#klainetober 2022

[bitbybitwrites]

Tis the Spooky Season . . . (Klainetober 2022 fics)

Just re-sharing this old series of Klainetober fics I did with @madas-ahatters-world back in 2022 - back when I first started writing fan fic. There were a few more prompts for that year I had that I didn't finish . . I 'll get back to it eventually!

Haven't figured out if I'll have time to work @klainetober 's 2024 prompts, but if I can squeeze it in, I'll try!

Can't wait to read others fics and see their art this year!

[gleefulpoppet]

Now Complete

What started out as what I thought would be a 25k short story for Klainetober is now complete. There is the main story which is over 191k words, and the separate epilogue which is almost 21k.

A story of love and the magic of Octobers. A wild adventure through the future, the past, and the present as Kurt and Blaine discover that love transcends all forms and helps them gather their found family they were always meant to raise as their own. Fairy tales and legends are not quite what they seem in this epic journey.

You can find the series "The Found Oness" on AO3 [here].

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Ain't that the truth! Took me a year to actually write my 1st fic. 😅. I'm getting a little better with more practice. I got farther in with the Klainetober 2022 prompts and I definitely want to finish those eventually too.

​I didn't do the Klainetober last year but I did do the Klaine Word Scramble and that one also took a while. I do love all the creative challenges people come up with

[madas-ahatters-world]

Hi all!! A few days late, but alas! 

Here is day 6 - photograph, of the #31horrificdays October Writing Challenge featured on @klainetober .

In collaboration with my dear friend @bitbybitwrites . If you haven’t already, go check her out, she’s amazing.  And our Halloween Harvest series on AO3!

I wanted to try my hand at something a little more out of my comfort zone, a little more "creepy," but I think it may fall more into the category of suspenseful?? I don't know...either way, I had fun writing this. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: After traveling back to Ohio to participate in the dedication of the new Dalton marquee, Kurt wakes up to an empty home, no Burt, Carole, or Blaine in sight. When he starts receiving strange text messages during a freak thunderstorm, he quickly realizes that things may not be what they seem.

[bitbybitwrites]

I've recently discovered the @klainetober blog and am totally intrigued by these prompts.

So I've roped (hopefully she's not regretting it yet) a good friend into doing a series of shorts/drabbles with these for October.

I so love this month!

I'll post links to the stories here on this blog. They will be a nice mix of all sorts of stories (can't promise they will all be super creepy - but we'll try to have some of those in the mix, I'm sure).

But they all will be October-themed and, of course, feature our boys.

We'll try our best to get them posted on the appropriate days - but bear with us if we are a bit late for some.

Here we go! Happy October, folks!

31 Horrific Days v2 [October Writing Challenge]

Here is a Version 2 of the earlier October Writing Challenge, with one prompt per day for the month of October. This time around, the prompts are vague and open to a ton of interpretation, but could all be weaved into a horror (or horror-comedy) story. Drabble about your roleplay character(s), write a short story completely from your own head, or make a ficlet about characters you like! As with the last list, do not feel guilty if you skip days, but definitely consider using the tag #31horrificdays if you’d like others to see your work!

Poisoned

Cage

Insects

Buried 

Trees

Photographs

Trespassing

Basement

Eyes

Growling

Obsession

Passenger

Disgust

Omen

Bite

Paranoia

Scratching

Mask

Hovering

Silent

Secret

Hunger

Forgotten

Candlelight 

Whisper

Cold

Legend

Missing

Bleeding

Beast

Ritual

[kirakiwiwrites]

I Want Candy Kurt/Blaine and The New Directions

This is a drabble (how short does it have to be to be a Drabble? Asking for a friend) using all the words for the 2022 Klainetober challenge! (Side note: got confused, thought we were supposed to use all the words. Oops. Oh well.) This one was fun, inspired by the words and a little incident I experienced in real life ;) enjoy the silliness! No explicit sexual content, but some explicit language (Santana and Puck have filthy mouths) Also posted to our account (Kirakiwi) on A03 and FF.net. Much love - A and K

-3800 words in this… one shot? I dunno.

