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paradoxical-scribbler · 2 years

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FICTOBER WRITING CHALLENGE

i've seen quite a lot of october prompt lists so i decided to make one of my own..:)

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“Trick” *cocks gun and aims* “or Treat.”

“Is that supposed to be a costume?”

“Once upon a time...” / “Legend says that...”

“Our family has a Halloween tradition where we...”

“Three candies for a prophecy. Five for fortune telling. And thirteen for a soul call.”

“Do I frighten you?”

“You truly believe that your pet crow is the lost prince of some fallen empire?”

“I have the worst superpower a superhero could ask for!”

“You don't need to ensorcell me. I'm already head over heels for you.”

“I'm the kind of beast that cannot be slayed.”

“Not enough humans dress-up as Werewolves and thats a crime!”

“Angels aren't supposed to be mean!” “And Devils aren't supposed to be crybabies.”

“You're the Sally to my Jack Skellington.”

“What part of "do not resurrect the dead" do you not understand?!”

“Time for a late night adventure!”

“First time being cursed?”

“Ready to sell your soul?”

“I've got nine lives. And I devote them all to you.”

“Forgive me. Feelings aren't programmed into my system.”

“Thanks to you ghosts lurking all night, my entire sleep schedule is fucked.”

“Don't venture into the woods at dawn.”

“That monster inside, is the only good part of you.”

“I'd rather swallow a thousand silver bullets.”

“Iron doesn't burn as much as your betrayal.”

“No quantity of holy water can rectify your soul.”

“So you're saying a mortal coerced you into drinking their blood?”

“Go on. Suck my blood! Kill me for all I care!”

“First I'll serenade you with my voice, then I'll strangle you with my tail.”

“We undead are a very civilized community.”

“May our bond be like that of Gomez and Morticia Addams— passionate, timeless and unwavering.”

“Happy Halloween!”

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melodylnoelle · 2 years

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Challenge Accepted

For @paradoxical-scribbler‘s Fictober Writing Challenge

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Loki and gn!reader Challenge Day Number: 6 Prompt: “Do I frighten you?” Warnings/Notes: None Summary: Loki makes a game out of trying to scare the gn!reader Word Count: 961 Author’s Notes: Back to fics on this one! And now that I am caught up on writing challenges, there should only be one a day. Please enjoy :) Masterlist

You moved your way through the shared living space to the kitchen. It had been a long day of setting up decorations. You figured with everything else going on, you might be the only one who cared about setting up for Halloween, but your mind was racing, and anything about the holiday always put you more at ease.

That was probably counter-intuitive now that you thought about it.

You had been at it for hours so far, and decided it was as good a time as any to break for one of your favorite treats – cider mill doughnuts and hot apple cider. You put some of the cider in a pot with some cinnamon sticks and watched it impatiently as it warmed.

You let your mind wander as you waited, thinking about what you wanted to dress up as for Tony’s Halloween party he was throwing in the penthouse the day of Halloween. There were a few different things that came to mind – something more typical, like a vampire or a magician. You might get a chuckle out of Thor or Loki if you dressed up as a Viking, but that might take a lot of work…

Your thoughts were interrupted by a pair of hands coming down on your shoulder.

You started, turning around to see the person behind you.

“Oh dear. Do I frighten you?” Loki’s smile was full of mischief. He had backed up, hands held up near his shoulders.

“No,” you said, straightening your shoulders. “I just didn’t know that anyone else was up here.”

Loki lowered his hands, still grinning. “I didn’t realize you were so easy to startle.”

“You just caught me off-guard once, that’s all.” You turned back to your cider, which had started to bubble just enough in the pot. “It won’t happen again, I can guarantee that.”

“Is that a challenge?”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Just a statement of fact.”

“Sounded like a challenge to me. Oh, I like this.” He rubbed his hands together in front of him.

“If it is a challenge-“ you poured the contents of the pot into a mug, and turned around with it in hand- “then what’s in it for me when you fail to startle me again?”

Loki considered that a moment. “How about the winner gets to pick the loser’s costume for Halloween?”

You nod. “Sure. But congratulations, you’ve just set yourself up for failure, disappointment, and my amusement.” You took a sip of your drink, staring at him over the rim, before you grabbed a doughnut from behind you and walked past him out of the room.

Over the next few days, Loki tried endlessly to startle you again. When you got coffee at one of the coffee bars at the bottom of the tower, he jumped out from behind it. While you were decorating the penthouse for the upcoming party, he turned into a snake and came out of one of the decorations. The best one was that mid-conversation with him, he shifted to have a wolf’s head. Nothing he did hard startled you since you saw it all coming. By the time Halloween morning came along, he finally had to admit defeat to you.

“So. What have you concocted as the Halloween costume I must wear?” He asked, shaking his head. “Bilgeschnip?” He jested. “Or a werewolf, perhaps, since I attempted to scare you as one?”

“Nope.” You mirrored his normally mischievous grin. “I have something… simpler in mind. Much, much simpler.”

He raised his eyebrow at you when you handed him a bag and told him to go into the bathroom and change.

He came out fuming. “I cannot possibly go out looking like this.”

