#fictober fun

[imjustwritingg]

what a guy

Happy Fictober! I had so much fun doing this last year and it really pushed me to write more so I wanted to do it again. Went off on my own with prompts, but I’ve got a handful of Upstead fics to share this month and here is the first one for you.

Enjoy! 💐

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[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 12: The Sweetest Tune

Prompt: "Did you hear that?"

It's late at the Hoover building and Mulder hears a noise… Rating: T, wc: 1,013

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

“Did you hear that?” Mulder whispers, putting her hands on her shoulders. It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday and they’re on their way out of the Hoover building. Any noise they might hear won’t be good news.

“Hear what?” she asks, not lowering her voice.

“This,” he says, pointing up.

“Mulder, it’s late and we’re-” he silences her, putting a finger on her lips. He keeps it there, willing her to listen. All she can hear is Mulder’s breathing and her own heartbeat. It drowns out everything else. Her other senses are at high alert; Mulder’s finger is salty and the feel of it against her lips makes her thirsty.

“Do you really not hear that?” His voice is low, his face close to hers.

“I don’t,” she replies in a whisper.

“Someone is singing.”

“You’re imagining things,” Scully says, stepping forward, her heels clicking on the floor.

“Take off your shoes.”

“Excuse me?” She stares up at him.

“We need to investigate,” he mumbles, helping her slip out of her shoes. She can’t believe she’s doing this. As crazy as he might be, she’s not much better. “Let’s go.” He steers her as they make their way through the abandoned hallway. Scully glances up at the ceiling, wondering if any security cameras are catching this. If so, they will surely become water cooler topic number one again.

“There,” Mulder says. Before now, Scully hasn’t paid attention to where they are. Her focus has been on getting out of here. Who works until 10 p.m. on a Friday night anyway? Only Agents Mulder and Scully.

“This is Kersh’s office,” Scully hisses, and Mulder nods, his eyes huge.

“It’s coming from inside.” She can only watch as Mulder presses his ear against the door. His open mouth transforms into a smile and if she wasn’t so scared of getting caught – by Kersh, of all people – she might think of Mulder as adorable.

“Mulder, we need to leave.”

“He’s singing, Scully. Come here.” She shakes her head, not moving. “You want to hear this.” He holds out his hand to her and it’s his smile that wins her over in the end. Doesn’t it always? She takes his hand and lets herself be drawn to his side. There’s no reason for them to stand there tangled together, both with their ears pressed against the door. At first, Scully doesn’t hear it. She’s this close to calling Mulder out for hearing things that aren’t even there when she catches the voice.

“There.” Mulder’s mouth is against her neck and his voice is a low murmur, sending goosebumps all over her body. “Do you hear it?” She’d hear it better without his proximity distracting her. But there it is again. A man’s voice. Unmistakably their boss, A.D. Kersh. Now she understands why Mulder is smiling. She turns, her mouth hanging open in surprise. Hearing him sing is one thing, but hearing him belt out a cheesy ballad in perfect pitch is quite another.

“And you thought I was crazy.” Mulder is grinning from ear to ear as they continue to listen to Kersh’s surprisingly smooth voice. Scully tugs at Mulder’s sleeve to get his attention.

“Let’s go.”

“We’re almost at the great finish,” he mouths. “Listen.” Scully does listen, but more than that, she’s watching Mulder, unable to hide her giggle as he closes his eyes, mouthing the words along. Who would have guessed that Mulder knows the lyrics to “I Will Always Love You” by heart? Kersh hits all the notes behind the door, but out here, Scully is mesmerized by Mulder. His eyes pop open again, twinkling with warmth and amusement. The song ends, with Kersh still humming along. Scully doesn’t have Mulder’s bat-like hearing, but it distinctively sounds as if their boss’s voice is coming closer to the door.

“Mulder,” she insists, tugging at his sleeve again.

“We need to run,” he says and a moment later, they do. One of her shoes slips out of Mulder’s hands on their way to the elevator and he sprints back to retrieve it. Meanwhile, Scully is giggling, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Stairs,” Mulder says when the elevator takes its sweet time. Scully groans, but follows him into the stairwell. They’re standing there, both out of breath, grinning at each other.

