#fictober day 27

[underratedbananawerewolf]

Fictober Day 27

Prompt 27: "I don't know if they will accept this."

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Rating: G

Warnings: None

"They're not going to accept this." Jing Yuan muttered, mostly to himself and the scroll before him but the woman with him heard as well.

"Accept what?" Stelle looked up from her phone where she had been playing a game. As far as she had been aware he was just working on the usual paperwork.

"Me retiring."

"I thought Diviner Fu was waiting on that edge of her seat for that? She cocked her head curiously. Sure, the General retiring from his position had been bandied about for years but she alone knew why he delayed. That reason went by the name of Yanqing.

Jing Yuan snorted in amusement. "She is. Especially after she has been helping me these years since Phantylia. I meant the Ten-Lord Commission not going to accept me retiring from the Luofu to join you on the Express."

She blinked. "You're serious about that?" Sure their relationship had endured these past few years despite their consistent distance from each other. That didn't mean that Stelle didn't long for more time with her lover.

He chuckled and reached out to direct her closer so he could kiss her softly. "I've always been serious about that, my dear. I just needed to wait until Yanqing was old enough to not need me anymore."

She couldn't help the smile stealing a second kiss while he was still close enough. Aeons she loved any kiss he granted her and that love hadn't faded since the first one. "He'll always need you. Just like you'll always need him. You're family."

He caressed her cheek with a laugh before sitting back. "But he is old enough to be counted as an adult now and can take care of himself."

"So why don't you think the ten lords will accept what you want?"

"They aren't eager to let any Xianzhou native go much less someone like me. If I'm retired and still here I can still be called on if needed." He explained.

"Oh." She considered that. Silly concept but she supposed it made sense. "Maybe put in that in becoming one the Nameless you're pursuing the Hunt of the Destruction more personally." She still remembered his declaration at the defeat of the Lord Ravager. "It can't hurt to try."

Another chuckle and he leaned forward again to press a kiss to her forehead. "You have a point. The worst they can do is say no."

Stelle smiled at the feel of his lips against her skin. "And the best thing will have us have the opportunity to be together more often and you can see more of the galaxy."

He laughed, pleased at the positivity she displayed. Despite everything, Stelle was able to look at the bright side of life. "I hope you'll take pity on an old man trying to keep up with you and the rest of the Trailblazers."

Tipping her chin up she caught his lips in lingering kiss. "I'll think about it." She murmured into his mouth. "I love you."

His hand came to cradle her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. When he spoke his voice had dropped any amusement and held only a reverent whisper. "As I do you, Stelle. Always."

[randomfoggytiger]

"What Must a Mother Go Through?"

(Fictober, Day 27)

*****

Mulder had hidden it from her-- one more thing he'd refused to share-- when they'd returned home.

San Diego was put silently behind them after landing and exiting the last pit stop in their trail of tears. Second chances and her daughter's coffin were buried six feet under with sandbags and another impossible cure; and Scully guessed-- knew-- that her partner was trying to spare her from further, jagged grief.

"PEACOCK FAMILY APPREHENDED"

Mother and son, etc. The police caught them in the act of car hopping, etc. Mrs. Peacock was pregnant, but the fetus was miraculously expected to survive despite multiple--

The baby was a girl.

Scully heard Mulder's steps mute-- an abrupt hush in the walk from the elevator, down the hall, to the threshold of their office. Since Christmas, he'd softened, become restrained in her presence: no Hey, Scully!, only Scully. He'd even frequently called after hours, disguising his compassion as concern about tardy case notes. "I need to work" she'd whispered once; and he'd remembered.

"Scully?" Not 'Hey, Scully'.

She stared, stared, stared at "expected to survive."

"Scully." Mulder was there, was taking the paper away from her.

"I let her die, Mulder." Scully squared her shoulders, looked into his anguished eyes. The daughter of a military captain was trained to confess her sins honorably. "I saw she was diseased, and I let her die. When we were in Home, I projected my own emotions onto that poor child's mother, but..." She hesitated, overwhelmed. "I didn't even cry at Emily's funeral."

She was expecting his eyes to shift with denial; but Mulder's anger-- vehemence and rebuttal radiating from his stiffened spine and hunched shoulders-- shocked her.

"If you choose to lay the blame for her death at anyone's feet, then lay it at mine. I had a cure, Scully, in my hands, but I never gave it to you. Because you knew what was best for her-- that she'd been born for an agenda, not a life; and that there was nothing that could be done to save her," he emphasized, drawing her chin back towards his reassurance, "You didn't leave her in the dirt to choke as she cried for help. You saved her."

Scully watched him collect her dripping tears-- evidence-- on his thumb. "You love her. You, Dana Scully, were a better mother than Mrs. Peacock could ever conceptualize or be."

Swallowing down her more suffocating emotions, she reached out, caught, and squeezed Mulder's hand. "And you were the best--" remembering his awkward shift away from an incorrect assumption in the hospital, she amended, "--advocate for Emily. The best partner to me."

Scully watched passion and fear slowly drop from Mulder's shoulders, watched his second-best smile slip into place with relief. "That's what partners are for."

Wondered if there were other secrets he'd hidden from her as well.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 27: Slow Dancing

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Prompt: Slow Dancing (🌼)

Summary: You and Matt finally manage to be home at the same time, ready to have a romantic dinner when he suddenly puts on one of his jazz vinyls and pulls you in for a dance...

Warnings: Fluff. That’s it.

Word Count: 577

A/n: Posting the last remaining Fictober prompts I didn't get around to posting in October (2024), one by one. I don't like leaving things unfinished, and I promised I'd post them, so... stay tuned!

Read Me On AO3! (coming soon, once all prompts are posted)

The candles on the dining table cast a comfortable glow over the living room. 

For the first time in weeks, Matt has come home from work at a reasonable hour. No, ‘I’ll be home late, don’t wait up for me’ text. No apologetic phone call while he’s eating takeout with Foggy in the office. He came home, and he came home to you. Not the city but you. 

