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Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 13 - Bat (Malleus Draconia)

10/14/2023

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Reader

Word Count: 870

Warnings: None that I can think of (except for a few curses)!

Gender: GN

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

For once, Y/N had the time (and budget) to clean up their dorm. Ramshackle was in terrible shape. Everyone knew that.

But very few knew just how bad the living conditions could get. The first night Y/N went to sleep at Ramshackle, they'd cried themselves to sleep. There was a constant draft, they only had the clothes on their body from when they fell into the world, there were cobwebs everywhere, and their allergies had a field day.

Eventually though, it did get somewhat better. After raising concerns about their ability to survive in such conditions to multiple of the school faculty, they were able to make a room for themselves (plus it had an ensuite bathroom), and before they knew it, they didn't feel so lost and lonely anymore.

However...

That was no excuse for the rest of their dorm to remain as unsightly and dilapidated as it was. After months of doing odd jobs anywhere and everywhere, raising fundraisers, demanding payment from the headmaster for all the things he'd make them do, and a bunch of other things, Y/N finally had enough money to freshen up the whole place (plus the spring break they wished to utilize was finally here).

Of course, it was to be a process that would take a week at bare minimum, as Ramshackle, though in terrible condition, was a rather large dorm in and of itself. The first thing Y/N would have to do was dust the whole place down (they really regretted not asking Malleus to help them with that part in particular). Then, they'd have to move the boxes and whatnot and throw out whatever wasn't necessary anymore.

Grim was sent to Heartslabyul for the day, and Riddle had assured Y/N that he would take the utmost care of the very unwilling feline.

Thus, the first day of dusting (and some other cleaning) had gone by, and all that was left to finish cleaning were the attic rooms. It was slow progress, but progress nonetheless. Besides, they'd just have to pull through for a few more hours, after which they'd be joined by their four favorite boys from Diasomnia to help them.

"There you guys are!" Y/N, as the large box they were carrying was lifted out of their arms and into another's. They met with Malleus' face, one that exuded joy, before meeting with the others' faces. Lilia had his signature boyish smirk and Silver, though tired, did sport a gentle grin. Sebek wasn't looking at them (why would he when Malleus had entrusted him with a box), but that wasn't something that bothered them.

"I apologize for arriving so late Darling," Malleus responded.

"Nah, it's fine. I was doing fine by myself."

"Now that we are here, you will be more than fine!"

Lilia snorted off to the side.

To reward everyone for all their hard work and to show their appreciation, Y/N made some cool lemonade (their own personal recipe) and brought it up to the attic, where they last left everyone.

Except there was no one there.

Figuring that they'd all gone out of the room to either get rid of or retrieve something, Y/N leaned to place the tray of lemonade on a resting box. But there was this feeling that kept nagging at them. It felt like someone was watching them. Holding the tray back closer to their chest, Y/N looked around the room, out the window, and out the room's door. There wasn't a soul in sight apart from them.

Trying to shrug the unmistakable feeling, they turned around, walking towards the box to set down the lemonade (that was starting to take a toll on their arms from carrying around for so long).

And that's when they heard it.

A chitter.

Everything happened so fast after that.

One second, they turn their head towards the clearly animal sound, intent on finding the source, when a black flash flew straight at their face. They could have sworn that the thing had red eyes, but that wasn't Y/N's priority, as they were currently falling in slow motion, backwards, with the lemonade tilting towards their direction.

Shit.

The crash seemed to bring everyone back to life, because soon after it occurred, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek were bolting it towards the source of it, only to find Y/N laying on the ground, drenched in some liquid.

That and Lilia sitting next to their face in his bat form, poking their face.

Malleus wasted no time in cradling Y/N under his arms and shaking them out of whatever shock they were in. "Darling? Darling! Wake up!"

Sebek leaned on the other side of Y/N with a towel and started helping them dry off.

"I just saw a demon."

Silver couldn't help but let out a giggle, hearing the Ramshackle prefect say such a thing.

"That was just Father."

Confused, Y/N looked at him for an explanation. Yet, there was none. Silver simply pointed behind them, and that's when they noticed the bat. Something about it seemed eerily familiar, and that's when it hit them.

Red eyes.

Yeah, they were so going to kill Lilia.

Author's Note: You're gonna pretend that this fic totally wasn't a day late got it? 👀

Also, it should not have been as hard as it was finding a bat header-

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Day 17 - Owl (Leona Kingscholar)

10/19/2023 - 10/26/2023

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Word Count: 402

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: GN

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

"Why is there an owl in our bedroom?" Leona asked.

"Oh hey, welcome back!" You grin. "Did you forget what today is?"

Leona was confused. What was today? Definitely not either of their birthdays, and most certainly not any of their anniversaries-

Sighing, you explain. "Remember how I said my friend's going on a vacation with her boyfriend?" Leona just stared at you, causing you to roll your eyes at his forgetfullness for any information that he deemed unworthy for his brain. "Well, if you remembered, which you don't, she also has a pet owl and she asked if I could take care of him. She dropped him off just around an hour or so ago.

Leona sighed.

"Do you even know how to take care of an owl?"

"Why are you so sure that I can't?"

"I never said that."

"You thought it."

Yeah, no. Leona had enough of this already. That creepy ass bird was starting to get on his nerves, what with him staring at him as though he were reading deep into his soul.

"Whatever, just don't end up killing the damn thing."

"See! You don't think I can take care of an animal!" You screamed back at his retreating figure, determined to prove him wrong.

Luckily Ares (your friend's pet owl), was a very peaceful and calm being, very unlike his name. He ate when he was supposed to, didn't peck or fight you whenever you came by in his near vicinity, and even wanted scratches every now and then.

Very low maintenance.

Maybe you should get yourself an owl...

Leona on the other hand, still didn't like the bird, and was more than happy when your friend came back with her boyfriend to pick up the thing.

"So?" You start.

"So what?" Leona retorted.

"Do you admit I can take perfectly good care of animals?" You crossed your arms, smirking, content with yourself for having won.

"Owls aren't even that difficult to take care of." Leona replied, equally smug with his banter. "You shouldn't let all that get in your head."

You stared at Leona, whose smirk only grew at your silence.

"Actually, I'm rather good at taking care of animals. You know how I know?

"How?" Leona entertained you.

