groans leaving his chest are out of this world, and they only spur you on to take him entirely. Just a few more inches, and you are taking him, but he doesn't let you get that far.

''Oh, fuck Kitten, I won't last if you do that,'' he says before pulling you off, your tongue still lapping at his tip despite not having him in your mouth anymore.

You're panting uncontrollably, but you're also turned on beyond belief, and you can't wait to feel him inside you, where you need him more than anything.

''Daddy, please! Want you to fuck me until I can't walk,'' you say with an innocent look in your eyes, though your face isn't that innocent anymore.

Makeup has run entirely, your hair is a big mess, and your neck and chest are covered in bruises and lovebites from Tony. How your outfit is still intact is beyond you, but that won't last long.

''Yeah? Is that what my Kitten wants? To be fucked by her Daddy? You've been a good girl for me, haven't you, sucking my soul out through my dick,'' he says as he helps you to bend over the table, your chest and cheek pressed firmly against the wood.

''Y-yeah, 'm Daddy's good girl,'' you say with a whine, and before you know it, your sad excuse of a thong has been ripped from your body, and Tony is shoving himself inside of you in a single thrust.

There's not a single thought in your mind other than ''Daddy!'' and you can't help but want to hold onto something to ground yourself, but most of all, you want to grab Tony.

Anywhere you can, you want to grab him, scratch him, anything to ground yourself. His fast-paced thrusts are sending you over the edge in no time, and your pussy squeezes him like a vice.

With a loud shout of his name, you squirt all over him, and you don't know when his fingers found your clit, but you're delighted that they did.

You're at the point where your brain has turned into complete mush, and you can't think, let alone talk, so all that's leaving your mouth are whines and broken moans.

He keeps thrusting despite you becoming oversensitive quickly, and it's almost too much, but somehow you manage to hold on long enough for him to cum inside you and collapse on top of you.

''Wow, Kitten, now I know what I've been missing out on all this time, huh? But you know what they say, dreams do come true for those who want it badly enough,'' he chuckles.

He cleans you up, and after that, you two head back to his apartment in the Compound, only a few floors above the party. Tony has carried your bridal style, your head propped against his shoulder while you fell asleep.

''Get some rest, Kitten, we'll talk tomorrow,'' he says with a few kisses on your forehead. He removed your makeup and remaining clothing, instead pulling a pair of his boxer briefs and oversized shirts onto your body.

The combination of the candy and Tony treating you like that in the conference room has left you tired beyond words, and you don't even notice him climbing into the bed with you after removing all of his makeup in the shower.

The following day, you wake up with a big yawn and a stretch. Tony's strong arms are wrapped around you as he pulls you against his chest, and you feel very content in his hold.

''Mornin' Princess,'' Tony says in a deep, gravelly voice that warms your insides. When you're about to turn around, you suddenly feel a soreness between your legs, and that's when you remember what happened last night.

''Good morning, Tony,'' you say as you turn over and look into his deep brown eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, and you place a soft peck on his lips, which he happily reciprocates.

''Thank you for last night,'' you whisper before burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly.

''You're welcome, Princess; I'm thrilled we finally ended up here together,'' he says, and you hum contently. You don't want to leave his arms, but once your belly starts rumbling, you know you don't have a choice.

''C'mon, let's get some breakfast, and after, we'll talk, okay?'' he says, and you agree before wiggling out of his grasp after a few more kisses.

Tony pulls on a pair of sweats before you walk to the communal kitchen, where, much to your surprise, no one is.

''How about some pancakes?'' you say, and Tony agrees, so you get the batter ready while Tony sets up the pan to make them. Once you're both ready, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, letting you step in front of the stove and standing behind you to bake them.

Even with you standing there, he can prepare them perfectly, and you can't stop yourself from smiling constantly. You don't notice the rest of the Avengers slowly trickling into the kitchen, but they all give each other knowing looks as they see the two of you.

''Morning, you two,'' Bucky says as he walks in, and that's when your head snaps towards him, and you finally see all the other Avengers in the kitchen, looking at the both of you.

A deep red color from the tops of your cheeks down to your chest appears, but all Bucky does is wink, and you give him a huge smile. Tony places a soft kiss on the top of your head before flipping more pancakes.

It doesn't bother Tony in the slightest, and you let yourself melt into his embrace while you wait for the last pancakes to be cooked.

''Let's have our breakfast in my apartment, okay?'' he whispers, and you nod before plopping a few pancakes on your plate with extra syrup and waving to the Avengers before you retreat to his apartment.

As soon as you find yourself on his couch, Tony has sat down next to you, and you're enjoying his delicious pancakes. He decides to break the silence first by addressing what's going on between the two of you.

''So, what do you think, Princess? Was this just a one-time thing, or did you have something else in mind?'' he asks carefully, and your eyes shoot up to his.

''Oh, Tony! This was more than just a one-and-done for me! I can't tell you how long I've loved you. Well, first it was just Iron Man, but when I got to know the man behind the suit, that's when you stole my heart, and to this day, you still have it,'' you say with a shy smile.

You feel a little stupid for saying you've had a crush on him forever, but he doesn't judge. At the very least, it's an ego boost for him, though he doesn't say that.

''It wasn't a 'one-and-done' for me either-'' he says in air quotes, ''I'd love to give us a chance at a relationship because I want to show you how much I love you, Princess. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated,'' he says.

And with those words, it's official. You're in a relationship with the one and only Iron Man, and you couldn't be happier. Dreams do come true for those who believe in them, after all.

[lisbeth-kk]

The secret writer

Sherlock is about to reveal his secret. On Rosie's birthday. Will John understand what this means?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51123676

@sherlockchallenge @flufftober @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @a-victorian-girl @phoenix27884 @safedistancefrombeingsmart @topsyturvy-turtely @gregorovitchworld @helloliriels @peanitbear @calaisreno @meetinginsamarra

[babblydrabbly]

Flufftober Day 31 | Rick Flag x Reader

a/n - "And with that the 2022 season comes to an end" ♡

Alright kiddos, I gave @flufftober a shot! This one will be my last fic this year. Have my favorite fluffy trope: idiots in love.

prompt - a sweet treat

fluff - 1000 words - warnings: argus!agent reader. gn!reader. mutual pining. food mention. pre-the suicide squad 2021. admittedly the author's size kink might be showing in this one a little bit what who said that

It’s been an entire season of missed chances, and Rick Flag is officially sick of it. 

