#fictober 1

[inevesgf]

BITE ME • CHARLES LECLERC

the vampiric nature of charles slips into the depths of intimacy as he lets his desires lead the way, treating you to a night of pleasure.

content + warnings: +18 vampire!charles, pure smut, p in v, oral (female receiving), table sex, slight fingering, dirty talk, praise, creampie, no use of a condom (practice safe sex!). word count 1.5k.

decided to write a little vampire au since i love all things vampires (and charles leclerc)! if you would like to find other works from this special or read my other works, click the link here ⋆·˚ ༘ * happy fictober! notes + reblogs are heavily appreciated. yes .. title is an enhypen ref soz.

a vampire’s ability to seduce was incredulous — all it gave was a look of the eyes, a glint of desire in them, to get you soaked. 

your boyfriend, charles, was a blood sucker — a monster, even — though his heart was anything but malicious. charles loved deeply, heavenly, peppering you in any form of love you desired. smalls gifts, forehead kisses, acts of service — he would feed you the appreciation he knew you deserved.

charles was aware when you wanted it, he could practically smell the desire radiating off of you. the way your pulse quickened in your neck, your blood pumping through your veins. he was a vampire — of course — but he would never dream of sinking his teeth into your pretty skin unless you wanted him too.

your body laid sprawled on top of the dining room table, legs spread as charles laid between them, sucking on the sweet flesh of your thigh. the feeling of his fangs dancing delicately around your skin made you gasp, your muscles tensing in an attempt to keep you from squirming as he worshipped your body like a saint.

vampires were sexual creatures of the night, their touch possessive and firm as they stalked their prey. to charles, you were anything but prey, yet a snack who had willing given themselves to him. despite his vampire nature, charles was one to please, mapping the skin of your body as his lips made their descent.

“you’re so sweet, amore,” charles’ voice hummed between your legs, his stubble brushing softly against your thigh as his lips swam inches away from your cunt. his words sent a shiver up your spine, your darkened eyes of desire pooling into his as you caught your bottom lip under between teeth. 

his lips kissed softly on the side of your cunt, eliciting a moan from your pale lips as they parted into an o shape. “just like that,” you hummed, a soft whine slipping through as you praised the man. your body grew desperate, waiting impatiently or his tongue to work his feverous magic exactly where you craved him.

charles chucked dryly at your words, his eyes sparkling with a readiness to please as his tongue darted out, flicking the bud of your cunt painfully soft. a moan escaped your widened mouth, manicured nails digging into the doily below that sprawled upon the table. 

charles’ mouth opened to suck on your clit, his tongue flicking the bud as his teeth pressed against you, his fangs tickling your sensitive skin. “fuck,” you moaned out, an exclamation of your pleasure falling from your mouth so eloquently despite the brutality of the attack on your cunt. 

charles hummed against your dripping core, the saliva trailing from his mouth coming to soak the table below as his tongue dipped inside, sitting snug between your tight walls. his curved nose pressed against your clit, the sensation doubling as your hips slightly rocked, your body desperate for the attention you ensnared.

as charles ate you like a man starved, the familiar sensation pooled in your stomach, your cunt throbbing as it twitched under his mouth. before you could exclaim your undoing, charles’ lips pulled away, his fangs glistening as his hungry eyes looked into yours.

a whine fell from your lips at the loss of contact, your legs shaking as a hint of disappointment ruptured through your body. you were so close, teetering on the edge of complete pleasure from the consummate elegance of his mouth against your pussy. 

“why’d you stop?” you grumbled, the disappointment evident in your voice as you stared up at him, your eyes widening in a sense of confusion. all charles did was laugh softly, his calloused hands coming to rub the smooth skin of your thigh.

“what’s the fun of having you cum on my face when you can on my cock instead?” his filthy words had you reeling, your stomach turning in excitement as the glance of his green eyes danced around the curves of your body. you nodded in agreement, your cunt pulsating in need as charles began to rid himself of his pants, pulling the waistband of his boxers down in its wake. 

“fuck,” you grunted, the need overcoming every ounce of your body as charles’ undressed himself, “need you so fucking bad.” despite your usual elegant facade, you had a dirty mouth on you, and charles ate up every word as if they were a full course meal as he took his hardened cock in his hands. his stroked it teasingly, letting his pupils pool into yours as he egged you on, desperate for the begging tone to fall from your lips again. 

you knew what he wanted as his cock twitched under his fingers, the precum glistening which only excited you more. “need you to fuck me full,” you begged again, the dirtiness laced in your words eliciting a soft groan from charles, “please fuck me, charlie.”

all it took was an utter — a whine — of his name before charles aligned his hardened cock with your entrance, your slick decorating the tip more as it pressed into you. a sharp hiss escaped your mouth as he entered, the stretch of your cunt welcoming and warm. taking a hold of your hips, charles’ eyes found yours once again, a glint of desire decorating his pupils as he groaned. “look at me while i fuck you,” he instructed, his hips starting their rhythmic rock as he began to fuck into you, your cunt consuming him whole. 

charles’ pace picked up quickly, his body slamming into yours as the sound of skin slapping filled the dimly lit dining room. small grunts and curses fell from his pale lips as he thrusted in and out, his fangs poking through as he bit down on his bottom lip.

“fuck, so good—“ you moaned out, your eyes drifting to where you met as the desire in your stomach only bubbled more. a glistening ring formed around his cock from where you cunt had swallowed him, your excitement visible through the slick decorating his base. the comparably pornographic scene had you stirring, little whines and moans escaping your parted lips in pleasure and enjoyment. 

“feels good, amore, huh?” charles grunted, one hand coming up to grip your chin as you pulled your gaze back to meet with him. the eye contact was erotic, charles’ pace only growing as your eyes stared into his. “mhm, yeah,” was all you could moan out, the parted o of your lips still plastering your visage as pleasure rocked your body. 

when charles was content with your matched gaze, his hand fell from your chin, his hips still fucking into you with great speed. his thick cock slipped in and out of your cunt feverishly, hitting the spot that made your body tremble over and over again. 

charles’ fingers delicately traced the flesh of your thigh, making intricate circles around the bruises and bites he had decorated you with previously. his cold digits slid up your skin, sending your body into a shock as they began to finger at your clit. 

the combined feeling of charles cock fucking into you and his fingers dancing around your core had your body trembling, the moans ringing throughout the air louder than before. “making me feel so good,” you grunted as charles’ pace began to speed up, the rock of his hips mimicking that of a maniac as he chased his high alongside yours.

in response to your subtle praise, charles hummed, sweat beading around his forehead as his skin slapped against yours, his fingers working their magic around your reddened clit. “so close, aren’t you?” charles groaned, his tone laced with a teasing desire that pummeled through his whole body. all your fucked out brain could work out as a response was a nod, the moans telling the same tale as your stomach twisted into a tightened knot. 

“cum for me, bella,” charles demanded, a slight hint of a beg drifting through his words as his cock twitched inside, ready for his own release. you didn’t need charles’ order to push you over the edge, your own slick already leaking around his cock as you finished, the help of his fingers melting you in his grasp. 

charles fucked you through your high, his cock throbbing as he pumped his cum deep inside of you, his body shaking in pleasure and satisfaction. pulling his cock out of your tight cunt, the milky liquid slowly leaked out, pooling underneath you and onto the wooden table that had taken the role of the bed in a time of need. 

the air smelled of sex, the filthiness of it all overpowering as you came down from your high, a small smirk decorating your lips as charles hummed. “everybody will know you’re mine, amore. they’ll know how much fun we had when they see those marks on your neck,” charles’ teased, his words a bit breathless as he composed himself. in an attempt to match his tone, the tinge of desire still lingering in your body, you pursed your lips. with a glint of mischief in your eyes, the challenging words fell from your mouth in a whisper:

 “oh, you love it? then bite me.”

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[lady-ashfade]

Day 1 Of Fictober

Love potion

Yandere!Class 1A x Witch Reader Hc’s

Ask:Class 1a got hit by one of their potions and Reader is desperately trying to get an antidote. @serxinns

Warnings: Love potion, Yandere tendencies, obsession, Slight touching without permission.