“Do you think he knew anyone was listening?” Scully asks, trying to catch her breath.

“No. He was in the zone. Who knew, huh? We only ever hear him bark at us and here he is putting Whitney Houston to shame. What about you, Scully?” He hands her her shoes back, but she’s not putting them back on. Mulder raises an eyebrow but says nothing. They make their way down the stairs.

“What about me?” she asks.

“Are you hiding a singing talent?”

“Mulder, you’ve heard me sing,” she reminds him. “I can’t carry a tune.”

“You carried that tune, Scully,” he says with a wistful look and she glares at him. “You have a nice voice. I mean you’re no Alvin Kersh, but who is?” His grin returns. “Maybe you could give an encore?” They’re almost downstairs now. What a Friday night. Once upon a time, her friends would call and ask her to meet them after work, get a drink, and maybe go dancing. But how can she feel like she’s missing something when she has a Mulder? Who’s invading her personal space while wearing the world’s cutest grin?

“I only sing when we’re lost in the woods,” she says, playing along. Before entering the parking garage, she puts on her shoes again. Mulder waits for her, playing with his car keys.

“So if I find us another-”

“Don’t push your luck, Mulder.”

“Just in case,” he promises. “If we ever do find ourselves in the forest again, you’ll sing.”

“Fine,” she says, but only because she wants to go home.

“It’s a date then,” Mulder says. “See you Monday, Scully.” He jogs off and she stands there, wondering what she’s agreed to.

Did he just say date?

[kitten-kokomo]

Day 3 - “i know you better

Fanfiction - The Amazing Digital Circus

G

“What makes you so sure of that, dollface?” “I know you better.” “No, you don’t.”

Full fic below!

“Why is hide and seek even a team game? I mean, really? A kindergartener can play it without a partner to help them. Although, come to think of it, Kinger is a little–“ 

“Shh!”

“Make me.”

“Ow.”

“You deserved it.”

“I’m wounded.”

“Jax.”

“Hey, what happened to being quiet?”

“Could you stop poking me?”

“Can I? Yes. But will I?”

“Seriously, cut it out!”

“No.”

“Jax!”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, dollface.”

“This is taking forever.”

“Shush.”

“What gives, dollface? You’re usually much more fun than this.”

“Fun for you to torment, you mean.”

“Exactly!”

“You’re the worst.”

“Just doin’ my job, dollface.”

“I don’t think you’re like that.”

“What makes you so sure of that, dollface?”

“I know you better.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Remember my first day here?”

“Nope.”

“Yes you do. I was a mess, and I couldn’t stop crying, and–“

“Stop.”

“–you pulled me to my feet, and asked Caine if we could play hide and seek, and then brought me up to the crows nest at the top of the tent so I could cry in peace, and we played charades and Concentration because I can’t play chopsticks with my han–“

“Shut. Up.”

“Jax?”

“Just…drop it, okay?”

“Why? It was a genuinely nice thing, and–”

“That never happened, okay? It was a stupid mistake made by a stupid idiot who–”

“It really mattered to me.”

“But, if you need me to, I promise I won’t bring it up again.”

“…thanks.”

“Alright then!”

“Hey. Dollface.”

“Hm?”

“Do…do you know any games? To pass the time or whatever?”

“Y-yeah! Sure!”

[apollo-just-ice]

Fanfiction - Ace Attorney

Fictober Day 3 - “I know you better”, a Larry Butz/Miles Edgeworth fic bc I’m replaying Turnabout Ablaze and feeling a bit silly…

[elgaladwen]

Fictober 2024 - Day 4

Prompt: "No, we're not doing that."

Fandom: The Lord of The Rings Online (OCs)

Warnings: N/A

“So you see,” Skuldfig was saying as she waved her hands for emphasis, bronze bracelets jingling, “It's this big ship, washed ashore, everything scattered about! But we must act quickly, before too many others have the same idea!”

Armardora considered the dwarven woman on the other side of the desk she'd been using, noting her wide, excited eyes, and the faint pink flush of cheeks above her neatly braided cornsilk beard. She admired her dedication to finding interesting things, but she wasn't so sure that this particular idea was wise.