“You lost a bet. You deal with the consequences.”

“I did not expect you to make me dress like Thor. And a cheap version at that.”

It was a cheap version. He had a very fake-looking blonde wig that you had tied a few braids into. The armor was a spandex t-shirt with the design printed on it, with a cape that was safety-pinned to the shoulders and not nearly long enough. The hammer was made of Styrofoam, and the only pants you had provided were black leggings. He did get to keep his own boots, though, since you had no idea what size to get for him on those.

“If you want me to dress as my brother, at least allow me to look like a better version of him.” Without even a wave of his hand, seidr poured over him. When it faded, he was dressed in full armor, appeared taller, and had a very-convincing-looking Mjolnir at his side.

You held up a hand before he could speak. “No, no, no. I get to pick the costume. You don’t get to cheat by making an illusion of a costume.”

“Well that hardly seems fair. Especially since your costume looks so nice.”

You glanced over at the mirror to admire your work. You had thrown together a really nice version of one of Loki’s outfits, complete even with a nice-looking wig and green cape. It was a great juxtaposition from his outfit, which you found amusing. Still, you put your foot down. “I wouldn’t be able to do it if you had won, that means you can’t.”

Loki thought for a moment, trying to see away out of it. “Fine.” He let the seidr move over him again, bringing back the costume that you had bought him.

“Oh, stop your pouting,” you teased. “It’s just for one day. Then you can go back to looking like your perfect self.”

He chuckled. “While I appreciate the compliment, I do not truly believe that I will be able to live this one down.”

#fictober writing challenge #writing #writerblr #mcu #loki

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reidsaurora · 6 months

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡

'Bout time I posted some more fun stuff for you lovely people 😉

No but in all seriousness, I have been severely lacking when it comes to posting content for you guys so to make up for my behavior, I have put together a little compilation of festive fics for you guys to enjoy!

As always, this is not limited to this account. There will be more fics over on @honeysuckleharringtons and @hornyhornyhimbos (MDNI!!) if those blogs interest you!

▪︎ October 25th:

Spencer Reid 🔮 That Doesn't Belong in a Pie

In which Reader and Muse take a trip to the apple orchard and later make the first apple pie of the season.

▪︎ October 27th:

Aaron Hotchner 🔮 Dear Reader

In which Reader takes Muse birthday shopping at their favorite place in the world.

▪︎ October 30th:

Luke Alvez 🔮 Singin' In The Rain

In which Reader and Muse enjoy the last rainfall before winter by playing and dancing together in the rain.

▪︎ October 31st:

Derek Morgan 🔮 Sappy Stories to Tell in the Dark

In which Reader and Muse get stuck in the haunted carnival ride together, and the night ends much differently than they'd planned.

auroras! feel free to spread the word for me!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @reidsbookclub @sadgirlml @reidselle @rupsmorge @broken-stardust @ssahotchnerr @samuel-de-champagne-problems @lukeclvez @letarasstuff @nomajdetective @gold-onthe-inside @milla984 @gay-prentiss @foxy-eva

celebration post art: me!

halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics

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sun-kissed-star · 7 months

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obsessed with how hard ao3 goes every october. constant updates from authors, everyone and their cousin is doing a daily writing prompt challenge. god is real and he exists inside my ao3 browser during the month of october

#ao3 #whumptober #fictober #october writing challenge

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honeysuckleharringtons · 6 months

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡

Very long time no see, my friends. I went through a phase where writing absolutely sucked and I just could not come up with any ST fics but!!! I am here to change that now 😌

In honor of everyone's (yes, everyone's) favorite holiday, I have put together a compilation of Halloween-themed fics for all of you lovely people to enjoy!

As always, this will not be limited to just one of my blogs! There will of course be fics posted over on @reidsaurora and @hornyhornyhimbos (MDNI!!) if those also pique your interest.

▪︎ October 25th:

Billy Hargrove 🦇 Tossing Me the Car Keys

In which Reader and Muse go for a little late-night drive, Muse having a somewhat hidden motive behind the activity.

▪︎ October 26th:

Steve Harrington 🦇 Spill Your (Pumpkin) Guts

In which Reader and Muse have a little competition to see who can carve the better pumpkin.

▪︎ October 28th:

Jonathan Byers 🦇 The Perfect Canvas

In which Reader uses Muse to practice their Halloween costume makeup.

▪︎ October 31st:

Eddie Munson 🦇 Black Cats Need Candy Too

In which Reader and Muse receive an unexpected trick-or-treater at their door.

mutuals! feel free to spread the word if you'd like!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @writer-in-theory @rupsmorge @serenity-lattes @stevesmunsons @appocalipse @reputationmunson @battymunson @sadgirlml @gay-prentiss

celebration post art: me!

halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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October 26th

Cuddles

Ah...@mismaeve, here we have my own - very tame - version of Thranduil.

He's a favourite with anon requesters and so, I thought I'd include him in the line-up.

Lots of love from me...

Words: 452

Warnings: innuendo

“Oh great Elvenking,” you sniggered, “mighty scion of the noble blood of the ancient Sindar.”

Thranduil groaned loudly from under the covers.