“I’m not going out tonight,” he told you as he kissed you hello, and you never thought a simple statement could sound so sexy. 

The table is adorned with homemade spaghetti and salad. You even brought out the wine one of Matt’s clients gifted him for Christmas last year—the good kind. Just as you’re pouring the first sip of burgundy liquor, the soft tune of a jazz vinyl breaks the comfortable silence. You look up to find your boyfriend standing by his record player, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. He looks at ease, almost as if he has finally come home. You want nothing more than to wrap him in your arms and never let go. With his cheeks flushed and brown eyes so full of light he reminds you of an angel; an angel who more often than not believes himself to be the devil, but you know him better than anyone on this godforsaken planet, and you know the truth. One look, one touch, is enough for you to know the Matt Murdock you know and love is anything but evil.

Matt smiles at you, a little giddy. “C’mon, dance with me,” he says. 

You raise your eyebrows. “Dance?”

“Yeah.” He reaches out from across the room to take your hand. “Just for a minute. I want to hold you…”

You bridge the gap between you, your fingers gently brushing against his as you take hold of his hand. 

“Feel your skin,” Matt murmurs, “Your heartbeat…”

“Haven’t done that in a while,” you say.

He pulls you in. “I miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I know.” 

One arm slides around your waist while the other remains tightly in your grasp. You look up at him, this beautiful specimen of a man, watching as his eyelids flutter and he leans his head against yours. Slowly. Reverently. Your pulse jumps under his touch and your heartbeats align. 

He begins to sway you to the gentle rhythm of his favorite jazz tune. It’s just him, you, the music, and the steady beating of his heart against your ear. Thud, thud, thud. He’s so calm, so content. When you’re in his arms, all the wars he’s had to fight on the streets and in his mind are suddenly forgotten. At the end of the day, he will always crawl home to what’s most important to him—you. Even if it’s bloody and bruised and on the brink of death, he will crawl home to you. Because he promised. He swore he would always come home, no matter what and no matter how. You’re the reason he survives. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

You don’t hesitate whispering back, “I love you,” your voice muffled against his chest. Matt’s hold only seems to tighten around your frame. His voice, only a mere hum in your ear, sings a distant melody. 

You let the music carry you away, the dinner you made long forgotten as you melt like a beeswax candle in his embrace. 

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[voxslays]

Hazbin Hotel “Haztober” Prompt List

I personally love love love Flufftober, Angstober, Kinktober, and Fictober! That’s why this year I am making my own! Every day I will write about one (or more) Hazbin Characters, using the daily prompts below:

Day 1: Making Caramel Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: ‘We fell in love in October.’

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Dinner Parties

Day 8: The night I lost you

Day 9: The night I found you

Day 10: Love Potion

Day 11: The Elevator~

Day 12-15: The One (Series)

Day 16: By The Fireplace

Day 17: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 18: For a Fortnight

Day 19: Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice

Day 20: Jumping in a leaf pile

Day 21: Making Cookies!

Day 22: Kissing (and singing) In the rain

Day 23: The red means I love you~!

Day 24: Under the Weather

Day 25: Black Cats

Day 26: Apple Pies

Day 27: Full Moon

Day 28: Underneath the Sky

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat/Halloween

Day 32: Supriseee!!!

I’m super not excited to torture myself into writing everyday…but in the end…it will be so worth it!

Masterlist

[richonneevents]

Richonne Fictober 2024 Rules, Guidelines, & Calendar

Richonne Fictober 2024 is a 31 day challenge for fanfiction writers/creators to write/create and publish a Richonne-centric story or related content everyday for the month of October.

Fics should be between 100 and 5,000 words. Rick and Michonne must be the main pairing. Richonne is an interracial pairing, so be mindful of tropes and language that perpetuates racism and misogynoir. Rick is a canonically disabled character, so be mindful of using tropes and language that is ableist. Fanartists should be mindful of not whitewashing Michonne, Andre, and RJ in their pieces.

Please tag @richonneevents and use the tag: #richonnefictober24

Be sure to tag your prompt and which day you are filling.

In addition to Richonne-centric fanfiction, creators are encouraged to make fanart; playlists; edits; moodboards; rec lists; graphics; podfics; gifsets; photo sets; fanvids etc.

WEEK 1

Day 1: Making Caramel / Candy Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: “Pumpkin spice...what?!”

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

WEEK 2

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Bobbing for Apples

Day 8: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 9: Rainy Day

Day 10: Scarecrow

Day 11: Haunted Hayride / Haunted House

Day 12: Horror Movie Marathon

WEEK 3

Day 13: Jumping in A Leaf Pile

Day 14: Warm Apple Cider / Hot Chocolate etc

Day 15: Corn Maze

Day 16: By The Fire(place)

Day 17: Candles 

Day 18: Flannel

Day 19: Nestled Under Blankets

WEEK 4

Day 20: Festival 

Day 21: First Frost

Day 22: Kissing In The Rain

Day 23: Baking Pies

Day 24: Cemetery Stakeout 

Day 25: Black Cat

Day 26: Dead-End

WEEK 5

Day 27: Underneath The Sky

Day 28: Full Moon

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 27: Keeping A Professional Distance

Prompt: "Let me remind you"

For the anon who asked for: Instead of there is only one bed, there are too many beds. Rating: T, wc: 973

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

For Mulder, Chicago proves to be an unlucky place.

Thanks to a system error, their motel reservation has been canceled. But the receptionist quickly reassures him: “Don’t worry, we still have one room left.”

One room – for the two of them. Mulder glances at Scully; their budding relationship has yet to take flight. They’re still in that early phase, tiptoeing around each other. In short: they haven’t had sex yet.

Neither of them wants it to happen on assignment – even if they closed the case. The last time they shared a room, and a bed, was a year ago in Kroner, Kansas.

They had kept to their respective sides and everything had been civil. That had been before their kiss at New Year’s. Before the second and tenth kiss they’ve shared by now. Kissing is all they’ve done. Work always getting in the way of more.