Infecting the whole class at the same time was a mess. You had left your fail experiment out in your studying room and denki decide it would be funny to take some, and poor it in the food. You had no clue what it did but you knew it stay away, a feeling running down your spine or whispers in your ear.

Denki though it would have been something small like coughing up fire or needing to go right to the bathroom. But no, he infected the whole class with a obsession potion that made them deadly in love with you.

A hair had feel into your cauldron and a few mess up and you had made new potion. Some could say you had made the first one of its kind.

They followed you around the whole night. Their eyes on you at each second with a new sprinkle in their eyes.

At the table they all started to bicker at each other for unknown reasons to you. The girls started to grabbed ahold of you and soon you were picked up from your seat with your arms pulled in different directions. Mina held on and tugged you to her, then on the other side was Uraraka who did the same thing.

“She should sit with me!” “No! She’s with us!”

You groaned and look at the two very confused at the new aura in the air. Soon you were grabbed by Kirishim with Mina “I think sweetie belongs with us.” Then another hand wrapped itself around your wrists. You see deku glaring at Kiri with a glare you had never seen before.

“She’s in our group, I advise you to let go.” Dekus grip tights and the waves and sounds of his quirk get louder. Your face drops and pull you hands away from both of them which takes them back.

You rub your wrists, “I’ll just eat in my room. You guys are all being weird….Did something happen today?” Looking around at all of them your stomach drops. All their gazes are full of hunger.

You pick up your tray and turn to walk out of them room. Something didn’t feel right and the universe was trying to warn you. Heading to the door iida rushed in front of you and blocked off the door way.

“I must ask you to stay! It’s rude to ignore your friends, especially when we’re all worried about you.” You give him and head tilt.

“Worried? Why, I’m fine. If anything I should be the one worried.”

Then a pair of arms wrap around your arm and a head rubs up against you, “We all just care about you, so much.”

“Ribbit- Yeah, can’t we care for you?” Froppy comes up behind her friend and stare at you strangely.

Then all of them are surrounded you and looking at you, then girls taking it to calm you down and baby you. Through all of this you are just very confused. Scared for their well being and your own. So looking around for anything to help you or distract yourself your eyes fall on something that makes your mouth hang open.

Oh. It all made sense.

A potion bottle from your collection with barely any potion left within it. You made a note that this is some sort of affection potion and hopefully it will go away in a few hours.

“I apologize, I see someone in here took some of my potion this morning and infected all of you with it. Don’t worry I’ll find a antidote, I just need some time.” You slip your arm away from her.

As soon as you try and escape pass them, Momo and Hagakure jump in front of you. “But, we aren’t in any harm.” Momo gave you a unusual smile.

“Y/n-San is always so nice to us, she’s too cute.” You blush when a new pair of arms wrapped around from behind and a chin pressed on your other shoulder.

It was Jirou and her face was almost as red as yours and with a shy face, almost a pout. “Stay with us for a few.”

As the girls started to circle around you and start to touch your hair, or body and giggle. The boys stare jealously and darkly at them, wishing they could touch you as well.

There was a small fight after between the BakuSquad, DekuSquad, and others that group together on who you should be with for the rest of the night. Whoever won you got squeezed all night between the groups and babied over.

The next school day was stressful because you got pulled around like a play toy. It was over every small thing, who you got to sit next to, who you get to train with, and even who got to walk you to class.

The main three in class was harder to deal with because they were the group “leaders”. You had bruises on your wrists on how much you got tugged around.

At one point Bakugou pulled you into him and rested is head on your shoulders while pressing you into him. His hands wrapped around your hips and you swear he was trying to kiss you.

There was only one class you had without them, and you used that to make antidote to use on them. So later that night you slipped it into the cookies you made and guilt tripped them into eating it.

“If you don’t love me, I get it. I must make horrible cookies.” You faked crying and rushed away with heart shaped cookies. The class ran after you and shoved them down their throats to make you happy. You smile as they all finish and waited for them to be normal again.

There was only one problem, it never worked.

“How do you feel?”

A shiver ran down your sides as a laugh that sounded off from deku, a smile that was too wide and creepy.

“As in love with you as ever.”

Mina came up and twirled your hair, “Must have made a “Antidote” to make us normal again. Silly you, there’s no changing us.”

She was right. You couldn’t figure out how to make them normal again. There was only hope to keep you going, to one day get them back.

[randomfoggytiger]

randomfoggytiger's Fictober: Week 1

Hello, hello!

Just a quick summary of my fics this past week~.

(**Note**: I'm going pause writing for the rest of this week; but will, hopefully, return the week after, fresh and rarin' to go. :DDDD)

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Week 1

Day 1: "Every Day It's Like Halloween"

Post First Person Shooter Mulder and Scully find trouble at a ren faire. (Thanks to @thescullyphile for the prompt~)

Day 2: "You're in a Very Dark Place"

Post A Christmas Carol Mulder is visited by Melissa's ghost. (Thanks to @cecilysass for the prompt~)

Day 3: "Probable Cause"

Scully begrudgingly lets Mulder attempt to lift her speech curse. (Thanks to cecilysass, again~)

Day 4: "You Know My Memory Isn't What It Used to Be"

Post Herrenvolk Scully realizes Tena Mulder is involved in a coverup. (Thanks-- again, again!-- to cecilysass~)

Day 5: "Just Sing Anything"

Mulder and a little girl (try to) escape yet another monster in the woods.

Day 6: "The Little Uber Scullys"

AU Lily Mulder-Scully enjoys weirding out her brother and father (via "slugging.")

Day 7: "You Have to Go Back to Bed"

Post Hungry Mulder and Scully discuss his temporary setback. (Thanks to @agent-troi for the prompt~)

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Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[autobot2001]

Proven Wrong

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Multiple slasher movies Genre: T Warning: Killing PairingL None Description: Freddy questions Jamie claiming she senses three intruders near the slasher house.

Day 1; @ailesswhumptober; "If you cry, will go easy on you." @fictober-event; "That was good work."

"Seriously?" Freddy says. "Miles of trails in these woods, and people are approaching the house?" "Yes," Jamie answers. "You know she can sense energy," Hannibal argues. "Oh, right, a freak with powers," Freddy mocks. Everyone else believes in Jamie's powers. They all go searching for the intruders before the intruders reach the house. They all split up, going down different paths. Jamie goes with Michael.

The three intruders walk down a path and ready a clearing. They see seven other paths. "Great, we're lost," one intruder says. They see Jamie running down a path. "At least we'll have fun," another intruder says. "Oh, going to assume I'm a helpless kid, are we?" Jamie says. "You do not know who you're dealing with." She whistles. The intruders are confused, but the slashers understand it as a signal that she has found them. The three intruders watch as eight slashers run down the path they're on, reaching the clearing. "Oh fuck, they kidnapped you?!" one intruder asks Michael stands behind Jamie. His form towering over her. He puts a hand on her shoulder. Everyone sees the three boys' confused looks. "Y-you're friends with them?!" "Fuck, Roy, we shouldn't have gone too deep into the woods." "Shut up, Rex!" Roy says. "If you cry, will go easy on you," Freddy mocks. "I'm not afraid!" Roy says. Rex and the third boy remain silent. "Fools," Freddy says. Freddy shows his clawed glove, and Jason shows his matchet. Billy, Stu, Norman, and Michael show their knives. Even with two unarmed slashers and Jamie is unarmed, two of the boys are afraid. "Crap, we're dead," the third intruder says. "Stop being a coward, Trey," Roy says. Roy charges toward Jamie. While he knows she can handle the intruder, Michael's protective instincts take over. He stabs Roy in the chest. Rex and Trey panic. "Who's next?" Billy smiles. The two boys run. "Screw a game of cat and mouse," Stu says. "Jamie."

Jamie runs after the two. She quickly catches up to the two boys. They stop running, believing she can't do anything without a weapon. Roy is about to grab her when she punches him in several places. The boy falls to the ground, unable to move. Before Trey can run, he's punched several times and falls to the ground. "What did you do?" Trey asks. "I can't move!" "I think a chase would have been fun, but at least we'll be dealing with them," Freddy comments. Freddy and Jason drag the boys behind some trees, but their screams can still be heard. A few minutes later, Freddy and Jason join the others. "That was good work, Jamie," Freddy praises. "We had a little fun tonight." They all go back to the house. Jamie finds it odd Freddy praised how she sensed the three boys were around.