“Venerated king of the Silvan Elves,” you went on, choking with laughter, “ruler of the beautiful Woodland Realm, what wouldst thou ask of me?”

Leaning against the sturdy door you had just opened to exit his bedchamber, you watched his lean, powerful form unfold like a late-blooming blossom amidst the pristine sheets woven of a thread so soft it had felt like the river’s water beneath your heated skin.

“Come back to bed,” he demanded in a booming, authoritative voice that left you entirely unfazed for you had known him for too long to be deceived by the regal airs he liked to swathe himself in as if to disguise his tender heart.

“To what purpose, my liege?” you teased mercilessly.

“Enough!” he roared, flopping back onto his strong back and extending both arms in a wordless plea.

What choice did you have?

Slamming the door shut again, you returned to the oasis of calm and safety and fell into his embrace as into a ravine of pure delight.

“Doth His Majesty yearn for sweet blandishments?” you asked softly, trailing your fingers lightly along the expanse of the dimly glistening skin stretching enchantingly over his sharp clavicles.

“I requisition generous cuddles,” he acquiesced in a dignified tone that belied the frivolity of his order, “by royal decree!”

Only too happy to oblige, you slipped your arms around his elegant body and pulled him closer to you and pressed eager kisses onto every patch of silken skin you could reach without letting go of him; finally, the tension, that was so much a part of him that it was inscribed into his very muscles, started to drain away under the fluttering caresses of your fingers wandering over his back and of your lips worshipping his form relentlessly.

A happy hum resounded as he slung his long legs around you as if to cage you, engulfing your cool body in the welcome warmth of his own, and tilted your head up by a gentle tap against your chin to capture your roving mouth in a passionate kiss.

“A gracious and generous king indeed,” you panted; your voice was laced with sunlight and indescribable bliss painted every word a different hue of the rainbow of your love.

“Indeed,” he agreed as he rolled you around to firmly pin you against the soft mattress. “And I shall have need of you for the rest of the morn. Deny not your ruler!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Sire,” you giggled and let him exert his royal prerogatives over your body and soul only too gladly.

@fellowshipofthefics It's almost the end. We're almost through...

Lots of love from me, I hope you still enjoy those...

-> Masterlist

#fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #fotfics October challenge #fotfics fictober #ficlet run #1 scene per day #a different pairing every day #Hobbit #LOTR #Thranduil #Thranduil x reader #fluff #cuddles #early mornings #kingship #Might have been an authority kink thing #but it's not #yet

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 6 months

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October, Wrapped

I don't want this to sound like bragging, but I am so proud of myself today. This was the first year I was able to participate in fandom writing challenges and I did it. I finished my goals.

During October, I :

Wrote 30 Stargate SG-1 stories, using 32 prompts from Flufftober.

Wrote 3 Sanctuary stories using 3 prompts from Whumptober

Wrote 2 Sanctuary stories for my own challenge.

Started a Sanctuary story for Fictober, intending to encompass all the prompts.

My total word count this month amounted to: 53, 830

I am in shock that I managed to do all of this and am feeling so much better about my writing as a whole being able to finish a goal within deadlines for once.

#my writing #writing challenges #stargate sg1 #sanctuary #flufftober 2023 #whumptober 2023 #fictober 2023

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loverofbumblebees · 8 months

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I couldn’t find a list of prompts that I liked for Fictober so I made one! It’s FNAF themed, but anyone is welcome to participate if you want!

I’ll be writing fics but artists can make art based on the prompts as well if you’d like! (The more the merrier I say).

*The “protection” prompt is on there twice, so you’re welcome to make one or the other a free space or give a different spin on each one.

**For any FNAF characters/FNAF OC’s you’d like to write/make art for— I kept the prompts semi vague on purpose.

***Please feel free to tag me if you do any of the prompts, I’d love to see it!

****I’ll be tagging it as FNAF Fictober on my blog just to keep it easy to find, and keep it a bit separate from some other FNAFtober prompt lists I’ve seen.

Have fun everyone!

#FNAF fictober #FNAF #FNAFtober #October writing challenge #yeah it’s like a month early but I like being prepared 😭#yes I did line up days 26-30 on purpose #I have plans I cannot share right now

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acciokaidanalenko · 7 months

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Fictober 2023: Day 1

Prompt: "It's not too late, let's go." Fandom: Mass Effect Relationship: Commander Lieutenant Natasha Shepard & David Anderson Rating: Mature (because Natasha has a potty mouth apparently 🙈😅) Warnings: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hangover, PTSD, Grieving Summary: Anderson approaches a reluctant and hostile Shepard in hopes of convincing her to come back to the Alliance after the Skyllian Blitz.

AO3 link: here. Preview below the cut.

"I have a proposition for you. Something you might find... interesting."

"If I let you tell me what it is, will you leave immediately after?" she asked sharply, trying to hide her growing curiosity.

"I've recommended you for N-school. You should be receiving the official invitation within the next few days. You'll have to complete your therapy, of course. But if you accept, we'll send you to the Villa in Rio for training. It won't be easy, and it'll be dangerous. If you finish the program you'll not only be part of the most elite group in the Alliance, you'll also be assigned to top covert missions throughout the galaxy," he explained in a business-like tone. Natasha met his gaze and slowly nodded her head, ignoring the wave of nausea the motion brought on.