The car door slammed loudly, too loud and it caused Kurt to wince. He ducked a branch of the tree they had parked under hoping it would hide Blaine’s car from view. They stepped out into the moonlight. The chilly air blew some leaves past them as they clicked on their flashlights. Blaine joined his boyfriend and linked arms, head burrowing further into his old Dalton scarf he still wore occasionally. (When Kurt didn’t steal it, of course.) 

“This isn’t a good idea,” Kurt hissed as they picked their way over the pavement. 

Blaine bumped his hip with Kurt’s and flashed him a bright grin in the dark. “It’s fine! The salon has been empty for months.” His smile dimmed a little, but he recovered quickly. His happy-go-lucky attitude usually did since he was like a human golden retriever.

“It might belong to your family, but it’s still trespassing!” He looked around like he was expecting something to jump out and get him. 

It was Halloween night and it happened to fall on a Saturday this year, so the two had decided to watch scary movies all day and snack on candy. Now that the moon was high in the sky, Kurt was regretting every film they watched. He burrowed deeper into Blaine’s side as they went to the back door of the salon and Blaine unlocked it. He had given Rachel the other key that he had snuck from his father’s office where he kept them in his desk drawer until they could sell the place. 

The brunette diva had approached them at school a few weeks ago with Tina and Artie in tow and asked if they would be interested in a seance/magic ceremony. They had exchanged amused looks and asked her to repeat herself. Then Tina had jumped in and said they were handling everything, they just needed a place to hold it. Blaine had helpfully volunteered his late grandmother’s old hair salon that had been empty since her death. 

Dust lay thick on all the chairs and surfaces of the place causing Blaine to sneeze as they disturbed it. He glanced around fondly but sadly, memories of the place dancing in his eyes. Kurt leaned into him, aware how close he had been to the woman. Blaine kissed his cheek in return, having dated Kurt long enough to communicate without words. Something shuffled behind a broom closet door and the boys froze. They jumped when the door popped open and Brittany stumbled out, a mop clacking down loudly behind her on the tile. 

“Oh! Hey guys! Just had to use the bathroom really quick.” She smoothed some flyaway blonde hairs back into her ponytail.

Blaine frowned. “That’s not a bath—“

“Let’s just find the others,” Kurt interrupted. He knew from experience not to ask Brittany any question you weren’t prepared to hear a long and confusing story about. “Where’s Santana?”

She scrunched her nose in confusion. “I thought Santana was with you? She said she was.”

They shook their heads and she bit a fingernail. 

“Come on,” Kurt took her elbow and led her to the door. “Maybe she’s already with the others.”

They descended the stairs into the basement, Kurt squawking in dismay as he felt a cob web stick to his hair. It was completely dark and creepy and gross. Kurt swore he saw a mouse scurry across his path as they went down the narrow corridor and ended up in what used to the the store room. There was still an old barber chair in the corner along with some boxes and a dented fan. Several more flashlights illuminated the faces of the other New Directions as they idled around the room. 

Finn had been helping Rachel all day so he had just ridden with her. He was sitting on the shredded upholstery of the old chair and munching a bag of chips while talking to a unamused looking Puck. Mike was helping Tina spread out some sort of shimmery fabric in the middle of the floor that Rachel immediately set more candles around. There were candles everywhere, warming the chilly room. Sounds of disgust came from Mercedes who was wiping her hands on her pants as she complained about all the insects and the grime. Artie was wheeling around the room and Kurt overheard him tell Sam he was hoping one of the girls would get scared and cuddle with him. Sam just nodded, peering around the room like he was trying to see through the shadows. Quinn stood next to Mercedes, watching Rachel order everyone to the center of the room with barely disguised annoyance.

“Places everyone!” Rachel called as she clapped her hands. She took a seat on the edge of the fabric and placed a large black candle in front of her. She motioned they should follow her example and they did, some more hesitantly than others. 

Quinn huffed as she kneeled next to Artie. The boy looked thrilled at this development. “I just want everyone to know that this is technically against my religion, but in the interest of being open minded, I'm participating.” 