And now said work is making them share a room.

“We don’t usually use this room,” the receptionist explains, pushing the door open wide. It’s easy to see why. “This is where we store our extra beds. Pick whichever one you like. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“This is…something,” Mulder mumbles once they’re alone. The whole room looks as if someone’s played Tetris using real beds. There’s a narrow path from the door to the bathroom and that’s it. The rest is beds of various sizes.

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about where to sleep.” Scully tosses her overnight bag onto one of the beds and squeezes past him to get to the bathroom. Mulder just stares at the plethora of sleeping places and can’t help but feel overwhelmed.

What are the odds of them getting stuck in one room with not one, but an abundance of beds? Somewhere someone is laughing, he’s sure of it. He closes his eyes and throws his bag; wherever it lands, he’ll sleep.

It’s just his luck that it lands on the bed farthest away from Scully’s.

*

Nine beds – yes, he counted – and not a single TV in this dreadful motel room. Mulder knows he should sleep. If for no other reason than it knocking him out until they can leave this place.

For a man who slept on his couch for years, a room full of beds resembles a nightmare. And the fact that Scully is in this room, too, but so far away that he can barely hear her breathe, is making him anxious.

He could have switched beds. Hell, he still could, but he wouldn’t want Scully to think he has any ulterior motives.

“Mulder, I can hear you think from here,” she says, surprising him. He was certain she was asleep already. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Why aren’t you?”

“I asked you first.” He wishes he could see her. How can they be so close and yet so far away at the same time? He wonders what she’d say if he asked her to move closer.

“This room is creepy.”

“It’s not what I expected,” Scully acknowledges.

“How is your bed?” Mulder asks. “Comfy?”

“It’s nice enough.”

“Are you cold at all?”

“No,” she says and he can’t tell if he wants to hear disappointment in her voice or if it’s actually there.

“You’re not cold, you’re comfortable, so why are you awake?” Mulder hears shuffling from across the room. When Scully speaks next, it sounds closer than before.

“I was thinking about Henry Weems,” she says. “About cause and effect.”

“You’re having profound thoughts and here I am, counting the beds in this room, trying to calculate the distance between mine and yours.”

“Why?”

She may be the one with the degree in physics, but he’s certain her voice is even closer. Or maybe he’s imagining things again.

“Let me remind you that there are nine beds in this room,” Mulder says. “And somehow we ended up on opposite ends of the room. I’m sure the FBI will appreciate us keeping our distance.”

“I’m not.” It’s a whisper, but he hears it loud and clear because she’s right next to him. He blinks a few times, just to make sure she’s real and not a trick of his imagination.

“Hi,” he says with a smile.

“Hi.”

“Got lonely?”

“Yes,” she admits shyly. “I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to be… closer.”

“Why would I mind?” he asks quietly, the darkness surrounding them making it easier to admit it.

“Like you said, there are nine beds. When they told us there was only one room, I thought… well, you can imagine what I thought.”

“So did I,” he says. “And I wasn’t sure what- what to make of it. We haven’t exactly done that yet.”

“We’re adults, Mulder.”

“Then why is it so difficult to talk about it?” He laughs gently.

“I’m glad there’s more than one bed.” He knows she’s right, but her admission feels like a needle prick to his heart – and his ego. “We’re not forced to share a bed,” she goes on and suddenly, she’s no longer in another bed at all. She’s in his. Snuggling against him like a cat. “We’re doing this because we want to.”

“What’s the FBI gonna say?” he murmurs into her hair, his eyes fluttering shut. He presses a warm kiss against her hairline.

“They’ll never know.” She shifts in his arms and starts kissing his jaw, his cheeks, and then, finally, his mouth. Will he ever not be amazed that they do this now? Will he ever get used to her intoxicating taste? He can’t imagine that he will. He can’t get enough of her.

“There were nine beds,” Mulder mumbles into her mouth, “and we kept a professional distance.”

“Of course we did,” Scully replies, deepening the kiss.

Mulder thinks that maybe his luck is about to change after all.

[fuunhyde]

I took part in fictober this year!

I did most promts up to this day, from the list from @fictober-event <3

I'm ending early this year, so I decided to post a whole list of what I wrote instead of posting everyday up to date hah He're the whole collection:

But if someone prefer's it more specific, here's the list:

1. "Energy Rush" — Traffic Liht Trio — fluffy, silly goofy short — "that was good work" — wc: 587

2. "all that's left is us"—ShadowPeach—bittersweet, light angst and fluff—"it's been a long time" — wc: 1889

3. "Cyan" — ShadowPeach— bittersweet, light angst and hurt/comfort —"I know you better" — wc: 2035

4. "Found, not Funded" — MK, MEI, WUKONG, MACAQUE — some silly goffy short —"no, we're not doing that" — wc: 1303

5. "Sacrivaces and Devotion"— LBD and Mayor — sweet short fluff—"it's a new day, let's go" — wc: 459

6. "how can hands that hurt each other fit so well together?" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort —"I'm not giving up" — wc: 1863

7. "Univited" — SpicyNoodles — short fluff —"follow me if you want to live" — wc: 810

8. "Winds of the Past" — Macaque-centric, slight shadowpeach — a bit of angst but with a happy payoff —"are we happy?" — wc: 1287

9. "Focus"— SpicyNoodles — short and attempt at humor I guess—"don't listen to me, listen to them" — wc: 435

10. "Pot" — Pigsy and Tang and smol MK — fluf but short —"is this normal?" — wc: 379

11. "managing a noodle shop" — Chimera — sweet and short —"well, that worked out great" — wc: 306

12. "Slight Fright" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort, fluff —"did you hear that?" — wc: 1065

13. "Sorry, sorry for what" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"that's not the point" — wc: 898

15. "bumped cars" — ShadowPeach— fluff, suggestive, talk about sex, +18—"let's try this" — wc: 552

16. "scratching scars" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"no, I'm not okay" — wc: 876