Between his time away on missions and your time away from base, it’s as if the universe is trying to keep him away but not this time.

When he hears word that you’re coming in today, he doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t want to risk a prison-wide lockdown or an emergency leave getting in the way. 

Today’s the last week of the year— the last week you bake anything for the office— and Rick will be damned if you close up shop before he gets the chance to try something, anything you’ve made for all those morons who don’t even like you as much as he does.

He’s sick of hearing Harcourt and Economos' damn bragging.

Your cookies, your cupcakes, your oh-so-amazing fruit tarts with, quote: “The sweetest berries we’ve ever tried”. 

Harcourt. Rick impatiently hits the open button to the elevator several times before it even stops. Harcourt doesn’t even like sweets. Somewhere in his gut Rick knows she’s just doing it to irk him. Knows that you’re his favorite comms operative and more.

The doors open with a soft chime as Rick steps out into the hallway. 

He pauses before knocking. The smell of cinnamon and other spices he can’t name waft through the door of your small, Belle Reve issued living quarters— and suddenly Rick fucking Flag is nervous.

Did he really just leave Harcourt mid-sentence and march all the way across the facility to come see you? 

Rick swallows thickly and blinks like he’s just realized where he is.

Quickly running his fingers through his sandy hair, Rick clears his throat and knocks before he steps away from the door. 

You ask your unexpected guest to wait a minute before yanking it open. Rick’s eyes widen as much as yours do.

“Oh! Colonel,” You greet with just about as much confusion.

He’s seen you in plenty of different gear, but never an apron and a pair of mittens. You step aside and let Rick into your small space— Nothing much more than a kitchen and a double bed just beyond that. 

He opens his mouth to speak when that smell of something absolutely divine hits him even harder than before. 

“Something wrong, Flag?”

“No, I—” The colonel takes a large step inside and pauses. You’ve never seen the grown man look so sheepish. “I heard you were bringing something in today and I… well, it’s forward. But I figured, I always miss out. Thought I’d catch you before Waller drags me away.”

The tension in Rick’s shoulders eases as your face lights up. You offer him a small laugh before turning to open the oven. 

“Well, you’re just in time.” You say. Rick watches you take a large tray of something out and follows you over to the counter where a towel is waiting. 

You set the tray down atop it and Rick gets a good look at some of the biggest cinnamon rolls he’s ever seen.

“You made all that ‘n this little kitchen?” 

You shrug shyly. That small smile plays on your lips— the one Rick can't help but stare at. “Had to go into town for some things, but yeah.” 

Rick lets you guide his large frame over to the stool which serves as the only sitting place in the entire room. He looks a little funny there— about three times too big for such a small seat. His knee even bends with how long his legs easily reach the ground. 

You make quick work of scooping one of the center rolls onto a plate, but it’s the next part that has Rick locked on you with wide hazel eyes again. 

Dolloping a large spoonful of cream cheese frosting on top of the roll with precision, you smooth it out with the back until it looks like something out of a cookbook. And then you do it— You swipe a lick of the spoon, just a bit. Your pink tongue darts over your bottom lip to catch a bit of frosting and Rick Flag’s pulse skyrockets like it hasn’t in a long damn time. 

You startle when Rick says your name a little too loud. 

“Sorry,” He shifts in his seat. Trying again in a calmer tone, he searches for the words carefully. “I might’ve also come up here to, uh, ask you something, now that I think about it.”

You arch a brow. 

An unfamiliar wave of hesitation washes over the man. Busying himself with the plate in front of him, he cuts off a piece of the roll with his fork and shoves it into his mouth.

“I was hopin’— Well, I was wonderin’— Christ, this is good.” He chokes out gruffly behind his fist.

Quietly, you place the spoon in your hand into the sink and take your time as Rick chews. When he’s finally through his first bite, you place your elbows on the counter and lean in so close Rick has to inch back. It’s a funny image. Like a fawn spooking a big bear.

“Richard, I’ve made something every week for the past three months in the hopes that at least my baking would catch your attention. And every week, something gets in the way. So I really, really hope your question is ‘Will you go out to dinner with me,’ or else I may just have to tie you up and make dinner for you right here instead.”

He blinks at you wordlessly several times. An eon seems to pass as your little bit of bravado fades. Did you really just hit on your superior? On Colonel Flag? You really just went and did it now, didn't you?

You shrink when he finally leans in to meet you, but where you expect more of that stunned look, you find a spark of heat instead.

“Alright...How about I do you one better and make something for you, huh? How about tonight?” 

You arch a brow at him, shocked. “You cook?”

“I grill.” He clarifies with a lopsided smile. “Don’t tell no one, but some of the other boys keep one over by the hangar. For when we get sick’a the mess hall food.”

With that hint of sugar and spice still on his tongue and the look in your eyes as he stands back up to his full height, Rick lets the doubt from earlier roll off him. 

‘I’ve made something every week for the past three months…’ For him. 

Rick reaches up to grasp your chin between his calloused fingers gently.

“Let me do all the cookin’ for you this time, darling,” A smirk forms when he notices the flush creep up your face. “And if you feel like it, y'can still tie me up after if you want to.”

[greymoonfeelings]

flufftober day 31: a sweet treat

pairing: dad! bradley bradshaw x parent! reader (not specified as a mom and not specified biological kids)

word count: 600

notes: I really don’t like this, but I wanted to share this idea with everyone. Happy Halloween!

•••

“Daddy! Close your eyes! I want it to be a surprise!” Your son shouts down the hall to Bradley who sits on the living room couch.

“Okay buddy, my eyes are closed.“

Bradley smiles to himself as the echoing footsteps grow louder as do the giggles your son is fighting to contain. You walk behind him, carrying your nine-month-old daughter.

All three of you stand in front of Bradley in your Halloween costumes, ready to surprise him when he opens his eyes. Your son can barely contain his excitement, nearly vibrating in place as he waits for your go-ahead.

Your son is wearing a green jumpsuit with a kid’s pair of aviators and a fake mustache. You’re wearing a floral shirt you stole from your husband’s closet and your daughter is wearing a rooster outfit.

Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”

Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”

“I can see that.” Bradley laughs. “Let me get a good look at you, my little aviator.”