“So you're saying that you, me, and Daeithilor there,” She tilted her head toward the only other person in the room, a tall, broadly muscled elf who was clutching a spear, and watching them with his big, blue, confused eyes, “Should go down to the river, where this heavily guarded shipwreck is awaiting the King's men to come see it safely taken care of, and take some of these items ourselves?” Her tone was incredulous.

“Nay,” uttered Skuldfig appeasingly, moving her gaze from the richly clad young woman behind the desk to the elf, thinking how much he looked like a lost canine, “Not him, he is good for roughing people up, but not for delicate work! And he cannot even understand me to hear the plan!”

Uncomfortable with the attention on him, Daeithilor murmured to Armardora in Sindarin, “What is she saying?”

He had come to this place with no knowledge of Westron, and though many here spoke Sindarin too, the dialect was different, and it had been hard for him even to find that in the lower circles of the city where he had been lost.

Skuldfig wondered at times if the wedding party from Lothlórien had left him behind on purpose when they'd returned to their homeland, for in her opinion he seemed far too stupid to be of use to anyone, but Armardora enjoyed practicing Sindarin in the way he spoke, using him so that she could learn the differences from what she'd been taught. He also did make a capable enough bodyguard, Skuldfig had to concede, for what he lacked in brain, he made up for in muscle.

Armardora shot Daeithilor a quick smile, returning, “I shall explain later.” as Skuldfig went on.

“Just you and I, you can say you're surveying the manifest for the king! I'm your assistant, obviously! Then once we're past them, I can leave another way with anything good we find, and I'm sure you can fit scrolls and the like in your bag of paper and pens that you clearly need to take record of everything!” Skuldfig beamed at Armardora, as if the woman had already agreed.

A huff of breath escaped Armardora’s lips. “Is this how you and your friend get all of your pieces- Wait do not tell me, at least right now I can pretend the things you bring me are not stolen!”

“Ugh!” Skuldfig uttered dramatically. “If only Ingfar were here and not up north, we would make short work of this ship! He will be sad he missed this!” Placing her adorned fingers upon the desk, she leaned in Armardora's direction. “And come now, it isn't truly stealing, we would make sure any items of interest got to their rightful owners in due time, with a small finder's fee of course, and more importantly, after you've had the chance to study them!”

Armardora's resolve faltered at this last bit. Surely there must be something of interest on that ship, or it would not be under guard in the name of the king. But no, it was still too risky!

With a sigh, she finally declared, “No, Skuldfig, we are not doing that!”

When she saw the dwarf start to protest, she added, “If I am caught, I might lose access to the old archives!”

“Nonsense!” The dwarf woman was quick to reply. “Your father is too important!”

“But if you're caught, that won't be enough to help you!” Armardora argued.

Skuldfig waved a hand dismissively. “As if I'd be caught!”

Tilting her head back in frustration, Armardora muttered after a time, “I know you will just go by yourself and get into some sort of trouble, caught or not, if I am not there-” She looked down at the dwarf again. “So I will go. But!” She added quickly before Skuldfig could celebrate, “We will just look, and I will not pretend to act on behalf of the King. If the guards want to indulge my scholarly interest, that's different.”

Skuldfig sighed, but nodded. “Fine, fine. Let's get some cosmetics on that pretty face of yours so you can bat your lashes at them some, hm? And perhaps do bring beefcake there, he could be distracting enough to anyone inclined the right way.”

They both looked toward Daeithilor again, as his eyes darted from one to the other, wide with worry.

“Skuldfig, I swear to you that I will pretend I do not know you if they see you trying to sneak by.” Armardora muttered with exasperation.

The dwarf in question raised her hands before her in a gesture of surrender. “Fair enough, I will separate from you once we leave the city, so that we don't arrive together.”

With a nod, Armardora rose from her seat, crossing to Daeithilor, and resting her ink-stained hand gently on his forearm, wincing as she felt how tense he was, and thinking, not for the first time, that she really needed to find a way to get him back his home. “Come to the river with us?” She murmured in Sindarin. “I can explain on the way.”

He nodded cautiously, and the three companions set out, the tall elf on one side, the much shorter dwarf on the other, and Armardora perfectly in between.