"I take care of your lazy cat ass everyday!" With a happy little smile, you sauntered off, leaving behind a very fuming and overgrown feline behind.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know-

Not one of my best works. And yes, I'm aware that I'm super behind with this event, but I'm trying best here y'all-

See you in the next fic!

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Day 4 - Candy Apples (Azul Ashengrotto)

09/18/2023

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 1,205

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

Said girl was intently focusing on stabbing apples with wooden dowels. "Oh hey Azul! Right on time! C'mere, I've got a job for you."

Azul could only mentally prepare himself before being shoved an apron, an apple, and a wooden dowel of his own. "And what pray tell, am I to do with these?"

"Here," Y/N grabbed another apple and dowel. "You just stick the dowel into the middle of the apple like this, and then you set it onto this tray over here." Y/N pointed to a grey tray almost full of stabbed apples. "If the tray gets full, just grab another tray from that pile over there, clean it with a towel, and place parchment paper on it."

"Is there anything you'll be doing in particular with the apples after that, or are they just going to be apples on sticks?" Azul asked, trying to stick the dowel into his given apple.

Noticing his struggle, Y/N explained, "You're going to want to shove the dowel and not be afraid of damaging the apple. Like, really get it in there." Finally, Azul got the dowel into the apple. "I'm going to be dipping them in caramel after I finish the rest of these."

Curious to see how this would end up, Azul merely nodded along to what Y/N was saying.

"Actually, I have an even better idea! You stick the rest of the dowels in, while I get started on the caramel! I'll be done with this much sooner that I thought I would be!" Y/N moved the remaining apples and dowels to Azul's side of the table.

Azul simply watched Y/N prepare the caramel she mentioned, all while taking notes to this seemingly simple recipe. It didn't seem to have much to it, just apples and caramel, so how good could it possibly be? Not good enough for Mostro Lounge, he could guarantee that-

Pretty soon enough, Y/N had finished making the caramel, and Azul had finished inserting dowels into apples (which was a tad more arduous than he originally gave it credit for). Taking an apple by the dowel, Y/N gently sunk it into the pot of caramel, and turned it, making sure that the caramel coated all the sides before setting it back onto the tray to cool.

"This part takes the longest, because of a couple extra steps my family does." Y/N voiced with a reminiscent smile on her face. Azul hadn't heard her talk much about her family back from wherever she came from, so he let her continue.

"My grandma and I used to make caramel apples every year during autumn. She used to do it with her grandmother and mother, and her grandmother used to do it with her grandmother and mother, and it's just overall a very generational thing." Y/N pulled a bowl of chopped nuts and coated the apple she'd worked on with them.

"My grandmother and I were suckers for caramel apples. Everyone else in the family loved them too, of course, but no one was as crazy about them as us." Azul noticed Y/N added another layer of caramel to some of the apples.

"Why are you adding more caramel to some of them?"

"Like I said, I'm crazy for caramel apples~" Y/N said with a wink. "My grandmother and I would double a decent chunk of the apples, and then we'd eat absolutely nothing else. Of course, we'd coat some of them with nuts and candy and stuff, but the double-coated caramel apples were our favorites."

Azul could see the sadness in Y/N grin. Though she spoke of her memories happily, nostalgia peppering her face, there was an indescribable sadness that clouded her figure. It could be seen in the way she hunched over the table, making sure the caramel coated her apples just right. It could be seen in the way her eyes were glossed over, and shimmered when the light hit them just right.

He didn't know what brought on the sudden nostalgia, but whatever it was, he would be there for her. He could guarantee that much. Wordlessly grabbing an apple himself, he also joined in on the caramel coating process, finding it rather fun, though that may have mainly been attributed to Y/N's stories of her home.

One that she hadn't seen in so long, at that.

Eventually, the pair finished the caramel process, and Azul found the magicless NRC student beside him practically vibrating with joy, because they would now be tasting the caramel apples. "Since you helped me so much with this whole thing, you get to have first pick!" Seeing the crease in her smile, Azul couldn't help a genuine grin settle on his own face, opting for an nutty caramel apple.

As soon as he sunk his teeth into the gooey apple goodness, Azul did a double-take. What is this sorcery? Why is such a simple dish so ridiculously delicious? Surely there must be something he missed, because there was absolutely no way a mere apple coated with caramel and some nuts can taste this good-

"I take it that you like it?" Y/N asked with a smirk on her face (and caramel on her cheek).

"Ahem. It is...rather nice on the taste buds. Though slightly difficult to bite into, perhaps if they are offered with a plate of some sort to eat it with. Or perhaps they can be cut into slices and then coated with the caramel and toppings! Or..." Azul rambled on and on about different variations of the caramel apples, as Y/N watched with a loving smile on her face. She may not have been able to share this moment with her family, but this was just as nice.

"Y/N! What do you say to an exclusive contract where you supply Mostro Lounge (and only the Mostro Lounge) with caramel apples, and in return, you receive 35% of the profits?"

Y/N shook her head, chuckling to her self. "Make it 65%, and I'll think about it~"

Author's Note: When I first thought of the idea for this fic, I was super excited to write it. But then I actually started writing, and I realized that somehow I suddenly forgot how conversations worked? But eventually, I got into the swing of things, and was able to finish it.

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Day 7 - Haunted (Leona Kingscholar)

09/26/2023 - 10/04/2023

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Word Count: 1,085

Warnings: Some spooks here and there (they're in a haunted house)

Gender: GN

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything

Whipping their head around, Y/N carefully walked through haunted house. Sweat started to build up on their brow, and their pupils were dilated. They were scared. No way around it.

But it wasn't the ghosts and the hobgoblins and the witches and zombies that they were afraid of.

No, they were funny most of the time.

It was the unprecedented startling jump scares that got to Y/N.

But a little rewind is necessary. The ever so gracious headmaster of Night Raven College had presented an activity for Halloween. Each house of the school would create an event of their own in honor of Halloween. The best event would be awarded a special prize (one that Crowley never specified the details of).

Heartslabyul cleaned up their gardens and created a stunning rose maze. The students would be allowed to try their luck in finding the end of the maze, and if they did, they would win a delectable treat made by the one and only Trey Clover himself.

Octavinelle decided to keep up their 1920's-30s aesthetic and turn Mostro Lounge into a murder mystery scene, fully decked out in the appropriate decor. They even had a chest of costumes for guests to wear to really feel the aesthetic of it all.