He turns in a circle showing off his costume to his father who applauds. You look down at your son lovingly, admiring the pure happiness radiating from him.

“I even have a patch.” His little fingers point to the patch you stuck onto his suit that reads “Bradshaw”, you took it from one of your husband’s old uniforms.

Bradley picks up his son, setting him on one of his knees. “You look like a real navy aviator, but there’s one thing you’re missing.”

Your son frowns temporarily, but his smile returns when Bradley removes his dog tags and carefully places them around your son’s neck. They hang low on the four-year-old but his smile grows as he turns the warm metal over in his hand.

“Why don’t you go get your bucket and then we can head out.” Bradley pats his son’s back lovingly and watches as the four-year-old scurries off. His gaze then moves to you, trailing up your figure to notice your choice of attire.

“I see you stole one of my shirts,” he teases.

“He told me he wanted to be an aviator just like his hero daddy so I thought we could be a family of Bradley Bradshaws.”

When your son first came to you with his idea of a Halloween costume you couldn’t help but be proud of the little boy you were raising. He was sweet and caring just like his father and it made sense because he was Bradley’s biggest fan.

You knew Bradley was having a hard time since his latest mission and you wanted to do something to cheer him up which is why you decided on the family theme. You wanted to show your husband how much you love and appreciate him.

“I love it, babe.” Bradley stands up, giving you a quick peck on the lips before taking your young daughter into his arms.

“Look at you, baby girl. My little Rooster.” He presses a kiss to her cheek and causes her to giggle at the tickle of his facial hair. She squirms happily in his grasp, reaching up to pull at his wedding ring necklace.

When your son comes back with his paw patrol bucket in hand, the four of you head out to trick or treat. As you walk around the neighborhood, your husband pulls you under his arm, holding you close. He sighs happily as he watches his son run around and his daughter babble in her wagon.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“We’re the lucky ones, babe.”

[thesparklingwriter]

don't dwell on the past

'"Please forgive me," he says, kissing your hand lightly.'

tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, reader and Zhongli fall out, reader tries to sleep on the couch, someone remind me to come back and edit this

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You and Zhongli rarely fall out. To be more exact, you rarely fall out over anything serious. And even when you do, screaming matches and insults are never thrown about, and today is no exception. The problem is that sometimes, quiet, rational words don't do enough to show how you feel, and you wish you could have a good old scream at a wall, just to get rid of the tension. You love Zhongli, you truly do. But he can be really out of touch with you sometimes.

"I really don't like it when you intervene when I'm fighting." you say to him, after a silent journey home. You prefer discussing things at home than out where everyone can hear you. It's probably why you like living in the mountains so much.

"I know.” Zhongli sighs. He'd moved by instinct, driven by his desire to keep you safe. He has to manually override the urges he's gotten used to condoning as an archon, and he tries his best for your sake. Either way, he doesn't want you to think he's making excuses for himself, so he tries to word things carefully. "I should have made more of an effort to respect your wishes."

You nod. "Sometimes it makes me feel like you don't think I'm capable."

"I don't think that. Not at all. I like protecting you because I know it's a luxury, and it’s something you’re more than capable of doing yourself. But I understand." Zhongli says softly. You nod, thankful for his ever-reasonable response, and scold yourself for getting so frustrated. He was only trying to keep you safe, but it felt like he was undermining years of your experience. "I shall think of a compromise so this doesn't happen again."

Zhongli always gets formal when it comes to disagreements. He's driven towards an end solution, to the point when you sometimes have to tell him that you want to feel a little bit sad. Bottling up the emotions doesn't make you feel all too great, especially when it's because you feel unreasonable. "Can we talk about that tomorrow, please?"

He looks at you, sensing that today is one of those days when you want to be upset for a little while. He nods. He'll oblige you for a while longer, but he won't let you go to sleep angry at him. Just as you never let him sleep angry at you. He wonders whether you know you do it, how you always make sure he's okay after an argument, or whether it's a habit burned into your sheer being. He doesn't care. He loves it anyway.

But he also senses that this has been brewing for a little while. There was two weeks ago, when a Fatui skirmisher was about to hit your blind spot and he shielded you. Your complaint on that front was quick surface level—you admitted that you forgot to cover your blind spot. And then there was the week after that when you were in a domain, and he panicked yet again, generating a pillar directly in your line of sight. You'd taken a while to calm down from that one. And finally today. You were going to go out on your own for some practice, but Zhongli couldn't bear the thought of you getting injured, especially against Sumerian enemies you had no experience with. He promised he would only intervene when you told him to, but once again, he panicked and petrified all the enemies in a mile radius.

You understand that he's protective of you, but archons, he can be a little suffocating sometimes.

"I'm going to clean up and get changed," you say to him. You know he'll hover downstairs for a little while and give you your space before joining you in bed. But today, you don't want to be so easily swayed. Maybe a night on the couch is in order.

You grab a light cover from the closet and make your way downstairs. You meet Zhongli halfway, who's in his archon form. You frown to yourself. Zhongli's archon form finds itself displayed to you on various occasions, some of them as domestic as wanting to change a lightbulb, but there are times when it has significance. Like him wanting to release himself of some tension. Is he beating himself up over this that badly?

"Where are you going?" He asks, eyes laced with confusion.

"I think I'm going to stay on the couch tonight. I'm going to think about some things."

Zhongli doesn't seem entirely pleased with that, but he doesn't dare tell you otherwise. He has to give you your space, he reminds himself.

"Alright," he says softly. "Sleep well." He omits the 'love' he usually adds at the end, for fear of making you feel obliged to follow him up the stairs. Your feelings are always his priority. He knew what he was getting into with you, and he refuses for his ignorance or inability to control his own instinct to ruin things.

"You too."

He goes into the room you share before deciding that, if you're not joining him, he'd rather not be painfully reminded of your absence, so he changes course and heads to a spare room with his change of clothes. Usually, he talks to you as you wash your face, or you braid his hair for him before you get too tired, but there are no such intimacies happening today. You've been upset with him for a grand total of three hours and he already misses you.

He quiets his thoughts and crawls into bed. Bad call. The bed in this room wasn't chosen with his eight-foot-tall form in mind. He'll either have to shift back and deal with the repercussions or spend the entire night with half of his body hanging off the bed.