"It's because of Elysium, right? My heroic triumph over the Batarians?"

Anderson nodded his head solemnly.

"I'm not the same soldier that held them off. It's been almost a year, Anderson. I'm not cut out for it."

"The way I see it is you've got two options here. You can choose to stay here and wallow in your grief and self-destructive behaviors. Or, you can get up, dust yourself off, and make Arthur's sacrifice mean something. You could do great things, Natasha. I've known that since I met you when you were just three years old." His tone was nostalgic, and calming. He always had a knack for knowing just the right things to say. "It's not too late. You can go on living."

#fictober #fictober23 #fictober event #writing prompts #prompt challenge #mass effect #commander shepard #commander natasha shepard #david anderson #dadmiral anderson #he means well #pre-canon #mass effect fanfic #britt writes #ao3 fanfic #shepard & anderson #day 1 #only a day late #i was busy playing cyberpunk yesterday oops

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tinknevertalks · 10 months

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And now for something completely different.

In The Nice Part of Town, chapter 38. It's Halloween and both Helen and Nikola are off to a party. :D

#sanctuary #fictober22 #07 #i know things aren't being reblogged by the fictober peeps this late after the challenge hence no header #trigger warnings in the author's notes as per usual #teslen #helen magnus #nikola tesla #helen magnus/nikola tesla #roommates au #they were roommates #rachel writes fic #i made this #i wrote this #now imma find lunch

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lilartifex · 7 months

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Ink and Fictober 2023 Day #5: "You're the smartest person I know."

Inktober Prompt #5: Map

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Fandom: Harry Potter/Wizarding World

Character/s: Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter, Gibbon Tadpol (OC)

Additional Tags: Wizarding World, OC Wizard, The Wizard is like the IT Guy, Based on another DISAPPARATED TUMBLR POST :')

Summary: Apparently, young Wizards and Witches these days have no respect for their property. This is where Gibbon Tadpol, a 'Wandie' (although he prefers ‘Paraprofessional of Wandlore and Wandcraft') comes in. He deals with all the students' broken broomsticks, faulty Rememberalls and abused wands and he is sick of it. And then one day three students turn up in a panic because their special map isn't working.

Quick Note: I have not picked up one of the original books for about six years and watched one of the films in about eight. This fic was written completely from memory and various Harry Potter Wiki pages.Please let me know if I've gotten something wrong! :D Also, this was based on a Tumblr post too. I don't know where it is and if anyone happens to find it, I will be forever grateful.

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It was difficult being the Wandie at Hogwarts.

And not just because of the ludicrous nickname they gave his profession. Gibbon Tadpol was the ‘Paraprofessional of Wandlore and Wandcraft’ at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry thank you very much, and it was a title he held with the utmost regard.

He didn’t care if the students and professors often likened him to the Matron, or Groundskeeper or Librarian. He had far more qualifications than any of them (except perhaps Madame Pomfrey) and could just as easily have been a Wandkeeper at Ollivanders or a Head of Department for Magical Items, but no.

He was stuck here. Dealing with children’s mistreated wands and abused Broomsticks.

And all because it had been advised that Hogwarts invested in an ‘expert on magical item maintenance’ after one too many parents complained that their child’s wand or broom had stopped working correctly. Apparently, they’d agreed that Hogwarts needed someone on-site to fix their issues right away. Enter Tadpol.

“My Thunderbolt XII won’t lift off the ground!”

Tadpol sighed as the student, a Third Year, slammed her broomstick on his desk with a huff. His little figures of the Chuddley Cannons Quidditch team (which usually waved their brooms around and wobbled their oversized heads when he spoke), rattled on their bases and glared at her.

Children these days, thought Tadpol, had absolutely no regard for their property and expected all magical things, especially broomsticks, to work to perfection all the time. It wasn’t the same as in Tadpol’s day, when kids had Nimbus 2001s or first-model Firebolts and knew how to look after them.

He didn’t even need to examine this one closely to figure out what was wrong. There was a clear fracture running right through the centre of the handle, and Tadpol had a sneaking suspicion that the student had broken it and then tried to repair it with a clumsy spell. It might have worked, had this been an old model like the Cleansweep, but brooms nowadays were just far too complicated for a single Reparo spell.

And especially not one done by an insufferable, inexperienced Third Year.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to take it apart and rearrange the internal damage,” he told the student tiredly. “Perhaps even order a new core.”

The student stared at him. “Can’t - can’t you just fix it?”

Tadpol glared at her. “That’s what I am going to do, yes,” he said with carefully practised patience, “But it may take some time. I do have a line-up already.” He gestured towards an umbrella stand by this desk, which was filled with broken, battered brooms. A couple had magical chains wrapped around their handles to prevent them from flying around the room.

“Well,” said the student bossily, “I need mine today for Quidditch practice. I’m the Ravenclaw Keeper, you know.”