Scarabia hosted a pumpkin decorating contest (mainly because Kalim was downright fascinated by the idea of it, and of course, Jamil and the rest of the house complied to his whims). It was surprisingly popular, especially with the endless supply of competitive students.

Pomefiore, to no one's surprise, hosted a costume contest. To make things fair, it was decided that each contestant would have to make their own costumes without any help from any one else. And of course, Vil and Rook were two of the judges. (Rumor had it that Professor Crewel was also a judge).

Ignihyde planned a scavenger hunt. It was perfect, because Idia could stay in his room, watching the entire scavenger hunt while Ortho would watch over everything physically.

Diasomnia arranged for a very specific type of event. It was to be at the end of the day - a masquerade. It was one of the only houses that did not have some sort of competitive event planned, but it was very typical to the Diasomnia elegance.

Last but not least, Savanaclaw hosted a haunted house with its students posing as a various assortment of "scary" creatures. It didn't really matter what they dressed up as, because in the end, they all shared but one goal - to scare the living daylights out of people.

And that brings us back to Y/N still panicking their soul out of their body, because no one had spooked them just yet. Y/N really liked the fact that Savanclaw (of all houses) opted for a non-competitive event, and was even willing to see the outside of the place. But that plan kinda sorta went down the drain when the Ramshackle Prefect got into an argument of sorts with Leona and somehow ended up betting that they wouldn't get scared the entire time they were in the haunted house. That was of course, a lie, but Leona didn't need to know that.

Because of the sheer adrenaline running through their veins, Y/N was hyperaware of their surroundings. Every twitch of light, every faint footstep, every cold gust of wind had them reduced to nothing but a trembling bundle of nerves.

Out of the corner of their eye, Y/N saw something faintly white whiz by. Before they recognized what they were doing, they had successfully thrashed a poor Savanaclaw student (who was dressed up as a mummy) smack damn in the middle of the head. They didn't even bother apologizing because they were making a run for it at this point.

Swerving to the left because they now had a serial killer chasing them, Y/N tried hiding next to a vanity that had a bunch of stuff leaning up against it. If they crouched just right and had the objects cover them just right, the serial killer wouldn't be able to find them!

Right?

It seemed luck was on the Prefect's side, as the serial killer didn't seem to notice that they were in the same room (but what Y/N did not know was that the serial killer had indeed noticed them, especially with the scent of fear and what not, and decided to take pity on them and not traumatize them further).

And so half an hour passed by, with the Prefect hiding in every little crevice they could find, while trying to find the exit. There was a particular hallway that the Prefect chanced upon, and very quickly realized was the end of the haunted house. Just about ten more steps and they'd be free!

Y/N could feel the excitement coursing through their veins. The exit was so close!

Until a bloody zombie showed up out of nowhere and scared the living daylights out of them, that is.

Scared out of their mind, Y/N practically fell backwards, crouching in towards themselves, hiding whatever they could of their body with their arms and screaming like a mad person.

It wasn't until two very firm hands shook their shoulders that they stopped screaming and looked up. Leona Kingscholar. The current bane of their existence. Curse their inability to remain calm and not bet against Leona of all people-

The said beastman, of course had his face set into a glowering smirk, but he still gently ushered them out of the haunted house, and away from any prying eyes that wished to witness the debacle that was Y/N in a haunted house. Once in a more secluded part of the school, the prefect finally let out a sigh of relief. They could feel their ability to breathe reemerging, and Sevens was it delightful.

"Feeling better now Herbivore?" Leona asked.

"Yeah, thanks." Y/N replied.

It was awkward. Very much so. But neither of the two knew what to say, if they should be saying anything at all.

"You do realize you're going to have to be my personal servant for the day, right?" A green-eyed lion reminded, smirk ever present on his face.

The famous prefect of Ramshackle, who was supposedly transported to Twisted Wonderland from some far away world, could do nothing but glare at him. If looks could kill, Leona would have died multiple times over.

"Make me do anything weird, and I'll revoke your reward."

Author's Note: I'm cringing so badly right now, and I just wanna sleep because this is too much-

I was busy with something (that took five days, mind you); and I was stuck on this fic, since I had no good ideas for it, but still wanted to get past it; my laptop broke down; and a bunch of other stuff that I can't recall at the moment because my mind is way too muddled.

Having said that, please (I'm begging you-) ignore the low quality of this particular fic. I promise that I have better ones in store, and this is just not one of my days.

See you in the next fic!

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Day 2 - Leaves (Hitoshi Shinsou)

09/14/2023 - 09/16/2023

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 420

Warnings: Reader's a bit on the short in this one!

Gender: Gender Neutral

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

"Ah, Hitoshi! I'm back!

Shinsou bites back a laugh, seeing Y/N carrying a multitude of bags, and a bunch of mini pumpkins (trying not to drop a single one). Y/N gave him a pained look, despite the cheery greeting before waddling inside the house to relieve their arms of the heavy weights that burdened them.

Leaning on his rake, Shinsou finally let out a low chuckle after Y/N went in the house. He wouldn't even bother trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to stutter every time he saw them.

Within minutes, Y/N was back, bright smile (and more importantly, without bags and things obscuring their figure), holding another rake.

"Either the neighbor's maple hates us, or one of us pissed off some wind deity or something in our past lives. My money lies on you," Y/N teased, tilting their head in the direction of the offending tree.

Shinsou rolled his eyes before continuing his long arduous mission of raking all the leaves that had fallen onto their property. "If anyone pissed off a wind deity, it's probably the person who's currently smacking the air with their rake," Shinsou teased back.

Y/N retaliated with a gentle jab to Shinsou's backside, and from there, it evolved into a sparring session Maki Zenin would be jealous of. With a jab to the left, and a block upwards, and a split when the rake cam just a little too close for comfort.

Y/N could see the excitement bubbling in Shinsou's eyes, the play fighting giving him a good change of pace. With their respective careers gaining traction and thus causing them to become more busy and not have as much time to each other or themselves, having little moments like this, ones where the only two people in the world who mattered were them and only them (though rare), were most welcome.

With one final move, Shinsou had beaten Y/N in their little sparring match, and because Y/N was so petty, they swiped their legs under Shinsou's causing him to fall next to them.

The two laughed heartily, throwing red and golden and glowing leaves at each other, feeling like children once again.

"We're going to have to clean all this up again, you know?" Y/N said.

"Lucky for me, I've got you helping me," Shinsou begins, sweet grin on his face as he leaned towards Y/N.