You can't sleep either. You never realised how much you relied on Zhongli's calming effect on you to sleep so peacefully. It's almost embarrassing how much you rely on him, even after a year of being together, to the point when you miss him when he's in a room away from you. You decide that if Zhongli doesn't come downstairs in the next ten minutes, you'll go to him. There's really no point in dragging this on any further. Your need to be a little bit sad has blossomed into feelings of loneliness, and you can't take the extra pain.

"yn?" You sit up, glancing at the staircase. There stands Zhongli, his hair untied, his pyjamas rumpled as if he'd been tossing and turning all night. "May I talk to you?"

Always so formal, you think, before standing up and approaching him.

"I know I'm often overbearing when it comes to your safety," he says softly, taking your hands in his. “And I know it can be frustrating for you. But I promise I will do whatever it takes to restrain myself from inciting this sort of complaint from you again.”

You should be focusing on his words, but you're more distracted by the fact he's on his knees before you, looking up at you with such an earnest gaze.

"Please forgive me," he says, kissing your hand lightly. You slide your hands out of his, and into the hair between his horns. He smiles blissfully, glancing at you through relief-filled eyes. “I can’t bear to spend the night without you by my side.”

"I can't stay mad at you," you sigh. "You're forgiven. You can get off your knees now."

Zhongli chuckles, standing up and pulling you into a hug. "I have a feeling you're trying to hide how much pleasure you found in that."

You roll your eyes and lead him upstairs by his hand. "I'm not hiding anything."

"Fine then, remind me of what I said." Zhongli crosses his arms, and you ignore him, sitting him down on the bed so you can reach his hair. He thinks your ritual of braiding his hair is for his sake, but in reality, if you don't do it, you end up with half of it in your mouth in the night.

"No need to dwell on the past," you quip, leaning down to kiss his neck softly. "All is forgiven, remember?"

a/n there's a whole section that got removed between reader being upstairs and coming back down, I'll fix it at someone point but i blame ao3

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 31

Dreams Do Come True

👻 the title of this part is actually about me. i've been wanting a completed challenge since 2017. finally it's done, so i'm really happy.

👻 thanks to @honeytwo and @wonsheep for always being there for me when i had to stick the material under their noses! thanks to everyone who read this collection! <3

👻 i have prepared a special section for today: two monsters - separately. one is a siren (seonghwa) and the other is a vampire (sunghoon). i have tried to stay within the fluff.

👻 happy halloween!

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1. Gorgeous

He looked at the fish first, then at you, the one who gave it to him.

"Eat." You confirmed as you sat down on one of the rocks along the shore and smiled, giving him a pat.

Seonghwa took one last tentative look at the still, slimy tuna, then his hunger overwhelmed him, his teeth snapping as he began to tear the flesh from his prey.

In just a few minutes, all that's left are the bones and a few splinters, and he drags the battered skeleton ashore. Embarrassed, he doesn't dare look at you. He hadn't planned to feed at any time before you. His kind is barbaric in the way it carves meat.

He's a real monster.

"You're leaving already?" Your voice is tinged with surprise and disappointment as you notice the siren backing away.

Seonghwa looks up at this and sees that you've settled in, got your sketchbook out and are busily working on something.

"Are you not afraid of me?" he asks again.

"No."

Seonghwa wipes some blood from his face.

"And are you not disgusted either? If you don't want my company anymore, let me know and I'll leave. You don't have to bring any more fish."

"I like your company. And I've never met anyone as gorgeous as you. I want you to stay."

The siren blushes - he's never been called gorgeous - he nods, then swims back to shore, even sits out, leaving only the end of his snake-like, heavy fin in the water. He looks up at you.

"What would you like me to tell you about?"

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2. Nightmares

You kneel before the coffin on the cold stone. Your fingers softly caressing the cedar tree, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I'm very sorry to bother you, master. I've had another bad dream, and I can't help myself. I thought that maybe you could help me somehow..."

The lid of the coffin rises with a creak, and a graceful, handsome man comes out from the red velvet lining. His face devoid of emotion, his red eyes fixed on your mortal face. Finally he holds out his palm, offering you a seat beside him in the cramped coffin.

"Thank you, my lord." You place your hand in the other's gratefully, even a small smile appears on the edge of your trembling lips.

The vampire pulls you in beside him, letting your hot body press tight against his. He doesn't even mind that his clothes will be wet from tears. He closes the cover and the cold darkness falls over you.

Here in Sunghoon's cold arms, snuggled against his chest, you feel much safer in the crypt than in your soft and warm bed. In the monster's hands, the promise of nightmares doesn't haunt you.

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Day 31: Dreams Do Come True

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„Are you sure that this is enough candy?” Izuna asked, furrowing an eyebrow. Madara stared at the table in front of them that was almost crooking under the weight of at least half a dozen buckets full of candy. Madara was fairly sure that even one more candy bar could tip the scale and since he wasn’t too keen on buying a new table, he grabbed Izuna’s shoulder and preventively ushered him out of his kitchen.

“Yes, I am sure,” he replied firmly, hoping that the subtle warning in his tone was enough to dissuade Izuna from insisting on even more candy. “Didn’t you want to prepare the living room or something?”

Before Izuna had a chance to make up his mind, Hashirama’s head popped up from the living room, beaming excitedly. “Yes! Izuna, come over here!”

Madara sighed in relief and gave Izuna a light push. He watched as Izuna joined a very enthusiastic Hashirama who had been bustling about in his living room for quite some time now. Madara wasn’t too sure about whether he wanted to see what Hashirama had contrived this time – especially because he was well aware that Izuna’s participation in this would only encourage Hashirama in whatever he was on about. Under normal circumstances, Madara would have never allowed Hashirama to plan a Halloween gathering at his place but the possibility of Tobirama showing up was enough of an incentive to accept Hashirama’s suggestion without missing a beat. And now he had to live with the consequences which consisted of Hashirama’s giddiness and Izuna’s malicious compliance with whatever he thought could drive Madara up the walls.

Madara flinched when he heard a scraping noise from his living room, followed by the giggle of two people. He sighed deeply and shook his head, asking himself what he had gotten himself into this time. He was about to go check on Hashirama and Izuna when his bell rang, making him stop dead in his tracks. His heart started beating faster almost instantly. There was only one guest left who hadn’t shown up yet.

