#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

[ghostofskywalker]

Almost Lost You

Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Fictober Day 27 of 31

Words: 1,211

Summary: Injuries on the battlefield lead to a quiet moment between lovers.

Anakin Skywalker Masterlist

This was how it ended, you supposed, lying on the wet ground and feeling the cold start to seep through your clothes. The blaster wounds in your legs and abdomen had hit the most inconvenient places, because not only were they incredibly painful but they had also immediately removed you from the battle. And with no active combatants around, the blaster you loosely gripped while sprawled on the soil was downright useless. 

You could hear the sound of the battle raging across the woods, but your comm device had been knocked from your grip, now resting too far away for you to grab it. This is what you get for volunteering to act as the perimeter spy, despite the fact that you were not usually a talented sniper. Thankfully all the nearby battle and commando droids had been called to meet the 501st in combat, so there weren’t any more enemies for you to worry about. 

If you could just get to the comm, you could reach out to Rex, tell them the situation and plead for a transport to take you back to the Resolute. The med-droids and clone medics there might be able to take care of you before it was too late, if you could make the call in time. 

If the battalion had to make a hot exit, would they even remember you? 

No, it was no use thinking like that. Determined to at least try to contact your allies, you heaved a sigh as you pushed your arms forward, trying to move closer to the comm. What followed would not be pretty, but it might just mark the difference between life and death, so you were willing to make the sacrifice. 

Dragging your body forward like a baby rancor, you used every ounce of available strength. The muddy ground of this planet made things a little more difficult, but you persisted, a determined look on your face as more mud caked the cloth of your Republic-issued uniform. 

Would the dirt stop the bleeding, or would it just make things worse?

You caught one of your wounds on a particularly sharp rock, and a whispered swear left your mouth as tears welled in your eyes. Blinking them back, there was nothing you could do but move forward with slightly more caution. 

You really needed to put in some kind of official recommendation that all personnel carry some kind of emergency medkit on their person, because it sure would have been useful right now.

When you finally reached the device, you knew that if you couldn’t reach anyone, that you would have to remain here. With everything you had, you pushed the button and tried to reach out. 

Maker, your wounds hurt. 

“-ex!” your voice cracked as you spoke for the first time in a while. “Come in, Captain!” 

Thankfully it connected, because you could hear the telltale sounds of blaster shots and what you believed to be lightsaber movement in the background. “Yes? What is it?” 

His voice was cutting in and out, and you hoped that he was able to hear your full message. “In the forest to the east,” you said, gasping as the pain suddenly flared up. “I got hit, can’t move.” 

Thankfully, it seemed that the captain understood what you were trying to say, even though his voice completely cut out halfway through. “Send your coordinates! No, we’ll track-” 

When you tried to hit the button to comm him again, nothing went through. Resting back with your head against the cold, wet ground and fighting to keep your eyes open, you knew there was nothing left to do at this point but hope. 

As the world began to leave your focus and your eyes began to close, you could have sworn you heard the sound of a lightsaber moving through the air, and someone’s voice as warm hands rested on your face. 

***

When you first opened your eyes, the immediate brightness had you momentarily wondering if you truly were dead. Your mind felt fuzzy and unfocused, and it seemed as though your surroundings were swaying back and forth for a good couple moments. 

However, as the medbay of the Resolute came into focus, you were grateful you weren’t actually dead, because that would have been a real inconvenience. 

Still sluggish and tired, you could feel pressure at the sites of the blaster burns, and the injury on your abdomen brought a dull stinging pain to the forefront of your mind, likely the results of whatever anti-septic they had used  to clean your wounds. 

Picking your head up, you could see Anakin asleep, sitting on one of the (very uncomfortable) chairs they kept here, his head slumped over and resting on the side of your bed as he snored. His eyes flew open the moment you shifted, and he didn’t even check to see if anyone was around before he had thrown his arms around you. 

“Anakin!” you hissed as his lips made contact with your forehead. “What if someone’s looking?” Despite the fact that he’s the one at risk if your romance was discovered, he never seemed to be the one worried about getting caught. 

“I don’t care if some droids see,” he said, reaching down to take your hand in his. “I thought I lost you.” 

“I also thought I was a goner,” you admitted. 

Anakin’s arms pulled you into another hug, and you selfishly initiated a quick kiss with your lover. Despite the battle that had just been fought, the medbay was surprisingly empty, void of even the clone medics you had come to be friends with in your time on the flagship. 

“You’re so strong,” he whispered, pressing kisses in quick succession to your forehead. “But I never want you to leave my sight again.” 

You laughed, even though it came out more like a croak the first time around. “I think we’d have a harder time hiding things if that happened.” 

“I don’t care,” he said, and the smile that crossed his face clued you in to the fact that he was joking. “Half my men already know about us.” 

“What?” Your eyes were wide as you pulled slightly away from him. 