Rachel smiled mildly at her as she folded her hands into her lap. “Thank you, Quinn. Glad to have you here. Now, before we begin—“

“Hey, can we use this for our ritual?” Brittany asked as she held up something furry. It was a poisoned mouse, long dead and stiff that dangled pitifully from where she pinched its tail in between two fingers. “I found it in that bathroom upstairs.”

“Ewwww!” Rachel screamed along with pretty much everyone else. 

“Drop it!” Mercedes ordered and she did, tossing it away with a shrug. 

“Sorry.

Rachel rolled her shoulders. “Anyway, as I was saying. I would like for everyone to—“

“Wait!” Brittany interrupted again. 

Rachel sucked air in through her gritted teeth. “What is it now?”

“I swear, if you have any more dead rats I’m done,” Kurt warned. 

Brittany shook her head. “No, Santana isn’t here! We can’t start without her!”

“Well, where is she?” Mike asked. 

“She was supposed to come with Kurt and Blaine, but she’s not with them.”

Blaine and Kurt shared confused frowns. 

“We haven’t heard from her at all today,” Blaine said while Kurt nodded in agreement. 

Brittany chewed a fingernail again. “She’s missing!”

“If she wanted to come, she should have been on time,” Rachel said dismissively. “I sent the invitations out a week ago which she used to spit her gum into.” 

Brittany frowned down at her lap as Kurt patted her shoulder.

“Anyone else have something to say?” Rachel glared around the room. “Now, first I think we should thank Blaine for allowing us this space to have our ceremony.” 

Everyone clapped and Blaine held up a hand. “No problem.”

“Let’s begin,” Rachel intoned dramatically. 

Kurt tried not to roll his eyes. When he had asked her why she was doing this, she had told him she was practicing just in case she got a role playing a witch or a teenager at a sleepover in a horror movie. She was trying very hard though and she had done a lot of research, so he did have to give her that.

“Do you all have your photographs?” Rachel asked as she pulled a lighter out of her bag. 

Everyone retrieved their photos and set them in front of their laps, all of deceased family members they wished to contact. Kurt set the picture of his uncle down, the bald man smiling back up at him. He had considered his own mother, of course, but it felt wrong. Plus, she probably would just end up telling him not to contact the dead or something. So he went with his uncle who he suspected was closeted. He had always been kind to him and Kurt wanted to ask him if he was gay. 

Kurt noticed Blaine lay his photograph down lovingly, and swallowing hard at the face of his grandmother smiling up at him. It was the very same one who owned this shop. Kurt remembered the woman with fondness. She loved Blaine and all of her grandchildren deeply. She was always nice to him as well, giving him a little candy anytime he came to visit her with Blaine. She did that with all her grandchildren and it warmed her heart that she treated him the same. He squeezed Blaine’s hand, catching his eyes in the dark and returning the smile Blaine sent his way. 

Rachel cleared her throat to get all the group’s attention before lifting the lighter in the air slowly. “I will now light the candle!” She announced as if they couldn’t see the freaking lighter in her hand. Deliberately and slowly, Rachel lowered the lighter, flicking it on at the wick. She held the tiny flame to it… and nothing happened. 

She tried again… 

And again…

“Why won’t this work?” She grumbled as she shook the lighter and then tried again. 

“This is a bad omen,” Tina said gravely from beside the struggling girl. 

Sam fidgeted. “What? Why? Why won’t it light? That’s a bad omen? What does that mean? What Tina?”

Mercedes laid a calming hand on Sam’s shoulder and he put his head between his knees and started taking deep breaths. 

Tina tucked her dark hair behind her ear. “Well, the legend says that if the candle doesn’t light, the spirits do not wish to be contacted. We might have to wait for another night.”

All grew silent at this, the paranoia working them into unease. Everyone, that is, besides Rachel who was desperately trying to light the candle. 

“That’s nonsense, Tina. Come on you stupid thing!”

Finn scooted closer. “Want some help?”

“No! I can light a stupid candle!”