Madara took a deep breath and assumed an unfazed look, walking towards the door and opening it confidently. And even though he wasn’t entirely surprised, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Tobirama on his porch, clasping something in his hands.

“Hi,” Madara said as nonchalantly as possible, giving him a sly smile that made Tobirama blush instantly. Madara relished in his inadvertent reaction and felt his body relax a bit. He made a welcoming gesture but Tobirama stayed put, nervously staring at the package he was holding.

“Uh, hi,” he said, avoiding Madara’s gaze. “I … er …” His voice faded away and he stared at his hands helplessly.

Madara tried to suppress the warm smile trying to creep onto his face. It did seem like as if Tobirama hadn’t yet gotten over his embarrassment from the past day. Madara had fallen asleep on Tobirama’s couch, only to be woken up by loud bangs from afar and movement somewhere beside him. It had taken him a while to figure out where he was and what was going on. And when he had finally understood what was going on, Tobirama had already taken off – and with him, Madara’s sweater. In his daze, Tobirama had grabbed the wrong sweater, leaving Madara at his house with no change of clothes. And since he hadn’t seen much of an alternative, Madara had quickly put on Tobirama’s sweater, following him towards the fire they had spent hours fighting. By the time they had finally managed to put the fire out, Madara had already forgotten about the not so familiar sweater he was wearing, especially since it turned out to be very comfortable. It had been Izuna who had noticed Tobirama’s mistake – and of course, his younger brother hadn’t been able or willing to zip it, putting them both on the spot with his particularly sassy remarks. And to make matters worse, a usually very oblivious Hashirama had finally caught on, entirely incredulously asking them whether they were a thing. For a moment, Madara had been very worried that Tobirama would just die of embarrassment on the spot, especially since Hashirama and Izuna hadn’t taken no for an answer. In the end, Madara had felt the urge to put his foot down, shutting them both up rather harshly even though he himself had quite enjoyed the situation. But his amusement wasn’t worth Tobirama’s discomfort in the slightest.

Madara eyed the package in Tobirama’s hands curiously and he noticed that the black fabric seemed quite familiar. “Is that my sweater?” he asked and Tobirama nodded quickly.

“I washed it,” he said quickly. “I’m not sure whether I’ve managed to get all the soot off though. It still smells a bit like smoke.” And after a short pause, he stared at his feet and mumbled, “I’m sorry. I should’ve taken better care of it.”

Madara grinned at him. “And let the village burn down in the process? I don’t think so. You didn’t do anything wrong, they would’ve been screwed without your help.”

Tobirama looked up in surprise, staring at him. “I’m sure they would’ve been just fine,” he replied a bit stunned.

Madara shook his head emphatically. “Absolutely not. Your lead and your rather impressive water release saved the day.”

Tobirama’s blush deepened and he shuffled his feet, awkwardly holding the neatly folded sweater out to Madara. “You’re exaggerating,” he mumbled, avoiding Madara’s gaze.

Madara reluctantly accepted the sweater. He didn’t feel like returning Tobirama’s sweater just yet but now it seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice. “No, I’m not,” he retorted. “But now come in, we’ve been waiting for you.”

And with these words, he held the door open. After a moment of hesitation, Tobirama nodded slightly and slipped past him. He hadn’t finished taking off his shoes and jacket when Hashirama had already noticed his arrival, howling in joy. Madara hadn’t even closed the door when Tobirama had already been pulled into the living room by his brother. With a light smile, he set the sweater down on his cupboard and followed them into the living room.

Upon entering though, Madara froze. He stared at his living room, blinking once, twice, three times before he could make out the familiar shapes of his furniture under the multitude of Halloween themed decorations. His couch and armchairs were covered in orange and black cushions and blankets, one uglier than the other, covered in spider, pumpkin or ghost patterns. A hideous jack-o-lantern sat enthroned on his television, staring down at them with a dreadful – and very clumsily carved – grin. Next to the television towered several stacks of video tapes, swaying dangerously whenever someone even as much as breathed in their proximity. And the worst of it all was the stack of costumes threateningly spread out on his coffee table. “Oh no,” Madara muttered and he saw a hint of despair on Tobirama’s face who was cornered by Hashirama who was already wearing an absolutely atrocious pumpkin costume. Madara turned to flee but he was quickly stopped by Izuna blocking his way, a malicious smile on his lips. Izuna was dressed up as a bat, giant flaps of fabric moving around his arms.

“You stay here,” he said with the most evil smile Madara had ever seen on his brother. His heart dropped into his guts when he saw the costume in Izuna’s hand.

“No, don’t even think of it,” he said, raising his hands in a not so subtle warning. “You can’t make me do this!”

A while later, Madara sat on his couch, still a bit rattled by what had happened. He had in fact erred – and now, he sat on the sofa, dejectedly looking down at the rather fancy vampire costume he had been forced into. Who would’ve known that Izuna was this strong? The only thing that gave him solace was Tobirama’s equally as thunderstruck face. Hashirama had proven to be a worthy partner for Izuna and they had teamed up, overpowering Madara and Tobirama within seconds, leaving them no chance to defend themselves. And now, Madara had turned into a very gloomy vampire while Tobirama had become a still fairly startled looking ghost. Now that he examined him, Madara couldn’t help but notice that Tobirama had to be the most attractive ghost he had ever seen. The white fabric of the costume went astonishingly well with his pale face and silver hair, enhancing the red markings in his face that now looked like bloody tears. The only thing that didn’t quite fit was the puzzled expression on his face. They exchanged a look and Madara couldn’t help but grin at Tobirama’s pained look. But before they had a chance to speak about what had happened, a very jubilant pumpkin and bat returned, throwing themselves onto the couches with a satisfied sigh.

“We have carried the candy buckets to the door already so you won’t have to do it,” Izuna informed Madara graciously.

Madara furrowed an eyebrow and stared at his little brother. “If you think I’ll be handing out candy to little kids, you have been mistaken.”

Hashirama beamed at him and shrugged. “That’s fine, isn’t it, Izuna? We’ll do it alone.”

Izuna seemed like he wanted to protest but Madara shot him a warning look and Izuna closed his mouth with an amused look. Perhaps he had gotten the message but it seemed more likely to Madara that Izuna knew that he had overstepped the mark already by shoving Madara in a ridiculous vampire costume and didn’t dare to anger him further.

