#13 days of spookstober

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Hot Chocolate [Spookstober]

Day 5 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The 100.

No matter how many times she practices, Clarke can never make Hot Chocolate the way that Lexa can on a crisp Fall night.

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“Hot chocolate for Clarke!” The barista called out, double-taking as the blonde woman came up to grab the drink from her hands. “Hot chocolate for Clarke?”

“That’s me.” The blonde nodded, taking her cup.

The barista took another moment to observe the woman, before clicking her tongue with a smirk. “Well, that was not what I was expecting.”

The blonde, Clarke, raised an eyebrow, huffing her breath slightly. “And what is that supposed to mean, I get it, I have a guys name but that’s hardly for y-”

“No... You misunderstand. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“How did you mean it then?!” Her voice was angry, annoyed, and entirely unimpressed by the interaction

“I just didn’t think that a girl like you would be interested in a drink like this.” The barista, whose name tag read Lexa, smirked a little at Clarke’s and her fury. “It seems like your kind of drink is very different.”

“Oh? And what do you think my normal drink is?” Raising an eyebrow, Clarke could only interrogate.

“Pumpkin Spice Latte.”

“Oh, well that’s insulting.”

“How so?” Lexa smirked, eyes never leaving the blonde’s as she mixed up another drink, turning only to hand it to the owner, before she was glancing back at Clarke, the smile on her face getting brighter.

“I have a friend who’s a barista, it’s like you’re calling me basic, for getting a Pumpkin Spice Latte.”

“That’s not at all what I’m saying, predictable however, might be a better word.” The longer Clarke stared at Lexa, the more annoyed she got, everything about her set Clarke on edge; lips, eyes, and that stupid smirk that set up permanent residence on her face.

“I am not predictable!” Clarke argued back.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you take a drink of your hot chocolate, see if I made it up to your standards?”

“I will!” Clarke paused, popping the top of her drink and taking a long sip, wincing at first before the taste settled in and she smiled with joy. “It’s delicious.”

“That’s pumpkin spice in there.” 

God damn it.

“Fine...” She paused, “You caught me. I don’t normally order, or really even drink hot chocolate.”

Lexa smiled, victory, but she wasn’t quite finished with the blonde yet. “And, what’s your normal order?”

“A Pumpkin Spice Latte.”

“Ah...” She trailed off, before the quirk came back to her lip and she teased Clarke with a grin. “Predictable.”

“I am not predictable.” Her argument had lost strength though, she could no longer say that with as much conviction as she had before, she was caught.

With this, Lexa leaned over the count, her finger beckoning Clarke over. The blonde listened, ducking her head in like they were trying to be secretive, despite the only people left in the little coffee shop being the two of them, another barista, and a little old woman seated off in a corner with a book.

“Predictable doesn’t always mean bad.” Clarke could not keep herself from staring at Lexa, eyes following, heart racing. “It can mean dependable, reliable.”

“Let’s go out this weekend.” Clarke blurted out suddenly, hoping to catch the barista off guard. “Just you and I... How’s that for being predictable?”

Lexa’s eyes shone and a small chuckle escaped her.

“Look at the side of your cup.”

And Clarke did, her fingers moving to show numbers, Lexa’s cell phone number to be more specific.

“How did you do that?”

“Pre-” Lexa started, only to get cut off by an unamused glare. “I’ve seen you come in every day for three weeks straight, you spend the whole time staring at me...” She explained, the slightest tinge of red gracing across her cheeks.

Clarke also blushed, though hers was noticeably darker, harder to hide. She had thought she was being discreet, that the barista hadn’t noticed her, when the truth was that everyone probably had saw the way she stared at Lexa day after day.

“You always order a Pumpkin Spice Latte, but today you got a hot chocolate... I figured something must be up, and so I took a chance. Wrote my number.”

“And proceeded to tease me?”

“I prefer to call it flirting with you. It worked though, didn’t it? Gave you the courage to finally ask me?” 

If there was a physically possible way for Clarke to go another few shades darker, that’s exactly what she would have done. Her lips pursed as she refused to admit how right Lexa was, the banter back and forth, it had her at ease, it made it so that asking wasn’t so difficult, just another piece of banter.

“So, what are you doing Friday?” Clarke whispered.

“I’m off at 7, so, how about drinks?”

“I’d love that.” Clarke smiled, looking back at her cup and the smile grew, “I’ll call you, later on this week?”

“Can’t wait.” Lexa watched as the blonde left the coffee shop, the smile sticking on her face not only for the rest of her shift, but for the rest of her week.

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“Hot Chocolate, Clarke?” Lexa teased as she came into the kitchen to watch her wife unpack the groceries over the table, a couple of cannisters of hot chocolate mix taking up residence in the corner of the table. “It’s October, I thought you’d be all over the Pumpkin Spice crap on the store shelves?”

In three years, the joke had never ended between them. From the months of October to February, Lexa would make Clarke her Pumpkin Spice Latte each morning as they got ready to go to work.

“I shouldn’t be drinking coffee right now.” Clarke said softly, her back turned to Lexa, smile just barely concealed on her face as she kept unpacking.

“Oh, and why’s that?” Lexa knew how to play along.

“Coffee’s not really good for babies.”

It was a simple statement, short and sweet, but the moment Clarke heard the gasp, she knew her wife had heard every word of it. Seconds later she was being spun around by the brunette, her grin spreading from cheek to cheek.

“You’re... We’re...” Lexa couldn’t get the words out.

Clarke nodded, her heart exploding as she was lifted and spun around by Lexa, the brunette dropping gentle kisses to every single inch of her face; forehead, cheeks, and finally lips. Over and over.

“But...” Clarke stopped her. “You’ll have to teach me how to make your hot chocolate, because I haven’t stopped craving it since I found out.”

“Well, that’s because you and the baby are a little...”

“A little what, Lex?”

“Predictable.”

#the 100 #clarke griffin #commander lexa #fanfiction #the coffee shop au nobody asked for #13 days of spookstober #clexa #lexa woods #clarke and lexa #clarke x lexa

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Corn Maze [Spookstober]

Day 6 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The Half of It.

Aster Flores and Ellie Chu get lost in a Corn Maze, when Paul comes to find them, he realizes that they may have gotten lost on purpose.

Warning: Not safe for work, aka Smut.

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“Are you sure he won’t come looking for us?” Aster whispered breathlessly, a soft sigh escaping her as Ellie continued her assault on the brunette’s neck.

“No,” Ellie murmured between kisses, her lips hot on her girlfriend’s skin, “We left him at the ring toss, he’s a jock, he’ll be there hours trying to win every prize.”

“I just-” Aster cut herself off with a loud gasp as Ellie found her pulse point, sucking at it roughly, hands resting on her waist. “Don’t want to be- jesus!”

Ellie’s fingers slipped underneath the thin fabric of Aster’s shirt, her hands ice cold but also burning against the bare skin of Aster’s sides. “Interrupted!”

“That’s why I picked the corn maze...” Ellie settled on, lifting Aster onto her hips with ease, a subtle reminder of just how built the woman actually was. 

The next few minutes neither one of them spoke; Aster wrapping her legs around Ellie’s hips as the woman carried her to a hay bale not far away, Ellie laying her down with the gentlest of ease before ravishing her with kisses that got hotter and less innocent with each passing moment.

At first her lips stayed on Aster’s neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh in ways that had Aster moaning softly, anticipation swirling in her.

Then her lips slid across Aster’s collarbone, each kiss punctuated with a small groan as Ellie found herself slipping between Aster’s legs, her body pressing against her with the gentlest of touches, desire growing in both of them.

As Ellie’s lips fell to Aster’s chest, what could be seen through the fabric of her shirt, the brunette wasted no time in pulling Ellie in closer to her, a soft groan escaping her lips and begging on Ellie’s mercy.

“Please...” She whined.

“Are you sure?” Ellie had to ask, between kisses over top of Aster’s blouse. “We can wa-”

“I need you.”

In those words, the matter was settled; Aster pulling her shirt over her head until her bare chest was exposed to the air, no, exposed to Ellie. Ellie acted as well, her lips finding the perfect swell of Aster’s breast, hands pulling Aster closer to her as she licked and teased at the peaks of her girlfriends chest.

A noise escaped Aster that had Ellie choke on air.

Ellie slipped Aster’s shirt underneath of her, a barrier between the rough hay and the perfect, unmarred skin of her love’s back. Moments later she pushed the brunette on top of the hay, her own body slipping until she was directly over Aster, kissing her again.

As Ellie’s fingers teased at Aster’s jeans, the brunette let out a gasp of delight that had them both groaning.

Ellie’s lips found Aster’s again, her tongue slipping inside of her mouth to explore it delicately, and then Ellie’s hand found it’s way past the waistband of Aster’s jeans and Aster bit down on Ellie’s lip, pulling the sensitive flesh towards her as she hungrily deepened the kiss.

“Touch me...” She gasped into Ellie’s mouth, the other woman wasting no time in obeying her, fingers splaying across the front of Aster’s panties, feeling how wet the brunette was already.

“Mmm, baby...” Ellie moaned, loving the way that Aster’s hips arched up to meet her hand, desperate for release. “God, you are amazing.” She sang her praises as her fingers slipped between Aster’s legs and began to rub her slowly, lovingly.