[sun-lit-roses]

It's October - AKA Prompt Season!

In my hubris and overconfidence, I am once again attempting to write one multi-chaptered fic containing all the prompts for four different challenges.

Did I get it all written in September? No.

Do I have a plot line? No.

Do I have anything other than four lists of prompts and general vibes? I have an Introduction and Chapter One! (but otherwise, no.)

This may be fun or it may end in utter defeat on Day 3, but here is the start of Recovery! (Details below the cut.)

Prompt Day: 1

Fandom: Star Trek Strange New Worlds

Rating: G (subject to change since even I don't know what's coming next)

Warnings/Tags: N/A

Summary:

It wasn’t Chris' fault at all that his mouth had opened the moment they had a second of relative privacy, and an invitation to recuperate at his cabin in Montana came tumbling out.

The fact that Una accepted?

That was definitely a surprise.

[scullysexual]

fictober day 1 | e | this list | ao3 | @today-in-fic | @xffictober2023

It wasn’t the first time she’d had this thought. It wasn’t even the first time she planned to act on that thought but this time Mulder wouldn’t just be in her head, he would be there in flesh- if he agreed- and the thought of having a real, hard Mulder in there had her heart thumping. [Mulder and Scully try anal.]

iv. Anal.

Most of her ideas are thought of in the shower and this is no exception. What started off as a simple fantasy of Mulder joining her in the shower turned into something more daring when she runs the loofa over her ass.

It wasn’t the first time she’d had this thought. It wasn’t even the first time she planned to act on that thought but this time Mulder wouldn’t just be in her head, he would be there in flesh- if he agreed- and the thought of having a real, hard Mulder in there had her heart thumping, quickening her shower just a tiny bit more.

All she had to do was summon the courage to ask him.

He sits on her bed while she combs her wet hair, lost in his own little world as he reads his book. Now would be the time to ask him when he isn’t staring into her soul. Scully plucks up the courage, trying to come off as casual as she possibly can.

“Mulder…?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you think about anal?”

She avoids his eyes, focusing on putting her combs in a straight line.

“Giving or receiving?”

“Does the answer change depending on which?”

She hears him putting the book down and shift on the bed.

“No, not really.” He moves off the bed, coming to stand nearer. “I’ve been on the receiving end plenty of times but I’ve never given it.”

That does make her turn to look at him.

“Never?” she asks, surprised.

Mulder laughs. “No, really. Phoebe was never a fan of it. What about you?”

“What do I think about it?”

He smiles. “Have you ever done it?”

A red flush starts to creep up her neck, giving her away.

“Once. But only with myself.” Her eyes move to the chest of drawers off their own accord. When she pulls them back she finds Mulder with his eyes closed over, breathing heavily.

“I’d like to see that one day,” he mumbles to himself. He reopens his eyes and Scully notices they’ve darkened considerably.

“So when were you thinking?”

“Now?” she suggests, still blushing away. “I’m clean and—”

“Now is good,” Mulder agrees. He reaches for her pulling her up from the chair.

Scully waits on her bed as Mulder roots through the top drawers, finding all the things he needed and more. When he returns he has not only a bottle of lube but one of her smaller vibrators as well.

“You’ve got a nice collection in there, Scully,” Mulder comments, placing the items down and joining her on the bed. “Maybe we should use them all one day.”

“That could be fun,” Scully breaths out, giving him a small smile.

“So, you want to get to the main event or take it slow?”

Scully thinks it over. The night was still young and they didn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow. They had some time to kill.

“Slow,” she says and Mulder grins.

“You have some great ideas,” he says, leaning over to kiss her.

“You’d have said that even if I’d suggested the first option.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because all your ideas are great.”

He takes it slow, as promised, making sure not an inch of skin has gone untouched or skipped over with his lips. When his mouth finally touching that space between her legs, Scully is beyond wet. He still takes his time exploring, licking, sucking. When she comes, he replaces his mouth with his cock, thrusting in and out of her with ease, using her own wetness as a lubricant until she comes for a second time that night.

“I love watching you come,” he mutters, leaning above her and kissing her. He spends some time here, letting his tongue play with hers, before he pulls away and grabs the bottle.

“Want to do the honours?”

Scully sits up, reaching to grab the bottle but Mulder playfully pulls it away from her.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Scully rolls her eyes. “This was my idea remember?”

“Yeah but I don’t want it to seem like I’m pressuring you or anything.”

She cocks her head. “Do you want me to say no?”

“I want it to be your decision.”

She pushes at his shoulder, using his momentarily surprise and grab the bottle from his hand.

“You’re really annoying, did you know that?”

He smiles stupidly. “So you’ve told me many times.”

She can’t keep the smile away as she squirts the lube into her hand. His smile grows slack however, the moment that same hand wraps around him. She pumps him a few times and when he looks close he places a hand gently around her wrist.

“Your turn,” he whispers and smiles, picking up the bottle again.

Goosebumps cover her skin, her breath shortens, and her body starts to shiver with anticipation. She gets herself into a comfortable position and waits.

“Give me your hand,” she hears Mulder ask.

Confused, she lays her hand, palm upwards, beside her. Something is placed in her hand and her fingers close over it. The vibrator.

“You can use it if you want,” Mulder says.

Scully doesn’t switch it on yet but she keeps it in her hand just in case.

The cap is opened then closed on the bottle, Mulder’s hand ghosts over her ass and the tops of her thighs sending more goosebumps over her skin.

“You ready?” he asks and Scully nods.

“Yeah…”

The lube is cold and Scully gasps at the contact. All her muscles involuntarily clenching.

“Relax…” he coaxes. His finger circles around and Scully let’s the feeling spread through her, relaxing herself. A finger is pushed in and she moans feeling the intrusion at an usual place. Her pussy clenches around nothing and she almost moans again with disappointment.

“Use the vibrator,” Mulder is saying to her. “It might help.”

She switches it on, the device coming to life in her hand. Mulder pushes in and out, opening her up. The first touch of the vibrator has a louder, longer moan falling from her mouth as the sensations run through her. Mulder uses the moment to push another finger in.

“That feel good?”

“Oh yeah,” Scully moans again, her eyes falling shut.

“Good.” He thrusts his fingers in and out a few more times. “I’m gonna go in now, okay?”

Scully nods, focusing on the pleasure ripping pleasantly through her body. No sooner has his fingers left her anus does she feel the head of his cock pushing into that space.

His cock. She could hardly believe it.

He pushes in slowly and Scully has a thought to how much he is probably holding back.

“How do I feel?” she asks him.

“Amazing,” he answers immediately. “So fucking tight. I just want to go all the way in.” He must of felt the sudden tension in her body. “I won’t, though.” He pushes in some more and audibly moans just for her. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long, Scully.” There’s almost a note of regret in his voice.

“It’s okay. I’ve already had two orgasms, you’ve had none.”

“Well worth the wait.”

There’s one final push before he’s in her completely. They both moan in unison. It stings a little but she could ignore that if she just focuses on the vibrations running through her folds.

“I’m gonna start to move. Tell me if I hurt you.”

He goes slowly, barely moving in and out of her. It starts hurting less the more he keeps at it, the lube keeping her asshole slick. Before long he’s thrusting in and out as normal, all pain melting away for indescribable pleasure. God, he’s so much better than that little pink dildo.

She’s coming again for a third time when she moves the vibrator up to her clit just as he thrusts back in. She holds the device against her, muscles fluttering all around her. Mulder pulls out of her, freeing her, and Scully falls against the mattress, shutting the vibrator off and throwing it away from her just as Mulder’s hot come spills all over her back.

Mulder falls beside her, a “Jesus fuck, Scully!” muffled by the pillow.

“We need to do that again sometime,” she says, already growing sleepy.

“ Oh definitely.”

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 1

@mysme-fictober

Michael's edition

1 October 2023—GHOST

He wrinkled his nose as the wine touched his lips. Warm. Had he really been sitting here long enough for it to no longer be cool. With a sigh he set the glass down and rubbed at his temples. Standing he stretched his long legs and ran a long-fingered hand through his short dark hair. A glance towards the glass with storm grey eyes had him rethinking picking it up. With a sigh he did and swallowed what remained. No sense letting it go to waste.