Kurt felt someone brushing against him and turned to see his boyfriend staring at him in an obvious attempt not to laugh. Kurt sucked in his lips so he didn’t laugh, but that made Blaine snort a little which caused some of the others to look at him. He coughed to cover it up and Kurt thought he looked adorable so he leaned in for a kiss. 

With a triumphant crow, Rachel finally got the candle lit and immediately lowered her voice to the theatrical register she had been using earlier. 

“Everyone, extinguish your flashlights. The spirits don’t like them. Good, now make sure you have joined hands with the people on either side of you.”

The candlelight casted a dull, creepy glow on them all, its cold flame not affording much light to the room. Kurt was wondering where Rachel got the lumpy thing when they all heard it. 

From the dark hallway, a scratching… 

“Maybe it’s a mouse?” Artie guessed hopefully. 

Then growling… 

“Not a mouse,” Mike squeaked. 

No one moved as two glowing eyes appeared in the dark, the growling becoming snarls. In the dim candlelight, a wolf’s head appeared, hovering in midair. It gazed at them all with teeth bared before snapping its jaws at them. 

At that point, everyone began to scream in terror, Puck and Sam jumping into Artie’s lap as he tried to wheel away. Rachel tried to climb up Finn as he scrambled away towards the wall. Tina and Mike clung to each other while Kurt and Blaine did the same. Quinn and Mercedes hid behind the old forgotten chair, both nearly in tears. 

“Who disturbs my rest?” The wolf asked in a deep and gravelly voice. “Who will ease the hunger in my belly?” It turned violently towards Sam, Puck, and Artie who screamed. “You?” Then it twisted to the couples huddled on the other side of the room. “Or you?”

Brittany stood from the circle, the only person not to move, and skipped towards the floating head. The others yelled for her to come back, but she ignored them.

“I will!” She raised her arm to the wolf who opened it’s jaws wide to bite her. 

“You are…” the beast growled. “The biggest bunch of pussies I’ve ever seen,” Santana’s voice finished as she pulled off the mask attached to a long black cloak that obscured the rest of her body. She kissed Brittany hard and then cackled until tears ran down her cheeks. “I wish you could have seen your faces! Oh wait, you can since Britt got it on video.” She kissed her girlfriend again, softer this time. “What a little actress you are. Thanks for keeping my secret, baby.” 

Brittany bowed as everyone began to come back to the circle, fuming at being had. Artie shoved Puck and Sam off his lap. Pretty much everyone else was annoyed except Mercedes who was laughing, her general response to be terrified as Kurt had discovered visiting a haunted house with her. “Oh my god, you got me good!” Still giggling, she got back into place by Kurt who was scowling at Santana. He checked Blaine who looked a bit embarrassed, but otherwise fine. 

“What the hell is wrong with you, Santana?” Rachel snapped as she righted a few candles that had been knocked over. 

Santana had stretched on the floor and laid her head in Brittany’s lap, getting comfy. “I wanted to play a prank and you little ninnies didn’t disappoint.”

Rolling her eyes, Rachel corralled everyone back together. “Okay, now who would like to begin the ritual?”

Everyone agreed, feeling a little less scared now. 

Rachel turned to Tina. “Everyone join hands as Tina leads us in the sacred chant.”

The girl grinned widely before meeting every single person’s eyes on the circle. 

“Souls beloved and long buried, memory kept in the cage of our hearts. 

Speak to the ones you once carried, let us no longer be apart.”

 They all chanted the rhyme several times, some more enthusiastic than others. Rachel threw something into the candle that made it flare up. All of the teens yelped or screamed. 

Rachel glanced around at the irritated faces sheepishly. “It’s just salt. I was trying to make this cooler.”

“It would be so much cooler to be somewhere having a party. Not in a disgusting basement.” Santana snarked as she inspected her nails. She hadn’t chanted. 

“Well let’s see how brave you are when we do the ritual and we see a ghost,” Finn said smugly. “Where’s your picture?” 

Santana laughed. “I didn’t bring one because this is all bullshit.” 

They protested, but Tina calmed them. “Ignore her. Let’s just try. Who wants to go first?” 