“I understand that,” said Tadpol slowly, “But I cannot give you special treatment because you happen to be on the Quidditch team. Even if I were to begin repairing it now, it could take a long while before the broom trusts you again.” That was another mistake, he silently added to himself. Semi-sentient brooms. They were absolute buggers when you tried to repair them. The student went red. “W-Well,” she stammered shrilly, “I need it fixed today!”

Tadpol closed his eyes. He counted to three. Then he opened them and gave the student a well-versed smile.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said with a false brightness. “I will send a note to your Dormitory when it’s ready.”

She huffed again. “Good.” She turned on her heel and stalked out, leaving Tadpol with a battered Thunderbolt XII and a steadily growing headache. As he picked it up and discarded it in the bin with the others, Tadpol realised that he’d forgotten to record the student’s name.

“Accio,” he said tiredly and a coffee mug drifted into his waiting hand. It turned out to be empty.

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That was pretty much how Tadpol’s days went.

Can you repair this for me, please?

“Have you tried using Reparo?”

My Rememberall’s been red for days, I think it’s broken…

“Your tie is undone every time I see you.”

I’m afraid our Probity Probe is having a few issues, Mr Tadpol.

“Have you tried updating the Probity Charms, Professor?”

My broom’s going so slow, I think someone’s tampered with it!

“You’ve tried to cast an Acceleration Charm seventeen times when it wasn’t even in flight! You’ve clogged up it’s memory!”

And to make it worse, he was perhaps the most underappreciated staff member in the school. Oh sure, all the Professors liked him, but that was because he could fix all the new-fangled gadgets that the Ministry had decided had to be mandatory now in Witchcraft education.

He knew most of them could figure it out on their own - they were Professors after all - but it was just easier to send the items to him. And they could get rid of their worst students for half an hour while they waited for him to repair it.

And don’t even get him started on the students.

Tadpol yelped as the Sneakoscope he was currently working on spurted green sparks, almost singeing his fingers. The figurines on his desk grinned with silent amusement.

A paper crane swooped in through his open door and he only just managed to catch it before it plummeted into his little boiler-shaped fireplace. It unfolded in his hands and he suppressed a groan as he read it.

Apparently, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was having some trouble with its Foe-Glass. Tadpol crumbled the paper, threw it into the fireplace and swept out of his office.

He’d told the Professor that she’d need to wipe the dust off of them only yesterday.

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Tadpol’s door slammed open with a bang. He jumped then cursed (not literally) as the Pheonix feathers he’d been trying to delicately insert back into a student’s broken wand blew out of his hands with the sudden gust.

He snapped.

“I’ve had quite enough of this!” Tadpol roared, slamming his hands on his desk in a fury. “If it’s cracked, use Reparo, if it’s out of focus, give it a dust and if it’s that cursed Remberball, Finwick, then that tie had better be done up properly-”

He stopped. Standing in the doorway, their eyes wide, were the last three students he had expected. Albus and Lily Potter and Scorpious Malfoy were staring at him as if he’d grown three heads and turned into a Threshal. Clasped in Albus’ hands was a crumpled old piece of parchment, which looked far too old and stained to be his Charms homework.

Slowly, Tadpol sank back into his chair. He cleared his throat.

“Ah, my apologies,” he began awkwardly. “I’m afraid you may have caught me at a bad time.” He suddenly remembered the Pheonix feathers, which were now scattered on the floor by his feet. He beckoned the students to come in as he hastily accioed the offending feathers into his hand.

“W-We have a problem, Professor Tadpol,” Lily began, shifting her feet nervously.

Tadpol relaxed marginally. He quite liked the Potters and the Malfoy boy, although that didn’t really have anything to do with the whole ‘saving the Wizarding World’ bit. Ever since he’d been instated as the ‘Wandie’, the Potter children had always called him Professor. And, well, he wasn’t going to be the one to correct them.

“What can I help you with?”

Without a word, Albus placed the parchment on his desk and gingerly rolled it out to its full length. It was blank. Tadpol stared at them for a moment, more than a little confused, until his brain kicked back into gear. Large, old parchment that seemed blank. Three guilty-looking students. In his office for Magical Items Maintenance.

He shot to his feet with a cry. “You - is this -?”

“We mayyyy be in a bit of trouble,” Albus admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“Um, understatement of the century, much?” Scorpius fired back, looking slightly panicked.

“How - how did you even get this?” Tadpol demanded, examining the map desperately for damage. Because that’s what this blank parchment was. A map. A very, very, very important map.

“We just wanted a look!” Lily cried. “And it was made by our grandfather and given to the school by our father, so we should be entitled to a peek! But, uh…”

“It’s not working,” explained Albus anxiously. “The magical words you’re supposed to say to make everything appear. They aren’t working. The map’s just… blank.”