“Relax, they’re not going to say anything,” he reassured you. “If we ever wanted to get away for a couple rotations, I think we’d have an entire team of operatives covering for us.” 

You breathed a sigh of relief as you smiled. You had been working with the 501st for quite some time now, and you’d be lying if you said they hadn’t wormed their way into your heart. “I could do with a vacation.”

Anakin laughed as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours. “Once you get better, then we’ll do some planning.” 

Your eyes started to droop as you spoke, likely from whatever kind of painkiller the droids had administered to you when you were out. “What about a beach? Or-” you dozed off in the middle of the sentence. 

When the medbay was filled with nothing but the sound of your soft snores, Anakin just smiled as he kissed your forehead one last time. He needed to make some plans, and none of them had to do with battles or strategies.

- the end -

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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.

[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 🍁

[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!

=)

[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.

~

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.

[ghostofskywalker]

Unfortunate Cuddling

Carol Danvers/Reader

Fictober Day 27 of 31

Words: 894

Summary: There's no way to avoid the fate that's been assigned to you for this particular mission, and neither of you are happy about having to share a bed. 

Carol Danvers Masterlist

You dropped your bag on the floor by the door of the hotel room and heaved a sigh as you stepped further inside. This mission was already turning out to be a disaster, and you technically hadn’t even began the actual assignment yet. Not only did the entire team have to share hotel rooms due to the limited availability, but you were stuck with the one person on the team that you couldn’t stand.

You would have rather roomed with any other member of the team. You could deal with snoring, blanket hogs, or even ridiculously complicated night time routines, but you were not looking forward to spending over seven hours alone in a room with Carol Danvers.

And of course, the universe had to go and make things worse for you, because there was only one bed in that room.

This was it, your absolute worst nightmare. Forget everything you’ve ever feared before or every unpleasant experience you’d ever had. This was worse, no contest. You and Carol have simply never gotten along. It had gotten to the point where you started taking weekend trips whenever you knew she was stopping by the compound, but this was simply unavoidable. Some missions were all-hands-on-deck, and this was simply one of them, so she had shown up with her stupidly perfect hair and her stupidly well-fitting uniform and you couldn’t ignore her existence.

“So this is Tony’s idea of a cruel joke, huh?” Carol said as she stepped into the hotel room behind you. The scowl on her face looked like it was never going to leave, and she hadn’t even seen the sleeping situation yet.

“It gets worse,” you deadpanned, waiting for her to get to where you were standing.

She didn’t respond the way you thought she would (with expletives or a dramatic exit), but it was still clear that she was not happy about the situation either. But you already knew that there were no more rooms to spare, so you were going to have to either suck it up and share the bed or sleep on the floor.

The two of you unpacked as much as you could, all with the room blanketed in a thick and suffocating silence. This tension was the most awkward thing in the entire world, and you would have almost rather have been slinging insults at each other this entire time. After you finished that, you sat at the desk in the corner of the room as you reviewed mission files, and eventually it got to the point where you needed to go to sleep.

She was already laying with her back to you, and once you were all ready you gently slipped under the covers. Turning away from her, you tried to close your eyes and forget about where you were and who you were sleeping next to, but it was next to impossible. Eventually a pillow placed in between your bodies did help you drift off to sleep, but you wouldn’t consider it a full victory.

The feeling of fatigue and the desire to go back to bed was hard to battle as the sound of your alarm punctured the air, but you eventually wrenched your eyes open and turned it off. Right as you moved to get up, you noticed something.

There was an arm on you, and it wasn’t one of yours.

Freezing instantly, you turned your gaze over to Carol’s side of the bed, where she had somehow turned over in her sleep and made it past the pillow you had placed as a barrier between you. While you wouldn’t consider it fully cuddling, you were now a lot closer to her than when you had fallen asleep last night.

If you were being completely honest, you didn’t really mind. Carol was incredibly beautiful, and maybe if she didn’t hate you, there could have been something between you and her, but right now that was not the case.

A soft snore from Carol brought your attention back to the present. Should you wake her up now? You almost wondered how she would explain this, or if she would try to avoid the topic completely. Maybe if you were a little stronger, you could use this as an opportunity to extend an olive branch, and the two of you might not be enemies any more.

But of course, you didn’t know how she would react, and there was still a very important mission in the very near future. You could deal with the implications of your sleeping positions and the effect that may have on your relationship (or lack thereof) later.

You quietly pulled yourself out from under her arm, slightly shocked when she didn’t even stir. After a moment of wondering whether or not you were doing the right thing, the alarm on her cell phone started to go off, and you practically sprinted into the bathroom to begin getting ready before she even opened her eyes.

You were in this hotel for a reason, your brain kept saying, and it wasn’t to mess around with another member of the team.

Maybe it was the cowardly thing to do, but right now you would have to save the delusions of friendship and far-fetched hopes of romance for a later time. And maybe then, you could be cuddling with her for real. 

- the end -

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[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.