“I will,” Blaine said nervously, picking up his picture. He blinked rapidly at the smiling face of his grandmother. The two of them had been close and she had only died that spring. 

Kurt saw the way Blaine was trying to hold back tears and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Sweetie, you don’t have to. Someone else can go.”

“No,” he sniffed. “I want to.” He held out the photograph to Rachel and she took in with great ceremony. She laid it next to the candle, then nodded to Tina. Mike smiled at his girlfriend proudly as she led them all in the chant once again. 

Kurt held onto Blaine’s hand as they chanted, both of them squeezing their eyes tightly in concentration. 

Then… 

Nothing happened. 

Santana laughed loudly as they all looked around. “Told you it was all bullshit.”

“Hush, Santana.” Tina glared at her.  

“Yeah, it’s probably your fault,” Rachel said, crossing her arms. “You’re the unbeliever.”

“I don’t believe in this either,” Puck chimed in. “I’m a Jew so I don’t think I’m supposed to be doing this anyway.”

“Oh my god, stop making being a Jew your entire personality,” Mercedes said to him. “It’s getting annoying.”

“I don’t believe in this stuff either,” Quinn said, primly smoothing down her skirt and toying with the little golden cross at her throat. “But I was still chanting. I thought you just had to say the words, not believe them.”

“Did anyone actually mean the words?” Finn asked exasperation as he saw his girlfriend about to lose it.  

“I did!” Brittany said with her hand raised. 

“Me too,” Artie chimed in. 

“And me,” Mike said solemnly. 

“I didn’t,” Sam confessed. He licked his generous lips and rubbed a hand on his forearm. “I didn’t want to see a scary ghost. I watched The Sixth Sense and didn’t sleep for like three weeks. I’m sorry Blaine.” 

Blaine just looked at the photograph on the floor sadly and smiled at his friend. Kurt rubbed his back. “It’s okay. I didn’t actually think it would work. I just hoped…” he trailed off before sniffing the air. He frowned. 

“What?” Kurt asked.

“Obsession,” Blaine mumbled. 

“Pardon?” Kurt asked. 

Blaine turned to the others with wide eyes. “The perfume my grandmother wore! It was called Obsession! I would know it anywhere!”

“Okay, the hobbit has lost his damn min—“ Santana stopped as they all started to smell the scent Blaine was talking about. 

They all glanced around nervously, looking for the source of the smell. 

“Blaine…” A faint female voice whispered. 

“Gran— Grandmother?” Blaine whimpered.

“Santana, if you are screwing with us again, knock it off.” Kurt shot the Cheerio a dirty look. 

“Yeah, that’s not cool at all,” Sam chimed in, still looking around everywhere. 

Except Santana had gone pale, not really something she could fake and her head jerked back and forth as she shook it. “It’s not me. I swear!”

“Is anyone else doing that?” Rachel asked, a little harried. “Seriously, knock it off.”

“Blaine…” came the voice again, but louder.

The former Warbler turned to the others, his face going a little pale too. “It’s— it’s her! I’d know her voice anywhere!”

“Oh my god, oh my god! We did it!” Tina started saying, a little panicked, but overall excited.

Sam gnawed on his lip until it was bleeding, backing away until he tripped over the old fan. “Nope. No, absolutely not!”

A wind started then, swirling around them. 

“Fuck this!” Puck jumped up and ran for the entrance, only for a box to fly in his way. “We’re trapped!”

Everyone panicked then, running and screaming as they tried to escape the basement. They scurried around each other, tripping over candles. Lights flickered on in a dull florescent glow, lighting up all of their dirty, terrified faces. A woman stood in the doorway by the light switch, hands on her hips. 

“It’s the ghost!” Finn shrieked as he pointed at the figure. 

The figure stepped into the light and they all stilled. 

“Mom?” Blaine asked from the corner where he was huddled with Kurt. 

Pam Anderson eyed her son and then the others sternly, her mouth a thin line. “What in the world do you all think you’re doing down here? I thought someone was being murdered! I saw Blaine’s car and came looking for him.”