Aster laid her head back against the hay, her own hands moving to Ellie’s shoulders and squeezing them tightly as the woman increased the pace of her rubbing. Aster was desperate for release, the very thought of Ellie making her desire pool beneath her.

“Aster, I love you...” Ellie whispered, her lips slipping back down to Aster’s chest, teasing those peaks again as her fingers worked her girlfriend, a finger slipping inside of the brunette slowly.

“Unnnghhh.” Aster nearly screamed, her hips moving to meet Ellie at each thrust inside of her, the raven-haired woman taking good care to be gentle, to be searing, to be everything that Aster had ever wanted.

“I love you too.” Aster groaned, her breath getting shorter and more uneven as she moved against Ellie. She was desperate, so desperate and only Ellie could give her the release she wanted.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Ellie repeated with each thrust, before Aster’s legs were clamping around her arm, and the brunette came undone, a shriek on her lips as she clung to her girlfriend desperately.

Ellie held Aster tightly, letting her ride the waves of her pleasure before slowly pulling out of her. Aster didn’t let go though, dragging Ellie down onto the hay stack with her as she slipped her body overtop of Ellie’s and kissed her hard, kissed her frantically.

“I’m far from done with you.”

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Paul won three stuffed bears, a stuffed giraffe, two squirt guns and a fake flower before he decided that it was enough presents for his two bestfriends.

Dropping everything off at the car, he figured that it was getting late enough, and the carnival was shutting down enough that they probably should be getting on their way. With his luck, he could convince them to watch a movie at Ellie’s before they’d all say goodnight and go their separate ways.

The only issue was that he had absolutely no idea where Aster and Ellie had gone while he was playing.

He vaguely remembered Ellie mumbling something to Aster about taking a walk in the corn maze, and figured that was where he would start his search.

Paul was about halfway into the corn maze when he heard the first moan, and his heart stopped.

One of his friends was in trouble!

He was about to rush towards the sound, when another moan filled his ears, followed by the unmistakable sound of panting, and screaming...

Screaming in not a bad way.

Going bright red, he froze where he was... The next moan he heard was followed by the cry of “Oh, Aster!” And he knew exactly what was going on.

At first he blushed about six shades of red, and then he turned on his heel and all but ran out of the maze... He’d wait in the car for them to come back, or maybe he’d go spend more money on prizes, anything to distract him from what he had been hearing.

He’d never mention it to them, no that was far too embarrassing, and not just for him, for them too.

Paul was a good guy, afterall.

In fact, he was such a good guy, that on his way back to the car, he saw a few teenagers entering the maze and went out of his way to tell them (in his best, I’m in charge, voice) that the corn maze was closed for the night and they needed to leave.

He was not good enough of a guy to avoid the smirk that fell across his face when Aster and Ellie came back to the car, both of their hair messed up, hay everywhere and Aster’s shirt was on backwards.

After all, they kind of deserved that.

#the half of it #aster and ellie #ellie and aster #aster flores #ellie chu #paul munsky #alexxis lemire #leah lewis #daniel diemer #fanfiction #fanfic idea #smut #first time i've written smut guys #soft smut #i may rewrite this later in depth #13 days of spookstober

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Scary Movie [Spookstober]

Day 10 of 13 Days of Spookstober: Wynonna Earp.

There's a reason why Nicole Haught both hates and loves watching Scary Movies at the Earp residence; on one hand, Waverly always gets spooked and insists on cuddling her, on the other hand... Wynonna also gets spooked and insists on cuddling too.

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“What did you pick tonight, Wynonna?” Waverly asked excitedly, putting the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the coffee table before settling down on the couch, curling up against Nicole for comfort.

“Ready or Not!” She grinned, dashing into the room with nothing more on than a thin tank top and pair of booty shorts. “It’s this new horror movie that just-”

A chorus of groans echoes around the room.

“What? What did I do wrong?” She feigned innocence, moving to the DVD player and slipping the disc in before bounding over to the couch and settling herself in right beside Nicole, much to the redhead’s annoyance and lack of surprise.

“Not another horror movie...” Doc sighed from his spot in what Wynonna dubbed his ‘Grandpa Chair’.

“What’s wrong with a horror movie?” Wynonna smirked, fixing him with a knowing look as she stretched out on the couch, using Nicole as a pillow.

Waverly whimpered, tightening her grip on her girlfriend. “You know I get scared, Wynonna!”

The older woman fixed Nicole a smug grin, “Then I guess I just did you a favour Haughty-Shawty.”

“No... You didn’t.” Nicole rolled her eyes, before wrapped an arm protectively around Waverly, the young brunette curling into her with a soft grin that made her heart feel like it was floating in air.

“Why not?” Wynonna teased, reaching out to hit the play button on the remote, starting the movie.

“Because you also get scared...”

Wynonna scoffed. “I do not!”

If the phrase ‘famous last words’ could be more true, then it would have applied to that very moment as Wynonna sputtered and vehemently denied her fear.

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Almost an hour and a half later, Nicole Haught was caught in the middle of a very hot and sweaty Earp sister sandwich... just not in a fun way.

On one side of her, Waverly Earp was wrapped around her arm, face tucked into her shoulder and letting out small and adorable squeaks of terror as the people on screen exploded into tiny sacks of meat. Nicole had her arm wrapped around Waverly tightly, keeping her safe and secure from horrors on screen.

On the other side of her, Wynonna Earp had her forearm in a vice grip, head crushing Nicole’s bicep as the older woman screamed - no, high pitch shrieked at everything happening. With each shriek would follow another squeeze of Nicole’s arm until she felt numb from the wrist up. Nicole’s other arm was resting against Wynonna’s face, trying to push the brunette off of her to no avail.

As the movie came to an end, so did what little patience that Nicole had. The redhead had the courtesy though to wait for the end credits before wrenching her arm back from Wynonna with a grumpy pout as she tried not to disturb Waverly.

“Whew!” Wynonna, like clockwork, would stretch her arms out in relief, a grin coming across her face at another horror movie down. “It’s a good thing that none of us get scared easily, that was almost boring!”

Three sets of eyes would turn to glare at her as she’d pretend to pat herself down (despite not having anywhere to hide a gun anyways) and mention that she ‘accidentally’ forgot Peacemaker upstairs and would Doc or Nicole help her with patrol around the Homestead since their guns were always ready.

Nicole would volunteer, Nicole would always volunteer. It was more of a voluntold by Waverly.

The two would go out in their pajamas...

The night would end shortly afterwards.

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Nicole loved movie nights with the family, but she absolutely hated when it was Wynonna’s turn to pick.

It wasn’t because she’d spend the whole movie as a human shield for the two Earp sisters, getting jostled and shook whenever something scary happened.

It wasn’t because of the midnight patrols around the Homestead, Nicole forced to go first because Wynonna ‘had to hold up the back for safety’.

It wasn’t even because Waverly needed to have some sort of light on in the room immediately afterwards, even though Nicole hated sleeping with the light on.

It was because without fail, each movie night that was a horror movie, ended in the exact same way.

Nicole would go to sleep with Waverly in her arms, pressed against her body like the brunette had always meant to fit there, their arms and legs entwined like they just fit like two pieces of a puzzle.

And without fail, Nicole would wake up only an hour or two later to find herself shoved against the edge of the bed, barely any blanket covering her shivering body... Waverly on the exact opposite side of the bed, as somehow Wynonna had managed to crawl directly between the two of them.

Nicole would spend the night with Wynonna’s elbow in her face, her foot in her spleen, a knee in the back of her head and a fist in her face, or all of the above.

And to top it all off, Wynonna snored.

#fanfiction #fanfic idea #13 days of spookstober #wynonna earp #wayhaught #waverly earp #nicole haught #doc holliday

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Pumpkin Carving [Spookstober]

Day 1 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The Half of It.

It's a competition of artistic freedom versus technical application when Aster Flores and Ellie Chu go head to head in a Pumpkin Carving Contest for beginners.

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“Look, guys, I found us all a pumpkin!” Paul proudly proclaimed, lugging his orange pieces of treasure into the tiny kitchen of his two bestfriend’s apartment.

They had sent him out for a pumpkin pie, and maybe some vanilla icecream, or a can of whipped cream.

Not for actual picked from the earth pumpkins.

Yet, he was so excited that neither of them could bare turn him down or laugh. He picked the pumpkins with love, it was clear from how gently he placed them in front of each girl, saving the most flawed for himself.

“I haven’t carved one of these in about five years!” Paul smiled, rubbing the dirt off of his pumpkin with a spare napkin and the ice water from his glass.

“I’ve never carved one.” Aster cut in, shrugging her shoulders as Pauls mouth fell open and he stared.

“What?” He sputtered. “How have you never carved...”

“Halloween is a pagan holiday, my Dad’s a Deacon.”

“Oh, right.”

“I’ve never carved a pumpkin either.” Ellie interrupts Paul’s gawking, taking the brunt of his confusion and appall onto herself. “Not because of religion.”

If Paul is boggled at the fact that Aster has never carved a pumpkin, Ellie not having carved one either completely does him in. His mouth has dropped open in permanent bewilderment and his eyes wide.

“That’s it, we are going to carve as many pumpkins as we can find!” Paul is enthusiastic once more, determined to right the wrong that has been done to his friends, to bring them peace and utter salvation.