Making his way to the kitchen he had to slow down, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally. Outside his home it thundered, the rain tattooing a discordant melody all around him. He stopped midway, eyes on the floor, grazing his stockinged feet. Slowly and with great hesitation, his eyes made their way to the portrait hung prominently on the wall. His normally vibrant eyes darkened as tears welled up. Pain struck him in the chest with the deafening beating of his heart.

There he stood, behind his late wife Lillie and their son. The boy was no more than six in the portrait, he was now a young man in his prime, away at University. He had taken after his wife in features and coloring. His auburn hair being the envy of many. It was often difficult to look at his son, seeing his wife’s eyes reflected back at him. In the last year they had seen each other only twice. At the funeral, and for Christmas. The boy had a life of his own after all. Jumin was happy for him, but he also thought that the reason he didn’t see him more was because it was too hard for him to see his father so sad.

An unbelievable amount of people thought a year was long enough to grieve, so now he spent much of his time alone with his own thoughts. He finally let himself gaze upon his wife. Certainly, since the portrait was taken, she had thickened around the middle, etched some fine lines around her face, even grown a few grey hairs, just as he had. But she had always been beautiful in his eyes. Her honey brown eyes stared back at him, that kind and benevolent smile radiant on her face. He remembered what it felt like to run his fingers through her thick hair, and the smell of her shampoo. She rarely wore perfume, but the smell of her hair lingered on the pillow, the sheets, her clothing, and in the air if she had recently been there.

His body broke into shuddering cries as the thunder and lighting continued to roar. It was as if the world grieved with him. The wind howling and destructive as if his insides tore through the countryside. He dropped to his knees, the glass shattering on the wood floor.

“Jumin.” The whisper carried in the wind, fluttering and disjointed. “J…u…m…i…n…” the elongated syllables hung in the air, surrounding his broken body.

He blinked and startled as the scent of Lillie’s hair wafted across his nose. Rising to his feet quickly he turned, unsure of what was happening. Had he finally lost his mind?

A loud clap of tunder sounded directly above his head as lightning flashed through the windows as if paparazzi stood outside with flashing bulbs. It startled him and he wrapped his arms around his head, a soft whine escaping his mouth.

“Jumin…”

“Stop! Please! No!” he stammered, choking back more sobs.

“My love.” Lillie’s voice was soft and soothing. Just the way she sounded when she was about to scold him for something.

“L…Lillie?” he dropped his arms and turned towards the voice. In the hallway stood his wife. He knew she wasn’t really there, she was dead. Dead and gone, never to return. But there, there she was anyway, all he had to do was reach out and touch her. She looked healthy, not at all the emaciated thing she had become as the disease ate her from the inside out. He had wasted no money on finding someone, somewhere to help her. But cancer didn’t care about money.

She smiled at him and held her arms open. He stepped into those welcome arms, unaware of the glass pressing through his socks and into his skin. Blood trailed as he took several steps, but he was beyond physical pain. She wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his head into her soft bosom. He missed the feel of her. Her perspective on anything and everything. She was his rock, his sounding board, his conscience. He loved her and he missed her.

“My love, you have so much more life to live. Don’t shut yourself away like this.” She cooed into his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands.

“I miss you so much. How…how can I go on?” he sobbed.

“You must. I know you loved me, I felt it every single day. You know what it is to love and be loved. Those who care about you are worried. Our son is worried. You must be strong my love. Not only for you, but for me and everything I will now miss. You must be there for our son, for our grandchildren, if there will be any, for our friends and family. You have grieved alone too long. You need to start living, even if it hurts.”

“I…I can’t! I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Take me with you!” he pleaded.

“It’s not your time. Don’t let it run out like this. Live! Live my love! Live!” he voice was stern but kind as it faded into nothing, as did she.

“NO!” Jumin screamed and dropped to his hands and knees. “NO!” he slammed his fists into the floor with force. He collapsed as the storm continued to rage outside. Once his body was spent of tears he sighed and took several deep breaths.

Live? Could he? Without her at his side? He thought about her words, about how much time he still had to live, about his son and his future. Yes, life was for the living. He would hold onto that small straw.

[underratedbananawerewolf]

Fictober Day 1

Prompt 1: “It’s not too late, let’s go”  

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail 

Rating: G 

Warnings: None 

Stelle stared at her unexpected pupil. In her mind Yanqing was plenty talented and he had one of the best teachers of the fighting arts as his father. Why he came to her for more lessons still baffled her. Largely because even she didn’t know where her combat skills came from. Kafka had said that she was in charge of training her before the space station, but it still didn’t explain everything.  

The Trailblazer was quite certain that none of her techniques, mostly consisting of generalized chaos, would help Yanqing in his quest to become stronger and better at his craft. However, in looking into those distinctly unchildlike eyes another thought occurred to her. She might be able to teach him any combat skills he didn’t already have but there were other things she might be able to teach him.  

“Come on, Yanqing. We’re going to Cloudford today.” A pause. “You won’t need your sword.”  

The boy squinted slightly in baffled surprise as he followed Stelle. “I won’t need my sword? I thought you were supposed to be teaching me.”  

“I’m going to. Just...it’s going to be something slightly different today, okay?” Stelle didn’t have a childhood she remembered, and Yanqing had pushed aside his. It was time to do something about that. “And that place is in Cloudford.”  

Taking the starskiff there was easy enough since her companion had no idea what she had planned. It might have taken her much longer to convince him if he knew that today’s lesson was on how to have fun.  

Seeing the posters as they got to the delve had Yanqing stopping. “Aetherium Wars? What’s that?”  

“It’s a fun video game. I’ve played it before.”  

He wrinkled his nose at that. “A video game. Those are for kids.” He paused and then flushed. “Uh...no offense meant, Teacher.”  

Stelle looked at him in slight amusement. It would take a lot more for her to be offended over something, but she knew that the Xianzhou were quite a bit more formal than herself. “I never got to be a kid, Yanqing. So, I’m making up for it. And I’m taking you along with me today.”  

“What?” The boy squeaked, his eyes wide. “I thought you were going to be training me.”  

“I am. And today’s lesson is on how to play.”  

Yanqing snorted. “I’m fourteen. I’m too old for playing silly games.”  

Stelle had to sigh to herself. He took himself much too seriously over some things. Couldn’t he see that his mentor, several centuries older than him, still played silly games? “It’s never too late to play silly games. Let’s go.” She cocked her head to the side. “Unless you don’t want me to teach you anymore.” An underhanded technique perhaps, knowing what she did about Yanqing’s dream, but the ends were worth the means. And it wouldn’t hurt him.  

With a sigh, he surrendered. “Okay, okay. What are the rules?”  

[thebittahwizard]

Fictober 2023 | Prompt 1 - “It’s not too late, let’s go.”

Chapter 2 - The Art of Resisting Much and Obeying Little

[inevesgf]

FULL MOON • DANIEL RICCIARDO

after daniel had been disappearing in the middle of the night for years during your relationship, you head back to the house one night only to be met with him turning into a vicious werewolf.

content + warnings: werewolf!daniel + reader, pre established relationship, descriptions of a morbid transformation, mentions of pain, yelling, angst — hurt + comfort, slightly happy ending. word count 3k.

decided to write something spooky for the month of october! if you would like to find other works from this special or read my other works, click the link here ⋆·˚ ༘ * happy fictober! notes + reblogs are heavily appreciated.

for the past three years of your relationship with daniel, your life had felt like a never ending cycle. you’d fuck, you’d fight, you’d apologize, he’d leave in the middle of the night while you were sleeping, and then you’d fight again – it was continuous.

daniel was a wonderful boyfriend, a great one even, but there was one thing you couldn’t shake. waking up at 2am with no daniel next to you or in the apartment was horrifying. where did he go? was he cheating? you wanted answers, but you loved him. a fear loomed over you when you assumed the worst, holding you back from opening your mouth.

it was a friday night, a full moon, when you decided to go to the pub with your friends. fridays were usually date nights for you and daniel, but with an irritated attitude masking his usual happy tone for days prior, you assumed he had just forgotten. it was fine though, you told yourself, you can wait til next week.

you were a little drunk – maybe more than you should have been – when you entered your shared apartment. the kitchen was dimly lit, a scented candle you had lit hours prior still pushing its aroma throughout the room. the apartment was silent, no signs of daniel anywhere, which had you sighing under your breath.

you weren’t going to leave daniel, you couldn’t – you loved him too much, but his attitude recently had gotten on your nerves. for the past week he had been moping around the house, grumbling at every word that fell from your mouth – it was like the part of him you knew was gone.

you tried to shake off the upsetting thoughts as you threw your bag onto the couch, pulling off the leather jacket that covered your spaghetti strapped shoulders as you made your way into your shared bedroom. your hand fumbled in the darkness, reaching for the light, but before you could turn it on, a voice spoke up.