“We… we were trying to summon a ghost! Blaine’s grandmother!” Rachel volunteered before the others shushed her. 

The sternness faded into something softer as she looked back to her son. “Is this true?”

Blaine hung his head, nodding in shame. “It is. I just miss her.” 

Pam crossed the room and hugged Blaine, Kurt stepping back respectfully. “I know you miss her, but you don’t need to be down here. You could have gotten hurt.” She looked at the others. “Any of you.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“But, but, she did come back!” Sam’s eyes were wild. “We smelled the perfume! I didn’t imagine that!”

“And the wind!” Puck insisted. 

“And the voice!” Tina said. 

They all nodded vigorously. 

Mrs. Anderson pointed at a fan Sam must have accidentally turned on when he tripped. “Is that the wind?”

They all traded looks. 

“And I was calling for Blaine upstairs,” she continued. 

They all shuffled their feet. 

“But the perfume!” Artie said. 

Blaine turned his big eyes to his mother. “She wore Obsession! You know the… same… stuff you do…” He grinned at his friends. “Oops. Sorry, guys.

“Further embarrassed.” Sam threw his hands up.

“Okay, why don’t you put out these candles before the salon burns down and let’s get everyone home.” 

They all worked together, calm and chuckling at their own foolishness as they cleaned up the mess. Now that the lights were on, they could tell it was just an ordinary basement. It was a bit musty and dirty, but not scary. 

Mercedes wrinkled her nose at the floor. “I can’t believe we were all sitting on that.”

“Yes, these jeans are new.” Kurt shot Rachel a glare who took extra time putting her candle away so she didn’t have to meet his eyes. 

Later, after waving goodbye to their friends, Kurt got into the passenger seat of Blaine’s car so his boyfriend could take him home. Blaine sighed as he got in, staring unseeingly out the windshield. 

“That was silly of me, wasn’t it? I just got so excited for a minute, hoping to talk to her again.” He turned to Kurt, his eyes a little shiny. “Sorry you got all dirty and scared.”

Kurt cupped his boyfriend’s cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to his soft lips. “It’s not silly. You don’t know how many times I wished I could talk to my mom again. It’s hard when you’re close to someone.

Blaine nodded, leaning forward for another kiss from Kurt which he was readily given.

He sighed. “I guess I better get you home. Mom is probably waiting for me and I’m sure there will be a lecture.”

“I just hope she doesn’t call all of our parents,” Kurt muttered. He went to buckle his seat belt and felt something crinkle in his pocket. Curiously, Kurt fished the lump out and gaped at what was in his hand. “Blaine?”

His boyfriend turned to him and raised an eyebrow at the little candy in Kurt’s palm, wrapped in green foil. “What? Did you find that in here? It’s probably old.”

Kurt shook his head. “It was in my pocket.”

Blaine gave him that sweet smile of his when he didn’t understand, but he was trying to be nice. “Okay. Well, enjoy—“

“No, Blaine!” Kurt held the candy out to him, allowing Blaine to inspect it further. “This wasn’t in my pocket earlier!”

“Are you sure?” Blaine’s voice kicked up an octave in excitement. 

“Yeah, like I said, these jeans are brand new! I just bought them yesterday!”

They looked at each other, smiles growing on their faces. Maybe they had been visited after all…

[bitbybitwrites]

Flashback: Klainetober 2022 fics

Since we are back in October (and I'm feeling all sorts of nostalgic), I just wanted to reblog and share the old Klainetober 2022 fics that myself and my friend @madas-ahatters-world did last year.

We put them all together in a series called Halloween Harvest - Klainetober 2022. There were 31 prompts - and we do plan to get back to them, but here are the ones we did finish.

It was fun writing these. It was challenging to try to take a stab at horror writing, which isn't usually my thing. These fics were created last year when I first started writing fan fic - so its nice to look back on some old work and see how my style has developed in over a year.

If you haven't read any of these - enjoy!

The cover art for each story and individual story summaries are listed below the picture. (13 stories so far!)

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Day 1 Prompt - Poisoned

Nightshade by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

An unexpected route through the Dark Forest brings a young bard face-to-face with magic, mystery, and unforeseen consequences.