... And Paul just really likes pumpkins.

“A couple? Wouldn’t one be enough?”

“No, Ellie, the first few pumpkins are never any good, we have to get you guys  practice for the big night.”

If he wasn’t taking it so seriously, Aster would have almost laughed at how particular he is about picking knives for each of them, and carving tools.

“I’ve written six takes on Romeo and Juliet in three and a half days before, I hardly think slicing up a pumpkin is going to be hard for me, Paul, come on...”

“I agree, it’s all about artistic creativity.”

Ellie fixes Aster with a stare. “Hardly, it’s clearly a task that focuses on technical precision over creativity.”

“You’re wrong.” Aster rebuffs. "You’re trying to create something out of a fruit, that’s art not technicality.”

“It uses knives, Aster, that’s precision. One wrong cut and you could compromise the entire structure.”

“We’ll see then, who can carve the better pumpkin.”

“Oh you are on, Flores, don’t challenge the best.”

Watching between the two girls like a tennis match, Paul jumped in the moment that the girls swiped the knives out of his hands. “Remember guys, it’s supposed to be all in the name of Halloween fun!”

“Can it Munsky, you’re the one who’ll be judging!”

“Aw, crap.”

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Three hours and forty-seven minutes later, Paul was woken up from his place napping on the table by the unison slamming of pumpkins down beside his head.

“Arghh!” He yelped, flying out of his seat.

“It’s time to judge, Paul.” Aster smirked, voice soft and sweet, before turning to her girlfriend and sticking her tongue out. “On who carved the best pumpkin.”

Ellie frowned and shook her head, “No fair, you can’t flirt with him, he’s judging the pumpkins simply on design, not which one of us he likes more!”

“I would never use flirting against you, I just want him to say that your pumpkin is not as good as mine.”

“Good luck, just remember who’s bestfriend he is.”

Paul shrugged his shoulders, eyes opening wide once more when the two turned to him expectantly, waiting for his verdict on the pumpkin quandry.

“I... well... can’t they both be nice?”

“No, you have to pick a winner.” The girls spoke in unison, both determined to win the challenge, before turning their pumpkins to face him for judgement.

Ellie’s was straight lines and precise cuts; the etchings of the monsters wrinkles done with techniques that Paul didn’t even know of the pumpkin carving world. It was technical and well constructed, every notch made for a purpose, but lacked a little bit of oomph.

Aster’s was messy; the cut of the pumpkins were wild and some were out of place, pieces had chipped off and frayed, but it had soul. Her monster was terrifying, and creative. Aster having made good work of the entire surface with a little bit of zing.

Paul honestly couldn’t decide.

Creative but messy and not likely to last to Halloween? Precise with every cut made clean, but a little on the boring side? Paul hated this game.

“Can I show you mine first?” He smiled, hoping to buy himself time before he had to pick his poison.

“Fine, but then you’re picking a winner.” Ellie agreed.

“You’ll be picking me as the winner.” Aster teased, bumping her hip against her girlfriend’s playfully.

Only thing was, as Paul turned his pumpkin around to reveal a simple yet effective design, both girls gasped and the competition no longer seemed vital.

Etched out in sloppy, gritty, rough cuts of the pumpkin were the letters “E + A = <3″. Nothing else.

“Oh, Paul.” Aster whispered, wrapping an arm around Ellie and dipping her head against her neck, a blush of red creeping up her skin and to her cheeks.

“It’s beautiful, man.” Ellie pressed her lips against Aster’s forehead, their brutal contest all but forgotten. “Alright, let’s grab some pumpkin pie, since *I* went out to get it, knowing that you would forget.”

As the girls left the dining room (and the gooey mess of three carved pumpkins) behind to grab some pie from the fridge, Paul grinned from ear to ear.

“Distracting them with their love...” He murmured, cheekily smirking as he shook his head staring at his poorly-carved but well thought out five-minute competition-ending pumpkin, "It works everytime!”

#The Half of It #fanfiction #fanfic idea #13 days of spookstober #aster flores #ellie chu #paul munsky #ellister #ellie and aster #aster and ellie #leah lewis #alexxis lemire #daniel diemer

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Haunted House [Spookstober]

Day 4 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The Haunting of Bly Manor.

It's hard to get scared in a fake Haunted House when you live in one of the most Haunted Houses in existences, but still Jamie likes the way that Dani clings onto her when the actors yell, "Boo!"

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“Jesus Christ!” Came the screech from Dani as a costumed actor popped around the corner in a werewolf mask and howled at her. The blonde jumped practically out of her skin and desperately clung to Jamie for security as they walked past the actor, and turned down another hall of the haunted house attraction they were walking through.

A sly smirk fell over Jamie’s face, and she just barely refrained from saying something before another actor in a white Ghostface mask popped up, causing her terrified girlfriend to shriek once more.

“I got ya, Poppins.” Her voice lilted as she rubbed small circles over Dani’s back to reassure her. “Nothing’s going to go bump in the night, I swear.”

The blonde fixed her with a small glare, before she jumped again, practically into Jamie’s arms and clung onto her with both hands, her eyes wide in fear.

At this, Jamie’s tone softened and her eyes took on a worried look. “Baby, if you’re really this scared, why’d you suggest coming here for date night?”

Her fingers splayed out against Dani’s arm, the small circles moving to her wrists and anywhere that Jamie could feel the quickening of Dani’s pulse point.

All was fun and games until she felt the chill of her girlfriend’s skin, and realized the younger woman had goosebumps running up and down both arms. Then, Jamie was no longer having so much fun, if it meant that Dani was in such terror over costumes and decor.

“I wanted you all to enjoy yourselves...” She murmured, glancing at the children, Miles and Flora just ahead of them, giggling at the different masks and monsters, before turning her head slightly to look back at the couple, Owen and Hannah, behind them that were holding hands and laughing at the thrills.

Dani clued in immediately, her heart aching even more for the beautiful woman in front of her than it ever did. Always putting others in front of her, even at the risk of her own sanity. “Dani...” She whispered.

“I would have enjoyed even just staying home if it meant I was with you.” Jamie lamented, her fingers sliding down Dani’s arm until she reached her hand, she slipped her fingers between Dani’s and held on. “Every moment with you, I enjoy myself, got it?”

A small smile stretched over Dani’s face and she nodded slowly. It was at this time that a knife-wielding clown decided to pop out of a room up ahead, and as quick as the smile had fallen over Dani, it had disappeared as she screeched once more.

“How about we get out of here?” 

“Please...” Dani begged as the brunette clung tightly to her, and all but dragged her to an exit, giving a quick glance at Owen to ensure he was fine with the kids before she helped her love make her escape (an unlocked fire exit) from the ‘Horrors of Achey Villa’.

As they made it to the crisp autumn air, Dani took it in by the lung full, practically gasping in relief. 

It was when Jamie realized just how terrified Dani was, that it hit her that it hadn’t been an under exaggeration, the shuddery breath and trembling. “Darling, you're safe, you’re with me.” 

Dani ducked her head against Jamie’s, pressing her forehead to the brunette’s, hands never leaving the other woman’s. “I just really don’t like getting scared.”

Letting out a bit of a laugh, Jamie had the decency to look thoroughly chastised when Dani glared back at her, before bringing up the obvious ironic elephant in the room. “It’s a bunch of underpaid teens, love, we live in an actual haunted house... How is this scarier?”

The inevitable question.

“I look at Bly, and I don’t see it as scary.” Dani started, flinching slightly as a scream came from the direction of the haunted house, only relaxing as Jamie pulled her in closer. “I see it as the place where I met my family; Owen, Hannah, Flora, Miles...” She wrapped her arms around Jamie’s waist to steady herself.

“It’s where I met you...” The briefest of smiles fell back to Dani’s face, “I see the halls and think about kissing you, or the kitchen, where I first saw you. It doesn’t scare me, because I look around, and all I see is you.”

The smile on Jamie’s face grew bigger with every word that Dani spoke, her arms resting around the woman, not really caring who could see the two embrace.

“It doesn’t scare me because it’s our home.”

“That it is.”

“And once upon a time, I used to be scared of the word ‘home’, but with you? Home is the best word I’ve ever heard.” Dani stroked Jamies cheek with her thumb until the brunette leaned in to drop a chaste but loving kiss across her lips. “You are my home.”

Jamie smirked once more, kissing her a little deeper, backing Dani against the wall of the haunted house.

The blonde’s heart raced from something other than fear as the two embraced, kissed, simply... existed in the space of each other’s soul.

They stood there for a while, curled around each other, lips grazing every few moments until voices had them both jumping to maintain composure.

“Well, children, should we find your guardians?” Hannah teased, her voice loud enough to be a warning should the Au Pair and Gardener be in a precarious position. The very thought making the housekeeper blush slightly, their young love a nice accompaniment to the love she and Owen shared.

“Over here.” Dani called, pulling away from Jamie enough for the children to run to her. “How was it?”

“Perfectly splendid!”

“Those masks were pretty ridiculous!”

“Why did you leave early, Dani?” Flora asked with concern, her hand wrapping around Dani’s free one as she began to walk with her favourite adult.