Peck.

Yeah, they could totally do anything as long as they were together.

Author's Note: That's Day 2 of Vera's Hauntober! This fic is admittedly shorter than the previous one, but it was still pretty fun to write. 29 more days left!

See you in the next fic!

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Day 11 - Nightmare (Malleus Draconia)

10/09/2023 - 10/11/2023

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Reader

Word Count: 358

Warnings: Nightmares, vague spoilers for Book 7 (?)

Gender: GN

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With a dramatic heave, Malleus bolted upfront from his bed. It was a horrible dream. He had seen him, except, it didn't really feel like him. It felt like someone had uncomfortably possessed his body, leaving no room for his mind to break free from its shackles.

It couldn't have been him. That's not who he was. That's not who he wanted to be.

Though he had waken up from his nightmare, the immense suffocation he felt wouldn't go away. He tried reaching for the glass of water besides his bed stand, but accidentally dropped it, watching as the glass shattered into multiple pieces in slow motion.

He needed to get out of here.

Blindly, Malleus escaped the confines of his room, heading towards some reaction. He didn't know where he was going, he wasn't even aware of what he was doing. But the farther he got from his dorm, the less he felt the unbearable suffocation.

It was near the Ramshackle dorm that he finally felt some relief and could finally breathe normally again.

Wait, Ramshackle?

Y/N awoke to the feeling of being nudged gently. At first, they couldn't be bothered to wake up, assuming that it was Grim. But the figure kept nudging them, and they had no choice but to wake up.

Their eyes widened when they realized that it was Malleus.

He didn't look like his normal composed self. He looked like he'd run a marathon. He looked like he had been stranded on a desert with no water to quench his thirst.

Y/N immediately felt their sleep wash away and jumped forward from their bed. They circled their arms around Malleus, closing the distance between the two of them. Slowly, but surely, Malleus succumbed to their touch, allowing them to thread their fingers through his hair, not unlike a spider web.

There weren't much words needed. It was simply an individual comforting another. They didn't need context. They didn't need reasons. They just needed to be there for each other.

And so the two fell asleep, Malleus finally returning to his original mental state, and finding the comfort he so craved.

Author's Note: Sorry this fic was a little shorter (like drabble-level short) than usual I was too lazy. I was going to go a lot more in depth about the book 7 spoilers, but then I decided to just vaguely cover that for the readers who don't know enough about the spoilers yet. Besides, I wanted to focus more on the hurt/comfort (it's my first time writing for this genre).

Also, did you notice that I used my usual 3rd person point of view again? As much as I wanted to try the new 2nd pov style again, it was already new ground writing a hurt/comfort fic.

OH MY GOD I HAD SCHEDULED THE TIME WHEN I'D POST THIS BUT THEN GOT BUSY AND IT GOT POSTED WITHOUT ME EVER FINISHING IT-

I am not proud of this, but I still needed to get over it, so here we are. T-T

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Day 12 - Black Cat (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

10/11/2023 - 10/12/2023

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

Word Count: 487

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

Stroking the ebony fur of the feline, he flipped to the next page in the book he was currently reading. You catch the small tug of the corner of his lips, after reading something that piqued his amusement. The cat in question purred every so often, content with life.

The lights of the room were fairly dim, and from a certain angle, he looked as though a glow emanated from deep within him. That cello that he loved to play so leaned against its stand, almost forlorn by the lack of attention it received.

Putting down your bag on the table, you nestled into Fyodor's side, careful not to hurt the dozing cat. The book was one he had not read before, you could tell. And based on the words that you read alongside him, it was very psychological in nature.

"How was your day my love?" He asked, his baritone voice sending you into a similar state as your cat.

"It was just another turning of a cog in the wheel of life."

"Hmmm. Just another cog, you say?"

"Mhm." You snuggle closer to the man.

He allows you to do so, going so far as to stop stroking the cat's fur behind her ears and pulling you closer to him. You take a deep breath. It smells like home.

"Your darling kitten was rather excitable today." He tells you.

You run your fingers through his hair, combing out invisible tangles. "Was she?" You enjoyed this meaningless conversation. He could speak for hours and you'd listen to every word. You didn't have to understand, no. All that mattered was drowning in the endless abyss of him.

"I was setting her meal down for her when I noticed an interesting thing." You hummed, urging him to continue.

"She climbed to the kitchen island, where she peered around, as though someone could be watching her." Slyly, he sneaks a glance at you before moving his eyes back to his book (that you're sure he is not reading). You feel your throat start to go dry. "Then, she leapt out onto the window sill."

You looked intently at him. "That's it?" Finally placing a bookmark and closing his book, he turns to face you. His hair fell delicately around his face, and his eyes seemed to glow. Did he know?

"That would have been all if it were not for the wings on her back, which she promptly used to fly out the window."

You paled.

He definitely knew.

"I wonder..." You flinch, hearing his voice start again. "Since when do cats have wings?" Much like before, you could barely register the words his lips spilled, but unlike before, this time, you were doing so because you were panicking on the inside. And by the look of his smug face, you would not be let off the hook so easily.

"Fedya..."

"Yes darling?"

"Have you ever heard of familiars?"

Author's Note: Woo, I totally didn't make this so much shorter than I planned-

Putting that aside though, I went back to the 2nd person for this fic, and I gotta say, I'm getting more used to it. I've still got a lot of room for improvement, but I don't hate it.

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Day 3 - Tea (Lucifer)

09/16/2023 - 09/18/2023

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 434

Warnings: Reader drinks scalding hot tea on accident, but that's it!

Gender: Gender Neutral

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

A defeated sigh escaped Lucifer's lips as Y/N slid into the seat across from him, a huge grin on their face.

"Y/N," Lucifer greeted dryly, lips pursed as he watched the mortal in front of him. There's a moment of silence where Y/N analyzes his features before lacing their fingers together.

"Oh wipe that pout off your face," Y/N said, studying the demon from behind their shades. "You know you'll end up thanking me anyways."

"I won't," Lucifer replied, frown beginning to etch onto his face. "But you're welcome to try anything you'd like."

And with that, Y/N flagged down a waiter, and ordered drinks for the both of them. Two very specific drinks. Two very specific drinks that also happened to be the reason why Lucifer was sat in a cafe in the Human Realm against his will in the beginning of Autumn.

Pumpkin Spiced Lattes.