“We tried everything!” Scorpius added. “Charms, Enchantments, saying the words this way and that way, with a falsetto and a baritone-”

Tadpol stopped listening. He was too busy taking in this chance. HIS chance. A chance to do something more than sit in an office working with stupid students and condescending Professors all day. If there was something wrong, seriously wrong, with the Maurader’s Map and he was the one to fix it, well, he could be up for a promotion! A commendation! Maybe the Headmaster would say something like ‘Wow Gibbon Tadpol, you are the smartest person I know!’ and let him move out of this tiny little space into an actual office, with room for all his figurines and moving posters and-

“-So we tried, over and over again, ‘I solemnly swear I’m up to no good!’ and it just won’t WORK-”

Tadpol stopped. The parchment drooped in his hands and his heart slowed down a bit as he processed what Scorpius had just said. No. Surely not. Surely, he’d heard the boy wrong.

He had to check. “What did you say?”

Scorpius looked taken aback. “I-I said, ‘it just won’t work-’”

“No, before that. What words were you using to activate the map?”

“Uh… I solemnly swear I’m up to no good?”

Tadpol’s excitement tapered off and he felt his spirits sink. That chance slipped out of his reach like water through his fingers. And he thought he’d gotten a break.

“Young Malfoy,” he said, returning to his well-practised, patient, Wandie manner. “The incarnation is not ‘I’m’. It’s ‘I am’.”

The students’ mouths fell open.

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melodylnoelle · 2 years

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Be Careful What You Ask For

For @paradoxical-scribbler‘s Fictober Writing Challenge

Fandom: None Characters: Cassine, Kayla, and Kaleb Holloworth and Holly Berrycloth Challenge Day Number: 5 Prompt: “Three candies for a prophecy. Five for fortune telling. Thirteen for a soul call.” Warnings/Notes: Kidnapping of children, fae, use of magic Summary: Kayla and Kaleb try to do a spell, but the results are not as intended. Word Count: 1381 Author’s Notes: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS ON THIS ONE BEFORE PROCEEDING! I decided to tie this one back to the writing that I did for Day 3 of this writing challenge. I wasn’t sure I was going to post it, but... here we are. If you do choose to read this, please enjoy Masterlist

Kayla and Kaleb were so proud of themselves, having found Elizabeth’s Grimoire and pouring over as much of the pages that they could understand. They had found a page with a fun little rhyme, and they wanted to show their mom and Auntie Holly that they could be trusted with learning magic now.

The two gathered the supplies that the page mentioned – black and gold candles from their Aunt’s stash, mint taken fresh from the garden, basil from the kitchen cabinet, and a bunch of flowers they picked outside, and of course, some of the candy that they got from trick-or-treating earlier in the night. They brought them all to the edge of the trees that lined Holly’s backyard.

“What do we do first?” Kaleb asked, looking to his sister with his arms full of flowers.

“I think first we have to make a circle with the flowers,” she said as she tried to remember the book pages in her mind.

“Okay.” He stuck his tongue out of his mouth as he focused, trying to line them up as much as possible.

Kayla trailed along behind him, placing the candles in the star shape that she remembered from the picture. She had one extra black candle than gold, so she started with that, alternating them because she thought it looked pretty. She remembered it said that a black one needed to be in the north, but she settled for having it be the top point of the star, not sure which way was north. She also gathered some extra flowers to make the lines of the star in the center.

“Okay, that’s all of them.” Kaleb took a moment to smile down at his work. “What now?”

“Here-“ she handed him the bundle of mint. “Spread those around inside the circle. I’ll get the basil.”

“You got it, dude,” he quoted from their favorite show.

After they had done that, Kayla thought last minute to add a bunch of acorns that had fallen off the maple tree in the backyard. It was mostly tops that had been chewed on by the squirrels, but she remembered seeing one in the picture, so that was probably good enough.

Once those were in their places, Kayla turned to her brother. “You remember what we have to say?”

“I remember! I’m ready.”

“Okay, let’s do it!”

They walked around on the inside of the circle, placing the thirteen candies out as they spoke the words that they saw on the page.

“Three candies for a prophecy. Five for fortune telling. Thirteen for a soul call. Please take and answer, who hears this call.”

When they didn’t get anything right away, they stood in the circle holding hands, which they had seen some other pages of the book, and repeated the spell.

“Three candies for a prophecy Five for fortune telling Thirteen for soul calling. Please take and answer, who hears this call.”

This time, they saw fog emerge from the edges of the trees, swirling around the edges of the flower circle that they made.

“It’s working!” They said in unison, excitedly jumping up and down while still holding their hands together.

The fog went up around them, making a dome above them until they could no longer see the house.

“Kayla…” Kaleb looked around uncertainly.

“Maybe we should go get Auntie Holly and mom,” Kayla said.

Her brother looked to her and nodded. They broke their hands apart.

Before they took a step, they heard a soft voice whispering to them from the fog. “No, please stay. Share your candy with me.”

Cassine woke with a start. Something was wrong, she could feel it. There was something dark and swirling in the air.

There was a magic in the air that she did not recognize.

She looked around her room, finding nothing out of place. She got up slowly, unease filling her chest. She needed to check into the rest of the house, just to be sure.

She passed Holly’s room first, and she could hear her snoring through the door. The hair stood up on the back of her neck. If not Holly, then who…?

She needed to see the kids, just to ensure that they were safe from this strange magic.

When she got to their room, the door was ajar. Her heart was pounding as she pushed the door open…

And it sank to the floor as she saw the empty beds, blankets pushed aside.