“Just got a little scared is all.” Dani answered, smiling at Miles who rushed over to grab Jamie’s free hand, the four walking all together. Like family, she mused.

“We shouldn’t have ran ahead, I could have kept you safe!” Miles insisted, his chest puffed out like the ten year old thought he was king of all fear.

Dani laughed.

Jamie grinned.

“No problem mate, I took care of her for you.” Jamie teased him, letting go of Miles long enough to ruffle up his hair. “I assume that’s okay with you, right?”

Miles froze for a moment, looking Jamie up and down before he grabbed her hand once more. “I suppose you’re the next best thing.” He settled with saying.

As the six of them walked away from the Haunted House attraction and to the car, back towards their own, every single one of them felt the familiar comfort of finally having a family again.

And that thought wasn’t scary at all.

#thobm #the haunting of bly manor #dani x jamie #dani clayton #thobm dani #thobm jamie #owen sharma #hannah grose #miles wingrave #flora wingrave #13 days of spookstober #fanfiction #canon compliant but not quite #if they hadn't all went their separate ways

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Harvest Festival [Spookstober]

Day 13 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The Haunting of Bly Manor.

Jamie plans to take Dani to the biggest Harvest Festival that the American has ever seen, and considering it's their first official date, she's determined to make sure that everything goes, well, perfectly splendid.

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“You should try the Caramel Apple, it’s delicious.” Jamie smiled, offering the sugary confection over to Dani, a grin on her face as the blonde leaned her head down and took a small bite from the apple.

“Mmm.” Came the small moan from Dani, a smile coming across her face as she looked back at the slightly amused Jamie. The brunette chuckled a little, ducking her head towards Dani to kiss off the caramel that was fixed to her chin, and then kissing her candy-coated and sugar-crusted lips.

Dani froze slightly. “Aren’t you afraid someone will see?” She was worried, ever since moving to England, the American had yet to see another gay couple... At least in America, or the places that she knew, you could spot them if you knew where to look.

Jamie didn’t share those fears though.

“Let them see, it’s our first real date, I don’t care who knows.” She said defiantly, crossing her arm over her chest before taking Dani’s hand with her other.

Dani blushed, a slight tinge of pink, before glancing forward at the two children who were also munching on their candy apples, matching looks of delight on their faces. “What about the kids?” She whispered.

“Uh... Poppins. We’ve been together for six months, I think the gremlins already know, and don’t rightly care about if we’re together or not.”

Had it really been six months? Dani couldn’t quite recall... It had been a whirlwind between Bly Manor, and getting custody of the children. But it had been worth it, Flora and Miles were happier now than they had ever been.

So what if the craziness had meant that Dani and Jamie were living together, raising children and legally a couple before even having a proper first date.

She wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Won’t they get teased if any of their classmates see?” She worried. When Jamie had said they were checking out the kid’s school Fall Carnival, and that it would be their first date, Dani’s immediate worry was what would the kids think if anyone saw them?

Her and Jamie had different views on the schooling system. Jamie was all tough-love and perseverance, where Dani was fitting in and avoiding chaos. 

Jamie wanted to be known as the kid’s guardian, she had fought hard enough for them to avoid the two winding up with a random third cousin twice-removed in Utah... She wanted to celebrate the fact that she won. She wanted to drop Miles off at basketball practice, take Flora to a Daddy-Daughter Dance (who cares if she wasn’t her Dad) and show up to parent-teacher night together with Dani, not apart.

Dani wanted their two children to live a normal life; they had been the strange children with the dead parents and au pair for so long that she wanted them to have a chance at normalcy. Normal was a Mom and a Dad. Not a Jamie and a Dani/sometimes Ma.

So Dani did the dropping off and picking up, Dani signed their permission forms, and Dani met with teachers on her lonesome to talk about why Flora drew two Mom’s for her ‘My Family’ picture, and why Miles had punched a kid for calling a girl in his class, a rude word for a lesbian.

Jamie planned the Harvest Fest date as a way to get past all of that and be a family for once in the dreadful little town that they had moved to after Bly.

“Have you met our children? I don’t think they’re going to let anyone talk badly about us... especially not about you.” Jamie teased, tightening her grip on Dani’s hand like she was afraid the blonde would pull away. “They love you too much!”

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“And is this your Mum, little one?” A kind old lady asked as Dani and Flora made their way to a skeeball set-up right outside of a carnival tent.

Dani froze, heart on the line and wanting to pull Flora away from the awkward question, from the pain the child must feel at having that mistaken-

“Yes!” Flora answered, taking the skeeballs from the woman with a smile on her face. “Mummy said she would win me a teddy, but I thought I’d try first.”

The woman nodded her head, fixing Dani with a knowing smile as the girl started to try to roll the balls into the hole with an extraordinary amount of confidence for a child who hadn’t gotten a single one.

Dani tried to smile, but a pit had formed in her stomach that lasted until Flora was out of balls.

Dani wanted to take Flora and run, but the lady was grinning and turning to her. “Alright, I guess it’s Mummy’s turn.” She tried to hand the balls to Dani.

“Oh no, I’m terrible at skeeball!” Dani protested, confusion coming over the woman’s face until a voice sounded from a booth or two over.

“No, that would be my turn, ma’am!”

Jamie. Thank god. Dani wanted to hide behind her girlfriend, to take Flora and hide, but the lady turning to Jamie stopped her dead in her tracks with the next words she said. “Ah, of course.” 

At the same time Flora chose to yell, “Mummy, I want the pink giraffe!” And Dani froze even further as the lady didn’t seem to recoil or get confused. She just handed the balls over to Jamie without protest.

“That makes more sense.” The lady lamented.

Dani turned to her, her freezing turning into genuine confusion as the lady continued, “I was curious why she looked nothing like you, it makes more sense now that I see she looks just like your wife.”

Wife?!

She nodded her head slightly, not sure what else to say until Miles did all of the talking for her.

“Oh, they’re not married.” He stated plainly, watching as Jamie set about trying to win his sister a stuffed dog on the prize wall. “Not yet at least.”

The lady nodded at him in understanding.

“I think soon though since Mum’s already gotten the ring for Ma.” He smiled, a cheeky grin over at Dani, before turning back to the game and giving Jamie pointers... The blonde left flabbergasted in his wake.

The ring?!

(It was used before the end of that night.)

#the haunting of bly manor #thobm #thobm spoilers #kind of au #13 days of spookstober #fanfiction #thobm jamie #dani clayton #dani x jamie #thobm dani #flora wingrave #miles wingrave #i kind of mucked the setting #i made it more 2000s than 1980s #needed gay marriage to be legal #happy halloween

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Halloween Decor [Spookstober]

Day 7 of 13 Days of Spookstober: Warehouse 13.

It's the first Halloween that there hasn't been an artifact on the loose and Myka is determined to decorate the B&B completely for Trick or Treaters, if only she could get H.G. and Claudia to stop interfering.

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“What if we set it up so that the skeleton lights on fire when the kids come up the sidewalk?” Claudia grinned from ear to ear, turning her notebook towards H.G. to show the older woman the mock prototypes she had roughly sketched out.

The smile on Helena’s face lit up excitedly. “With some pyrotechnics, we could make it a real show!”

“I know where we can find some leftover fireworks!”

“I could tether them to the house wiring, all we’d have to do is flick the light on the porch and it’d go off!”

“We could rig them to the skeleton as well so that it looks like the smoke show is coming from him, it’ll be completely rad and absolutely terrifying!”

“I’ll start on the bluepri-”

An expectant cough cut Helena off from speaking, and had the two glancing behind them and over at Myka, who looked less than amused by their elaborate Halloween decor brainstorming.

“We are not setting the house on fire.” She was firm, her voice authoritative and just slightly mothering as she glared at the two. “No discussion, not happening.”

“But Myka-”

“No!” The brunette woman glared between her girlfriend and surrogate sister. “Do you remember when you two exploded the Christmas Tree?”

Claudia let out a small laugh at the memory, or more specifically, the look on Myka’s face when their small artificial tree shot six feet into the air and combusted, causing everyone around it to have to duck for cover.

Her laugh was quickly cut off by an elbow to the stomach by Helena, who at least had the decency to look somewhat sorry by the event. “We calculated our nitrous wrong, it was only supposed to sparkle, be a real Christmas miracle, right Claudia?”

Catching on to the writer’s words, Claudia nodded quickly in agreement. “We won’t make that mistake again, Mykes, we promise we will be extra careful.”

Myka looked between Helena and Claudia, both of them flashing her pouty lips and clear wishful thinking. “You won’t make that mistake again-”

They both began to smile, looking hopeful.

“Because you are not setting the house on fire.”

“Aw come on Myka!” Claudia groaned.

“Please, darling?” Helena begged.

With a final shake of her head, Myka had made her decision, choosing instead to pass a box of decorations behind her to the two of them, over listening to their pleas for her to reconsider their idea.

“Enough, make yourselves useful and start sorting.” Myka smirked as she turned back for another box.

“All this stuff is lame though, there’s nothing scary!” Claudia huffed under her breath as she pulled out some cartoon-ish ghosts and a playful-looking Frankenstein head that was made for a door.

“I must agree with Claudia dear, isn’t Halloween for spooks and ghouls?” Helena complained as she pulled out a colourful witches hat and shoes.