[aureli-us]

FICTOBER 2024

as usual i was unable to find any good fictober lists that i PERSONALLY enjoyed for this year, so, keeping with tradition! i made my own! since we're a week from october i figured i'd post it now to let people take a look :^) if you end up using any of it (or all of it) PLEASE DO TAG ME! i'll post a link to my ao3 fictober in the next few days so it'll be up there as well! (plaintext list is below the cut + click for MUCH better quality)

shackles

headless

thunderstorm

journal

sun

clock

sacrifice

moth

aged

catacomb

ancestral

fissure

tentacle

cairn

swamp

statue

vail (NOT veil or vale!)

precipice

impaled

cage

rotten

sunrise

immolation

prisoner

peak

coward

delirium

carved

garden

mandible

(and as always) All Hallows' Eve

[atths--twice]

Adding to the Fund

Working in a restaurant can be stressful and tiring, but it can also lead to a relationship that was not expected.

Fictober Day 14

Prompt- That's all? Easy.

Sunrise and Sunset, the restaurant on Baker Street was packed. Sundays were always busy, and sometimes stressful, but thankfully the patrons tipped better on those days. 

Well, some of them, Dana Scully thought, rolling her eyes as she picked up the tip from table nineteen. 

It had been a group of older women who had complained about nearly everything: the amount of ice in their glasses of water, the lack of a butter substitute, the temperature of the coffee, and their meals- all for different reasons. 

“Young lady,” one of the women had said, crooking her finger at Dana to come closer. “This bread is far too toasted. I can’t eat this. Take it back and bring me a new sandwich.” 

She had taken the sandwich to the back, swearing as she replaced only the top slice of toasted bread. Waiting a minute to calm down, she had smiled as she brought it back to the woman. 

“Hope this is okay,” she had said and the woman only hummed in reply, her eyebrows raised. 

But she ate everything on the plate, didn’t she? Dana thought, shaking her head. 

Bringing the dishes to the back, she sighed as she added the receipt to the paperwork for the day. 

“Any tip from that party?” a voice asked and she turned to look at Fox Mulder, a fellow worker, his arms laden with plates. 

“Yeah. Two whole dollars. On a sixty eight dollar tab, I might add. Oh, and they also left me a note.” 

“To join them at their church?” he asked, shuddering as he set the plates down. 

“Not this time, no,” she laughed, knowing how often it did happen on a Sunday. “Here.” She handed him the note and he read it out loud. 

“My grandson works in a law firm. He’s very busy and finds looking for a girlfriend to be tedious. I’m sure he would enjoy your company, once he got to know you. 574-1296.” He looked at her, his eyes wide. “Oh, well this one deserves to go up on the board.” 

“No, Fox,” she said, trying to take it from him. 

“Why not?” he asked, holding it out of her reach. “You're not going to call him are you?” His mouth dropped open in mock horror and she shook her head. 

“Not for many reasons, but especially because with that many red flags, you know he’s a douchebag of a person.” 

“Then why? You have others up there. And so do I.” He pointed to the bulletin board on the wall where notes from patrons were kept, especially when they were particularly cringy or funny. “I think this one could make it to the top.” 

“No,” she said, stepping closer to him to take the note out of his hand. “This one just… it makes me feel… I don’t like it. I don’t like thinking that they could treat me shitty the entire time they were here and then suggest I call their grandson, who finds dating tedious. Like I deserve less than from a man who is apparently better than me. It’s gross.” 

“It is. I’m sorry I joked about it,” he said and she nodded as she tore up the obnoxious note and threw it away. 

“There. Gone. Reset,” she said, letting out a deep breath. “Their two dollars will gladly join the Dana Scully eats tonight fund.” He smiled and she smiled back. 

“Fox! Tables twelve and fifteen, orders up. Look alive,” Raul, the head cook called out. 

“Coming,” Fox called back and Dana walked with him. He gave her a confused look and she smiled. 

“I’m heading back out. I’ll help you then see to my tables.” 

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” he said, picking up the plates and lining them up his arm. “I’ve got fifteen. You’ll like twelve better.” 