She stared at the beds for a moment, processing, trying to force her body to move. Her eyes darting around the room, willing for them to appear somewhere there. She noted that the window was closed, the curtains drawn. Whatever happened, they exited the room through the door.

“No,” she said quietly. Then loudly, she yelled for her sister as she darted to her room.

“Holly! Holly! I need you, the kids!”

She shoved the door open, moving to the bed to shake her still-groggy sister awake.

“Wha-. What’s happening?”

“The kids! They’re gone! And there’s… there’s magic! Don’t you feel it! They’re gone!”

Holly squinted in the light, but her eyes went wide as she sensed it too. She bolted upright, her mind sharper at the realization.

“They weren’t in their room?”

“No! Didn’t you hear me? They’re gone!”

“Ok, ok, take a deep breath.” She held her hands up to her sister before placing them on Cassine’s shoulders, taking a deep breath with her. “They can’t have gone far. You search the main floor, and I will search this one and the upstairs. Ok?”

Cassine didn’t answer. Instead, she took off from the room. She made her way downstairs, starting in the kitchen.

“Kayla! Kaleb! Are you here?” She called as she moved. She could hear Holly doing the same.

There was no sign of them besides a step-stool that had been moved closer to the stove.

She moved on to the front door. She found it locked, all of the windows around it intact.

There was no sign of them in the living room, either.

“Did you find them down there?” Holly yelled from the stairs as she descended. “They weren’t up there.”

Cassine went to answer her but froze when she got to the table. The Grimoire was sitting there, open. How did it get here? She wondered. That feeling of magic circling her gripped her tighter. Her heart pounded through her chest as she examined the page it was left on.

Her eyes widened. Dread ripped through her like ice. “No,” she mouthed. Her body was unable to make the sound.

“Cass?” Her sister had entered the room, seeing the look of horror on her face. She looked down and saw the book, and her eyes went wide. “They didn’t.”

Holly’s look spurred Cassine into action. She flew to the back door on the other side of the room. The curtains were pulled back slightly, just enough for their little bodies to have gotten past.

She ripped them open further, revealing the glass door wall.

It was very dark in the backyard, with the only light coming from the house or the streetlight on its opposite side. Those, and five small pinpricks of light on the ground.

“No!” She wailed, fumbling with the handle before yanking the door open. She took off running towards it.

As she approached, she noticed the dissipating fog, the color of the still-lit candles…

And the pentagram made of flowers and empty candy wrappers.

“Kayla! Kaleb!” she yelled. Her brain knew they were not there, but her heart lurched for them.

“No…” Holly approached the pentagram, her voice coming in and out. “…Three…five…. Eight…ten…”

“How many are there?” Cassine blurted out, but she was afraid that she knew the answer.

It still hit her hard to hear Holly say it. “Thirteen.”

She knew Holly knew the book like the back of her hand, just as she did. She knew she would know what that meant. The look of despair in her eyes was enough to tell her what she didn’t want to hear.

Kayla and Kaleb were gone. She couldn’t get them back from the fae realm.

Cassine fell to her knees and screamed, and the sound pierced through the still air like a banshee’s wail.

#fictober writing challenge #my handwriting #writerblr #horror #fae #please read the warnings before proceeding

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perseusparker · 2 years

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Fictober Day One: I Chose You

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Destiel no warnings there is brief kissing

The Impala was parked at the edge of a dirt road. The sun was almost setting and the breeze wafted the scent of pine from the surrounding forest. It was cool, a good day for driving with the windows down. Sam was back at the bunker doing research on a case for Charlie, leaving Dean and Castiel alone. They stopped to stretch their legs before continuing on the drive for their current case (a simple haunting). Dean was inspecting his baby for any damage while singing along to the Led Zeppelin song blasting from the radio. Castiel, however, was silent. He stared off in the distance, brow furrowed in thought.

"Yo, Cas, you're spacing out, dude," Dean called out as he walked up to the angel. Cas startled, but did not turn to face the man, eyes still set on the tree-lined horizon.

"Sorry, Dean, I was just thinking" he replied slowly, hesitating slightly.

"Well, come think in the car. We have a Casper tormenting a family that we need to get to." Dean called over his shoulder, already heading back towards the car.

"Dean." He paused and turned towards the angel. Cas' voice sounded more serious than it had a second before. A moment later and his eyes were met with icy blue ones.

"I need to tell you something, Dean." Cas' paused, waiting for a sign to continue. Dean gestured for him to continue, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face. "Dean, when I rescued you from hell, I didn't know what would happen. I didn't think it would start me down this path with you and Sam. I didn't think it would change me. But it did, you and Sam did. You changed me. I'm not an unfeeling angel anymore, I'm different. I feel emotions and desires and I.." he hesitated, scared to continue. Inhaling deeply, he started again. "I chose you, Dean Winchester. Through Hell and Heaven and everything else we have faced, I chose you. I have spent so long thinking this over and I needed to tell you now while the world is not currently ending. I love you, Dean." He stopped and looked back up into Dean's eyes. The hunter was standing still, attempting to keep his face neutral while trying to navigate the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside. They stood there for what felt like eternity, Dean standing expressionless while Cas' face slowly grew more distressed while the seconds ticked by.