“Trick or Treating is for little kids, okay, we’re not going to scare the hell out of a bunch of small children with whatever you two had planned... Got it?”

“Aww, no fair.” Came the groan in unison.

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The very next day as Myka hung a few pleasant looking ghosts around the front yard of Leena’s Bed and Breakfast, she let out a gasp as her hand came in contact with a cold red liquid spurting from one of the ghost decorations, specifically from a large wound in it’s head.

Catching her breath, Myka jumped down from the ladder and let out an angry yell. “Claudia Donavan! Helena Grace Wells! Come here, now!”

Laughing, the two girls appeared from behind one of the other trees that Myka had decorated, high-fiving until they saw the angry look on Myka’s face. 

“We are NOT making our house some sort of freak fest, got it? It’s our first Halloween where we aren’t chasing after an artifact, and I would sort of like to see some adorable young kids in cute costumes...” The two had enough shame to look thoroughly chastised, nodding as she yelled. “Do I make myself clear?!”

“It was a really good set-up...” Claudia mumbled taking the bloodied ghost and walking away with it.

The attempts to get some scary decorations into and outside of the Bed and Breakfast didn’t end there though, no matter what the women had agreed to.

An hour later as Myka was setting up cute pumpkin lights along their front walkway, she nearly knocked herself out, getting shocked as the light emitted a tiny electric storm inside the glass bulb. Helena admitted that she may have gone slightly overboard.

Three hours after that, she let out a scream as the pumpkin she was setting out on the front stoop starting spilling out dozens of fake but actually moving robotic spiders. Claudia was the one who came running out of the house, gathering up ‘her precious babies’ before Myka could trample them.

Myka had almost had enough when she came across the Michael Myers doll in the basement of the B & B.

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“Claudia, Helena, that is it, that’s enough!” She let out a shriek, watching the life-size collectible sit in a chair menacingly, eyes not leaving it until she heard the clatter coming down the stairs and fast approaching.

The two troublemakers skidded into the room, joint expressions of worry worn across their lips as they rushed to her side quickly.

“What is it, Darling?”

“What did we do now, Mykes?”

“This...” Myka trembled, pointing a finger at the being in the corner just past their noses. “This is enough. I asked the two of you for a nice happy, cheerful Halloween and you give me this?”

The two stopped speaking immediately, freezing to stare at the stunning replica that leered in the corner.

“Claudia?” Helena asked, her question unspoken but immediately understood by her young protege.

“Wasn’t me... Helena?”

“Heavens no.”

“Uhhh, Myka... That isn’t our work, that’s, that’s something else entirely.” Claudia’s whisper was frantic, worried. If it wasn’t their work, then what?

Myka rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not falling for that... You two have been trying to get me for the past two days.” She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her back to the life-sized Michael Myers. “I’m not falling for it.”

“Uhhh, Myka...” Claudia warned, her eyes widening as the previously thought to be life-sized decoration, shakily got to it’s feet and took a step towards them.

“Myka... Myka...” Helena whispered, her own heart clenching fearfully as it lumbered threateningly closer to them.

“I’m not going to fall for it-” Myka was cut off by the sound of a loud groan, and the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps behind her as the Michael Myers lunged.

It was then that Claudia screamed, her voice uncharacteristically high pitched. “RUN!” 

Claudia and Helena took off out of the basement as fast as they could, the power of fight or flight kicking in and both of them choosing flight. As they sprinted, they both shared possibilities for the lumbering beast Michael Myers that stalked them. 

"Carpenter’s Camera! Puts people inside of his movies?”

“Nicotero’s brush? Makes creatures come to life!”

“What about the dream carousel, spin it once and you receive your greatest dreams, spin it twice and you live with nightmares? Myka, didn’t we bag and tag that last month...” Claudia froze as only silence responded back to her.

“Myka? MYKA!”

Helena stopped running at that moment, grabbing Claudia quickly to stop her from running as well. “We need to go back for her, what if she was caught?”

“What if we get caught?” Claudia argued, though secretly she knew that she wasn’t about to leave her bestfriend behind, no matter how scared she was.

“She’s the love of my life, Claudia...”

“Alright, let’s go.”

The two retraced their steps to the basement, hearts pounding in their chest and ears perked up ready to hear all manner of horrifying sounds.

What sound they didn’t expect, was laughter.

Peering their head down the stairs, Claudia let out an angry yell. “PETE!” She screeched, practically flying down the stairs to attack her male bestfriend the moment that she saw him pull the Michael Myers mask off.

“Myka!” Helena yelped, flying down the stairs as well to gather her lover in her arms, stopping only once she realized that the brunette was also grinning.

“What’s going on?” Claudia voiced angrily.

“We got you!” It was Helena’s turn to let out a screech of anger as her girlfriend proudly proclaimed her victory.

Helena stepped back from Myka like she had been slapped, her cheeks growing bright red. “We thought you were hurt, that you had been killed!”

Claudia also looked red and upset, her heart still pounding in her chest from the adrenaline. “What happened to not scaring anyone for Halloween!”

“I never said that.” Myka explained, wrapping an arm around the still trembling Helena, the smile on her face infuriating both Inventor’s incessantly. “I said I didn’t want to scare the little kids... Scaring two big overgrown kids is a bit more fun.”

Claudia pouted, smacking Pete in the arm once she realized that the two of them had plotted against her. “That’s not fair, you both are mean!” Still she couldn’t help the small smile growing on her, relief filling her as she realized that they all were safe.

Myka mirrored her smile, shrugging her shoulders.

“Next time you’ll learn not to mess with me.”

#warehouse 13 #13 days of spookstober #fanfiction #fanfic idea #bering and wells #wells and bering #myka bering #helena g wells #pete lattimer #claudia donovan

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Witches Brew [Spookstober]

Day 9 of 13 Days of Spookstober: Once Upon a Time.

There's an old wives tale of a witch who lives in the forest of Storybrooke, Robin always knew she'd find out the truth, she just never expected the witch, Alice, to be so young and beautiful.

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“Okay, Robin, the deal is you go up... Knock, and then run back.” The smirk on Joy’s face drove the young blonde absolutely insane, same with the teasing lilt to her voice as she continued. “Think you can handle it?”

Robin stuck her tongue out at the other girl, a grumpy look settling on her face as she rubbed her gloved hands together. “I’m not five, let’s get this over with.”

She was so going to get grounded for this.

It wasn’t that Robin wanted to get herself in trouble, despite what her Mom and Auntie thought, she just had a real issue with walking away from a challenge, and so as Joy Dobbs, Happy’s daughter, had dared her to venture into the woods of Storybrooke to find the witches hut, knock on the door and... well, not die.

Well, Robin couldn’t turn her down. Especially as her reward for the dare, if she didn’t fail it, was that Joy would stop defacing her Aunt Regina’s statue with spray paint that spelled out ‘Evil Queen’. 

Most people accepted Regina’s apology, especially almost two decades later, but there were still a select few, namely the dwarves and their kids, that didn’t.

Fifteen year old Robin Mills was many things. A defender of her family name was the first one of those things, so the moment Joy had promised her that... Robin knew she had to complete the dare.

“Good luck.” Beatrice, the only one of Joy’s clique that Robin liked (if she was being honest with herself, the ONLY teenager she liked) whispered over to her as the blonde began her ascent up the creaky old stairs.

As she reached the top step, hand poised out to knock at the door carefully, three things happened;

One, Robin lost her footing, aided by a pair of hands (she presumed Joy’s) that roughly shoved into her back and sent her flying head first towards the door.

Two, the door opened at that exactly moment, sending all of the girls that had accompanied Robin on her dare at a run, shrieking their heads off in fear.

Three, Robin Mills crashed into that open door at full speed, knocking the person standing behind it down onto the ground and landing herself on top of them.

She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for death, waited for the scary old witch of all the childhood stories she had been told during recesses and at sleepovers to seize her up and take her hostage. 

But death didn’t come.

Instead, a small and muffled voice spoke out from underneath her. “Do you mind getting off of me, please? You’re squishing my bread!” It begged of her.

Robin did a double-take. Bread? Of all the things she imagined would greet her past the door to the hut, bread was not one of them. In a stupor, she listened, getting to her feet and peering down at who spoke.

Her mouth opened in surprise and she froze as she peered at the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

A moment passed, then another before Robin noticed that the girl was trying to get her attention. “Excuse me! It’s customary to offer help, especially when you’ve knocked someone over.”

Right. Right! Robin shook her head quickly before offering her hand to the girl. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Can I help you with something?”

“Pardon?” 

“Is there something you need?”

Robin nodded her head slowly as she helped the girl to her feet, then bended to gather up the things that the other blonde had dropped; a flat loaf of bread, some spices, and a leather bound book.

Then she shook it upon realizing what the girl was asked, “No, no... Uhm, but what are you doing here?”

“What am I-” The girl raised an eyebrow. “I live here! I should be asking you that instead, which I did, and you never answered why you were on my porch...”

As the girl trailed off, Robin gave her a confused look. “You don’t live here. This is the Witch of the Woods hous- oh!” She shot the blonde a look like she had harmed her, stepping back from her. “You. You...”

“I’m the witch.” The blonde straightened herself out, grabbing the book and pouch of herbs from Robin. 