The next couple of hours entailed a whirlwind of Halloween themed snacks, the bell ringing, Hashirama and Izuna jumping up and gleefully handing out candy to kids that wore even more ridiculous costumes than they did. Again and again, the sound of the bell pierced Madara’s eardrums and after a while, he went over to pouring them drinks in the meantime, slowly but steadily turning them all a bit tipsy. Even Tobirama seemed to finally relax a bit and they started chatting about everything that came to mind. After a while, the steady stream of children slowly started trickling and they finally settled down. The room had turned pretty warm in the meantime and Madara found himself feeling slightly hazy due to the warmth and certainly also the drinks. And when Izuna got up, exclaiming that he’d prepare some snacks, Madara took the chance and stood up slowly.

“I’ll go get some fresh air,” he explained and Hashirama nodded happily, eyeing the video tapes next to the television that most definitely also conformed to the Halloween theme which sent a shiver down Madara’s spine.

When Madara turned to leave, he heard soft footsteps behind him and when he looked over his shoulder he saw that Tobirama had also gotten up. “I’ll join you, if you don’t mind,” he said and Madara nodded.

Together, they left the living room and Madara led him through the hallway, past the kitchen and to his patio. He opened the door and stepped out into the cold, Tobirama following closely behind. When they closed the door behind them, Madara turned on the dim patio light which illuminated the patio barely enough for Madara to make out Tobirama’s face who now leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. Madara closed his eyes for a moment and relished in the cool air. He felt his mind slowly clearing and he sighed in relief. And with the cold came a new confidence that he hadn’t felt before.

Madara opened his eyes and looked at Tobirama who seemed fairly calm and relaxed. And suddenly, he decided to finally get closure. “Tobirama?” he asked and Tobirama gave him an asking look. “Why have you been behaving so weird recently?”

Tobirama froze and stared at him. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he said slowly, a hint of unease flickering in his eyes. Madara took a deep breath and decided to be frank. “Well, I was under the impression that we’ve been starting to get along. But a couple of days ago, you’ve basically done a U-turn. You’ve been distant, even more than before and I’d really like to know why.”

Tobirama stared at the ground in front of his feet for a moment but then he sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping down a bit. Madara’s heart fluttered nervously in his chest and he started to get the sinking feeling that Tobirama was finally preparing to reject him. But even if he did, Madara wanted it to happen now rather than at a later point. Even now, he was already way too smitten with Tobirama and if he didn’t bring clarity, it would only get worse.  

After what felt like an eternity, Tobirama straightened up and returned Madara’s look. “I have overheard your conversation with Izuna a couple of days ago,” he started, his voice quavering only ever so slightly. His gaze remained firm. “And I think I might have been mistaken.”

Madara tilted his head and looked at him, his whole body feeling tense in anticipation of what was to come next.

Tobirama sighed and shook his head. “I have to apologize for my behavior. I should have known better but for some reason, it didn’t even come to my mind that there might be someone else already. I’ve only realized that when I heard you and Izuna talking about him. I’m sorry. I don’t want to stand in the way of you and him.”

Madara stared at him speechlessly while his mind desperately tried to make sense of what Tobirama was saying. He thought back to the conversation with Izuna where he had accidentally started swooning over Tobirama, only to protest when Izuna amusedly asked him whether he was into him. Tobirama had overheard how he had called him Mr. Perfect and … Madara froze. Suddenly, he realized that he had never once mentioned Tobirama’s name in the conversation with Izuna.

And with the impact of a meteor, all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

“You’re such an idiot, little Senju,” he groaned and buried his face in his hands, torn between frustration and hysterical laughter when the past couple of days finally made sense.

Tobirama shifted from one foot to the other, eyeing him increasingly worried. “I am so sorry,” he said, his voice starting to sound slightly concerned. “I didn’t mean to –“

But before he had the chance to finish his sentence, Madara had regained enough composure to start speaking again. “Tobirama, you are so …” He stopped, paused and took a deep breath, Tobirama’s worried gaze locked onto him. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud in desperation. “Tobirama, I’ve been talking about you. You are Mr. Perfect, don’t you understand? It’s always been you!”

Tobirama’s jaw dropped and he stared at Madara entirely bewildered. “I … you … what?!”

Madara started laughing and his whole body trembled when relief and disbelief collided with each other. Tobirama still seemed entirely shocked. His mouth opened and closed at a loss of words. Madara tried desperately to calm down and when he finally managed to gather himself, he grabbed Tobirama’s hand and looked at him solemnly. “I am into you, Tobirama. The question is, what about you?”

Tobirama stared down at their hands and Madara’s heart skipped a beat when he didn’t reply instantly. But then, Tobirama squeezed his hand and his cheeks got blazing red. “I like you, too,” he said softly, still sounding slightly incredulous. But slowly, the realization seemed to sink in and his face lit up. Madara’s heart melted when Tobirama started smiling, his gorgeous eyes shining like the stars above them. And before he knew what was happening, Tobirama pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Madara’s heart thundered in his chest when Tobirama came closer, a vulnerable expression in his eyes. And all uncertainty faded away when Madara closed the distance between them, stealing Tobirama a tender kiss.

He still felt Tobirama’s warm lips on his when he heard the creak of the patio door behind them. He felt Tobirama releasing him reluctantly and Madara turned around to face Hashirama and Izuna who stood on the doorsteps, their eyes wide opened. Madara held his breath and peered at Tobirama, tensely waiting for his reaction. But to his surprise, Tobirama returned Hashirama’s gaze entirely unfazed. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, he took Madara’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You wanted to say?” he asked, giving his brother a sassy look.

And all at once, Hashirama and Izuna started beaming. They exchanged a look and Izuna held his hand up to a high five which Hashirama returned. “Finally!” Hashirama burst out, Izuna nodding emphatically.

And in this moment, Madara couldn’t imagine ever being happier. But when he glanced at Tobirama who returned his smile tenderly, he knew that there were still many dimensions of happiness left for them to discover.

[thornsnvultures]

Sweet Treat 🍬

Wanda Maximoff x wife!Reader

470 wc, fluff, lots of candy

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

🍁 fluff/kinktober masterlist | @flufftober day 31: sweet treats

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"Left Twix or right Twix?"

"You know they're the same right?"