Just thinking about the flavoring made Lucifer grimace. Based on the countless ramblings, courtesy of Y/N, he assumed the drinks to be far too sweet for his tastes. What's more, it's pumpkin flavoring. How could that possibly taste good?

Some time passed by and Lucifer realized that there was another reason why he disliked Pumpkin Spiced Lattes. They take far too long to make. It was beginning to grate on his nerves, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. Sometimes, he truly regretted making a pact with a mortal human that couldn't keep themselves out of trouble from day 1.

Eventually though, the Pumpkin Spiced Lattes arrived, and Y/N could only watch Lucifer's reaction through bated breath (while sipping on their own latte, mind you-).

Slurp.

"It is..." Lucifer began.

"It's what Luci?" Y/N asked.

"It is...as I thought. Downright terrible, disgusting, I never want to put it in my mouth ever again."

Sighing, Y/N merely took Lucifer's latte out of his side of the table and brought it next to their own. More for them, they supposed.

This time, Lucifer flagged down the waiter from earlier. "Yes, hello. I would like to order the," Lucifer peered down at the menu that seemed to have materialized into this hands out of nowhere. "Honeysuckle Hot Cider Herbal Tea, please."

Within minutes, the waiter returned with Lucifer's choice of beverage, and he looked quite proud, seeing that his drink did not take much time at all to make. Turning to where Y/N sat, sipping two lattes at a time now (because the mortal was insane), Lucifer said, "Now that's a desirable beverage. No pumpkin. Enough spice. No latte."

Author's Note: And that's the fourth day of Hauntober for you! I've gotta say, I personally find Lucifer hating pumpkin flavored things with a burning passion rather humorous. Slightly unprecedented, but somehow still in character, no?

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Day 9 - Stars (Azul Ashengrotto)

10/06/2023 - 10/07/2023

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 439

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: GN

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"Azul, you have to try this!" You bring a small tart to Azul's mouth, carefully cradling it with your other hand to make sure no crumbs spill.

Azul moves his gaze from the stars to you, then to the tart in your hand and slowly leans in for a bite. You were sprawled over the picnic blanket that he'd set up, and somehow you were not freezing to death. Unlike him.

Though the tart did make him feel a little warmer on the inside.

"How is it?" You ask him, before taking another tart for yourself.

"It's sweet. Lemon raspberry, right? I think there's a hint of chamomile too." Azul tried savoring the taste to figure out of he'd missed any other flavors. "Though it tastes delightful, it doesn't seem to fit the season, does it?"

"That doesn't matter." You quip back, licking the crumbs off the corner of your lips. "You should be applauding my delectable baking skills, instead of judging the flavors." With a wry smile, you say, "Besides you like it. Isn't that all that matters in the end?"

Azul pondered this. Though the flavors of lemon, raspberry, and chamomile were a lovely combination, they did not by any means fit the steadily growing chilly weather of the times. They were befit to be eaten on a hot summer day, or perhaps in spring when the weather starts to get warmer. But you were right. Did it really matter when in the end, he enjoyed it and everything else with you?

He supposed it did not.

Lying down, he gently pulled you along with him, snuggling closer to you for the warmth he needed. You pulled the thick blanket you'd prepared earlier on top of the both of you and smiled.

"Why did you want to come star-gazing today anyways?" Azul asked. Looking up at his gunmetal grey eyes, you smile.

"I wanted to see the stars like this one more time."

"What do you mean one more time? Why can't we watch the stars again?" Azul asked, his concern dripping from his voice. Giggling, you sneak you arms around his neck and roll over so that you could be situated on top of him.

"Because if we go stargazing for as long as we do any time after today, we may as well become popsicles." Azul tittered. "And I would rather my boyfriend be alive and well, and not frozen half to death." Wrapping his own arms around you, the octopus merman gently pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"Then we'll wait until spring blooms so that we can be reunited with the stars."

Author's Note: I was planning on making this fic a little longer, but then I was running out of time, woops-

And if you hadn't noticed already, I tried writing in a different style! I normally go for a 3rd person point of view, but I wanted to try a 2nd person point of view (because I've read some really good ones lately). I can't say that it turned out as well as I would have liked it to, but it was still an interesting challenge.

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Day 10 - Forest (Satoru Gojo)

10/09/2023

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,249

Warnings: None that I can think of (unless you hate the outdoors-)!

Gender: AFAB (but I'm fairly sure that it can be read as GN as well)

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

Notes: Reader is not a sorcerer and really likes being in the outdoors!

Against the ledge of the window, his fingers thrum a pattern that you predict is not unlike his current state of mind. It was a habit of his, a common one. His mind was always running, always had somewhere to be, and to lessen that stress on his mind, he would subconsciously tap his fingers rhythmically against whatever surface he could find.

You catch the way he brings up his mug to his lips, barely grazing them as he drank his morning coffee. Five teaspoons of sugar (six if he particularly requires it) were always added to his daily morning caffeine, and no matter how many times you'd scold him about the excessive sugar he practically inhales, he'd just go about his day, laughing, not a cavity in sight.

His chest rose like a mountain, you'd noticed. He'd take a sip of his coffee, and then, only then would his chest go back down in a bountiful sigh.

He truly was the most beautiful person you'd ever laid eyes upon.

Grabbing your own beverage, you snuggle against his side, the two of you sipping your worries away (even if just for a few minutes). There were days when everything felt like it would all come crashing down, and Satoru would have a hollow and hopeless glaze in his eyes. He would never allow anyone to see a vulnerable state of him, but there were certain exceptions with you.

He would let his fists clench tight, allow you to hold onto him if only for his sake, and would drown in the the endless love you'd shower upon him daily. Every now and then, he would wonder if this was truly a life, a situation he wanted to find himself in. But then one look at your eyes, and he immediately sends those thoughts away to oblivion, where they belong.

Of course, there were also days like this. Slow mornings where neither of you had to rush to work. The sun rose with you, and it seemed like the whole world was empty except for the two of you. Even the birds that strained their voices just for a beautiful melody were calm today.

Satoru's arm is warm around you, like a blanket taken fresh from the dryer (you blame his tendency to overheat). You gazed out at the frozen world that lay beyond the window, feeling him press his lips on your temple. Again, and again, and again.

Yeah, you could get used to this treatment.

"Have you finished packing?"