“You can’t be!” Robin demanded, mind buzzing with this new information. “You’re too pretty, and you’re-”

“Just a girl.” The blonde smiled. “Alice, actually.”

“The Witch of the Woods is old! And ugly! And eats kids... You seem like none of those things.”

With a sad smile, Alice shook her head. “Because I’m not.” Looking back at Robin, she reached for her squished bread as well. “I’m just a girl... Who makes bread from scratch, who uses herbs to make soup, and who lives deep in the forest to stay far away from the people who like to misjudge her.”

Robin’s face fell. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you aren’t the first, and won’t be the last.”

With that, Alice turned on her heel to go back into the little hut, setting her bread down on a table and moving to close the door behind her.

“People misjudge me too!”

Alice stopped as Robin stepped into her hut.

“Or rather, they misjudge my Mom... and my Aunt.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at the blonde, the slightest quirk to her brow encouraging the girl to keep going.

“Only she was a witch, and my Aunt a queen... Both of them evil ones. For a really long time, until they learned how to be good.” Robin explained, her heart sinking at the look of pain that crossed Alice’s features. She didn’t feel right about what she had said, though she was happy that she had knocked on her door. “People still hate them for it, they don’t think they’re actually good... So I get it, and I’m sorry.”

Alice was quiet for a moment, before whispering softly. “Apology accepted.” And then the smallest of smiles reached it’s way to her face as she looked over at Robin for a moment, taking the young girl in.

“Would you like to come in for some soup?”

“I’d love to.”

#once upon a time #13 days of spookstober #alice jones #alice and robin #robin and alice #robin hood #robin mills #mad archer #curious archer #i think i might turn this into something #that's why it's so short

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Costume Shop [Spookstober]

Day 2 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The Last of Us.

Ellie and Dina brainstorm cute family costumes for their young son J.J.'s first Halloween with the entire family thrown in.

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“We could have him be baby bear, as we dressed up as Mama and Papa?” Dina suggested, holding out the tiny fur baby bear suit she had found to Ellie.

The woman fixed her with a look. “It is supposed to be warm and sunny, I’m not suffocating and over-heating in a bear suit all day, Dina, not happening.”

“What about a pumpkin, or a baby bat, those are really cute costumes!” She punctuated her sentence by pointing at the baby costumes on display.

“Pumpkin’s are so boring, little man is a rock star!” 

“Fine, how about we just dress him as a potato then.”

“I mean...” Ellie trailed off. “I'm not opposed to that.”

Dina huffed, causing her wife to break into laughter. “I was joking, Dina, only joking. Besides, he’s a potato every day, my potato.” She jostled the baby on her hip gently, rocking him back and forth as he giggled.

“Oh, I found it!” 

Ellie spun around to find Dina holding up ‘Winnie the Pooh’ with a grin spreading across her face quickly.

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s Pooh Bear!”

“It’s insulting!”

“You are impossible.” Dina crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her wife darkly. “Why can’t he be Pooh Bear, what’s so wrong with that, Ellie?”

“We agreed on a group costume, Dina, and I refuse to dress up like Tigger or Piglet or something like that.”

There was another huff from Dina as she turned back to the rack of costumes to continue searching. Ellie took the time to cross her eyes in front of the baby, making a silly face that had the not even one year old J.J. burst out laughing, his giggles erasing the annoyance from Dina’s face as she checked the rack.

Leaving the other woman to pick through the baby costumes, Ellie brought J.J. through the rest of the store, looking at what else there was in the way of Halloween decorations and accessories.

Ellie was about to suggest taking J.J. home to get him down for his nap when a discovery in the back of the store had her gasping empathically and shouting (much to the disturbance of the other patrons) up to her wife. “Dina, I found it! I found the best costume!”

“Coming!” Dina practically ran back through the store, the exhaustion of shopping getting to be a bit much for her and wanting to go home as well.

Excited over the prospect of having found J.J. a perfect first costume, she skidded on her feet as she came around the corner and found Ellie grinning.

“What...” Her eyes narrowed. “Is that?”

“A Raptor costume!” Ellie proudly held up her find, the tiny raptor suit looked like it would be a bit on the big side, but nothing a few stitches wouldn’t fix.

Dina couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her.

“Look, he’s only one, he can’t say trick or treat, right?” Ellie stated her point, “Why teach him trick or treat, when we can just teach him to roar at people.”

“I thought the whole issue with the costumes I picked out, was that you wanted a family costume? How are we going to make a raptor, into a family costume?”

“Don’t worry,” Dina was not reassured by the look of creative madness showing on Ellie’s face, “I’ve got it.”

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“Remind me again, why you’ve made me John Hammond if J.J. is being a Raptor?” Joel complained lightly, scratching at his itchy white fedora as they walked down the street that Ellie and Dina lived on.

“Because you are the Grandpa.” Dina told him, for the fifth time he had asked since they began the walk.

“Okay, but I’m Lex and Tim’s Grandpa, not a random Raptor, so shouldn’t he have been Tim.”

“Ask your daughter, okay, she planned this all.” Dina smirked, adjusting the thin-wire glasses that Ellie had insisted her wear as her ‘Ellie Sattler’ costume.

“And why is Dennis Nedry missing?”

“Excuse my brother Dina, as you can tell, this all really bothers him.” Tommy teased, narrowly missing the swing that Joel took at him. “Him and the girls used to watch Jurassic Park every Sunday night after dinner.”

“Shut up, Gennaro.” Joel smirked at his brother. “You get eaten off of a toilet anyways, your opinion is shit.”

“As you can tell, he’s a bit of a nerd.”

As the brothers went back and forth, Jesse murmured from behind Dina. “He should count himself lucky, why did I have to be the little computer hacker girl?”

“Ellie said that Maria pulls off the slightly toasty Tim look better.” Sarah offered, spinning around and posing on a nearby tree, black v-neck unbuttoned enough to show the nude-colour tanktop she wore.

“You could have been the hacker girl!” 

“No way, Jess,” She smirked as she posed once more, grinning as they came up to the first house on their trick and treat list. “Only person who plays Ian Malcolm is Jeff Goldblum, or me.”

Ellie, whom was in the lead of her little family, practically sprinted up the steps to the house, holding tight to a very excited raptor baby and rang the bell.

“I have one last question, Dina.” Joel cut in, watching as the homeowner took her time getting to the door.

“What?”

“So you’re Ellie Sattler, I’m Dr. Hammond, we have Lex, Tim, Ian, Gennaro and a Raptor... Why the hell would Ellie choose to be a T-Rex over her childhood hero, the man dating Ellie Sattler, Dr. Alan Grant?” Joel asked, ignoring the cough of ‘Nerd’ coming from his brother standing behind him.

Dina pointed at the door, “So she could do that.”

Everyone turned to watch as the door opened, Ellie taking a big breath and calling out in unison with her eleven month old son, “Rawwwwwr!”

And then it rained candy.

#The Last of Us 2 #ellie and dina #ellie williams #jj williams #jesse joel williams #tommy miller #joel miller #jesse #fanfiction #13 days of spookstober #halloween

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Trick or Treat [Spookstober]

Day 12 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The 100.

Clarke and Lexa take Madi and Aden Trick or Treating, and teach the kids the valuable lesson about Mom's Halloween Candy Tax.

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“Checklist?”

“But Mom...”

“Checklist, Madi, or you and Aden can’t go.”

A long drawn out sigh filled the air as the eleven year old recited word for word the rules that had been drilled into her head over the past two weeks.

“Be respectful. Be smart. Don’t go into any houses. Don’t leave the neighbourhood. Stay together at all times. Don’t get into strangers cars. That’s it, right?”

“And?” Clarke pushed, as she straightened out the cape that was fixed to Madi’s back, making sure that it didn’t get tucked into any parts of her costume.

“And?!” Madi sputtered, wracking her brain for what she could have missed on the list that Mom and Mama put together while they hammered out the finer details of Madi and Aden’s first time being allowed to go Trick or Treating on their own.

“Have fun.” Aden offered, slipping his mask over his eyes and adjusting it. “We’re supposed to say ‘and have fun’, because it makes her think she’s cool or something for making that be one of the rules.” He teased his mother lightly, flashing her a grateful smile as she passed him the gloves to his costume.

Madi snickered. “And have fun, now is that all?”

This time it was Lexa’s turn to speak, entering the front hall of the house right as Madi asked.

“Yes.” She smiled, fixing her daughter’s ponytail and smoothing down the edges of her cape. “Madi, we trust you and your brother, you two have proven that you are responsible enough to trick or treat on your own... Don’t make us regret that.” She warned gently.

“We won’t.” Aden promised, but they didn’t need it from him, he was the good kid - straight A’s and honour roll, awards for in-school services.

Madi was the kid who nearly started fist fights with other kids. “We won’t, Mama.” But she was still good.

“Okay, make sure to check in at Auntie Octavia, and Auntie Raven’s please.” Lexa called out after them as their two children left to go out on their own.

“You sure this is the right decision?” Clarke worries.

Clarke always worries, ever since the two children were adopted, and she realized that it’s possible to walk around with the two pieces of your heart wandering outside of your body.

“They’re eleven and nearly thirteen... It should be fine.” Lexa promises her with a kiss and a wrap of her arms around Clarke’s waist before pulling her to the couch for some snuggles and a scary movie or two.