Wanda rolled her eyes as she dug through Tommy's bucket on her side of the table, checking the contents for pieces she knew the boys didn't like.

"Humor me."

"Okay fine," she threw up her hands and pushed the bucket to the side. "Um, right. Right Twix."

"Perfect!" You toss a small packet labeled 'right' in big boldface lettering her way and open yours marked 'left'. "I always pick left." You smile and pop the bite sized candy in your mouth.

"You're ridiculous." She fights off a smile and shakes her head, continuing on with the sorting.

"You gonna eat yours?"

"No! It's the boys' candy!" Wanda whisper-yells at you, trying not to wake them. They're tuckered out from a long night of trick or treating and have long since passed out on the couch leaving you and Wanda to do the dirty work of "sorting" all their candy.

"Hey, we walked around with them for three hours. We deserve a little bonus."

Wanda shoots you with her infamous mom glare and you raise your hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright. It's one piece, they'll be fine!"

You get up from the kitchen table, rounding it to loosely wrap your arms around Wanda's neck from behind. She sighs into your hold, her back melting into your front as you press kisses into her hair and cheek.

"Want some wine, Mama?"

"Mmm, yes please."

You reluctantly pull away and pad into the kitchen to pour you and your wife a glass.

Instead of returning to your seat you place the wine on the table and lift Wanda out of her chair. She protests for a moment as you pull her on your lap, complaining about needing to focus on what she's doing.

"Wanda, baby. Stop." She huffs one more time for good measure before picking up her glass of wine and almost downing the whole thing in one go. "Whoa! Whoa, slow down! We've got all night."

"I'm sorry I'm just-"

"I know. Let me take care of you, baby. All this will still be there in the morning. We've got all weekend."

Wanda sighs and leans into you as you push back her curtain of hair and press a kiss after kiss to the side of her neck.

"Do you-," she gasps and almost spills her wine when you nibble at the spot behind her ear you know she likes, "Do you think Piet could-?"

"I'll call him in the morning," you take the glass from Wanda's hand and turn her to face you. You watch her bite her lip, already so needy for you and you've barely started. "He'll watch the boys if he knows what's good for him. My pretty little wife needs to be taken care of."

[sofya-fanfics]

A Sweet Treat

Happy Halloween!

My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : A Sweet Treat.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Lucy opened the refrigerator door and took out a dish, which she put on the table. The Halloween chocolate candies she had baked were ready. She smiled, proud of the result. She had made several shapes of chocolates. Ghosts, pumpkins, bats. She tasted one and closed her eyes, happy.

Disclaimer : Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

@flufftober​

AO3 / FF.NET

Lucy opened the refrigerator door and took out a dish, which she put on the table. The Halloween chocolate candies she had baked were ready. She smiled, proud of the result. She had made several shapes of chocolates. Ghosts, pumpkins, bats. She tasted one and closed her eyes, happy. It was a success. She put them in a bag, left her house and headed for the guild.

The guild members had decided to throw a Halloween party and Lucy had volunteered to bake the candies. She was looking forward to tonight. She had even bought her witch costume a long time ago.

All the members were busy preparing the room and each had a task to accomplish. The decoration, the music, the drinks. Lucy brought the candies to Mirajane, who was in the kitchen. Looking at all the decorations, Lucy was sure this party would be magical.

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The party was in full swing. Everyone was dancing, drinking, having fun and they all enjoyed Lucy’s candies. She should have been happy, yet she was sad. Natsu and Happy had not yet returned from their mission. Before leaving, Natsu had promised her to be back for Halloween and Lucy knew that he would do everything to keep his promise. He would be here soon.

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Lucy had gone home. In the end, she had not had as much fun as she had hoped. Natsu had not returned and without him, she felt like Halloween night was not so fun. So rather than keeping herself to herself, she had preferred to go home.

She had removed her make-up and had put on her pajamas. She sat down on the couch with an ice cream pot in her hands. She intended to devour it while waiting for Halloween to be over.

Someone knocked on her door. She got up from the couch and went to open the door. She opened her eyes wide when she saw Natsu. He wore a big pumpkin on his head as a disguise and made a scary face.

“Trick or treat !” He said in a scary voice.

But Lucy was not terrified. A huge smile lit up her face and she threw herself into his arms. Natsu put his arms around her waist and laughed.

“I promised you I'd be back for Halloween.”

Lucy took him to the living room and Natsu took the pumpkin off his head. He put it on the coffee table and they sat down on the couch.

“Look what I brought back from the guild.”

He took a bag of Halloween chocolates out of his pocket and Lucy caught herself from laughing.

“What ?” Natsu asked, seeing her smile.

“I baked them.”

Natsu opened the bag and took out a candy.

“Let's taste them. It's not really Halloween if there's no candy.”

He put the candy in his mouth and swallowed it.

“Delicious !” He exclaimed.

Lucy blushed. Seeing Natsu enjoying the candy she had baked made her happy. He took another candy and handed the bag to Lucy so she could eat one.

It was not the evening she had imagined, but it had turned out much better than she had hoped for.

The end

[marcusdoodlesalot]

Day 31: Dreams Do Come True

I FUCKING DID IT!!!!

[lovely-english-rose]

day 31 of @flufftober - sweet treat

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Prompt Day 31: dreams do come true

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Rating/Length: 1,048; T

Tags: fluff, Established Relationship

Summary: Teddy thinks back on his relationship with Mort

Day thirty-one of flufftober 2023: dreams do come true

Authors Note: we’ve finally reached the end! Thirty-one days, thirty-one fics! I am tired, I’m going to bed! Happy Halloween!

@flufftober

[divinemissem13]

Good To The Last Drop

Prompt: Flufftober, day 31: Dreams do come true (tumblr)/ Halloween costumes (reddit) Fandoms: Star Trek (VOY, PIC) Ship: Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway AO3 Link

Beverly loves Halloween and is determined that, by the end of the day, Kathryn will love it too.

“Trick or treat!” Beverly bounces onto the bed with a level of exuberance usually displayed by a much younger woman.

Kathryn groans and pulls the blanket over her head before mumbling, “You’d better have coffee or else this is a very mean trick.”