He exhales at your question, bringing up his mug to his lips once more in an attempt to evade your question. You're fairly sure that he doesn't even have any coffee left in his mug, but you were far too lazy to point it out.

"I have..." he trails off, avoiding your gaze. You laugh, almost instinctually as you ponder how the supposedly "strongest" sorcerer of them all was afraid of the little weekend getaway you had planned. Satoru could very well lie to you. He could also very well get away with it. But he chose not to, instead acting like a pouting child, and as much as you wished to deny it, it was adorable.

You suppose that you could assist him in his packing. Gently taking his mug from him, you set it down (and yours) in the sink and stride over to the bedroom. Sure enough, there was a suitcase, but not much was packed, much less organized.

Of course he had packed light colored shirts (more like they were strewn about), and for that, you had to applaud him. At least he had the sense not to pack dark clothing and attract every damn mosquito in existence. Or would they not bite him because of his infinity? Mulling over it, you continued to pack just enough for a two-day trip to one of your most favorite places on Earth.

Eventually, Satoru's things were packed (and so were yours), and all that was left to do was take a shower and be headed on your merry ways.

Blinking slowly out the window, he flicked his eyes from one thing to another, his mind still racing. You see him from the corner of your eye, watching, waiting for him to explode.

"How much longer?" Satoru whined, causing you to roll your eyes.

And there it was.

Satoru had many virtues (some more than others), but patience was not one of them. You'd scold him about it whenever the opportunity arose, but nothing you could say would alter that vice of his.

"Just a little bit longer babe." You smile at the pout forming on his face. His eyes were just fragments of the skies. You'd told him that time and time again. And in that moment, they seemed to glimmer just like the sky too.

True to your words, your vehicle pulled up against the entrance of the camping destination and after checking in, you drive on until you reach your camp site. Though Satoru was not keen on the idea of camping originally, it seemed that had completely vanished from his mind as he was now fidgeting in his seat.

"What do you think?" You ask, peering up at him from under your lashes. He seems to be taking everything in, and unfortunately doesn't look too impressed.

"I almost feel bad for myself that I was dragged here against my will, only to see trees and gravel." He responded, cheekily.

"Almost?"

"Almost, because at least I have you here with me."

Oh. Oh. So that's what he meant. Smooth bastard-

The rest of the day was spent pitching up the tent, getting the campfire going, and a few other necessities. Satoru found the little packets of chemicals that changed the color of the campfire into blues and greens and reds and purples particularly appealing. The flames danced around the pit, and not unlike a child, he couldn't help but reach his hand out into them.

If it were anyone else, you would have screamed and tried to drag them away from the fire. But this was Satoru. Your Satoru. And the way the flames licked at his hand while the embers performing theatrical dances of their own around him had you nothing but mesmerized.

It was like watching a scene from an age old fairy tale.

For once, he was quiet. No obnoxious comments, no thespian body movement, no sly but watchful gaze. It was just him. Him and you and the stars in the sky and the trees that surrounded you. And for a fleeting moment, you felt honored too.

That night, Satoru Gojo slept the best he had in a long time. He had the stars above to watch over his slumber. He had the wind sing sultry lullabies to his ear. He had the Earth under his body, enveloping him and you in her loving embrace. But best of all, he had his lover, you, by his side.

You who had his heart in the palm of his hands. You who could bring him to his knees with one glance. You...who he would burn the world down for if you had asked. But of course, you wouldn't. You were kind, like that. You forgave. You welcomed life and its obstacles, whatever they may be with open arms, and sent them off with a kind goodbye.

In that sense, you were much different than him.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Author's Note: I was really excited to write this fic, because one, it would be my first time posting something I wrote about Satoru, and two, IT'S GOJO SATORU-

But then I started overanalyzing everything, and realized that I had no idea what to write. So, I talked to my friend, and I calmed myself down enough to just start writing, and I have to admit, I really do like the way this turned out.

I had originally planned to write this as a crack/comedy fic, but then when I started writing, I very quickly realized that this was going to be more along the lines of romantic and sentimental. That's why around halfway through writing, I had Je Te Laisserai Des Mots on repeat-

Anywho, let me know if you liked this writing style (I tried 2nd person again)! Also, I really need this to be fluffy (if you know, you know).

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Day 16 - Moth (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

10/16/2023 - 10/26/2023

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

Word Count: 543

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: GN

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"Fedya?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"Which suits shades of brown better? Purple or orange? Or maybe something else?"

The aforementioned man pondered over the questions. Shades of brown. Purple could possibly take away from the brown if it was too bright or too deep in color, so perhaps a pale purple would do? But then again, orange would make the whole painting come to life, giving it the brightness it so desperately needed. But what if that wasn't the sort of feeling you were going for? What then? Pale blue? Turquoise?

"What if you tried a pale blueish-purple or a turquoise background?"

Now it was your time to ponder over the choices. While turquoise seemed like a fantastic combination with the browns you'd splattered onto the canvas, you had wished to paint something more dreary. Not necessarily dark, but rather shadowed.

Pale blueish-purple it was.

Fyodor watched as you mixed your paints with a renewed vigor (one he hadn't seen in a couple of hours), clearly intent on creating the perfect shade.

It was something he admired about you. Your attention to detail, and how you strived for perfection. And just as much as he admired these qualities, he also admired your painting prowess. He could, without a doubt, die in a tranquil state, simply watching you paint until he was taken away from you. You'd hunch over your works in such a terrible posture, Fyodor could practically feel the pain settle into his own joints. You'd lean forward still, as though you weren't already just mere inches away from the canvas.

You would tilt your head in ways that no human should (not that that would stop you), and furrow your eyebrows together, all while you dragged the bristles of your brushes (or the cool metal of your knives) against the canvas.

You were simply divine.

Some time passed since your inquiry to the color of the background, and as much as he loved staring at you in your natural environment, he also loved reading invigorating new books (especially the ones he'd recently picked up). Just as his eyes felt the first tugs of drowsiness, you called.

"Fedya?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"What do you think?"

You shyly held up the canvas, careful not to touch any of the drying paint. Your eyes were trained solely on him, and if he was to be honest, it gave him some sort of power trip. The painting in question was abstract in nature. The shades of browns meshed together, piled on top of each other (though with acrylic, that's a given). The moth in itself, objectively speaking, boring. But the background that surrounded the moth breathed life into the painting. You had spent time agonizing over the shadows and the lights, and it showed.