“Should be?”

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Barely two hours later (they had gotten half of the new Halloween movie watched, plus some... private snuggles), Clarke and Lexa were watching as their children dumped their candy bags onto the floor of the living room, creating a small mountain.

“Woah...” Lexa’s eyes went big as she saw her children’s pile reach new heights that they had never achieved with her at the helm of their trick or treating. “You guys really cleaned up, didn’t you?”

“We ran from house to house practically!” Madi bounced in her spot, reaching for an Aero bar only to get stopped by Clarke who quickly inspected the chocolate before handing it to her. “We were so fast!”

“You stayed in this neighbourhood?”

“Yes!” Madi answered a little too eagerly.

“That’s quite a bit of candy for eight streets...” Clarke stared, looking between the pile and her children.

Madi was stone cold and hard to read.

Aden, on the other hand, couldn’t keep a secret if he wanted too. His face read like a book for toddlers.

“Aden?” She nudged him, the boy going red as he tried to not admit to it. “Aden, did you only do the eight streets we agreed? How’d you get this much?”

“WE HIT A FEW STREETS TWICE!” Aden blurted out, before his hands came over his mouth, and his sister tackled him to the ground, only stopping when Clarke yelled out a threat.

Lexa on the other hand, burst into laughter.

At Clarke’s glare, she shrugged. “They got around the whole, only being allowed a few streets thing, it’s kind of clever what they did.” She was impressed.

Clarke was not, her face remained unamused until Lexa threw a Mars Bar at her face. Clarke froze for a moment before bursting into laughter and ripping the chocolate wrapper open to eat the Mars Bar.

“Alright, here’s the deal, I am confiscating the Mars Bars, your Mama is confiscating the Kit Kat’s, and we never speak of this again.” She offered, mouth full of chocolate as she half-bribed/half-threatened her kids.

“Hey!” Madi protested. “We earned that candy fair and square, you didn’t do anything Mom!”

Clarke shook her head. “You did not get this candy fair or square... Besides, now it’s time to teach you the ancient tradition of the Halloween Mom Tax.”

“Halloween Mom Tax?” Madi glared.

“It’s my favourite part of the holiday.” Clarke mused as she stole another Mars Bar from her daughter.

#The 100 #13 days of spookstober #fanfiction #clexa #clexa fanfiction #clarke and lexa #clarke griffin #commander lexa #madi griffin #aden woods #lexa woods

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Ghost Stories [Spookstober]

Day 8 of 13 Days of Spookstober: The Last of Us.

After the ghost story her friend Jesse tells falls flat, it's up to Ellie to tell the scariest story she can muster, if only to impress new girl Dina.

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“And it was the butler all along!” There was an eruption of groans coming from the teenagers seated around the campfire, much to Jesse’s chagrin as he finished his ‘scariest story to ever have been told’.

Ellie couldn’t help but roll her eyes as well, at her bestfriend, as he fumbled the ending to the cliche story, though she had to be admit, she didn’t like the way that the other kids in the room turned on him.

“Aw, come on...”

“That was lame!”

“We’ve all heard that one!”

While it was true, Ellie had heard his ghost stories over and over again, each time feeling reminiscent of a story she had already heard, just told not as well... She still knew what was her place to tease him on and what was the other kids place to tease him on.

This was not their place.

Watching his face tinge the brightest of pinks, she was about to suggest that the two of them leave the party they had been last-minute invited to (the perks of being the Sheriff’s neice), when she caught the eye of a girl she didn’t quite recognize.

That must have been Dina. The girl and her family were new to town, and Ellie supposed that much like Jesse and herself, whom had been invited to this party due to status, that her appearance at the party here probably had something to do with her Dad, who was slated to be the town’s new mayor.

While the other kids teased and taunted Jesse, Dina instead looked kind of sad for the boy, and as she saw Ellie staring back at her, she mouthed ‘Help him’.

Ellie didn’t need to be told twice.

First? Jesse was her bestfriend, and had been since she was small, she wouldn’t let him flail and drown, especially not in front of the ‘cool kids’.

Second? In the two minutes of watching Dina watch the situation go down, Ellie had noticed one thing and one thing only. Dina was very, very pretty.

And she seemed to be pretty kind as well.

But mostly very, very pretty.

“You want a ghost story?” She’d ask the group, shifting their focus from Jesse to Ellie. “A really scary one?”

“Yeah!” Everyone cheered.

Ellie smirked, taking the flashlight from Jesse and lighting it underneath her face. “Gather round then, here’s the story of The Pale Faced Woman.”

And as everyone leaned in to hear her tale, Ellie could swear that she saw a small smile graze Dina’s lips.

“A few years ago, in a small town not far from here, there lived a simple wheat farmer and his two young and beautiful daughters...”

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“What Harlan wanted, Harlan got, and so even with Miriam begging him not, he didn’t bother listening to her.” A small gasp ran through the crowd, Ellie smirking as the same teenagers that had told Jesse off for not being scary enough, were on edge by Ellie.

The brunette could see a few of the other girls holding hands, even the leader of the pack, Henry, looked like he was a little shaken up. “Then what?”

“As Harlan descended into the cave, he heard a soft voice calling out to him. It beckoned the young man closer and closer, leading him down a winding path.”

Ellie smirked a little as Dina shuffled closer to her, the new girl pressing herself into the brunette’s side.

Continuing her story, the group gathered around held baited breath as Ellie recounted the attrocities.

“-Upon hearing Harlan’s scream, Miriam climbed down the cave entrance after him, the only noise she could hear apart from the scream was a constant drip from water somewhere deep in the tunnel.”

Everyone clung tighter to each other.

“-Seeing the mangled body of her husband, Miriam couldn’t move, her screams of terror echoing off of the dirt chamber as the light of her lantern went out.” 

At that moment, the light of Ellie’s flashlight also extinguished, and someone screamed hysterically.

“-Finally it was just Miriam and the Pale Faced Woman alone at last.”

Feeling someone tug at her hand, Ellie looked down momentarily to find Dina holding onto her with a vice-like grip, and the brunette laid a hand on the new girls knee, squeezing it reassuringly.

“It can be said that if you find that mining hole, deep in the ground, and if you climb down it very slowly... You’ll find that Miriam never left, she remains there eternally, roaming the caverns, searching for someone else to lure in and become a pale faced woman as well...”

Ellie glanced over at Jesse, giving the slightest twitch of a nod as she noticed him standing right behind the leader of the pack, the girl who had invited them to her Halloween party, the girl who had insulted him the most over his own story. Counting down from three in her head, Ellie took in a breath and cackled.

“Someone just like you!”

At her yell, Jesse lunged forward, grabbing the girl’s shoulders for a brief second... it wasn’t long, only a touch, but it still had the girl screeching and jumping to her feet, breaking into a sprint.

The next few moments were chaos, as the girl and her friends practically sped out of the basement, screaming hysterically as they ran to the phone to call their absent chaperones and beg them to return.

Jesse and Ellie broke into laughter.

“That’ll show them for being rude to you.”

“Hell yes, Ellie, that was the best story.”

“That was mean... but well deserved.” The two friends turned to see the new girl still in the basement, a smile but only a small one on her face. “You sure showed those girls who’s boss, didn’t you?”

Ellie blushed a light pink, hand cupping the back of her own head as she nodded a little. “I didn’t like the way they were rude to him, he tried his best.”

“I’m Dina.” The girl introduced herself, moving closer to the friends.

“Ellie... Ellie Williams, and this is Jesse?” The brunette gestured to herself and her friend quickly. “You’re new, right? Just moved in or something?”

“Yeah.” Now it was Dina’s turn to blush, she shook Ellie’s hand slightly, but neither girl made a move to let go. “My Dad told me to come to the party to make some friends. Candace is my Dad’s advisor’s kid.”

“Sorry I ruined that for you.” 

“She was a jerk to your friend, I’d say she ruined it.” Dina shrugged her shoulders, finally letting go of Ellie to shake Jesse’s hand, this time not holding on any longer than needed. “Besides, I’d say I made some friends tonight, so... Dad’ll be happy.”

Ellie smiled, not sure of what to say.

“That was a really good story.” Dina offered.

“Oh, uh, thanks... Um... Jesse and I were thinking about walking back to my place and having some candy. You want to come?” She suggested, barely able to meet the eye of her bestfriend as he grinned from ear to ear knowingly.

“Sure,” Dina smiled shyly. “But you’ll have to hold my hand on the way, I don’t know if I’m ready to walk back in the dark unless I’ve got you as a guide.”

“I think I can handle that.”

#the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie and dina #tlou2 dina #tlou2 jesse #tlou2 ellie #13 days of spookstober #soft fluffy babies #think young teenagers #like 14 or 15

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Halloween Party [Spookstober]

Day 11 of 13 Days of Spookstober: Carmilla.

A Vampire, a Werewolf, a Mad Scientist, a Ghost and a Girl throw a party on Halloween Night in a Haunted Castle. It sounds like the start of a bad joke, but for Carmilla and Laura it's their yearly tradition with their friends.

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“Do we have enough kale for the Kale-Apple-Banana smoothies that Perry drinks?” Laura goes down her list slowly, with a trained eye, crossing each item off with the most meticulous of pencil strokes.