Beverly leans over and pulls the blanket back down so that she can waft the cup of coffee under Kathryn’s nose. Kathryn cautiously opens one eye to assess the situation before she sits up and takes the novelty Halloween mug from Beverly. It is shaped like a pumpkin with a stem curled around to form the handle, but Kathryn can overlook the ridiculous mug as long as the coffee is good.

Beverly waits, somewhat patiently, for Kathryn to have enough coffee to allow for a real ‘good morning.’ Her eyes gleam and sparkle, though, betraying her calm outward demeanor to Kathryn who eyes her over the rim of the mug. 

Kathryn finishes about half of the coffee and then finally musters up an amused smile for her partner. “I know you have a thing for ghosts, but I had no idea you were so into Halloween,” she teases, thinking about a very particular ghost from Beverly’s past.

Beverly rolls her eyes and scoots up to lean against the headboard next to Kathryn. “Oh, yes, you know me and ghosts: that’s why I find it so charming when you pull the bed sheets over your head,” Beverly says sarcastically, wondering why she ever thought it was a good idea to tell Kathryn about Ronin. She does love Halloween though, and this one in particular, so she forgives Kathryn easily and leans over to give her a peck on the cheek. “Good morning, by the way,” she says, casually tucking her head into Kathryn’s shoulder and knitting their legs together under the covers. 

Kathryn kisses the top of her head and the two sit quietly, basking in the autumn sun and in each other. This is Kathryn’s favorite part of the day and she dreads the last sip of coffee because it means they will have to get up and get ready to face the world outside of their bedroom. So she drinks her first cup of coffee now much slower than she used to, sometimes even starting a conversation to stall the inevitable. 

“So tell me, what is it about Halloween?” she nudges Beverly gently to elicit an answer.

Keep reading on AO3 (sorry this is a long one!)

[bytheangell]

Something Sweet

Flufftober Day 31 - A Sweet Treat (Read on AO3)

It’s well known among Thomas Lightwood’s family that once he has his mind set on something there’s absolutely no changing it. So when Thomas says that he’s in love and that the person he’s in love with is Alastair Carstairs, his parents don’t fight him about it.

Once they’re certain that Thomas’ parents aren’t going to hate Alastair on sight, Thomas invites Alastair over for dinner.

“I just really want them to meet you,” Thomas says.

“They’ve met me before, Thomas,” Alastair points out.

“Yeah, but that was before. This is… different.” It sounds lame, but it makes sense in his head. “I want them to meet you as my boyfriend.”

“Alright, then. I’ll be there.”

The soft smile on Alastair’s face is worth sounding a little lame, Thomas thinks, grinning himself.

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Alastair arrives on time to the minute, which is unfortunate for Thomas who sat by the window checking outside every 10 seconds for the last thirty minutes.

“I brought dessert,” Alastair says, holding out a tray.

“Oh, how lovely,” Mrs. Lightwood says, taking it from him. “I can’t wait to try some after dinner.”

Thomas sits next to Alastair at the table and gives his hand a little squeeze every time it looks like Alastair is nervous, or thrown off by one of his parents’ many, many questions.

“Don’t worry, they like you,” Thomas whispers to Alastair as the plates clear between dinner and dessert.

“How do you know?” Alastair asks.

“Trust me. You’d know if they didn’t,” Thomas laughs.

When dessert is brought out Alastair holds his breath, watching the reactions of Thomas’ family around the table.

“What is it?” Mr. Lightwood asks, holding it up.

“It’s a nougat, made with my family’s old recipe,” Alastair explains. “It’s mostly nuts and honey and a sugar paste.”

Thomas knows that look on Alastair’s face - he waits for more questions, or for judgmental looks for not bringing something ‘normal’. Instead, Thomas’ mother reaches for one of the treats without hesitation.

“They’re delicious, dear!” she exclaims, bits of nougat still in her mouth. She realizes this and covers it with her hand as she finishes chewing. “Excuse me, where are my manners?”

“Now you’ve done it, Alastair,” Mr. Lightwood says in a mock-threatening tone. “You’ll have to bring desserts with you all the time now or you’ll never hear the end of it.”

All the time. Thomas catches the simple words, the promise of more dinners and more conversations and more nights with his family and his boyfriend, and grins.

Knowing that Alastair has a safe place here, with him? That’s a revelation sweeter than any dessert.

[artekai]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Horizon (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: One-sided Talanah Khane Padish/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Dailah Khane Jageer (Original Carja Character), Talanah Khane Padish, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Misogyny, (specifically canon typical Carja misogyny), Internalized Misogyny, Internalized Homophobia, Flufftober 2023, Original Character-centric

Series: Part 1 of Shattered Stars

Summary:

When Dailah gets too nervous to face Sun King Avad, hearing about the newest Sunhawk of the Hunters' Lodge gives her a little bit of courage.

@flufftober 2023 Day 31: Dreams do come true

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Office Treasure Map

Flufftober day 31! A sweet treat (I was very tempted to cheat and post my Halloween sweet treats story from before flufftober, but then I was good) Garvez WC: 213

“Trick or treat!” Luke called from the door, orange plastic treat bowl he’d clearly taken from the break room in hand. Penelope looked up from her screens, “Alvez, what are you doing?” “What does it sound like? We may be at work, but it IS Halloween, Garcia. Trick or treat.” holding out the bowl again, he shook it for emphasis, plastic wrappers rustling. Thrown off, she narrowed her eyes shaking her head, “I- I don’t have any candy.”  He was so childish sometimes. “This is an office.” Taking the opportunity to wander further in to her space , he argued, “That is a lie, of all the people on this floor, you are definitely the one to have candy.” Then, pulling a piece of paper out of his front pocket and dropping it in front of her, “Anderson drew me a map of which offices to hit up, yours had a ring of stars around it. “ “He wha-? You can’t use Anderson that way!” Luke was leaning against her desk, legs crossed, hugging the bowl to his chest as he picked through it pulling out a fun sized Kitkat. “Why not? You guys use him for boring stuff all the time, at least this was fun. And I told him I'd share.”  

“Whatever." She stuck out her tongue, “You’re out of luck. JJ sent Will to pick some up earlier and all the stores were sold out so, I gave all my reserves to her to pass out. No candy here. Garcia’s House of Sweets is closed.” “Aw. In that case,” Upturning the bowl, he emptied his collection into her lap, small candy bars pelting her arms as they rained down, “A treat for your good deeds. Anderson'll understand.” 

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