Smiling, Fyodor took the painting into his own hands and admired it even closer. He could see every dent and groove that the paint made (acrylic was interesting like that). Looking at you once more, he gently set the painting you'd painstakingly worked on for hours back on the easel, and wrapped his arms around your form, pressing a gentle kiss to your crown.

Yeah, you'd spend hours hunched over a painting if it meant being pampered by his attention like this.

Author's Note: Funny thing is, I actually painted a butterfly in a similar fashion to what was described in this fic not too long ago. It took forever.

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Day 15 - Raven (Lucifer)

10/16/2023 - 10/20/2023

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 779

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Gender: GN

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"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary..."

You look at the figure laying on your lap, staring at your eyes. In any other case, you'd find the act slightly unnerving, but for once, his garnet eyes were softened.

Reading glasses lay in the waves of his hair, and you gently plucked them from his crown, and placed them aside.

"Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--"

He hummed, the sound so quiet and low that the only clue of its existence was the gentle rumble that his body emitted from on top of you. You stop reading for a moment. A second passes. So does another. No mellow-toned words. Then you continue.

"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;" you raise your voice accordingly to the words you read, "And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor." The poem continued steadily, and he closed his eyes as it progressed, still, but awake.

"But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping." You smile at this line, and he hears it in the way you recite the lines as though you had done so many times. In truth, you most probably had, if your detailed and amorous description of the poem was anything to go off of. "And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door."

There was a certain rhythmn to your voice. It bobbed at the end of each line - a pattern. At the moment, he couldn't tell where the story would go. The imagery created by the words, so descriptive as they were, painted a dreary scene. There hadn't necessarily been anything to point to a tragedy, yet it felt melancholic.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before..."

Now that sounded familiar. It reminded him of the times of the past. The memories from ages long forgotten. He had never been able to quite put them into words before. However, it was at this moment that he realized, if he were to have in fact worded his misery, they would sound a little something like this.

"And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!""--

Another character? Perhaps the raven from which the title was (assumably) derived from finally makes an appearance? And from there, it was nothing but misery in that story.

"Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."" You sneak more and more glances at his face. That was the first nevermore. From this point onwards, there would be nothing for the narrator but grief, longing, and sadness. Your lover, though eyes still closed, had his brows scrunched, and if you didn't know any better (which you did know better), you'd think he was fully immersed in the story (which he was).

You read through the Raven's grim words. You read through the narrator's sorrow. You read through the disheartening story, all the way to the very end.

"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted--nevermore!"

Your reading comes to an end. A second passes. So does another. But this time, a mellow-toned voice inquires, "Is that the end?"

You smile at his question. "Mm, it is." Setting the poem aside, not far from his glasses, you lean towards your lover. "What do you think?"

Your breath tickles his face. "It was a rather depressing story." He finally bears his sanguine eyes at you once more. "Truth be told, I expected witchcraft. Or something to do with Mammon. Not a lover's passing."

A giggle, obnoxious in nature, escapes your throat. He raises an eyebrow at this. "Aren't you glad I didn't tell you anything about the story until I started reading?"

"Honestly speaking, I would have still preferred at the very least, some sort of understanding of the nature of the story," He lightly glares at you, "But knowing you, there is some manner of enjoyment to be gained from this."

"You'd be very right about that dear~"

"I believe you understand that coming from a demon, this holds significance, but you're downright evil-"

He didn't even need to look at you to know you wear a smug grin on your face with every ounce of pride you could muster. No, he could feel it. He would never understand just why you enjoyed such dark stories, much less how you could bring yourself to laugh at the endings of said stories, but he didn't care. It wasn't meant for him to understand. Simply to experience.

Author's Note: I am falling behind with this event, so basically, I'm speedrunning my writing fics right now-

Rest assured, things will be back onto track soon enough (hopefully sooner rather than later).

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Blog Event: Vera's Hauntober Event 2023

❧ Welcome to this year's Hauntober! Grab a pumpkin spice latte (if that floats your boat), your comfiest blanket, and make yourself comfortable (and some candy corns while you're at it) and prepare yourself for 31 days of spooky season fanfics!

❧ Duration: October 1st, 2023 — October 31st, 2023

❧ Prompt List:

❧ Characters:

◦ Katsuki Bakugou (My Hero Academia)

◦ Hitoshi Shinsou (My Hero Academia)

◦ Lucifer (Obey Me: Shall We Date)

◦ Azul Ashengrotto (Twisted Wonderland)

◦ Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)

◦ Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland)

◦ Kyoya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club)

◦ Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

◦ Osamu Dazai (Bungou Stray Dogs)

◦ Fyodor Dostoevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs)

❧ Description: Come along as I write a fanfic for every day of October! Each day has different prompt, and each character will have three fanfics written for them in total by the end of the event. I will be keeping the characters' schedules a secret, so be on the lookout for your faves!

❧ Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything

Would you like to be tagged for this event? Let me know in the comments or in my inbox and I will be sure to add you!

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Day 18 - Toad (Osamu Dazai)

10/19/2023 - 10/26/2023

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x Reader

Word Count: 439

Warnings: Reader catches toads like children catch fireflies.

Gender: AFAB

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"Ew." Your lover so graciously commented from over your shoulder.

"It's not ew Osamu. It's adorable!

"Where'd I find you again, Belladonna?" He asked with a shake of his head.

"Actually, I was the one who found you. In a garbage bin of all things." Dazai hummed at the memory, smiling at the sheer silliness of it. "In hindsight, I probably should have left you there."

He whipped his back at you, shock painted across his face.

"You wound me so!"

"Good. Now, help me find more toads."

Knowing he wasn't going to have your full attention on him any time soon, Dazai conceded with your request, and braved himself for the unlikely event that he stumbles upon a toad, and oh my god why is there one right in front of him?

And more importantly, why is it staring almost expectantly at him?

Moving aside, Dazai realized why.

The amphibian just wanted him to move so that it could be on its merry way.

The toad in question looked brown and bumpy and boring, but that one action piqued his interest. Adjusting his raincoat closer to his body, Dazai let the light speckles of rain hit his coat as he followed the toad (albeit it from a safe distance).

But pretty soon enough, he got bored, and went back to you. Standing next to a pond, you were squinting at the water with a bucket in your hand.

"What's the bucket for?"

"Oh great, you're back! Without any warning, you hand him the bucket that was actually much heavier than it looked becase of the dirt and water you'd put in it. "You hold the bucket while I scoop up the toads and put them in!"