Carmilla wants to tell her that they have enough kale to eat nothing but the leafy green for the next month and a half... However, Laura is in the zone, the do-something zone and Carmilla knows better than to tease her when she’s planning.

She’ll save all kale-related taunting for when Laura has put the pen down, and is no longer fretting all of the details of their little Halloween bash.

Laura gets nervous around planning, her head swarms with what ifs and what to dos that she can’t focus on anything for very long. So she makes the lists, she makes them elaborate and detail-oriented, leaving nothing unwritten. This way, she won’t forget anything or worry about the last minute details.

Carmilla is the exact opposite.

She doesn’t get phased in the same way that Laura does. If there’s a problem, if there’s anything at all that goes wrong, it can be fixed. And if it can’t be fixed? 

Well it could always be worse.

Still, Carm would never want to make Laura feel bad about her need for things to be perfect, if it makes Laura happy, Carmilla has no problem with it.

So she stays quiet, and she nods her head yes, listening as Laura goes through every thing on her list. She smiles, watches her girlfriend with amusement, and tries her hardest not to mention that it didn’t matter if they had enough Kale anyways, because Perry is the only one who drinks those smoothies... and as a ghost? She can’t drink them anyways.

Still she is quiet, and supportive, and respectful, and some would even say helpful... if only just slightly.

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The party, like always, is a hit... Between Danny and Kirsch, there’s enough rivalry to fuel enough hijinks to last a week worth of laughs, much less an evening.

Perry, as usual, brings enough food to combat just how much Laura has already put out, and the two spend the first hour talking recipes and baking and what dish to try first and what pairs with what.

Mel has brought weapons, just this time it’s nothing terribly dangerous, only darts... something which is a lot of fun for a few rounds until Carmilla discovers how funny it is to ping the darts off of the back of Kirsch’s head, turning to LaFontaine and pretending to laugh at something they’ve said whenever Kirsch turns around to figure out what keeps hitting him.

LaFontaine, after thorough warning from Perry, has managed not to blow anything up in Laura and Carmilla’s little apartment, the first year they’ve accomplished not doing that since the two lovebirds first moved in... four years ago.

The first year was a microwave. The second, a television... and the third? Kirsch’s phone... while he was using it to order a pizza because “Kale is totally gross, man.” That one may have been intentional.

They manage to play an insane game of Cards Against Humanity, though it takes forever after the ‘sweet and innocent’ Perry keeps taking round after round and they start having to pick their jaws up off the floor after hearing some of the really raunchy things that leave her mouth.

They have a costume contest; Carmilla and Laura winning it for their well-crafted Gomez and Morticia Addams looks... though Danny has to remind them every few minutes that they aren’t the real Gomez and Morticia, and she didn’t come over only to watch them make out every three minutes.

(Danny came as a cute Cookie Monster but quickly became Oscar the Grouch after seeing that.)

They eat food, like a ridiculously large amount of food. It’s Perry’s Spinach Dip, and Laura’s Chocolate Chip Ghost Cookies, and a lot of assorted candy plus more... They eat until they all pass out on the couch, curled up so tightly that you can’t quite be sure where one friend starts and the other ends.

And then they watch a movie, usually something with a serial killer, or a zombie (they decided no vampires, werewolves or ghosts are allowed to be portrayed poorly during the party), until they fall asleep.

Carmilla is the last one awake, moving only enough to flick the television screen off, and glance around at her friends - no, her family around her.

LaFontaine and Perry are curled up on the loveseat, Perry resting between Laf’s legs, her head on their thigh and arms wrapped tightly around their hips.

Mel is on the floor with Kirsch, for all the fighting they do (it’s almost as bad as Danny and Kirsch), they always end up sprawled together, his legs crushing hers and her hand smacked across his face in a way that’ll be painful for both in the morning.

Danny is face down on the couch, the line of the couches seam already engraving itself into her face, her one hand reaches across to Kirsch almost lovingly, the brother she never had.

Carmilla is underneath Laura, the tiny blonde curled up in her lap as they spoon in their favourite chair, Carm’s face is tight against Laura’s neck, cheek pressed into her girlfriend’s shoulder as she holds her.

This, Carmilla thinks, is what it truly means to be alive... and she is so grateful that she got that chance.

Even if they all have to go their separate ways again the next day, even if life catches up to them hard and they get too busy to see each other until Christmas, this is still what it means to be alive.

Even more, it’s what it means to be loved.

Carmilla would give every bit of her immortality to continue to feel this for the rest of her human life.

#carmilla #the Carmilla movie #carmilla karnstein #laura hollis #hollstein #danny lawrence #brody kirsch #kirsch #13 days of spookstober

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Apples [Spookstober]

Day 3 of 13 Days of Spookstober: Once Upon a Time.

It's equal parts irony and terror for Emma Swan when she gets roped into visiting the Apple Orchard with Regina to collect apples for a pie.

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“If Henry caught us out here, he’d probably yell at us about that damn curse again.” Emma lamented, earning a glare from Regina as the brunette reached up to pick an apple from the tree they were passing.

“What?” She smirked, “You know it’s true.”

Shaking her head, Regina couldn’t help but smile as well. “Honestly Emma, I think Henry knows enough now to not think that I’m going to poison you again.”

“Again...” Emma teased, “I think that’s his concern, it happened once, who’s to say you wouldn’t try now?”

An apple flew through the air towards Emma, the blonde ducking in time to avoid being hit in the face.

“Keep talking, and I might try to poison you again.”

“You wouldn’t try to kill your girlfriend, would you?”

“Depends on how much she annoys me.”

Emma threw her hands up in surrender, winking at Regina playfully as she helped her collect a few more prime pie-making apples off of the tree. “Fair enough, I guess I’ll stop.” The smirk said otherwise though.

“So, how many do we need of these?” 

“Two baskets full.”

“Gina! That’s going to take us forever!”

“You better get to work then.” There was a flash of a grin, a playful one as Regina passed Emma, taking time to brush against her side seductively. “I might have to make it worth your while, Sheriff Swan.”

Emma’s mouth dropped open briefly, “Oh really?”

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but did you also know that it makes the mayor come and play?”

Eyes widening, Emma let out a laugh, though the blush on her cheeks spoke volumes on how she really felt. “Jesus Regina, you clearly know how to entice a girl to collect some apples, hm?”

“Yes, I do, now go... We don’t have all day.”

“As you wish, Madame Mayor.”

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Eight hours, one hundred and twelve apples and an entire afternoon of baking apple pie later, Emma finally crashed onto the sofa into the middle of their living room with a groan and a whimper of sleep.

“Emma, baby, you need to get up.”

“Nnnrrrfffluummmp.” Came the muffled groan from where Emma was suffocating in a throw pillow.

Regina crossed the room quietly, setting something down on the table beside Emma, and then she took her girlfriend by the hands, pulling her up slowly.

“Sit up, I’m not done with you yet.” She demanded, lightly, softly, yet still showing some of the fierce authority that the blonde was used to from her.

“Too tired for sex...” Emma murmured, her face finally free of the pillow as she turned to look at Regina.

“Really?”

“No. I’m always up for that, I’m just too tired for any more work.” Emma smirked, as Regina pushed her back against the sofa, more into a sitting position, before crawling into her lap and curling against her.

Emma let out a content sigh as Regina stretched against her, their legs melding together and bodies becoming one before Regina moved slightly to grab what she had left on the table, two steaming mugs of an indiscernible but delicious smelling drink.

“Apple Cider.” Regina explained, sensing the unspoken question on her beloved lips. “Fresh brew.”

“Delicious.” Emma sighed, inhaling the sweet yet tangy smell of the apple mixed with the ginger, and nutmeg, a recipe Regina was known for.

“A little pick me up, for all the help today.”

“How about a lay me down, instead?” Emma teased, batting her eyelashes as her hand stroked up and down Regina’s leg gently, fingertips dancing over the bare flesh since the brunette had decided to get dressed for bed.

“I thought you were too tired, hm?”

“Well, you smell like apples now, and according to Henry’s book, I apparently have a death wish.”

“First one upstairs is an evil queen.”

“But you... already... okay!”

And the blonde and the brunette chased each other all through out the house, until their legs were jello, their lips were bruised and their hearts were full.

#13 days of spookstober #fanfiction #fanfic idea #a little short but still good #swan queen #swanqueen #emma swan #regina mills #once upon a time

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The 13 Days of Spookstober!

To celebrate the last two weeks of October, I’m going to be issuing myself a writing challenge to create 13 Spookstober one-shots for a bunch of my favourite fandoms and pairings! Each piece will be between 1000-2500+ words, and feature one of my favourite fandom couples and one of my favourite Halloween and October activities. Some will be AU, some might be canon-compliant, it all depends on the fandom.

So stay tuned into this Tumblr for the next thirteen days of fic, and if anyone wants a sneak peak into what is planned, run on over to my Patreon right here at https://www.patreon.com/evengayerpanic for a full line-up of what fandoms, pairings and ideas are coming up over the next 13 Days of Spookstober!

#fanfiction #patreon #updates to my blog #fanfic idea #dani x jamie #clexa #ellie and dina #ellie and aster #bering and wells #swanqueen #mad archer #wayhaught #hollstein #spookstober #13 days of spookstober