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Day 2 Prompt - Cage

Vervain by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

Torn between a life of solitude and imprisonment in the cursed forest and the freedom beckoning just outside its glades, a young man is finally forced to decide which path he chooses to take. But will his choice only bring him more death and heartache?

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Day 3 Prompt - Insects

You're Buggin' Me by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

On their way home from the pumpkin patch, Blaine takes a short cut that leads them to a sketchy motel in the middle of nowhere. In their attempt to make the best of things, they come across some unexpected visitors.

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Day 4 Prompt - Buried

Graveyard Shift by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

Blaine isn's sure what Kurt was thinking when he agreed to help out at their local cemetery.

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Day 5 Prompt - Trees

Feeding Time For Woodland Creatures by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

The world has turned upside down, and Kurt is in search of the one person who will help him make sense of it all. But while searching for Blaine in the forest, he learned that timing is everything when hungry creatures need to feed.  

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Day 6 prompt - Photograph

Until The Darkness Fades Away by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After traveling back to Ohio to participate in the dedication of the new Dalton marquee, Kurt wakes up to an empty home, no Burt, Carole, or Blaine in sight. When he starts receiving strange text messages during a freak thunderstorm, he quickly realizes that things may not be what they seem.

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Day 7 prompt- Trespassing

No Trespassing by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

Part 2 of Until the Darkness Fades Away After learning that things are, in fact, not quite what they seem, Kurt works relentlessly to find his way back to Blaine.

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Day 8 prompt - Basement

Come Into My Parlor by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

After an evening of clubbing, two men have a night neither will ever forget.

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Day 9 prompt - Eyes

Lavender by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

With Death looming all around them, two young men must learn to see what is right before their very eyes and listen to what lies within their own hearts.

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Day 10 prompt - Growl

What Lurks in the Dark by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After a night out with his work buddies, Blaine wakes up Halloween morning to some unexpected disturbances.

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Day 11 Prompt - Obsession

My Hands Are At Your Throat (I Think I Hate You) by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After finding out they need to fundraise for their trip to New York, the New Directions decide to hold a booth at the McKinley Annual Halloween Carnival. When an anonymous donor offers a hefty donation to the Glee Club, Kurt finds himself coming face-to-face with the last person he expected.

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Day 12 Prompt - Passenger

All Aboard by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

A trip from Paris to Prague on the Orient Express sets the scene for a meeting between a traveler and a mysterious passenger that catches his eye. Could romance bloom between them?

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NOTE: Day 13 prompt - (still to be written)

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Day 14 prompt - Omen

The Child by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

While out and about running errands, Kurt keeps running into a strange child everywhere he goes. He suspects something odd is at play, but Blaine thinks he's just being a bit paranoid.

[gleefulpoppet]

Chapter 41: The Truth Behind Us [3434 words] You can read it [here] on AO3. ===

“So you can never leave here if you want to remember who you are?”

A story of love and the magic of Octobers autumn.

Start at the beginning on AO3 [here]. This story is still being written "live" with a new chapter posted at least every other day.

[madas-ahatters-world]

Hi there! I know, I know, we're a bit behind, but @bitbybitwrites and I have vowed to finish this challenge no matter how long it takes us! And we thank you all for taking the time to read our stories.  We’ve been having a lot of fun writing for this challenge.

Shoutout to @klainetober on Tumblr for sharing this writing challenge. If you haven't already, check them out!

I wanted to try my hand at another spooky story. This one is inspired by true events, something spooky that happened to me at home. See the author's notes at the end for the backstory. Happy reading! Hope you all enjoy.

Cover Art - made my me

Disclaimer: I own nothing - except for what inspired the story ;)

Summary: After a night out with his work buddies, Blaine wakes up Halloween morning to some unexpected disturbances.

Written for the #31horrificdays October Writing Challenge

Day 10 - Growling

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Inspiration/ Notes for Nightshade (Fan Fic)

For any readers that are interested, some notes about my story, Nightshade.

The story and ongoing series can be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3164844

More under the cut.