17. "Shadows and Spices" — Macaque and Red Son — sweet, short familly fluff —"strangest thing I ever heard" — wc: 420

18. "thinking inside the box" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"you always have a plan" — wc: 622

19. "Dress Up" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive, +18 —"this is getting ridiculous" — wc: 444

20. "explosions in your eyes" — ShadowPeach— fluff and hurt/comfort—"I saw your eyes light up" — wc: 455

21. "consequences" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive , +18—"we've done worse" — wc: 571

22. "peeping from the shadows" — Macaque and Red Son — very short, fluff and humor —"why are we doing this again?" — wc: 228

23. "rotting away" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort, death, hopeful ending—"we can fix this, I know we can" — wc: 1065

25. "burns" — Mei and Red Son — hurt/comfort, short & sweet—"it consumes me" — wc: 520

27. "My hands are rough, but you don't seem to mind"— ShadowPeach— smut and angst —"let me remind you" — wc: 1544

So that's my addition in this year! 24/31 works, maybe not a full deck like last year, but I've been busy, so I still count it as a win haha

See ya all next year!

=)

[val-creative]

Fictober Day 27 'let me remind you'

Jace/Cregan (House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood)

For @fictober-event Day 27 prompt!

Type: Fanfiction | Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV) | Ship: Lord Cregan Stark/Prince Jacaerys Velaryon | Warnings & Triggers: SPOILERS FOR F&B NOVEL. Blood, Horror, Suggestive Themes.

---

In the middle of the long, starless-dark night, Cregan wanders. The men are exhausted. They dare not venture further into Harrenhal.

"Lord Stark..."

A whisper, sweeter than summer's memory, accosts him.

"Begone," Cregan rumbles out, not looking behind him, approaching the old weirwood tree. He notes the sword slash-marks in pale bark. Bright red tree-sap dribbles down. As angry, bleeding wounds would.

Lurking out of view, an unknown spirit haunts Cregan's footfalls.

"Come lie beside me. Come rest. We denied ourselves once before."

"Do not anger a man beyond his reasoning. I said, begone."

"Lord Stark, I never confessed my truest of longings... I pleasured mineself and thought only of your hands... alas, the fear held tight..."

Cregan sets his jaw, glaring at the weirwood's bleeding bark. "I will not hear it," he proclaims. "I will not... I will not hear these deceptive and ill-mannered words off of a pretender's lips. You wear the face of one I loved. You make mockery when you should heed caution."

Behind him, the air ripples. Cregan sees it. Cregan sees Prince Jacaerys's young and handsome features, grey as lichyard soil.

It is not... Prince Jacaerys rots at the very bottom of the Gullet...

"An oath was made in mine and mine queen's name, ser. Your oath as a Stark. Your life to defend our cause. It is why you march to King's Landing for green blood. Let me remind you of all of our longing..."

In the recesses of Cregan's mind, Prince Jacaerys lives there. Smiling under the snowfall. His cheeks tinged red from Winterfell's bitter bite.

Gritting teeth, Cregan unsheathes Ice. The blade, wide and made of Valyrian spell-forged steel. He turns to swing powerfully, to cut apart the forces of destruction plaguing him. Unexpectedly, all goes quiet.

Cregan listens, breathing hard and open-mouthed. His brow damp.

Not a stirring of air.

Harrenhal, and all of its unnatural breath, remain silent in observation as Cregan returns grimly to the encampment of his Northmen.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Fictober Challenge

Hello everyone! I wanted to get back into writing since it’s been so long (other than the Az fic). With October around the corner, I’m excited to do another writing challenge and would love some inspiration. So please send in some requests! I prefer angst, but I’m open to any ideas.

A/N: Writing every day for a whole month was nothing short of a whirlwind. There were moments of exhaustion and moments of inspiration, but somehow, I pushed through. Sometimes, I had to improvise and pull ideas out of thin air, and there were days when I found myself writing two or three pieces just to keep up. It was both draining and deeply rewarding. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this collection that came from hard work and late nights! 🧡

Fluff🍁

Appropriate amount of angst? 🍂

Pure/heavy angst 🌧️

Day 1: Still Not Over You Qimir x reader 🍂

Day 2: Bound by Duty part 1 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 3: The Price of Vengeance Sam Winchester x reader 🌧️

Day 4: Shadow of the Past Alexander Morozova x reader 🍂

Day 5: What We Could’ve Been Part 1 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁

Day 6: A Heart Off Guard drabble Steve Rogers x reader 🍁

Day 7: Forever in the Dark Part 1 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🍂

Day 8: Forever in the Dark Part 2 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 9: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 10 Azriel x reader 🍁🍂

Day 10: Drowning in Silence Dean Winchester x reader 🍁🍂

Day 11: Behind the Walls Erik Lehnsherr x reader 🍁🍂

Day 12: In Another World Part 1 Kylo Ren x reader 🍂

Day 13: More Than Enough Azriel x reader. 🍁🍂

Day 14: Trouble Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁🍂

Day 15: No More Running Qimir x reader 🍁🍂

Day 16: A Heart Off Guard Steve Rogers x reader 🍁🌧️?