“Okay,” she laughed, setting the plates along her arm as well and carrying the last plate in her hand. 

At the door, he nodded for her to go first and she smiled her thanks. 

When she was walking to table twelve, she saw why he had given it to her. There was a chubby, bald headed baby sitting in a high chair biting on a plastic toy and a little boy who was drawing on the back of the kids menu. 

“Hello, I’m Dana,” she said as she stood at the table. “Fox was busy so I offered to help him out. Who had the ham and cheese omelet?” 

“Right here,” the husband said, reaching for the plate. “My wife has the French toast and Davy here has the pancakes and bacon.” 

“Perfect. Here you all go,” she said, setting their plates down. She smiled at the boy who looked up at her and kept staring, his green eyes wide. 

“You look like Ariel,” he said in awe. 

“Oh!” she said in surprise. 

“I’m so sorry,” his dad said quickly. “Davy, you don’t just-”

“That’s okay,” Dana said, smiling at Davy. 

“But Ariel’s hair is down, not up,” Davy said. “But it’s red like yours. Do you have blue eyes?” 

“Davy!” his mom admonished him, but Dana only laughed. She squatted down beside him, smiling as she looked at him. 

“Well?” she asked and he leaned forward, looking into her eyes and smiling. 

“You do,” he whispered. “Are you a mermaid?” 

“Not at the moment, because I’m in a restaurant,” she whispered back. “But when I get into the water…” Her eyes widened and then she winked. 

“Like magic?” 

“Like magic,” she nodded and Davy’s smile grew. “But you can’t tell anyone except your mom and dad, promise?” 

“Promise,” he said, nodding emphatically. 

“Will you do the special mermaid handshake to bind the promise and keep my secret safe?” 

“Yes! Yes, I will!” He clapped excitedly and Dana smiled. 

“Okay. So, we do it like this.” 

She took his hand and shook it, then locked their fingers together, thumbs pointing up, then released his hand, waving her fingers up and down like a mermaid tail swimming away. 

“Show me again,” he whispered and she smiled, taking his small hand into hers again, perfecting the handshake before leaving their table to check on her own section. 

Back in the kitchen with her next set of orders, she smiled at Fox who nodded with a wink. 

At her break, she stepped outside behind the restaurant, needing a moment of fresh air. Standing in the sunshine, her head tilted back and her eyes closed, she heard the door open and close. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey yourself,” she said and Fox chuckled as he came to stand beside her. She opened her eyes and he smiled at her. “Thank you for giving me that table earlier. It’s just what I needed after-”

“Two bucks, Betty?” 

“Exactly,” she said with a laugh. 

“Good. I’m glad it helped.” 

“The little boy thought I looked like Ariel.” 

“Hmm,” Fox hummed, staring into her eyes. “He’s not wrong. But you’re much prettier.” 

“Because I’m not an animated drawing?” she teased and he laughed, his fingers brushing against hers before locking together loosely, causing her heart rate to increase. 

“That and you just are.” 

“Okay.”

“I really wanna kiss you,” he whispered, his grip on her fingers tightening slightly. 

“After you didn’t last night, which was a huge mistake by the way-” 

“I agree completely,” he said, nodding his head vigorously. “I… I hesitated too long.” 

“You did,” she agreed. 

“I was nervous. I thought maybe it was just me who was feeling…” He stopped talking when she smiled and shook her head. She squeezed his fingers, interlocking their hands further. 

“It’s not just you,” she admitted and he exhaled as he nodded. “I thought being in a group setting like we were, would help me loosen up enough to at least ask you to dance.”

“Which it did.” 

“Well, the alcohol definitely helped with that,” she said with a laugh. 

“That’s all it takes?” he teased. 

“Easy,” she warned and he laughed, both of them then falling silent. 

“I thought you said you wanted to kiss me,” she said quietly and he drew in a deep breath. 

“I do. Very much.” 

“Well, my break will be over soon and so will yours. You might-”

His lips touched hers softly, then more firmly as their kiss deepened. He let go of her hand and placed it onto the back of her neck, holding her close. She moaned as she wound her arms around his neck, her heart pounding. 

“Hmm,” she hummed when they broke from the kiss, his forehead pressed gently against hers. “That was good.” 