Right as Castiel was about to speak again to take it all back or apologize, Dean looked up, a determined expression set on his face. He closed the distance between them, pulled the angel by the tie, and crushed their lips together. Cas took only a moment before returning the kiss, handing gripping the front of the hunter's leather jacket to pull him closer, enjoying the feel of Dean's soft lips against his own. Dean pulled away a moment later, and Cas' smiled softly as Dean whispered, "I love you, too, Cas".

#fictober22 #fictober #supernatural #destiel #writing challenge #fanfiction #gay #dean winchester #castiel #fanfic #fluff

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stars-above42 · 2 years

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Fictober 2022 - Day 2

"Did no one warn you about me?"

"I was warned, as far back as i could remember. About thoughts, about actions. Of darkness creeping into the corners, and staying. Clinging and twisting, and thinning your mind, of scraping and pain, clouding your judgement. Of falsity, attacking your soul, bringing down your truths and defenses, leaving you prey to lies, diminishing your worth. Of how hard it is to avoid the vortex, of how resilient it is, never stopping, always pouncing on you completely unexpected, plunging the world into darkness and storms in a second. Of rain lasting for weeks. I was warned. But it was about thoughts, something made up. Never about this... Never about you."

"Hah, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm here in the flesh, and I'll stay, you have no way to avoid me."

"They told me the void is resilient, but they also said perseverance is ours until the end of time. I won't allow it."

#fictober 2022 #fictober22 #writing challenge #dialogue #depression #hope #original writing

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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October 6th

Sweet treats

This one is for all the Dwalin, Dwori, Dwhorin and other Dwalin-pairing enjoyers.

He's a dear little old grump haha...

Words: 693

Warnings: None

The door banging against the wall made you jump, and, in an act of pure instinct, you flung whatever was in your hands in that moment at the surmised intruder.

“Hmmm, thanks,” Dwalin grumbled, holding aloft a sieve as if it was exactly what he had been looking for all his life. “What a nice sight to be coming home to!”

A hand pressed against your heaving chest covered in flour and spices, you managed to conjure up a wavering smile of welcome; you had not expected him to be home quite so soon and hence you had been greatly startled by his unannounced arrival.

“’Weather didn’t hold,” he explained while shrugging out of his coat and toeing off his heavy boots, “we made haste.”

Your eyes swept over the chaos in your kitchen quickly; you had thought that you’d have at least another evening and night before your beloved returned from his caravan-guarding duties. Consequently, you were considerably dismayed to be caught not only unawares but also in the middle of your preparations of what you had intended to be a surprise for the gruff warrior.

“What’s that?” he ambled over eagerly, letting the sieve clatter onto the table carelessly to wrap his huge hands around your hips and pull you in for a passionate kiss that conveyed how much he had missed you during your time apart much better than any of his rumbling words ever could have.

“It was meant as a ‘Welcome home’ surprise,” you gasped into his mouth when his hold on you didn’t subside as the seconds ticked by.

It was common knowledge – even though nobody dared confront him on the matter – that your beloved Dwalin had a major sweet tooth; in your attempts to keep your mind off the terrible absence of his bulky body in your house and bed, you had spent many an afternoon out of doors, picking fruit and trading spices with the merchants passing through the settlement.

After several meticulously documented trial runs, you thought that you had finally perfected the recipe for the spiced pear cookies that – there was no doubt about that – your taciturn lover would devour eagerly.

Words were often difficult between the two of you as he was at times very reserved and this made you nervous to the point where you fumbled to find the right thing to say, squirming under his unyielding and unwavering gaze.

Hence why you liked doing things for him that showed him just how much you cared for him.

A rough thumb scraped along the corner of your mouth, and you looked up just in time to see him put it into his own, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“Is that jam? Did ye make that?” he asked, his eyes alight with pleasure and curiosity as they scanned the room in search of the source of the delicious taste he had stolen from your very lips.

“There’s none left,” you chuckled, “it’s all in the dough already.”

“Dough?” he echoed slowly. His gaze returned to you, questing, and he gave you a little shake. “Beloved! Are you withholding sweets from me?”

Unable to resist, you broke into resounding laughter at the sight of his evident distress; immediately, he started to list the bad weather, the blistering cold, his sore feet, and his undying love for you as the incontrovertible reasons why you had to hand over whatever sugary treats you were so heartlessly hiding from him.

“If you had not interrupted me,” you chided, “those would already sit in the oven.”

Instantly, he stepped back, slipping ever so slightly in his woollen socks on the polished floor, and lifted his hands defensively.

“Good,” you praised, “go grab yourself a tankard of ale, there should be a cask in the cellar, and in a little while, you may have a cookie or two, fresh from the oven.”

As you watched him stomp down the stairs, you already knew that he’d eat the whole batch, burn the roof of his mouth in the process, and then carry you to bed to make you feel just how much he had yearned for you as well.

In hopes that you've also liked this one, I remain your most devoted servant and friend.

@fellowshipofthefics Number 6 (?) Losing count here haha...

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