“please – please don’t turn the light on.” daniel spoke nervously, his words shaky as he shuffled in his position in the darkened corner of your bedroom. “i thought you weren’t home. are you okay?” you questioned, a look of confusion decorating your face as you advanced further into the room, squinting to see more of daniel in the darkness.

“don’t come any closer–” he muttered quickly, turning his face into the wall. your mouth fell open to speak, but no words escaped as you stood there dumbfounded and confused. daniel was coward in the corner, his body turned away from you as you stood a few feet behind him. it was worrying, and in the darkness, you couldn’t make out what was happening.

“daniel, just please tell me what’s wrong..” you spoke softly, keeping your distance as you searched for an answer. you bit your lip, trying to come up with an explanation for his panicked words, but no ideas formed in your mind. “i – i can’t.” daniel muttered, his hands coming up to claw at at the wall in front of him as if to try and hold onto it.

“what do you mean you can’t?” you questioned, taking another step forward despite his plea. you weren’t sure what was wrong with him, but all you wanted to do in that moment was provide comfort to your boyfriend. “don’t come any closer!” daniel repeated sternly, his voice raising which caused you to flinch, taking a couple steps back. “i’m sorry,” he spoke again, this time more calm as he began to pant heavily, “just go get a hotel for the night, i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not leaving,” you spoke harshly, challenging him with a stern tone of your own, “not until you tell me what’s wrong.” daniel’s breath quickened, what you could see of his shoulders rising up and down quickly. he cleared his throat, heavy pants escaping his lips before he spoke, “nothings wrong.” 

daniel tried to remain cool, but you could see right through his facade as you treaded towards him, placing a tight grip on his shoulder with your hand as you turned him to face you. your lips fell apart in an effort to speak, but no words dared to spill after what you were met face to face to.

coward in that corner wasn’t your boyfriend – well it was, but not what you remembered of him. daniel’s eyes were bloodshot, dark veins swimming their way up to his pupils while more facial hair than normal decorated his features, traveling up along the side of his face. 

daniel sat dumbfounded, his eyes wide as his body shook in fear. “it’s a full moon.” he mumbled like everything would make sense to you in that moment – and it still didn’t. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your eyes dancing around daniel’s face as you took in his disheveled presence. “daniel–” you muttered out, your words breathless as you searched for an answer.

“you have to leave – you have to get out of here.” daniel ushered, standing up from his once seated position before he put his arms on your shoulders, trying to push you backwards out of the room. “stop – stop it!” you raised your voice, pushing him back by the chest – you were all too scared and confused to just listen to him and push you away.

daniel gasped at your outburst, taking a step back. “trust me, okay,” he took a deep breath before he continued, “i know what its looked like – i know how me being gone in the middle of the night makes you feel, but it’s not what you think it is. i’ve been lying to you, i’m sorry–” daniel croaked out, a hissing noise falling from his mouth as his gaze averted from you to the ground.

“what is it then? what’s the truth?” you retorted, a pained look on your face as you still couldn’t grasp the situation in your scattered brain. daniel took a deep breath, waiting a long moment before he answered, his eyes slowly raising to meet yours again, “i’m a werewolf.” 

god, you could have laughed at his confession, the words being too unreal to be true. “sure.” you whispered sarcastically, only causing daniel to grow more impatient as he advanced towards you again. “i love you, ok? but you need to leave before something bad happens.” he spoke, his words coming out low and labored. you still didn’t believe him even though he was practically unraveling in front of you, his breaths coming out in shaky gasps.

“what are you talking about?” you questioned, a morphed look between confusion and disgust decorating your visage. you didn’t want to believe daniel’s abnormal confession, but nothing else could explain the dark facial hair that grew on his face seemingly over the course of a few hours since you had last seen him. 

“why won’t you listen to me?” daniel panted, his body growing more tense as he itched at his arms, his body feeling as if it was about to jump out of his skin. daniel was trying to get ahold of himself, but he knew it was no use once he had seen the full moon peak over the corners of the curtain, pulling him into a withered trance.

his body froze in one place, his eyes widening as the light from the moon illuminated the room, lighting it up enough for you to make out the dark hairs growing up straight on his arms. your body shook as you took a step forward, placing your hand onto your boyfriend’s shoulder once more. “daniel–”

no additional words could fall from your mouth once you grasped what was occurring right in front of you. you didn’t believe daniel’s words until you saw it, the transformation now taking over his body as you stood horrified. 

daniel’s muscles tensed under his shirt, the ripping off the tiny threads echoing throughout the room. he let out a groan – no, a howl – a pained expression decorating his face, his eyes darting in every direction. daniel’s bones started to crack, shifting into every direction. the way his body contorted was unreal and you wanted to scream, yet you were frozen in fear – no noises able to escape from your parted lips.

daniel was unraveling in front of you, growling, groaning – nearly screaming – as he shifted into something that was no longer him, but a monster. the thin threads of daniel’s shirt tore off his back, revealing the dark hair – no, fur – that had now overtaken his smooth, olive skin. in fear, in confusion, you backed up, your head cladding with the wall.

at the small tap of your back with the wall, daniel craned around to face you, and it wasn’t til you were looking into his beady red eyes that you knew it wasn’t daniel anymore. what was once your boyfriend, someone who looked so kind and welcoming, now maintained the visage of a wolf – a hungry one with red, piercing eyes.

“daniel..” you muttered, a panicked expression decorating your face, and you began to wish you didn’t speak up when it started growling at you. looking at that thing was horrifying, your heart quickly pounding out of your chest – you couldn’t see daniel behind the eyes of that monster even if you searched and searched.

the wolf growled, nearing you as you somehow tried to sink your body deeper into the wall. running was no use and neither was screaming – this thing was your boyfriend whether you liked it or not. “daniel, daniel, please – it’s me,” you choked out a sob, your body on shut down as you started to hyperventilate, “daniel – please don’t hurt me.”

the only noises that filled the room was the growling of the wolf and your quiet pleas for your life. you clawed at the wall behind you, much like you feared the wolf’s claws would do to you, ripping you limb from limb.

you didn’t want to leave daniel, but you were scared. your body shook in fear as you gathered your thoughts, stirring up the courage to run. with a deep sigh of courage, you ran. you ran out of the bedroom, down the hall, to the door — all while the wolf growled and heaved as it pummeled towards you. the world was spinning around you, your eyes clouded as you slammed the door to your apartment, gasping and crying for a reason of why or how.

a restless night in a hotel bed wasn’t exactly what you needed at that moment. the revelation that daniel was not what you thought he was — a monster — breathed down your neck as the wolf once had. as you laid there on the hard mattress, you prayed. prayed to god for a reason, prayed to god for a miracle — then you found yourself realizing if god was real, he wouldn’t have shoved you head first into the arms of an unreal creature. 

it took plenty of courage and overthinking before you decided to make your way back to the apartment the next morning, disheveled, exhausted and scared. you took a deep breath before putting the key into the key hole, slowly turning it and pushing the door as you stepped in. despite your bodies best effort to make you freeze up and turn away, your mind shoved you on with the determination to find out the truth as you tiptoed into the living room.

a small gasp escaped your lips at the state of the room, the couch torn to shreds and glass everywhere. these items were replaceable, but your boyfriend wasn’t, and though you were scared of him in that moment, you couldn’t help but pray he was okay.

your heart broke even more once you noticed the broken picture frame on the floor, the glass shattered all around the living room carpet. a deep sigh escaped your lips as you bent to pick it up, carefully scrapping the glass away with your hand.

maldives trip, 2023 was wrote in black ink on the side – a photo from a vacation you and daniel had taken together. it was an image of the two of you, smiling brightly, arms around each other; it made you question if you could ever be that happy with daniel again after this revelation.

your eyes danced around the picture, a broadening sadness stirring in your chest before you were caught off guard. “hey,” daniel’s shaky voice spoke up from behind you, causing you to jump and drop the picture, only making the frame break more. you gulped as you turned around, and there he was – your boyfriend – with no deep fur, beady eyes or fangs. you didn’t know what to say, you couldn’t even muster up a ‘hello’ in response as you stared at him with a mix of fear and confusion. if looks could kill, daniel would be dead. 