Day 17: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 11 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 18: Forbidden Desire Rhysand x reader 🍁

Day 19: Torn by the Dark Part 1 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍂

Day 20: Fading Love John Shelby x reader 🌧️

Day 21: The Mighty Cold Thor Odinson x reader 🍁

Day 22: Torn by the Dark Part 2 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🌧️

Day 23: Only One of You Rhysand x reader 🍁🍂

Day 24: Convenient Inconvenience Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁

Day 25: Bound by Duty part 2 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 26: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 12 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 27: In Another World Part 2 Kylo Ren x reader 🍁🍂

Day 28: Die for Love Jaskier x reader 🌧️

Day 29: What We Could’ve Been Part 2 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 30: A Comforting Presence Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍁🍂

Day 31: Not So Rational Azriel x reader 🍁

[orimuraa]

⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆ Malangz Fictober 2024

𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 @𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒂, @𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒊 🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

Day 1: My royalty - Kim Sunoo (enhypen) by Yeji Day 2: Letters - Nishimura Riki (enhypen) by Seo Day 3: We fell in love in october - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 4: Sweater weather - Lee Heeseung (enhypen) by Yeji Day 5: Silent reading - Park Sunghoon (enhypen) by Seo Day 6: It's too late - Park Sunghoon (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 7: Our season - Shen Ricky (zerobaseone) by Yeji Day 8: Day 9: Two clueless best friends - Yang Jungwon (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 10: Mine all mine - Nishimura Riki (enhypen) by Yeji Day 11: Us - Nishimura Riki (enhypen) by Seo Day 12: The distance in his eyes - Lee Heeseung (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 13: Hundred broken hearts - Sim Jaeyun (enhypen) by Yeji Day 14: Bf! Text - Lee Heeseung (enhypen) by Seo Day 15: We belong together - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 16: Wait for your love - Sung Hanbin (zerobaseone) by Yeji Day 17: I Luv U - OT7 (enhypen) by Seo Day 18: Mockingbird - Sim Jaeyun (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 19: 143, I love you! - Lee Felix (stray kids) by Yeji Day 20: Big baby - Sim Jaeyun (enhypen) by Seo Day 21: Lie about us - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 22: Die with a smile - Yang Jungwon (enhypen) by Yeji Day 23: Day 24: Day 25: Forever and ever with you - Lee Know (stray kids) by Yeji Day 26: Tired - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Seo Day 27: Day 28: Day 29: Day 30: Day 31: You had me at... - Han Yujin (zerobaseone) by Yeji

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[allzelemonz]

Messed Up: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 27, S&M Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘sir’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: E/Smut, blood Warnings: Rough sex, rough masturbation, anal fingering, sex toys, anal plug, knife play, blood, marking, dom/sub, bottom Micah and top Reader, aftercare, cuddling, choking, asphyxiation, blacking out, passing out Summary: After misbehaving before, Micah gets a well loved punishment.

Micah’s teeth feel like they may shatter from how hard he bites down on the cool metal in his mouth. His hand is wrapped around his dick, the other probing harshly into his ass. The knife in his mouth keeps him from making much noise when his dry fingers push too far inside. He has gun oil, he could make things slick, but you told him not to. And Micah follows orders, at least when it comes to fucking.

He moves desperately, his hips fighting between fucking his hand and being fucked by his fingers. His eyes are closed, head tilted back just enough that you have a nice view of your marks on his neck. Micah disobeyed last time you had time together, he came without permission. That’s why he’s alone tonight with the little nics from the earlier teasing still bleeding down his skin. He looks pretty like this, all desperate for the end. His movements make his stomach move in a way that reminds you how soft Micah is despite the hard shell. His body is like his demeanor in bed, soft and malleable.

“Micah…” You chide when he looks at you.

His eyes snap back up to the sky. He’s not allowed to see you. But with how nice he looks, you take pity, moving over to him and putting a gentle hand on his chest to stop his desperate movements. He freezes, blinking his pretty and blissed eyes open to look at you. Slowly, you remove the knife from his mouth and he licks his dry lips. Blood from his tongue smears around, he didn’t have the sense not to cut himself on the blade.

“Darlin’ I-”

You give him a pointed look. It’s not often he’s supposed to call you something specific, but this is a  punishment.

“Sir…” He corrects. “Lemme-”

The knife’s blade pressing against his throat shuts him up. He stills, careful not to get another cut on his skin. You trail the blade along with care, watching his eyes as they try to follow the movement hidden by his chin.

“You know how I feel about begging during punishments, Micah.”

He whimpers, a common response when he wants pity.

“Say it.”

“Sorry, sir.” He says quickly, always eager to please. “Wanna be a good boy for ya.”

“I know you do, sweetheart. Can you lie on your stomach for me?”

Micah waits for you to move the knife away before he collapses onto his front, his exhausted body happy for the momentary relief. It’s only momentary, a second later Micah is moaning from the slap you land on his ass. Then he whines, as if he can’t bear not being hit for even a second.

“Hips up.”

Micah scrambles to get his legs under himself so he can prop himself up. A pre-prepared tool, a dilator from the local fence, finds its way into your hand. You slide it into Micah in a rough shove, relishing in the guttural noise that leaves his throat. When he’s quiet again, only little whimpers escaping with his breathing, you pet his hair for a moment. A bit of comfort after hurting him for hours, he hums and presses into your touch.

“Flip over for me.”

Micah nods, taking a slow breath to prepare himself. When he shifts to settle on his back, the dilator presses into him further and he shuffles to find a good way to lie down. You wrap a hand around his neck to still him and he stops, his eyes following the trail of your arm all the way up your body.

“Continue.” You order. “Keep your pretty eyes open. This time, you can look.”

“Yes, sir.” Micah breathes.

His hand wraps around his dick again, his eyes trailing over you as he starts fucking into his fist. The dilator shuffles inside of him as he moves, making him squint but he keeps his eyes fixed on you. Looking over his body, admiring the slight movement of extra skin as he seeks a desperate end, you squeeze at his throat. Micah huffs for a moment before he settles, moaning before he runs out of the excess air. He finishes quickly, his hips twitching erratically up into his fist as you squeeze harder at his air supply. His visions blurs, the sight of you splotchy until his body goes limp against the blankets beneath him.

You lean forward, checking that he’s breathing now that he’s gotten what he wanted. When you’re assured he’s alright, you take on the gentle role. You remove the dilator from him slowly, careful not to jostle him as you settle his hips back down. With a wet rag, you wipe him clean of his cum and carefully make sure his ass is clear of pomade from the dilator or blood from his rough fingering. You get a pillow settled under his head, then get a new rag to clean up the trickles of blood from your own roughness before. With a few kisses to his bruised and blooded neck for your own reassurance, you move to grab him a blanket. You settle in beside him, ignoring your own arousal in favor of cuddling such a well behaved Micah. He almost instantly curls into you, his lack of air now giving way for real sleep as he nuzzles softly into your chest.