Seeing your excitement, Dazai tried to push down his queasiness and held the bucket as steadily as he could. He wasn't afraid of toads, but he certainly didn't want to spend his weekend searching hunting for them with his girlfriend.

Plop.

Looking down, he saw the toad being gently set into the bucket. The poor thing tried to jump out, but was unable to.

Dazai hadn't even seen you catch the toad.

Now paying attention to your figure, he realized that you'd taken them from the pond itself, expertly catching them with your bare hands as though you'd been doing it for years (which knowing you, you probably have).

Sneaking a glance at your (thankfully, waterproof) watch to check the time. Just an hour or two and they'd finally be able to go home and take a nice warm bath together and cuddle and most importantly, get away from all the ickyiness.

He just had to hold on for a little while longer. How hard could it possibly be?

Author's Note: Thank you so much @chernabogs for giving me an idea of how toad-catching goes! I hope you enjoyed this fic!

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Day 14 - Spider (Katsuki Bakugou)

10/16/2023 - 10/17/2023

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 247

Warnings: Cussing (it's Bakuchu), and spiders

Gender: GN

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"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Bakugou looked up from his gauntlets. Within half a second, the said explosion hero was bolting it towards the direction of the scream, ready to pulverize a bitch.

He threw open the door, fists already cracking explosions, carmine eyes frantically looking around the room. "What the fuck happened? Where's he at?"

You look up at him, from your crouched position on the floor. "What are you talking about?"

Bewildered, and still high off adrenaline, Bakugou asked, "I heard you scream. Who's ass do I have to pummel all the way down to hell?" He was heaving, but the explosions he had been creating had reduced significantly to the size of little sparks.

"Ohhhh, that-" You drawl out. Katsuki furrows his eyes. "It's nothing bad, I promise." Now he was getting pissed again. "It's just that I found this realy cute spider~"

Yeah, he was pissed.

"I nearly blew up this house 'cuz I thought you were getting your ass murdered in cold blood." He stepped closer.

"Uhhhh, hey Katsuki?" Your grin slowly fell into a frown as he took another step closer. "Katsuki?"

With the way he stalked over to you, it was basically natural instinct at this point to hold the spider close to your chest, as though such an act would save either of you.

Finally, he reached you and your new spider friend.

"I'm giving you five seconds to fucking run for your li-"

You didn't even need to hear the full sentence.

Author's Note: Ignore the fact that this was late-

Plus, it was very rushed, and admittedly not one of my favorites.

But on a more serious note, this is the last Katsuki fic for this event! Though you won't be seeing anything new of him in the rest of Vera's Hauntober 2023, you can definitely request more fics of him (which I'll be getting to as soon as this event stops kicking my behind).

See you in the next fic!

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Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 8 - Lantern (Katsuki Bakugou)

10/04/2023 - 10/06/2023

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 574

Warnings: Cursing, courtesy of Bakugou

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything

Notes: Can be considered a sequel to this fic, but can also be read as a stand alone!

"C'mon Katsuki!" Y/N yelled, pulling said blonde's arm.

Deja vu.

That's what this felt like. But Bakugou knew where he had witnessed this scene before. It wasn't too long ago, actually. In fact, it was just a week prior that his lovely girlfriend had dragged him out to a pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins and also subsequently saw and dragged him to a corn maze at the farm, which he ended up burning down-

But that's a story for another day.

Right now, Bakugou had one main goal. No scratch that, three main goals. He had to make sure that they finished carving out the pumpkins as quickly as they could, make sure that Y/N didn't have any accidents with the sharp utensils they'd be using, and make sure that the two of them got to cuddle afterwards.

Simple enough goals.

"Okay, so I'm going to hand you a Sharpie, and you're going to sketch out the general faces and stuff onto the pumpkins, okay?" Y/N instructed Bakugou.

"I'm not a fucking child, I know what to do dumbass," Katsuki huffed.

"Just saying~"

And so the pair got to work on decorating their pumpkins. Y/N kept a watchful eye on Katsuki, making sure that he didn't butcher the faces, and was pleasantly surprised to see that his faces were actually decent. Meanwhile, Katsuki kept a watchful eye on Y/N, making sure that she didn't cut her hands or something, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she hadn't done anything of the sort.

Pretty quickly, Bakugou finished drawing the faces on the pumpkins and turned to Y/N, asking her to hand over the utensils he'd need to scoop out the flesh from the pumpkins and start carving them out.

Y/N had her "spooky" playlist playing on her phone which was sat in some obscure corner of the table. They sat in comfortable silence, doing their respective jobs, and occasionally, Y/N would talk about whatever crossed her mind, and Katsuki would listen.

"What do you think of this one?" Y/N asked, holding up the pumpkin she'd been working on. Looking at the thing, Bakugou couldn't help but feel the corners of his lips twitch.

The face was lopsided (purposefully so). It had a silly expression which if anyone else had carved the pumpkin, Bakugou would have straight up said looked stupid, but it was made by Y/N. It still looked stupid, but it was admittedly funnier.

"Now for the best part!" Y/N squealed.

Raising an eyebrow, Bakugou awaited further explanation.

"The candles~" Y/N pulled out a whole box of artificial candles. "We're going to use these fake candles for most of the pumpkins, but for some of the ones that we'll keep inside the house, we'll use real candles." Bakugou nodded along, already assembling the candles into their respective pumpkins.

It didn't take too long for the two of them to finish placing the candles, and much less time to actually prop up the jack o' lanterns wherever Y/N had decided to prop them up in.

Gently tugging Bakugou's arm, Y/N lead him to the sofa. Lying down on the sofa, Y/N said, "c'mere babe," and opened her arms wide for the blonde to nestle into her figure. He let her run her fingers through his scalp, the feeling warm and pleasant as he eventually dozed off to sleep.

Author's Note: I want me a Katsuki in real life but we all know that ain't happening anytime soon-

As I mentioned before, this is a sequel of sorts to the first day of this Hauntober event, and I really wanted to make it about jack o' lanterns. There were a few other ideas I had for the lantern concept, but of course the pumpkins won me over (and so did Katsuki), so here I am.

I've gotta say, I'm happy with how far I'm coming with Hauntober (even if the fics are a lot smaller than what I'm typically used to writing), and I can't wait to write the rest of the prompts!

See you in the next fic!

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