1.) I had wanted somehow to incorporate both the songs Blackbird and Teenage Dream into this AU, but of course the modern songs would not fit the fantasy setting. So instead I cobbled the song both boys sing from 3 separate ballads. Links below.

Song – A Young Man’s Dream ( alternate for Teenage Dream) http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk-song-lyrics/Young_Mans_Dream.htm

Song - The Blackbird https://tunearch.org/wiki/Annotation:Blackbird_(1)_(The)

Song – The Royal Blackbird https://tunearch.org/wiki/Annotation:Blackbird_(3)

2.) The title of the story refers to the plant Deadly Nightshade/ Belladonna - which is a plant that was used as a poison:

3.) Silver in witchcraft.

Silver reputedly possesses protective powers against negative influences and evil spirits and has been used since ancient times for Amulets.

https://occult-world.com/silver-witchcraft/

4.) Iron in protecting from magic

“"Cold iron" is historically believed to repel, contain, or harm ghosts, fairies, witches, and other malevolent supernatural creatures.”

“Iron is protective. Along with silver and a few other little bits and bobs, negative spirits and fae folk cannot touch iron lest it burn them and cause them pain. Additionally, negative magicks targeted at someone wearing an iron pendant will be attracted into the pendant and then dispelled. This makes it an ideal protective charm for everyday carry or everyday wear."

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Chapter 45: Adlamtas and Merciety Lagoon [5971 words] You can read it [here] on AO3. ===

“Kurt?” He walks around the front of him, sees his face, and then gasps. “You didn’t!”

“Oh, but I did!”

A story of love and the magic of Octobers autumn.

Start at the beginning on AO3 [here]. This story is still being written "live" with a new chapter posted at least every other day.

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Hi all! Here is day 7 - trespassing, also Part 2 of my Until The Darkness Fades Away Series. I highly encourage you to read the first part before this story as it picks up right where it leaves off.

Written for the #31horrificdays October Writing Challenge featured on @klainetober

Thank you to my dear friends @bitbybitwrites and @marciachapter2 for letting me pick your brains ❤️ I had fun writing this. The story kind of ran away from me, but I'm happy with the outcome. Enjoy!

Cover Art made by me 🙂

Summary: After learning that things are, in fact, not quite what they seem, Kurt works relentlessly to find his way back to Blaine.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Chapter 57: Sleeping Beauties [3712 words] You can read it [here] on AO3. ===

“Nice, Robear. Way to really captivate our audience and have them on the edge of their seats waiting for more. You didn’t even throw a ‘That’s why we’re so pretty’ line in there or use this opportunity to call yourself Sleeping Beauty?”

A story of love and the magic of discovering who you really are.

Start at the beginning on AO3 [here]. This story is still being written "live" with a new chapter posted at least every other day.

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Chapter 46: Mariposa Flutter [3106 words] This story is now over 100k! You can read it [here] on AO3. ===

“Are you asking if I want to pull a huge sword out of your magical bag?” Blaine asks teasingly, making as sexy a face as he can manage while also trying not to laugh. 

A story of love and the magic of Octobers autumn.

Start at the beginning on AO3 [here]. This story is still being written "live" with a new chapter posted at least every other day.

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Chapter 53: Born of Magic—In the Ashes [3062 words] You can read it [here] on AO3. ===

“It is true that dark is the hour we live in. And it’s alright to be scared sometimes. But we must remember that there is always hope. There is always more love and light in the world if we look for it.”

A story of love and the magic of discovering who you really are.

Start at the beginning on AO3 [here]. This story is still being written "live" with a new chapter posted at least every other day.

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Chapter 49: An Ancient Mystery [2368 words] There are a lot of art pieces in this chapter! You can read it [here] on AO3. ===

Blaine laughs as he starts to do a ridiculous jig while he sings, remembering the first time they practiced this number, Kurt said, “I don’t know! Just dance like your pants are on fire!”

A story of love and the magic of discovering who you really are.

Start at the beginning on AO3 [here]. This story is still being written "live" with a new chapter posted at least every other day.