[slusheeduck]

Casual Banter Masterpost

aka my Fictober 2023 drabbles! I figure I might as well get them all in one place on Tumblr, since I have them in one AO3 fic. Using the titles and descriptions from AO3.

Featuring my named Tav (Falerin), Tav/Astarion, a lot of Gale, and most importantly INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THE COMPANIONS.

Day 1: Smart - Astarion asks for a magic lesson. Day 2: Prize - Karlach wins a prize at the circus. Day 3: Fireside - One last campfire chat before the Shadowlands. Day 4: Cooking Lesson - Lae'zel learns to cook. Day 5: Mask - Astarion tries on a mask for funsies. It goes badly. Day 6: Sick - Gale and Falerin chat about friendship and illnesses Day 7: Anchor - Astarion regrettably holds Halsin's hand. Day 8: Good Taste - Gale shares a treat, and a good time is had by all. Day 9: A Talk - Just a little chat, in regards to some campsite romance. Day 10: Drizzt Do'Urden - Wyll, Karlach, and Astarion find some common ground. Day 11: Temporary - The campsite romance hits a snag. Day 12: Mirror - Gale makes good on teaching Astarion magic. Day 13: Lost Wizard: If Found, Contact Tara - Tara despairs over the state of her runaway pet wizard. Day 14: Clowning Around - Falerin uses a disguise kit. Astarion wants a divorce. Day 15: Proper Horn Care - There's no possible way to write this summary without it looking horny. Day 16: A Token - Halsin carves a little gift for Astarion. Day 17: One Nice Thing - Karlach shows Shadowheart something nice, when she really needs it. Day 18: 90% Evil - Why WOULDN'T the rogue be the one to talk to the death cultist? Day 19: Seamstress - No one in camp but Astarion would have survived Home Ec. Day 20: The Selfless Choice - Or, How To Be A Confidant To Both Halves Of A Couple In The Face Of World-Ending Catastrophe, By Gale Dekarios Day 21: Taste Test - Falerin is...kind of a fucking weirdo. This is Gale's burden to bear. Day 22: Curl-based Despair - Astarion experiences #curlygirlproblems. Falerin helps. Day 23: Hunger - Someone gets a little hangry. Day 24: Pact, Pt. 1 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 25: Pact, Pt. 2 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 26: The Cuddliest Foe - Lae'zel does some research. Clive assists. Day 27: Homecoming - Two resident Baldurians discuss coming home. Day 28: Date - Astarion gets some new clothes. Day 29: A Healthy Dose of Theatrics - Are you really best friends if you've never been tempted to throttle each other? Day 30: Starfall -The newly formed party takes a moment to enjoy a magical sight. Day 31: Epilogue - A quiet moment after saving the world. Post-Fictober Drabbles:

Stars in His Eyes - Fal learns about naming ceremonies--and why Astarion has the name he does.

Slumber Party - Astarion and Gale have a fun night of kicking their feet, giggling, and discussing the all-consuming power they both intend on taking for themselves. Kidnapped - Astarion's siblings succeed in getting him back to the manor - but he's stronger now. Plus he has a very, very pissed-off partner. Rewriting The Story - After defeating Cazador and a tryst in the graveyard, it's time for some relationship reflection. Happy - Surely being the lover of an ascended vampire is the happiest ending one could hope for. (Ascended Astarion AU)

Wild Heart - A brief moment, the morning after the almost ascension, where two early risers have a chat.

Matters of Balance - Withers performs a resurrection. Breathe Deep, and Move - You can never really go home.

Side-Tracked - As they're embroiled in a murder mystery, Fal decides to take Astarion out for some enrichment.

Late Night Thoughts - Astarion has some thoughts on Falerin's lie from earlier in the day. (Bonus chapter for Side-Tracked)

New Tricks - Astarion discovers a new trick while trying to herd a cat.

Party Favors - The ultra-self-indulgent take on the ever popular tiefling party.

Meet-Cute - Every couple starts somewhere. And sometimes that's on the ground, with a knife.

Five Good Nights - Four good nights shared before the tiefling party, and one shared after.

The Brink - Falerin reaches his breaking point in the House of Hope. Luckily, Gale knows exactly what he's going through--and he's more than glad to help.

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Rewinding the Thread - CB adjacent 3-shot

A chance conversation in Baldur's Gate leads to an unlikely visitor to Falerin and Astarion's home a year after the Netherbrain's defeat. She pleads for just one thing: that Astarion pays a visit to his family - his true family, the one that's mourned him for two centuries.

In The Weeds - Astarion decides to take in the sights of Baldur's Gate during the day, and has a nice conversation with a local.

The Invitation - A surprise visitor leads to a bit of arguing, an invitation home, and quite possibly Faerûn's most awkward tea.

[those70scomics]

Fictober Day 27: "let me remind you"

That '70s Show Fanfiction

Brooke had finished her before-sleep routine, brushing her teeth, moisturizing her hands and forearms. She slid beneath her bedsheets. Michael was already in bed -- actually on the bed in the full pajamas he wore in colder months. He faced her, and he fiddled with the buttons of his pajamas top.

"Friday night," Brooke said as a reminder. Fridays for her at the library were busy and exhausting. She spent time fixing catalog errors when she wasn't managing the staff. She was the second-in-command, and Fridays and Tuesdays were her boss's days off. Brooke had chosen Saturday and Sunday because of her family.

She snuggled into her pillow, closed her eyes, and Michael said, "I want another kid."

Her eyes popped open, but she didn't turn to look at him. "Let me remind you that you also wanted to be an astronaut, invent a time machine, have a monkey as a pet -- " Her heart was racing. He couldn't possibly mean what he'd said. She'd been asking him to have another child since Betsy was four. Their recent visit with the Sinclairs and their lovely two-child family hadn't seemed to convince him.