“It was,” he said with a quiet chuckle and she smiled. 

They sat down at the picnic table bench provided for employees to use during their breaks, talking and kissing until their break was over. 

Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet, kissed her one more time, and walked to the door. 

“Oh,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “The family with the little boy asked me to give this to you.” He handed her the kids menu that had been folded into a small square. “I’m sure this one will be better than the one you got earlier.” 

She smiled as she opened it and then gasped when she found ten dollars inside. 

“Oh,” he said in delighted surprise as she began to read the note that was written in blue crayon. 

“Thank you for showing me the special mermaid handshake. I won’t tell anyone your secret. I hope I can see you again some time. Love, Davy. P.S. I’m four and a half. Oh, isn’t that just…?” She sniffled, blinking back tears as she read it to herself again. 

“A much better note,” he said and she laughed softly, tracing her fingers over the drawing of a mermaid that Davy had made. She had big blue eyes and red hair drawn in a similar style to Dana’s. 

“An incredibly kind note,” she replied, folding it back up, with the money inside, and placing it into her pocket. 

“And the money adds to the Dana Scully eats tonight fund,” he said and she shook her head. 

“No, this money will go into a different fund.” 

“Which fund is that?” he asked as they walked inside and put on their aprons. 

“The… Dating Fox Mulder fund?” she asked tentatively and he paused as he was tying the strings of the apron behind his back. Grinning, he nodded as he finished the task. 

“Only if it can be combined with the one I already have.” 

“Which is that?” she asked, tying her own strings. 

“The Just ask her out already fund,” he said with a grin. 

She laughed loudly, covering her mouth and looking around, but no one had noticed. 

“Yes,” she agreed, stepping close and squeezing his hand. “We can combine them.” 

“Good,” he said, squeezing back. “And it will be my treat tonight because I’ve got quite a bit in there. It pays to be somewhat of a nervous coward.” 

She laughed and shook her head, walking beside him to the kitchen, as his hand rubbed gently at the small of her back. 

[haus-of-wu-ao3]

fictober 2024 - day 4: no, we're not doing that

summary:

they say it takes a village to raise a child. nobody’s said anything about how many more people it takes to raise a vampire. let alone one that has additional gifts. in which hyukjae learns that taemin can fly.

rating: teen and up audiences; no archive warnings apply

relationship: lee hyukjae | eunhyuk & lee taemin

genre: magical realism, vignette

content warnings: none

miscellaneous ao3 tags:

vampires

[randomfoggytiger]

Fictober 2023: Week 1

First Fictober, first week!

*****

Day 1 - 7

"The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully"

Mulder and Scully reunite in the afterlife, two skeletons dancing in the rain and the mud.

"Regardless of His Actions Last Night"

Queequeg, alive and savage, joins Scully on her Chinga vacation.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part I

Scully's faith seemingly rejects her after Ronnie Strickland turns Mulder and her into vampires.

"Time Passing in Moments"

Post FTF Scully brings her Halloween to Mulder, determined to give him a break while they wait and wait and wait for OPR. Much banter is had, very fun and meaningful.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part II

Mulder encourages Scully to not give up on her faith, both of them choosing to face potential death together as they reenter her church.

"There's Something Up There Mulder"

Scully realizes that Tooms is likely a distant relation of the Gender Bender Brethren (Amish hats, yes.)

"I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself"

Metaphorical similarities between Mulder's supposed red-green colorblindness (which I maintain he does not have) and how burning Phoebe Green destroyed while cauterizing Scully healed.

*****

Trivia

Title References

Day 1, Mulder's quote to Scully in Hollywood A.D.

Day 2, Clyde Bruckman's quote in his letter to Scully

Day 3/Day 5, Scully's quote to Sheriff Hartwell in Bad Blood

Day 4, Scully's journal entry in Memento Mori

Day 6, Scully's quote to Mulder in Gender Bender

Day 7, Phoebe's quote to Mulder before they dance in Fire

*****

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

Sending hugs always!

🌹🌹🌹

Please and thank you!

Jerry might get pissy when Don showed up at his office, but Don had to talk to him. Don wouldn't exactly call Jerry a friend, but he liked the guy too much not to give him an out.