“please,” daniel muttered out, a tone of begging in his voice, “just please let me explain.” he advanced towards you, taking the smallest step closer, and it took all of your courage to not back away or run. your hands shook at your side, your pupils widening slowly at the close proximity as daniel’s brown eyes pooled into yours. the pleading look in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, your body relaxing as willingness to listen finally flooded through.

you nodded softly, beckoning daniel to start his explanation of what had happened in front of your eyes the night prior. after taking a deep breath, daniel began, “i am a werewolf – i think you understand that now.” his voice was shaky, his lip quivering as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. daniel took another step closer, grabbing your hands to hold in his, which you didn’t find yourself fighting. 

“i didn’t tell you sooner because i was scared – i didn’t want you to leave me, and now i’ve realized i should have told you so long ago, sweetheart. i should have told you before i hurt you – and i did.” daniel’s voice began to break, his warm hands trembling as they held onto yours. 

you couldn’t find words – in fact, you still couldn’t grasp the situation – but you needed to muster up something in your tired brain. “no–” you quickly jumbled out, “you didn’t hurt me – you just scared me. i left because i was scared.” 

daniel tried his hardest to remain calm, but he couldn’t, tears welling in his big, brown eyes. his grip on your hands got a little tighter – a little more desperate. “but i scared you. it’s my fault. if you left and never came back, i would have understood that. i’m a monster.”

with your brain scattered and the rest of your body in fight or flight the previous night, you had thought him a monster, but as you stood in front of daniel at that moment, all you saw was your loving boyfriend. “no, no – you’re not. i’m just confused.” you stuttered out, maintaining eye contact as you stared into his eyes.

“i’ve been like this since before i met you, since before i can remember. i’m sorry, i should have told you sooner. i didn’t mean to scare you.” daniel tried to collect his words, to try and keep his thoughts organized, but as tears welled in his eyes, he couldn’t. “i love you, and i know – i know this changes things, but i want to try and make things work. it’ll take some adjusting, but i won’t lie to you anymore – it’ll always be the truth.”

you wanted to believe daniel, you really did, but fear still fogged in your brain. daniel was the love of your life, the light in the darkness, but could you really shake the fact that daniel was not human, but a monstrous creature? “i want to make it work,” you croaked out, “because i love you, but this changes a lot, daniel – i don’t want to beat around the bush, lie, and say everything will be the same, because it won’t.” it hurt to say those words – it hurt to tell your loving boyfriend that your once happy relationship would need to be rebuilt – but like daniel said, there’s no room to lie anymore. 

you tiptoed through the broken glass, letting yourself slowly sink down onto the torn up couch, stuffing sticking to the material of your jeans. a small exhale left your lips as you tapped the spot next to you, daniel obeying like a dog as he made his way over. he sank into the couch, getting comfortable as he laid his head into your lap. your fingers found his hair, tangling in the curls, calming his nerves as he relaxed into you. 

the room was silent, filled with the sounds of daniel’s shallow breath as he let his eyes drift close. as your hand pet his hair, he hummed a satisfied noise. “i love you,” daniel murmured, his head nuzzling into your thighs. 

everything was different now, far from what it was before, as you and daniel snuggled on the tethered couch. your once neat apartment was trashed, glass surrounding the floor which mimicked how your heart had shattered. daniel was a werewolf, and you were a human – it felt forbidden, afterall. though as you relaxed into each other, the surrounding air holding a melancholy mood, you realized one thing was still the same: you still loved him as you had all those years.

as the moon crept in through the windows once again, daniel remained calm, relaxed in your touch. this time his breath was slow, his body still – the gibbous moon peeking through the curtains adding to the tranquility of the moment. a small sigh escaped your lips, a toothless smile coming to decorate your visage as you looked down at him. things were different – they might never be the same – but what stayed consistent was the love.  

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[alethehero-blog]

chose to try doing fictober 2024 with my ocs! i won't be putting in much context, but i just want to put this out there

Day 1: "That was good work"

The first thing Ruth heard that morning, were the cries of the baby in her son's room. She still hadn't fully accepted that she was a grandmother, how barely into his twenties her son had just thrown everything she had worked to give him away , that Henry...her Henry now now had to care for that small thing crying in the makeshift cot next to his bed. She looked through the window and groaned. It was just the crack of dawn.

She got up. It was astonishing how Henry could remain asleep while the baby cried her little lungs out. Rather than picking up the small thing when she entered the room, Ruth shook him, gently, even, despite her frustration.

"Henry. Henry, wake up. She's crying."

The kid's name didn't roll off of Ruth's tongue yet. She'd catch herself sensing the name Henry had chosen for the kid wasn't quite right. She wasn't sure if it was a true feeling, or if it was just her trying to find something else wrong in her son's choices.

"Henry, c'mon. She must need a diaper, you have to change her, she'll get a nasty rash..."

Her son still was a heavy sleeper. In the years to come that was going to change, but this wasn't the years to come yet. Henry sat on his bed and carried the baby to his old desk, turned changing station and began to change the diaper, under Ruth's watchful eye. He had only been a father for a couple days now, it wasn't the first diaper he changed, but he still struggled to wake up when the baby cried. Ruth, faithful to her words from the argument they hadn't finished yet, was not going to change a single diaper, but she couldn't help herself from trying to make things easier. She just had to come wake him up. Despite it all, a part of her was growing to adore the baby.

"It's done...she's clean now..." He yawned as he tried to rock the baby back to sleep. The kid seemed annoyed with this development as it reached towards Ruth, to no avail. Henry didn't quite register the child reaching out and Ruth was still too on edge to let herself fully be a grandmother to that pretty little thing.

She simply went back to her room and laid down, where her husband waited for her, awake after sensing she wasn't in bed. The man squeezed her in a soft hug as he tried to fall back asleep. He didn't know the full extent of it, but he knew she needed the reassurance.

"That was good work, Ruthie, I'm telling ya'. Don't be so tough on yourself, he's going to figure it out."

"I hope so...in a way, I still see him as a kid. I can't just...bring myself to do more." It was the first time she had spoken out this feeling, obvious as it was, specially to him.

"Henry is tough. Tougher than you think. He'll be doing this by himself in no time."

Ruth didn't catch much more of what her husband was saying. The warmth in the blankets and the way he squeezed her, helped her fall back asleep. Maybe later that day they'd get the kid a proper cot to sleep in. Perhaps even a teddy bear and a stroller.

[randomfoggytiger]

"Every Day It's Like Halloween"

Fictober, Day 1

Thanks for @thescullyphile for the prompt: Our stalwart heroes, Mulder and Scully, transported via X-File circumstance, through time to Ye Olde Yeares. What shall our chevaliers find? Perhaps a Monster calles, or they Witnesse the Stone Henge? 'Tis for thine mind to puzzle.

It didn't quite go that direction; but I gotta follow the Muse. ;)))

*-*-*-*-*

Mulder wouldn’t be surprised if his pupils were blown.

Flat on his back, he tried to focus on his breathing as the sky tilted and twirled inconsistently. There were voices blending in surprise or panic around him-- blending being the operative word, he couldn’t make out what they were saying-- and someone’s shadow was dipping over his head. Another second and he expected Scully to come into view. 

“Mulder!” And there she was, brows pinched, eyes alarmed. A sprig of fake green poked him in the eye as the contraption holding her tiny knot of hair lost its hold and fell to pieces. She was, he noted vaguely, a vision in luminous layers of pearl and silver gauze. She smelt like smoke, and salt, and roasted pig flesh. 

Oh, he remembered. Ren Faire. 