He touched her shoulder. "I'm not saying this to trick you into having Fridays sex. Sure, I would've done that ten years ago, but that's not who I am anymore."

She faced him in the bed, and he continued. "All those other ideas were -- " he gestured in front of himself -- "way out here." He placed his hand near Brooke's stomach, over their comforter. "Having another kid'll be in here." He touched his heart. "And here."

"Michael ... " She reached toward him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was often very sweet, one of the reasons she fell in love with him. Yet his stubbornness about their family upset her more than she let on, for years.

She held him tighter. Perhaps classifying his previously immovable opinion as stubborn wasn't wholly accurate or fair. He was protective of the family they had and determined to keep it safe -- to keep Betsy safe -- from what he'd grown up with.

She kissed Michael on the lips, held his hand on the bed, and said, "How do you think Betsy will handle having a sibling? She's had ten years being our only child. That's a long time. This change could mess with her sense of stability."

"We'll never let her forget how much we love her. And change is part of life, right? She's gotta get used to that. We were terrified after I accidentally knocked you up, but we had friends and family to help us get through it. Betsy'll learn change doesn't have to be bad."

He traced her jawline with his fingertips. "Anyway, we're adding to our family, not subtracting. That wasn't true when I was a kid. My parents' attention was divided into smaller and smaller pieces the more babies they had. But we've got so much love that another kid'll be multiplication for us."

His use of math metaphors was turning her on. Mostly, though, his heart and how much it had grown replaced her fatigue with excitement. She kissed him again, deeply. She was ready start making baby number two.

[renee-writer]

Fictober 24 Day 27 Let Me Remind You

Written for @fictober-event Day 27. Outlander Fandom. Mood board picture via Pinterest

AO3

“Why! Why are we doing this?” she groans out as the pains get increasingly hard.

 

He gently takes her thrashing face in his hands. “Breath love. That’s it. Just breath,” When that contraction eases, he continues, “Let me remind you. A part of you, a part of me. A whole baby . Our son or daughter will soon be here. That is why we are doing this.”

 

“We?” she says, “right. Right. The baby. Every pain is a step closer.” Her grip tightens on him as the pain rises again.

[midnightshard06]

Fictober Day 27: "Let me remind you"

You can check it out on ao3 here if you prefer.

Summary: Super experiences an odd nightmare.

Set in my Chaos Uncontrolled AU

Warnings: Nightmare? I suppose?

Word Count: ~700 words

Super woke with a start. He sat up and glanced wildly around the room. Wait. Why was he in control right now? “Sonic?” Super mentally prodded, but it felt like he was talking to nothing. Ok. This was fine. He could just go find Tails. Yeah. Shakily he stood up.

“Where are you going?” A soft voice seemed to whisper. It sent an involuntary shiver down Super’s spine. “There is no help for you beyond that door…”

Super spun around but saw nothing. “Who the hell is there?” He growled.

“Unimportant… what is important is you.” The voice continued. Super couldn’t seem to pinpoint where it was coming from. “You seem to have forgotten who you are. What you are. Let me remind you.” 

Suddenly Super felt a clawed hand grab his face. Despite his struggles he couldn’t seem to break free. Images flashed in his mind. Memories from the time not long after he’d been created. He didn’t want to see this. He’d been working to move past this. Become his own person. “This is what you are.” The voice growled. “A manifestation of pure negative chaos energy. It’s in your nature.”

Super blinked and was no longer in Sonic’s bedroom. Instead he stood over a trembling Tails. The fox looked badly injured and terrified. No. No this wasn’t right. Super jerked himself back. There was no way he’d hurt Tails. “Ah but it’s in your nature to hurt. To lash out…” The voice purred and the scene shifted. A familiar scene of when Shadow had cornered him in that cave, and then his eventual first chaos blast. When the attack cleared from his vision he was somewhere else. Eggman’s base when he’d been fighting Shadow and his teammates. “Pure chaos cannot be controlled for so long. Only temporarily. It needs to run wild and free, or it will find a way to on its own.” The seven emeralds appeared around him. “You are one side of a coin. The dark to Sonic’s light. To go against that is to upset the balance you were meant to maintain.”

Another blink and Super was standing in Sonic’s room again, the emeralds still lazily circling around him. This was a nightmare. It had to be. He clenched his fists; there was no way he was going to let a nightmare push him around again. “I don’t give a damn what I was meant to do.” He snarled as he glanced at the emeralds. He had no other target at the moment so they’d have to do. “I am my own person. I intend to keep being my own person. Even if it’s hard sometimes.” He relaxed his fists. “Keep your balance yourself. I’ll use my power however I please, and I choose to use it to try and do good.” He pinned his ears back as the emeralds stopped moving. “I at least owe it to Sonic and Tails for giving me a chance to live my own life.” He added, much quieter. “So let me remind you about who I am. I am Super. Being made of pure negative chaos energy, sharing a body with Sonic the hedgehog.” He looked down for a moment as his confidence wavered. With a deep breath he looked up again. “Friend to a small group who’ve all decided against their better judgment to give me a chance. Mortal enemy of Doctor Eggman, and someone who’s just trying to learn about himself. Now leave me the hell alone.”

Silence permeated the room and Super thought that perhaps he’d been wrong about this being a nightmare. “Interesting.” The voice suddenly broke the silence. “You have evolved far beyond intention.” The emeralds vanished and Super found himself waking up properly, in the darkness of the headspace. From what he could tell Sonic was still asleep, but just to feel the other hedgehog’s presence was a comfort. Not that Super intended to admit that any time soon. He took a deep breath and mentally prepared for a long, sleepless night. He’d tell Sonic and Tails about the odd dream tomorrow.

[captainsophiestark]

The Ugliest Tie I've Ever Seen

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 27 Prompt: "I don't know if they will accept this."

Summary: Y/N has finally been transferred to LA, joining their boyfriend Daniel Sousa to help with a case. Unfortunately, he's picked up some new fashion in LA.

Word Count: 1,311

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This is basically a request @everyhazyday sent me for Daniel Sousa Appreciation Week before I dropped out of the event and disappeared for a couple months lol. Hope you enjoy!!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I stepped out of the car to be greeted by the warm, sunny weather of Southern California, a smile on my face. This beat the New York winter any day of the week.

After months of waiting to move out to LA, the SSR here had finally caught a case big enough to warrant it. I'd left New York behind with hugs for Jack and Peggy to join my boyfriend, Daniel Sousa, on the other side of the country. We'd been making long distance work since he'd been appointed the new Chief, but I couldn't wait to see him again in person.

I walked through the doors of the Auerbach Theatrical Agency to find Rose at a large desk, fake smiling as two identical-looking girls tap danced in the middle of the room. As soon as she saw me, Rose stood and walked around the desk, hands clasped and a borderline grimace replacing her smile.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think your act is quite what we're looking for. Thank you, have a nice day."

The girls both scowled and huffed, but Rose was immovable. The minute they were both out the front door she sighed, shoulders relaxing, and came over to give me a hug.

"Hey, Rose. That looked more fun than the telephone company bit," I teased. She huffed, but when she pulled back from the hug, she had a smile on her face.

"I have actually gotten to see some good acts, once in a while," she said. "And the weather here is certainly nicer than anything in New York."

"No kidding."

"Come on, I'll show you the way up. I'm sure you're dying to see the Chief."

She shot me a look over her shoulder, and I just smiled. She was right, I was dying to see Daniel. It would take just about everything in me not to tackle him in a hug and kiss him on sight, but I'd have to find a way to manage it since we were in the middle of the office.

Rose took me down a back hallway filled with filing cabinets, pushing one back to reveal a secret entrance. I gave her a wave and promised to check in later, then headed upstairs.

The bullpen was surprisingly empty, with just a few agents working at their desks. Directly across from the stairs, I could see Daniel's office with the door open, a crowd of people inside. Even from here, with his back to me, I caught sight of Daniel in the middle of the huddle by his desk.

I walked over, a smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see the look on Daniel's face when he realized I was finally here.

As I got closer, I got within hearing range of the conversation. I could see Daniel's shoulders tensed underneath his gray suit jacket, and it became a little harder to forget that I was here mostly because he'd caught a massive case.

One of the agents standing directly in front of Daniel was speaking when I walked through the door of the office, coming to a stop just behind my boyfriend.

"...been a pain in our side every step of the way. I don't know if they will accept this."

"They're gonna have to," said Daniel. "They have no argument for keeping us out of this case, not since their evidence started literally hovering around the office. It's our jurisdiction."

"Don't you worry, we'll get 'em in line," I said, hands on my hips. "The cavalry's officially here."

Daniel whipped around, eyes wide at the sound of my voice. A smile broke out on his face as soon as he saw me, but my attention snapped to his outfit instead.

I loved Daniel, more than anything or anyone in the world. That would never change, even if he walked around wearing a literal burlap sack. But this was going to take some getting used to.

The gray suit jacket had fooled me into thinking he'd levelled up his wardrobe since leaving New York and the sweater vests behind. But underneath that suit jacket was a dayglow flamingo button up shirt, and the ugliest tie I'd ever seen in my life.

I froze like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything other than stare at that outfit. Daniel looked at me curiously, then turned to the other agents in the room.

"Can we get a minute?" he asked, addressing the other agents. "Everybody take five, we'll get back together in a few minutes."

The agents nodded, mumbling amongst each other as they headed out of the office. I heard one of them shut the door behind us, and then Daniel shuffled a little closer to me, looking concerned.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, I just need a second. My eyes are burning."

He furrowed his brow, glanced down to follow my gaze to his outfit. He looked back at me with outrage.

"What? Come on! It's not that bad, is it?"

"Together, as one outfit? YES."

Daniel scoffed, throwing his head back and looping an arm around my waist. He pulled me in, leaning in so we were basically nose to nose, a smile spread across his face.

"I missed you," he said. I smiled.

"I missed you too. No way in hell Thompson's ever getting me back to New York."

Daniel laughed, then leaned in and kissed me. We lingered for a few long moments, but since we were still in the office, we didn't let ourselves get too carried away.

"I cannot tell you how happy I am to have you here," Daniel muttered, leaning his forehead to rest against mine. "Seriously, I think I just lost a few deeply entrenched stress lines."

"Even with the fashion critiquing?"

"Yeah, even with that."

He gave me one last peck, then pulled all the way away. He picked up a massive case file and moved to hand it to me, but he hesitated at the last second.

"You really don't think this look is working for me?"

"Oh, babe. You could wear a clown costume and still be handsome to me. But that shirt and especially that tie, together? It's a serious downgrade from the sweater vests."

"From the sweater vests?"

"Yeah. You looked like a cute nerd in the sweater vests. You look like you got dressed in the dark with this."

Daniel snorted. "Okay, great. Thanks for the honesty at least."

"Always. But hey, don't get so down on yourself. The shirt's kind of fun, once you get past the... color of it."

"Really. Great."

"The tie has to go though."

I reached out to take the tie, and Daniel moved back out of my reach. I grinned, moving towards him again, and he managed to move behind his desk, a laugh bubbling out as he went.

"Gimme the tie, Daniel."

"You stay away, this tie's going on the wall. Hall of fame for making the love of my life look at me like I'd grown a second head after not seeing me in person for months."

"That's fine, the wall works. As long as it's not on you."

Daniel laughed, and it was infectious as I finally managed to catch him behind his desk. He gave in, and I wasted no time loosening the tie and pulling it over his head. He raised his eyebrows and fixed me with a look once I had it in my hands, and he smiled at me.

"You satisfied now."

"Yeah, actually, thanks."

I beamed at him and he rolled his eyes, but he was smiling too. I could see the other agents hovering outside the door, so I knew we had to get back to actual work, but I didn't really mind too much. Now that I was with Daniel again, working side by side, we could take on any case together. Ugly ties and all.

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