As predicted, Jerry started hissing and spitting as soon as Don walked in the door. "What are you-? I work here, Don. I told you never to come- What gives you the right-"

[captainderyn]

If anyone wants to know how the Fictober ideas are coming along

[imjustwritingg]

get me with those green eyes, baby

Happy Tuesday! No Hockey Jay today, but here is the second fic in my Fictober series for you. This one is a fun little spin on how Upstead meet for the first time.

Hope you enjoy it! 🥰

Read on AO3

[summersnow82]

Demon Night on the Town

Fanfiction_Yu Yu Hakusho

Fictober 2023_Prompt 25: “Do I look like I knew that?”

Author's note: I'm not even sorry. I had way too much fun with this.

...

The three demons had been lurking outside the ramen shop for hours. Yusuke didn’t know what was keeping them outside, but he figured sooner or later they’d make up their mind.

The bell on the door told him it was sooner.

“Getting ready to close up, fellas, but I’ve still got some ramen if you’re hungry.” Yusuke didn’t look up as he spoke. There was a particularly tough stain on the counter, and it currently had his full attention.

“Oh, we’re hungry, all right,” one chuckled. “Hungry for human flesh.”

Yusuke raised his brown eyes to meet the demon’s blood red ones. He bit back a grin as the demon jumped back in surprise. “Wha...he’s old! Dude, you didn’t say he was old!”

“Do I look like I knew that?” This from a blue demon sporting a mohawk. Yusuke had never understood that hairstyle, even when he was young. Too much upkeep, too much product. He looked back at Yusuke in disgust. “You’re the great Urameshi?”

Yusuke shrugged. “Depends on who you ask, I suppose. So, ramen?” The three demons stared at him as if he’d sprouted another head.

“Hey, Dad, I’m done in the back.” A tall, slim woman pushed back a curtain that separated the back room from the shop. She stopped for a moment, taking in the demons standing at the front of the shop. “Dad?”

“They’re deciding if they want ramen or human flesh,” he replied dryly, turning his attention back to the stain. He’d have to ask Keiko what she used on stains when she got back from visiting their son.

The red eyed demon chuckled again, moving further into the store. His eyes were locked on the woman, his lips curled back in a snide sneer. “Think the night just got better, boys.”

The third demon, the one closest to the door, sighed. “Greg, c’mon. You said we were going to have a fun night in the human realm. I thought you meant boba tea and karaoke.”

“We have the chance to take out the Great Urameshi and his daughter, and you want boba tea?” The mohawk demon asked.

The third demon shrugged. “Yeah. It’s delightful. But since we’re here,” he nodded in Yusuke’s direction, “that ramen smells amazing.”

“One ramen coming up,” Yusuke said, leaving the stain for a later time.

Mohawk demon thrust a thumb at his boba-loving companion. “Lloyd, why’d you bring him?”

“He’s dating my sister. I told you,” the red-eyed demon hissed, still leering at the woman. “What’s your name, honey?”

The woman’s lips curled into a low, slow smile. She’d been told by many monsters – demon and human alike – that she had her father’s smile. Those closest to her knew she had more than his smile. “Rei. After my father’s Rei Gun.” She raised her arms in the same iconic position her father had used for years, and pointed at the leering demon. “What’s yours, honey?”

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forgotten character lore/fun fact: emery having a ‘codename’/alias of sorts in the form of “mercury” has been a part of his character basically since his creation

but when magni was originally created, he also was supposed to have a similar, sorta matching codename! originally they were mercury and magnesium, but obv one is much more catchy than the other

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yo ik camp nano is ages away yet but

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collab with sister to Finally really work on nephew wip - in graphic novel form!

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Fictober — Day One - ORIGINAL WORK

<< I thought I’d join this year to get me in the mood for daily writing. I’ll probably go in between fandom and original works. >>

Prompt— “it’s not too late, let’s go.”