*-*-*-*-*

The case had sounded promising: California visitors disappearing behind the polyester and plastic reconstruction of Medieval times. Skinner, he'd decided, likely wouldn't comment on yet another trip to the West Coast, having turned an increasingly blind eye to their largely fruitless missions and sun tans and deepening smile lines. 

“He seems,” Scully concluded, trying to tame a grin, unsuccessfully, “happy.” 

“Hm,” Mulder nodded, engrossed with Scully’s battle. “He's definitely more… engaged with our reports lately.”

“Well, stripper video game assassins are probably… intriguing, on some level.” She still held a grudge against Jade Afterglow’s double. He caught her stealing away with his thinnest pair of sunglasses, once, to recreate the stare down in her bathroom mirror. She caught him conspicuously packing those sunglasses, twice, for this trip. (He’d made sure she’d noticed.)  

“It'll give him something to say to the premiere reporters.” 

Scully tried to hide her curiosity there, as well, looking up to read his face carefully. “That’s still a few weeks away.” 

He shrugged, mildly amused at the prospect of their boss preening and strutting around Wayne Federman like a Hollywood would-be. “Jealous you’ll have to share the honor of screentime with Skinman?” 

“Once was enough-- Bill’s never gotten over the humiliation.” There was that smile again, in spite of her annoyance at L.A.’s tendency to tape everything. Charlie’s “You and Mulder created job opportunities for werewolves” helped make her older brother’s bluster bearable…that, and the fact both silently agreed to add the tape to Mulder’s collection.   

Passing over a few tempting quips, he settled on, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

*-*-*-*-*

"Quite a bit," Scully reminded him, later.

The disappearances had taken a dramatic turn by the time Mulder submitted their travel request: a senator’s daughter had vanished; and the local authorities were suddenly as interested in the case as their pensions required. Skinner took their paperwork and theory seriously-- too seriously, they concluded-- roping them into an undercover operation. Vendors and attendees raucously greeted and laughed and sang in the sunshine while Mulder and Scully sweated through layers of cheaply bought performance clothes, she supplying water on the hour and he buying cloths to wipe the sweat off her arms and neck. 

As far afield as Mulder floated, he came hurrying back. 

“Don’t split up, Agents,” the top-down had warned, “they found one of the bodies this morning. A real gruesome way to go. Pattern suggests the killer targets red-haired guests.” And while the suggestion was improbable, given their methods, neither wanted to take any chances.

*-*-*-*-*

Scully wandered off to relieve herself before Mulder clocked a duck-and-dodge attempt. Someone-- male, above-average height, broad shoulders, shaved head-- was popping from one outlier tent to another, long poker in hand, occasionally twisting behind the flaps to avoid detection. He notified the team just as the man charged, closing in on Scully with sickening speed. 

“Scullay!” The ground flew past and the scenery blurred, partner and pursuant becoming his only focus. 

“Mul--” she managed to yell, briefly, before whipping out her gun and ordering,” Stop! FBI!” 

The suspect did; but Mulder watched as his shoulders straightened, knew the last yard was going to be recklessly crossed, regardless. “FBI-- hands in the air!” he echoed, racing onto the scene, weapon raised. 

There was an explosion of movement so disorienting that he had to piece the events together afterwards. The assailant was leaping at him, the poker was above his head, Scully was yelling, shots were fired, the team was swarming around, and darkness was swiftly descending.

*-*-*-*-*

When he woke, the sun was still punishing, the scenery still blurred, and Scully still his only focus. 

“Mulder, are you all right? Don’t move,” she discouraged, holding his head steady with one hand while her other fingers prodded around for injury. 

“Did he get me?” His question was answered, swiftly and abruptly, when she landed on the sorest part of his skull. “Ow.” 

“Sorry. We’re going to have to get that x-rayed, I think. Paramedics should be here, soon.” 

Her eyes were too sorrowful, too regretful. He chanced a smile and a friendly poke to her leg. “This time, you ditched me.”

Scully snorted, as he hoped she would. “No one expects to be followed to the bathroom, Mulder.” Squinting at their surroundings, she added, “Or to the woods, in this case.” 

“You don’t have historic luck when it comes to bathrooms, though, Scully.” 

“Liver eating mutants and elegies aside, Mulder,” she huffed, massaging the ache radiating across his forehead, “I don’t seem to have much luck hanging around you at all.” 

“Mm,” he agreed, fighting sleep. “Won’t Skinner be pleased?”

*-*-*-*-*

Time stretched on lazily after Ronald Ferris was led away in handcuffs; and still, the paramedics did not come. His partner was turning snappish, glaring at nosy busybodies and pushing the officers to call in the ambulance if they had to. The moment called for, Mulder muzzily concluded, a distraction.

"Y'know, Scully." He let the statement hang, knowing it wouldn't be long until his partner bit.

"What, Mulder?"

"This is our first ren faire together."

"No," she insisted, inflexibly argumentative, "it is not."

"No? How do you figure?"

She sighed, looked down at him with that smile, and squeezed her eyes shut. "Mulder, I know what--"

"We're here, Scully. What other proof do you need?"

"Fine." Sitting back more comfortably, face relaxing, she let her protests drop. "This isn't our first ren faire because we weren't properly dressed. We didn't bob for apples, or...." Blowing through her lips, she tried to recall the events of that morning. "We didn't eat leg of lamb, or try roasted beef, or wash down vendor desserts with seasonal drinks, or. Or participate in the games. We didn't get to compete against each other. You didn't battle someone else for my honor."

Mulder made a little noise, looked upward where he presumed his bump was; and watched Scully's eyes soften.

"Well," she amended, "you did participate a little. It probably wouldn't count, though."

"It feels like it counts."

Nodding, Scully clutched his hand with her free one, rubbed his thumb tenderly with her own. "Then it counts to me."

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Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober24.

[autobot2001]

Past Trauma

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom:L Transformers Rating: T Warning: Panic attack Pairing: None Description: Jamie being in the ICU of the medbay brings back memories for Drift

Day 1; @whumptober-archive: Panic attack @flufftober, alt 1: "I've got you." @angstober: Again

Crosshairs and Drift don’t like to keep track of how many times Jamie has ended up in the medbay because of her condition. A moderate flare-up doesn’t mean Jamie could die; the memories of what the Autobots call the nightmare situation haunt Crosshairs and Drift. The situation affected Drift more than Crosshairs. No, no, no. Drift thinks as he listens to Ratchet. Not again. “Drift?” Crosshairs asks. He and Ratchet know what’s happening. “I’ve got you.” Crosshairs takes Drift to the ICU room next door for privacy. Ratchet leaves the two alone.

Crosshairs has Drift sit on the floor. He sees Drift is sweating. He feels Drift’s rapid heartbeat. All Drift can think of is Jamie declining and the nightmare situation. Crosshairs takes Drift’s hand, hoping to keep the panic attack from getting worse. “I can’t believe this is happening again,” Drift says. “I know. This isn’t something we can get used Ratchet is taking care of her,” Crosshairs knows he needs to get Drift to calm down. “Just listen to my voice. It’s going to be ok.” He helps Drift by doing breathing techniques. Relieved that Drift’s panic attack isn’t getting worse. After a few minutes, Drift is calm. “There you go,” Crosshairs smiles. “Thank you, Crosshairs.” “It’s ok. Getting used to this is difficult.” “No, even if this time will not be like the nightmare situation.” They sit silently by the wall. Crosshairs still holding Drift’s hand. For a short time, they stay in the calm room.

[bizships]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway, Harry Kim/Original Female Character Characters: Chakotay (Star Trek), Kathryn Janeway, Harry Kim Additional Tags: Fictober 2023, Day 1: It's Not Too Late Let's Go, Vampire AU, Il Tango Universe Series: Part 2 of Ambrogio Universe (Vampire AU) Summary:

Lord and Lady Dorvan attend the birth of their first grandchild.

[allzelemonz]

Just What He’s Looking For: Demon X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 1, Overstimulation and Size Difference Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Demons, Hoodoo, crossroads deal, anal fingering, anal sex, sex for money, he doesn’t want your soul, unrealistic sex, magic gag, magic restraints Summary: A crossroads deal for money doesn’t cost you your soul, but something much more intimate.

The road is empty. Dirt and gravel long settled as if a car hasn’t passed over it in days. The time on your phone blinks into a new day, midnight coming to glow back at you. The dirt under your shoes starts to feel like something more solid, packed from how long you’ve been waiting in the middle of these roads. The Hoodoo X, the meeting place of devils and demons.

“Welcome, child.”

Your spine stiffens like a steel rod at the impossibly deep voice. It sounds as if bass came to life and learned to speak for itself. Everso slightly, you turn your head. Standing behind you is the man of legend, ‘the black man’. And that he is, pitch black. Like the infinite void of space wrapped itself around a man’s body. He’s impossibly tall with broadness to match, but every other feature is hidden in the black.

“Been a while since I’ve had a deal.” He smiles, his teeth unseen in the black. “What can I do for you, boy?”

You swallow your nerves, turning to face whatever creature it is that’s appeared, be it devil, demon, or something else entirely. “Money. I need money.”

He chuckles, deep and shaking. “Doesn’t everyone now?” He steps closer. “Folks used to ask me for skill. Playing guitars or winning Poker, but the tides are changing. Handsome young men gotta ask me for just plain money now.”

“What does it cost?” You manage to keep the shutter from your voice as he rounds you, his eyes feeling like fire on your form.

“Your soul, usually.” He hums so deep it sounds like music. “But yours doesn’t interest me.”

His hand feels like warm water as it drapes itself around the back of your neck, squeezing just enough to make you feel like a scolded dog. He pushes you down and onto your knees, the dirt immediately dusting onto your pants.

“No, from you I want something else.” He sighs, squeezing lightly at your neck. “It’s been centuries since I’ve had a decent looking man.”

Your mind settles on the implication. “You want--”

“To bed you, yes. Now lie down and take what you're given, money will come.”

It seems a small cost in the grand scheme. Letting a demon fuck you for a lifetime of money and ease. So, without protest, you settle face down in the dirt and let the warm hands position you properly. He pushes your head down, allowing you to turn your face, but props your hips up with some invisible force to hold them there.

The warm feeling of his hand slides through the very fabric of your pants as if they’re not there at all and slips into you unceremoniously. His fingers feel like water, warm and expanding, but you’re unable to make a sound with some unknown silencer muting you entirely. Effectively it all turns you into a living sex doll for the demon to use.

And use you he does.

Unmoving and mute, your mouth open in silent cry, he fills you entirely. Every inch is like warm water, but somehow solid. His massive size takes over your whole body, pressing around your insides until tears stream down your face at the tip peeking through your lips. The demon groans in your ear as his inhumanly large body drapes over you, yet no breath hits your ear. The thrusting feels like an entire digestion, fucking through your whole body as if it was made to be a simple cocksleeve and not an intricate set of organs.

It goes for hours. Hours of use, hours of filling you, hours of invisible hands pumping and palming you to completion after completion. When it finally ends, when the massive length of the demon finally leaves you, your mind is nothing but a cloud and your body nothing but an empty sleeve. The dirt covers your clothes, nestles into your hair, and dusts your lips, but you are unable to care as your eyes fall closed and it feels as though your heart stops.

But then you wake up. A sunny morning in bed, birds chirping, and a bank notification on your phone.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Can I request Qimir x reader, where maybe she was his acolyte and ran away from him and now he's found her, with some angst but a happy ending?

WC: 1 K.

Fictober Challenge

After many months of tracking you, Qimir had finally found you. You were his apprentice- his acolyte, until you had run away from him a few years ago. Since you knew his true identity, he couldn’t simply let you go.

You were meditating by a lake, trying to clear your mind, when you felt a familiar presence approach. He was here. Your heart skipped a beat, and as you rose to your feet, ready to flee again, you turned and found yourself face-to-face with him. Seeing him standing there, after all this time, caught you off guard.

“Hello, Y/n. Still running from me, are you?” he smirked, tilting his head slightly.

Your hand instinctively twitched toward the hilt of your lightsaber, trying to mask the storm of emotions swirling within you. The red glow of your blade cast a sharp shadow across your face as you took a step forward, ready to face him.

As your lightsabers clashed for the first time, memories of training under him came rushing back. His strikes were sharp and precise, though it was clear he wasn’t aiming to kill. You held your ground, meeting each blow with newfound strength. He could see how much you had improved- you were stronger, more skilled, but despite the progress, it still got to you- he still got to you. That familiar smirk crept into his face, and he remarked, “I see you’ve been keeping up with your training.”

His smugness fueled your frustration, and you lunged forward, but he parried your saber effortlessly. 

“I have, I had to. I’m not the weak little girl you once knew.” you shot back, your voice laced with anger.

“If you continued to train, then why did you run away from me? Clearly, no Jedi trained you.” he questioned, genuine curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Your grip tightened on your lightsaber as you struggled to explain. 

Blocking another strike, you finally answered, “It was never about you being a Sith. I don’t care about the Jedi or Sith. It’s the way you were training me.”

Confusion softened that cocky edge in his expression as he cornered against a tree, your lightsaber barely blocking his. “What are you saying? I tried my best with you. I was careful. Other masters would’ve been far harsher.”

You managed to push him away, creating some distance between you. “Exactly!” you shouted, your lightsaber faltering for a second. “You were too kind… It- it made me develop feelings I shouldn’t have.” Your voice was now low, almost regretting what you said.

He paused, tilting his head slightly as if to understand “Feelings? What’s wrong with that? Only the Jedi expect you to control your emotions, and I’m no Jedi.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, lowering your lightsaber as you stared at him, your heart pounding. “Even as a Sith, Qimir, having feelings for your Master is inappropriate.”

The silence between you was deafening. His eyes widened as the realization hit him. “Oh… OH! Is that why you left?” He blinked, his lightsaber still humming at his side. “We could’ve resolved this by just talking.”

You shook your head, frustration building in your chest. “No, we couldn’t have. These feelings.. They became too much. I couldn’t concentrate on my lessons anymore. Every time you touched me-” Your voice caught in your throat as the memories resurfaced. “Every time, I lost focus. My desires were overwhelming, and if I wanted to continue learning, I had to get as far away from you as possible.”

He stood there, frozen. His lips parted, searching for something to say. His jaw tightened slightly as he finally asked. “Is that all you care about? Becoming powerful?”

You softened at his words, sensing the vulnerability and hurt hidden beneath them. “That’s not-” You paused, gathering your thoughts. “Power is important, yes, if I was ever going to fall in love with someone and still practice the way of the force… I needed to be able to defend myself.”

“And have you?” he asked, his voice quieter now, raw in a way you’d never imagined.

You looked up at him, your throat tight. “Are you asking if I’ve fallen in love? If my feelings for you have changed?” 

He nodded slowly, his expression guarded as he watched you, waiting for your answer.

Your heart raced as you considered your words. “Would it change anything?” you whispered, afraid of the answer.

His reply was soft but carried the weight of his feelings. “It would change everything” he admitted. “You weren’t the only one suffering from your emotions.”

You blinked, taken aback by his confession. “Wait… are you saying you had feelings for me, too?”

“I still do” he said, his voice full of the truth he had been keeping for so long. “I told you, this could’ve been solved a lot easier if we had just talked.” He gave you a faint smile.

You scoffed, feeling a pang of defensiveness. “Well, you could’ve said something.”

He let out a breath, shaking his head. “You left before I could.” There was a tinge of hurt lingering in his voice.

Silence fell between you as the reality of the situation settled in. You stared at each other, both knowing that so much had been left unsaid for far too long. The distance between you now felt unbearable, but neither of you moved.

“So…what now?” you finally asked, your voice shaky.

His lightsaber was still ignited and you glanced at the weapon as he stepped closer, but you didn’t move. He didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, he reached for you, closing the distance in one swift motion, his lightsaber deactivating. His lips crashed against yours with the intensity of everything you’d both been holding back for so long. Your hands instinctively clutched his robes as you kissed him back with equal fervor. When he finally pulled back, you were both breathless, his forehead resting against yours. His lips curved into a small, almost teasing smile. “Will you stop running from me now?”

You rolled your eyes, letting out a soft laugh before leaning in for another kiss. “I hope this answers your question” you murmured against his lips, your words melting into the kiss as you pulled him closer.