TW: Character Death, mentions of blood, mentioned gore, decapitation

“It’s not too late,” a voice said behind him. Oliver turned to see Casper, standing over him. The look of panic that had crossed his face not but twenty minutes before remained, set in stone. Only this time there were splatters of blood covering the left side of his tanned face. “Let’s go. Please. We can get out of here. Winnie dragged Theo out, I saw them. We can get out too.” Casper’s words came out in a choked fashion, and Oliver’s mind was blank for only a few seconds before they registered.

Winnie and Theo. Only Winnie and Theo.

“Cas, you forgot Max and Isabel. Where are they?” Oliver asked. He tried to get to his feet, but swayed and would’ve fallen if Casper hadn’t grabbed him.

“Ollie…. You don’t remember?”

“Cas,” Oliver responded, his words shooting venom. Casper’s eyes were watery, shining with tears that had yet to fall. Oliver gripped Casper’s upper arms with a certain intensity. He needed what Casper was going to say to not be true. “Cas, where did they go? They got out. They got out, I need them to have gotten out.”

“Ollie, I--” Casper looked away, emotion taking over the panicked look on his face. “Ollie, please we need to get out of here.”

“No, no, no.” Oliver shook his head, mostly mumbling to himself. The library didn’t even look like a library anymore. The shelves and books were but piles of lumber and scattered scraps of paper. This had once been Oliver’s favorite place. He was standing where their tutoring sessions had once been-- three days a week which Oliver had originally been so distraught by the thought of. “Where are they?”

“Ollie, this isn’t my blood.” Casper’s words held a whole new meaning that Oliver didn’t want to figure out, but knew in an instant.

“No.” Oliver hadn’t meant for it to come out sounding as a strangled gasp, but it had. Max couldn’t be dead, he just couldn’t. Oliver shook his head and pushed himself from Casper’s grasp. He stumbled away as Casper tried to grab him again, crying out in a warning. Oliver didn’t care. He didn’t care if the Thing was still alive, if it was still lurking in the shadows of the broken library.

Oliver climbed through the piles of rubble. He’d never been the biggest fan of books, especially the ones he’d been forced to read in AP Lang and Lit. There were plenty of people who were enjoyers of the older fiction, who read them and defended them, but Oliver wasn’t one of them. However, seeing the distorted remainders of these books on the floor struck him in a painful way.

He scanned the area, looking for the pale freckled face of his best friend. Or a head covered in smooth black hair. Anything that would give him any indication of where his friend was.

Halfway across the space it dawned on him that he hadn’t just lost his friend, but Cas had lost his sister. His twin, no less.

He felt sick to his stomach. The same feeling that he’d gotten when he and Max had witnessed the police lifting Josh Hankin’s body from the depths of the quarry and when he’d seen Benny Harrison’s head fall from that washing machine in the Laundromat. It was a terrible feeling. He remembered Sammy Patterson telling him about that same feeling during their tutoring sessions the previous fall, when he’d discovered his own friend’s body.

It didn’t cross his mind, why Casper wasn’t following him.

Then he tripped, ripping his thoughts from his brain as he tumbled, floor bound.

He pushed himself up, and then froze, when his gaze met the deep brown eyes of his friend’s. Except this gaze was cold, empty. Lifeless.

It was then that Oliver went mute, screaming, crying out, but no sound was heard. It was like when he turned on the TV but kept it on mute, because all he wanted was something to have on in the background, but not a distraction.

He scrambled to his feet and ran to where his friend laid. Isabell was nowhere to be seen and a memory started to poke through from earlier in the day, one that he’d briefly forgotten after being knocked out a few minutes before. A cold breeze, a cloudless sky, an almost empty field, and a pile of forget-me-nots, enough to cover a body.

He shoved the thought from his mind as he collapsed next to Max, taking him up in his arms and sobbing as he clutched the body to his chest. He couldn’t remember crying this hard before. He doesn’t think he’d like to again. It was painful, if he was crying enough to not make any sound.

He didn’t like silence, but it engulfed him as he sat in the corner of the library, completely unaware of his surroundings.

He was crying so hard that the tears blurred his vision. So he shut his eyes.

Crying would be his downfall.

He died in the place that had once been his favorite, surrounded in silence, and clutching the body of his best friend.

He should’ve listened when Casper told him to leave.

These are my OCs in a story that I have like 25K words for so far, so I think fictober will help me write more of them (: